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charmedreincarnation · 2 years ago
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Ya bitch got into the void state
Champagne anon here and your mf girlll got in the mf void state and manifested her dream life. This happened a week ago, and I’ve been chilling but I do wanna share my story to help others. Gotta give Thanks to Maya, and so many other bloggers and even anon. Y’all hoes will forever be in my heart, and I’m forever grateful 🥹 also Maya girl you told me when I succeed to get into detail and I got nothing to do for the next two hours so imaaa just share it all here in detail.
I also wanna especially thank all the black creators on tumblr!! I didn’t know there were so many of us using the law. It always seems the world is so against us, and there’s nothing we can do abt it but nahhhh!! we can all live our best melanated lives regardless. Periodt, as we should it’s about goddamned time after everything we’ve been though 😂
Anyways!!!! after reading this: https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/717864613626134528/im-your-bubble-anon-but-i-made-this-burner-to success story yesterday I got hella motivated. I read that shit and I thought I posted it on accident because it was everything I had been through, and had been thinking anyways. That anon ate your tumblr habits btw. If y’all haven’t seen my good sis’s sucess post go check that shut out rn, On god it will help.
At the end that anon (my mf dawg 🙏) included that they manifested for everyone. Now ion know if that shit actually work tbh. I’ve seen people say you can and can’t, but tbh the vibes were too high for me to doubt. I was like ight, okay fuck it, ima leave my dream life. Whether it me, that anon, or the devil himself ion give a fuck.
So that’s whatssss a bitch did!!! I just affirmed all day it was very fulfilling. People who hate on affirming are mad corny. I can’t lie that shit works hella fast even if you don’t believe it. Idk if that anon’s void manifesting helped or what but I didn’t do much and after 3 months of trying I entered the damn void state. I’m mad I thought I had to be on some ghandi shit to do this (no hate to him hes da man) but you rlly don’t y’all. BUT LEMME TALK MY SHIT ALL YOU NEED IS AFFIRMING AND PERSISTENCE.
Anyways I went go bed excited asl!! I wrote my script that was like 10 pages long I can’t lie I did the most… but it’s whateva. I woke up in the void state after waking up at 4 am or sum, and i was like oh shityyyt lemme manifest rq and skrttt out this hoe. So that’s what a mf did 😂😂
Anyways the part y’all’s is waiting for. This is what ya girl manifested
Desired face and body. I was in shock how all the details came to life. Y’all im a solid 100/10 it’s giving natural bbl and Aliyah. I swear to gahhh everywhere I go people be trying to peep. I’m not used to being treated like a fucking celeb everywhere I go, whole time it’s just my fat gyattttt
Being the hottest 16 yr old IT GIRL at my school, and having lucky girl syndrome. People call me a mini jayda wayda, but tbh I’m better than her now. No hoe is ever gonna cheat on meee like they did her…bye. She’s still gorgeous as fuck tho
Perfect school life. Your girl is set to be the Valedictorian when I graduate (my school has 4!) I’m also sophomore year President, captain of the basketball team, apart of some volunteer programs through my school, and so much more. My resume and college application is abt to be so fuckin fire in 2 years. As I should Columbia is a competitive ass school 😤😤 that aside everyone always tryna link, I got 3 guys fighting over me (whole damn love square), so many people tryna be my friends, teachers love me, and I excel in everything I do.
My Family being rich assss fuck. My dad got a Wikipedia now and his net worth is 22 million dollars. He owns a hedge fund company now, we love a man in finance 😍😍 AS HE FUCKING SHOULD. He got a material gurlll daughter. Two in fact now.
Fire ass crib. Bro it’s a 9 million dollar penthouse, perfect for ragers. I woke up here and my room is decorated to my personality, pintrest clothes all in my closet, I got an exotic pitbull and frenchie, and the house is just mad clean and fire, I’m obsessed with it. Rarely ever wanna leave now.
My mom not being strict. That bald headed ass hoe use to be mad annoying. Y’all know how Haitians are. Mad annoying as fuck and strict for no reason. Now I go out everyday and come home at midnight and no one gives a fuck. Everyone minds their own business as they should.
Having an older brother and younger sister. I was an only child, because I was a miracle baby bc my mom was infertile. Now she got 3 of us, so she can stop being only in my buisness. I’m just playin I love my mom regardless she’s just hella clingy. Anyways my brother is mad protective but also be wrestling mad aggressive for no damn reason. He gave me a bruise but it’s whateva Ima get my lick back. I also always wanted to be an older sister, bc I’d love to be a role model! My sister is 10 and adores me soo much it’s so adorable 🥹 lmfaooo, she’s mad spoiled by me and my mom but it is what it is.
Successful lip gloss business and being a successful drop shipper. Now you didn’t think a sista wasn’t gonna give herself a career just because I’m young right 🤨🤨 we’ll ya wrong. Ya girl is making 200k-400k a year. I barely even use my money cause I got an allowance from my parents… but still, financial literacy and wealth is so important to me especially as a black woman.
A pookie bae. Y’all know I wasn’t gonna deal with finding a loyal cute and funny guy in nyc. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack. Anyways I got me a fine ass boo. I just wrote down all the features I wanted in him like for exampleS finically secure so he can spoil me, handsome as fuck, tall, funny asl, kind, little clingy, deep raspy voice, nice hand, good hygiene and style,yanno yanooo !!! Plus some other shit and whewww the void did me so good. Nowww my boo bear is a lil cracker and I’ve never dated a white boy befuh but my am I surprised. I wake up everyday with some long ass appreciation texts and plans already made ! Y’all know I love me a dominant man who knows what he wants. He’s got some nice ass clothes, nice car and crib, made me a passenger princess and spoils me way too much. He doesn’t complain abt my mood swings and simps in the best way possible. Not to mention he’s fine afkkk he’s giving vinnie hacker. He’s also 6’1 and I’m 5’1 so that height difference is soooo hot I can’t lie I feel so so safe with him 🫣 I could go on all day but in short he’s more than perfect
+ so much more but this is what shocked me the most. Anyways I’ve been living like this for the past week and it just feel so natural. I keep forgetting I got into the void but whateva I’m the only who knows anyways. Anyways live yo best life and neva give upppp. I gotta go but I’ll probably eventually make a blog. My names angela so look out for it. I’m just mad lazy soo idk tho !!!
Angela out 🫡✌️
Girl this was so fun to read, I’m just as excited for you lmfao. I love seeing black women win, and thank you for sharing your methods! Enjoy your best life and come back if it resonates with your life bae !!!
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mrs-gucci · 3 years ago
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Mr. Handsy {Clyde Logan x wife!Reader}
@icarusinthesea :
Okay, okay. I think I've thought of something. Eh, it's a mediocre idea, but it does it for me. Fighting with Clyde followed by sweet, hot, nasty make up sex. I can not think of anything else. But whatever you write I'll love. 🥰
author’s notes: hello, hello! writers block has been hitting HARDCORE as of late, which is kind of a bummer, but luckily I’m feeling a bit better now! @icarusinthesea​ thank you for this request!! I hope it was worth the (very long) wait, and I send love to you, friend <3 <3
warnings: fluff. smut. club brawls. violence against an asshole. protectiveness. dom!Clyde. oral sex (m receiving). rough sex. unprotected sex/creampie.
(possible) tw’s: non-con touching (not by Clyde). physical conflict. sex in a public restroom.
word count: 1.9k
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You had a bad feeling about this place from the very beginning, from the moment you stepped into this stupid sleazy club for your co-worker’s birthday.
Clyde decided to tag along, mainly to hang out with the other poor guys whose wives dragged them along tonight.
The bass pulses your eardrums as you make your way over to the booth that they’d claimed, saying some very loud ‘hi’s’ and ‘hello’s’ to everyone before taking a seat on Clyde’s lap.
Your outfit certainly matches the locale of tonight’s party, sexy and risqué while maintaining at least some coverage and dignity for your larger areas. Clyde’s been having some trouble keeping his eyes, and now that he can, his hands, off you.
His calloused flesh hand runs over your thigh and hip in a soothing manner, mindless in its movements over your exposed skin.
Soon, a good dancing song comes on and no matter how much you try to beg Clyde to join you on the crowded floor, he refuses, insisting that you go have some fun with your friends.
His eyes keep a close watch on you, knowing that unfortunately, it’s highly likely that some bonehead Joe will come along and think he can touch without permission.
He finds himself in a sort of entranced state, watching the way your hips move when you dance, watches your skin bounce and jiggle with each motion, sees the way the multicolored lights bounce off the sequins on your dress…
Sure enough, said bonehead Joe dances his way over to you, not-so-subtly checking you out from a bit of a distance before making his approach.
Clyde almost instantly leaps into action when his hand touches your hip and he slides in behind you. Thinking that the man behind you is Clyde, you start grinding against him a bit more, smirking.
But, only after a second or two, his motions and touch begin to feel awfully foreign. You’ve just truly begun to doubt your dancing partner’s identity when he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“Keep dancing like this and I’ll just have to take you home, babygirl.”
Goosebumps form on your skin in disgust the moment you hear an unfamiliar voice, yanking away from his grubby grip.
“How dar—“
“Hey, you!”
Your eyes widen and you look around the man to see a very angry-looking Clyde storming his way over to where you’re standing.
He turns the handsy man around with a hand on his shoulder, then gives him a shove. “Can’t ya see she’s married, asshole? Don’t you ever think ya can just go ‘round here, touchin’ what ain’t yours.”
“Cly—“
“Don’t ya even start with me right now, Y/N. I can’t believe ya didn’t stop ‘im, can’t believe ye kept grindin’ against ‘im.”
Your eyes widen. “Clyde, p-please, it’s not like tha—“
“I thought I told ya t’ can it, Y/N.”
You shudder at his commanding and harsh tone, immediately backing down and biting your lip as the tears swell in your eyes.
The man wears a small smirk, giving Clyde an equally rough shove backwards. “And what, you’re telling me she’s yours? Bullshit she is. Who’d ever wanna marry a one-armed redneck like you?”
Big mistake. Clyde used to just stand down and shut off whenever someone made fun of his disability, but usually now, he just gets fucking pissed.
Sure enough, his jaw clenches and he quickly lunges at Mr. Handsy, forcefully knocking him to the scuffed dance floor. Often times, mostly due to his kind and gentle demeanor, you forget that Clyde’s a veteran. A special ops veteran, at that.
You can’t deny that bearing witness to his unbridled anger and dominance isn’t at least a little bit sexy, even if you do feel incredibly guilty about not realizing sooner that it wasn’t Clyde.
Like the coward he truly is, and that many men like him are, he flees the scene quickly when he looks up and sees the anger in Clyde’s eyes.
Meanwhile, you instantly rush up to him, apologizing repeatedly. “Clyde, I’m so sorry, I thought it was you and I didn’t mean to—“
He snatches your wrist, bending down so that his hot, slightly strained breath wafts across your face. “You’d better yer slutty ass into the restroom right fuckin’ now.” He growls, letting you go.
You nod, whimpering under your breath as you scurry off into the bathroom.
He follows after you, pushing you into the single stall before reaching around to lock the door.
“Clyde, please, I’m so sorry. I promise that I didn’t know it wasn’t you until he spoke and I pulled away right after that. I would never…”
He holds a hand up and you trail off, then crosses it back over his chest along with the other. When you look up at him, ready to apologize further, he gives you a subtle head shake and a faint smile.
“Get m’ cock out.”
You know, then, that he’s not mad, and you know exactly what he wants from you. You step up to him with a small smirk and pop the button on his Levi’s, pulling the zipper down before reaching in to fish out his half-hard length.
“Now stroke it. You know how I like it.”
Your hand holds a steady grip around the protrusion, starting off slow but quickening randomly, just as he likes it.
His head tilts back onto the cheap tiled wall, nostrils flaring as he exhales shakily. “Thaaaaat’s m’ girl, just like that.”
You speed up just a bit, focusing your pressure and ministrations on the upper half of his shaft, moving the little bit of excess skin up and down his shiny pink head.
“Mmmmffhhh.” He groans through pursed lips, hips rutting forward into your touch.
Suddenly, he pushes your hand away, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to cope with the sudden loss of stimulation on his pulsing arousal.
“Knees.”
You get onto your knees, using his shoes as cushioning.
“Mouth open.”
Your jaw falls open and he wastes no time in moving himself into proper position, sheathing himself fully in your mouth.
“Ghhhohhh, s-shit.”
You’re choking right off the bat, shoulders shaking with each violent cough.
“Yeah, take it. Gon’ make ye choke on me, shove m’ cock down yer lil throat ‘till ya can’t breathe no more.”
You somehow manage to moan around him in between your gags and coughs, lungs panicked for the rough cutoff of airflow by Clyde’s length. Tears begin to swell in your eyes, soon running down your cheeks.
His eyebrows are tightly knitted in the center of his forehead, skin glistening with the beginnings of sweat as his hips rut into your cavern even quicker and rougher now.
Clyde has to physically pull himself away from your mouth, shuddering as his cock bobs and throbs angrily at the loss of friction. His hand splays out on the wall, chest heaving as he takes a moment to re-gain composure.
Then, he looks down at you, gaze sizzling your very skin.
“Up. Turn yerself ‘round n’ bend over, ass out n’ legs spread nicely.”
You put yourself into the position, wiggling your ass just a bit for play after pushing your jean shorts down, earning you a harsh smack across your newly-exposed skin. He smirks when you squeal softly, giving himself a few lazy strokes as he steps up behind you, lips instantly attacking your neck.
“Yer gon’ walk outta ‘ere with all o’ my marks on your neck, hickeys n’ bite marks. Maybe then everyone’ll understand who it is ya belong t’."
His chin digs into your shoulder, then he’s thrusting forward, filling you up and stretching you out to the max. You gasp, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your skull.
“Ohhhhh.”
He groans into your ear, chin digging into your shoulder as he begins fucking you fast and hard. There’s nothing gentle or romantic about this union; it’s hunger and wanting, it’s pure carnal lust.
Tears quickly swell up in your eyes at the sweet pleasure currently surging through your body, tickling every nerve ending and igniting every pleasure center. 
It’s humid in the club, the bathroom no exception and already, a sheen of sweat has formed on the surface of your skin. Clyde’s good hand takes an even firmer hold on the meat of your hips, hips thrusting at an impossibly fast pace.
“G’damnit, wrapped ‘round m-me so tight, fffuck Y/N. Such a lil’ cccunt, love shovin’ m’ b-big cock in ya, ssssplittin’ ya right in half--christ.”
You love how his accent gets thicker and thicker at times like this, so much so that sometimes you can’t even make sense of what he’s saying. It’s adorable.
“Mmm, C-Clyde! Please baby, please mmmake me cum!”
His lips latch onto the side of your neck, sucking as hard as they possibly can while he reaches around to rub your clit with the cool metal digits of his prosthetic. 
Your hips instantly grind down on him, a shaky gasp leaving your lips. “Ohh god, mmmmmfffuck--right there! Yes, yes, Clyde!”
“Say y-yer mine.” He growls into your ear, panting. “Tell everyone who ya bbbelong to. Scream ma name w-when ya cum.”
“Y-Yours, all yours, Clyde. I’m yours!” You whimper. 
Clyde fucks you with everything he’s got, biting into your skin and sucking more of the flesh until you’re littered with marks. It’s not long before you’re tumbling over the edge, body trembling as you release all over his shaft with a shout of his name.
“Clyde! C-Clyde, fuck!”
Not long after you, Clyde falls over the edge, desperately rutting and fucking each drop of his hot load deep into your spasming cunt.
“Y/N, g’damnit...fuuuckin’ s-shit!”
Both of you are rendered breathless as you come down from your respective highs. His lips and tongue gently soothe the harsh bites and bruises that have been left behind in his wake. 
He sighs softly when he pulls out, helping you pull your shorts back up before tucking himself back into his pants. When you turn around, he crashes his lips into yours, hands resting gently on your hips. 
“‘m real sorry fer that, Y/N; dunno what got int’ me. I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”
You smile, cradling his face in your hands. “Clyde, there is no need to apologize or feel bad for that. You know if I was uncomfortable, I would’ve stopped you or said something. I loved it, more than I probably should have, and I love you.”
His lips tug up into a soft, lopsided smile, relief flooding across his expression.
“I love ya too, Y/N, so, so much. Thank ya fer puttin’ up with me n’ bein’ mine.”
“No ‘thank you’ necessary, baby. I’m yours, always yours.”
Clyde grins, pulling you in for a hug as he repeats your words out loud.
“All mine.”
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misterewrites · 3 years ago
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First Date (Owl House)
Hey everyone! E here with another story, this time tackling the Owl House. Honestly I love this show so much. It's so creative and well written but ya'll knew that already.
This is a gift for my great friend @hipster-rapunzel  who writes and has some works of her own. She usually writes Avatar stuff but she's got a Gus/ Mattholomule fic if you're interested. I’ll link below. Check her out she's great! Merry Christmas nat! I hope you like it! Love you!
That's it for me: Stay safe, wear masks (paper because cloth isn't as helpful this time around) take care of yourself, your loved ones, get vaccinated, push for global vaccination and for real be safe. Have a great week! Leave comments, likes, reblogs, feedback. tell your friends! its all good to me! i appreciate you just taking the time to read this little work of mine! If you wanna know where the spanish is from leave a comment and I'll tell you. E is out bye! Also season two spoilers but you know minor ones. Maybe. Anyway spoiler warning!
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Luz has had a rough last few weeks so Amity decides it's time to take her girlfriend out on their very first date! Everything should be fine, right? Right?!
(Set after Season 2 Finale so you know minor spoilers. Last chance. Seriously go watch the show if you haven’t. it’s great and you can get mad at disney with me for not giving it a proper season 3!
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It was a beautiful day on the Boiling Isles: The sun was on fire and not a single boiling rain cloud in sight. The boiling sea churn and bubbled with a peaceful laziness. Everything was going perfectly and Amity couldn’t help but feel giddy at the stroke of luck the Isles were giving her.
A lot of boiling things on the boiling isles. Go figure.
The purple hair witch was currently making her way to the titular Owl House to take her girlfriend Luz out on their first date. It had been a rough few weeks after the near disaster of Eclipse Lake and Luz seeing her mother for the first time in months. That last outing seemed particularly draining for her human girlfriend so Amity decided it was time to help distract her from the mounting pressure. Titan knows she knew how easy it was to crack under that amount of stress.
“Basket, blanket, demonic possession repellent. Alright Amity you have everything you need to take your girlfriend out on a romantic picnic lunch! Hopefully.”
Amity bit her lip nervously: She’d been planning this moment for days now. When she first came up with the idea she was confident that this was going to be a piece of pixie pie.
Now? Well she currently trying to keep her breathing steady and not panic swing the picnic basket tucked under her arm as the Owl House came into view.
“Hoot!” Hooty the house shrieked at the only volume he knew “Who dares trespass on these hollowed grouoh hi Amity!”
Amity stifled a laugh while Hooty waved his entire body at her in greeting. You know honestly she wasn’t the biggest fan of the house demon at first but Luz told her he’d grow on you. Setting her up with the girl of dreams certainly had won him a few points in her book.
“Hi Hooty!” Amity waved back “Anyone up yet?”
Hooty narrowed his eyes thoughtfully “I don’t know. I’ll need to use my infernal demonic magic to find out. HOOT!”
The house demon swung his door open and elongated as he went searching for any signs of life. There were various surprised shouts of “HOOTY!” and the sound of objects been thrown or dropped. He returned to his post as the door a moment later.
“They are noooooow.” Hooty cooed.
“That’s...great Hooty.”
Hooty beamed with pride, too caught up in his self worth to noticed Amity’s tone.
Amity managed to make it to the house when Eda appeared in the doorway, cup of Apple Blood in one hand and the other rubbing at her exhausted eyes.
“Boots?” She asked curiously “What are you doing here? You’re not selling witchling scout cookies are you?”
“What?”
Eda gestured to the basket she held.
“Oh! No!” Amity rose her hands up defensively “I’m here to take your daughter Luz out on a date. I mean she’s not your daughter! She’s my girlfriend and I’m going to take her out. On a date. With me. Her girlfriend. Whom she is currently dating... I’ve said too much, haven’t I?”
Eda chuckled to herself impishly “Yep. Normally I’d stand here and give you some sassy sarcasm to tease you but I think you suffered enough.”
Amity could feel her cheeks burn a bright red that could be seen from space “Thanks Eda.”
“Now wait here while I go get my ‘daughter’ boots.”
Amity groaned loudly as Eda slipped back into the house with a mischievous wink.
“Wow that was embarrassing.” Hooty chimed in after a moment.
“Thanks Hooty.” Amity muttered with the most deadpan voice she could muster.
“She really thinks she can go out vole eating all night and not be tired in the morning. She’s not a young witch anymore.”
“Hey!” Eda’s voice shouted “I HEARD THAT!”
Hooty huffed “It’s still true!”
Amity gave an awkward smile, grateful for the momentary distraction from her nerves.
Her heart began to race as she heard the excited flurry of footsteps racing down the stairs at full sprint. She took in a deep breath, tensing her body for the usual Luz greeting.
“Amity!” Luz cried out happily as she lunged at her girlfriend, trapping her in a tight hug midair and forcing Amity to catch her “I’m so happy to see you! Wait.”
Luz pulled away, her hazel eyes searching Amity’s golden ones with a hint of concern “Did something happen? Is your mom being a total b...”
“No!” Amity put down the basket and quickly rose a hand to stop Luz from finishing that sentence “No, no. I was just here to see you.”
“Oh.” Luz’s cute face shifted from confusion to utterly joy, her cheeks tinged pink “I happy to see you too. And what’s with the basket? Is it a magic basket?!”
Amity couldn’t help but smile at her girlfriend’s enthusiasm “Hee not a magic basket. Just a normal one. I was thinking, if you want, we could go out and have a picnic. Just me and you. Alone. Together.”
Luz’s tilted her head quizzically “Like a date?”
“No!” Amity shook her head “Yes! Maybe? If you want of course because I wouldn’t want to assume anything! But it’s a nice a day, no boiling rain because you sure know how much that boiling rain boils. I mean obviously it’s boiling it is the Boiling Isles and.” She gave a shy smile “Help?”
Luz giggled in the most adorable way, her cheeks now a full blown bright red “Yes we can go on a date. Wait! Should I change?! I can’t go out on my first date in a hoodie and shorts! Wait right here!”
She turned to rush back inside but Amity manged to grab her hand and pulled her to a stop “It’s okay! I’m in my regular clothes. It’s just a simple date.”
“It’s not just a simple date!” Luz countered “It’s my first date with my totally amazing girlfriend! It has to be perfect!”
Amity squeezed Luz’s hand lovingly “It will be. Because you’re going to be there with me and that’s all I need.”
Amity felt a twinge of panic as Luz’s eyes teared up
“Oh no I made you cry! Ugh stupid Amity I should’ve just….”
She stopped when Luz squeezed her hand back. Luz wiped the tears from her eyes, her smile soft and gentle.
“You are amazing Amity Blight. You know that right?”
Amity felt her cheeks burn again as she scratched the back of her head anxiously “I’m not that amazing.”
Luz gave her hand another squeeze “You are to me.”
Amity opened her mouth to say something when she noticed Eda leaning against the wall, two thumbs up and a wink sent her way.
“Let’s go!” Amity shouted, turning away to stop Luz from seeing her blood pool in her face “Times a wasting!”
She pulled Luz along while grabbing at the basket with her free hand. She huffed for a second as she struggled to lift the basket. It hadn’t been this heavy a second ago right? Maybe it was all the adrenaline she was panicking into her system.
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“So.” Luz nudged Amity playfully with a wide smile “An interesting spot for you to take me on our first date Blight.”
Amity giggled nervously “Well I wanted it to be a special for us and what was more special than our first dance?”
Amity had led Luz to their tree, the one the pair created during their fight against Grom. They both still could remember the dance clearly even after everything’s that happened: The beautiful synchronization the two moved with, the effortless grace and trust they gave one another in the moment of battle and the beautiful tree that formed through their combined magic. Its leaves were still that lovely shade of pinkish lavender that inspired Amity’s new hair color.
“I still have the tiara.” Amity admitted after a moment of silence.
“You do!? I mean I do too but I didn’t think you liked me back then.”
Amity bit her lip “I did. A lot actually.”
“Really!?” Luz frowned thoughtfully “What about that person you were scared to ask out?”
Amity fidgeted with her hair anxiously “Well…”
“WAIT! Was it me?!” Luz gestured to herself to make sure she emphasized the point.
“Well…” Amity coughed into her hand “You really made my night when you said you’d go with me.”
Luz slapped herself “I am the densest person on the Boiling Isles.”
Amity slipped her hand into Luz’s once more “I don’t know about that. I know this one girl who might be a little more dense than you. She’s a Blight and you know how they are.”
“Utterly pretty and amazing?” Luz teased while throwing the cutest smile she could muster at her girlfriend.
Amity folded at once.
“Who wants lunch!” She shouted, not really waiting for an answer as she opened the picnic basket.
And found a napping King curled around what was left of the food.
“King?” Luz asked curiously “Was he part of the picnic?”
“No.” Amity gritted her teeth while picking him up “What are you doing in there??”
“Food.” The demon yawned, squirming in the witch’s grip “Warm. Nap.”
King yawned, pawing the air for a moment before leaping into Luz’s arms and curling up for another nap.
“I’m sure it was delicious.” Luz said nervously, trying to figure out the best way to pacify her girlfriend. Her eye was twitching and the last time that happened Amity decided to throw hands at Hooty.
Amity could feel her eye twitch against her will, a sudden rage filling her entire being. She raise a hand to stop Luz and took a deep breath in then out.
It went against her every instinct, the conditioning forcibly instilled by her parents that costed her years of friendship with Willow. If Luz could see the best in anything especially the selfish, self loathing bully Amity used to be...well she could too.
“It’s okay.” Amity spoke up after taking a moment to compose herself.
“You sure? Maybe Eda can come and…”
Amity shook her head, opting to pet the slumbering demon’s head instead. King nuzzled her hand as his leg began scratching at the air.
“He’s your little brother. I know what it’s like to live with siblings.”
King opened his eye and looked at Amity. She nodded in understanding and he replied in kind.
Amity pulled out the remains of their lunch and spread out the blanket underneath the trio.
“Downsies!” King cutely yawned. As Luz put him down King stretched for a moment and turned in a circle before curling up on the blanket.
“Amity…” Luz whispered “That was really sweet of you.”
Amity shrugged casually “You like all of me seems only fair I love all of you.”
One.
Two.
Three.
“Wait!” Amity’s cheeks flared out again “I meant like! LIKE! I mean I do love you but wait no that’s not what I meant. Luz!”
Luz’s blush worsened but that didn’t matter. Feelings of joy overcame the teen and before she realized it, she cupped Amity’s cheeks in her hands.
Amity was turning all kinds of shades of reds and pinkish under Luz’s touched which only worsened when Luz leaned in closer.
“Porque llego a mi vida” Luz sang at the top of her lungs “El amor de mi vida!”
And with that melodic voice echoing around them for a moment, Luz kissed Amity as softly as she could.
Amity’s ears twitched before what was happening fully sunk in. She closed her eyes, too caught up in the utter bliss of kissing her girlfriend to really function beyond that.
Luz pulled away and Amity leaned forward after her. She sighed in relief before she opened her eyes and once more hazel met gold.
“What did you say??” Amity whispered breathless.
Luz shot her a cheeky smile as she rose to her feet “Eda says you need to play hard to get so if you catch me I’ll tell you!”
“Seriously?!” Amity laughed.
“Yep!”
“Oh you’re on!”
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King cracked an eye open, smiling at the two lovebirds chased one another around the tree their love created. He knew, of course, what Luz said. He’d caught her singing it around the house often and he demanded, as her ruler, for her to tell him.
“Oh” Luz scratched her head back, embarrassed about being caught “It’s...nothing.”
“Tell me!” King pouted, putting his hands on his hips for dramatic effect “As your ruler I must know all my subjects secrets! To blackmail them! For cuddles.”
“Okay.” She knelt down “But you promise me you can’t tell anyone. Especially Amity.”
“Why would I tell her? She’s trying to steal my cuddles!”
Luz playfully ruffled his head “Never buddy. They’re lyrics from my favorite song: porque llego a mi vida, El amor de mi vida roughly means for arrives in my life, the love of my life.”
And as King laid there, lazily basking in the sun with a tummy full of yummy food, all he can think is “You have Luz. You have found the love of your life. Her snacks are good so I approve!”
But he still would keep an eye out for Amity trying to steal his hugs.
Luz could kiss her all she wanted but those hugs were for King only!
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nctxdreamies · 4 years ago
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A Silent Love
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summary: wonwoo is known to be the quietest, most introverted, cold guy on campus. his feelings are only kept to himself until someone shows up...
who: wonwoo x female reader
genre: fluff, college
warnings: none :)
word count: 2.7k
a/n: i kinda love wonwoo so i had to write something up, hope you like it!
you’ve always been on top and focused on your studies
the only person that really kept you sane was your best friend joshua
he’s been by your side since day 1
you could never imagine where you’d be in the world right now without him
everyone always thought you two had a thing for each other
at one point that was true
things took a turn and you two thought it was best to just stay as friends
after that incident your friendship grew even stronger than before
both of you cringe at the fact that you used to date
you two agreed on to never bring it up ever again
you’re surprised that joshua and you even get along because of how different you guys are
he’s a total social butterfly, has so many friends, parties a lot ocassionally, and somehow still manages to get good grades
you on the other hand focus on studying, have a few close friends but joshua is your second half, and barely get out of your apartment
you wouldn’t consider yourself as an introvert nor an extrovert, somewhere in between...
studies were on top of everything, you had no time to focus on a relationship other than your strong friendship with joshua
especially after that incident, you knew that you could be independent
one day joshua went out partying late
he didn’t answer any of your calls or texts
it didn’t concern you since this wasn’t the first this happened
you couldn’t sleep knowing that joshua wasn’t home yet
you were always concerned about his well being but he always said that you worried too much for him
while waiting on joshua and studying for finals a phone call reached your phone at 3:00 am
this was odd since the number didn’t look familiar
you decided to pick it up anyways
“hello?”
“hi i have your best friend and he’s wasted right now, i’ll be there in 5”
“oh sorry who is this-“
you got cut off from the person on the other line hanging up
thoughts were running through your brain wondering who that could’ve been
exactly 5 minutes later there was a knock at your apartment door
you looked through the peeping hole to reveal joshua and a tall guy wearing a black mask, and bucket hat basically covering half of his face
you really only worried about joshua at this point since he was on the ground
the guy was struggling to hold him up
you immediately opened the door and right when you opened it you saw him dashing off around the corner really fast
you thought that was the weirdest thing ever
you picked joshua up and threw him on the couch
“jeez this guy is so wasted”
you looked back at your phone and saw the number and decided to text it
“thanks for bringing my friend home, sorry about that...”
‘read’
“oh wow what a way to say no problem”
the next morning you woke up later than usual and jolted out the door looking like a mess
good thing your morning bus ride to campus was long enough to get ready
you got on the bus and it was packed, there weren’t any spots left to sit in
there was one window seat open near the back
you headed down there and asked the person sitting in that row if you could sit there
he just moved over and let you through
right when you sat down a weird feeling got to you
you glanced to your left and the guy looked exactly like the one who brought joshua home last night
he was wearing the exact same bucket hat and black mask, this time his eyes were showing and he had a pair of round glasses on
he was just scrolling on his phone looking through social media
you decided to get ready while the bus started moving
there was a bump in the road and the makeup brush in your lap fell and rolled into the aisle
“shoot” you whispered under your breath
he quickly picked it up and handed it to you
you took it from his hand and locked eyes for a good 5 seconds
“thanks” you smiled
he went back to scrolling on his phone again
“hey weren’t you the guy that brought joshua home last night?”
“oh...um yeah, how’d you recognize me?”
“the bucket hat and mask! you seemed to be in a rush last night huh?”
“... yeah i was out later than usual”
the bus stopped at the campus and you both got up
you were surprised that he was getting up as well
you exited the bus and before he started walking off you caught up to him
“wait! are you a student here too?”
“yeah it’s my third year”
“woah really, mine as well!”
he didn’t seem much of a talker, he just wanted to get away from you
“by the way my name is y/n and i major in biology” you turned to him and smiled
“i’m wonwoo, i’m also in biology” he was basically whispering this
“how come i’ve never noticed you until now?”
“i guess it’s cause i’m always in the back and the first one to leave” he shrugged his shoulders
little did you know he knew who you were before you even talked to each other
you stood out to him in class since you were always paying attention, never late, and very active on the biology chat page
he knew you were out of his league and that’s why he was so cold and trying to avoid you
he eventually got over you even though he never talked to you once
but then the feelings rushed back when you started talking
“we should study together one day, and plus it’s finals season”
“i actually don’t study with other people... i kinda enjoy being alone”
“i can tell, you seem like the quiet type huh”
“i guess you could say that”
he suddenly turned the wrong direction to try and get away from you
“you know that’s not the right way”
he kept going and ignored you
you walked in class and noticed wonwoo already there
“wait i thought you were going the opposite way, how’d you get here before me?”
“i know ways” he glanced at you with a cold look
you just walked away to go sit at your seat
class ended and you turned around to go meet wonwoo again but he wasn’t there
you went to the library to study since it had the best lighting and comfy chairs between the bookshelves
you made your way there to your usual spot near the back, there was a tucked away table and chairs
someone was sitting there which surprised you since nobody really knew about this spot in the library
their back was facing you, but you decided to see who it was
“oh hey there wonwoo! i didn’t know you’d be here”
he looked up at you in shock
“this is where i normally go, what are you doing here?”
“i study here all the time, so you’re full of secrets” you laughed
you managed to crack a little smirk on his mouth
“so what are you up to?”
“i’m reviewing the content from the first few lectures”
you grabbed a seat beside him and started looking over the content he was looking at too
he felt uncomfortable by this but this was the only way he could get closer to you
you looked over at his test papers he was studying from
“woah you’re so good, how do you get grades like this?!”
“i just work my butt off i guess” he smiled
this was the first time you actually saw him smile so genuinely
“hey you should keep smiling like that, it looks good on you”
his eyes widened a bit and his cheeks were starting to warm up
he ran his hand through his hair and turned the other way in embarrassment
“well anyways i gotta go check up on joshua he’s still at the apartment”
“oh alright”
he seemed kinda sad that you were leaving so fast
“if you ever wanna study again together you got my number in your phone” you grabbed your stuff and left
that night while you were flipping through your textbook violently joshua knocked at your room door
“hey y/n sorry about last night, i was a total mess”
“whatever that’s all on you, at least someone brough you home safely”
“wait that wasn’t you?”
“no i was worried waiting for you all night”
“then who was that...” his eyes widened
“it was wonwoo, he brought you home”
“wonwoo... wonwoo” his face was confused
“oh like wonwoo in your major!”
“you know him?”
“yeah of course i do, we’ve talked a lot before since he loves music as well”
“oh wow he doesn’t seem like that type of guy, if anything he’s so cold and quiet”
“are you serious? this guy is NOT like that”
“he’s literally like that to everyone in our major, he’s that guy who sits at the back and listens along”
“you’ve never seen the real him i guess... why don’t the three of us go get a coffee tomorrow, then you can see how he really is”
“you know i’ve gotta study dude i don’t have time for this” you have him a disappointed look
“come on y/n you’re not studying for the whole dayyy” he started sulking
“ugh you’re so annoying. FINE if it will make you stop acting like this i’ll go”
he smiled and walked out of your room
you continued studying all night
your phone suddenly lit up with a text
“hey y/n i’m not sure if you got these notes but here they might help you study” *sent an attachment*
you opened it and everything on there were the things you struggled with the most
“wow thank you, this is really what i need right now!”
‘read’
joshua knocked on your bedroom door and that woke you up
“good morning y/n it’s time to get ready we’re going out for our coffee hangout”
you totally forgot about that so you started rushing to get ready
there was a knock on the front door and joshua opened it
you could hear a little bit of the conversation but you were more focused on getting ready
you walked out to the living room and saw wonwoo and joshua sitting on the couch talking together
“you’re finally ready, you literally take ages to do all that”
“not my fault you woke me up late”
“let’s get going” joshua gestured you guys to the door
you guys got to the cafe and found a booth near the back
“so wonwoo how has studying been for you?” joshua asked
“pretty good, i feel ready surprisingly”
you sat there feeling nervous about the finals
“y/n you need to relax this is a great way to reset and take a break from studying” joshua insisted
you all ordered your food and drinks and began talking
“so y/n told me you’re very quiet wonwoo”
“oh uh i guess i’m like that at school”
“oh come on wonwoo you barely talk, i never knew you were in my class”
“yikes well this is a great time to get to know each other” joshua smiled
you guys started talking for a while and enjoyed the conversation
you were able to have wonwoo open up more about himself
joshua’s phone started ringing and interrupted
he instantly left and said that he was sorry for leaving really early
“i guess it was urgent...”
wonwoo just shrugged
it started to get awkward without having joshua there
“so i heard you’re into music?”
“oh yeah, joshua probably told you... i kinda like making music”
“woah actually that’s so cool, could i hear a sample?” you asked
“it’s not really done but i have a short recording on my phone”
he let you listen to it
“dang that’s so good! i didnt know you did this type of stuff!”
“yeah it’s been a longtime hobby of mine”
you and wonwoo kept talking for a couple of hours now and you both started to lose track of time
suddenly joshua texted you
“oh my we’ve been here for so long, i better get going and plus i still need to study”
you started packing up and just before you could leave wonwoo’s hand stopped you
you turned around
“y/n i had such a great time today, thank you”
“me too we should definitely do this again!”
he didn’t respond except he just looked straight into your eyes
“i need to tell you something” wonwoo broke the silence
“yeah what’s up?”
he took your hand and led you outside
it was so beautiful with the sunset and you were both in awe
he brought you to a nearby lookout to watch the sunset
“wow it’s gorgeous up here” you exclaimed
“yeah i normally go here when i’m stressed”
“so what was it that you were going to tell me?” you asked
he started getting nervous and turned towards you
“well... this may seem so sudden but y/n i really want get this weight off my shoulders...”
you looked really worried
“i like you. i can’t keep being so cold and quiet to you, it really hurts me.”
he just said it so confidently
you didn’t know what to do, it felt so sudden and out of the blue
your words didn’t come out and you were just stuttering
“i like you too wonwoo, you’re such an amazing guy and i’d love to get to know you better”
he finally felt relieved from your response
he couldn’t help it and leaned over to kiss you
you didn’t hesistate to kiss back, it’s like you were meant for each other
he pulled away and held your hands and you both watched the sunset as you leaned your head on his shoulder
it started getting dark and he started walking you home
“how long did you have these feelings for me?”
“now that’s a long story” he laughed
“wait so even before i met you that night when you took joshua home?”
“i guess you can say so” he smiled
“i’m sorry i ran away that night without meeting you. i was too nervous to face you” he said
“what why? i was wondering why you left in such a hurry”
“yeah i just get nervous around you that’s why i’ve been so mean to you”
“what you weren’t mean to me... well kinda just a little cold”
“i’m sorry y/n”
you stopped and hugged him
you two reached your apartment and he watched you go in safely
“good night y/n” he texted you
“good night wonwoo.” you replied back
joshua was standing at the door smiling when you came in
“what’s wrong with you?” you looked at him and laughed
“i saw it all y/n don’t hide”
your face turned red and you ran to your room
“oh my y/n don’t worry if you don’t want to tell me i’ll just ask wonwoo”
you opened your door to a smiling joshua
“you- stop smiling like that” you rolled your eyes
“come on you two are so cute how could i not”
“ugh whatever, i need to study bye” you started pushing him out of your room
the next morning you were just about to head out your door, you opened it and saw wonwoo standing there
“oh nice to see you” you smiled brightly at wonwoo
he hugged you and kissed your forehead
you could hear joshua making a big deal out of it behind you
you closed the door behind you and left with wonwoo
wonwoo is still a shy guy when it comes to being with you in public
you absolutely don’t care about what people think
you still love him even though he’s still like this, it’s kinda cute
he rarely shows affection to you in public because the thought of pda just makes him feel weird
he respects you for who you are and isn’t the guy to be overly attached with you
he’s truly someone you’ve been dreaming of
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mingoyeob-archive · 3 years ago
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omg hey, if not done yet, can we please have 51 + jk? also take your time for part 3, no need to rush and stress about it, you're an amazing writer and good work always takes time 💜
under the oak tree drabble game ⚔️🌳 to make up for my delayed release of part 3 of under the oak tree i’ve decided to do a drabble game!
omg thank you for being so kind 🥲 I wanna end under the oak tree in a good way so I've just been pushing it off until I come up with something thats not a complete disappointment?? but I'm hoping these drabbles give you guys more time to enjoy the characters! hope you like it :)
51. “I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time” | jjk x reader ft yoongi | word count: 2k
The castle was eerily quiet.
Most days it would be loud with the sound of footsteps and the banging of mugs hitting wood tables followed by the clanking of cutlery. However today, no one seemed to want to make a peep; they were as quiet as a mouse. Unlike everyone else who found the lack of noise peculiar, Yoongi enjoyed it - reveled in it, flourished in it even. Nothing made him happier than being able to sit and enjoy his daily morning, afternoon and evening naps and it made studying all the damn protection spells Jungkook wanted for the castle a hell of a lot easier. But there was one thing that threatened his new paradise, a looming cloud over his glorious fantasy, the grey cloud that he called Jeon Jungkook.
Now Jungkook was never one to be in an especially chipper mood, at least not around most people that is (you on the other hand, seemed to be a completely different story). Yoongi distinctly remembers seeing baby pictures of the lad when he was just a baby with a scowl etched permanently on his face under bushy dark brows. He often found it comical. Here was this lumbering idiot, with a silver spoon practically being shoved in his mouth, the glorious savior of the kingdom, but he was walking around as if his favorite horse had died (which it hadn’t, he checked). It was really starting to get on his nerves.
“Kid, you’ve gotta stop scaring the men. I swore I saw one of them shit themselves the other day.” Yoongi said from beside Jungkook. Currently they sat side by side in the great hall, feasting on bowls of hearty beef stew, the kind with giant chunks of meat and half haphazardly chopped vegetables covered in a thick and glorious gravy. Hmm my favorite Yoongi hummed to himself, eyes slipping shut as he drank up the delicious broth with a loud slurping sound. His spoon made a loud clanging sound against his bowl when he dropped it back down, wiping his mouth to shift his gaze back over to the scowling man to his left. “You know if I were you I would be jumping for joy. You’re filthy fucking rich, whats to be sad about huh?”
Jungkook didn’t even let out his usual grunt in response, opting to continue swirling his spoon around in his stew while glaring down at it as if it had wronged him in some way. But the sudden sound of one the knights from across the hall laughing had him snapping his head up to send a growl over to the group of men which had them instantly silencing themselves, ducking down to continue silently eating their food. Yoongi watched the exchange with amusement, “Yeah you definitely need to get laid.”
Jungkook raised his hand to swing at him to which Yoongi merely stopped with a spell, not even bothering to look at him while he took another spoonful of his food. He knew Jungkook would never try to purposefully hurt him if he knew Yoongi couldn’t protect himself, so this was just considered normal playful banter between the two men. “That’s enough, Yoongi.” He mumbled angrily, dropping his fist to bang against the table. The noise gained the attention of everyone in the dining hall, but none of them dared to turn their heads to look at the commotion, afraid the Duke would redirect his anger towards them. “I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, you know, that's what tends to happen when you don’t get any for a while.” Yoongi sighed and leaned his hand against his hand, gazing pitifully at Jungkook. He noticed the slight twinge of confusion on Jungkooks face and decided to reiterate himself, “It’s called blue balls idiot.”
Jungkook nearly choked on his spit. Yoongi was never one to mince words and this time was no different, but still his blunt words caught him off guard. “Would you keep it down!” Jungkook seethed, whipping his head around to see if anyone had overheard the topic of their conversation. It’s not like he was scared of anyone mocking him (everyone knew better than that) but still, he didn’t need the whole castle knowing that him and his wife still hadn’t had sex yet since he’d been back.
Yes, you heard him correctly. Jungkook had been back for almost three months and you and him still hadn’t even so much as touched each other intimately. Sure they had a few passionate kisses and lust filled embraces here and there which had left your neck bruised with hickies, but outside of that, neither of you had even dared roaming a hand south of the border. He didn’t know why he hadn’t tried it, perhaps it was because he wanted to make sure you were ready this time, instead of forcing himself on you like last time. He wanted to be positive that you enjoyed yourself as much as he did, wanted to bring you to new heights that made you absolutely euphoric. But until you were comfortable with him enough to let him do so, he would stick to his hand and the dirty images that he had conjured up in his head.
“I know what blue balls are, Yoongi. But I’m perfectly fine with how mine and y/n’s relationship is going.” he mumbled, glaring at the sorcerer. “And I don’t need you meddling in my love life so why don’t you just go and frolic with that stable boy like you do and leave me be.”
Yoongi let out a noise of disagreement, throwing his hands up in annoyance, “How many times do I have to tell you, me and hoseok are not frolicking or whatever the hell you’re into-” Jungkooks foot kicked his leg under the table causing him to let out a hiss but nonetheless he continued, “You can’t keep waiting for her to make the first move. Y/n is a lady and a lady from Aster at that. Those chicks never make the first move.”
Jungkook grumbled and pushed his bowl away from him then sipped at his ale in contemplation. Perhaps Yoongi was right, maybe it was time for him to make the first move. “But how can I make sure she’s ready? What if I fuck up like last time?” he questioned, not bothering to hide the genuine concern in his voice.
The sorcerer just sighed, patting Jungkook on the shoulder, “Trust me, kid. If you fucked up, she wouldn’t still be here. And judging by the noises I heard last time, I’m pretty sure she enjoyed herself.” yoongi shuddered. No more late night walks through the hall he promised himself. “Just try to do something nice for her this time. Don’t just throw her around, take it easy. Try and lighten the mood, understand?”
Jungkook was quiet for a second, the gears turning in his head. When he finally seemed to come to a conclusion, he grunted and nodded his head. The corner of Yoongi's lips tilted up in a satisfied smile and he clapped the man on the shoulder, “Thatta boy!”
Immediately after dinner, Jungkook went to the kitchen to request the finest meats, cheeses and artfully crafted desserts they had along with the sweetest wine the chef could find. The kitchen staff were practically shaken in their boots when the Duke had first walked into the room, afraid they had done something to mess up his dinner. But when they saw how shy yet dedicated the man seemed to be (despite how much he had tried to hide it) they were more than happy to help him, promising him that they would do their best. Jungkook gave them a monotonous thanks and had practically run out the room, up the steps and to the bed chamber. He had a lot to do in a short amount of time.
“I am pooped!” You groaned, complaining to Seokjin about how much work you had done today while walking through the hard stone halls of the castle. You had spent most of today working in the library, learning and going over the finances with Seokjin so you could finally start taking on more of your ‘wifely duties’ and relieving him of some of the burden. “I’m still not sure how the conversion from pences to shillings works. Or is it shillings to pences? Ah, oh well.”
Seokjin merely rolled his eyes as he walked beside you, hands clasped behind his back in his usual gentlemanly fashion. “Yes my lady you did work very hard today. I do believe it is time for you to get a good night's rest so we can start again in the morning.” You whined at his words, stopping as you finally reached the door of your bed chambers. Seokjn just let out a small chuckle at your over the top theatrics, “Have a goodnight Y/n.”
You had returned his well wishes, sending him a beaming smile and wave as he walked back down the hallway. Once he was out of sight you turned back towards the door hand reaching out to grasp the knob. But before you got a chance to even touch the brass door handle, the mahogany swung open in front of you, your tall husband's looming figure instantly coming into sight. “Oh hello!” you greeted, surprised by the fact that he seemed to be waiting for your arrival.
Jungkook just stared at you, is he blushing? You asked yourself. The man didn’t say anything, just stepped out of the way and gestured for you to enter. You thought the whole exchange was weird and cautiously stepped around him, not expecting the sight that awaited you.
You let out a gasp, hand flying up to cover your mouth in shock as you surveyed the room. Almost every inch of the place was covered in the most beautiful and fragrant rose petals, the room lit up from the fireplace he had going across the room. Delicious food and desserts covered the tables so much of it that you had no idea how he expected you to finish it all. “Jungkook, what is all this?” you said, whipping around to look at him as he continued to stand by the entrance, stiff as a board.
He ducked his head, hands coming up to fidget as he nervously looked around the room. “Do you like it?” he asked, finally daring to meet your gaze. “I had Yoongi help me. He said you might like all this...or whatever.”
Your irises were practically lit up with admiration, eyes shining with pure undulated joy. You couldn’t believe he had done all of this for you. “Of course I like it! I mean- I love it! But what did I do to deserve this?”
Jungkook just furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, finally crossing the room to cradle your cheek and stare into your eyes affectionately. “What do you mean deserve this? I love you, y/n. I would give you the whole world if I could.”
His words had your eyes tearing up and you brought a hand up to gently hold the one he had placed on your cheek. Your head turned, placing a peck against the calloused skin of his palm as you returned his gaze, letting your eyes show just how thankful you were. “Jungkook...I love you too.” you whispered, watching as his face seemed to light up with your confession.
The rest of the night was spent dining on the luxurious food the kitchen had prepared, mouths full as you whispered sweet nothings to each other and spilled all of your darkest secrets and happiest moments. And despite the fact that the two of you still hadn’t managed to find your way to the bed or explored the rest of each other's bodies that had laid untouched by one another for quite some time, Jungkook couldn’t find himself to care. He was happy enough to be here at this moment, with you.
Blue balls be damned
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australiancarisi · 4 years ago
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12 with olivia benson please!
Words: 2550 Remember when I said these were gonna be drabbles… also Nick, Rafael, Mike & Kat are in this because I love them all thx for coming to my ted talk
‘how is my wife more badass than me?’
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You groaned as you rolled over to Liv’s side of the bed to turn the blaring alarm off. It took a lot of effort and tries but you eventually managed to turn it off with a huff. You wrapped the blanket around you, closed your eyes and snuggled into Liv’s pillow. You peeped an eye open when you heard Liv chuckle.
“What” you mumbled
“You are just adorable” Liv smiled from the doorway to your bathroom
“Why are you out of bed?” you whined rolling onto you back
“Because although it is your day off my love, it is not mine” Liv said and headed back into the bathroom to continue getting ready.
“But the alarm only just went off. If I’m going to be woken up early on my day off a mere five hours after getting home from my shift, I should get cuddles” you demanded. “I’m not joking” you said as Liv laughed at you. You sat up slightly when you noticed your bedroom door slowly open “here’s my cuddles”
“y/n” Noah ran up and jumped onto the bed and got straight into your arms
“Hello sweet boy, how do you have so much energy at 6 in the morning” you grinned smothering his face with kisses. Noah’s laugh had to up there as one of your favourite sounds, so pure, so innocent. Liv leant against the door frame and watched the two of you together. She had been so nervous when the two of you had started dating about how Noah would take to you, but from the moment he met you, he was glued to your side and you were wrapped around his little finger. Even now, two years into your marriage and nothing had changed.
“See this could have been all yours but now Noah gets all the cuddles” you squeezed him a little tighter making him giggle.
“Alright you two” Liv playfully rolled eyes “Come on Noah let’s get you ready for school before Lucy gets here”
“Nooooo”
“Yesssss” Liv teased him
“But I wanna stay with y/n” 
“I can get him ready” you said with a yawn
“The only thing you are going to do is go back to sleep” Liv said
“But-“
“No buts. You didn’t get home until 1am you need to sleep my love” Liv pecked your lips and reached out to Noah, who just snuggled into you “Noah” he whined again. Your schedule had been all over the place lately. You had been doing doubles and night shifts for the last few weeks, you had barely seen Liv let alone Noah, it was no wonder he was clinging to you
“Go on sweet boy, I promise I’ll be there to pick you up after school” you kissed his forehead
“Promise?” He asked holding his pinkie up. You wrapped yours around his.
“Pinkie promise. 3 o’clock. I’ll be there” with the promise of seeing you later agreed on Noah left.
“Get some sleep my love” Liv smiled kissing you again before turning off the lights leaving you to catch up some much-needed rest.
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When you woke up again it was nearly 11am. You jumped up pottered around the house, cleaning up Noah’s toys, putting away any dishes and things that were lying around and doing some laundry. These were your favourite type of days, where you just chilled at home, cleaned and were able to do things at your own pace.
“To what do I owe the pleasure Captain” you grinned, answering your phone
“Do I need a reason to call my wife?” Liv asked. You could basically hear her rolling her eyes.
“No, but it is out of the ordinary”
“What are you doing?” Liv asked, changing the subject
“Just about to leave actually, going to meet Jas for lunch at the café down the street. Even put on jeans for the occasion” You locked the door as you headed out to meet your friend.
“Wow fancy…” she trailed off and you could hear her talking to Sonny and Amanda
“How busy are you today?” you asked when you heard her lift her phone back to her ear
“You don’t even want to know… that’s why I called I doubt I’ll be home for dinner”
“It’s okay- “
“No, it's not” Liv cut you off with a frustrated sigh “I need to be home more, I need to spend more time with you and Noah and- “
“And you need to work. Because it’s what you love, because you are helping the people that need it. You are a good police officer, the best actually. Noah and I can handle a few late nights. Besides Noah needs something to be mad about when he’s a teenager” you joked. You smiled as you heard Liv chuckle a little. You hated how much pressure put on herself to be perfect at everything.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Liv asked
“Once or twice but I’ll never grow tired of hearing it”
“I love you”
“I love you too, I’ll see you when I’m looking at you, be safe”
“Always”
“You know you have a stupid look on your face” your friend and co-worker Jas said as you met out the front of the café while hanging up the phone
“It’s called love, you should try it sometime” you teased
“No thank you” Jas replied with a laugh. The two of you sat in the busy café and caught up on everything outside of work. Jas told you about one of the many guys she had on the go at the moment, you gushed about Liv and Noah.
“I mean seriously if I could I’d shove my foot where the sun doesn’t shine” Jas huffed bitching about one of your co-workers.
“I should probably go, need to run a couple of errands before I pick up Noah” You looked at your phone double-checking the time, an hour before you had to get Noah. You and Jas went to stand up when all hell broke loose. Everything changed in a split second. One moment you were sitting there with your friend having an amazing day and the next you were hiding under a table as a man held the café at gunpoint.
“NOBODY MOVE” he screamed turning in a circle with his gun pointed and ready to shoot. “NO ONE MOVES NO ONE CALLS THE COPS” You slowly and quietly got your phone out.
“What are you doing?” Jas whispered, her voice shaking in fear “did you not just hear him?”
“There’s no way I’m not texting Liv” you huffed
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Liv sighed as she waited for the coffee machine to brew a new jug. Her eyes felt like they were going to fall out after all the paperwork she had been doing all day. All her detectives had been out either talking to victims or following leads so all she had done today was sit at her desk and do paperwork and reply to emails. Picking up her cup, Liv headed back out to the squad room as she heard everyone return. As Amanda was filling everyone in on the lead that she and Sonny had been following when everyone’s phone buzzed, and officers began moving.
“Café being held at gunpoint” Fin frowned
“Unknown gunman, unknown reason” Kat read from her phone
“I wonder which one” Sonny thought aloud
“Café 98” Liv almost threw her coffee on the nearest desk running into her office to grab her gun and badge.
“How do you know?” Fin asked
“Y/n is there”
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Half an hour had passed, you could now hear the sirens of police officers in the distance, Liv responded and told you she was on the way and it was going to be okay. It was only words, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel better. The gunman was shouting at the café workers, blaming them for everyone being taken hostage because they didn’t give him money. You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm. The café phone rang, then again and again.
“Someone shut that fucking phone up!” the man yelled
“It’s going to keep ringing” your mouth said before your mind could stop you
“What was that bitch?” He started moving towards you. You slowly stood up, hands in the air.
“The p-phone. It’s the police. They want to talk, and they are going to keep calling until you answer” you stuttered, your confidence slowly falling.
“How would you know?” He sneered “you a cop?”
“No!” you quickly exclaimed “uh no I’m not but I am married to one. My wife is the captain at the 16th” you pulled your phone out of your pocket to show him your lock screen. It was a picture of you and Liv – her in her uniform - when she promoted to captain.
“You answer it then” he motioned with the gun towards the phone. You slowly walked over to the counter, focused on the man and the gun and picked up the phone.
“Hello” you said
“Hello, this is Captain Mike Dodds who is this?” you breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar voice.
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Olivia jumped out of the car at the scene, almost before Fin had actually stopped the car. It was chaos. Uniforms were holding back the public as well as journalists. There were lights flashing and being screaming. Olivia could hear people asking if it was a terrorist attack but right now, she didn’t care about motive, all she wanted was to get you out of there. Flashing her badge, she and the rest of the squad were let through and they headed towards ground zero.
“Who’s in charge?” Liv asked a nearby uni who pointed her in the direction. She had a small smile when she saw Mike and Nick hunched over a table. “Captain Dodds, Sargant Amaro”
“Liv” the pair frowned “what are you guys doing here? This is major crimes’ not svu”
“y/n is in there” Fin said
“So what do you know?” Liv asked
“Not a lot. No contact has been made yet. We’re about to try again” Nick said as Mike lifted the phone to his ear.
“Hello, this is Captain Mike Dodds who is this?” Mike asked, his eyes met Liv and he quickly put the phone onto speaker. “y/n is anyone hurt?
“No, no one is hurt. There’s probably about 30 of us in here” hearing your voice was music to Liv’s ears. Mike asked you a few more questions, not that you were able to give him much more information.
“Mike, I need you to tell Liv someone has to get Noah, I was supposed to pick him up from school and he’s going to be so upset if I’m not there” Liv turned to her squad, she hadn’t even thought of Noah.
“I’m on it” Sonny nodded pulling his phone out and moving away from everyone.
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The fact that Mike was the person on the other end of the line made you a little less anxious. You tried to give him as much info as possible, but the gunman was not giving you anything, he wouldn’t even tell them what he wanted. 
“Mike, I need you to tell Liv someone has to get Noah, I was supposed to pick him up from school and he’s going to be so upset if I’m not there and-“
“Alright that’s enough” the gunman grabbed the phone out of your hand and hung up. You quickly moved back to your spot under the table. The gunman was growing anxious, pacing around the room, it was clear he didn’t have a plan.
“There’s a back door” Jas whispered “a few of us could get out”
“I’ll distract him”
“I think Liv would kill me if I left you in here” Jas huffed
“If you get out the police can get it, she’ll live with it” you slowly stood back up “you should really stay away from the windows”
“What?” the man spat at you
“The police, they’ll be looking for a spot for a sniper to take you out” you walked towards him, moving around so he kept his eyes on you. Jas and a couple others started to creep towards the door. You were racking your brain trying to remember everything Liv had ever told you about hostage situations.
“Shouldn’t you stay away from the windows to then?”
“My wife’s a cop. You don’t think she’s out there?” you chuckled “And the guy on the phone before? He was her number 2 not too long ago, he got promoted not too long before my wife, he goes to my son’s dance recitals, he’s not gonna let anything happen to me. I doubt there is an officer that doesn’t know what I look like. They aren’t going to shoot me, but they will shoot you” your eyes swept the room quickly, Jas was out.
“Then maybe I should just shoot you” he held the gun to your face. You held your breath and closed your eyes. You thought of Liv and Noah and how much you loved them. Suddenly the back door opened and your eyes shot open.
“NYPD!” the gunman’s attention turned to the police officers, then, without thinking you grabbed the gun and his arm, flipping him to the ground. You quickly ripped the gun from his hand and took it apart.
“Seems you learnt some tricks over the years” Mike grinned coming up to you as one of the other officers handcuffed the man. You wrapped your arms around him and relaxed, you were okay, everyone was okay.
“She’s out there right?” you needed your wife right now
“did you expect her to be anywhere else?” Nick smirked joining you and Mike. He wrapped his arm around you too “took almost everyone to keep her from busting through the door herself” you grinned at that. Classic Liv. Mike and Nick lead you out the front door of the café. The moment you stepped out you found Liv. She was standing with Jas and the rest of the squad. Her eyes locked with yours and you thought you were going to start crying. The two of you ran to each other, throwing your arms around the other.
“Oh my love” Liv squeezed you “are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I’m okay” you whisper into her neck
“She’s more than okay” Mike said, you pulled back from Liv’s arms. The rest of the squad joined you. “not only did she distract him to get those guys out, when we came in she grabbed his gun and disarmed him”
“Nice” Kat grinned, clearly impressed
“How is my wife more badass than me?” Liv grinned and kissed your forehead
“Learnt from the best” you responded “Noah…”
“All covered, Raf’s got him” Sonny said “He’s no y/n but I’m sure Noah was just as excited to see Uncle Rafa”
“Probably more” you laughed, you grabbed Liv’s hand and squeezed “Let’s go see our son”
“Anything you want my love” Liv kissed your lips “I’m so proud of you”
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moved-danganronpamess · 4 years ago
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I saw requests are open, so if it’s not to much to ask could I possibly request a gender neutral reader comforting sad ishimaru, gundham, sonia, and byakuya (dr1) in the game? I wish to cuddle and hug them—(also I LOVE YALLS WRITIN I WENT ON A SPREE READING THROUGH THE MASTERLIST ITS ALL V GOOD::33 ::DDDD)
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Aww man! My first request, heehee!
I'm sure all the other mods appreciate your kudos! I hope it’s alright that I answered your ask despite being new, I just couldn’t resist! I wanna hug and cuddle these cuties too, they deserve it for all they’ve been through. I only wrote Ishimaru and Byakuya for now, I hope that’s alright! I’ll be sure to post Sonia and Gundham another time!  
I hope you enjoy it, my buttercup baby! <3
- 🌺💖Mod Rantaro💖🌺
gn!S/O comforting a sad Ishimaru and Byakuya during the killing game!
Kiyotaka Ishimaru
You and Taka were very close. From the start of this sick, horrible killing game you were forced to play, you two naturally gravitated towards eachother. You formed an extremely tight bond in a very short amount of time.
A bond tight enough to spend almost all of your free time together, sometimes in each other’s dorm rooms or around the school.
Y’all vibed hardcore-
But, with everything going on, Taka started to feel... A bit down.
The school... Wasn’t exactly a school. There were no teachers, no classes no schoolwork or homework. To most students, that would be heaven (if it weren’t for the fact everyone was trapped inside the school for the rest of their time), but for the Ultimate Moral Compass... It was almost torture.
Taka took a lot of pride in his hard work. The countless flawless grades and extra credit (that he didn’t even need, but got anyway), constant praise from his teachers and family for nothing but said work, it warped his sense of self-worth to the point that, if he wasn’t working or being successful, he didn’t matter.
And you took notice of that. You took notice of how he seemed to get more down with each passing day where he couldn’t study or show off his current knowledge.
And Taka started to get self-loathing thoughts about the whole situation. How he was useless, unworthy, or just a bother if he couldn’t work.
He knew this was unhealthy, but he kept it to himself for quite some time, until he couldn’t take having these thoughts anymore. He needed someone to talk to, and he knew you could help.
It was somewhere in the afternoon, around 6-7 PM, you couldn’t bother to look at the exact time. 
You heard a somewhat frantic knock at the door, and went to crack it open. Peeping through the opening, you noticed Taka’s tearful expression. 
You threw open the door, letting your friend inside, “Taka, what’s wrong?! Did something happen?!”, you panicked, closing the door after him.
Taka quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, already feeling bad for making you worry over nothing.
“N-no, no! Nothing happened!”, he reassured you, and you let out a relieved sigh. But... What was wrong, then?
“Are you ok, Ishi?”, you grabbed your friend’s hand, leading him to your bed. You both sat down, as you laced your fingers with his, not planning to let go, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
Taka ignored his quick heartbeat, as he told you about how he felt. His voice shook, and his vision was blurred with tears as he rambled about how useless he felt. If he couldn’t study, take tests or answer teachers’ questions, what was he even good for?
You pulled him into a hug, letting him rest his head on your shoulder. You debunked every bad word he said about himself, telling him how his talent and academic achievements didn’t define him as a person. He was a wonderful, caring friend who you were incredibly lucky to have, not some studying machine you expected to be the best at everything.
You knew how much he valued knowledge, so you suggested starting some new hobbies together like... Art, or chess, or sewing... Anything you could think of at the moment that would get you two to learn and expand your horizons.
Your touch and reassuring words comforted him... You were so considerate with your words and found a way to get him out of that low, low state so easily. You even wanted to try those hobbies with him! He never really felt so cared for. Your hand ran through his hair so delicately, he felt like he could melt. He never wanted to let go...
He was so lucky to have you.
 Byakuya Togami :
Byakuya was in the school library, as per usual. Reading a book about who-knows-what and trying to distract himself from the dark fog slowly forming in his head.
He was thinking about everything that was taken away from him. From his success and wealth, to his family’s Corporation, everything that he fought for and righteously owned... Gone. Probably forever.
It messed with him, it really did. He felt like all he went through to get to the top was worthless. That his years of fighting were wasted on nothing.
He tried to push these feelings away. Wallowing over the fact that he was trapped in Hope’s Peak until his damnation wouldn’t help his situation. He even tried to deny his sadness, and practically ran from his emotions, opting to distract himself instead. 
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you call out his name. He loudly slammed his book shut, not even bothering to mark where he stopped at, then turned to your direction, coldly asking: “What do you want?”
Now, your relationship with Togami was strange. At least, from your perspective. He was self-centered, cold and difficult to talk to, but that’s part of the reason why he was so intriguing to you. You always tried to talk to him, even if he responded rudely to you every time. You noticed his very slight shift in nature when he interacted with you. He was still cold, yes, but it was almost toned down.
There was something about you that he found intriguing too. You always  had something to say to him, something to add, a comeback to an insult he may’ve thrown at you once or twice. He found you amusing, and certainly didn’t want to push you away.
You walked into the library, closing the door behind you, “I’m just here to check on you. You don’t have to be so sour about it.”
“I’m fine. Now leave, you’re distracting me.”, Byakuya tried to go back to his reading, planning to ignore you, but you proved that to be difficult by coming up to the desk, and sitting down on it.
Before Togami could tell you to move, you asked: “You doin’ ok? You seem sad.”
That... Took him aback. It was clear he didn’t expect your question.
He didn’t even know how to reply. Part of him wanted to talk to you, and the other just wanted to get you away from him. 
You hummed at his silence, then said, leaning over to rest your elbows on you knees, chin propped in your hands, “I can tell you how I’m feeling, if that would make you wanna talk about it.”
Byakuya sighed, “Fine, because I know you’ll keep bothering me about it if I don’t listen to you.”
You made him promise to talk about his own feelings btw it was an incredibly long, annoying and difficult process and he actually tried to leave the room several times but yOU CONVINCED HIM AND YOU DID IT GOOD JOB
Byakuya's superiority complex really said "no❤️"
And so, you rambled for a while. About how you felt, what you missed, what you wanted to do, and he listened. He may've looked somewhat disinterested, but it was far from that. He wanted to hear you, he was just too proud to fully admit it.
But when it was his turn to talk, he hesitated. He hesitated a lot, actually, and you had to convince him to speak all over again.
And he did! Of course, adding a lot of "I suppose"s and "maybe"s/"possibly"s to his sentences to distance himself from his emotions. He didn't tell you everything, but he did say a majority of his feelings. And... He really felt better.
Subconsciously, you went to pat the top of his head, telling him you're proud that he opened up to you.
Then you realized what you did.
"Oh, sorry! I probably shouldn't-"
As you went to pull your hand away, Togami quickly snatched your wrist, and put your hand back on his head, saying: "This- stays between us, understand?"
You smiled, seeing his rose-tinted cheeks, as your ran your hand through his hair absentmindedly.
As he went back to his reading, you two sat together in a comfortable silence, and a ghost of a grin appeared on his face.
... He could get used to this.
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Make sure to drink some water, take any meds you may need to, and maybe eat some fruit or candy! Lotsa love from me, my buttercup baby! <3
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toriwakes · 4 years ago
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Choosing You [George Weasley x Reader]
summary: you and fred were always an unlikely pair. it was too good to be true.
content warnings: cheating, suggestive activities, angsty fluff, some swearing. fem!reader (pronouns she/her)
a/n: hello! i thought of this concept in the shower. i’m actually super proud of it. it was kinda inspired by the people saying that when they shift, fred cheats on them if they don’t script otherwise but...yeah. hope u like it and as always, let me know if you have any requests!
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they were so different. too different, some said. she was dedicated, intelligent, reserved. he was loud, always moving, outgoing. no one expected the two to be a match. some accused her of putting him under a love potion, but he assured her that he didn’t need a love potion; he was devoted to her. at first she couldn’t believe it when the weasley boy asked her out- how could she? they were friends, sure. but just like everyone else, she found it mind-boggling that he took interest in her. she accepted though, jaws dropping when they made their relationship public. they went to quidditch practice together, went to the kitchens late at night and even used her prefect powers to get him out of trouble.
so you can imagine the utter shock, anger and confusion when she caught him in bed with another girl.
after what felt like decades, quidditch practice finally ended. she was eager to check up on fred; he must be in so much pain since he was sick. she frowned at the thought. she picked up some of fred’s favorite snacks hoping they would make him feel better. (y/n) did small things like that for him. that’s the type of good girlfriend she is. why wasn’t she good enough for him?
she entered the common room quietly, not wanting to startle her sick boy. when she finally reached the steps to the boys dormitory, she heard faint pants. this actually made her reach the door faster. she believed that fred was having some sort of reaction to the medicine and wanted to help. her hand was on the knob now, but she realized something. the pants turned into moans- she recognized it right away. who wouldn’t recognize gryffindor’s head girl’s voice? before she could stop herself she opened the door and saw exactly what she was expecting to see. fred’s frame covering most of angelina’s. he was still in her. when they finally noticed the girl they panicked. fred’s eyes went wide and he threw the covers over the figure under him, left to cover his manhood with his hands. (y/n)’s head was mad. ‘curse them out! embarrass them!’ it screamed. but her heart was kicking, screaming and sobbing so loud that all that came out of her mouth was a quiet, “how could you do this to me?”
fred was red in the face and angelina had the same look of shock on her face. “(y/n)? is that you?” hermione’s sweet voice spoke. (y/n) ignored her. fred leaped forward to shut the door but (y/n) stopped him. she forcefully shoved him back; now her head was talking. “did you enjoy yourself then?” she shouted. “did you? are you content?!” fred was stumbling back- he could see hermiones flabbergasted face over (y/n)’s shoulder. “answer me! how dare you! you’re up here fucking her while i’m down there worried sick about you, you bastard!” they stayed quiet. “should i be seeing this?” hermione peeped. (y/n) never removed her eyes as she spoke, “hermione you stay right there. i want you to hear and see everything so you can tell everyone how pathetic fred weasley is!” he flinched at your shouting. she didn’t even hear the rest of the team walk into the common room. “i don’t think i need to tell anyone.” hermione scoffed. she waved everyone up, and next thing you know, the entirety of gryffindor house witnessed the scene. (y/n) turned around. absolutely out of her mind, she opened her moth. “welcome to the show! if you look closely you’ll see fred weasley, a poor excuse of a man.-“ she moved so she could shift the attention to angelina. “-and angelina johnson.” she dropped her arms to her side and kissed her teeth in disgust. “a disgrace to gryffindor house.” she spat. now completely turning around so her back was to the pair, she spoke to the small crowd that formed. “take a picture, i hope you all remember this moment. i know i will.” with that, everyone made a space so she could leave, kicking the sweets she brought in that had fallen on the way out. “freddie...” george sighed.
george was mentally cursing out his idiot of a brother. did he forget the bet? the promise they made? about 3 months ago fred noticed (y/n) for the first time. with a cocky tone he whispered to his twin, “i want her.” george felt like punching his brother. he wanted (y/n). and he let it be known. “dude, i want her.” fred shrugged and proposed a bet; whoever swept her off her feet first would get the girl first. fred ultimately won, but george warned him. “you treat her right, okay?” fred promised george that he would. he broke that promise. the twins never break each other’s promises.
no one knows where she went that night. some say she went to hagrid’s hut and she cried like a baby into his bushy beard. others say she went to mcgonagall and the professor gave her outstanding advice. they were good guesses, but wrong. only george weasley knew where she went. he followed her with caution- he was sure the last thing he wanted to see was a replica of what once was her boyfriend. she went to the greenhouses, which made sense. she loved herbology. he only revealed himself when she started to cry. “(y/n).” her eyes were shut from blinking away the tears but she managed to draw her wand and point it at him. “what do you want, fred?” when she opened her eyes, she. realized that wasn’t fred. she was one of the few people who could tell them apart, and she didn’t see fred. she saw george. tucking away her wand, she sighed. “oh. hello george.” she slumped against a nearby column. “hey.” she was gazing into the sky. “you’re not mad i’m here?” he finally asked. “no. why would i be?” she knew exactly why. she just wanted to hear him say it. “well, you know..fred.” she only laughed. “about that..” he trailed. “you know what i realized about him? he’s not a real boyfriend. he only gets girlfriends so he can cheat on them, can you believe that? he grabs girls hearts, and then he just breaks them. and for what, the thrill of it? it’s sad.” she hissed. george shut his mouth. he decided to not defend fred this time. it was his battle and his only. “if it’s makes you feel better, i didn’t know.” “i know you didn’t. you would’ve told me. wouldn’t you, george?” she looked at him now. “of course.” the gingers head was full. he contemplated telling her about the bet. “she deserves to know.” “yeah, i did.” she scoffed. george only just realizing he said the sentence out loud, cleared his throat. “i doubt it’s worth anything, but fred and i had a bet.” she whipped her head to look at him. “a bet?” he slowly nodded. “we both had a crush on you. we said whoever won your heart first, had you.” “you idiots had a bet on my feelings?!” she said, rightfully angry. george looked down shamefully. “i know, it was stupid. look, i know your heart is broken right now but i have to ask...when it’s healed, so you think we could..” (y/n) chuckled. her eyes fixated on the moon, she spoke, “my heart isn’t broken.” “it’s not?” george now spoke with a smirk. “nope.” she popped the ‘p’ with a smile. “does that mean i’ll have a chance to sweep you off your feet?” she shook her head. “yeah.” “cool.” they stood around in silence for a moment. then, (y/n) got an idea. “do you want to go to the lake?” george scrunched his eyebrows. “it’s past hours.” (y/n) looked at him curiously. “since when do you care if it’s past hours?” “touché.”
two weeks was all it took. she was as good as new. she owed george some credit for her quick recovery. they spent endless amounts of time together. “do you wanna do this?” george inquired. he meant go public- show off in front of the entire great hall that you were in fact his now. “you don’t think they’ll think poorly of us?” (y/n) picked up george’s hand and put it in hers. “anyone who thinks poorly of us is supporting angelina and fred’s choices. do you need that type of person in your life?” she asked. george simply smiled and pecked her on the lips. “keep away from her!” they were torn apart by hermione, a look of pure disturbance on her face. “oh! goodness, forgive me. i thought you were fred.” “hermione?” (y/n) said. hermione cocked her head as if to say ‘yes?’ “what would you say if george and i were dating?” hermione’s breath hitched, sounding like a gasp. in a low whisper, she asked, “are you?” (y/n) looked at george. george was already looking at her with a grin. “yeah.” hermione was already smiling, but she smiled brighter and gave the couple a slow clap. “brilliant!”
all eyes were on them. everyone in the great hall had their jaws on the floor as george walked in with (y/n) on his arm, a cocky smirk on his face. they even got looks of respects from slytherins. angelina reacted first, fred right after her. “you’re a slut.” angelia spat. ‘that’s funny’ (y/n) thought. ‘i don’t remember transfiguring myself into a mirror’. gasps erupted from the hall. george lunged forward but she held him back. “you...want to talk about being a slut?” (y/n)’s cold voice was unsettling. without reason angelina flicked her wand, basically punching the girl in the face with a jinx. (y/n) touched her nostril- blood. “george, honey, do me a favor. have a seat.” george sat down at her words. blood on her robes now, (y/n) faced angelina. the girl raised her wand but toria was quicker, muttering a “flipendo!” and knocking angelina back several feet.
of course that was when snape walked in.
he crossed his arms and sucked his teeth. it reminded her of when she caught fred. “i’d love to hear your explanation for this one, (y/l/n).” he had a shit-eating smirk on his face. “and i’d love to give you one, professor. as incriminating as this scene looks- none of it was my fault. angelina verbally attacked me first, calling me rude words that i shouldn’t repeat. then physically, giving me-“ she wiped her bloody nose with her thumb. “-this gem.” snape’s black eyes switched between the two girls. “and everyone here can confirm that.” (y/n) added. several ‘yeah, she’s right’s came from the students. “alright then. 20 points from gryffindor. ms johnson, come with me. (y/l/n), get yourself to the infirmary and stop bleeding everywhere.” snape left with angelina who seemed to have a bruise on her arm. “so that’s it then?” fred spoke now, george putting himself in front of you. “i guess it is.” her boyfriend said. “you know what you’re doing is wrong, right? you can’t date my exes-“ she was going to let george handle it, but now she had to but in. “you don’t have any say in what he can and can’t do! not after what you did. he’s lost his respect for you.” george grabbed his girlfriends hand in attempt to calm her down. “you’ve love your respect for me?” fred sounded sad. george didn’t care. “earn it back once you’ve decided to stop being an ass.”
george was walking her to the hospital wing now. “this won’t get in the way in your relationship with him, will it?” george sighed. “you’re so good, you know that? my brother cheated on you and you’re worried about if him and i will be okay.” you smiled. “i should’ve chose you.” she whispered. “what was that?” george hummed. she spun in her feet and cupped his face, pulling him down so their lips could meet. “im choosing you.”
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guqin-and-flute · 4 years ago
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Holding Me Holding You [Ch. 2]
[Beep beep, are you ready for some 3zun Raise Jingyi AU angst? So. This will be at least a few chapters more, going up through Xichen deciding to keep A-Fu, writing to the rest of 3zun, probably even them meeting A-Fu so...no idea how long that will take. This is significantly more angsty than And A-Fu Makes 4, so just be ~*aware*~]
[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Ao3]
Sleep proves to be nothing more than wishful thinking.
He’s startled from a doze by the unknown child coughing, then Lan Fu squirming under his chin, groggily beginning to rouse at the disturbance. Lan Xichen simply takes to walking a slow circuit in the early morning chill of the room, feeling half sunken behind his own eyes as he strokes their backs, letting the rhythm of his own steps suffice as a focus for an imperfect meditation. 
His core feels like a bowl scraped empty. His body is stiff, his head dull and full as an old silver teapot covered in patina. Every place his skin had torn or split or blistered in the Battle is pulsing with aching tendrils of pain in time with his heart, healed or not. 
It’s alright. There is a space to be made between his mind and his body’s pain--there always has been. The children are quiet and Wangji is breathing. That is all that is necessary in this moment. 
The doctor finds him still circling slowly sometime past 5 am, when everyone else is beginning to wake again. The haggard bruising of his eyes tells Xichen that he has also not found sleep for the past 2 nights either--not since the bodies and the wounded had begun to pour into the Cloud Recesses. His quiet examination of Wangji is long and troubling and Lan Xichen must tuck his terrified heart back from his face at the news that he is healing slowly. Very slowly. Xichen leaves him and Wangji’s mystery child in the doctor’s care with the instruction that they are to be kept together.
He doesn’t know exactly who this boy is or what his brother had been thinking--
No. No, that’s not entirely true. He knows what--(who)--Wangji had been thinking about. The only thing. And so he can guess who this boy is. Or at least what he is to Wangji. Xichen will not take anything more from him than he can help. He can give him this. He can do this much for him, pitiably small as it is. 
(He had done this. He had let this happen. He had done this to his brother.)
(And Wangji had fought against them.)
The hurt between Xichen and Wangji, what they had done to each other, all those choices they had each made in these past few frantic, blood soaked days is as messy and tangled as anything. But through those knots shines a certainty of what he knows will come--what has always come. What will always come. He loves Wangji and he will do what he must in order to to keep him safe. 
Xichen does not know if he himself is a strong enough tether for his brother to want to stay alive, right now. 
That’s alright. It can’t be helped. 
He takes Lan Fu to the Hanshi to nestle on his unused bed as he changes his own rumpled clothes and performs his daily ablutions mechanically. Then steps out into this new day, misty and cold, inextricably woven into the last by dismally weighty tendrils of dread and lack of sleep. As he does, he is aware, distantly, that it is odd to carry around a child that is not his own while he attends his duties. However, nothing about today is anchored in the same reality that existed before Wei Wuxian’s rampage. The Cloud Recesses smells of blood and death, and every once in a while, low, muted wails break the compulsory quiet that usually reigns. He is sending groups to attempt a cleansing of the Nightless City--to lay to rest any Clan members lingering beyond death and bring them home; writing orders for more medical supplies; compiling lists of the dead. There are even more than last night. 
Besides the unreality of it all and the fact that no one even bothers to look askance at the strange sight of the childless young Clan Leader toting a sleeping child, Lan Fu is quiet when he wakes. He blinks around in a daze, absorbing his surroundings with a dull sort of disbelief, but he maintains his silence. Even when a passing outer disciple, a mother with her own toddler helps Xichen to fashion a sort of sling around his back that allows the boy to peep up over his shoulder, he simply stares with glassy eyes, fists like little burrs in Xichen’s hair. 
The only noise he had made was when the mother had offered to take him with her, so Xichen wouldn’t have to bother. Xichen hadn’t even moved to take her suggestion and Lan Fu had hidden, burying his face in his shoulder, making distressing whimper-moaning sounds, voice still hoarse. It had made Xichen’s stomach lurch sickeningly--the wounded noises, the knowledge that the boy understood, to a point, what was going on, but not enough to know what was going on. Xichen had smiled and politely thanked her, but declined. The company of his solid warmth on his back was soothing, anyway. If Xichen was wanted, why add another suffering voice to the despair that lay so palpably over everything? If he could be a comfort to at least one person, why would he not give them this? It was alright.
He makes sure to give him little snacks over his shoulder from time to time between meals, little biscuits and carrots, heedless of the crumbs that sneak their way down his collar and into his hair. It even reminds him to eat. Eventually. For efficacies sake if nothing else. 
The day remains grey. Wangji and the child remain unconscious. Lan Fu remains silent; through meals, through fumbled changing of underclothes, through meetings and letters and endless walking. Xichen’s head and neck slowly suffuses with a deeper, persistent ache, like slowly rotting wood. Like the dull crush of being far below the surface of the ocean. 
He does his best to attend to the wounding he has somehow allowed to befall his already weakened Clan. He knows it’s not enough. 
When darkness comes some hours or eternity later, he finds that Lan Fu has fallen asleep in the sling already, little head lolling around over the lip of it, mouth open. It seems needlessly cruel to subject him to waking up with a stranger in a strange place and so he takes him back to the Hanshi. You, too, are a stranger, he reminds himself as he carefully unties the bundle from his shoulders, rolling them to assuage the ache carrying it without rest has settled into the already abused muscles. 
A stranger stranger, then. He brushes a little flyaway wisp back from where it sticks to the child’s eyelashes and stares at his sleep-slack face. Alone in this world and he doesn’t even know. Of course, he would be taken care of, he would not be abandoned by his Clan. But it isn’t quite the same. Xichen knows this. Knows the hole parents leave in one’s life, like an organ cut out, a tooth improperly removed. Aching, always. “I’m sorry, little one,” he whispers, thumb stroking over his soft cheek. 
Lan Fu sucks in a deep breath, but doesn’t wake.
Xichen slides his bed so it is tucked into the corner of his room, one side flush with the wall and settles the boy in a little well of wadded up blankets nearest to it before wearily sinking in on his other side as a buffer to the edge. Sleep pulls him under with insistent little hands at the edges of his consciousness, but the hyperawareness of the small presence next to him keeps him from completely submerging. Every toss and turn has him surfacing groggily to re-remember. Thin, fractured visions have him surfacing in a muzzy panic--awful things where he loses the child in the folds of the blankets. Or out the window. Or finds him crushed into some sort of horrible jam across the wall. Or--
A quickly cresting wail shatters the night, wordless and lost and immediate, right in his ear. Xichen’s head is pounding like someone is hammering nails into a coffin, and he sways upright in the blackness, gathers Lan Fu up, mumbles tumbling from him blearily. “Shh, shh. ‘S wrong? Lan Fu, shh, shhh….”
“Niaaang!” 
Xichen’s stomach drops abruptly at this shattered sob, sick ice creeping through his blood. The room’s darkness is slowly eaten away by the light of the moon through the window screens and Lan Fu’s tears shine silver as he wrenches himself away from Xichen’s chest, face contorted. “Niang? Wanna niang!” Insistent. Pleading. Desperate.
“Listen--” he whispers, voice cracked, dragged deep by exhaustion, the lingering burn of resentful energy and smoke in his lungs, but this seems to panic the child further and he lets out a scream.
Swiftly, Xichen spells the talisman for silence, sends it to the corners of the room, encapsulating this grief as the boy squirms and rolls and flails, kicking his feet as he tries to worm his way off the bed. Xichen catches the back of his shirt and lowers him down to the floor so that he doesn’t hit his head, but this assistance is met with even louder shrieking and furious jackknifing of his whole body. 
“Niang!! Niang!!! Niaaang!!”
Is it rage or fear? Sorrow? They nest so closely together, it’s almost impossible to tell. 
“I’m sorry--”
Every time he speaks, Lan Fu gets louder.
Every time he tries to lay a hand on him, the edge of his wailing becomes more hysterical and ragged and so Xichen must sit, letting him writhe on the floor in grief and helpless pleading. Wanting his mother. Begging.
I cannot be the one that you want. I cannot be the person who can help you.
He swears he can smell blood, but there is nothing on his face, nothing on the child, he checked, despite his ferocious fighting. The tension in Xichen’s jaw is strung up through his temples and down his neck like some sort of awful instrument, ready for his misery to be plucked like a guqin string. 
In the end, he lights a lantern far from dangerously swiping limbs and sits on the edge of the bed next to him, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, simply whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” low enough that it doesn’t drive his wailing higher.
There is no sense of time when the world is just cascading screams. Xichen knows this, has learned it again and again in the War and this last Battle and now in the room with this child that he cannot help even a little bit. It could have been half an hour, it could have been the entire night. All he knows is that, eventually, Lan Fu’s throat becomes unable to sustain his screams and he lays panting and whimpering, shaking all over as he stares up at him with huge wet eyes. “Niang,” he croaks. “P’ease.”
At this tired, despairing plea, as though he is somehow willfully keeping her from him, Xichen’s eyes and face grow hot, his nose prickling dangerously and he kneels down beside the child. Your mother died fighting. She died in pain. She was so brave. She can’t come back. He can’t say any of these things. Carefully, he puts a hand out and rests it on Lan Fu’s stomach, heaving with shuddering breaths. “Little love,” he whispers. “I would bring her if I could.”
“Wanna.”
“I know.”
“Wanna,” he insists, face crumpling anew, but only with exhausted tears. No more fight left.
“I’m sorry. I’m here.” Xichen holds out his hands; an offering, a question, and Lan Fu rolls over onto his face, away, and sobs quietly into his rug.
You are not the one they want.
All at once, a winter morning invades his memory. The first snow, fluffy and white and charming. It coated the world like frosting, dotted against the dark trees like little floating stars. Bundling winter cloaks on the bench next to him, gathering of stories and scrolls--carefully hand lettered calligraphy, the painting of a waterbird in the cold pond, a memory he wanted to share. Little sweets he had saved. Waiting by the window, fresh air stinging his nostrils and nibbling his fingertips, watching for A-Zhan’s telltale form trotting back from his class so they could leave together. A-Zhan never ran, but he always hurried on visiting days. Xichen had grinned to himself--had been A-Huan at the time, had helped brush the snow from his shoulders and hair, warming his chilly pink cheeks with his palms.
There had come a heavy hand on his shoulder. The grim line of his Uncle’s mouth. His smile falling away. The excitement and wonder with it. The warmth of being held and known. Words could make holes in you, he found. Could make the snow just snow and the cold just cold.
A-Zhan had been confused but kept silent and nodded at the explanation, because that’s what he did. That’s how he was good.  
A-Huan hadn’t been confused. Had been the one to put the cloaks away. Had been the one to lead A-Zhan to his room with numb hands and sit on the bed and woodenly try to explain words like ‘never’ to someone who had only been alive for a few years.
A-Zhan had wanted to go, was frustrated at the time wasting. He never liked change. Liked his schedule, liked the rhythm. He wanted to go see their mother already. A-Huan didn’t know how to make him understand that they were never going to be able to again.
He still doesn’t.
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Adult Swim, Part 2 of 3 {Charlie Barber x virgin!Reader}
author’s notes: hello, hello! happy fourth of july to everyone celebrating. here’s part two of “adult swim” :) things are heating up, y’all!
warnings: smut. some fluff. making out. nose kink oops. over-the-clothes touching & oral (f receiving). handjob. some grinding. thigh-fucking.
(possible) tw’s: age difference. infidelity/extramarital affair. semi-public smut.
table of contents pt. one pt. two * pt. three
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July.
You’ve come to dread Fourth of July weekend ever since you became a lifeguard. Although it’s a fun celebration, the pool stayed open much later than normal for the whole weekend, which meant that you had to work longer hours.
Sure, you liked cashing the overtime paycheck, and you always managed to get a few free meals out of the deal thanks to community members, but it was hard work. 
Luckily, this year, you had Charlie to help you through the long days. You couldn’t actually see him, not properly anyway, but he did come over and chat with you a few times for a bit while Nicole watched with a suspicious glare. 
Rain clouds have shrouded the sun’s warm glow and a bolt of lightening streaks across the gray sky, followed by a clap of thunder that rumbles the Earth. Everyone is forced to get out of the pool and sit under the covered patios until the rain and storm have passed over. 
You’re making your way towards the lifeguard’s lounge when a large hand holds your shoulder, effectively stopping you in your tracks. When you turn to look at who the hand is connected to, you smile.
“Mr. Barber.” You say, politely.
He nods. “Coach. Do you need to, uh...check on anything in the storage area?”
The breath catches in your throat as he looks into your eyes, sending a chill down your spine. You know what that look means...
“Now that you mention it, the manager asked me to check on the cleaning supply stock...” You say, a lopsided smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “You’re more than welcome to join me, if you’d like.”
He looks over his shoulder, happy to see that Nicole is deep in conversation with a group of other moms. 
“You had me at ‘now that you mention it’, coach.”
The two of you scurry off to the back storage area, which is basically just a cage with a roof, and Charlie immediately pins you against the wall. He kisses your neck while he grinds his pelvis against your lower stomach.
You move to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, but he stops you. You look up at him with a furrowed brow.
“Wanna fuck your thighs today, coach.” He breathes against your neck. “Turn around and keep your legs together for me, alright?”
Nodding, you flip yourself around so that your front is now pressed up against the cage, making sure to keep your thighs together. You look over your shoulder as he begins untying his swim trunks.
“No peeking, Y/N. You know the rules: you’re not allowed to see me until I spread your legs and take your virginity.”
Your head turns back to its normal position and you hear him stroking himself behind you. You want nothing more than to see his cock, touch it, appreciate it; but alas, he won’t allow it.
His small grunts and groans are more erotic than they ought to be and you can feel the slick beginning to dampen your folds. He's standing at full attention, now, and he takes a step forward to press himself up against you. 
Your breath hitches as his thick length slides between your thighs, earning a small breathy grunt from the large man behind you. He lets out a shaky sigh before drawing back, then snapping his hips forward again.
“O-Oh, coach.” He breathes into your ear, hands planting next to the top of your head on either side. “Thaaaaaat’s good, so good.”
His little grunts and groans are music to your ears and, mixed with the smack-smack-smack of his skin colliding with yours, it’s an erotic symphony.
“We’ve gotta h-hurry. Storm’s gonna pass over s-soon.” You whisper.
Charlie nods, increasing his thrusting rhythm two-fold. He pants into your ear, one hand sliding down from the wall to wrap around your throat. 
“I’m gonna fuck your little virgin cunt so hard.” He growls, reaching down to grab your hip. “Gonna f-fuck you just like this, coach. Right after your pussy stretches out around my cock, I’m gonna fuck you nice and h-hard, make you cum.” 
You moan, biting your lip. “C-Charlie...fuck.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh, Y/N, I’m c-close. Gonna cum--” His hips come to an abrupt halt and he buries his face in the crook of your neck as he cums, a low groan muffled against your skin.
Your head tilts down just in time to see the liquid ropes erupt from between your legs and you can feel the way his length pulses before each rope shoots out.
He’s panting against your neck, planting the occasional open-mouthed kisses on your skin as he catches his breath. Once he regains control of his breathing, he tucks himself back into his swim trunks and turns you around, holding your hips.
“Sorry I didn’t have time to make you cum, coach. I’ll make it up to you next time, I promise.”
You shake your head, smiling up at him. “No apology necessary, Charlie. I still had a good time, regardless. You know I like helping you get off.”
Charlie bends down and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose, laughing softly when your face crinkles up. “You’re the best. Now, you should probably get back out there before anyone gets suspicious. I’ll hang back for a bit, have a cigarette or something.”
“See you soon, C.” You say before heading towards the door.
“You’ve never used that one before, coach.” He says, causing you to turn around.
“Oh, uh, yeah. It just sorta slipped out. Sorry.”
“No need.” His lips tug up into a smile. “I kinda like it.”
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The union between Charlie and Nicole has been noticeably shaken and strained as of late, you’ve noticed. You wonder if she somehow found out about you and Charlie.
Ever since the first private swim lesson, you and Charlie have been rendezvousing under the starlight on a weekly basis. Sure, there’s been some swimming involved, but it usually doesn’t last very long. He can’t keep his hands off you for more than about fifteen minutes at a time when you’re together.
It’s not just the physical connection; you and Charlie have incredibly compatible personalities, too. You get along really well and there’s a lot of natural chemistry between the two of you. You find yourself counting the minutes until the pool closes on lesson days, count the seconds until Charlie walks through the gate.
Tonight, you’re already in the pool when Charlie arrives, practicing your own technique. He sets his bag down on one of the loungers and watches as you make your way back down the lane in backstroke. He can’t help but look at your breasts, he’s got the perfect angle to look down your suit...
You flip back over and pull the goggles up over your head, smiling as you swim up and pull yourself onto the side of the pool.
“Hey, C.”
He smirks, walking over and jumping into the pool, swimming up to you with just his eyes above the surface. You giggle as he grabs hold of your ankles and lifts them up, forcing your upper body to fall back against the pool deck.
“Good evening, coach.”
His lips kiss and nibble at your ankle bones before trailing up your leg. Your skin erupts in goosebumps as his kisses draw closer and closer to your clothed center, which has already begun to heat up from his actions.
Your eyes never break away from his as he sucks at the tender flesh of your inner thighs, just at the hem of your bathing suit bottoms. You suck in a sharp breath when his nose lightly drags across your crotch, and his eyebrows raise.
“What was that, coach?” He asks, grinning to himself. “Did you...like something that I did, in particular?”
You’ve always sort of had a thing for Charlie’s nose, you have no idea why you found something so not traditionally sexy attractive, but now all you’re thinking about is how lovely it’d feel to have his nose bumping against your clit as he eats you out.
“Um, w-well, I--”
His nose swipes back over your crotch, cutting you off and replacing the rest of your response with a gasp. He grins wickedly.
“Oh, so that’s what you like.” A low chuckle escapes his lips.
He does it again, and again, nose dragging against your damp crotch. You’re practically dripping by now, the feeling and sight of him rubbing against you is simultaneously too much and not enough.
“Charlie...” You breathe, chewing your lip.
His finger comes up and teases your entrance over your suit, pushing some of the fabric in before letting it snap back into place. Your legs instinctively fall open further at his movements, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth hovers over your clothed crotch. 
He looks up at you, then. “You’re gonna cum just like this, coach, or you’re not gonna cum at all. Understood?”
You nod. “Y-Yes, Mr. Barber.”
The formality, the seeming innocence of that name always seems to drive him crazy and he grunts, quickly diving in. The tip of his aquiline nose swipes all around your covered folds while his lips and hot breath teases your center.
You’re embarrassingly close already, both the sights and sensations being created between your legs impossible to resist. You simply can’t bring yourself to peel your eyes away as he continues to bring you closer and closer to a soft release.
“Are you close already?” He asks with a smirk, eyes meeting yours.
Before you can respond, his finger presses up against your entrance, pushing in just a little bit and swirling around. You gasp at the feeling, hips naturally pushing down against him in an attempt to encourage him deeper inside.
“Mmm, look at that. You want to be filled so badly, don’t you, coach?” Charlie says, voice low. “You’re so fucking desperate, trying to impale your little virgin cunt further on my finger. You want someone else’s fingers shoved up your pussy, want to cum on fingers other than your own, isn’t that right?”
You nod, chewing your lip while your hips gyrate against his touch. “Y-Yeah, I want i-it.”
His finger pushes up just a little bit more, bathing suit fabric stretching as it’s shoved up inside your quivering arousal. Your back arches and your breath catches in your throat at his movement, suddenly thrust to the edge of climax.
“Charlie...” You breathe. “Please.”
He grins cockily, circling his fingertip inside you while he mouths at your clit and scrapes his teeth across the clothed bud. You cum only a few moments later, groaning shakily as your hips jerk erratically.
Once you’ve ridden it out completely, Charlie pulls away and covers your inner thighs in kisses. You sit up and run your hands through his hair, smiling down at him. 
“You’re incredible.”
Charlie smiles, tugging your legs, encouraging you into the shallow water. “C’mere, let me kiss you.”
You allow yourself to slide down into the water, reaching up to wrap your arms around the back of his neck as his lips crash down onto yours. His hands grab your ass and pull you against him, a small growl rumbling through his chest when his erection rubs against your lower stomach.
“Let me touch you, C-Charlie.”
His eyebrows raise and he pulls away, looking into your eyes. “You know the rules, kid...”
“I don’t have to see you to make you feel good. I promise I won’t look, I just...I want to t-touch you. I want to make you cum.”
He inhales sharply, biting his lip as he thinks it over. He can’t pretend that he hasn’t wanted this since he first met you, but the thought of not allowing you to see or touch him until he’s ready to take your virginity is incredibly arousing...
“Alright, but you can’t pull me out of my shorts. Got it?”
You nod eagerly, pressing your lips onto his once again. He scoops you up and walks you over to the underwater bench, setting you down gently. His hand cradles the back of your head, cushioning it from the harsh pool ledge as you pull at the tie of his swim trunks.
His jaw clenches tightly and his eyebrows knit when your hand wraps around the base, a shaky breath leaving his flared nostrils. He keeps his forehead pressed against yours as you begin to stroke him slowly, breath hot on your lips.
“I-Is this okay?” You ask quietly.
He simply nods, back hunching and buttocks clenching as his hips begin to thrust forward in time with your pumps. His eyes squeeze shut, growling and mewling softly with each flick of your wrist.
“Ohhhhh god, Y/N, I...it’s b-been a while since someone’s tttttouched me like this. Your little h-hand ffffeels so nice.”
Your lips pull up into a small smile, flattered that he likes your touch so much. You reach up with your spare hand, spreading it out across the back of his head, pulling him down for another kiss.
Charlie fulfills your silent wish, moving his lips against yours. He disconnects a minute later, a line of sweat gathering at his hairline as his thrusts become more and more desperate and full of need.
“J-Jesus, I’m gonna cum s-soon, can’t last a-any longer.” He groans shakily, reaching down to grab your wrist, halting your touches. “Quick, l-lay back on the d-deck.”
You nod, hopping up out of the water and laying back, allowing enough room for him to get on top of you. His hand moves quickly on his cock as he climbs up and positions himself on top of you.
His hand grips your jaw, tilting your head up while he tugs his shorts down enough to expose his pulsing length. He begins grinding his bare cock against the fabric covering your stomach.
“Look at me, Y/N. I’m gonna--fuuuck--gonna c-cover your belly in m-my hot cum, s-stain your fuuucking b-bathing ssssuit. Are y-you ready?”
Right after you nod, his hips suddenly rut roughly against your stomach and he groans loudly, spurts of warm milky seed spreading across your torso. He snarls, grip tightening around your jaw as he cums all over you. His eyes never close or break your gaze, pupils blown wide with lust and arousal.
Seeing Charlie coming undone above you is a sight you make sure to commit to memory, not wanting to forget the way his face contorted in pleasure, the way his hips bucked against you, the sounds that fell from his pillowy lips. 
You’re convinced that there are little other sights more beautiful and erotic than the one you’ve just witnessed.
He lets go of your jaw and tucks himself back into his trunks while his lips leave open-mouthed kisses all over your face and throat. You sigh softly when he pulls away and stands up, already missing his presence on top of you.
“Sorry about the stain.” His eyes dart down to the dark red stain on your suit.
You shake your head, sitting up. “No worries. The chlorine will help.”
Charlie’s eyebrows furrow and you chuckle, standing up in front of him.
“You heard me right, Mr. Barber. I’m swimming along with you tonight. We’ll see how you hold up against a competitor.”
He smirks, reaching around to land a playful swat on your ass. “Try to catch me, coach.”
You gasp as he quickly turns around and leaps into the water, beginning to swim towards the lanes. You laugh, following behind.
“Oh, it is so on!”
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lovespelt · 4 years ago
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Ok, I think it's time to finish the Among Us TDBKDK Au ask bcz I'm sleep deprived once again. (idek WHY I get creative whenever I'm sleep deprived, must be a talent)
Ok so anyways where was I— The White got ejected thing lmao ok.
Ahem.
So now. After she was out of the ship, everyone exited cafeteria and went on to do their respective tasks to help THE SKELD land on MIRA HQ.
Except the—now, 3 Impostors.
Izuku and todoroki stared at the orange suited male. Both shoulders tense, neither of them spoke, they were waiting for a few seconds more. Until The quiet atmosphere was broken with Izuku's question.
"Why?"
Silence.
"Why did you lie?"
More Silence.
Izuku slammed his hands on the the table, making Todoroki flinch. The orange bastard is still sitting there, relaxed and smug even after the meeting. Izuku eyed them both with narrowed eyes.
"Why did you do it? You know I could eat you both right now even after you defended me. I wouldn't cared if one of you got ejected, or both of you for that matter. I literally ate a person in half in front of both of you. I eat humans. So why would you defend a something like me?"
Izuku looked at both of them with a deadly glare.
More Silence.
Until Orange opened his mouth. Once again surprising Izuku of the words that came out.
"....Because you're fucking hot that's what."
"....I hate to agree with him but yeah, I think you're hot too."
Izuku blinked in surprise. His face was feeling hot, was this an allergic reaction for eating brown? Maybe, he'll look into that later.
But right now, he should probably say something.
"....What."
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Lmao well it was something. After that they asked what Orange's name is bcz they keep calling each other by color and it's starting to get weird.
Bakugou pointed that at the top of each helmet there was a personal carved name on top so they'll know who is who.
Izuku's helmet is a bit broken. so the top only shows "De" with a smudgy "Ku" at the end. Pretty sure that was blood.
But Bakugou keeps calling him Deku anyway because he had killed 3 people and he got caught on both times. Even when Izuku told them his name lololol
So Izuku playfully called Bakugou "Kacchan" to mock him but he just... Blushed..
Izuku, thinking: (what is up with humans turning their face to look like a Solanum lycopersicum?)
And todoroki would be all jealous and call Izuku, "Izu-chan" and Izuku being the oblivious Alien that he is. Calls Todoroki "Shouchan" as well lmao.
And of course he turns red as well lmao.
And Izuku is like: ???????????
Still 😂
Anyway, Bakugou taught them how to sabotage and shit coz he's a smartass like that.
And he has a gun with him.
In space.
For some reason....
......Hush it's for the plot.
Ok CONTINUING THIS,
Izuku gets hungry again but he kinda,,, doesn't wanna move now coz he's scared to be caught. And Bakugou is like I'll kill for you and todoroki is like me too and Izuku's tummy just flutters (what the fuck? Why is Brown's skull moving so much?? Isn't he supposed to be dead???)
Anyway both of them killed Lime and fed Izuku. All the while his face feels weird and his his stomach feels like millions of asteroids colliding. Did they put something on Lime's arm or something?, Bcz it tasted extra nice.
(awe poor baby Izuku, he doesn't know what love and kindness areeeee)
Anyway there are 2 crewmates left, but Izuku can see that they are nearing the atmosphere of his planet. And there he saw a ship above the sky, MIRA HQ.
The Spaceship connected with each other and the door opens. Revealing 5 crewmate members who are already there.
"oh! New crewmates!! New faces!! Hello!!!" The pink one waved enthusiastically.
The 5 of them got out of THE SKELD and into MIRA HQ.
Izuku was amazed and kind of annoyed, how did he and his fellow kind did not notice the human's spaceship above their home planet. Like seriously, it must be an invisibility scan But he was amazed by how everything was in bright colors! It looked so pretty!! He was in awe. Humans are definitely much more pretty colorful than his own kind.
(That's why he stole collected all kinds of human clothes, he didn't get why Kacchan called his 'fashion sense' , 'atrocious' and 'hideous' when he worn his favorite human shoes. THEY WERE BRIGHT RED AND PRETTY FUCK YOU KACCHAN, Katsuki: plz do w/ your tongue, what, nothing)
The purple one looked at them confused "why is there only 5 of you guys? Didn't the boss man said there would be 10 peeps joining our ship??" Purple asked.
"Don't get paid enough for this shit." Black muttered in the back. (They looked so obnoxious and snarky and arrogant Izuku couldn't wait for himself to sink his teeth into them)
Yellow and red, the only true crewmate members left in their group, were looking grim and too uneasy to explain.
"Oh. Haven't you heard?" Todoroki asked them instead.
"Or did you fucking extras forgot to check your fucking communication for news?" Bakugou snarked at them.
Izuku looked at his new food crewmates. He smiled.
"There was an Impostor among us."
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WHOOOOO FINALLY FINISHED ISJENFJDJJE HELL YEAH. (They thought the Impostor was White so they think they're safe lmao) I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AU MY GOOD FELLOW ASSOCIATE LMAO, JUST PULLED THIS SHIT RIGHT UP MY ASS SORRY IF IT'S NOT CREATIVE ENOUGH.
(Maybe make a part 3 in POLUS 👀👀 lmao Jk Jk)
Unless...? 👀👀👀
ooh a part II to the among us au! i am loving these todobakudeku antics hehe
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taetaesbaebaepsae · 6 years ago
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BTS after a breakup
Part 2 of 3
Hyung Line
Part 2 of 3, titled This is Still So Angsty I'm Sorry
Alternate Title: Salty Bois in Their Feelings
Alternate Title 2: The Mystery of Why Any Bitch Would Break Up With J-Hope Continues
Warnings: alcohol, angst
Word Count: 3,160
Namjoon (RM)
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After a month, Namjoon felt a little better
He missed you like crazy and continued to send you texts every week, but the subject matter brightened a little
He limits himself to only looking at your social media once a day, but other than a couple selfies, you have never posted much so it's a moot point except he gets to see your pretty face
He will be completely silent about the situation won't say shit about you and the boys will avoid saying your name because of the look on your face when he hears it
He drinks too much wine at dinner but he's still on top of everything
Won't ever text you unless it's that one day a week, and he spills out everything
He thinks he's doing better he's proud about his progress
Until he is cleaning the bedroom and he finds a book you were reading under the bed
It's dog-eared in the place where you'll never finish it
Bc you left it here just like you left him
He has a mini breakdown over it but manages to try and get some work done
As soon as he opens his internet browser, he knows it's just gonna be a shit day
He sees his name in the headlines
"Rap Monster Kim Namjoon's Ex and Her New Man?"
He doesn't wanna know, but he can't stop himself from clicking on it
He knows the blurry picture is you because he'd know you anywhere
It isn't as if you're all over the guy or anything, but there's a close up of you holding hands and Namjoon feels like he's been punched in the throat
The thing that really gets him though
Is that he's an idol, too
A leader, even, and Namjoon can't help feeling replaced
The reason you left, the whole issue was because he didn't have time for you but you're moving on with another idol?
It made him think it was him, not the time, that you just didn't want him
Jin calls right away to check on him
"You know how the media is, Joon. It doesn't mean anything."
He's right, of course, but when Namjoon lies down to try and sleep, the image of your hand clasped with that guy's haunts him
He texts you just one sentence that week
"I hope he makes you happy."
You call him and Namjoon is so shook he almost drops his phone
"Y/n?"
"I just want you to know that it isn't what you think."
"I guess it isn't my business anymore." He says, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice
"I don't want you thinking..."
"What? That it wasn't the lifestyle you couldn't handle? That you just didn't want me?" He can't help the angry tears that spring to his eyes
"I never wanted anything as much as I wanted you, Joonie."
He doesn't miss that you're using the past tense.
"I mean it, you know. I hope he makes you happy." He does mean it. He always wants you to be happy
"He's just my friend, Joonie. I would never-"
He closes his eyes against the tears burning behind his lids. He doesn't want to hear you lie to him to protect his feelings
"Yeah, ok. He's a big guy, he can protect you from the paparazzi at least."
There was plenty of photos of that, too, of Hyunwoo with one big arm around you, shielding you from the cameras
"Joon, don't-"
"I miss you," he cuts you off
"I miss you, too."
Neither of you hang up for a long time, just longing for everything to go back to the way it was
Jin
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Jin is absolutely not handling this well
He talks about you constantly, asking everyone for advice and boys get so tired of hearing your name jfc
Skips dance practice every other time to move around the house
Flips through your social media pics together several times a day and gets real emo
He's got a new phone and he makes your picture his lockscreen
Cannot stop drinking wine and reading articles with theories about you and your new boo
Gets tipsy and talks shit about Changkyun in troll accounts on YouTube he's that petty
Reads too many articles about Changkyun being a huge flirt and fuckboi and gets way too drunk because it makes him imagine how he is seducing you
Always on your social media acting like he doesn't give a fuck (he gives many fucks)
Likes your pictures of yourself out with Changkyun, comments 👍
Slides in your dms when he sees you're active even though he knows you'll ignore him
Won't say boo to the media just shrugs them off
Jin knows you're staying at your sister's
Everyday he tells himself not to go over there
Not to embarrass himself
But since he's gotten a new phone he can tell himself that's why you're not calling
He sits at the coffee shop by her house every morning, hoping to get a glimpse of you
When he does, of course you're with that idiot
Jin wants the ground to open up and swallow him
Luckily he's wearing a ball cap and face mask
He can hear your voice
"Thank you for being here for me through all this."
Jin watches Changkyun take your hand and he has a fantasy of breaking his fingers one by one
"Jin is an idiot for letting someone like you go, y/n."
Oh boy
So much for not embarrassing himself
Jin rips off his face mask and stalks over to the two of you
"I never let her go. You took her!" He growled, and you stand up and push him out the door to talk
Changkyun peeps his head out to ask if you're ok and it takes every bit of Jin's will not to lunge at him
"Oh will you fuck off?"
He does, and you're looking at him with your chin jutted out and he knows you're mad but he wants to kiss you so badly
"Jin, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Having coffee. Alone. Since my girlfriend left me for some kid. How about you?"
He can't help the bitterness of his words
"Well, I'm having coffee with a friend because my boyfriend fucked someone else on tour."
"Y/n, I did NOT fuck her, or anyone else for that matter."
You scoffed. "Save it, Jin. You all but told me when you were drunk dialing me last week."
"I was shitfaced! Hello! What about that picture you sent me that made me destroy my new phone?"
You shrug. "Maybe I was trying to have some fun."
Jin tugged at his hair as if he wanted to pull it out. "Fun. Fun, you say. I'm going crazy here and you're out having fun."
"Whatever. You're single now, do what you want. I am." You know you're being petty but you don't believe him, after all the pictures, all the articles, the way he had almost apologized for it
You turn to go and he grabs your wrist, pulling you to him, looking fiercely down into your eyes
"This is just a fight we're having, Jagi, yeah? It's just a fight just like the time you went to lunch with your high school boyfriend and i was an idiot and you spent a week with your parents?"
He sounds so uncertain, voice shaky, and you just want to stop this and let him hold you
"You're not really fucking him, are you?"
You pull out of his arms, annoyed
It's not like he actually cares
His pride is hurt, fragile male ego, while you're heartbroken
"It's not cheating. I'm single now, I can do what I want."
"Don't play with me, sweetheart," he warns, eyes flashing
"Or what, Mr. Worldwide Handsome? You'll fuck some idiot girl? Too late. I'm not worried about it. I'm not even thinking about it."
"Of course you aren't, you don't think of me at all, do you?"
He's angry again and you know you're being cruel but you're hurt and angry and you can't help it
"You're right. You think I imagine it's your hands on me instead of his? I don't. He's so good I never think of you." You spit out the words like venom and Jin reacts as if it were, flinching, hurt evident on his handsome face
You leave him there, standing shellshocked on the sidewalk
Yoongi (Suga)
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Yoongi feels better after a good night's rest that he finally gets the next night after Hobi makes him take an Ambien
Hobi is legitimately the only human on Earth that knows, Yoongi is confident you'll be back so he swears him to secrecy
Absolutely nothing changes on his social media just work stuff as usual you've changed your relationship status to single and that stings but he won't change his
Over the two years you'd been together of course you'd had spats
You had a flair for the dramatic, it was one of the things he loved you for
He was the quiet one and you were the social butterfly, outgoing and sweet, making up for what he lacked
You were right, after all, he had been distant, with the comeback album coming out in a month
He'd been neglecting you and you just needed some attention and for him to spoil you a bit
He sent two dozen pink roses to your best friend's house with a note reading "You know I love you, brat, so come back home, yeah?"
When you don't call him in 24 hours though, he gets worried
To get his mind off things he goes out for a few beers with Namjoon and Hobi
Afterward he finds himself walking to your best friend's house
He's surprised when you are the one answering the door
You're in a bathrobe with your hair in a messy bun like you do when you're applying makeup to go out
"I'm not ready yet, Chanyeol-" you say without looking and when you see Yoongi your breath catches in your throat
His eyes are puffy as if he's been crying or not sleeping, bleached hair messy
You look so beautiful that Yoongi wants to grab you and kiss you but your words are making doubt claw in his stomach
"Expecting someone else?"
He pushes past you before you can think and when he sees the bouquet of roses on the counter he thumbs one of the petals
You eye him warily
"Yoongi, are you drunk?"
"A little," he admits easily, looking you up and down. "I've been feeling pretty shitty since my girl walked out on me."
"Maybe you should've treated her better, then." You snap back
The corner of his mouth twitches. He loves it when you're sassy, but he feels uncertainty and jealousy rising in his chest
"Did you find someone to treat you better already, princess?" His voice is low, eyes flashing almost dangerously
It's kind of hot, really
But you're in shock at his accusation
"Wh.. what?"
"Chanyeol, was it? You must've met him while I was on tour. That's why you walked out over something so stupid, huh? Just an excuse." He reaches out to pluck another petal from the rose, and although his voice sounds eerily calm you can see his hand shaking
All of a sudden you're livid. After ignoring you for two weeks and calling you a brat via roses, he's really calling your concerns stupid and accusing you of cheating
"Get out." You say, voice shaking
He smirks at you bitterly. "Time for loverboy to show up? Aw, I wanted to stick around to see what the guy who's fucking my girl looks like."
His crude words pierce through you but before you can respond Chanyeol walks through the door unannounced.
"Hey, y/n, you ready?" He looks from you to Yoongi, bewildered
He takes a few steps toward you and then stops
Yoongi looks him over and then sets his jaw as if thinking for a moment
Then he lunges at the taller man, punching him square in the nose
You scream and try and yank Yoongi off of your best friend's live in boyfriend
He's already stopped, breathing hard
You go to Chanyeol who is gasping on the floor, blood all over the shirt he was wearing to take you and your bestie out since you were feeling sad
Yoongi looks down at you, looking miserable instead of angry
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Get out!" You scream, angry tears streaking down your face
Yoongi nods, and he goes, but not before he grabs the vase of roses with one hand and hurls it against the wall, glass shattering everywhere, making you scream out in surprise
He stomps out the door, stepping over Chanyeol as if he weren't there at all
Hoseok (J-Hope)
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Deals with it in the healthiest manner of all the boys even though he legit has no idea why you left
Lets himself be sad, doesn't drink too much, just maybe overworks himself a little
Social media isn't an issue since you've never posted anything but memes and an occasional silly selfie
He goes through all the pictures in his phone though and gets emo
Gives you space
Hobi gives you a few days before he tries to reach you again
He could sense that you needed some time
He was hoping that was all you needed and then you would come home and explain things
You'd always been wary of expressing your negative feelings, knowing that Hoseok was such a positive person
You always said you didn't want to bring him down or stress him out
He wishes you had talked to him more
Wishes you had known that whatever was happening, he'd be by your side to work things out
When he calls, some guy answers, and it's not your brother's voice so he's shocked for a moment
The guy says hello a couple of times before he responds
"Um, is this y/n's phone?"
That was a stupid question since he was the one who paid your phone bill, but he was shook
"Yes. She's lying down because she isn't feeling so well. Can I take a message?"
Hobi doesn't miss that you must have deleted his contact name and that stings
"Just tell her Hoseok called?"
"Sure, man."
He hangs up and drums his hands on his knees, full of anxious energy
He's trying real hard not to jump to any conclusions
He's trying to be grateful that you have someone looking out for you, but he's internally screaming
Thankfully you call him back within the hour, before he can lose his mind completely
Tears spring to his eyes the second he hears your voice saying his name
"Sunshine!" He exclaims.
You can't help but smile at his nickname for you, even though you felt a lot darker than sunshine lately
"Hey, Hobi."
"Sunshine, what's going on? Where are you?" His voice sounds thick like he's about to cry and you hate it
"Don't worry about me. I'm just fine. I'm being well taken care of."
He's very quiet, and that's so unusual for him that you feel like you need to explain
"Jackson answered the phone for me. You know, my buddy from college?"
"Buddy" was an interesting term for an old college boyfriend, but Hobi was so grateful to talk to you he didn't complain
He'd met him, anyway, several times, and you were sure it would be awkward since you and Jackson had broken up a literal week before you met Hoseok
But Hobi was so sweet and not even remotely the jealous type and they'd actually gone out for beer and chicken a few times without you before BTS started the world tour
They were both rappers of course so you were sure they'd have plenty to talk about (they talked about you, mostly)
You knew hearing that it was Jackson would put his mind at ease
It did not
As much as Hobi did like Jackson he could see the way he looked at you with longing in his eyes
But it didn't matter because you were finally talking to him
"Sunshine, why did you leave me?"
"Oh, it's a long story. I just needed to get away for a while."
"I could've gone with you. It looks like you've moved out though, babe, I just wish you'd talk to me. When are you coming home?"
The silence on the line makes him feel a thousand miles away from you
"I...I don't know if I am."
His voice was choked with tears when he spoke again
"But...but why not? What did I do?"
"Nothing! Nothing, baby, you're perfect. It's me. It's all me. I can't...I can't be what you want anymore."
"You're everything I want. You're my sunshine, you know that."
You sigh
"That's just it. I can't be your sunshine anymore. I just have to be me for a while."
"Do you think I've been putting too much pressure on you? I know I talked about flying you out on tour but I just missed you so much-"
"I think I just need to move on, Hoseok."
You using his first name, not baby, not Hobi, was a bit shocking
"Move on? What does that mean?"
He hears a racket in the background
"I gotta go, babe. I'll call you next week, okay?"
"Next week? Sunshine, wait-"
You had already hung up
Hobi burst into Jin's apartment without announcing himself, knowing he left the door unlocked when he was home
Jin stopped mid bite of ramen
"Hyung, I need to talk to you."
Jin sat down his chopsticks carefully. "You hungry?"
After he all but forced Hobi to eat a little ramen, Jin asked, "Is it about y/n?
"Yes," Hobi said, squirming in his chair
"She won't me what's wrong, only that she needs time and needs to move on."
Jin, bad at hiding his facial expressions, winced
Hobi's heart sank
"What is it?"
"I don't know, bubs, but the only times I've ever heard that from a girl it's been bad news."
"How bad?"
Jin winced again. "Look, Hobi, I really don't know. Y/n has been going through some stuff lately..."
"She has? You've talked to her?"
"She called me a couple of times crying while we were on tour."
"What?! Crying? You didn't tell me?" He's all but yelling
"She begged me not to! She didn't tell me much, just that she had been in a bad place and she didn't want to worry you. I thought I talked her down, but maybe something is going on we don't know about."
Hobi started to cry and Jin hugged his friend
"I just don't know why she felt like she couldn't tell me, hyung."
Jin didn't have any answers for him, could only rub his back and hope you came clean soon
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tellywoodtrash · 5 years ago
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sanjivani 14.10.19 lb
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pft. false alarm.
also ishani ran up there and sid didn't? unrealistic. blocked.
ALSO, ouff ishani, you're a doctor; stop getting into a panic and yelling OMG GET UPPPPPP like the rest of us plebs.
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juhiiiiiiiiiii i love you, you are bestttttt.
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oh boy, what news? aaj kal "news" word se darr lagta hai, coz there's literally nothing good on the fucking news.
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AWWWWWWWWWW YISSSSSSSSSSSSSS JESSI GOT INTO THE CLINICAL TRIAL IN HOUSTON!
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jess ne toh 7 janmon ki bucket list bana di, and wants to fulfill it all now now now.
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of course. financial issues.
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sid is like “paiso ka jugaad kar lenge....”, and instantly vardhan is like biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch; coz he knows sid's about to start frauding some rich peeps around here, lol.
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juhi seems to have a pretty hard to believe solution but ok. i don't wanna dwell on this reality waala problem in my fantasy feel-good show.
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where dr. shashank and his tumour headache disappear off to btw? anjali, maybe you should check on him.
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vardhan is such a grinch, lord. man, can you just die?
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and rishabh's nice mood was too good to last as well. he's back to hatin' on sid. (for what reason????? he didn’t even do anything to you today!!!?!!?)
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stop bitching about my boy like this, fuckers. keedein padein tumhare mooh mein.
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NO. STOP OGLING ANJALI LIKE THIS. I HATE YOU.
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ohhhhhhhhh no. ohhhhhhhh sid.
BTW WHO IS THIS GIRL WHO'S GETTING TO DANCE WITH ALL THE HOTTIES, HEIN????? FIRST RAHIL AND NOW THIS ONE ALSO???? TELL US YOUR SECRETS, SIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
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fucking dumbass. wipe that grin off your face before i get into the screen and do it for ya.
lol what even is going on, literally no one else is dancing, is this whole event just an excuse for sid to get all up on all the girls around here??
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rishabh is about to do mauke pe chauka, and y'know what, i'm not so mad, lol. in your face, sid.
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oh ho, compliment AND apology for posters. fake as fuck, but appreciated for the moment.
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lmao the fuck is this idiot even doing???? i can't watch!!!!!!
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oh damn, rishabh got moves.
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ghungroo nahi, tera mooh todna hai, sid. idiot fellow.
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OH. DON'T LIKE A TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE HUH??? FUCKING DUMBASS. PLAY STUPID GAMES, WIN STUPID PRIZES.
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LMAO I LOVE HOW BOTH ISHANI AND RISHABH ARE JUST FOCUSED ON MAKING SID AS UNCOMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU INVOLVED IN THIS SITUATION IS SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT, I CAN’T WITH Y’ALL.
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oh ho. OHHHHHHHHHHHH HO.
also aye chal na, take this neanderthal act somewhere else.
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tere mooh pe na maar de yeh taali, sid?
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OH HO ISHANI YOU'RE SO EASILY PLACATED. EITHER HAVE THIS AIR OF NONCHALANCE AT ALL TIMES, OR HOLD ON TO THAT ANGER.
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"mera naam bade bade akshar mein likhna, sabko pata chalna chahiye ki jessi sirf jignesh ki hai!"
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"tum kaho toh main tumhara naam apne maathe pe likhwaaloon?"
LOL MAN, I LOVE JESSI THE MOST.
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oh boy why he sending everyone away?
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ohhhhhhhhh jessi, false alarm nahi thaaaaaa. also ouff, this siddhu is worming his way back into my heart.
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"jab kissi se itna pyaar ho jaaye na, toh unki koi bhi baat, chaahe woh kitni bhi badi ho, chupaani padd jaaye toh chupa lenge. unki khushi ke liye, khud taqleef seh lenge."
HEY SIDDHANT, WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK KINDA BITCHASS SACRIFICIAL BULLSHIT ARE YOU IMPLYING YOU'RE GONNA PULL?????????
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fuckkkkkkkkkk, stupid boy is back in my heart even though i don't want him there, coz i know he’s about to do some real dumb shit.
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"yeh kaisa function hai, itna rukha sukha, kuch karo, naach gaana vaghera..."
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"vardhan sir mera mood nahi hai." lol understandable; sid ne patta jo kaat diya tera.
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"tumhara mood nahi hai? tumhe anarkali banke logon ka mann behlaane ke liye nahi keh raha hoon!" ok i legit lold.
oh boy is he implying what i thought he was implying??? aur rishabh ghadde ko samajh aayi bhi ki nahi?????
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SO SUBTLE. FUCKING N0OBS.
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"chhe baje."
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"kya?"
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"jisse tu dhoond rahi hai, woh chhe baje khada hai." [ecstatic tone] "CHHE BAJE!"
lmaoooooooooooooo asha the real G. (but her accent is gone???? they should just have had chandni play a new character instead of asha. coz i like chandni, she just doesn’t fit asha’s character.)
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aklsjflskjflkslkj rahil.
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ohhhhhhhhhhh boy. asha wrote sid's name in her mehendi, didn't she??
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mamu's here with...... mehendi for sid?
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lol ofc rahil has to pour not only ghee, but also petrol, kerosene, and all other available flammable substances on this fire and uksaaofy mamu.
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hein yeh kaunsa katti hai? humaare yahaan toh katti pinky finger dikha ke hota hai????
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pls to leave your local katti conventions in the comments, for anthropological research purposes.
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they have successfully hounded himmmmmmmm into it. sakjfkjfsljflk this ought to be goooooood.
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asha toh up to bhaaaaaari kaand.
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what nonsense, who gets something written on them and doesn't look???
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"yeh bataa tere dil mein poori ki poori kaun hai?"
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"maamu uska naam I se... I.... I... I.... I don't know maamu... kaun hai?????" pfffffffffffffft this shadyass fuck i love him more than anyone else in this showwwwwwww
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lol rishabh finally figured out which salim-anarkali vardhan was talking about.
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waah rishabh quite good at the emotional blackmail. yaar iss bande ko negative kyun banaya, itna masoom sa face hai iska, dil maanta nahi isko hate karne ko!
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anjali rushing here and forbidding out of what looks to be genuine worry for dad's health.
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MAN SHASHANK ALWAYS HAS THE CUTEST LITTLE IN-JOKES WITH ANJALI; HOW CAN SHE THINK SHE'S SECOND TO ANYONE WITH HIM??????
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wow anjali is getting really hyper.
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shashank, honestly, is this a good idea? you were clutching at your head/neck like..... minutes ago.
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shady fucks, shady fucks, shaaaaaaaaaady fucks.
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oh anjali.
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"aap toh jaanti hai humein nachna nahi aata. humaari izzat aapke hawaale."
oh ho you didn't have to make it all sultry like that. Y'ALL NEED TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT BETWEEN YOURSELVES AND SOON.
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does aman levy a high 5 tax as dj? har koi usko dance karne se pehle high 5 diye jaa hai.
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me at all social events, wishing i was back home chilling with my cat, blissfully braless.
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eventually working up to being this mad when the people i’m with just don’t take the hint that i was ready to leave 2 hours ago.
fwding the naach gaana.
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but lord, juhi is so damn beautiful. if this was a different show in a different land, i'd be shipping juhi/anjali coz honestly........... fuck, the hotness.
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tell me this doesn’t exactly mirror sid/ishani watching the other dance with someone else.
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vardhan, burn in hell, fucker. honestly.
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yup, asha wrote sid's name in ishani's mehendi.
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wooooooooooooooop.
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oh boy, guddu mama. THAT'S NOT THE COUPLE YOU SHOULD BE MAKING AWKWARDDDDDDDDD. FOCUS ON SIDDHU!
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goood lordddddddddddd juhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. ek conversation, ek din mein kitniiiiiiiiiii baaaaaaaar dohraogi????? matbal..... upar tak lift jaa nahi raha kya????? problem kya hai? nahi batao mujhe. does he have to draw it out for you, pictionary style??? mime it charades style??? what????????
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also, appropriate placement of the song's "ae le!" lmaooooooo
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oh shit. grabbing.
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well. guess we got a definitive answer to that one. 
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welp. it's been a good 3, 4-ish weeks knowing you as a good, sorted dude with minimal mental complexes, siddhant. bade hi dukh ke saath, we'll be reverting to our regularly scheduled programming of thinking men are fucking dipshits even if (probably???) well-intentioned. 🙄🙄🙄
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champagnesugamama · 6 years ago
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All That Glitters Ch.1: The Proposition
All That Glitters Ch.1: The Proposition
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Moving Day 
Viktor Drago x Ofc(Athena Creed)
Author: Champagnesugamama
Summary:  Athena Creed, twin sister to the legendary boxer Adonis Creed, has been expanding her business of natural hair and skin care products, when another unexpected business venture lands in her path, but will it cause more harm than good?.....
You guys it literally took me so long just to start this first chapter! I rewrote the first paragraph like 50x! I hope you guys enjoy my little series. 
     “What the fuck do you mean you have to move to to the Ukraine?” Fuck, Adonis is already giving me a headache. I rubbed my eyes and answered him for the fifth time.
    “Adonis I already told yo ass why five times! I have to oversee the building and manufacturing of my two factories! You know the taxes over in the Ukraine are significantly lower than in the United States. I have to base my factories over there if I want that 50 million dollar tax break.” He acts like I haven’t explored all options before deciding this. I don’t want to move to a foreign country where I will be ostracized from my loved ones, but this money doesn’t make itself.  He ain’t the only one in this family who got bread. Matter of fact I’m richer than his ass. I worked my ass off in Harvard to get to where I am today, and I will be damned if my irritating ass little brother stops my bag.  
5 YEARS AGO HARVARD UNIVERSITY
      “So, you got the stuff?” A masculine voice said through my dormitory door.
      “Yea you got the money?” I replied with a straight up attitude. Shit you would be mad too if this high ass senior was knocking at yo door at 12 am.
   “Yea, open the door Ma, I just wanna see what you got.” I know this nigga don’t think I’m about to let him in my dorm at no 12 o’clock at night.
    “No Sir, yo girl already sent in her order and you are just supposed to pick it up, ain’t nobody say you could browse the merchandise after hours. Now slide the envelope under the door and wait for your product.” He sucked his teeth and slide the envelope under the door. I counted out the necessary $150, and unlocked my door, but still keeping the chain on, I handed the man his shit.
    “Yo tell Keisha she ain’t special, if her ass can’t come between business hours she is just gonna have to get it shipped to her dorm.” I said rolling my eyes. I know that girl ain’t got shit to do, but lay up with her nigga.
    “Aight, I got you Ma. You know this shit is like crack to the females out here.You even got my momma and homeboys pullin’ up on me for this shit. What you really be puttin in this shit?” Now why he ask me that like I’m gonna tell him?
     “None of your business sir. Now go give my home girl her hair and skin shit, she been looking a little ashy lately.” He laughed, but I was straight up serious, bitch been lookin’ a lil flaky lately.
     “Oh shit, Imma tell her you said that shit too, night little mama.” I rolled my eyes and shut my door. I fed my money in the safe’s automatic counter and saw my day’s earnings were reaching up to 10,000 dollars. I’m gonna have to start looking into a bigger manufacturing place cause this ain’t cuttin it. I still have 25 back orders for just this campus alone. The secret is that I have two different pricing menus. One is for the stuck up rich kids at the school, and the other is for the chill homies, and scholarship babies. I gotta make my money somehow.
1 YEAR AGO SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
    “Hello, This is the office of Athena Creed. How may I help you?” My assistant Keisha answered the phone.” Now y’all must be wondering, “This bitch got a whole ass secretary? Since when?”, since I expanded my business and went national with a few small factories. I graduated top 5% of my class in Harvard, and expanded my business before I graduated. I am now the youngest self made Billionaire in the United States.
     “Ms. Creed, P. Diddy is on line one and your finance manager is on line 2. You also have to get back to the Supply manager about the shortages on the shipments to Ulta and Sephora. The online orders are also being backlogged for some reason, and there is a protest at one of your factories about the “supposedly anonymous” tip about animal testing and what not. Should I put them on hold or patch them through?” See this is why need a second assistant.  
     “Patch through P. Diddy, tell my finance manager I’ll call her at 3 o’clock, tell the supply manager to email me the problem, hire a online order manager, and call the cops on the protesters outside of the factory. The whole 15 acres around the factory is private property and they are in violation of the privacy laws. Call Oprah to do a walk through interview with me and my factory manager to silence the protesters. They are only protesting because this is a black made business with black investors, and they want to burn it to the ground like black wall street, but I rebuke that Caucasian devil.”
     “Ms. Creed you so crazy, but I’ll get right on that.” I waited 20 seconds after I saw the red light turn on to answer. I can’t let these niggas think I’m too excited to be in their presence.
     “Hello, this is Athena Creed.” I said in my professional black voice. Y’all know the one you use for corporate niggas.
     “Hey baby girl, you got time for lunch today?” Sean has been a friend of my family since the early ‘80s, since before my dad passed. My parents met Sean at one of my dad’s fights at the MGM casino. We’ve been close ever since.
     “Yea Unc, What’s up?” I asked concerned, because my uncle has had it pretty hard recently, with the passing of the love of his life Kim Porter.
     “Nothing, I just have a business proposition for you to expand your reach in the business world. Ya know it’s always good to have different eggs in your basket. I know hair and skin is your passion, but I hope you’ll have an open mind with your uncle today.” Alright now what does he want.
     “Alright Unc. I’ll meet you at Urasawa on rodeo drive in about an hour. Make sure you come dress like we’re having lunch and not going to the met gala.” I laughed. He has a tendency to go overboard with his day to day outfits. We hung up and I made my way to my house to change out of my office clothes and to take a shower, I smell like the office.
     “Hey Keisha, you can go home after you post the job to the job sites, and organize the food for the next staff meeting on Monday. Have a good weekend, oh and redirect my calls to my business phone while you’re at it. Thanks sweetheart.” I said from the elevator.
     “Sure no problem Ms. Creed. Have a nice weekend.” She said with a smile and a wave as the elevator closed. 
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     I got out of the bath, and I put some of my super growth oil, curling cream, and rice water aloe Vera gel in my hair to make my curls pop. I did my edges, and put on my chill day makeup. You know I had to support my girl Rihanna and buy her body lava. I mix one drop in with my moisturizer and rub that on my face and neck. It gives me a natural glow without makeup, cause I’m lazy.
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Okay, so I know I said I was gonna chill, but I’m going on Rodeo Drive today, Imma stunt on them bitches. And since I’m stunting on some stuck up bitches we might as well go all out and bring out my new baby that I treated myself to as a present for making the Forbes list. 
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     I stepped out of the car and threw my keys to the valet and gave him a band to not scratch it. My bodyguard met me at the sidewalk and escorted me to the door through the paparazzi and fans. I don’t know how they keep getting my location, but Imma need them to chill. The waitress automatically escorted me to my Uncle’s table. You can tell we come here way too often, but my uncle knows I’ll blow a check on some sushi. The waitress lead me to the back and up a set of stairs behind the grand piano, behind a draped, white, sheer chiffon  curtain to the only table in the back V.I.P. area of the restaurant.        “Hey Uncle Sean. How are you?” I asked him as he got up to hug me and pull  out my chair.      “Hey, Athena. I’m hanging in there. What about you, sweetheart?” He said as he sat back down in his chair.      “I’m good Uncle Sean, but I’m hungry as hell. We need to order before I waste away.” I laughed as I signaled the waiter over to us.      “Hello, welcome to Urasawa. What can I start you guys off with?” The waiter asked. I squinted hard as hell to read his name tag. Okay Kenji I see you. He’s cute or whatever.      “Hey Kenji, did I pronounce that right?” I waited for him to reply, while giving him the bedroom eyes. I looked him up and down, making sure he knew I was interested. I peeped Uncle Sean rolling his eyes at me, but I don’t know why he’s complainin’, I learned it from him.      “Yea, you’re the first person to pronounce it right on the first time. What can I get for you beautiful.” Kenji the waiter asked me, as he eyed my body, and proceeded to commence with the fuck boy tendencies, and bite his lip and “seduce” me with his eyes. Okay he’s canceled. I can’t take the fake ass california valley “swag”. Shit disgusts me.
     “Um. I’ll take the Ama Ebi, Ikura Gunkan Sushi, and the Toro with a sprite. Thank you.” I handed the menu back, and turned to uncle Sean. 
     “Well shit I’ll just take what she’s having.” He said handing his menu back. Alright now it’s down to business. I put on my Big Boss Bitch face and folded my hands on the very neat and crisp tablecloth, and turned my gaze to my uncle.
     “So, this ‘business’ proposition….What is it?” I asked impatient as hell. He just leans back in his seat and folds his hands in his lap.
     “Can’t we just eat first before you upset your stomach with all them nerves. You’ve always been impatient as hell, even as a baby. Cryin’ n’ shit. Being spoilt by everyone who looked at you. Man I couldn’t walk in yo parents place without a Cinnabon for your greedy ass.” He laughed, and I looked at him out the side of my eye. So that’s why I was a 90lb kindergartner. This nigga been trying to give me type 2 diabetes since I was two.      “Uncle Sean you ain’t right for that! You were over the house almost everyday! You was trying to kill a nigga!” I said rolling my eyes at him. He laughed at me, but I was dead ass serious! I had breathing problems in pre-k all because this nigga couldn’t say no to a toddler. 
     “Alright, I’ll spare a nigga. The proposition is for you to open up your own alcohol brewery.” 
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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years ago
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My Sober Girl
Fandom: Marvel (Biker AU)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: After the failed meeting with you and Bucky's friends, you decide to have a do-over. You invite Bucky and his friends to your place for dinner....limiting the alcohol.
Part 1: My Drunk Girl
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You woke up in a very groggy state. Your head was pounding and your body felt like it was made of lead.
“Mornin’, sweetheart.” your eyes feel like they’re creaking as you open them and turn to see Bucky sitting up against your headboard looking down at you.
“What time is it?” you rasp out.
Bucky checks the time on your bedside clock, “Almost noon.”
You groan, “What the fuck.” you slowly sit up, clutching your head, “What happened last night?”
Bucky chuckled, “You met my friends for the first time last night and you got drunk. Very drunk.”
You put your face in your hands, “Nooo! Bucky! That’s not the impression I wanted to make on your friends!” 
He put his arm around you pulling you into his embrace, “Doll, it’s fine. They loved you! They thought you were funny and great. They said they haven’t that much fun with someone in a while. Also, you have a great singing voice.” 
You suddenly get a flash of you at the bar, on the stage, singing a terrible rendition of the Spice Girls, “Oh God. I never wanna face your friends again.”
“Well that’s unfortunate ‘cause I invited them to dinner here tonight.”
You shoot your eyes up at Bucky’s, “WHAT?!”
He shrugged, “I figured you’d want to make up for last night and tonight was the only time we were all free since we’re spending some time at my ma’s place, ‘member?”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you kick off the blankets from your legs and roll out of bed, “I gotta go grocery shopping and clean the place up and-”
“Baby doll,” Bucky says endearingly as he chases you around the bedroom, “I already went grocery shopping and I cleaned up.”
“W-What?” you looked at him with confusion and surprise, “When?”
“When you were sleeping. I woke up for my run, then I took a shower and headed out for groceries. Came back. Put everything away and then cleaned up the place.”
Your body sagged in relief and guilt, “Buck, you didn’t have to do that.”
He shrugged, “I wanted to, plus it’s kinda my fault you got drunk last night. I wasn’t watching ya and I know you can’t take your liquor that well.”
You drag yourself over to Bucky and wrap your arms around him, “You’re so sweet. I’m so lucky to have yoooouu!” you groan into his chest.
He wraps his arm around you, holding you tight, “I’m lucky to have you too.”
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Bucky sat on the counter in your kitchen with an amused expression on your face. You were rushing around cooking, cleaning, and scolding him for tasting the food. After the third scolding, you made him wait on the counter as his punishment.
“You know, Y/N, I can always help you instead of you stressing over it.”
You shoot him a glare, “No! You’re just gonna eat everything before your friends even arrive!”
He holds up his hands in surrender, “Okay. Fine, but all I’m saying is that everything will get a lot quicker if you let me help.”
You sighed, eyes glaring at your man, “If I let you help, you won’t taste the food?”
He hopped off the counter, sauntered over to you, he leaned forward, lips hovering over yours, “Only if I get to taste you instead,” he chuckled seductively, pressing his lips to yours. He’s ready to grab your hips to deepen the kiss, but there’s a knock at the door that interrupts him. He pulls away with a sigh, “Dammit.”
You giggle and softly push him away, “I’ll get it.”
“I-”
“Just finish up with the food, AND don’t you dare eat any of it!”
Bucky makes an x over his heart, “Promise, doll. Now go see who it is.”
You make your way over to the door, peering into the peep hole to see a head of blonde hair. You open the door and your eyes widen, “Steve! Um, hi!”
Steve stands there with his hands in his pockets, “Hey, Y/N, I figured I’d come around early to see if you needed help and to, uh, get a more proper introduction.”
Your face scrunches up in shame, “Yeeeaah. Sorry about last night.”
He chuckles, “It’s fine, really, nothing I haven’t seen before.” you move to the side and let him in and he follows you to the kitchen.
“Hey, Stevie! You’re early!” Bucky turns off the stove.
They give each other a hug, “Yeah, just wanted to meet Y/N properly before the rest of the gang comes around, also to help if you need it.”
“We’re just about finished, but you can help us plate if you want?” you ask as you begin to grab different trays and dishes from your cabinets. 
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Two hours later, your apartment was filled with roaring laughter and conversations from Bucky and his biker gang of friends. Bucky sat on the couch beside Steve while he watched you and Sam talk about something. His eyes filled with so much adoration for you. Occasionally your head would fly back as your laughter filled his ears. 
He felt a nudge in his side and turned to Steve, “Huh?”
“Careful, if Tony sees how soft you look, you’ll never hear the end of it.”
Bucky shook his head with a chuckle, “I don’t care. Let him.” Steve gives him a questioning gaze and Bucky shrugs, “Like I said last night, Stevie, that girl has me hooked. I’d do anything for her, even get all soft for her. I really do think I’ll hang up my jacket for her, man.”
Steve pat his friend on the shoulder with a smile, “I don’t doubt you, pal.”
Everyone was full from the delicious meal you cooked and now were all relaxing in your living room. Some nursing a glass of wine, others with a bottle a beer. You with none, not wanting a repeat of last night. 
You stand up, clapping your hands, “Alright everyone! First, I wanna say thank you for coming here last minute. Also, I’m very sorry for the drunk mess that I was last night.”
Sam waved it off, “Seen it before. Plus, you’re hilarious!”
“Awesome dancer too!” Nat said with a smile, lifting her glass to you.
You hang your head down, chuckling, “Yeeeah, ANYWAY, how ‘bout we play some games?”
“Not charades!” Clint exclaims with a serious look on his face.
You look at him curiously, “Wait, why not?”
“I won that point fair and square, Barton!” Tony yells from the sofa chair.
Everyone laughed, shaking their heads, you as well, even if you were confused, “Okaaaay? How about pictionary?” they all gave nods and murmurs of approval and you went to go grab the game. 
Unbeknownst to you, Bucky followed and you didn’t see him until you turned, bumping into his chest, “Oh! Yeah, Buck?”
He cupped your face, then dipped you, pressing his lips to yours and then pulled you back up, “There.”
“Not that I didn’t love it, but what was that for?”
He shrugged, “You’re just perfect. They loved you last night and they love you now. You’re one of us now, baby doll and I couldn’t be happier.”
You beamed up at him, “Even Steve? He likes me too?”
He nods, a proud smile on his face, “Especially Steve. He one hundred percent approves of you.”
You jumped up and down squealing, “Yay!”
Bucky laughs, and laces his fingers with yours, “Now c’mon, our friends are waiting.” You and he walk back to your living room where your newfound friends are happy. You’re just soooo glad you’re sober to enjoy this feeling.
Part 3: My Wonderful Girl (Final)
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lululawrence · 6 years ago
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I'm interested in writing fic but it seems like everyone who writes on here, who I look up to, has some sort of formal writing training in the past and/or its part of their career. I'm worried that I'll make rookie mistakes that I see everyone here tear apart and no one will read any fic I manage to write. Any advice to overcome this insecurity? Or advice about resources for writing so I can learn about how to write properly? Thanks so much, I love ur writing so much
awwww i wanna hug you.
okay first off....anyone can write. and the “rookie mistakes” that people tear apart are choices that some people deliberately make. there will always be masterposts about some pet peeve that someone thinks is a legitimate writing tip and it’s...not. lolllll you won’t see me reblogging a lot of them just because i feel like SO MUCH of writing has to do with personal style. (unless it has to do with the use of orbs because that is my personal pet peeve like PLEASE DON’T USE THE WORD ORBS FOR EYES. i will still keep reading if i see it, but i just...it pulls me out entirely for a minute before i can bring myself to keep going lol) hell, a lot of my personal style in my fics was torn apart by my english professors in college and don’t even get me started on how much my history professors hated my writing (it was a LOT). so like...don’t care about that. throw all those misconceptions away. just cause someone doesn’t like the overuse of adjectives or adverbs or whatever doesn’t mean you can’t use them.
now to the real meat of this. as i said, anyone can write. i encourage everyone to write. there have been so many studies about how writing and journaling and all of that helps your memory and your brain and all sorts of incredible things, but it also has been proven to help with mental health. i’m a huge advocate of it. even if nothing gets published, writing is amazing. 
assuming you do want it to get published though, here are a few tips i have.
1. build a community around you. find friends who are supportive and can be amazing cheerleaders and maybe help you brainstorm when you’re stuck, etc. i would never have finished my first fic much less continued writing if i hadn’t had such amazing people around me. cheerleaders, brainstorming peeps, and friends make all the difference.
2. you know who else makes a difference? betas and brit pickers. you know why? not only can they help you sift through your fic and figure out where you need to streamline, where you need to flesh it out more, and your grammatical errors, but they can also help preread and boost confidence. “hey, you need to fix these things, but this is amazing!” can be so uplifting and helpful, and betas and brit pickers can help you with that. they can also help boost that confidence that your fic is ready to go out into the world. i have several friends who are too scared to have anyone read or help edit their fics before they post them, but i get too scared when i DON’T have them. my first several fics i had at least three or four betas and then a brit pick on top of all of them because i figured the more eyes i had on the fics, the better quality they would be. i relied on that until i felt stronger and found a few betas who best suited my style (and were as nit picky as i want them to be hah). they do hard and heavy work and are amazing. i thoroughly support you getting them. 
because you know what else they do? they help you avoid those “rookie mistakes” that you really do want to avoid. like orbs. (jk. kinda.)
3. keep trying. @briannamarguerite once told me writing is a muscle (and she probably regrets telling me this since i constantly tell other people this too hahaha) but it really is. you’re only going to strengthen that muscle by continuing to use it. the more you use it the more powerful it becomes. you learn so much and you grow and become better and stronger and more confident. the first several are SCARY. hell, even years later i still get scared to post my fics sometimes when it’s something new. but as time goes on, you really do grow in confidence and it feels amazing to see the growth in yourself as well.
4. we always need more fics, so don’t let the fear of mistakes hold you back. every voice gifts us something brand new and previously undiscovered, even if it feels like it’s just another university coffee shop fic or whatever you’re writing at the moment. i promise, it’s not the same as any other fic out there, and you’ll give your own special take on it, and we need it. we want it. we crave it.
5. have fun. we’re all disasters doing the best we can out here in this fucked up world and finding joy as we are able. if writing brings you joy, if you feel like creating a story from start to finish and sharing it with people gets you excited and makes you happy and productive, then DO IT. fuck the haters. you’re brave and strong and doing incredible things.
so there ya go. that’s my advice. haha 
oh! i just reread the ask to make sure i didn’t miss anything, as for writing resources, honestly i’m not sure where to point you. i know some people who are incredibly serious about their writing and they read all sorts of books about it and follow blogs and stuff, but literally all i do is write stories i would like to read. i’ve been an avid reader since i was in first or second grade and never really stopped, so i kinda ignore any formal training people offer and do my own thing. that said, i’m assuming if you’re asking you actually want references and not just me telling you to free ball it hahaha SO i’m gonna tag some people i feel like will have knowledge and advice of such things, but if i haven’t tagged you, please feel free to still reblog and add your thoughts on the end as well as links to places for this sweet person to check out!
hope this helps, nonnie!
@juliusschmidt @briannamarguerite @becomeawendybird @londonfoginacup @sadaveniren @allwaswell16 @fullonlarrie @disgruntledkittenface @helloamhere @greenfeelings @100percentsassy @gloriaandrews @laynefaire and literally every other writing blog out there hahaha help please?
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