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eraserbread · 3 months ago
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MEAN NANAMI, I BEG. He's so annoyed with his wife!! I'm talking hair pulling, (loving) slaps, all of it. I need you to write this I think It'll save me
i'm taking any reason to make kento call u nanami baby, im not sorry. also... who let her out of the house? (≖_≖ )
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kento's in from work, exhausted to the bone, and thoroughly peeved. it's a long story, and he doesn't want to think about it anymore, so the first thing he does is phone his savior.
"dear?" he calls when you aren't at his beck and call immediately. the house was quiet... a bit too quiet for his liking. there isn't any comforting music playing, no comforting smell of dinner on the stove, and more gravely -- there's no you.
but, he gives it another try.
"nanami, baby?" silence. he's fuming.
that's all it took, now the straw is broken over the camel's back.
in your defense, you didn't think he'd be home right at 6. he usually takes his time on his commute back, but he got off a bit early today and didn't tell you. it's your biggest mistake to date. you failed at the one thing he expected of you.
so, you are definitely thoroughly surprised and a bit flustered when you come back home in the car he bought you, flushed from rushing home from a friends place, to see him right in the entryway, fist tightened against the handle of his briefcase.
"ken, i'm so sor-
"hope whatever kept you so long was worth it."
"it was just-" you pause, turning around to click the door shut and locked. with your back turned you make a small, pained face. he drops his briefcase.
"i'm waiting for the excuse..."
"i just got caught up at my friends, we started watching a show and I... i wasn't paying attention to the clock. i should've been home hours ago, I know. I'm so sorry, I'll get right to working on dinner, let me just..." you're all over the place, sliding off your own shoes and shedding your outside clothes. the only thing on your mind was 'what can I make him that takes the least amount of time?'
salad? no. ken would be even more pissed if you handed him a plate of raw vegetables and called it dinner.
omlettes? stew? chicken?
a million options come to mind, and you're not even thinking when you pass right by him and into the kitchen to begin. he just... watches you, shifting so he can keep a constant, deep glare on your back.
"hope you're not forgetting anything." he bites, then drops his briefcase, making quick work of his tie.
then, it fucking dawns on you and you're scurrying over your feet to help him shed his day away. but, you're too late. he already has his fingers tangled in the buttons on his shirt and isn't even looking at you anymore.
yeah, you're an idiot.
so, he has you by the hair, huge fist wrapped tight as he walks you to the bedroom. it's hard -- impossible, really, to keep up with him, so he's doing most of the dragging.
"i hope you see just how upset i am with you." though he's seemingly upset, his voice is still as soft as a whisper, clueing you into the fact that he doesn't actually hate you, but he'd fuck you like he did.
"i know, i'm so sorry. so-
"shut up." he doesn't even flex the single arm that sends you stumbling into the bedroom, needing to steady yourself across the footboard. it's still unmade from this morning, too. your stomach drops.
"just what have you been doing all day?"
he wants an answer. he expects an answer.
"I just - I..."
he waits, raised eyebrows and expressionless. you swallow back a lump, holding your breath as you try and gather your thoughts.
"surely you weren't at her house all day?"
"it was a high school friend, I had to." now, you're begging. for him, for mercy, for more. all of it. ken never gets too mad at you -- not like this. you can see it in his once-kind, welcoming eyes. they're shadowed.
"present yourself to me over the side of the bed." he begins, looking down as he pulls his belt off, whipping it through the loops and letting it drop in a shattering clang.
you don't move for a second, staring open mouthed at him like a fish out of water.
"need i repeat myself?" his tone goes completely left, treating you like an annoying student who wouldn't take no for an answer. he's holding it a bit louder, breathing heavily through his nose. "chest to the mattress. Now."
that gets you going in 2x speed, heart hammering cruelly in your chest as you rush to the bed, keeping your clothes on as you rest your front against the mattress. it's instinctual when you bury your face into the sheets, not wanting to see his disapproving face anymore.
you'd let him do anything to you if it means he'd wipe that look off his face.
"you remember, don't you?" he starts, unbuckling and letting his work pants pool around his thighs once they fall. there's no waiting for a shaky answer, he continues. "few weeks after I proposed, I told you what I needed from you... the one thing I always needed. what was it?"
it's like a fucking quiz. you suck at tests, and he told you a lot back then. "uh-
"you're not stupid." suddenly he's behind you, taking a grab of your ass under your loose cotton skirt. it's too long to pull up like he wants, so he waits. "the one thing."
"dinner?" then, he spanks you and it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to choke out a surprised cry. he's never shown you this side before... you love it.
"shit! i'm sorry, so sorry."
"i work five days a week, nine hours a day... everything you ever glanced at, I've given you. cars, this big house, this fucking skirt on your ass... it's mine. the one thing I've always wanted in return is your comfort after my long day."
you could cry right now, you're so mad at yourself. "so sorry, ken... i'm so sorry, i knew that."
"sorry is nice, but it won't make me feel better." he decides, then leans down to yank your ankle length skirt high above your waist. somewhere inside of him, he debates gagging you, but wouldn't want to miss your pretty cries. so, he decides against it.
he reaches, dragging two fingers through your cunt, swimming in the fact that you're already so wet for him. he was afraid his mood would turn you down, but if anything, you're weeping for him.
now, kento would never hurt you, really. but, he will and is about to fuck you black and blue. after all, you're the naughty one -- just you. he won't tell you his shitty day filled him to the brim with unkempt angst and he had to expel it.
you're whining under his touch, rising to your tippy toes to try and chase it once it pulls away. little did you know, you're trying to chase the quick little slap he lands right over your needy cunt, sending you crying into the mattress.
you're so turned on, it's scary.
but, when you try to turn around to see if ken's just as affected, he closes his hand around the top of your head and pushes you back into the bed. he's got a socked foot pressed into the mattress next to your hips, giving him the perfect alignment to ease inside of you ever-so-kindly, not giving you any clues to the way he's about to,
ravage you like a beast.
"oh, thank you. god, thank you. thankyou, mm."
"hate when you annoy me... just don't be annoying - fuck."
"this 's why i married'u... gonna -- mmf, fuck. I'm gonna make you limp, 'f you're not pre-mgh-gnant now, u're gonna be."
"need to hear you say... lemme hear it, n-nanami, mm, sweet girl."
"iloveyou." you squeal into his hand as he pierces you fully on his cock, feeling the throb and ache of him flooding your insides with him. it leaks and drips as he takes you through it, sneaking a few fingers in your mouth to play with your tongue.
he's panting like a heathen behind you. it's the most you've heard him speak in one sitting in... forever. it's the most expression he's ever showed.
if you could hear his thoughts right now, all you'd hear is s symphony of:
lovelovecomfortprettycomfortingbeautifulselflessselfishinterestinglovingcomforting
you're his everything. but most of all, you're his entire idea of comfort and safety personified. even when he's fucking you halfway to death, he stops to kiss your tears away and tell you,
"'m sorry for bein' so rough. thankyou for takin' it. love you s'much.."
lucky you
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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 1 year ago
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Just Like His Father
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader
Warnings: none, pure fluff, I actually saw this on tiktok and thought it'd be cute to make sth out of it
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You were in the kitchen finishing making dinner when your husband returned from a business meeting.
"Hey, love" Lewis greeted you as he entered the kitchen.
"Hey, baby" You smiled as he stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you leaving a kiss on your cheek. "You tired?"
"No, but I am starving." He sighed. "What's for dinner?"
"Curry chicken and rice. It'll be ready in a minute, you can sit at the table"
"Oh, yes, please.." He groaned. "Where's Marlo?"
"He should be in his room doing his homework. The young gentleman didn't have lunch today so he has to eat dinner" You chuckled remembering the talk you had with your son earlier today. Marlo was 5 years old and in preschool. He was the smartest, most lovable, but also unintentionally the funniest kid ever.
"Marlo, daddy's home!" You shouted. "Wash your hands and come sit at the table"
"Why were you laughing when you said he didn't have lunch today?" Lewis asked curiously.
"Oh you just wait till you hear it from him" You giggled taking the dish and walking with it over to the table.
When Marlo washed his hands, he ran into the kitchen extending his arms towards Lewis. "Daddy!" He screamed with joy seeing him.
"Buddy" Lewis softened, picking him up in his arms and hugging him tightly. "I missed you. Did you have a good day at school?" He asked.
"Yup" Marlo nodded.
"Tell daddy what happened at school today" You said trying to refrain from laughing so that Marlo doesn't think you're making fun of him.
"What happened at school?" Lewis was still confused. "Did someone mess with you? Did someone touch you? Y/n?" He was already visibly upset and paternal protective instincts kicked in within seconds.
"No, no-"
"Mom did.." Marlo blurted out and his gaze shifted to you. “Mom messed with me..”
"What do you mean?"
"Marlo, did you eat your lunch at school today?" You asked crossing your arms and leaning your elbows onto the table waiting for his response.
"I didn't actually" He said turning to Lewis.
"And why is that?" Lewis asked.
"Because my girlfriend was sat right across from me and you put a note that said I love you babe" Marlo explained pointing his finger at you.
Lewis paused for a second, blinking a couple of times before bursting into laughter. "Your girlfriend, buddy? You have a girlfriend?"
"I'm not sure if I still have one after today" He sighed.
"Oh, your girlfriend didn't like mom's note?"
"No! She got mad!"
You chuckled again remembering how upset he was about it earlier today when he first told you the story. You felt bad for him, but you couldn't help but laugh at the kid stuff that was concerning him.
"And what did you do after that?" Lewis listened intently as you put food on the plates for both of them.
"Nothing, I explained to her that she's married to my dad and I said that my dad is Lewis Hamilton."
"You hear how beautifully he emphasized that my husband is none other than Lewis Hamilton" You joked as Lewis held his head laughing.
"What? I didn't say anything wrong?" Marlo shrugged his shoulders. Love problems were clearly too much for the young man.
"Baby, no girl will ever love you as much as your mom loves you, remember that." You stood up from your chair and walked over to him placing his small face between your hands and kissing his forehead.
"Well, she doesn't have to know that!" Marlo defended.
"Okay, okay. No more notes in lunch boxes just so that your girlfriend doesn't feel like I'm a threat to her apparently" You playfully rolled your eyes going back to your seat. "Now, please start eating your dinner"
"But I still don't understand, regardless of the note, why didn't you eat your lunch?" Lewis asked him.
"Because I wanted to prove her how much I loved her." He sighed before continuing "Dad once told me how he proves his love for you by eating everything you cook even though sometimes he may not like it, but he eats everything because he loves you. I just did the opposite."
Your and Lewis' hearts melted when you hear him say it. You were so proud of your little boy who was too young to know what love was but he learned it so well from his daddy. you knew that one day he would make some girl the happiest girl in the world, just like his father made you and continues to do so day after day.
After dinner was over, both you and Lewis wanted to get Marlo ready for bed. After you gave him a shower and Lewis helped him brush his teeth, you read him a bedtime story and cuddled him before saying goodnight. You also made pinky promises that there would be no more "embarrassing" notes from mom in the lunchbox, and that Marlo would eat his lunch every day.
After that you and Lewis decided to relax on the couch in front of the TV in each other's arms.
"If one day we have a daughter and she comes to me at the age of 5 and says she has a boyfriend, I swear, I will lose my mind" Lewis said jokingly even though you knew he meant it.
"Yeah, we'll homeschool her so she doesn't have any contact with the boys" You said sarcastically rolling your eyes at him.
"Exactly! That's a great idea actually!" He seemed to love it of course.
"Oh stop it!"
"As you told our son today, so I will tell our daughter, no man in her life will ever love her more than me. That's a fact. I already love her."
"Baby, we don't even have a daughter...yet"
"Then I better get to work, no?" He smirked rolling you over and nuzzling his head into your neck making you giggle.
"Well, you better, Lewis Hamilton."
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kandyscorner · 4 days ago
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Hello!!!! I've been thinking recently like what about Jason Todd takes the reader on a ride with his motorcycle but like she's never been on a motorcycle. She acts nonchalant about it, like she's not nervous about it(she is) and since she doesn't own any safety gear that she doesn't need it, but Jason makes her wear stuff anyway like a helmet and maybe his jacket. And like then when the bike starts up she suddenly clutches tightly to Jason in slight fear. Just a protective Jason idea I had and since I'm not a writer it's just been a thought for me. Hope you like it!!!!
this ask was fun because there's a chapter in my Do I Know you? series that is a lot like this. it was good practice to try and write the scene a little different. Thank you! and enjoy!
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“Oh, you’re driving a motorcycle,” you say, staring at the bike before you.
“Told you it was in the shop. Three weeks and those assholes made the problem worse. Had to take her somewhere else but now,” he grins at you and pats the seat of the bike, “she’s ready for a ride.”
You press your cheek to your shoulder, hands suddenly sweaty in your pocket, “of course you call the bike a she.” You joke, trying to cover the building anxiety in your chest.
“You don’t need to be jealous, sweetheart.” He steps into your space, hand pressing to the side of your face, “you’re much prettier.”
“Shut up,” you mumble, tucking your face into his neck with a blush. His arms wrap around you in a tight hug.
He's tugging you from your hiding place far sooner than you're ready for, still trying to use his proximity to unsuccessfully cool your nerves.
“you ready? It'll be fun.” You keep your mouth shut but give him a tense smile and nod. 
You knew he rode a bike. He told you about it, shown you pictures. And while you found the concept very attractive, the bike, very much a real thing in front of you now, was intimidating.
You'd never ridden a motorcycle before but you had heard horror story's of shredded skin and broken bones. You worry you're not dressed correctly and that you certainly don't have any safety gear for yourself.
Jason gives you a meaningful look and tugs you forward towards the bike, “come get a closer look. Promise she doesn't bite.”
The lightfulness in his tone reminds you to breathe. Any vehicle was as safe as the person driving. Your positive Jason is a good driver, based on the amount of times he's actually told you about the bike, he probably rode it often.
“It's pretty,” you tell quietly as you take a closer look.
“Not as pretty as you.” he repeats his earlier statement, softer this time and you turn to find him staring at you already with the slight forlorn look he gets sometimes.
You reach out to poke at his side in jest and he curls his hand around yours.
“you okay with this?” he asks, direct eye contact emphasizing the importance of the answer to him, “I should've asked before. We can postpone it and I can bring the car instead.”
You flush at his sudden rush to accommodate you (clearly you hadn't hidden it very well) despite his excitement about the bike.
“It's okay,” you placate him with a tiptoed kiss to his cheek, “as long as you make sure I don't fall off, yeah?” You ask the question to lighten the space between you but your worry sits at the edge of your voice.
he blinks at you for a moment, before his mind clearly clicks back into the conversation. 
“like I'd every let something like that happen.” He nearly scoffs at you before he lets go of your hand to tug off his leather jacket. He holds it up to you in offering.
“What?”
He playfully rolls eyes at your question but patients bleed into his tone, “safety first sweetheart.” 
You turn around, nearly losing your balance in the spin due to the sudden awareness of how you didn't have to say anything to Jason for him to know what was bothering you.
His jackets warm from his body and too big but that does deter him as he faces you and zips up the jacket for you. It takes a moment for you to realize he's talking to you.
“-on to me, okay?”
“What?” he edges into your space at the question, cornering you against the bike.
“I know you can be a good listener, sweetheart. Could you do that for me?” He grins down at you and you wrinkle your nose at him.
“Don't patronize me, jay. I could still change my mind.” He eases up out of your space pulling the helmet that had been resting atop the bike with him. 
“I need you to hold on to me tight when I accelerate and to brace your weight against the tank when…” he continues on with directions for when he turns, how to get on and off, and how to get his attention. 
He pauses in between sentences to press the helmet over your head and then continues talking as he tightens it.
“If you ever feel uncomfortable and like you want to get off, you tell me, understand?” he asks. You nod and his fingers curl into the chin of the helmet to gently tug you.
“Words, Sweetheart.” he says sternly. You're suddenly thankful for the helmet because of the flush on your skin that it covers.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you.” You finally say timidly. His hand moves from the helmet to cradle the side of your neck.
“That’s my girl,” He coos at you and you wrap your hand around his wrist to pull at him.
“Let's go,” you say cheerfully, “We have places to be and things to do.”
Jason stares you down. It makes you itch at the way his expression alone digs at you. You stare back as well as you can through the visor of the helmet. You would never tell Jason not to do something simply because you don't want to do it. Especially something he definitely knew how to handle.
“I’m serious, Jay, let's go,” you hop on your feet, hoping to give an air of excitement to your words instead of anxiety. He finally shrugs his shoulders and climbs onto the bike, helping you climb on behind him. 
He takes the time to make sure you're settled before even turning on the bike. WIth the bike on, you place nervous hands at his waist, mildly resting there. You want to hug him in a vice grip but you think that might give away your feelings. His hand settles on top of your knee, curling around it slightly. You tip to that side trying to see his face assuming he wants to talk to you. 
The bike gives a sudden jolt forward, your body jerking slightly back with the movement. Your neutrally placed hands scramble to wrap around him tightly. He has the nerve to laugh at you, hand at your knee tightening.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart,” he says and despite his laughter, you can hear the sincerity in his words. His hand leaves your knee to resituate your hands, one wrapped tight around him and the other pressed to the gas tank.
“Holding on,” he taps the hand pressed to his stomach and then taps the one at the tank, “bracing, okay?” you nod at the question and his hand pinches lightly at your leg.
“Okay,” you answer after attempting to smack his hand in retaliation. He doesn’t even move his hand away, not threatened by you. His hand rubs soothing circles into your thigh before it returns to the handlebars.
“I'm going to move,” he tells you one last time and your arms tighten around him as he slowly brings the bike into the street and then you're off. You can tell he’s being cautious, that this isn't how he usually drives, but you can't help but be grateful. Your hands rub and squeeze at his chest in show of that gratitude. You can tell he understands when, at a stoplight, his hand comes to hold yours there, a silent communication. 
You think you could come to like motorcycle rides, especially with Jason as the driver.
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bubblyi3 · 1 month ago
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Eventually, Summer | MYG
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"we were a season. maybe the best one."
pairing: yoongi x female reader
genre: coming of age, grumpy x sunshine trope
word count: 2.5k
content warning: fluff, angst
summary: you’re the town's ray of sunshine. always smiling, always talking, always trying to make people feel at home in your little seaside café. min yoongi? not so much. when a local community project forces you both to co-run a weekly open mic night at the café. yoongi starts to open up. slowly. grudgingly. beneath his cold, quiet exterior is a guy with big dreams, old scars, and a love for music he hasn’t touched in years. and behind your sunshine smile is someone who’s just as scared of being left behind.
author's note: pulled this one from the drafts :) hope you enjoy it! i've been wanting to explore the grumpy x sunshine trope for ages, and honestly, no one fits the vibe better than yoongi. if you do, a like or reblog would mean a lot. it really motivates me to share part 2!
ps: i'm gonna put my previous taehyung fanfic on pause, until i get motivation to continue again... hopefully soon!
© disclaimer: please do not copy, translate or reproduce any part of this work without my permission. thank you!
playlist:
juna - clairo
champagne coast - blood orange
white ferrari - frank ocean
nothing's gonna hurt you - cigarettes after sex
PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || FINALE
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The bell above the café door jingled with its usual cheerful chime. The kind that made regulars smile and newcomers glance up in curiosity. You were halfway through icing a lemon scone when you looked up and saw him.
Headphones. Hoodie. A scowl that could curdle milk.
He paused at the threshold like the sunlight offended him, squinting behind black-framed sunglasses. And then, wordlessly, he stepped in, dragging a suitcase behind him.
You blinked. "Uh... can I help you?"
“No,” he said, already walking past the pastry display and toward the corner booth like he owned the place.
You followed him, apron flapping at your sides. “Actually, I think you might be lost. This is Sweet Sea Café, not a waiting room.”
He dropped into the booth with a sigh so dramatic it felt like a personal insult. “I know where I am.”
“Do you?” you asked brightly. “Because most people say ‘hello’ before claiming a table like a hermit crab.”
“I’m not a people person.”
“No kidding.”
He cracked one eye open. “Do you always talk this much?”
You beamed. “Only when I’m nervous. Or when people are rude.”
That earned you a faint lift of his eyebrow. Barely. But it was something.
Before you could say anything else, the bell above the door rang again, and an older woman bustled in arms full of fliers and a clipboard wedged between her elbow and hip.
"Y/N!" she chirped. "Perfect timing! I need your help assigning volunteers for the Summer Stories Project."
“Oh, right,” you said, quickly wiping your hands. “Is this the library’s thing?”
“Yes! Oral histories. Interviews. Open mic nights. Community magic!” She thrust the clipboard toward you. “And guess who just signed up?”
You tilted your head. “Oh no.”
She pointed behind you.
You turned. The hoodie in the corner booth was glaring at the wall like it had personally offended him.
“He’s not even smiling,” you whispered. “He looks like he hates air.”
“Yoongi’s his name. Came back from the city. His grandmother signed him up before he could protest.”
“Sounds like a hostage situation.”
The woman laughed. “I paired him with you.”
You froze. “What.”
“You’re sunshine. He’s... whatever the opposite of sunshine is. It'll balance.”
You looked over at him again. He was glaring now. At you. Great.
Later that afternoon, you slid a caramel latte across his table. He looked at it suspiciously.
“I didn’t order this.”
“It’s on the house,” you said. “You’re my new partner in summer crime.”
He hesitated. Then took a sip.
His eyebrow twitched.
You grinned. “Sweet, huh?”
He looked away. “Too sweet.”
You leaned your hip against the table. “You’ll get used to it.”
He didn’t respond.
But the cup stayed in his hands a little longer than necessary.
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The following Tuesday, the café was half-quiet, humming with the low clinks of cutlery and the hiss of the espresso machine. You were wiping down the counter when Yoongi arrived. Twenty minutes late and looking like he’d fought with his alarm clock and lost.
He slumped into the same corner booth with his hood up and his expression down.
“You know,” you said, setting two iced Americanos on the table, “for someone who doesn’t like this project, you sure love being consistent.”
He didn’t even glance at you. “Overslept.”
“You oversleep every day.”
“That’s what summer’s for.”
You slid into the booth across from him, pulling a stack of notes from your tote bag. “Well, today’s the big day. We’re interviewing Mrs. Park. She’s ninety-three, has twelve cats, and once punched a man for stealing her garden gnome.”
Yoongi looked up. Barely. “Sounds riveting.”
You leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “You’re going to love her. She used to be a jazz singer in the '60s and keeps brandy in her teapot.”
His lip twitched. A maybe-smile? Almost?
You didn’t push it.
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By the time you arrived, the air was thick with sea breeze and blooming hibiscus. Mrs. Park’s house was painted lemon yellow, covered in ivy and wind chimes.
You rang the doorbell. Yoongi stood behind you, visibly regretting his life choices.
The door opened. “Darlings!” Mrs. Park exclaimed, beaming. “You must be the interviewer and the grump.”
You blinked. “Wait— how did you—”
“Oh, I know everything,” she said with a wink, ushering you both inside. “Tea?”
Ten minutes later, you sat in her vintage living room, a recorder between you, a teacup in hand, and one of her cats curled on Yoongi’s lap like it had found a kindred soul.
He didn’t even try to stop it.
You hit record.
“So, Mrs. Park,” you began, “tell us about your time as a jazz singer in Seoul?”
“Oh, it was scandalous,” she said. “There was a saxophonist once who fell in love with me and tried to serenade me outside a hotel window. Problem is, it was the wrong window. Poor Mrs. Kim fainted.”
Yoongi snorted. Just once. Quietly.
You turned to him, eyes wide. “Was that a laugh?”
“No.”
“I heard it.”
“Play the recording and prove it.”
You grinned.
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The sun was dipping low when you and Yoongi walked back to the café. The evening breeze tangled through your hair. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets, shoulders hunched, but he wasn’t rushing ahead like usual.
“She liked you,” you said, nudging him lightly.
“She called me emotionally constipated.”
You giggled. “Only because you are.”
He rolled his eyes. “What are we doing next?”
“The community board wants an open mic night. Think we can make it happen?”
Yoongi groaned. “I came back here to disappear, not listen to a kid read slam poetry about frogs.”
“Oh, come on,” you teased. “What if I promise you free coffee for a week?”
He glanced sideways at you. “Two weeks.”
You smirked. “Deal.”
And just like that, you noticed it. The way he walked a little slower now, closer. The way his eyes didn’t always look away.
Like maybe, just maybe. Summer wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
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The next few days were a blur of scribbled lists, butcher paper posters, and arguments about fonts.
“You can’t use Comic Sans,” Yoongi said flatly, staring at your half finished poster on the café counter.
“It’s not Comic Sans,” you protested.
He pointed. “That’s literally Comic Sans.”
You huffed and turned the poster around. “Fine. What do you suggest?”
He grabbed a pen and without saying a word, started sketching something with deliberate strokes. His handwriting clean, sharp, annoyingly stylish. You watched from across the counter, arms crossed, pretending not to be impressed.
“Okay, that looks cool,” you admitted.
He shrugged. “It’s not that hard.”
“You’re such a menace.”
“Tell that to your font choices.”
You rolled your eyes, but there was a little flutter in your chest. A weird warmth that came whenever Yoongi focused like that. Like he wasn’t trying to be impressive. He was just... him.
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You were wiping tables while Yoongi counted tips at the register. Not that you asked him to. He just did it. Silently. Like he always did lately. Like he was making himself useful without needing praise.
“I’m thinking,” you said aloud, “we could hang some fairy lights. Maybe use the back patio. Put out cushions and have a ‘sunset session’ vibe.”
Yoongi didn’t respond.
You glanced up.
He was staring out the window. Hands still. Brow furrowed.
“Hey,” you said gently, walking over. “You okay?”
He blinked and turned to you, blinking like he forgot you were there.
“Yeah. Just… remembering.”
You waited.
“My mom used to do that,” he murmured. “Host these little nights with music and food. She called them ‘evening peace offerings’ after she’d yell at me and my brother for fighting.”
You smiled softly. “She sounds fun.”
“She was.” He paused. “She died when I was sixteen.”
Your heart cracked just a little.
“I’m sorry,” you said, voice low.
He nodded. “I haven’t thought about that stuff in a long time. Feels weird.”
You leaned against the counter beside him. “Memories sneak up on you like that. Especially in places that smell like sugar and regret.”
That pulled a laugh from him. The small kind. The real kind.
“I don’t regret coming back,” he said suddenly, surprising both of you.
You turned to him, eyes meeting his.
“I’m glad,” you said softly.
The silence between you was full, not awkward. Thick with things not yet said but gently waiting their turn.
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Yoongi was scribbling again in his corner booth. Hoodie off, headphones half-on, one hand buried in his hair as he wrote. The café was quiet, golden light flooding the floor, and you didn’t want to interrupt him.
You were restocking the napkin holders when he got up to use the restroom. On instinct, your eyes drifted to his open notebook.
You didn’t mean to read.
But your name was there. Written in small cursive, tucked into the edge of a line:
“She talks like caffeine, hands warm like sunrise, all sugar and second chances.”
Your breath caught.
You stepped back just as he returned, his gaze dropping immediately to the notebook. Then to you.
The air shifted.
“I didn’t read it,” you said too quickly.
His jaw flexed. “You did.”
You bit your lip. “Okay, I peeked.”
He snatched it closed. “Don’t.”
“I won’t,” you promised. “I just… Yoongi, that was beautiful.”
He didn’t say anything. Just sank back into the booth and pulled his hoodie up.
But this time, he didn’t plug in his headphones.
This time, he stayed in the silence with you.
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The fairy lights blinked to life just after sunset.
You stood on the café’s back patio, barefoot on the wood decking, clutching a clipboard and trying not to have a breakdown over the mic cord that refused to untangle. A half-circle of mismatched cushions, folding chairs, and picnic blankets spread across the lawn like a patchwork dream. You had no idea who was actually going to show up. But somehow, the place was filling. Buzzing. Warm.
The air smelled like lavender lemonade and early summer promise.
“You okay?” Hana whispered, nudging you gently. She was managing the lemonade table in a flowy skirt and flower earrings, always in her element.
You gave a tense smile. “I think I’m about to throw up.”
She laughed. “You’re fine. You’ve been planning this for two weeks. Everyone looks happy. Even Grumpy.”
You followed her gaze.
Yoongi was leaning against the patio railing, watching everything with his usual unreadable expression. Hands in his pockets, black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, moonlight catching in his hair.
He was early. That alone was a miracle.
You swallowed hard. “He’s just here for the free drinks.”
Hana raised a brow. “He looks like he’s here for you.”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.
Because maybe he was. And maybe that terrified you.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, you took the mic, hands trembling only a little.
“Hi, everyone,” you began, voice carrying over the soft crowd noise. “Welcome to ‘Evening Offerings’ An open mic night for anyone who’s ever had something stuck in their chest that needed to be said out loud.”
A soft murmur of laughter and claps followed.
You smiled, scanning the crowd. Catching his eyes without meaning to. Yoongi didn’t smile, but he nodded once. Just once. And it felt like enough.
The first performer was a nervous twelve-year-old named Mina, who read a poem about her golden retriever. Her voice shook, but you kneeled beside the stage with a thumbs-up and the whole crowd clapped like she’d just read Shakespeare.
Then came a college student with a guitar and too many feelings, followed by an older woman who shared a song about her divorce and lavender oil, and somehow made everyone laugh through their tears.
Yoongi remained in the second row. Still. Watching. Scribbling something in his notebook between performances.
The more the night unfolded, the more magic seemed to settle in the air.
It wasn’t about perfection. It was about honesty. About people fumbling for something true in front of strangers and somehow finding it.
And then… just before the final slot, you saw movement in the corner of your eye.
Yoongi stood up.
Notebook in hand.
You blinked, stunned, as he walked up to the mic, slow and steady like someone walking toward a cliff edge. He didn’t look at you.
Not yet.
He cleared his throat, voice soft but steady. “I didn’t plan to share,” he said. “But… someone reminded me recently that silence can be just as heavy as noise.”
The crowd quieted. Even the crickets paused.
He opened his notebook.
His voice was a little rough, like gravel softened by the ocean.
“She talks like caffeine,” “hands warm like sunrise,” “all sugar and second chances.”
You felt your pulse stutter. You didn’t move.
“She doesn’t know I write her into my mornings,” “how her laugh unclenches things in me I didn’t know were fists.”
He looked up, just briefly.
Right at you.
“She’s summer.” “And I’ve always been winter.” “But she never asked me to change.”
The words landed like soft punches to your chest.
And for a second, all the noise in the world went silent.
The crowd clapped. Hesitant at first, then louder, real. Some people whistled. Someone cheered.
Yoongi stepped down quickly, eyes on the ground, disappearing behind the side of the café like he couldn’t handle staying there any longer.
You gave the mic to Hana, barely heard her close the night, and followed him into the darkness behind the café where the stars blinked above like they were eavesdropping.
He stood near the back door, arms crossed, pretending not to be affected.
“You wrote that,” you said breathlessly.
He looked at you but didn’t speak.
“You shared that,” you repeated, softer.
Yoongi exhaled. “It was stupid.”
“No,” you said. “It was brave.”
A pause.
He laughed once, low and bitter. “You make people brave. That’s the problem.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“Because then they start hoping.”
Your heart squeezed.
“You think I haven’t?” you asked quietly.
He looked up. Really looked.
You stepped closer. The air between you crackled. “You think I haven’t been hoping for weeks?”
He didn’t answer. Not with words.
Instead, he reached up, slowly, carefully, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
His fingertips lingered.
“You scare me,” he murmured.
“Because I see you?” you whispered.
You took another step. Chest to chest now. Close enough to feel the tension in his breath.
And then, finally.
He leaned in.
The kiss was slow. Barely there at first. Like he was afraid to mess it up. Like he’d been dreaming it and didn’t want to wake.
And you kissed him back, with all the warmth and ache and summer promise that had been building in your chest. Since the first day he walked in with his hoodie and his scowl and his hidden kindness.
Somewhere behind you, fireflies blinked.
Like applause.
Like magic.
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luveline · 1 year ago
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would you ever be willing to write the day spencer and stripper!reader met in the grocery store? i’ve always loved the concept when you’ve referenced it in the story, i would love to read it👀 you’re absolutely incredible and i can never say anything not anon to you because my blog is flooding you with notes constantly and i’m embarrassed😅
thank you for your request ❤️ fem!reader, 1.5k
cw for domestic violence and workplace abuse
There's this weird organic grocery store by Spencer's place that's far too expensive, but it's a ten minute walk, so that's where he goes. (Weird in separation to organic.) 
He needs a lot of groceries now he's home for the week. Bread, vegetables, rice, flour if he wants to try and make pancakes, which he does. He also needs a new pen to write a letter for his mom, but Leaven is slightly too small for a stationery section. 
He doesn't know what he'll say to her in this one. Maybe that the cases he's going on are easy, or that he's been reading about crows. She's not feeling well lately. It might help her to know he's doing gentle things, even if it isn't true. 
No, he thinks. Can't lie to her. He never lies to his mom. 
Eggs. Sugar. Coffee grounds. He fills his cart. It'll be a lot to carry on the way home, but better to do it in one go. He likes keeping busy but he's a human being, too, and he's looking forward to spending at least sixteen hours in bed after dinner tonight. 
You look tired, too. 
Your back is turned, but Spencer knows it's you. You must live close by, he's been seeing you duck in and out for months. Usually with a loaf of bread or a single box of painkillers tucked in your pocket. You don't steal, he'd be able to tell, and he wouldn't say anything if you did, anyways. All he knows about you is that you have a nice smile when you have the energy, and your voice is like silk. Purposeful or by nature, he's yet to guess. 
You're standing by the end of the aisle near the checkouts with a basket hanging from your fingers. All you're buying today is a box of pancake mix and a bag of peas. 
Weird, he thinks with a smile. Spencer likes weird stuff. It's quirky. 
You turn to see which checkout is empty and Spencer's smile abruptly drops. 
You have a bruise across half of your face. It isn't strictly fresh —he can see the split skin on your cheek starting to close in on itself, and your purpled eye is open (though barely). You're frowning. Spencer knows how bad it hurts to get hurt like that. For a split second he can't believe someone could do that to another person, and then he remembers the hundreds of women he's had the privilege to meet at their most vulnerable, who trusted him, and he thinks maybe he's capable of helping another one. 
“Hey,” he says. 
You meet his eyes with a funny smile. “Hey. Sorry, am I in the way?” you ask, your voice stretched, thin but not weak. 
“No, you're not, it's… I see you here all the time.” 
You hold your breath. When you talk, it rushes out. “So?” you ask wearily.
“Are you okay?” 
Your funny smile fades as Spencer's had. He supposes that's the talent of cruelty. Even when it's over, it's not truly over. Your bruise still hurts, and Spencer still needs to know you'll be okay when you go home tonight. 
“I see you all the time too. We've… we've actually spoken before, haven't we?” you ask after a moment. 
“Yeah, about spirometry. I was out of breath running and–” It doesn't matter. You asked him if he was okay, and he explained that he was, just that his lungs don't hold much air on account of his own laziness, and it doesn't matter. “Are you? Alright? It's a bad bruise.” 
“It's getting better.” 
It might be, but there's something so raw about seeing you standing there in your sweatpants too big for you and a hoodie with a hole in it, purple and yellow contusion across your eyes and nose like the clumsy stroke of a paintbrush. Spencer will admit to feeling sorry for you.
“Can I talk to you?” he asks, knowing this isn't the right place. “There's the cafe at the front? Let me pay for my stuff and–” 
“I'm really okay–” 
“You had a cast on your wrist two weeks ago and now you're here with a limp and a really bad bruise,” he says softly, imploringly, “I just wanna talk to you about it. You don't have to say yes, I'm not trying to be weird, but I–” 
You cut off his mile a minute speech with a small smile. “Okay. I'm not, you know, doing anything anyways. It'll be nice to sit down.” 
Spencer knows it's dumb, but he wants to show he has good intentions. He takes your basket out of your hands and nods toward the cafe past the checkouts. “I'll come and meet you.” 
“You don't have to,” you say, gesturing at the basket. 
“The damage is done, right? This place is ridiculous.” He doesn't like the way you're holding your hip. It makes him feel sick, even though there's no proof one way or another to say you've been hurt beyond your bruising.
He pays for his things and yours and meets you at the cafe. He's half expecting you to have bolted, but you sit at a table near the entrance, completely still. 
Spencer puts his two bags under the table and offers you your pancake mix and peas in their own bag. 
“Thanks.” 
“Yeah, no problem.” 
“It was my boss.” You look at your fingers, spreading them slowly over the table top. “I’m a dancer. Sorry. I know you’re going to ask.” 
“And he hit you?” 
“Yeah.” 
Spencer knows the number for every women’s shelter in every state, but he doubts it would matter to you. He can tell already that you’d say no. He can tell you’re scared, even if you don’t realise it yourself. “Is it getting worse?”
You can’t offer him anything else. He understands how that feels. There have been moments where he desperately wanted to tell someone, anyone, what was going on in his life, but he always holds his secrets like a perpetual ache in his throat. It’s like he can’t tell someone, even if they ask. 
Sometimes he just wishes they’d ask twice. 
“You can tell me. It won’t sound stupid,” he promises. He’s in some odd place between Agent Reid and young, terrified Spencer, determined to help you, but not sure how. “It’s getting worse, right?” 
“Yeah,” you say, the weight of tears on your tongue. 
“You’re a dancer. Is he just a boss– Does he… abuse you financially?” 
You laugh wetly. “He’s not my pimp.” 
He can feel his face heating up.’“No, but do you get paid on time? Everything you earn?” 
You shake your head. “No, I don’t get paid on time. He takes a percentage, and somehow there’s always another percentage, and then discipline. And now…” 
“Now he’s hitting you.” Very badly. 
“I’m not stupid.” 
Spencer frowns gently, talks softly, “I didn’t mean to imply that you were.” 
“No, I know, but I need you to know I’m not stupid. When we talked before, you– you’re so smart, I bet you know so many smart people.” 
He’s not sure where you’re going with this. Perhaps you don’t want to talk about being hurt anymore. It must be a kind of torture to be hurting and know that that hurting will come again. There isn’t an end in sight for you, just right now. 
“Can I buy you something to eat?” 
“I have money,” you say, taking your small purse from your pocket. There are a few notes wedged inside. 
“You can’t take painkillers on an empty stomach, and you should take painkillers again soon. You had some before you came, and they’re wearing off.” He meets your confused frown with a frown of his own. “Your hands are twitching like you want to move away from yourself.” 
“You’re very perceptive,” you say in that smooth murmur. Power clawed back, he thinks. You’re protecting one of the things you can control about how you’re seen when everything else is far from it. 
“I’m a profiler. Do you,” —he tries not to sound hoity toity— “know what that is?” 
“No.” 
“I’m an FBI agent.” You’re laughing as he takes out his badge. He joins you. “I know it sounds like I’m making it up.” Spencer offers you his identification passport slowly, so you know he isn’t wielding it around to be an asshole. “I’m in the behavioural analysis unit. We analyse the way people act. That’s why I know you’re in pain.” 
You take his badge, looking between his photo and his real face with a growing smile. “If you need all that to know I’m in pain, you’re not as smart as you think,” you tease, gesturing to the mottled skin of your bruise sweetly. 
Spencer buys you both cold sandwiches from the front of the shop and a drink to wash down your aspirin. It’s awkward, he guesses, but he’s used to that by now, and under it he can feel your palpable relief. You trust him to not hurt you, if nothing else, and he can work with that. 
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witchy business | oscar piastri social media au
pairing: reader x oscar piastri
oscar's gf is a lil kooky but she puts solstice to good use and mainfests some luck for her bf
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user1 she's so mother
user2 i can't wrap my head around how her and oscar came to be but i love it
oscarpiastri don't have too much fun without me :(
yourusername tell your team to take out the no ritual clause from your contract i swear they're safe landonorris i heard your latin once IT IS NOT SAFE yourusername falsehoods !!
user3 does this girl have a job or is she just cosplaying ahs coven full time
yourusername i'm a florist, do you want my social security number and tax returns too?
danielricciardo any way you could like turn me into a real honey badger for a couple hours that sounds fun?
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user10 i am once again asking - how did this happen?
user11 it's actually a really cute story they apparently went to school together and she still does a weekly bouquet for his mum and grandma. they're og sweethearts all that opposites attract jazz
landonorris don't even get a photo credit with all the trauma i experienced for that pic
oscarpiastri bro you barged into my room and took a photo? landonorris i didn't see any sock on the door oscarpiastri it was my own house?
yourusername i love every moment together with you
oscarpiastri that sentiment goes both ways xx user12 god i am so alone
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user15 they don't deserve this
user16 i don't wanna be that person but this is karma for what they did to daniel
user17 i honestly think magic might be our only chance
user18 @yourusername pls work some magic
yourusername on it 🫡 user19 now that's my favourite wag
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user20 mother is here to save the day i know that's right
landonorris if this works i'll never say you're scary ever again
yourusername *when it works have some faith in the moon lando landonorris yeah i don't think i wanna mess with the moon
user21 that moment when the mcl60 is so bad that you start to believe in witchcraft
oscarpiastri i love you so much (p.s. thank you to the girls as well, i'll cover the next candle order)
yourusername i love you too honey - we're rooting for you yourbff1 we love you oscar yourbff2 i don't understand your sport but i love the wages cause candles !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
charles_leclerc so are you adept in curses? asking for a friend....
maxverstappen1 sure. yourusername i don't (but i can give you a good luck crystal) charles_leclerc i'll take anything at this point
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user26 i am bamboozled
user27 so .... it worked?
landonorris i have never said a bad word about y/n's hobby NEVER I LOVE YOU Y/N AND I LOVE THE MOON
oscarpiastri she's still MY girlfriend mate landonorris i am aware i am merely stating my appreciation for her
user28 i know the team just finally got their shit together... but YAAAAS WITCH SLAY
yourusername so so happy for you guys
oscarpiastri i love you so so so so much xxxxxxxx
user29 y/n is my driver of the day
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user31 fave couple FOR REAL
landonorris fine yall are so cute
oscarpiastri finally, only took a few months
user32 i need something like this in my life
oscarpiastri i love you more.
yourusername anything for you. even asking the moon for help with cars.
danielricciardo once again i am asking to be turned into a real honey badger for a couple hours
maxverstappen1 i think it's time to give up danny
note: idk what this is but lol i had fun - i shall get to the requests next, hope you enjoy !!!
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Tumblr (for newbies):
Reblogging ≠ reposting. You aren't stealing content by reblogging it, it's basically a 'group share' button. It also helps give artists/posts attention and you can reblog to interact with people. Reblog things you like.
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You can create as many sideblogs as you want, but you cannot like, follow, or send asks as a sideblog, and if you do so, it'll show up as from your main.
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Hate Me, Hold Me
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PAIRING(S):
Enemy!Seungcheol x Afab!Reader,
GENRE:
angst, fluff, enemies to lovers
WARNING(S): swearing, small mention of alcohol & cigarettes, small amount of fighting
TAGS:
@alien0n3arth
You and Seungcheol have been enemies ever since you were kids. He always bullies you, enjoying the bickering and teasing. But little did you know, he secretly was in love with you.
Right now you're at a party, against your will. Your bestfriend, Karina, forced you to come along. She's the popular type, and you're always confused on why the two of you are friends, since you're the polar opposite. Since she's popular & good friends with everyone, you would think she's stuck up and rude. But she's quite the opposite. You two have been friends since 3rd grade, when she asked if she could use your crayons. She's your favourite person in the world, and you two share one thing in common....hating Choi Seungcheol.
The house the party is held at is huge. Huge is actually an understatement, with it being 4 stories long. It has a very modern style to it, and you almost feel guilty even touching anything in it, scared it'll break.
You're currently standing near the large pool, pop music played by the DJ, as everyone socializes around you. As you look around, you notice three girls standing near you, clearly gossiping. It's Yuna, Sana and Giselle. They have been your bullies ever since you stepped foot into school, you would think they would've given up after the first year..nope. Just as you're accidentally staring at the three girls, Yuna notices you. I guess you would name her the "leader" of the three, the other two always trailing behind. Kinda like a Regina George situation. She smirks, making her way up to you as the others follow behind. Yuna crosses her arms, standing tall infront of you.
"Y/N....nice to see you here." she says, eyeing me up and down.
You're feeling more & more uncomfortable by the minute, wanting to just run away, but you feel their eyes on you as they wait for your response.
"Hi.." is all you manage to get out. Your short, scared response makes the three girls laugh.
"Hm....too scared to talk to us now, huh?" Yuna continues, smirking.
You sigh, this is not how you wanted the night to go. You look around, noticing some people have stopped talking and are now paying attention to the scene going on. You just think to yourself, "Why does this always happen to me...?".
"I'm not." you manage to get out, shivering a bit as the wind gusts through.
Yuna looks behind her, smirking at Giselle & Sana before looking back at you. Her face even more mischievous than before. "The water looks warm right? We were gonna get in, but we just wanna know for sure."
You tilt your head, your brows furrowing slightly as you're confused by her question. "Uh...kinda..?"
Yuna smiles, moving closer. "Why don't you find out for us?"
"Wha-" is all you can get out before her strong hands push you backwards, into the cold pool water. You can hear slight gasps from underwater, as well as laughs from what sounds like the three bullies.
Suddenly your vision goes black, you cant hear anything anymore, the chaotic environment that just occurred seconds ago is faded.
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"Open your eyes, Y/N." Seungcheol says, cradling your body with a hint of desperation in his voice. "Come on, open your eyes."
His voice turned a bit panicky as he tries to wake you, he gently pats your cheeks trying to get you to open your eyes. He places a finger under your nose to see if you were still breathing. Thank god you were. He swiftly picks you up, walking over to the lounge chairs near the large pool and placing you down on one.
He wasn't giving up, clearly. By the look in his eyes, it looks like he would do anything to get you up again. After a few minutes, you finally get up, coughing water. Seungcheol's eyes widened, immediately trying to soothe you. "Woah, woah. Easy, breathe."
You're heavy breathing, trying to figure out where you are. Once your vision isn't blurry anymore, you can get a clear glimpse of Seungcheol's face. Surprise takes you over, why is he here? Why is he holding you in his arms? Why is he also wet & drenched in water? All of these thoughts run through your head as the moonlight hits your face just right. The only word you can get out is, "S-Seungcheol?"
You can see him smile a bit, being entranced by your beauty under the stars. "You're awake."
"W-what are you-" you start but he interrupts.
"Don't talk yet. Focus on taking slow & deep breaths." He says, his voice stern and steady. He grabs a towel from one of the nearby chairs and starts to gently dry your hair, his usual cold demeanor softening as he tries to comfort you.
"Can you sit up?" He asks softly, handing you the towel to hold.
You nod, still confused by the events but sit up slowly. He speaks up. "Are you feeling okay? You scared the hell out of me."
You nod, swallowing as you finally seem to have caught your breath. "I'm fine. What happened?"
Seungcheol's expression softened a bit once he saw how disoriented you were. He grabs the towel from your hands and wrapped it over your shoulders before sitting on the edge of the chair. "You were pushed into the pool. I had to pull you out of the water."
You nod, trying to remember the events of the night. "Who pushed me?" you ask.
Cheol's jaw clenched in anger as he spoke. "The same bitches who always bully you. They thought it'd be funny to push you, I swear to god they're gonna pay for this."
You sit there, confused. "But, you also bully me.."
His expression softened a bit, instinctively clenching his fist. He released a small huff. "I tease you. But I wouldn't take it to that extent. They could've fucking killed you for god's sake."
You sigh. Feeling an odd sense of contentment as he speaks, but you drop your gaze to the water in front of you. Seungcheol seems to notice how upset you seemed, letting out a sigh himself. "Hey," he started, his voice softer than usual. "look at me for a second."
You look up at him as your eyes lock with each other. His expression filled with concern and...something else? He placed his hand on your shoulder, softly speaking. "I know i'm always picking on you, but...I never wanted this." He paused for a moment, looking down shyly. "I never wanna see you get hurt like that, you understand?"
You can't bring any words to speak, still in shock of how your enemy since you were born is saying this to you. A surprised expression is on your face, but it's clear you're too tired to react more. He notices your expression, letting out a huff as he slips his hand off of your shoulder. Cheol stands up, looking down at you with a stern voice. "I should bring you home, you look exhausted."
He looks down at you, waiting for a response. When you don't say anything, he grabs the towel around your shoulders and wraps it around your body. "Can you stand on your own or do you need me to carry you?" he asks.
You look up at him, still struck by shock to speak and he chuckles deeply. He raises his eyebrow, watching your expression. "I'm going to take that as a 'carry me'." He then leans down and gently picks you up in his arms like you weigh nothing.
As he's walking, Cheol's eyes are focused ahead of him, but you're just staring at him. Discretely trying to get a better look at him, because you've never seen him this close up before. You notice how his eyebrows are slightly furrowed together, like he's thinking about something. His hair is wet and slightly tousled, his clothing sticking to his skin. As he's carrying you easily, he glances down at you before quickly averting his gaze.
"What are you staring at?" he asks, his voice gruff.
"You." you quietly say, your hands on his shoulders.
Seungcheol feels his cheeks heat up at your bluntness, but he tries to dismiss it with a chuckle. He suddenly feels like he can't speak, so he just stays silent, focused on getting you home and safe.
Once he arrives at his car, he helps you into the passenger seat before walking to the drivers side. The ride to your house was silent, Cheol's hands gripping the wheel tightly. His mind was somewhere else. Finally after what felt like forever, he pulled up to your house and parked in the driveway. He turns to look at you, clearing his throat. "We're here."
You nod, feeling a hint of embarrassment as you look out the window. Seungcheol glances at your house and back to you, noticing your appearance. The towel is still tightly wrapped around your body, your hair is still slightly wet & he can see a glimpse of pink on your cheeks. "Can you walk in on your own?" he asks softly, not taking his eyes off of you.
"Yea, I'm fine. Thank you Seungcheol." you quietly say, looking at him.
His eyes scan your face for a moment before he nods. "Alright. But make sure to change out of your clothes & into something more dry. You don't want to catch a cold."
You nod, looking at his features for one last time, mumbling one last "Thanks" before opening his car door and exiting. As you're walking to your front door, you feel a sudden urge to turn back. But you don't. You feel too embarrassed too. But you're full of questions. Why did he save you? Why was he so nice? And why did you...not hate it?
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It's been a few weeks since the party, and you've been trying to ignore Seungcheol ever since it. You don't know why, but it feels like you need to. You think that he just "saved" you out of pity, and that he didn't actually care. And that hurts.
"Please tell me you're coming." Karina says as she sits at her vanity, applying a peach coloured blush on her cheeks.
You're sitting on her bed, her home being like a second home to you. "I can't go to another party Rina, look what happened at the last one." you say, petting her small cat, Leo.
She sighs, turning her chair to face you. "I know. But Y/N, It was one time. And if the girls go up to you again I swear I'll be by your side tonight. Promise."
"It's not that easy." You say.
"Why? What's stopping you?" She asks with a concerned expression.
You sigh, knowing its no use to keep hiding this from her, your best friend. "Its.....Seungcheol."
She tilts her head, confused. "Seungcheol? What'd he do? I swear to god did he say someth-"
"No," you cut her off "he...he actually saved me."
"What? What do you mean "saved you"?" Karina asks, looking puzzled.
You sigh. "That night, at the party. When the whole thing happened, he saved me. He got me out of the pool and helped me. Then he drove me back home and...he was being nice to me, Rina."
Karina's jaw drops as she stands up, sitting beside you on her bed. "You're saying....Choi Seungcheol, your enemy for years, saved you from practically drowning....and you DIDN'T TELL ME?!"
You have to bite back a laugh, looking at her. "I know. And i've been kinda...avoiding him ever since."
Karina smiles as you speak. You thought she would question you, like "Why have you been avoiding him?!" & "What is wrong with you?!?". But all she does is smile, and you furrow your brows.
"What?" You ask.
"Oh you're so going to this party." She says with the brightest smile you've ever seen, making you even more confused.
"Karina wha-"
"No objections." She cuts you off "This is the perfect moment Y/N! Enemies to lovers, have you heard of it? He saved you because he likes you! And he's going to the party tonight, so you know what that means."
"You're out of your mind." You scoff, shaking your head.
"Nope. I'm just smart. Now sit down, I'm getting you ready."
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That's where you started. And here you are now, sitting in the passenger seat with Karina in the drivers seat outside of the party. "I don't want to do this Rina.." you whine, looking at her with pleading eyes.
She shakes her head, smiling as if this is the most amusing thing she's ever witnessed. "Cmon Y/N, you'll regret it if you don't go. At least see what will happen, you never know."
You groan, which makes her laugh. "Fine."
"Yes!!! Let's go!" Karina squeals, opening her car door.
As you two make your way out of the car and into the party, you feel a sense of worry overfill you. What if Karina was right and Seungcheol was actually here tonight? What would you do? All of these thoughts run through your mind as you feel Karina's hand drag you into the party. This is gonna be a long night.
The second you both step foot into the party, you're overwhelmed by the amount of noise filling the room & your ears. The smell of alcohol, high schoolers odor and cigarette smoke fills your nose immediately. Music is playing in the background, making you feel like you cant even hear yourself think. Karina drags you to the living room, where all of her other friends are sitting on the couch. She introduces you to them, but you are only barely paying attention. You're solely focused that Seungcheol is somewhere in this party, and are terrified to see him.
As if the gods above knew you were thinking about Seungcheol, he appears. And lord help you, because he looks good. He just walked in with some of his friends, but you're only focused on him. He's wearing a basic grey top, tucked into his jeans, that fit a little too well. And his hair falls perfectly, some pieces in front of his ears. He's engrossed in a conversation with a friend, but god, you never noticed how handsome he was. How hot he was.
As you're staring, Karina pulls you out of your daze and pulls your wrist again. This time to the kitchen. As you both make your way in it, she opens the fridge, grabbing a pop for herself.
"Want one?" she asks, turning her head to you.
You shake your head "No thanks."
She smirks, shutting the fridge and walking to lean on the counter. "What's wrong? You've been silent ever since we came here."
You sigh, glancing around to make sure no ones in ear shot before talking. "I saw Seungcheol."
She smiles. "Okay, how did he look?"
Its almost like she knows your answer, like she knows how struck you still are by looking at him and is teasing you. But you settle for a short response. "Good."
Karina laughs, taking a sip of her pop. "Just good Y/N? Not like, hot or sexy?"
You immediately feel embarrassed, shaking your head. "Ew Rina! He's my enemy, obviously I don't think of him like that!"
She just keeps smiling, amused by your flustered state. "Oh cmon, it's obvious. Just admit he's hot."
"Karina I will no-"
Just as you're about to finish, Seungcheol walks into the kitchen, alone. He seems to notice the two of you, smiling a bit towards you before walking to the fridge. You glance over at Karina, silently giving her a look that's saying "If you say anything I'll kill you." and all she does is nod & smile. As Seungcheol is about to walk out, he pauses his steps and turns to face you. "Hey Y/N?"
You almost jump by his soft voice, looking at him. "Yeah?"
He takes a step closer, holding two soda's, one presumably for his friend. "You doing okay? After the other night?"
You feel a lump in your throat, nodding almost immediately as you manage to get out, "Yeah, thanks."
He just does a quick nod, before walking out of the room completely. Karina immediately squeals, grabbing your arm. "Y/N! I'm telling you right now he's in love with you."
You almost choke.....on air as she says that. Choi Seungcheol, in love, with YOU? It's actually impossible. You just shake your head. "Karina. Are we forgetting he teased me everyday since 4th grade? He is not in love with me"
She just shakes her head. "Yeah, teases. He teases you because he likes you! Cmon Y/N, I know I don't like him, but it's kinda sweet. Enemies to lovers, I already told you about this!"
You scoff. "You're crazy, Rina. I'll prove you wrong."
As you two finish bickering, the party continues. Everyone is spread into their own stations and friend groups, as you and Karina make your way into the main part of the house again. As you walk, you notice Yuna, Giselle & Sana talking to each other. You immediately stop walking, sighing and staring at them. Karina notices and looks where you're looking, immediately stiffening aswell. You hear her mutter a "Jesus.." before grabbing your arm and walking away.
But before you can get far, you hear a voice, a very annoying one. "Y/N!"
The two of you turn, Karina rolling her eyes as you both see the three girls walk closer. A smirk drawn on all of their faces as they stop in front of you two. "Nice seeing you here." Yuna says, crossing her arms as her eyes are focused on you.
Karina sighs, trying to stand in front of me. "What are you guys doing here?" she asks in a stern voice.
The three girls laugh, Yuna speaking up again. "I wasn't talking to you."
Karina seems like she wont back down, moving a bit more in front of you. "Well she doesn't want to talk to you, so leave."
Giselle steps up, looking annoyed. "Who are you to tell us to leave? Move out of the way."
You decide to speak up to Karina, your voice a bit quieter. "Karina, it's fine."
She turns to face you, her expression concerned as she tilts her head. You don't give her a chance to respond, moving so you're not behind her anymore. "Why do you guys keep talking to me?"
Sana speaks up. "Quit being such a baby Y/N, we're just catching up."
"I didn't know this was a costume party." Yuna added, her eyes raking over you. "Or is that how you always dress?"
Your jaw clenches, but you decide to stay silent to not escalate the situation further.
"Aren't you tired of embarrassing yourself?" Giselle chimed in, tilting her head in mock pity. You open your mouth to finally say something, but a familiar voice cuts through the noise behind you.
"That's enough."
All 5 of you turned your heads, the 3 bullies confidence faltering for a moment as they watch Seungcheol step forward. His gaze was hard and intense, locked onto Yuna as if she was something he needed to get rid of.
"Didn't realize this party came with entertainment." Yuna adds, trying to laugh it off.
Seungcheol doesn't even blink. "Funny, I was thinking the same. Except I don't remember asking for a circus act tonight."
The silence that followed was heavy, Yuna shifting uncomfortably, as the other two girls suddenly find their drinks very interesting. Seungcheol looks at you, his presence immediately shifting from harsh to comforting.
"You good?" he asked, his voice soft.
You just barely nod, in a loss for words.
"Then let's go." He says as he took your hand, guiding you away like you're the only thing that mattered in the room. He leads you into a secluded guest room, shutting the door as the music & noise fades into the background. It's now just the two of you in the room, and you suddenly feeling even more embarrassed than before.
Seungcheol crossed the room slowly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. "They always do that to you?"
You nod. "It's whatever, I'm used to it."
His jaw tightens as he frowns. "You shouldn't have to be."
A beat of silence passed between the two of you. The room felt smaller now. Warmer.
You swallowed hard. "Why did you step in? You hate me."
"I don't hate you." he said, a bit too quickly. His eyes met yours. "I've never hated you."
You let out a small, humorless laugh. "Could've fooled me. You've spent years acting like I don't exist. Or like I'm just someone to compete with."
He stepped closer. "That's because I didn't know how else to act around you." His voice was quieter now, softer.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He looked at you for a long moment, then sighed. "It means I've liked you. For a long time. And I didn't know how to handle it. So I messed it up. Over and over."
Your breath caught into your throat. Suddenly speechless. You stared at him, the weight of his words crashing over you like a wave. "You...like me?"
He stepped even closer, looking down at you. "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."
Your heart stuttered, locking eyes with him. You didn't answer right away. You couldn't. Because the way he was looking at you, like you're something so fragile and precious, like he would break if you turned away, made it hard to breathe.
Seungcheol took a step back, noticing your silence. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have-"
"Seungcheol." you cut him off.
He froze. You took that as an opportunity to reach out, grabbing his hand before he could retreat further.
And then, you kissed him.
The kiss was soft. His hands finding your waist, pulling you closer like he'd been waiting for his whole life to do it. He kissed you back like he meant it. And maybe deep down, you both were waiting for this moment to prove you weren't really enemies after all.
When you both finally pulled apart, you were both breathless. He rested his forehead against yours. "About time." he whispered, with the biggest smile on his face.
You smiled back, your heart still racing. "So...still think we're enemies?"
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Hello! 👋🏾 Your knight!Ghost and Princess!reader was so fun to read。⁠:゚⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)゚⁠:⁠。
If you feel like it, Could you do a continuation? Like where ghost escorts her through the village because she kept complaining about it( and maybe they do something semi-public, like in the carriage or any alleyway)
Or maybe something risky in the palace, or just furthering their escapades in her bedroomJust some ideas!
I write too, so I get if you're not inspired by this or if you are and it takes a while lol
just hope it sparked some ideas(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠。⁠*⁠♡
All of them did thx sm 🙏🏾💙💙 I made this story a lot deeper than it was 😅😅 long story incoming
Part 1 is right here, but it's not required to read this tho
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The Truth
Ghost Riley x Black Fem Reader Angsty Smut
MDNI, Virgin!Reader, Princess!Reader, Black Knight!Ghost
CW: a lil angsty corruption kink??, semi-public smashing (castle library), afab parts, talking through it, fingering, riding
Word Count: 2525 (give or take)
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Even after Ghost touched her in the bathtub, the Princess was still hellbent on seeing the fountain near the village entrance or the village in general, and not just from her balcony. The Black Knight wasn’t verbally rejecting her request anymore, opting to stand there with folded arms and cold eyes.
"What the hell is so special about that damn fountain, anyway?"
“I don't know! I’ve seen people throw coins into it after making a wish and I have to try it! It’s unfair!”
"What’s unfair is you being so hellbent on getting yourself killed. Are you in denial at how dangerous your town is?”
“Ugh, now you sound like my father; it's our village, why would my people want to hurt me?”
He raised his eyebrows as his eyes widened.
"You...think... the people in this village actually care about you?"
“Um, of course they do.” She laughs, backing up, “Did you forget I’m the princess? They may not know me to love me, but they surely care.”
"Oh they care alright— they care how easy you’ll be to rob... or worse.”
“Oh please, Simon, that’s a bit dramatic.”
“The moment you walk out there unprotected, they'd rip you apart. Just be thankful you haven’t been caught by anyone out there when you sneak out."
“I don't believe that...”
"You don't believe it?"
“No.”
“Jesus, your father’s a worse King than I thought. Makes sense he’s an even worse father.”
“Hey! He may be a pain, but watch your tongue.”
“I’ll watch my tongue when he goes back in time and tells his daughter what people do when they’re desperate, especially the people in this town. Because I can tell you holding people for ransom, robbing and even killing is never off the table— they might even do it for fun.”
“Simon, stop!”
He laughs, “You know what, I’ll teach you myself. Maybe there’s a book in the library on betrayal and human nature.”
“You mean any book in there that I somehow haven't read a thousand times?”
“Let’s go, it'll give you something to do besides complain and piss me off all night."
Ghost steps out of the way to reveal the door across her room, gesturing for her to take the lead, allowing (Y/n) to lead. Once in the library, the Princess walked through the biology books, calling out everyone that she’d read already— and she was right, it was most if not all. They then moved to the history book aisle, her fingers skimming past all the books' spines while her guard followed close behind silently, watching.
“Find anything yet?”
She groans, turning to face him. “Of course not, maybe because I read all these already! Ugh, besides some of them are missing.”
Ghost raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean missing?”
“These books have been lost for forever, I think.”
“And nobody has tried to look for them?"
“I don't know, my father told me they went missing around the time he became King.”
“Around? Lost? What could've possibly happened to these books for them to just disappear?"
“I don't know, perhaps they were lost in the move...”
He almost laughs, "Lost in the move?"
“Don’t laugh! He’s not of royal blood, he was elected in by the old King before he passed!”
“Oh, I know; the biggest news in the land was when a common blacksmith took his place.”
“Simon—” 
“But you’ve never seen a bookstore, so you wouldn’t know that most books don’t look like...” He gestures to the golden spines on the shelves, “...This. So a common blacksmith couldn’t have bought them.” 
“I... I-I don’t know! I never really noticed or thought about until now... I was too young and they’re just books so I never asked again...”
"Good, you're learning.”
“Why would he hide books...?”
Ghost crossed his arms, giving (Y/n) a look as if it were a rhetorical question.
"Do you really have to ask? There is a reason he keeps you in this castle, isolated and dumb like this."
She blinks, “...Because I'm young...?”
“Because your father knows what those villagers are capable of."
“But all the times I snuck out, the few people I met were nice... They had to have known, the only thing I don't wear is my jewelry.”
"Why’s that?”
“In case something falls off while I'm sneaking out and leaves evidence to my routes...”
He chuckled, "You may be craftier than I initially thought."
“I'm naïve, not stupid.”
The Princess starts to walk to the bookkeeper’s desk to see if the books are over there, impressing Ghost with her newfound determination. She climbs over the desk and crouches under to look for the books and to her surprise, there is a stack of missing books sitting right where the bookkeeper would be standing. She gasps and grabs them, standing back up to place the 10 books on the desk for Ghost to see while she reads off the titles.
“So, she...” (Y/n) trails off, “The bookkeeper knew about this too...”
"Do you trust her?”
“I trust all the staff... at least I did.” The Princess gasps, “That's why he hired you to watch me— cuz a Black Knight wouldn't be as lenient with me as a palace guard.”
He smiled and uncrossed his arms. "You're catching on, Princess. Well done."
“Should I read them...? I feel like it maybe too much information, especially in one night.”
“I could give you a summary of what might be in those books.”
“What, then tell me!”
"Do you really want to hear my thoughts, Princess?”
“Yes, all of them, everything.” 
“You aren't going to like it.”
“That’s probably why it was hidden from me, isn’t it?”
The Princess carefully jumps back over the desk and adjusts her nightgown before walking over to the lounging area of the library, causing a sly smirk to slowly form on his lips somewhat amused by her eagerness. She sat on the couch closest to the fireplace while Ghost stood in front of the couch opposite of her, silently gathering his thoughts before walking closer to (Y/n)’s sitting form.
"Your people are not kind." His boots thumped as he walked closer, “You're smart to sneak out at night because not only will the guards bring you back, but your townspeople are some of the most aggressive, opportunistic people I've ever encountered."
(Y/n)’s smile fades, eyes widening as they search his eyes for any sign of a joke.
"Maybe it was the King before your father or the one before that, but your father has yet to try to do anything about it.”
“Well, he—” 
“And he won't." He knelt before the couch and looked her straight in the eyes, "And you know how I know?"
She swallows thickly, shaking her head. Ghost leans closer, his hands gripping the arm of the couch as he leans forward.
"Because in the time he became king to right this second, he had a goddamn daughter that's now 20 years old.”
Her jaw dropped with a sharp inhale. Her eyes slowly drifted to the floor where he was crouching, heart panging as a sick feeling of guilt bubbled in the pit of her stomach.
“He had over 2 decades to do something about the people in this town— but didn't. And now here you are, sitting in this palace not knowing a goddamn thing about the place you're meant to rule.”
“He wouldn’t, he’s just... He....”
“Now, I don't blame you, how could I? You're the only one who's in the dark about all this because he doesn't want his ‘precious daughter’ hurt.”
“See? He cares... about me at least...” 
“And I don’t doubt he was going to keep this from you until you became Queen to make it your burden."
“What, no... My father—”
“Planned on teaching you nothing before shoving you into your new position? That's why I hate him-- that's why I could give a damn about consequences, ‘cuz there are none. Not even for touching his daughter in her bathtub."
(Y/n) gasps, looking back up with wide eyes and a burning face, the sight forcing an amused smirk to appear under the Black Knight’s mask.
"Oh don't look so horrified.” He rested his hand on her thigh, caressing the inside just like he did in the bath, “Remember, you tried to seduce me first."
Her thighs tremble, closing under the blue silk of the sleeping gown, “Then you already got your revenge; you don't have to taunt like this.”
"I'm not taunting you, Princess. Merely telling you all my thoughts, just like you asked. And I do so enjoy how easy it is to get a rise out of you.”
He continued to rub his hand along her inner thigh, a sly smile under that skull mask of his.
She scoffs, “But when I do so, it's wrong...”
"You need to be careful how you go about things, Princess.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Yes. For example, your method of 'accidentally' forgetting your towel is a very subtle tactic and if I was one of your stupid palace guards, I would've fallen for it. But mine...” He suddenly gripped her thigh firmly and separated it from the other, making her gasp, “Is much more direct.”
“Then.... You should teach me more...”
He chuckled softly and shook his head, his hand started to slowly slide further up her thigh, “And what makes you think I'd be willing to teach you a goddamn thing like this?”
“Because you're the only one that's taught me anything.”
He paused for a second to think. 
"Put your legs on my shoulders and lean back."
“R-Right now?”
“No time like present. Especially, we’re less likely to get found.”
Looking down at him, the Princess slowly leans back on the couch and places the soles of her feet on him, the chill of his armored shoulders making her shiver. He smiled under his mask as his hand slipped under her gown to trace small circles on the inside of her thighs. He slowly lifted the silk over his head and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the couch cushions until he was sure she couldn't see his face before finally tugging his mask under his chin. She gasps when he tugs her underwear to the side before gripping the armrest of the couch at the feeling of his warm, plump lips wrapping around her tiny bud.
Ghost’s tongue gently caresses sensitive clit in circles in a way her fingers have never done. She looked down at her dress where his head was with a slack jaw in shock at his ability to make her feel this good already. His fingers were one thing but this was another. Every lick and swirl of his tongue was another whine or squirm from her, causing Ghost to grip her thighs even firmer.
“O-Oh my gods... How are you...?”
“Hush... Shh...” His voice was muffled, his mouth refusing to stop, “Just feel...”
“But it’s too good... I don’t know what to do...”
She could feel her smirk against her folds before sucking harder until her legs tremble as they try to close around his head. Try. He closes his eyes as he angles her hips upward to be able to push his tongue inside, slurping and flicking her insides with soft grunts from under her sleeping gown. (Y/n)’s hips buck and stutter until she finally cums with a yelp of his name.
He retracts his tongue from her and watches her cunt pulse while listening to her pants and gasps from inside the silk. He then drags his tongue across her folds one last time, cleaning off her excess slick before pulling his mask back up and standing up to nonchalantly sit next to her quivering body. She pants, turning her head to aim her glassy eyes at him. 
“Wh-what now?”
“Now...” He slowly undoes his belt, “You’re gonna sit on my lap and give yourself some pleasure.”
“But I thought the man was supposed to be on top of the woman.”
Ghost chuckles, “That’s one way of doing it. But I don’t wanna be too rough on you for your first time so I’ll let you take over. So c’mon, you’re wet enough.”
(Y/n)’s eyes widen as his hand reaches into his pants and pulls out his hard cock, letting it stand erect from his pants. She takes a deep breath.
“So that’s why you...”
“Ate you out? Part of the reason; it’s also just a way to get you even more turned on.”
The Princess slowly climbs onto Ghost’s lap and straddles him while holding his shoulders to keep her soaking wet cunt hovered above his tip. His chin was angled up, observing how her nervous gaze looked all around, seemingly worried about his size so the knight softly grabbed her hips to get her attention.
“Oi.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Relax... Remember, you’re in control and I’m right here.”
With that notion, she slowly lowered herself onto him, biting her lip to keep her discomforting groans from echoing in the library. Her fingers dug into the metal of his shoulder armor as her body adjusted to him—  the slick from her earlier orgasm helping like he said it would and more than she thought. Her face contorted in displeasure, her eyes shut tight from every inch but suddenly fly open when his cockhead hits something inside her— something his fingers and tongue hit, but somehow even better. The Black Knight stifles his laugh with a groan.
“You felt that huh?” His voice drops to a whisper, “Hit it again.”
With the guidance of his hands, the Princess lifts and drops herself on his cock, hitting her spot over and over again and understanding what he meant by giving herself some pleasure. Her eyes flutter shut again as she creates her own slow, steady rhythm up and down on his lap, her ass lightly slapping against his thighs with each drop. Ghost groans, making her open her eyes in time to see his head tilt back on the couch with his own eyes shut.
“Are you alright?”
“Never better....” He pants, “Never fucking better, just keep going.”
“Can I go faster?”
“Fuck, please yes.”
Her hands grip his shoulders harder and she bounces faster, whimpering at the way his thick, veiny shaft drags against her walls. His pants come through his mask, making his hands tighten on her hips. The Princess leans forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder to which he pulls her closer, pressing their chests together. His arms wrap around her and his hands hold her ass cheeks to help her bounce faster, their grunts and moans softly echoing off the walls along with the slapping crackling of the fireplace. It wasn’t long before her hips started to grind back and forth on his lap to fight off the growing pressure in her body.
“No, keep going. That’s a good thing.” He murmurs, loving the fluttering clenches around his cock, “A great fuckin’ thing, keep doing that ‘til you’re done.”
“What about—”
“I’m the teacher, all you gotta worry about is keeping that pretty voice down.”
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(a/n): sorry its so late loves, I got a cold and then a job lmao🤣😂
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washeduphazbin · 1 year ago
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Electrifying
Vox x Fem!Reader
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Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Vox x feedreader, where he’s in his room with all those TVs, doing his broadcast or something? And the reader comes in and gives him a BJ (smut pls) I changed some things. I hope it's okay. Enjoy you, sinners. ;)
When you were alive, you weren't particularly religious; that's not to say you didn't believe in the concept of heaven or hell, just that you didn't care where you ended up. Your family was religious and cared more about scaring the word of the lord into you than your personal beliefs. In your head, you assumed that it was your anti-religious beliefs that would earn you a one-way ticket to hell. You didn't expect the reason to actually be the fact that you hacked yourself into a secret government database and ended up in prison, only to die in a prison riot that you played a part in. You become a number one target when you can hack the guard's security cameras.
Long story short, you died and woke up in hell. Then you hacked your way into working for one of the most powerful Overlords in hell, specifically by glitching out every one of his broadcasts until he noticed you.
Vox was going to kill you when he found out you were the one fucking up his tech, but you managed to convince him that combining your skills would serve him much better than slaughtering you and wasting your talent. He put your skills to good use; Vox could finally take breaks from constantly patrolling the cameras around Pentagram City and focus much more on improving his already well-renowned tech. It took a lot of sucking up and managing to break into some of whatever radio shops that were left in the city and breaking all the old-timey tech that things finally shifted between your relationship with the Overlord. Destroying those radios caused you to immediately jump on the Radio Demon's shit list, which as a normal Sinner was not ideal.
However, it jumped you up immensely on Vox's Employee of the Month board. In fact, you were almost sure you were his favorite employee ever.
He finally trusted you enough to show you the central hub where he ran his broadcasts, and you moved from ordinary everyday Sinner under contract to Vox's right-hand woman...who was...still under contract...semantics.
From that moment on, you were constantly by his side throughout every single one of his broadcasts. While Velvette might be the backbone of the Vees, you were Vox's hype woman, keeping him out of trouble while encouraging his most chaotic ideas. That's how the two of you remained for a consistent seven years until the Radio Demon hijacked Vox's broadcasts, showing all of Hell he's made his triumphant return.
"I can't fucking believe this, I've spent years building my empire, YEARS, and he thinks he can just take it from me like that? Does he even know who I am?" You watched your boss prepare for his late-night broadcast session, flipping switches and plugging wires into his head while ranting about that deer-faced fuck
"He's not worth it, Sir," You speak softly and notice his shoulders relax at your tender tone. "You've been running Pentagram City for years. At this point, your viewers aren't just going to turn you away for a guy who sounds like he swallowed a microphone instead of a dick." Vox snorted with delighted laughter as he sat down in his studio chair. His claws drumming on his metal table pinging around the studio, you stepped closer and noticed he was still trailing Aslastor's every movement on camera. "May I speak freely?"
He thought briefly before turning his screen to face you, "Well, spit it out then."
"Your 'hatred' for Alastor is boarding on obsessive; it's creepy and- don't give me that look." You huffed, crossing your arms, "You permitted me. Plus, you haven't even heard my suggestion yet."
"And why exactly would I let you suggest anything after your attitude?"
"It'll help you relax," your hands spread across his shoulder pads down his chest, and you could hear his processors running a little louder in embarrassment. "I have lived to serve you since the day you hired me. Let me help you." You purred softly next to his screen, nuzzling against the cool metal; you saw how his claws dug into the table before him, creating claw marks.
"I suppose if you're offering." He leaned back in his chair, wires still connected to the back of his screen; you hummed, moving in front of him. Subtly, very subtly, you pressed the start broadcast button with your fingers. He watched with spiraling eyes as you kissed the side of his screen before kneeling between his legs. You saw sparks of embarrassment erupt from his screen, "wait, what relaxation are we talking about here- fuck!" He cursed, voice glitching in a way he usually used to command attention from his viewers and Val. Your hands gently trailed over his belt buckle as you leaned against his thigh,
"Not yet," You teased softly, "Maybe if you're good." You whisper with a wink, kissing his inner thigh, "Don't you wanna relax?"
"Yes." He commanded you hurriedly before composing himself, "Be a good girl for me, baby. Help me relax."
"Yes, sir." You hummed, unbuckling his belt, and with a click of his metal clasp, his belt was pulled from his pants. You felt cold claws trace your cheek as you looked back up at him through your extended lashes. His screen was glowing a mesmerizing purple hue; he looked briefly awkward,
"Vox, say my name."
"Yes, Vox." You licked your lip, rubbing your thighs together; your fingers pulled and tugged at his pants in a way of asking permission. He gave a single head nod as his slacks were pulled down to his ankles. You heard him suck in through his teeth as you landed forward towards his boxers, admiring the significant hardness in his pants. "Look at you; you're so big already..." You felt drool pooling in your mouth, and he made another strangled electronic sound. "I can't wait to feel you in my mouth." He seemed to gather some confidence back as he gripped your hair, causing you to whine,
"If you're so eager. Then suck." His eyes flashed a plethora of pretty colors, and you felt your willpower drop, hypnosis, your heart skipped a beat as your underwear flooded with your slick. He grinned wickedly as your mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you took him out of his underwear. His dick was unlike anything you've ever seen. It was long and curved, sticking straight into the air, showing his eagerness for your mouth; blue and red wire-like veins seemed to pulse with need. You leaned forward, nipping gently at his now bare thighs as he hissed in through his teeth before swallowing his length in your mouth. Vox groaned, a static sound; as soon as your hot mouth swallowed him, sparks from the monitors singed your skin. You smiled, knowing that his sounds and your actions were being broadcast for all of hell to see and hear, and he was none the wiser.
You felt his claws dig into your hair, pulling you forward, forcing you to take him deeper down your throat. You groaned around him and began to suck as deep as you could take him down your throat. "Fuck baby, fuck." He hissed as you looked up at him through half-lidded lashes, opening your mouth wider and running your tongue on the wire veins underneath his dick. He shuddered and choked back a moan as you pulled back. You began to kitten lick along the sensitive tip, swallowing the blue precum that was forming at the slit. He shuddered, the screen glitching a few times as it flashed different frames and colors. "Don't stop now; you're just getting better." He grinned crookedly, petting your hair like a pet; you gave him a look. He snickered, urging you forward back onto his dick,
"I'm going to make you cum so hard, your blue screen." You purred, licking your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before taking him as deep as your throat would allow. He was heavy in your mouth and throat, filling it even though he wasn't thick. His tip hit the back of your throat as you choked around him. He moaned heatedly, eyes squeezing shut as he jolted as you suctioned your lips around him. He was close, and you could tell his hips began to twitch as he attempted to fuck your throat. You took that as a sign to place your hand on his balls, squeezing them and caressing them through your hands; you were rewarded with an even louder moan and a shout of your name. "That's it, baby, I'm so close, harder. fuck you're such a good girl." That seemed to do it as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through him as he shot his load down your throat, which you swallowed eagerly.
He tasted like you swallowed a packet of blue raspberry pop rocks.
You pulled off of him, licking your lips, and noticed his entire body was slack, face completely blue, sparks shooting out the back of his head. You giggled, turning to the screens and seeing yourself on camera; you hummed, hiking up your skirt and giving a little bow to the audience before ending the broadcast. You and Vox's phones were blaring with messages nonstop; you picked up Vox's while he was rebooting. You opened it quickly, remembering his passcode from when he told you to monitor Val's activities with the tracker he placed on the Moth. There were notifications from social media and Vox tech itself, which you promptly swiped away so Vox couldn't see them immediately when he rebooted. About a hundred texts from Velvette and Valentino in the Vees shared group chat.
Velvette was screaming about all the social media images she'd have to wipe to protect Vox's image and how much of an idiot he was for not double-checking that he wasn't on air. While Val was giving a rating while sending a play-by-play and ranking your technique, begging Vox to let him use you in his next shoot. You giggled, leaning down to snap a picture of you with a still rebooting Vox and sending it to the other Vees before throwing the phone away. If things go well, he'll fuck you on air next; worst case scenario, you'll double die, known as one of the best dick suckers in hell, probably only second to Angeldust.
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humiliatemeplesse · 8 months ago
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You went to one of the gay bars in the city to meet the guy you had been chatting with online. You already thought he was good looking, smart, and he was definitely dominant. And you knew from your exchanges that he was definitely a little kinky too. So you were excited to finally meet him, and of course nervous. When he actually showed up you were a little surprised. You hear so many stories of guys meeting online and one never shows when the two of you set something up. After a little talking and a few beers, the conversation started to turn sexual. Being a little buzzed, at one point you told him that you had a fetish for guy's sweaty smelly socked feet. He didn't laugh or act like you you were a freak, he just looked you straight in the eye with a little intensity and took about swig of his beer. Then, all of a sudden he sat down on one of the few chairs near the two of you. He slipped off his boot exposing his big, white athletic socked foot. "Get down and kiss it" he said. You started to get a hard on but you also got nervous, you were right out in front of everyone. "I said get down and kiss it" he said and from the look on his face and his tone of voice you knew he was serious. But you still just stood there, afraid to do it in front of all the guys in the bar. "Look, if you don't get down now and kiss my sweaty dirty smelly socked foot, I'm outta here. Do you know how many guys would beg me to do this to them? I can leave here and get on Grindr and find ten in ten minutes, so make up your mind fast boy." You didn't want to lose this guy, especially because he was into satisfying your fetish, so you got down on your knees in front of the whole bar and kissed his socked foot. It smelled pretty strong having been sweating in his leather boots and like he hadn't changed them for a couple of days. "Keep going boy, one fucking kiss isn't going to cut it, keep going, show me how bad you want it." So you started kissing them intensely. You forgot about everyone looking at you. You were rock hard. "Sniff 'em." You started sniffing hard and deep. He started rubbing them all over your face. You heard some guys thinking you were disgusting, that you were a freak. You heard others just laughing at you. Part of you was embarrassed but the other part of you was so satisfied, felt exactly where you belonged. You just kept kissing and sniffing his sweaty socked feet as he watched and drank his beer. It went on like this for probably half an hour. Then he took his foot away and put his boot back on. "Good boy. Next time, don't hesitate one fucking second when I tell you to do something or I'll be gone so fast it'll make your head spin." You heard yourself say "Yes Sir " He got up and said "I'll contact you when I'm available, we'll do this again. Maybe at a restaurant I'm thinking. Who knows. It depends how I'm feeling at the moment. Now after I leave you stay here for one hour. One hour. I want you to have to stand here alone with all these guys looking at you for what you are, a little faggot sock sniffer, so desperate to sniff a man's sweaty socked feet that you'll humiliate yourself in public." And then he walked out. You waited the hour he told you to and you got a lot of dirty and weird looks and a few guys even called you a freak and fucked up and told you to leave the bar. When you got home you laid on your bed and relived the entire scene in your mind as you jerked off and came in just a few minutes. The next day you were looking at your phone every fifteen minutes at work, desperately waiting for him to contact you again. You realized you were his bitch now. He knew your passion, your deep need, and all he had to do was stick his sweaty socked feet in your face and you'd do anything for him. And you knew he knew it too.
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rapunzelbro · 10 months ago
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The Act of Stealing a Loved One |1| (Stanley Pines x Reader)
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This is a beginning of a prompt I wrote. Please don't expect chapters quickly. Enjoy!
Story guide
Being the wife of a man who went missing was hard. Many told you it was time to move on, many told you he was dead, and hell maybe you should just move on. But if they knew what happened that night, what actually happened to the man you loved, they would know why you couldn't exactly give up hope. You told him to shut it down, to stop what he was doing, hell Stan even did, but none of that would matter.
When he got trapped in the portal, it was the day you shut yourself out from everyone, you moved back to the small town home you two had bought before moving to Gravity Falls, you couldn’t take living in the house he went missing in. Stan kept living in his brothers’ home, turning it into some ‘Mystery Shack’ tourist attraction after a few weeks, which you wanted no part of. And after that, it was just radio silence. You didn’t hear anything from Stanley, nothing about your husband, it was just silence.
10 years went by. You still had hope that he was going to walk in that door and embrace you, telling you about the crazy things he saw while he was away, promising to never leave your side. It was now August 1992. He was smart, he knew about this sort of thing, so he was going to be back in your small home in New Jersey any minute now. That was going to happen… Right?
Another 10 years went by. You were grasping at straws trying to keep the memories you had with him in your mind. It was February 2002. The ring on your finger was a reminder of the love you two had, your hope was beginning to slip away. You stared down at your phone. Some weird new portable phone you finally decided on getting after debating. You should call Stan…
You never ended up calling him.
10 years later you had a car packed, a for sale sign was up in your town home you once lived in. It was now June 2012. Your wedding ring was no longer on your finger, you put it back in its box years ago. He wasn’t coming back, it's been 29 years. You were headed back to Gravity Falls, Oregon. To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you didn't know what to think. How would Stan react?
Shit. Stan. You had to call him.
After starting your car, you scroll through your contacts before landing on your brother-in-law, Stan Pines. The contact photo was an old photo of him from your wedding, he was being chased around by some smaller kids who were there tormenting him, thinking it was hilarious, you obviously had the photographer take a photo of it. Looking back on it gave you hope that he was willing to forgive your absence. You dialed his number before you started driving, praying he hasn’t changed it after all these years.
It was on its final ring before someone finally answered “.. kids don't do anything stupid! Ugh…Hello?” he sounded the same as you remember, almost identical to your Stanford. “Hello? If this is some telemarketer im not interested” he said again, you realized you did say anything “Hi! Uh Hi sorry. Stan.. Is that really you?” you heard him spit his water out before coughing, then clearing his throat “Y/n.. it’s you. Um, geez sorry not good at this, why are you calling me? It's been 29 years..” He sounded off put by you calling him. “I’m heading back to Gravity Falls Stan, I was hoping I could see you? Unless you don't want to then-” “Quit rambling.. You're sure you want to see me after all these years? I did uh, take over your old home” Stan muttered into the phone “That wasn’t my home Stan, and yes I'm sure. I'm driving so it'll be a couple days until I arrive. I have a place already so don't worry” You sigh slightly
“Grunkle Stan who are you talking to! Is it a girl?” you can hear a younger girl on the other side of the line, you must be on speaker. “Who’s that?” you ponder “It's no one” Stan quickly replies, hearing the girl gasp “Y/n Pines?! Grunkle Stan! You’re married?! DIPPER YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS” She had to have seen the caller ID. Guess he just added you as a contact “Mabel you get back here! Shit, Y/n I gotta go, I’ll get it sorted out. I can’t wait to see you” Stan grumbles before hanging up. You slightly smile at the interaction.
You marrying Stanley? Hard pass.
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dinomighty · 13 days ago
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It's taken me a few days to make myself get through it, but I've finally watched Molly's departure, the aftermath, and Caduceus's debut. It was painful and yet I've been fascinated too.
I honestly thought Molly’s death happened much further into the story and that therefore Caduceus wasn't around for that long. Turns out I had that completely wrong and I think it's the fact the death happens so early in the campaign that shocks the most. He's dead now? Facing slavers? When almost half the party isn't even there? It all feels shockingly wrong, because we don't know all of Molly yet. There's such a feeling of more to come, because we know he was someone called Lucien before dying, waking up in a grave, and becoming Molly. Surely that has to be explored, even though Molly is insistently against knowing anything about his past. So we don't get that now?
I love that actually we will get that, and that dying actually brings Molly's past right into the present, which he would have resisted had he lived. The story he had no interest in will get revealed now he's gone. There's something utterly fantastic in that.
I honestly think Matt wanted Lucien to appear at some point in the campaign but that he really didn't expect for Molly to die so early on. As he said, it was just a confluence of really bad things, especially how they were in the middle of nowhere with no one around to heal him. I also think that if any of the Mighty Nein was going to die and not return (as himself anyway), Molly made the most sense. If this was a scripted show, his character would have certainly been killed off. Because his story has already continued once already after death. So surely it'll happen again. And that's now bubbling in the background until I get to the empty grave and Lucien's return. So that was brilliant luck for Matt and his storytelling anyway, knowing there was a way to use this and how good it could be for the campaign's future, even if it happened so early on. That all pleases and feeds my storytelling brain while also feeling really upsetting that we didn't get to see more of Molly, how he might have developed and who he might have even romanced, if he was interested in that.
I was going to write a bit about how awful people were for heaping abusive anger on Matt, Ashly and Taliesin for Molly's death. But just, please don't do that okay? Misaimed anger in grief is understandable but still really hurtful.
And I adore Caduceus, he's so pleasant and inexperienced, in a different manner to Nila. He's so different to anyone Taliesin has played before in CR and I appreciate that, especially as he only had a week to create him. I wonder if they all now have back ups created for campaigns? I love the tea/Tealeaf link, which was apparently completely coincidental lol, and I'm just looking forward to knowing more about him. And I'm really looking forward to getting Fjord, Jester and Yasha back soon, I miss all three a lot!
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audliminal · 8 months ago
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It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 6
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"I'm telling you, Fenton!" Wes announces. "I'm onto you." A few of the kids walking past snicker at them, as Danny does his best to look confused. The startled part is easy; Wes is turning out to be a surprisingly good actor. He's been gradually leaning even harder to the image of a conspiracy nut, and the result is impressive. Danny, on the other hand, is simply trying to keep up with the insanity.
"I have literally no clue what you're talking about, dude." Danny says, attempting to push past Wes, so he can enter their classroom. Wes doesn't seem inclined to let this confrontation end, though.
"You may have everybody else fooled, but I know the truth. You made a pact with the so-called ghosts and their efforts to take over our world. You're just manipulating your parents' tech in order to convince everyone that they actually are ghosts, and not the invading fae army they really are!"
"Dude, what?" Danny responds, not quite able to hold back the laugh.
"Honestly, Wes, don't you have any common sense?" Star asks, as she walks up. "Rumor has it that Fenton's failing like half his classes, and you think a bunch of fae lords, or whatever would trust him to help their scheme? Surely they'd choose someone more competent." She flips her hair, and then walks past the both of them, as a couple of the kids nearest to them start snickering.
Outwardly, Danny winces and hunches in on himself a little more, as he takes the opening Star just created and ducks into the classroom after her.
In hallway outside, Danny catches Wes muttering to himself before following them in. No one says anything for a minute, but the moment the bell rings and Mr Lancer shuts the door, Star turns to Wes.
"I think you should be a writer or something after we get out of here." Star tells him. "That theory was honestly inspired."
"It gets even better. I have so much evidence to force on you guys, it'll be great." Wes answers, then turns to Danny. "You good? I know we don't mean any of it, but it's still gotta suck to have us acting like assholes all the time."
"I mean," Danny hums. "I'm not gonna say it's fun? But like honestly compared to everything else, dissing my work kinda seems..."
"Banal?" Sam offers.
"Yeah, sure, that." Danny nods. "Like, compared to people wanting me dead, who cares, I guess."
"Yikes," Kwan mutters. "Your life is a fucking mess, dude."
"Well, i do have some good news about that." Tucker announces, turning his computer to face everyone else. "Looks like the fanbase is making some progress towards finding the real stuff.
Danny stares at the reddit thread Tucker is on. He's honestly been only loosely paying attention to the actual stuff Tucker and Wes have been posting. He's happy to offer his knowledge of space stuff, or engineering, but the intricacies of secret code aren't really something he ever pursued. Well, except for the secret language he and Tucker had made as kids. Wes, on the other hand, peers at the screen and lets out a soft whoop.
"Hell yeah! They found the second layer!"
"Yeah. Which means they've found our first plea for help."
"Oh, wow," Sam says sardonically. "A plea for help that's so great. Why are they gonna think it's anything other than another part of the damn story."
"Chill out, Sam," Tucker responds. "The point is to encourage them to look harder. And once they find the next level, they'll start finding our info on the infinite realms."
"Whatever," Sam says, frowning. "I just... Don't like how much waiting this involves."
"Yeah it would be a lot easier if we could just, like, beat them up and call it good," Dash agrees. "But, like, jail would probably suck."
"At least they're making progress," Danny points out. "I don't really get how you guys are making these layers, but. It's more progress than anything else we've tried."
"Yeah, but like, what does this mean for us?"
"Why not interact directly with that post?"
"Maybe. We'd have to be extra careful about what and how we say it, so they don't write us off as a copycat or anything, but it could serve to reinforce, uh-" Wes leans in, to read the username. "BenBlues379's theory."
"Okay then, let's draft a reply." Danny zones out as they start to discuss the specifics. He hadn't actually had to go deal with any ghosts last night, but his parents had been working on some new invention, and the noise of their trials had made sure he didn't get much sleep despite the supposed reprieve. Luckily, nobody in this class is going to complain if he takes the opportunity to catch up on the missed shut-eye now, so with one last deep breath, Danny folds himself down onto his and relaxes into sleep, as the sounds of his classmates debating echoes around him.
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shsl-hubris-guy · 8 months ago
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got a totally random rush of Emotions about Chihiro's gender so hi let's talk about how the entire account of Chihiro 'totally being a cis dude guys' is told by Monokuma, the guy that later goes on to fake a suicide note and falsify an entire class trial just to be pissy. Ah yes top 10 most reliable narrators ever of all time, yes, yes, very convincing
Not to mention in the exact same fucking motive he's very obviously purposefully warping the truth and lying to the cast's faces?? Within the 'embarrassing memories' motive Mondo's is a warped version of the truth. "Mondo killed his own brother" but he didn't, and just about everyone is able to grasp that one. He indirectly led to the accident, but Daiya made his own choices. So wouldn't the same logic apply to Chihiro's motive? "He dresses like a girl but actually is a boy" sounds like you're actively warping her own life experience to send her into Despair.... which is Monokuma's primary character motive.... crazy how that works........
And now, a compilation of every line Chihiro delivers in her own backstory, without the narrative padding from Monokuma explaining to you why this is totally her hating being a woman and wanting to be a man
"Now nobody will be able to say anything about 'even though you're a boy'..."
"I'm... weak... Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak...!"
"Now's my chance..."
"I'm going to get stronger... and accept who I am..."
"Strong enough so that when someone says 'even though you're a boy' it'll be okay. I'll get better!"
"Maybe talking to Mondo about it will help give me some courage..."
So yeah, once you pull out the unreliable narrator. You get like, 6 lines total. 1/3 of which specify that she IS AFRAID of people saying "even though you're a boy". Now, call me crazy, but if we're genuinely arguing that Chihiro is a cisgendered man, why the hell would she say the equivalent of "I need to accept being a boy. Gee, I sure hope no one calls me a boy while I do so!" That's. That's inherently contradictory. More than anything, looking at Chihiro's lines as the most reliable source of Chihiro's thoughts about herself, it starts to look less and less like a man who wants to rise above being gnc and be a true manly man, and more like someone who's about to get fucking outed and mocked by Monokuma and trying to do damage control, steeling herself to be called a man and strengthening her mind and body to prepare for said outing.
Earlier in chapter 2, Chihiro is already thinking of starting to try working out, but is too afraid to enter the lockers because she's well-aware she can only enter the boys' locker rooms. The inference that Makoto comes to is that Chihiro is an individual trapped in a killing game that couldn't defend herself verbally in the library the morning prior, and is visibly the physically weakest in the class. Ergo, perhaps she wants to be able to defend herself better? Well, neither of those facts that lead to said inference magically change after the discovery of her dick, so perchance, the reason she wanted to get stronger was still so she could defend herself both verbally and physically?? The ONLY reason you'd have to come to the conclusion she wants to reconnect with her assigned sex is because she is being actively threatened into it by Monokuma's motive, or if you take Monokuma's story at his word, that he'd speak respectfully of the dead. Just like he did with every other character in that game, right?
Also, it's worth noting that in the actual conversation-turned-spiral between Chihiro and Mondo before Chihiro's death, neither Chihiro nor Mondo actually talk about Chihiro's gender, only her strength and desire to destroy her weakness. Yes, Mondo is using he/him in the voiceover, but the entire class is atp, and again. Using that as genuine evidence falls flat because we see in that very same scene that Mondo WAS NOT completely present for that conversation. He saw Chihiro's willpower and spiraled, conflating Chihiro with his brother and lashing out in a ptsd-induced blackout.
Also also, if you're gonna argue Chihiro has no reason to need to get physically stronger unless it's to be more masculine, A) Sakura exists in the same game, and B) please god look up any statistics on the amount of violence trans teens receive. That alone is a perfectly reasonable justification for a trans woman to want to be able to defend herself, especially when locked in a place where you cannot escape your potential aggressors.
TLDR Chihiro is legitimately more believable as a trans woman, and every intervention attempting to explain otherwise comes from a character defined by his love of twisting the truth for the sake of causing suffering. Hi hello does anyone hear me
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avocado-writing · 1 year ago
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AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
*eats your words*
no but seriously, your writing has me kicking my feet when I’m supposed to be typing an essay 😞‼️ I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for the companions x monk! Tav who, when being confessed to, Tav responds with “it’ll pass”?
basically fleabag inspired 😍‼️ please and thank you! stay safe n warm 🔫
OH GOD HEARTBREAKING i tried to make it have a happy ending tho!!! enjoy! and I'm so glad that you enjoy my writing! (mild nsfw mentions)
writing as if you're saying this because you think you wouldn't be the best option for their future, one way or another, and want to try and soften the blow for them by replying like this. you only want them to be happy and you're scared it can't be with you.
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Astarion
you cup his face, and the look in your eyes is so, so sad.
you think perhaps your simple nomadic lifestyle will not be enough for him. you love him, you do, but he needs someone more modern. more cosmopolitan.
when you tell him it will pass you see a myriad of expressions cross his face: sadness, confusion, anger... but finally, resolve.
he takes your hand in his, firmly.
"my heart. I know when things will pass, and when they won't. my love for you is not some trifle, a fashion to be abandoned like it would go out of style. I mean it. I can make my own decisions, and I have decided where I want to be. It's with you."
he reaches out to embrace you. you're surprised, but let him do it anyway, and you bury your face into his neck to hide your emotions.
maybe, just maybe, you were wrong.
you hold him tighter than ever that night.
Gale
you're worried he is too smart for you. that he will get bored of you, and the idea breaks your heart.
you tell him "it'll pass" when he confesses because you're scared.
seems actually offended that you'd tell him his love for you might be fleeting.
"there are things which will span the ages. stories, gods, heroes. my love for you is one of them. I do not confess that lightly. you are a beacon of hope in my life, love... and that will never fade."
goes on for some time afterwards about how committed he is and how much he loves you, until eventually you accept that he's not going anywhere.
bloody wizards, so good with their words...
fall asleep that night after having the most intimate lovemaking session, all about feeling each other's breath and heartbeats.
he is here to stay, forever.
Wyll
wyll deserves someone amazing. someone who could handle his life if he became duke, and you're scared you'll let him down.
when you tell him 'it'll pass' he is hurt, and leaves the conversation for a moment. you think perhaps it is for the best. you don't need this to cause any more pain.
but later he comes to find you and asks if he can have a private moment. you find out he wasn't hiding from you but preparing: he has a little intimate picnic set up where you can sit and be alone.
when you're comfortable he tells you about how deep his love is, how fate has thrown you together.
"there is nothing about how i feel about you that could pass. nothing."
to prove his point, he slips to his knee, and that is when he proposes.
you're overcome with emotion. you have to accept how committed to you he is, and work out if you deserve something as fierce as his love.
there are tears in your eyes when you accept. you never think his love will pass again.
Karlach
probably the hardest one to say this too. together, your future is so uncertain. it will be easier to break it off here rather than maim both of you.
gets angry. in fact, goes into a rage. tears up the surroundings, and for a moment you're taken aback--
but then she turns and she's sobbing, stuck at the midpoint between being apoplectic and brokenhearted.
"you don't get to decide that for me! you don't! you're the first person i've loved... I've touched... I've felt anything for, for a fucking decade! when i feel this, it doesn't fade! how dare you think about yourself like that? as if you're some sort of phase?"
eventually she calms down enough but bursts into tears instead. you go to hold her and she embraces you so tightly that the wind is knocked from your body.
"i love you. i won't leave you. don't leave me." her voice is tiny.
how could you ever say no? how could you ever doubt her?
when the two of you are in Avernus, you're reminded of this moment, and so glad she fought against it. you'd trade this away for nothing.
Lae'zel
would she want someone like you? long term? she's so brave, so fierce. what if you're not good enough? what if your relationship develops only for you to let her down?
she gets angry too, but quieter.
is furious that you would question her affection.
"githyanki do not give their devotion lightly. the fact that you think my love for you could pass makes me wonder how well you know me."
it turns into an argument where you try and explain your side, and she's angry at you for thinking this way.
eventually it descends into angrily making out. some fierce lovemaking. her saying how much she loves you, possesses you, between every bite and kiss.
you lie in the afterglow. she says she will not leave, and pretty much tells you that you won't either. you agree, and tangle your hand with hers.
Shadowheart
tries to hide how hurt she is.
yes, Shar is the lady of loss, but the idea of losing you... of not having you in her life? unthinkable.
you only tried to tell her it will pass so that, if she wishes to become a dark justiciar, she will have no lingering attachment to you after.
and yet...
it is blasphemy for her, but she refuses to let you go.
"no. i won't allow it. i can't believe this will fade between us. you are the most precious thing to me. stay."
you're weak for her, end up tumbling into bed, reconfirming your love for each other.
you never quite believe that this is forever until she changes her hair, embraces selune. then your heart is full of joy. and it is full of Shadowheart.
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