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shehimin · 4 months ago

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Edgaring time!

Tutorial on how to make your own responsive Edgar :D I will try to explain it in really basic terms, like you’ve never touched a puter (which if you’re making this… I’m sure you’ve touched plenty of computers amirite??? EL APLAUSO SEÑOOOREEES).

If you have some experience I tried to highlight the most important things so you won’t have to read everything, this is literally building a website but easier.

I will only show how to make him move like this:

Disclaimer: I’m a yapper.

Choosing an engine First of all you’ll need something that will allow you to display a responsive background, I used LivelyWallpaper since it’s free and open-source (we love open-source).

Choosing an IDE Next is having any IDE to make some silly code! (Unless you can rawdog code… Which would be honestly impressive and you need to slide in my DMs and we will make out) I use Visual Studio!!!

So now that we have those two things we just need to set up the structure we will use.

Project structure

We will now create our project, which I will call “Edgar”, we will include some things inside as follows:

Edgar

img (folder that will contain images) - thumbnail.png (I literally just have a png of his face :]) - [some svgs…]

face.js (script that will make him interactive)

index.html (script that structures his face!)

LivelyInfo,json (script that LivelyWallpaper uses to display your new wallpaper)

style.css (script we will use to paint him!)

All of those scripts are just literally like a “.txt” file but instead of “.txt” we use “.js”, “.html”, etc… You know? We just write stuff and tell the puter it’s in “.{language}”, nothing fancy.

index.html

Basically the way you build his silly little face! Here’s the code:

<!doctype html> <html> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <title>Face!</title> <link rel = "stylesheet" type = "text/css" href = "style.css"> </head> <body> <div class="area"> <div class="face"> <div class="eyes"> <div class="eyeR"></div> <div class="eyeL"></div> </div> <div class="mouth"></div> </div> </div> <script src="face.js"></script> </body> </html>

Ok so now some of you will be thinking “Why would you use eyeR and eyeL? Just use eye!“ and you’d be right but I’m a dummy who couldn’t handle making two different instances of the same object and altering it… It’s scary but if you can do it, please please please teach me ;0;!!!

Area comes in handy to the caress function we will implement in the next module (script)! It encapsulates face.

Face just contains the elements inside, trust me it made sense but i can’t remember why…

Eyes contains each different eye, probably here because I wanted to reuse code and it did not work out and when I kept going I was too scared to restructure it.

EyeR/EyeL are the eyes! We will paint them in the “.css”.

Mouth, like the eyeR/eyeL, will be used in the “.css”.

face.js

Here I will only show how to make it so he feels you mouse on top of him! Too ashamed of how I coded the kisses… Believe me, it’s not pretty at all and so sooo repetitive…

// ######################### // ## CONSTANTS ## // ######################### const area = document.querySelector('.area'); const face = document.querySelector('.face'); const mouth = document.querySelector('.mouth'); const eyeL = document.querySelector('.eyeL'); const eyeR = document.querySelector('.eyeR'); // ######################### // ## CARESS HIM ## // ######################### // When the mouse enters the area the face will follow the mouse area.addEventListener('mousemove', (event) => { const rect = area.getBoundingClientRect(); const x = event.clientX - rect.left; const y = event.clientY - rect.top; face.style.left = `${x}px`; face.style.top = `${y}px`; }); // When the mouse leaves the area the face will return to the original position area.addEventListener('mouseout', () => { face.style.left = '50%'; face.style.top = '50%'; });

God bless my past self for explaining it so well, but tbf it’s really simple,,

style.css

body { padding: 0; margin: 0; background: #c9c368; overflow: hidden; } .area { width: 55vh; height: 55vh; position: absolute; top: 50%; left: 50%; transform: translate(-50%,-50%); background: transparent; display: flex; } .face { width: 55vh; height: 55vh; position: absolute; top: 50%; left: 50%; transform: translate(-50%,-50%); background: transparent; display: flex; justify-content: center; align-items: center; transition: 0.5s ease-out; } .mouth { width: 75vh; height: 70vh; position: absolute; bottom: 5vh; background: transparent; border-radius: 100%; border: 1vh solid #000; border-color: transparent transparent black transparent; pointer-events: none; animation: mouth-sad 3s 420s forwards step-end; } .face:hover .mouth { animation: mouth-happy 0.5s forwards; } .eyes { position: relative; bottom: 27%; display: flex; } .eyes .eyeR { position: relative; width: 13vh; height: 13vh; display: block; background: black; �� margin-right: 11vh; border-radius: 50%; transition: 1s ease } .face:hover .eyeR { transform: translateY(10vh); border-radius: 20px 100% 20px 100%; } .eyes .eyeL { position: relative; width: 13vh; height: 13vh; display: block; background: black; margin-left: 11vh; border-radius: 50%; transition: 1s ease; } .face:hover .eyeL { transform: translateY(10vh); border-radius: 100% 20px 100% 20px; } @keyframes mouth-happy { 0% { background-color: transparent; height: 70vh; width: 75vh; } 100% { border-radius: 0 0 25% 25%; transform: translateY(-10vh); } } @keyframes mouth-sad { 12.5%{ height: 35vh; width: 67vh; } 25% { height: 10vh; width: 60vh; } 37.5% { width: 53vh; border-radius: 0%; border-bottom-color: black; } 50% { width: 60vh; height: 10vh; transform: translateY(11vh); border-radius: 100%; border-color: black transparent transparent transparent; } 62.5% { width: 64vh; height: 20vh; transform: translateY(21vh); } 75% { width: 69vh; height: 40vh; transform: translateY(41vh); } 87.5% { width: 75vh; height: 70vh; transform: translateY(71vh); } 100% { width: 77vh; height: 90vh; border-color: black transparent transparent transparent; transform: translateY(91vh); } }

I didn’t show it but this also makes it so if you don’t pay attention to him he will get sad (mouth-sad, tried to make it as accurate to the movie as possible, that’s why it’s choppy!)

The .hover is what makes him go like a creature when you hover over him, if you want to change it just… Change it! If you’d rather him always have the same expression, delete it!

Anyway, lots of easy stuff, lots of code that I didn’t reuse and I probably should’ve (the eyes!!! Can someone please tell me a way I can just… Mirror the other or something…? There must be a way!!!) So now this is when we do a thinking exercise in which you think about me as like someone who is kind of dumb and take some pity on me.

LivelyInfo.json

{ "AppVersion": "1.0.0.0", "Title": "Edgar", "Thumbnail": "img/thumbnail.png", "Preview": "thumbnail.png", "Desc": "It's me!.", "Author": "Champagne?", "License": "", "Type": 1, "FileName": "index.html" }

Easy stuff!!!

Conclusion

This could've been a project on git but i'm not ready and we're already finished. I'm curious about how this will be seen on mobile and PC,,, i'm not one to post here.

Sorry if I rambled too much or if i didn't explain something good enough! If you have any doubts please don't hesitate to ask.

And if you add any functionality to my code or see improvements please please please tell me, or make your own post!

#edgar electric dreams #electric dreams 1984

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cheollipop · 1 year ago

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Hello!! sleepovers fuck yeah i love sleepovers~ firstly CONGRATS on 2k 🥳 the idea of sleepovers makes me feel so soft so my submission would be pure soft loveydovey fluff!! (ot8 ateez ensemble/poly! fem reader)

the idea of (f) reader being sick and unwell and all of the boys scramble to make her feel better and comfort you but it’s also utter chaos because they’re all trying to be the best boyfriend taking care of you! at the end of the day you end up comforting them too and you all end on top of eachother all cuddling watching tv and being affectionate (members that dislike skinship just finding comfort next to everyone)

just picturing them all trying to take care of you in their own way- woo trying to make favourite soup, jongho serenading you quietly, san stroking your hair, seonghwa cleaning you up when you’ve been sick?? like the list goes ON and on for them!! but also them interacting with eachother the competitiveness- the protectiveness acting like you’re dying when it’s literally just a flu 😭

so soft for them🥹

~id also SO be down if some nsfw love making etc was sprinkled or suggested like bathing together and taking care of ALL your needs ygm~

will be bundled up in my blankets all cozy to read your work, hope you enjoy writing it i know i’ll enjoy reading it🥰 mwah

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

omg bunnie hello!! you sent me this beautiful ask so now we're on a first-name-basis tyvm (and you get a tag). "my submission would be pure soft loveydovey fluff" you didn't lie!!!! this is so so SO cute omg, and the way I'm coming down with a cold rn too,, the universe practically sat me down and told me to write this or else. ahem. anyway, I won't lie, I was a bit stuck trying to figure out what to write for this one bc the fluff part is so beautifully written as it is;; so you get smut!! and I'm feeling like a little tease, soooo... hehe sorry~ ^^ thank you so much for your kind words!! I really hope you enjoy reading~ mwah <3

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader x jung wooyoung

w.c.: 0.7k

tags: smut, fingering (f), praise, some teasing, pet names, soft doms!woohwa, but seonghwa's in charge ^^, and he cares more about your health than what you want ^^

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Blunt nails scratched at your scalp, shampoo suds slowly making their way down your temple as Seonghwa worked them into your hair. A damp patch spread through the thin pajama bottoms where you’d been leaning back against his thigh, his body propped up at the edge of the porcelain tub. You sank your body further, chin dipping under the warm water with every exhale, a whine on your lips as skilled hands disrupted the bubbles around your crotch.

Kneeling on the tiled floor, Wooyoung worked your cunt under the veil of floral-scented foam, two fingers pumping bathwater into your heated walls while he took in the breathy noises leaving your mouth.

“Something wrong, love?”

Seonghwa’s voice sent a shiver down your spine, walls squeezing around the digits fucking into your g-spot with practiced ease. “Hwa, please.”

“You asked for this, didn't you?” He teased, massaging the spot behind your ears with his thumbs.

“No,” you whimpered, “wanted you to fuck me, please,” you rutted against Wooyoung’s palm, trying to create friction over your clit.

“And he said no,” Wooyoung—head tilted in amusement, his eyes focused on the progressive shifts in your expression—reiterated Seonghwa’s earlier instruction, scoffing at the angry leg kicks creating soapy waves around your immersed figure.

“Darling, you’re sick,” the older man tilted your head upwards to meet your narrowed gaze, leaning down to press a kiss to your heated forehead, lips pausing over your skin before pecking it once more and moving away as he straightened up. “I’ll fuck you nice and full once your fever goes away, how’s that sound?”

An exhaled laugh blew out of Wooyoung’s nose, the effect Seonghwa’s words had on you evident in the tight squeeze around his fingers. You nodded enthusiastically, eyelashes fluttering while he peppered a few more kisses over your temples and nose, only for your attention to be drawn back to the man at your side, head snapping towards him as he began pistoning his fingers into your cunt with restless vigour.

“I’m the one making you feel good, pretty girl, pay attention to me,” Wooyoung cooed, his free hand cupping your face, thumb tenderly caressing the highest point of your cheek while the fingers stuffed within your drenched pussy guided you towards the steep edge of your orgasm.

“Woo, please, ngh- I’m,” your spine arched against the porcelain, the pressure in your lower belly growing hastily and your pussy leaking hot slick into the tepid water.

“Come on, darling, show me how hard you’re gonna come on Youngie’s fingers,” Seonghwa’s honeyed tone reverberated in your ear, delicate hands kneading into your tense shoulders.

Your hips lifted off the tub to meet Wooyoung’s thrusts, his fast-paced rhythm shifting to deliberate glides of his fingertips over your sensitive gland, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm crashed through you, your body floating off the edge while Wooyoung guided you through it with mumbled praise. Plush lips planting kisses over your damp skin, a warm stream of water washing the floral shampoo out of your hair while you spasmed under the two men’s touch. Your voice—hoarse and broken—echoed between the tiles, persistent fingers languidly stroking your walls as you came down from a mind-numbing high, reaching between your quivering legs to paw at them until they left you stretched out and empty, clenching around nothing.

It took you a few moments to take in your present state, to register the deep breaths in the steamy room as your own, to feel the rough washcloth wiping off the layer of sweat glimmering over your skin, another set of hands kneading the flesh at your hips to ease the trembles shaking your figure. You sighed as you relaxed back into the hard surface behind you, eyes only fluttering open when Seonghwa broke the comfortable silence, lips parted and hand loosely clutching the cloth near your breast, the hard length of his cock throbbing against the back of your head.

“My good girl,” he smiled, eyes brimming with lust as he took in your limp, fucked-out form. “‘Gonna get better quickly, or will I have to fuck you back to health?”

#panda's 2k sleepover o(≧▽≦)o #cromernet #park seonghwa x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #ateez x reader #park seonghwa smut #jung wooyoung smut #seonghwa x reader #wooyoung x reader #seonghwa smut #wooyoung smut #ateez imagine #bunnie 🐰

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pearlofthesirens · 10 months ago

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OMG I LOVE YOUR FIC WITH VALERIA 🤩🤩🤩🤩 can you write some fluff with fem reader? Valeria and her girlfriend have a movie night after weeks of not seeing Val (she's a busy woman we understand) and Val is not 100% into it but she wants to see reader happy and in the middle of watching movie reader sees that Val fall asleep. A lot of cute stuff and maybe some sarcasm...obviously from Valeria. I'll be so happy to read this but if you don't like it it's totally fine 😘😘😘

Thank you 🖤

of course!! thank you so so much for submitting a request, i promise you will love this one <3

cw: tooth rotting fluff, slight spanish cursing, val being a tease and lots of happy gae moments

Valeria being a very busy lady, doesn't always get to spend quality time freely with you. Dates often get cancelled, "Stupid fucking gringos stepped in Las Almas again." and "Putamadre Alejandro!" were recurring words in your household during some of 'long' vacations she'd take only to leave for her work. She would always let you help her prepare herself for the upcoming missions, leaving after giving you the longest kiss full of love.

"Take care of yourself, okay chula? I've got men outside to protect you from any intruder, will be back soon."

It's one of those days you're sulking at home, watching a random cartoon movie in Spanish for no reason. The blanket was bunched at your thighs, the cushion of the couch dipped under your weight. A bowl of chips was present on the coffee table in front of you untouched, you refused to take a single bite. Nothing but Valeria's sweet smile was on your mind, oh how you missed her. If she were there, the movie would've been long forgotten and you two would've been busy cuddling.

You felt a tear roll down your cheeks. Solitude was really hitting you at that moment and you pulled the blanket around yourself, letting out a soft sob. The big house felt even bigger, and emptier without your lover there. You missed the times when the halls would echo with both of your laughter, fairy lights adorning the curtains as you two sat and watched the rain while cuddling with each other. You missed the times she would kiss you sweetly and call you hers, her fingertips tracing your lips. You missed everything about her. But your train of thoughts came to a halt when you felt a familiar hand on your head, ruffling your hair a little.

"Miss me, amorcito?"

Your head snapped back, eyes meeting with your girlfriend's. You could barely wipe your remaining tears away before she came round and sat beside you, using her thumbs to swipe them away.

"You cried, mi amor?"

You could only sniffle back as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling yourself closer. She gently rubbed your back, placing butterfly kisses on top of your head as you sobbed in her arms.

"Missed you so so much, Val. I thought..I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again."

"But I'm right here now, out of any trouble. Don't cry, mi vida. I'll make up for the missing time, I promise."

You pull your face away from her neck, letting her wipe away your tears before she pulled the blanket over both of you comfortably. Laying down on the couch, her hands crept up to yours and slowly pulled you down so you'd lay on top of her. Your head immediately met with the softness of her chest as her hands kneaded your ass, a teasing smirk on her face before her eyes turned to the TV screen.

"Coco, really? You were watching a kid's movie?"

"But it's nice."

"Being childish, are we?"

"You still love me."

Her hearty laugh made your heart increase its pace, her husky voice tickling your ear as she brought herself closer.

"Mierda, of course I do. So much that I'd watch a stupid movie for you."

Her hands slowly pulled the blanket over you two, arms trapping you as you placed your head on her chest. Your eyes followed the TV screen, watching the movie as Valeria's chest heaved in and out. The way she breathed calmed you down and you weren't upset anymore. your fingers gently fidgeted with her shirt, eyelids getting heavy. Turning to face Valeria with a yawn, you called out her name.

"Love, wanna sleep."

"Val."

"Val?"

The lack of response had your eyes wide open, and you met with the loveliest thing you would ever witness. Your girlfriend had fallen asleep with you on top of her, yet one of her hands still stayed on your ass. With a small smile, you raised your head and placed a soft kiss on her lips before switching the TV off. Her arms held you tightly in her sleep as you snuggled closer, nuzzling in her chest happily. At the end of the day, Valeria not only cares about you but also makes up for the time when she's not present, even if it means letting you lay on her chest while watching kid's movies.

(not proofread!!)

#pearly venus asks #valeria garza #valeria mw2 #valeria x reader #valeria cod #valeria x fem!reader #valeria wlw #wlw #wlw fanfic #valeria fluff

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henleygod-fics · 2 months ago

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- Hello Deku- I said as I entered the room.

- Hi tn- my friend smiled at me.

- Did you get home okay??? You didn't have any problems? It was very late- I said worriedly, a push made me fall forward if it weren't for my dear friend holding me, Bakugou had passed behind me furiously and without caring that I was there he crashed past.

-The one who had problems because of you was someone else and you were worrying about that idiot Deku- he muttered through his teeth very furiously, although the only thing I managed to hear were pure grunts and meaningless murmurs, I hadn't realized that the push had been on purpose.

- Are you okay? - asked Kirishima who was coming behind Bakugou.

- If you don't worry, your brutality will never go away after all- I said giving him a smile, although in reality I was trying to hide the desire to give the idiot a tremendous slap on the head, I simply didn't want to cause problems and much less give an excuse for us to be alone in the punishment and then see myself cornered by him. Kirishima smiled at me, but as soon as he did he turned back to Bakugou.

- Oi Bakugou that's no way to treat a lady- she yelled as she was going to scold him, sometimes I found their relationship funny, Bakugou looked a bit like Jeff, while Kirishima looked like Toby and to be honest I can't imagine Jeff and Toby together for any reason.

- Good morning- said a calm voice behind me.

- Good morning- I replied with a smile as I turned around, Todoroki looked at me with a raised eyebrow and it didn't take me long to realize that I was still leaning on Deku and he was still holding my arms.

- Thanks Deku- I said smiling but very nervous- I'm fine now-

-y..yes..YES- Deku shouted completely red, apparently he had realized how we were, he had simply become so nervous that he couldn't act or speak, a laugh escaped me which made him even redder.

-What happened?- Todoroki asked, standing next to us.

- Bakugou passed, literally and as always being a brute- I answered, still annoyed, Todoroki shook his head.

The three of us headed to our seats to get ready for class. Today was English with Present Mic, as always I was doodling in my notebook, after all it was a lie the fact that I was there to study, I don't expect to graduate or get anywhere in this world, I started drawing the cabin that I missed so much and at the same time that I constantly wanted to run away from, then my thoughts wandered, a sad Sally hugging her favorite stuffed animal, a completely angry Slenderman taking everyone with his tentacles for whatever reason, Toby burning his waffles because I'm not there to help him, Laugthing locking himself in his completely dark box, angry Jeff massacring everything that is in his way, after all that is his favorite way to relieve his discomfort, I sighed as I made the dark eyes of Eyeles who sitting on a pile of corpses did not touch his precious kidneys, a lump formed in my throat, imagining them like that made me feel really bad.

Omniscient narrator

While Tn was scribbling in her notebook, a certain blond boy was watching her every second with a penetrating, annoyed look; the girl who was dozing hadn't noticed. She took out another sheet of paper, since the one she was using had already been completely filled. When she turned over, a sheet of paper fell to her legs, giving the dull boy a chance to see how much she was writing down, since at the moment there was no more to take notes on.

He looked at his partner's sheet of paper too intensely, moving his head from side to side trying to decipher what was there, scaring several classmates in the process, since as is known he does not know the meaning of subtlety. When he finally managed to see the sheet completely a shiver ran through his body, several creepy drawings, many people dressed up and with a macabre appearance, some characters were doing strange things, while others were dismembering people or killing in unimaginable ways. He realized late that he had stretched and turned too much until he fell to the floor, calling the attention of all his classmates, especially hers, who quickly hid her drawing and arranged it on her desk.

-Bakugou are u okay?- Mic asked seeing him on the ground. Bakugou just clicked his tongue and glared at Tn again "it's all your damn fault" he thought again as he stood up. Tn just looked at him with a raised eyebrow "what the fuck did this guy do to you?" she thought seeing him furious with her alone.

-Are you okay?- his freckled friend asked when he saw Bakugou's attitude.

-Yes, don't worry, I'm used to it- she replied smiling, unconcerning him.

- I think we'll have to talk to Aizawa- said Todoroki- we don't know Bakugou and he doesn't have the best temperament to tell him about a situation like that, the best thing would be to ask for help... he's very aware of you- he spoke now worried-

-I don't think it's best to talk to Aizawa, you already know that, no one was supposed to know and I haven't told him yet that you also discovered me, Deku- she spoke terrified imagining what he would do when he found out.

-I'll talk to All Might if you want Tn, I think he's our most reliable source right now-

-It could be- she answered thoughtfully, not noticing that someone was standing behind her, not until the shadow covered her head and her desk completely, then when she finally realized a muffled scream made her jump. Taking her by the hand and grabbing all the sheets of paper from the desk she ran out of the class, once they were away she began to scream.

-what are you supposed to do?-

-in Spanish please- Mic held up the drawings with a terrifying face, his eyes were wide open and he was grimacing- oh that??- I said pointing with my finger- I was just drawing- I said shrugging my shoulders.

- Okay, I'm not going to overlook the fact that you don't pay attention to my classes, but you can't perform witchcraft in front of all your classmates- she shouted in a whisper.

- Witchcraft?? I don't understand what I did wrong, you can't draw here? - I asked incredulously. Mic looked at me surprised for a few seconds, after meditating for a while he took me to the teachers' lounge, where Aizawa, Midnigth and of course Mic were.

- Well, we need to clarify some things- Aizawa said, sighing.

-I'd better talk- interrupted Midnight - Have you ever been to school?-

- Are you seriously asking such an obvious question? - Aizawa said with a raised eyebrow.

- Well we need to understand it, so this is the best way-

- Yes, I was - he answered, surprising the three of them.

- Did you go to a school? - Mic asked surprised.

- Did you study? - Aizawa asked with a distrustful expression, to which I sighed.

- Although it wasn't a school as such, I did have to attend classes, of course not with humans, we were all creepypasta and they didn't teach us the same thing as you either-

- So what did you study? - Mic asked innocently.

-Well...- I hesitated for a few seconds, but everyone already knows it so- to kill, to defend ourselves, to fight, summoning circles for demons or the way to present yourself before an invocation, of course for this you would have had to have done well in the circle and summoning classes, damn it- I complained.

- So you can summon each other? - Aizawa asked, strangely interested.

- Yes, that's the most common way creepypastas can kill, when people get curious and for some strange reason they think we'll grant wishes for their soul, the soul is for Zalgo and the lives can simply be taken without permission- I said shrugging, seeing everyone's faces I realized that again I had taken it as something very normal, in front of people who are normal- Of course I don't do it and I almost always manage to avoid the summons or at least ruin them for when they arrive-

- And how do they get people to summon them? - Aizawa asked again.

- That's the strange thing- I said thoughtfully- I thought that when one, any of us, arrives to a dimension everyone would know us, they would know of our existence and everything related to us. But this time it was different, nobody knew anything, they didn't know Jeff or Slenderman- I said thoughtfully, we stayed silent for a few minutes.

- Well- said Midnight standing up and taking the papers that Mic had in his hand, then she came over and sat next to me- why did you do this?- she asked in the kindest way possible.

- The drawing? I don't understand, what's wrong with having drawn it?

- The problem is not that you drew, but what you drew - replied Midnight.

- And also that you don't pay attention to my classes, do they bore you? - Mic asked pretending to cry while hugging Aizawa.

-Well, I've always done drawing, Bloody taught me, although of course I'm not as good as him, it's the best way to express yourself-

-And what kind of feeling are you supposed to express here?- Aizawa asked with a raised eyebrow.

- that I miss them and that this is probably how they are now that I am not with them-

- How? - Mic asked. Tn proceeded to tell them everything that was going through his head at the moment of drawing, clearing up some doubts although of course leaving them confused in other aspects.

-And what's happening with my class, girl?- Mic asked, crossing his arms.

- I honestly didn't think it would bother you so much sensei, after all I don't belong here, I don't see the point in studying and trying so hard when we all know that I won't be here anymore, sooner or later they will arrive and when the time comes I will have to leave, whether I like it or not- answered Tn with her head down.

- You don't know that- Aizawa said sighing.

-Of course I know, blood always runs with them, but with Slenderman, even our blood runs when he is upset-

- Are you afraid? - asked Midnight.

- Afraid? - Tn asked laughing - Of course not, I'm just worried about what's going to happen, I don't want to choose between hurting my family or letting everyone die -

- That's not going to happen - Mic said, hugging her by the shoulders.

- We are your teachers and you are our responsibility from now on- said Aizawa while putting his hand on his head.

- The decision is yours, if when the time comes you don't want to go, we will support you- said Midnight as he knelt down until he was at her height- no matter what. You are one of us now-

- And I think you would be a great heroine - Mic concluded.

- The flea is also good as a companion- Aizawa laughed. Tn dropped a few tears, out of happiness, sadness and doubt. She loved her family, but she couldn't deny that the moment she arrived and met everyone, she felt like this was her place, she wanted to stay, even so she couldn't imagine leaving them forever, plus there's the fact that they wouldn't let her go and would massacre everyone so that having nothing she would have no choice but to return, that's how psychopathic they are.

After returning to the classroom, Mic apologized to Cementos and returned to her class. Her classmates looked strangely at Tn, who had returned with red and slightly swollen eyes, especially three boys, who did not take their eyes off her, two out of concern and one out of intrigue.

TN POV.

- That's all - Mic announced as he gathered his papers, when our eyes met he smiled slightly.

I started to gather my things to leave, until my classmates stopped me, several of them started to ask "what had happened?" "Why was I crying?" and "what did Mic do?", I laughed seeing them so worried when the teachers had only tried to comfort me. The moment I opened my mouth to answer a hand grabbed me by the arm dragging me into the hallway.

- Bakugou, what are you doing? - I asked without looking at him, since there was no need to turn around to see who would grab me like this, he didn't answer - BAKUGOU -

- SHUT UP ANNOYING-

- ANNOYING?! I'm not the one dragging you and just so you know, I wouldn't have even talked to you if you weren't holding me- I replied annoyed trying to get away, he stopped instantly and turned serious.

- Don't even think that I want it, you stupid stranger-

- Well, I don't think there's any other reason, from what I see there's no one forcing you- Bakugou growled loudly as he looked at the ceiling.

-Bakugou, let her go- Todoroki said as he approached Deku panting, it seems that both of them had run after us when they realized.

-This is none of your business, damn half- he responded brusquely- and you- he said now looking at me- what the hell were you doing?-

- What do you mean? - I asked without understanding anything.

- What the hell were you writing? - he said as I tried to reach for my backpack, which I pushed back before he could reach it. He clicked his tongue and glared at me.

- Nothing to worry about, meddler- I said, adjusting my wrinkled clothes. Bakugou growled again, but this time he pushed me to grab my things, I fell on Todoroki and Deku, who caught me instantly.

- Are you okay? - Todoroki asked and I nodded, after my answer he turned angrily towards Bakugou who was opening my backpack to check it, before he approached him I stopped him.

-Leave him alone, let him finish his ridiculous act- I said while crossing my arms, I was calm, after all my weapons were not there, I always had them attached to my body and my problematic drawings were in Nezu's studio so I could have an image of each one I drew, that way they could at least recognize some of them.

- AGH WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT IT??- he shouted while throwing all the things in my backpack on the floor.

- Shit Bakugou, that was unnecessary- I cursed as I tried to pick up the pencils. He angrily threw my backpack aside and walked towards me with heavy steps.

- I'm not an idiot- he said as he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and lifted me up to his face- I know you're hiding something and they know it- he continued as he got closer, he made a gesture with his head pointing at Deku and Todoroki who were ready to attack Bakugou, I motioned for them to stay out of the way.

- I don't have the need to hide or tell you something, who do you think you are? - I said raising my head. Bakugou growled louder and pushed me against the wall, then he brought his face closer to mine, to the point of almost touching our noses and lips, and I, well, I got confused. - Well, are we fighting or are you flirting with me? Because the truth is I don't understand anymore - I said with a raised eyebrow, Bakugou looked at me the same way, when he noticed our closeness he clicked his tongue, let go of me and finally walked away.

-Don't even think that this will end like this- he said from afar- the teachers are hiding something, you too and I'm going to discover it- he gave his last look of hatred and began to leave, for a second I thought I saw his red ears, but at the moment when I thought of making fun of him he gave one last warning- you better be prepared for the tournament, I don't plan on having mercy and you will be the first that I am going to destroy- after his statement he left.

A sigh of relief came out of my mouth, who would have thought that even after having so many experiences with multiple assassins and demons, I would end up nervous for a simple boy. I began to gather my things, feeling that doubt in my head, never in my life had I experienced this kind of nerves or embarrassment, just for being in contact with a boy, this is the third one with whom I feel those kinds of feelings, a hand on my forehead made me come out of my trance, when I looked up I could see Todoroki and Deku, both looking at me with concern.

- Are you feeling sick? - Todoroki asked, still with his hand on my face - You're all red -

- No- I said nervously, standing up quickly, again the same annoying feeling.

Deku finished gathering the last papers that had remained and put them inside my backpack, he stood up and when our eyes met he handed me everything smiling, Todoroki also gave me everything he had collected, only with his same serious face.

- Thanks- I said taking the things.

- It's nothing- Deku said happily. Todoroki stared at my backpack seriously and deep in thought.

- Are you okay? - I asked, moving my hand from side to side in front of his face to get him out of the trance.

- I think it's worse now- he said without stopping looking at my backpack and frowning- we already confirmed that Bakugou suspects something and not only that, but he's trying to find out no matter what-

- I know, but we can't do much to stop it- I replied sighing.

-I'll talk to All Might- Deku said seriously, I smiled and nodded.

- But there is always the option of murder- I said with a mocking smile, both looked at me with a grimace and a worried expression- It was a joke, too early to say it?- They both sighed in relief at the same time, to which I rolled my eyes- Anyway, now there is something else that worries me-

- What is it? - Deku asked.

- The tournament... will be broadcast to the whole world, right? - Deku opened his eyes and mouth when he realized this, while Todoroki nodded thoughtfully - As I feared, I must not participate - I said looking at the hallway - I'll have to talk to Aizawa again -

-That won't be necessary- I was startled when I heard his voice behind me, he had already discovered us- I already knew that Midoriya was aware of the situation, it was very obvious- he said with a sigh- with the issue of Bakugou we will have to be careful, more than before, I will try to make sure that they are not left alone, nor do they have to get close and lastly, with respect to the tournament, you will participate, as I said, none of my students will be left out-

-But what if they find me for that?-

- They're not even here - he replied, taking it for granted.

- We don't know that, they may be far away from here and with the tournament they know where I am-

-Then they will come for you- he assured us, the three of us opened our eyes wide.

-WHAT??- Deku asked upset.

- Not only are we exposing ourselves after the fight against the league, but now we also run the risk of demonic assassins appearing? - Todoroki asked seriously and slightly annoyed, he turned his head slightly towards me - I'm sorry -

- Okay, that's reasonable- I replied shrugging my shoulders, even though it did annoy me a little, he's right- why in the world would we bring the greatest assassins to us?-

- For the same reason that you are here- she answered bluntly- if they are here and we do not know it, it is probably because they are massacring innocent people somewhere else in the world, we can not leave them. You agreed to stay with us because we will empower you so that you can face them, however what is the use of all that? If you stay hidden letting them get away with it while you can not see them- he was right, listening to him I felt like a fool for having questioned him that way, apparently I was not the only one, since my two friends were in the same way, both had sworn to become heroes, however due to pressure and fear they had wished that if they were here, that they would never find us.

- You're right sensei, I'm sorry- I said, head down.

- I'm sorry- Deku and Totoroki continued in unison, as did I, looking at the floor. Aizawa gave each of us a little tap on the head, and when we looked up, all three of us were surprised to see Aizawa's slight smile.

- Don't apologize, it's normal for you to think that way, you're still kids- he replied, then returned to his serious expression- but from now on, I want you to remember what I just told you, you shouldn't feel relieved because you're afraid, you have to face it, even more so when you know that more people will suffer those consequences.

-Yes sensei- the three of us answered seriously.

- And by the way, we are the most ideal for them to face, we know of their existence beforehand and thanks to that we are preparing ourselves- after saying that, a greater relief flooded us, then Aizawa turned to me again- besides we have you, you know them and you can face them, right?- said Aizawa confidently, it hurt me a little to have to ruin that trust.

- Although I know them and I was able to escape from them, it wasn't entirely because of my skill or strength, I had help from Smile- I said lowering my head again, I was ashamed and upset to have to show them that I wasn't their salvation, that they were going to be mine- besides, although they were serious about looking at me, they never wanted to hurt me, not like they will now- when I looked up I could see Deku's worried face, Todoroki's confused face and Aizawa's frown- I was able to escape by sheer luck, they are not easy and I'm sorry to say it like that, but none of them are up to the task, neither am I- I answered lowering my head again, I didn't want to see his disappointed face.

- What do you mean they want to hurt you? - Todoroki asked, making me raise my head.

- By the sounds of it, I ran away, I managed to outdo them in that, even though it was with help and luckily, they won't care, not only did I hurt their pride, but I abandoned them, they will be furious, no, they are furious. So I'm more than sure that they won't hold back even if it's me-

- But didn't you say that you're like her little sister?

- I am, but sometimes even the youngest suffers the consequences- I said remembering the time Sally had made a human friend and had to watch him get pierced by Slenderman's tentacles when entering the forest.

- It's okay- said Aizawa putting his hand on my head, I looked up to see a smile again, then his face changed again to a serious and determined one- you are not alone anymore-

#bakugou katsuki #creepypasta #fanfic #my hero academia #shouto todoroki #ticci toby #bnha #bnha fic #deku #oc #creepy oc #fanfiction

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icarus-suraki · 8 months ago

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This. Stupid. Idiot. House.

The amount of time I spent on the stupid arrangement of these stupid rooms--I'm gonna write a Wattpad fanfic set in this house just so I can use this otherwise useless knowledge, Jesus wept.

So correction: sitting room #4 is not out there. That is actually the little Juliet balcony on the front of the house. We'll get to sitting room #5 in a minute. Going around the railing to that front balcony and past the round window (le ahoy there), you will enter another room...

I am hereafter referring to this room as the playroom. It's actually Sitting Room #5 but whatever. This is the playroom. These are the kids' bedrooms. It's kidtown up here. It's all for the kids. Just totally for kids up here. All kids all the time. Kids. Kids are the future. Kids.

The Playroom:

See, you can tell it's the playroom because of all the bright colors and fun furniture and stuff. Look at all those colors. Wow. The llama object and funky lamp and pink chair have certainly convinced me it's fun.

Wow, so much fun. Wow. (There's also a tv on the wall behind the photographer in this view and some "pops of color" on a build-in bookshelf.)

Please imagine yourself back on the landing now.

Okay. There are four bedrooms in the upstairs. We will be referring to them as Gray, Pink, Red, and Orange.

Going back to the landing...

(The playroom is just to the photographer's right in this view.)

Front elevation:

Top(-ish) view:

Some of these notes won't make sense yet but just work with me here...

We're going to start in the Orange bedroom, which fronts on the street...

...and which is only orange on a technicality. It's soothing, I guess. Which is nice.

Le bawthroom:

Meh. Not even a chandelier. Sad. But this is, despite the lack of dark wood paneling, clearly a room for a young man.

Okay. Let's talk about the window seat in the bathroom. I mean, let's just talk about it. I want you to imagine someone setting their wet (albeit clean) ass on that thing day after day after day. I just want you to imagine all that water soaking into that cushion. Imagine the mildew. Imagine the mold. Imagine the smell. Nice.

Red bedroom!

Again, red on a technicality. Work with me here.

This whole room just feels like 2010s Glam Style But Make It Modern. Back in the 2010s you could not hit up Wayfair dot com without a million mirrored dressers, mirrored bedside tables, mirrored desks, mirrored everything--to say nothing of the all-white French-style slipper chairs. This needs more color to make it a genuine reproduction, but it's pretty damn close! The chandelier (thank goodness, we've got one again!) needs more dangling crystals and shit.

Remember mirrored furniture? Pepperidge Farm remembers...

Want more mirrors? Okay.

Sink #12! I'm starting to lose count!

Bitches be wearin makeup lmoa.

Anyway, she doesn't have a window seat. She gets a bathtub. ... So he gets the shower, she gets the bathtub. Okay.

These next two connect with what's called a "Jack and Jill bathroom" (I think) so bear with me...

Gray bedroom:

I legit thought that gray chair was like a sculptural urn for a minute there. Like the chess pieces downstairs.

In the rich fiction I'm creating in my head for the people who live here (they are my Sims now), this bedroom belongs to the oldest daughter, hence the most "mature" color palette and most refined chandelier and biggest headboard and all. (I would not be surprised if some of the students at my workplace have rooms a bit like this.)

I had thought that was a study desk in that little alcove just beyond but now I think it's a build-in vanity because the bathroom is just beyond and who would study perched on a stool like that? Moving on...

It's a shared shitroom! You'd better hope these two sisters get along well! And you'd really better hope one doesn't lock the other one out of the bathroom! (source: college suitemates did this to me accidentally)

Sinks nos. 13 and 14, cool cool. Bigass mirror but also a detail mirror for those perfect eyeliner wings (do people still do that? idk idk). Looks like a shared closet though. Dangerous!! And those cabinets are awfully dark for a girl's room. Better be careful! She might end up...a tomboy!!

I'm not sure how this room fits in here but it seems to:

It might be a separate shower room but it's kind of weird because the mirror room is beige but the shower room is gray--like the two bedrooms. So it's almost like half the bathroom is gray and half is beige. Okay.

So as you can see, the bathroom connects the two bedrooms. So...

Pink bedroom:

Honestly? This one is really cute. It gives me some vague 1950s grandma (are y'all feeling the kind of midcentury aesthetic in here?) vibes but it's also just kind of cute. It's less severe than the other rooms, there's some more color, and there's not a chandelier???

Like, yeah, what is up with the fucking recessed lights in the window niches? But otherwise, not too bad. It's also one of the few rooms with a visible dresser in it. It's doing right well for itself here. This is the one kid in the family who's a bit sensible but kind of a romantic.

Last but not least: the upstairs laundry room:

What did you think there was only one laundry room in this place? Do you actually expect everyone to carry their laundry downstairs to wash it? Hell, they may have hired someone to do their laundry for them. I don't know.

Sink #15. I'm running out of fingers. The backsplash looks like cookies. And I think they need fake plants or ceramic roosters on top of the cabinets like we had in the 1990s:

To quote Oscar Wilde, "Either that wallpaper goes or I do."

The laundry room seems to be behind the curved wall of the stairwell. If you look at the landing photos you can see the hideous wallpaper.

And that's the upstairs, me droogs!

But wait! There's more!

So here we are at 2029 Giovanni Ct, looking at this beast of a construction with 6 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, more dining rooms than one would expect, so much space they literally don't know what to do with it, all coming in at a whopping 12,846 sqft (~1193 sqm). Let's go inside!!

Oh Jesus, oh God, oh no.

I almost don't know where to begin...

The swirly bannister that's all the fuck over McMansions anymore. No carpet on the stairs so that's great. I can't tell if that sofa is animal print or not. The shape of that mirror is hilarious to me. The chandelier is like "minimalist castlecore" or something. The single dinky wall light by the stairs. And there are two chairs on either side of the eucalyptus explosion by the way.

This is like baroque monochrome or something.

Also, a glimpse of Dining Room #1. Keep count with me!

Literally posting this one because the doors are killing me:

Is this a lawyer foyer? Like, it both is and isn't.

Also, all this white paneling just makes me think of the "human zoo" at the end of 2001.

The decorating inspo, we wonder to ourselves?

And now, Sitting Room #1: For Him

Some arts, that's for sure. The dark wood paneling lets you know that this is the Masculine Room. Fucking coffered-ass ceiling...

From what I can figure out, this room is immediately to the right as you enter the front door. (We'll get to the white room in the background later.)

Dining Room #1:

Seriously, there is no purpose for this gap between the foyer and the dining room except that the architect wanted it there for the window, I guess. Symmetry! (I unironically like the wallpaper/wall decal though).

But what is going with the fucking eyes top of the table, Todd???

An Table Art, apparently.

I like to imagine that those two giant concrete pawn statues were supposed to go in the garden but got put inside instead. They were too cold outside. If you're cold, they're cold: bring them inside.

Those chairs look like they're upholstered with chainmail.

Love that there's a chandelier in the butler's pantry. Yeah, that makes sense. Okay, in we go:

That's a built-in Miele coffeemaker. It'll run you about $5,000 US.

I think that's moar pantry off to the left because the kitchen proper is off to the right.

Sink #1. Keep count with me!

Sinks #2 and #3! But no pasta faucet? The fuck??? Untenable.

Those hanging lamps look like they're made of Styrofoam.

Now if we turn around...

#giovanni court

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eyeles-writing · 3 years ago

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You Never Have to Forgive Me - I Will Always Love You.

⭐︎ Word Count: 5844 ⭐︎

⭐︎ Warnings: Canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, angst ⭐︎

⭐︎ Description: Itachi drags you along with him for a trip to Konohagakure without telling you what’s going on. When he comes back, tears streaming down his face with a clear indication of pain, you know something’s gone wrong. ⭐︎

*a/n: i originally posted this on my main blog, but ive since created a new one and decided to repost it here. im still the real eyeles i promise!!

You and Itachi arrived in Konohagakure early in the morning - you were quick to disguise yourselves as simple tourists upon entering the gate, flashing a bright smile to the guarding ninja and telling stories of your wide travels across the Land of Fire. The ninja let you into the village with a kindhearted smile and a wish of success. You and Itachi quickly made your way to the nearest inn, where you promptly set down all of your items and made a plan for the day.

When Itachi asked you to accompany him on a mission to Konoha, you were hesitant to agree. In all the years you had known the man, he had never once expressed an interest in returning to Konoha. You were only vaguely aware of what had happened in the Leaf all those years ago, but you knew enough to know that Itachi was correct to stay far away. He’d never talked about it with you despite your status as his closest friend; Itachi was stuck with his walls up at all times and very rarely expressed any emotion. He was objective, honest, and emotionless - it’s what appealed to you the most, but it concerned you when he hid his emotions from you. You never knew when he was in a bad place, and that’s what confused you the most when he asked you out of the blue if you would join him on a mission to Konoha.

As soon as you had settled into the hotel, Itachi was heading out the door. He moved silently and didn’t even bother calling your name - the man had fully intended on leaving you in the hotel room and heading out to the streets on his own. Before you had even realized he’d left the room, he was already making his way down the pavement.

Itachi walked swiftly to his destination, using the distinct muscle memory that was ingrained into his mind years ago. He took a left turn, went straight for a while, turned again at the large flower pot, then circled around the fountains to reach his destination - it was the same route he took to the academy almost every single day of school when he was a child.

The dirt was still the same reddish brown that he remembers; it kicked up the exact same way as it used to and created the same dust clouds as Itachi walked. He was entranced by the ivy that had grown across the building he’d admired since he was a child - he’d stare at it every morning as he walked past it and always expressed how much he wanted to live there when he was older. At the age of 21, though, Itachi felt an unfortunate pain in his heart when he first saw that building now overgrown with ivy and grass. It looked abandoned, even.

The sound of a bell had taken Itachi out of his thoughts. He was standing at the corner right across from the Konohagakure academy and his eyes scanned the crowd of children that were now pouring out of the building. He recognized a few kids as members of clans based on their familiar outfits, but beyond that, Itachi felt saddened by the lack of recognition in his mind. Nothing in the village had changed, it seemed, yet Itachi felt as though he’d never been there before.

A kid with bright yellow hair dashed out of the crowd, an intelligible yell escaping his mouth. He appeared happy as he ran, and Itachi watched the two kids trail behind him. A girl with gorgeous pink hair followed the blonde boy with her arms crossed in clear disappointment. Behind her, trailing even slower, was a boy that Itachi had failed to recognize entirely. He looked angry at first, but it became easy to see that he was indifferent to what the boy was yelling about. Itachi furrowed his brow in confusion at the dark-haired boy before it had finally clicked.

The child, who must have been no older than 12, was Itachi’s younger brother - and Itachi was unable to recognize him.

There was nothing about Sasuke that was different or unusual for an Uchiha member; he wore the same white shorts and blue shirt that even Itachi wore as a kid. The familiar Uchiha crest was sewn into the back of the shirt, even. It had simply been too many years since Itachi had last seen his younger brother, and the memory of Sasuke’s face and mannerisms had slowly faded. Every time Itachi failed to recall a memory of his brother, he felt the same aching pain in his heart. Yet, he stayed away.

Sasuke had not noticed Itachi, thankfully, because Itachi had taken a few steps forward in a risky attempt to get a better view of him and almost drew attention to himself. In a moment of desperation, Itachi had activated his Sharingan to solidify the memory in his mind. He had forgotten everything else about Sasuke - he was not going to forget him again, he was determined. Unfortunately, the glow of the Sharingan was far too eye-catching.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sasuke Uchiha could have sworn that he saw the familiar red glow of the Sharingan eyes. He’d seen a tall figure in the shadow of a building across the street as he slowly trailed after Naruto and dreaded the next two hours of training. The figure was out of his mind almost as soon as he’d looked away, but the familiar glowing red he saw out of the corner of his eye was enough for his heart to drop to his stomach. He turned his head instantly to get a better view, but the figure had disappeared entirely by the time he realized what he was looking at. Sasuke muttered to himself and returned his attention back to his teammates, who were now significantly ahead of him. The thought of his older brother lingered in the back of his mind.

When Itachi returned to the hotel room, you were about to release a wave of anguish on him. You had a speech written and rehearsed for the man - it was a powerful proclamation of how you will never be disrespected like this again, how it was extremely inappropriate and immature of Itachi to invite you here and then immediately abandon you. Before you could even open your mouth, though, you stopped in your tracks once you realized Itachi was standing in front of you with tears silently streaming down his face.

“I didn’t recognize him,” he said at a whisper, voice clearly shaking.

“Who?” you asked as you walked toward Itachi, arms held out to him.

“Sasuke.”

Your expression softened instantly upon hearing that name - though you never knew much about the relationship Itachi had with Sasuke, you knew that they were family. Despite everything that happened in the Uchiha clan, it was understood that Itachi cared for Sasuke far more than you’d ever know. When Itachi spoke those words, it stirred a wave of emotion inside of you that could not stop you from pulling him into a hug.

Itachi collapsed into you and sniffled as he attempted to take a deep breath and prevent his tears from falling. It failed, though, when a sob came out of his chest unintentionally. His crying became borderline uncontrollable as he fell into your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his body as you pulled him closer; gently, you tried to reassure him.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, doing your best to fight back your own tears, “you’re okay.”

Itachi tried to speak, but another cry came out by accident. You shushed him and pressed your hand to his back and began rubbing circles on him in an attempt to soothe him. After another minute of his cries, you carefully led him across the room to sit on the bed. He followed without any issue and sat down next to you, but didn’t dare show his face to you. When he pushed himself away from your shoulder moments later, you looked away from his face. Itachi was a man who was obsessed with his image - he’s eternally poised and always holds himself to the highest degree of decorum; being seen in a state like this is something that he’d be embarrassed of for the rest of his life, so you consciously did your best to avert your gaze.

“I thought that seeing Sasuke after all this time would reassure me, but it’s done the opposite,” his voice faltered as he sat up, still clearly distraught. “I could tell, even in that short moment, that… That I destroyed all potential for him to succeed.” He lowered his head and rested it on his palms, pressing one to his eye in an attempt to clear the oncoming headache after his tears had slowed down.

“You cannot predict the future,” you said, wrapping your arm around his shoulder, “you have no idea what Sasuke will do. I’m sure he’s amazing.”

“He would have surpassed me by now if I hadn’t done what I did,” Itachi whispered, “I destroyed his potential. I created his pain and I solidified his life of grief and isolation.”

“You were a kid,” you hugged him tighter, “you had no choice.”

Itachi shook his head. “What I did was beyond horrible.”

“Yes,” you agreed, “but that does not mean that you are horrible.”

Itachi crumbled once more, leaning further into your touch.

The tears continued falling silently until the sun had began to set. The sky had turned a gorgeous pink color and reflected beautifully on the lake in front of the inn - when you realized how late it had become, you peeled away from your sleeping partner to get dinner for the both of you. He had eventually cried himself to sleep, you assumed, and was now resting. You wrote a note for him just in case he woke up during the time you were gone. You threw on a jacket and went to the front desk to ask where the best takeout food was.

You kicked the red dirt as you walked, slowly chasing the same pebble that you’d accidentally brushed forward. It became a game to you, to see just how far you could take that single pebble. It made it only a few more kicks before you’d underestimated your strength and sent it flying off your charted path. You turned your attention toward your surroundings and found yourself peoplewatching as you walked.

There was a kid, maybe 13 at most, who was being screamed at by a girl of roughly the same age with the highest ponytail you’d ever seen. What she was saying was mostly incomprehensible to you, but it was clear that the boy did not seem to care. In fact, there was another boy right next to him feasting on a bag of chips while watching the entire ordeal.

After you’d turned the corner, your destination came into view. There was a group of kids across the street with a few ninja watching over them, the adults having their own conversations while the kids were busy trying to show off the different jutsu they’d allegedly mastered. A boy with an adorably small dog was boasting about his seemingly excellent kunai-throwing accuracy while a different boy in an alarmingly green outfit was proclaiming his dedication to being a ninja. Seeing the kids just be kids sparked a warmth in your heart, a tender feeling that everything just might be fine.

You entered the ramen shop with intentions to get a light dinner. However, when you sat down and looked at the row of people next to you, it was obvious that the proportions in this restaurant were huge. You ordered your food and stared at the posters while you waited. You’d also decided to passively eavesdrop on the group next to you.

“You’re being a total loser,” an unfamiliar voice said. From what you could tell, there were three kids and a ninja - you could only assume that they were a team.

“What?” another one playfully groaned, “I just wanna see whose quicker at eating a bowl of ramen!” The boy smacked his chopsticks on the table, signaling to the chef to make another bowl.

“Did you ask me if I’d buy you enough ramen for that, Naruto?” The ninja at the opposite end of the table asked, not even bothering to look up from the book he was reading, which had a large “18+” sticker on the back of it. It made you cringe just a little to see a man reading that in public.

The blonde boy, who you assumed was Naruto, smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “What’s a little more ramen, huh?” he asked. He then turned to the boy he was taunting previously. “What, Sasuke, you scared?”

Instantly, your head turned to the boy. The lighting in the shop wasn’t amazing, so you couldn’t exactly see his face, but you could tell just by looking at him that he was an Uchiha; the crest on the back of his shirt gave it away completely, but even just looking at his face was enough. The resemblance to Itachi was undoubtful. This was Sasuke Uchiha, and you were somehow lucky enough to run into him.

“Would you QUIT IT?!” A hand smacked Naruto’s face quickly, causing him to scream in pain. “Sakura!” Naruto whined, putting his head down on the table. Sakura huffed and returned to her ramen while Sasuke smirked in satisfaction.

Your own bowl of ramen was placed in front of you and you began to eat. You quickly discovered it was far too hot, though, so you needed to pass the time until it cooled off.

“Excuse me,” you smiled at the group next to you, “but I’m a tourist from the Land of Water and I was hoping you’d be able to tell me about Konohagakure. You’re ninja, correct?”

You didn’t intend on spending the next hour talking to the group, but you did - The team’s leader had introduced himself as Kakashi Hatake, who you’d most certainly heard of because of his use of the Sharingan eye. Though you were a more peaceful participant of the Akatsuki group, you were still knowledgeable on the organization’s biggest enemies. Kakashi was certainly one of them, mostly because of his amazing abilities as a ninja.

Naruto Uzumaki was the one to do most of the talking. It was very easy to see that he was someone who was constantly bouncing off the walls with excitement over the prospect of being a ninja. You’d learned all about his academy life within just a few minutes and, with one of the cutest smiles you’d ever seen, told you that he’d invite you personally to be in the front row of his inauguration as the next Hokage. With how dedicated he seemed, a part of you truly believed in his ability.

Sakura Haruno was next to tell you about both herself and Konoha, though she mostly told you about the different herbalist and medicinal specialists throughout the village. She told you that she wanted to become a medical ninja and wanted to do everything she could to help those in need - seeing such a bright and kind young girl filled your heart with a warmth like no other and in that moment, you felt a true hope for the future world.

“What about you?” You’d asked, turning to Sasuke Uchiha. You only started the conversation with Team Seven simply to talk to Sasuke, and yet he was the one who spoke the least. He appeared to have no interest in talking to you, though, as he only answered with a short sentence.

“I’m going to be the best ninja in the world,” he said sternly. He’d been picking slowly at his ramen that was nearing empty and when he spoke, he stabbed the noodles with precision.

“You’ve got to be pretty amazing to do that, y’know. Would you say you’re pretty good?” You inquired.

“Sasuke’s the top of his class!” Sakura chimed in, leaning over the table to look at him. She grinned at Sasuke, who appeared entirely indifferent to her presence, and she giggled.

“Really?” You smiled. Sakura nodded enthusiastically. “He’s the best! He’s totally mastered his Fireball Jutsu and he’s even mastered the Chidori!”

Though you had no idea what the Chidori was, you could sense that it was an impressive move when Kakashi nodded in confirmation. Sasuke didn’t respond to you nor Sakura’s compliments - instead, he continued picking at his food.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve got tons of people that are proud of you,” you smiled at him. In a low voice, you continued. “I know your family is proud of you, at least.”

Sasuke noticeably tensed up. “You know nothing of my family.”

You shook your head. “Not much, no, but you’re clearly a talented boy. It’s hard to miss that.”

An hour later, you returned to your hotel room with a box of ramen for Itachi. He remained laying in the same spot you’d left him, though this time he was wide awake. At first, you thought he was maybe dead because of his stillness - instead, though, he was staring at the ceiling simply because he didn’t want to get up.

“I brought you food,” you said.

He sat up slowly and pushed the hair out of his face. Itachi took the bag from you and began eating what you brought him. He didn’t say thank you, but you could see his appreciation despite the silence and averted gaze. He’d voice his thoughts many days later once the two of you returned home, but you knew it before then anyway.

“I… I saw Sasuke,” you said after a few minutes. His hand went still, pausing in the middle of lifting some noodles out of the bowl with chopsticks. He looked up at you and met your eyes for the first time that night. He looked exhausted, and it filled you with a feeling of sorrow just at the sight of his tired eyes.

“He’s amazing, Itachi,” you whispered with a smile, “he’s such a bright young boy. I talked to him and his teammates.”

Itachi nodded before returning to his food.

He cleared his throat. “Could you tell me about him?” He asked just above a whisper, voice wavering. You nodded.

“I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up,” you laughed, “and he said he wanted to be the best ninja ever. It was adorable.”

Itachi’s lip twitched at your remark, which was usually an indication of a smile for him.

“His teammate said that he mastered both the Fireball Jutsu and the Chidori.”

“The Chidori?” Itachi inquired, eyebrows furrowing, “that’s a high-level jutsu.”

You smiled and nodded. “His teacher is none other than Kakashi Hatake, Itachi. He’s the best in his class, I’m told. He’s an amazing kid.”

Itachi smiled this time. “I always knew he’d be an amazing ninja,” he whispered, “but mastering the Chidori at his age is unheard of.”

You sat down on the bed next to Itachi, leaning your shoulder against his. “He’s got some pretty awesome teammates too,” you grinned, “there’s this kid Naruto. They’re like, best friends and enemies at the same time. Couldn’t stop bickering with each other, it was adorable. He says he’s going to be Hokage some day, and I think I believe him.”

Itachi hummed in response. You continued. “Kakashi also has the Sharingan, too, which means Sasuke has someone to teach him at least a little bit, you know.”

Itachi shrugged. “He can only teach Sasuke so much.”

You nodded. “I’m sure Sasuke’s already passed him in the Sharingan by now.”

The rest of the night was spent retelling every single moment of your dinner with Sasuke. You made sure to leave out nothing - you went as far as telling Itachi exactly what his brother had ordered at the ramen shop, even. Itachi deserved to know every single second of what happened, no matter how small. When you’d finished telling him and the two of you had gone silent, you turned off the light in the room and crawled into the bed next to Itachi.

“During the mission briefing,” Itachi whispered, “I was told to eliminate everyone.”

It went without saying what mission Itachi was referring to. You reached out for his hand in the dark.

“I couldn’t hurt Sasuke,” he said, and you could tell he was crying once more. “I knew I couldn’t, so I planned to tell him the most vile things to make him hate me.” You furrowed your brow, but didn’t speak up. He continued. “Just to give him a reason to live after everything that I’d done.”

Itachi was shaking now, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of his crying or if he was having another panic attack. You squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“I couldn’t say anything to him,” Itachi whispered. “It pains me to say that I have no memory of the last conversation I had with my brother.”

“You should talk to him,” you whispered to him. Itachi stayed silent. At one point, you thought he had fallen asleep.

“I’d like that,” he responded. “I would like that.”

A whole fourteen hours later, you and Itachi found yourselves outside the academy. He wanted to talk to Sasuke but expressed to you that he was unsure where to start. Even though Itachi had a delicate and practiced mask of indifference on at all hours of the day, it was obvious that he was incredibly nervous at the prospect of meeting his younger brother. Itachi’s mask was cracking and falling off, though, as his nerves increasingly got the better of him. His hands were twitching and fidgety as you walked together through the streets and he completely ignored everything you had to say, almost as if he was lost in thought entirely. It was normal for Itachi to ignore you, but never this much - if he truly didn’t want to listen to you, he’d have gotten far away by now.

“Itachi,” you whispered, gently elbowing the man, “look.”

From where the two of you stood in the shadows of a nearby building, it was difficult to see the oncoming flood of children that were released from school at the precise time of 2o’clock. However, the striking appearance of Naruto in the crowd was enough to draw your attention. His bright yellow hair and rowdy attitude drew your eyes in, which lead you to the Sasuke and Sakura that were trailing behind him with annoyed faces.

You looked to Itachi, who appeared as indifferent as ever, and did your best to scan his face for any indication of what he was thinking. He seemed completely frozen.

“They have training after school most days,” you whispered to him, recalling your memory of the shared dinner and remembering how Naruto told you all about how hard he trains.

His bright smile was contagious. “I train pretty much every day, you know!” He beamed at you, “every single day after school!” Naruto giggled. “Well, except Mondays and Wednesdays…”

“It might be best for us to wait until after training.” Itachi nodded at your comment, but didn’t respond. You watched Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto walk down the path until they had become specks along the horizon. Then, the two of you were on your way.

“Wait,” Itachi grabbed your shoulder as you turned to walk back to the hotel. You stopped in your tracks and turned to him with a look of bewilderment.

“I want to watch them train,” he proposed, “to see if I… truly did destroy his chances.”

Together, you walked to the training grounds where Sasuke and his teammates had gone to. The walk was quiet but comfortable, though Itachi’s nerves were still present. You tried to reassure him during your walk, but it proved to be useless once it was clear that Itachi was not looking for your advice.

“There is nothing you can say that will subdue my unease,” Itachi muttered, “it’s best to leave it alone right now.”

When you finally arrived at the training grounds, Sasuke and his teammates were sitting in the grass together.

“Maaaaan!” Naruto groaned, leaning back into the grass, “Kakashi-sensei is so lame, making us wait here all day for him!”

“You’re lame, loser,” Sasuke mumbled, using a stick to mindlessly drag along the grass in boredom. Naruto huffed in response at the childish insult, but didn’t respond.

The three chattered about school for almost twenty minutes until their sensei had finally arrived to the training grounds.

“Sorry guys, a black cat crossed my path-”

“So you had to go the long way,” the three children chimed in, a sure sign that Kakasshi’s excuse was long worn out. He smiled sheepishly and shoved his book into a pocket, making sure to bookmark the page first. Despite the long wait, Sakura had a soft smile on her face and Naruto was giggling at the absurdity.

“Now then, should we get started?” Kakashi asked, which made all three students rise to their feet and await instruction.

The training session was focused on building team trust - the copy ninja had his students working together to achieve a goal, however the major handicap was Naruto needing to listen to his teammates and Sasuke needing to cooperate with Naruto. There was plenty of fighting, but they eventually reached their goal. Sasuke got to practice a few of his jutsu during the training session as well, which caused Itachi to let out a chuckle of satisfaction at the sight of his younger brother being a talented ninja.

“He’s acquired quite the set of skills,” Itachi commented under his breath, “it’s impressive.”

You smiled. “I told you,” you said, “he’s a gifted kid.” Itachi, for what seemed like the first time in his life, smiled. It was small and soft, but it was definitely there - his lip curled upward and twitched a little at the unfamiliarity of the muscle being used, but it was certainly recognizable as a smile. It filled you with a feeling of felicity.

When training was finally over, you and Itachi trailed Sasuke back to where he was living. Upon first glance, you thought Sasuke had been living in the Uchiha property alone all this time. He entered through the main gates, but instantly turned right and walked down a small path that lead to a small shed in the back of the property. As you slowly trailed the boy, you peered into the windows of the buildings surrounding and found that they were either boarded up or riddled with crime-scene tape. As you walked past a window, you were met with what appeared to be a black reflection. However, you quickly recognized it instead as a swarm of flies covering the panes. You shuddered and directed your attention elsewhere.

Itachi was noticeably tense, presumably reliving that one night all over again, and he remained completely silent as the two of you walked. Sasuke was just barely in the distance, but he was close enough to just barely be seen. The growing darkness assisted in hiding your figures from Sasuke, so you grew less concerned with staying hidden.

Once Sasuke had disappeared inside his shed, you and Itachi stepped behind a building to quietly discuss the plan you had come up with that morning.

“Okay,” you smiled at him reassuringly, “you’re just going to go up there, knock on the door, and talk to him.”

Itachi nodded, remaining quiet.

“And if he gets violent or starts acting like he’s going to do something irrational, you get out of there immediately, right?” You nudged him to make sure he was paying attention.

“Yes,” Itachi spoke, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was.

You watched the man walk across the gravel and knock gently on the door before taking a step back. Almost thirty seconds later, the door opened and you watched the look of pure confusion on Sasuke’s face change into horror the moment Itachi opened his mouth.

“It’s you,” Sasuke spat, “I hoped that you’d be dead by now.”

Itachi was about to speak, but Sasuke was quick to cut him off.

“Nevermind that, I’ll be the one to do it then!” Sasuke yelled, dashing toward Itachi with a spark of lightning in his palm. Itachi was far too quick, though, and easily dodged the attack - Sasuke went flying past him and almost into the garden wall.

“I came here to talk,” Itachi said, watching Sasuke stumble back to his feet. “I do not wish to fight you.”

“Really?!” Sasuke spat, “you told me you only let me live so I could be the one to kill you!” He shifted positions and pulled out a kunai. “You held me at knifepoint, Itachi, and said I was too pathetic to kill!”

He dashed toward your partner again, and Itachi reached a hand out to stop Sasuke. The force of his brothers actions were enough to send Sasuke flying into Itachi’s body before he quickly jumped back.

“You’re the pathetic one, Itachi,” he raged, “you’re too much of a coward to even fight me!”

Itachi nodded. “You’re right, Sasuke.”

His breath caught in his throat upon hearing the words, but his position did not falter. “Are you really that craven?” he taunted, beckoning Itachi forward with the kunai.

“I wanted to apologize,” Itachi stated. Sasuke scoffed.

“For killing our clan?” Sasuke tightened his grip on the blade. “You’re long past forgiveness for that, brother.”

“No,” Itachi stepped forward, “for accepting the mission.”

Sasuke’s brow furrowed. “What the hell do you mean?” he asked. He held his grip.

“Our clan was planning a coup,” Itachi explained, “and intended to overthrow the Hokage. I was given direct orders to eliminate all the participants.”

Sasuke scoffed. “However,” he muttered, “I could not bring myself to eliminate you.”

“I was too pathetic to kill, right?” Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “I was too pitiful. Say it, Itachi!”

Sasuke took a few steps toward Itachi and pressed the blade to his older brother’s neck, indenting the skin just enough for it to be truly threatening. He locked eyes with his opponent. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You were too precious, Sasuke,” Itachi said, which caused Sasuke to stumble backward in surprise. “I loved you too much to hurt you, and every day I regret what I did.”

Sasuke shook his head. From where you were standing and watching everything going down, it seemed as though tears were beginning to form in his eyes. You found yourself thinking about all the years Sasuke spent alone because of Itachi, and your empathy only grew stronger for the boy.

“You told me I was pathetic,” Sasuke said, perplexed. His brother nodded slowly.

“I had to give you a reason to live after what I had done.”

Sasuke shook his head again, refusing to believe his brother. “I have spent my whole life waiting for the day that I could kill you,” he spat, “and you’re here telling me it was all for nothing?!”

“I’d be honored if you were the one to kill me,” Itachi whispered.

“Every day, my dear brother, I regret what I did. There is not a moment that goes by where I am not in an unwavering state of lament because of my actions. I left you alive because I could not bring myself to hurt you. I love you more than anything, Sasuke, and it’s the reason that I stand before you today.”

Sasuke growled, seemingly unaffected by the words Itachi just spoke. “You’re a monster,” he hissed, “you deserve to spend every second of your life in despair for what you did!”

A kunai was thrown swiftly from Sasuke, which struck the door where Itachi was standing. With a quick lean to the left, the kunai went right past him and into the wooden frame. Sasuke let out a groan of frustration.

“I hate you,” he condemned, “and I want nothing to do with you!”

“I do not need you to love me, dear Sasuke,” Itachi expressed, “I just need you to know the truth.”

Itachi revealed a scroll beneath his cloak. It was something that you’d never seen before, which caused you to wonder exactly how long Itachi had been planning this trip to see Sasuke. He set the scroll on the ground and rolled it across the pavement.

“This scroll contains the mission briefings and all the paperwork associated with it. You will see Danzo’s signature on every single one of those papers, along with exactly what I was ordered to do.”

Sasuke peered down at the scroll and, after a moment of consideration, picked it up. His hands traced the words written on the seal. Itachi produced another scroll, smaller this time.

“This scroll is a communication scroll.” Itachi rolled it across the ground. “This one is connected to another I have in my possession. Whatever you write on the scroll will appear on mine, and the same for my writing.”

Sasuke picked up the second scroll and opened it and found a large sheet of what appeared to be simple parchment. A seal was drawn across the top.

“I left you for so long because I believed you were not strong enough to understand the information contained in that scroll,” Itachi stated. “However, a dear friend of mine told me all about your talent. I’ve been told that you’re the best in your class and that you’ve mastered some impressive jutsu already, Sasuke.”

A shade of pink rose to Sasuke’s face. “So what?” He huffed.

“I am proud of you,” Itachi smiled. “You’ve turned into a fine young man, and I couldn’t be any more delighted to hear how amazing you’ve become.”

Itachi’s eyes glanced over to you, and he gave you a look before quickly signing a few hand formations and disappearing into a cloud of smoke.

“I truly wish to be your brother again, Sasuke,” Itachi had said just a second before disappearing, and Sasuke’s face formed a look of sorrow. A single tear had slid down his face after his brother had disappeared, and you waited until he went inside to move.

When you returned to the hotel, you found Itachi sitting on the bed and peering outside the window. You greeted him quietly, and he nodded his head at you in response.

“That went as well as it could have,” you stated. He nodded.

“I believe that, in due time, Sasuke will open that scroll and finally understand.”

You smiled at Itachi and sat down next to him, leaning your own head on his shoulder. “I think Sasuke is lucky to have you as a brother, minus the killing your family part.”

Itachi actually chuckled lightly at your remark despite the untoward joke.

“I can only hope that a day will come where Sasuke himself could think that, Y/N.”

#itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader #one shot #itachi uchiha one shot #itachi uchiha fanfiction #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto one shot #naruto x reader #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki #naruto shippuden #shippuden fanfiction #sasuke uchiha #my angel #hurt/comfort #canon typical violence #eyeles writing

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gayautisticcas · 3 years ago

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I think ... I will finally have art to post again .... soon ...

#bee txt #I have had no free time bc of script writing for my devising class #but I've been letting myself have free time when I get home from class cause my brain is always too blasted #tonight I redrew something from a few weeks ago that I had abandoned bc it wasn't going right #and it went much better tonight !!!!#i want to keep drawing but it's 4 AM #h8 it here #also I don't know how to draw eyes anymore everyone went eyeles for so long and i halfway hate the eyes I did draw #I'll figure it out later #I'm just excited to share stuff again #i want to contribute

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dysaniadisorder · 2 years ago

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obsessed that charles eyeler, local autism kid, is like. yeah i live in my unborn sisters shadow and every waking moment is to live up to her. i lie to everyone at school about dating my best friend. i write too much fanfiction and honestly hate leaving the house. my online persona is a pretty girl named charlotte and i refuse to change it. like okay transgender

#hc

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ragnarachael · 3 years ago

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for kissing prompts, 13 & 31 with our boy tasm!Peter? <333

of course anything for u amphi eyelism also warnings: we're getting steamy bc whore hours is switching on in my brain atm

13.) pulling your lover closer by the waistband

31.) kitchen counter make-outs

rach's valentine's blurb session!! send in something and i'll write a drabble about it!! | or request a kiss from this list!

Peter Parker knew how to cook. Which is funny, considering his aunt cooked half of the time and it was hit or miss.

"Baby, pass me the, uh.."

"Salt? Pepper?"

"No," he huffs out a laugh, "tongs, please. I've gotta flip over the stuff in the oven."

You groan, hopping down from your perch on the counter, padding over to the small vase that holds all the extra cooking utensils before grabbing what Peter's asked for.

You turn, and pass them over. Peter pecks your lips with a soft thank you in return before you're back on your perch on the counter top.

"After you flip it is there anything else to do?" You spread your legs wide, hoping Peter understands what you're asking.

"Well," Peter starts, much more focused on flipping whatever the hell was in the oven. "Not really. Dressings and stuff, but that's easy and fast."

"Great," you chirp, swinging your legs freely. Peter doesn't get the hint. And of course he doesn't, even though he's cooking for your date currently with extreme focus he didn't get it.

Or maybe he does, and doesn't want to let you know.

Peter's fast. Weirdly fast, putting the tongs down on a paper towel to minimize mess, before all his attention is back on you.

"You're so needy."

Your head snaps to look up at him from your phone, raising a brow. "Pardon?"

"Look at you," Peter hums, slotting between your legs perfectly as you carefully place your phone screen down. "Your legs, spread wide. Constantly asking what's left, what's done. Needy, my love."

Peter's hands land on your thighs as he speaks, and you feel your body tense slightly from the touch. You're making sure you don't close your legs around him, you know that's what he wants.

"And so what if I am? I was told after dinner I'm getting something I want, Parker."

Peter hums, hands slowly skirting around your thighs to ghost over your hips to tangle his fingers into your belt loops that are attached to your shorts.

In a single breath you were breathing in, Peter makes you gasp it out by tugging you on the counter to press square into his hips all by your belt loops.

"Well, I was hoping you'd be patient. But now I see you're aching for it."

Your retort is on the tip of your tongue, ready to speak, but Peter completely stops you with his lips messily slamming into your own. His fingers untangling from your belt loops to grip at your hips.

You kissed Peter back hungrily, finally getting what you've been anticipating all damn night, your own hands moving to grasp at his shirt that was covering his abdomen as you whimper into the kiss.

It was all-consuming, feeling Peter's hands grip you tighter with each smack of your lips, your hips bucking into his slightly as you finally wrapped your arms around him tighter to really feel him.

Until the timer went off.

You tried to keep him close, still enthralled in the kiss until he reluctantly breaks away from you, one or two little pecks on your lips before he's rushing to be sure nothing burns his apartment into ash.

You're sitting on the counter, almost panting from the kiss as your boyfriend seems as if he didn't just almost end up tearing your clothes off on his counter while pulling a cookie sheet of sizzling food out of his oven.

This dinner better be quick, or God help you.

#rachael's void speaks back #if this is shit i'm SORRY #AMPHI AND I STARTED TALKING OVER DM ABOUT THOR ANDHIS FUCKING TRIANGLE #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker imagine #tasm!peter parker drabble #tasm!peter parker #nsft post #nsft text #tasm!peter parker smut #peter parker x reader

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giggly-argent · 2 years ago

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Zeries is my life I love aries I love Zero I love it I love it they’re so cute

Zeries!! The have a cute ship name now omg 😭😭 fsr this really made me wanna write something for them so!!

Word Count: 695

Warm, afternoon sunlight peeked through the black curtains, giving the once dark room a tender, inviting atmosphere. Captain Rubeda laid comfortably on his bed, his large frame almost fully enveloping the smaller male wrapped up in his arms. Aries's back was pressed against Zero's chest, using both hands to casually inspect one of Zero's own.

"Broad and sturdy, but well taken care of," Aries mumbled, only stopping to deliver a small kiss to the man's palm, then a few more over his knuckles. Zero was already returning the favor long before then, planting languid kisses all over Aries's back as he listened to him ramble on.

"You fight with them often, but I don't see much scarring around your knuckles. I guess your strict diet promotes faster healing... And these calluses on your fingers; from playing bass, I presume?"

Aries grinned, knowing he'd spoken too much when he felt the kissing stop. "Hm? " He heard a low, confused huff from the man, and he didn't need to turn around to see the tired blue eyes giving him that cold stare.

"Oh, I just saw one stashed away in your room a few weeks ago, no big deal~"

"And what were you doing in my room without me?" In reality, Zero had just forgotten about sending Aries there to retrieve some work documents. Instead of telling the truth, the older male opted to tease his younger boss as usual.

"How else am I supposed to learn more about you? You never talk about yours-eheHEHELF?!" A set of fangs grazing against the crook of his neck instantly made the angel squeal. Airy giggles poured from his lips, and he tried to squirm away from the sweet, horrible sensations. No matter how much he teased Zero in the past, he'd never retaliated with tickling before!

Zero kept his strong arms snug around his waist, trapping Aries in the most affectionately ticklish hug he'd ever felt. The soft bites along his nape only stopped when the captain spoke up, but he kept his lips close to the smaller man's skin.

"So," he started, the deep rumble of his voice pulling more giggles from Aries. "What else did you see?" He then continued doling out the tickly little bites, much to Aries's dismay.

"NnnothihihIHIHing!! I swehehearrr!!" Aries let out the most pitiful whine through his laughter, covering his face with his hands. He gently kicked at Zero's legs as he tried to get away, though his efforts were noticeably weak. As ticklish as he was, Zero holding him still and being so playful was rather nice…

"Suuure. You know, I have all day to make you talk." The wolf muttered, hiding a small grin as he moved his nibbling to Aries's shoulder.

"N-No you dooon't!" He whined again, bringing a hand down to fan at his giggly face. "Wehehee have a meeting-"

"At five? Prince Semideus rescheduled it." Zero interrupted, his bites turning back into the soft kisses from before. Aries thought he was getting a break until he felt sharp claws ghosting over his tummy.

"NOhohohooo~!! Okahahay, I saw the pict-uhahaha!! The picture on your dehehsk!" Both hands were down now, weakly pushing at Zero's. He was referring to a small family photo at the captain's workspace- one that he usually kept turned around when there were visitors in the room.

"Mmhm… what else?" Zero's lips were back at Aries's neck, teasing him along with the claws at his waist.

"Y-EHEH?! Y-Your makeup!! Ehehe - It was sthihihill out!" His angelic laughter was starting to become more unsteady, but he gave up on squirming for the most part. He stayed cuddled up in his captain's arms, fessing up everything without a care. "I cahahan't believe we -aheheek!- use the same brand of eyel- wAHAHAHAIT!!"

"Oh no, keep going~" Aries could feel the smug smirk against his neck. Even worse, he felt Zero's hand kneading at his hip- literally squeezing the truth (and more squeals) out of him bit by bit.

The two young men were no strangers to their more sappy moments suddenly being filled with laughter, but for the first time, it was Aries left breathless instead of Zero.

#tickle fic #tickle community #ask #lull-falesia #//Aries #//Zero #my ocs #broke the 'No Ler Zero' rule smhsmh

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eyeles-alt · 1 year ago

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gravesite | 2023

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another poem about family, by me <3

#poem #poetry #poetry community #poetry writing #queer poetry #sad poetry #queer art #queer #lgbt #lgbt art #original content #oc #art #artists on tumblr #eyeles-writing #image description in alt #image description added

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listen-b4-igo · 3 years ago

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Guys I have some more Little cute Eddie stories for you because I have nothing better to do right now🤪😍 anyway-

(Imagine it’s a Sunday and you had spent the night at Eddie’s trailer)

You wake up to a loud bang coming from the bathroom with some quiet 80s rock music playing in the background. You immediately get out of bed to investigate and find Eddie Eddie cradling himself on the bathroom floor. He had eyeliner running down his face and he looked like he had been crying.

“Woah, baby what’s happened to you?” “I-I-I was trying to d-do my eyel- iner and head bang to my music but I hit my heaaaaddddd” Eddie spoke in a shaky voice. You could tell he was hurt, he had a big red mark on the right side of his forehead. “Oh come here baby.” You open your arms, crouching on the floor next to him. He takes his time crawling Over to you. After sitting together for a few minutes, You decide you should probably get off of the bathroom floor. “Cmon baby let’s go lay in bed and I can get you cleaned up.” “Okaayy” he spoke, a little annoyed. You help him up off of the floor and walk him to the bed. While he laid in bed, You get him some ibuprofen, roll him a joint, and turn on his favorite song. Before you know it, Your doing his makeup and you are both dancing around like a couple of children.

Sorry I posted it on accident before it was done but now it’s finished and I hope you all liked this one. The next one I make might be a lot longer and not just about y/n taking care of Eddie💀 but anyway there might be a few typos I keep accidentally writing in first person. XO, give me some feedback if you will! 🎸😻

With love, Mrs. Munson.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #st4 #eddie the banished #eddie the hero #eddie fluff #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson x reader #eddie the freak munson

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fakecrfan · 4 years ago

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(Martin+Tapes) I would love to know how other less directly involved avatars are handling this (Simon, helen, even Jared)

In general? Once they hear about it, they think it’s hilarious. It’s batshit that a fear god would fall in love, much less with such an ordinary dude. They find Martin’s dilemma highly entertaining to hear about, and it becomes a popular gossip topic in avatar circles, to the extent that such circles exist at all.

More specifically? Well…

Mike: his only comment when Martin comes around on his “beg avatars for help” rounds is to look Martin up and down, think for a bit, and then go “Okay yeah, I see it.”

Manuela: Her only comment when Martin comes around on his “beg avatars for help” rounds is to look Martin up and down, scrunch her nose, and then go “I don’t see it.”

Julia Montauk (and her sidekick Trevor Herbert): Eh, don’t really get the appeal either. Like, he doesn’t even run that fast (they tested this), he’s not good at fighting back (they tested this as well), and he doesn’t seem like he’d make a good hunting partner either.

Jane, before she dies: She thinks Martin would be happier with her! With them. With allll of them. Come on Martin, you never have to be alone again it will only hurt for a minute, maybe 15 minutes tops before the shock hits, and then it will be pure unrelenting bliss. Look baby, that master of yours doesn’t treat you right, WE can show you real unconditional love. You can bring your friends too don't worry we'll all be Together :)

Jude: As stated in previous ask, now functioning as the Archives relationship advice coach, somehow. I like to imagine Jon still calls her up, sometimes, even though he knows she’s awful, just because he’s That Desperate and what Tim told him recently doesn’t seem to apply.

Simon: thinks it’s quite romantic. Already suspected that the Entities could Love because of his own relationship to the Vast ;). Simon just cuts Martin’s pleading off with a wistful sigh. “Ah, young love.”

Daisy: Is a bit concerned at the sudden investment Basira has in Martin, and realizes that means she has a bit of… tendency towards Eye shit. Gets snarly at Martin whenever Martin hangs around Basira and tries to chase him off. Threatens him with a gun once. Slowly softens a bit to him over time and starts to feel bad for him.

Michael: sees it as an opportunity to Hurt the Archivist (because is Still Mad at the Archivist and Jon is the Archivist now so ???) The second he gets Potentially Lethal towards Martin, however, the Eye goes “noooooooo” and runs to Big Sister like the little baby it is, throws a tantrum, and demands Big Sister get Other Sibling to replace Michael with a Distortion that will be nicer to Martin. And so Michael gets Yoinked.

Helen: Thinks it’s adorable. Coos over Martin, but coos even more over the “little eyelings” in the polycule, as she calls them. Jon is very put out by her calling him adorable when he gets all lovestruck over Their Martin. Sasha, Melanie, and Tim are more amenable and have warm and fuzzy feelings towards Helen that feel similar to what you have for a cool older sibling, but neither of them examine that too much.

However Helen does still like to torment people so at some point Martin is making the begging rounds she’ll be like “Oh I’ll help you :)” and then drop him into the gaslighting corridors for a week. She then curls up with a giant popcorn bucket and watches as the adorable eyelings all lose their shit. The Eye is Very mad, but Helen returns Martin quickly enough. The only thing she demands in payment is the opportunity to pinch Jon’s cheeks Once. He allows it but vows he’ll kill her someday.

Jared: There is a Whole Drama with Jared that is Magnificent but it would take too long to write out here. For now, I will just say: that’s a story for another day.

Tova McHugh:

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#martin + tapes #now with updates on many other avatars #incl: helen

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ttttaehyungie · 4 years ago

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sincerely, but no longer yours | chapter 5

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sincerely, but no longer yours | ex!kim namjoon x reader

genre | angst, smut, exes au

summary | It started as a coping mechanism as getting the words out provided a form of catharsis. But now you can’t stop writing these love letters, even with the knowledge that they’ll never get sent. After all, who writes love letters to their ex?

word count | 5.2k

chapter rating | 18+

warnings | angst, smut (but it’s angsty smut lksjdflk help), nipple play, dry humping, alcohol consumption, someee intense jealousy

a/n | FIRST OF ALL im so sorry this is so incredibly late lskjdflkjs life has been extremely busy for me 😪 but it’s here!!!! thank you to everybuddy who’s been waiting patiently for this 🤧🤧 but i think this is one of the most angsty chapters of the series soooo 🙃

Namjoon’s an expert at avoiding uncomfortable topics, even if they’re massively serious. It’s something you absolutely hated and it was the cause of many arguments in your previous relationship, and perhaps was even the ultimate cause of your breakup.

But right now, you’re really beginning to understand the appeal.

The first time he swung by the museum for lunch after his birthday celebration - a paper bag in hand filled with bagels still warm and toasty from the store on the corner that you adore - you were caught entirely off guard.

Your mind jumps to the unread messages sitting in your texts and you regret ignoring them. Not because the guilt had hit you, but because maybe if you had been contactable, you would have received a heads-up that he was coming by.

Some might call it selfish, but you prefer to call it self-preservation.

To be fair, it’s not like you were going to leave them unanswered forever. You just needed space to collect your thoughts and make sense of your confusing emotions first, lest you begin the conversation prematurely and drag Namjoon down into the dizzying depths of your current state. As it is right now, your thoughts are like nodes floating in a decontextualized void, the web still unformed because you haven’t had the time to grapple with everything yet.

But here he is, inspecting the cross-section of each bagel Soo-eun pulls out of the bag, trying to identify which is which. Yeri’s at his side, gushing about how great the bagels from this place are. The three of them are crowded around the paper bag that sits on the wooden bench, the paint peeling from the way it’s been bleached by the sun in the museum’s outdoor area. Here he is at your workplace. With your friends. You can’t ignore him now, not without rousing your friends’ suspicion.

But what you can ignore is the issue.

It’s not the time nor the place to talk about this anyway. The atmosphere is warm and light, carrying traces of last night’s celebratory mood. The lunch treat is Namjoon’s way of appreciating the surprise you guys organized for him last night. And there’s a bagel stuffed full of salty sweet ham and sticky melty cheese waiting for you to sink your teeth into. Really not the time for serious conversations at all.

So when Namjoon’s eyes search yours, all wide and probing, as you step in to grab your share, you simply smile and thank him, before slinking away to join Soo-eun on the next bench. Not too far - barely five steps away - but far enough that it gives you space to breathe. Even if Namjoon notices your attempts at escaping, he doesn’t have time to call you out on it. Not when you slyly shoot Yeri a wink. Seamlessly, she catches the cue and sits herself down on the bench, tugging at his arm. For once, you welcome Yeri flirting with Namjoon.

“Let’s eat! I’m starving,” she says.

You don’t miss the way Namjoon’s gaze flickers between you and Yeri, but you ignore it and take a generous bite of the bagel in your hands.

“Mm, so good,” you say, and turn to Soo-eun. “Don’t you miss the days before this place got really popular?”

“No, because you and Yeri insisted on going there every day. I can only ingest so many bagels a week.”

“____ hasn’t changed one bit.” Namjoon chuckles. “This time in middle school, she ate tater tots every single day for three weeks straight. She had to be banned for a week.”

“Are you weaponizing my middle school past against me?” you ask amidst your friends’ laughter. “Too bad. I don’t regret it for a second. Tater tots are too delicious to regret.”

Lunch falls back into the easy rhythm of lighthearted jibes, the kitchen debacle receding for now.

Procrastination is a real bitch of a habit to kick. As soon as one reason to put it off expires, your brain churns out another two in its place like a modern-day Hydra.

As for Namjoon? Well, you’re not surprised when he makes no moves to initiate the difficult conversation. After all, you’re adopting his bad habit.

Eventually it gets to the point where you might as well not talk about it at all. Everything’s going fine so far without it. Or as fine as it can be with this beast looming in the backdrop.

You know you need to just get this damn conversation over with. But you can’t. Not till you figure out what exactly is going on with your emotions. Without it, there’s no way you can cauterize the wounds and invalidate your excuses for what they are -- excuses.

It’s not that you haven’t tried. But it’s presenting itself as a real Herculean effort. Mulling it over has you tossing and turning in bed, only leaving you with a headache and a steadily growing desperation. It’s desperation enough that you leave the comfortable warmth of your bed to sit at your desk, shivering as you pen the familiar words once again.

Dear Namjoon,

The words flow in their usual, unrestricted manner. Before, it had been like a dam breaking, the tight restraint that was normally kept on your emotions finally released and the wave of emotions gushing out till it reached a peaceful equilibrium. But now, your emotions are just a whirlpool and your words you pen mimic its spiralling, chasing your thoughts in endless loops.

You’re not over him. But so what? It’s not like getting together is an option. Not when he hasn’t grown out of one of the major things that caused the end of your previous relationship. And not when you haven’t even talked that out, if you ever will.

So what can you do now? Kicking him out of your life will mean having to deal with the loss that his absence will bring again. Going back to pretending the other doesn’t exist will mean dancing around each other again every time you bump into each other in this too small city. And with the way your social circles are intertwined now, that would mean a bunch of explaining to do.

But having him close yet holding him at arm’s length? Walking the narrow margin that is being friends with your ex? A misstep in either direction would be torturous but inevitable - too close and it’s alarming, but too far and it’s a painful reminder that he’s not yours.

Far from the illuminating effect you were hoping it would have, your letter to Namjoon only leaves you deeper in confusion. You throw your pen down. Giving up, you fold the paper up. Sealing the letter in an envelope doesn’t bring the same sense of relief it did before. The Hydra remains unslain.

And so the problem gets shoved away - the same treatment the letter gets as it’s roughly tossed into the desk drawer - into the same corner of the recesses of your mind that your breakup resides in.

You know that Namjoon’s confused. Heck, you are too. It’s a strange dance the two of you are involved in, caught between the compulsion to continue yet knowing the risks it bears. Neither of you are bold enough to take the lead. And so this strange stasis drags on as it has for weeks now.

It’s as if the kiss unearthed something in him. Actually no, it’s unearthed something in both of you. And the tension - the fucking tension - is unreal. The tells are so obvious that you wonder how neither Yeri nor Soo-eun have said anything about it yet. There’s certainly no subtlety in the way his eyes linger on your lips in the middle of conversations that you wonder if he’s even aware he’s doing it.

And when it’s just the two of you? It’s infinitely worse.

It’s hard to blame him. Touch has always been your love language and Namjoon knows it. Physical touch wasn’t just a thing of your previous two-year relationship. It was a thing of your decades of friendship too, the little touches so casual and almost subconscious. Rekindling your friendship without them had taken intentional effort.

You’re not sure who started it. Maybe both of you just fell back into it, the casual little touches slipping their way back in. But what’s not casual at all is the way your heartbeat goes erratic at the most simple of gestures. The way he blithely sweeps the crumbs from your lunch off your lap. The slightly too long side-hug he holds you in, the warmth of his arm around you permeating through the layers you wear and has you simultaneously freezing up while also turning your insides to goo. But it isn’t overtly romantic either.

At least, that’s the excuse you give yourself when the comfort of his touch gets too tempting and you end up succumbing to it. The familiarity of it all makes you feel like you’ve finally arrived home. As if you’ve been on this long, arduous journey and you’re finally here. You get to drop the heavy backpack and rest now.

But the voice of rationality in you tells you this wrong wrong wrong. You’ve got to get out of here.

And that’s how you end up here. White-knuckled grip tight on the edges of the sink as you stare yourself dead in the eyes in the bathroom mirror. The music outside thumps away albeit muted through the door to the ladies’. But the way your heart thumps has nothing to do with that.

Even without shifting your gaze, you can tell that your cheeks are slightly reddened and warm. You can feel it tingling. No, you don’t shift your gaze. It stays fixed on the intense stare that your reflection throws back at you like a challenge, the ferocity of it enhanced by the sharp eyeliner you’re wearing tonight, an uncharacteristic look for you.

Heck, this whole night is uncharacteristic.

You could take the easy route and blame it on Yeri. God knows she can be real persuasive - it’s why she’s excellent at her job. So getting you all out to the club on a Friday night to celebrate nothing other than the simple joy that - c’mon guys, we’re all young and alive and free and tell me that’s not worth celebrating and I’ll fucking fistfight you right here and now even with my freshly manicured nails - is no feat for her.

Still, no one really expected your simple reply, tone nonchalant and eyes still glued to your work screen, “Yeah, I could use a night out.”

Soo-eun had remained silent but you could feel her stiffen slightly beside you. Yeri had been surprised too but more elated that she didn’t have to get through your usual ten solid minutes of whining and half-baked attempts at slithering your way out of it.

But back to the present. Your bodycon dress - one of the rare pieces that survived not just your college partying days but also the wardrobe purge that occurred when you had to downsize everything to fit into the tiny apartment that’s quintessential to city-living - expands with your chest as you take a deep breath. Gripping the hem where it sits mid-thigh, you yank it down slightly. It’s been a while since you’ve worn this dress. And while the younger, more risque version of you that was your college self had been enthralled by the daringness of the dress, your current self has to dig deep to muster up that same boldness.

Relenting as you realize that this is the limit to how much you can stretch the length of your dress, you let go and your fingertips unintentionally brush your thigh as it falls back to your side. It elicits a shudder, the sensation of your own fingers too close to the electrifying feeling of someone’s thumb skimming across it. It was electrifying enough that your brain finally powered up again, voice of rationality sending you skedaddling away, out of reach of his touch, and pathetically seeking refuge in the washroom.

You roll your shoulders back and shake your head, dispelling the thoughts. Standing upright, you look yourself in the eye again. You can do this. You’re going to go out there, and you’re going to have a good time with your friends. You’re going to have a good time with Namjoon. With a nod of affirmation, you turn and saunter your way back to the club with a confidence that has your chin firmly tipped upwards.

You push the door open and look for your friends. The sight that greets you immediately punctures your confidence and your steady posture falls limp.

It’s hard to miss her silvery dress - the dress you knew she would wear and the dress that your very own was meant to counter. It catches the light and grabs attention. And at this moment, it grabs your attention so you can witness Yeri standing between Namjoon’s manspread thighs as he’s perched on the barstool, her hands all over him.

Whatever puffed up confidence you’d had is knocked out of you with that sucker punch of a sight. You turn away, needing to look anywhere but at them.

And that’s when your line of sight falls on a curly-haired man, oddly familiar, and apparently someone you know since he’s waving to you.

“____, hey!” he yells over the music.

“Dong-In?”

He nods and smiles at you. “It’s been a while.”

“Wait.” You gasp. “I was supposed to get back to you on brunch, wasn’t I?” Damn. You’ve been so wrapped up with Namjoon that you totally forgot about Dong-In. “I’m so sorry, I’ve been really caught up with things.”

“It’s no biggie.” He shrugs boyishly. “The exhibition, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sure, the exhibition. Let’s go with that.

“And nothing to do with…” he directs his gaze - and yours along with it - to none other than Namjoon who’s now drinking with Yeri.

Your gaze snaps back to Dong-In and his cheshire grin.

“Nah,” you feign a laugh. “He’s just a friend.”

“The hand he had on you sure didn’t look like just friends.”

“I said we’re just friends,” you snap, then gasp, taken aback by your own outburst. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Nah, I should be the one apologizing. I hit a nerve there, didn’t I. D’you wanna talk about it?” His voice is warm and mellow and oh so inviting. And you very nearly give in.

But you can’t pull him into your problems. It’s not his burden to bear.

“Not really. But thanks, Dong-In.”

“That’s cool.” He nods, and relief fills you. This is what you’ve always liked about Dong-In. He’s chill. “Well since we’re here, wanna get buzzed?”

You laugh. “I won’t say no to that.”

The bar isn’t too far from where you are, and it doesn’t take long before the burn of alcohol is sliding down your throat. Picking up the conversation again, you have to admit, you’d forgotten how easy it is to talk to Dong-In. He’s got that effortless charisma and an easy sense of humor that you can vibe with. Things are simple with him. There’s no line to be tiptoed. Flirting - now that you’re no longer obtuse and you’re finally aware that he is indeed flirting with you - isn’t accompanied by guilt or fear.

And after weeks of this complicated situation with Namjoon, simplicity is what you crave.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” you ask suddenly. Surprise colors his features for a moment but he laughs it off.

“Is the conversation boring you? You could have just told me to shut up if you wanted me to,” he jokes.

“No!” You laugh. “There’s just a good beat going and-”

“I’m just kidding. I’d love to.” He smiles and grabs your hand.

The two of you weave your way through the mass of gyrating bodies. Lightly buzzed, the fog and the strobe lights blurring everything around you other than your dance partner, you finally find the courage you’ve been searching for this whole time. Dong-In hasn’t been very subtle about checking you out all night, and it gives you that extra boost of confidence that’s finally quelled the antsy thoughts and calmed the fidgety adjustments to your dress’s hemline.

So when his hands find your waist, you step in a little closer and run your hands through your hair, shaking it out and finally letting loose as your hips rock to the pounding beat. Dancing with Dong-In is much like conversing with him- easy and simple fun with just the slightest tinge of excitement. As your hips sway together in languid synchrony, you catch a whiff of the slightly intoxicating combination of his cologne and the undertones of his own natural scent. You give in to the giddying sensation of his hands running lightly over your body and press in closer, eyes fluttering shut, and just feeling. It’s thrilling. It’s risque. It’s-

A solid grip on your wrist yanks you forward and stumbling into a hard chest.

His voice is gruff as he bites out his words, “Get your hands off her.”

“Namjoon?” you gape.

“We’re leaving.” His eyes fix on yours, steely and piercing. A shiver runs down your spine - in all your years of knowing him, you’ve never seen him like this. He tugs on your wrist once more. “Now.”

Dazed by this brand new persona, you don’t even get to say goodbye to Dong-In, just pulled along by the force that is a quietly fuming Namjoon. Everything happens so quickly that it’s all a blur until you’re in the Uber with him, silently clutching onto your purse as an anchor in this sudden whirlwind of events. The anger emanates off of him even in the dimly lit backseat.

“What the fuck?” you whisper, but the shock diminishes the level of conviction in your voice.

He turns to you, the same hardness still in his gaze. “I should be the one asking that.”

“What?!” you snap. In your peripheral vision, you see the Uber driver jump slightly. Lowering your tone, you hiss, “What gives you the right?”

“What gives me the right?” he echoes incredulously, scoffing and turning away from you to face forward instead as he rolls his eyes. “This is ridiculous.”

The car slows to a stop and you recognize your apartment building. You scramble to get away from him. But it seems your confrontation is far from over. Namjoon unbuckles his own seatbelt to follow you.

Terse silence sits between you, the aggravated stomping of your feet as you climb the stairs the only thing that fills the sound.

You turn sharply round the corner, stalking off to your apartment door. “You don’t have to escort me y’know, I’m perfectly capable of getting home by myself.”

“Really?” He folds his arms and leans on the wall next to your door. “It’s hard to trust you when you go off getting drunk and throwing yourself at a random stranger in the club.”

“Is that what the problem is?” You finally ram the key in, and the click as it unlocks is as harsh as your tone. “Sorry to break it to you, but I have a life apart from you. He’s no stranger. His name is Dong-In, he’s Yeri’s friend, and he’s a great guy.”

You shove the door open. Your heels get kicked off and left haphazardly at the entryway, shoe cabinet ignored.

“Wow, some great guy he is,” Namjoon slams the door shut and his shoes get discarded off his feet in the same fashion, “drunkenly feeling you up in a club.”

“Fuck!” You turn, wringing your hands in your hair. Your glares rival each other. “You say it as if I was strung along by him. Well I wasn’t. I initiated it.”

His glare flickers for a moment. He stays silent.

“Just admit that you’re jealous,” you whisper. You unsling your purse and dump it on top of the shoe cabinet, never breaking eye contact.

“Fine.” Namjoon’s gaze doesn’t waver. “I am.”

He skulks forward and traps you between him and the cabinet, gaze holding yours. Namjoon’s always towered over you, but at the moment it isn’t his height that makes you feel tiny.

“Watching his hands all over you like this,” Namjoon’s hands slowly skim the back of your thighs and up your sides and you bite back a whimper, “makes me jealous.”

“And watching you respond like this?” He continues as a firm hand presses the small of your back to close the gap between your torsos. “Glued to him like this? It makes me jealous.”

“You don’t own me,” you whisper but it only elicits a sardonic laugh from him.

“You say that, but you know damn well that’s not the truth. Tell me. Are you jealous?”

“What would I-”

“Yeri.” Damn. Straight through the bullshit. With an eyebrow cocked, it’s obvious he knows the answer and he’s not budging, not even an inch.

“Yes,” you admit quietly. “I’m jealous.”

“Silly girl.” He traces the hemline of your dress. “I only want you.”

A soft keening noise spills out of you. “I’m so sick of holding back.” You tug on his dress shirt, and the feel of his plush lips finally, finally meeting yours snips the final frayed cords of self-restraint you possessed.

Namjoon is quick to reciprocate, and you moan as his tongue licks at your bottom lip. Hooking your arms around his neck, you pull him closer, needing nothing else but to have him close after all this time of distance. He hoists you up, and your legs circle his waist to aid him. The world around you sets into motion as he walks you to your bed, and you anchor yourself by pressing kisses to his neck.

With how tiny your apartment is, it takes no time for him to carry you from the entryway to your bedroom. The cool sensation of your unmade sheets envelops you as he lowers you down onto the bed. He barely gets a moment to appreciate the sight of you, hair mussed and lipstick smudged, lounging on the bed and waiting for him. Desperate for his touch and running out of patience, you gesture to the zip on the side of your dress. Hurrying, he pulls the zipper down as you tug your arms out of the thin straps of the garment. You sit up and let the torso of the dress fall to bunch up at your waist, revealing your bare chest to him.

The quiet gasp that escapes him as he beholds you is infinitely flattering. It’s but a momentary pause. He dives forward into action again. An arm looped around your back to support you as your chest arches upwards, he crouches over you to take one perked-up tit into the heat of his mouth, his free hand coming up to toy with the other. His tongue laves over your nipple in a slippery flick. The other gets pinched and rolled, leaving you gasping at the delicious sensations.

“Namjoon,” you moan out breathily, and it only eggs him on. You whimper as he begins sucking on the bud and wetness pools between your thighs. Your fingernails rake down his back, muted through the layer of his dress shirt.

“M-more,” you plead. He releases your breast and moves his mouth upwards, trailing gentle pecks till he kisses along the length of your collarbone.

“Come here,” he commands, his words breathy and hot as they puff against the thin skin of your clavicle. He scoots back to lean against the headboard, and you follow hastily.

You clamber on top of him, knees bent and straddling his lap as he helps you hike the skirt of your dress up. But before you seat yourself atop the prominent bulge in the lightwash denim of his jeans, he holds you still with a firm grasp on your hip.

His thumb trails the lace detail of your panties, the patterns snaking across your hip bone, baby pink like your dress.

“Gorgeous,” he mumbles. His fingers wander to your clothed core, the material slightly sheer from the damp spot of your arousal. He strokes it tenderly with the pad of his finger, so light that it has you quivering as you hover above him.

His fingernail grazes your slit through the wet material and a gasp catches in your throat. You clench around nothing as carnal desire throbs through your core.

“Namjoon, please,” you whine.

Finally, he gives in to you and pulls you down. Your laced core meets his rough denim-clad one. The stiff material of his jeans pokes through the delicate fabric of your underwear, the friction rough as he drags you over his clothed bulge. The burn is delicious. His hands on you set a slow but steady rhythm that you follow easily, canting your hips in time. It’s enrapturing to watch the way you grind on one another, your clit rubbing up on the apex of his bulge in mutual pleasure.

A finger tips your chin up from the sight you were fixated on.

“Eyes on me.”

It’s difficult. Pleasure has your eyes drooping shut. But the intensity of his gaze compellingly holds yours and you manage, even if barely. His expression is stoic, and it’s only the twitch of his dick that betrays how affected he is. You, on the other hand, are completely abandoned to pleasure. Hands scrabbling across his upper back and up until they settle themselves as fists gripping tufts of his hair, teeth clamped on your bottom lip as moans spill out of you at increasing frequency as your pleasure climbs and climbs and climbs until-

Burrowing your face into the side of his neck, you pant as you cross the peak. Hips now stilled, your climax has you throbbing against his hardened member. You cling onto him with your arms around his neck as you free-fall in the subsiding pleasure. Bare chest brushing against the smooth material of his dress shirt, you catch your breath and yield to the moment.

“Shit,” he mutters. “Shit.” Louder this time. “Shit, shit, shit.”

The regret in his words yank you out of the heady fog of lust. There’s no time to bask in the afterglow. Reality comes crashing down hard and mercilessly.

Suddenly, you feel so small and so exposed. You read his regret as rejection. Your nudity and previous salacious actions make you feel stupid.

Namjoon attempts to extricate your arms from around him, but shame has you clutching to him tighter, hiding your face in his neck. You can still feel him under you, but it’s now an uncomfortable reminder of the act you just committed.

“Hey,” his voice is gentle now, pleading, “look at me? Please?”

You refuse. It’s impossible to look him in the eye right now.

“Fuck.” Even whispered, the panic laced in his tone is blatant. Gently, he maneuvers both of you to turn over. Feeling the mattress underneath you as you’re laid on your back, you release your hold on him and swiftly turn and tug your blanket up to hide away from him.

“____.” He tries. You grip the sheets even tighter as you feel him trying to pull it away from your face. “Please.”

Embarrassment. Guilt. Mortification. They overtake you and you curl in on yourself. You just want to disappear.

“____,” he tries again, hand stroking your head. But you don’t allow yourself to succumb to its comfort. “Talk to me. Please.”

Oh, now he wants to talk.

Why couldn’t you have just talked things out earlier? Why only now when things have fallen apart? Why now when you’ve just done something so stupid and so reckless?

Why now when it’s too late? What can talking possibly do to fix this now?

His pleas are met with silence.

“I’m gonna get you some water,” he says resignedly.

More silence. He sighs. You feel the mattress shift as he gets up. From where you’re still hiding in the stuffy darkness underneath your blanket, you hear his footsteps return and the muted thud of the glass getting placed on your bedside table.

The silence returns, but you can feel his presence. You imagine he’s staring at your blanket lump on the bed.

Finally, the heavy quietness is broken with a deep breath, and you hear him say softly, “Get a good night’s rest, okay? Let’s talk about this tomorrow.”

The light clicks off and you’re plunged into lonely pitch-black darkness. In the distance, you hear the heavy opening and closing of your front door as Namjoon leaves.

Unearthing yourself to the coolness of the night, your dress an uncomfortable lump around your waist, your breasts slightly sore from his previous ministrations, you stare up at the ceiling as hot tears leak out.

It’s well into the afternoon by the time you drag yourself out of bed the next day. Sleep came intermittently and was far from restful, but waking up meant facing the nightmarish reality of what had transpired. So you hid under the covers for as long as you could. But you know you can’t stay there forever.

The buzzing notifications of your phone had woken you up on more than one occasion in the night. But you ignore it and leave your phone next to the glass of water - still untouched - in favor of washing up. It’s more pressing anyway, you surmise. You can feel your make-up, now icky and caked on your face. It’s awful. Your skin is probably revolting against you now and you don’t even want to think about the mess it probably left on your pillowcase. But last night, you were simply paralyzed by the weight of what you’d done, crying till sleep finally came for you.

You take your time going through an extensive skincare routine, even busting out the clay mask you had impulsively bought together with Yeri when it was on discount. You’re doing it because your skin needs the pampering and definitely not because you’re procrastinating getting to your phone.

But there’s only so many steps you can do with the limited skincare products in your apartment. And you know your friends are probably worried about your abrupt disappearance last night. Getting to those messages first, you quickly assure Soo-eun and Yeri that you’re safe at home. Looking at the remaining notifications, you sigh.

Missed calls Namjoon (8)

7 unread messages from 2 chats Namjoon: are you still sleeping? Namjoon: hey, you still asleep? Namjoon: text me when you’re up please? Namjoon: are you awake?

Dong-In: hey! Dong-In: not sure what exactly happened at the end there haha, but it was rly great seeing u again. Dong-In: i’m still waiting on that brunch reschedule, by the way.

Memories from last night come back to you. Dong-In runs his hands through his curls, an easy grin on his face as he leans in to listen to you over the loud music of the club. Things are simple with Dong-In. And, standing on the precipice of a mental spiral whenever you think of Namjoon, the same craving for simplicity from last night returns.

[2:06pm] ____: well it’s a little late for brunch right now

[2:06pm] ____: but you still up to grab a bite?

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