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meiluu · 2 years ago

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Sleepy

Leon S. Kennedy NSFW one-shot

Leon S. Kennedy / Reader(AFAB) cw: soft morning SMUT 18+ MDNI, re:2 leon, no RC event.

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Quietly closing the door behind him, Leon breathes a sigh of relief. It was another late night patrol with the R.P.D, even though Leon was exhausted he would never grow tired of his job. Since he was orphaned at a young age he dreamed about becoming someone who could protect those who couldn't protect themselves, and he was able to do that with his job. Although he had only joined the force a year ago he has made his impact not only that but has made many friends along the way. And that included you.

Leon was still within his first week when he met you, cliché enough you both had bumped into one another. Leon had stupidly not been paying attention and had spilt his morning coffee all over you. And thankfully you hadn't beaten him for ruining what looked like a beautiful sun-dress. But Leon just couldn't let you walk away without repaying you, so that's when he had offered to get lunch sometime and by a miracle you accepted. And from there a relationship blossomed. You had become a rock, a pillar of reliability and comfort, something Leon had never had within his life. And now a year later your relationship has bloomed into a beautiful garden.

Gently taking off his boots, setting them aside next to your shoes he makes his way into the living room as he lays down his bag along with his belt and the rest of his gear. Then he's making his way to your shared bedroom. Leon's heart swells at the sight of you bundled up in the thick comforter, face snuggled into his pillow. A soft smile painting his face, stealthily Leon showers and readies himself for bed- happy that he's off for tomorrow and can sleep in with you. Reaching the bed, he pulls up the comforter cuddling himself around you. A sleepy sound leaves your lips, "Leon?" voice thick with sleep you turn towards his chest. "Hi baby, go back to sleep." whispering to you as he pulls you closer to him, relishing in your warmth. A soft 'I love you' is mumbled into his chest before you fall back asleep, "I love you too." placing a kiss atop your head Leon buries himself in your scent and is soon pulled under into a dreamless sleep.

The morning rays of the sun stream into the bedroom, a groan leaves Leon at being awakened. Turning away from the window he snuggles himself further into your chest. But before he can fall back asleep your voice is ringing through his mind. "Good morning grumpy." Leon lets out a grunt at your teasing, a soft laugh bubbles up from your chest at his antics. Hoping to better his mood you begin to place kisses upon his face. Starting at his messy bed head you trail your way down his face, past his furrowed brows, placing a light kiss atop his nose as you continue downwards not so subtly avoiding his pink lips that are just begging to be kissed. Voice a bit husky with sleep calls out your name, "Don't tease- it's too early." With a cheeky smile you continue your teasing, now your kisses have past his sharp jawline and are now mapping out the delicate skin of his neck. A familiar sound of pleasure tumbles from Leon's lips and not a moment later are you rolled onto your back, hands pinned beside your head. Leon has a smug smile painted upon his face, "You should know better baby, if you're not careful we’ll be in bed all day." A mischievous smile tugs at your cheeks, raising a brow "would that be such a bad thing?" Leon's lovely laugh fills the air around you both, and you can't help the genuine smile that takes up your face. Leaning down Leon finally gets what he has been deprived of, the feel of your lips against his has him shutting his eyes in relief.

It starts off slow and measured, Leon removes his hands from your wrists as he begins to caress your curves as he travels down to the hem of your-his- shirt. his warm and slightly calloused hands mapping out every inch of you. Mouths locked in a dance, taking the lead you nip at his plump bottom lip, and Leon gives into your request allowing your tongues to meet one another. Your hands are quick to crawl up his bare shoulders rising to his blond locks, carding your fingers through the soft strands. Taking your dance further, Leon's moving his lips down to your neck placing open mouth kisses upon your skin- relishing in your natural scent that does nothing to curb his want for you. With his mouth littering kisses his hands are massaging the swells of your breasts, your whimpers of pleasure reaches Leon's ears. Reaching the collar of your- his-shirt he takes a moment to look up at you, giving you the opportunity to stop this if you didn't want to go further. And Leon is met with your lust filled gaze, "Please, Leon." and that's all it takes for Leon to quickly remove the offending fabric from you body, finally Leon can now continue where he left off.

Mouth marking your skin, creating a beautiful constellation of hickeys across your skin. Then he's pulling the hard bud of your right breast into his warm mouth. Tongue swirling around the bud, a moan is quick to fall from your lips as your fingers tug on Leon's hair, eliciting a groan from him, mind and body buzzing with pleasure. After he's satisfied in his worship of your right breast he is moving onto the other breast- not wanting to leave it out of his loving devotion to your body. Giving it the same treatment as the other, with every swirl and flick of his tongue sending jolts of arousal to your core- no doubt dampening your panties. Once he finishes Leon is soon to move downwards, mouth lighting a fiery trail of pleasure down your stomach- past your navel, only stopping at the hem of your panties. His fingers are quick to remove the fabric just as fast as the shirt- eyes blown wide in a mix of lust and adoration his gaze locks with yours. Once again silently asking if he can continue, "Leon if you don't fuck me- I'll do it myself." voice filled with lust and frustration. "Yes ma'am." who was he to deny you? Whenever you asked-begged or made so much as an inkling that you wanted something Leon was quick to fill that, the same way you did for him. He was so in love you, and he planned on making sure you remembered that- always, even with the late night patrols or having to reschedule plans with his job he always made every moment with you count and this was no exception.

Raising his head level with yours, he's taking one of his hands dragging it down to your center. Fingers meeting your arousal, a throaty groan leaves Leon at the feeling, you were so wet for him. Slipping two fingers into you easily, your warm walls are quick to clamp down upon him. Pushing in until his fingers were completely within you, does he then finally start his movements. Deep but measured thrusts of his fingers in and out of your cunt has your whimpering in ecstasy. Taking his other hand, bringing it down to your bundle of nerves, putting just the right amount of pressure and swirling your clit underneath his fore and middle finger. Your moans are a beautiful melody that he'll never grow tired of listening to. Your cunt is soon to grip his fingers in a vice like grip, as you near your impending climax. "Fuck- cum on my fingers, please baby." Leon's voice is a needy whimper filled with lust and its sending you off that cliff straight into your orgasm. As your mind blanks with your orgasm, you are soon brought back down to earth as Leon's cooing words of encouragement and love begin to register within your mind.

"So good, that's it baby." Gently removing his fingers from your cunt he is bringing his wet digits up to mouth, letting himself taste the unmistakable flavor that is you. Leon is quick to remove his clothing- luckily it was only one piece of fabric, throwing his underwear to the side his cock now free. A sigh of relief falls from his pink lips, cock hard and aching to be within you. Precum has already smeared the tip of him no doubt leaving a wet patch upon his clothing- but Leon couldn't care less about that right now. Bringing his length to your core, taking a moment to grind his length into your arousal, wetting his cock. Though he is quick to push himself into you, taking steady breaths so that his doesn't cum too quickly. He lets his cock sink into you until he is flushed against you. Fuck, he will never get tired of this feeling- your inviting cunt hugging him, warm and wet just for him and only him.

Pulling his hips back, feeling his cock drag against your walls, stopping only when his tip is left within you does he then sink back into you. Deep and rhythmic thrusts, not slow but not fast either. Your arms are wrapping around his neck while your legs cage in his hips, encouraging him to go deeper- to go harder. A soft cry of his name has Leon's eyes leaving where they were watching himself disappear within you up to your eyes. Obeying your silent begging, Leon quickly brings his hands down your thighs raising your left thigh to rest against his chest- allowing him to reach deeper within you. His other hand gripping hard onto your right side, giving him the perfect leverage to fuck you into the bed. In and out, his harsh and deep thrusts has your head falling back into the pillow as your back arches up into Leon's chest. His mind-numbing sounds of pleasure has your cunt clenching down hard upon him- trying to keep him within you, never wanting him to leave. Taking his eyes away from the hypnotizing sight of your cunt taking all of him to the hilt every time he thrusts, rising to your face again he nearly cums at the sight before him. Your face is etched in pleasure, mouth open allowing for your sweet sounds to fall from your lips. And then you are throwing Leon right to the edge as you bring one of your hands down to swirl your clit as you near an earthshattering high. A curse accompanied with your name is cried out, as Leon feels your cunt rhythmically begin to quiver and squeeze around his cock. Leon's grip upon you tightens, undoubtedly leaving bruises for you to find later as he feels white hot pleasure roll down his back as his body tightens before he feels himself cuming within you. Pushing as far into you as possible grinding his length as he paints your inner walls with his cum.

Slowly his grinding comes to a stop as you both finish riding out your highs, he is gently setting your thigh down against the sheets. And just as Leon goes to remove his now softening cock to clean you both up- you are quick to latch onto him. "Stay- just a bit longer, please."

"Of course." leaving himself within you, his arms wrap around your torso. There he settles himself atop of you, placing feather-light kisses against your neck. "I love you." your lips are placing a kiss upon his temple, "I love you too Leon."

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rinnstars · 6 months ago

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white mercedes!

he’ll always be here when you eventually come back

itoshi rin x reader: toxic dependent rs LOL + on and off rs, inspired by charli’s song, angst(?) but you get back tgt, both pov!, not proofread + likes n reblogs r appreciated! <3

its a cycle - a cycle that rin has grown too fond of, too familiar of, too used to. of course, he knows its unhealthy, not that anyone tells him, its a secret he’ll keep deep in his heart. he tells himself, its just familiarity - the way your face buries in his chest, hands tugging at his shirt for comfort that he swear as makes his heart swell up, the way your name rolls off his tongue so perfectly like it was meant to be, the way you always come back no matter what. its meant to be in its own sick ways, and it gives him a sick feeling that thrums against his heart when you inevitably come back - as if you know you’ll be his no matter what.

he thinks he can forget everything when you ring him up after another bad ending to a date or relationship (he prays to no one in particular for it to end each and every time, cursing them too), when you come back home to his familiar apartment that you know the passcode and have the keys to in your bag at all times, when you melt yourself against him, fitting with him like a puzzle piece. he can forget the way you practically ripped his heart out with your bare hands when you tell him the inevitable words: “lets break up”, he can forget the way he swears the world turns black with puzzle pieces with the way his ears and ringing and his head throbs, he can forget the way you look at him like he’s nothing, like he’s just temporary, a toy to you when you feel a little lonely, when things don’t go your way. he can forget that he’s just temporary comfort in your arms, forget that you don’t love him the way he loves you, forget that you’ll be gone and in love with everyone else but him he swears. he can forget that your lips had touch someone else’s just hours ago, he can forget your hands had lingered and roamed someone else’s before, he can forget that you don’t only look at him with that look in your eye that he wishes to keep in his own museum of memories. he thinks he can forget all the hurt you put him through when youre together - forget the emptiness in his heart when you go to another party, find someone else, and be anywhere else without him that now feels full with your touch that practically feels like a drug to rin., forget the tears that streams down his face and stains his face that your fingers trace so softly as though an apology when you stop texting back, a reflection of you being busy with someone else yet again, forget the sleepless nights wondering where you are now that youre right beside him on his bed.

but deep down, he hopes tonight, you’ll stay a little longer. more than just what he should expect now - more than just warming his bed and his heart and his body, more than just another temporary comfort where you’ll be gone tomorrow morning or night, more than what he knows you’ll ever be able to give him. maybe each and every time he lets you stay - its his confession in his own way, of unsaid “i love yous” that he knows wont be reciprocated by the end of the week, of unsaid wishes of you staying by him for the rest of his life even in this twisted way that he loses more and more hope of every cycle, of unsaid pleadings for you to just stay with him in his world. but he knows too, that by the end of tonight, he’ll drive you to work, and your replies will slow down, and he’ll be left all alone in his apartment by the end of tomorrows night - or even if he’s lucky, he knows its inevitable, a month of loving you and being yours before the house of cards comes crashing down and all he’s left alone are the ashes of you and him: all alone in his room that he can still practically see the ghost of, feel the phantom touches of yours that he swears is imprinted on his body, lying in the gory mess of his guts all thrown up and ripped out of him when you inevitably say your goodbyes. yet, he keeps opening that damn door whenever it rings with that familiar tune, accepting those cursed phone calls that restarts the cycle, giving you his already scratched up and bruised heart for you to make a mess even more. its love - letting you step all over him without a single word and still letting you do it for the rest of his life until one day you’ll grow tired of this comfort (he hopes you never will, its the only thing he can offer after all). its love - letting you stay over and mess up his life, leave him with bruises on his neck and hands with your kisses and bites that he’s always so mesmerised by, as though youre letting it known that he belongs to you (even if he doesn’t because you end up leaving). its love - letting you run away each time and still letting you come back without any hesitation even if logically he should (because the pain is worth the warmth you always give him whenever you come back).

and you don’t want to admit that its love you feel for him - its fear you feel when your heart inevitably only beats a little faster when youre with him, its anxiety you blame it on when your stomach pools with butterflies when youre in his arms, and its guilt you feel when you inevitably run away again. love is overwhelming - being with him is too much, you don’t feel that sensation that practically brings you to that high, not with alcohol, not with partying, not with anyone else. its strange, the first time you feel it with him, and you don’t want to admit that its love - as though its forbidden (everyone with a mind begs you to just stay with him), as though its one-sided (you know it isn’t, you know he loves you too: he tells you and its pain that courses through your whole body), as though it was never meant to be (only because youre too scared to stay).

its not love, you tell yourself, when you inevitably come back to his apartment that you’ve memorised the address and route to from work, from the club, from anyone else’s house you just don’t feel at home with. its not love, you tell yourself too, when you go out with everyone else but him, your heart hurting as though its conveying to you its wrong, its wrong to be with anyone else other than itoshi rin. and its not love, when you spend the night looking at his face that you try to memorise every curve, every line, every bit of it before you inevitably have to leave, when you spend the night awake breathing in his warm and familiar scent that almost lulls you to sleep if not for your dedication, when you spend the night awake loathing the fact youre going to leave the next morning.

deep down, you know you can stay - its what rin wants underneath all the walls he’s built sky high that he lets collapse when youre with him, its what rin wants when he lets you in each and every single time no matter what time it is, when he lets his fingers and gaze linger a little too long for it to be deniable anymore. and you should - he always has your favourite snack stacked up almost as if trying to appeal to you even though he follows a strict diet for his career, always have your shirts and pants all neatly folded in the closet when you come back, always have your side of the bed neatly arranged, your figure practically already imprinted on it.

and its fear that grips at your heart when it just feels so right. you know you’ll mess it up, not that you haven’t millions of time when you already have him at the palm of your hand. you know youre no good, the first break up was a clear reflection - in your mind, its bloody, gory and messy, the hearts of you and him strewn onto the grown, soaked with tears and black blood that still paints your memories. yet, you two keep finding each other, as though magnetised by some sort of twisted fate that wont let him escape your sick love. you end up always at his place anyways - after a bad breakup with some nobody whos face is blurry and hazy in your mind as you look at rin’s, after a night out that leaves you throwing up your bloody black and red guts into his toilet as he rubs your back so gently, a complete contrast to the way youre violently throwing up, after another date that sees through your disinterest and leaves you right in the rain that rin somehow fights through with an umbrella to shield you from the rain and maybe from the world too, your hands holding his shakily as though hes the one who will inevitably disappear on you.

but today, it just seems so different - his touch on you feels fleeting, as if hes already ready to let go, his eyes seems a little more watery than usual as though hes only counting down to your eventual farewell, his familiar bracelets that matches with you nowhere to be tugged at when you intertwine your hands with his as though you two are no longer together. you think it just might be over - its inevitable, of course hes sick of this stupid cycle you cant help but continue each and every time to feel safe and secure, of course hes lost feelings now that hes seen the real you, of course hes tired of you who has done thing but leave after youve gotten your way. and you want to say its alright: because youve never loved him the way he should, because you cant be what he wants, because its not love you were made for. and yet, youre selfish, god you know you are: when you come back each and everytime and melt into rin’s arm thst is deserving of so much more, when you leave even when you see the tear stains on his face and shaky voice memos he leaves you wishing you to be nothing but safe, when you repeat the cycle.

“rin… y-youll always be here right?” you hate how your voice shakes, your feelings unintentionally boiling and spilling over more than it should ever, you hate how vulnerable you sound whenever youre with him because deep down you feel safe and yourself with him that you dont with anyone else, you hate how youre asking for confirmation from him, because you know he’ll say the same thing each and every time.

“of course.” and rin hates how he will never change the answer to the inevitable question because he loves you and always will, hates how he can never leave this twisted grip that feels like thorns in him whenever he holds you that pricks at his heart and lungs, hates how he feels you might be slipping away from him with the way you hesitate yet again, restarting the cycle that he loathes and wish nothing but to leave on some days.

“… rin. let me stay, more than just tonight.”

you know its selfish, to trap him in the twisted thorns of your love, to keep him withh you away from the rest of the world, to make it official only to end it again inevitably when you yourself get terrified of the same thorns that claw at you the same way it claws at rin that he never minded. its selfish to promise to stay, to be his soulmate again, to be his again at all when you know deep down youll leave - simply because you feel him leaving, because you feel hes getting tired of it, because you know he deserves better.

and yet, you dont miss the way rin’s eyes seem to light up from its earlier dull look that pains you from the thought of him crying over you, dont miss the way he unconsciously tugs at your shirt, clinging closer to you with the reassurance, dont miss the way he lets out a breath that he has held this whole time. and you know deep down, he’ll always let you stay: even when you leave again, even when you dont stay, even you keep breaking his heart. and in a twisted way, you love it: because it means he loves you too even if you cant bear to tell or show it in fear, because means that he wont get tired of you to be the one who leaves, because it means youll always have him forever one day when you put your fear aside and embrace him the same way you do now.

and rin doesnt miss the way your voice seems so afraid and shaky when you ask of him as though youll ever be afraid of him saying no, doesnt miss the way your eyes too light up even with those dark eyes circle that he wishes to fix when he takes you back in again, doesnt miss the way you bury your face in his chest either when he says yes to you being his again. and he loves it: because it means you love him too even if you keep running away for god knows why, because it means one day youll stay forever in his embrace, because it means youll deep down never be sick of him with the way you always come back into his arms.

maybe youll go back on your promise, maybe you wont - but for tonight: youre rins, and rins all yours.

#itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #rin.<3 #itoshi rin angst #blue lock angst #wrote this in the train and in a restaurant im so unemployed actlly LOLLLLL #but at least im getting back into writing again aft what happened last week…#need a rin bc i lowk am too scared of relationsips too sorryg #lowk projecting but! yk!

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agirlattea · 2 months ago

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ここに、心繋ぐ魔法を・ Here, magic connecting our hearts

Nero 5th Anniversary SSR

Card Story: An umbrella for the never-ending rain

Chapter 1:

(Location: Central Kingdom, Magic Manor- Courtyard , Daytime)

Akira: Oh, Nero! Is now a good time?

Nero: Oh, Ms. Sage. What’s up?

Akira: Actually, I have a favor to ask you. Would you be willing to do another interview? Now that I’ve spent some time in this world and gotten to know everyone better, I wanted to speak with everyone again and update the Sage’s Journal.

Nero: You’re as serious as ever, huh? I might not have anything too exciting to tell ya, but if you’re okay with that…

Riquet: Nero! It’s terrible!

Nero: Riquet?

Akira: What’s wrong? You look so panicked…

Riquet: Mitile and I were making pancakes and the batter just kept expanding and expanding until the pan was overflowing… at this rate we are going to drown in pancakes!

Akira: What…!

Nero: Did ya use the powder in the back right cupboard by any chance? The one in the red paper bag?

Riquet: We did… was it not regular flower?

Nero: That’s Puffnut Powder*. When ya mix it with eggs, it’ll expand basically infinitely. If ya add water from a stream that’s been exposed to sunlight it’ll stop though…

Mitile: Riqueeet! It still isn’t stop- woah?!

Akira: Oh no! Nero, Riquet, I’ll help too!

Nero: Sorry, but can I count you two? I need ya to hurry and get water from the river in the forest!

Akira and Riquet: On it!

(Location: Central Kingdom, Magic Manor- Dining Hall , Daytime)

Akira: Sigh, what a relief… we were able to stop it somehow…

Nero: It was a close one… a little while longer and we’d’ve lost the kitchen to pancakes…

Faust: Ah, there you are! Nero, and the Sage too. Would you lend me a hand? Shino and Heath started arguing and they’ve gotten out of control.

Akira: Oh dear…

Nero: Aren’t those two regularly going at it? Isn’t it fine to just let them get it outta their systems?

Faust: No… it started over something small, but neither of them are willing to back down so things are slowly getting more serious. I don’t want this to get more complicated and end up affecting class tomorrow.

Nero: Got it, got it. They really are childhood friends, aren’t they…

Akira: Ahaha, I’ve heard that the more you fight with someone the closer you are to them.

Faust and I follow after the still-grumbling Nero.

Akira: (Everyone relies on Nero, calling out to him, and Nero always responds like it’s natural. Back when we all first got here, he was so reluctant to move into the Manor… I’m kind of happy to see him like this now.)

Chapter 2:

(Location: Central Kingdom, Magic Manor- Hallway, Afternoon)

Nero: I’m beat… pretty hard to calm things when they’re both so stubborn. Sorry, Ms. Sage, I’ve been pretty much dragging ya around all day.

Akira: No, not at all! It looks like things have calmed down, but even if we were to talk now…

Bradley: Hey, Nero!

Nero: What do ya want!? Save it for later!

Bradley: Huh? What’re ya even so mad about? Whatever, this is the example I was tellin ya about earlier. I’ve got a great idea, lemme hear yer thoughts on it.

Nero: Idiot! Right in front of the Sage?!

Akira: Is this something private? Umm, should I cover my ears?

Nero: Ya don’t have to do that! Brad, I’m busy right now. I’ll head to yer room later, so just wait.

Nero pushed Bradley’s back like he was kicking him out, and Bradley reluctantly left, despite his complaints.

Nero: Sigh… sorry, Ms. Sage.

Akira: Don't worry about it. In any case, I’m impressed.

Nero: Impressed?

Akira: Everyone relies on you… that’s how much you’re trusted, Nero.

Nero: Trust, huh…?

Akira: (…oh…)

Seeing Nero’s bitter smile, I suddenly remembered what he told me long ago. The last time I interviewed him, he closed his eyes and warned me: “Please don’t trust me”.

Akira: … Umm… just now… I didn’t mean it like that…

While I stammered, Nero tilted his head. He understood what I meant immediately, laughing softly.

Nero: I told ya before, didn’t I? “Please don’t trust me.” But, how should I say it… a lot’s changed since then. We shouldn’t stand around talking, would ya like to head to my room for now?

(Location: Central Country, Magic Manor- Nero’s Room, Evening)

Nero: Here ya go. Careful not to eat too much before dinner.

Nero stood next to the chair I sat on, offering me cold tea and a small plate of light snacks; each one of them something I once praised him for, telling him it was delicious.

Akira: Thank you, I’ll savor them.** … and… about what we were talking about earlier…

Nero: Oh, right.

I heard ice clinking as he leaned on the kitchen table, swirling his own glass of tea.

Nero: …I’m a cowardly, heartless, irresponsible guy. I’m always happy to be relied on, but I can’t ever give anything back to the guys who do. That’s why, though the root of the problem won’t ever change… right now, I’d feel a bit lonely if you guys didn’t trust me.

Akira: Nero…

Chapter 2:

(Location: Central Country, Magic Manor- Nero’s Room, Evening)

Nero: Just joking.

He scratched the back of his head, shrugging embarrassedly.

Nero: …Before I knew it, I guess I got used to “Nero,” and being called “Nero” every once in a while. Every time you guys call for me, I feel like I have to respond properly.

Nero’s voice was calm as he spoke; the corners of his mouth even rose in a smile. But I could see a faint shadow looming over every part of his face.

Peering up at the open sky, it seemed he was the only one soaked by the guilty rain pouring down from it.

Akira: …You said someday you might betray us all. You still feel that way?

Nero: Haha, more or less. You catch on pretty well, Ms. Sage.

Akira: …When you told me last time, I wrote it down in the Sage’s Journal.

Nero: Did you? I’m still unsure about it, sorry about that.

His kind face, still damp from the rain, smiled a little sadly.

Akira: Not at all…

I clasped my hands in my lap, something like Nero’s loneliness crouched inside me.

Akira: …As I’ve gotten to know you all little by little after coming to this world, I’ve grown to like you all. That’s why I try to face the things that happen every day; so I can be trusted by everyone not just as a Sage, but as Akira. But I’m still inexperienced and there are so many things that don’t go well… that’s when I get worried. Am I living up to the trust everyone places in me? Am I worrying*** them…? That’s why, even though they’re different, I think I can understand your feelings somewhat.

I wanted to hold out an umbrella for him, so I picked up the words, repeating them one by one as Nero listened quietly.

Nero: You’re not making us nervous or anything. You always respond as best you can, so much so that it makes people want to give ya a break… you’re definitely a kind person.

Akira: That… I want to be closer to you, even if just a little. After all, we’re friends.

Nero’s eyes widened for a moment, then slowly narrowed as slowly as the setting sun.

Nero: …Right.

Rays of sunset shone gently through the window, caressing his hair. The day’s**** sunset glowed with soft colors.

Nero: Speaking of which… are you recording this in the Sage’s Journal?

Akira: Yes, I was planning to…

Nero: What… that’s kinda embarrassing though…

Akira: Ahaha, then should we keep it a secret between the two of us?

Nero: Yeah, I’d appreciate that.

Even if that rain never stops pouring, we can still stay together.

Our eyes met, and we laughed secretly together.

Card Episode: What I can say to you now.

(Location: Central Country, Magic Manor- Kitchen, Morning)

Nero: Here, Ms. Sage, I made Temari Sushi.

Akira: That you very much. Wow, what cute decorations…! The vegetable slices are flower shaped and the colors are so beautiful!

Nero: I tried making it more like a salad using vegetables and beans so it can be eaten lightly. I tried lots of ingredient variations too, like chopping up herbs and mixing them.

Akira: It looks stylish and delicious, and the smell is making me hungrier. Nero, you’re really good at arranging food!

Nero: Thanks, I’ve gotten pretty used to cooking food from your world. It’s getting more and more interesting to add my own touches to things.

Akira: I’m really happy to hear you say that, but all the Japanese food you’ve made so far has been great, since your very first try. The first time, I could hardly believe it was foreign cuisine!

Nero: I’m surprised to hear that, since I didn’t know what the correct dish was supposed to be like. There were tons of ingredients, seasonings, and cooking methods I’d never heard of before. I actually found it pretty relaxing and ended up testing prototypes until morning.

Akira: Really…?! Even someone as skilled as Nero had to stay up all night practicing…

Nero: Yeah, I was doing it secretly ‘cuz I was embarrassed that anyone would find out I was trying so hard… keep quiet about that to everyone else, okay?

Translator’s Note:

*Literally ふ��くらナッツパウダー

ふっくら(Plump/Fluffy/Puffy) + ナッツ(nut) + パウダー (powder), I chose Puffnut because the powder puffed up when mixed with eggs.

**セーブしつついただきますね。

セーブ should be a cognate of save, but I extrapolated it to “savor” to make the meaning work since I’m a little confused and couldn’t find much online about it.

An alternative explanation I did find said that セーブcould refer to moderation or cutting down on something, so Akira could’ve been saying something like “I’ll eat in moderation” in response to Nero’s “don’t eat too much before dinner”, but I’m not sure.

If anyone has an answer, I’d appreciate it!

***Idk if I expressed this correctly but rather than worrying about her, it's supposed to be her worrying them by being unreliable. Akira’s stressed about whether or not people feel uneasy about her leading as the Sage. The kanji is 不安.

****Technically “Today’s sunset,” but I didn’t know how to make that work in the past tense.

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years ago

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GOTG Rocket x Reader 🍋 - Heatwaves

Summary: Long from home, the ship's air conditioner breaks, resulting in hallucination-inducing heat. Your obvious crush on Rocket doesn't make things any better.

Warnings: Inspired by a series of TMNT fics I did a while back, sexual innuendo, dirty talk, degradation, praise, illness from excessive heat, daydreaming/hallucinating, suggestive situations, sexual tension, judgment impaired by arousal, fem!reader, non specified species!reader, humanoid/anthro!reader, takes place between vol. 2 and infinity war

You were so dizzy, melting into the sofa, sprawled out with no regard for anyone else's comfort. Your head rested against Mantis's leg, while your legs invaded Drax's bubble, not that he minded. His people didn't really understand the concepts of personal space anyhow. You were all in this boat though, Gamora splayed out on the floor as it was the coolest surface in the ship. With this heat, all there was to do to bear it was strip down to the littlest clothing possible before becoming indecent and napping to make the time pass quicker.

"C'mon, you guys, cheer up," Peter forced a cheerful tone from the cockpit. "Rocket said he should be finished with the repairs on the AC tomorrow."

"Thank God," you groaned, pinching the fabric of your tanktop to unstick it from your chest. "I can't take this shit anymore."

"Yeah, I'm so sweaty, it feels like I showered in my clothes." Mantis agreed from above you, doing the same and wiggling all over to have her shirt sit right.

"But you didn't," Drax gave her a lead-poisoned stare. "I have been watching you for hours and you haven't moved, let alone gone to shower." The empath's head very slowly turned towards him, her glare and pursed lips screaming that she was done with his nonsense.

"Ya know," the captain called again. "If you're hot, just think how Rocket feels. It's probably way hotter down there in the boiler, plus he's covered in fur."

"I am Groot." The sapling said, raising his head off Gamora's chest as she nodded, agreeing with him.

"I don't care that fur is like insulation, if you're hot, he's hot. And I don't see any of you trying to help him, so stop whining." Peter's light reprimand, admittedly had pulled on your heartstrings a bit. It was awfully nice of Rocket to fix the AC all by himself, even if he was the only one with the know-how to do it.

"He's right," you sighed, begrudgingly tearing yourself off the sofa, your exposed skin having stuck to it. Finally separated from the mound of leather and flesh, you stumbled over to the kitchenette and threw open the fridge before grabbing a few bottles of water. "Rocket might need some help, I'll go check on him."

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You had never been in this part of the ship before, slinking through halls and around protruding pipes and fixtures. It was much hotter down here, closer to the water heating systems. You had to halt for a moment, pressing your hand to the wall for stability as you hunched a bit. If you were already feeling faint, you couldn't imagine how Rocket was feeling. For all you knew, he could have passed out and nobody would have known.

Suddenly you began to make out a distant, distorted racket that echoed and reverberated against every surface. It sounded almost...melodic? Following as it became louder, it led you to a warm light that streamed out from beyond a closed door. You halted for a moment, now being able to separate the noise, which you now recognized as a voice, singing lazily. Rocket never sang in front of people and you almost felt perverted as you listened to his rendition of Silver's 'Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang'. "Now that it's said and we both understand," he softly crooned, voice carrying to far reaches. "Let's say our goodbyes before it gets out of hand."

Inhaling sharply, you finally found it in you to grip the door handle and let yourself in. Orange light flooded out of the small room and the music became as clear as it was going to get, loud enough to conceal the sound of the door opening. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

Everyone had always been able to tell you were sweet on Rocket, and you'd never done much to hide the fact but seeing him now, bathed in marigold neon, laid flat on his back up underneath a large fixture...shirtless- it was too much for you. His fur was slicked against his chest from sweat and his jumpsuit was tied loosely on his hips, revealing much more of him than you ever could have been prepared to see. Adding to that his admittedly lovely, gruff singing voice, the scene was a recipe for an upset tummy.

Deciding you couldn't handle this, you silently tried to back out of the room, eyes trained on him like a deer in headlights. You may have gotten away with it, had one of the water bottles not fallen from the crook of your elbow, alerting him to your presence. Instantly, he rolled out from under the machine, set down his tools, and sat up, staring at you. "(Y/N), what are you doing down here?"

Now that you could see his face, you were in even worse shape. The white stripes on his cheeks were smeared with grease, whiskers crumpled, and fur unkempt. He looked incredibly rugged- more so than usual. "Hello? Knowwhere to (Y/N)?" he croaked again and waved a hand in front of him, voice hoarse from unrestricted use. "You okay?"

At last, you shook out of your trance, flustered to hell and back, and eagerly swooped down to grab the bottle. "Y-Yeah, I'm great! You're just really hot!" Rocket stared at you for a second, waiting for you to correct yourself before owning the compliment and mocking you for it. Obviously, you didn't take the hint, so that was his cue.

"Well thanks, dollface," he smirked, standing up and sauntering over to the doorway, taking the dropped bottle from you before popping off the cap and chugging it. About halfway through, he stopped with a deep, relieved sigh. "I always thought I was pretty hot but it's still nice to hear it from someone else." That's when your stomach dropped, realizing what you'd said. Time to backtrack.

"Oh my God, no!" you gasped, once again dropping what you were holding to slap your hands to your face. "I don't think you're hot!" Rocket looked at you quizzically, hand on hip. "I-I mean I do think you're attractive, b-but not in a weird way! More like a friend way!"

"Uh-huh," he teased, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. "Friend attraction's the best kind, ya know? And don't sweat it, Quill says I'm hot all the time."

"Rocket, please..." you finally gave in, physically crumbling. "I meant like- you're probably getting hot down here and I wanted to bring you something to drink."

"I know, dollface, I'm just yankin' your chain." he laughed, pushing off the wall and walking back farther into the room to sit on a bucket. "I needed a break anyway, thanks princess."

"Princess...?"

"What?"

"N-Nothing!" You finally let out a sigh of relief, following a bit closer and sitting on the floor. "So how's it coming?" you asked, uncapping your own bottle after passing him the last one.

"Well, I've identified the problem, but I don't got the right parts to fix it. Good news is, I think I was able to work up a temporary replacement that should at least get us back to Knowwhere. I know if we can just get home, I can get a brand new part for cheap-" You weren't sure when, but at some point, you'd stopped listening, mind and eyes wandering.

" Ah, fuck, (Y/N), easy! Yeah, j-just like that, keep movin' just like that for me princess..."

"Are you even listening?" Rocket's annoyed tone brought you out of your daydream. You must have zoned out without realizing it, how embarrassing. "Jeez, you're hopeless, ya know that?" He chided, standing up and grabbing a rag to wipe his hands on.

"Sorry..." you slumped shamefully before trailing him as he got back into position. "H-Hey, is there anything I can do to help you out?"

"Hmm," he paused, laying back down on the creeper, ready to roll back under the unit. "I guess you can keep me company, hand me tools," he proposed, disappearing under the machine. Suddenly his voice dropped an octave, words echoed against metallic surfaces that made you freeze. "I know my girl is very good with my tools."

You squeaked at his sudden turn in demeanor, falling on your behind and scrambling away from him. "W-What?!"

Rocket rolled back out, propping up on an elbow, eyeing you with concern. "What, what'd I say?" he asked frantically. "What's up with you?"

"Y-You said-" you stammered, not even comfortable with repeating what you heard. "Y-You said...I'm g-good with your tools!"

He looked at you like you were the biggest moron he'd ever met. "Well, yeah?" he chastised. "You help me in my shop all the time, so I know you know which ones are which. You're good at knowing which ones to hand me." Your chest heaved as he once again returned to his position, reaching his hand out. His small fingers curled, a sign for you to hand something over. "Gimme that ratchet." Quickly, you placed it in his hand, before clicking open the socket set.

"What size socket?"

"Twelve millimeter." He answered, settling the tool on his stomach to use both hands for whatever he was doing. Scanning the set, you plucked out the shallow twelve millimeter piece and set it on his chest, waiting for him to grab it. He did and growled in dismay, giving it back.

"No, princess," he corrected, gasping through clenched teeth. "Need it deep."

"You...w-what?" you carefully asked, feeling incredibly dizzy and unable to discern truth from hallucination.

"I need the deep twelve millimeter, not the shallow one." Rocket scolded, giving a frustrated sigh as he listened to you scramble for the correct piece, profusely apologizing all the while. Finally, you found the right one, presenting it to him just in time for him to roll out from under the fixture again. "Okay, dollface," he titled his head, worried. "What's your deal?"

"Deal? There's no deal!" you played dumb, laughing nervously, hoping he'd just drop it. "I'm fine, really!"

You went rigid, watching him silently creep closer to you, unsure if this was real or not. Finally, he placed a paw against your cheek and whispered in close: "You're burnin' up, baby."

"Rocket, I don't feel good." you stated abruptly. "I-I think something's wrong with me."

"I'll say," he cooed, dragging his knuckles down the side of your face. "How about you let me change that, hmm?" The world around you began to blur, and all you could make out were his words. You understood that his hands were on you, but you couldn't say where; you couldn't feel it, you couldn't even see clearly. "Yeah, baby just lay down, lemme do all the work." He soothed seductively. "Let daddy take care of you, 'kay, (Y/N)?"

That last word, it was your name, right? He kept repeating it, like a broken record, and suddenly all the gruffness left his voice. You listened as intently as you could, hearing it morph from lustful to monotone, and then increasingly more worried- desperate even. "(Y/N)!" There it was again.

Slowly, as his voice became more clear, the cloudiness in your vision dissipated and your senses began to return. Your cheek burned against hot metal, and you could feel patting on your face. A figure hovered over you, close enough to breathe on you. "Goddamnit, (Y/N), wake up!"

"R-Rocket...?" you stuttered, recognizing the figure. "What's going on...?"

"Nevermind that," he hushed. "Lay back down," Suddenly, he turned away from you, yelling out the door, presumably to the oncoming footsteps stampeding down the hall. "In here!" Your eyelids began to get heavy as the world began to fall away again. The last thing you remember was being lifted into the air by a second, hulking figure, then nothing.

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You awoke in your bunk, arctic air breezing by your face. What had happened, how did you get here? Where was Rocket? Your fingers twitched, sore from lack of use and the tips of them caught the sensation of something foreign. Multiple fibers connected to one source, soft in mass but wirey when you singled one out. Letting your hand travel up the organism, you froze, realizing you'd answered one of your questions. Glancing down, you found Rocket, curled in a ball at your side. That was odd, you did share a room, but Rocket never slept in your bunk.

Your movements must have roused him as he stirred under your touch, slowly unfurling himself and stretching out. "You're up," he noted, smiling a bit. "You'll be happy to know the AC is fixed."

Now that you took notice of it, the room was cooler, cold even. "Wow," you yawned, smiling back sleepily. "How long was I out for?"

"About eight hours," he copied, yawning as a reaction to seeing you do the same. You halted a moment, confused.

"Wait, I thought you said it'd take you another day to fix it?" you rubbed sleep from your eye waiting for his explaination.

"Nothin' an all nighter couldn't fix." He laughed exhaustedly, curling back up into your side. You'd usually question his sudden cuddliness, but it made your bed that much cozier. "Honestly, your little heatstroke..." his voice softened a bit. "It scared me a little. I was worried about ya."

"Heatstroke..." you repeated. "That makes so much sense," At least now you had an explanation for all those hallucinations from earlier. Though you were glad to be well again, Rocket's attention was nice, even if it was all in your head. "That explains me hearing and seeing things that weren't there down in the boiler. Sorry for acting so weird.." you confessed sheepishly.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled cockily, eyes peacefully resting. "We'll definitely be having a lengthy, private conversation about all that after I catch up on some sleep." Your stomach dropped at that, imagining all the terrible outcomes that could result from said conversation. "And for the record, dollface, I do think you're very good at handling my tools, ya know," he smirked, nuzzling your ear. "When you follow directions."

Your stomach did flips as your head began to feel heavy again. "I-I must still be hallucinating...I swear I just heard you say-"

"Did I fuckin' stutter?"

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heymeowmao · 2 months ago

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2024.12.21 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321325114086412386568

C: Will you reimburse? LYN: What do you want reimbursement for? You’re making dumplings and you want me to reimburse you for the ingredients? Is chasing stars like a job now? One that covers its employee’s meals? Should I distribute you two jugs of soybean oil so that you can make dumplings at home?? C: If you were my boss, then my boss wouldn’t have to struggle trying to find me. LYN: What’s a little girl like you thinking about all day at work?? You have your eyes set on your boss? What a kid. Let me contact your team manager and tell them to tell your boss to watch out.

- restarting the sound card bc there’s a prob with it LYN: Looks like I just have to stream more often to that my equipment keep up to date

- asks his new fans to report by which avenue they came to like him, so that he can thank those sources.

- the laughtrack wasn’t working, but fixed it! C: There’s no soul without the laughtrack! LYN: The soul is back! We got it!! I always see comments, “Why is LYN’s stream so tacky? He presses his own laughtrack, how awkward is that?!” It’s like this- maybe you mostly eat simple things, so when something luxurious is presented to you, you don’t know what to do with yourself. You’re just not used to it. Maybe after a few more tries, you’ll come to like it. // You can’t call someone tacky because they like something you don’t. LYN: But we’re professional. This is like a variety show- I’m sure you watch them- there are all sorts of special/sound effects and captions. C: There’s static/white noise in the laughtrack. LYN: /listens to it/ Your requirements are too high.

C: Your appearance has changed. What’s up with that? LYN: You can’t be suspecting that I’ve gotten cosmetic surgery, can you? Do you think I’ve gotten better looking or uglier? /sigh/ I’ve been planning it, but I never have the time. I’m very busy. Even if I did have cosmetic surgery, I wouldn’t have recovery time. Especially at the end of the year? There’s just too much to do. I can’t have surgery. C: Don’t get cosmetic surgery or you'll be cursed at! LYN: Why do we need to care about the opinions of others? You know yourself best. In this industry you have to remember one thing: looks/visuals are right. It doesn’t matter if a person’s head is empty, as long as they have visuals they can continue to survive in this industry. That’s the truth.

- lost 4lbs in three days (bc he was sick) and is the thinnest he’s been in recent days. But had two instant noodles and will eat dumplings later (all carbs). LYN: I’ll be fat again tomorrow.

C: Ning-ge, your hat is Nick, what about Judy? LYN: /switches hats/ There we go! LYN: I left this hat to the side here, just waiting for someone to ask me that question! / If no one had asked, I would never have gotten to wear this hat. Forcing the change would have been a bit stiff.

C: Will you reimburse for dumplings? [t.n: eat dumplings/tang yuan for dongzhi (dec 21)] LYN: Can you tell me why I should? Everything has a reason, so why should I reimburse you for eating dumplings? There are two possibilities. 1. I owe you. Or, 2. I owed you in a past life. C: Aren’t we one family, though? LYN: Does your mom collect money from you when you eat as a family? For example, we’re a family and I’m your big brother. He’s come home and you’ve wrapped dumplings for him, but ask him to reimburse you. Would he not send you flying into the bed with a kick? // The problem here is that I didn’t even eat any dumplings! So why should I reimburse you for dumplings YOU’VE eaten? If we were all eating together, I’d be happy to pay my share but I didn’t eat anything so why should I reimburse you? Because you’re pretty? Just because you’re pretty, you think you should be able to eat?

C: Ning-ge when you laugh you have eye wrinkles. LYN: /holding back tears/ How hurtful. I was in a good mood and considering reimbursing you for your dumplings but now I’m depressed. I feel like I’m being eliminated by time. But also- I’m very curious- who doesn’t have wrinkles when they laugh?? How much botox would they need to accomplish that? Who doesn’t have wrinkles when they laugh? But actually it’s a simple fix- get some botox. It’s not very expensive, either. For an artist that’s pretty much an everyday expense. But artists really should try not to, so that their muscles retain some vitality. C: Your wrinkles have charmed me into dog shit. LYN: ?? You can say “charmed me into a dog” and that would be cute, but why is there another word tacked onto the end? You don’t need to be so self-deprecating when watching me stream- it’s not that important. It’s not worth it, sis! - understands they were probably trying to make him feel better, but they didn’t have to stoop so low

- dropped by Hengdian to film some things :) (x)

- someone fawning over his “croaking” | LYN: No wonder they say love is blind. Why would you like that??? C: Love is the leaf that blinds the eye*. - [t/n: 一叶障目; “focused on a small detail or part of something that you lose the bigger picture”] LYN: Are you trying to say that yes, I am just basic? Are you trying to say that everyone who likes me is blind?? You only like me because there’s a leaf blocking your sight but if you see me clearly (with both eyes), it’s unbearable??? - Wrong answers only! Love is: 叶公好龙 (pretend to be fond of something while actually fearing it) // 井底之蛙 (a frog at the bottom of a well- thinks the sky is only as big as the well’s mouth. (describes someone who has narrow vision/short-sighted)) LYN: You don't know how to use idioms?? I know I don’t have a very high education but my usage of idioms is not as outrageous as yours!

- CAN dye his hair, but it’s not really looked well upon in this industry to have dyed hair (colors) when attending events/galas/variety shows. If your hair is dyed they’ll spray it with temporary coloring back to black. It’s just not very convenient. [See also: Hello Saturday 2023.06.17]

C: Love is “a frog at the bottom of the well” means that they only have eyes for you. LYN: That makes it sound like I’m keeping you captive. That I won’t let you see the outside world, so that you think that the only bit of sky that you see is the best that there is to offer. That’s no good- I think you should jump out of the well to see the world. If you still think that the well is the best place to be after seeing the world, then that’s what I really want.

C: Ning-ge, can you say this: “Liu Yuning, kneel!” LYN: Wh... what’s up? Are you an anti? What do you want me to kneel for? Do you want a marriage proposal, or do you want me to pray to you? Why do you want me to kneel? How dare you!

- wants people to interact with him/write a comment instead of just watching silently C: I make a comment but you never respond, so I’m sad. LYN: If you buy a lottery ticket but not win, aren’t you sad all the same?? - the comments are just a mood-maker; he wants people to participate and have fun C: I close my eyes and just listen to the stream. LYN: A leaf must be blinding your eyes? Or are they covered by two pieces of cucumber? Are you applying a face mask?

- there’s this phase that’s called a “3-Month Drama Fan” which means from the start to the end of a drama, you become a fan of an actor for three months, then lost interest. So being a fan for longer than a year is amazing. - if you’ve been a fan for 6-7 years (right when he debuted), you have to be careful because around this time is when people get tired/bored and start climbing the wall [t/n: Uh Oh XD I’m still interested, I just don’t have a lot of time.] C: I regret not knowing you sooner. LYN: /gets sentimental but in the “I could have known/interacted with LYN before he was famous” sort of way/ C: When you get sentimental, I get sleepy. LYN: How was I sentimental?? Maybe you’re just sleepy. Go to sleep. It’s 7p. That’s quite early- are you getting up early tomorrow to make it to the early market? Groceries are cheaper, then. - reminisces about walking to the early market with his grandma and eating a bowl of noodles there while she shopped

- promotes things you can do when visiting Dandong! (including going to one of the bathhouses) C: Will you be there? Let’s bathe together. LYN: How can you provoke me all the time like this and expect me to not have wrinkles? My wrinkles are full of helplessness. You, a little girl, are going around the internet just asking strange men to bathe with you in a hot spring?? If your mom found out, wouldn’t she hit you? I’m really curious. // If I talk back it seems like I’m being stingy, but if I don’t talk back it seems like I’m welcome to the idea! C: Aren’t we friends? LYN: Friends can soak in a hot spring together?? I won’t be going, but you go. I don’t like to wash up. C: If you didn’t have the wrinkles I would like you 20% less. LYN: Really? But I just sent a message to my staff to get me an appointment tomorrow for botox for my wrinkles. The bottle’s already prepped and now you’re telling me you’d like me less? In that case, for you, I won’t go. C: You’re going to have a trending topic titled “LYN doesn’t wash up.” - explains he said it that way as a gentle form of rejection. instead of a straight up rejection (“no. go away.”), it is better to make an indirect excuse/shift blame to yourself. just like how people say “sorry, I already have plans.” LYN: I told you that I don’t like to wash up because I was afraid of hurting you with a direct rejection. It’s my problem, not yours. If you like to wash, then you can go. Have a nice soak.

C: I’m allergic to water. LYN: I think I have heard of people with that condition, so. No one in the world is better than anyone else. C: I’m allergic to rice. LYN: ?? Stop with that nonsense. XD C: I’m allergic to money. LYN: Allergic to MONEY??? Oh, you mean the actual bills. Most everything now is an electronic payment, so you’ll be okay. It’s not like you have a reaction when you open your bank account and see money in it. It’s not like you’re allergic to seeing numbers, though. If that were the case, then donate the money to someone who needs it.

C: The comments are blocking your face. LYN: Are you watching on a tablet? You can turn the comments off. But try not to, because there are a lot of people who are typing and interacting with one another. I know that when I go to stop a fight a lot of you are playing mahjong in the comments. LYN: I think many young people nowadays are lonely. So when you’re watching my stream, it’s with other lonely people from across the land and sea. You can share your story with all these other lonely people. This way, you won’t feel as lonley anymore. C: You have a story and I have liquor. Come on. LYN: If you wanted to drink, just do it! Don’t use other people’s story as an excuse!

LYN: Friends. I’m not lying to you; let me tell you the truth. Sometimes I think I should be honest with you, without caring about my artist or celebrity status. Friends, I really need to go. My stomach really hurts, I need to- use the restroom. I kept trying to think of something else but I don’t think I can hold it anymore. My stomach is making noises. So- I need to go. C: OMG, I thought it was a big deal. LYN: It IS a big deal- the most important one in life. [t/n: has to watch his pronunciation because the 事 (matter) and 屎 (shit) are both “shi”] 1:00:00 --- Break #1 C: Are you done eating? [t/n: eat... shit????] LYN: ??? I went to the restroom and you’re asking me if I’m done eating…? What does that mean? Are you asking me if I ate something that made me sick? Or, if I took some medicine? - turns into a rapper (starts rhyming) while telling them “that joke wasn’t funny at all. that was so rude.”

- trending at #19 | LYN: Is it “LYN doesn’t like to wash up?” (No, it’s just the regular “LYN Livestream”)

- doesn’t want to announce his streams beforehand because he thinks it gives off the impression that there’s something to look forward to; a sudden/unplanned is better and more of a surprise C: I knew there was a 99% chance you’d stream today. LYN: You already predicted that I would stream today? You were right! It’s power of belief- the more you want something, the more likely it will come true. It has to be a positive thought, though. LYN: Well, since you are so accurate at predicting then I will stop streaming right now. Goodbye. I can’t let you get what you want too easily.

- thanks Beijing TV for using his song as bgm for various videos (and therefore promoting it)

- they’re asking him to do… something, IDK LYN: I don’t know how. I’m a rapper. You are a rapper. They are also rappers. You are all rappers. But I am also a rapper. [t/n: ???] C: Then, let’s hear some rap. - /starts playing 无心生大梦/ LYN: Does this count? /switches his hat bc the other one if more likely to fly off his head while head-banging/ LYN: Shout along with me. 1:16:30 --- 无心生大梦 (Unintentional Big Dream)

C: It still has to be you singing. LYN: What does that mean? No, I saw- I think it was Scream Night, right? A group of very talented singers and they sang this song? I saw a comment, “I want to see Ning-ge’s reaction to other people singing his song.” Normally, they would have cut the camera to me, but I just happened to have stepped out at the moment. I was sitting there and my face was full of oil so I had stepped out to touch up my makeup and I heard it then. LYN: I do want to say- I saw a lot of people commenting on the singers- and I think…I think they sang well! Honestly. Those songs are very hard to sing. 1. The song is hard to begin with. 2. It’s not their song. It’s a very hard song and difficult to control. 3. I want to say they did a good job. Because… a lot of these stages are not suited to live performances, but they had the guts to sing live. I want to praise them for singing live, and it’s because of that, that they should be called singers. That’s all I have to say and I won’t make any other comments. LYN: I’m not trying to compare to others but for me, at least, being able to sing live is a base requirement- for my own profession. As a singer, you should be able to sing live. As for how well you do, I’m sure that the audience all have their own judgement. Live singing vs lip synching is a problem with attitude, I think. C: It’s a problem with ability/skill. LYN: Don’t be like that. No matter how skilled of a person you are, there are times when you will perform well and times you will perform poorly. It’s the same for everyone. Someone can perform one skill their whole life and still do poorly sometimes. Just like you- you can study every day and do well on one test, but poorly on another. Right? It’s not a problem of ability. Sometimes it’s just how well you perform/execute. There are a lot of external factors to take into account as well. You don’t have to be more tolerant, you just need to be able to see the good in others. I’m not talking about the performance- we’re past that. You can’t determine if something is good or bad based on a single instance. You just- If you wanted to find fault in everything then you can do that, too easily. - try to see the good in others and better yourself, as opposed to seeing the bad in others and giving yourself a sense of superiority because of it. If you look at things from an objective standpoint, there is a lot more to feel and learn. - if he wanted to be a critic, he could do it better than the best of them XD - is of the philosophy that if you have a dream: those “higher” than you will lift you up and cheer you on, those on your same level will respect you, but only those “lower” than you will try to tear you down.

LYN: On a related topic, lately I’ve found myself being 拉踩 (belittle someone as a way to praise someone else). Everyone wants to use me to compare. But circling back to what I was just saying: if you really think you’re better than me, then I am not even qualified to be compared to you. So if you really want to succeed, you shouldn’t use me as a point of comparison to begin with, because if you really think you’re better than me you wouldn’t try to compare to me. I’m not qualified, so there’s no meaning in doing it. Okay? Thanks. LYN: I have a lot more to consider now, otherwise I- I wouldn’t let people bullying me slide. But I don’t want to say anything anymore- it doesn’t matter. I still have to hang around the industry for several years longer, after all. So I’ll try to… control myself.

C: I finally caught a hot and steaming stream. LYN: … I kinda have the runs today, so- not to be disrespectful! Everyone who was here already knows that I have the runs. But your words… give me a strange feeling. I can’t pinpoint exactly what that feeling is, though. LYN: But if you haven’t subscribed to my weibo yet, please do so. The next time I steam you can always come to have a hot meal. It’s always warm here. We’ll sit on the kang (heated platform) and have some steamed buns and salty sides- hot and steaming, nice and cozy. Okay?

1:34:58- 1:48:15 C: Lao-da, can you open your collar a little wider? LYN: I just want to ask- what exactly is it that you want?? So what if it’s a little wider? Have you never been to a pool before?? All the men walk around topless, don’t they? Doesn’t that make you happy enough? On the internet, there are so many- /laughs/

LYN: Friends, I don’t know why it is but lately when I’ve been scrolling through videos it keeps recommending me 擦边 (“skirting the edge”//provacative) men! It used to- I’ll be honest with you- it used to recommend the provocative women. Because my account is set as “male”, so it would recommend me videos of women. When I saw them- I’m not lying at all when I say this!- I clicked on “Not Interested”. Because I use my own account- my main account- and I was afraid that in the yearly summary it would say, “Modern Brothers Liu Yuning’s Favorite Video Type is-” /makes a “you know” hand gesture/ Friends, this is the truth. I thought it would keep recommending those types of videos to me if I watched one, and in the end this type of video and my “most watched account” would show on my year-end summary. If someone got a screencap of that they would laugh themselves to death. C: So you switched an account to watch the videos. LYN: No, I use my own account! So I kept marking that I wasn’t interested and I’ve discovered that lately it’s been recommending me videos of provocative men instead. I guess the algorithm has made some assumptions about my preferences. But the comments and likes are very high! So I was thinking, “Oh, this is what girls like nowadays.” And THEN I was thinking, “Maybe I can learn something?” And I have. There are two types: one goes hard and the other is a little more shallow. I can’t do any of the hard edge type. LYN: It starts with back towards you, a look over the shoulder, and then they flip their clothes and they disappear. It shows off the back and leaves them only in a tie. Because of the nature of these videos, I’m sure they must have a nice figure to show off in the first place. So they were quite muscular. Another one starts off wearing a white collared shirt and black suit with tie. They’re filming themselves through the mirror- with phone covering their face. They pull the tie and all of a sudden the clothes fly away. Only the tie is left; the lights are low and they’re on their knees. In their knees in suit pants but nothing else on top. They pull the tie and they’re kneeling with all their pecs and abs. Phone is still covering the face- I guess they must feel SOME shame, after all. LYN: There are also the ones that don’t go as hard, but are very purposeful. It’s a strange sort of purposeful but you understand why. They start off in a big t-shirt. Because in these videos they’re usually doing some complex dance with their hands- /demonstrates/. How they do it is that as soon as the notes start they pull their shirt up a bit. To let everyone see their abs. Then the rest of the video they’re dancing like normal. It’s like that. So I started scrolling his videos and every video starts with a shirt pull. He’s wearing very normal clothes- sometimes a t-shirt, sometimes with long sleeves, sometimes a hoodie- but the first move is always the same. To show off the abs. Friends, I really learned something here. LYN: There’s another type- it doesn’t count as provocative, but more visual. They wear a white collared shirt but the neckline is wide open. So a white shirt- the flowy and smooth type, tucked cleanly. Some tie a string to their arm, some have suspenders, some have a string around their neck. In any case, there are a bunch of different types. But they have a different MO. They’ll start off with shades and give a… mischievous smile. - /demonstrates/ - [t/n: honestly the smile is scaring me. lmao] LYN: I didn’t do that very well, but do you get what I’m saying?

- two types of people: the “shoot us a video, ning-ge” and the mom/older sister-type fans who want to protect him LYN: So now it’s been recommending me all sorts of these videos. It was quite scary. So then I searched a few terms to start blocking those from my algorithm. Otherwise I was afraid I might really become bad/go astray. C: Ning-ge, I turned my volume down low when you started talking about this. LYN: ! Sorry, was that not proper? It was okay, right? Sorry, then I won’t talk about such topics in the future. C: “LYN擦边” has become a trending topic. LYN: !! Don’t make me angry! Do you still want me to survive in this industry?? What did I do? I didn’t do anything!! I only demonstrated what a mischievous smile was. I may have exaggerated in my imitation, but I just want you to know how easily you can be tricked and to warn you of it. I was speaking as an older brother, as a father- to tell you to stay away from these types of men. Don’t be blinded by this type of temptation. - proceeds to dangle a carrot: if you subscribe to his weibo, later during the stream he’ll change into a worn out undershirt and while he’s singing he’ll tear it off (like he promised he would at his concert). But subscribe, first.

C: Ning-ge, what if the account you are currently observing is one of your male fans? LYN: What if they’re a male fan? Now I am stuck between two “nan”s (男 (man) vs 难 (difficult/hard). One is a struggle with myself, because of personal preference. But other person is my fan. So how do I make this choice? A difficult question indeed.

- the requirements for daily check-ins has raised to 1000-day streak (instead of 500) for a jug of bean oil/10kg bag of rice; reminds people to check and redeem their Taobao points before they expire (not sponsored)

C: Ning-ge are you still afraid of ghosts? LYN: Yeah. It’s not fear, exactly, but I have a sense of respect for them. C: Are you afraid of the dark? LYN: Yes. Rather than being afraid of the dark, though, I’m afraid of things happening/appearing suddenly. Like those balloon games where you’re not sure when it will pop. I’m afraid of sudden sounds. In the dark I’m more afraid of something coming out to scare me. I’d pass out. Straight to sleep. I’d have a good rest that night.

C: Speak in your dialect. LYN: I am, aren’t I? But actually the dialect in my hometown and the one you usually hear is not quite the same. The dialect in Dandong is a little different. - commenting on how he went to an event and they put three people from Dandong all at one table together (LYN, Ma Li, & Huang Jingyu)

C: Ning-ge, normally singer’s mouths are big. Why is yours small? LYN: /laughs/ I- So what you mean is that I’m not worthy to be a singer? Based on my genetics, I have no talent, is that it? Do you want me to give up on music? My mouth isn’t small, is it? It’s normal.

C: Ning-ge, I was watching KSTLB and it seems like you don’t dare to play? LYN: No, it’s okay as long as others are playing. My main job is to blend in the with crowd. I’m only here for the numbers. Each person has their own responsibility: Visuals, Brains, Tank, etc. And what am I? I have no responsibility. I’m there to make up the numbers. I’m there as filler. C: Visual representative. LYN: Oh, I wouldn’t dare. C: Broadcasting representative. LYN: I dare not accept that title. My good friends, welcome to my stream. I want to thank everyone for… coming to my party. /LOL/ - jokes that he’s there to fill in the cracks; “ My name is Liu Mei (pretty) Feng (crack). If I ever have a daughter, I’ll name her Liu Mei Feng.” - explains that he’s not the only one hosting or solving the problems, it’s just that they edit the show to LOOK that way, to give him a sense of presence bc otherwise he’s “not doing anything of interest”

C: When are you going to Hello Saturday again? LYN: I can’t just buy a ticket and GO. If you mean as a viewer, I could probably call them and ask. If you meant as a guest, then… that show is actually pretty difficult to get a spot on. If they don’t invite me, then I can’t just go. And if I ask them “Can I come?” and they tell me no, that would be really shameful. I can go when they want or need me, like when they’re pomoting a drama but need a few more friends. The other thing is- why are you asking? Are you trying to ambush me? - demonstrates how tone of voice matters when asking a question

- discussing the topic and storyline of Detective Conan - doesn’t really follow any other manga, but has watched Death Note; doesn’t follow One Piece (because the art style wasn’t his type) but has played one of the mobile game before - Sasuke! Sasuke! (at least we know he’s watched Naruto)

C: This is my first time watching your stream, I’m excited. LYN: Are you even more excited because I’ve seen your comment? :)

C: Demon Slayer LYN: I know of it, but I never watched it. When HZT and I were shooting the drama togehter, he would force me to watch it. When we were playing a game together, I think he also changed our group (guild?) name to “Slayer Family” or something like that. It had a special name, but I forgot.

- his exposure to animations is from watching a variety show- a voice actor competition - doesn’t know any Japanese, but does come across videos (because voice acting) and thinks the Japanese style sounds really cool. - talks about how there’s a clip of a bunch of VAs each saying one line and it ends with this one guy saying a single word and everyone loses their minds because of it. - has watched Kindaichi Case Files, but only the live-action because the manga scares him - HAS watched DMBJ; “I watch the dramas I’ve acted in!”

2:23:47 --- Break #2

C: Do you want to talk about fashion? LYN: I can’t talk about anything too fashionable with you. I wore a pair of pants the other day and you spent all day discussing whether I was wearing pants, a skirt, or a skort. It was modern-historical; a pair of pants like men would wear. [t/n: these ones?] C: Was it cold? LYN: There were pants on the inside. Actually it was two pairs- I was wearing some thermals underneath. You know, people from the south might think that since the weather is warmer, they’re more afraid of the cold. But actually, people from the north are more afraid. Especially people from Dongbei. When winter comes, thermals are a must. Thermals, wool pants, cotton pants, then jeans on top. When winter comes we bring all the equipment out. C: Isn’t wool prickly? LYN: Real wool isn’t. If yours is pricking you then that means it’s not 100% wool and you have a fake.

- Dongbei people spend quite a penny on heating in the winter, as well; complains about those people who don’t pay their heating fees but “if the second floor and fourth floor have paid but the third floor hasn’t- it still won’t get too cold for them. because they’re sandwiched in the middle.” X’D - comments on how they’d have a water meter but turn on the faucet so it drips one drop at a time- which would not affect the meter- then in the morning, they’d have a whole bucket full of water (without having to pay)

LYN: I found something out lately- I don’t know if I can tell you about it. But it’s solved a question I’ve had for the past six years. It’s terrifying. For the past six years, I’ve often thought about this matter, but I’ve only solved it recently! I don’t know if I can tell you- I’ll tell you half and you can weigh it for me. - recounts how DF-ge went to see a fortune teller: they told him to go to another room to write a character on a piece of paper, when he returned the master also had a character on a piece of paper- it was the same character “川”. No surveillance in the other room, and he wrote with a normal pencil. LYN still didn’t believe it, but could never figure it out. - five years ago, he went home for New Year and went to pray at the temple; a monk singled him out of the group of his friends and family and told him he was the “dragon amongst men”; was wearing mask and cap at the time (winter) and he hadn’t been on many shows yet, so was sure the monk didn’t recognize him. This time he did believe it (bc it was praise X’D). Monk told him to take off his hat and show him his forehead & told him he still had 60 years of good luck ahead. LYN: 60 years of good luck. That means I would live to about 90. Of course I was even happier! - DF asked the monk to show LYN the paper trick, and he did it by writing sth on a piece of paper then asking “what floor do you live on?” which threw LYN for a loop bc in his hometown he’s on 12F (even though technically his grandfather owns it), in Hendgian he’s on 7F (but that’s a hotel), and in Beijing he’s on 4F (but he’s renting). So he said “12” bc that’s where his roots are, and the monk had written “12” on the paper. Again, the monk writes something on the paper, then asks “what month is your birthday?”. LYN’s deciding between lunar (12) or solar (1) calendars, but ultimately gives “12” as the answer. The monk shows he wrote “12” on the paper as well. LYN: He blew my mind. Now I would believe anything that came out of his mouth next. Even if he had guessed, it would have to be a 1 in 12 chance, right?? Some complexes go up as high as 30-40 floors, how would he know I lived on the 12th?? C: Your da-ge/friend told him? LYN: No- there wasn’t anything to gain by telling him. My da-ge just wanted to prove how amazing it was, because he went there often and trusted this person. There would be no reason to feed him the answers just to trick me. C: He was your fan. LYN: /laughing/ No! Unless he was a stalker fan, he wouldn’t know where I lived! There’s no way. LYN: It was amazing and because of that I undeniably believed when he told me that I had 60 more years of good luck. - the monk let him light the thickest stick of incense (which he did not let anyone else burn), because LYN was worthy of it. :’) ; struggling over how much (money) to offer; but ended up giving 1000rmb. LYN: The story in its entirety is all told. But I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and a couple of days ago I came across a video and it was pretty much the same schtick! So I looked into the comments and found the answer. - “Shadow Pen”; they’re not actually writing anything on the paper at the start. They keep hold of the paper and once they hear your answer, there’s a hidden tip glued to their finger (thumb) or under the nail that they use to write with and they write as you speak. LYN: It was so mysterious for five years and now I’m wondering if the 60 years of luck was true or not. I’m sure that part, at least, was not a lie! I don’t care what floor they ended up writing on that paper- I would have bought a house to match. As long as the 60 years of luck stays true. -- LYN: I’ll make DF-ge watch this stream later and uncover the mystery for him. -- C: Make them write 饕餮 (taotie). LYN: Maybe they’d write it in pinyin. -- - had used this story to cheer himself on when he was feeling down: “LYN, you can do it. That shifu told you that you’’d have 60 years of luck, so any difficulty you’re facing now is not going to be the end of you.”; everytime he was facing difficulty, he would think of this shifu.

C: hahahahaha “a dragon amongst men” LYN: Why did you have to type so may “ha”s? Is it very funny to you?? What’s wrong with that? All my male fans are “dragons amongst men.” My female fans are… “phoenixes amongst eagles.”

- is a good storyteller, because he would take DF/AZ/his own experiences to dress up and tell people; but now that he’s in this industry and mostly works with artists/celebrities and drama crews he’s not at liberty to tell such stories, not even as a joke. - tells a story about an instance that makes acting a happy thing for him: for one of his dramas, the actors got along so well that they would actively discuss the drama and how to act, even outside of work. One day a younger actor came (fresh out of a different drama) and couldn’t get into the right headspace; the director just wasn’t satisfied. It was hard for the other actors because they couldn’t say too much, but they tried to integrate him and included him in their activities. The week before drama wrap, the actor had a solo scene (everyone was present, but they didn’t have many lines) and they tried to keep the mood light, so as not to put too much pressure on the kid. They went through the full range of emotions for their monologue, and when they were done EVERYONE on set applauded them. That moment was heartwarming and made LYN want to cry; it’s also made him think being an actor was worth it. LYN: What makes me the happiest about acting is not the point the drama is aired, but it’s the process of getting it completed, the creativity, and the sense of community you can find with the right actors and crew. It makes you feel like your work is meaningful and you have a sense of accomplishment. It feels like you’re really growing and learning. The collective brainstorming and discussion around how we can complete a scene and make it /interesting/ is the best part. - loves working with seasoned actors bc it feels like a test of his own abilities (it makes him excited and nervous); celebrates for himself when he successfully pulls off a scene. LYN: I don’t know if you remember this once scene in YNGS- sorry, I’m not trying to brag, I just want to share. I’m not a mature actor by any means and I’m still learning!- but there was one scene LTG came to give me medicine. RRY told NYZ that his life was saved thanks to LTG’s geng shi pill. And I replied, “What, “dog shit” (gou shi) pill??” Actually, I thought of that line. Then she laughs and walks away, so I said, “Come back! Support me, I’m not healed yet.” The reason I shouted that was because at that time my foot was broken!! Normally, she would have walked out of shot and I’d say, “Wait for me!” and run to follow her. But I was disabled, I couldn’t run! So I could only change my lines. It was reasonable for the storyline, and also it my real-time needs. So when I pull off these small details I’m a little proud of myself.

- is afraid of being type-casted, but it’s already sort of happening. People will find you for the role you suit the best, so why should they look to you for any different, when there are OTHERs who fit the (different) role more/better? - in this case, rather than try new things, it mightbe better to become the best at (irreplaceable) in a certain genre or field LYN: This is also the reason I continue to stream. I’m sure that singers/actors or anyone else in this industry CAN be a livestreamer, and I’m sure that there are people who do it much better than I do. But why do I keep at it? Because no one else can keep at it like I am. My perseverance is irreplaceable. When you become irreplaceable, there will definitely be a market for you. A lot of people can stream better than me, but no one else can stream as regularly. No one else can stream for as long as I do. Therefore, I am irreplaceable. LYN: It’s just like when I release songs- I am not the best singer, nor are my songs the best sounding, nor am I the best looking, but I release like crazy. I reach my rank in sheer quantity. Of course, I do not accept every/any song that comes my way. As long as I have a surefire place in the OST market, it’s enough. If people think of me when they’re researching who to ask to sing their OST, that’s enough. I wouldn’t call myself irreplaceable, since actually anyone can easily replace me. But as long as they think of me, it’s okay. - Found out he’s released 25 songs in 2024. That’s an average of 2 songs per month!!

C: I’m a fan of your voice? LYN: My voice? Then shouldn’t you be called my “songs-fan”? C: They meant when you’re not singing or acting. LYN: /puts on a funny voice/ I usually sound like this when I’m not singing or acting. Do you think it sounds nice? LYN: I’m very comfortable speaking like this! It’s not uncomfortable or awkward at all! - thinks he is especially good at imitating Minnie Mouse :) - tries Crayon Shin-chan, but does not think he sounds like him - SpongeBob Squarepants & Patrick who is similar to Zhu Bajie; doesn’t know how to do Mr. Krabs

- tries to get Daimi, but she’s sleeping

3:38:48 --- Break #3 LYN: Friends. I just found dumplings and I want to eat them, could you wait for me? We can do a mukbang, People usually tell me to eat something when I’m streaming, but I always thought that was an impolite thing to do, since you all came to see me stream. It’s like when a friend comes over to your house but you pay them no attention and eat on your own while your friend sits there staring at you. I think it’s impolite, so that’s why you’ll rarely see me eating or drinking anything on my stream. Today is a holiday, though, so let’s eat dumplings together. - dumpling eating ASMR (“I don’t usually eat noisily like this!”) - turned the bowl bc he was accidentally showing the brand name XD - Daimi woke up because he was eating. | LYN: It used to be she only had eyes for me. Now she only has eyes for my dumplings.

C: I downloaded weibo in order to watch your stream. LYN: Wow, thanks very much. Do you need me to reimburse you for roaming/data?

C: I’ve liked you for six years and I haven’t received anything. LYN: Aren’t you receiving my company, right now? Don’t you think this is a lot more meaningful? Think about it- I stream, for the most part, for my fans. There will be passersby, but this stream is really for you. Is that not enough? In that case, I can stream again in the next few days.

- wishes everyone an early happy new year :) ; performs “eating dumplings” as his talent

- talking more concert logistics (which cities and how many stops total (around 20 across 6 months)) C: What if my parents don’t let me go? LYN: Then, don’t go! What else can you do? Are you going to have a falling out with them just because they say you can’t come? It’s not worth it. Just listen to your parents, and don’t come. You can watch online; I’m sure everyone who IS coming will record videos for you to watch later. C: I’m bringing my son. LYN: Okay. You can bring whoever you want. C: Are front-row seats available? LYN: … I don’t know. I’m sure you’d be able to buy one. I don’t think anyone would fight you for them. C: Should we wear wedding dresses? LYN: It depends on the season. If it’s too cold, then forget it. If it’s a warmer city, then we can think about it. We can look at the city, the temperature, and how we’re feeling. We can mix it up. One stop we’ll do wedding dresses, and for the next we could do… sweatpants. Those cute fuzzy pajamas. You can wear slippers. Qipao. Hanfu. It’s all good. LYN: But the most important thing is that you carry bags that help to show off your income bracket- those ones that are exclusive to certain tiers. Because I will be inviting all sorts of brands and industry insiders to attend; so if you’re carrying something like that it will tell them that my fans are all highly skilled and that you have the means to afford spending. You might be able to help me acquire three more jobs out of it. - [as a JOKE] tells them to stuff their important documents like land deeds into their bags as well, and flip through them at the concert. So that if the brand/platform reps see it, there’s an 80% chance they’ll think LYN’s fans are: 1. Not very mentally stable, but 2. Have the ability to go on unlimited shopping spree, and 3. Love LYN very much, so that if they work with him, their products are going to fly off the shelves.

C: I’ll wear all the gold jewelry in my household. (like the jewelry sets people buy when they get married) LYN: It’s a nice thought, but I don’t want you to get robbed or lose any of it at the concert or on the way. LYN: If you’re going to be swinging a lightstick at the concert, I don’t want your expensive 400g bracelet to fly off and hit the girl in front of you and give her a concussion. Don’t wear anything too expensive. C: Then, I’ll wear fake gold. LYN: Fake gold is bad for your health, don’t wear it. If you’re swinging lightstick, you’re going to get sweaty. Once the sweat hits the fake gold, it’s going to turn your arm black, like you’re poisoned. C: How about a key ring? (keys of all the property they own) LYN: Oh, a key ring with like 60-70 keys hooked on it? That works, but you shouldn’t just hold it in your hand. You should wear that as a necklace.

- jokes about making specialized parking spaces for his fans who have expensive cars (rolls royce, porsche, helicopters, etc.) and opens it up to all sorts of unique forms of transport. C: I’m taking the train… LYN: Are you driving the train right up to the venue doors? Even if your father were the conductor, I don’t think he’d be able to do that! C: Where can I park my UFO? LYN: On my face. Why don’t you just take me away, while you’re at it? If you have a UFO, you can come take me away tonight. Later I can brag to people that I was abducted by aliens. C: I’ll ride my horse. LYN: They aren’t allowed on the roads. The fear isn’t that anything will happen to you, rather that something might happen to other people. A rockinghorse is okay, though. C: I’m taking public transport and the subway… LYN: That’s the best, and it’s eco-friendly way! I support taking the bus and subway. C: Parachute. LYN: But what about when you leave? Will you be taking your parachuting gear onto the subway? Sounds complicated… C: I’ll fit Daimi to a dog-sled. LYN: Daimi would not be able to pull you.

- shows off a toy of Daimi that an interviewer gave to him.

C: What’s the best spot to be at the concert? LYN: Of course, the answer would be “on the stage”. You can follow me wherever I go. But those tickets aren’t sold. / The front row would be the best, of course. But anywhere is good; I’ll do my best to make sure you have a good time wherever you’re sitting. We were discussing a four-sided stage before, which would mean there are more front row seats, but… I didn’t like it. It feels like I have to keep wandering around, because I have to make sure all four sides see me! I’m just not accustomed to it. Normal stages are three-sided. C: An extending stage. LYN: I thought about it too, but. Let’s say the stage starts here- then extends forwards. That means that no one can sit in the area where the stage will extend/retract. It cuts down the number of seats and since there’s also a range for safety, the distance between me and the front row becomes too far. Its not like how you see in small shows and galas, where people can reach out their hands to touch you. There’s a distance requirement for safety. LYN: So I was thinking of including some wirework. For one or two songs at each stop, I can fly out over your heads. I just hope I don’t have an upset stomach on those days. I can fly around on one side, then the other. I was thinking about doing something like that… C: We’ll pull your shoes off. LYN: I won’t wear shoes. If I were on wire, I wouldn’t dare to put anything in my pocket or wear anything expensive. I’m afraid that if something drops, I’d never be able to find it again. If I wore a Pomellato ring and it dropped, someone would just take it away. Even if I had some melon seeds for a snack and stuck the rest in my pocket and those dropped out, I’m sure you’d take them away. I’m not trying to belittle you- that’s not my intent. It’s just that I was shooting a variety show about three years ago- a cooking one- and I made candy-floss apples and another noodle dish. People took the noodles and put it in a little plastic bag- like this. Two strands of noodles, into the bag, sealed, then taken home. I don’t even know what they’d DO with it!! Dry it out and stick it in a labelled case? That’s why- taking melon seeds from me doesn’t even sound outrageous. Forget about the shoes, I’m sure someone would even steal my socks! First the laces, then the shoes, then my socks. They won’t leave me with anything. C: I’ll tickle your feet. LYN: Are you insane?? C: Secretly touch your feet. LYN: ??! What- you’re just a girl, what are you saying?? Why would you touch my feet? Are you crazy? You can just ASK me to shake my HAND. Why would you touch my feet?? // I must remember to wash my feet well on the day of my performance… If I fly… I should wash them well. Soak them in medicinal herbs... / No, I’m kidding. Because if I do fly, it wouldn’t be anywhere close to you. If I’m too low its a danger to both you and me. I’m not afraid of you touching me, but I’ll probably be higher up out of reach. It’s a random thought. You don’t have to think too much of it.

- might invite some friends to do guest performances at the concert; didn’t do this the first time around bc he had just debuted and didn’t really have any friends C: Can you ask HZT to come? LYN: I can ask him, and see if he’ll save me the face. - Really, he doesn’t want to inconvenience people by asking them to make a guest appearance. Also struggles with whether he should pay or not. How much is appropriate? And, if the guests’ fans find out they are attending, would people think he is using his friend as a way to sell tickets? LYN: Maybe I’m thinking too much.

LYN: Thank you for your company and support. I hope you had a relaxing, happy, and wonderful night. It was great to have you, and I hope you had fun. Let’s meet again in the next stream. Goodnight, everyone. Now that I’m closing the stream I’m afraid people will feel lost and lonely. I hope that you do not feel that way, because you can always watch my stream again. You can use my voice to keep you company into sleep. Goodnight everyone, have good dreams! Thank you all for keeping me company. This could be our first meeting, or you could have known me for a long time already but if you haven’t subscribed yet, please to do. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. Thank you.

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(4:36:24)

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 1 year ago

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hello dear. for the kiss prompts, may i please see ‘a possessive kiss in the rain’ with crosshair? 👀

hiiii friend, thank you so much for your patience for the wait. the muse has been extra fickle since October, but I hope this is worth the wait <3

Uncertain Tomorrows

Summary: Actions speak louder than words. Aka, Crosshair isn't good at emotions.

Warnings: blog is 18+; angst (it's Crosshair, what do you expect), miscommunication / lack of communication, pre-Echo, swearing

Word Count: 688

Chewing on the inside of your cheek so hard you’re liable to draw blood, you can’t help the way you’re glaring at Crosshair’s back. He’s perched on the edge of a high stool at the bar, long legs crossed at the ankle, twirling a whiskey glass between thin fingers. You’re supposed to be enjoying shore leave, the first one the squad has had in months, and yet all you feel is pissy.

Earlier in the night, you’d deboarded the Marauder with the others, all of you in civvies and in high spirits, even Crosshair. You feel like you’ve finally been able to get a decent grasp on reading him and his moods, and the loose way his toothpick had hung between his lips was clear indication that he was relaxed, ready for a break. You all were.

Apparently, Crosshair’s idea of a break is chatting up women at the cantina bar.

You’re not together. You have to remind yourself of that. Despite the mutual longing glances, neither of you have acted on your feelings, whether by mutual respect for one another or by fear of tearing the squad apart. So it shouldn’t sting as much as it does to watch him toss easy smirks at the pretty woman at the bar right now.

But it does.

Hunter gives you a sympathetic look as you finally decide you’ve had enough and scoot out of the booth. With Wrecker across the cantina hustling pool and Tech acting as his number two, the only one who will know where you’ve gone at this point is Hunter. Which also shouldn’t sting, but it does.

The moment you step outside, you’re met with a bone-chilling rain. Breath fogging in front of your face, you shiver, pulling your jacket tighter around you. The spaceport isn’t too terribly far, but you’re already beginning to regret coming outside.

Whatever. It beats going back inside.

You only make it a few steps, ice needling into your skin, before the cantina door opens behind you. Warm light and laughter spill out, inviting you back. Glancing over your shoulder, you grimace.

“I’m going back to the ship,” you call.

“I know,” Crosshair responds.

“You should go back in,” you say, turning to face forward once more, hunching your shoulders against the cold. “She looked nice.”

He calls your name, but you keep walking.

You gasp when a hand grips your upper arm and spins you around. Colliding with Crosshair’s chest, you glare up at him and open your mouth to rip him a new one—

Only to grunt in surprise when his lips meet yours.

Jerking back, you try to break from his embrace. His hands remain on your arms, though he lets you step back.

“What the fuck, Cross?” you snarl. “You think it’s cool to just—toy with my emotions like this?”

“No,” he grits out.

You wait, but that seems to be all he wants to say. Rain streams down your face, the cold an afterthought now with the anger burning through you.

“That all you have to say for yourself?”

His jaw works as he gazes at you, his short gray hair plastered to his head. Nostrils flaring, he looks away. “No. I’m—I’m not good at this. Clearly. But I don’t know—I don’t know how to—Kriff it! Can I kiss you again or not?”

All of your anger condenses into a single burning, molten dagger in your heart as you stand there, jaw dropped as you weigh his words. This is so far from how you ever would have expected this confession to go, for either of you, and yet the opportunity is here. If you let it go, tell him no, he’s going to respect that.

And you’ll have missed your shot.

You pull him back to you and kiss him. It’s a hungry, desperate, possessive kiss, full of teeth and tongue. Cold rain water sluices off your skin as you swallow his moan.

You don’t know what this means—you don’t know where to go from here—but Crosshair is in your embrace, and all you know is that you don’t intend to let him go.

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lunarw0rks · 2 years ago

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hi! i have a request with ghost or könig, where one of readers parents die, and they start freaking out, crying, panic attack and all. and one of them is there for them through it? if it's not too much, thank u sm and love ur writing!

Summary: After losing someone close, your roommate, König is your support system.

Warning(s): panic attacks, grief, parental death, hurt/comfort, roommate!König, GN!Reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: My first König work :) [mein Engel = my angel] I hope you don't mind, I chose reader's mother to be the one who passed.

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ KÖNIG MASTERLIST // have a request? ⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ao3 ver.

Saying Goodbye // Drabble

It was supposed to be an average, mundane day.

Eight hours at work, then stumbling into your apartment with sore muscles and a desire to relax until it all repeats again tomorrow. It was hard enough making it from the door to the couch, especially when barely able to keep your eyes open.

When you did, your eyes fluttered shut nearly instantly. Finally, you were getting some much needed sleep until—

You groaned loudly, palming around the sofa for your phone ringing at full blast. Inside, you cursed yourself for forgetting to silence it, and now you were debating on answering the call. An unrecognizable number, probably spam. The last thing you needed was another problem, another hitch in your relaxation.

The gut feeling you had was unmistakable; you should take the call, something was wrong.

With a hesitant thumb, you pressed the accept button and raised the phone to your ear. You’re wide awake now, you might as well get off the couch and pace while the scammer chews your ear off.

At least, that’s what you wanted to believe at first. It wasn’t a scammer; it was a nurse.

She asks your name, says they got your number from your mother’s phone. That instinctual feeling you had was proven true now—in the worst way possible. Though the nurse was hesitant to get the words out, as if the news hurt her more than you, your brain was scrambling with every possible bad scenario.

A car accident, a heart attack, perhaps even a mistake on the hospital’s end. The logistics didn’t matter, how she got your number, knew your name. It couldn’t be your mother, it had to be a mistake, right?

“I don’t understand.” You wavered, finding any excuse to dismiss her words—if you could call them that, they overlapped and mixed together with the haze in your mind.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” Her voice is strictly professional, but to imagine her on the other end, she’s cringing at giving news like this over the phone, probably more than once today.

“You can come down and claim her belongings anytime. The administrator will help you with the arrangements… Do you have anyone—”

You terminated the call before she could continue, phone dropping to the floor below you. How could this happen? Why you, today of all days?

Tears were blinding you, coating your vision in a misty gloss. Next, it was your knees buckling beneath you when the dizziness was too much. Third, it was your inability to catch your breath; heaving and gasping as the sobs became too much for your body to handle. Above all, it was the thoughts and memories of your mother, how this could’ve happened so suddenly.

You hadn’t heard the door opening behind you, your fatigued roommate coming up behind you with concern. His large hands hovered over your back a few seconds, before he gently placed them to get your attention.

“What happened, mein Engel?” He asked softly, eyes wide with concern.

In all the months you’d lived together, conversations were quick but respectful; many days, your schedules would overlap, resulting in rarely seeing one another, or sleeping when you were home at the same time. But that didn’t matter to König, he couldn’t help but involve himself now.

“My mom…” Your weak voice finally spoke, tears streaming from your eyes down to the neckline of your shirt.

His observant eyes flicked over to the scene before him; you, distraught and struggling to breath, your cell phone dropped next to you.

Calling family members of the deceased, informing them of the horrible news, it’s something he’d done before for his job. It never gets easier, but he’d never seen the grieving person on the other side, often it ends with the call ending mid-sentence, just like you had done.

Now, he was face to face with it, and it was personal.

König’s brows furrowed empathetically as he listened to your cries, each one cracking his tough and intimidating exterior. He felt he was awful at comfort, only doing what came naturally to him—which wasn’t verbal.

Instead, it was physical comfort; a perk of his abnormal size.

He used one of his hands to push your head into his chest, while the other remained tightly wrapped around you. You could kick and scream, pound against his chest, get it all out of your system, and he remains still, allowing you to mourn in any way you have to.

He lifted you both up, letting you stand there and grieve against him. König’s eyes shut as he listened to your roars of sorrow, yearning for the parent you would never get back.

This went on for a few minutes, the room silent except for the sounds of your cries against his chest.

His strong arms kept you upright with ease, even though you were visibly trembling. “It will be okay, I promise… I promise…” His Austrian accent was soothing and gentle, a stark contrast to the way he looked.

You lifted your head, eyes bloodshot and quivering open and closed. You weren’t to the point of clarity yet, but the initial violent shock of the news had begun to fizzle; your mother was alone right now, in a hospital bed waiting for you. “I need to go see her, König. She’s all by herself.”

Your shaky hands found the entry table, reaching for your keys, but his hand gripped your arm before your fingers touched the cold metal.

With a shake of his head, he drops his hand. “I’ll drive you, okay?”

—

The city passes as a cynical blur; bars and restaurants packed with partying patrons, neighborhoods with playing children and family get togethers. Then, you, still distraught and with a tightening chest. Each street, each turn, each street sign pointing in the direction of the nearest hospital.

Ten miles; five miles; one mile; then, the bright red sign displaying Emergency illuminated the lot and König’s car.

He pulls into the closest visitor’s space, though most are already occupied. You pull the handle and step out, but the door remains open as you watch the bustle of the emergency room through the large windows.

You meet his blue eyes again, a black surgical mask concealing his true identity. “Will you come in with me?” It’s more of a despairing plea than an honest question.

He kills the engine and removes his hand from the wheel, giving a wary nod. In the face of a panic attack, he’s there for you in an instant. But by your side as you say goodbye? He began to wonder if he was the one you really wanted as moral support.

Your shoes scrape against the pavement, as if your feet are just as hesitant to face the situation.

The fluorescent lights overhead cast an unforgiving glare on the sterile white walls, reflecting the urgency of the environment. The constant hum of medical equipment and the beeping of monitors merge into a symphony of urgency, while the faint scent of bleach hangs in the air.

Nurses and doctors dart from one patient to another, their faces tense with determination, occupied with those in need of more attention than you, here to claim a body, for lack of better words.

The desk in the entrance is just as chaotic; the corded phones going off with an endless stream of calls, papers and clipboards stacked atop the other, and the loud typing of the receptionist’s outdated computers.

The woman behind the counter looks up briefly, carelessly pointing to the waiting area beside the desk rather than speaking to you. Her typing continues, as if no concern for what you might be here for is left, especially after a long shift in this busy chaos.

You look over at the waiting area—depressing and packed with patients who have been triaged and are awaiting further care, and filling the rest of the seats, distraught and impatient family members waiting for results on their loved ones. Some are praying, some sobbing, others clutching minor injuries, but most stare blankly as they tap their feet against the beige tile.

“Actually, I’m here for my mother. She passed.” You tell the bored receptionist, practically forcing her to pay attention to your dead expression.

The once unsympathetic stare she had, now turned the opposite. But once again, without words, she pointed to the elevators in the direction of the ICU. Her pity only lasted seconds, before she raised one of the phones to her ear, full attention on the other line.

You looked back at König for reassurance, who merely kept walking with you, eyes straight ahead with uncertainty.

As the elevator doors close, a sense of tension fills the confined space.

The panel of buttons displays various floors, but the one that stands out is the one labeled "ICU" in bold, red letters.

Inside the elevator, there's a mixture of people, each carrying their own burden of worry and concern. Family members clutch tightly to their belongings, their faces etched with anxiety and sorrow. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, despite the icy chill of the ventilation causing goosebumps on your skin.

A few forced smiles are exchanged among the passengers, trying to find comfort in each other's company, but the worry in their eyes betrays their attempts at reassurance, though you keep a straight face, already privy to what lies ahead of the doors.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the elevator slows down, and the doors open to reveal the ICU floor. It’s a morbid contrast to the emergency room; eerie quiet. Nurses and doctors roam, small groups of family members visit, and most of all, patients without any visitors hooked up to the machines.

König’s steps mirrored the pace of yours as you walked down the aisle of rooms, reading each chart until you found the one belonging to her.

You stopped in front of it, seeing her in the bed through the glass window overlooking the room. Your eyes, which had just gone dry, began to tear up again. It was a different feeling, seeing it in person, rather than imagining it over the phone.

“Let’s go inside, alright?” His voice is low and respectful as he takes a step around you, sliding open the pocket door, allowing you to go inside first when you are ready.

The door wooshes shut behind you as you approach the bed. Her chest is rising and falling with each hiss of the ventilator, but there are no signs of life anywhere else. Her hands are cold and lifeless, as is her skin—now drained of any memories and creases of age.

When the nurse steps inside and begins explaining the process to you, you only nod in response, keeping your eyes on the loved one in front of you. It would be your decision, to unhook her and say a final goodbye, or keep her like this, nothing but a corpse breathing through a machine.

“I’ll be here, whatever you decide.” König places a hand on your shoulder, ushering you to the chair beside the bed, while he remains standing in the corner, attempting to keep a respectful amount of distance. He didn’t know her, and now this would be all he knew of your mother—this harrowing image of her, with you beside her.

The silence passed by, hour by hour you spent listening to the beeps of the machines, the wheeze of her departed lungs mechanically filling with air. The warm hand you placed on hers, met with no returning caress, only her stillness.

König would make small efforts, a cup of coffee from the cafeteria, or small comforts in your ear, but they were futile against the waves of grief engulfing you. They were recognized, but not reciprocated with thank you’s or smiles—only silence.

—

The night you said goodbye, he left the room out of respect. He spent about an hour in that busy waiting room, hands folded in his lap as he waited for your return. It was best if he left you to the details, only there in terms of comfort.

He looked up curiously each time the elevator dinged and visitors piled out, until eventually it was you coming out to meet him. Swollen, reddened eyes, and a stack of funeral pamphlets still clutched in your fist.

The moment the ventilator let out its final hiss, the moment they unhooked the tubes, the moment you removed your hands from her—all a constant replay in your mind. He was to his feet instantly, pulling you into an embrace similar to the one in the living room, letting you know he would be there every step of the way.

König remained silent until you both reached his car again, opening the car door for you as he waited for you to climb inside.

You turned to face him, staring up into his sympathetic gaze, “thank you. I don’t know what else to say, except thank you.”

His blue eyes softened, as if shocked by your gratitude. He thought it was a given, being there for you, driving you to the hospital, even just showing you kindness, but it was clear you hadn’t expected that from him.

“You don’t need to thank me.” He mutters softly, his large hand resting on your arm, giving it a light squeeze. He hunches over and places his head on your shoulder, rubbing circles up and down your back.

“I’m always here, hm? Whatever you need to get through this.”

#mw2 #mw2 fanfic #call of duty #task force 141 #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig x you #cod konig

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alwritey-aphrodite · 11 months ago

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omg i need sunrises with finnick odair from your summer blurbs please

2024 Summer Blurbs

The long days of summer are always a double edged sword. As sunlight stretches into the evening, you feel so much more productive and energized than you do in the winter months, but when the sun is already high in the sky by the time you roll out of bed, you feel a bit lazy. It doesn’t help that Finnick is a naturally early riser, having accomplished half of his daily routine by the time you emerge from your bedroom, squinting from the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

“You know what would be fun?” Finnick asks one evening as you’re in the kitchen together, him washing dishes as you dirty them while making dinner. You just hum in response, letting him know that you’re listening but very focused on not burning the food. “We should watch the sunrise tomorrow.”

“That’s in like three hours from now,” you grossly exaggerated the time just to hear Finnick giggle beside you, a sound you’d bottle up and drink if you could.

“Please? I promise you’ll love it, and if you don’t, you can sleep the rest of the day and I won’t tease you at all,” he wraps his arms around your waist as he pleads with you, hooking his head over your shoulder to really drive the point him because he knows you can never say no to him like this. When you sigh, moving the vegetables around in the pan, he kisses your cheek because he knows you’ll do it.

When the time comes for you to crawl into bed, there’s a small part of you that hopes you won’t be able to fall asleep as the dread builds at the mere thought of waking up so early, but Finnick wraps you in his arms and soon his rhythmic breathing is lulling you to sleep. Before you know it, you’re being kissed away, gentle kisses trailing from your temple to your jaw, kisses so soft you’re barely able to feel them but you blink awake anyway to see Finnick leaning over you, letting you sleep a few extra minutes so he could get everything ready.

“Just put this on and follow me,” he whispers, letting your body fully wake up as he hands you a soft coat, knowing that you’d complain about the chill of the early morning without it. You slip out of bed, replacing the warmth of the sheets with the warmth of the coat and taking Finnick’s outstretched hand, content to let him lead you wherever he pleases.

Stepping outside, you’re grateful for his forethought as the chill of the absent sun settles into your bones. It’s still rather warm, but the extra layer of fabric keeps you content and a little sleepy, and you’re comfortable so you can’t complain. Finnick leads you along the beach, dark waves lapping gently against the shore, before coming to a stop by a familiar rock formation. There’s a little bit of climbing needed, but the top rock is the largest and is flat, your favorite spot of laying out in the sun while Finnick swims, and now when you hoist yourself up, you see a blanket and a basket set up instead.

“I’ll make a real breakfast when we get back home, I just thought it would be nice to have some snacks while we wait,” he grins over at you as he pulls all of your favorites from the basket, fresh fruits and pastries you’d gotten together at your weekly trip to the market, and even though you still feel half asleep, you can’t help but grinning back.

The sunrise is beautiful, just as you knew it would be, but you wouldn’t wake up so early again just to see it. Finnick holds you close, content as you lean your head against him as the water is painted in pinks and oranges and yellows, and you know you’d wake up early for him any day.

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick x you #thg finnick #finnick odair fanfic #finnick fanfic #the hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games

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daydreamsandafternoonteafics · 4 months ago

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Let's Pretend It's Love- Chapter 4

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When I was a small girl I remember spending many summers at my Nan and Poppy’s house in the English countryside. My grandparents preferred to live the old-fashioned way, san electricity so as soon as the sunset it was bedtime for Penny and me. I remember being terribly upset as she called us inside from our day of play, almost on the brink of crying tears.

“Don’t worry love,”

Nan would say as she’d scoop me up in her arms.

“the sun will come out tomorrow and then you can play.”

From that day on, I’d developed a strong anticipation for morning. Morning time meant waking up to help Nan make scones and clotted cream and being able frolic outside with Penny all day.

But as summers with Nan and Poppy diminished and I grew older, mornings lost their magical appeal. Especially mornings that I knew would be spent nursing a hangover and regretting my actions from the previous night.

I woke to a an endless stream of sun pouring through my bedroom window and a splitting headache. As soon as I opened my eyes, I regretted it. I just wanted to curl into a ball under my duvet and never come out of my room ever again. I felt terrible physically and emotionally. Even though I’d consumed a bazillion shots of alcohol last night, I still vividly remembered the scene I’d made last night at the pub. I can’t believe I made such a fool of myself. Every time I thought I was getting things done smoothly they always turned out to be a massive mess. Now I bet I’ve creeped Harry out to the point where he’ll never want to go out with me again, better yet, even come into the shop again. Damn it, he would have made such a good fake boyfriend too.

Maybe I can just strangle myself with this duvet to save myself from the embarrassment I’ll feel the next time Harry comes into the shop and I have to admit to Mum and Penny that my boyfriend doesn’t exist. Or maybe Jessa will kill me when she hears I’ve driven her favorite curly-haired customer away.

Ollie, who’d been comfortably curled up in his bed in the corner of my room pounced on the bed and playful pawed at my face, his way of telling me good morning and his nice way of demanding breakfast. I lazily reached over and scratched behind his ears. He purred happily.

“Mummy’s a bloody idiot who’s going to die lonely.” I groaned.

Ollie just stared at me with those adorable blue eyes I fell in love with and crawled on my lap curling himself into a ball. If I embarrassed myself last night, there’s no telling how I made Harry feel, maybe I should call him and apologize? It’s the least I can do after acting like such an idiot.

I rolled on my side much to Ollie’s dismay and retrieved my cell phone from my night stand. Unlocking my phone, I realized I had three missed text messages. One last night from Jess catching me up on the events of Downton Abbey that I couldn’t care less about, another one last night from Penny about how she and Liam were still up in the air about their wedding date and did I have any suggestions and another one this morning from an unknown number. Generally unknown numbers didn’t text me so that was the message I focused my attention on first.

I think we need to talk. How about cuppa ? H x

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Who the hell is H? Couldn’t they at least leave a name like the proper, courteous person would. My hangover headache seemed to be getting worse just out of sheer annoyance.

Look mate, I’m hungover and my head’s killing me. Who the bloody hell is this?

I stared blankly at the screen. It waited for about a minuet before I got a reply.

This is Harry. Sorry, I thought you had my number H x

It was almost as if that one little text was the cure to my hangover. So I hadn’t scared him off after all! He still wants to talk! Probably about the stupid things I said last night but either way he still want to talk to me and he wants to have tea. I quickly sat up in bed which was a huge mistake on my part and replied back.

No, no. I’m sorry! When do you wanna meet?

I bit my lip anxiously waiting for his reply.

Whenever you’ve gathered up enough strength to get out of bed, love. H x

I didn’t even hesitate to reply.

Getting out of bed now.

I threw the covers off of my body as if Harry could see me. Might as well get a head start.

Great. See you at coffeehouse on Pentonville? H x

It’s a date. See you there.

Looks like I might have a chance to sort my shit out after all.

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It was nearly twelve by the time I’d arrived at the coffeehouse. Since it was a Sunday, business was rather slow and I easily spotted Harry sitting at a table scrolling through his phone. To my surprise he was wearing a plain white t-shirt, a shocking change from the wild patters he usually wore and his wild hair that usually fell around his shoulders was pulled back in a neat bun. This was probably the first time I’d ever seen Harry look so…normal.

I approached the table feeling nervous as ever. The embarrassment was still there. Even though Harry was meeting up with me again I had no clue how he’d react.

“G'Morning.” I spoke softly as I took my seat across from him, perching the dark sunglasses I wore to cover my blood shot eyes on my head

Harry looked up from his phone and gave me a small smile that revealed his dimples.

“More like afternoon. Coffee or tea?” he asked.

“Tea’s fine, thanks.” I replied before Harry left the table to order our drinks.

I nervously studied the groves in the table, trying to find a way to keep myself occupied. If things had been awkward between us before, after last night they were only to get worse.

“Here you are.” Harry announced sitting the tall paper cup in front of me.

“Thanks.”

He took his seat across from me on the other side of the table.

“So, how’d you sleep last night?” he asked.

I sighed. “Just as good as any drunk person.” I replied.

“So, last night. It was fun. Things got very awkward toward the end, though.” Harry announced casually before taking a sip of his drink.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. “

It wasn’t exactly the best idea to have shots before going to the pub, yeah? I’m sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”

Harry shook his head as a slow smile crept over his face. “

No, I thought your obsession with cats was cute. You did sort of creep me out when you started talking needing me to me your boyfriend. What was that about?”

My heart dropped. This was the exact conversation I was dreading.

I sighed. I might as well give it up now. Harry’s too nice of a lad for me to keep torturing him like this.“

Well Harry, I was really drunk and-” I was interrupted by my mobile ringing loudly. “

Uh sorry Harry, I’ve gotta take this call.” I replied sheepishly.

Harry nodded understandingly. I looked down at the caller Id and noticed it was Penny. I rolled my eyes before answering.

“Hey.” I greeted.

“Hi Presley!!” She chirped in her usual cheery tone.

I could hear Liam talking softly somewhere in the background.

“Listen, Mum wants to have family dinner tonight and she wants you to bring your boyfriend so we can all finally meet him. I know I’m anxious to!”

My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

“Hellooo, are you still there, Presley?” She asked. I was in such panic about Mum’s request I hardly realized I wasn’t talking anymore.

“Huh, what?” I asked.

“We want to meet your boyfriend. I mean, unless of course he’s not real or something.” She replied with a laugh.

I didn’t know whether to take that as a joke or an off hand comment. I narrowed my eyes. They will not make a joke out of me.

“What time?” I

“6:30, don’t be late.” she warned.

“We’ll be there.” I declared.

“Good. See ya then.” she replied.

“Yeah, bye.” I hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh.

“You okay?” Harry asked, his green eyes filled with concern.

I sighed. “Harry, I need a massive favor from you. ”

“Sure, why not?” He asked.

Oh, Harry. You’re way too nice.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” I replied.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

“I think you just got yourself a boyfriend.”

#1d fanfiction #1d #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles au #one direction #one direction fanfiction #harry styles one shot

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password-door-lock · 3 months ago

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Four Seasons by Your Side: Northern Lights

Read it on Ao3!

During the winter season, things move rather slowly in Saeran’s garden, and the RFA is presently sandwiched between the recent New Year’s party and next month’s upcoming Valentine’s day party. You don’t have very much coordination work on your plate at the moment, which makes this the perfect time for a short overseas trip.

“This is so exciting,” Saeran gushes, extending his hand for you to hold. Of course, it’s difficult to actually hold hands when both of you are wearing heavy mittens, so you make due with the second-best alternative. You touch your glove to Saeran’s, and he can just about feel the outline of your fingers through the bulky knit material. “Now, we’ll get to see something that we’ve never seen before.”

“I know, right?” You wrap your arm around Saeran’s, which is almost as difficult as holding hands on account of your puffy winter coats. Saeran was over the moon yesterday to pick out a new one featuring the logo of the lodge where the two of you are staying, and he’s grateful for the jacket at the moment. The cold and the wind are not his friends, after all. “But I just talked to our guide back there, and she said this is the furthest north we can go before it starts to get unsafe. Either way, we should still get to see the lights once we get off the patio if it’s a clear night tonight.”

“Mmm,” Saeran hums, resting his head momentarily on your shoulder. Both of your hoods get in the way of this gesture, which elicits giggles from the pair of you. “And tomorrow, we’ll go out and see the glacier. That’s two new experiences for us.”

Lately, you and Saeran have been focused on healing from the trauma of Magenta and what came after, building and re-building your respective relationships with Saeyoung and the other members of the RFA, and setting up a life together. For a while, everything felt like a new experience, from visiting the dentist to shopping for shower curtains. But now that Saeran has grown accustomed to his beautiful ordinary life, he’s excited to experience even more new things further away from home. “I can’t wait.” you admit, “But we should go out now. Are you ready to meet the Northern Lights?”

“Ready,” Saeran confirms, because he is. He’s seen pictures, of course, but he can’t wait to see what they’re like in person.

The two of you advance down the wooden stairs, which, as promised, are quite slippery. It helps that both of you are wearing sturdy winter boots. As soon as you’re out of the shelter of the closed porch, the Northern Lights become visible overhead. They stream across the sky in phantasmic, iridescent shades of pink, purple, blue and green, obscuring the stars like something out of a fairy tale.

“Wow,” Saeran breathes. Though he knows that they’re not made of water, the lights still remind him of clouds. He can’t believe he’s lucky enough to get to watch them— he knows that most people live their whole lives without ever witnessing this magnificent light show. But Saeran has been blessed with the freedom and the means to travel, and although his body isn’t the strongest on the planet, he’s still healthy enough to withstand the wind and cold.

Tomorrow, he’s going to get to see a glacier. All of these new sights are things he never could have imagined just a few years ago, let alone when he was a child forced into hiding. Yes, it’s true: Saeran is a lucky man, indeed. And he’s luckier still to be able to share this beautiful experience— and so many other beautiful experiences, for that matter— with you. It seems that, in spite of his decidedly unlucky childhood, Saeran’s adulthood is turning out to be quite auspicious.

“Beautiful,” Saeran breathes, watching the colors shimmer overhead.

“I know you are, but what about the Northern Lights?” You reply casually. Speaking of luck, Saeran is blown away by the fact that an angel like you would say such a thing to him. What a blessing you are, and what a gift this life he’s living is.

So Saeran really can’t help but kiss you. It’s instinctive, affectionate, slow and peaceful as he turns to face you. Saeran catches your lips gently in a slow and loving kiss. It’s awkward on account of the coats, hats, and mittens, but the pair of you can make it work. It’s far from the first challenge that you and Saeran have faced as a couple, after all. I’m so lucky, Saeran’s mind keeps singing, So very lucky.

After a few moments, you pull away. “This is nice,” you breathe. “But, to be honest, dear, I’m a little bit worried that we might catch a cold in this weather. And my ears are getting cold even through the hat, somehow?”

“That’s okay, my love,” Saeran assures you. Now that you mention it, he feels his ears getting cold, too. Besides, the Northern Lights will still be here every night for the remainder of this trip. He can take his time getting acquainted with them, just as he has taken his time getting acquainted with the world. “Why don’t we spend some time together indoors?”

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble #choi saeran #saeran choi #fanfiction #mystic messenger fic

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shrimshrim4fun · 1 year ago

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Not a request

WATCHER LISTEN….

STREAMER DEREN, SHE MAKES NSFW CONTENT WITH HER DARLING AND SHE GETS SHIT TONS OF DONATIONS.

She’s a little shit, she plays the role of dominant sub, always beneath you as you ride her, but on other occasions, when she has enough energy to switch positions she will be a teasing you non stop, asking the viewers if she should let you cum or not as she films your crying, drooling face 💗

Y’all are getting so much more money than you guys thought. After getting permission from you and agreeing on certain things/boundaries you guys started doing streams.

She’ll have the camera pointing toward you as you ride her. Fat tears dripping down your eyes as she teases you nonstop. The chat is overflowing with messages. She’ll ask the chat whenever you’ve been good enough to cum, though their usually mean and says no >:) She loves hearing your whines and moans as you reach your high after the chat gives permission.

Though sometimes you get a bit pent up and take control. Putting Deren into a doggy position and your hand pushing her head into the pillow beneath her. Your hips pressed onto her ass as the strap is deep inside her. Your other hand pointing the camera at the pretty director as she lets out loud moans and whimpers. But this time, you ask the chat if Deren’s been a good girl and if you should move your hips. If the chat says yes… oh boy Deren isn’t gonna be able to walk tomorrow. With all your pent up frustration you get from her teasing you. Your hips thrusting hard against her and stretching her out. You hand trial down to her stomach to feel the bulge the chat can’t see. A little treat for yourself. And better yet, she doesn’t even have to do anything

I usually do dom reader so not much for sub reader. Sorry bout it :P this is just random but I do take requests, proabably should add a request status in my pinned thingy :3

#path to nowhere #gotta feed the shrimps #deren path to nowhere #deren x reader #ptn deren

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ineffableigh · 3 months ago

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SO CLOSE!!

Shoot lol. We can make it though - I should be able to do a stream either tomorrow or Friday daytime and we'll see if we can get that average up where they want it.

Stay tuned for an announcement for a LODDLENAUT CHILL STREAM! That game looks so dang cute I'm gonna make custom assets and do a long day stream to play through the whole thing as a break from Witcher.

Frodo's gonna help out, of course:

#twitch #affiliate #twitch affiliate #loddlenaut #frodo #mister frodo #frodo baggins #cats #cats of tumblr #cat

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dumbasslesbi2 · 6 months ago

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But I Thought You Had a Girlfriend? ~ Chapter 3 (Agatha x Rio Students AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Summary:

Agatha are now an official couple! Now they just have to present their art pieces but will they be able to talk pubically about their relationship?

Notes:

Hi everyone! Here's another chapter for y'all! I hope y'all enjoy this one, I know it's a bit longer than the last two. As always please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss some stuff.

After the sleepover Agatha and Rio continued with the project as well as their relationship. At first people at the school were shocked to see the two dating as everyone thought they were an unlikely duo. Neither of them cared though and were more than happy with each other. Even within the small amount they’ve been together, they both were able to lift and help each other. Rio actually started to care about classes and studying more since Agatha basically forced her and would reward her in kisses. Agatha learned how to relax and be ok with not a perfect A since Rio would always comfort her and tell her that she’s already perfect. After about a month in of doing art dates every weekend, they finally finished their portraits. Both of them couldn't have been happier with the results and were excited to present them to the class. It was the night before the presentation, Rio couldn’t sleep and maybe she was a bit stoned. She couldn’t break some habits and weed was one of them. She walked all the way from her house to Agatha’s since she was missing her. She started knocking on Agatha’s window since luckily her house didn’t have stairs. Agatha’s light turned on and she slowly got up to see what the noise was. It was almost 3am and honestly she just wanted to go back to sleep.

As she opened the curtains, she was faced with a pretty stoned Rio who was pressing kisses into Agatha’s window. “Rio what the hell are you doing here?!” Agatha yell whispered to Rio, hoping not to wake her mother. “I missed my baby” Rio said, pouting at Agatha. “Oh my fucking god, of course you’re high. I should have known” Agatha says with a huff while helping Rio through her window. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m just so nervous for tomorrow” Rio said, clinging to Agatha. “It’s ok, let's just cuddle in bed. Text me before you do stuff like this” Agatha replied to Rio. She went to turn off the light and when she turned around Rio was already in bed doing grabby hands at Agatha. “Now, tell my what’s wrong Rio” she said while trying to cuddle Rio. “I mean I know we’re out but we haven’t like said much to people and like, uh, I don’t know. I’m just scared” Rio told Agatha, hiding her face in her chest. “Mmm, you never care what people say? I think there’s something else you’re not telling me” Agatha replied to Rio, looking down at Rio. “I mean, ya I guess there is something else. But now I feel you’re gonna hate me for saying it” said Rio, burying her head deeper. “Rio I won’t be upset, you can tell me anything” said Agatha, cupping Rio’s face to make her look at her. “I can’t, it’s not right” Rio said, tears forming in her eyes. “Rio, please. I wanted to hold off on this but, I-I love you” Agatha said, tears now forming in her eyes. “Oh baby, I love you too but I’m high. I wanted to say this sober” Rio told her, tears now streaming down her face. “Oh Rio, it’s okay. I know you meant it no matter what” Agatha replied, kissing her forehead. Rio looked back at Agatha in awe but then went in for an actual kiss. It was soft and tender, she expressed all her feelings of love for her in a single kiss. Agatha was taken aback by how emotion and love was in the kiss. After a while Agatha felt as if she couldn’t breathe and moved away from the kiss even though she didn’t want it to end. She opened her eyes to find Rio starring back at her and she couldn’t help but giggle.

The both started giggling and Rio couldn’t help herself from kissing up on Agatha’s neck. “I love you Agatha Harkness. You are a beauty that the world has never seen” said Rio, Holding on to her harder. “I love you too, Rio. You’re my angel, flung out of space” Agatha told her, kissing her shoulder. “Wow you really are lesbian, quoting Carol is kind of cringe” Rio said, leaning back to look at Agatha. “Hey! It was a good movie”Agatha interjected," smacking Rio’s butt. “Ow! Watch out I might start liking it” Rio said, giggling while looking at Agatha. “Shut up, we need to sleep. It’s still a school night you know” Agatha told Rio, turning to face the other way. “Sorry”Rio said, wrapping herself around Agatha. It was silent for a couple minutes but Rio couldn’t help herself. “Hey Agatha?” Rio questioned, seeing if her girlfriend was still awake. “Yes?” Agatha said with a groan. “I love you” said Rio, pressing a kiss into her back. “I love you too” Agatha said, taking one of Rio’s hand and kissing her palm.

When they awoke Rio was able to leave Agatha’s without her mother noticing. They made sure to wake up a bit earlier than usual so Rio would have time to walk back to her house and still get to school on time. Luckily both were able to get to school on time and even able to talk before. Agatha was at her locker, checking her schedule and switching out her textbooks until she felt a pair of arms come around her. “Hi baby” she said without even turning or looking back. “How do you know it was me and not someone trying to steal you?” Asked Rio, giving Agatha’s head a kiss. “ First of all we’re at school so why would anyone try and do that. Second, I can tell it's you cause you like to put all your weight on me so when you do that so it forces me to turn around and face you” she told Rio, still putting some books away. “I- well- ugh, I hate how you read me so well” Rio told her, kissing her shoulder. Agatha finally turns around after putting all her stuff away and closes her locker. “You'd be shocked how well you can read a person when they spend almost everyday with you and even sneak into your bedroom at night after a month together,” Agatha said, cupping Rio’s face and giving her a quick peck. “Oh by the way, I already set the pieces up in the art room so you don't have to grab them,” Rio said, giving Agatha a peck back. “Thank you sweetheart. I love you” Agatha said, giggling and kissing Rio again.”You're welcome, I love you too” Rio told her, giggling as well.

“Alright love birds break it up” Alice said, walking towards the couple. Rio couldn't help but hiss at Alice jokingly. “Anyways, just wanted to let y'all know my parents are out of town this weekend so I'll be having a party, bring whoever you want just don't make it a rager” she said, rolling her eyes at Rio. “Ooooo an Alice Wu-Guilver party, how exciting “ Rio said sarcastically. Agatha hit her arm in a joking way. “Sounds great Alice, we'll be there. Is it ok if I invite Wanda?” Agatha asked, pulling out her phone already. “Yeah, of course. Oh just warning though, I did invite Jen…” Alice said, unsure of how Agatha would react. “Honestly that's fine Alice. I'm kind of over the grudge we had on each other” Agatha said with a shrug. In reality what happened is that since Rio convinced her that she doesn't need to worry about grades as much as she used to, she lost the urge to beat Jen and was fine with the grades she was getting. Not to say her grades were getting drastically worse but she didn't always need a 100%, a 95% was just as good for her now. “Good for you Agatha, anyways I'm going to be heading to my locker, see you guys at lunch” Alice said as she waved goodbye to the couple. “I'm so proud of you baby, you've really matured,” Rio said, kissing Agatha's cheek. “Thank you sweetheart, I couldn't do it without you” Agatha replied with a smirk.

The bell rang , forcing the two to separate but they still headed to their art class holding hands. The two were last to present and honestly weren't sure how to present their pieces but Rio thought it was better to just say and explain it however they wanted since that technically is how the pieces got done. “I'm going to start this by giving a bit of a self explanation and honestly I don't care what any of you think about it but this is the truth of how we got these two pieces done. I, Rio Vidal have had a crush on Agatha Harkness since we started this class. The minute I heard we got paired for this project I was nervous to all hell but Agatha was nothing but nice to me. She invited me to her house and all I can say is from there we both realized our feelings and they have only been growing stronger. I feel that in these two pieces it shows that perfectly. These two were not just done by one of us but both of us. It shows how we both see each other with each other's views and styles melded into one. It shows the beauty we see in each and blocks out the imperfections we see in ourselves since our admiration for each other covers it.” Rio said, looking at her class of peers. She meant every word that she said and honestly didn't care what anyone thought of what she was saying, not even Agatha’s opinion mattered in this for her. All that mattered was the truth of what she was saying. “ I honestly poured all my emotions while working on these pieces and I couldn't have ever done it without Rio. She has helped me reach emotions that I never knew I would feel. Every time we would switch pieces I thought they looked prettier and prettier. Rio saw things in me I've never seen. I have never loved doing a piece more than these two” Agatha said, looking at Rio at the end. The class clapped and everyone was very supportive of the two. “That was absolutely lovely girls. I think everyone here can see the beauty of art and learn how to work with people. Amazing pieces girls, I can't wait for what's to come for the rest of the semester” said Miss Calderu, giving a smile and nod to the girls. The two sat in their seats while the rest of the class went through critiques, holding hands until the class ended.

Even though they no longer had to paint on the weekends that didn't mean that they had to stop their weekend dates. This time they both agreed to meet at Agatha's and get ready for Alice's party together. Wanda didn't mind since she wanted to spend more time with Vision anyways. Rio had yet to meet Agatha's mom despite being over almost every weekend now but Agatha said it was for the best. The relationship Agatha had with her mother wasn't the best and she was very unsupportive and homophobic when it came to Agatha's sexuality. She didn't necessarily keep Rio a secret but she never brought her up. Rio didn't mind since she understood Agatha's situation and if anything was always there whenever Agatha had to talk about her mom. Honestly the two getting together was more distracting than helpful. Currently they were on the bed, Rio straddling her with Agatha under so Rio could do her makeup. “ Baby close your eyes, I'm still not done” Rio said, reapplying eyeshadow to her brush. “ Riooooo, hurry up, by the time we finish the party is gonna be over “ Agatha whined, closing her eyes again. “It's just this and then I'm done” she told Agatha, just adding a bit more of black to the ends of her eyes. “There I'm done now” Rio said, putting down the products to kiss Agatha. “Finally, now I can get dressed” she said, kissing Rio back. Rio got up from Agatha to put on her own outfit as well. She decided to wear a black tank top with shredded blue jeans, she liked to always keep it casual especially since they were going to Alice's. Normally Alice's parties weren't really parties and were more hangouts with booze. Sure there was music and such but it was just people talking in her house, maybe some people in the pools but they never got crazy. “What do you think sweetheart?” Agatha asked Rio, waiting for her to turn around. When Rio turned she was stunned, Agatha was wearing a simple black dress with some tights but it was stunning in Rio’s eyes. “You look gorgeous, Agatha” Rio said, coming closer to hug her and kiss her. “ Thank you baby, I love you” Agatha said, cradling Rio's face. “Anytime sweetheart, I love you too” Rio told her with a giggle. “Did you pack the swim suit into your purse?” Rio asked, separating from the kiss to put on setting spray. “Yes, did you bring your’s?” She told Rio, reapplying on some lipstick. “Ya, it's in my car, are you ready to go?” Rio asked, taking off her carabiner. “Yeah, I'm all set” Agatha said, double checking she has everything in her purse. Rio went to the front door and held it open for Agatha. “After you, my lady” Rio said, looking over to Agatha. “Always the charmer” Agatha said, giving Rio a kiss on the cheek before heading out.

Drive over was fun with them blasting music and non stop flirting with each other. As they made it to Alice's place, they entered through her backyard gate and were greeted by their friends. Agatha and Rio got separated for a bit but the two always find each other eventually. Rio had already started smoking since she deemed parties and weekends her time to relax and be able to go back to her old vices. Agatha didn't mind since Rio was learning how to control herself and she would be lying to herself if she didn't find it somewhat sexy when Rio smoked. “Surprise, my lady” Rio said, handing Agatha a mike’s hard. “Thank you baby” she said, drinking the overly sugary drink. Agatha wasn't an innocent straight A student, she knew how to party when needed and if anything had a wild side to her. “Alice said they're gonna play seven minutes in heaven in the garage if you wanna go” Rio told her, lightly smacking her butt. “Ooooo ooh, interesting, I'm down” Agatha told Rio, taking a sip of her drink. “Come on then” Rio said, giggling and dragging Agatha to the garage. Agatha could help but giggle a bit herself, it reminded her of how she dragged Rio around her house when they hung out for the first time. “Alright Alice we're here, let's get this show on the road” Rio said, giving Agatha a kiss on the cheek. “ Of course you two would be apart of this” Jen said, rolling her eyes. “You're just jealous cause we match each other's freak” said Rio, definitely feeling the effects of the joint she smoked now. “Babe” Agatha groaned, knowing Rio was stoned or else she would have never said that. “Alright, well since we have everyone, let's start. So basically we'll spin this bottle and when it selects two people they go into the small bathroom we have in the garage. IF SOMEONE FEELS UNCOMFORTABLE RESPECT THEIR BOUNDARIES!” Alice yelled the last part, she learned from past parties that some people are assholes when it comes to boundaries. Everyone nodded in agreement and spun the bottle. The first couple selected was Agatha and Wanda unfortunately. The two spent the seven minutes just talking about their respected relationships and how the two have been happier. When the seven minutes were up the entire group booed knowing that the two literally only talked for seven minutes. Rio put her arm around Agatha and said “well get our turn baby”. Once again the bottle spun and unexpectedly went to Alice and Jen. The two have had a bit of tension between each and said fuck it once they were a minute or two in the bathroom. They were so into their kiss that they didn't even realize when the seven minutes were over, the door opened and everyone was shocked but Rio and Wanda. Rio knew Alice has had some underlying feelings about Jen for some while now and Wanda knew the same for Jen. “Look who's freaky now” Agatha said, a little bit tipsy from drinking two mike’s hard now. “Yeah yeah yeah,just spin the bottle” said Jen, sitting back down. Finally it had landed on Rio and Agatha. Once the two were inside the entire group was almost 100% positive that the two were going to fuck in there and groaned. “Well hello there stranger” Rio said, putting her hands on Agatha's waist. “Why hello there gorgeous” Agatha giggled, leaning into kiss Rio. “ After this do you wanna just chill in the pool? There's rarely anyone in the hot tub if you want to just relax in there” Rio asked, kissing Agatha's neck. “You wanna see me that badly in my swimsuit?” Agatha asked with a smirk. “I wouldn't be complaining, that's for sure” Rio said, continuing to kiss Agatha. “I wouldn't complain either if I got to see you in one too” Agatha told her, kissing her shoulder. “Come on let's go” Rio said, opening the door and dragging Agatha by her arm. “Hey! You guys still have like 3 minutes left!” Alice yelled. Rio hissed in response, not caring about the game any longer.

The two went back to Rio’s car and then to Alice's bathroom to change. When Rio saw Agatha she was completely taken aback by how good she looked. She knew her girlfriend was gorgeous but she's never seen her like this before. Agatha had, if not almost an exact reaction as Rio to seeing her in a bikini. “L-let’s head out ya, if not someone else is gonna take it” said Rio, dragging Agatha once again from her arm nervously. Just as Rio said earlier, no one was in the hot tub and at this point in the party there was barely anyone in the pool still. Agatha was the first one to get in and groaned as she entered. “Oh my god this feels so good” she said, sitting down in the hot tub. “I know right? That’s why I wanted you to try it out.” Rio said, putting her head on Agatha’s shoulder. “Thank you for tonight baby” Agatha said, kissing Rio’s head. “What’s the thanks for?” she said, looking up at Agatha. “For everything, for being so kind and nice to me. For always being there when I need you. Everything” Agatha told Rio, just above a whisper. “You don’t need to thank me for all that, I can say the same to you baby. You’ve helped me so much and helped me grow so much as a person” Rio said to Agatha, raising her hand to her lips and kissing her knuckles. They sat in comfortable silence for a bit, exchanging kisses here and there until eventually Agatha was tired and wanted to leave the party. Rio helped her out and got them towels to dry up. They both didn’t care about changing back into their regular clothes and thanked and said goodbyes to their friends except for Wanda. She was too busy playing seven minutes in heaven with Vision despite the fact they were way over seven minutes. The drive back to Agatha’s place was calm and was of little words but the entire time Agatha had her hand on top of Rio’s the whole way back. Agatha gave Rio some clothes that she could sleep in and they both peacefully went to bed in Agatha’s bedroom. “Hey Agatha?” Rio asked before she fell asleep in Agatha’s arms. “Hmm?” Agatha groaned, trying her best to stay awake. “I love you” Rio said, kissing Agatha’s head. “I love you too” She said, giving Rio’s hand a kiss. The two lovers went to sleep comfortably in each other’s braces. What they didn’t know before waking up the next day was that Agatha’s mom was arriving the next day.

Evanora never cared for Agatha and only had her in her eyes to have offspring in the future. When Evanora came back she was disgusted by the state the house was. Honestly it was cleaned and everything but in Evanora’s eyes it was always dirty. She arrived at 8 am and was upset by the fact her daughter wasn’t there to greet her. She put down all her luggage in her room and then marched over to Agatha’s room to discipline her on the importance of being there when she arrives back home. Instead of seeing a sleeping Agatha she was surprised to see her in bed with another woman as well, practically on top of her. Evanora knew about her daughter’s sexuality but refused to acknowledge it, she knew it had to be a phase. A disgusting phase that she will leave and marry a wealthy man and give her granddaughters. Instead however, at this moment she was face to face with the disgusting habit of Agatha Harkness.

#agatha x rio #fanfic #lesbian #sapphic #agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal #agathario #sapphic yearning #students au #jen x alice #jennifer kale #alice wu gulliver

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