#it's the first time i really write something in english

[gothicfied]

hey... can you please make a part 2 to your squid game fic where the reader is a teen but.. like.. have her die? anyways your writing is so good!

Squid Game (S2/S3) characters with a teen (18) reader Part 2

(Read Part 1 here)

Pairing: Various characters x teen!fem!reader, !!platonic!!

Warings: Mentions of death, violence, choking, stabbing, implications of misogyny, canon character death, reader literally DIES, this is set in Season 3, the giving-birth situation, idk I'm very bad at writing violent scenes I'm sorry😞🥀, this is basically just angst, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

Tags: @katscloudy @applepie1000 @calijimenez @nightlark100 @okayiamkassandra

A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK LONGER THAN I WANTED, but I was so busy with school and speaking exams and ahhhhh I was so stressed all week long. This is probably really, FOR REAL THIS TIME, the last Squid Game request I'll write for, because I can already feel my interest in it dwindle. So sorry, but I really enjoyed writing for it again! Stay tuned for the football fics I can now finally continue lololol

જ⁀➴ A revolution in this kind of setting, who were you kidding? You were stupid enough to believe in it, but maybe this proved that you actually were naive like everyone said. Young and naive, with not a clue how the real world actually works. Gi-hun immediately stopped you from taking a guards gun and said that you're way too young to be handling something like this. "The adults are going to handle it." You heard him say as a group of players advanced further into the building.

જ⁀➴ It all quickly came crashing down and mamy lost their lives. You were mostly just sitting in your bed uncomfortably, trying not to look at the gruesome sight of the dead pink guards. It was destined to fail, you kept telling yourself, there was no way you could make it out of there now. And for some reason, people still decided to vote 'O'.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho wasn't talking to you (or anyone for that matter) anymore. Just a day ago he was so determined to free everyone here and get out alive, to give you your life back so you could actually enjoy your last teenage years, but now that people were starting to blame him for the failed revolution, he kind of shut down. You missed talking to him about your worries terribly, even though you've only known him for three days or so. You quickly lost track of time in this place.

જ⁀➴ Geum-ja was still the one that comforted you the most. She'd get it, right? She's a mother! And motherly she was to you. As you expressed your panic and fear, she was quick to calm you down with a tight hug. The overall mood was gloomy and silent. No one really dared to say a word and you resented everyone who kept putting money over people's lives.

જ⁀➴ The next game terrified you the most. Whoever was controlling this place already set the right mood by displaying a literal human chandelier of the dead rebels while everyone else walked to the next location. When you noticed Jung-bae you were sick to your stomach, quickly looking away to avoid any more trauma. Holy shit, what kind of monster would even do that? Yes, you were convinced, you're naive and dumb and too young to understand anything.

જ⁀➴ You didn't quite know what to make out of a game called 'Knives and Keys'. At first you were even to shy to up to the gumball machine that was standing in the middle of the room. All eyes seemed to be on you, like everytime. Before that, you took pride in being the youngest because you thought of yourself as strong and confident, but no you were not so sure anymore. The longer you hesitated the more comments you got thrown at your head:

"Come on kid, do something!"

"This is why you don't let a child participate..."

"How is she even still alive?"

જ⁀➴ The roles were pretty self explanatory. Red ones would chase the fuck out of the blue ones with knives like crazy people. The blue team had keys that could supposedly open the door to the exit. Bad thing is, the red team has to kill im order not to die themselves. The way your faced dropped at the sight of the blue sphere in your hand was no joke. "Don't worry about it," Hyun-ju said, who also was on team blue, "I'll help you with everything. You don't have to do this alone."

જ⁀➴ It was a frenzy of walking around, taking care of the very pregnant Jun-hee (who also sprained her ankle while tumbling down the stairs) and trying to unlock every door you saw. You were the quickest of all, which is why Hyun-ju told you to go ahead and see if any of the four keys you carried with you fit in any door. You had the scare of your life, quite literally, when you walkes into the hands of a red team member. His hands were trembling as he held out the knife to your throat, but he couldn't do it. "I can't kill a child!" He exclaimed and hurried away.

જ⁀➴ Secretly, you were also looking out for Dae-ho and Gi-hun, who became like father and brother to you and now just left, but to no avail. Everytime you heard someone scream, you were scared it was one of them. Hyun-ju showed you that it didn't mattwe if you were team blue or team red, she could kill anyone. If you get out of here, you swore to yourself you'd be more like her.

જ⁀➴ Timing couldn't have been better when Jun-hee's water broke as the four of you took a quick break in one of the rooms. What the fuck? That was probably the only thought that was existing in your head. You panicked at the sight of her giving birth because.. yeah, what the hell? Geum-ja quickly told you to guard the door outside and make sure to alert them if someone was approaching the door.

જ⁀➴ Oh, you wish you could've been strong enough. For them at least, if it wasn't for your own sake. Male players from the red team all seemed to hunt you down for one reason: You're young and vulnerable. When your back was turned, because you took a quick peek inside to see if Jun-hee was doing okay, it was foreseeable that someone would grab you from behind. The man choked you from behind, cursing you out at first because you voted 'X' and then because you're a woman. Your hands scratched violently at his wrists as you tried to wring yourself from his grip but the man, so you learned, will always be stronger.

જ⁀➴ When Hyun-ju ripped the door open, it was too late for you and too late to catch the guy who had stuck that stupid knife into your throat. You thought death would come gently for you, but in those last moments you finally understood what all the elders tried to tell you.

[nyangsterz]

.☘︎ ݁˖ LITTLE STUDY BUDDY ── yang jungwon

SYPNOSIS. everyone warned jungwon about you—the campus slut with a reputation for wrecking hearts and hooking up with half the student body. still, jungwon, ever the responsible and soft-hearted boy he is decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. but he didn’t expect it to turn into a full-blown temptation.

when you show up late, all smirks and wandering hands, something in him snaps. the calm, sweet jungwon turns cold and biting, his patience unraveling fast. he's not just fighting your distractions—he's fighting the urge to put you in your place. because beneath that polite smile is someone who doesn't tolerate games…

and he's about to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.

PAIRING. non idol! yang jungwon x fem! reader

GENRES. smut!! (mdni), sorta public sex, nerdy jungwon x slutty reader, rough sex, dirty talk, jungwon is hella mean, degradation,a lot of name calling (whore, slut, etc.), jungwon is a yapper, reader is kinda shameless, blowjob, messy, hard dom jungwon, brat tamer jungwon lmk if i missed anything

WORD COUNT. 3.6k

WARNINGS. porn with little plot, unprotected sex (pls be safe yall!!), profanity, explicit sexual content, NOT PROOFREAD

AUTHORS NOTE. ── ★ ˙ฅᨐฅ ̟ !! hey yall!! so this is my first time posting any of my writings so im so sorry if i make any mistakes, english is also not my first language so...lmk if i fuck up. ANYWAYS, i had a lot of fun writing this and i have an idea for a part 2 if this does numbers. ENJOY!!

Jungwon should've known better.

The second you cornered him after class, batting your lashes and asking for “help” with your finals, every red flag in his head waved like hell. But against his better judgment, he agreed to tutor you. He was curious, maybe, or just bored enough to entertain the idea. He figured he could handle you.

You weren’t anything new to him. He’s heard the stories, hell, he’s listened to his friends brag about your mouth more times than he can count. Most of his friends had their own stories—nights tangled in your sheets, mornings forgotten. He didn’t judge you for it, not really.

But he sure as hell didn’t plan on being your next plaything either.

Now here he was, not even a full twenty-four hours later, sitting alone in a quiet, secluded corner of the library, waiting for you. He’d picked the spot hoping it would help you focus.

“Where the hell are they…?” he muttered, eyes flicking to his phone. 4:37. You were almost twenty minutes late. He was halfway through packing up his books when you finally strolled in—nonchalant, like you hadn’t wasted his time at all.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered, shooting you a tight-lipped smile.

You didn’t apologize—just sat down with that same smug look you always wore, like you knew exactly what you were doing.

It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes, and Jungwon already wanted to slam his head into the table. Nothing he explained seemed to stick. Were you even trying?

Your eyes glazed over every time he spoke, lips parted in that deliberately innocent way, and he was starting to realize—this wasn’t about studying at all.

“Look,” he sighed, rubbing his temple. “Are you even getting the idea at all?”

Then his eyes dropped. Your hand—way too close to his lap.

His jaw clenched. “Can you not put your hand there and focus on what I’m trying to teach?” he snapped, voice low and sharp. “Fuck…”

"Why? Don’t you like it?" you asked, your voice dripping with false innocence as your lips curled into a playful smile.

"Come on, Wonnie~ studying’s so boring, don’t you think?"

You leaned in, letting your body dip just enough to meet his gaze—close, intimate, daring.

"I could show you a much better time..." you whispered, your fingers brushing gently along his thigh, caressing slow and deliberate.

Jungwon's eyes narrowed as he gripped your wrist tightly, yanking your hand away from his lap with a harsh tug. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you stupid slut?” Jungwon snarled, his voice sharp and laced with pure contempt.

“I thought you actually wanted to study for once in your miserable life,” he spat, yanking your wrist away from his lap with a harsh grip. “Or was that just some pathetic excuse to get me alone and play your little seduction game—like the desperate whore you are?”

He shoved your hand aside like it disgusted him, his glare burning straight through you.

“Listen closely,” he hissed, voice low and cruel. “I’m not one of your brainless fuck toys you can throw yourself at. I have zero interest in stuffing my cock into your sloppy cunt—no matter how much you beg me for it.”

Every word was brutal, each one meant to slice through your pride like a knife.

Then he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes narrowing as he looked you over with icy disgust.

“So,” he said slowly, voice calm now—but no less threatening, “are you finally going to shut the fuck up and focus like a decent student? Or do I need to bend you over this table and spank the stupidity out of you until you learn how to behave?”

There was no room left for games. No teasing, no flirting—just a sharp line drawn in the heat between you.

You looked up at Jungwon, then down again—like you couldn’t decide whether to feel ashamed or just pretend to be. Finally, you turned your head away with a frustrated flick, as if his coldness had actually stung.

You knew what you looked like. You were pretty—hot, even. People could call you a slut, a tease, a brainless whore... and maybe some of it wasn’t so far off.

But no one, not even your worst enemies, could say you were ugly. And you’d long since mastered how to use that to your advantage.

Jungwon’s scowl faltered, just for a second, at the sight of your meek little act. The way your eyes welled up, how you glanced away like you were ashamed. But the softness didn’t last.

He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh, spare me the performance,” he sneered. “You really think a pout and some fake tears are enough to convince me you’re anything more than a brainless little slut?”

His eyes dragged over your body slowly, deliberately—taking in every curve with a gaze that felt more dissecting than appreciative. “You’re not the first pretty face who’s tried to seduce me,” he muttered, voice low and cold, “and you sure as hell won’t be the last.”

He leaned back, arms crossed, his expression hard. “So, are you finally going to focus on the damn lesson? Or am I going to have to find a more... motivational way to make you behave?”

His eyebrow arched, the threat in his voice laced with something darker—something dangerous.

You scoffed, the meek little act slipping off like a mask. Your lips curled into a smirk, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You’re different from the other guys, Wonnie,” you purred, voice low and sultry. “I like that.”

Without hesitation, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him with ease as your gaze raked over his body—slow, hungry, deliberate. Then your eyes met his, locked and daring, lips parted just slightly.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice dripping with playful defiance. “I’ll pay attention.”

Your long, decorated nails trailed down his chest, slow and teasing, your fingers drawing lazy patterns against the fabric of his shirt.

“So… what kind of motivation method did you have in mind?” you asked, wide-eyed and innocent in the most dangerous way.

Jungwon’s eyes darkened the moment you straddled his lap, your body pressed flush against his. His hands shot up, gripping your wrists firmly—tight enough to make you still, but not enough to hurt. His jaw clenched as he stared into your wide, unblinking eyes.

“Careful,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous. “You’re playing a game you don’t know the rules to.”

His gaze flicked downward, watching your fingers dance along his chest, your decorated nails grazing over the fabric like you knew exactly what you were doing. He squeezed your wrists harder, pulling your hands away from him with a sharp tug, then leaned in—his lips brushing just beside your ear, his breath warm and heavy.

“You really want motivation?” he whispered, almost mockingly. “Because I can give it to you. I’ll bend you over this table and keep you there until you stop acting like a brat and start acting like a student.”

You could feel the tension vibrating off him—controlled, focused, intense. His voice was calm, but it carried weight. Promise. Threat.

“I don’t care how pretty you are. If you can’t sit still and learn, I’ll make sure the only thing you remember from this session is how it felt to be put in your place.”

He pulled back slightly, eyes locked with yours. There was no room left for games—only a challenge, one that made your pulse quicken.

With every harsh word that left Jungwon’s mouth, heat pooled low in your belly—warm, aching, impossible to ignore. You bit your lip, desperately holding back the soft moans threatening to slip out after each sentence. Your body shifted in his lap, restless and needy, reacting to his voice like it was a command carved straight into your skin.

Your breath quickened, shallow and shaky, as your eyes glazed over with a hazy mix of arousal and anticipation. You could barely meet his gaze, not from shame—but from how dizzying the tension had become.

“Wonnie~” you finally whimpered, your voice breathless and soaked in need, high and sweet like a plea.

Jungwon's grip on your wrists tightened as he felt you squirming in his lap, their breathy whimpers filling the air. He leaned back slightly, a wicked smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he took in your flushed cheeks and clouded eyes. 

"Listen to you, getting all hot and bothered from me just talking dirty to you. You really are a pathetic slut, aren't you?" He taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

Jungwon's hands slid up your arms, gripping their shoulders tightly as he pulled them flush against his chest. He could feel the swell of their ample breasts pressing against him, your hardened nipples straining against the thin fabric of your tank top. 

"Tell me, you brainless whore, is this what you want? To be manhandled and used like the fuck toy you are?" Jungwon's smirk grew wider as he felt your body trembling with anticipation. 

"Because I can give you exactly what you're craving. I can fuck you so hard, so deep, you'll be ruined for any other man. Is that what you need?" He growled, his hips grinding up slightly to press his hardening bulge against your core.

The moment you felt his bulge press against your core, a soft, involuntary moan slipped past your lips, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. Your breath hitched, sharp and shaky, and your fingers dug into his shoulder—tight, almost clawing for something to hold onto.

“Please… Wonnie,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need, barely more than a whimper.

You bit your lip hard as you ground your hips down against him, chasing even the smallest bit of friction. Every movement sent sparks through you, your body trembling with how badly you needed more. The tension was unbearable—thick, hot, and impossible to escape.

You looked up at him, eyes glassy, pleading—wordless, but loud with desire.

Jungwon let out a low, dark chuckle as he felt you grinding desperately against his hardening bulge, your needy moans filling his ears. 

"Please what, you brainless whore? Please fuck you stupid until you can't think straight?" He taunted, one hand sliding down to grab your ass roughly, squeezing the plump flesh.

With a sudden, sharp movement, Jungwon stood up, easily lifting you with him. He carried you over to a near empty group study room.

As he suddenly picked you up, you gasped and your arms instinctively went to hug his neck in shock. Your face buried in his neck. i giggled in between my desperate quiet moans.

Before you could react, he threw you down and bent them over the table, pressing your upper body down against the cool surface.

You gasped and moaned even louder as you flung your head to look at him from behind with an anticipating smile.

Jungwon's hand slid under your short short skirt, pushing your panties aside to expose your dripping slit. He ran a finger along their folds, feeling the slick heat coating his digit. 

You felt his fingers digging into you and moaned slightly "mmhh... won"

"Fuck, you're already so wet, you desperate whore. You really are gagging for my cock, aren't you?" He growled, pressing a finger inside your tight entrance.

Jungwon quickly undid his pants, freeing his large, veiny cock. It sprang out, slapping against your ass with a lewd thwack. The thick head was already drooling with pre-cum, the shaft pulsing and throbbing with need.

as you felt his hard big dick smacking your ass, your ass squirmed in anticipation and moaned

"Fuck won... Your so big for a nerd" i teased, gasping and giggling.

"Hmmm, yeah you like that? You slut." he growled as his hands found your ass, kneading it harshly. Without warning, Jungwon smacked your ass, a loud noise echoing through the room.

He moved his hands to gripped your hips tightly and thrust forward, burying his massive cock deep inside your soaked cunt with one brutal stroke.

You immediately moaned loudly, almost a scream. Your body tensing up and your eyes instinctively closing in pleasure

"Fuuuckkk..." you said as you felt your body slowly calming down slightly.

He groaned at the tight, wet heat engulfing his shaft, his hips slapping against your ass as he hilted inside them.

"Take it, you cock hungry slut. Fucking take my dick like the whore you are." Jungwon snarled, immediately setting a hard, fast pace as he began to pound into your needy hole.

You barely got used to it he immediate set a hard and fast pace and pounded harshly. You felt your own ass reddening over his hard thrusts.

A loud moan left your lips, you could feel your mind clouding in pleasure

"Yes yes yes" you repeatedly said, "Wonnie... please.. yess- fuck- feels so good, ur soo good" you said delirious, as if you were drunk on his cock.

Jungwon grunted as he felt your tight walls clenching and fluttering around his pistoning cock, your desperate moans and whimpers spurring him on.

He gripped their your hips harder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pounded into you with brutal, animalistic fervor.

"That's right, take my fucking cock like the eager little cock sleeve you are. Your hungry cunt is gripping me so fucking tight." Jungwon growled, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that had you seeing stars. 

"You love this, don't you slut? Love having your greedy hole stretched out and filled by a real man's dick?"

your eyes going to the back of your head, as you moaned louder and louder in pleasure

"Yes won, I love your cock so much, I'm a slut wonnie, I'm ur slut" you said in a slight mumble. your cunt gripping impossibly more onto his cock.

He slid a hand up your back, gripping their hair and wrenching their head back as he leaned down to snarl in their ear. 

Your back arched further and a moan left your lips. You could feel your own release coming,

"Won im gonna cum, im cumming, please, feelsh sho good" You screamed loudly, as your eyes closed instinctively. Your face scrunching, a loud moan rose from your throat from every thrust he gave.

"Yeah, just like that. Scream for me, whore. Let everyone know who this cunt belongs to now. Let them hear what a desperate, cock-drunk slut you are for me." Jungwon's hips never faltered, slamming into aeri with enough force to rattle the table beneath them.

Jungwon's balls slapped obscenely against your clit with every thrust, the wet squelching and slapping sounds of their fucking filling the room.

The musky scent of sex and sweat permeated the air as Jungwon rutted into you like a man possessed, determined to ruin them for anyone else.

He could feel his release approaching, the telltale tingling building at the base of his spine. With a harsh grunt, he slammed into you one last time before burying himself to the hilt, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied his heavy load deep inside their spasming cunt.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to roll back as your mouth fell open in a breathless gasp. Cunt gripping and fluttering on his cock as you felt his cum filling your insides. You trembled as you felt your release coming over you and a loud moan escaped your mouth. The noise falling from your mouth, unrestrained and raw.

"Fuck, take my cum you brainless bitch. Fucking take every last drop like the cum dumpster you are." Jungwon groaned, his hips jerking and twitching as spurt after spurt of his hot seed painted your insides white.

Jungwon's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his softening cock still buried deep inside your dripping cunt.

Shivers racked through you as you slowly pulled yourself back together. Your body began to come down, the rush fading into a warm, hazy stillness.

He looked down at their disheveled form, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of them trembling and moaning through their intense orgasm.

"That's it, cum on my fucking cock like the desperate slut you are. Milk my dick with this greedy cunt." He growled, giving a few more shallow thrusts as your walls fluttered and clenched around him.

As you slowly recovered and slid off his cock, Jungwon grunted at the sudden emptiness. But his smirk only grew wider as he watched them eagerly grab his sensitive shaft, stroking and licking at the mix of their combined juices coating his skin.

You licked and stroke his cock as you moaned and whined on it, your eyes closed, basking in the taste of yourself on his softening cock.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, gripping the strands tightly as he pulled their head back, forcing you to look up at him. "Look at you, so fucking eager to clean my cock like the dirty slut you are. You can't get enough, can you?" Jungwon taunted, his voice a low, dark rumble. A groan left his lips as he threw his head back in pleasure.

You took his cock and slapped it on your own cheeks, lulling your tongue, His head lowering down meeting your insatiable gaze and the mess you were underneath him.

"Is this what you wanted, you filthy cock sleeve? To have your face painted with the proof of what a dirty whore you are?"

A breathy giggle left your swollen lips, the feeling of your spit and your combined fluids sticking to your face making you giddy.

Jungwon's eyes flashed with cruel amusement as he watched aeri giggle and moan around his sensitive flesh, their tongue lolling out obscenely. 

"Such an obedient little cock warmer, so desperate to please" He purred, the dark promise in his words sending a shiver down aeri's spine.

You felt your cunt fluttering and gripping against nothing as you continued to put his hardening dick back in your mouth and sucking him off.

"Come on wonnie~ u have more right? cum on my face baby." you said as you stroke his cock and continued to deepthroat him

Jungwon's eyes darkened with lust and cruel amusement as he watched you eagerly deepthroating his sensitive cock, their throat convulsing around his thick shaft. He smirked at their teasing words, giving their hair a sharp tug in warning.

"Oh, you want me to cum on your slutty face, you brainless whore? Want me to mark you as my personal fuck toy in front of everyone?" Jungwon growled, his hips starting to piston forward as his cock began to harden and lengthen again inside your hot mouth.

He fucked your face with brutal, animalistic fervor, slamming his thick cock into your throat over and over. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room as Jungwon used your mouth like a cheap fleshlight.

You felt his hands gripping your hair impossibly harder and forcing you to swallow his thick cock. You gagged on his cock filling up your throat, restricting your airway. Your eyes rolling back as you tried to pull away from him, But he didn’t loosen his hold—his fingers still tangled tightly in your hair. Pressing you further down his length.

You slapped his thigh repeatedly as you could feel yourself drowning on his cock. With a groan he released your head, you threw yourself off him for a gasp of air and laughed breathlessly

"Fuck, ur so big for a nerd." You teased.

"Shut up." He growled lowly with a harsh grunt, gripping your hair tightly as he stroked his throbbing shaft. He aimed the flared head at yiur face, the angry red flesh pulsing and twitching as he neared his release.

"Open wide, you dirty slut. Stick out that whorish tongue and let me paint your pretty face with my cum." Jungwon snarled, his voice dripping with cruel, degrading lust.

You opened your mouth and closed your eyes anticipating for his cum to hit your face.

With a strangled groan, he erupted, thick ropes of hot, sticky seed erupting from his cock. Jungwon's cum splattered across your cheeks and tongue, the pearly essence dripping down your chin and neck as he marked you as his personal fuck toy.

You moaned at the feeling of his cum hitting your face. Jungwon loomed over your cum-splattered form, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

As his cum came to a stop, you opened your eyes and looked up at him as you wiped his cum with your finger and pushed it towards your mouth and sucked it off your finger and released it with a pop

"Mmm.. taste so good" you said, breathless and giggling.

He watched with a smug, satisfied smirk as you eagerly sucked his seed off their finger, your breathless giggles music to his ears.

"That's right, taste my cum. Get used it, cause you'll be having a lot more of it from now on." Jungwon said with a dark chuckle, his tone dripping with cruel promise.

He tucked himself back into his pants, not bothering to wipe the lingering remnants of their mixed essence from his softening cock. Jungwon knew he would be using your holes again and again, marking you inside and out as his personal fucktoy.

Leaning down, he gripped your chin tightly, forcing you to meet his intense, piercing gaze. 

"You're mine now, understand? This slutty body belongs to me. I'll fuck you whenever and however I want, and you'll take it like the desperate whore you are. Got it?" Jungwon growled, his eyes flashed with possessive lust.

He released your chin with a sharp tug, standing up straight and towering over their smaller form. 

"Now, get dressed and meet me back at my dorm room in an hour. I'm not done breaking in my new fucktoy just yet." Jungwon ordered, turning to head for the door.

to be continued...?

AUTHORS NOTE. ── ★ ˙ฅᨐฅ ̟ !! hey so u made it to the end, congrats!! thank you for reading my shitty writing that i made at 3 in the morning lolz. im thinking of writing a part 2 to this, im also thinking of making a psycho heeseung x nurse reader au or enemies with benefit ni-ki or maybe something fluffy in the future. so if you would like to see that i could make a tag list. ANYWAYS thank you sm for reading, i hoped u enjoyed it , and got off lol. TOODLES!

COMMENTS, FEEDBACKS, NOTES, AND REBLOGS ARE ALL APPRECIATED

[dgaftilwedie]

HIIII,,, idk if i can ask u, but could u do some hc’s of namgyu dealing with a reader who is insecure(? ;3

(im sorry if i wrote somethin’ bad, english isn’t my first, lenguage, BUT U CAN DO IT WHENEVER U WANT, I DONT REALLY HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, BUT I REALLY LOVE HOW U WRITE<3)

UHM HELLO YES I WOULD LOVE TO!!!!!! i get so excited when i get requests istg i was giggling over this for a solid 5 minutes... this hits so close to home too UGH!!!!!! i may or may not have gotten carried away and a wrote a whole fic instead... whoopsies!!!! i hope u enjoy!!!!! (also your english sounded perfectly fine to me!!!!!)

contains: insecure reader ofc, soft supportive boyfriend namgyu who LOVES YOU DEARLY AND WOULD DO ANYTHING TO SEE YOU HAPPY, just a whole bunch of fluffy shenanigans

namgyu's a very attentive partner. he seems like he's in his own little world pretty often, zoning out with distant eyes, but a lot of the time, he's observing your little quirks. the way your eyebrows twitch when you're concentrated or the way you bite the inside of your cheek when you're anxious - whatever it is, he notices. so of course, he was quick to notice the look of discomfort on your face as you stared into the bathroom mirror.

"somethin' wrong?" he asked, leaning his back against the door frame. the two of you had just gotten back to his place after a cute little date. he was always quick to change into his pajamas - a black pull-over hoodie for an artist you didn't know and a pair of plaid boxers. there was a weird feeling of envy in your stomach. he looked so fucking good all the time. no matter the circumstances, namgyu looked amazing. even now, wearing nothing but his pajamas. it wasn't fair. you let out a sigh.

"uh, yeah. 'm fine," you mumbled, running your hands through your hair. you were nitpicking everything about your appearance. not a single thing went ignored. namgyu could tell something was wrong. you could tell he was staring at you.

"come on, baby. what's the matter?" he walked into the bathroom and stood behind you, head poking out above yours. his arms lazily wrapped around you. "you can tell me, i won't bite. pinky promise."

you knew he wasn't going to let up. that's just how namgyu was. he could read you like a book... most of the time, you didn't mind it, but now?

"do you think i look ok?" you finally crack. he always gets you to crack.

"is that what this is about?"

"...maybe..."

namgyu pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, pulling you against his chest. the way he stared at your reflection was so much different from the look in your eyes. he looked at you like you were the most angelic being to cross his path. he looked at you like you were a sunset, a field of flowers, like you were all the stars in the sky bundled into one beautiful creature. he touched you like you were fine china, soft fingers and gentle kisses as if he could break you.

"you're lookin' too hard," he mumbled, squeezing you a little tighter. "mirrors lie or somethin'. you can't see what i can see, but i promise, i think you're perfect."

namgyu struggled with words - you knew that - but the way he was talking about you felt natural for him. you were so used to your own view of yourself. you constantly beat yourself up over the smallest things. namgyu didn't see that side of you. he didn't see what you saw; he saw something better.

"have you ever seen the way your eyes light up when you get excited over something? or the way you smile when i surprise you? or the way you look at me when you wake up?"

you could smell him all around you. his cheek was pressed against yours, sleepy voice vibrating throughout your body. you towards his face in the mirror, biting your bottom lip.

"i'm pretty sure humans weren't even supposed to be able to see their own faces, but look at that. you have the blessing of seeing yours. and i think you're pretty fucking gorgeous."

sometimes, you wanted to punch namgyu. not because he did anything wrong but because he was so good to you, it made you want to explode or something. he wasn't perfect but he tried so hard. his eyes hadn't left you, still analyzing you like you were a statue in a museum. there was a sinking feeling in your chest but it wasn't because you felt horrible about yourself anymore. you were sure you were about to cry.

"namgyu," you started, but you stopped yourself. you didn't really have anything to say. instead, you whipped yourself around, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing him like he was going to disappear.

"you're ok, baby." namgyu rested his head on yours, slowly rocking you back and forth. his hands were warm; one rested on your lower back and the other in between your shoulder blades, gently rubbing a circle to try and soothe you. "i've got you."

you could always count on namgyu to make you feel at least a little better. even if it didn't solve all of your problems or cure your self-image issues, it didn't matter, because namgyu would compliment you endlessly just to see you smile. he wasn't perfect - not by any means - but he was good to you. he tried.

[tloubae]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ I always will make it feel like you were the last one, so get in the waves like it was the first time `✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

pairings: girlfriend!ellie x reader

synopsis: you went with her on her revenge journey.

wc: 2.8k, reader and Ellie spend the night in a abandoned apartment, foul language, Ellie has a small panic attack, mention of death (kinda), soft smut, fingering + oral (r!&e! rec), aftercare.

pls keep in mind English isn’t my first language, sorry if this sucks is my first try to write smt like this, comments, critiques n reblogs are really appreciated!!!

Listen to this while you’re reading 🤍

After leaving Jackson, you and Ellie set off for Seattle. Now you’re miles from anything that feels like home, with only Shimmer to carry you and two backpacks packed tight with ammo, food, weapons, and the kind of grief that doesn’t let you sleep.

You’d told her you’d come no matter what. And when she stood outside your door at first light jaw tight, eyes colder than you’d ever seen them you didn’t ask why. You just packed your bag.

You’re on day three now. Tired. Hungry. Your thighs ache from riding. Ellie’s shoulders are tense beneath your hands, every muscle in her back locked like she’s waiting for the sky to fall.

You lean forward and press your forehead against her, lightly.

“You okay back there?” she asks without turning. Her voice is steady, but clipped.

You don’t answer just rest your cheek between her shoulder blades, arms wrapped snug around her waist. After a few moments, she speaks again. “You miss home?”

“A little,” you murmur.

“Yeah. Me too,” she says. “I want a roof. A door I can lock. Some goddamn quiet.”

She clicks her tongue, eyes scanning the street ahead block after block of concrete rot, street signs faded down to rust. “Let’s try one of those buildings. Find a place to crash for the night. Preferably clicker-free.”

“Or WLF-free,” you say.

Ellie hums, but her grip tightens on the reins.

You find an old apartment building with the bones still intact. Stairs are warped, but climbable. No fresh blood. No shit spray. No spores. You sweep with flashlights, blades in hand.

Just as you step through what looks like a second-floor apartment, a rotten floorboard gives a warning creak and something snarls in the dark.

Clicker.

Ellie reacts fast, her switchblade already in hand. She pushes you behind her, ducks under a swing, and plunges the blade into the clicker’s throat. It collapses in two jerks. You both stand still for a beat, listening for more.

Nothing.

Ellie exhales slowly. “Fucker.”

You nod toward the bedframe in the corner. “We’ll call that his room, yeah?”

She gives the ghost of a grin. “Works for me.”

The apartment smells like mildew and wet drywall. But it’s quiet, and the mattress hasn’t collapsed under its own age. That’s enough.

You strip your damp shirt, staying only in your bra and pants, hang it on a cracked dresser knob. Ellie’s sitting on the bed, legs crossed, methodically wiping blood from her knife. Her hands are steady, but her eyes aren’t here.

She’s somewhere else. Behind her eyes, something’s playing back.

You know the look. You’ve had it yourself.

You sit next to her in silence. The room’s dim. Shadows from a shattered window cut across the wall. You glance down at her fingers, clenched too tight around the blade.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, quiet, “you seem thousands of miles away lately… what’s going on with you”

She doesn’t answer right away.

Finally, she says, “I still see him every time i close my fucking eyes…”

She stops. Tries to breathe.

Your hand slides over hers, gentle. She doesn’t pull away.

“I can’t stop thinking…” Ellie says, voice thinner now. “If I’d just… if I was faster… Joel…”

Her throat works, but the words don’t come.

You shift closer. “Ellie.”

She finally looks at you.

“I’m here,” you say. “You’re not alone. I’m not letting you carry this by yourself.”

Ellie drops the knife on the floor. Metal on wood. Then she leans forward, rests her forehead against your chest.

No kiss. No heat. Just need. Just you.

You slide your arms around her, and that’s how it starts. Like it always starts.

You lift Ellie’s chin and kiss her soft, slow, a little chapped. You kiss Ellie like you need her. Like you’ve been holding it in too long and it’s finally spilling out. Your hands are all over her waist, her back, the nape of her neck pulling her closer, keeping her there. She kisses you back like it’s the only thing that still makes sense.

Clothes come off without hesitation. She barely gets a breath in before you’re pushing her shirt up, tugging her pants down. Your mouth is on her throat, her collarbone, kissing like you’re trying to memorize the shape of her. She reaches for you but you catch her wrist, gently.

“Let me,” you say, voice low.

She nods, and lies back on the mattress. It creaks beneath you both, but it holds. Her eyes don’t leave yours.

Your kisses deepen, messier now, mouths wet and open. You move down her body with slow, careful intent. Kissing every inch you pass. You pause when your lips brushing down to her skin you look up at her.

“You okay?” you ask, your hand sliding down her thigh.

She nods again, this time shakier. “Yeah.” You trail your lips down her neck, over her collarbone, then lower, sucking gently on one nipple before shifting to the other. Her hand slides into your hair and stays there.

“Babe…” she breathes. Her thighs twitch.

You move down, slow and sure, kissing her stomach, then between her legs. You kiss the inside of her leg, then again, a little higher. Your hands are warm and steady, pressing against her hips, anchoring her.

You lick her once flat and slow. When your mouth finally finds her clit, her whole body jerks a raw gasp pulled from her throat.

“Jesus—”  She gasps, her body jolting in reaction.

“Oh, fuck—” she whispers.

You hum softly, your tongue slow and sure, working her open with steady pressure. Your fingers stroke her thigh, grounding her. You glance up and her eyes are already on you. Focused. Intent. Like you’re the only thing in the world. She pants through clenched teeth, hips twitching every time your mouth hits just right. It’s building fast, sharp and hot, tension pooling low in her belly.

Then you slip two fingers inside her slow, curling them just right and her hips buck up into your mouth.

“Fuck—don’t stop—”

Your hand squeezes her thigh, a soft I’ve got you, and you don’t.

You stay there, tongue moving in steady, slow circles. You feel her legs part further, her hands gripping your arms now, anchoring herself. She’s close. But she’s holding back.

“Ellie,” you murmur, pausing just a moment. “Relax, let go”

She comes with a low, guttural moan all tension, then release. She stares down at you, eyes wide and open and she does. Her head tilts back, mouth falling open. You stay through it, mouth soft and slow until she flinches and pulls you up with trembling hands.

She kisses you, tasting herself. Her hand cups the back of your neck. “Are you okay?” you whisper.

“Yeah,” she breathes, dazed. “I am.” You flip her carefully, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as she settles back. Her skin’s flushed, pupils blown wide. She lets out a shaky exhale when Ellie’s hand moves down your stomach.

“My turn,” she murmurs, brushing her nose against your jaw

Then she flips you over, her lips dragging down your throat.

“Let me,” she says, voice hoarse. You nod, and she kisses you again slow, grounding before trailing lower. Down your chest, your stomach. She hooks her arms around your thighs, spreads you open, and leans in.

You gasp the second her tongue touches you your hips twitch, your hand finds hers fast, fingers lacing tight.

“Is this okay?” she asks, voice low against you.

You nod fast. “Yeah, just—keep going.”

She does.

She licks you slow, then deeper finding your rhythm. Your body starts to rock with it, hips rising up into her mouth. She sucks your clit gently, then firmer, and you let out a broken moan.

Eyes locked to yours as she slides two fingers inside slow, deliberate, like a vow.

You moan immediately, hips arching into her.

“Right there?” she asks, breath catching.

“Yes,” you whisper, biting your lip.

She curls her fingers. Her thumb finds your clit and circles it with soft, perfect pressure. Her mouth kisses down your neck, then your jaw. you grip her hand harder, pulling her closer, grounding yourself in her. Your other hand curls in the blanket above your head.

“God, you’re—” she begins, but swallows the rest.

You groan as your body rises toward the edge. Your hand grabs her forearm.

“Ellie,” you gasp. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” she says. “I’ve got you.”

Your thighs start to shake. You’re close. She feels it in the way your breath starts to catch, how your whole body tightens under her mouth. You come with a shiver that overtakes you slowly, like a tide pulling out. Ellie watches you the whole time, staying with you, steady and grounding. You come with a sharp, shaking cry legs locking around her, head thrown back. She holds you through it, doesn’t stop until you whimper and pull at her hand.

The room is quiet now, except for your breathing and the occasional creak of the old mattress as you shift, still wrapped around each other. The air smells like sweat and dust, but neither of you moves to open a window. It’s not about comfort anymore it’s about not letting go.

After a while, Ellie draws in a breath and pushes herself up slowly. Her movements are gentle, like she’s afraid to disturb something fragile.

“I’m getting water,” she murmurs. “Don’t move.”

You nod, watching her tug on her shirt and move through the dim light with bare feet and soft steps. She finds her bag, pulls out a dented canteen, shakes it once to make sure there’s enough inside.

When she comes back, she hands it to you first. “You need it more,” she says.

You take a sip. The water’s lukewarm, a little metallic, but it soothes the rawness in your throat. You hand it back, and Ellie drinks the rest in quiet pulls before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Your legs are shaking,” she says, voice soft but concerned.

“I’m fine,” you say automatically.

She raises an eyebrow. “Don’t do that. I know that voice.”

You sigh, letting your head fall back onto the pillow. “Okay. I’m… not fine. But I will be.”

Ellie grabs her shirt and uses the cleanest part of the hem to gently wipe the sweat off your neck and collarbone. Her touch is soft, focused. “You don’t have to be fine yet.”

You watch her work the way her hands move, the crease between her brows. She looks like she’s still trying to come down from something, but taking care of you is helping her steady herself.

You catch her wrist. “Ellie.”

She looks up.

“You’re okay now. Right?”

She nods slowly. “Yeah. I think I am.”

She bends down, presses her lips to your temple. “Thanks to you.”

You sit up, muscles sore, and pull her between your legs. Your arms wrap around her waist, your cheek resting against her bare stomach. She runs her fingers through your hair, slow and steady.

“I hate that I scared you,” she says quietly.

“You didn’t,” you say. “Not really. I just… I didn’t want you to go through it alone.”

“I wasn’t alone,” she whispers.

You nod into her skin. “Neither of us are.”

You stay like that a while just touching, just breathing.

Eventually, Ellie moves to grab a clean rag from her pack, pours a little water onto it from the canteen. She crouches in front of you and wipes between your thighs, slow and careful.

“Too much?” she asks.

“No,” you say. “It’s okay.”

You clean her up next gentle, respectful. Not sexual. Just care. She watches you the whole time, eyes soft and unguarded. When you’re both done, you pull on your shirts, not bothering with pants. It’s warm enough under the blanket.

She gets back into bed first, opening her arms. You crawl in and let her fold you into her chest.

Her fingers trace shapes on your back again this time not distracted or anxious, just soft. Present.

“You think we’ll always be like this?” she murmurs.

“Like what?”

“This close. Just you and me away from the rest of the world”

You tilt your head to meet her eyes. “If we keep choosing each other… yeah. I think we will.”

Ellie smiles it’s small, but real.

“I’m glad it was you,” she says. “Out here. With me.”

You press a kiss to her throat. “Me too.”

She exhales slowly, her arms tightening around you like she’s anchoring herself there, in this moment, in you.

You fall asleep to the sound of her heartbeat and the warmth of her breath on your neck. Still tangled. Still holding on.

And for once, the dark doesn’t feel so heavy.

I hope you enjoy it, this my comeback after I think almost a year without posting lol 🤓

[curiouspupsicle]

Good Omens Fan Fiction Friday (7/11/25) - Saw the Tags; Read it Anyway

I love the diversity of Good Omens fan fic writers and readers. There's something for everyone. It's amazing. We don't all like the same things. I'm sure my recs dominated by sweet stories with happy endings have some readers wishing for something edgier. Well buckle up, this theme is for you. Today I share the fics with tags I normally avoid. But the writer intrigued me so much I read their fic anyway. And even if I had to follow some stories by reading tooth-rotting fluff, I don't regret it a bit. If you prefer to give dark subjects a miss, stop reading here. Check out some of my other themed recs on lighter topics. And come back next week for happier stories.

Let's start with one of the first fics I read with a tag I'd normally forgo. However, it wasn't the writer who lured me in, but readers. So many people recommended Be Still, My Love, Be Still (E) by entanglednow that I gave it a shot. And this tale of a human and a sleep paralysis demon falling in love landed in my top 10% of fics. The writer skillfully managed the dub-con tag to get past my initial squick. And wrote something surprisingly tender.

BTW, entanglednow has written 188 Good Omens fics. So if this is your jam, check them out.

Thank You for the Thorns (E) by @captainblou tags by the chapter. The writer hits you with the sexual assault of a primary character by the second chapter. I read this slow burn love story between Ezra Fell and Anthony Crowley because I know captainblou can write an emotional story that gives me the feels. This didn't disappoint.

As long as we're abusing primary characters, check out @raxacoricofallapatoriusrulez's Sunshine and Thorns (E). This is a Dead Dove fic (and they aren't kidding) in which Aziraphale is tormented by his partner, Gabriel. I found it a tough ride. But I trusted Rax who didn't let me down. It was worth a read for BAMF!Crowley.

Still with me? Take a duckling break.

And we're back with more Dark Omens I felt compelled to read. I find WIP English Gothic (M) by wild_iwaslivid so horrifying I skim it in the reading version of watching a scary movie through your fingers. I haven't even entered it in my fan fic spreadsheet. But every time I see a new chapter pop up on AO3, I can't resist reading it. Clerk Anthony Crowley is trafficked to the nefarious Aziraphale Prince. So why do I read it? The entire story is written in a series of letters, journal entries, and reports. Which means the abuse and other dark tags are referenced rather than shown directly. And it's still really disturbing. The story is well written and captures the language of an earlier time. I'd give up. But it's near the end. And I want to be sure poor Anthony gets away. However, if you don't want to read dark (and I mean DARK) Aziraphale, give this one a pass. If you can handle that aspect, check out how well the writer handles their material. In Why Does the Ortolan Sing (E) by @onedappercat, bookseller Azira is intrigued by the singer he hears performing at Nina's coffee shop. Intrigue leads to fascination with Crowley, the partner of a controlling mob boss. This one had me wanting to shake Azira for putting Crowley in danger. But the wonderful writing and desire to get to the happy ending kept me reading.

Line up at Club Eden (E) by @dustandhalos for all your gay, asexual, BDSM needs. Crowley is an incubus who runs a mysterious nightclub where people who enter find themselves forever changed (if they leave at all). Aziraphale went there intending to write about it for his paper. But the demon and the reporter find themselves drawn to each other and appear to have a mysterious connection. This Dead Dove fic is filled with violence. Crowley is a proper demon, although still morally complex compared to most of hell's personnel. The writer wrote one of my favorite heist fics, Stalwart Sun, Wily Moon and includes stunning artwork with their writing. I simply can't resist reading it. This WIP is nearly finished. I look forward to the big reveal of the exact connection between Aziraphale and Crowley. Finally, I tend to avoid both priest and sex worker fics. It hurts my heart to read the trauma these characters often suffer. So you'll probably be surprised that I'm finishing this list with a fic that pairs a priest with a sex worker: Lay Thee Sinner, 'Neath The Cross And Pole (E) by @elysiumleo (The_Nerd_Alert). Father Aziraphale's co-worker takes him to a strip club for his 50th birthday. He gets a lap dance from 30-something Anthony, an ambitious pole dancer who proposes an arrangement to teach the priest about sex so he can make an informed decision about whether he wants to remain in the priesthood. Okay, sounds like a great excuse to write lots of smut. But more than that, the writer writes explicit sex scenes that amazingly reveal things about the characters in the middle of the smut. They are a master of their craft. And despite my initial reluctance, they have made me really care about these characters and want to see where they end up and how they got there. Yes, this fic has all the trauma I normally avoid. But the characters are endearing and I found it worth reading despite tags I'd usually give a pass. This is another WIP about half way finished. Reblog and comment if you appreciate a well written Dark Omens. I'll be back next week with more Good Omens fic recs. I'll probably go the opposite way--perhaps a list of Live Doves: Give Them A Little Kiss fics. In the meantime, check out my other favorite fics on this pinned post of weekly Good Omens fan fiction recommendations. And if my faves appear to be your faves, check out my bookmarks on AO3--all the fics I rate in my top 10% of everything I've read.

[fandomfablesunleashed]

Chosen fate

Zoro x reader

Summary: The day Zoro’s soulmate mark appeared, he decided it didn’t change anything. Despite the mark, he remained fully focused on his goal

Words: 0.8k

Notes: Something short to hopefully get me back into writing.

English is not my first language

Masterlist

It happened during a calm morning at sea. The Thousand Sunny sailed over still waters, the ocean unusually gentle. Crew members were spread out on the deck, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Zoro took this time to nap right there, his swords by his side, until a burning sensation flared across his left wrist, waking him immediately.

“What the hell…?” he muttered, scrutinizing his hand.

A name had appeared. Red ink, scrawled like fire across his calloused skin. It glowed faintly before blending in, like it had always been there.

“Zoro?” you asked, moving closer. “You okay?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Luffy bounced over. “Whoa! Did you burn your hand or something?”

“No,” Zoro muttered, examining his wrist. “It’s a name.”

At once, everyone looked up and hurried over.

“A name?” Sanji’s eyes narrowed. “You mean a soulmate mark?”

“Wait, for real?!” Usopp shouted, already halfway to Zoro. “That’s, like, super rare!”

Chopper skidded to a stop beside them. “Does it hurt? Do you feel different?! Can I see?!”

Zoro groaned but didn't pull away as the little reindeer observed his hand with sparkling eyes.

Brook twirled his cane. “Ah, to be connected across by fate! Yohohoho! I would’ve cried… if I had eyes.”

Robin strolled over more calmly, but even she looked intrigued. “Some say those names are forged by destiny itself.”

“I think it’s dumb,” Zoro stated. “Don’t care who it is.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re really not even curious?”

“No. Doesn’t matter. My only goal is to be the world’s greatest swordsman. This changes nothing.”

“You’re telling me,” Nami said, folding her arms, “that a literal fated soulmate mark appears on your hand, and you don’t even want to know who it is?”

Zoro shrugged. “Nope.”

Days passed. Months passed. Even years. He never looked for the person. Never searched. Never talked about it or entertained crew teasing. He trained harder, like the mark had challenged his focus. He either treated it like he could sweat it out or like it was a ghost on his hand, nothing else.

Until the day came and he did become the world's greatest swordsman.

You were there. Of course you were. Right by his side, where you'd always been. No title or accolade could ever change how you saw him, but the sight of him standing tall, victorious with his dream accomplished, brought tears to your eyes. You had watched him bleed for this. Fight for it. Suffer for it. And now, he had done it.

You stepped forward, heart full, ready to offer your congratulations the moment he came into reach. But he didn’t give you the chance. His lips met yours, steady and certain, like he’d decided and didn’t need your permission to follow it. Like it had been decided long ago, and he’d simply been holding out for the right moment to act.

You pulled back, stunned. “What about your soulmate?"

“Still don’t care,” he said simply.

“But… that’s fate, Zoro.”

“I don’t follow fate. I follow what I choose. And I choose you.”

You stood there in silence. All this time, you had hidden your mark beneath a simple bracelet. It had been your choice. You had waited for this.

With trembling fingers, you unclasped the bracelet and let it fall to the ground. Your hand was bare now. The name stood out.

Roronoa Zoro.

He stared. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

“Why… why have you never shown me this before?”

“Because you never cared about the soulmate thing,” you said quietly. “And I didn’t want to get in the way of your dream. I didn’t want to be the thing that slowed you down.”

His jaw clenched. His brows drew low. “Stupid.”

“Hey!” you snapped, “I also didn’t want you to feel obligated or anything…” you trailed off. “I wanted you to choose me because you desired to do so…”

He appeared to be deep in thought. “So let me get this straight,” he said, lifting his arm, baring the name burned into his wrist. “You’ve had my name this whole time while I’ve been walking around with some random one on mine?”

You reached for his wrist. “That’s my name”

Zoro blinked, his eye moving from your face to the mark on his skin. “But… your name is—”

You shook your head, cutting him off. “No. That’s the name I chose for myself. The name I gave the world. But the one on your hand…” Your voice faltered slightly as your fingers paused, hovering just above the ink etched into his skin. “That’s the name I was given.”

Zoro looked down at the mark again, as if seeing it for the first time—not as some irrelevant scribble on his skin, but as you. The real you. The one he'd already chosen, long before he knew the truth.

“… So all this time,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I had you. And didn’t even know it.” 

You nodded. “And I had you. But I knew.”

“I don’t care what name is written on my skin,” he said, with a conviction so strong it felt like his new vow. “I care about the one I fought beside. The one I argued with. Laughed with. Bled with. That’s the one I chose. It was always you. Before I even knew fate had anything to say about it.”

[obvithe-bestsoph]

Can you write abt Kenan Yildiz and his gf having a great time together and at some point while she's talking he keeps looking at her with a whipped grin and says "I love you" for the first time. Sorry for english, not my first language

"i love you."

masterlist requests word count: 685

a/n: loved this request! genre: fluff. warnings: none.

summary: kenan says "i love you" for the first time.

Kenan’s apartment smells like vanilla candles and laundry detergent. The TV is playing some random cooking show neither of you are paying attention to, and the bag of grapes on the coffee table is slowly disappearing as you pop one into your mouth every few minutes.

You’re curled up on his couch, legs draped across his lap while you scroll through your phone, but you keep pausing to tell him things - stories, weird facts, little updates he didn’t even ask for but always listens to. He’s stretched out under you, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hair a little messy in that effortless way that still looks like a magazine shoot.

You don’t even notice that he’s watching you. Like really watching you. Not just “I’m listening” watching, but full-on eyes soft, mouth slightly parted, head tilted in that quiet “wow” kind of way.

You’re telling him a story about how you accidentally ended up in a senior citizen yoga class at your gym, complete with a dramatic reenactment of the 75-year-old who called you “sweetheart” and corrected your stance, when he just kind of stops responding.

You catch him staring. That dopey grin is back. One side tilted higher than the other, like he’s trying to hold something in.

“What?” you laugh. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He blinks like he just got caught. Then shrugs, cheeks going pink. “I love you.”

The words hit like someone popped the air around you. You freeze. Your heart skips.

You stare at him. “Wait. What?”

“I love you,” he says again, slower this time. “I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but… you were talking, and I was just sitting here thinking, ‘God, I love her,’ so I said it.”

You don’t speak for a second. Not because you’re unsure. Not because it’s too soon. Just because it’s him. Kenan. And he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You sit up a bit straighter, the couch shifting beneath you. “Say it again.”

Kenan smiles, a little breathless. “I love you.”

“Again.”

He laughs. “I love you.”

Your chest feels too small for your heart. You lean forward and kiss him, hand cupping his jaw. It’s not rushed or dramatic. It’s warm. Sure. Soft. Like it’s always been waiting.

When you pull away, your forehead rests against his. “I love you too.”

Kenan lets out a small laugh, almost disbelieving. “Took you long enough.”

“You said it first,” you tease.

“Yeah, but I’ve been thinking it for a while.”

You settle back into his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist like muscle memory. “Since when?”

He kisses your temple. “Since that day you came to training in the pouring rain just to drop off my water bottle. You were soaked and grumpy and still told me to hydrate. I knew then.”

You groan. “I looked like a drowned rat.”

“You looked like my drowned rat,” he says, grinning.

You smack his arm lightly and laugh. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you love it.”

You both go quiet after that, the sound of the TV filling the background. He rubs small circles on your back with his thumb, the kind of touch that says “I’m not going anywhere.”

After a few minutes, you shift so you’re lying completely on him, head on his chest, his heartbeat thudding steadily in your ear.

Then he whispers, “If I say it again, will you keep kissing me?”

You smile without even opening your eyes. “Only one way to find out.”

“I love you,” he says.

So you kiss him.

And you keep kissing him. Once. Then again. Then one more time just because it feels like the only thing that makes sense.

He laughs into it, hands sliding down your sides. “I’m never going to shut up now.”

“You better not,” you murmur.

He kisses the tip of your nose, eyes full of something quiet and overwhelming.

“I like us,” he says, voice low.

You pull him closer and press your lips to his cheek.

“Me too.”

[oddsandends58exe]

FINALLY... THE COMPLETE LORE OF ODDS – EXPLAINED!

including her canine traits, her relationship with Kondraki, and everything in between!

I'm so happy to present this to you, since I worked really hard and it's my first time writing something like this in English! your attention would mean so much to me ^_^

her slightly updated ref sheet. odds' lore below👇

Disclaimer 1:

This post contains deviations from the established SCP canon (OOC, OC x canon, or altered canonical events — for example, Iris is in the Foundation's containment not after her boyfriend's death but since childhood). If such changes in a universe where "there is no canon" deeply upset or irritate you, I strongly advise against reading this post. You won't enjoy it, and you'll only waste your time and nerves.

Disclaimer 2:

Aside from Odds, this post also features other original characters of mine (and not just mine). I won't delve into their lore here, as they're meant to have their own dedicated posts (though I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them).

So, what do we have here? Yet another self-indulgent SCP OC with animal traits, who also gets shipped with a canon character. Oh, the horror. If even that hasn't scared you off—congratulations. But how did we even end up like this?

CHILDHOOD AND WHY SHE'S A "MUTT"

Meet Lizochka Krasnova. She was born in 1983 into a fairly wealthy and privileged family. Her mother seems loving at times, even spoiling her, but occasionally acts completely differently — yelling at Lisa and scolding her over trivial things. Unpleasant, but mostly tolerable. Strangely, she often speaks of Lisa’s father as a wonderful, perfect man. Lisa finds this odd: If he’s so great, why do they argue all the time?

Speaking of her father — they rarely see each other, and when they do, he's cold toward her. It's like he's been disappointed in her since birth, though Lisa can't understand why.

Truth is, Lisa rarely spent time with her parents. Most days, she was left with nannies and servants in their big house. She loved when they showed her their "tricks" — stretching their limbs, growing taller or smaller, sprouting fur, spikes, or scales, sometimes even swapping their faces for animal muzzles or monstrous forms. But her father was the best at it: he'd shift into a massive, wine-red beast with sharp fangs, like a wolf or a hound. Usually, they transformed to fight "bad guys" or when they gathered in the grand hall — where Lisa was never allowed. She was curious about what happened there, but also afraid — terrifying sounds came from behind that door. Sometimes, it caused her nightmares.

Still, she thought this ability was incredible. But, unfortunately, she couldn't do it herself. Maybe that's why her father looked down on her, calling her a disappointment and a disgrace. Sometimes he even blamed her mother, muttering that their daughter lacked the right gifts "despite all his efforts."

Then, at six years old, Lisa decided to change things. She wanted to prove herself to her father — to finally earn his approval. She'd just learned to read, so she sneaked one of the "magic" books, determined to learn transformations like him. Through agonizing pain and small amount of blood loss, she managed a partial shift: dog ears and a tail. But the effort drained her, and she collapsed beside the book in a small pool of blood.

She woke up later in her bed. The servants nursed her back to health, but after that, the books were kept away from her. Worse, she couldn’t undo the change — and her "performance" didn’t impress her father. He just smirked and said the look suited her: "Like a mutt, begging for scraps of approval."

GOC

Four years had passed since then. Not much had changed. Lisa still spent more time alone than with her parents, who were always busy. Her father kept belittling her, while her mother continued to idolize him despite their constant fights. Over time, Lisa realized her mother didn't really love her — she just cared out of obligation.

She also learned that her father's "business," which funded their lavish lifestyle, wasn't exactly legal. She didn't know — or want to know — the details, but the knowledge disgusted her. Not that she could do anything about it. From the nannies, she pieced together what this "magic" was that everyone around her seemed to wield. Her parents, she gathered, worshipped some ancient entities that granted them these powers. The nannies rambled about "Karcists" and "the Flesh," but by then, Lisa had stopped listening.

Then, one day, while wandering the woods near the mansion, she heard loud, terrifying noises from the house. Terrified, she hid, waiting for the chaos to end. When silence finally fell, she crept back toward the house.

The scene outside was horrific: blood and corpses everywhere. Among the dead were servants and soldiers —ones she’d never seen before, their uniforms marked with a blue star. Inside was the same — blood, death. She'd seen corpses before, but this time, fear truly gripped her: she was completely alone. Her parents' bodies were nowhere to be found, so she clung to the hope they were alive and would return. Her room was untouched, and she barricaded herself there, waiting.

Less than two days later, new people entered the mansion. More soldiers, but with a different symbol on their uniforms — not a blue star. Lisa braced for the end, but...

SCP-2408-1B

From that point on, Elizabeth (as the Foundation staff preferred to call her) was placed under SCP Foundation containment with the designation SCP-2408-1B.

As she grew older, she learned the truth about her father, Grigory Krasnov —a former member of an anomalous criminal organization and the Sarkic cult known as the "Hunter's Black Lodge." Later, he broke away from the Lodge to establish his own faction, where occult practices played an even greater role.

Beth also discovered the reason for her father's perpetual disappointment. While her mother was pregnant, she had been subjected to rituals and experiments in the hopes that Elizabeth would be born as a "Second Ion" — a figure that would have allowed her father to rally more followers among Neo-Sarkites and solidify his power. Needless to say, the plan failed.

Her father and everyone from her childhood were, in essence, instances of SCP-2408-1. But because Elizabeth was "defective" (unable to achieve a full transformation), she was classified as SCP-2408-1B. Those who could freely shapeshift and revert to their original form were designated SCP-2408-1A.

CONTINUING CHILDHOOD IN THE FOUNDATION

Elizabeth was placed in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-17, furnished with a bed, dining table, and bathroom. As additional amenities, she was provided with a television and VHS tapes containing films, TV series, and children's programming — including the Garfield cartoon series. It was through repeated viewings of this show that she acquired the nickname "Odds" (after the character Odie), which Foundation personnel subsequently adopted. Elizabeth herself didn't object to the name — in fact, she preferred it, as her real name carried painful associations with her family. By now, she felt nothing but hatred for her parents, blaming them for her current circumstances.

Despite her frequent complaints, Odds' living conditions within the Foundation were reasonably comfortable. She was provided with meals, clothing, basic entertainment, and even a standard education program that included socialization components. However, both her academic performance and social integration were poor. While instructors noted that Odds wasn’t unintelligent, she regularly refused to complete assignments or "forgot" about homework, earning a reputation as a lazy student. For her part, Odds viewed the teachers as hypocrites who underestimated her abilities.

Efforts to socialize her proved equally unsuccessful. Even in childhood, she developed a difficult, antisocial personality. She harbored particular resentment toward Iris (SCP-105), a girl one year her senior with whom she was often placed in shared lessons. Odds' irritation only grew when instructors praised Iris — diligent and capable — constantly emphasizing her "potential" and value to the Foundation. Though Iris herself attempted to reach out, Odds consistently responded with hostility and avoidance. This one-sided rivalry and envy of her more accomplished "colleague" would persist into Odds' adulthood.

Due to her poor socialization and abrasive demeanor, Odds never made friends as a child. She preferred solitude and the laptop gifted to her on her 14th birthday (naturally, with restrictions and monitoring). Her interests in alternative music and anime cultivated a self-image as "mysterious" and "special"—a persona that only further alienated those around her, a trend that would continue well into her future.

BEGINNING WORK AT THE FOUNDATION

After receiving a basic education within the Foundation, Odds' future had to be decided. She was granted Level 2 clearance and assigned to clerical work. Since she no longer required containment as an object, Odds was "evicted" from her cell — only to be relocated to... a repurposed storeroom. This cramped space now serves as both her living quarters and workspace, which she leaves only for hygiene, meals in the cafeteria, and work duties. The meager salary she earns goes toward online shopping, cementing her lifestyle as that of a reclusive "hikikomori", occasionally muttering snide remarks about her coworkers (though quietly enough to avoid being overheard).

Over time, Odds has managed to accumulate her share of detractors. One such figure is Dr. Iceberg, who earned a sharp rejection after an attempt at flirting. This might have been a routine incident for him, had it not been followed by a torrent of insults from Odds. Since then, mutual disdain has festered between them — both view the other as arrogant and self-centered. Iceberg dismisses Odds as rude and stupid, while she retaliates by mocking his failures in both his personal life and career.

Her relationship with the legendary Alto Clef is no better. Though no open conflict has erupted, Odds considers him a detestable, irritating man. Clef, for his part, regards her with indifference — crude remarks from women don't bother him. His opinion of Odds aligns with the general consensus: an arrogant yet cowardly loudmouth.

Despite her misanthropy and "no one appreciates me" attitude, Odds has, against all odds, somehow made friends. Her first ally is Dr. Venera, a cheerful Foundation philologist and her polar opposite. Shared interests in music and anime brought them together. Venera even occasionally coaxes Odds out for walks (during which Odds must hide her canine traits). Over time, Venera noticed Odds' volatile mood swings — from joy to rage or depression, sometimes culminating in self-harm. She discreetly removes sharp objects from Odds' room. Though they often quarrel, Venera recognizes the buried kindness and empathy in Odds, believing she needs professional help. It was Venera who dyed streaks of Odds' hair pink.

Her second unlikely friend is Dr. Nevus, a biologist who once barged into Odds' room unannounced to collect fur samples from her ears and tail. As it turned out, Nevus had taken a keen interest in the SCP-2408 anomaly and decided to study it — and Odds — in detail, conducting an impromptu interview. Odds' initial fury, especially over being compared to a dog during the "interview," as she despises being reduced to an animal, gave way to shock when Nevus apologized sincerely for that — the first time anyone had done so. They soon discovered their personalities aligned: both relish gossiping about disliked colleagues.

But everything changed the day...

ASSISTANT TO DOCTOR KONDRAKI

By age 25, Odds was still shuffling paperwork at Site-17 — but her productivity had plummeted. Noticing her slacking, Foundation management decided to punish her by assigning her as an assistant to Dr. Kondraki. Everyone knew working under him was a trial by fire. Though the 38-year-old researcher had achieved impressive results in his three years at the Foundation, most staff feared him, considering him insane. Leadership hoped his strict oversight would finally whip Odds into shape.

The news didn't thrill her. She'd never crossed paths with Kondraki before, so on the eve of her first day, she gathered intel. Her friends warned her: the doctor was harsh, rude, and occasionally dangerous. This terrified Odds — for all her own rudeness, she feared people stronger-willed than herself. The only silver lining? Learning that Kondraki had once beaten the shit out of Clef, whom she loathed. That earned her respect, but did nothing to quell her dread.

On her first day, Odds timidly entered his office and introduced herself. Kondraki had either forgotten or ignored the memo about his new assistant. At first glance, he found nothing unusual about her — he was used to subordinates treating him with fear or caution. Only her dog ears and tail (which he initially mistook for part of a "furry" costume) and the ridiculous nickname "Odds" annoyed him. He handed her standard paperwork and sent her off. What he didn't expect was that the moment his new assistant left the room... she felt a sudden, inexplicable flutter. His slightly disheveled appearance and commanding voice had inexplicably charmed her. She hoped it was just a passing fancy, but...

Under Kondraki's supervision, Odds did start working harder — at first out of fear, but soon, her motivation shifted. She began striving for perfection, desperate to impress him. The more time they spent together, the more she fell for him — his confidence, his intellect, even his looks. Her infatuation grew so intense she rationalized his most deranged stunts (like riding SCP-682): "The ends justify the means... and casualties happen every day here anyway." A hypocritical take — she'd have crucified anyone else for such recklessness.

But Odds also saw virtues in Kondraki others missed. In his own way, he did care— about anomalies, from butterflies to harmless humanoids. Under his oversight, their containment conditions had genuinely improved. He even supported a three-year-old son from a past relationship, despite the complications. That also earned her respect.

Her friends were baffled. Both Venera and Nevus —who'd clashed with Kondraki themselves — saw him as a sloppy, alcoholic brute and couldn't fathom Odds overlooking his flaws. Their attempts to talk sense into her only pissed Odds off; she took it as unfair criticism.

Soon, everyone noticed her attachment. Iceberg was perplexed; Clef was irritated by her constant presence around his frenemy. Only Kondraki himself seemed oblivious — which pissed off Odds sometimes. Still, he appreciated her diligence and integrity. Unlike others, she neither feared nor resented him. Her behavior stroked his ego: she kept his office tidy, brought him coffee, reported on Site gossip, listened. She indulged his ramblings about fencing, photography, and music, joined him in complaining about colleagues, and never disagreed.

But Kondraki's paranoia couldn't ignore the red flags. Her unwavering support for even his most unhinged ideas felt off. Soon, he began suspecting she'd been planted — to gain his trust... and then eliminate him.

CONFESSION

Kondraki decided to share his suspicions about his oddly devoted assistant with an old acquaintance. He laid out his theory: this had to be a cunning O5 Council plot to eliminate him. His three-eyed companion just stared at him in disbelief — he was certain Konny knew exactly how Odds felt and was deliberately ignoring it. As a longtime friend, he spelled it out plainly: no one had given Odds any secret missions. She was genuinely, hopelessly in love.

The revelation stunned the photographer. If he set aside the paranoid theories, it all boiled down to a simple explanation: his assistant was head over heels for him. Even Kondraki struggled to believe it. Sure, beneath the disheveled exterior, he'd kept some of his looks — in his youth, he'd had no shortage of partners. But now, with his temperament? Behind the narcissistic facade lurked a deep self-loathing. Though he outwardly claimed to deserve better, he knew he was a terrible person. That belief had only solidified when the one person he'd ever truly loved — the mother of his son — left him because of his vile behavior.

On the surface, the solution seemed simple: just tell Odds outright that nothing would happen between them. But Kondraki faced an unexpected problem — he'd grown too attached to her. He knew how fragile his assistant was; a cold rejection could trigger a full breakdown. To his own surprise, he didn't want that. Odds wished him well, and he… found himself reciprocating. Finally, he admitted it to himself: Yes, he was in love too. He'd been certain that after Draven's mother, he'd never love again — that it was for the best, so he'd never hurt someone he cared about. But he'd been wrong, and now he had no idea what to do.

Then, one day, as Odds stood in his office, Kondraki called her over for that conversation. She expected work-related questions, but instead…

He confessed he knew about her feelings and apologized for taking so long to realize. Then he tried to explain why he'd be a terrible partner: the power imbalance, his smoking and alcoholism, his temper, his untreated bipolar disorder. Odds, ever the apologist, brushed off each point with a "nobody’s perfect." Eventually, Kondraki gave in and agreed to give the relationship a chance.

Odds was over the moon — what had begun as an anxiety-ridden talk turned into the best day of her life. Kondraki, in his own way, was happy too. He longed to experience mutual love again, but a part of him still feared how it might end.

IN A RELATIONSHIP

To others, little seemed different — except perhaps that the couple became slightly more tactile in their affections, though both naturally shied away from public displays of romance. They preferred tender moments and whispered sweet nothings in private, deliberately avoiding being "that couples" (though they occasionally used overly sweet pet names as a joke, just to amuse themselves).

Odds' behavior toward Kondraki changed minimally — she simply grew more open about her feelings and even more attentive. The real surprise was Kondraki himself, who shocked everyone by showing unexpected softness. Though not as demonstrative as his girlfriend, he reciprocated her care and — to universal astonishment — even displayed gentleness. Odds' friends, while still wary of him, were pleasantly surprised he wasn’t completely an asshole with her.

They spent more time together, sharing interests. Kondraki introduced her to literature (Odds was particularly struck by psychological horror and postmodernism) and regaled her with travel stories. If they ever got vacation time, he dreamed of taking her somewhere. Odds, though a homebody at heart, loved the idea. In turn, she eagerly shared her music with him. While Benjamin didn’t vibe with all of it, he appreciated some — like select tracks from Aphex Twin, Odds’ favorite artist.

Odds no longer lived in a storeroom but in Kondraki’s apartment, which — thanks to her efforts — was now significantly tidier. She also spent time with Benjamin’s son, Draven. She genuinely tried to make the boy happy, though she worried he dislike her when he grew older. Her deepest fear was that her mood swings might harm him, just as her own mother's instability had hurt her. But Kondraki always reassured her during these moments.

Yet their relationship was not perfect. Like any couple, they had issues. Odds sometimes got pissed off over trivial matters, provoking Kondraki's temper — after which one of them would apologize, and Odds, in tears, would beg him not to leave (even if the thought hadn't crossed his mind). Other times, Kondraki acknowledged her anger was justified — like when he overindulged in alcohol. His untreated bipolar disorder added complications: during depressive phases, he grew distant, making Odds spiral into panic that he'd fallen out of love; during manic episodes, he could be overbearing, grating on her nerves.

They knew this couldn't continue. Breaking up, however painful, felt like too easy an out. They still loved each other deeply. Odds and Kondraki made a choice: if they wanted to stay together, they had to work on themselves. So, gradually — and with the help of long-overdue therapy — they began changing for the better.

And so they carry on. Their love pushes them to become better people.

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Like in the 40s

Description: you and Bucky are good friends; then, one day, you dask him what dating was like in the 40s and, instead of answering, he decides to show you.

The story is set after Civil War; the Avengers are all a big family and there's no Thanos (sue me, I needed to comfort myself).

Author's note: sooo... this is my first attempt at writing here. I've always loved writing but in the last years I stopped because I felt like I had completely lost my inspiration. Then I saw Thunderbolts, fell in love again with Bucky and here I am! Just so you know, English is not my first language, so forgive me for possible mistakes.

Word count: 2.7k.

This story is my original work and I do not give permission for anyone to copy, share or repost it anywhere without my explicit consent.

“So, how was dating in the 40s?”

You were lounging on the couch in Bucky’s room, reading a book. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon at the Tower. You and Bucky hadn’t been called up with the team for a recon mission in Eastern Europe; the last job you had been assigned had been difficult, so Tony had decided that it was better to let you stay put. Normally you would’ve complained, but you had seen how shaken Bucky was after the last mission and you were more than happy to stay and keep him company.

You had felt an inexplicable bond with him ever since you had seen him for the first time in Bucharest all those years ago; it had been a long and bumpy road: you had been through some truly hard times, but it had all led you there.

It was clear Bucky liked your company as well; it had been difficult for him to become part of the group: he felt like he did not deserve to get a second chance, he always felt like he needed to make amends. Even after Tony had officially forgiven him for what had happened, repeating at least a thousand times that he was not responsible for his parents’ death, you knew Bucky still felt like he did not belong. You had talked about it with Steve oftentimes; you two were the closest with Bucky and did everything in you power to help him feel as at ease as possible. It was clear that Bucky was comfortable with you; you could spend hours together, strolling around the city, watching movies, simply being silent.

Or reading, like that day. You were laying on his couch, while he was sitting on the floor with his head on the cushion. For the longest time you had tried to convince him to stop sitting on the floor; then, you had realised that it was something he needed sometimes. You had even tried to sit beside him, but he categorically refused to let you lay on the floor.

That afternoon, you had been reading for a few hours. But you were starting to feel bored. So, you had closed the book and put it down on your stomach. Then you had asked Bucky the question.

He was confused for a moment.

“What?”

“How was dating in the 40s?” you repeated, turning on your side. “I’m curious, you know… you’ve told me so much about your life back then, but that’s a topic we’ve never talked about and, to be honest, I’m really curious.”

Bucky put down the book and turned around as well, to look you in the eyes. He chuckled.

“I mean, it’s not like I’ve been on a thousand dates, you know…” for a moment he seemed to lose himself in the memories. “I went on a few dates, but then I was shipped off to war and… you know the rest…”

You put a comforting hand on his shoulder. You felt bad all of a sudden, the last thing you wanted was to bring him back to darker times. He had opened up with you about many of the awful things he had lived through and you had spent many nights holding him while he told you about what he remembered from the 70 years of torture, fighting back tears but feeling something break inside at the thought of him going through all that. Still, you were aware of the fact that there were things he had not shared – and probably never would – and never pushed him to talk or asked him directly. You were more than happy to listen if he needed to talk. You were about to open your mouth to tell him you didn’t mean to upset him, but he preceded you.

He got up and gently moved you to sit on the couch; then he let you get comfortable near him.

“I remember this one girl I went on a few dates with, Dolores. I saved all the money I had to take her out and blew three bucks just to try to win her a stuffed bear. When I got home I didn’t have the guts to tell my parents I had spent all the money I had,” he let out a soft laugh. “I can tell you it was quite different compared to today. I don’t have much experience about how things are nowadays, if I’m being honest, but I’ve heard things here and there and let me assure you, things have really changed. Now everyone is more relaxed, back then even holding hands was a big deal. I almost got in trouble more times than I can count.”

He was fully laughing by that point.

“Oh, I can imagine you. James Buchanan Barnes, you big flirt!”

“Don’t make fun of me, doll, I had moves”

“Oh, I believe you”

You were silent for a second, then you took the courage to ask a question that had been nagging you for quite a while.

“Do you ever think about trying dating again?”

He sighed and began tracing circles on your shoulder.

“Sometimes I think about it, but I mean… you know how it is with our lives, we’re not really normal people with ordinary lives. Plus, all my baggage. It’s not like I can begin a date by saying ‘Hi, I’m Bucky, I’m a 106-year-old ex-assassin, do you like pizza?’… Besides, I don’t know if I’d be good at all the modern stuff. Peter told me about something called situationships and I’ll tell you, doll, my heart almost fell out of my chest”

You laughed. You could perfectly imagine the shocked expression on Bucky’s face. You could not begin to imagine how disorienting and confusing it could be for him to discover all the new aspects of modern life and you deeply admired how much Bucky pushed himself and put himself out there to try new things; it was hard for him, but he was brave.

The words got out of your mouth before you knew it.

“We could go on a date. We could do everything like back then, like you used to do in the 40s”, you straightened to look him in the eyes.

He was silent for a moment, and you felt suddenly nervous, realising what you had just proposed to him.

“I mean, we don’t have to… it’s just, I want to do something nice for you, to make you feel good. I know you miss the old times and it might be cute, like time-travel”, you said shyly.

Bucky delicately took your hand.

“I think that’s a great idea, sweetheart. Tomorrow night, 6 p.m. sharp. I’ll take care of everything.”

You checked the time on your phone for the umpteenth time. 5.56 p.m.

Bucky told you he was going to pick you up at you room’s door, like a gentleman; you had spent the last two hours deciding what to wear, how to do your make up, how to fix your hair… you kept repeating to yourself that it didn’t matter, it wasn’t an official date, it was only a ‘fake’ date with your best friend Buck. But your heart was hammering in your chest. Because – if you were truly being honest with yourself – then no, it was not only a fake date with a friend. Bucky wasn’t just a friend. You had realised the depth of your feelings for him when you had been fighting Thanos, in Wakanda; Bucky had been hit and you swore you felt your heart stop for a second. It was a sudden realisation: you loved him, he had slowly but steadily become a fundamental part of you and you couldn’t lose him. In the aftermath of the fight, you had considered telling him; but you knew you were an important person for him – an important friend – and you had decided to suppress your feelings. Bucky needed your support as a friend. Two years had passed and you were still harbouring an unrequited crush for the Brooklyn boy.

In that moment, you deeply regretted suggesting the date. Who in their right mind would suggest a romantic date with the guy they loved, who didn’t love them back. It was assured heartbreak: you were going to experience how it would’ve felt to be Bucky’s girlfriend, only to go back to being his friend afterwards. You’d probably be devastated; you’d go back to her room, watch a romcom and cry yourself to sleep.

You were brought back to reality by three knocks on her door; you took a deep breath and opened it, to reveal an image that almost knocked the wind out of you. Bucky was standing in front of you, wearing a deep blue Henley and jeans that fit him snugly. And, in his hands, he was carrying a bouquet of light-pink peonies. Your favourite flowers. He had remembered.

He was the first to talk.

“Hi doll, you look beautiful”

“Thanks Buck, you look really handsome too,” you answered, blushing.

He looked at her straight in the eyes and smiled. Then he handed her the bouquet.

“These are for you, sweetheart”

You took them and delicately inhaled the perfume.

“Thank you Bucky, you didn’t need to”

“Nonsense, doll. You wanted the full 40s experience… well, there you have it”

You shook your head, suppressing a smile. “Let me find a vase and then we can go”, you said.

The restaurant Bucky had chosen was not too distant from the Tower, so you decided to walk and enjoy the late spring breeze. The sun was setting, casting beautiful shades of orange, yellow and red.

The conversation was flowing, as it always did between you two: talking with Bucky was easy, as easy as breathing. You were having a heated discussion about the last movie you had watched together when, all of a sudden, Bucky took your hand in his. You were startled: sure, you guys were close, but you knew that physical affection was still a sensitive topic for him. You were willing to take every little piece of himself he gave you, but you were never going to force him to do anything, so each little gesture meant the world to you. You turned your head to look at him, wondering if he was feeling as panicky as you, but he was completely calm; he gave you a little smile and kept talking.

After a few minutes of walking and talking, you reached the restaurant; it was a cosy place, with little candle-lit rooms and a nice atmosphere. Bucky was the perfect gentleman, opening the door for you, then helping you with the chair and asking your opinion regarding the foods on the menu so you could share.

“The pasta seems good, but I also kinda want to try the risotto” you commented, biting your lip.

“You’ll get the pasta and I’ll get the risotto, and then we can share” replied Bucky with a stunning smile.

You smiled. It was shaping up to be a great night.

By the time the first dishes arrived, you had already drunk a glass of wine and it had definitely helped ease the nerves you were feeling before. You felt stupid for having been worried: at the end of the day, you were spending time with your best friend; you were willing to accept to be Bucky’s friend and nothing more if it meant having him in your life.

“Mmmh, it’s incredible”, you uttered when you tried the pasta. You closed your eyes for a second to savour the feeling and when you opened them again, Bucky was looking at you with a strange look in his eyes.

“The risotto is just as good. Here, try it” he said, scooping up some of the pasta with the fork and offering to him.

However, instead of taking the utensil from you, he took the bite of food directly from the fork. You flushed a deep red.

“I thought it was supposed to be a date like one in the 40s”, you said with a teasing smile, “but I’m pretty sure this is way too forward”

“Like you said, doll, I was a charmer. It was the 40s, but I still knew how to properly seduce a dame” he chuckled.

He was looking at you like he wanted to eat you up; you felt naked under his eyes and even hopeful, for a second, that maybe you were not imagining things, that maybe you weren’t the only one who wanted something more out of your relationship. You shook the thought as soon as it came. You couldn’t dare to hope. The heartbreak would be too devastating.

“Oh, I’m sure you were a Casanova… we’ve all heard Steve’s stories about the ladies falling at your feet” you deflected.

“You know, Steve exaggerates sometimes… I wasn’t that big of a flirt, all things considered”

“Sargeant Barnes, lying is bad, you know?”

“Are you by any chance suggesting that I’m a liar? You wound me, doll. You know I’m a man of honour”

He took your hand and began rubbing circles on your wrist. You felt electric, like a current was flowing through your veins lighting up all of your nerves.

Yeah, he was trying to kill you.

The rest of the meal passed in a blur, between bites of shared food and flirty comments from Bucky. Instead of ordering dessert, he suggested to take a walk and get ice cream; he was the perfect gentleman, helping you with the chair, paying for dinner and immediately taking your hand once you got out of the restaurant. He let you try his ice cream and offered you his jacket when you began shivering in the cool air of the night.

When you arrived in front of the Tower, you felt a deep sense of panic set in your bones; the entire elevator ride, you couldn’t help but playing with your hands anxiously. You had had a great time with Bucky and you couldn’t help but imagining how it would’ve felt to be his girlfriend and be able to go on dates with him all the time; you knew you shouldn’t have thought about your friend in such a way, but it was impossible for you to stop wondering how it would’ve felt to kiss him, feel his lips on yours and cuddle up against him.

You were shaken from your thoughts when the elevator chimed; you had reached you floor.

Bucky let you get out first; ever the perfect gentleman, he led you to your room. When you reached your door, you slowly opened it and turned to look at him. He was so handsome, with his hair slicked back and the playful gleam in his eyes.

You were ready to thank him for the perfect night, close the door, change into a comfortable pajama and wallow in self-pity, when Bucky took your hand and spoke.

“Doll…” he looked at you straight in the eyes. His gaze held an intensity you had rarely witnessed and you felt your stomach do a flip.

“I really hope I’m not reading this whole situation wrong because I would hate to lose you. But I can’t be silent anymore,” he took your other hand as well and brought it to his chest “you are the best part of my day. Sharing coffee with you, reading together, doing nothing… every single moment together feels like a gift from life, a privilege I never thought I deserved anymore. You make me feel like I can finally stop fighting and running from myself, my past and my demons.”

He got closer and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“I think you feel the same and I’m quite sure I’m not mistaken. So, doll, if you’re okay with it, I’d really like to kiss you… and maybe take you out on another date.”

You were completely stunned; you felt you had lost the ability to speak and you didn’t even trust yourself to be able to form a coherent thought. So, you did the only reasonable thing. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him. He was shook at first, clearly not expecting you to take the lead, but he immediately returned the kiss.

It wasn’t fireworks and bombs going off. It was a calm, quiet feeling of peace.

When you broke the kiss, Bucky put his forehead on yours and closed his eyes. You finally spoke.

“I know I asked for a date like in the forties, but you know… I wouldn’t be opposed to you coming into my room and kissing me some more…”

He let out a soft laugh. Maybe things had change a little bit compared to the Forties but hell, he definitely wasn't complaining.

[bbyyuuu]

can we try it, hyung?

MDNI

pairing: lee minho X han jisung.

genre: smut, light fluff.

synopsis: minho always see jisung as innocent goof ball unlike him but, is it really true?

TW: smut, dom minho, sub jisung, face fucking, gagging, slightly rough, dirty talk, degradation-praise, pet names (baby, kitten)mention of sex toys. missing something? lmk if you find it out.

A/n: what did i even write? i'm sorry i was in a rush and i hope it isn't that bad and also as i sad, English isn't my first language, bear with me..anyways enjoy <33 and lmk if there are any silly spelling mistakes, i don't want to embarrass myself even more T_T

also, please give me a feedback and reblog if you like it, it makes me crazily happy and help me build my account and write more :D

don't repost. don't translate. dni - minors, ageless & default blogs

Life with minho is always good to jisung, getting spoiled, showered with attention, and most importantly, sex. Jisung always get shy the moment he sees minho naked, don't blame the poor boy, he is just shy by nature, and lord!! minho's body is perfection, his arms, honey skin, toned abs and chest, and those damn thighs jisung liked to ride until his mind goes blank, anyone would gown down on their knees for him.

Unaware to minho, jisung isn't just a ball of innocence who lets minho take control every time they do it, he himself have few erotic thoughts in his mind dreaming to try them with him, one of them includes face fucking. Yeah, never in their life jisung gave a blow job to minho. why? because minho always stopped him explaining that he couldn't take it and the fact he doesn't want to hurt him. Pfft, that only made jisung more desperate to try it and he ends up practicing it for weeks while watching videos and buying sex toys without minho knowing.

Today is an another day of hell for jisung, he sat on the couch with the screen in front of him playing a Rom-com drama but his attention was on anything other than that, and why? he was aroused. wet for minho. The problem started that morning when minho wrapped his arms around jisung and sucked on his neck leaving a mark before leaving to work. It was just a casual moment for minho expressing his love for his boyfriend, but boy jisung got aroused it.

he squirmed in his seat, trying to find friction to soothe the dirty thoughts running in his mind, the idea of minho finding him like this, wet and dripping just for him, and then face fucking him roughly-

The soft click of the door closing interrupted his filthy thoughts and jisung rose to he feet rushing to the living room to find minho removing his shoes, the dress shirt hugging his body in all the right places and the jeans, Oh my god.

Minho looked up, a sweet smile spreading across his face when his eyes met his boyfriend's. "hello "

"hi.." jisung replied, his tone shy and shaky, the boy took a few steps towards minho and giggled the moment he hugged him.

Jisung soon found himself tucked in minho's arms, a baby blue blanket covering them both, it felt like heaven in minho's arms as if shielding him away from all the problems, but no..not when the problem is minho.

Jisung occasionally squirmed in his seat, rubbing his thighs together, trying hard not to let out the whimpers he was holding in, and of course that didn't went unnoticed my minho. How could he? when his cute boyfriend is suffering in silence?

Minho’s fingers trailed lazily down Jisung’s spine, tracing the curve of his back as he laid on his arms. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across their bodies. Jisung shivered under Minho’s touch, his breath catching softly as those fingers dipped lower, brushing over the swell of his ass.

And minho smirked secretly knowing the effect he have on him. such a devil.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Minho murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the nape of Jisung’s neck, his lips hot against his skin, testing the waters. “Every inch of you drives me crazy.”

Jisung exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. He was still getting used to this—Minho’s relentless attention, the way he worshipped his body like it was something sacred. It made him feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way possible. His heart pounded in his chest, anticipation curling low in his stomach and he couldn't hold himself back.

“Minho…” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Minho chuckled softly, already hearing the desperate need in his voice, his breath warm against Jisung’s ear. “What is it, baby?”

Jisung hesitated, biting his lip. He had been thinking about this for weeks, fantasizing about it when Minho wasn’t around. The idea of Minho taking control, of him thrusting into his mouth until he couldn’t breathe—it made his cheeks burn with both embarrassment and desire.

“I…” he started, his voice barely audible. “I wanna try…something.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and charged. Minho smiled, his fingers stilling against Jisung’s skin.

"what is it, baby? tell me.." Minho buried his face in his hair inhaling the soft scent of his boyfriend.

Jisung whined feeling waves of embarrassment flooding to his cheeks, and slowly looked up at him minho, eyes sparkling. "can..you..fuck my mouth?"

Minho froze, he did not expect that, not even in his dreams he thought jisung would speak dirty words all while looking so innocent. Then, slowly, he leaned back, his gaze darkening as he looked down at Jisung, a smirk replacing his shocked face.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung nodded, his face flushing even deeper. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice shaky. “I wanna feel you…in my mouth. I wanna choke on you.”

Minho’s eyes widened, a flicker of something primal passing through them. He reached down, cupping Jisung’s face in his hands, his thumb brushing over his cheek.

“Fuck, Jisung,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Before Jisung could respond, Minho leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It was hungry, demanding, and Jisung melted into it instantly. His hands moved to grip Minho’s shoulders, pulling him closer as their tongues tangled together.

Minho broke the kiss reluctantly, his breathing ragged as he looked down at Jisung. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice serious but filled softness. “I don’t wanna push you too far.”

Jisung nodded again, his eyes wide and pleading. “I’m sure,” he whispered. “I want you to fuck my face, hyung. I wanna feel you deep in my throat.”

Minho groaned, his cock twitching at Jisung’s words. “Fuck, where did you even learn those, baby?” he muttered, leaning down to press another kiss to Jisung’s lips. “You’re gonna kill me, Jisung.”

He shifted, pulling Jisung up into a kneeling position and sat in front of him. Jisung’s heart raced as Minho leaned back, his cock already hard and straining against his sweats. Minho hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down along with the boxers slowly, and Jisung’s breath hitched as his cock sprang free, thick and flushed with need.

“Open your mouth, baby,” Minho instructed, his voice low and commanding, his usual soft and caring demeanor disappearing.

Jisung obeyed instantly, his lips parting as Minho guided his cock to his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze locking with Jisung’s, before slowly pushing forward. The head of his cock bumped against Jisung’s lips, and Jisung moaned softly, his tongue darting out to lick at the tip.

“That’s it,” Minho groaned, his hands tangling in Jisung’s hair. “Just like that, kitten.”

Jisung opened his mouth wider at the pet name, taking more of Minho’s cock into his mouth. It was thick and heavy on his tongue, the taste of him overwhelming his senses. He moaned again, his hands gripping Minho’s thighs as he started to bob his head slowly.

“Fuck, kitten,” Minho hissed, his fingers tightening in Jisung’s hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Jisung’s cheeks burned at the praise, but it only made him more eager. He took Minho deeper, his throat relaxing as he swallowed around him. Minho groaned, his hips rocking forward slightly, and Jisung’s eyes watered as his cock pushed further into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” Minho whispered, his voice rough. “Take it. Take all of me.”

Jisung moaned around him, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure up Minho’s spine. He started to move faster, his hips thrusting roughly as he fucked Jisung’s mouth. Jisung’s lips stretched around him, saliva dripping down his chin as he took every inch.

“You’re such a filthy cocksucker,” Minho groaned, the degradation making jisung whimper, he loved every second of it. “Look at you, swallowing my cock like you were born for it.”

Jisung whimpered again, his cock throbbing in his boxers at the words. He loved this—the way Minho degraded him, made him feel so damn dirty and used. It made him feel alive.

Minho’s thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on Jisung’s hair tightening. “Fuck, Jisung,” he gasped, his hips stuttering. “I’m close, baby. I’m gonna come.”

Jisung’s eyes fluttered closed, his mouth opening wider as Minho thrust deep, his cock hitting the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he swallowed around him, his tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.

Minho groaned loudly, his hips snapping forward as he came, his cock pulsing in Jisung’s mouth. Jisung swallowed every drop, his throat working around him as Minho emptied himself down his throat.

When Minho finally pulled back, Jisung was panting, his lips swollen and glistening with spit. Minho looked down at him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fuck, Jisung,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re incredible.”

Jisung blushed, his hands trembling as he wiped his mouth. “Did I…did I do okay?” he asked shyly.

Minho smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You did more than okay, baby,” he said softly. “You were perfect.”

Jisung’s heart swelled at the words, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. He leaned into Minho’s touch, his body humming with satisfaction.

Minho pulled him into his arms, holding him close as he pressed soft kisses to his hair. “I’m sorry if I got too rough,” he whispered, his voice laced with guilt. “I didn’t mean to—”

Jisung cut him off with a shake of his head. “It was perfect,” he said softly. “I loved it.”

Minho’s lips curved into a smile as he kissed Jisung’s forehead again. “Good,” he murmured. “Because we’re definitely doing that again.”

Jisung’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He snuggled closer to Minho, his body still tingling with pleasure.

"but baby, where did you even learn that from? i never knew you.." Minho trailed off, gently rubbing his back and kissed his cheek.

"I..i knew it..am not that innocent as you think.." Jisung mumbled, heat creeping up to his cheek making him hide his face. Minho chuckled ruffling the boy's hair.

"shh, it's okay. i was just surprised. i always though you were innocent about these things." Jisung bit his lip and looked up at him, eyes turning doe and sparkly. "i..watched..and practiced..on dildo.."

Minho gasped, chocking on his own saliva, eyes widening and he pulled back from jisung to look at his face. "are you serious, baby? i never knew you were this naughty? dildo? when did you buy that thing?"

Jisung hid his face whining at the sudden questions, regretting his decisions. "weeks ago, i want to be good for you.." and minho's face softened even more, he gently lifted his chin to face him and smiled. "my little baby, doing something so dirty behind my back..you were perfect and all mine"

jisung blushed, cheeks painting a deep shade of red and minho had to hold himself back from biting those cheeks. "you still have them?" he questioned earning a nod from jisung and a smirk spread across his face. "Good, next time we are using them.."

jisung nodded blushing like a tomato, “I love you, hyung” , he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Minho’s arms tightened around him, his lips pressing another kiss to his hair. “I love you too, baby,” he said softly. “More than anything.”

[lenaswritingandstuff]

You're my home • Harry Potter x fem!reader

Requested: Yes ("Hii! I was wondering if you could do a fic where reader is dating Harry and she is introducing him to her parents, who she didn’t know were best friends with Lilly and James and they are so happy that she has brought Harry back into their lives and show him a bunch of their memories with his parents and he feels very welcome in her home and stays there every summer from there on" - Anon)

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Summary: After a horrible detention with Umbridge, y/n invites Harry to meet her parents, and he realized y/n is his home.

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: mentions of parents (cause I know how traumatic it can be), fluff (cause I can't write anything else), English is not my first language

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I'm so, so sorry it took so long for me to write it, but Uni (aka my personal hell on Earth) basically destroyed my mental health, and I lost all motivation to write lol. I hope you like it! ^^

[y/f/n= your father's name]

Today had already not been a particularly good one - and it was only the second day of the school year. The classes had seemed to take forever, the teachers had all decided to not be interesting, you couldn’t seem to focus on anything they said and the rain had decided to be there, too. As you walked towards the Gryffindor common room, the only thing that you wanted was to cuddle with your boyfriend. When you came in, you immediately saw Harry and his best friends sitting on one of the sofas. 

“Hey,” you walked closer in their direction.

“Hi, y/n.”

Harry gestured for you to sit beside him, and once you did, he gave you a quick kiss. And just like every time he kissed you, you felt butterflies in your stomach - which you used to think people lied about until he kissed you the year before at the Yule ball. 

“Had a good day?” Hermione asked. 

“Boring, and very long,” you sighed. “You guys?”

“Average,” Ron said.

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Harry got detention.” 

“What?” you turned to Harry. “Why?”

“Well,” Ron said, “we had class with Umbridge, and she said that Harry lied about you-know-him’s return.”

I see.

You nodded, immediately understanding what followed. 

“And I imagine you said she was wrong, then she insisted that you were lying, and so on and so forth until she gave you detention,” you told Harry. 

“I had to defend myself,” Harry answered. “And she said Cedric’s death was an ‘accident’”. 

You let out a silent sigh, and took Harry’s hand in yours. You couldn’t really blame him, and understood that he had to defend himself when people - and there were a lot of them - accused him of lying, but you still didn’t want him to be in trouble. 

“Can’t Dumbledore do something?” you asked. “He knows you’re telling the truth.” 

“I’d rather not ask,” Harry said. 

His tone signified he wouldn’t change his mind, so you didn’t insist. You put your head on his shoulder, and he kissed your forehead. Still holding his hand, you felt his body relax a little.

“When is your detention supposed to be?” you asked him. 

“Every night of the week starting tomorrow.”

“Merlin’s beard.”

*-*-*-*

After that conversation, you wanted to help Harry relax, so you two went to the lake and cuddled there until dinner. He asked about your day - you were one year below him - and he told you about how McGonagall actually took his side when he was sent to her office, and even offered him biscuits. When you guys, Harry felt better, and you hoped it was the only time he would get in trouble this year. 

The next day, you went to Honeydukes to get Harry’s favorite sweets, and then waited for him to come out of Umbridge’s office. Ginny, one of your best friends, sat with you for a while. At some point, Hermione and Ron came to give you some food from the kitchen - as you had skipped dinner so that you could wait for Harry. After a few hours, he finally came out. He seemed a little bit pale, but still offered a small smile when he saw you. You kissed him and, as you often did, admired how handsome he was. 

“How was it?” you asked. 

“Not bad. I had to write…lines.”

“Oh, thank Merlin. I was worried she’d make you do something horrible. Here, Ron and Hermione brought you this from the kitchen” you said, handing him the sweets. “And I brought this from Honeydukes. To lift up your spirits.”

“Thanks, love.”

He reached out a hand to take them, and all of a sudden, you saw something red on his hand. 

“What’s this?” you frowned.

“What?”

He immediately put the sweets in the pockets of his robe, and kept his hand there.

“Your hand. It seemed red.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Harry, please. Let me see.”

As you had seen it, there was a red area, like a scar, on his hand. 

“How did that happen?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I probably bumped into something.”

You nodded. “It’ll probably heal up quickly.’ 

“You’re right. Say, love, can we just go to the common room to eat all of this?” he said quickly. “I’m starving.”

“Of course, darling.”

But you couldn’t have been more wrong. The next day - where you had class with Umbridge for the first time and she kept looking at you weirdly - and those that followed, you waited for Harry to come out of her office. After the third day, you had tried to take his hand, but he immediately pulled away, as if he had been stung.

“Are you alright?” you asked, now worried.

“Yes.”

“Is it your hand? Did the redness get worse?”

“No, it’s…” 

He sighed, and showed you his hand. You gently took it to take a better look, and gasped.

I must not tell lies.

“Oh my God, Harry! How is…What happened?!”

“It’s nothing,” he said. 

“Yes, it is!” you frantically exclaimed, both furious and confused on why Harry wasn’t furious as well. “Harry, she can’t do that! We must not let her get away with it! We need to tell McGonagall and Dumbledore immediately.” 

“No,” he retorted. “That’s exactly what Umbridge wants. I won’t give her the satisfaction.”

“But, Harry-”

“y/n, please. I just want to go to dinner.” 

“Very well,” you said. 

Before entering the Great Hall, Harry made you promise to not tell Ron or Hermione, and you half-heartedly did. 

The next weeks that followed, things didn’t get any better. People constantly whispered mean things about Harry, and Umbridge basically gave him detention every time he was in class with her - and she also gave you one for a week after, sick of her lies and her false nice manners, you spoke up to defend him. 

“y/n, you can’t get in trouble because of me,” he had said when you told him. “Whatever she says, whatever she does, do not talk back. I can’t…I can’t have her hurt you, okay?”

You agreed, and he held you tightly. 

During your detention, you had to write “I must not listen to lies”, and the scar on your hand that it provoked got worse at every detention, just like Harry’s. He waited for you every night, just like you had waited for him, and each time he was more horrified, and held you tight for hours after. 

However, school break was coming soon, and you had an idea. Though your parents knew about you and Harry dating - and approved -, they had never met him, and you thought it would do him some good to leave Hogwarts for a while. You wrote to your parents to ask if Harry could come with you to your childhood house, and they said yes. The day after you got their answer, you found Harry waiting for you in the common room.

“Hi, darling.” 

“Hi, love.” You gave him a kiss. “I have something to tell you about.”

“What’s that?”

“My parents wrote to me, and said you’d be more than welcome to spend the holidays at my house. If you’d like. You don’t have to, of course,” you quickly added, “I’d understand if you’d prefer going to the Burrow-”

“Pretty girl, I’d love to meet your parents. Tell them I’m looking forward to it.”

“I will.”

And, so when school break started, you both used a chimney to go to your house. Your parents held you warmly, and it felt good to be home. They greeted Harry just as warmly, and even though he was a bit shy, it was obvious he was happy to be here. 

“Merlin, you really do look very much like James,” your father told Harry as he stared at him.

“Dad!” you protested. “Harry is tired of hearing this.”

“You knew my father?” Harry frowned.

“Yes,” your father nodded. “James and I both were in the same year, in Gryffindor. And, I have to say, we were close friends.” 

“And Lily was my best friend,” your mother added. “She was like a sister to me. y/f/n and I went to their wedding, and often visited him in Godric’s Hollow before the war. And we saw you several times as a baby, Harry.” 

“We were devastated when we learned of their deaths,” your father continued. “And we always hoped you were alright, wherever you were.”

“And we’re so happy to see you again, and that you’re dating our y/n.”  

You knew your parents were in the same year as Harry’s parents but you had no idea they were that close.

“I have a few photos from that time,” your father told Harry, “Would you like to see them, my boy?”

Harry nodded, “Yes, sir, I’d like to.”

Your father fetched the photo album while your mother made tea for everyone. You all sat on the sofa, and looked at the pictures as your parents shared some memories and the context of each of the pictures. You took several glances at Harry, and you knew how much it meant to him to see those pictures and to know more about his parents - and especially their years at Hogwarts. After the last picture was shown, Harry thanked your parents, and your father gave him some of the pictures. 

The rest of the day was spent playing Quidditch with Harry in the garden, and he smiled for the first time since the beginning of school year. You then showed him your bedroom and had dinner with your parents, who asked about how you and Harry did at Hogwarts. 

“Umbridge isn’t a good teacher,” you said. “But it’s fine otherwise.” 

You turned to Harry, who remained silent. You had agreed to not tell your parents what that woman did to you in order to not worry them. 

The rest of the school break was nothing but perfect. You absolutely loved being with Harry everyday - sometimes alone with him as your parents both worked -, being able to cuddle whenever you wanted, and to make things even more perfect, Harry got along really well with your parents, and seemed to really enjoy his stay. You were now cuddling in your bedroom, your head on his chest, both his arms wrapped around you and your injured hand on the side of his neck, its thumb stroking it tenderly. You turned your face to look at him, and caught him looking at the scar on your hand. After your detention with Umbridge, Harry had insisted on Hermione making a potion that would heal the wound faster and make the pain disappear every day until it was fully healed, and you knew that, even over a month later, he still felt guilty. 

 “I’m okay, Harry. I promise. Please, don’t feel guilty.”

There was a moment of silence before Harry spoke.

“I don’t think I ever thanked you,” he said softly. “Not only for believing in me but also for never giving up on me.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll always be by your side, Harry. No matter what happens, no matter who we’re facing. Because I don’t want to be anywhere else, and because I love you. Not because you’re the ‘Boy who Lived’, but because you’re kind, brave, loyal, loving, and funny.”

He had a soft laugh before looking at you in a way he had never done before. 

“I love you too, y/n,” he whispered. “More than anything.”

He brought you closer, put one of his hands on your cheek, and lowered his head to kiss you.

*-*-*-*

Ten months later

“Harry, dear, what kind of cake would you like for your birthday?” your mother asked.

Both you and Harry were in the garden, with you sitting on the grass and his head on your lap. After the school year’s end, Harry had asked to come to your house instead of going back to the Dursleys. Dumbledore said Harry still needed to go there for a bit, as he was protected there, and then he could come to your parents’ house and spend the whole summer there - though both you and him visited the Burrow and stayed there several days. Harry’s birthday was tomorrow, and you couldn’t wait for him to see all the gifts you had for him.

“Don’t trouble yourself, Mrs. y/l/n,” Harry answered. “You don’t have to do anything, really.”

“It’s no trouble, dear”, your mother reassured, “y/n told me you liked chocolate, I could make a chocolate cake, if you want?”

“That would be perfect, thank you.”

“Of course, dear.” 

“Excited for tomorrow?” you asked him while gently stroking his jet black hair. 

“Not that I know there might be a chocolate cake, yes,” Harry answered.

You laughed and he had a smile.

“I’m very happy you’re here, Harry,” you said in a confessing tone. 

He raised his head from your lap but kept his head close to yours.

“I’m happy to be there, too. And I’m very thankful to your parents for making me feel at home, and to you, for simply being you. You’re my home, y/n. I love you, and I always will.”

You lowered your head to kiss him, and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I love you, too.”

And you knew you would love him until the end.  

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[jasper-unofficial]

Hey archer!

I know you’ve been learning Thai for a while, and I was wondering if you have any tips, resources you found helpful, etc?

hi! my main tip would be to decide exactly what you want from learning thai and go from there. for obvious reasons, a lot of beginner guides focus on speaking and listening rather than reading and writing. but, for the purposes of "i want to be able to understand and translate thai actors", for example, reading is pretty important (while speaking frankly is not). so just make sure you tailor your learning journey to your personal needs rather than what the general recommendations are.

and if/when you do start, don't be intimidated by the language. because it can seem intimidating at first (and, if i'm honest, the alphabet and phonetics are genuinely kind of scary), but you will truly start getting the hang of it eventually and it will no longer be paralysingly scary after you get over the initial shock.

shoving the rest of this under the cut:

i personally took my first steps with thaipod101 (i did get a paid subscription) and it was a decent beginning, especially with helping me learn how to read, write, and pronounce the language. at this point in time though, thanks in no small part to my linguistics degree, i am able to take a very "fuck around and find out" approach to things, where i just pick a grammar topic or whatever it is i want to learn about next and research it myself without having to rely on any one particular resource, so i am unfortunately not of much help there.

as for dictionaries/vocabulary, when i was in thailand, i did pick up physical copies of collins's 'thai dictionary (essential edition)' and 'thai visual dictionary'. both are great resources for words and phrases (the former is a standard thai-english dictionary, while the latter has its words and phrases separated into different topics with visuals, which help you tackle groups of important vocab bit-by-bit). digitally, i use the tools on thai-language.com and longdo dictionary quite often.

who doesn't love a little bit of instagram scrolling? i mean, a lot of people probably don't, but i'm over there a lot, so i follow quite a few accounts that teach thai as well. my favourites are thaidupwithminnie (she does a mix of content, but also talks a lot about the culture and helps understand casual conversations / slang), thaibynana (just because she gives examples from qls lmao), and kat_talks_thai (she has not uploaded in a while, but the backlog is great). and generally i just follow any and all thai teachers i encounter, so every time i open instagram, i end up learning something new.

what else? songs are a really great resource for pretty much all areas of learning, especially if you use the mewonee youtube channel. they upload all songs that our favourite artists release and even some covers, with the original text (in a slightly stylised but overall still readable font), the transcription, and translation into english. there is a lot you can do there: try to sing along while using the transcription or the original text; cover up the transcription and try to sing along using only the original text, checking yourself first via the audio and then via the transcription; try listening to the song, discerning each word, and then checking if you heard all of them correctly; try translating; etc.

unironically, if you follow anyone on twitter, it's a great source for reading practice. just making yourself actually read the text goes a long way and with how much some of them tweet? *cough* joong archen *cough* constant organic practice.

oh! and next time you think "ah, i wanna rewatch that favourite moment of mine from [ql of your choice] that i've already seen fifty thousand times", just don't turn on the subtitles. you already know what's going on! take the language in as is.

apart from that, pretty much all general advice for learning languages applies. i don't know how much experience you have on that front and how deep you wanna get into it, but 'fluent forever' by gabriel wyner is a pretty comprehensive guide on learning any language, if that's something you're interested in.

otherwise, if we get into specifics (such as how to memorise the alphabet or how to approach transcriptions vs the alphabet or the differences between formal phonetics and the way thai people actually speak in real life or a million other things), i would have more specific advice to give but the specifics are pretty infinite at this point and i wouldn't want to throw too much stuff at you in this already lengthy answer. so this is all i'm gonna say for now, but feel free to return and ask me any questions! i will gladly help if i am able.

[otomedetective]

after finishing my second route i just couldn't get all the things bothering me out of my head so i just. made this list

game starts off with completely average heroine thinking about how boring her life is and how she wishes something interesting would happen

what the hell is going on with her necklace? it's her last memento of her dead parents and its important enough that she risked getting attacked by monsters to find it. and then it never got mentioned again?

why did we need to wait until halfway through the game to reveal that the hot guys are the magical girls. come on it's getting increasingly improbable that the heroine hasn't pieced it together yet??? you cannot dismiss this as a coincidence five times in a row????

why does everyone talk like therapy textbooks whenever theyre talking about trauma

side note i feel like everyone talks about the trauma they're feeling rather than, like, actually seeming like theyre feeling it

why do you need to spell out explicitly that this guy is a tsundere and he's actually nice. i know the archetype you don't need to explain every time how everything he does is really nice

what the actual fuck do you mean the boys lose their powers when they fall in love but she doesnt??? "my feelings for you go deeper than romance so i keep my powers" SO DOES THIS BOY LOVE YOU LESS?!

they have the blond villain boy whose thing about his route is that he's a freak and then they stop making him a freak

i dont understand why the blond villain boy and the heroine like each other because his thing is that he literally was like grown in a lab and acts like an attention-seeking child because he was never taught any better. so the heroine takes it upon herself to teach him so she is teaching him basic concepts of words like a preschool teacher to a five year old. and his thing is that he likes her and wants her to pay attention to him but when did that childish attachment/amusement turn into romantic love?

the hero route kills off the heroine's best friend but the villain route keeps her alive because she just. took some meds first. i still dont get why she couldnt have taken the medicine in the hero route as well?

even though the friend survives in the villain route she still doesn't do much

it's called the villain route but everyone's morally grey at worst and the heroine just makes the villains stop hurting people which feels really misleading

the english localization makes it so that no one uses honorifics and always call each other by their first names which makes scenes where the chosen love interest asks u to use his first name really stupid

the two routes i played dragged on so long. i can't 100% this there's 9 different routes and 48 endings i can't do this.

even though this game has 8 love interests i feel like they're not using their cast size really well??? like on the hero route i only interacted with the chosen love interest and occasionally his friend. i didn't see the other two members of the team. on the blond villain boy's route we just did not see the other two members of the villain team for the entire route? ??? there are very few group interactions??? i don't know what the dynamic between the team members is????

okay so why do the villains' skin get darker when they go evil mode? what?

so yeah. i don't think i can play the other routes

oooofff yikes omg. that's really disappointing :(

i kind of wondered for a moment when you mentioned the cast size, since the last game i played with that many LIs i had to drop after 3 routes (Charade Maniacs btw) because the writing just wasn't. good. I had the opposite problem though. The routes were too short, not very fleshed out, and kind of boring. there also really weren't any bad endings to make the game feel like it had any stakes. I think when there's that many routes to write, the writing can really suffer as a result.

i hate!!! when there's a villain LI and you don't even get to let them be awful. what is even the point lmao. let them be evil freaks!!!

(Sidenote: gonna recommend Yang from Piofiore right now while I'm on the topic of awful freaks. his route really doesn't shy away from the bad stuff lol)

the villains' skin darkening when they're evil is... a choice. a bad choice. unfortunately i feel like I've seen it before though in other media too.

the honorifics thing is another pet peeve of mine in translated games. it always comes across so weird. i try to get around it by listening to the voice lines and editing the written words in my head until it feels more natural lol

kinda sucks when a game with an interesting premise disappoints so bad :(((

[sweet-star-cookie]

if you were to drop cassie + the zodiacs into a human/modern AU (an AU where all the zodiacs and constellations were humanized and there is no magic in the universe), what jobs do you think they would do? what would their new human names be? would their dynamics change as a result of the lack of magic and the trauma that comes along with it? and what do you think flicker's normal animal equivalent would be?

(definitely not related to a christmas special i'm cooking up nooope no frenzied AU writing here)

Oooooooh? 👀 Whatever you've got cooking, I'm very excited :D You know it's funny, now that I think about it I've done a lot more speculating about humanization/AU stuff for this set of characters than even I remembered initially, haha! The upside is that means I actually have some stuff to give you :D Of course I don't consider any of this to be "canon" even in an AU sense, as the ideas here are pretty spur-of-the-moment overall and I would need to develop them more if I were to ever make an actual AU story myself. Some of these I've never thought about prior to now, so it is by no means complete in terms of info, but I hope it helps!

With that in mind, don't feel restricted by what I give you here, if you come up with something different for these characters that you want to write about, go for it! Feel free to play around and have fun ^_^ Alright, on to the (very long) answers!

I'll start with the Flicker question, since that'll have the shortest answer comparatively! When figuring out their size in the main story I have compared them to a small kitten before. Considering they can fit in the palm of Cassie's hand most of the time too, something in the rodent family might be more suitable here. Given their stubby limbs, small paws/feet and round body, a hamster comes to mind for me (though I'm biased because I grew up with pet hamsters, haha).

As for Cassie and the zodiac, it would depend on what setting/context this takes place in to determine how they meet and interact with each other, and what dynamics they'd make or keep from their original counterparts, including what part of the world they/their theoretical ancestors are from. Are they all somehow in Cassie's town, or are they all somewhere else? How Cassie would meet them would obviously be very different too, and depending on their occupations she'd be less likely to meet some than others, but of course you can find ways to bring them together anyway.

Since there are nearly infinite options to answer the question of setting, I'll instead give you some general ideas for their possible occupations and such and you can go from there! Some of the "jobs" the adult zodiacs have on the Astral Plane do translate pretty easily to regular Earth occupations, but again you don't have to stick to those if you don't want to. Same with the names, I only have some that came to mind or that I've had previously so feel free to make some up for yourself!

------ ARIES

Possible Occupation: I could see him as a gym trainer or something, the kind that may yell a lot but that actually works for people who are motivated by that kind of intensity, and he genuinely cares about the health/strength goals of the patrons with great passion as well. Perhaps he's still underestimated for his size/height but is able to prove himself with his strength anyway, and thus everyone at the gym respects him. What's funny is Aries actually used to be half-human in canon! Here's the old concept art from around 2016, if that helps at all:

The only reason I eventually changed him was to balance out the cast a bit more variety wise, as Leo was the only anthropomorphic animal zodiac character at the time. This is the same reason I changed Capricorn to be anthropomorphic as well, though in his case I felt it also strengthened his concept as the "sea goat" a lot more easily that way.

Possible Name: For some reason any variant of Aaron comes to mind, I'm assuming because it matches with the "ar" syllable in Aries (though that may also be me thinking about Aran Ryan, the stereotypical unhinged/angry Irishman character from Punch-Out lol)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: (If you're including them too) I'd imagine that Perseus would be a rather anxious member at the gym that takes a lot of effort to motivate properly, but Aries sees potential in him and sees it through anyway. Either that or he simply wants to help out with other things around the gym to build up his confidence more. He's young, so maybe it's his very first job or something, and a challenge for Aries to learn how to train someone who doesn't match his own demeanour very much at all.

------ TAURUS

Possible Occupation: I can see her as some kind of animal rescue operator or a park ranger that's focused on areas with protected species. A zookeeper could work well too, she'd definitely be one that would be excited and energetic when giving tours and facts about the animals because she loves them so much.

Possible Name: One that I have in my old "what if" notes is Tori Dellman (I don't remember why lol)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: Wherever Orion would be in his original character arc could determine their relationship here, like maybe he's still a hunter/poacher that Taurus has to deal with but eventually befriends, or he is a fellow park ranger/animal rescuer/zookeeper.

Coincidentally, at the time of writing this I am finishing up Part 2 of Orion's updated reference sheet that shows his human form prior to his deer transformation, so stay tuned for that soon :D

------ GEMINI & LEO (Putting these two together since they're the children of the zodiac cast and thus wouldn't have set jobs/aspirations like the adults do)

Possible Names: The Gemini twins could theoretically keep their original names (Solana and Luna) but there are a bunch of other names that mean sun/moon that you could use if you want to keep that duality theme but in a subtler way.

Same with Leo, there are a bunch of names that mean "lion" that you could use (though that already includes Leo itself, of course).

Relationship with Zodiac Companions: I feel like this would also be determined by what dynamic they have with their guardians/parental figures (Sagittarius and Cancer) and if they're adopted as their children or not. This would extend to their companions as well, as I consider Leo Minor to be Leo's little brother in canon and that could be the same here. Auriga could be an older sister to the Gemini twins in turn, though I could also see her as a camp counsellor or some other kind of teenage volunteer on a school trip or something.

------ CANCER

Possible Occupation: Her giant claw cannons that can shoot water and her strong build make me think she could work well as a fire fighter, the kind that isn't weighed down by her gear very much and doesn't mind leaping into danger multiple times if necessary, still keeping that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ kind of attitude when it comes to her own safety.

Possible Name: The only name I have for her in my notes is Maura Kinloch, though this was a relic from a very, very old lore draft where it's implied that her incarnation of her constellation has been around for literal centuries, further implying that she was the only one of the armour clad characters on the Astral Plane who actually lived as a knight during the medieval times on Earth (make of that what you will lmao)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: This would again depend on how you interpret Hydra/Hydrus and their relationship with her, though you don't necessarily have to humanize every single one of the animal characters either. Considering their constellations are defined as "the water snakes" you could also have them be her pets, either as snakes or some other kind of reptile/amphibian.

------ VIRGO

Possible Occupation: Considering her Lady Justice themeing in canon, she could have a similar job in a courtroom, though which one she has is up to you. A judge or attorney might be most fitting, but she could also be an investigator or detective as well.

Possible Name: Not sure, sorry ^^' Whenever I need to think of AU names I usually either pick a name that has a meaning adjacent to their original concept, or one that phonetically sounds similar/has some of the same syllables as their canon name to tie them together.

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: Given Corvus's status as a former thief/delinquent in canon, you could use that in the AU and whatever job Virgo has could determine what relationship they have. Perhaps Corvus is a part of a case she's working on as a suspect and she needs to prove his guilt/innocence, or he's the classic "help us out now and we'll reduce your sentence" kind of thing, perhaps acting as a sort of double agent.

------ LIBRA

Possible Occupation: I picture her keeping her job as a librarian/archivist, though how high up the "ladder" she is in terms of that occupation is up to you, and whether or not museum experience is included is a possibility as well. If you want to connect her AU part to Virgo's to match canon, she could also be either a fellow attorney/judge, or the stenographer (the person who transcribes what is said in a courtroom). They could always just be friends outside of their respective jobs too, though.

Possible Name: Elise, from my old notes. Not sure if I picked this one because they both have L in their spellings but I like it. :)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: Lupus would still be some kind of assistant to Libra I think, regardless of what occupation either of them has. Similar to Scutum (see below!) I actually have a drawing of him as a human, though it's not finished yet:

I had fun with this one :D Though he appears a lot younger as a wolf, he's actually a young adult in terms of age. ------ SCORPIO

Possible Occupation: This is one I actually have a slightly more fleshed out AU idea for, believe it or not! I pictured Scorpio as some kind of secret agent/spy or maybe even a trained assassin or bounty hunter depending on whether he actually has a body count in this AU or not. Perhaps he's caught up in a conspiracy or plot where he realizes he's on the wrong side of it all with what he has been assigned, and has to pivot to save the victim(s) despite the extreme danger in doing so.

If you want a more "pedestrian" angle for the AU though, he could just be the type of guy who tries his best to get by with whoever will hire him, but somehow keeps finding trouble or having trouble find him. Maybe he was categorized as a delinquent in his youth because of his suspiciously adept knife skills, rightfully or otherwise, leading to his characteristic brooding pessimism even after he became a young adult.

If Virgo/Libra are still tied to the justice system in this hypothetical, I think it would be funny if Scorpio was truthfully just a regular guy, but one that constantly gets roped into ridiculous situations through no fault of his own. So once they get him on the stand and they look at him like "...again?" he's just like "for the love of god it's not me this time-"

Apparently I cannot give him a break even in an AU, sorry bud xD

Possible Name: To match his occupation, it's likely that his real name is unknown/redacted and he uses Agent Scorpio/Scorpius as a code name or alias instead. Not sure what his name would be in an otherwise normal situation though, maybe he has to keep changing it to avoid whatever trouble keeps finding him.

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: In sharp contrast to Scorpio, Scutum is a paramedic with a big heart and chipper attitude, the kind that may not follow the rules all the time but is always riding off on his Moped with his medical bag to save a life somewhere. If he arrives on the scene on time, he has a tendency to put himself between a victim and the assailant's weapon to protect them, earning him his nickname. I've actually drawn this version of him too :D

(this is still one of my favourite designs to date, heehee :'D )

Despite their opposing occupations, he and Scorpio end up working together a lot more than either of them expected. As a paramedic, Scutum has the MO of "everyone deserves rescuing", including trained assassins in this case! To him it doesn't matter who they are, a patient is a patient. ------ SAGITTARIUS

Possible Occupation: For some reason I picture him as an outdoorsman, like a hiker or survivalist or something. I think it would be funny if, even when fully human in this AU, he is still mistaken for a bear in the woods from a distance because of his hair and stocky build. Whether he practices archery as a job or simply a hobby is another thing as well, as that could factor into his survival skills or perhaps he competes in tournaments with it.

Possible Name: I have Argus or Darius as a first name here, and considering the Scottish inspiration for his canon design you could give him a Scottish surname as well if you like.

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: If you want to keep Centaurus's insatiable desire to explore, you could have him be a companion on Sagittarius's hikes or a survivalist-in-training. He might want to partake in some spelunking as well if the area in question has caves. Even in canon Centaurus's name is often shortened to Rus, so you could use that here as a short form of Russell.

------ CAPRICORN

Possible Occupation: I think he'd be a well-to-do patron of the arts, likely still an owner or an otherwise staunch financial supporter of a theatre, big or small. Whether he is/was an actor or is simply a performing arts enthusiast is up to you, but I think his refined taste and penchant for the extravagant would still shine through in his demeanour, clothing and possessions. Whether he and Aries are still brothers here is up to you too, though the contrast in their occupations might make for an amusing dynamic, as Capricorn in this AU likely wouldn't lay a finger on a weight even if his life depended on it.

Possible Name: Quentin Armanis, Noctus Finch, or Atticus Strombold (I'm really good at coming up with fancy names I guess lmao)

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: I think Pegasus and her siblings would still be in the performing arts here, though depending on the setting, how they and Capricorn meet might be different. Perhaps Capricorn has a more hidden altruistic side where he supports young and/or indie theatre efforts in addition to the larger ones, but all on the down-low for the sake of whatever reputation he's trying to keep.

------ AQUARIUS

Possible Occupation: I can see her keeping her fashion designer/hair stylist angle here, but how "high profile" she is in this regard could vary in the AU depending on her goals/passions. Regardless of whether her and Pisces are still married in this AU, I could see Pisces becoming at least a muse for Aquarius's designs if nothing else.

Possible Name: Odessa, or some other fancy name that a fashion designer would have.

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: Similar to their initial rivalry in canon, Aquila could be a rival of hers in the fashion world as well, perhaps even "fighting" with similar clothing styles and motifs to see who can do it better. Whether they patch things up or continue the drama would remain to be seen!

------ PISCES

Possible Occupation: For some reason I see her going in a lot of potential directions. She could work at a spa, an aquarium, or maybe she'd be a swimming instructor/competitive swimmer, all options to keep her water/fish theme. Whether or not her and Aquarius are married in this AU may alter one or both of their occupations as well.

Possible Name: Cherise, perhaps to match her predominantly pink/red colours in canon and cheerful personality. Depending on her occupation, I can see others calling her "Miss Cherry" as a nickname (the word cherry derives from cherise, and cerise is French for cherry).

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: This also depends on how you'd approach Austri in this AU, as even if she's still a circus performer like she is/was in canon, how she and Pisces meet would likely be very different regardless. They don't necessarily have to be connected outside of meeting each other at some point though. I could see Pisces simply knowing Austri for being a performer at the aforementioned circus or even as a mute comedian that specializes in physical comedy instead of verbal. Considering Austri's canon connections to Capricorn as well, perhaps they know each other through association that way.

------ OPHIUCHUS

(Including him too because he's sort of the 13th zodiac and it would feel wrong to exclude him considering how important he is to canon lol) Possible Occupation: Considering he's a healer in canon, I'd imagine him being in the medical field would be appropriate, especially since the caduceus (a symbol associated with Ophiuchus and traditionally represents healing) is still used as a medical symbol today. Depending on what you wish to do with Scorpio/Scutum's part of the AU, you could have them be connected (for better or worse!)

Possible Name: No idea, sorry ^^' It could be similarly long/complicated as his constellation name, and maybe has a degree of unintentional intimidation to it. For me at least, the name Ophiuchus always felt very grandiose even if my character with that name is of a more humble nature comparatively, so you could play around with that depending on what angle you wish to take with his character's personality/goals in this AU. Is he still considered an antagonist here, or something else entirely?

Relationship with Zodiac Companion: A similar situation to Cancer where you don't necessarily have to humanize Serpens and Cetus and could make them pet snakes, though having them be Ophiuchus's assistants at his medical practice could also work well too, since that's basically what they do in canon (and the caduceus imagery often includes two snakes already).

[good-beanswrites]

My translyrics for Salamander, written out under the cut :D

This one was much more difficult than the last, but I'm still very satisfied with it! 😤 I'm both sad that my version lost a lot of the fun soundplay of the original, and also waaay more impressed with the lyrics and vocals after digging it like this! I tried to keep it balanced between the original and Fuuta's version, though maybe it ended up leaning more toward the cover, idk. Leaving my specific notes in the tags 👍

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I want a taste, but all this spice may prove more than I can take, (eh?)

Something's on your mind. So spit it out and tell me, don't waste my time, kay?

I'm hooked on this, pass me a dish.

The way I'm starving here without you -- it's a crime

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want a bite, I can't help giving in to this new appetite.

Again, again, I want to be on fire when I get to the end.

We live too fast, we burn to ash,

I never handled spices well and it's a crime.

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

I want to burn bright red

I want to burn bright red

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

Tell me I'm not alone in my mind!

Salamander~ Look what's happened to me. This pa- passion's crazy

Tell me I'm not delirious, I'm being serious.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want to leave I want to go, but I can never stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

[hardtobeasaintdotmp3]

had a freakout at work yesterday because I realised that I shouldn't have changed my minor at uni. but now I've missed the deadline so if I want to change it I have to pay for the course I'm currently in as well as the one I want to do. which is an extra 1.7k as well as the 2.2k that the course I want to do costs. so I can't really transfer. or I could but I probably shouldn't because that's a shitton of money