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arbitrarykiwi · 3 months ago

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Third Times a Charm: Taste Test 1/3

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x AFAB Reader smut series

Summary: you ran into him three separate times. First was at a party, second time was at a club. And like his favorite drugs, he was addicted. The third time? Well he wasn’t going to let you get away so easy. Third times a charm and he was going to get his fix. ((Non-squid games au))

Warnings: smut(18+), drug usage(be safe, don’t do drugs, i don’t condone drug usage, all that jazz), mixing substances (…it’s a Gyu fic…there’s gonna be drugs) alcohol mentions, sex while under the influence, fingering, dirty talk, choking, exhibitionism, (he fingers you at a party), proof read but im dyslexic so spelling errors, read at your own risk

Additional chapters: Oral Fixation 2/3 , Bodytalk 3/3

The first time you ran into him was a house party.

You weren’t sure how you even ended up there- maybe a friend through a friend? You didn’t care, you were here for a good time!!

The music was loud, bodies were crowded around in someone’s loft apartment, drinks were flowing, and drugs were being passed around. You find yourself people watching as you sip from a solo cup filled with some liquor. Your friend group brings you out of a trance. Your mostly empty cup is thrown to the ground and someone replaces it with a shot.

“C’mon! take it and then hit this shit!” Your friend says pointing to the shot glass then she holds up her hand. On the top of her hand, along the back of her thumb was a white substance that you were familiar with. Wasn’t your drug of choice- but right now it seemed like just what you needed. You imagined that the heightened experience the substance would give you would only help to make this night more fun.

You quickly take the shot, the liquor burning your throat. “Now for your chaser!!” Your friend laughed and cheered, holding up her hand with the white powder.

Your nose brushes her hand, inhaling the powder and bringing your head back with a sigh. Immediately your senses are heightened, you feel like you’re buzzing and soon you’re laughing along with the group of girls who excitedly cheer on your escapades.

Your friends drag you into the crowd, the loud thrum of the music enchanting you into following them, a sway in your hips as you make your way into the sea of dancing bodies.

In the massive wave of dancing party goers- you got separated from your friends somehow, the music and substances keeping you dancing alone in the sea of people you seemed to pay no attention to. The loud vibrating bass of the song has your hips swaying, your arms running over the sides of your own body before reaching up into your hair. You felt free, all in your own little world, the drugs and alcohol in your blood stream making you feel like you're flying.

His hand snaked around the left side of your waist, across your stomach, securing itself on the right side of your waist, pulling you back against him.

You could turn around and throw a punch…but the skillful way his hips move against yours, the way his cologne fills your nose, and not to mention the multiple substances in your system, you find yourself moving your hips with his hand guiding you.

You tilt your head back to get a look at who is dancing behind you. He had dark eyes, dark hair to match. His hair was just long enough to tuck behind his ears, strands falling loose as he leans down to your ear. A silver chain is around his neck that falls tantalizingly between his collarbones. You smile sweetly at him.

“Here I was thinking I’d have to ask for your name first.” He says, a low timbre in his voice as he squeezes the small of your waist for emphasis.

His voice sends a shiver up your back. It’s a low gravely tone that tickles the shell of your ear. It has a mocking, degrading lilt to it, one that makes this all the more exciting.

“Maybe I want to do it different…” You found yourself humming as you turn yourself towards him, arms finding purchase around his shoulders. Your fingers play with the hair that sits at the base of his neck- an attempt to tease him or to ground yourself from the raging high, you weren’t sure.

His eyebrows raise as he looks down at you, his pupils blown and the whites of his eyes tinged red- at least he was just as fucked up as you, if not more. A look of a strange intrigue washes over his face as he looks you over. He’s overt about it, eyes looking at the swell of your breasts that is visible thanks to the low v-cut shirt you decided to wear.

It’s sleazy. But it’s so hot.

“Different, huh?” He hums, his arm around the small of your back keeping you pressed against him. You can feel the growing hard on that’s tenting his black slacks. He’s shameless about it too, making sure to maneuver your lower half over his erection with a deliberate guidance. “And how do you intend to do that, pretty thing?” He added with a tilt of his head, looking down at you with a smirk that you were sure was a drug in itself, making you feel higher the more you stared at him.

“You’ll have to earn it. Impress me and I’ll give you my name.” You say as you reach up to grab the silver chain that’s around his neck, pulling at it. He leans down, his face inches away from yours. You can feel the way his breath hitches as stares at your lips then to your eyes. “You think you could do that?” You say with a grin, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

He chuckles, a low vibration that has you spinning. You could swear he was in your brain with how the deep laugh of his resounded throughout your mind and ignited goose bumps over your whole body. You can’t even respond before he swings you back around. Your back once again pressed to his chest as he slips a leg between yours, hovering you above his thigh as he moves your hips back against him.

It’s as if you are in another world, just you and him. Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a sigh of ecstasy. The people around you don’t matter, the music just a distant bass to keep the tempo of your hips. You were sure you couldn’t even focus enough to hear the lyrics if you tried. All that mattered was the feeling of his back pressed to yours, the feeling of the drugs and alcohol in your system, his rough hands gripping at the plush of your hips, and his hard on digging at the small of your back.

It was quick motion, one he did with such strategy you didn’t even realize what was happening until you felt the rough material of his pants drag against your core. Your eyes shoot open and a gasp leaves your mouth as he moves you in a deliciously slow back and forth motion along his thigh.

He guided you against him with a fluidity that had you second guessing just how much drugs you did. His head drops low once again to press his face against the side of your head. He takes a deep breath that has a shiver running up your spine as he shamelessly breathes in your scent. One of his hands travels from your hip, up your torso, and over your breasts to your sternum. Stopping there, his large hand is splayed across your collar bones, his thumb rubbing at the base of your neck.

Loud music be dammed, he was going to feel you come undone. And if he couldn’t hear the small whines and pants of breath that spilled out of your mouth while he moved you against his thigh- contributing to the growing wet spot in your panties- he was going to feel it.

He was feeling your breaths. The way your breath hitched when he flexed his thigh, the way it caught in your throat if he ground you down just a little bit harder, the way your chest rose- your whine lost to the loud music, when he ran his hand higher on the column of your neck, threatening to begin squeezing.

“How ‘bout this, hm? Impressed you enough?” He hums low, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear. Before you could retort, say some bratty comment, anything…he speaks again. “You can’t even deny it, pretty. I can feel you making a mess on my pants.”

You whimper, feeling embarrassed that you were letting him move you like this in the crowd of people around you that dance along to the music. You know he wasn’t lying either, you could feel the wetness from your panties bleed into his pants, making a mess that only helps him to move you against his thigh.

You just nod, a pathetic response, your head tilting back against his shoulder. You let him manipulate your body against his, his hand moving up your sternum to your neck, grasping at it and pulling you back against him more, tiling your head to look back at him.

“Look at you, fucked up beyond belief…on what is it? 4 different substances.” He rambles with a degrading tone, a large smirk on his face as he takes in the details of your face. Pupils blown, whites of your eyes stained red and your eyebrows turned up in a desperate expression that has a growl resounding from his throat. “And yet here you are…letting me manhandle you like this.”

He swears he could cum right then and there just by the look you were giving him. Eyes hazy and looking back at him with a doe eyed stare, lips parted as you try to find your words.

You can’t feel yourself become hotter, it’s like you can feel every thread of his pants kiss against your clit as he drags you against him. You bite your lip, trying to keep in your sounds, hoping to keep some decorum in the crowded house party. Letting a man you didn’t know get you off on his thigh? How debauched.

But you loved it.

“You poor thing…how am I supposed to learn your name if you can’t even speak.” He says with a chuckle, squeezing at your neck. You watch as he just stares at you, like you were the most delicious thing he ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes on. “I’ll go first…help you out a little, since I’m so nice.”

He snakes his hand on your hip around to the front of your stomach, and then lower, pushing down as he gyrates your hips harder against his thigh.

“W-wait, a-ahh-“ You didn’t even mean to let the wanton plea slip from your lips, but as it does, it just spurs him on. “Feels good doesn’t it?” He chides with a laugh, enjoying how easy you seem to be falling apart under him.

The drugs running through your system don’t help you, they make every feeling 100x more emphasized and it is damn near pathetic how little it’s taking you to get worked up. As much as you wish to say some snarky remark back, you can’t even think straight enough to scold yourself for not having more resilience.

“Name’s Nam-Gyu.” He says simply, stating his name first like he promised, his hand now working to bunch up the front of your skirt. The idea that anyone in this house party could look and see the two of you is still very prevalent but you couldn’t care. He releases your neck only to bring a hand up to your hair at the back of your head and force you to look down. The visual of his hand playing with the small bow of the panties you had on has your eyes fluttering shut with a shaky breath. You force your eyes open to look again. The ring on his pointer finger is cold against the skin of your pubic bone.

His fingers are long and thick, finding their way under your panties and making quick work to dip between your folds, smearing the mess you’ve mad. “Want you to say my name when I make you cum.” He says simply.

He is messy with it, rubbing his fingers between your folds as if he’s trying to memorize how you feel, playing with the arousal that has pooled in your underwear. He moves two fingers against your clit in soft, teasing motions.

He’s truly in his own world, mesmerized by the soft feeling of your pussy against his fingers. He swears he could do this for ages, just simply playing with you. He grins when he feels you grind up into his hand, a desperate attempt to catch your clit on his fingers anytime he pulls them back. God, you have got him hooked. As much as he wants to sit here and take his time with you, your eagerness spurs him on to continue.

He makes quick work of moving his fingers down, circling your entrance teasingly. He catches your eyes again, looking down at you with a hungry and drugged out gaze that leaves you entranced. You can’t find your words, every nerve is lit up by the feeling of his fingers- you swear you can feel his fingerprints, each microscopic ridge ruining you for anyone else that now dares to be with you.

His fingers work diligently, your wetness practically invites his two thick fingers into your cunt. You let out a choked breath, your body going slack. If it wasn’t for his one arm around your torso, you’re sure you would have fallen. When he’s knuckle deep in your walls, he pauses, a moan slipping out of his mouth as he finally feels just how tight you are. Your velvety walls were wrapping his fingers in a constricting vice that he never wants to leave.

His palm grinds into your clit as his fingers scissor themselves inside you. You writhe against him, biting into your lip hard enough to draw blood. It’s a rapid pace that has you twitching against him. It’s almost too much. The drugs in your system has you thinking his fingers were made for your cunt. The way they move in a delicious rhythm, spreading you open before burring deep within your warmth once again to massage the sweet spot inside of you.

“F-fuck N-Nam-Gyu.” You whine out in a desperate attempt to get him to slow down. “There it is…sweet thing.” He coos through gritted teeth, trying to restrain himself from fucking you in the middle of the crowd. “My name sounds so good coming out of your mouth..” He responds, not letting up. You can feel your thighs begin to become covered in your own wetness, his fingers not stopping, keeping up the nearly sadistic, rapid pace.

It’s embarrassing how fast you feel yourself cumming. It’s a wild wave of white hot heat that explodes over your body. You let out a gasp, your mouth soon is covered by his free hand as the gasp quickly turns into an obscene moan. Your sounds are muffled by his hand, your own hands latching onto his forearms in an attempt to keep your body upright. You can hear him growl low as he feels your pussy clench around his fingers in a spasm, your cum spilling out over his knuckles.

“Ohh…fuck….there you go.” He hisses as he finger fucks you through your orgasm. “Squeezing my fingers so hard…shit you’d feel so good around my cock…” He growls, more to himself than you but it has just as much as an effect.

He grips your chin, turning you to face him. His lips meet yours to swallow your cries as you continue to convulse around his fingers. It’s a mess of teeth and tongue, a desperate and hungry motion. He savors every moment of it- becoming addicted to the taste of your saccharine lips.

He massages you through it, his fingers pumping in gentle curling motions, wanting to drag it out. You whimper against his lips and writhe in his grip as you grind your hips desperately into his hand.

Your lips part with a messy string of saliva. You both are panting, recovering for the oxygen lost. He looks at you as if you’re a marble statue sculpted by the hands of an ancient artist. A rare marvel on display for him and him only.

His thumb runs across your bottom lip, disconnecting the remains of your kiss.

You fall limply back into him, your body twitching from the aftermaths of your orgasm. He drops his hand from your mouth, using it to brush back the mess of hair that was in your face.

You stare blankly at the ceiling as you catch your breath. His fingers are still nestled deep inside you. He nudges your cheek with his nose. His lips pressing gentle kisses on your jaw and then under your ear. “You with me still, sweetness?” He says with a chuckle as he nudges your face again.

You laugh with him, looking over to him and nodding. “That was…” You lose your voice as you try and catch your breath, a blissed out smile on your face. “Impressive?” He says jokingly, recalling the game he was playing- trying to impress you for your name.

You laugh again, nodding, leaning back into him. His fingers still inside you, he rocks you gently to the music, the motion almost calming. “Impressive enough to tell me your name?” He asked with a grin, his lips dancing along the shell of your ear as he speaks.

You’re yanked out of your post orgasm haze by a hand gripping onto your wrist that was balled into a fist by your side. You gasp, turning back forward about to cuss out the intruder out for ruining your moment with your new acquaintance.

You’re met with the face of one of the friends you showed up to the party with. Her face twisted into a worried expression as she looks at you. “There you are! We gotta go! KJ is black out and throwing up over the balcony!” Your friend says, referring to another friend, KJ, you had arrived to the house party with.

Your friend pulls you out of Nam-Gyu’s grasp, not noticing how your face was flushed and your legs were wobbly. You whine a pathetic sound as your friend yanks you off of Nam-Gyu, his fingers pulled out of your cunt in a rapid motion. She begins to pull you frantically through the crowd. You look back desperately, trying to give him an apologetic look for being taken away, assuming he’d be annoyed by your hasty exit.

Yet you didn’t see him angry. He stood in the middle of the dance floor, in the same spot you were pulled off of him. He stares directly at you, a smirk on his face as he brings his hand that was just knuckles deep in your cunt up to the air, spreading his fingers. It’s a debauched display, only for you. Your cum is between his fingers in ribbons as he spreads the digits into a ‘V’ shape. It’s shining in the lights of the party, hard to miss. He brings his fingers in front of his face his tongue slipping out between his lips to lick between the ‘V’ shape of his fingers.

He gathers your cum on his tongue, leaving it stuck out for a brief moment- making sure you saw it- before he pops the two fingers that were inside you, inside his mouth.

He rolls eyes, his head tilted back and his mouth latched to his fingers as he makes a show of letting you know how good you tasted. He brings his head back down and winks. He pulls his fingers from his mouth and smirks before turning on his heel and disappearing into the sea of dancing bodies.

Your friends drag you out of the loft apartment where the party was hosted. You stumble down the stairs, watching as your friends help KJ, who was throwing up into a plastic bag. Your mind is elsewhere.

As you stumble down the stairs of the apartment complex you can still feel your wetness covering your thighs. It’s a raunchy feeling, one that has you second guessing your standards but you can’t stop the grin that spreads on your face as you think about him once again.

And as you’re hauled into a taxi with your friends, all you could think about was him.

Nam-Gyu.

You repeated his name in your head like a mantra. You wanted so bad to go back into that party and find him, but the diligence of taking care of your friend kept you from doing so. You just hoped by some miracle you’d see him again.

It’s like you can feel the ghost of his fingers pumping in and out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you try to remember the exact way he felt, the way he sounded, the way he smelled.

Unbeknownst to you, he was already asking other partygoers if they knew you. Despite winning your little game, impressing you for your name- you were pulled away before you could tell him your name. And he didn’t like cheaters.

After the one taste he got of you, he’d be dammned if he didn’t get another.

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pinkslipxox · 5 months ago

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love love love mom Billie could you do something when their teens?

hey my love!! Eeek yes ofc! Love you 🙈😘

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Billie sat in her home studio, surrounded by an eclectic mix of instruments, soundboards, and a wall covered in inspirational artwork and song lyrics. The familiar hum of her recording equipment created a comforting backdrop as she worked on the latest track that had been swirling in her mind.

Yet as the clock ticked closed to midnight, Billie felt an odd wave of motherly instincts overcome her. She could sense something was off, and following her instincts, she got up from her desk and walked towards her daughters’ shared bedroom, her heart racing with both curiosity and concern.

Billie panicked for a moment when she saw the two empty beds, but at the slight sound of muffled giggles and keys jingling, relief washed over her. She instinctively followed the sound to the front door. There, in the dim light of the hallway, were her twin daughters, both in their late teens, huddled together and whispering conspiratorially. They were dressed for a night out, hair perfectly styled, and a mischievous spark in their eyes.

Just then, Ava turned to the front door, her hand poised over the knob, while Mia peeked over her shoulder, clearly less sure about their plan. Before she could take another step, Billie cleared her throat, stepping into the light, her presence immediate and unwavering.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Billie asked, crossing her arms with a teasing authority.

Both girls froze, a mixture of shock and guilt flashing across their faces. Mia, with her dark hair framing her face, managed a sheepish grin, while Ava’s eyes widened, panic setting in as she quickly dropped her hand from the door.

“Um, nothing!” the first daughter, Ava, replied quickly, looking guilty.

“We were just, uh…” Mia stammered, her face pale.

Billie held up a hand, interrupting the girls’ stuttering excuses. “I can do this the easy way or the hard way,” she said, her tone playful yet firm.

Ava exchanged a nervous look with Mia. “What’s the easy way?” she asked hesitantly.

“If you want to go out, just ask. I might surprise you and say yes!” Billie replied with a grin, softening the moment. “But if you try to sneak out on me, it means I’ll have to wake up your mother—which, believe me, is the hard way.”

The twins exchanged dubious looks, the fear of waking Y/N settling in their minds. Y/N was known for her fierce protectiveness and would undoubtedly ground them for a month if she discovered their late-night plans.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Billie pressed, amusement glinting in her eyes.

Mia groaned dramatically. “Mom, we’re not trying to be sneaky! We just wanted a little freedom.”

Billie softened her gaze and walked closer. “I get it,” she said gently. “You two are growing up, and I completely understand wanting to hang out with your friends. But you know I worry about you.”

Ava took a deep breath, sensing the chance to speak her truth. “We just want to feel like we can make our own choices, Mom. Just this once?”

Billie considered their words, her maternal instincts battling with the desire to keep them safe. After a moment of silence, she sighed and smiled. “Okay, how about this: if you promise to be back by midnight, I’ll let you go—but you have to text me every hour. Deal?”

Ava’s face lit up with excitement, and Mia nodded vigorously. “Deal! Thank you, Mom!”

Billie chuckled, feeling a mix of pride and nostalgia for their shared moments. “Now go on. Have fun, but remember to be responsible. And if anything goes wrong, call me. I’m always just a text away.”

As the twins slipped out the door, elated and relieved, Billie couldn’t help but shake her head, chuckling softly to herself. She couldn’t help but feel a mixture of pride and nostalgia. Raising teenagers was a challenge, but with the right balance of trust and guidance, she knew they’d be just fine.

#billie eilish #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish fanfic #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish blurb #billie eilish x you #billie eilish fic #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish x y/n

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zvezdacito · 8 months ago

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Ranking Malleus's Valentines Messages from 2021-2024🔥

People finally got the 2024 ones so I decided to make a list like this. Mostly based off which ones have both the most interesting contents and which ones are the sweetest(?) in a sense to Yuu lol. Terminal Malleyuu brain + and I mean they are Valentines cards after all.

Going from least to most personally favored:

4th: 2023

Text: "To my dear friend-

Thank you. Never did I envision someone presenting me with the gift of sweet treats. It would be a shame for me to eat them all by myself. I think I'll share them with you. Would you be willing to provide the tea to go with them?"

Very broadly friendly and nice I guess, but the message of the text is basic and the design of the letter card is also kinda basic🥀 like tbh if you changed the color of this card you could mistake this for something Riddle wrote instead. The ones for this year really just felt like they ran out of ideas and gave up, this is the only one on this list I can say I definitely don't really like that much

3rd: 2022

Text: "To my good friend-

A gift? For me, of all people? Your tastes are...distinctive, I must say. Worry not, though- I enjoyed it, of course. What would you like in return, I wonder? I shall take great pleasure in speculating the answer to that question."

Definitely more interesting than the 2023 one and his personality really comes out in the writing here. Though because of how his closeness to Yuu is characterized here I now feel like it would make more sense if this was the first card and the 2021 was the second one, since if you take the cards to be written in a chronological timeline it kinda feels like Malleus's closeness to Yuu regressed out of nowhere

Not saying people can't change or grow apart later on, but here it kinda has the vibe that he straight up hasn't met them much yet so its as if this was earlier into their relationship. Basically feels if Book 3-4 Malleus got the gift, while 2021 is like Book 6 and onwards Malleus getting the gift.

I really like this one both for the yuu crumbs and it's characterization of Malleus himself, but it's number 3 simply by default of me personally liking the next two more. The gap between it and 2023 is huge😭

2nd: 2024

Text: "To my good friend-

Thank you for your gift. Hmm... This fragrance is meant for pleasure and relaxation? What a tasteful choice. I rather like it; perhaps I shall take more of an interest in these things. You would be welcome to pay me a visit, by the way, should you feel so inclined. I would enjoy sharing an old tale or two."

These are probably the most fun design for the letter cards so far. I think after last year (the 2023 one) they realized they really did run out of ideas for box shaped letters lol.

In general I just like the very sweet and casual friendship implied in this card. As usual he is doing everything in his power to invite Yuu to his place at any given opportunity. Cute how when they hang out they'll tell each other chismis stories, and that Malleus is gonna commit to getting into something just because Yuu gifted it to him. TLDR he's very comfortable around Yuu here that's awesome

1st: 2021

Text: "Dearest,

My thanks for such a truly wonderful present. It is only fitting that I should give you something in return. How about the gift of beauty? Perhaps the gift of song? Or... Well, never mind. Just a joke based on the legends, you know. I shall give you something I picked out myself."

I don't really think anything will ever fully top this one tbh. The greeting just being "Dearest" was so powerful they had to pull bro to the side and tell him to tone it down for the next 3 years🥀

The "gift of beauty song or..." lines can be taken as just him being 3 seconds away from jumping to smooch Yuu (given in the movie the last gift was true loves kiss related after maleficent cursed the baby) which is honestly kinda funny. Down bad /j

Ok back to the main point and minus speculations. This is tied with the 2024 one with showing how close and comfortable (shown by how forward and playful he is here no concern of maintaing image or such) this point of his relationship with Yuu is. This is also the card where he feels the most excited and energetic I guess which is why it's still my overall favorite. Displex had no choice contain the raw Malleyuu power in this one to avoid bias accusations idk

If you want to read into it more I think it's also kinda funny that this could lowkey be taken as him saying we suck at singing/look ugly. And the reason he stopped before revealing the last line is because he realize the joke had already come off as insulting to a human not familiar with the Briar Valley even if his intention was just to be playful as friends do.

Although that would be consistent with the characterization of Malleus as being honest if anyone's performance in something (even Yuu from what we see in voicelines) is lackluster.

He is constructive tho. In these same voicelines usually offers to help teach them to get better and acknowledging it as a feat/compliment itself when they slightly improve, instead of the fanon characterization (usually for masterchef comics) that once he finds out Yuu is behind something he will autonomatically just see it as good quality already.

So yeah idk that's nice and awesome

↑ Drive compiling of the rest of the 2024 Valentines letter pics I found on twitter. There's still some characters missing + trying to look for a clearer picture of the Malleus one lol

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst valentines #twst valentines 2024 #twst valentines messages

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jjjjeonww · 2 months ago

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yoon jeonghan - "Habit."

featuring: yoon jeonghan and you

~~in which, jeonghan has had the habit of calling you, but how will he get rid of it now? inspired by seventeen vcu, Habit. word count - 995. (dont mind the header, i couldn't find anything else related to the song !!) a/n: . . . @hanniescookie @rosiemain, @kyeomviiee this is for u my loves!! okay but frfr, there's gonna be a kyeom fic for kae, and a woozi fic for rosie incoming soon HAHA (its still for u guys anws) and this one is to get back at augustine bc wtf was that seokmin angst dude. it broke my heart. .. jeonghan sat alone in his apartment, the dim lamp casting a soft glow on the pages of the book he wasn't really reading. his mind was elsewhere, as it always was these days. across the room, a framed photograph of you and him caught his eye. you looked so happy in that moment, your smiles wide and genuine. but that was before everything changed.

he remembered the way your laughter would echo through the room, a melody that had become all too rare. even now, the mere thought of you brought a bittersweet ache to his chest. he wanted to believe that he was okay, that time had healed the wound she left behind, but it was a lie. a cruel deception he told himself to keep moving forward.

his gaze drifted to his phone on the coffee table. the urge to call you, to hear your voice one more time, was overwhelming. but he resisted, knowing that it would only reopen the wound, making the healing process even harder. instead, he tossed the phone aside, burying his face in his hands as a sigh escaped his lips.

the silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. he longed for the days when your laughter and his would fill the space, when they would stay up all night talking about dreams and fears. but those days were long gone, lost to the sands of time and the choices both of you had made.

he closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories that haunted him. but even in the darkness of his mind, he could see you. your smile, your eyes, the way your hair danced in the wind. he was still hopelessly in love with you, and the thought of you having a harder time in moving on brought him a twisted sense of comfort. at least then, he wouldn't be the only one hurting.

but he knew he couldn't wish pain upon you, no matter how much he longed to feel connected to you again. he had to find a way to move on, to build a life without you. even if it meant living with this constant ache in his heart, this habit of loving you that he couldn't seem to break.

you and jeonghan walked hand in hand through the park, your laughter echoing through the trees. you had met by chance, eyes locking across a crowded room, and from that moment on, you were inseparable. you had become the light to his dark days, the warmth that chased away the chill that had settled in his bones before he had known you. with you by his side, everything seemed brighter, more vibrant, more alive. your smile was contagious, your joy a melody that he couldn't get enough of.

as you strolled through the park, the autumn leaves crunching beneath your feet, jeonghan pulled you closer, his arm wrapped around your waist. you leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder, a picture of contentment and belonging. he never wanted this moment to end, never wanted to let you go.

"do you remember when we first met?" you asked, voice soft and nostalgic. "i knew from the moment i saw you across that room that you were someone special. your eyes, they held a depth, a sadness that I wanted to understand, to heal."

jeonghan smiled, the memory of that night etched into his mind. he had been attending a gallery opening with a friend, not expecting to meet the love of his life. but then your eyes had met, and everything had changed. "i remember," he said, his voice low and filled with emotion. "i felt it too, that instant connection. like a part of me had found its way home."

you both continued to walk, lost in their thoughts and the memories of their love story. you had been through so much together, weathered storms and celebrated triumphs. his love for you had only grown stronger, more resilient, with each passing day.

as they approached the old oak tree where they always sat, jeonghan pulled you into a tight embrace. cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that threatened to fall. "i love you," he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours. "i love you more than anything in this world. i want to spend the rest of my life loving you, y/n."

you smiled, a brilliant, radiant smile that took his breath away. "I love you too," you whispered back, your eyes shining with unshed tears. "forever and always, jeonghan. no matter what happens, no matter where life takes us, you will always be my home. my heart, my everything."

you sealed that promise with a kiss, a kiss that spoke of passion, of love, of a future that stretched out before you like an endless, beautiful road. ..

you were invincible, untouchable. the world could burn down around you both, and you would still have each other. that was the power of your love for each-other, the unbreakable bond they had forged through countless trials and triumphs.

but as with all things in life, your story was not destined to be a fairy tale. the path you walked together wasn't always smooth, and the weight of your past mistakes and misunderstandings would eventually take a toll. the arguments that started as mere disagreements grew louder, more heated, until the unthinkable happened.

one day, after a particularly nasty fight, you had walked away. you had left your shared apartment, taking only a small bag with your most precious belongings. you had left him behind, and with your departure, you had taken a piece of his heart with you.

and now as he sits in his once shared apartment, he feels his lips, the one that used to always call you, go completely dry, he realizes it's become a habit, a habit of calling you.

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channiesluvrclub · 2 months ago

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ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? - ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʀ ʙᴀɴɢ

A/n: Hello loves! this is my first full length smut on here, I hope all of my Chan biased people really enjoy this. This was proof read but then again there could still be some mistakes.

Info/TW: Bestfriend!Chan, Fem!reader, Slight nipple play, Oral sex Fem!Receiving, ServiceDom!Chan, Aftercare.

WC: 2.8k

You were relaxing at your best friend’s house. Bangchan was always a sweetheart and most of your hangouts usually consisted of listening to music while doing your own things. Today was like any other, the both of you on his bed, r&b music playing in the background. In this case, The Color Violet by Tory Lanez was playing. It was a song commonly appearing in multiple of your playlists.

Bangchan settled his head into the side of your thigh, his eyes closing as he let the music sink in. “Hey, I think we listen to this song just about every time we hang out.” He giggled a little as he spoke quietly.

You looked down at him humming in agreement. “Well, it is your favorite song, so I’m not surprised.” Your hands subconsciously raked through his hair as you spoke to him. He seemed to relax even further, his muscles loosening. “I think I’m gonna grab a snack from the kitchen, do you want anything?” You asked Bangchan, your hands slowing down their motions. He shook his head.

You carefully slipped out of the bed walking down to the kitchen. Bangchan often let you free roam his house considering you two were extremely close. Whatever was his was also yours, you were practically dating him at this point, you were just too scared to admit it. Thoughts of the two of you dating flushed your head as you stood in front of the pantry, gazing over the array of snacks. Meanwhile, Bangchan sat in his bedroom, thinking about you and your body. In his eyes you were the epitome of perfection, he loved everything about you. He loved the way you dressed, smelt, looked, and acted. As he thought about you, he could hear the crinkle of snack wrappers downstairs.

Bangchan thought about his possible choices for a second. He could stay here and suppress his feelings or he could go downstairs and make his move on you. Why sit around and do nothing if he felt so strongly about you? Bangchan got up and walked downstairs quietly. He snuck up behind you, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist.

You let out a high pitched squeak, dropping the bag of pretzels you had in your hands. “Bangchan?” You called out, letting out a sigh. “Shh, it’s okay angel, it’s just me.” He whispered, pressing a small kiss to the back of your neck. You shuddered under his touch, it felt so relaxing yet possessive.

You turned around to look him in the eyes. “Why are you-” He cut you off, pulling you flush to his chest, arm wrapped around your waist. “You look extra stunning today, angel. What's with the extra makeup? Are you trying to impress me, because it sure did work.” You looked into his eyes, a devilish grin creeping across his face.

Bangchan pulled you back to his bedroom, the bag of pretzels forgotten on the floor, his dog berry would probably find them within no time. Your heart raced, practically throbbing out of your chest. What did he want? Why was he doing this? Did he see you as more than a best friend?

Bangchan propped you against the pillows on his bed, hovering over you. “Is this okay?” He whispered to you, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. You nodded in response only to be met with his disapproval. “I need words angel, I wouldn't want you to turn around and say I did this against your will.” He chuckled quietly. “Yes, please Chan, I think it's about time.” You looked deep into his eyes, searching for any sense of malicious intent.

With your given consent he began to pull your t-shirt off, revealing that you had been lounging around without a bra this whole time. His eyes widened as he was met with the view of your breasts, nipples stiff and aching, all for him. He leaned down further, placing kisses down your chest until his lips reached the bud of your left breast. The way he hovered over you was tantalizing, it was as if he was teasing you. He looked up at you once more, asking for consent with his eyes. You nodded, gently running a hand through his hair. Bangchan smiled before pressing a soft kiss to the bud of your left breast, his free hand snaking up to your right breast to give it a little squeeze.

He looked up at you again. “You okay angel?” His eyes were filled with love and compassion, he truly loved and cared about you. “Yeah, I’m okay Channie.” You smiled down at him.

He continued to place kisses down your stomach, his lips now resting above the waistband of your sweats. Bangchan gently hooked his fingers under your waistband, pulling your sweats down carefully. He admired the sight of you, completely naked except for your lacy panties.

He sighed, eyes widening. “Oh angel, you’re so pretty.” He placed another kiss on your stomach before sliding your panties to the side.

You let out a small whine as the cold air hit your now exposed core. Bangchan’s eyes were glued to you, he was left breathless at the view of your pure beauty. He carefully slipped his fingers between your folds, your essence coating his long and slender fingers. His middle finger gently brushed across your clit causing you to shudder in pleasure.

You looked down at him, gently working his fingers into your core. “Channie, it feels so good. Don't ever stop.” He looked up at you, a smug grin on his face. “Then I should keep going? Maybe take it a step further?” He asked, a sultry tone in his voice. You nodded, grinding against his fingers, trying to get any traction that you could.

Bangchan got up, laying you at the end of the bed. He then got on his knees on the floor, spreading your legs partly, the soft glow of the led lights illuminating your glistening essence that had dripped onto your inner thighs. His eyes were filled with a hungry look as he spread your legs further, pressing small kisses to your inner thigh. To your surprise, he didn’t hold back, pressing a long kiss to your clit. He began to gently suck on your clit, gently nipping at the pearl with his teeth every few seconds. Not enough to hurt you but just enough pain to fuel the pleasure. You moaned into your hand, trying not to make it obvious that you were enjoying his touch so much.

Bangchan pulled away, snickering and looking up at you. “Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me angel. I want to hear you, be as loud as you please.” He smiled at you.

You looked down, slightly embarrassed. A slight blush spread across your face as he went back to licking and sucking at your clit. You could feel Bangchan’s soft hair against your thighs, the sensation being slightly ticklish. You pushed your hips closer to his face, the tip of his nose gently pressing against your clit, as his tongue now prodded at your entrance. A quiet moan slipped past your lips, the pressure on your clit being too much for you. This was an out of body experience. Your best friend making love to you was something you never expected.

Bangchan pulled away for a quick second. ��Hanging in there angel?” You looked down, eyes met with his pretty, hazy, gaze. He was drunk off of your essence. You nodded in response, laying your head back into the pillows.

Bangchan dipped his head back into your plush thighs. He teased your clit with his tongue, his middle finger circling your entrance. By now you had lost all thoughts, the only thing in your head was the washed out sound of the music, which was long forgotten. You were close to your climax when Bangchan pulled away, looking up at you.

He moved up to kiss at your breasts and collar again. “You want to go all the way?” He whispered, running a hand through your hair. You looked up at Bangchan, your eyes were hazy. “Yes, let’s go all the way. I love you… and if I’m being honest, I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He smiled after hearing your response. “Alright angel, protection of course.” He pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer.

The wrapper read “Her pleasure” That's sweet, he was always giving, never receiving. He wanted his significant other to get the pleasure rather than him. Bangchan quickly discarded of his clothing. He then opened the wrapper, throwing it in the trash before sliding the condom onto his length. “Are you sure about this angel? I want to make sure you’re not feeling pressured. You know I won’t be upset if you want to back out of this?” He smiled at you, a nurturing look in his eyes. You nodded. “I’m ready Channie, let’s do this.” He smiled at you and then pulled off your panties completely. It was getting annoying having to push them to the side every so often.

He pressed a small kiss to your lips before positioning you in missionary. You looked up at him with doe eyes. “Channie, I haven’t done this before. Please be careful?” His eyes widened when you told him you were a virgin. “Oh angel, of course I’ll be careful. You’re still a virgin?” You nodded to his question. Bangchan let out a soft sigh. “Alright angel, well you should’ve told me sooner. It’s fine though, I’ll be careful. I will warn you and I’m not gonna sit here and lie. It will hurt your first time, but I promise it will feel really good once you get used to it. Still wanna go through with this?” You looked up at him, now reverting to a criss-cross sitting position. You contemplated for a while. “Yes, I still want to do this with you. I love you and I want my first time to be with you. I trust that you’ll take care of me and make sure I’m safe.”

Bangchan smiled at you, now sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. “Alright angel, I’m glad you feel safe with me. I can’t wait to make you feel good.” He ran a hand through your hair before speaking again. “Alright angel, back into missionary.” You positioned yourself back into missionary with the help of Bangchan.

He reached over into the bedside table grabbing out a water based lube. He gently applied some to your entrance and then applied some over the condom. “Alright angel, let’s do this” He then pushed into you, his tip prodding you open. You let out a small whine of pain, you weren't used to something like this. He paused his actions, letting you adjust to his size. “Let me know when you’re ready for more angel.” He gently tapped your cheek with his index and middle finger. You were absolutely gone by now, head laid back onto the pillows, eyes rolled back. You weren't sure how to explain the feeling. It felt amazing yet there was still a tinge of pain. “Ready, please Channie.” You let out a breathy whine, beggingly.

Bangchan sighed before sinking deeper into you. He let out a strangled moan as your walls tightened around him. You tried to close your legs around him, it was a reflex. “No angel, you can’t be doing that” He smiled down at you, looking into your eyes. By now you had snapped back into reality, his brown eyes staring into yours, full of compassion and love. “Ready to keep going?” He asked, his voice was gentle, still husky though. You nodded, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the moment.

Bangchan thrusted his hips into you. He bottomed out then pulled back, slamming his hips back into you repeatedly. God this felt like heaven, it was hard to even explain how good you felt. There was a burning sensation in your stomach, like a knot. Bangchan was busy slamming into you at an unhuman pace. Nobody had ever made you feel this way. You were too busy focusing on the pure ecstasy you were getting from this moment. “Channie… feels so good!” You let out a string of moans, the knot in your stomach tightening. Bangchan could feel your walls contract against him, he knew you were nearing an orgasm. He reached one of his hands down, gently pressing on your clit with his middle finger. You threw your head back at the contact. “Oh angel, you’re so beautiful right now.” He spoke quietly. His words were enough to throw you over the edge.

You released on his cock, letting out a long string of moans as he continued to gently grind his hips against yours. Your chest heaved up and down as you rode out your climax. Bangchan gently brushed a hand through your hair as your orgasm subsided. “Look at that angel, you just had your first real orgasm.” You smiled, eyes closed as you heard his voice. It felt amazing to experience that with him. That may have been the best 15 minutes you had ever experienced. Bangchan could tell from the gleam in your eyes, which you had now opened to look into his pretty gaze. “Channie… that was the best thing I have ever experienced.” You whispered breathlessly to him.

He carefully pulled out of you, rolling off the condom and throwing it into the trashcan at his bedside. “Let’s get you and me all cleaned up, okay?” Bangchan asked you with a loving tone as you propped yourself up on the pillows to look at him. You nodded in response to his statement. He smiled before helping you off of the bed and walking you to the bathroom.

Bangchan sat you on the edge of the bathtub before turning around to grab some things from under the counter. He grabbed some bath salts and massage oil. He then turned on the bath water, letting the tub fill up. The mirror started to steam up. Bangchan put some of the bath salts in the tub. “These should help you not be in so much pain tomorrow.” He smiled down at you.

“Let's get in now.” He then stepped into the tub before sitting down. “Come on angel, just relax.” He spoke quietly, helping you into the bath carefully. You sat down, laying your back onto his chest. You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax. “Thank you Channie… I love you.” You mumbled quietly. He couldn’t believe you had said you loved him. Bangchan knew you had said it earlier but he didn't quite process it. He almost thought he misheard you. He carefully washed you off after squeezing some body wash into his hands. The liquid soap was cold and slippery against your body, the sensation was nice. His hands roamed over your curves, washing you off gently.

Once he was done rinsing you off he began to wash himself to the best of his ability with you sitting on top of him. At this point you were almost knocked out cold, still conscious but completely out of it. He finished washing himself before quietly whispering to you. “Angel, wake up, we have to get out of the tub.” Your eyes slowly fluttered open. He helped you up, then stood himself up. Once the two of you were out of the tub Bangchan wrapped you in a warm towel.

He dried you off before quickly drying himself off. “Now, how does a nice massage sound?” His voice was filled with affection and care. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes before whispering. “No thanks, I want to rest.” He looked a bit taken aback before smiling. “It’s okay angel, let's go get in the bed then.” Bangchan grabbed your hand gently before turning off the bathroom light and leading you to the bedroom. He turned on the lamp on the bedside table as he helped you back into his bed.

Bangchan walked to the other side of the bed, getting in and snuggling up to you from behind. “You know I love you angel?” You smiled to yourself, letting out a small hum. Bangchan scooted behind you, his hand laying on your hip now. “Goodnight angel, thank you… for being my best friend and my love.” He spoke quietly, his voice was warm and a bit husky. You mumbled out a small “Goodnight.” before you closed your eyes, sleep washing over your body. Bangchan was left to think to himself in the dimly lit room. He couldn’t believe he had made love with you, his best friend. He never realized how much he loved you until now, how long he had been holding back these feelings. All you needed to know at the end of the day was that Bangchan was your person and he’d sacrifice the world for you.

#bangchan smut #bangchan #skz #skz bang chan #skz fanfic #skz scenarios #skz smut #skz stay #smut #fwb #aftercare #service dom #gentle domination #consent

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fuck-you-upmusicbracket · 3 months ago

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Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod (The Mountain Goats)

Held under these smothering waves/By your strong and thick-veined hand/But one of these days/I'm gonna wriggle up on dry land

"Songs about abusive parents dont normally get to me but john darnielle just has such a way with words that this one made me cry the first time i heard it. hes really good at taking just a snapshot of a situation and coloring it with so much depth that you feel like you know exactly how the singer (in this case his childhood self) is feeling in this very specific moment, ankitd it hits so much harder when your experiences overlap. the metaphor of surviving abuse as evolution against all odds is incredibly powerful to me. maybe this tournament is supposed to be more for songs to think about fictional characters to so apologies if this is too personal for what youre going for lol"

Fast Car (Tracy Chapman)

You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere/Maybe we make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere/Any place is better, starting from zero got nothing to lose/Maybe we'll make something, me myself I got nothing to prove

So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car/Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk/City lights lay out before us/ And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder/And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged

You got a fast car/Is it fast enough so we can fly away?/We gotta make a decision/Leave tonight or live and die this way

"I know it's an obvious one but YOU try playing it without crying I dare you"

"I cant explain the yearning but this makes me howl"

"OH GOD the longing!! The yearning in the recurring central image of the narrator and her lover on the highway, feeling this sense of limitless possibility and incredible hope!!! And then the verses take us with brutal efficiency through the collapse of their marriage, the way that the cycle of poverty stomps down on their hopes, and how with nothing left, the narrator does what her mom did and leaves!! Leaving the kids to experience the same thing she did growing up!! But it’s all punctuated and bookended by these callbacks to that central iconic memory of hope!!!!! But by the end we realize that the last line “leave tonight or live and die this way” offers only the illusion of a choice: when the narrator first runs away and later when she leaves her husband and kids, she’s still fulfilling her role in this cyclical generational story. God!!"

Fast Car submitted by @smallboyonherbike + @uchihasasukeofficial + @all-our-exploring

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #the mountain goats #tracy chapman

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sass-ruby · 6 months ago

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Okay so um, I'm gonna be talking about these two episodes today! (Prepare BECAUSE OH MY GOSH.)

Alright, we'll start with the first one. Can I just say that, moon absolutely angered me so much. Moon, NO ONE IS ASKING YOU FOR AN EMOTIONAL SPEECH NOR ANYTHING. It's the fact that you COMPLETELY ignored sun, didn't even bother to check up on him, and then went to work in your lab to find a solution?? Looks like history is repeating itself. But.. why? Why is the same thing repeating again? WELL I HAVE A THEORY! Sun's gonna die, someway, somehow and that's gonna be the only way moon realizes. I think this because of solar specifically. When solar heard that moon won't check up on sun, he sounded absolutely disgusted. Keep in mind, solar lived in HIS SUN'S head. That sun ALSO had a moon, and I bet solar has watched the same exact thing happen. And what happened when solar's sun died? Solar's moon went insane! Imagine the guilt moon would feel, gut wrenching. He probably ALREADY feels guilty, but would rather let it consume him whole than to comfort sun or AT THE VERY LEAST HUG HIM

Sun was there with moon during moon's (valid) breakdown, but moon being there for sun? NOOO, OF COURSE NOT!

Also if moon's gonna start with the "I'm not good with emotions" stuff, I'll lose it. YOU HAVE PROVEN IN OTHER VIDEOS THAT YOU CAN, MOON. Neptor's funeral, OR HELL WHEN THE WHOLE FINDING OUT DAZZLE'S SECRET THING HAPPENED. He listened about every kid, comforted, reassured, he was there. Although, now he's just ignoring sun. I think it's because he's a coward. And by a coward, I mean that he's too scared he'll say something wrong or make it worse, because the word is about NEXUS, someone who moon HATES, though sun loves nexus, evil or not, he was still his brother.

Moon doesn't understand that, he's jealous most likely. It reminds me so much of when nexus wasn't insane.. he was bad talking moon, and when moon returned? Moon was bad talking nexus. Both didn't want to be like each other, they DESPISE each other, calling each other knock off's (okay, THAT PART WAS KINDA FUNNY I'M SORRY.)

But.. where is sun in all of this? He missed each one. He loved each one. He loved them. He still loves them.

But they BOTH didn't understand how their words hurt sun. They're so similar in some ways, it's absurd. AND THEY DON'T EVEN REALIZE IT. Reminds me of the song "over and over" by Rio Romeo.

If sun dying is the only way for moon to realize, I'll be willing to accept it even if it is quite sad. It's disappointing, truly.

Monty's and lunar's reaction, I expected honestly. By the way, lunar-, "he's doing worse than I thought he would be.." ARE YOU STUPID, HE JUST KILLED HIS EX BROTHER?? Didn't you go through the same damn thing too? As for monty, not even surprised one bit. He's always been like that, I never really liked him, but oh well.

And THANK YOU SOLAR FOR BEING THE ONLY SANE PERSON EXCEPT MAYBE EARTH BECAUSE GOSH THIS SHOW AIN'T FOCUSING ON SUN'S HEALTH MUCH.

The urge to b*tch slap almost everyone.

I genuinely want sun to have a breakdown, he chose moon, but moon didn't bother to even check up on him.

Gosh.

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ANYWAYS, TODAY'S EPISODE!

Just gonna add this picture again, because why not

Wow- genuinely just wow- that was-.. wow

So dark sun DID end up doing something. I must've missed something in the past video, but interesting..

I heard a person say, I forgot who it was but that SUN was the key of this whole plan

He killed nexus, he pulled the trigger and made a choice which means.. that way other suns also made choices instead of not acting

I have NO idea how sun managed to make that happen, BUT THE THEORY MAKES SENSE

In a way, I was right- he IS trying to stop the dimensional abuse of suns by them killing their own moon, I SUCK AT EXPLAINING

if anyone can explain this theory better than me, PLEASE DO.

I felt so bad for the sun in this dimension. Poor thing. Sounded scared and terrified, while repeating "I hate you", while crying and also while bashing HIS moon's head with a barrel

I wanted to hug him QwQ poor baby.. we need a name for him

ALSO HE'S MY CHILD NOW. I'M ADOPTING HIM.

Moon tried his best to keep that sun at peace, WHICH BRINGS ME BACK TO THE SAME TOPIC, WHY DOES HE HELP EVERYONE EXCEPT HIS SUN

I get it was a different situation BUT CMON.

I suppose I already ranted enough about that part, though

I would add more but I'm INCREDIBLY tired and all.. so um yeah-

#tsams #sams #sun and moon show #fnaf #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #nexus #tsams nexus #sundrop #the sun and moon show #solstice #dark sun tsams

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animemensblog · 2 years ago

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Invisible

Gojo x gn!reader

Summary: what happens when Gojo meets someone who is immune to his six eyes?

No warnings :)

It was a hot day, sun beaming down and causing sweat to build along your hairline. Your headphones weren't helping with the soft muff cupping your ear and rubbing against your skin. Although it's tolerable in the shade, that means nothing when you decided today all your errands would be done by walking or train.

As you turn the corner you notice a small convenient store with a huge sign advertising 'buy one get one' on all cold items during the summer. The choices were clear; spend more money to cool off or finish walking home and die the second you enter your no ac apartment.

When you opened the store door you could feel the vibration of the bell and a faint ringing that seemed to last forever. Your feet were sore but weren't dragging, they almost felt like they were floating. You reach down in the fridge, grabbing water and a juice. The condensation quickly dripped off your hands and onto the ground, as the drop falls it splatters and hits your leg.

You stare at the water dropping towards your ankle, soaking a part of your sock. It quickly becomes uncomfortable, and what better way to ignore it other than changing your playlist?

You start shuffling to the counter, standing behind a tall white haired man waiting in line. As it moves forward, you can hear the cashier and the customer talking very loudly. As if their heads are against your chest and yelling into it, the vibrating and thumping echoed in your lungs and stomach.

As you click on a new song, an awkward laugh in front of you erupts, shortly after the stranger turned around and hit you. His arms had swung and threw you to the ground, along with your drinks and phone which managed to disappear. When you look up he's standing there, staring like he saw a ghost, his eyes were blown wide and his mouth partially agape.

At first, you thought he was just shocked. I mean, wouldn't you be if you hit someone to the ground? Then, you noticed your shorts slid down your thighs, revealing the rather brightly colored underwear peaking through. Your legs shut as you stand up, giving him a nasty glare and a meek "pervert".

Gojo on the other hand can't grasp how he didn't notice you, or even hear you behind him. His six eyes are supposed to help him, right? So how did he miss you approaching, standing there for minutes and managed to throw you to the ground? It didn't make sense.

"I'm not a pervert" Gojo says as he follows you around the store

"Your stalking says otherwise"

His pace picks up so he's less than a foot behind you, "ha! I bet you wish that's what I was doing!" He says, striking a small pose in hopes you'd notice. "Really, I just want to make sure you're ok-"

You turn around, almost chest to chest. Usually he'd be excited someone so pretty came so close but that look said maybe he shouldn't be happy. "Leave me alone" you spit before going back to searching, he watches as you turn into the isle to the right and follows.

"I can help you, ya know! I've been told my sight is the best" he boasts, turning into the isle he saw you go into.

"Really? Because you didn't see me at all before" you mumble behind him, once again he quickly turns around to find you kneeling.

"How are you doing that?" His tone had switched, it sounded like he was worried, concerned. Almost upset.

"Kneeling?" You question

"No! That's not what-" He shakes his head and sighs, they're just a normal person he thinks to himself. "Nevermind" he sighs again, then went back to looking for your drinks.

You think finally, he's gonna leave me alone. Thats until he's yelling for you from another isle, "ohhh strangerrrr!" He says dramatically, "I found your drinksss!" You can see him waving his lanky arms over the shelving.

"Most annoying man I've ever met, and I've known him less than an hour. This is some bullshit for an already bullshit day.." you continue mumbling as you almost stomp to the other side.

When you turn the corner, he's still waving his arms. He truly looked ridiculous with that big ass smile, jumping up and down like he's done the impossible. You sharply inhale before getting a running start- if he isn't going to acknowledge you when you're in the same isle, you'll just have to get it back on your own.

Despite how loud the impact of your feet was, to everyone else they were silent like paper landing completely flat on tile floor. You jump up as soon as he comes down and yank the bottles from his hands then landing before you hit the fridges. The only sound anyone else heard was you landing- the running, deep breaths and mumbling had gone unnoticed.

For a third time, the Gojo Satoru couldn't see or hear you. You. A normal person he just happened to run into while he was picking up snacks for himself, Geto and Shoko.

"You're quite annoying, you know that?" You ask as you make your way back down the isle towards the counter. Gojo doesn't realize when he started walking, gravity was just pulling him towards you. It was screaming that he needed to know who you are, how you operate, every detail a human can possibly know about themselves. More specifically, he wants to know if you're good or bad, if you're loyal or untrustworthy, if you're single or taken.

He marches up beside you with (and you hate to admit it) a charming and bright smile. He nudges your hands out of the way and pays the cashier, then turns to you and only gives you one of the bottles.

"You can have the other one later!" He says smuggly before snatching his receipt from the guys hand.

"You're a cute couple" the worker says.

"What? Ew no" you argue while leaving Gojo at the counter. He's embarrassed to say the least and only shrugs as he follows you, again.

He silently, and blindly, followed you halfway back to your apartment before you turned around to acknowledge him. "Are you actually a stalker or something?" He takes a step closer to hover over you, placing a tiny flick to your forehead.

"How are you going to hear my answer if you're wearing those headphones?" He softly asks

"I can hear perfectly fine, unlike you." Your eyes narrow at him and he chuckles. That gentle laugh has your heart skipping a beat or two.

He hums as he opens your water and takes a gulp. "Hey! That's mine you creep" you say as you try to grab it.

"I'm not a creep!" He laughs, raising his arm above his head.

"You wouldn't be following me if you weren't" you say inbetween jumps.

He once again avoids the question, this time by walking around you. "Where we heading?" He asks

"I'm heading home, you're leaving me alone."

"Aw why can't I come?" He pouts, you scoff at him while you cross the street.

"Isn't it obvious? You're a strange man following me like a lost puppy. Of course you don't belong in my house."

"But I want to go!" Gojo whines

"Why?"

Why does he want to, he wonders, is there even an appropriate answer?

"I wanna know you" he mumbles as he looks down at you, waiting to see your reaction. He imagined it as cute, sweet maybe, instead your eyebrows are furrowed and you looked mad. And yet, you let him follow you. In silence, of course.

Your mom did say make friends. I mean, she never said bring strangers into your home, especially when they borderline harassed you. But you can't shake him off, plus he's seems nice? However nice someone can be after bothering and assaulting you.

You turn onto your street and stop, "how do I know you're not going to hurt me?" Your voice sounded weak to him, even softer than when you called him a pervert earlier.

"Why would I hurt you?"

"Why would you wanna get to know me?"

He chuckles, "why wouldn't I?"

You wanted to gag. What was this, a love sitcom?

"I'll tell you what-" you take a deep breath, "I'll give you my number and if I decide you're not a creep, or a pervert or a stalker, or-"

"I get it" he says as he rubs the back of his neck

"If I somehow decide you're not any of those things, I guess we can hangout."

"Hangout?! It'd be a date!"

You pull out a pen from your bag and grab his arm, "Just because you're not a disgusting man, doesn't mean I'll go out with you. It just means you can get to know me, like you said."

"Yeahh but I meant like I'd take you out to dinner or something."

"Then tell me that." you chuckle, a sound that was music to his ears.

"I'd like to take you out to dinner, or something."

"You're weird" you laugh and walk away, when you hear him following you shooed him away and disappeared down a small alley.

When Gojo looks down at his arm, ready to immediately put it in his phone, he sees '9-1-1' and "get help <3" written.

#jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #satoru

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redsakura101 · 30 days ago

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The Playlist : of Jason Todd

Compilation of Songs that just embody Jason Todd – what it feels to be him and what it means to love him. ‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿

THE LONELIEST by Måneskin

“You’ll be the saddest part of me, a part of me that will never be mine. It’s obvious.

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest.

You’re still the oxygen I breathe, I see your face when I close my eyes. It’s torturous.

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest”

The pain felt by Jason’s lover when he is killed - still longing for him despite his death, an unwillingness to move on from the ghost of him. OR The pain felt as Jason endures an inescapable desire that can never be fulfilled at the loss of his lover. Either by death or separation. Longing for his lover – haunted by their absence.

Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World

“And if you were with me tonight

I'd sing to you just one more time

A song for a heart so big

God wouldn't let it live”

Grieving, Jason’s lover processes his death. Saddened by his absence, longing to be with him again just for one moment more. But having to move on to live in honour of all that made him so great.

Roots by Imagine Dragons

“Had to lose my way to know which road to take

Trouble found me, all I look forward

Washed away by a wave

I'm going back to my roots

Another day, another door, Another high, another low”

Jason has resurrected and has now taken to the streets as the vigilante under the Red Hood. Unable to leave that life behind – He deals with the crime of Gotham with a brutality and efficiency unlike Batman and the Robin he once was. He becomes his own person. Unpredictable and chaotic as he finds his footing again.

If I Killed Someone for You by Alec Benjamin

“You have to understand that

The one I killed is me

Changing what I was

For what you wanted me to be

I followed your direction, Did everything you asked

I hope that makes you happy

'Cause there's just no turning back”

A deep dive into Jason’s torn emotions, from his desire for acceptance as a child to becoming Robin wanting approval from Bruce. The inner turmoil he holds from his death to his resurrection, to the methods he takes when cleaning the streets of Gotham - a point of no return even if he wanted to. As the boy he once was, has died.

Broken Machine by Nothing but Thieves

“Take a little spark, From a battery,

Electricity

And put me back together, Back together, yeah

Take a human heart, Add some vanity, Authenticity

And put them all together

Do whatever

To your broken machine”

After coming back from the dead, Jason struggles with a sense of identity. He has a deep longing to return to the person he once was – whether through means of acceptance or love. He personally does not know how as he seeks for another to cure his emotional numbness. He feels incomplete after his resurrection.

Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier

“I will not be great, but I’m grateful to get through

The feeling came late, I’m still glad I met you

The memory hurts, but does me no harm, your hand in my pocket to keep us both warm”

Jason struggles with feelings of not living up to who he could be – his past actions weighing upon him like a blanket of guilt that never leaves. He appreciates the love he is given despite this. Grateful for their acceptance of him. The haunting events of his death and resurrection a painful emotional scar that stays with him – in times of struggle his lover is there to anchor him in the present moment, a comfort in the chaos of his mind. Guiding him to a place of rest. Psychopomp : The spiritual guide of a living person’s soul

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“Sometimes there’s thought, like you choose what you’re doing

But it comes to naught when I look back through it

I remember the view, street lights in the dark blue

The moment I knew I’d no choice but to love you”

Some things in life are inevitable – as Jason falls deeper. No matter what actions he may take to shield himself or protect his lover by not indulging in their love. He realises he can’t deny his love. Embracing his lover’s acceptance and care.

NFWMB by Hozier

“If I was born as a blackthorn tree

I'd wanna be felled by you

Held by you

Fuel the pyre of your enemies”

Jason’s pure devotion and willingness to sacrifice for the sake of his lover’s protection. His desire to serve them completely & wholly. He will be his lover’s protector, submitting to their needs as he craves to be cared for by them. Loyal to his lover.

Impossible by Nothing but Thieves

“I’ll take the smooth with the rough. Feels so fucked up to be in love.

Another day, another night

Stuck in my own head but you pull me out

You pull me out

I could drown myself in someone like you

I could dive so deep I never come out

I thought it was impossible

But you make it possible.”

There’s an acceptance of everything good and bad that comes from loving Jason. For Jason the act of loving another is messy and overwhelming - but his lover always provides him relief from his inner turmoil. They love each other entirely and truly. Something he never thought possible, or worthy of having.

Gotta be Somebody by Nickelback

“Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight

And dammit, this feels too right

It's just like déjà vu

Me, standing here with you

So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?

Is it that moment when I find the one that I'll spend forever with?”

He never thought it possible. Never thought himself capable or deserving of love. But his lover is real, they’re there for him. He will never be alone again.

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE by Måneskin

“I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters

I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster

'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster

I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetic”

Their love is a never ending passion for one another. A relationship of highs and lows. Loving Jason while tender and gentle – it is also intense and unconventional. A love so deep, so true and meaningful it’ll never fade.

Monster by Imagine Dragons

“If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me?

And if I seem dangerous

Would you be scared?

I get the feeling just because, Everything I touch isn't dark enough

That this problem lies in me”

Fearing rejection from his lover – these feelings of self-doubt rears its ugly head and makes Jason feel unworthy. Fearing that he is inherently flawed as he continues to feel out of place. A consistent struggle he must work his way through, with self acceptance and time.

Kindly Calm Me Down by Megan Trainor

“When my world gets loud, could you make it quiet down?

When my head, it pounds, could you turn down all the sound?

If I lay in pain, by my side would you stay?

If I need you now, would you kindly calm me down?

His lover is Jason’s safe space. When his world is chaotic and his intrusive thoughts cloud his mind – his lover is his peace and stability. He is given the space to be vulnerable with them, to let down his guard and be comforted.

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BONUS SONGS

Nobody’s Soldier by Hozier || “Choose between being a butcher or a pauper. Honey, I'm taking no orders, I'm gonna be nobody's soldier”

Enemy by Imagine Dragons & JID || "Tell you you're the greatest, But once you turn, they hate us"

You Know Me Too Well by Nothing But Thieves || "Filthy impetuous soul -- I wanna give it to you, Oh, just to see what you'd do, 'Cause I'm so drunk on you, Baby, you're all that I want"

FOR YOUR LOVE BY Måneskin || "I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild, I wanna drive you 'till the morning light,"

Unperson by Nothing But Thieves || As an avid Classics reader - he’d likely enjoy the doublethink reference to 1984 by George Orwell -- "And we're getting sick of your doublethink, We see you all and now the walls are cavin' in, And maybe I'm flawed, but I do exist"

Make Up Your Mind by Florence + The Machine || "I never thought I'd be a killer, 'Cause there's so much to lose, But if I can't drink the water, What else can I do"

Babydoll by Dominic Fike || "Lookin' for somebody different, 'Cause my daddy was a pimp. My mama had her issues but I miss her anyway. Oh, baby doll"

To Be Alone by Hozier || "Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, I feel like a person for a moment of my life"

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#jason todd #red hood #music #The Playlist of Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #dc #batfam #Gotham music mood #Gotham Mood #Jason Todd Music #Jason Todd Playlist #Jason Todd Imagines #redsakura101

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seraphicloves · 10 months ago

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𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

⊱✿⊰ summary: the perfect girl falls for the class clown, much to her embarrassment

⊱✿⊰ warnings: underlying perfectionist issues idk, but overall its gonna be a light read

⊱✿⊰ notes: songs are like the top inspo for fics for me. And also its so preppy having a song linked to the fic. Anyway yeah i hope you enjoy and i love nishinoya

Love is embarrassing. You knew this everytime you stared at him and felt your heart flutter. Why did you fall for such a delinquent? Your eyes followed his movements, as fast as lightening as he caught the volleyball.

"Did you see that?" He yelled at you, jumping up and down with excitement. Your cheeks warmed and you nodded, a prim smile on your face. He turned back around, ready to keep playing.

The thing is...you haven't told anyone you were dating Noya. It was one of the least expected things for the class president, falling for such a clown?

You crossed your legs, stoically watching your boyfriend practice (while hiding the big grin wishing to spread across your lips). You weren't sure how he could handle seeing you protect your reputation but you were grateful he did.

It's funny that only you seem to consider Noya a good choice as a boyfriend. How many girls consider Noya to just be a pervert? He is more than that! But were you any better since you were too selfish to make your relationship public?

He and his team continued go warm up, waiting for Nekoma to show up for the match. You were sure Karasuno would win and yet you still anxiously waited.

Noya didn't seem worried even as Nekoma finally showed up. They were all so tall and intimidating, how was he not totally afraid?

He gave you a small wave, almost asking for a good luck wish. You should blow him a kiss, that would surely make him happy but the thought of your classmates seeing the president date Noya made your stomach drop to your feet. Instead you opted for a small wave and smile, hoping he could understand.

It was so rude, why couldn't you let go of what others think? Why were you so embarrassed by Noya it simply wasn't fair to him.

The game started as they always did, normal while of course having the intensity of a high fantasy anime. Why these teenagers felt the need to go absolute insane as soon as a ball hit the court, you weren't sure but it was good for ticket sales.

It was normal and it was nice. You could almost zone out with the usual of it all (however you don't, keeping focus on Noya.)

Until, Noya hit the ground. He tried hitting the ball but it was so low he decided to dive but instead of sliding his head crashed against the floor. Your heart surged with panic, feeling your lungs close.

"Yu!" You screeched, standing up abruptly. Ignoring the confusion of everybody in the bleachers you rushed down to meet him on the gym floor.

He was sitting up, a bit of blood oozing out of his nose. As soon as he saw you approaching he broke out into a dopey grin.

Without thinking, you collided with him as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's body. You hugged him tightly, before pulling away slightly to assess his injuries. Luckily it wasn't too severe, he seemed fine.

"If you want to be stupid, don't do it in front of me." You scolded, feeling your eyes well with ridiculous tears. Trying to blink them away, you gave Noya a half hearted glare.

"Didn't know we were going public today?" Noya replied, a mischievous look on your face. (Interally you looked up to the sky, needing will power to stay strong, I beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker.)

You turned around and saw everybody in the bleachers and on the gym, staring at you in disbelief. The perfect girl with good grades and great attendance fell for...Nishinoya.

At that moment, you felt almost a sense of relief. Finally you could show the world all the affection you felt for him, finally you could shoe Karasuno Noya was a perfect boyfriend.

You kissed his cheek, smiling as his face turned red, and said, "Good luck at your game and no more getting hurt."

He grinned and watched you get back to your seat. You ignored the stares, keeping your head held up high. He didn't embarrass you, he was perfect.

#❀ lori writes #noya #noya x reader #nishinoya #haikyu #karasuno #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yū #hq nishinoya #hq fanart #haikyuu fanart #hinata shoyuo #hinata shouyou

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newtthetranswriter · 11 months ago

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Music can be relaxing... most of the time

Word Count: 1122

Paring: Kuroo x gn! Reader (it’s not super important part of the fic just felt like adding it)

Summary: The bus ride to the summer training camp was more chaotic knowing that Karasuno was going to be joining this year. After Kuroo’s failings to calm everyone y/n has a genius idea, only for Lev to fuck it up with his choice of music

Warning: Cursing

A/n: All imma say is I said what I said. Feel free to take it up with management, oh wait I’m management. Anyway enjoy or don’t, but as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

It was finally time for the week-long summer training camp with the rest of the Fukurodani Academy group, so it was time for Nekoma’s volleyball team to begin the bus ride to Shinzen. Normally it was a quiet trip but with the excitement of Karasuno joining this year's camp, the boy’s had decided to goof off for the majority of the trip.

There had been a few attempts from Kuroo to get the rambunctious group to sit down and shut up, but after being ignored every time, the captain gave up. Seeing their boyfriend’s annoyed face at their younger classmen’s energy, Y/n tried to think of a way to calm the group without and convince them to conserve their energy for the upcoming practice matches. Remembering that listening to music typically helps people relax, Y/n quickly pulled out their phone and set up a new Spotify playlist.

After adding a few songs and putting in the description that each member of the team was to add three songs, Y/n sent a mass invite to boys. Upon hearing the chorus of phones buzzing and checking his own, Kuroo looked at Y/n slightly confused. “Why did you send a playlist in the team chat?” He asked, curious as to what their plan was.

Looking around and seeing that the whole team had stopped goofing off and were all looking to their manager as if asking the same question. “Music can help people relax, so I figured if we all contributed a few songs to this playlist we could all listen to it and save our energy for the training camp.” They explained, earning a few nods and sounds of agreement. After about two minutes everyone made it known that they had made their contributions. Y/n then hooked their phone up to the small speaker Kenma had brought with him, and hit shuffle on the playlist, letting the bus fill the sounds of each player's favorite music.

As time passed it was clear that Y/n’s plan had worked well. Half the team had passed out, while the other half were just scrolling on their phones quietly. Kuroo took a moment to lean closer to Y/n and whisper quietly to them. “Thank you, I thought I was gonna have to help Yaku hide Lev’s body for a moment there.”

Y/n just chuckled. “No problem, it’s my job as your guys' manager to make sure no murders happen while traveling. Now you should—” Before Y/n could finish their next sentence a very familiar song started playing over the speaker, and it wasn’t one Y/n was fond of. “Ok who the hell put Taylor fucking Swift in the playlist?” Y/n had turned to look down the bus’s aisle to look at the group of boys.

Everyone who was still awake remained silent before Kenma pointed at the lanky first year who was asleep against the window across from him. Almost as if sensing all eyes on him Lev jolted awake. “Why is everyone staring at me?” He asked groggily while looking around.

The first to break the silence was Yaku. “You messed up big time buddy, I hope it was worth it.” The short third year said, patting Lev’s shoulder over the seat. Lev just looked at his upperclassmen confused. Figuring Lev was not going to figure it out on his own, Yaku pointed towards the front of the bus where Y/n was still leaning into the aisle. “You pissed off the manager.” It was a simple sentence but as soon as Lev made eye contact with Y/n, he understood how fucked he was.

“But wait what did I do? I fell asleep after the music started.” He asked, hoping to find a way out of his impending doom.

The people who had previously been asleep had also woken up as it was silent on the bus except for the sound of the bus moving. They were confused at first until they heard their normally calm manager let out an exasperated sigh, before speaking. “The number one rule for any playlist I have is absolutely no Taylor Swift. I will not budge on it ever, her music is trash and she is overrated. If you want to listen to her go ahead but it better be with headphones and I better not hear it.” Y/n explained, their voice sounded calm but the look in their eyes said on wrong move and Lev’s body would need to be hidden.

“Okay but I thought she was like an Bi icon or something, and aren’t you also bi? I thought you would like her.” Lev clearly misread the look on Y/n’s face, and thought there was any room to argue.

“Lev you are a newer member of the team but I kindly have to remind you never tell me that taylor fucking swift is bi icon again. That is one of the straightest cis women I have ever seen and any one who thinks otherwise needs their eyes checked. AND also I’m not bi, I’m queer which is different and if I was why would that mean I like her trashy music. She’s a sell out and the picture of capitalistic greed.” Y/n answered, before Lev had a chance to respond Y/n faced forward signaling the end of the discussion.

After taking a moment to process what was just said to him Lev looked to his teammates for anysort of clarification they could give him about what happened. “I know that look and the only answer is to never bring up Taylor Swift in Y/n’s presence again or they may actually kill you.” It was Yamamoto who answered Lev’s unspoken question.

“Tora if I hear that name one more time I will not hesitate to shave off that stupidass mohawk.” Y/n said before starting the music again, having checked the playlist for any of the cursed music.

Yamamoto just silently nodded before going back to looking at his phone. The rest of the team followed suit knowing that any further chaos would likely cause the Captain and Manager duo to actually murder the whole team before they even reached the training camp. Lev looked around one last time before figuring out what the rest of the team already knew, don’t piss off Y/n because they are scarier than Kuroo and Yaku combined.

Kuroo on the other hand just chuckled to himself, placing a kiss on his partner’s forehead. “I thought you were supposed to prevent murders, not threaten to commit them.” He just received an eye roll as the two silently agreed to relax for the rest of the bus ride.

#x reader #haikyu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #x gn reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x gn! reader #taylor swift #i said what i said #newt writes #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #the eras tour

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thursdayygrrrl · 1 year ago

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from the sidelines

⌦ .｡.:*♡

characters: natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff (wandanat)

genre: fluff, slight angst

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood & guns, breakdowns/crying

summary: When Wanda comes into Natasha’s life, she gives the widow something to lose.

word count: 3,859

a/n: this is my first time writing for nat/something nat-centric and, technically, wandanat too! this was inspired by sidelines by phoebe bridgers because i think that song is suuuuper underappreciated and that it was a good fit for them (lyrics are in bold and italics). it’s been a while since i last wrote anything for fun and not for uni, so please be kind. i also don’t know much about gardening so some of the language might not be accurate. you can read it on ao3 (here) or under the cut. i hope you enjoy :>

I’m not afraid of anything at all

If there was one thing constant about Natasha, it was the lack of fear. It wasn’t inherent, but was a habit developed essential for her survival. She learned that pretty quickly. One moment of hesitance, no matter how short, could mean life or death.

There were other times she felt brave without risking her life though. Like when she first dyed her hair. She chose the color blue because it reminded her of the sky. The horizon always looked limitless, a reminder that there could be more to life than what she had already experienced. She remembers making that choice and following through with it. It made her feel in control of something, amidst all the other things she had no power over.

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‘Cause nothing ever shakes me, nothing makes me cry

Not a plane going down in the ocean and drowning

One of her most vivid memories is flying the plane with Melina. The night was normal at first. She was playing tag with her younger sister until she fell and hurt her knee. Then, they watched the fireflies and went inside to help with dinner. Alexei arrived and they started eating. It all felt so nice, so normal until he said they were going on a big adventure. Her appetite disappeared. Yelena was excited, oblivious to what it actually meant. She didn’t have the heart or the chance to tell her.

The drive out was tense and quiet, save for American Pie playing in the background. She watched the scenes change outside her window from the suburbs to highways. They had to move fast, but she felt sluggish, overwhelmed with everything going on. She remembers holding on to a photobooth strip of her and Yelena before finally running to get on the plane after being urged by Alexei. The sound of sirens and the whirring of engines, her heartbeat hammering in her chest, filled her ears. Gunshots started sounding off. One hit Melina’s shoulder.

“I need you up here,” She said through gritted teeth. Natasha clambered beside her.

She was wincing in pain while giving instructions to pull right.

“Mom, you’ve got blood on you,” Her voice came out strangled, and that tight feeling came along with tears forming in her eyes. She didn’t cry often but she knew she hated the physiological sensations that came with it.

“It’s okay, baby.” Two more cars directly in front of them appeared in the distance. “Hit the accelerator there.”

She did as she was told, speeding the plane up. She faltered when a few more shots were fired at them.

“Hold it steady, hold it steady.” More shots, the headlights ahead were blindingly bright. “You’re gonna pull back at 55 knots.” They started counting in unison. Alexei popped one of the cars’ tires with a bullet, causing them to crash into each other.

“Pull back, you can do it! Pull back, all your strength...” Part of the plane grazes with the bottom of the now-upturned car. But they were finally off the ground. Flying. A sense of relief washes over her.

Considering the past few hours, the rest of the flight went smoothly. They landed somewhere remote, it felt like the middle of nowhere. Alexei carried Melina to a stretcher held by some soldiers she and Yelena ran after. After a short exchange of words with the older woman, she remembers wrangling a gun from someone, unwanted tears threatening to fall from her eyes again, and Yelena’s small form hiding behind her.

“I don’t wanna go back there.”

A needle was buried deep into her neck. She was then thrown into a shipping container with other girls. Masked people were pointing rifles at them, shouting and violently wrenching Yelena from her hold. There was a man, he knelt to meet her eyes. Rough and calloused hands held her face.

“The Red Room is your home now.”

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Watched the world from the sidelines

Had nothing to prove

Natasha had just started getting used to being “normal,” just another child in midwestern America. She was going to school, being around other kids, having a family until it was all ripped away. Even though it was all a lie, she couldn’t say it wasn’t important to her.

Being back in the Red Room was a regimented, isolating existence. No one was able to speak to each other for long. Schedules were planned down to the minute. Excruciating physical training, including hand-to-hand combat, ballet, acrobatics, and weapons training, pushed them to their limits, sometimes even beyond.

The mutilation, both psychological and physical, was the worst of all. They broke down each girl’s hope and willpower if any were even left. They were treated like objects, mere faceless weapons they could manipulate as a means to an evil end. The ones who survived were considered lucky, the prime of their batches, and given an operation. They called it “graduation,” but everyone knew what that meant.

At some point, she was able to get out. Her time with the KGB, then in S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers was filled with twists and turns. It was a lot of battles, moral disputes, and political agendas. There was even a time when she had to expose her own seedy past, much to her discomfort, but it was for the greater good. She didn’t mind as long as it was for the well-being of others.

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‘Til you came into my life

Gave me something to lose

Now that she thinks of it, the first time she interacted with Wanda was horrible. The witch inflicted a vision, memories that she was trying to bury and leave behind, when she was weakened and vulnerable. There were snippets of a conversation with Madame B. The graduation ceremony. It made her feel like a monster all over again.

The next time they interacted was in the Battle of Sokovia. She remembers regrouping with Steve, but not expecting the very same witch to make an appearance. Despite all the chaos, the jacket she wore looked familiar.

“Is that my jacket?” Natasha gestured at the younger woman, frowning slightly.

“She’s with us,” Steve said.

“That still doesn’t explain the jacket.”

Natasha was persistent. She didn’t shop for clothes often, never dressing up unless she wanted or had to, so this red jacket was special. It was one of the first few things she bought for herself. Wanda, now awkward and unsure of what to do, ran off. The rest of the battle felt like a blur of robots and rubble.

Since then, Wanda joined the Avengers. The younger woman mostly kept to herself when not on missions, watching sitcoms in her room. Vision would talk to her sometimes. Other times, the widow herself would do so. Natasha understood she needed space and time to cope with everything she’d been through but didn’t want to leave her fully isolated.

Their conversations, if you could even call them that, were awkward at first. Natasha would ramble on about whatever, trying to fill the silence.

“There’s breakfast in the kitchen.”

Wanda looks up from her book only to be met with a small, warm smile on the assassin’s face.

“It’s the usual American stuff. Eggs, bacon, sugary cereal, some fruit. Pretty sure Clint’s making waffles too,” Natasha points to the door with her thumb. “You should eat with us. Bond with the team, all that stuff that Steve goes on about. We’ll have training after.”

Wanda hums in contemplation. Then, she nods. It’s the slightest motion that one would miss if they didn’t pay enough attention. Natasha nods back and turns to leave the room. The witch’s voice catches her off-guard, though.

“I’ll come with you.”

It’s raspy in the best way possible, with a hint of her Sokovian accent lingering. It’s a sound that Natasha decides she would like to hear more often. Her smile grows ever so slightly as she gestures for her to walk together.

───

When Natasha started helping in Wanda’s hand-to-hand combat training, the two became closer literally and figuratively. In one memorable session, from when Wanda still wasn’t as skilled at combat as she is now, Natasha was able to pin her down. Her lithe fingers wrapped around the other woman’s wrists while she used her thighs to straddle. All to restrict movement, of course. The flustered expression on the witch’s face could not be more obvious.

Their sessions consisted of a warm-up, some rounds of sparring, and a cooldown. After barely surviving this particularly challenging one, Wanda lands on the bench with a sigh. “Fuck… You kicked my ass today, Tasha. No fair,” She says through heavy breaths, leaning back and wiping the sweat from her brow.

Natasha shrugs and smiles as she sits beside her, reaching for a bottle of water across from the younger woman. Her torso brushes with her thigh, making the Sokovian lose her breath all over again.

“Please. I went easy on you. Besides, it’s revenge for taking my jacket,” Natasha says as she sits back up and takes a sip of water.

Wanda stands on slightly wobbly legs while a breathy laugh escapes her lips. “You’re really still holding that grudge?” She raises her hands playfully, “In my defense, Steve threw it at me and told me to put it on. It was a hectic time, you know.”

Natasha smirks and shakes her head as they both move to gather their bags and leave. The assassin offers her hand.

“Let me carry your stuff. It’s the least I can do. Look, you can barely stand.”

“It’s okay, Tasha. I go—”

“Come on,” The widow urges. A knowing look is on her face.

Wanda’s face becomes flushed, more so than it already was. It looks like she hopes Natasha won’t notice, but she does anyway. She raises her eyebrow teasingly.

“Did the workout take you out that bad, Wands?”

The nickname doesn’t help at all. Wanda rolls her eyes playfully as she hands her duffel bag over. Natasha slings both bags over her shoulder and they start walking together.

“Remind me again why I have to keep doing the hand-to-hand stuff? I literally move things with my mind.”

“If you use your mind, why do you do the thing with your hands then?” Natasha tries to mimic the witch’s signature hand movements with her free hand. This earns her a lighthearted push.

“Oh, you know I’m just kidding. We both know you can’t just rely on your magic all the time. I want you to be able to fend for yourself if anything happens. Yeah?”

Wanda groans exaggeratedly, “Ugh. Okay, yes, you have a point.”

She chuckles at this. The pair, now embraced by a comfortable silence, walks to the elevator of the compound. As they enter, Natasha wraps her free arm around Wanda’s shoulder. She squeezes slightly, firm muscles under her touch, bringing her closer and looking into her eyes.

“Wanna have lunch with me today?”

Wanda raises her eyebrow, “Can we watch I Love Lucy while we eat?”

Natasha nods and hands over her bag. “Of course.”

They smile warmly at each other, parting ways to freshen up before meeting again later.

───

Natasha and Wanda have seen each other at different points in their lives. Happy, sad, and everything else in between. But the Lagos Incident was a whole other thing. Natasha herself was a witness to how Wanda had been doing so well before it. To watch the immense guilt, self-loathing, and depression come over the witch after the incident, after slowly building herself back up, was heartbreaking for the widow.

Old habits die hard. Wanda becomes a recluse again. However, instead of sitcoms accompanying her, it was the news. She couldn’t help but keep watching coverage of it as if being constantly reminded of this tragedy was helping anyone.

Steve already spoke with her, Natasha knows this, but she decides to give a different type of comfort to the person she’s grown to love. A silent one, one that speaks through actions.

On days Wanda doesn’t leave her room, Natasha knows she isn’t eating so she goes up and brings food. Nine times out of ten, it’s a peanut butter sandwich because it’s all she can make without setting the kitchen on fire. Ten times out of ten, it’s returned with just a few bites taken out. It doesn’t matter, Natasha is just happy to provide her with even the littlest bit of sustenance.

On nights Wanda can’t sleep, evident by the faint light escaping from her room, Natasha stays up with her. She takes it upon herself to change the channels on Wanda’s television or switch it off. She puts on some music instead, knowing that noise is a welcome distraction to her spiraling thoughts. Other times, Wanda motions for Natasha to her bed. The contact of skin on skin, the physical reminder that she isn’t alone helps Wanda relax even if it’s only for a few hours. Most nights, the feeling of Natasha’s body pressed up against Wanda’s is enough to lull her to sleep.

And when it’s not, when she falls into that spiral once more, Natasha’s always there to wipe away her tears and pull her out of it.

“So many people… All those lives lost because I-I couldn’t—” Wanda sobs, breaking down in the familiar hold of strong arms.

Natasha squeezes just a little bit tighter. She speaks softly, interrupting the younger woman, “I know, Wands. I know. But you have to stop blaming yourself, okay? We’ve all hurt people and we’ve all made mistakes. Even if we mean well. And you did mean well. It’s just sometimes things work out in ways we don’t anticipate.”

The consoling words fall on deaf ears. Wanda shakes her head and cries even harder while burying herself deeper into the embrace. Her voice is muffled, repeated pleas of repentance, “It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault… T-tasha, it’s all my fault…” Unsure what to say now, Natasha resorts to her instinct instead. It has never failed her. She starts to rock Wanda gently, pressing a soothing kiss to the top of the younger woman’s head. A quiet, melodic hum resonates from her lips. She continues until Wanda’s breathing evens out and until sleep takes over both of them.

───

A soft stream of sunlight seeps into the room, awakening the Russian. She looks down at the sleeping figure in her arms. Wanda looks so peaceful right now, Natasha thinks. She would do anything to conserve this moment, this feeling of serenity for her. To take away all her pain, heartache, and afflictions. Realistically, she knows she can’t accomplish that. The best she can do is just be there for her.

It’s been a few minutes since and she feels Wanda stir slightly, who immediately snuggles closer and remains asleep. A warm feeling settles in her body, first in her chest then it spreads all over. She recalls feeling this way many times before, but only ever with Wanda. It’s at this exact instance she finally fully realizes what this is.

I’m in love.

She bites her lip in contemplation, quiet realization, as Wanda’s eyes flutter open. Hazy green eyes look into clear ones and a mumbled phrase reaches her ears. “Your thoughts are getting loud, Tasha. Are you okay?”

Broken from her trance, she looks down at Wanda. “Yeah, I am. Um. I just… I have something to tell you.” She shifts to lean against the headboard. Now is as perfect a time as any, she thinks.

Wanda’s eyebrows stitch together in a frown as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. She sits up, mostly leaning her weight on the other woman, while trying to decipher the look on her face. The Russian waits for a sign of approval from the Sokovian. Wanda nods and hums.

“I’m going to be direct about this, Wands.”

She takes a deep breath in.

“I like that we’ve grown close, that we consider each other as friends. I like doing things for you and with you and I like helping you, giving you what I have. Time, insight, comfort, whatever. Watching sitcoms with you, sleeping next to you, and waking up in your bed. I like your voice and your ringed hands, how graceful they look when you use your powers. The way your nose scrunches up and your bunny teeth show when you smile. How your accent slips when you say certain words and how you say my name. The way you carry yourself. How you care so much about others… If you let me, I would care for you for the rest of time.”

Natasha finishes with a sharp exhale, only now realizing her rambling. Losing control was one of the things she never wanted to experience again, but this time was different. Finally letting these thoughts flow through and out of her felt cathartic.

Wanda’s voice is quiet, “You would?”

Natasha nods, “Always.”

She says it without hesitation. Because she is wholly certain that she has no other answer. Why would there be?

Wanda becomes silent. An unreadable expression appears on her face as she takes in Natasha’s words. Her posture straightens slightly. Tension is now in the air and a silence begins to settle.

Natasha screws her eyes shut, willing the tears in her eyes to stop forming. She was just about to take everything back, apologize for even saying anything, before getting interrupted. She feels slim fingers gently hold her face. Wanda strokes Natasha’s cheek, her thumb moving in slow, circular motions while she speaks.

“Tasha, hey, please don’t cry,” Wanda looks at her pleadingly, leaning in closer.

Natasha blinks rapidly, brows furrowing together. “I’m sorry. I got nervous because you weren’t saying anything and I… I don’t want to lose you.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I just had to take a minute because I didn’t realize you felt this way. Trust you won’t lose me, please.” She looks away. Her touch slows down and ceases as her hands fall to her lap. “I just don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You didn’t have to do anything, moya lyubov.” Natasha holds Wanda’s hands, “I mean everything I just said. I love you, Wanda.”

She waits for a response with bated breath. Before she knows it, she feels supple lips capture her own.

It’s tender yet electric. It’s everything she’s ever imagined and more. It’s simply perfect.

Natasha closes her eyes and deepens the kiss. She cradles Wanda’s jaw and feels the brunette melt into her touch. They pull away seconds later, foreheads touching as they catch their breath. Wanda says softly, “I love you too, Natasha. You don’t know how long I have been wanting to say that.”

───── ⴵ⋅ᗢ⋅ⴵ ─────

Now I know what it feels like

To wanna go outside

It was a calm morning, both women following a routine established over the past few months. Natasha would wake up early and then proceed to training, leaving Wanda to sleep in. By the time she’d be back, Wanda was up and just finishing preparing breakfast. They’d eat together, talk about their plans for the day, and decide what to do from there. Some days they’d spend together while, on others, they’d have separate activities.

“Detka! Come here, please!”

Natasha was working on some reports when she heard Wanda call out. She looks at the clock and decides now is a perfect time to take a break anyway. She hums as she stands up and stretches her limbs before leaving the room.

Wanda had been tending to the garden in the compound for some time now. She started with small pots of herbs and then moved to random vegetables after discovering she had a gift for raising plants. Lately, she also added flowers and various houseplants to her catalog. Being out in the sun, getting her hands dirty, and nurturing these plants was hard work, but it was work Wanda loved.

Natasha makes a couple of peanut butter sandwiches and pours two glasses of cold water on a tray, then carries it over to the sliding door leading to the garden. She places it down on a table outside and her eyes immediately search for Wanda. It’s an irresistible sight, her beloved’s face beaming and surrounded by greenery. She even thinks she sees her talking to the plants.

She smiles to herself while appreciating the view until Wanda realizes she’s arrived. She gets waved over, “Tasha!” The excitement in the witch’s voice is barely contained as Natasha walks towards her.

She wraps an arm around Wanda, bringing her closer and kissing her forehead, “Hi, kotenok. I brought over some snacks and water if you wanted them. What is it you wanted me to see?”

Wanda pulls off her gardening gloves, places them in her pocket, and brushes her hands over her pants. She mumbles a quick thank you before taking Natasha’s hand in one of her own and using the other to cover her eyes.

“Close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise.”

Natasha plays along, using her free hand to help cover her eyes. “Okay. Just make sure I don’t trip, yeah?”

Wanda giggles as she leads Natasha by the hand, “Don’t worry, detka, I got you.”

They walk slowly, up a few steps, and stop. Wanda takes a deep breath, “Okay, now.”

When their hands uncover Natasha’s eyes, she is met with vibrant blooms of various colors against a green background of bushes. It’s a masterful arrangement of asters, marigolds, hydrangeas, wildflowers, and many more. She gasps, breath taken away by the gorgeous sight.

“You did all this by yourself?”

The Sokovian nods sheepishly, “Yeah. I read somewhere that getting them all to bloom like this would be challenging, but I think I did decently.”

Natasha squeezes her hand, “It’s more than decent. It looks stunning, Wands. You did an amazing job.”

Wanda’s arm wraps around Natasha’s waist, her head rests on her shoulder. A satisfied sigh leaves her lips. They remain silent, basking in each other’s presence and the garden view.

“If you’re like this with plants, I can only imagine how well you’d be with kids,” Natasha muses.

Wanda lifts her head and looks at Natasha, her shoulders raised slightly, “What if, at some point, you won’t have to imagine?”

Small smiles grow on both of their faces. They share a knowing look before assuming their previous positions. “Someday, lyubov, someday.”

Natasha used to feel the need to keep busy, keep moving because she thought anything too constant would be taken away from her again. Though she never admitted it to anyone, not even herself, the thought of settling down and starting a family of her own was terrifying.

But not anymore. Everything felt so much easier with Wanda. It now truly felt like anything was possible. The lack of fear forced onto her when she was younger came from a dark place of abuse and indifference. Now, it comes naturally. It comes from love.

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