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cece693 · 1 month ago

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It Should've Been Me (Peeta Mellark x Male! Reader)

I don't know why there isn't much male reader fanfics for the Hunger Games, but I aim to change that. Especially when there are interesting characters such as Finnick and Johanna, but I'm playing it safe and beginning with Peeta.

Summary: M/N Evergreen didn't feel like a victor, especially when it cost the life of his sister, Katniss. Forced to wear a smile and continue living life as 'normal', the only person who seems to recognize his brokeness is the boy with the bread, Peeta Mellark.

M/N Evergreen didn’t feel like a victor, not when winning cost the life of his sister, Katniss. It was supposed to be her. She was the one with the spark, the one who inspired others to believe in something more. But now she was gone, and all that was left was him—a hollow reminder of what should have been. He knew he should be grateful; the Capitol's train pulling into District 12 meant he got to come home. But what kind of home was it when the only person who ever made it feel that way was dead?

Effie Trinket’s voice was a distant hum, urging him to “put on a happy face, darling.” Smile for the cameras, for the sponsors, for the charade of a victory tour that awaited him. He didn’t smile. He didn’t move. Even if he forced the corners of his lips upward, the emptiness in his eyes would betray him. The train doors slid open, and all he could do was stare blankly as the frigid air of District 12 rushed in, filling his lungs with the sharp scent of coal dust. The lenses of dozens of cameras zoomed in, capturing the haunted look that had become a permanent fixture on his face.

He heard Effie clear her throat nervously as she stepped out ahead of him, trying to drum up some semblance of a greeting from the sullen crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, our victor, M/N Everdeen!” Her voice rang out with all the bubbly enthusiasm she could muster, but the words fell flat.

As the Capitol’s cameras continued to click and whir, M/N forced himself to walk through the motions of the victor’s return. He let Effie guide him onto the stage, his limbs moving mechanically, as though they belonged to someone else. He could hear the rehearsed speech forming on her lips, filled with empty praise and hollow encouragement. He heard his own voice, flat and monotone, echo her words when prompted, thanking the Capitol for its generosity and the people of District 12 for their support.

But the truth was, he didn’t feel like a victor, and he never would. He was just another casualty of the Hunger Games—only, he happened to still be breathing.

The days passed in a blur for M/N Everdeen, though he barely noticed the shift from one to the next. Returning to District 12 should have felt like a relief—home, where things were familiar. But the place seemed alien to him now, like he was wandering through a ghost town where all the buildings and people were merely pale shadows of what they once were. Even the Seam, which always bustled with life despite its poverty, felt quieter, as if the town itself was grieving. Maybe it was.

At home, his mother had returned to the land of the living, as much as she could. She moved around the house with a new purpose, cooking and cleaning with a mechanical precision that betrayed the emptiness in her eyes. M/N knew it wasn’t for him; it was for Prim. Their mother clung to her youngest, constantly checking on her and making sure she ate, slept, and stayed warm. M/N could see her fighting against the hollowness, desperately trying to appear whole for Prim’s sake. For him, too, though he wasn’t sure why she bothered.

M/N hadn’t eaten since he stepped off the train. Every meal placed in front of him felt like an insult to Katniss’s memory—he shouldn’t get to eat, shouldn’t get to live while she was gone. His mother and Prim had seemed to silently agree on a pact not to let him waste away, though. If he refused breakfast, his mother would leave it on the table for him to find later. If he tried to hide in his room during dinner, Prim would seek him out, dragging him to the kitchen. They were relentless in their quiet determination to keep him alive.

Today, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to get out, to escape the house where Katniss’s absence hung like a shroud over everything. He slipped out the back door and walked toward the edge of the district, to the fence that separated District 12 from the woods. It was supposed to be electrified, but the power rarely ran this far out, and he easily found a gap to slip through. The forest beckoned to him, promising solitude and silence—two things he desperately craved. For a few moments, he felt the faintest hint of peace as he wandered deeper into the trees, letting the thick canopy above dim the harsh sunlight.

But he wasn’t alone for long.

“M/N.” a voice called softly from behind him.

He froze, recognizing the voice before he even turned around. Peeta Mellark was standing there, a few paces back, watching him with that same quiet intensity he’d had since the day M/N returned. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t wearing that charming expression he often showed in public. Instead, his face was open, unguarded, as though he’d stripped away all pretense.

“What are you doing here?” M/N asked, his voice raw from disuse.

Peeta stepped closer, careful not to startle him, as if M/N were a wounded animal. “I saw you come out here,” he replied. “I was worried.”

M/N let out a bitter laugh. “You shouldn’t be,” he muttered, turning his gaze back to the forest. “If I don’t come back, I’m sure everyone would understand.”

“Don’t say that,” Peeta said sharply, the sudden firmness in his voice cutting through the quiet. “You don’t get to give up. Not after everything…”

“Everything?” M/N scoffed, spinning to face him. “What did I survive for, Peeta? There’s no victory here. I’m alive, but she’s gone. And now I have to pretend like any of this is okay?”

“You survived because Katniss wanted you to,” Peeta said, stepping closer again. “She fought for you—”

“I don’t need a lecture about my own sister,” M/N interrupted, his voice rising. “You don’t know what it was like! You weren’t there! I should have protected her, but I couldn’t even do that. All I could do was… was watch as she—” His voice broke, the words dissolving into a choked sob.

He turned away from Peeta, trembling as his chest tightened painfully. He had spent every waking moment since returning home forcing himself not to break, swallowing back his grief until it clawed at his throat, but now it surged forward like a flood. He didn’t know how to stop it.

“It's not your fault,” Peeta’s voice was gentle, and when M/N felt a hand on his shoulder, he flinched but didn’t pull away. “You did everything you could.”

M/N shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “It wasn’t enough,” he whispered. “It’ll never be enough. She’s gone because of me.”

Peeta’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him in close. M/N’s legs buckled, and he collapsed into Peeta’s embrace, his sobs breaking free in jagged gasps. Peeta held him tightly, steadying him as he sank to the forest floor. He murmured soothing words, though M/N couldn’t make out the exact phrases—only that there was a calm, reassuring rhythm in the sound of Peeta’s voice.

For a long while, M/N cried in Peeta’s arms, clutching at his shirt as if afraid to let go. It wasn’t fair, not to Peeta, not to anyone, to have to bear the weight of his grief like this. But Peeta stayed, anchoring him through the storm of emotion until, at last, M/N’s sobs quieted, leaving him drained and hollow.

When he finally pulled back, Peeta’s shirt was soaked with tears, but he didn’t seem to mind. He looked down at M/N with an expression so full of understanding it hurt. “You’re not alone, you know,” he said softly. “You don’t have to go through this by yourself.”

M/N shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know how to keep going.”

Peeta’s hand found his, squeezing gently. “One step at a time. That’s all you need to do for now.” The words weren’t a solution, but they were something—a fragile thread of hope in a world that felt impossibly dark. And for the first time since returning to District 12, M/N didn’t feel completely lost. He still didn’t know how to live without Katniss, but with Peeta’s arm around his shoulders, guiding him back toward the fence, he thought maybe, just maybe, he could figure it out. One step at a time.

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gunnerfc · 9 months ago

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Needy | Cloé Lacasse x CanWNT!Reader

Summary: the time you spend away from your girlfriend during the season has you feeling needy during the international break {reader plays in Australia}

Warning: suggestive throughout and implied smut at the end!

WC: 2.3K

AN: in honor of Arsenal’s cunty cup win even tho she wasn’t there lmao 😭 & to the anon that requested, I hope you enjoy!

You sighed as your back hit the soft hotel mattress, exhausted from the long flight from Australia. You were grateful the staff had given you your own room for this camp since you were going to be arriving much later than the rest of your teammates. The one downside to arriving at camp much later was that by the time you arrived at the hotel, all of your teammates were in bed asleep. Which meant you would have to wait till breakfast in the morning to see Cloé.

Playing for different clubs did have its downsides, especially when it came to being intimate with your girlfriend. While you were excited to be back with the team and to play for your country, the main thing you were looking forward to this camp was finally being able to see Cloé. The entire week leading up to camp the blonde took it upon herself to tease you about how needy you were, knowing it was going to make you need her more.

You quickly got up from the bed to do everything you needed before bed, you were determined to get as much sleep as possible so you could wake up a bit early so you had time to see your girlfriend before breakfast. You set your alarm as you got comfortable in bed, your excitement about seeing the blonde in a few short hours was rising with each second.

You groaned at the annoyingly loud sound blaring from your phone, the sun’s bright light shining through the curtains. You opened your eyes slightly to turn your alarm off, stretching your arms as you sat up in the hotel bed. Taking a deep, relaxed breath you moved to get out of bed to get ready, you needed to see Cloé as soon as possible. After getting dressed and doing everything you needed, you were out the door and down the hall toward your girlfriend’s room.

You knew which room she was in since Quinn had texted you while you were on the flight that they were rooming with the blonde. You stopped outside the door, lightly knocking just in case both players were still asleep. A minute passed before Quinn opened the door.

“Morning, y/n/n. You just missed her,” the midfielder spoke as they leaned against the doorframe.

You furrowed your eyes in confusion, your girlfriend hated getting up earlier than she needed and you both had agreed to meet before breakfast. You huffed as you told Quinn you were sorry if you had woken them up before you headed towards the large conference room at the end of the hall.

You should have known this was a part of Cloé’s teasing, she was trying to make you desperate for her. Which was working. It had been so long since you simply felt her touch or even kissed her and it was starting to get to you. As you entered the large room, a few of your teammates were already eating and talking about the upcoming games against The United States.

Your eyes quickly scanned the room, looking for the blonde but you rolled your eyes when you didn’t see her. Knowing Cloé you knew she would wait till the last minute to show up and eat, which wouldn’t give you any time to actually talk to her. The rest of your teammates slowly started filling the room, the table you were sitting at now full, and still no sign of the winger.

You ate in silence, tuning out your teammates as they spoke around you. As you finished your food, Cloé strolled into the room, a smirk gracing her features as her eyes immediately found you and she saw your expression. You were right in thinking she was doing this on purpose, the blonde loved to tease you and she knew this would drive you crazy. Cloé took her seat at a different table, her eyes drifting your way as she waited for you to notice she was there.

As you listened to Jessie and Jordyn talk about how they are now rivals in the NWSL, you looked around the room hoping to see your girlfriend. Your eyes locked with hers quickly given that she was already looking at you and you felt your breathing pick up a bit. You tried to show you were upset with her but when a smirk appeared and she sent you a wink, you had to look away from her.

She didn’t speak to you at all on the walk towards the bus after breakfast and made an effort to avoid you the entire time. To anyone else, it would look like the two of you were fighting and avoiding each other, but you knew this was a game to her. She wanted you to be desperate and begging for her later and if things stayed the way they were, thats what was going to happen.

You took your seat near the back of the bus, waiting for the blonde to sit down next to you. No matter what, Cloé always sat next to you on the bus and you didn’t think this was going to change. Yet, as you watched her take a seat next to Sabs, you were proven wrong. You huffed as you sat back against the seat and turned to look out the window. You needed training to go by quickly so you could get back to the hotel and so Cloé could finally do all the things she said she would over text.

You watched the scenery pass by as the bus headed towards the stadium and your attention was pulled away from the city when you felt your phone vibrate against your lap.

cloé <3: you look cute when your pissed, baby

You rolled your eyes at her text, you couldn’t see her face right now but you didn’t need to know she had a teasing grin on her face.

you: I wouldn’t be so pissed if you would stop ignoring me

Cloé was only a few seats in front of you and with the bus quieter than normal, you could hear the blonde laugh lightly. Another piece of evidence that she was enjoying how she messing with you.

cloé <3: where’s the fun in that baby

You rolled your eyes at her response, opting to not respond to her because you knew she would just continue to tease you and you weren’t sure you could handle that. A few minutes later the bus pulled into the stadium and the team was heading toward the locker room to get ready. This would be the first time you would be close to the blonde given your numbers were next to each other and you smiled to yourself that she couldn’t avoid you fully.

Cloé was already in her cubby when you entered the room and you quickly joined her. She was in a deep conversation with Dri when you sat down, her back turned toward you as she ignored that you had sat down. You shook your head slightly as you changed your shirt, completely missed when Cloé turned to watch you as you changed. Her eyes scanned your partially bare torso as you changed before quickly turning her head when you were done.

She might be the one teasing you because she enjoyed how easy it was to make you beg, but not touching you or talking to you, was driving her crazy. Cloé debated with herself as everyone finished up, her need to kiss you won out. Your teammates started filtering out of the locker room and before you could stand, Cloé’s hand moved your thigh as she forced you back to your seat.

The simple touch from the blonde had your skin heating up and your breathing once again picked up at the feeling of her hands on you for the first time in months. As the last few teammates left the room, Cloé stood from the cubby, pulling you with her. When you were face to face for the first time today, the blonde pulled you into a deep kiss. Your hands moved to rest against the sides of her neck as hers held tightly to your waist. You moaned at the feeling of her lips against yours and the winger pulled you tighter against her.

You both pulled away when air became a problem, both of you breathing heavily. “Sorry for avoiding you, baby,” the blonde smirked as she gave you a quick peck.

“No, you aren’t,” you huffed, still trying to control your breathing. The blonde laughed at your words before she pulled away from you. She grabbed your hand as she pulled you out the door and towards the pitch.

You ignored the whistles from a few of your teammates, you didn’t care about their teasing after you finally got to kiss your girlfriend. Having Cloé’s hands on you for a short moment wasn’t enough, you needed more but you knew nothing would happen until you got back to the hotel.

During each piece of training, Cloé made sure to stand furthest away from you and avoided you whenever you were given a break. Each time you caught her eye, she would either smirk or wink at you to mess with you. Each time you felt your skin heat up and you knew had to quickly look away from her.

It wasn’t until you were running through corner attempts that she touched you again. As you stood near the penalty spot, waiting for the ball to be delivered into the box, you felt a pair of hands rest on your hips. You didn’t have to turn around to know it was Cloé and you could feel just how close she was to you.

“Hi, baby,” the blonde whispered into your ear as you watched Jessie raise her hand to signal the ball was coming. Cloé held on to your practice top, keeping you almost flushed against her as you tried to move into a free area to attempt a header. You watched as the ball sailed over your head toward the back post before it was headed over the crossbar.

You turned to glare at the blonde but were met with a teasing grin and your glare was long gone. Cloé winked at you before turning to walk away from you. You shook your head to clear your thoughts, your head filled with inappropriate images of you and the blonde that certainly weren’t helping. Training dragged on for much longer than you would have liked and you groaned as you sat back down in the locker room.

You quickly changed your shirt and shoes, opting to take a shower back at the hotel once you got back. You ignored your girlfriend next to you, knowing that if she simply spoke to you, you would most likely start begging for her to touch you differently than how she did earlier.

You were one of the first ones back on the bus, taking the same seat as the first time. You weren’t expecting Cloé to sit next to you this time, but you knew it was a part of her plan. You stared at the back of the seat that was in front of you, but you could tell Cloé was staring at you.

Once the bus took off, Cloé’s hand was back on your thigh as she squeezed your thigh lightly to get your attention. You swallowed lightly before turning to look at your girlfriend, an annoying attractive smirk once again gracing her features. There was no one across the aisle so the blonde took it upon herself to pull you into a kiss. You had to control your moans, not wanting anyone to hear you.

Your lips fought for dominance, roughly moving against each other before Cloé pulled back. Your hand shot up to your mouth before a whine escaped your lips and you kept it there as Cloé’s lips found the side of your neck. Your eyes rolled back as the blonde sucked dark marks along your skin as a way to claim what was hers.

You had to force down the moans that were threatening to leave your mouth and you were thankful that the bus had reached the hotel. When Cloé pulled back from your neck, she moved your hand from your move before giving you a quick kiss. She made sure the two of you were the last two off the bus, hoping to give all your teammates and staff enough time to empty the lobby.

The two of you waited by yourselves for an elevator, your breathing hadn’t slowed since Cloé kissed you on the bus and the excitement that filled your body was driving you crazy. If you didn’t have your girlfriend’s hands on (in) you soon, you weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. You were grateful when the elevator came back down and you two were still the only ones waiting.

Being alone in an elevator with Cloé was not helping you, but you were so close to getting what you wanted. You could feel how wet you were already and you were sure that Cloé had an idea as well. When the elevator doors opened, you all but dragged the blonde toward your room and quickly unlocked the door before pulling both of you inside.

Before you could process it, your back was flush with the door and Cloé’s lips were back on yours. The winger’s hands moved to lift your shirt and bra from your body as her hands roamed your naked torso.

“Please,” you whined as you pulled back from her, your girlfriend’s hands on you were driving you crazy but you needed more from her.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Cloé smirked as her lips met yours in another deep kiss. The blonde guided you deeper into your hotel room before your back met the soft hotel mattress, Cloé’s lips never leaving yours.

While you hated being away from the blonde for long periods, the time you had together after being apart was very exciting and you would never complain about her teasing if it meant having her make up for it giving you multiple orgasms, which she did that night.

#woso x reader #awfc x reader #canwnt x reader #cloé lacasse x reader #cloé lacasse #arsenal wfc x reader

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dreamyzhou · 6 months ago

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Iodine, Livermorium, and Uranium

Pairing: College softie!Hyunjae x Eric's sister!reader

Genre: Contemporary college rom-com

Words: 4,8k

Warnings: Eric is your younger brother and he calls you Noona time to time, swear words, rats, Gen Z jokes, Kendrick and Drake drama, food (ice cream, barbecue, and rice), mentions of alcohol, you and Hyunjae are of same age, a lil suggestive in the end (??!!!), kissing [idek if some of these should be a warning, but i care if you get hurt by a fanfic i write, so imma just put it]

Inspired by: Hasan Minhaj (overall him as a comedian, artist, and a person), because he taught me how to be funnier than I was before all this.

Premise: When your brother, Eric, said he will sit in Chair 16 in Chemistry, he knew you were about to come early to pull it before he gets to sit. And when you did, you realized it was a set up.

Dedicated to Izzy @from-izzy who I kept reminding myself of when I wanted to give up on this fic.

1st fic of 31st Alternate Universe by Ellie unlocked by Hyunjae.

[7:59 A.M]

Three knocks. All it took was three knocks on your wooden bedroom door to be prepared and put up a sleeping act.

"Y/N, first day of college! Wake up!" A kick on your door and a hyperactive male voice with volume boosted with megaphone almost shattered your eardrums.

Tense muscles rose your spine. Then, you looked at the kid in front of you with his "I love LA" shirt. In all honesty, you weren't prepared for that one.

"That was creative, I'll give you that..." You took a portion of your blanket to wrap yourself a fluffy cocoon of cotton.

"Creative? Dude, that was genius. World record on actually making half of your body get up at the least! You know you need a permit to use these?"

You looked at him with the most judgemental eyes you ever gave to anyone.

"You got a permit... just to wake me up?"

"...No, my firefighter friend did. I just borrowed it from him!"

"What if he got into trouble for your misuse?!"

"Relax! The fact that he gave it to me is already a misconduct... Now, it's third week of October..."

"So?" You groaned as you went back to your dream shell. The sight of your laziness rolled Eric's eyes, he turned the megaphone's volume to the maximum.

"So! Get yo ass out of bed, She-Who-My-Grandma-Compares-Me-With! First person to get the bathroom, gets all the hot water!"

All the melatonin in your brain disappeared in a snap of Thanos' finger. Every muscle strand in you responded within 0.01 second as you ran to the bathroom. Eric pulled your elbow to the back, causing you to lose balance for awhile. You took a sandal lying around somewhere, then threw it to his head. Unfortunately for you, as the sandal was in the air, the blond-haired Jerry to your Tom closed the bathroom behind him.

"Ugh!"

"I win!"

"Bleh, bleh, bleh... Whatever!"

You turned around, walking to your bedroom. Trying to construct new activities you should be doing for your first day in third year of university, but... let's just say it takes energy to think. Your usual routine was one hour of waking up, half an hour of breakfast, and breakfast while running. It was a decent routine, but you needed to keep them in order. You recalled yesterday when you brought a hot waffle to the bathroom, you let it cool down as you showered, and by the time you're finished you ate it. It invited a married rat couple who had many babies.

Yesterday? Hold on—

There was a screech coming from the door that got hit by the sandal.

"Uh... Noona? You can have the shower first... I'm in the mood to be nice today!"

"No, a deal's a deal..." Letting out an intentional maniac laugh, you were glad you can just use the guest bathroom (which was never the option because for some peculiar reason, the water was never hot.

"Fuck you!"

[8:43 A.M]

You accompanied your brother to the room they needed him and the rest of the first-year students. There was a third-year student volunteering to help out the first-years with their orientations and such, and you told Eric he could always go to them. The clock indicated it was almost the time you both needed to go your own ways. He looked back at you, as if shy to say something then he entered the room that hadn't close its doors.

You knew this habit of your brother's that somehow helped managing his anxiety a bit. Looking at an older sister figure seemed to ease him as if everything will be alright as long as you were there. You never really got an explicit expression of how good you are of a sister, but it was never about you when it comes to Eric. It was just about the fact that you helped him no matter if it was just by being there for him.

"Hey, Eric?" He already took two steps in the room, but your call turned him around.

"Yeah?"

"You're still ten centimeters shorter in my eyes..." Eric laughed at the insult that he disliked the most, but only if other people said it.

"And you are still screaming Justin Bieber's Baby lyrics with your brush in my eyes."

He approached you and you two did the sibling handshake that you both never made a mistake in for years.

"Don't forget to drive a sister home at 2:30, okay?"

"Won't!"

[3:16 P.M]

Unlocking the flat you shared with your little brother with the cold keys, you sighed as you entered the place. Eric promised to take you home, but you just got off the taxi and paid what could be the price of a fast food meal. You sensed danger when you heard, what you made up as, two males talking... and laughing. You hoped it was Eric, but their voices weren't the high-pitched and hyperactive kind. They were talking about... Drake?

"Oh hi, Noo—" POW!

Whether it was your reflexes that didn't even let him finish the word that could have make you (and his forehead) feel at ease or the fact that Eric was just unwise to be behind you while you were in your flight-or-fight mode... nobody knows.

"What'd you do that for?!" He screeched as he held his forehead.

He went to the mirror near the door, one that he installed for "fashion" purposes.

"Look at this! I got a sole with a Nike logo printed on my head!"

You didn't really care about how much it hurt as he was speaking about it. You went to the living room at started your own lecture on how ditching on one's sister is not nice. You didn't even introduce yourself to the two guys who were looking at you, not knowing what to do.

"Like dude, where were you?! I texted you and called you, but apparently you were inviting two strangers to talk about that Hotline Bling dude! Also who invites a stranger home— did you forget that you were almost kidnapped because you didn't listen to Mom's stranger danger lecture—"

"Y/N, there is a pint of Cookies and Cream ice cream next to the ice cubes in the freeze—" You smiled instantly and ran excitedly to the freezer.

The two 'strangers' were left agape that it took you food to earn your silence.

"Hotline Bling dude is crazy..." One of the two guys with a chiseled face and thin lips, laughed as you approach them.

"Moon Kevin, right? Second-year student? Photography?" He nodded with a chill attitude.

"Yes, ma'am!"

The other boy with a face with racoon features took the remote and continued the fanmade lyric video from Youtube that they left paused as everybody sat with their snacks in hand.

As they exclaimed "Owww!" at the rap punchlines, you noticed how quick the three clicked. How they sounded like longtime best friends reunited. You shook your head at their silliness as you watched the video in silence. At least you were in peace knowing that Eric would be in fate's good hands.

[5:37 P.M. | Week 3]

Okay... maybe you spoke too soon. You were not in peace. Especially, since everyday they would come over to the flat. Something about the way Eric socializes decreased your social battery when you didn't even know who these kids were. Last week, Eric invited three more strangers to crash 'his' place, they were all your juniors! Not to mention, famous juniors! Not only that, they watched NBA games and F1 races at night, occupying your house like a public facility whenever they can.

You were in the couch, invited to watch along, but you kept your lips shut, since these boys were rowdy and you weren't into basketball. Right now, they were challenging themselves to watch the game with water in their mouth and whoever spit it out first had to pay all their part of the dinner your bank account.

Your phone indicated a message coming in with a vibrate.

Biological 'Buy 1 Get 1' : Y/N. Hyunjae said he wanted to come here, is that okay?

You turned your head to Eric, bewildered.

"You invited five people who I still struggle to name without warning and my knowledge, but... sure I guess!"

You went back to your meal and you swore you saw three Singapore fountains living.

"Oww! You see that, Reggie?"

"I see that!"

"You see that—"

"I see—"

"Beast dunk by the man, Lebron James! Y'all, Miami game night is getting really hot tonight! Take a look at that jump in your ESPN replay—"

"HOLY SHIT, I ALMOST DROWNED!"

"YOU SPAT FIRST!

You just knew the next thing they would do is to fight for no reason, and blame it all on Chanhee (He didn't even participate to the challenge, but Sunwoo would gaslight the guy to pay if Chanhee 'really loves' his friends. That kid really had to thank God, Chanhee really loves them and is an aristocrat's son).

As you reach for more popcorn, the electronic doorbell rang. Eric parkoured from where he sat to the door (a habit you learned he had whenever he's excited).

As he came back, he brought two bags with McDonald's logo.

"Delivery man?" Your brother laughed at squirell guy's question (you hoped his name was Changmin).

"Nope. The snack himself." There was another man behind him.

A soft-gazed guy with a tall fitted figure, broad shoulders and carefully-crafted cheekbones. Oh yeah, this snack needs a warning...

"Hyunjae in the house!"

You really tried your best not to stare too much that night.

[8:14 A.M | Week 4]

"I knew it!" You shut your locker door and saw your brother looking at you with excitement.

"What do you want?" He ignored your rolling eyes.

You walked to the end of the hallway, thinking that Eric was following you. Your feet halt as it detected loneliness by the lack of Eric shadowing behind. Turning around, eyebrows united... you dropped your neck a little, expressing the face of a person left hanging by an Eric, who was looking at you with a smirk and a knowing look.

"So?! What do you know?!"

He took a few steps to you, then he said.

"You know I'm good in chemistry, right?"

"You have 23 exes and you cried when each time you broke up. What do you mean?"

"NOT THAT KIND OF CHEMISTRY—"

"Ohhhh... right... Ms. Choi gave you an AP class for Chemistry back in high school when you blew up a project... Wouldn't that make you eligible to skip 2 years in Chemistry for your Bachelor's?" Eric clapped his hand together.

"Ditto! Now... The dean had let me skip two years as long as I've done two weeks of pre-requisites, so here I am, stuck with your second class of the day, I'll be in Chair 16!" He turned around and ran to the indoor field as he saw Younghoon, a fellow third-year who happened to be your math tutoring student.

"You left me hanging, again?!" You knew that pain in the ass could hear you from afar, but he pretended not to hear by closing his ears as he ran and disappeared.

"Fucking dickhead..."

You opened your phone which had your college schedule as its lock screen wallpaper. Second period will be with Professor Do in Chemistry.

[10:41 A.M]

Ever since the first week of the semester, the lab's door had a paper taped onto it, saying "Warning: harmful acid clean-up! No entry!" and a letter from the chancellor that, while the lab needed to go through some clean-up due to a very harsh acid spill accident, all students who wish to seek Chemistry credits need to go to the Classroom XI, a spare room unused, to attend lecture.

You were in the room approaching the front rows. It was a strategy to record professors lectures better and also to keep yourself visible when your professors take attendance. The memory of raising your hand and saying 'here' and still marked as absent when you chose to sat on Chair 52, two rows behind the student cluster, traumatized you as it almost made you fail the whole course. Thank god you could prove that you listened to the lecture, since most of the lecture weren't on your textbooks.

You saw that Chair 18 was occupied. Chair 16 and 17 were empty.

Letting your Converse shoes took pace, you let your blue backpack hug the shoulders of Chair 17. You then sat in the chair, imaginatively creating prank scenarios to perform human-made karmas on Eric for making you wait to long for what he wanted to say at locker hallways.

Oh, this going to be perfect...

You felt it from your peripheral senses that Eric was approaching the chair on your left. Putting an act of clueless human being, your hand reached to your phone on your left pocket slowly. As the kid beside you dragged the chair behind, he was about to give up his responsibility to bear his own weight to his chair... until the same hand you used to try reaching your phone went to the back of his chair quickly and pulled it.

"Ow!!" You were covering your face not to burst into explosion of loud giggles. Turning your head to the left, looking at the boy on the floor and you—

Oh shit— Eric what did you do?

You remembered Eric's jersey number for his basketball match back in high school, so you look at Chair 22 at the row behind your right. There he was smirking at you and waving. You gave him your panicked face; in response you received a shrug and 'not my problem' (judging from your poor lip-reading skills). You showed off your canine teeth and a middle finger.

"Let me guess..." Hyunjae stood up and fixed his chair, resting his pained butt on it.

"I'm—" Your face were burning hot like a stove, probably red like a tomato by now.

"A friend set you up, because you want to get into my pants. So, you pulled my chair..." It was like the world had a hand on your mouth for a second. You chuckled nervously.

"First of all, not exactly. My bitch brother, Eric, said he'll sit here."

"Eric is your brother?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Yeah, why?"

"I thought you were his girlfriend back in his house..." You faked a vomiting gesture. He laughed a little at you with a small smile.

"Back to the topic. Second... Is the 'pulling your chair' trick famous or something? You didn't seem surprised." He looked at you, mouth agape in bewilderment.

"You're not up to date with the famous students here, are you?" You probably looked silly right now, but your eyebrows were probably like a great horned owl.

"Should I be?" He raised his eyebrows, then shook his head while smiling.

"No, no! It's fine! It's famous, because I do that prank to all of my friends. Let's just say, it became a strategy for girls to get closer to me when I started being friends with kids like Juyeon, Changmin, and... your brother."

"The hell you mean my brother's famous?" Hyunjae raised his chin at Eric's direction.

"Judge for yourself."

As you look back at Chair 22, the two chairs on its left and right were seated by girls who were twirling their hair and touching his bicep. On the other hand, he kept looking at his phone screen while ignoring them.

"Morning, students! I will introduce the molecular spectroscopy this week..." As Professor Do went on talking, his words fade away the moment you heard the big, dictionary-rich words.

"The only thing I like about molecules are the periodic table thing..." The guy next to you murmured.

"I don't even remember half of it..." You turned to him.

"You don't? So if I say you're Beryllium-Uranium-Titanium-Ful, you wouldn't have a clue?" You shook your head.

He smiled a little bit, yet you couldn't read what the intention was for.

[11:32 A.M]

You and Hyunjae tidied your belongings to your own backpacks, as everyone else did. All the urge to scream and knock some sense into your brother was still concealed in your chest. Now that you thought of it, a question tickled the back of your scalp.

"I'm confused though..." He looked at you with pursed lips.

"Yeah?"

"Why weren't you curious about the set up?" He tilted his head.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not curious why my brother set me up with you?" Hyunjae let few chuckles escaped his lips.

"Judging by your answers... I believe, it was more likely he was trying to set me up with you." He started to walk to the door slowly, until his feet froze in the middle of it as he faced you again.

"And you know what? I'm pretty glad, honestly. See you tonight, Y/N." He walked away with another smile.

Your eyes were almost out of its sockets. Every nerve on your body was confused; whether they should be relaxed because the man was away, or they should still be tense by the fact that what he said just now didn't make sense? Honestly, you didn't know anymore.

You kept your eyes at Hyunjae as he kept going to the door, you saw that Eric was leaning on the door waiting for him. They both let their hand greet each other in their masculine manner. Then, Eric winked at you.

[7:18 P.M | Week 7]

There had been no lectures or assignments ever since Week 5 until Week 9. This was because it was yuletide. Eric kept gaining new friends and inviting more to your house. He had to keep a promise that he can only bring ten people to your house, as long he was responsible for having them as guests.

However, you gained a liking to his friends. They really were how you hoped Eric's friends to be; as funny as him, wouldn't make him feel alone like how he wouldn't to other people, and influenced him to try so many other things. So, the promise he made was still kept, but you don't mind if he couldn't keep it once or twice. Like sweeping up the floor at midnight after they went home? You don't mind doing it with him.

...Okay, maybe there was one more. Lee Hyunjae. That man kept inviting you to watch matches along, it was ridiculous! By now, you know which NBA stars belong in which team. He taught you how to play PlayStation games. Sometimes, all of you were there but only the two of were enjoying Resident Evil on the screen.

The second time you interacted with Hyunjae after you pulled his chair was after school when he went to your house together with you. You offered him a ride together with Eric, saving his 4,500 Won to go to your flat every day. From Week 4 to Week 5, the three of you had been doing carpool karaoke at noon.

From then on, little conversations and details mattered to Hyunjae. Once you mentioned that you love homemade popcorn and french fries. After that day, he came with a homemade popcorn and another day with french fries. Every detail about you that he caught were used as a weapon to unintentionally steal your heart.

He was... too nice for someone who was just Eric's friend in your life. Maybe that was why you decided to be involved when you were invited to watch a game together.

Now, it was 25th of December. None of the other ten boys went home to their hometown or families. It was a sad week for them all. They were homesick and so were you and Eric as you both missed your family in LA. Then, Sangyeon, who happened to be the only senior of yours that made it to this friend circle, said a Christmas dinner should sound nice.

So, there you all were, eating Samgyeop and the Saeng Galbi that you grilled. Everyone enjoying their Soju bottles with the rice accompanied by the smoky beef, laughing as you shared how Eric once was asked to be the guy to replace an injured baseball player, then going home and watched a baseball match with a man claiming to be the father of the injured, doing the service as a gratitude for Eric. Two months later, the man was on breaking news for car theft and being chased by the police for six hours straight.

After the dinner, everyone opened up their presents. You were given a few things by these boys, like a hat by Changmin with a note "I don't really know what you like, but Eric said your ears get numb when it snows. Thank you for letting us be a safe space to each other by letting us hang in your house every day! Must not be easy :("

You also got new headphones, because Haknyeon noticed your left Airpods was broken. For people who weren't exactly close, but always welcoming for you (because you welcomed them first), they were very considerate and caring.

You opened your gift from Hyunjae and there were three things there: a Chanel lipstick, a mistletoe, and a coupon for the arcade. You were worried for a second that the lipstick shade won't match you. You turned the case and read what the name of the shade was: '16 - Livermorium'

The thin coupon paper was almost see-through, you could see that there was a writing with a marker behind it.

Wanna bail? □ Yes □ No

You smiled widely at the words, you looked for Hyunjae as everyone was busy talking to each other, expressing their gratitude for the gifts received. You saw Hyunjae leaning near the vestibule, already looking at you. The grin in your face widened and you nodded. He smiled as you both stepped quietly out the room.

"Y/N! Thank you for the new jacket!! You don't know how much I wanted this kind—" Jacob was about to hug you but he noticed you and Hyunjae were taking your shoes to go outside quietly.

You both looked up at Jacob, frozen and you panicked a little. However, Jacob gave a gentle smile instead. He reached to his pocket and tossed Hyunjae his Kawasaki keys.

"Y'all go! I'll cover for you."

[7:49 P.M]

The two of you were in giggles as you scored thirty points in the timed basketball game, while Hyunjae scored more but since his hoop didn't detect the ball passing through, he was still at zero.

"I won!" He rolled his eyes while curving his lips to a crescent, exposing the white on his teeth and the red in his cheeks.

Suddenly, a light bulb was lit inside that wrinkly organ in your skull. You took a few steps to Hyunjae, looking up at him wearing the biggest smile.

"Hey, Hyunjae."

He looked at your eyes, hypnotized by those honey ambers. His own eyes gazing at you from your eyes to the corner of your lips. For one second, he was too drunk in you to even respond.

"Yeah?"

"You opened my gift yet?"

"Yeah... The perfume, right? How much did it cost?" He did not intervene with his eye contact that moved from your eyes to your lips to your eyes and your lips (on and on and on).

"127,900 Won. It's custom made, just like the lipstick you gave me."

He started to feel weak in this eye contact, as if about to give up and just kiss you already. His breath started to hitch and had no energy to do anything beyond whispering.

"Yeah? What did you pick for my custom perfume?"

"I gave the perfumer a sample of my shampoo, my own perfume, my lipstick, and the butter you use for the popcorn you make... because it smells like me." Hyunjae smirked at the sensual, yet the genuine loving manner.

"Is that it?" His right arm decided to hug your waist.

You swore that you almost lost all the shyness and the contemplation to kiss him right there right then. His left thumb reached your bottom lip, dragging to the end point of your chin.

"You want me to remember you with your scent?" It was your turn to blush and get drunk in his love.

You nodded with a shameless naughty smile. Then you let your chin rest on his chest as you looked up to his eyes like a puppy. His pupils began to dilate as he stared at your eyes like a king sitting on his throne looking down at a begging treasonist kissing his feet.

"I just want you overall..." You whispered as he chuckled.

"Mhmm? Yeah? Why don't you show me?"

Hyunjae noticed you took something from the pockets of your pants. It was the Chanel lipstick he gave you and the mistletoe. As you left a gap between you and him enough to put on the makeup in front of him, he took the mistletoe from your hands put it on top.

"Make my dreams come true, will you?"

"Oh what? Kissing you under the mistletoe like the Justin Bieber song you always play?" You both giggled, never letting each other's sights out of each other's sights.

"Not really... Kissing Y/N and nobody else but Y/N had always been the dream since the first time I saw you." You raised your eyebrows at him while smiling widely.

"...And my childhood 13-year-old dream that I had when I was hitting puberty." You couldn't stop smiling and laughing. You snaked your hand, holding the mistletoe with him.

"Gladly..."

You leaned in with the best slow, romantic pace you could ever think of to introduce the relationship for much more kisses to come. It felt like you woke up from the dandellion hills in the Garden of Eden. Felt so right as if nothing in life had ever wronged you. It felt like you flew out of your body, elevating to the outer space where you live among the stars, just floating.

You both gave yourselves some breaths to take in, letting some space between you both.

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why a radioactive element, Livermorium?" He gave away the same giggles he had been having ever since he was with you in that arcade.

"I might memorize the periodic table, but I don't know what the chemical elements mean... I just like the way you can have a code to speak with when you have the periodic table." You tilted your head at him in confusion.

"So what is there to decipher?" He grinned at your cluelessness.

"Livermorium in short is Lv in Group 16 of the periodic table... familiar?" You looked at him wide-eyed as if starstruck at a Nobel Prize genius.

"Chair 16, Chemistry class... Lv short for the word Love?" He nodded proudly, enjoying the attention your eyes gave him.

"Corny, right?"

"Very!"

That night, he confessed that he would really like to be yours and he had never had anyone else (and didn't want to have) other than you in mind. It might look like it was too fast but the chemistry you both had spoke much for yourselves that actually, you were both ready.

From that moment on, the lipstick stained not only on your lips, but on his. He wore it so proud he wouldn't even wipe off the red-pinkish messy smears on his lower cheeks.

#dreamyzhou fic #deoboyznet #dreamyzhou the boyz hyunjae #lee hyunjae x reader #lee hyunjae #lee hyunjae imagine #tbz hyunjae #hyunjae #hyunjae fluff #hyunjae suggestive #tbz #the boyz

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wizardfrog69 · 2 years ago

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Hii!! Imagine with an Intelligent reader who literally outsmarts Fyodor and Dazai,maybe headcannon??

Hello! Idk why but today I'm getting so many requests, thank you for your request!

'•.¸♡ intelligence ♡¸.•'

Gn!reader

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Feat. Fyodor, Dazai

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

He would never talk with you about his plan, not because he trusts you. No. He doesn't talk with you about his plans because you might say how something that he's doing doesn't make sense and how he should do it differently or something like that.

He loves you for your intelligence and would love to have conversations about philosophy and stuff like that.

Whenever you play chess and win he will be proud of you but soon gets sick of always loosing. You have to let him win but he can always tell when you're letting him win which he appreciates but doesn't like.

Sometimes you have those weird conversations without talking, like you would look at each other and fucking have a conversation.

Playing something on Fyodor's chello while either of you guess what the song is is one of your favourite games.

Osamu Dazai:

Finds it cute whenever you outsmart him but it quickly gets old.

He loves having someone smart with him but if you constantly outsmart him he'll get annoyed and irritated. Yes it's great that you're smart and understand his line of thought but having an understanding beyond that gets to him.

Having conversations about humans and their nature? He loves that shit. Fuck humans and their incredibly heavy brains! Dolphins have a fucking bigger brain, talk to them!

Dolphins are weird and I wouldn't trust them near anyone.

In short, Dazai loves it when you're smart but can find it annoying from time to time.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Oh wow I wrote this in one sitting.

I ate too much cake today help I feel sick.

I did get to wear my frilly shirt to breakfast today which was really fun :)

Have a wonderful day/night!

-love, Az

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undercoverpan · 1 year ago

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Fish for breakfast

Spider wondered which deity he upset.

No, really, which god or goddess got so mad at him; they put him in this position?

This position being trapped beneath his dad as he hisses and snarls at his other dad, Jake. The enraged Na'vi had his ears pinned down as he bore his teeth at the other, the aforementioned Na'vi doing the exact same. It's normal for these 2 to be at eachothers throats, but it doesn't mean that Spider likes being held. By either of them. Jake lost his holding privileges when he had taken him to ride a tsurak, and promptly allowed him to be swept away by the waves. Quaritch lost his when he accidentally cracked a rib from how tightly he was holding.

"He's my son and I am taking him for the holidays!" Roared Quaritch, murder flashing in his eyes. "We agreed that Spider stays with me during Na'vi holidays!" Jake argued, his voice as sharp as his blade. "He's had enough Na'vi holidays, asshole! You're not depriving my son of christmas!" Spider didn't even know what Christmas was, but Quaritch wanted to take him on the RDA trip to the northern mountains, so he could experience a real christmas. He's not sure what that means, but he admits that it did sound fun.

And Neytiri didn't like having him around, especially on special days. He thinks it'd be nice to be welcomed on a holiday. It's a win-win situation, he gets to enthusiastically participate with one side of his culture and Neytiri gets to enjoy the festivities with her family without spider around.

Fair trade, right?

Wrong.

His dads were on the verge of instigating another war between them and Spider, as always, was caught in the middle. And this time, he hasn't even had breakfast yet!

"Oh who cares about christmas! It's a shitty holiday anyways!"

"Sully, I swear to God, I'm going to knock your teeth out!"

He managed to wriggle free while the 2 fought. He crept away to the beach, where no one was because it was the ass-crack of dawn. Strangely, he spotted a small cookfire with 4 people.

As he got closer, he immediately recognized them as his friends.

"Monkey boy! Come, come!" Kiri cheered as he ran over, crashing down into her waiting arms. They seemed to be roasting some fish over an open fire.

"Finally got away from dad?" Lo'ak asked as he chewed his food. Neteyam flicked his forehead, muttering something about swallowing first.

"Yeah, finally! They're both so overdramatic, they both give me a massive migraine every time they start talking about visits and holidays and who's my favourite. Eywa, I wish they would stop."

They all nodded in agreement. They suffered from having to live with the world's prettiest man who got into catfights with Quaritch every other day.

So they all sat there, talking about everything and anything to distract each other. What weaving pattern should Lo'ak use for the necklace he's making for Tsireya, Kiri found an ilu with a heart shaped mark on its forehead, Neteyam is getting better with a spear, Tuk ate a salty rock recently. They talk and laugh as they eat cooked fish all morning.

The group slowly goes silent. He followed their gaze as they all looked behind him. He felt his heart drop as he saw Neytiri approaching. Her face was blank, expression unreadable. The sand crunched beneath her feet as she approached.

She sat down between him and Lo'ak. They all watched her with bated breath.

With a click of her tongue, she spoke; "What's for breakfast?"

And they all started the morning with roasted fish.

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Everyone is fed up w Quaritch and jake, 100%

#spider socorro #avatar twow #jake sully #miles spider socorro #avatar spider #colonel quaritch #miles socorro

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h3rmess · 10 months ago

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WHERE OUR BLUE IS

Written by @h3rmess ✰

Masterlist

S1 : Chapter 6 - The Boy with Ten Shadows ☆

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Waking up the next morning, the view of the vibrant flora outside made me feel inspired to do my very best that day. The various colours stood out, each individual plant making their own statement. I wanted to make a statement. I wanted to show the world how powerful I truly am.

Feeling energized, I got out of bed and did my typical morning routine; I showered, got dressed into my new uniform, and did my hair. My hair sat in its usual manner, my bangs covering my forehead as the rest of my hair grazed my shoulders. I grabbed a breakfast bar from a box I had bought the day before and ate it as I left my dorm. I was greeted by Kugisaki, who gave me a smile.

"Good morning, Okumoto!" She waved at me as I waved back, offering a slightly awkward smile.

"Good morning, Kugisaki." I responded softly as she handed me a carton of strawberry milk.

"This is my favourite flavour." I inspected it joyfully. "Thank you."

"I asked Itadori, actually. But no problem! If we're going to be friends, we need to know these things about each other."

"Yeah, I guess we do if we're friends."

"Yes! We have made progress!" Nobara celebrated under her breath, looking excited. "Let's go!" She latched on to my left arm as we walked towards the field.

We went into the changing rooms and changed into our usual gym wear. I walked out of the changing room and went to sit next to Nobara on the bleachers. Gojo stood in front of us all on the field, getting ready to make an announcement.

"Okay, everybody! The sister school exchange event is coming up in a few weeks. I want to make sure that we, as Jujutsu Tech, win against the Kyoto students. We will be undergoing hard-core training. Don't hold back at all. Use all your power. The only rule is that you can't kill anyone, got it?" He announced as we all nodded.

"Great! Now, like I said yesterday, I really want to see that fight between Megumi and Seiko. I believe that with your prior training, you should be able to take on Megumi, Seiko. Give it your best!" Gojo finished as I got up from my seat. Nobara and Maki cheered me on as I stepped down the stairs and onto the pitch. I removed my hoodie, revealing a fanny-pack that sat over my right shoulder and under my left arm.

"What's the bag for?" Yuuji asked from the bleachers. I gave him a sly smirk, moving my eyes to look at him.

"You'll see." I responded.

Megumi's POV

Okumoto opened her bag and removed... two poker tokens? I looked at her, confused as she clutched them in her hand and got into a fighting stance. I readied myself to summon my shikigami.

"Ready, set, fight!" Gojo announced. I summoned Gama and Nue, running towards Okumoto. She stood, pointing her finger out like a gun once again and pointing it towards me. I closed my eyes as she shot a high-pressure beam between my eyebrows. The pressure made me feel dizzy for a moment, making me lose focus. She appeared behind me, completely throwing me off. I pondered how that was possible as she took a hit, which knocked me to the ground.

She appeared in front of me again, and I figured she must be using teleportation of some sort. I analysed her moves, getting Nue to cover for me. Nue swooped over her, knocking her over as I ran in to attack.

I was about to land a punch, but she rolled over to dodge my attack. She's so fast! She got up, running towards me with her right hand raised to the sky. "Configuration!" She chanted, a staff similar to Maki's appearing in her hand.

The air felt less dense as she came to attack me. Could she have done something to the atmosphere? It couldn't be teleportation... I saw the staff being formed in her hand. She lunged to attack me, striking me repeatedly. Not only was she fast, but she was very strong. Her hits left an impact like no other I had received. It was as if the surface of my skin had become numbed, and she was hitting me from the inside.

She kept attacking until Gama's tongue caught her arm, restraining her momentarily. She broke free of its hold easily as I regained my balance, positioning myself to defend. I summoned the fleeing hares. This would help me to create an opening, I thought.

The rabbits surrounded her within and instant as I prepared to attack. I felt a long object hit the artery in my neck. I turned around to see Okumoto, standing behind me with a smirk. She attacked me once more, knocking me to the ground in ease.

As a final blow, her staff plummeted down to my chest as if she were stabbing me. She stood like Neil Armstrong, as if she had conquered the world. The staff she had disappeared before my eyes, each particle floating away. What is her cursed technique?

She held her hand out, offering to help me up. I flushed in embarrassment as I took her hand. Once I had stood up, Okumoto shook my hand and bowed.

"Good fight, Fushiguro. You use the Ten Shadows technique, right?" She inquired as I nodded in response.

"I still can't figure out your cursed technique..." I responded inquisitively.

"I wouldn't expect you to know what it is. It went extinct two centuries ago. I am the embodiment of a miracle, or so they say." She responded, walking over to Gojo and the other students.

"Amazing fighting you two!" Gojo exclaimed, jumping up suddenly. "Seiko, you used your technique amazingly!"

She bowed as she replied, "Thank you. I couldn't use all aspects on Fushiguro since they can be dangerous, but you'll definitely see them in battle."

"Seiko, what is your cursed technique?" Yuuji asked her as she stood with her hands on her hips.

"Has anyone figured it out?" She asked around, everyone remaining silent.

"Her cursed technique is something unique to the Okumoto family's lineage." Gojo started. " In the 19th century, there was a special-grade sorcerer called Okumoto Gekido. His cursed technique consisted of atom manipulation, otherwise known as illusionary reality."

"Basically, I can conjure existing atoms together to create new objects. That why the weapons I use come out of nowhere, even though they're coming from somewhere." She explained as everything began to make sense.

"If that's so..." I started, "then how did you basically teleport behind me."

"That another part of my cursed technique. I have learnt so much about it that I can communicate with the earth and the space around it down to an atomic level." She continued.

"So what you're referring to is the manipulation of the space within earth. As the law of conservation states, energy can not be created or destroyed, only transferred, so everything remains within balance as Seiko uses her cursed technique. By using up free atoms within the earth's atmosphere, Seiko is able to make portals using the tokens she carries. They are imbued with high levels of cursed energy to make them as effective as possible during battle." Gojo added, "This level of understanding is extremely rare for someone of your age. You must be really smart."

She looked down slightly, thanking Gojo for the compliment.

"Although, I'm sure there is another step you could take to reach the full potential of your power..." He smirked to himself.

"You'll have to figure it out yourself. That's what happened to me, after all. On the verge of death, you grasp the true essence of cursed energy!"

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TAGS ~

@nyxlai @inlovewithlondonn @sad-darksoul @eternalalmondd @httpstoyosi @vivi-loves-penguins

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lotrandthehobbitwritings · 8 months ago

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New Life

Pairing: Thorin x (fem!) Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: mention of blood

Words: 3564

Khuzdul vocabulary:

Amrâlimê : my love

Ghivashel : my treasure

Mahal : god

irak'amad: aunt

galikh bakn yasath : good morning (my) bride

abnâm : beauty

(not proof read!)

The battle for Erebor was fought well over 10 years ago, the kingdom was established back to its original beauty and prestige and you all finally were able to live a comfortable life in the warm walls of your home. But most importantly, you finally were able to live a life with your husband, a life which he promised you years and years ago. Thorin has been your betrothed for many moons, and always promised to make you his queen once he would win your shared homeland back. Whilst he was gone, you worried night and day for the sake of your beloved and his company. Not only were multiple of your friends on his side, but your nephews also followed their cherished uncle. You remember Thorin telling them multiple stories when they were young lads, you also participated in telling them some of your own tales, but yours were never as astonishing as Thorin’s, especially not in the boys’ eyes. Of course, Fíli and Kíli enjoyed your stories a lot, but you knew that they enjoyed their uncle’s more, and it was more than fair. Thorin’s stories were heroic, full of adventures and exploration around Erebor. Hunting and killing creatures, enemies that dared getting too close to the king’s lands. These tales inspired your nephews to become just as great as their uncle and do as many things as he did, and that’s why they decided to join your betrothed on his quest. Thankfully all ended up well, and your new life was on its beginnings. It wasn’t easy in the first years, as they were spent rebuilding the kingdom. Even Thorin postponed his coronation until the reconstruction was completed. As he said, he couldn’t be king without a kingdom to rule.

‘’Amrâlimê, are you ready?’’

The voice of your husband pierced through the other side of the door where he waited for you. The two of you were supposed to have a meeting with Balin, Fíli, and few others to decide how festivities were to happen this time. Each year, you celebrated the victory of Erebor differently, not that there were many differences, but Thorin liked to add a special touch as the years went by.

‘’I’m not feeling so well my love, I don’t think I should attend the meeting, I wouldn’t want to make everyone sick’’

‘’Are you ill?’’ Thorin asked, worry showing as his tone changed.

‘’There is nothing to worry about, it’s probably just a flu’’

Your husband nodded to himself, believing you as you knew a lot about medicine.

‘’Alright then ghivashel, make sure to get some rest. I’ll come up to check on you after the meeting, and if it takes too long, I’ll come before it ends just to make sure of how you’re feeling’’

‘’Very well..’’ you said while opening the door of the bathroom.

Thorin’s hand automatically took rest on your cheek as you appeared before him. You were paler, you looked tired, exhausted even, and Thorin worried about you, but he knew that if you were to feel worse that you would go to him. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck and with a gentle motion he brought your head closer and rested his lips on your forehead. He wanted to kiss you, but he knew that you wouldn’t allow him as you never did when you were in such state. You couldn’t risk getting your husband sick, especially not with all the royal duties he has.

‘’Go lay down, it will make you some good, a little sleep will help. Have you eaten at all today?’’

‘’I ate a little at breakfast, but I couldn’t stomach much’’ you admitted.

Thorin nodded and tucked some hair behind your ear.

‘’I’ll make sure to bring some warm soup on my way back from the meeting, alright? You need to keep your strength so that you can get better’’

‘’Alright amrâlimê, thank you’’

‘’Anything for my queen’’ he said before kissing your forehead again.

You smiled faintly and looked up at your husband’s blue eyes.

‘’Walk me to bed?’’

‘’With pleasure ghivashel’’

Thorin walked with you, a hand resting on the small of your back as he led you towards your shared feathered bed. When he reached your side of the bed, he lifted the furs with his free hand, helping you in the comfort and warmth you needed. As soon as your body laid in the soft and balmy bedding, your eyelids became heavy and your breathing deepened, which brought a smile to your husband’s lips.

‘’Sleep well amrâlimê’’ you heard him say in a low and gentle voice.

You could only answer in a mumble before falling asleep. Thorin waited to make sure you were really sleeping before he left. He then made his way downstairs and joined the others who were already waiting for him.

‘’Thorin, we were starting to wonder if you would truly join us’’ Balin joked, followed by a small chuckle.

‘’Sorry, I was held back by an unforeseen event’’

‘’Where’s irak’amad? Is she alright?’’ Fíli asked.

‘’She is getting some rest, she has not been feeling well’’

‘’Again?’’

Thorin looked at him, confusion in his eyes.

‘’What do you mean, again?’’

‘’Well, she has been feeling utterly sick lately, Kíli noticed first and when he asked if I noticed as well, I saw what he meant’’ the blonde dwarf prince explained.

Thorin frowned in confusion as he hasn’t noticed you being particularly sick lately, but he also has been busy with royal duties as of recently, so he has been spending less time with you than he regularly does. He decided to brush it off for now and focus on the task at hands. He would ask you later about what your nephew just told him. And so, the meeting went on, proceedings for the festivities were discussed and decided at the unanimity of all and quickly enough, Thorin was able to go to the kitchen to prepare you a warm and comforting soup his mom used to cook him when he was feeling under the weather.

As he walked back to your chambers he heard no sound, meaning you were still asleep and he was relieved, because if what Fíli said is true, then you needed you rest more than he thought. Thorin silently made his way to your bedside and gently put the tray down, careful to not wake you up or spill any liquid on the shiny oakwood of your bedside table. Despite his best efforts, you woke up because of the savory scent of the soup.

‘’galikh bakn yasath’’

You chuckled tiredly and looked at your husband.

‘’It’s quite far from morning now don’t you think?’’

Thorin smiled and helped you sit up.

‘’I prepared you my mother’s soup, I know how much you like it’’ he said while gently putting the tray down on your lap.

‘’Thank you amrâlimê, it smells delightful’’

You grabbed the spoon and started eating the lovely meal in front of you, and you thanked mahal that you were able to stomach it. Thorin watched as you take small sips from the wooden spoon and smiled to himself, but then remembered what Fíli told him earlier, making his worry come back as quickly as it arrived earlier.

‘’Ghivashel?’’

You looked at your husband and hummed in questioning, chewing on the vegetables in your mouth.

‘’While we were at the meeting, Fíli said that he and Kíli noticed you were often sick lately, and as much as I hate to admit I haven’t noticed, my schedule hasn’t allowed me to be with you as much as I’d like to be… And I wanted to know if it’s true’’

You put your spoon down in the bowl and sighed a little, hoping Thorin didn’t hear. You in fact have been sick for a few days now and though you thought it would’ve gotten better by now, it simply wouldn’t go away. You were thankful that your husband didn’t see you in such state as you hated when he did, he would desperately worry about you, and you simply couldn’t bear to have him in such state just because of you.

‘’I have…’’ you said quietly, not daring to look at him in the eyes.

His look softened, and his eyes became shiny, almost as if he teared up.

‘’Amrâlimê… Why didn’t you tell me before?’’

‘’I don’t want you to worry about me Thorin, you have enough on your mind as it is, you don’t need to worry about me more than you actually do, especially not when you’re as busy with royal duties as you are lately’’

‘’But I must worry about you’’ he said while gently taking your hand in his. ‘’What kind of husband would I be if I did not worry about you, abnâm’’

‘’It wouldn’t make you less of a good husband, my love’’

‘’It’s my duty as your husband to worry, now… Is it something bad?’’ he asked, scared to know the answer.

You sighed again. You of course knew why you were sick, you’ve known for a little while even. Being skilled with medicine, it didn’t take you long to realize why you were feeling ill, but you didn’t know how to break the news to Thorin.

‘’It’s not something bad amrâlimê’’ you said, still not looking at him.

Thorin grabbed the tray and put it back on the bedside table before sitting down in front of you, taking both your hands in his.

‘’Then what is it?’’

You looked at your hands in his, looking at the small details on his hands, looking at the ring you exchanged on the day of your wedding. A small smile formed on your lips as you think back to that day you when became his wife, became his queen. It was one of the best days of your life and it would always be, along with the day you realized you were pregnant. You and Thorin never really discussed having children, at least not in a serious way. You of course brought up the idea before when your nephews were toddlers, but it never came to life and only stayed a dream of yours. But now that your nephews were older, and that Fíli was more than prepared to be the next king as he’s been your husband’s heir ever since his birth, you didn’t know if you being pregnant would bring as much joy as it would’ve brought years ago.

‘’My love?’’ Thorin said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

‘’I-‘’ you sighed. ‘’I don’t know how to tell you Thorin… I truly don’t’’

Your husband held your hands tightly, now only worrying more even if you told him that it was nothing bad.

‘’You don’t need to be scared ghivashel’’ he said while gently rubbing the top of your hand with his rough thumb.

You intertwined your fingers with his and looked up at his eyes. Oh, how you wished your child would have his beautiful ocean eyes.

‘’I’m pregnant Thorin’’

His eyes grew big at the sudden news. He was expecting everything but this, but that didn’t make him less happy. A big smile quickly made its way to his lips and his eyes lit up like fireworks in the dark summer skies.

‘’Are you really?’’

You nodded.

‘’If my calculations are right, I should be 4 months along’’

‘’Already?’’ Thorin asked excitedly.

You nodded again, which made your husband’s smile grow even more.

‘’Amrâlimê I can’t believe this, our own lad or lass’’ he said, gently resting his hand on your lower stomach.

You smiled too, but not as much as you should.

‘’Is something wrong?’’ Thorin asked.

‘’What about Fíli… This changes everything now, doesn’t it?’’

‘’Well… It technically should, yes’’ he answered.

‘’Technically?’’ you asked, confused.

‘’What I mean is… I could always decide to leave the throne to him, he’s been my heir for over 80 years, it wouldn’t feel right to take it away from him so suddenly after all the work he did to be in my boots’’

You nodded in agreement, relieved to know he thought just like you did.

‘’But we have time to decide, we still have a few months left before our little one is born, we can wait to announce your pregnancy and we can wait until you give birth to take a decision on the line of succession’’ Thorin said softly, being surprisingly calm towards the situation.

‘’Alright my love, let’s do it that way’’

Thorin smiled and kissed you differently than usually, it was a kiss you haven’t had in a long time. A kiss that meant you were about to start a new life.

Months went by rapidly, and you now found yourself near your due date. Your bump was taking most of the space wherever you went and you felt like an inconvenience to all due to your ability to do things being limited. Thorin made sure to always be by your side, and if he couldn’t, he made sure you weren’t alone. Luckily for him, your youngest nephew dedicated himself to you almost entirely ever since you announced your pregnancy to everyone. Kíli has always been very fond of you, even as a young lad he enjoyed spending lots of time with you whenever Fíli was busy on royal duty with Thorin. You two had a special bond and it only strengthened after he learned he would have a cousin.

‘’Irak’amad we should go outside, it’s nice and sunny and there’s a nice breeze, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it more than all that grey stone’’ Kíli said laughing as he knew Thorin restricted you to a few rooms only ever since you entered the last weeks of your pregnancy.

‘’Please, I am suffocating in here’’ you answered with a chuckle.

Kíli helped you up from the chair on which you were sitting and helped you walk outside of your room, leading you towards the gardens where you could rest on benches while enjoying the lovely weather of spring.

‘’How are you feeling?’’ your nephew asked as you two walked outside.

‘’Better now that I can feel the wind on my face’’

Kíli chuckled and led you to a bench, where he helped you sit.

‘’Thank you Kíli’’

‘’Any time’’ he answered before sitting next to you.

The two of you talked and as you listened to Kíli telling you about his hunting trip with Fíli, you felt a pain down your back, but thought nothing of it as you have been feeling these for a few days now, which was normal due the advanced state of your pregnancy.

‘’Irak’amad?’’

‘’Yes Kíli?’’

‘’Have you and Thorin thought about the line succession? I’m sorry its none of my business, but I’m simply curious’’

‘’Oh’’ you gave him a small smile. ‘’Well, I think we will leave it as it is, although we haven’t fully decided yet. But we both think it would be unfair to your brother with all the work he put in, it would only be right to honor his efforts’’

Kíli nodded.

‘’And plus, if Fíli remains the heir, I could spend more time with the little one without having her taken away for royal duties’’

You chuckled at his response. You loved how convinced Kíli was that you were having a girl. He claimed that he asked your bumped and got an answer and has ever since been saying that you were carrying a daughter. Thorin thought it was nonsense, yet thought it was funny.

‘’That’s also true, but you better not trick my child into all those schemes of yours, I had enough of dealing with you and your brother, I don’t want history to repeat itself’’ you said laughing.

‘’I’ll try my best, but I’m so convincing that she might end up just like me’’

You two laughed together, but soon your happy expression turned into a pained one.

‘’Irak’amad? Is everything alright?’’

‘’Y-Yes, just a fake contraction’’ you said while taking a deep breath.

Kíli nodded, not fully convince as your face was still clearly showing you were in pain. And his doubts were confirmed when you frowned again, this time both from pain and shock. You felt liquid run down your legs and soon enough Kíli saw it as it fell down the garden’s stone.

‘’Let’s get you inside quickly, can you walk?’’ he asked you while quickly getting up.

You could only nod as an answer. Kíli helped you up gently but also rapidly as he knew there was no time to waste.

You both walked inside and looked for someone to alert Thorin that you went into labor. Yet no one was around, and you started panicking.

‘’Don’t worry, we’ll find someone’’ Kíli said reassuringly while turning his head left and right in hopes someone would magically appear.

Almost as his prayers were heard, he heard the steps of someone approaching. You both recognized Thorin’s footsteps and when he passed the wall and saw you, his eyes grew big.

‘’Amrâlimê! What on Earth are you doing out of our room? Didn’t I tell you to-‘’ but he was quick to stop talking when he realized what was happening.

‘’Kíli, go get your mother, tell her to join us with water and towels, now!’’ Thorin said while walking to you.

Kíli quickly ran to search for his mother while Thorin grabbed your hand and put his other on your lower back.

‘’Let’s get you in our room’’

You nodded and walked with him back to your chambers, where you were joined by Kíli, Fíli, and Dís.

‘’Give one big push, you’re almost done’’

Dís’ voice was mixed with a ringing from your ears. You didn’t know how long you’ve been in active labor for, but all you knew was that you couldn’t keep going for long. You were dizzy, sweaty, in pain, and felt light. You barely had any energy left in you, the only thing keeping you going were the sweet words your husband was whispering in your ear. Thorin knew how hard labor was, he was there for both Fíli and Kíli’s birth, but he had to acknowledge that your labor was by far worse than Dís’. You were losing more blood, nothing alarming but still more than regular blood loss, and he could tell that you were running out of energy. He was worried sick, but he knew that was the last thing you needed right now and so he kept it inside of him. He thanked mahal that Fíli and Kíli also hid their worry from you. Your nephews were on the other side of the bed, Kíli held your hand while Fíli wiped the sweat off your forehead with a cold cloth. Thorin of course held your hand too and kept whispering in your ear, reciting how you met, how he asked to court you, how your wedding day went, and all those events that made you happy.

As you gave the big push Dís requested, you let out a scream of pain and squeezed both your husband’s and your nephew’s hand tightly. Tears were streaming down your face and Thorin gently wiped them with his thumb.

‘’You’re doing so good ghivashel, I’m so proud of you’’ he whispered in your ear before kissing your temple, which was sweaty and had hair stuck to it, but he didn’t mind.

‘’Good, that’s good! The baby is almost out, keep going like this’’ Dís said trying to encourage you.

Her technique worked, because less than ten minutes later, the room was filled with the piercing cries of your baby. Dís wiped the baby and pat its back to remove anything that could block its airways before cutting the cord and wrapping your baby in clean furs.

‘’It’s a little girl’’ she said smiling while handing you the baby.

You took your baby in your arms and looked down at her, she was the exact copy of Thorin. Same nose, same lips, same shape of eyes. You smiled and sobbed happily before looking at your husband, who was also crying. Thorin gently put a hand on your daughter’s head and kissed you.

��’Thank you amrâlimê, thank you so much’’ he whispered against your lips before kissing you once more.

Fíli and Kíli looked at each other and smiled. They never thought that they would’ve witness anything like this, especially not coming from you and Thorin, but they couldn’t be happier to have been present for the birth of their cousin.

‘’I was right’’ Kíli said while nudging his older brother in the ribs, leaving Fíli to groan in pain.

‘’Kee don’t ruin the moment’’ Fíli said, which made you chuckle tiredly.

‘’I’m not, I was just saying’’ the youngest said teasingly.

They both then looked down in your arms and smiled more.

‘’She’s beautiful irak’amad, congratulations’’

‘’Thank you Fíli’’ you smiled at your nephew.

‘’Our little princess’’ Thorin said, smiling down at your daughter.

He never thought that his life needed something else. He had you, his sister, his nephews, his friends, and his kingdom, and for the longest time, his life felt complete. But that was before he learned about your pregnancy, and before meeting your daughter. This new life was all he needed to truly, and finally be complete.

#the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit imagines #lotr imagines #thorin imagines #the hobbit thorin imagines

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gojocumdumpster · 1 year ago

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”My name is Baki…Baki Hanma” 2

Type of story: Sfw

Afab reader (Sorry guys if there's not a lot gender neutral yall know im slow as hell)

I'm not using those pink letters int this story for y/n.

You had arrived home going to your bedroom, "I think I'll take a shower tomorrow." You said laying down on your bed. All you could think of was Baki..Baki Hanma. Maybe those girls who sat next to you were right. 2 weeks past and the next tournament was today.

Baki's POV: She said she was going to be here, should I ask for her number? Would if she says no..? Would if she thinks I'm a monster, would if she has a boyfriend.. Baki said to himself walking around circles in his graffitied house.

You woke up, today was the tournament and today you were going to see Baki. You paided for your tickets through the app and got the same spot you sat last time, you decided to wear a black dress to show off those curves. Hol on y/n do a 360 lemme see that ass move This was your dress: here with your choice of shoes. cause yall gon bash me for picking crocs You did your morning routine and had time to make breakfast so you made oatmeal and left.

You made it to the tournament building and waited in the lane for people who paided online, you parked your car and made your way towards the lobby, men were staring at you up and down the girls were giving you nasty looks but you didn't care because you were the bad bitch only in there. Except Jackiesha was the OG you can't out do the OG..anyways..

You made your to the food court and got you a hot dog and a drink, you walked to the arena as you took your seat, Round 1 was a tie because they both got knocked out at the same time. People were saying it wasn't fair and some were, you had to get on someone's case because they were doing to damn much. After that they were quiet the whole time, last round you saw that same Reddish-brownish haired boy. You stood up chanting his name as you waved at him to get his attention, he some how heard you through all those loud manly deep voices when you had a soft voice. Look at you. Now your doing to much y/n sit tf down.. He looked up at you and shook his head smiling.

You sat down waiting for the next fighter to come out. You ate your food as your were excited to see baki win. 6 minutes in the round baki was about to lose until he did a special move his father taught him that had everyone in shock. Everyone was silent as he got up and walked away until he heard *Clap Clap..* No it isnt what you think... You stood up clapping for Baki soon people were clapping with you. He looked at you with a big smile as he gave you a thumbs up.

It was time to leave and you were "lost" again as you walked to the back. You saw fighters looking at you like last time biting there lips at you. You didn't know which room Baki was so kept walking until you saw a room with there door creaked halfway. It looked like Baki was there! *Knock Knock* "Room service is here!" You said knocking on the door. "Y/n is that you.?!" he said chuckling and opening the door more. He let you come in his room as it had a shower and a couch with a TV. He closed the door and turned towards you. "W-wow you look better up close" He said nervously.."Thank's Baki!" You say as you give him a 360.

"Is it okay if I hug you?" He said fiddling with his hands. "Sure!" You said reaching your hands out. You guys hugged each other his hand's slowly trailing from your back to your waist and resting on your hips as he rubs your hips gripping the thickness of it, slowly going down to your plump round butt both hands touching it. You were blushing in his neck the whole time with your hands around his neck, he gripped your ass as they fit perfectly in his hands. I'm sorry y/n I think I lost myself for a second as he lets go. "It's okay Baki" you say laughing at his flustered face. You guys took a seat on the couch he wanted to tell you something. You could tell, "What is it Baki? Tell me.' You say with your hand on his thigh looking at him with pleading eyes. He looked at you in shock as if you almost read his mind. "Can I get your number..? It's fine if you don't-" You cut him off "Of course Baki!" as you put your number in his phone fast as light. He smiled at you shaking his head. You guys hung out for hours on the couch. It was time to go and he had walked you out to the entrance. You said your goodbyes and quickly kissed him on his cheek and ran off to your car. He touched the part where you kissed him and looked at your car in shock as you drove off.

#baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #pickle baki #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki dou #baki headcanons

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trivialbob · 10 months ago

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Tonight Sheila and I went to the brewery. We played cards while we had a beer and ate pizza we brought with us.

We didn't bring any of our dogs. Sheila made a point to pet every dog in the brewery. One person said her Golden Doodle likes pizza crusts. Sheila offered a crust to that dog named Ruby. Ruby was extremely friendly, yet would not take food from a stranger. Sure, we could rub her belly. Just not feed her.

The pizza, from our nearby tavern, was The Loafer: Garlic butter mashed potatoes, house cheese blend, meatloaf, sauteed mushrooms, and garnished with zesty ketchup and parsley. It was fantastic. I have one left over slice which I'm going to devour for breakfast tomorrow.

Again Sheila won at Five Crowns, the card game we bring with us. She keeps a tally. After tonight's games Sheila is up 25 to 10 games. She guards that little scrap of paper like it's a winning Powerball ticket.

I've been wanting to make my own gin again. On the way home from the brewery we stopped to get vodka. Sheila pointed out some beer she thought I'd like. I bought this four-pack of Lupilin Brewing's Salted Caramel Stuffed Double Chocolate Cookie Imperial Stout.

Four 16 ounce cans. 10% ABV. Eight word and 18 syllable name.

Those flavors tell me it should have come with a toothbrush, toothpaste, and perhaps even some dental floss. I don't fee like having one tonight. I'm full of pizza and in no need of dessert.

When making homemade gin you don't need the finest vodka as a base. Though I enjoy saving money and love fun product names, I couldn't bring myself to buy Gotcha Vodka, despite the lofty description that says it is "5X distilled - ultra purified vodka made with 100% Iowa corn."

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onboardsorasora · 1 year ago

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Here's some feel good championship celebrations. Trying to get back into the swing of writing, I hope this is good lmao. Peripheral editing, so sorry for any mistakes.

Part 1 | Part 20

Part 21

Daniel grinned as he held his phone aloft, filming the singing crew below. From his vantage point halfway up the stairs he could see all the mechanics as they sang drunkenly along with Christian to Wonderwall. Who knew Genty knew how to play the guitar?!

Daniel was amazed, he’d never been with a team when they won a big championship before and being in the depth of the garage when Max crossed the finish line in Japan had been quite literally a surreal out of body experience.

He and Blake watched as Max was enveloped by his team, patting him on his helmet and back, lifting him high into the air. The drinking had started immediately, and now hours later, Daniel knew he was the only sober person in the building (stupid meds). But it was fine, he was more than happy to (unofficially) record the memories for the team. He swung his camera to the left to capture the moment when Max walked back into the room– the cheers that erupted were deafening. It felt as if he was at an Eagles game and they just scored the game winning goal, only condensed in this tiny room.

Max went pliantly into Christian’s hug, both men grinning squinty, crinkly, happy grins. Daniel knew that there wasn’t one braincell between them right now.

Max looked up and his face brightened when he recognised Daniel, he waved him down and everyone turned around to see who had Max’s attention. They all cheered again when they too saw the Aussie.

Aussie Aussie Aussie!!!

Oi Oi Oi!!

Daniel didn’t see who started the chant, but he did see Micheal gleefully screaming along. Blake motioned for him to go downstairs and he did, yelling out his own ‘kikiki ra!’ that Max returned.

“Hi” Daniel grinned once stood beside Max, a waitress came then with a new round of drinks and Max quickly grabbed the lone bottle of sparkling water and pressed it gently in Daniel’s left hand.

There was a toast to the team, and Daniel took his time uncapping his bottle. When the screams went up again he was ready with his own drink, drinking to the 6 time world champs.

“One down, one to go eh?!” Someone yelled and that started a chant of ‘one more time’ which had Max positively beaming.

Daniel kissed his boyfriend’s cheek but Max wasn’t having it– pulling him in close for a full blown wet kiss. If Daniel thought the cacophony before was loud, the noise now was thunderous.

Later, when Daniel was steadying Max as they walked to their room, he couldn’t help but stare fondly at his wasted boyfriend. He had stuck to gin and tonics the whole night, but Christian had left an open tab on the company card– and Max had conspiratorially told him that there was a championship budget with a lot of zeros.

No one else faired any better, Daniel had dropped off Blake and Micheal two floors down– it had been a wild ride trying to coax Max back into the elevator. He didn’t want to accept that they hadn’t reached their room yet. But they made it and Daniel felt he deserved a prize for shepherding an entire drunk team. Max fell face first into the bed– literally already asleep, and Daniel followed behind him after taking off their shoes.

Daniel woke up to the smell of breakfast and his stomach growled louder than any noise the team made last night. He distantly heard Max’s chuckle and felt lips pressed to his forehead. Max was fresh from the shower damp, his cheeks still rosy from the heat of the water. Daniel didn’t comment on the fact that he was wearing his sunglasses.

“Morning Love, Christian sent up breakfast and a card. His text said that you ‘did the lord’s work’ and he appreciates it.” Max yawned around some of his words, and his accent ate the others.

Daniel smiled indulgently, last night was fun and he was excited to do it again in Qatar– he should be off his meds by then so someone else will have to babysit.

#maxiel #max/daniel #tennis au #tennis player!dan #tennis!dan #my fics #fic rec

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snowball-doie · 18 hours ago

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i need that drm angst yesterday plz and thnk u

ask and you shall receive~~ this is ofc not canon, but there's plenty in here to help understand what their dynamic is like! as per usual, lmk if you have any more asks about them <3

tw for ed, talking about not eating, talking about weight, twt discourse, etc.

When the boys enter the house, they find Sooah sitting on the couch like she usually does when she’s waiting up for them after a long day—She usually welcomes them with a smile and a jumping hug, though… This time, she’s sitting there, hardly glancing up through her lashes to acknowledge them filing into the house after their big win at another music show earlier in the morning. Where’s her smile? Where’s their hug? Why’s she sitting there, pouting, and slowly moving to her feet while glaring at them? Did Jaemin leave the bathroom seat up again? No, he looks just as confused and scared as everyone else, so what’s got Sooah in such a bad mood when they should be celebrating?

“Kitchen. All of you.”

Paralyzed with fear, all seven boys watch Sooah walk to the kitchen first, but when she doesn’t sit at the dining table, they nervously move to follow her because she’s about to turn around to check that they’re obeying her, and they know well that if they don’t listen when she’s in a bad mood then things will only get worse. Mark’s the first to go. He pushes past the rest of the boys to instigate the herd moving to the kitchen. Sooah’s standing there. Her arms are crossed over her chest, she’s frowning, and her eyes look red like she had been crying a bit while they were at work.

“Noona, can I shower firs—” Chenle begins, already turning towards the stairs to go up to his room; and before the boys can try to save him, the unexpected happens.

“Sit your asses down. Now.”

Within an instant, all seven boys sit around the dining table in their usual “assigned” spots that happened naturally over the time they have been living together. Chenle looks embarrassed that he tried to weasel his way out of the lecture they’re about to receive—But it’s a good thing for the other boys that he took the bullet first so that they know now that the only thing they can do is sit silently and wait for Sooah to talk about whatever’s going on.

“Who here didn’t eat this morning?” she asks.

The boys all exchange confused glances. She waits for an answer. When no one says anything, she sighs and looks at the first person on her left, Jaemin. He throws his hands up in surrender and says that he had a chicken breast and a smoothie before they left for the award show, and she trusts him because that’s his usual breakfast anyhow. She looks next to him, Jeno. He looks away from her because his face is twisting with guilt and there’s no way he can hide the fact that he didn’t have breakfast… and telling by the way Sooah’s extremely pissed off, admitting something like that is only going to land him in more trouble. Sooah sighs. Jisung is next to Jeno, and he admits that he had fruits in the green room; Mark confirms this from across the table before saying that he also had fruits and a granola bar. Chenle is next to Jisung, and he says that he had a pastry, which he’s regretting because his stomach hurts and he wants nothing than to shower—Mark kicks his foot under the table.

“I know about you,” Sooah says while skipping Renjun whose face turns red with embarrassment and guilt because suddenly everything is starting to make sense with just that one comment.

At the music show, the boys had a chance to talk to CZennie before their recording slot, and a fan called out to ask what Renjun ate for breakfast, and he casually replied that he didn’t eat because he didn’t want to look bloated on camera. While the fans whined with worry, Sooah was at home, reading the Tweets about how Renjun didn’t eat breakfast again, a third day in a row because the day prior Renjun insisted that he was running late for rehearsal so he didn’t have time to eat at home, but he promised to pick up something on the way! (He didn’t, Mark later reported to Sooah). And the day before that, Renjun didn’t eat before a different music show because he said the nerves were messing with his stomach, which Sooah only excused because she understood that this comeback was different for him, so he just needed to adjust before things would go back to normal. Sooah is sick of the excuses now, though. And she’s fed up with giving Renjun the benefit of the doubt.

Haechan raises his hand to be honest about the fact that he too didn’t eat that morning. With that, all seven boys have given their replies to Sooah’s investigation. So she turns to the kitchen where she silently, but angrily, starts warming a pan on the stove while she pulls the eggs out of the fridge, and after angrily cracking those into the hot pan, she throws the remaining eggs back into the fridge. No one else moves besides her. They don’t even breathe a word. They just watch as she stomps around the kitchen to grab three plates which she sets out so that she can put fruit slices on them—Jaemin’s worried she’s going to take a finger off with the way she’s angrily slicing, but he’s more worried she’s going to only get worse if he tries to intervene, so he watches while biting his tongue.

When the eggs are done, she evenly distributes them onto the three plates before returning the pan to the stove so that it can cool down. She brings to plates over and drops them in front of Haechan and Jeno. When she turns her back for a moment to grab the last plate, the boys all exchange nervous glances, each of them wondering if any of them are brave enough to speak up to ask what’s wrong or if she can just calm down for two seconds so that they can talk it out. Honestly, they’ve never seen Sooah like this. Sure, she gets mad from time to time—They all do! It’s hard living with so many people, and it’s even harder dating that many people, of course tensions brew occasionally; but Sooah has never, ever been this furious, and they aren’t really sure how to react when Chenle speaking up already set her off. Perhaps silence really was the best thing for them. So no one says or does anything when she drops the last plate in front of Renjun whom she stares at as she says bluntly, “Eat.”

Everyone watches as Jeno, Haechan, and Renjun scarf down their breakfasts which are a few hours overdo… Even though it was made with frustration instead of love, it still tastes good… Renjun can’t admit it, but after not eating food for so long, it tastes like the best meal he’s ever had…

“I’m only going to say this once, so I want you all to hear me loud and clear,” she begins after their plates are nearly empty. “I’m done.”

All the boys look up with wide, worried eyes.

“I feel like I’m a fair person… I fee like I try so hard to be understanding and accommodating because that’s what I signed up for, I know that, okay. I don’t say anything about the long work hours you guys have, or the tours that keep you away from home, or the fanservice, or the fact that I can’t be seen in public with you guys. I don’t say anything about how most of you don’t get near enough sleep every night because you’re so busy with work… I don’t say anything about how the stress you’re all under is ruining you—I keep my mouth shut because I get that this is just your lives, and it’s what I want to be part of. But there’s one thing I will not tolerate in this house, and I’m being fucking serious—”

If there is one thing about Sooah, it’s that she’s not the type of person to curse for no good reason. She uses profanity rarely, and it’s only during sex or an intense argument, which this is seemingly leaning towards.

“You can’t destroy your bodies and minds. I won’t tolerate it. I know that this is idol life, and the company is up your asses about being perfect or whatever, but—” She chokes on air as a tear slips down her cheek. “You guys are perfect to me, and I just… I hate… I hate what you guys are doing to yourselves… Not eating, or working out too much… Mark never sleeps… Renjun just got off hiatus…” She uses her sweatshirt sleeves to wipe her eyes. Well, it’s Chenle’s sweatshirt, but that’s besides the point. “I don’t want to be this person, okay, because I know it’s not the right thing to do, but… If you guys can’t take care of yourselves, then I’m done. If you don’t want to eat, or if you want to keep hurting yourselves just for the sake of appeasing the fans or whatever, then that’s fine, but I can’t be here for it, so just tell me that’s what you want and I’ll leave.”

As she hides her face in her sleeves, the boys all push themselves up to their feet, but Haechan’s the first to hug her side. She feels so stupid. She got so worked up reading the Tweets and worrying about the boys that she spiraled until all of this happened and now she feels like an idiot who’s wrongfully playing with their feelings to get her point across—And that makes her feel like an asshole. She wants to say, “I’m sorry,” but the words can’t come out. All she can do is cry in Haechan’s arms while he nuzzles her cheek with his nose and leaves kisses along her jawline.

“I’m sorry,” he finally concedes first.

She knows he is, and she knows that she should leave it there, but for whatever reason, she just keeps going instead. “You guys need to be kinder to each other. No more joking about each other’s weight or telling each other not to eat!”

Jisung goes pale. “Noona, wait—” Both he and Mark scramble out from the table and rush to Sooah. Jisung tears her hands away from her face, and she finds that he’s tearing up as he tells her, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I told Mark-hyung I was sorry. It was just a joke.”

“Aren’t there other things you can joke about? Nicer things?”

Mark runs his palm over her head caringly. “You’re right.”

Jisung’s face scrunches. He cries with regret over that stupid video that came out a couple of days prior where he commented about Mark’s eating habits. And while it was funny for the cameras, and Mark knew that it was all for fun— They never thought Sooah would watch the video or think anything about the joke… Yet there she is, crying, and Jisung feels like it’s all his fault. He clings to her waist out of fear that he’ll be the reason she says, “I’m done,” and walks out.

“I’m sorry,” Sooah finally says quickly when she realizes she went too far. Is she wrong? No. But did she let her emotions control the conversation? Yes. And now she feels terrible for causing such a ruckus and hurting Jisung’s feelings—And even worse, for making him feel like she’d ever leave because of him. “I’m sorry.” She hugs him tightly while she’s squeezed by both Haechan and Jisung. “I’m sorry, Ji.”

“We’ll stop with the jokes and the negative comments,” Jeno reassures from the table.

All the boys nod in unison.

“Jeno-hyung and I will be more careful,” Jaemin adds. Jeno nods some more.

“We’ll eat better, and we won’t lie about it,” Haechan says.

Chenle pouts from the table, “We had no clue you were worried about us, noona.”

“I know,” she sniffles. “I tried not to talk about it or make a big deal of it because I didn’t feel like it was my place, but I just… I couldn’t take it anymore. I’m so sorry.”

She gets one more head pat from Mark before he turns to quietly gesture for the boys to slowly evacuate the kitchen. Chenle waits a moment to see if he’ll get yelled at again for trying to leave, but when Jaemin stands to drag Jisung off Sooah, Chenle joins them in silently walking upstairs—When they reach the top of the staircase, Sooah hears Chenle saying he’ll shower then head back down, meanwhile Jaemin comforts Jisung who’s whimpering like a wounded puppy. Jeno cleans his plate in the sink then thanks Sooah for the food before heading up too.

“They’re just stupid kids, Soo,” Mark tells her. “They didn’t know any better, but they do now. They’ll be better, I promise.” He wipes her cheeks clean and smiles at her lightly. “I’m sorry we worried you—That I’ve been worrying you… I knew that my busy schedule was obvious, but I had no clue you were worrying about me like this, and I wish there’s something I could do to fix it to make you feel better, but you know how it is.” When Sooah nods, he sighs. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t give two shits what Jisung has to say about how much I eat.”

She giggles. “I know, I saw you jump on him for saying it to you.”

He laughs back at her. “Exactly.” He makes sure her cheeks are clear of any tears and her nose is snot-free before he gives her forehead a kiss. “We’ll let you two talk,” he gestures vaguely to Renjun who’s still sitting motionless at the table, his eggs half eaten and his fruit untouched.

Mark grabs Haechan’s hand to pull him away, but Hyuck clings to Sooah for dear life. He feels guilty like Jisung does. He’s made comments in the past about everyone’s eating habits, and he’s pointed out little things about who’s gaining weight or losing it, and suddenly it’s hitting him like a truck, the memories of when people used to say the same thing to him. They’d “joke” about how he needed to eat less because they couldn’t lift him for stunts in dances. They’d “joke” about how he always ate the most during water breaks at practices. They’d “joke” about how he acted lazy… He feels sorry for what he’s said too, and he feels a pressure on his chest for upsetting Sooah who has only ever cared for them by making sure there’s a warm dinner on the table every night, and she babies them by making sure the fridge is stocked, that they take their water bottles to practices, that they make it home okay after a night of drinking, and so on. There’s nothing Sooah wouldn’t do for them. Every bit of their health and sanity is because of her, and they’ve been treating her like shit in return without even realizing it.

“Noona, I won’t skip meals ever again, I promise,” he tells her adamantly.

Renjun shifts uncomfortably in his seat but doesn’t say anything. In the meantime, Mark finally manages to pry Haechan off of Sooah, and when they're making their way upstairs, Sooah eyes Renjun who's staring down at his plate. She dares to finally walk over and sit beside him. Slowly, he lifts his gaze to meet hers when she reaches out for his hands and they squeeze each other simultaneously.

"Maybe I've been getting ahead of myself a bit, Sooah," he says.

She waits with him patiently so that he can find the right words to express what's in his head. He explains that going back to work was supposed to be exciting. He spent all those months at home with her so that he could bounce back, get stronger, and continue to practice for whenever he would join the boys on stage again... He thought that six months was long enough-- Too long, in fact. So he chose to return to work, and while the welcome from fans was overwhelmingly positive at first, the negative comments from certain fans were starting to pile up again, and it was becoming next to impossible to ignore it all... even though Sooah and Mark monitored his social media consumption to make sure he avoided that stuff. Renjun admitted that he was finding ways around it. Morbid curiosity ate at him until he cracked and started scrolling through the thousands of hate messages aimed at him, and he realized that even after his time away and the hard work he put into "fixing himself", he still wasn't the same Renjun that he was a few years ago. So he retracted into his shell. He thought that if he didn't eat, then he'd lose weight. If he didn't speak, then people wouldn't call him annoying. If he didn't interact with the boys on camera, then they wouldn't call him names because of their jealousy.

"I just kept coming up with excuse after excuse because it was working and I didn't think it would impact you. I didn't know you were feeling this way all along because of me."

Sooah plays with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck. "You know I worry about you all the time, baby. You're the most important thing to me... My perfect fox..." As she cries again, Renjun leans in to press his weight against her until she hugs him tight and she's kissing the top of his head. "The only thing I want in this life is for you to be happy and healthy, so it hurts to see you when you're sad or not taking care of yourself, that's all."

"I don't want you to be sad."

"Then let's work on being happy together, yeah?"

Renjun nods. "Can you make breakfast for me every morning?" he asks shyly.

"Of course." She hugs him tighter.

There's nothing Renjun needs to fix or change about himself, and that's a fact, not just Sooah's opinion. He's perfect. Everything about him is perfect in every single way, and it breaks her heart that he can't see that, and that he chooses drastic measures just to keep annoying fans from saying mean things about him-- Even though they're mean spirited people who will say negative things to matter what he looks like or what he does.

"I'm going to finish my food," he says, sitting up and retrieving his utensils. He looks at her, "Can we, uh... Can I lay down in your room after?"

She pets his hair again. "Of course. Let me talk to Jisung first, though."

As Renjun nods understandingly, he leans over his plate and eats a slice of fruit. Sooah smiles at him then pushes herself back to her feet to make her way upstairs to Jisung's room. Mark's door is closed, so is Haechan's. Chenle's showering, so his bedroom door is open, but across the hallway Jisung's door is also wide open. Sooah peeks her head in. Curled up on his bed with a red, raw nose is Jisung who immediately sits upright when he sees his noona standing in his doorway.

"I wanted to apologize... Can we talk?"

Jisung nods.

Sooah slowly makes her way to sit beside Jisung who tries to be respectful and give her space, but the second she starts anxiously playing with her hands, he gives in and lays his head on her lap, his arms hugging her waist. Sooah hesitates. She looks down at him and the way his hair is a mess and he's holding her just tightly as he did in the kitchen.

"I should've handled it differently, Ji, I'm so sorry. I was upset about other things, and I unfairly took it out on you and Hyuck. I promise I won't do it again."

"So you're not leaving?"

"No, I'm not."

"Then I don't care about anything else." He squeezes her even tighter until she can't breathe. "I love you, noona."

She leans over to kiss the top of his head. "I love you too, aegi-ya."

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