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satoruan · 2 months ago

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FRIENDS WHO PLAY TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER ! ! — ARCANE

( tw ) f!reader. FF pairings. modern AU! masterbation. fingering. squirting. cunillings. dry humping. reader is kinda possessive in Vi’s. some yearning.

featuring. Violet, Caitlyn Kiramman & Mel Madarda

authors note. When you off that honey packet and ur home girl the only one in vicinity. Mel is so 🤭 I can’t she my type to a teeee. Anyways I’m about to go watch Act 2 WISH ME LUCK IM SCARED. Also idk how I feel about Kaits part I could do better 😔

VIOLET

You and Vi were at another one of your friends' sleepovers. You didn't wanna come, you wanted to spend the Saturday just the two of you, alone. You hated sharing her attention, she was your best friend. You were each other's number one, why did you need other friends when you two were each other's everything. It was late now, almost everyone was sleeping or about to fall asleep when Vi crawled between the bodies of people to where you were laying. You didn’t notice until you felt the familiar embrace of her against your back. Despite yourself, you felt yourself relaxing against her body.

“Are you still mad at me?” she whispered into your ear before placing a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder. “You know my favorite person. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You grumbled. You weren't truly mad anymore but you knew what came next, what Vi did to reassure you that you were special to her. Her only best friend. You weren’t surprised when her hips rocked into your ass, when she pressed her tits against your back nor when her hand traveled underneath your oversized sleep shirt and cupped your breast.

“Vi…” You sighed nuzzling into the arm underneath your head. She tightened her grip on your breast and rocked her hips into you. You push back harder and soon enough you guys find a rhythm. Your ass pushing down on her hips when she grinds up into you. Her callused palm grazes your nipple and you whine softly. She whimpers into your shoulder, finger going to your nipple when she pulls and twists. You wish her mouth was on you, you wish your mouth was on her. You turn your head to her “I love you the most. My favorite forever.”

You feel her smile into your shoulder. “You're so beautiful, you know that?” translation: I love you too.

MEL MEDARDA

You couldn’t believe it. Your best friend’s tongue was inside of you. Licking you. Her lips were sucking on your clit, her teeth were biting your pussy lips. You could hear how wet you were—you could feel yourself leaking all over her face. “Mel!” You scream out into the dark room before slamming your hands over your own mouth. You don’t want anyone to see you—you don’t want her mother to see you, what a scene she would make. Seeing her daughter nose deep into her childhood best friend. Mel pulls her mouth off your clit with an embarrassingly loud pop. “Do you feel that? This is how you’re supposed to eat pussy darling.” She smiles when you just nod. Afraid that if you remove your hands from your mouth, you might confess something you don’t want.

Plus, this was just a favor, strictly platonic, you were just friends. That’s why she was eating you out in the first place—you wanted to finally dip your toe into the dating scene but you were scared because you were inexperienced, you didn’t wanna leave your future partners disappointed in your nonexistence skills. And that’s where your best friend came in. Where you didn’t know anything about sex, she knew what felt like everything. Though you never saw her with anyone, she talked like she knew the ins and outs of men and women and she offered to teach you.

“Now after you use your mouth and get them wet you wanna bring in your fingers, like this.” Mel grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down, giving her a better view of your dripping pussy before using her free hand and pushing a slender finger into you. You gasp. “I know you’ve fingered yourself before sweets, how many fingers have you shoved into this pretty pussy?”

You whimper, hesitantly removing your hands. “T-two Melly.” You answer bashfully, using the nickname you gave her when you were children. She hums and adds another. You bite your lip, lower abdomen clenching when she curls them into your spongy g-spot.

“Now pay attention to me alright?” She leans down to place a kiss on your pubs, leaving a trail of light kisses until she reaches your clit. She moves her hand out of you and a fast pace, fingers curling when she knuckles deep. You moan at the feeling of her hand pounding into you.

She gives your clit a few kitten lips before wrapping her full lips around the swollen area. She bits hard enough for you to wince before she starts sucking. You feel yourself coming apart on her face before you can stop yourself. She hurriedly removes her fingers, mouth sucking you even harder when you feel liquid gush out of you. You grab the back of her head and scream. You can’t stop it, you don’t want to. You throw your thigh over her head and curl your foot into her back, still riding the high. When your pussy stops shooting the mysterious liquid out Mel’s fingers find themselves back inside, four this time.

You feel tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, as she finger-fucks you. Mel pops back off your abused clit to whisper praises, good girl, you're doing so good, look at how well you take me, you feel heavenly, and when she goes back to playing with your clit you know you don’t want anyone to fuck you unless it’s her. Maybe you can ask her to teach you how to give hickeys next.

CAITYLYN KIRAMMAN

You were horny. Cait was horny. You both kept glancing at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking, sussing out what the other was thinking. The movie you guys were watching was a rating away from being straight porn. When it was over you, both decided to call it a night. It was late she said. You guys had class tomorrow you said. When the lights turned off, you both said goodnight and laid down in your shared bed. You two were so close and loved being near each other that on the first day of the semester you pushed your twin beds together. Oh, how you were regretting that idea now. All you wanted to do was fuck yourself. You knew you weren’t going to fall asleep without an orgasm and so after twenty minutes when you thought Cait was asleep, you found your hand traveling into your boy shorts. You sighed in relief when your fingers grazed your throbbing clit. You rubbed it for a few seconds before shoving two fingers into yourself.

That relief was short-lived when you heard a breathy moan that didn’t come from you. You tensed up and stopped. When you didn't hear anything—maybe she was making those noise in her sleep—you slowly started to move your fingers in and out, palm rubbing against your clit. You bite your lip to stifle a moan and turn onto your back. You could barely move your fingers in and out lying on your side. You part your legs and moan when you finally hit your G-spot. You're so horny but your imagination isn't cutting it. Opening your eyes you turn your head to find the outline of your best friend who was the star in some of your fantasies, her hourglass figure would for sure spark a fantasy. When your eyes adjust to the dark you're shocked to see Cait staring back at you, her blanket pooling at her hips when you could see her hand abruptly stop moving. Your Cait was masturbating too, in the same bed as you. A grin spreads along your face.

“I-I’m not—”

“I am.” You whisper, pushing your blanket off you. Her eyes immediately latch onto where your fingers are slowly pushing in and out. Your other hand comes up to your tank top where you push your shirt down. Your breasts spill out. Cait’s face turns into a tomato, eyes widening even more than they already are. She doesn't remove her gaze from your breasts when she starts fingering herself again. You watch her mouth part into a small O and her eyes roll to the back of her head. You imagine what she looks like riding your face and start to speed up. Your other hand twisting your nipples.

“I-m gonna..” Cait whimper and spasms for a few seconds. You moan at the look on her face, so pleased with herself, and soon enough you're squeezing your eyes and coming too.

#.satoruan writes #arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane x female reader #arcane x y/n #vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x you #violet x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn x reader #cait x vi #mel medarda #mel x reader #mel x you #Mel x y/n #arcane smut

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meltinghun · 1 year ago

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A real gentleman ; Joseph Descamps.

summary: Joseph and Reader never got really along until something changed.

warnings: genderneutral!reader, enemies-to-lovers, idiots in love!!, Y/N mentions lol, just kiss already.

author's note: Hi! I wrote this bc I fell in love with Mixte 1963, and when I looked up for ffs, there were NONE, so I said, 'I'll take one for the team' and came up with this. Please keep in mind that I'm not a writer and english is not my first language, I'll appreciate it if you can point at any errors. <3

The chilly breeze hitted their faces, making them close their eyes momentarealy due to its force, breathing in the smell of wet soil mixed with the freshly made bread from the bakery a few houses down the road.

The day looked very promising; today they woke up a little bit earlier than usual, using the extra time to finish in advance some english homework assigned for the next week and even strarting a big upcomig proyect due to the end of the month, hearing the weatherman in the radio as a background noise, announcing that it was going to be an unusually warm day of autumn.

Everything seemed perfect, the subtle orange hue of the skyes illuminating their face as they walked and the soft rumbling of cars passing by the principal street made them feel like a character of one of those romantic movies they dearly love watching, a thought that felt reinforced when every leave they stepped on made a perfect crunch sound. A soft greeting left their lips when they walked past one of their neighbours who was heading out to work like many other people did at those hours.

It truly felt like a peaceful morning.

'You seem lost in thought. Are you daydreaming about me already?'

Until it wasn't.

They dedicated a slight scowl towards the person who dared to interrupt their peace and inhaled a big breath of air before answering.

'Not even in your greatest dreams, Descamps.' They made a condescending gesture with their hand. 'Now leave me alone, yeah? I was perfectly fine until you came with your annoying presence.'

A booming laugh abandoned his throat. 'Don't act so disinterested. I know you couldn't live without my annoying presence even if you wanted.'

Joseph Descamps. He was a classmate of theirs that took an interesting liking towards their persona, or how they liked to say, a liking towards making their life miserable.

Since the start of the year he took every possibility to annoy them out of their mind, it started with some snark remarks insulting their way of doing certain things and it slowly progressed to petty acts, such as slighty tugging their hair when passing each other, hide their belongings when they aren't looking and even blocking their path by standing in the entryways, smiling down at them while demanding a 'password' that changed every day. Just petty acts meant to be a pain in the head.

He was everything they couldn't stand: a bully with some serious narcissist tendencies who, on top of it all, loved to get a rise out of people by pushing their boundaries and provoking them in any possible way.

But even with that horrendous description, Y/N couldn't avoid that rare feeling at the bottom of their stomach whenever he was close. At first they thought that it was a reflect of how disgusted they truly felt by his persona and the gross acts he usually did, a few weeks later, that feeling was accompannied with their heartbeat increasing when they noticed that he was invading their personal space, but chalked it up as just being nervous of his tall frame hovering them like some sort of prey, that made total sense on their head. However, some days later, he did something that made them realise what they truly felt for the boy with the patch.

It started to rain towards the end of the day, exactly 15 minutes into their english class and the frustration was clearly palpable, it was so unexpected that nobody could've predicted it; what it seemed to be a passing grey cloud turned out to be a massive downpour, Y/N started to complain with their friends about how it was a shame that they chosed to use the new sweater their grandmother knitted for them and how sad it was that now it would get ruined under the relentless rain. When the class was over, they noticed how Joseph went outside the building running and disappeared behind the school gates. They thought it was really weird, but they knew better than to expect something coherent from him. Minutes passed and it seemed like the temporal was getting worse so a few people decided to just suck it up and walk under the cold rain, sighing for themselves and rapidly lamenting once more the lost of the sweater, they prepared to follow the steps of the brave mass of students when a breathless voice interrupted their movements.

'L/N, wait!' A disheveled and completely soaked Joseph made himself seen, his shout drawing attention to the both of them.

'What do you want now, Descamps? I'm already late to home, I don't need you keeping me here any longer than necessary.' They stated with a confused frown, curious as to why was he there but trying to mask it behind indifference.

A smirk made its presence on his sharp features. 'I know, but I couldn't just let you go like that under the rain, that wouldn't be so gentlemanly of me, don't you think?' From behind his back, he pulled a blue umbrella and extended it to a dumbfounded Y/N.

Was that really happening right now? Did the most annoying person they ever met just ran under the rain to bring them an umbrella? And not only that, but he somehow managed to get one with their favorite color, too. Did he just called it to be a mere gentlemanly act?

It might as well start raining cats and dogs.

They opened and closed their mouth, being left without anything to say for the first time, a half-hearthed chuckle interrumping their messy train of thought.

'I heard what you said about your sweater and how sad you would be if it got ruined.' They swore that their heart would get out of their chest for how hard it was beating. 'And I didn't want you to get heartbroken for it, so I thought that you could use one of these.'

He closed the distance that separated them by taking a few steps, reaching out for their free hand and making them hold the umbrella, the contact between their fingertips sparkling a something deep inside each other.

'I know we are supposed to not like each other, but let me be nice to you for once, please.' His eye shining with an intensity they couldn't explain. 'Don't worry, we can keep hating us tomorrow.' When he saw that they wouldn't object, he turned around and began walking outside, getting under the rain once more.

Feeling the heat creeping on their face and having found their voice, they asked out loud.

'How did you know?' His head turned around enough for them to see his face. 'How did you know that it's my favorite color?'

They knew that it could've perfectly been a mere coincidence, something insignificant that shouldn't be overly analized, but something told them that it wasn't like that. They really hoped it wasn't. And it was confirmed when he flashed them another one of his infamous smirks.

'Sometimes I listen to you more than i should.'

Since that very moment it's been really difficult to fight the involuntary smiles that made a way into their face when he unexpectedly tries to integrate them to a conversation by asking their opinion on a subject, or the feeling of warmth that invaded their chest everytime they made visual contact and let's not forget how everytime they both "accidentaly" brush hands Y/N had the extremely rare need to interlock their hands with him.

But after all, he was still Joseph Descamps, the attractive cocky idiot who is always up on some trouble that he himself seeked out.

'...-ou cold?'

They blinked repeatledly with confusion written all over their face, the taller boy smiling down at them for being able to catch them distracted.

'Huh?'

'I asked if you weren't cold.' He repeated the question slower, a soft look on his eye. 'You are shivering'.

If he didn't pointed it out, they wouldn't noticed that, in fact, they were shivering. The chilly air becoming colder than before making them lowly insult the unstable weather of the so-called "unusually warm day", having only a thin cardigan that didn't do much to help.

'It's nothing. The school's a few blocks ahead, and I can take a little bit of cold.' Grumbled under their breath, only to sneeze some moments later.

The boy snorted while shaking his head before swiftly taking off his coat and placing it on their sholders. 'You are not going to catch a cold, or at least not on my company.'

'You are being awfully nice to me lately.' In a slight moment of braveness, they blurted out the question that was tormenting their head. 'Are you flirting with me, Descamps?'

An incredulous look got settled in his face, and they regretted saying it immediately, wishing to come back on time to stop themselves and save them from the embarrassment. Did they read the signals wrong? Was he only trying to become their friend? Was he only being nice? Was he...?

'Yes! Thank you for finally noticing it, I was starting to think that you were cruelly ignoring my advances.' A beautiful and dashing smile was sent in their direction, the biggest they ever saw him smiling.

And it was because of them.

A shaky sigh left their lips accompanied by a nervous laugh, not realizing they were holding their breath, with equally shaky hands coming up their head to accommodate their hair on a jittery action.

'I... I didn't know, really. I had a slight impression, but I thought that I was imagining things.' They cleared their throat in an attempt to regain their cool and collected personality. 'So, when are you taking me on a date then?'

The slight quiver on their voice was noticed by the still very amused boy, who took mental notes on how cute they looked flustered and to try to do it again in the future when given the opportunity.

'Would you accept if I asked you to skip school with me and have a date right now? I don't think I can wait any longer.' He asked with a playful tone, typical of him.

They let out a snort. 'I would tell you that you are crazy if you think that I would do something as risky as that. But lucky for you, I'm free today, so meet me at the cinema at four o'clock.'

'Then I shall see you there.' Replied between soft laughs, not believing that this was really happening. 'Some recommendations for this poor soul?'

The open gates were a few meters ahead of them, the other students that hanged outside throwing curious and shocked looks on their direction when they noticed the much larger coat that lied on Y/N's shoulders and the flustered smiles on their faces.

'Yes, the most important thing, don't you dare being late. If I get there and I don't see you, you can even forget that we know each other.' He brought both hands up in the air in a sign of redemption. 'I'm serious about this. You'll regret it if you do.'

'I wouldn't even dare thinking about it, I'll let Magnan take my other eye before screwing my opportunity with you.'

Their eyes widened at the hidden seriousness of the statement and the simplicity with which he pronounced it, the sincerity of it all making their heart race like crazy. Slowly nodding their head while trying to gather their thoughts.

'Well, it's settled then, at fo-...'

'Four o'clock sharp, I couldn't forget even if I wanted to.' He made a pause, regaining his usual playfulness. 'Should I bring you flowers? I want to be a real gentleman with you.'

'Okay, now you are showing off that you know how to flatter someone, shut up.' Rolling their eyes with a smile, they started walking toward the gates, leaving him behind. 'And I like camellias, for your information.'

'I only wish to flatter you, nobody else!' He said loudly, making people start to whisper about the supposed swear enemies.

'You don't want to know.' Was the only thing they said, accompanied by a slight shrug of shoulders.

Trying to bite back a bigger smile they waved him off, getting closer to their friend group with each step they took, all of them looking the exchange with incredulous eyes, silently begging for an answer as to what just happened.

They never before wished that the day would end up sooner.

#mixte1963 #mixte 1963 #joseph descamps #joseph descamps x reader #vassili schneider #voltaire high #mixte 1963 x reader #enemies to lovers

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ctrlsht · 2 years ago

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I want to request a ff. can you make yandere CEO sugar daddy jungkook ff? if you are accepting my request then please don't make yn the typical humble sweet innocent girl who gots herself into that situation just because her dear mom or grandma is on verge of dying and she doesn't have any money so she took that path to save them. no please make her character different. Like a spoiled brat and arrogant girl who wanna have lavish life and power forever and takes advantage of the fact of having powerful handsome most sought after man on her side. kinda gold digger type but not really since she doesn't want to leave him and she actually enjoys his obsession/yandereness until it gets too much. I want to actually see kinda negative female lead than typical positive character? Doesn't really have to be negative just bitchy kinda toxic demanding clingy character etc.

Btw i loved your ffs who is in control and seat of power. I hope you keep making more yandere Jungkook ffs in future. I hope to see more of your ffs in future. You have already become one of my fav author in Tumblr 🩷

Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au teaser

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you obey him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much.

content & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career

date of release: June 12, 2023 | evening (KST)

Preview:

“Baby.” Is the first thing he said after a long silence between the two of you.

“A-are you… Mad?” He asked in his low and soft voice like he really sounded guilty from what he just did.

“What was that, Jungkook?” You finally spoke and annoyance is evident in your voice.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I just want us to have our dinner because we haven’t done it for weeks already.” His voice was still low and soft just like a child that was scrolled by his mom.

He doesn’t like it when you’re mad. It rarely happens but when you did, he felt like he did really something terrible for you to get this angry.

“It was our due date this week, Jungkook and we’re not yet done with our paper. We still have a lot of things to do and I don’t understand why you can’t understand it.”

He’s getting anxious with how your voice sounds. You’re so pissed and he immediately regrets the actions he just did.

You sound like you hate him now and that you regret being with him. It’s like any minute, you would open your door and leave him alone.

By just thinking about it makes him crazy.

He held your hands and placed them on his lips and you can feel his hands shaking.

“Y/N baby I’m sorry! I’ll promise that I’ll be the one to finish all your works I swear. You already knew that those things are only a piece of cake for me and I can finish that in no time I promise!” He speaks so fast and you feel his anxiousness within his shaking voice and hands.

“I acted without thinking. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He added as he intertwined his fingers with yours and his lips touched the back of your hand.

He’s too scared that he has to feel you right now in order to calm his nerves because when he doesn't, you might drift away from him.

“But seriously, Jungkook. What was that?” You asked after a long silence.

The more that you call him by his name, the more anxious he gets because you don’t call him only by his name.

“When I read your message—

“I thought you didn’t read them?” He looked at you in your eyes and he bites his lips.

“I lied. I’m sorry.” He admits and you become more confused with his actions. You don’t understand what’s with him.

“Baby, I'm uneasy and I felt that something is not right and I saw your location and I saw the guy and I don’t know, I feel like my heart will explode! Babe, I can’t sit well because you’ve been declining my invites multiple times and I don’t know what’s happening and I’m overthinking things.”

Even though he talks too fast, you understand where he’s coming from. You’ve seen this before and you know the reason why this is happening.

“So you thought that I ditched you for Yuan?” You asked, trying to hide your smile.

“Who’s Yuan?” When he asked that, you immediately cracked up.

“Baby, who’s Yuan?” He asked once again.

“The guy I’m with. Jungkook, what the heck!” You can’t take it as you laugh so hard.

“Babe, why are you—

“You’re getting jealous of someone you forgot! Who’s not going to laugh at that?” You speak in between your laughs.

Your laughs continued until you realized that he doesn’t find the situation funny. Your laugh slowly fades when you see how serious he is.

“I was just kidding! Why so serious, Ggukie?” You spoke and you clung to his arm. You still find the situation funny and you tried your best not to laugh since he’s being serious.

After a few moments, he spoke.

“Did you really… Ditch me?” He asked in his low and soft voice and you instantly looked at him in horror while you shook your head.

“Of course not! Why would I do that?” You respond in defense. He looked at your eyes trying to see the sincerity of your words but he’s having a hard time finding it. He looked away as he looked down and you took a deep breath.

“Babe, look at me.” You caressed his face as you moved his head to look at you. His eyes glow in the dark and you love how pleading his eyes look.

“I understand where you’re coming from but believe me when I say that whenever I decline your invites is because I really do have to finish something. Babe, you know how I value my academics and I am aiming for a latin honor. You know that right?” You brushed your thumb off his cheek and he closed his eyes to feel your touch.

“And Yuan? He’s just a research partner and nothing else. And please, don’t be insecure because of him. He’s nothing compared to you. And I don’t like him either.” You lean forward to kiss his forehead.

“Don’t you ever think that I would ever like him because it’s a fucking insult. I have a standard, babe and he didn’t even meet the 1% of my standard.” You spoke in a demeaning tone before you pushed your back at the backrest.

a/n: This is the first time that I received a ff request and tbh, I was kinda nervous because I might not meet the expectation of the person who requested it. I write everything based on what the ff requester wants and hopefully, I did it right! It was hard for me to go out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing (what I mean is writing a ff that wasn’t me who plotted it) but I realized, why not try it? To the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it!

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akiraarabella · 5 months ago

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Bro I've seen so many people literally TELLING Horikoshi the fucking CREATOR of bnha "who deku should've ended up with" Using AI!!!! IM SORRY BUT EXCUSE ME?!?!?!

Lemme get one thing straight, STOP BUGGING THE FUCKING CREATOR WHO HAD TO TAKE BREAKS MULTIPLE TIMES TO GIVE YOU YOUR FAVORITE MANGAS NEW EPISODES EVERY SINGLE WEEK DESPITE HIS CONDITION AND THIS IS HOW YOU REACT?!?!?!

And if im being honest i feel like what horikoshi thought when he did this ending was that the fans would be happy BECAUSE since all of the characters thats being shipped with deku are single, he literally let readers to complete dekus love story. Deku didnt end up with someone so that he could end up with whoever the reader wanted!

You're telling me if IzuOcha became canon people wouldnt get mad saying bakudeku should've been canon and vise versa.

Also does Deku HAVE TO end up with someone???? Cant he just be a happy single teacher like aizawa was???? Everybody is shipping aizawa with mic even though they're not canon so why not do the same for izuku and let the author be.

I'm an izuocha shipper myself and yes i was sad to see them not being end up together but nobody ended up with no one so does it really matter?? I've seen ochatoga shippers shitting on izuocha shippers which not to say that all these shippers are bad but to say regardless of who you are shipping together be respectful to one another.

One last time. You can ship whoever you want, just stay respectful and LEAVE HORIKOSHI ALONE FFS!

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #my hero academia spoiler #bakudeku #izuocha #ochatoga #horikoshi

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valkyriexo · 8 months ago

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Invasion of Privacy | Ep. 4 - Smarter Baby, Smarter

ᑉ³SYNOPSIS; In the dazzling world of fame, you have it all—a beautiful home, devoted fans, and Chan, the love of your life. But when cryptic messages start arriving, the line between adoration and obsession blurs. With each note, you feel increasingly unsafe. Now, you're on a dangerous journey to uncover the truth before it's too late.

ᑉ³PAIRING; Chan x Idol! reader. Ft. Stray Kids

ᑉ³GENRE; Smau, FF , Angst, Hurt, Comfort, mystery

ᑉ³GENERAL WARNINGS ;Violence, Sasaeng (Stalker). Mentions of a knife, mentions of blood, Home invasion, cursing, Kissing, Pain, death, Implied female reader, Certain episodes may be Suggestive MDNIᑉ³ EPISODE WARNINGS; Nightmares

EPISODE WORD COUNT; 3K

AUTHOR'S NOTE ; Episode 4! So close.. yet so far...

If you enjoyed this episode, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Whether it's through comments, reblogs, or sending an ask, your feedback means the world to me. Remember, none of this is real. It is a story. It is fiction. You can choose not to read it if it will make you uncomfortable.

Master Post | Teaser | Suspect Cards

The days that followed were filled with a heightened sense of vigilance and an ever-present undercurrent of dread. Chan, determined not to leave you alone, had practically moved in, bringing along a few essentials and making himself a constant presence in your home. His presence was meant to provide you with a sense of comfort and security, but instead, it only served to magnify your growing paranoia.

At night, sleep became a luxury. Your dreams were plagued with nightmares, each one more vivid and terrifying than the last. You found yourself running through dark, endless corridors, the echo of your footsteps growing louder as the pursuer drew nearer. Their heavy breathing seemed to echo through your bones, sending chills down your spine. You could feel their gaze, cold and invasive, piercing through the darkness as they closed in on you. Each corner you turned offered no escape, only deeper shadows and the suffocating sense of impending doom.

Each time you jolted awake, drenched in sweat and heart pounding, you found Chan by your side, his concern overwhelming. "Are you okay?" he'd ask, his voice gentle yet filled with worry.

You'd nod, forcing a smile to reassure him, but the fear never truly left your eyes. "Just a bad dream," you'd reply, your voice trembling slightly. The truth was far more sinister, though. Even in the safety of your home, you could never shake the feeling of being watched. Windows felt like portals for prying eyes, and every creak of the floorboards seemed to announce an intruder's presence.

During the day, Chan's presence was a double-edged sword. While his company was comforting, the gnawing suspicion that had taken root in your mind made it difficult to fully relax around anyone, even him. The stalker's intrusion had cast a shadow over everyone in your life, and you couldn't help but question their intentions.

Despite the situation, the boys did not stop coming around.

Most of them, at least.

There was a noticeable shift in their behavior. Instead of the usual group gatherings where everyone showed up at once, it was now one or two of them at a time making appearances, checking in to ensure you were okay. Their visits were staggered, almost as if they were trying not to overwhelm you, but the absence of the usual selves only heightened your sense of isolation.

Han and Felix were the most frequent visitors, their cheerful demeanor brightening the otherwise gloomy situation. They brought food, shared jokes, and tried to lift your spirits, but even their presence couldn't dispel the unease. The dynamic had changed, and you couldn't help but wonder if they sensed something too.

One afternoon, as you sat in your living room pretending to read a book, your mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened. The pages blurred before your eyes as your thoughts raced, piecing together fragments of memories and moments that seemed to lead nowhere. You tried to focus on the words in front of you, but the letters swam together in an incomprehensible jumble

From the kitchen, you could hear the sound of a knife rhythmically hitting the cutting board. Seungmin was there, slicing up some fruit for a snack. Chan was helping him, occasionally stealing glances at you, his worry evident despite the lighthearted conversation he was trying to maintain with Seungmin.

You forced yourself to turn a page, but the words remained incomprehensible. Your gaze involuntarily shifted to the kitchen.

Seungmin looked so... normal, so innocent as he carefully arranged the fruit on a plate. Yet, the nagging suspicion in your mind refused to be silenced.

Where was he during the investigation?

"Hey, you okay over there?" Chan's voice broke through your thoughts. Startled, you looked up to see Chan leaning against the counter, watching you with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you lied, forcing a smile. "Just trying to distract myself," you said standing up and joining them in the kitchen.

Chan's eyes narrowed slightly, his intuition picking up on the unease you couldn't quite hide. He exchanged a glance with Seungmin, who was now looking at you with a worried expression as well.

"Want some fruit?" Seungmin offered, holding up the plate with a hopeful smile. "Thought it might help you relax."

You shook your head gently, offering a small, apologetic smile. "Thanks, Seungmin, but I'm still full from breakfast. Han and Felix brought over food this morning. I'm not really hungry right now."

Seungmin's face fell slightly, but he quickly masked it with understanding. "No worries. If you change your mind, it's here."

You nodded, appreciating the gesture despite your lack of appetite. The tension in the room was palpable, and you knew you couldn't continue to dance around the issue any longer. Your thoughts were a chaotic whirl, and you needed clarity.

Chan's eyes lingered on you, sensing something wrong. As Seungmin turned to wash his hands at the sink, Chan leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You glanced nervously at Seungmin's back before meeting Chan's eyes. "I don't feel safe right now," you murmured urgently, your voice barely above a whisper. "I have a bad feeling... it's him."

Chan furrowed his brow in concern, his eyes searching yours for clarity. "Him? Seungmin?" he questioned, his voice tinged with disbelief and concern. "Why do you think that?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of your suspicions heavy in your chest. "I don't know... it's just a gut feeling," you confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "But everything... it all seems to point to him."

Chan's expression darkened, his worry deepening as he glanced over at Seungmin, who was still engrossed in his task at the sink.

"No, it can't be him," Chan replied, his voice tinged with disbelief. "That wouldn't make sense."

But before he could continue, you felt a surge of determination. The weight of your suspicions had become too much to bear, and you couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach any longer.

"Seungmin," you called out, your voice louder than you intended, causing him to turn around, his hands still wet from washing.

"Y/n.." Chan said trying to stop you.

Ignoring Chan's attempt to intervene, you locked eyes with Seungmin, the intensity of your gaze cutting through the air.

"Seungmin," you repeated, your voice firm.

Seungmin's expression shifted, a hint of confusion flickering across his features as he took in the gravity of your tone. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. "I need to ask you something," you began.

"Have you been following me? Watching me?"

Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise, his hands instinctively curling into fists at his sides. "What? No, of course not," he protested. "Why would you even think that?"

"Why have you been acting so strange lately?" you replied, your voice firm as you confronted Seungmin. "You have evidence pointing against you… I can't ignore it."

His eyes widened, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "What evidence?" he asked.

"I think you're the one who's been stalking me," you blurted out, the words spilling out in a rush. "Every time something happens, you're somehow involved or conveniently not there."

Chan stepped in, raising his hands in a calming gesture. "Whoa, let's take a step back here," he said, looking between you and Seungmin. "We need to handle this carefully."

Seungmin's face went from shock to hurt. "You think I'm stalking you?" he asked, his voice trembling. "I would never do something like that.... I'm your friend."

You could see the pain in his eyes, but the fear and paranoia that had been building up inside you couldn't be ignored. "Then explain the letters, Seungmin.

Seungmin nodded, his expression serious. "I want to clear this up. I don't know why you think I'm involved, but I'll do whatever it takes to prove that I'm not."

"One thing at a time, Y/N," Chan interjected gently, trying to keep the situation from escalating further.

"When I received that first letter, it was Seungmin who handed it to me," you explained, your voice shaking slightly.

Seungmin took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "The letter with the gift basket? Minho handed it to me," he began. "He found it outside the front door and thought it might be important, so he gave it to me to give to you. I had no idea what it was at the time."

You frowned, trying to process his explanation. "And what about the second letter? You came over to give your condolences for my friend's passing, and that's when I found it."

Seungmin nodded again. "I came over because I wanted to be there for you. I had no idea there was another letter until you found it. I swear, Y/N, I have nothing to do with this."

Chan looked at you, his expression thoughtful. "It does make sense...."

You felt a flicker of doubt. Could it be that your paranoia had gotten the better of you? "And what about when the letters went missing, and the third one arrived? You weren't around then either."

Seungmin nodded, his expression resolute. "I was doing a photoshoot that day. I have pictures and timestamps to prove it. I can show you the evidence right now if it helps."

Chan looked at you, his eyes steady. "Let's see the photos, Seungmin. If you're telling the truth, this will clear things up."

Seungmin quickly pulled out his phone and scrolled through his gallery, finding the pictures from the photoshoot. He handed the phone to Chan, who examined the images carefully. The timestamps matched the dates and times you had noted.

Chan turned the phone towards you, showing the pictures. "He's telling the truth, Y/N. These photos prove he wasn't here when the letters went missing or when the third one arrived."

You stared at the photos, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. Seungmin's explanation seemed plausible, his earnestness evident in his words and actions. The evidence was clear, but the fear and paranoia still gnawed at you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you felt your body begin to tremble. "I'm sorry," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "I just want this to stop." The reality of the situation, coupled with the weight of your suspicions, was overwhelming. "I've been so scared....I don't know who to trust anymore."

Seungmin's eyes met yours, filled with sincerity. "I would never hurt you, Y/N. Please, believe me."

Your vision blurred as tears spilled down your cheeks. You took a deep breath, trying to absorb the reality. "I… I believe you, Seungmin. I'm sorry for doubting you. It's just… this whole situation has made me so paranoid."

Seungmin stepped closer, his expression softening. "I understand... If I were in your shoes, I'd probably feel the same way. We're all just trying to protect you."

At that moment, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. The sudden noise made you jump, your heart racing. Your hands shook as you reached for your phone, your fingers trembling. An unknown number flashed on the screen, and a sense of dread settled in the pit of your stomach.

With trembling fingers, you opened the message. The room seemed to close in around you as you read the words, your breath catching in your throat. The message was brief but chilling, a reminder that the nightmare was far from over.

You gasped, dropping the phone as if it had burned you. Chan and Seungmin were immediately at your side, concern etched on their faces as they reached out to support you. "What is it?" Chan asked urgently, picking up the phone and reading the messages.

Seungmin's eyes narrowed as he read the message. "Well, at least they've gone digital. We're saving trees," he remarked, attempting to inject a note of levity into the tense atmosphere.

Chan shot him a withering look, his expression grave. "Seungmin, not the time," he chided, his carrying urgency as he turned his attention back to you. The room seemed to close in around you, the walls pressing in.

Seungmin's voice carried a tone of frustration as he gestured to his phone. "I just want to point out that my phone is nowhere near me. So logically, it can't be me sending those messages."

Chan nodded in agreement, his brows furrowed in concentration. "He's right. Whoever this is, they're trying to frame him."

You felt a chill run down your spine as you stared at the cryptic message on your phone screen. "So, what do we do now?"

Chan took a deep breath, his expression determined as he reached for the phone. With a steady hand, he composed a message, his fingers flying across the screen.

"I'll handle this," Chan declared, his voice resolute. "We need to find out who's behind these messages."

He pressed send, and you held your breath, the tension in the room palpable as you waited for a response. You watched anxiously as the seconds ticked by, each moment stretching into eternity as you waited for a reply. Finally, the familiar chime of an incoming message broke the silence, and Chan's eyes darted to the screen.

You exchanged a worried glance with Chan. The cryptic message only added to the sense of unease that hung heavy in the air.

"What game?" you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, but the question lingered unanswered, the sender remaining a mystery.

Seungmin's jaw clenched in frustration, his eyes darting between you and Chan. "We can't just sit around waiting for them to make a move," he asserted. "We need to take action."

Chan nodded, his expression serious. "We need to figure out who this is and why they're targeting you."

Just as he finished speaking, your phone buzzed again. The three of you looked at it in unison, a sense of dread creeping over you.

The same message from the same unknown number appeared on the screen.

Seungmin's frustration deepened. "They’re just trying to rattle us," he said through gritted teeth. "We shouldn't give them the satisfaction."

Chan agreed, but as he started to speak, your phone buzzed again. The same message repeated:

"It's like they’re not going to stop until we do what they want," you said, anxiety making your voice tremble.

Chan placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Stay calm baby. We need to think this through."

But the phone buzzed yet again. The same message and link. The sender was relentless, bombarding you with the same demand over and over.

"Play the game."

Seungmin shook his head, his frustration giving way to a more resolute expression. "Maybe we should see what’s behind the link. But we have to be careful. It could be a trap."

Chan nodded. "We’ll open it on a separate device, one that’s not connected to any personal information. We need to see what we're dealing with."

You watched as Chan pulled out an old laptop from the closet, one that hadn’t been used in ages. He connected it to a public Wi-Fi network and opened the link, your heart pounding in your chest as the page began to load.

The screen flickered for a moment before revealing a dark, ominous website with a single line of text that read:

"Welcome to the game. Let’s see if you’re clever enough to survive."

You all exchanged weary glances. You had no choice but to see this through. With a nod from Seungmin and a deep breath from you, Chan pressed the "Play" button.

The screen transitioned to a new page, revealing what looked like a puzzle.

"Is this a joke?" Seungmin said, his voice tinged with frustration.

"It doesn't look like it," Chan replied, his eyes narrowing as he studied the screen.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "Let's just get through this. We need to see what they're after."

The first puzzle appeared simple, but it required careful thought and teamwork. You, Chan, and Seungmin huddled closer, your minds working in unison to decipher the clues. Each solution unlocked the next puzzle, the difficulty ramping up with each new screen.

Seungmin leaned back, his brow furrowed. "It looks like this is a series of puzzles. Each one is more difficult than the last."

Chan nodded, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. "They’re testing us, pushing us to see how far we can go."

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of fear and determination. "But why? What’s the goal here?"

"I don’t know," Chan said, his voice steady despite the tension. "But were going to have to play the game to find out."

With a shared glance, you all knew there was no turning back. You had to see this through, no matter the risks.

"And play the game we will," you replied.

With that, you all turned your attention back to the laptop.

The sender may have set the rules, but you were determined to control the outcome.

Play the game

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folkwhorerain · 2 years ago

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Just like clockwork.

Sam Carpenter x afab!Reader

gif not mine.

summary: Sam proves you that you don't have to face everything alone.

warnings: description of PMDD symptoms, depression, mood swings, insecure reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, bad writing (english is not my first language). Feel free to tell me if I should add more!

(Maybe a little out of character for Sam, but I needed to write this for my own benefit.)

author's note: I got diagnosed with premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD) two weeks ago and I did not take it well at all. I just had another PMDD episode and it was really bad, so I wanted to write something to get it out my chest and since Sam is my current comfort character I wanted to write a ff about her comforting reader.

Please remember that this is based on my experience with this disorder and I do not intend to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Enjoy!

It hit you suddenly.

You were fine days ago until you weren't.

It intoxicated your brain without you noticing. You just thought you were being overdramatic as always but, like it happened almost every month just like clockwork, your mind proved you wrong.

It started with a numb sensation on your legs and an inexplicable fatigue, after a few days you started sleeping excessively and leaving the bed was more and more difficult everytime the blanket rocked you in its embrace.

Next you began feeling that heaviness inside your chest that haunted you just six or five days before your menstruation started. Again, just like clockwork. It doesn't happen every, single month but when it does, it's tough dealing with all the symptoms that accompany it.

"Shit." You whispered at the realisation that your PMDD was at its peak again. You will never get used to it. Everytime your period passed you mentally mocked at how much you overreacted, gaslighting yourself into believing that you were just being dramatic and that your disorder wasn't real, which it was actually. It was very real. You just needed to get into the next wave of depression to realise it, just to curse yourself for being so dramatic when your period passed again. It was a cycle you couldn't break.

As it always happened during these excruciating days, you were lying in bed with a urge to cry and a fatigue that came out of nowhere. You knew your symptoms would disappear as soon as your period started, but right now you just let yourself go at the inevitable sensations your disorder provoked you.

Your friends noticed you were detached from them and everytime they would offer you to spend time together or watch a movie, you would always refuse, taking a snack from the kitchen and heading immediately to your room, leaving your friends with a confused look.

You weren't ready for people to know about your disorder, so you only told your favorite sisters and Quinn since she's so nosy that she eventually figured out something was wrong.

"Is Y/N okay?" Chad asked with a hint of concerne in his voice and Tara attached to his sleeve. "She hasn't come out of her room for the past two days."

"I hope it has nothing to do with us," Mindy joked with her mouth full of food. Anika was at her side, stealing some chips from her girlfriend, who was too busy looking at Sam for some sort of explanation to notice. "We're good company, so that would offend me."

Tara looked at Sam with a knowing look. Her face held the same concern as the rest of the group and it only worsened when Sam stayed quiet, too lost looking at the calendar app.

Like the good girlfriend she is, she tracked your period just in case you needed extra help with your PMDD, so when the phone in her hands gave her the confirmation you were about to get your period, she immediately knew what was wrong and it almost annoyed her you didn't tell her like you promised to.

You were never one to ask for help or even talk about your feelings. You would rather walk on lava than saying something was bothering you, and Sam understood that. She was never open about her feelings herself and just suck them up until they didn't bother her anymore or she learnt to live with them. But when it comes to you and your health, it's different so she stood up from the couch of the apartment you, Quinn, Tara and Sam shared and walked towards her room which was now yours as well since Quinn moved in with you and took your old room. Not that you spent a lot of time in it anyway. You were always with Sam and most of your stuff was already in her room anyways.

"Y/N?" You heard Sam crack open the door and slowly walk towards the bed. You had your back to her, body fully covered by your weighted blanket. You stayed still. Hopefully she wouldn't hear you cry and just leave you be.

When you didn't answer the brunette thought you were asleep and contemplated if leaving was the best decision, but when she heard a sob escape your mouth (much to your dismay), she climbed into the bed and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, it's that bad again, isn't it?" She asked sympathetically as she stroked your back slowly. Her heart sank knowing you were feeling like this again and you decided to deal with it all alone.

You turned to look at her with red, puffy eyes. It took you a while to nod your head yes, not wanting to bother her with something that was only your problem and would probably just drag her into your spiral of sadness. But hiding was no use, it was clear as the sun that you were feeling shitty. "I wanna be alone, though."

Sam sighed quitely and squeezed your shoulder. "Don't push me away, Y/N, please. I'm not leaving you. I just wanna help."

You usually loved how she knew you like the palm of her hand, but as of right now it just annoyed you and it took all the strength you had in your already aching body to not snap at her. Therefore you took a deep breath and gave yourself some time before saying something you would regret. You weren't even angry at Sam. You didn't know what you were so angry about. You just were. You always felt like you were on the verge of exploding.

"I just–" you couldn't finish your sentence as you covered your eyes with both your hands and let out an annoyed groan.

Sam frowned sympathetically, both of her hands gripping gently your wrists in an attempt to not let you hide your feelings from her, no matter how bad they were. But you were persistent and there was no way you would've let her see you this way, so your hands didn't move. Not even a inch.

Sam took a deep, shaky breath as she thought about what could make you feel better. Keeping her composure was hard in a situation like this, but she knew it wasn't easy for you first. After all, it was you who had to deal with it in the first place.

You uncovered your eyes when you felt the weight on the bed was gone and your girlfriend had disappeared.

You pouted and tears started streaming down your face again, both from sadness and anger towards yourself. You couldn't believe you felt sad she left when you were the one who told her to leave you alone in the first place.

"Why do I have to be like this?" You whispered as you pulled yourself up and sit on the bed, throwing your phone on the bedside with too much force.

You hated it. You couldn't believe you had to feel like this because of something so… natural. Periods should be associated with life and birth. Hell, in some historic culture a menstruating person was considered sacred, you couldn't believe you had to deal with it in such a painful way.

You can't even say you couldn't wait for your period to start, because once you start bleeding, your ovaries feels like they're being stabbed over and over again.

Mentally excruciating PMS and painful menstruation. Great combo.

After a few minutes you heard the door open again and your girlfriend was standing there with a tiny smile and a glass of water accompanied by some snacks in her hands.

Your gaze softened at the sight and you wondered how could someone like you ever deserve someone as caring as Sam Carpenter.

"I know you forgot to take your meds, so here…" She cooed as she gave you the glass and your pills, which you gladly took but not before smiling appreciatively at the brunette. "I understand you want to be left alone and I accept it, but I just want to be with you throughout all of this. Please, let me take care of you."

"Sam–"

"We don't have to talk. We can just stay here and exist together." She was standing in front of you with a hopeful expression, waiting for you to give her permission to stay.

You took a few moments to think about it and meanwhile you got lost in the sight before you.

She had bags under eyes due to the tiredness two shitty jobs can give you and her usual jeans and sweater were replaced with pajama shorts and a blue tank top you were sure she stole from you. You loved how her black locks were styled perfectly even after a six hour shift and her dark eyes glistened with hope.

You must look like shit compared to her, not having the strength to comb your hair or eat a proper meal. You were even surprised you menaged to take a shower and brush your teeth. You'd probably look at yourself with disgust if you had a mirror in front of you. No way someone else would look at you differently.

Yet there she was, still looking at you like you were her whole world and when she looked at you like that it was almost impossible to say no to her, so you smiled weakly and patted the place beside you on the bed.

She smiled widely before she sank into the bed, covering her body with your favorite blanket. "Do you want me to hug you or you don't feel comfortable being touched?"

You suddenly felt a urge to be comforted and held, so you took this opportunity before you felt the need to be alone again and welcomed her in your arms. She wrapped her arms around your body, legs now entangled with yours. Her left hand wiped away your tears and the other stroked your arm slowly.

Guilt made its way through your body and that painful weight in your chest became heavier.

You hated yourself for being such a burden.

You didn't want people to deal with you when you were at you lowest. If you could, you wouldn't even deal with it yourself. But it was your mind and body, so ignoring its needs was not an option. But your friends and family had the opportunity to leave, to tell you to fuck yourself when you'd yell at them without an apparent reason, yet they didn't. Even when you pushed them away just like you did an hour ago and they decided to spend time together anyway. Of course that made you silently sob as you saw they could live without you.

It wasn't fair to think like that, you knew. But it wasn't you who had control of your mind when your depression was at its peak, it was your disorder and you could not disobey its will. No matter how much it hurt you.

"I'm so pathetic." You whispered with eyes full of tears again. Your thoughts were the worst part of these episodes. The voices telling you that you're not enough were persevering and it was hard to not listen to them. "I'm sorry you have to endure all of my shit. I would leave if I was you."

"That's not true, Y/N. You know you don't really think that." She whispered softly, placing sweet kisses on the crown of your head. "You're not pathetic for feeling this way. You didn't choose it."

You stayed silent, feeling paralyzed. The only thing you did was hug her tightly and stroke her hip affectionately.

Sometimes it scares you how much she knows you and how you think.

"I'm here no matter what. You are not your disorder. I knew there were gonna be ups and downs when I chose you, but just like you knew it when you chose me." She stopped talking just to give a few kisses on your neck, easing a little bit of the tension you felt. "If we gotta be honest, I'm the daughter of a serial killer who almost got herself and her friends killed just because of that. If there's someone who should leave, that's you."

A weak chuckle escaped your mouth at that last phrase. You weren't gonna leave her for that. Hell, you would rather be attacked by Ghostface than leave your girlfriend.

It didn't matter what Sam did or who she was. You knew the real her and you thanked the universe everyday for being able to see parts of her she hardly showed to anyone else.

You knew how hard it was for her after Richie turned out to be Ghostface and she decided to move to a city where people saw him like the victim and her like the villain.

Trusting new people wasn't an option for her and you were no exception when you responded to the anonymous ad of when her and Tara were looking for a roommate.

The first time you met her it almost looked like you were being interrogated, but when you left aside the thought of how pretty she was and you recognised her as one of the survivors of the Woodsboro attack, you understood why.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt her lips on your shoulder, and when you turned your head slightly to look at her, you saw she was already staring at you with a glint in her eyes she reserved just for you. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

She bit your shoulder playfully at your comment making you crack a smile. "I love you."

"I love you, too Sam." And with that she gave the palm of your hand a kiss, next she shifted to your neck, your jaw and finally your lips.

You couldn't help but smile as you tried to ignore the heaviness you still felt in your chest.

It was hard dealing with you when you felt like this but, everytime you needed, Sam was there.

Just like clockwork.

That's all, people!

As usual, I hope you liked it.🫶🏻

If your PMS is so bad that it effects your daily activities, please talk to your doctor about it. It may be sign of PMDD or other premenstrual disorders.

Remember you are not alone and I'm always here if you need to talk.

I love you all. <3

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x you #scream #scream 5 #scream vi #melissa barrera #ghostface #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #quinn bailey

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msbhagirathi · 7 months ago

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Word Prompt "Colly wobbles" for the IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta by @arshifiesta.

Character: Kaveri Khushi Gupta, Arnav Varun a.k.a AV

FF: A River Runs Through It

Author: meera30

Reason: Coz I am in love with this ff right now. Now stop finding reasons and read on.

Khushi didn't know how did he do it. It was freezing cold outside in Detroit and here was the man in question giving out a presentation which he had prepared ~in merely five minutes~ before the meeting had to be started urgently.

Clad in a crisp white shirt rolled up to his forearms, the angry gash visible just as a slip of cut, the jacket and the waistcoat already lying on the chairback. Tie hanging a lil bit loose from its usual place. Shiny charcoal colored trousers hugged his legs like a second skin. Yet, he looked as fresh and energetic as ever.

Illegal.

How can he be so perfect?

Why did I of all people had to fall for him?

She knew that her being physically bulky had nothing to do with who she fell in love with. And yet she felt a bit wretched for having fallen for such a personification of perfection.

Sometimes, she didn't know which one was more comforting? To have been immune from his charm and just keeping to herself in college or having badly fallen for him strong enough to keep away all the strangers she had met just so she could forget that one man. And yet, the 'date other men to forget him' idea was as terrible as it sounded.

As she could go no further then two minutes of looking at them and instantly comparing them to him. She knew she was being horribly desperate. But then anyone would be if the man in question was the subject of discussion...

She started scribbling an insignia (for the umpteenth time) in her notepad which she had used earlier to jot down the good points.

"Ms. Gupta. Its good that you are at least concentrating on something but I would much rather that something to be nothing but this presentation."

Arnav Varun was looking at her with that knowing smile as if he had found a key to a mystery puzzle he was looking for. His glasses gleaming at an angle.

Embarrassed at being in the wrong side, Khushi immediately changed the page and looked up at the projector screen.

"Sorry sir."

Did he know?

Had he seen her drawing his name initials in her notepad with such an interest?

What was with that smile?

And yet now he continued with his presentation as if nothing had happened. Voice unflinching and firm. Emanating an authority. An air of importance.

Hey shivji! Why do I have to be the one target that you are never tired of playing with?

The gravel in his voice still used to send chills down her spine in a good way of course.

"Okay everyone that would be it for now. If I happen to have something else I would be calling all of you back. Please be ready for more impromptu meetings this week. If anyone has any questions please do ask or you're free to leave, thank you for your attention."

Khushi gingerly raised up from her chair praying to let her go to a certain someone sitting in the Kailash parvat with his wife who loved creating sweet troubles for her in situations like these. She quickly wanted to slip away along with the rest of the others.

But, Arnav Varun didn't let that happen. He looked up from his laptop at her.

Please don't tell me to stay back.

Please tell me the one thing I am yearning to hear from you for half a decade now.

Please let me go.

Please stop me and kiss me.

Hey shivji! She might have as well become a lunatic by now.

She was about to leave when..

"Khushi.."

She turned back only to find him sitting at his chair relaxed. All tension and seriousness gone with everyone else from the room. He sipped his glass of chilled water.

There was something in this man that made her feel at peace and nervous at the same time.

"Yes sir."

She heard the sound of her voice which shivered slightly.

Don't get the wrong idea okay? I am DEFINITELY NOT scared of you.

"No 'sir' please, just AV, when we are alone."

"Okay.. AV.'

He smiled.

"Show me your notepad once Khushi."

NO. PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

'Uhh.. I am in need of it urg-"

"Yeah yeah I know you need it I had seen you noting down points in it. But please I assure you I don't eat paper and I would return it within a few sec. Please?"

Khushi very hesitantly held it out and before he could open it to her eternal mortification and second hand embarrassment, Arjun's name came flashing out on her mobile screen.

A whole wave of relief hit her whole being as she excused herself to pick it up as an important call, leaving behind all her things in the room.

After fifteen minutes when she came back to her cabin she realized she had left all her things in the meeting room. She was about to sprint back to the room. When she spotted her things: her laptop bag, her water bottle and her notepad neatly sitting in the center of her desk.

At lunch break, she entered the cafeteria and already found the whole team along with (of course) AV himself sitting at the corner-most booth. She walked up and sat at the chair two seats away from him. She saw his phone lying on the table.

Suddenly it came alive with a notification and she saw the lock screen. A sprawly drawing. Careless strokes of blue ball point pen. Carved into the paper on a ruled page which seemed familiar.

An insignia, which she had scribbled on her notepad, out of boredom, sitting in the meeting room, a few hours ago. She couldn't believe her eyes.

Heat rushed to her ears and a slow blush crept onto her face and refused to go away. She couldn't believe the fact that Arnav Varun had taken a click of her drawing and set it as the lock screen on his phone.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him check the notification and quickly closed off the screen, checking if anyone else noticed it or not and went back to the conversation going on.

Khushi couldn't pull out the image of her insignia on his phone screen. Her mind kept replaying the image and she couldn't stop herself from blushing. Her body had gone into over-drive. Her heart was fluttering. Her hands and legs felt shaky. Her palms felt clammy. Warmth surrounding her face and neck and the rest of her body. Her stomach was in colly-wobbles.

Hey shivji, please, I must be looking like an idiot. Please help me staaaap this blushing, my cheeks are hurting now. Uff. Stupid AV. Stupid me.

#arshi #arnav and khushi #arnav singh raizada #ipkknd #khushi kumari gupta #lol #nothing #ok then bye y'all #arshi fanfic #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #ipk 13th anniversary fiesta #IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta #ok bye y'all

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number1villainstan · 6 months ago

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hi this is @jins-toenail im just on my main blog rn.

ne ways for the unhinged character bingo: Twice, Toga Himiko, and Lady Nagant

i chose some random characters so sorry if u dont like them lol

dw too much about random characters, but if you'd given me like. deku. then we'd have to talk. i hate that hypocritical author-insert black hole protagonist like nothing else

Twice:

twice simply does not occupy any of my brainspace, but he IS one of the victims of the narrative's/Horikoshi's ableism so like. HORIKOSHI LEAVE HIM ALONE. FUCK

Toga Himiko:

ohohoho see NOW we're cooking with gas. toga himiko doesn't live in my brain rent free, she just vacations here every so often, but it's hard not to love the Little Vampire Girl Who Just Wants To Be Loved. i also saw some bitch asses call toga a "parasite on the narrative" once (like no the parasite is deku) with my own two eyeballs and if those people are reading this then come meet me behind the Denny's at 3am i'm gonna whoop your fucking asses

Lady Nagant aka Tsutsumi Kaina:

SNSGOAHGIOAWS;NVKLSAVIOFDANVIONWfi'w *falls on the floor and dies*

but seriously oh my FUCKING god she's such a good character and her potential was FUCKING WASTED in the story right from the start! like oh my fucking god she is NOT going to be convinced to be "good" by a 15-year-old spouting words at her after OVER A DECADE IN SOLITARY FFS! not to mention the fact that she acted Totally 100% Fine in canon after said over a fucking decade in solitary which is unbelievable. for the love of GOD horikoshi stop using disability and mental illness as a way to mark people as villains/"bad people" and let her be angry and scared and constantly overstimulated and feral and unable to remember how to interact with people after, again, OVER A DECADE IN SOLITARY!!!!! she's not going to be fine and she's DEFINITELY not going to be neurotypical afterwards (if she was even neurotypical BEFORE). LET HER BE MENTALLY ILL! FFS!

#bnha twice #toga himiko #lady nagant #tsutsumi kaina #bnha #anti deku #ask #ask game #jins-toenail

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x-0ophelia0-x · 1 year ago

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trapped in the unknown.

pairings: Fem!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: Angst, mentions of death, hurt/comfort

word count: 2K

summary: You were running and running through the corridors, hoping to find Ezra but they only seemed to be endless. You were chased on top of that. When you finally found him, everything went downhill. There was a strange feeling accompanying you the whole time. what the hell is happening???

authors note: Here‘s the Halloween special ff, just as promised! It’s not really Halloween themed but it‘s angsty xd

It’s already nearly 2 am in Europe which means that we‘re already in the 31.10 soo.. happy Halloween!! 🎃

enjoy <33

The stormtroopers footsteps echoed through he whole place as you ran for your life.

You didn’t remember anything at all, not even how you got here. The only thing you know.. hoped to know.. was that Ezra had to be somewhere here. This was the Nightsisters Fortress located on Perridea.

The corridors were dark, the only source of light being the almost burnt out torches. Small puddles had found their way into the corridors thanks to the droplets of water, dropping from the ceiling down to the floor.

It wasn’t freezing cold here but there was certainly a chill which fitted perfectly to how this place made your stomach twist. Not knowing where you were going was a perfect addiction to your discomfort here.

You ran from door to door, hoping that the troopers would loose the sight of you and follow the wrong lead, but much to your dismay they didn’t.

While you ran for your dear life, trying to not only survive this but to also manage to find your friend again, a painful fact became clearer every second.

Of course.

You‘re a human.

How much stamina will you possibly have until your body starts to slow down?

How long did you think could you sprint through these corridors, not slowing down due to the incoming danger?

The answer was simple.

Not much.

Your once so regular breath started to transform itself into a ragged one.

Droplets of sweat formed themselves on your face, some rolling down while the others stayed still. You were running out of time, you need to find some place to hide or else…

or else you’ll die.

As if the force heard your silent plea, you managed to find a small opening between a stack of wood and other stuff. Not wasting any more time, you squeezed yourself further into the opening, placing some parts on front of your to possibly block their views from you.

Everything that was left for you to do now was to wait.

Wait and hope that your makeshift hide was enough.

„She went that way!“

„Faster! We‘ll loose her!“

„We can’t let this Jedi escape us!“

Their modulated voices became louder each moment that passed.

They seemed to get closer, their footsteps once again sending shivers down your spine.

„Where is she?“

One of them asked. They stood in front of you, you however were hidden.

They looked around and luckily didn’t seem to feel the need to control the stack of wood too.

„We have to get the news to Thrawn“

„And let him kill us? Are you nuts? We‘ll tell nothing until it’s sure that we lost her!“

And with that the troopers left, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

This place seemed to be familiar but why?

How did you know that you were on some planet called Perridea, trapped in the Nightsisters Fortress for crying out loud but at the same time know nothing at all?!

Everything seemed off, from the fact that the last thing you remembered was how the stormtroopers were, and still are, hunting you while you‘re looking for Ezra.

However, even if this whole thing seemed to be off, you still had to find him before it was too late. When you were sure that the area was clear you once again rearranged the wooden boards and stepped out from your hiding spot.

I need to find him now.

The corridors seemed to be endless, especially with the numerous doors and the danger which was still present thanks to the annoying stormtroopers, or at least what was left from them.

You ran from corridor to corridor, door to door and looked literally everywhere, everywhere except the most dangerous place for you or him to be now.

„Don’t let him escape! Thrawn wants him dead!“

That voice belonged to a stormtrooper..

Seconds after you heard someone yell this, the sound of an immense blasterfire

made it’s way to your ears.

Shit.

They found him.

And Ezra didn’t have any kind of weapon on him.

He was doomed and so where you if you’d find his lifeless body, bruised and battered, laying around on the cold and unforgiving floor, with no sign of his warmth that always managed to comfort you in your darkest times.

Just because one of those bucketheads managed to land a hit on him, ending his life with his fucking blaster.

No.

You wouldn’t be able to continue living your life knowing that he died while you were nearby.

The corridors seemed to be endless but the sound of the fire leaded you to your destination.

You ran and ran, your heart beating faster each second, praying to the force that Ezra was alright. As you saw the door that kept you away from him, you used the force and threw it open, confusing the still shooting troopers.

„The other Jedi!“

Some of them turned their blasters to your, aiming at your heart and starting to fire, not waiting for you to even reach the doorstep.

You took your lightsaber from your hilt and activated it, placing it in front of you with a swift motion, deflecting their shots and even hitting some of them.

„y/n!“

Still deflecting the shoots you managed to turn your head into the direction where the sound came from.

His voice.

Ezra was standing in front of a wall, reacting to each shot fired at him as he jumped from spot to spot.

There were burn marks on his clothing… the bastards grazed him.

„Ezra! I‘ll cover you, stay there!“

His eyes lit up as he heard your voice.

You ran towards him, positioning yourself in front of him so that you could deflect all the shots that were fired towards you two while he used the force to sent the troopers flying.

„Beside the grazes, do you have any other injuries?“

„No, thanks to your appearance!“

The amount of troopers eradicated itself, only one remained and it was easy to take him down.

You turned around to look at him, feeling trapped in his gaze the second his eyes locked with yours.

„That was.. close..!“

„It was but I’m fine thanks to you“

Ezra tried to reassure you that you saved him but your worry had taken over you the second you found yourself alone in here.

It was your instinct which told you that he was somewhere here, it was strange enough that you didn’t have any memories from what happened before, how you knew that he was here still left a questionmark.

„We need to go now.. Thrawn is after you“

„Tell me something new“

You little conversation distracted you both from the new danger.

The one trooper whose corpse was still in the room started to twitch. Some kind of green mist emerged from his armors openings. His visor got a greenish glow while he moved his hand to his blaster to fulfill his mission.

„We can’t allow ourselves to loose any more time now, they’ll sent more after us“

„Don’t worry sweetheart, we‘ll be fine“

He placed his hands around your waist, moving his head closer to yours.

„We‘ll get through this“

„Hope so..“

„Hey.. look up, Jabba the Hut won’t let anyone harm what we h- ARGHHH!“

Ezra let put a painful scream before he bend down to his stomach.

You were to caught up that you didn’t even hear the single blaster shot, the only thing you perceived right now was how he bend down in agony.

„Ezra! What in the-„

Then you saw him, standing right behind Ezra, his blaster directly aimed at his back where his chest was at the other side.

You acted on instincts when you activated your lightsaber, swinging it directly at the troopers chest where his heart was.

He however couldn’t care less, continuing his attack on Ezra as he pulled the trigger.

The loud sound shattered your heart.

It took only one swing to cut off the troopers head, using the force to shove his body out of the room.

Right after that you fell to you knees, right next to Ezra.

His breath was shallow, his heartbeat slowing down as he fought against the overwhelming sense of tiredness.

Your worst fears came true as you felt how his boy slowly began to get colder.

„No..No No No No No!!“

Tears began to form themselves on your eyes.

There he was, lying on the cold ground as his life slowly but surely disappeared to be one with the force.

You lifted him to your arms as gently as you could.

„please..!“

With all the power he still had, he reached his hand out to cup your cheek, holding it gently for one last time.

His eyes were directed at yours, a look of adoration in them which only hurt you more right now.

„I‘m sorry“

„Don‘t leave me!“

„I wish we had more time…“

„There must be something I can do?!“

„Karabast.. your eyes..“

You held onto him, praying that he’d survive this by some miracle.

„They were right.. there’s a white light..“

„Ezra…“

„I love you..“

With that you felt how bis body became limp.

„Ezra..?“

No response.

„Ezra…“

Still nothing.

„Ezra!“

You screamed this time, realizing that you lost him, forever.

„No No No..! This can’t be true!“

Your tears streamed uncontrollably now while your sobs echoed through the whole room.

„I love you..! Damnit! I fucking love you Ezra!“

Due to your grief there was one thing you didn’t notice, the stormtrooper who heard your voice.

He ran to your location, blaster ready as he approached you cautiously.

It was then when you noticed the muffled noises, was someone.. yelling?

You didn’t have enough time tho since mere seconds later you were, once again, attacked by another trooper. You weren’t quick enough to draw your lightsaber. Your attacker took it and threw it away, he then pressed his hands on your shoulders and shook you violently.

The muffled noises became louder and clearer every passing moment.

Someone was calling out for you.

It was Ezra’s voice..

What the hell is happening?!

The trooper then took his blaster and placed it on your chest, right above your heart.

He then pulled the trigger.

„y/n!“

….

„y/n!!!“

….

„y/n! wake up!!“

..-!

You literally jumped.

What happened?

Weren’t you killed Just seconds ago??

You breathing was ragged, your expression shocked as you tried to understand where you were.

This was the moment when you finally noticed something… or someone.

A warm body laid next to you, holding you close as you tried to catch your breath.

Ezra?

But he…

oh.

„Hey… it‘s alright… just a nightmare.. whatever you saw right now… you‘re safe“

Of course.

It was a dream.

Nothing more then a dream based on the past events.

It was just an nightmare.

„Ezra!“

You threw your arms around him, holding him close into your hug.

Your tears found their way once again, this time though they were real.

„Hey there.. it‘s okay..“

He returned the hug, drawing circles on your back with his one hand while you caressed you with the other.

„Don‘t go… please..!“

Your face was snuggled into his neck, not daring to move away, even if it was just an inch.

„I won’t, I‘m here with you“

Ezra figured out that it wouldn’t really be the best to ask you what you saw, based on your reaction..? It had to be an nightmare.

That’s why he kept his mouth shut, waiting for you to calm down so that he could ask you about it.

When you did, you told him everything. He was shocked to say the least.

However, it was the middle of the night and the both of you needed to rest.

He, once again, laid down, but this time with you in his arms.

You were cuddled up against him while he held you very close.

„Good night love“

You didn’t answer, you were already asleep.

He then placed a kiss on your temple before he decided to fall asleep too.

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger #star wars #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #ezra bridger x y/n #ezra bridger fanfic

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9stxrsan · 2 years ago

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WHATCHAMACALLIT||PJM|| PROLOGUE

The feeling of that night replays in Kadira’s mind, over and over again. Never stopping, she reminisces about the same thing, his hair, his body, his voice, his eyes… those eyes. Full of lust and satisfaction. Never in a million years would she think that she could feel anything slightly similar to the touch of that guy… that mysterious guy, who’s name she might have forgotten, however his face will always be stuck in her head… making her feel that same satisfaction as she did before.

Warnings|| Explicit scenes, crying, fighting, arguing, threats, guns, drinking, cursing, unprotected sex, etc.

Rating|| 18+

Genre|| angst, lemon, smut

Author's note|| yeahhh soo this is the ff I've been working on, the other parts will come soon. Promise

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April 21st, 2020 Haebaragi University

A loud banging noise approached KaDira's dorm room, Who the fuck would ever knock on her door like this? Getting up off of her sofa, walking towards the door, she lets out an annoyed sigh before unlocking and swinging the door open. Of course its Soona. And she forgot her key. Again.

"Soona what the actual fuck?" KaDira shook her head, "Why can't you just knock like a normal person would? And where is your key?"

"Sorry, I'm just so excited!" She squealed like a dying cat on the side of a sidewalk.

"About?" KaDira questioned, letting the blonde haired female with fair skin walk inside the room.

"You're not gonna believe it!" She stalled.

"Just tell me Soona!" KaDira grew impatient.

"Okay, Okay." She shouted, "So you know my boyfriend, right?"

"Jungkook? Of course," KaDira scoffed, "He's like, one of the most popular douchebags on campus, besides Tae and Theo."

"Yeah well he's throwing a party tonight and he's inviting all the upperclassmen." She explained.

"And?" KaDira shrugged.

Soona tilted her head at KaDira, expecting her to catch on to why that information was important and why she was so excited about it.

KaDira's eyes widened, "Oh hell no, I'm not going."

Soona smacked her teeth, "KD please!" She begged, "This is our last year here, and you haven't gone to one frat party."

"That's a fucking lie, I've been to two of them." KD scoffed.

Soona rolled her eyes, "You went to a party off campus that got shut down by Mr.Lee as soon as it started, and the other one was not a party, it was a Christmas gathering for people who didn't want to leave campus."

"Which was very fun by the way," KD said, moving her locs out her face.

"I don't care how fun it was. You're coming to this party." Soona scoffed.

KD leaned on the doorframe, accepting the fact that Soona wasn't going to leave her alone about the party, "I don't even have any 'party' clothes."

"Lucky for you, I have lots!" Soona smiled.

"Yeah, no." KD waved her hand, "I'm not dressing like you."

"What's wrong with how I dress?" Soona groaned.

"I'm not walking around practically naked," KD rolled her eyes.

"It's nothing wrong with showing a little skin KD," Soona got up off the sofa and walked into her room, straight to her closet.

"Yeah your definition of 'little' is completely different from mine," KD exaggerated.

"You're gonna have to manage, we're the same size anyway." Soona snickered, looking at the outfit choices in the closet.

"And how do you know that?" KD said, folding her arms.

"Well uh," Soona laughed nervously, "I borrowed some of your clothes before."

"Kim Soona!" KD shouted.

"It was only at the beginning of the semester, I haven't done it since." Soona shrugged.

"You could have asked," KD argued.

"Oh hush, you didn't ask me for my hair cream you used without my permission," Soona scoffed.

"That was in the ninth grade!"

"It still happened didn't it!"

KD shook her head in annoyance. Soona continued to search for an outfit.

"Ah... This is the one right here." She smiled, holding a shiny, dark purple outfit out to KD.

"Purple isn't really my color.." KD hesitated.

"Girl take the fucking dress," Soona groaned.

Kd rolled her eyes and snatched the dress from Soona, and went into the bathroom.

Slipping on the dress and standing in front of the mirror, KD was in complete shock. The dark purple dress with major cleavage, a slit on the side and a choker that was attached really complemented her dreadlocs and milk chocolate skin.

"KD come out," Soona shouted from the other side of the bathroom door, "We need to speed this process up."

KD swung the bathroom door open and Soona's jaw dropped to the floor, "Oh my.."

"Well, how do I look?" KD shrugged.

"You look like a bad bitch. A bad bitch that will take anyone's boyfriend." Soona squealed in excitement.

"Alright," KD chuckled, "I don't plan on taking anyone's man."

"Well you better prepare yourself, because every guy at this party is going to want a piece of you," Soona teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that." KD scoffed.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and y'know," she teased, nudging KD's arm, "Hook up."

KD looked at Soona, "A one night stand? At a frat party?"

"You say that as if that's impossible." Soona rolled her eyes.

"For me, it is." KD shrugged, "One night stands seem childish to me."

"Well they aren't," Soona scoffed, "It's just having fun."

"Childish." KD exaggerated...

"Well you're dressed, So now I'm gonna go change," Soona squealed.

"Oh god we're gonna be here for hours." KD groaned.

About forty five minutes later, Soona came out of the bathroom, dressed in the most provocative pink and black slim dress, her hair was gathered into a ponytail with little hairs on the side, and she had earrings that would blind you for weeks, "Ready to go?"

KD nodded, getting off the sofa and letting out a soft exhale.

Soona smiled, and grabbed her keys and they both headed out the door.

As they pulled off, KD nervously tapped the window.

Soona noticed her nervous gestures and sighed, "Kadira, there's nothing to be nervous about. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say," KD scoffed, "You've been to lots of these parties, you're more social than I am."

Soona shrugged, "Sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone babe. You may not like it at first but it will get better as you go."

"Yeah, yeah." KD waved her off, continuing to tap.

After what felt like hours, they pulled into a parking lot that sat right in front of a house with flashing lights and loud music.

"How on earth is this allowed?" KD chuckled in disbelief.

"Jungkook kind of paid off the teachers to keep their mouths closed," Soona smirked.

"Of course he did," KD rolled her eyes.

"Come on!" Soona said ,hopping out the car.

KD took a deep breath and followed Soona to the front doors.

As they approached the doors, a black haired male, who is supposedly a lookout, greeted them with a warm smile, "Soona, Kadira."

"Hi Mark." KD waved politely.

He gestured to them to go ahead and walk in, telling them to have fun.

Soona and Kadira walked through the doors and the sound of music and chatting rang in Kadira's ears, the smell of alcohol and weed filled the air.

"Kim Soona!" a deep male voice called from a far, "Is that you?"

Soona turned around, only to see a tall male with dirty blonde hair, and a sleeve of tattoos walking up to her with a bottle of Hennessey in his hand.

"Babe, are you kidding me? You're drunk already?" Soona scoffed.

Jungkook threw his arm around her and smiled, "I'm a little tipsy," He looked over at KD and flashed a smile, "Hi KD,"

"Hi JK." She giggled at his immaturity to drinking.

His head turned back to Soona, looking her up and down, smirking, "You look nice."

Soona smiled, "I know," She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow, "Where's Tae?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Probably drinking his life away with Theo," he said, pointing into the kitchen.

Soona kissed Jungkook goodbye, grabbed KD's arm, and dragged her into the kitchen, where they approached the highly attractive brown haired male and his blue haired friend. Both were intoxicated.

"Look at you two," She scoffed, "Pathetic. How could you drink without us?"

Taehyung looked up and smiled, "Soona, Hey." he murmured. He turned his head and looked at the stunning female beside her and opened his mouth in shock, ".. Am I just really drunk, or is this goddess I'm staring at Kadira Lee?"

Soona giggled, "It's definitely Kadira, isn't she stunning!?"

KD flashed a smile and chuckled a bit.

"Stunning is far too modest." Tae scoffed, "She's out of this world," he placed his hand over his face, "Do I need to worry about you and pull the big brother card? Pretty sure the majority of the guys here are going to want to be all up on you tonight."

"No need to worry about me Tae," KD said, running her hands through his hair, "I doubt that's gonna happen."

"Yeah right," Tae rolled his eyes.

"Is.. Theo alright?" Soona giggled nervously.

All three of them turned their heads to the blue haired male whose face was as red as a cherry tomato, lying with his head on the table.

"He'll be fine," Tae waved him off, he passed Soona and KD red cups and signaled them to the fridge.

Soona squealed and rushed to the fridge, searching for the fruity liquor. Once she found some, she grabbed KD's cup and put ice in it, then poured a good amount of the liquor. KD hesitantly looked at her friend.

"Don't worry, it's not hard liquor." Soona reassured her.

KD inhaled, and gulped the cup down.

"Woah," Soona shouted, "When did you become a party animal KD?"

"Oh shut up," She grunted, "Pour me another cup."

"Yeah!" Tae shouted, "That's what I'm talking about,"

Time passed by, and the amount of liquor in KD's system grew more and more. Slowly becoming intoxicated, she sat on the couch zoning out.

"Woah KD, You alright?" Soona touched her shoulder, concerned.

KD stared into the crowd of people.

"Kadira!" She snapped her fingers in front of KD's face.

"Hm," KD Finally snapped out of her trance.

"You alright?" She said moving her dreadlocs behind her ear,

"I'm fine, really fine." KD giggled.

Suddenly, Her eyes flowed towards the door, where a male with black, slick hair walked into the living room. No doubt this guy was stunning, his beauty was far beyond anything Kadira had seen in her life.

"Who- Who is he?" KD pointed towards the door in shock.

"Oh him," Soona said in a sneaky tone, "That's Park Jimin, he's not really known for anything but his beauty and the fact that his parents own a famous Café. Why? Wanna talk to him?"

KD shook her head, "Nah, too angelic."

"What do you mean? You two would be perfect." Soona scoffed.

KD shook her head in disagreement, "Nope, that would never work. Pretty boys like him break hearts." She took another sip from her cup, and threw it on the floor," I wanna dance."

Soona's eyes widened, "Uhm no.. You are in no condition to be dancing."

"Oh shut up!" KD stuttered, "You're not my mom." She hopped on top of the living room table, and started giggling.

"KD got down from there," Soona said, regretting her decisions on giving her alcohol in the first place.

Suddenly, Soona heard the speakers start playing "28 Reasons by Seulgi" and instantly start praying that KD didn't pay any mind to it.

But of course she did.

She start rocking her hips to the music, and singing.

"Tae come help me!" Soona shouted to him from the living room.

Tae laughed and walked to the living room, "Alright KD.. That's enough," He gently grabbed her arm, trying to get her down off the table.

"No, I gotta finish the dance," She yelled, pulling away from Tae's grasp.

People started laughing, singing the song with her, and recording her foolishness.

Before the song could finish, KD started rubbing her forehead, "Shit my head.."

"Oh honey, I think you should go upstairs and go lay down." Soona said, finally getting her off the table, touching her face, "You're burning up."

"Mkay," KD said standing up, almost falling to the ground.

"Woah there, You need help getting upstairs?" Soona grabbed her.

"I got it." She stuttered.

"KD you're drunk." Soona argued.

"No, No." KD slurred, "I can manage." She regained her balance and headed upstairs.

Walking past locked doors, She attempted to find an unoccupied room. She came across a room with the door unlocked and opened it, only to see a fully naked couple, kissing on the bed, "Wow!" She gasped in shock and embarrassment.

The couple jumped up in a fright and panicked.

KD quickly covered her eyes, "For future reference, lock the door." She muttered nervously before leaving back out.

She walked down the hallway, replaying that image of the couple in her head, "God.. I never wanna see that again." She mumbled to herself.

Finally she found a room that was completely empty, and luckily had a bed that looked comfortable. She slid her shoes off and plopped on the bed, letting out a deep sigh before falling asleep.

About Twenty minutes later, Kadira was awakened by someone opening the door. She turned around in shock, letting out a frightened gasp, "Who the hell-" To her surprise, the same angelic male who she had seen downstairs, was standing in the door, with a confused look on his face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The male asked, in a deep but soft voice.

"I'm Kadira," She groaned, still intoxicated, "And I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here? Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Well if you haven't noticed, this party is in the boys lounge.. Therefore, these rooms up here are the boys' dorm rooms.." He explained, "This. Is my room."

KD's eyes widened in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my bed." He chuckled, pointing to the bed she was lying on.

Kadira slurred, as she sat on the side of the bed palming her forehead, "Oh I'm so sorry, I had no clue-"

"Nah, It's fine, it's fine." He assured her, laughing, "I don't mind." He walked around the bed and went into his closet, pulling out a black hoodie, and unbuttoning his white button down shirt., "You look familiar, Aren't you the girl who was standing on the table singing a couple of minutes ago?"

"I was, wasn't I.." She sighed, palming her forehead in embarrassment.

"It was pretty entertaining," He chuckled, "Why'd you come up here?"

"I was just trying to sleep this-" She muttered, turning to the male, quickly turning back, "Woah.. What the hell are you doing?"

Jimin looked at her with confusion, "I'm changing my shirt? Problem?"

"Yes!" Kadira yelled, "I mean no, this is your room but I'm still in here. I can leave if you're gonna-"

"I said there's no need for that. I don't mind you being here." He shrugged.

"But you're changing, I don't wanna see all of that." She scoffed, "I barely know you."

Jimin laughed, "There were abt ten guys downstairs shirtless. Didn't bother you then did it?"

KD stuttered, "No.. But I still don't wanna see-"

"Yet, I see you watching me from the corner of your eye," Jimin scoffed, "I'm sorry. But that shirt was stained, and I couldn't stand the sight of it."

"Uh-huh.." KD mumbled, staring at the male from a far, suddenly she got this massive shock of pain in her stomach, "Fuck.."

"Oh shit," Jimin said, rushing over to the female who was groaning in pain leaning over the bed, "You alright?"

"Mhm," She hummed, "I'll be fine." She grunted, gripping the side of her stomach.

"No, No you won't not without some medicine," he said rushing into his bathroom, and grabbing a bottle of pills that read, "Hangover no more" on the front of it, he rushed to his mini fridge and grabbed a small water bottle, "Here take this."

KD looked up at the male and realized she was closer to him than she thought, his beauty was like no other. She grabbed the pill and took the water bottle with it.

Jimin silently looked at the female as she took the pill, and took a sip of the water he gave her, "You said your name was Kadira right?" He smirked.

She nodded.

"Well Kadira," He said in a seductive tone, "This is my first time seeing you at one of these parties, how come I haven't seen you at others"

"I don't enjoy parties." She looked back up at the male and saw that he was somewhat tipsy, his rosy cheeks showed it all.

"Why not" He smiled.

"Dunno... Just don't be around lots of people." She muttered, she looked down at her feet, avoiding looking into his eyes.

"That's surprising to hear after seeing your little performance downstairs," He chuckled.

"Its the drinking that's doing that," She shrugged, "Parties and people really aren't my thing, my friend forced me to come here."

"And you're telling me," He said, lifting her chin up, "A pretty girl like you stays in her dorm room all day?"

"Guess so." She laughed nervously, "God why is he so close," She thought.

Jimin stared at Kadira for about a good three minutes, her heart started pounding out of her chest.

"Y'know.." Kadira slurred, "You're not so bad yourself.." she felt her body moving closer to him, in her mind she thought What the hell am I doing.

"Oh yeah?" Jimin laughed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Yeah.. Your facial features are.. Beautiful." She muttered.

Jimin slowly inched closer to her, with his hand slowly approaching her thigh, "Keep going," he said in a slightly seductive tone, as if he was aroused by her talking about his beauty.

"Like, your eyes are very vibrant, and your lips.. They look very soft." Kadira whispered.

"Really?" he smirked, bringing his face closer to hers, "Wanna feel how soft they are?"

"Huh?!" Kadira said in a slight panic, "No I don't think-"

"Shh." Jimin pressed his lips against hers. As much as Kadira wanted to hold back, she couldn't get enough of the taste and feeling of his soft lips.

Slowly, his hands made their way up the side of her dress, fidgeting with her underwear.

"Wait.." KD muttered, moving his hand, "I've never.. Done this before."

Jimin chuckled a bit, he lifted her chin and smiled, "Neither have I."

KD's eyes widened in shock, there was no way this man was a virgin.

Jimin pulled Kadira back into a kiss as he slowly took his shirt off.

Kadira opened her eyes for a split second, only to see the male's upper body.

"Like what you see?" Jimin smirked, as he picked Kadira up by her thighs, and pinned her against the wall.

Something about the warmth of his hands sent chills down Kadira's body.

Jimin started gripping her thighs a little more roughly, kissing her passionately, down to her neck, giving her small hickeys.

Kadira started letting out slight moans, as she clung onto Jimin.

"Not only are you pretty..." Jimin grunted, "Your moans are too." He tossed her back onto the bed, as he kissed his way down to her inner thighs, slowly pulling her dress off, exposing her black lingerie.

Jimin smiled, "Every little thing about you is just beautiful." He said running his hand down her skin, making Kadira jolt up a bit.

He continued to leave hickeys all over her body, listening to Kadira's small moans and whimpers of pleasure, "You don't understand how bad you're turning me on right now.." He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants.

Kadira stayed silent as she watched the male strip naked in nothing other than his boxers.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Kadira on top of him, refusing to break from the kiss. Kadira sat on his lap, and felt his bulge rubbing between her thighs.

"Fuck.." Jimin groaned, as they were grinding against each other, "This is turning you on, huh? I can feel it." He laid her back on the bed, and pulled her underwear down.

Kadira jumped up, Jimin gently kissed her inner thigh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be gentle.."

He continued to kiss her inner thigh, and gradually made his way down to her vaginal area, first kissing it, then letting his tongue slide in between the lips.

"Oh god," KD whimpered, as she felt the warmth of Jimin's tongue.

Jimin smiled as he pressed his tongue by her entrance, and slowly placed his finger under it.

He looked up at her, "Ever masturbated before?"

KD shook her head.

Jimin nodded, "Then this might hurt a bit, but I need you to relax for me..okay?"

Kadira was hesitant, but something about him made her want to trust him, she nodded and allowed him to proceed.

Jimin rubbed his finger against her dripping cunt, then slowly inserted a finger inside of her, causing her to let out a loud moan.

"Fuck... that feels..." She whimpered, "Weird.."

"Its gonna feel weird at first," Jimin reassured her, "I'm gonna start moving my fingers now."

Kadira nodded, as he started moving his fingers in and out of her.

Jimin felt her tense up around his fingers, "Relax.." he whispered, as he continued to use both his tongue and fingers at the same time.

That feeling drove Kadira insane, her moans and whimpers grew louder and louder. For someone to be a virgin, he definitely knew what he was doing.

Jimin got up and slid his fingers out, leaving her shivering slightly, "I think you're ready now."

Kadira looked at him confused for a moment, as he jumped on top of her, pulling his boxers down. Her eyes widened in shock, No way in hell is that thing fitting inside of me. She thought.

Jimin started rubbing his length against her entrance, moaning softly, "Im gonna slowly put it in now, it shouldn't be as bad since I loosened you up a bit but just tell me when it's too much,"

Kadira nodded.

Jimin slowly slid inside of her, making them both let out loud moans, "Shit.."

Kadira whimpered, holding onto his back, as he slowly thrusted into her, slightly in pain.

Jimin felt how tense she was getting on the inside, and looked at her dead in her eyes, intertwining his fingers with hers, "Hey, Relax and look at me, don't take your eyes off me."

Kadira obeyed and felt this weird satisfaction from just looking into his lust filled eyes.

Jimin continued to thrust into her, slowly at first, but gradually going faster.

Their synced moans filled the room, Kadira started shaking, reaching her climax.

Suddenly everything went blank...

"KD!" shouted a feminine voice, "KD wake up."

KD opened her eyes a bit and groaned, "mm.."

"Time to go." Soona said, shaking her, "Whose clothes are you in?"

"What?" KD said, sitting up, looking down at herself, only to see she was wearing an oversized sweater.

"Nevermind that, lets go," Soona scoffed, "We gotta go pack."

Kadira got out of the bed, and rubbed her head.

When they arrived back at their dorm room, they started packing their bags, to get ready to leave.

Soona went into KD's room and sat on her bed, "So,"

KD looked up at her while she was packing her suitcase.

"Anything happen when you went upstairs yesterday?" Soona smirked.

KD raised her eyebrow, "No?.. "

"Hmm.." Soona hummed, "That's funny, because as soon as you went upstairs yesterday, pretty boy came to ask me if you were alright. About thirty minutes later, people say they seen him go upstairs, and you just so happened to be sleeping in his dorm room this morning."

Kadira started replaying last night in her mind, " I dunno what you're talking about."

Soona leaned closer to Kadira, and noticed multiple small purple, reddish marks on her neck, "Kadira."

Kadira looked at her, "Yes?"

"Did you hook up with pretty boy last night?"

"Uhm..No." She hesitated.

"You did!" She shouted in excitement, "You had to, your neck says it all! Oh my god how was it?"

"Did you hear me? I said I didn't" KD scoffed.

"You can deny it all you want, because not only did they say they saw him walk in there last night, they said they heard all types of noises coming from his room." Soona scoffed, "Who knew you could be sick a freak in bed KD,"

"Stop that," She said, pushing Soona away from her.

"Oh my gosh, my baby is growing up." Soona groaned with fake tears, "She finally has become a woman. You're very first one night stand"

"Would you shut the hell up," Kadira laughed, "It's not that serious."

"Was it good?" Soona teased.

KD smiled, "from what I can remember it was nice.. We both were pretty drunk."

"Doesn't matter, You had a one night stand, I'm just proud." Soona went on and on about it.

Though Kadira was embarrassed about that childish decision she made, when she replayed the memories of last nights, she definitely thought it was worth it.

#bts #bangtan #bts icons #bangtanarmynet #bts moodboard #bts smut #namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #taehyung smut #bts fic #park jimin #jimin smut #bts jimin #jimin fluff #jimin headers

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xi. the maiden

meet me in the dark, kiss me in the moonlight

asoiaf ff | jon snow x fem!oc

summary: jon and elle dance word count: 1212 warnings: none author's note: a bit of a happier chapter before next week

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Jon had just finished his fifth cup of ale and his head was slowly turning dizzy.

He was to become a black brother, and Sam was as well. And Pyp and Grenn and Matt, and Albett and Halder and Dareon and Toad. Not a ranger but a steward, but that annoyance was at the far back of his mind. Right now all he could focus on was the music, the ale, and Elle sitting on the table beside him.

I loved a maid as green as spring with sunrise in her hair I loved a maid as white as winter with moonglow in her hair

Over the voices of the over two dozen brothers roaring Jon could barely hear her voice, but what he could hear was enchanting. She sometimes looked down at him, the smile never leaving her face, even as Toad started bawling out the most horrendous of drinking songs.

The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring. But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel, and its kiss was a terrible thing.

They all sang loudly, even Jon, who had never sung in his life. Something about the mixture of the alcohol, the heat, and his brothers stumbling over their own feet trying to dance really did it to him.

Perhaps she was taken By the king's enemies Dragons, Snakes, or even the Others

Perhaps she was mistaken For a lone orphan child And sent to one of the brothels

Dareon sang "Iron Lances", “The Seasons of my Love”, "The Burning of the Ships", "The Wayward Princess", "The Dornishman's Wife", and a lot more songs that Jon didn't recognise. Elle, however, seemed to know them all by heart. Especially the more southern sounding tunes.

They got interrupted in their singing by a drunken Matt falling into Dareon, who lost the grip on his fiddle and dropped it on the ground. Thunderous laughter filled the room.

“Watching you trying to dance is like watching a fish trying to walk,” Elle said with a laugh.

Matt got up from the floor, though not without trouble. “Then you do better, my lady,” he slurred.

“Without a partner?” she said in a mocking voice. “What kind of lady would I be to dance alone?”

“Mayb's our Lord Snow would join you.” Grenn's speech was even more slurred. “He seems like he's know a thing or two.”

Elle smiled down at him, a question in her eyes.

Jon knew he shouldn't. Only lords danced with pretty ladies, and he wasn't one. But he did know how to dance - a long story that somehow ended with all of his siblings and Theon having lessons together - and with the alcohol in his blood the need to touch Elle won out.

“But only if it's a song I know!”

The men cheered, too drunk to fully understand the implications of what this kind of dance meant.

(Jon included.)

Elle jumped off the table with elegance. “That will not be a problem. I suggest “Lions of the East”.”

More cheers.

Jon knew the song, thankfully. It was a joyous one from the Stormlands, and one that Lady Catelyn had them practise to.

She held out her hand to him, palm facing the ceiling. Jon took it and was promptly pulled to his feet.

“Do not worry,” Elle whispered in his ear as she led him into the middle of the little circle that had formed after supper. “I will lead.”

Dareon played the beginning tune on his fiddle. Jon took his position across from Elle. She smiled with so much joy, he could do nothing else but mirror it.

The song was quick, the steps even more so. But with Elle leading him, and the clapping of his brothers edging him on, the movements quickly came back to him.

Elle somehow managed to sing while she was dancing across from him. The way they came so close time and time again, he could hear her voice more clearly.

What he previously thought to be simply beautiful, turned out to be one of the most entrancing voices he had ever heard. It drew him in, kept him close, commanded his every movement.

How she managed to sound so wonderful while keeping her movements as certain as if she were fighting was beyond him.

Jon moved in again and their hands touched.

After so much time, after seeing her so often, after fearing to be disappointed, he could not get enough of the feel of Elle's hands in his. They were smaller than his, though not by much, and cold, which was a relief in the stuffy room they were in. Jon didn't know why he had expected her hands to be soft - he had seen her work with them almost every time they met, of course they would be calloused.

(He much preferred them that way.)

Through the dance Jon got to touch Elle a lot more than he would have ever dreamed of. His hands on her waist, hers on his shoulder, catching her and twirling her, feeling her breath on his lips.

The song ended with a loud shout from everyone in the room, and Jon holding Elle in his arms. She smiled up at him, a faint pink colouring her cheeks. They both breathed heavily.

He pulled Elle up, not letting her go yet. He needed to treasure every moment he had with her, before having to swear his vows on the morrow.

His vows.

Jon took a step back, letting Elle's hands fall from his. She looked hurt for a single beat of their hearts, before smiling again broadly and cheering along with the other men.

He had to have imagined that look on her face. Because there was no way Elle could possibly feel something similar to what he was feeling.

“Another one!” one of the men shouted.

“Oh, no, absolutely not,” Elle answered with a laugh, falling down on her table again. “That was quite enough for one evening.”

Jon sat down beside her again. She took a deep swig of her ale. He did as well.

“Where's the music?” Albett said excitedly.

Dareon strung up the first few cords, when the door opened and Commander Mormont stepped in, followed by a gust of cold wind.

Everyone fell silent.

“I think you lot have had your fun for tonight. Everyone to their barracks now.”

A groan went through the room. Even though some shouts of protest could be heard, no one dared to truly go against Mormont.

Slowly, everyone filed out of the room. Elle went ahead of Jon, stepping out into the freezing night. He shivered.

Elle smiled at him. “Have a good night.”

As Jon watched Elle walk down the wooden path and towards her tower, he felt a firm hand grip his shoulder. When he turned around he looked into the concerned eyes of his Lord Commander.

“Be careful, Jon.”

“I am.”

It was the truth. He was careful, has always been, all of his life. That would not change now. He would swear his vows on the morrow and fully commit himself to the Night's Watch. He knew himself. And he knew Elle. Nothing would happen. All would be well.

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#fic: stars above songs below #fic: meet me in the dark kiss me in the moonlight #asoiaf oc #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfic #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfic #jon snow #jon snow x oc #elle sand

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makoredeyes · 5 months ago

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Hi! You have an old Naruto fan fiction called Blind. It’s about kakashi and iruka. I have been trying to find it after a long time but am not having any luck. Could you possibly show me where to find it or send it to me? it was amazing .

thanks,

you’re amazing

Wild you're the second person to ask me about that fic in the last month? What's in the water that's got people missing it suddenly!?

I took that fic down, along with all of my other stuff on ff . net for a number of reasons, but I have no intentions of ever re-upping any of that stuff anywhere. That's a different me from a different time and I've grown so much as a writer since then I don't know if I could post it all and face just. leaving it alone without trying to completely re-work it all. Which I don't have spoons for, to say the least. The good news is, I do still have it. 2 rules:

DO NOT re-post this work. You may download it (which I recommend. It is too large for Google Docs to handle gracefully and it will take some time to load fully, and once it does, I recommend downloading it in the file type of your choice and leaving it alone.), or view it as linked, but if I find it somewhere on the web I will defend it with fire and brimstone like you wouldn't believe. I removed my works because I don't want them hosted anywhere anymore. I do not believe in "preserving" a writer's work that they have taken down by re-hosting it elsewhere, without their permission. Keeping a copy of your comfort fic for yourself is one thing, but redistributing stuff is bad juju.

2. Please keep in mind this fic is 19 years old (almost to the date) and is both a product of its time, and MY time, fresh out of high school, and in an era that viewed this kind of fic differently. I have not altered it at all from how it was posted. It has likely not aged all that great. 20 years will do that to things.

Anyway here's the thing.

(omg it's a direct download from ffnet and it's got all my author's notes after every chapter I'm such a freaking nerd. ((I'd love to say 'was' but nothing has changed. not really)) I'm just insufferable in some of these notes, what a time capsule lmaoo)

#makorwrites #old fanfic #naruto fanfiction #fanfic Blind #google docs stash #good grief where are you people coming from!?#also welcome to my little hollow under this rock I guess #seeing how while yes #I have been using the exact same tag name since 1998 and should be easy to find #I am not really on any other social media lol

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tuiyla · 2 years ago

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You might have not have an opinion on this but I’ve been rewatching Grilled Cheesus and I feel like the framing is so weird?? It’s fundamentally about Kurt and his dad and since they start the whole religious thing FOR Kurt to support him, the issue shouldn’t be religion. As soon as Kurt said he didn’t everybody to pray for him in school, and that it made him uncomfortable enough to complain, it should just be done. Everybody can pray themselves, leave the Hummels out of it. Thoughts?

I have thoughts!

I have a vague memory of debating this with people on the sub, back in the day because the framing is so weird. It's that Glee problem of feeling like they must suddenly be a PSA and present all angles, even at the cost of character and a satisfying narrative. The other glaring instance I can think of is the suicide discussion scene with the God Squad in 3x14. Why must they always do this with Kuinn?

The problem with Grilled Cheesus is that it's trying to be Kurt's story but also wants to present this middle road of "religion works for some and not for others". And there aren't any inherent problems with that messaging. It's perfectly valid for people to seek comfort in religion and equally valid for others not to want anything to do with it. But this is Kurt's story and he makes his feelings clear. It's frustrating to watch characters cross his boundaries and insist that he's being ungrateful when he's already going through an extremely traumatic time. I honestly don't know why Glee thought this was the way to achieve balance.

I think everyone is being kind of a prick to Kurt in this episode, frankly. Even sweet Mercedes whose good intentions I appreciate and I usually stan is being way too pushy with her closest friend. All Kurt needed was her support and respect and Mercedes is usually excellent at giving that but the episode uses her and Quinn as religious spokespeople. They're ideas in Grilled Cheesus, not people. At least Mercedes is still more respectful than Quinn but even she's being way too pushy. No should be no. And even if some of Kurt says is harsh, he's still allowing people to do whatever they want with their faith and is just asking them to leave him and Burt alone. The prayer scene in the hospital feels particularly disrespectful. Because yes, who knows how Burt feels and it can't hurt, but Kurt has explicitly asked them to back off. Pray at home or at church, ffs! And no, I don't think Carole had the 'authority" to overwrite Kurt's wishes in this particular case. If anything, Carole should have stood behind Kurt.

The characters advocating for religion or even a conversation really betray that they aren't truly in it for Kurt. Otherwise, they would have left well enough alone the moment Kurt expressed discomfort. There's a time and a place for civil debates but right after his dad's heart attack ain't it. And I love Quinn and write a lot about how dirty she was done and all that so I feel I have permission to say this but she just really sucks in this episode. She feels so entitled and makes it clear that her making a statement about faith is more important to her than Kurt's feelings. I wouldn't say someone like Sue who is ardently on the opposite side is much better because she doesn't have Kurt's best interests in mind, either, but she's at least a little more supportive. And she's supposed to be the villain! And don't get me started on William Shitecester who takes this as an opportunity for dialogue. What a shit teacher you must be to prioritize a lesson over the wellbeing of a student in crisis.

I also dislike how people ignore Kurt's valid reasons to dislike religion, again a sign of hypocrisy. Because yeah, Kurt is being kinda harsh but who wouldn't give him a pass in this situation, and the ignorance of the Glee Club to not consider the church's historic distaste for gay people is infuriating. Easy to say god welcomes everyone or whatever when people like you haven't been persecuted for hundreds of years. And as all this is going on Kurt is getting severely bullied at school for being gay so what excuse do they have for not taking his identity into consideration? That they don't really care. Everyone is so self-absorbed and self-righteous in this episode it's painful to see.

The audacity of people to call Kurt ungrateful and intolerant is what pisses me off the most. On the one hand, the episode works well to establish how alienated Kurt is starting to feel even within the New Directions and it builds towards him going to Dalton, which I like and consider good storytelling. On the other, it's incredibly frustrating to watch this kid be so isolated when he would need his friends the most just because Glee decided (and in-universe Schue) that they wanted to preach about religious tolerance. Just leave the damn kid alone. It's just one of those instances where we should not be having philosophical discussions; literally who gives a fuck, Kurt might lose his only living parent! So Grilled Cheesus as a whole is a frustrating watch despite me appreciating certain storytelling elements.

If anything, Anon, I have too many opinions on this. Some of it is strong feelings about the injustice and hypocrisy of it all but the rest are just frustrations on a story level because it feels so unnecessary. But the bottom line is that Kurt was right and his friends should have respected him more than their religious preaching. And again, just pray at home or go to church and discuss it with your pastor. Not the time to try and convince your friend that religion can be good, actually. Who gives a fuck, literally read the room Stacy.

#nothing makes me go into such a protect kurt mood like grilled cheesus does #literally why does everyone else suck so bad #they're just so... ignorant of the weight of the situation #can you stop thinking only about yourself for one second #and again mercedes has the best of intentions #but maybe what kurt needed was for you to LISTEN #i could go on honestly #i think i summarized most of my thoughts but there's more where that came from #glee asks #anon #kurt asks #kurt hummel #grilled cheesus

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