#im sorry for adding so many tags it Will happen again

[namikawa]

— [the perfect host]

featuring: s. geto, s. gojo

cw: smut, implied threesome, cunnulingus, implied m/m, phone sex (?), daddy kink (ofc), established relationship (reader & gojo), fingering, fem reader, chubby reader, getting “caught” masturbating, use of the word cunt (sorry lol), aftercare, not proofread fr, anything else i forgot lolz, pet names (mama, baby, pretty, sweetheart, love). wc: n/a.

notes: this is actually a fic my friend wrote (never published) & i re did it with two diff characters & finished it for her cause she never did… so if yall like it GO TO HER BLOG ILL TAG HER. this wasn’t my og idea i just wrote the smut and tweaked & added. but enjoy pls, sorry i haven’t posted in so long life has beat me up. @nvmjccnluv !!!

“so explain to me why i’m watching her again, she seems completely capable of staying in your apartment alone yknow.” suguru questions over the phone. it’s not that he hates you, but what if he was busy? he wasn’t, but gojo didn’t need to know that, he didn’t even ask to be fair. quickly dropping you off after handing the long haired man a small bag of your things.

on the other end of the phone gojo lets out a huff of laughter. “had a few things to finish up, she gets too lonely when i leave her at home so i didn’t want her getting into things. you know how it is.”

“i actually don’t, but okay man.”

“anyway, she doesn’t like many people but she didn’t seem to mind you the last time we hung out, you seemed like a safe option.” gojo continues, sounding a bit strained.

“okay, whatever, fine.”

“where’s she at anyways? if she was with you she would’ve jumped your bones to get to the phone.”

walking toward the the closed door in the hallway, geto chuckles before reassuring his friend. “relax dude, she’s in the room taking a na- holy shit.”

-

“what happened??”

the dark haired man places his ear on the door to make sure he’s not hallucinating, not saying that he’s hoping to be.

muffled moans greet his ears, but not muffled enough evidently. no, you wanted him to hear. he would have to pass by your room anyways, given that you two would be sharing a wall for the night. but him being on the phone with your boyfriend was just a coincidence, an extremely embarrassing one.

he listens to your soft whines and high pitched whimpers for what feels like days, though its hasn’t even been half a minute, paying no mind to the man yelling at him on the phone.

“SUGURU? ANSWER ME! IS SHE OKAY? I SWEAR IF SOMETHING HAPPE-” at this point geto tries to think as hard as possible to come up with a lie that won’t get him killed by his friend.

snapping out of his daze, he finally gets enough courage to respond, “yeah um i’m pretty sure, maybe i’m wrong, i think she’s uh masturbating.”

“oh, oh okay” suguru can basically hear a smirk he knows all to well forming on gojos mouth. “don’t be a rude host, go help her out man.”

what the fuck is he talking about help you out? he can’t be understanding that this is his girlfriend he’s talking about, right? on top of that, shouldn’t he be asking you for consent as well.

“are you insane man? i know you’re into all that weird shit, but her? she’d probably kill me before i even got close to the bed and throw my dead body out of my own apartment.” as nice as it sounds he didn’t know if you’d be okay with any of this. he wasn’t going to just walk straight in, right?

there’s a loud howl that comes directly from the other end of the phone. “are you really being this much of a pussy right now? i’m giving you full permission to go help my girl out, and you wanna whine about how she might kill y-”

“shut the hell up man, i didn’t say anything about being a pussy.”

“alright, then there shouldn’t be an issue with you helping her out. don’t sit up on your high horse and act like you haven’t thought about it before, i know just how those perverted thoughts of yours work, don’t you rememb-”

“okay okay shut up satoru, im going.”

pushing open the door, the first thing geto notices is your hand rubbing lightly between your soft thighs and how your wetness soaks the bed, clear evidence of how needy you were. how long have you been at it?

gojo can hear you so clearly over the phone, he might as well be in the room with you, “shit, is that her pussy i’m hearing? whats it look like?” he questions, but unfortunately for him he receives no answer.

suguru is too busy enjoying the view and listening to the pathetic little sounds coming from your cunt. his sweatpants are slowly starting to fit a little tighter than before, but he doesn’t make any movements yet, just in case you don’t wanna play this little game.

almost immediately your soft eyes flutter open and lock into his, and he swears he just came in his pants.

“sugi, please, it hurts so much,” you whine out to him, desperate for his veiny hands on you. your own hand never seems to falter though, only moving in more erratic circles around your sensitive clit; while your other hand is busy touching your nipples, trying to get the most stimulation possible.

knowing that you were just as needy for him as he was for you made the man’s confidence peak. he gives you a light smile as he walks closer to the bed, softly sitting down next to you. he leans over you a bit, close enough to where you can smell the minty, almost overpowering, scent of his shampoo. half his hair loosely tied up in a bun, the other half falling past his shoulders as he looks down at you.

“something wrong, pretty? those fingers not doing enough for you, right? don’t ‘cha wanna wait for your boyfriend to come back so he can help you out, he’s on the phone you know.”

his soft hands begin to work at your thighs, but it seems like it’ll never be any more than that. continuing for a little longer, he presses the speaker button on his phone, handing it over to you as you pull away from your core.

“can you hear me, sweetheart?” gojo asks, now finally getting some time to speak to you after being ignored for so long. “i gave sugi permission to help you out, okay? does that sound alright to you?” he utilizes the small nickname you’d given his friend, innocently coercing you to be good.

you give a small “mmm” in agreement. then, opening your legs, you grab at suguru’s hand and place it between your thighs, just barely touching your cunt.

gojo continues, smiling to himself on the other side of the device. “‘kay. i’m gonna talk you through it, just so i know you’re treating my girl right. take two of your fingers and stuff it inside of her, she’ll clench up at first but just keep working at it and she’ll open up, okay? maybe if you do good, you can have something too.”

geto lets out an annoyed breath, short, but just long enough for gojo to catch it. he knows what that means. what’s even stopping him from fucking you in first place? it’s not like gojo would know. but as he looks into your pleading eyes he realizes he’d do anything to make sure you’re content and happy.. even if that means listening to satoru’s perverted requests.

his fingers slide down to rub at your clit just a bit, before burying his pointer and ring finger deep into your cunt, you clench so tight around him, it makes him feel like he’s dreaming the way your teeth suck at your bottom lip attempting to hide your whines.

“cmon pretty, open up for me. promise i’ll make you feel good, okay?”

a throaty whimper slides from between your lips as geto’s fingers work you open. “‘s good sugi, please like that more.” you scoot down a little more, chasing his fingers to get even just a little more stimulation.

“next you’re gonna press on her clit, just a little though she’s a sensitive little thing.” gojo groans out, it’s obvious he’s taken a break from his work to focus on… other things.

“yeah yeah, i know how to use my fingers, asshole.” suguru voices, clearly annoyed. although, he still abides by the instructions and moves his thumb to press on your clit just a tiny bit. your back arches away from his fingers almost immediately, like a natural instinct, he grabs your plush hips with his other hand, pulling you back down. “nuh uh, c’mere sweet girl, you wanted my help you’re gonna get it.”

his delicate fingers curve upward into you and you feel as if you’re floating on cloud nine, the way he flicks them at just the right speed while managing to hold you down and deepen his movements. it’s all too much for him you.

the sound of gojo’s voice breaks geto out of his daze, “fuck, i gotta go suguru. i know you’ll take care of her. i’m gonna have to cut this shit short, i’ll try to come back later tonight instead of tomorrow morning. love you guys, love you baby, be good for sugi okay?” geto’s eyes immediately flicker to yours, and you see just a little bit of what you think could be fear, or excitement, in his eyes.

“bye daddy, love you too.” you whine out, hearing a quick click before the call ends.

“daddy?” he questions. “knew he was into some shit, didn’t know you were too, sweet girl. you’re too pretty and innocent, or at least you put up a good act.” his fingers slide out of you as he snickers, not ignoring the way you pout at the loss of stimuli.

“nah, not gonna leave you here all needy don’t worry mama, just gonna do it my way, that sound good to you?” geto grabs you by your hips as you choke out a small “yea”, pushing you closer to the headboard of the bed. he fully removes his hair tie and throws all of it up into a bun, swiftly grabbing your underwear and pulling it off.

you look down at him as he crawls closer to you on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs and closing them around his head. you feel his fingers spread your cunt apart, licking a long stripe onto you. your body tenses up, and on instinct your hand finds its way into suguru’s hair, tugging lightly. his head perks up at you, smiling, but eventually just deciding to leave you be.

his tongue swipes over your clit, taking small breaths occasionally as he tastes your cunt. neither one of you know who this is really for at this point. he’s supposed to be ‘helping you’ but with the tent growing in his sweats he might as well be doing this for his own pleasure instead. you continue to take harsh pulls at his dark strands, so unfamiliar to you. mostly with satoru you opted for scratching at his shoulders or gripping at the sheets due to the length he kept his hair, but this, this was something you could get used to.

“sugi please, m so close, want it so bad, need you to make me cum.” you cry out, loving the way his nose rubs against your clit as he licks.

he doesn’t say anything, he can’t really, but you know he understands. he grips your thighs tighter, licking the same way as before, occasionally sucking at your clit, and before you know it you’re squirming all over his face as that familiar feeling rushes over you.

the only thing that suguru could make out of your cries were “thank you”, “so good”, and “daddy”? he wasn’t sure if you were calling him daddy or if you wanted gojo, but at this point it didn’t really matter to him. he pleased you and that’s all he needed to make him feel better.

as he lifted his head up from your pussy he could already tell how tired you were getting, he immediately grabbed you a change of clothes that gojo had packed and cleaned you up with a wet washcloth. “everything okay, mama? need anything?” your eyes strain open and you smile at the man standing above you, “i’m okay, thank you for your help. will you stay?” you could tell that he genuinely cared for you, and was worried he had done something wrong by the tone in his voice. him staying was more for him rather than yourself, not that you were complaining.

he pulled off his shirt as he crawled into bed next to you. grabbing his phone from the bedside table he saw that gojo had sent him a message.

“i’ll take care of you both when i’m back, cause i’m betting you didn’t take anything for yourself. see you both soon ;)”

suguru chuckled to himself at the message from his friend, looking down at you peacefully sleeping on his chest. maybe he could get used to something like this? but for now, he’s content.

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Ooh homestuck requests, how about a transfem Equius?

of course ^_^

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

aalgjfhdjkvghdkjgdhgjk i got blocked for my tags on the stede/iggy post WHOOPS

[yauchfilms]

so american ✢ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader

warnings: none; just some silly shit, some swearing, google translate dutch, max's home race is belgium and not the netherlands for timeline related reasons

summary: y/n is teasing way too many things at once…..can the fans keep up? 

author's note: this is NOT an original concept i am aware of this. but this hasn’t left my brain in days. i’ve got a very specific vision so let me cook. i know i haven't posted on here in over a year but i've returned an f1 fan. enjoy!

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yourname: i think i'm in love with montreal. sorry i’ve been so off the grid but i am Loving Life so hard. so much inspo in my life rn. will talk soon i promise. love u all bunches 🫶🏼🌷

ynsbestfriend: hey queen you have done it again!

-> yourname: ugh i love you so bad

user1: UM BAE WHOS THAT IN THE LAST SLIDE?

-> yourname: beats me! 

-> user1: i do not trust you. 

lilymhe: hiiiii pretty girl

-> yourname: stop im blushinggggg

user2: i fear she’s in her lover girl era 

-> user3: girl help im so fucking scared right now what’s happening

user4: so does any of this have to do with your story from yesterday??????

*liked by yourname.*

maxverstappen1 added to their story! 

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yourname: life's been a beach lately. clearly i've been loathing my time in spain ://///

user5: IS THAT MAX

-> user6: no bc it HAS to be

heidiberger_: Loved spending the week with you! 🤍

-> yourname: same!!!!!! let's do it again sometime 🥰

-> user6: NOT DANNY RIC'S GF COMMENTING?????? AND LILY MUNI HE ON HER LAST POST???????

user6: no bc even if her and max were dating and she's been traveling with him why have we not seen her in the paddock

-> user7: to throw us off our rhythm????

-> user8: what if they debut at his home race in spa ijbol

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tagged: maxverstappen1, redbullracing, and ynsbestfriend

yourname: hahaha felt like dropping 2 things at once on u guys LOLLLLLLLL. thank u to redbullracing, spagrandprix, and the city of spa for letting me and my friends crash the race the other week to film the “so american” music video, and to maxie for winning in ur home country. it was so fucking special to be there supporting u. i love u baby!

ps. another thank u to max for thinking i'm the funniest person in the world and making fun of my americanness for as long as i've known him (which is quite a while).

enjoy this tune guys. it's urs forever and i hope u love it as much as i love the person it's about 🫶🏼 🇧🇪 🇳🇱 TU DU DU DU!!!!!

user9: OH NMY GOD I FUCKING KNEW I SAW U IN THE GARAGE

ynsbestfriend: thanks for letting me third wheel mommy

-> yourname: no one else i'd rather drag along!!!

danielricciardo: Welcome to the family! Song's a banger although I can't believe it's actually about Max of all people 🤢 GROSS!!

-> yourname: jealousy is a disease danny.

user10: i actually cannot fathom this this is so me core

alexandramalsaintmleux: I am so glad to know you! Your happiness is everything 🩷

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maxverstappen1: Spent a week away in New England with my talented, gorgeous girl. Loved getting away and experiencing America through her eyes! Consider me an honorary American now! Also, stream “So American” wherever you choose. It's about me 😉 

yourname: does this mean i can stop hiding in the garage now???

landonorris: Happy for you mate! Love the song as well yourname 🤍

-> yourname: awe thank u lando 🥺 i got more to show u when i see u next!!!!!!

redbullracing: ❤️💙

user11: MAX IS IN HIS LOVER BOY ERA

danielricciardo: How many more times can you say American?

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yourname: nothing like celebrating the best 2 weeks of my life than showing my boy around ye olde stomping grounds #soamerican

liamlawson30: This is so American of him

-> yourname: like he fits in so well!

lydianight: u'll have him in the american flag board shorts in no time

-> yourname: baby steps :///

user11: she really is in her lover girl era 🥺

clairo: did you take him to the chipotle that is also a historic landmark downtown??

-> yourname: dude of COURSE i did. he said it was "interesting"

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[https-furina]

okay okay so, since im already on the angst train and i want to hurt myself today, hear me out:

you and your lover are out doing wtv and you're ambushed and then, naturally, you guys fight the enemies right?

okay so you get hurt and youre losing a lot of blood and your lover realizes this and is completely heartbroken bc you dont have much time, the wound is deep

so um yeah the reader dies in their lover's arms basically, with albedo, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao and kaeya

theres so many characters im curious abt so please take your time mwah

(ps: i will not pay anyone's therapy okay i need it myself, my condolaences for hurting you)

✎ i wasn't ready to say goodbye [various men - part one]

ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader

content: do i need to say angst? i'm so sorry. major death + blood warnings. implied that reader can handle a weapon in most of them - unspecified if reader is a vision holder. hurt with absolutely no comfort. semi-spoilers for scaramouche/wanderer's story (end of the sumeru archon quests.)

notes: we added aether last second in the discord bc we summoned aki ( @kazumist - aly wanted you tagged ) some of them are awful and ooc i'm so sorry - officially managed this in just over 24 hours!

albedo treasures you more than he cares to admit verbally. it shows in all of his acts of love through physical means, lingering touches and making sure you're warm whenever you visit him on dragonspine. he hates you visiting him as much as he loves you - it's merely because it puts you in extreme danger every time. there's the temperatures, the wildlife, the lack of oxygen and of course, there's the monsters lurking around every corner of the inhabited mountain.

as the chief alchemist for the knights of favonius, there's always a warrant for albedo's life one way or another. the fatui are eager to stop his research - or steal it, maybe both.

there's a silence except for the howling winds that circle the snowy mountain. you're struggling to breathe, to get the sharp air into your lungs as you lowered your sword slowly. not far away, your boyfriend is finishing off the final fatui soldier, blood splattering onto his sleeve before he turns to face you. is it just you or does albedo look even more beautiful right now? you furrow your brows in confusion. albedo looks like he's seen a ghost, colour flushing from his face when he rushes forward. your knees give way under you and he barely manages to catch you in his arms, kneeling as he lets you lay against him. "bedo, love?" you mumble, unsure as to what's happening. you can hear the roar of your blood in your ears, your heart is beating whilst the adrenaline still pumps through your body. albedo hushes you softly, pupils dilated when he looks at your wound. "h-how do you feel?" his voice cracks when he asks the question, a gloved hand applying pressure to your side. you wince, the adrenaline is starting to fade and you feel faint. there's a cold sweat glistening on your forehead when you look down at where albedo's hand is, seeing the blood seep through your clothing. it's albedo's turn to watch your expression drop, your world starting to spin and mix together when the adrenaline is gone and you're aware of what happened. it feels as if there's a lump in your throat but when you try to cough it up, only blood spills in a small trickle out of your mouth. "love-" there's another cough, the blood is running down your jaw as albedo's hands start to shake. he has no means of saving you out here, you're nowhere near camp and he can't leave you here while he gets help, "i want to go home..." your voice is weak, trailing off and albedo isn't sure if he should let the tears brinking his ocean coloured eyes fall as your breaths become raspy. chapped lips open and close, trying to find the words to reply to you but all he can muster is a weak "we're going home, dear" when your chest ceases to rise again. his breathing is jagged, clutching you close to him as if you’ll disappear for good when he lets go.

aether clings to you like ivy to a brick building. you give him hope in this search for his twin sister - one he's beginning to think is failing, day by day. you reassure him, that bright smile and sparkling eyes setting him on the right path. he's certain he would have gave up ages ago if it wasn't for you. but aether realises that he is constantly in danger. you love to adventure with, crossing the rolling hills of mondstadt and gawking at the grand mountain peaks of liyue that pierce through clouds.

it was only so long before he faced the repercussions for so willingly letting you travel with him, tearing his hope away in the blink of an eye.

"a-aether?" your voice is wavering, aether is confused. you've been travelling with him for so long now, what could possibly have scared you about some hilichurls? but he turns to face you, blade at the ready - ready to protect you. his eyes fall on the arrow lodged in your chest, your eyes wide in fear as you stare at him in panic. it was already too late to protect you, he'd failed himself. aether drops the sword in his hand, paying no mind to how it clutters on the gravel below you both when he's rushing forward to ease you to the ground. you're stable - awake but for how long? you're in shock, it's going to fade and you'll succumb to the blood reddening your attire. aether swears lightly under his breath, unable to look you in the eyes out of pure guilt; this was his fault, he hadn't protected you. now not only had he lost his sister, he'd lost his partner too. "it hurts to breathe," you mumble, your eyelashes are fluttering gently. the sun behind aether is starting to burn at your eyes, "aether why are you crying?" the blond isn't even aware of the salty tears that glisten in the sunlight when they roll down his cheeks, dripping off his jaw and onto your shoulder where aether has laid your head onto his lap. it's comfortable, just as it always is. on days where you needed a break from walking, aether would often let you lay like this under a nearby tree. the thought makes aether choke out a sob. you smile sadly. "you can't leave me too," your hand cups his cheek, thumb weakly stroking at the tearstained skin when he hiccups, "no, this isn't fair." there isn't civilisation for days and he can't keep the arrow lodged in your chest nor does he have the means of stopping the blood if he pulls it out. aether is at a loss, unable to do anything while he watches the damage done to you internally take you from him beneath his own hands. "hey, you'll find her." you sound so certain, just as you always do and aether watches that positive spark die from your eyes when your breaths turn to rasps and he finds himself yelling at your body - at the sky, at anybody! he yells and yells, hoping someone listens to his cries for you to wake up. wake up, please.

heizou believes that of all the cases he's cracked, you're his favourite. he's read every line written into your skin as you age, the blemishes that litter your body and tell tales untold. you were his favourite mystery but now he had you like a stained glass window, beautiful and on display. although as a detective, heizou has destroyed many more lives than he is keen to admit. his suspects have families - lives, presumably before he has them in jail or worse, life sentence.

their families are hurt, angrily in denial that their own blood could commit such vile atrocities. heizou took something precious from them, what was stopping them from doing the same to him in an act of revenge?

heizou is more than used to his routine of coming home to you, being able to drown in the comfort of your arms after a long day of work. he's disturbed by the front door being open but albeit it's the peak of summer in inazuma, the humidity is drowning you, especially if you're not native to the islands. you're not quick to greet them when he steps in however, in fact he can't even see you. the house is untouched but the silence is deafening. "i'm home," heizou calls out, brows knitting together when he doesn't hear you chime his name back excitedly, "love?" the silence is killing heizou, it's unlike you at all but then he hears it, the meek sound of you calling his name out back. it sounds like you're in the bedroom and with a relieved smile, heizou finds himself heading to find you. but verdant eyes fall on the red smeared on the walls, staining the bedsheets and pooling around you. the relief is gone and his body is tense with dread as he drops the case files he'd been holding, quick to kneel with you and hug you close when you reach for him. "what happened?" his voice is panicked, he's barely breathing when he feels your blood soak through his clothes. he's searching you for your wound, shaking, "love, answer me." your chapped lips open but nothing seems to come out, you feel cold to the touch and all you can do is stare up at heizou. you knew the moment you was attacked that this was it for you but your biggest fear wasn't death, it was heizou. it was your witty detective, keen and full of intuition that he prides himself in; it was whether you'd see him one last time before your heart put in its final beat. heizou doesn't take your inability to speak lightly, letting out a flurry of curses that makes your brows furrow in distaste. you wasn't fond of him swearing when he got stressed but as you watch a tear fall down his cheek, you know you can't argue about his tongue anymore. he has every right to be mad when your bloody hand reaches up for him, the warm palm of his hand quick to grab your hand and coat his fingers. "i love you," you mumble, raspy and heizou is quick to shake his head - conserve your energy, "don't cry please." "you're not allowed to leave me," he chokes out, his lower lip tugged between his lips as his spare hand presses on your wound to try stop the bleeding. you wince but heizou doesn't lighten the pressure in fear, "i'll find who did this." your lips curl up at his words and heizou leans to press a kiss to your forehead, which is clammy and covered in a light sheen. by the time he pulls away, he's the only one left breathing in the room. heizou's shaking hands cup your cheeks, eyes darting around the room when he doesn't quite know what to do. he's used to this - the blood, the smell, the touch of a lifeless body but not when it's you. not when it's the love of his life. he wails in anguish, the taste in his mouth bitter when he swears revenge on whoever took you from him.

kazuha took his time warming up to you when you first met. you didn't blame him, you'd heard the tale of his late friend from captain beidou when you first came onboard the alcor. but your patience with him warmed his heart quicker than expected, leaving you inseparable as you travelled with the crew. even on land, kazuha was joined to your hip. he claimed he was there to protect you and that excuse expanded tenfold when you started dating.

he should have never taken his eyes off you, simply searching for firewood shouldn't have consequences like this.

when the last treasure hoarder falls limp to the dusty ground, kazuha finds himself enveloping you in his arms, eyes frantically scanning your face for signs of pain. you're unresponsive, eyelashes shut but your breathing is shallow while your body fights the unexpected blood loss. "fuck," he whispers, much out of his comfort zone when he's trying to find exactly where your wound is. your blood is staining his skin, getting under his nails where it'll haunt and remind him of what happened for weeks, "y/n? love?" your brows knit as if you can hear him but he's unsure if you're just reacting to the pain. your body is most likely in shock and kazuha is running out of time before the shock fades and you're left in excruciating pain until your last breath. the thought makes kazuha feel sick. he was gone for at least ten minutes, how did he lose you so quickly? he shouldn't have told you to stay at camp by yourself. you'd offered to go with him but kazuha trusted you'd be safe without him, even just for a few minutes. his face turns sour at his own thoughts. how foolish had he been to think you'd have been safe without him? "i-i love you," he stutters out, voice cracking as he presses a kiss to your head, burying his nose in your hair when he tries to blanket himself in your scent - begging to the archons that he'll wake up in bed, "come on, let's go back to the alcor, beidou will get help." he's speaking to you in the softest of tones, his voice hushed as to not disturb the silence of the countryside - or attract more unwanted attention. carefully, kazuha raises himself to his feet with you in his arms. he sees tomo in you for a moment, forcing himself to swallow when there's a suffocating lump in his throat. by the time kazuha has stumbled back to the alcor, beidou rushing over with her face void of colour, your heart is no longer thudding against your ribcage. kazuha will never again hear your heartbeat when he lays his head on your chest or feel your pulse in your wrist when he grabs hold of you.

wanderer figured it was foolish to fall in love after all he'd gone through. what was love when you've been betrayed so many times before? when the archons have so harshly ripped the ones you love away from you? he likes to scowl and shun the premise of love until he met you, an adventurer from the guild assisting in vahumana darshan commissions. you would stubbornly strike conversations up with him, following him as he walked away until he finally caved and would reply.

was it foolish to fall in love or rather was it foolish to place his fragile trust back in the hands of the archons?

his ears are ringing, was mawtiyima forest always this loud? no, it's not even loud - it's silent. the silence is buzzing in his ears, driving him insane as he watches you cough blood onto the dirt. you'd been tasked with clearing out the treasure hoarder camp within the glowing forest - but wanderer isn't stupid. to let you do that alone? he'd be a mad man. but now he isn't too sure if he should have tagged along. would it have hurt him less to find out you'd passed away out on a commission through the guild? or is it hurting less to watch as you splatter that precious red that you humans rely on all over the ground? wanderer finds himself barely able to utter a word. that's rare, he usually has something to say in that stark, rude tone he never explicitly dropped. it made him cold, it stopped people approaching and getting close. why didn't it work against you? "w-why are you looking at me like that?" you croak out, pupils dilated and staring at him in concern. he's as pale as the snow on dragonspine but the tip of his nose is a pink hue as tears well up and sting at his widened eyes. he's not crying, he refuses to cry - he puts it down to not having blinked for a while. so he blinks but you're still hunched over, impaled by a polearm before him. he finally moves forward, kneeling carefully to the side of you as you let out a choked sob, your hands gripping his cold ones tight in yours. he's confused, what did he do to deserve it this time? he didn't ask for this existence in the first place. cursing under his breath, his eyes land on your sword on the floor. it's worn, getting dull and wanderer questions if you was unable to protect yourself properly. no. he didn't protect you properly and the archons saw an opportunity, another jab at his curse of an existence. his eyes dart between you and the blade, then the polearm that isn't welcome where it is. you wince, hiccuping as you wail into the silence of mawtiyima forest. your vision is falling hazy in between the blur of your tears and you're struggling to keep your eyes on your boyfriend's familiar face. "no, no, no - don't go," wanderer panics. it's the first thing he's said since he offered to join you on this commission, "don't leave me, not you too." you let out a sad laugh, coughing blood once more as your breaths get shorter with every one you take. wanderer feels sick, the tears are falling down his cheeks and he can't deny them anymore. there's a last breath, raspy and suffocating before your body falls forward into his arms, limp like a doll. wanderer screams out into the night, hands clutching at the guild's uniform you would proudly wear. how many more times was he going to witness someone getting hastily robbed from him?

xiao keeps his distance, even as your beloved boyfriend that you struggle to be away from for extended periods. you were stubborn, believing he didn't have to succumb to his karma as an adeptus. no matter how much he would shuffle away, he could guarantee you would shuffle after him until he no longer moved away. you still gave him his space - you knew you could find him at wangshu inn.

or if you really needed him, in the midst of the night for a multitude of reasons, you could say his name.

there's a lump in xiao's throat, what the fuck happened? one moment he knows he hears your hurried screams of his name, there's a shrill panic in your tone and he's alert in seconds. he thought you was perhaps in danger but when golden eyes see how you're leaning back on a tree, blood soaking your shirt - and your blade, he realises the danger is gone. and in all of your stubbornness, you had defeated the danger alone but put your life on the line as a result. you smile at him weakly, his footsteps silent as he rushes over to your side. "i got it, don't worry, love." you sigh, tilting your head back on the bark. xiao scowls, you're losing consciousness from the blood now, it's starting to pool beneath you and run down the cracks of the bark behind you. this isn't a minor injury and yet you hadn't called for him sooner? "we need to get you out of here - morax- zhongli- he can help," he barely breathes in between his words, swallowing at the tight feeling in his throat when your eyes are closing, "keep your eyes open, please." his beg falls short of no one's ears other than his own and the stars above. xiao stops breathing himself, holding his breath when he hurries to press the pads of his fingers to your neck, your wrist, anywhere he can try find a pulse. but there's nothing, your body is still warm and xiao pulls you flush to his chest when tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "keep.. them open. please." he repeats in a whisper, nudging his nose against your head as he buries his face into your hair. he's begging in hushed whispers, words disappearing into the strands of your hair in silent prayers.

kaeya was the one who chased you first, lisa's darling library assistant. he'd never spent so much time in the library in his life, other than crepus' own library at the winery but he wasn't much fond of that collection. he isn't much fond of the knights' collection either, reading the same book every day. jean occasionally entrusts you to handle matters in the valleys of mondstadt, to which kaeya is quick to always interfere and say that he'll go with you.

history will always repeat itself until the lesson is learned and an innocent soul has to face the reality.

thunder booms over head, followed by a distant crack of lightning that illuminates the dark sky above mondstadt. kaeya is stood, motionless as he looks at you. his eyes are distant, there's a vacant look about him when the blood is running down your bare legs and mixing with the rain. you're both soaked but your clothes are staining red where a mitachurl's axe caught you in the side. the blood is coming quick and heavy, there isn't time for kaeya to get you back to the city. this scene is familiar when you fall to your knees in the mud, hands holding at your side for pressure. suddenly, your hair is a bright shade of red. is kaeya about to stand and do nothing for a second time, when history is repeating himself right in front of his very own eyes? he swallows but it's difficult, rushing to your side. you're losing consciousness but your eyes are scanning his face. the sun kissed skin, the worn leather eyepatch and his messy blue ponytail that now looks like waterfalls cascading around his face. you smile at the thought. you should visit the waterfalls of mondstadt when the weather picks up so you can gawk at them. "baby?" it comes out of his mouth, barely audible above the rain, "say something - are you okay?" you almost throw back a playful retort but your vision is darkening around the edges and you're grasping to what sight you have left to look at kaeya. your vision blurs when tears threaten to spill - are you scared? you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. kaeya's gloved hands cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "stay with me, love, i can't lose you," kaeya's frantic and his words are jumbling when he panics, "we'll stop the bleeding and take you to sister barbara-" kaeya pauses when he notices you haven't blinked despite the rain falling onto your face when he pulls his forehead away. there's a distant look in your eyes, the light has faded and he can't feel the hot, struggled breaths you was taking against his skin anymore. a flurry of angered swears leave his lips and he's careful when he carries you bridal style to the dawn winery. it's the first place he thinks to take you, back to his brother who can't bear to see kaeya stood in the rain again with blood drenching his clothes from the long walk to the winery's front door.

© https-heizou 2023.

[chrisevansonly]

𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯social media au

✯lando norris x female reader

✯a florist and an f1 driver, shall we say perfect match?

✯not requested just a cute idea i had<3

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nothing makes me happier than getting to spend all day doing what I love in a shop I created 2 years ago today. happy birthday to my baby🩷

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username that flower crown?!

>y/ninstagram right?! only took me 2 hours 😅

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username LANDO?!

username wait i recognize that flower crown!!!

maxfewtrell yeah lots of rest happened for sure

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>y/ninstagram it was different, number 4 for mclaren did pretty well

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lando really didn’t understand the whole ‘soft launch thing’ very well, but i will say it makes me happy that i can share our love with the world….you are truly special to me in so many ways lan❤️

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landonorris i love you so much though 😁🩷

>y/ninstagram yeah yeah i love you too silly boy🩷

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y/ninstagram i love you so much lan

y/ninstagram you’re favourite person in the whole world❤️

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>y/ninstagram you weren’t saying that when you asked for the most INTRICATE bouquet yesterday 🤔

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[lvrsparadise]

can you do one where reader has a bad day and is trying to detangle her hair but is just being super rough and carless and matt notices and brushes her hair for her?

like a matt x reader fluffy type thing! (idk if this makes sense im sorry!!)

Hi lovely anon! It does make sense and I hope this is what you meant!

'CAN YOU?' - M.S

Synopsis - "Baby, are you struggling?" "Yes. Can you help me."

Warnings! - Stress, profanity, tears of frustration, I think that's all actually. This is short btw.

A/N - I got school tomorrow. So here's what's going to happen, I'm going to start writing as much as I can, and then like add them all to queue so that they post while I'm at school. Anywho, enjoy !

I sigh in frustration as I attempt to run the brush through my tangled mess of hair again.

At this point, with how many tries and how long I've been standing in Matt's bathroom trying to brush my hair, tears have formed in my eyes.

I let out a groan and sob at the same time and drop the brush in the sink, the plastic of the brush clanging against the porcelain.

I hear a knock at the door before it cracks open and Matt pokes his head in.

"Everything alright sweet girl?"

I sigh and shake my head, sniffling and wiping away a few stray tears."

I pick the brush back up and try to brush my hair again but struggle even more than the attempts from before.

He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him and places his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to face him.

"Baby, are you struggling?"

I nod my head and sniffle.

"Yes. Can you help me." I mumble as he grabs the brush from my hand.

"Of course pretty girl." He smiles and turns me back around to face the mirror before he starts to gently card the brush through my hair.

After he's gotten all of the knots out, he presses a kiss to my shoulder and puts the brush down.

"Feel better?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Anytime babe."

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[jedi-enthusiast]

My [ongoing] CodyWan Fic Masterlist

Hello! Sorry that this post is a little late, as I said in another post, I've been busy and it kinda got sidetracked--but it's here now!

This rec list isn't gonna be as long as the other one, since I haven't really had time to get into new fics (life stuff + the work of writing my own fic), but there a still a good chunk of them + a couple are series.

They're gonna be separated into "Ongoing" and "Abandoned" so that way you know what you're getting into and I'll put more info in the description--and yes, I'm recommending a couple abandoned works because I think they're still good and maybe with enough support the authors will decide to continue. Either way, they're good fics.

Ongoing

shoulder the sky by @shootingstarpilot

Have I already recced this series? Yes. Am I still reccing it again? Also yes.

I seriously cannot rave enough about how awesome and well done this fic is, and no amount of me harping on it will ever do it thejustice it deserves. This fic has made me laugh, cry, get really pissed at the characters, and it has me waiting (im)patiently for every update--like, every single day I check Ao3 and it's just to check if this fic has updated.

It handles Jedi and Clone culture beautifully and adds in so much interesting world building, it perfectly balances out the fluff with the angst, it handles grief and PTSD very well, and so many other things! The author is also honestly just very sweet and even takes time out of his day to reply to as many comments as possible (which is insane, because there are always like 70+ comments on every chapter).

The Emperor and His Mandalorian by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67)

Technically I think this would be considered finished, but the author has added a new work to the series every couple months since I found it, so I'm adding it here just in case.

It's a Sith!Obi-Wan AU where Obi-Wan kicks Palpatine's ass and becomes Emperor and marries Cody, son of Manda'lor Jango Fett, as an agreement when Mandalore surrenders to him. I honestly really like how this fic handles Obi-Wan as a Sith and how that affects his actions and relationships with others, as well as Cody being a sort of "balance" for Obi-Wan's dark tendencies.

I'm not even a big fan of Sith!Obi-Wan fics, but this series is the one that got me to start reading some of them--so it definitely comes recommended!

no one left to sing to by slotmachines_fearofgod

This fic is a really interesting take on what would happen in TCW if Cody took more of an active role in the story. I love the author's take on Cody's character and how both his duty to his brothers and all the Kamino bullshit effects how Cody handles Obi-Wan and his feelings towards him.

Also the ending of the most recent update had me screaming and crying at my computer.

The art of living anyway by Itstwointhemorningwhyamiawake

A "Rex is Force-sensitive" fic that follows Cody and Obi-Wan's relationship as well. This fic is pretty new, so I don't really know where it's going, but the first two chapters have been amazing so far!

Abandoned

the sun is just a star by clementines_and_colorful_things

It's hard to give this fic a description that does it justice, but it's honestly really really good. It's basically a slow burn that follows Obi-Wan and Cody through TCW and, according to the tags, would eventually lead to Order 66 happening differently than in RotS.

More Than Blood by generalekenobi

Where Order 66 happens a bit differently and Cody and Obi-Wan end up on the run with baby Luke and Leia, having to masquerade as a Mandalorian couple to do so (uh-huh, yep, totally fake--them have feelings for each other? never).

I really love how this fic gives Cody agency and lets him go "no, we're not doing that, try again" and actually effect the story's outcome. It makes the story a lot more interesting and adds to the dynamic between Cody and Obi-Wan--both relationship-wise and in their newfound mission in taking care of the twins.

I Can Barely Recall (but it's all coming back to me now) by Shortcuts_make_long_delays

Ok, so I don't know if this fic is abandoned or just taking a while to update, so I just put it here--just be aware of that.

This is a Modern!AU where Cody and Obi-Wan used to date, but broke up due to something that keeps being hinted at but not overtly stated (and fuck, I just wanna know what happened! It's killing me!), and now Cody meets his ex "Ben" again when he turns out to be Obi-Wan, Anakin's older brother.

This fic is really interesting and well written and, like I said before, I really just want to know wtf the accident is--the suspense is killing me! Ahhhhhh!

Honorable Mention

An honorable mention for Not This Crude Matter by thebitterbeast

This fic was gonna be apart of the "ongoing" section, but the final part was posted like right after I posted my finished CodyWan rec list.

This series isn't just centered around Cody and Obi-Wan, but I still think it handles their relationship--and other relationships--beautifully. It centers mainly around Jedi culture and it's honestly one of my favorite takes on it. I can't recommend this series enough!

[smicksstuff]

YN and Mason had a secret relationship. You guys haven't made it public just yet, however, a slip from a buddy changed everything.

tis’ the season

mason mount x leclercsister!reader

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yn_leclerc 14 days to christmas

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masonmount🎄❤️

alex_albon cutting it close this year eh

yn_leclerc im sorry i was busy 😩

lorenzotl looking good yn!!

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moneymase is that who i think it is?

chelseaboys there is no way mason would date her. who even is she?

moneymase mate there is no need to be rude about it. you don't even know them.

isahernaez you made gingerbread houses without me? 😔

yn_leclerc sorry babes🥺

arthur_leclerc the gingerbread house looks good im coming to steal it

yn_leclerc stay away from it 😠

arthur_leclerc NO 😈

pierregasly hmm are we just ignoring the obvious here

yn_leclerc go away pierre

charles_leclerc @yn_leclerc dont be rude

yn_leclerc 😝

masonmount

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masonmount its that time of the year again ✨

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declanrice cute 😍

jackgrealish I thought yn knew how to ice skate

yn_leclerc JACKKKKKK

jackgrealish oh shit my bad. it was bound to happen.

landonorris FINALLLY!!

landonorris no more secrets. i hate them.

charles_leclerc YOU GUYS ARE DATING?

yn_leclerc stop being annoying you knew about it

arthur_leclerc im telling maman

yn_leclerc OMG @lorenzotl HELPPP

judebellingham my favourites! 🔥

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princemason mason mount + y/n leclerc = matchmade in heaven

chelseafans doesn’t she have enough already. why does she need mason too?? bet you she has no clue about football

moneymase mate if you dont like it, just leave.

benchillwell finally!! my favourite duo. 😍

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masonmount

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masonmount santa knew what was on my wishlist this year ❤️

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yn_leclerc love you ❤️

georgerussell63 merry christmas 🎄

jackgrealish oh god not the cheesy christmas photos 😫

masonmount you did this to yourself mate

yn_leclerc this is just the beginning @jackgrealish 💋😉

philfoden stunning as ever

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pascale.leclerc.355 my 2 babies

arthur_leclerc uhh maman what about me

charles_leclerc and me too

yn_leclerc 🫢🫢🫢

kaihavertz29 Fröhliche Weihnachten ❤️

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yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc you + me under the mistletoe ❤️

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judebellingham ❤️❤️❤️

masonmount my 👸

charles_leclerc WHAT MISTLETOE ? NO NO NO

yn_leclerc 🫢

sophiaamelia my babygirl is all grown up 🥺❤️

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jackgrealish yn looking amazing as ever 😝

masonmount hey stop hitting on my girl

yn_leclerc OH NO JACKK what did you do?

jackgrealish 💁🏼

arthur_leclerc to many many more christmases like this ❤️

lorezotl yes many many more

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isahernaez just wait till C and I arrive 🤩

carlossainz55 im in a party mood. and I'm bringing my kid with me 🥳

landonorris who is the kid?

isahernaez who else?

landonorris just checking 😊

sebastianvettel merry christmas leclerc family. see you guys soon ❤️🎄

yn_leclerc danke seb. cant wait! ❤️

sharlleclerc OMG is it another seb and charles christmas?

danielricciardo where is my invite? 🤔

yn_leclerc but you are in kangaroo land

danielricciardo yea thats right atleast im not freezing my bum off

yn_leclerc come back here

danielricciardo when the sun is back

mickschumacher credits ??

yn_leclerc all hail resident photographer micky 🙆🏼‍♀️ love ya ❤️

gina_schumacher technically i took some pictures so why does only mick get the thanks

yn_leclerc love you gina!!! thank you schumachers ❤️

all pictures are from pinterest.

[compacflt]

hey! i was just going through your blog, and i saw a post about ice&carole and mav&goose. i looked a bit more but i couldn't find a post about your take on mav and goose's relationship, so i wanted to ask what it was. if you have answered this, i'm sorry about asking you again. imo i think what they had was wayy deeper than friendship but complex and probably not romantic, but again, i just wanted to know your thoughts on it.

thank you! and this blog has probably been one of the best finds i have ever come across on tumblr, i'll be sad to see you go.

yeah, i was really trying to be suave and subtle and mysterious about it with this parallel

like, you should be able to figure it out for yourself.

but luckily for you i looooove beating dead horses. to a problematic degree.

the full story of my vision of mavgoose (moose?) is in the completed draft of the extras that are coming out on Saturday. about halfway through. But i want to bring it back to the internal craft-of-writing debate i brought up yesterday—my inability to summarize, or to cut superfluous sections that don’t really matter.

I’ll stick it under the cut for spoiler reasons, but i wanna show the simple first draft of this scene versus the complicated, heavier final draft. And I want to ask any of you, if you’re interested—as a reader, which is more impactful? which should i end up publishing?

the simple first draft:

then i kept turning it in my head thinking of different ways to edit it to say something slightly different, to get a little more specific, coming up with things to add, and ended up adding like five extra paragraphs. which is this:

about 1/4 of the final draft (by which i mean, this is about 1/4 of the whole final discussion scene, but the goosemav-specific content only goes on for about another graf [omitted bc spoilers]):

(so to answer your ask explicitly, i actually don’t think they were anything deeper than good friends. imo there’s no evidence that they were anything deeper than good friends, especially with maverick blowing goose/goose’s wishes off soooo many times [‘she’s lost that lovin feelin;’ volleyball; refusing to do the responsible thing at least twice even after goose tells him it puts his & his family’s livelihoods at risk…bro all he does is blow off goose]. see me bitching in the tags for more on this)

obviously in my head the complicated in-depth version ⬆️ is the True version, the version of events that really Happened. i think the writing is in some spots much more compelling. But it just doesn’t make for a particularly good reading experience when it’s surrounded by like 3/4 pages of other discussion of history! sometimes too much of (what i think is) a good thing turns that good thing bad! & this is a major keystone dynamic of my whole series so i just want to get it right, for my own peace of mind. I guess im asking you to be the harsh editor i wish i had sometimes, if ur interested in doing so—this is genuinely a major major problem i have with my writing, i can’t ever just leave well enough alone 😭 please let me know if simpler is better/less is more in this case! do i publish the short vague “the reader fills in the blanks” version or the long boring “here’s EXACTLY how i see it” version?

[moonlightpirate]

Chapter one: The Bounty

Okay here is Chapter one of my one piece fic! Sorry it has taken so long!!! Feedback always welcome! The title is mostly self explanatory for what happens in the chapter so I'll let it do the talking for you :) again I've only watched live action so im basing my fic off of that 😅 it starts at the end of season one of live action where you see mihawk and shanks in the cove like area after mihawk has given shanks luffys bounty. Im having mihawk have one too many drinks to celebrate it and pass out with shanks

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @nikki-is-a-nerd @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @khaleesihavilliard @dclore22 @99point9percentwhump

Ao3

Masterlist

You sighed in frustration as you trudged along the beach, anger coursing through your body. The whole morning was a blur, and honestly, you weren't entirely sure how you ended up on this beach to begin with. After several minutes you decide to stop and gather your bearings. You place your hands on your hips and look around realizing that it is hot in the sun and you are totally exposed on this beach. Just ahead, you couldn't tell if it was a cave or a cove, but regardless, it looked like a great place to lay low while you came up with a plan and to get out of the burning sun for a little bit. As you made your way over, and started to get closer, you realized it was indeed a cove, and to your dismay, it wasn't unoccupied. 

"Hey, is that y/n?" An all too familiar voice called out to you. 

You put your hand on your sword as you slowly approached the group of men that were scattered around the cove. Once you got closer to the men you started to recognize the faces of the men. Sighing in relief that it was members of Shanks crew, you removed your hand from your sword and relaxed as you made your way over to Yassop and Benn, your eyes searching the cove looking for Shanks. 

"Yassop, Benn, guys how have you been?" You put on your biggest fake grin trying to appear okay. 

Your eyes landed on a familiar figure laying on the ground, and your fake smile faded. It was Mihawk, who of course was laying oddly close to Shanks.

"Shanks has had us just relaxing recently. Haven't been up to the adventures like you have been. We were just about to cook up some fish for breakfast. Do you want to join us while you wait for Shanks and Mihawk to wake? You can tell us about your adventures." Benn inquired, clearly noticing your face.

After a moment of staring at Mihawk in disbelief you finally look back up at Benn and Yassop, "Actually no I shouldn’t stay.....but I do have something I would love for you to give them when they do wake.".

You reach into your coat pocket and pull out a thin, rolled up piece of paper, and hand it over to Benn. 

"If this is about Luffy, don't worry, Shanks already knows. Mihawk brought us his bounty paper last night." Benn assured you.

"Oh....really.....is that so? Well, as much as I do wish, that was Luffy's wanted poster. I'm fairly certain that it is the wanted poster of someone that both Shanks and Mihawk will find much more intriguing than Luffy or so I can hope anyways. But really, I should be going, sorry to have disturbed you. Have a great day." You reply snarkily with a malicious grin on your face.

Before any other member of the crew can stop you or even respond, much less wake Shanks up, you turn on your heel and swiftly storm out of the cove. Once you're sure you're far enough away, you collapse in the sand and start to sob, feeling the weight of everything that was happening to you breaking your heart. 

Not long after you had left, Mihawk sat straight up, his eyes searching around the cove as if he was looking for someone, "Mi amor,” He whispered to himself, closing his eyes he knew he felt your presence, “She was just here, wasn’t she?”.  Mihawk inquired as he opened his eyes and looked at Benn and the crew sitting a little too solemnly around the food they were eating.

Benn nodded as he wasn't sure how to break the news to the warlord as they had opened the bounty poster you had given them and he knew Mihawk would be enraged by who was on it. He knew it was best to wait until Shanks was awake to tell him about the bounty poster.

"Where has she gone? Why was she here? What happened? Why didn’t you wake me?" Mihawk stood up, sensing something was incredibly wrong and began to fear for your life. 

Shanks groaned next to him, "Keep it down. Would you Hawk Eyes? Some of us are still trying to sleep.". 

"Captain, you should probably wake up." Benn replied, noticing the anger in Mihawk’s eyes and realized that they needed to tell him what happened.

Shanks rolled over and looked at everyone and began to rub sleep from his eyes, "why does everyone look so glum? What has happened?".

Yassop finally took the plunge and stood up and unrolled the bounty paper you had delivered earlier. 

"Y/N brought this to us earlier this morning. She wanted you guys to see it.".

Shanks immediately stood up and grabbed the paper from Yassop. His eyes were wide in shock as it was a picture of you with one of the highest bounties he had ever seen. He immediately looked at Mihawk, feeling a fire in his soul, "What did you do?! She has a bounty again! You were supposed to protect her!".

Mihawk was still looking at the paper in shock, not even listening to Shanks shouting at him. He couldn't believe the marines would go against him like this.

"Are you even listening to me? What did you do?" Shanks shouted at Mihawk again. 

"Why are you assuming it was something I did? Could have easily been something you did or even something she did herself." Mihawk retorted. 

"Regardless, you are supposed to protect her! How could you let this happen!".

"I have just found out the same as you. Let me talk to Garp and see what can be done about it, perhaps it was done in error.” Mihawk responded ignoring the fact that Shanks had his hand on his sword clearly wanting a fight.

Mihawk walked past Shanks and grabbed Yoru, put his hat on his head, and made his way out of the cove. Once out of sight Shanks turned to his crew, there was a fire in his eyes from how angry he was.

"She never should have chosen him. He can't even keep her safe from the marines! Boys pack up camp. We must do something to help her." Shanks instructed. 

"But sir...." The crew started to argue.

"Do not argue with me. Just do it." He demanded. 

Without hesitation, everyone quickly packed up the few things they had scattered around the cove and followed Shanks out. Once the cove was empty, a tall figure emerged from the shadows laughing. 

"Hmmmm, the woman Mihawk loves has a bounty. Not only that, but Shanks is enraged by the whole thing and is seeking to protect her. How interesting I think I could use this to my advantage." Kuro grinned, sneaking off in the direction that he had watched you storm off to.

[big-coyote]

hi!! this may be a weird thing to ask about but ive decided to make one of my longtime ocs a coyote therian (they were connected to coyotes since the beginning) and i wanted to ask if theres stuff i should avoid when talking abt them or doing character design?

ive done some research on my own looking thru tumblr blogs ran by therians mostly, but i mightve missed some stuff!

for now they show their theriantophy as either wearing a coyote looking onesie (which is the first outfit they ever had) or when wearing other clothes they have a tail keychain on their trousers, so i also wanted to ask if you know of any other things they could have to connect with their theriotype?

again im sorry if this is a weird question! <3

(1/2) Hello! Not a weird question at all, I’m actually very honored and happy you’ve asked! I have quite a number of OCs myself that are also therians or otherkin adjacent lol. Also if anyone else has any ideas they’d like to add/advice feel free to comment or reblog!

As for things you should ovoid I’d recommend straying away from the idea of therianthropy being inherently because of mental illness. While it’s totally okay for your Oc to struggle with mental health problems or other serious topics. I often see the stigma online where people assume being nonhuman or having a alterhuman identity means the person in question must have Schizophrenia, Dissociative Identity Disorder, psychosis, a delusional disorder, etc. And again while I know plenty of nonhumans who have those disorders (I have some of them) and that may effect their identities as a whole, it shouldn’t be the end all be all of their identity you know? Ovoid adding more stigma to both.

Another thing I’d stray away from is the idea of a character being a therian because of spirit animals or any mythology related to closed practices/groups. I’ve seen many indigenous people online speak about their discomfort with the word ‘spirit animal’ and how it’s been adopted into pop culture. Being alterhuman is much more then “I feel connected to this thing/this thing is just like me”, it runs much deeper then that and it is as much as a real identity as something like gender, sexuality, religion, etc. It should be taken with as much care and seriousness as those other identities because it is huge and important part to a lot of our lives.

Lastly I’d recommend avoiding making the character the butt end of the jokes. While the Oc themselves can be funny, have funny things happen to them or have funny experiences as a coyote Therian I’d ovoid making them the punching bag to other OCs. Online it’s not uncommon to see many people misunderstanding and mischaracterizing being nonhuman for a quick laugh. It be very disheartening if an OCs entire existence in a story is just “haha they think they’re a dog, that’s stupid”. Again it’s important to take any identity like being a Therian seriously instead of just being the punch line for a joke or gag.

As for the clothing I think the onesie would be incredibly cute and good to wear as well as the tail! Many therians wear tails, both real and faux fur ones, to feel connected to their identity and feel more comfortable. I’ve also known many therians who were things like jewelry with their theriotype on it, fake animal ears, t-shirts, rings, fur coats, earrings, pins/buttons, etc. Some also like collecting plushies or posters with their theriotype as well, or having stickers on their books or drawing them. Or if you’d prefer a more casual character design you could have a character who doesn’t wear any outward Therian gear and prefers to keep it low key. Both options are very valid and would be interesting to see!

But no matter what I’m sure your Oc is going to be amazing and I can’t wait to see them! Please tag me if you make any art or stories about them, or if you have any other questions feel free to ask again or DM me!

[suffarustuffaru]

Reading your tags about how people miss the very obvious "there's some fucked up shit boiling underneath" regarding Otto, just gave me a sudden realization. Otto is the only character I know in fiction where they act all innocent and drive up the "clumsy", "just in the side-lines" and "straight-man (heh)" persona. When. Like no one's in the EMT camp is buying it. They know he's way more capable than he let's on. Meanwhile, the tomfoolery is completely brought on by the Western audience.

Like Otto is failing miserably to make other characters believe that he's not up to mischief, Roswaal even thinks it can bring his downfall. But the audience, who even sometimes *sees* his fucked up thought process, is buying it.

*head in hands*

no u bring up so many good points bc ive been really thinking about this for a while T^T its such an interesting phenomenon in the difference in perception otto has between the japanese speaking half of the fandom vs the english speaking half which can be explained by—yeah. media illiteracy mainly. im also putting my head in my hands anon T^T

because—okay sorry wkdndn im gonna get into meta again but hear me out bc this pattern of the fandom underestimating otto is interesting bc i kind of sort of i cracked the code maybe??? o.o i think the nature of otto is a character is that youre SUPPOSED to underestimate him at first, just like what happens sometimes in universe. i mean wayyy back then i definitely wasnt expecting him to get more depth added to him in arc 4–which was a pleasant surprise—which is also the reaction the vast majority of people have to reading/watching arc 4, along with the other vast majority reaction which is being a bit endeared to ottosubas friendship and respecting otto for being a good friend. and then its easy to underestimate otto bc of 1. all the chaos going on in rezero at any given moment and 2. hes almost always overshadowed by other characters doing worse shit or being more insane than he is and 3. otto of course damn well knows hes easy to underestimate and counts on that. thats what he did against roswaal in arc 4. plus—i mean even aesthetics-wise hes 100% DESIGNED to be easy to underestimate. his outfit and physical features make him look either friendly or frazzled or soft. so i think that the point is that we were supposed to be kind of fooled—at first.

because yeah, we’re endeared to otto. we respect him for helping subaru the way he did. we think that hes a nice person and we now support his actions especially after feeling sympathetic towards him after learning his backstory. (or at least the average audience member will think this wjdndn.) but like—you dont even NEED to look at any side content at all for it to dawn on you that theres something Wrong. with him. like all you need is main route arcs 3-8 aka ottos entire screentime thus far, because at arc 4 its so easy to overlook otto unless youre thinking a bit deeper (for example—he gets violent with subaru. like yeah its entertaining, its played for laughs a bit, yeah subaru needed to be snapped out of his own head, but was it 100% necessary??? why did otto have this response??? bc if you just look at the main timeline otto really decided to beat up subaru first. and bc this tendency is now Less Funny in arc 8).

but even if youre just looking at rezero face value, when you get to arc 5 its starting to get even more clear that ottos weird in the head. like we already saw him being very good at scheming and planning in arc 4–in arc 5, we find out about otto hiding the tome for a year. we find out WHY hes been hiding the tome for a year. the tome then leads the witch cult into priestella, so like—in the sense, otto is RESPONSIBLE for arc 5. but theres STILL a tendency sometimes for the audience to continue underestimating him even though by this point we’re getting more clues and many characters around otto, like you said anon, KNOW hes very capable. i keep wondering why this is, but arc 5 is, again, FULL of chaos and different storylines happening at once, so its so easy to almost kind of forget otto there in the background until he occasionally pops up again. plus otto serves an additional role as comedic relief sometimes—he spends all of arc 5 being bitchy and whiny (i say this affectionately HAH) about his camp being full of disasters, for example, so i think the natural response from the audience tends to be “aw otto!! what a silly guy!!” sometimes. you know? so its like. i think at this point some people tend to be like “yeah fair that otto was wary of roswaal and thats why he saved the tome…. anyway ooooh whats going on with these other plot points” wobsbss. its so fascinating bc—ok this might be my own personal experience but anyone reading this pls tell me if you agree or not—i dont think ive seen a lot of people actually even MENTION otto bringing the tome into priestella attracting witch cultists. and the english speaking fandom LOVES to go into certain characters’ wrongdoings so why gloss over otto????

the only explanation i have for this is that from arcs 3-4 underestimating otto is. kind of the point of his character UNTIL you get to arc 5 and the clues in the main story start seeping in even more. and also the western audience DOES have media illiteracy a lot. theres that too. just look at rezero content on youtube or reddit or fanfic sites or other things of that sort T^T but no yeah i think ottos nature as a character exacerbates it. youre supposed to start asking questions about him. youre supposed to start connecting the dots and then SUDDENLY its now EXTREMELY obvious in arc 7-8 and even while theres so much chaos going on its basically shoved in your face. arc 7-8 is just delivering on all the leadup that was arcs 3-5.

and i think that youve gotta be media illiterate for sure to NOT get that otto is not squeaky clean and innocent BY ARC 8. i think that ottos the deconstruction of the loyal best friend trope, and also a mirror into what subaru couldve been like if he decided to be more ruthless instead of jumping right to forgiveness and saving everyone, except sometimes that flies right over the audience’s head wkdndnd. it confuses me bc ive seen some people completely miss the point or completely agree with otto and overlook the Bad Parts of it or, you know, STILL think ottos perfectly sane—like T^T please.

and yeah so back to what you said about otto Not being underestimated In Universe—its such an interesting detail bc hes ALWAYS been simultaneously pathetic and Very Competent wjdndnd. but yeah no all of his friends have seen various hints and clues and evidence of what hes capable of. like even though he hid the tome from them successfully and even though hes hiding info now its INEVITABLE that its gonna blow up in his face one day. like you got characters like garfiel who literally saw otto punch the wall and break his hand in an unhinged fit of rage, julius who got snapped at by otto and while julius is a Bit naive definitely knows somethings off there, anastasia whos smart as hell and definitely knows not to underestimate otto, and roswaal who, like you said anon, literally went out of his way to stop otto from breaking his hand in another unhinged fit of rage and warned otto that he will literally be destroying himself if he keeps going on like this. its this fascinating dichotomy bc otto is NOT fooling anyone around him but at the same time his current schemes are mostly unnoticed—for now—which yeah i havent seen that in a lot of media!!! its an interesting balancing act bc people around him realistically know hes competent after seeing the Proof of that for the past couple arcs, but otto is still finding ways to try and Win…

which—again, the anger and violence is an extension of arc 4 otto!! this is the same guy!! hes always been like this!! ottos kind of stayed the same, deep down, this whole time and as an audience its ONLY shoved in our face with a big gigantic spotlight on it FOUR ARCS LATER, but it was hinted to all this time. and like you said anon—we LITERALLY see ottos fucked up thought processes. literally what sane person thinks any of that shit. its spelled right out for the reader HAH T^T which—yeah. media illiteracy…. and also this whole ask was a longer way of just saying that otto is VERY easy to see at surface level if youre media illiterate. but at the same time it should be very easy to figure out otto is A Bit Fucked Up bc tappei underlines it in bright red print!!! i think people sometimes just hang onto soft awkward silly otto and forget about the rest T^T either that or they dont think he cares about subaru at all. which. that phenomenon of thinking characters that do care about subaru Dont Care is also interesting to me bc why????? we’re at arc 8 and you STILL dont get it??? o.ooooo

but yeah apart from that….. i said this earlier but yeah sometimes some people agree with ottos realism in arc 8 which is. understandable, but the whole point is that he is EXTREME. with it. hes Not in the right here, but the same crowd that wants wanton revenge in rezero is gonna agree with that kind of stuff T^T ottos been lurking in the background so much so that tappei made it meta by doing the whole “walking in darkness” part of his character, so i guess people just. dont see ottos ACTUAL worst traits and instead think he would ditch subaru at the first opportunity or something. but at the point we are now, arc 8 ottos problem isnt that hed ditch subaru. his problem is that he would sacrifice the world for subaru. his problem is that he gets extremely angry at subaru for trying to do good. his problem is that hes trying to micromanage everything around him and is willing to sacrifice anything necessary to get what he wants. but sometimes people dont get that bc otto doesnt look sound or seem like a character thatd do that. the Underestimation part of his character is doing too well on. certain audiences. please T^T the soft and awkward and silly parts ARE part of his character just like all the Darker parts are!!!

additionally im also wondering if western audience perception of otto is also clouded by the fact that otto looks and sounds more feminine / androgynous and he doesnt have the appeal of Overt Power either……. he cant Really be waifu-ified… and he cant be used as a weird self insert like subaru…. and you Have to look at him closer to understand him…. and for some reason people dont tend to hate on him so aggressively, if anything people cant even see his actual canonical flaws half the time wkdndn so if youre not paying attention otto CANT be aggressively hated on bc theres nothing there if ur not looking at it….. and if youre not paying attention otto seems more “boring” compared to the others…… (not that people arent allowed to not have otto as a favorite character bc thats totally fair but im talking about the tendency to think hes Saner than he actually is.) but yeah these are just my guesses. i have no clue the western fandom is a little T^T some people unfortunately cannot read.

anyway. big thank you to the japanese fanbase for understanding ottos character more and making so much wonderful fancontent for him T^T also i think that we as a collective fanbase should stop underestimating otto in general bc its exactly what he wouldnt want and i think itd be really hilarious. <3333 make him explode with rage please

[inariizaki]

FORGOTTEN YET REMEMBERED — SHUNTARO C.

sypnosis : while roaming around the halls of the hospital, you saw a man, a man that was so familliar, it was as if you have known him for a lifetime. you just don't know where did you meet him that time.

tags : fluff. slight aib s2 spoilers. read at your own risk.

note : chishiya is so <3 <3 <3 AND FINISHED THIS AGAIN IN ONE SITTING BUT IS REALLY SHORT SO IM SORRY LMFAOOSAO, and no, it's not the part two of the panorama fic, sadly. gn reader ??

it was been a week, since the tokyo meteorite occured. many buildings were destroyed, and it also took the lives of the innocent.

and after all the chaos that happened, you're here, roaming around the halls. it was pretty boring in your room, since your parents couldn't visit you often, since they had work with them. but your sister was there to visit and check up on you.

but while walking around, you saw a familliar man, a man with a blonde hair, with cat-like features. you were sure you met him before, but you didn't knew when and where. and you didn't even knew the guy's name. well maybe, he knew about you? does he?

“ o-oh, i'm sorry, but...have we met before? ” you asked, avoiding an eye contact, since the room was filled of akwardness.

his gaze turned to you, and his brows furrowed, “ i don't know what's your name, or any informations about you, i don't even know if we're close friends or what, but there's one thing i'm sure of. ”

“ i think i have seen you too, i have seen you somewhere, but...i don't know when and where i met you. ” he added.

you laugh, “ the same goes for me, you just really look familiar. ”

“ could it be.... you're my long lost twin? ” he joked, which earned a giggle from you.

“ probably. ” you reply.

“ wait- no. you look like...my boyfriend. ” you flirt. which earns a smirk from him.

but him, on the other hand, after hearing your words, a little memory popped up from the wind, he didn't even knew how he remembered something like that.

“ chishiya. just stay here, please? we can join the game tomorrow night. ” you beg. he sighs at your response,

“ just make sure you've got plenty of visa with you. ” he says. you look at him with disbelief.

“ chishiya, my visa ends after 6 days, didn't i told you that? for the second time? ” you said with a pout.

“ yeah yeah, ” he says as he relaxed his body in the soft mattress.

you go ontop of him, wrapping your arms around his neck, while his arms was on your waist.

“ i love you, shiyaa. ” you mumbled.

“ i told you not to call me that. ” he answered.

“ shiya. ” you tease,

“ yeah, i love you too. now sleep. ”

“ i guess i am your boyfriend. ” he answers, looking at you with his famous cheshire cat-like smirk.

[hyunnieshannie]

Ex

Chapter 1: 'Will you marry me?' Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem. Reader Word Count: 5,405 General Synopsis: Your ex? Shitty. Your family? Worse. Your best friend? Left for a tour in the middle of one of the worst times of your life. How are you meant to deal with planning what should have been your wedding, dealing with your family, and pretending like you're not falling apart all on your own? General Warnings: Idol!Jisung, mentions of other Idols (P1Harmony/Seventeen), all views on these idols are purely fictional. Idol AU. Mentions of cheating, mentions of smoking and drug use (weed and cigarettes), Mentions of drinking, angst, self esteem issues, depression. Y/N is older than Jisung. (I'm sorry for the jokes that come out of this) (any tags I missed please feel free to let me know! More tags to be added as the story goes on.) ⤵ A/N: Truthfully, two days ago I had a thought about a conversation that would be held between best friends, and at first I brushed it off but the next day it kept going. So I wrote it down thinking not much would come from it but as I started writing I couldn't stop and all of a sudden three chapters for this fic was written out. I tried to proof read it but I don't really have many people I'd have sent it to for a bit of help so bear with my writing. I sincerely hope you enjoy this. Welcome to "Ex" (im sorry for the cheesy amount of times i mention skz songs thaaaaanks)

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“Will you marry me?” The question was sudden, and you felt your heart clench as he knelt there on one knee clutching a beautiful rose gold ring with a large princess cut diamond placed delicately on the top. You looked at it, you looked at him; biting back the tears you desperately wanted to cry out. This was something you had dreamed of for years, and in any other circumstance you’d have been one of the happiest people in the world. But no. Not today. Today you felt nothing but the sadness and anger that boiled within you.

“Yes!” Your sister Leah exclaims, she was overwhelmed with happiness and though you thought you’d have moved on  from it all. It’d only been six months and part of you believed this was all too soon. He’d only left you seven months ago. Left you for someone you considered the closest person to you, your best friend at that. At first during the breakup, as he explained why he was leaving, you were hurt and angry; you shut everyone out, blocking your sister, your absolute best friend out of your life completely, but after that initial pain passed and many nagging texts from your family; you realized you could not control who people fall in love with. He started dating her a month after and now six months later he knelt there asking her the question you once thought he would be asking you. You had waited five years to hear that question leave his lips, but it never came. Instead it came seven months after your breakup to your sister that he’d only been with for half a year. You walked out of the dinner after that. Congratulating them with a fake smile, swallowing the thick lump in your throat as you choked out a simple ‘I’m happy for you two’ as they stood beaming at each other, before being dragged away by the rest of their guests. 

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“You’re smoking again,” your roommate Keeho sighs, his blue hair blowing softly in the wind as he wrapped his arms around himself to shield his body from the cold of the midnight air. He slowly made his way to you as you leaned against the railing staring off into the forest that lined your backyard. “What happened tonight?” He asks softly as he leans forwards against the railing joining you in the act of blankly staring out. Lifting the cigarette to your mouth and holding it between your teeth, inhaling slowly, holding the smoke in as it burns the back of your throat; before exhaling it all from your lungs slowly. 

“He proposed.” You mumble, Keeho’s head drops, shaking it lightly. 

“And then?” 

“And then I said congratulations, and left.” you sigh. Keeho wasn’t usually one for talking about the dramas of life. Typically he’d move on with a smile, or a joke. But tonight it seems he wanted nothing more than to hear your true thoughts about the situation, 

“A little soon is it not?” He asks, as he runs his hand through his hair standing straight and turning his attention from the forest to you. “You okay?” 

“I shouldn’t have gone,” 

“No, Y/N you went because your family asked you. If they knew it was going to happen they should have warned you!” he says, 

“When have they ever cared about how I felt? The only reason I started talking to them again is because my own family told me I was being selfish.” you mutter, Keeho stares blankly at you. He didn’t know they’d forced you back into their lives, how could he when all you’d told him was ‘no one controls who they love, I shouldn't hold it against them.’ 

“Jeonghan’s a fucking dick anyways, I never liked him.” Keeho says as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, “He was a little prick, and he hurt my best friend.” he hugs you tightly, 

“Ke-” 

“Don’t ‘Keeho’ me. You know I'm right.”  he sighs, 

“In that case, Stephen Yoon, do not say those kinds of things, he wasn’t all bad and you know it too.” 

“Woah woah woah there buddy there's no need to be sassy and, government name me!” He laughs. Even though he hadn’t said much, Keeho always seemed to make you happy when you were upset simply by being present. He never failed to make you laugh, and despite not being much said he still managed to make you feel just a bit better about the whole situation. You let out a small sigh as the cigarette burns the tip of your fingers, its embers slowly reaching its filter as you watch it slowly burn out. “I know,” Keeho whispers, “I know.” 

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As you lay in bed you stare up at the ceiling, thinking of memories you hope that one day will be forgotten and fade along with the rest. You wondered if Jeonghan had always felt this way towards your sister, and wondered just how long he’d been in love with her. Had they secretly gotten together while you were still with him? Had they spoken of their love for one another behind your back? You’d never asked, and simply accepted the fact he no longer loved you, and continued about your life. Your brain tries to process each thought carefully, but your heart can’t help but ache as you remember the good times with him. The times he’d taken you to fancy dinners, or the aquarium dates you loved so much. How he’d wake up in the morning with a smile on his face and kiss you softly. You missed him, but now there was nothing you could do but force a smile and say that you were okay, that everything was fine. You knew in a matter of days someone would message you, someone would reach out. But not to check on you, but rather to ask about wedding details. Details you wanted nothing to do with but, she’s your sister. And thus it is your responsibility to suck it up and help her plan if that’s what she wanted. 

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The night came and went. And you slept awfully. Too many thoughts wracked your brain to be able to sleep calmly at all. You spent the night twisting and turning in bed as terrible dreams haunted you. You wouldn’t go as far as to call them nightmares but, you definitely did not enjoy them. “Y/N/N!” Keeho calls from the living room, “Y/N/N wake up!” he yells again. You groan as you force yourself out of bed, wandering out into the hallway as you rub your eyes to clear the morning haze.

“What Keeho, I’m busy!” You groan, finally walking into the living room. Keeho laughs loudly as you enter the room, his speaker loud playing music as he prances around the room holding a bowl of strawberries. 

“Busy? What moping in bed? Not on my watch babe,” he laughs, “We have plans!” 

“Plans?” 

“Yes, we’re going out, I’m not letting you get all sad again, not this time!” He smiles, you know he’s just trying to make you feel better. After the break up you had moved out of Jeonghan and your shared apartment, and Keeho took you in. Keeho’s old roommate had moved out and he was in need of another, luckily you were available. So he helped you pack up and move in. But directly after you moved in you fell into a depression. Being in a relationship for five years, moving in with him and living together for three years just for all of it to come crashing down harshly around you throwing you into a violent depression. You didn’t leave your room for weeks. Keeho, having been one of your best friends for years, did what he could to cheer you up but unfortunately, nothing seemed to help. So he did what was best and gave you time, while simultaneously reminding you that you had a support system. Him and his group. After about two weeks of sulking you began to feel better, not completely yourself again but good enough to leave your room. The second Keeho saw you his instinct was to hug you, bringing you into his warm embrace, before laughing and telling you that you were in desperate need of a makeover. And so he did everything he could to continue giving you distractions from the unfortunate events that had transpired.

 He took you shopping, to get your makeup done, he did everything in his power to make sure you felt beautiful, cared for, loved and most importantly; distracted. This time was different, he wasn’t giving you time to wallow in the depression that was your sister marrying the man you thought was your soulmate. In Keeho’s head it was best to start distracting you before you became depressed, because nothing broke his heart more than seeing his best friend sad, and nothing made him angrier than the thought of not being able to tell how shit of a boyfriend Jeonghan really was before everything happened. But it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know Jeonghan would hurt you so badly, and when it came forward of what he had done, and why. Keeho found no issue with dropping his friend. They weren’t the closest of friends anyways, and you were much more important than (in his opinion) some dick head who couldn’t see the rarity that was you. “Go on you gremlin, get changed!” he huffed. 

Reluctantly you spun on your heels, and marched back into your room. Quickly picking out a comfortable outfit, and loosely tying your hair up without a real care for your current appearance, unfortunately for you when you opened the door Keeho stood there with his arms crossed, and a disapproving look. 

“I knew you’d do this, for god's sake Y/N do I need to do everything myself?” he frowns as he pushes past you entering your room. “JESUS, Could you be any more of a hermit?” he laughs as he draws the blinds letting the light from the late morning sun seep into the room. He opens the closet door, and rummages for a few moments before pulling out a black hoodie, and a pair of black skinny jeans, “If you want to be comfortable thats fine but whatever the fuck you’re wearing right now, aint it babe.” You stare blankly at him, before he wanders his way into your bathroom; pulling at a few accessories and placing them down on your night stand. An indication that he’d like you to wear them with the outfit he’d picked out. He dives back into the closet searching through your shoes before settling on a nice pair of black combat boots. He stands back and admires the outfit he’d chosen. “Oh,” he mutters. “That black leather jacket, bring that too it’s gonna get colder today,” you roll your eyes at the ever excited Keeho, who skips out of your room and back into the living room to wait for you to finish. 

Once more you change, dreading the idea of going out, much less now knowing the temperatures would drop to a shocking negative ten degrees celsius.  

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You step outside, and quickly pull out a smoke as Keeho locks the door. Typically he’d have said something along the lines of ‘you’re going to stink up my car’ or complained how unhealthy it was of a habit, but he let it slide for now. A part of you felt guilty smoking in front of him, he’d worked for months helping you slowly stop. He dealt with the withdrawals, anxiety, anger, and everything that came with it. He didn’t mind the idea of helping you through it again, though it did bother him a bit knowing you’d done so well for the past six months, but he did understand why. You never had the best coping mechanisms, most if not all violently destructive. But no one knew you better than him, which made him (in his mind) the most suitable to help you through hard times.

 He patiently waited for you to finish your smoke before guiding you to the car, and opening the door for you. He was being unnecessarily kind today, and your gut told you something was up. “What did you do?” you say flatly, as he finally starts the car. The heating blasted through as he turned it to its max power. 

“Why do you assume I did something?” he scoffs, bringing the parking break down and allowing the car to gently roll down the hill of your driveway. You studied his expressions, nothing seemed wrong; and he certainly had no tell if he was going to do something wrong, but either way your brain persisted. “Anyways we’re almost late and it’s still about an hour drive.” 

“Where are we going?” 

“The city.” 

“Why would we go into the city Stephen?” 

“You need to stop calling me that,” he groans. 

“Well you were Stephen to me back home before you left.” you pout, 

“Does this look like Toronto to you bestie? No.” He focuses his attention on the road as he speaks, his phone connected to the speakers blasting loud music from his group as he drives, occasionally interrupted by the sound of the thick Australian accent he set for his navigation. Occasionally you’d mimic the woman as she told him where to go, and he’d laugh telling you how he would make you record all the sayings so he could set a ‘Custom Y/N Navigation Voice’ for his maps. You laughed at the idea, and once again your mind felt at ease. No one but he could make you feel so calm. 

“I kinda want to go home,” you sigh, his head snaps towards you staring at you with wide eyes, 

“Like, to visit right?” you shook your head, “Wait, you wanna go back to Toronto for good?” he asked, focusing on the road once more. 

“Perhaps. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here, But-” 

“But your sister moved here chasing you, is marrying the guy you dated, and your entire family flew here knowing what would happen and then made you witness it.” he sighs, “Yeah I know. But Y/N what does Canada have to offer you?” you look at him confused, freedom from being trapped seeing those two all the time was a start. “Listen Y/N, I love you; and I was happy he dragged you out here, but I’m happier you stayed even after to live with me because I love you, and I’m not gonna let you go back to waste your life away in Toronto just because of some guy, hell! You’re in your twenties, have some fun!” 

“Ste-”

“Wrong name.” 

“Kee.”

“Wrong Nickname.” 

“Well what do you want me to say!” 

“I’m offended.” he laughs, trying to brighten the mood. 

“I’m not saying it.” 

“Oh please won’t you say my favorite nickname?” 

“Only if you stop playing your music and let me play mine.” 

“Are you saying you don’t like my singing?” 

“I’m saying as your hostage you should let me at least enjoy my own music, and I like Taeyang’s voice better thank you very much.” “Ouch baby, very ouch” he laughs loudly as he hands you his phone,  you unlock it quickly and scroll through spotify before opting in to typing in what you were looking for, 

“Play that NCT song you like so much,” 

“Acting like it wasn’t you who screamed it so loudly your voice was lost for a day, I swear Taeyang was gonna kill me.” “I’m their leader, they listen to me” he says jokingly,  “and you realize you can just call him Theo,” he laughs. 

“He introduced himself to me as Taeyang, therefore I shall call him as such.” 

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The two of you continue to listen to the music you play, a variety spanning from your favorite third and fourth gen groups, to pop punk, and a few anime intros. Your music taste was a mess but the two of you sang loudly to each song. It was about half hour into the ride before Keeho had gotten off the highway, pulling into a nice neighborhood and parking the car. He cleared the back seat of his car completely, throwing whatever unnecessary things he had into the trunk. You went to turn the music down as Keeho plopped himself back into the driver's seat looking at you as if you were about to commit some heinous crime. “What?” you ask, 

“How dare you turn the music down!” he giggles, turning it up even more, the vibrations of the base passed through your body with a low hum. “What are we doing here Kee.” 

“Waiting.” he smiled, 

“For?” 

“Taeyang, and Intak and a member from-” he paused as the song swapped and began to play the familiar tune of one of the groups you had liked for a while, a song you couldn’t help but give your absolute best performance to. “Stray Kids” Keeho laughed, “Fitting!” you unhooked your seatbelt knowing that both Taeyang and Intak fully know the extent of your love for this song, your mind completely erasing the fact that you would be introduced to someone from another group.

In your time being in Korea, you had only cared for Keeho’s own group members, you often sat out on whatever party he’d invite you to. He had left for Korea much earlier than you, and the only reason you had even met Jeonghan was accidentally online on some dating site when you were roughly nineteen, during a vacation while you visited Keeho. Safe to say your teenage brain was too madly in love with the stranger from across the world to think about the long term repercussions. 

You never cared for the life of idols, but you did enjoy the music. So it worked out, the boys of Keeho’s group could be comfortable near you knowing you’d do nothing to hurt Keeho or them, and you got to see the insides of their world of music making, which benefited you as a music major in college. You only cared for them on a personal level.

Enjoying other groups' music was one thing, but you didn’t need to see them live, or meet them. From Keeho’s complaints the life of an idol was hard enough, it’s hard for them to trust people as a whole and you being you didn’t want anyone of his friends being uncomfortable with your presence. Keeho did often offer to take you to concerts, which you refused each time because all you needed was your favorite group of boys. Them.

You were mid-performance, of Cheese making faces at Keeho as you asked him the questions sung throughout the song, he laughed as you lowered your voice mimicking Felix’s tone to the best of your ability as you sang proudly, “why’d you gotta say it like that?”. 

You loved the song, something about a group reacting to hate by creating a diss-track that involved every element as to why they were getting hate; now THAT was iconic to you. The back door flew open as you prepared yourself for your favorite part, now why it was your favorite part you couldn’t tell but you definitely liked mimicking that one part of Han Jisung’s rap. 

You turn to face Intak who laughed as he scooted into the back seat, you looked him in the eyes as you sang out loud “hyeosbadag shotgun jangjeon, click-clack, bang!” he laughed hard as you turned back to face Keeho, using your phone as a makeshift microphone. 

He had his head on his steering wheel as he laughed so hard you could see the red in his face, he’d never laughed like this both of them knowing how you get whenever one of your top five performance songs comes on. Taeyang finally gets in the car and as the second closest person to you, he should already know what to do, but instead of singing; he sits the with a wide grin, concealing a laugh, 

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Taeyang laughs, you stop your performance and lean over your chair staring at the two boys in the back seat, as Keeho struggles to breathe from laughing too hard in the front seat, 

“Tell me what?” you say looking between the three, then it hits. Taeyang and Intak are squished together, as the seat behind Keeho lays empty. “Oh, is the other friend weird about me being here?” you ask, 

“Not at all, but if you’re going to do my rap I need more energy from you.” Han fucking Jisung. Oh great I just belted his fucking groups song in front of him, and looked like a total moron. 

“What the fuck is he doing here,” you said in a panic, “OH SHIT- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that outloud- I- I’ve just never- Wait, I-”

“Calm down Y/N/N!” Taeyang says, as he reaches forward placing his hand on your own “Breathe,” he smiles sweetly at you. Telling you with his eyes that everything is fine. 

“It’s fine honestly,” Jisung smiles widely, “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Jisung.” 

You turn back in your seat as the song finishes, concealing the utter embarrassment of having Jisung hear your performance to his own song. Keeho smiles at you as he starts the car back up fully, 

“Surprise?” he says with a mischievous smile, you hit him lightly on the arm which causes him to fly back dramatically, pretending as if you’d punched him at full force. “Y/N! How could you punch your best friend!” he cries out, 

“Keeho sleeping in the dog house tonight,” Intak chirps, 

“Keeho clearly Y/N/N likes me better give it up, you’re not her best friend anymore!” Taeyang laughs as he watches Keeho flail his arms, 

“AND NOW YOU’VE REPLACED ME WITH MY GROUP MEMBER? THE BETRAYAL!” He laughs, 

“Jesus Keeho you’re just as bad as Hyunjin with the dramatics!” Jisung grins at Keeho who slowly turns back in his seat to stare at him, 

“I…. Am…. Not!” Keeho  mutters, as he throws his empty water bottle at him. The two toss it at each other in a laughing fit for a moment, before Intak finally cuts in

“Anyways, what took you guys so long?” Intak laughs as he watches Jisung fumble with the bottle. Keeho turns back around and sets in the new destination handing you back the phone to continue with your music, 

“As Y/N’s personal stylist, I had to make sure she wasn’t gonna come in those god awful sweats she had on earlier,” 

“HEY! What’s wrong with my sweats!” you let out, 

“Nothing, when we’re at home! But you were really gonna show up looking homeless to an outing with Taeyang and Intak? Please. Not on my watch!” Keeho says smugly, “She looked like her little gremlin self, you guys should have seen it. I had to force the blinds open today!” you pout as you look at him, music blaring as he drives and the three in the back laughing. 

“Y/N/N is no gremlin you fool! Even in sweats I’m sure she’s still prettier than you,” Taeyang giggles, “This is why she likes me more,” Keeho eyes him in the rearview mirror, whispering a small ‘suck my dick you heathen,’ as Taeyang bursts into another laughing fit. Because whenever you’re with these three boys, the laughter never ends. Usually.

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The boys spend time talking as you stare out the window, enjoying the view of the river through the drive. Your phone buzzes, pulling it out of your pocket; you read the message. 

‘I want you to be my maid of honor,’ the message read. You’d expect this. You’d expected for your family to message you about the wedding. Just not so soon, not literally the day after your world collapsed. 

“Y/N?” Taeyang says in a loud whisper, you’d been in the front seat staring down at the message for a rough ten minutes, as your second favorite ‘performance’ song played throughout the car, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you squeak, jumping up from the realization that you had just completely zoned out. A lump in your throat building up into an unbearable ball which you had to choke down to save yourself from further embarrassment, especially from the new person you’d only just met. 

“No you’re not.” Intak says as he reaches his hand over, placing it on your shoulder, “I know you’re not.” Keeho keeps his eyes glued on the road, unaware of the message you’d just received. “Y/N, talk to us.” 

“I’m perfectly content!” you whisper, 

“You’re not singing. This is one of your songs. You never miss a chance to sing Slump. Not once in the entire time I’ve known you, never ever have you not sung to an anime OST.” Taeyang leans forward bringing himself between the two front seats, “And I know you’re not holding back because of Jisung.” Jisung sat in the back quietly letting the rest of you speak. The air in the car filled with an insufferable tension which you wished would dissipate. 

“I have a wedding to plan.” you sigh, bringing your phone up and handing it to him. Taeyang takes it leaning back, allowing Intak to read it thoroughly. 

“He fucking proposed?” Intak says aloud, you hum in response. “When?” 

“At dinner last night with my family.” 

“HE DID IT IN FRONT OF YOU?” 

“That fucking prick.” Taeyang whispers, “I’ll fucking ki-”

“No. It’s okay,” you choke, tears are threatening your very existence, plotting to drown you in your spot. “Can’t control who people fall in love with, she’s a good match for him.”

“Good match my ass, she’s petty and not even half as interesting as you are!” Taeyang’s voice only gets louder as he gets angrier, 

“Guys,” Keeho sighs, he’d wanted to distract you from this situation yet somehow, and in someway the universe had decided fuck that and threw this untimely obstical in his way, “Let’s just drop it for today okay?” 

“It’s not my place,” Jisung says softly, as he twiddles his thumbs. “And I don’t know what happened and I have very little context, but I think it’s bold of you to be so mature about it.” 

“Thanks.” you mumble turning back around in your seat, because of course this kind of thing would happen on the day Keeho introduces you to someone new. The rest of the car ride was a blur, your mind was much too occupied with finding ways to politely decline the offer, while also reminding you that she was your sister, and it your duty to be there for her.

 You’d always been there for your sister, the two of you since children had been inseparable until you moved to Korea three years ago. You’d been there for her during her heartbreaks, you’d been there when she didn’t get into the college she wanted. You’d been there through her pregnancy scares, and shitty friends, and you’d been there for every good time as well. When she had heard you’d be moving to Korea, dropping your entire life in Canada for your boyfriend she was devastated. She’d thrown tantrums left and right during his visit to introduce himself to your parents, and after you’d left she saved up for two years to move here to ‘Be with you’ because she ‘couldn’t be without her best friend’, more like without my boyfriend. Soon enough you’d realized the pair had gotten close, and you had convinced yourself he was being friendly because your little sister had no one other than you in Korea. She had no knowledge of the language, or area and often spent time in your apartment even after she’d found her own three months after moving. Had it been then when he fell for her? While she lived with you? Once more the intrusive thoughts begin to whirl around in your brain, leaving nothing but the destruction of your mental state in its wake. You never wanted to know if he’d cheated, but the signs were all there. 

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“Kee,” you whisper as the other three boys walk in front of you into the restaurant, “I don’t want to be with someone new today. Do you mind if I take off?” 

“Jisung is nice Y/N”

“How do you even know him?” 

“You meet a lot of people in this industry, he’s not gonna bite.” 

“I’d rather go home.” Keeho stops and turns to you, looking into your eyes as he holds your shoulders, 

“Babe. I can’t let you go home, first the cab would cost a fortune, not that I have an issue with it. But what I do have an issue with is you going home alone, to cry in your room. I’m sorry, I know you’re hurting, but I can’t leave you to your own thoughts. I can’t see you hurting again, so please let me distract you today; and if you still need time alone after I’ll give it to you, but today let's ignore the rest of the world, fuck your sister, fuck your family, and fuck his stupid ass. Let's laugh, and have a nice lunch with our friends,” he pleads, “plus Ji.” reluctantly you agree, he’s planned this outing for you because he knew exactly what you’d need to keep you from wallowing in the darkness of your room. He didn’t expect the small bump in the road, but he was prepared to do whatever it took to make sure you went over it smoothly. He guided you into the restaurant, it was cute. More like a cafe than anything. It was nice, large windows covered the front wall allowing it to be lit mostly by natural light, it had soft music playing and plants everywhere. It seemed like a fitting place to read, or draw; or have a nice lunch with friends. The perfect place for you. For sure Keeho had thought of that when planning the outing, and you appreciated the effort he’d put into it. 

As you make your way to the table Taeyang waves you over smiling to you as he pulls the seat beside his out, “You saved a seat for queen gremlin, and left me to sit between Intak and Jisung?” Keeho pouts, “Two betrayals in one day,” 

“Well Y/N/N shouldn’t be put between two people, she deserves her own spot and you do not!” 

“Why!” 

“Until you stop calling Y/N a gremlin I will not be giving you any special treatment!” 

“You should respect your elders,” Keeho huffs, 

“And so should you now beg, tell her Y/N noona please forgive me for my rudeness!” Taeyang laughs, 

“Noona?” Jisung asks, staring up at you as you take your seat beside Taeyang, 

“Oh no, don’t get all excited Ji!” Intak squeals, as he holds his laughter in. His cheeks puffing up before he slams his head down onto his arm that lay on the table, tears coming down his face as he laughs, 

“I was eighteen let it go,” Jisung sighs, 

“How could I when you started the song off with jeogyo-”

“Please, don’t say it.” Jisung says, lowering his head onto the table, his ears red from the embarrassment, his body cringes as he remembers the lyrics. 

“Yeah, Y/N is older than all of us, but like hell am I calling her noona or unnie.” Keeho says with a smile. The conversation dies down, and a new one picks up. Everyone talking about different things together, as you waited for your food to arrive. Suddenly Taeyang wraps his arm around your shoulder, leaning forward to block your view to the outside, raising his hand slightly to get the waitresses attention, 

“Would you mind if I lowered the blind here? It's a bit bright.” he says nonchalantly, the waitress smiles and lowers the blind completely. Once its down he removes his arm, and leans back in his seat, “Sorry there was an unpleasant sight outside,”

“What was it?” Intak questions as he pulls at the blind, Taeyang kicks him lightly under the table “Oh,” Intak says, “Mm yes that dog is having a great time, what a conversation killer.” Intak you idiot. Taeyang thinks to himself.

[myloveforhergoeson]

wait actually thinking more about that follower gap post, what is the tasw universe btr fandom's feelings towards roxy? i guess we see a bit of it in the tour letters chapter, and hopefully more in big time contest? are they public at this point? is she, as a girl their age on the team, being shipped with any other member?

hi!! the answer to this is simultaneously simple and complicated. as usual i have a long answer for you!

in short: no, btr fandom doesn’t know more than she’s their touring guitarist and if they did some research they’d find her listed as the writer on many of their songs. james and roxy aren’t public and there’s a few reasons why! as far as the fandom is aware, she just works with the band. after carlos told her he loved her at that one show tho some people might think they’re cute together but more on that later

in long: ah! i’ve already tried to incorporate this in so many ways and i have not found a way i like quite yet. i’ve set many little things up - you are so right about the letters chapter! rox makes a comment about getting some boos when carlos kisses her because we all know what fandom typically does to women who date guys in boybands 😭 in roxy’s birthday chapter, she and james get stopped in santa monica and people start taking pictures of him and he throws his coat over her head and pulls her away from the pier because of some “media training” he said he got from gustavo. jo mentions the same thing happening to her while she was out with kendall before the pair were forcibly made public by her publicist (which is also briefly mentioned; skipped that ep bc i didn’t like the sneaker storyline sorry!) so there’s little crumbs im attempting to put in here and there i just can’t decide what to do with them. i thought about adding another section onto the minnesota chapter where roxy convinces her old boss to let her have her show again for a night where she can “interview” (read: fuck around with her boyfriend in the radio studio for four hours) james and he’d forget to turn his mic off before calling her babe or something and accidentally make their relationship public but 1) the chapter was already way too long and 2) like what do i do then. write an even longer chapter the next time around to fix what i wrote previously? i do not have the same time i used to when i started writing this to just get down like 20 pages a night LMAO. i loveeeee writing don’t get me wrong but it’s just hard for me currently and low interaction on original portions of the story are not very motivating. (but i’m not writing for the engagement don’t worry! it’s just a bonus!!!)

so yeah like it’s THERE it’s just not there.

besides. i want james and roxy to have a conversation about it too but i think he’s probably tweaking out about it bc of gustavo’s “training” and she would love to be public i just don’t think she understands what being in the spotlight really means and she doesn’t want to come off as too pushy because he hasn’t brought it up. neither of them really know what to expect from a public relationship with a public figure. but i mean. they’re out to their friends and stuff obviously! so maybe that might come back to bite them in the butt later idk. i have literally so many thoughts about this i promise itll be in there at some point i just don’t know when :)

i imagine at this point in time the band members each have like the lower end of a 60-100k follower count? i really have no basis for this though. i’ll have to give it some more thought!

tysm for your question eeee!! love seeing things tagged rames on my dash :) <3