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riniackerman · 3 years ago

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Hi it’s me again I was wondering if you could do aot men with (y/n) who was Twerkin in a TikTok and how they would react/ am so sorry I know that I am a whore but ,it’s for 2d men so I have some acceptance right?

S/O TWERKING FOR A TIKTOK VIDEO

a/n: hello! oh my god i had so much fun writing this!! ngl jean is the type to join us when we’re twerking LMAO i love him sm hehe 😛❤️ and PLS we ALL are a whore for 2d men <3 im on my knees for them 24/7 🧎‍♀️ 🧎‍♀️

pairing: aot men x fem!reader

featuring: eren yeager, armin alert, jean kirstein, erwin smith, levi ackerman

genre: fluff but can be suggestive

༉‧₊˚✧ eren yeager

eren was casually leaning against the couch, scrolling through his phone while you placed the phone on the table and stepped back. soon familiar music was played from your phone, catching eren’s attention.

“what are you doing?” he asks, his eyes still attached to the screen. when the beat dropped you twerked like a maniac in front of him. eren bursts out a chuckle, he stayed and watched for good few seconds before he wrapped his brawny arm around your waist and pulled you back onto his lap.

“eren!” you giggle, trying to get off from him but it was no use. eren was already showering your face with kisses while his hand worked on your ass. softly smoothing the curve lines. he let out soft chuckles when you tried to get up.

“stay still babeee” he whines, tightening his grip even more. “fine fine” you boop his nose while scrunching your nose. “love you babe”

༉‧₊˚✧ armin arlert

“baby look!” you call while your palms rested on your knees, you arched your back and started to twerk when the music started. armin blushed right away and got up to stop the recording but ended up tripping over on top of you.

both of you burst into peals of laughter and giggles. “armin, baby you ruined my video!” you whine, pinching his cheek. “good, i won’t let you shake your ass off in a video. never.” he says while caressing your face.

“but-” armin cuts you off by a smooch on your lips. both of you said nothing as you two drowned in each other’s eyes. both of your hands searched his jaw and pulled it to your face for a deep kiss.

“you’re alwayssss horny baby” you say while caressing the back of his neck as armin gently lifted you up in a bride style. “not my fault my girl is always lookin’ hot and pretty”

༉‧₊˚✧ jean kirstein

“jean look at the camera” you said while you tried to balance the phone against the wall. “what nowww” he whines, trying to have a break from your clingy ass. “no no just look at this” you speak in a furious tone, which made jean sit straight up and look at you.

“three.. two.. one-” you began to twerk like a maniac, following the beats in the music as you vibed with it. “HAHAHA BABY” jean rises to laugh while he looked for his phone and started to record his girl twerking.

“YOU LOOK GOOD BABY” he beamed and laughed while recording you and raised his arm to vibe with the music after a while he slipped his phone to his pocket and joined you.

“baby what are you doing-!” you titter as you kept twerking. jean then grabbed by your waist and pulled you into his crotch. both of you were losing yourselves to the music. “you look hot m’ladyyyyy” he hypes you which made go even harder, earning a woo and yeah from jean.

༉‧₊˚✧ erwin smith

“bunny what are you-” erwin paused when his little girlfriend started to twerk in front of him, who wanted to enjoy a nice saturday morning with his tea but no, you decide to start his day with your ass twerking up and down.

“really?” he sighs as he stood up, making his way in front of the phone as he turned large back to block the camera. “baby-!” before you even had a chance to say anything, erwin wrapped his large hand around your waist and lifted you up with a single grip over his broad shoulder.

“let me downnn!” you whine, softly slapping his back. “no i want you to do something” he says, making his way to you guys’ shared bedroom. “hm? what?” you asked, already gave up trying to get down as your arms hung in the air.

“wanna show how you shake that ass of yours on the bed bunny?” he hums as he gently puts you down on the bed, tickling your waist while he crawled on top.

“bet” you coo into his face, earning a smirk from erwin. “show me then”

༉‧₊˚✧ levi ackerman

“what the fuck are you doing” levi asks, gazing at his girlfriend who’s back was arched and her ass jiggling to the beat. “vibing baby, vibing.” you laugh as you continued. levi says nothing, neither shows expression and he looks completely clueless about what’s going on.

“oh come on levi, you’re boring” you huff, reaching for your phone to turn the video off but levi pulls your shirt towards him. “hm?” you look back to see levi’s stoic face. “do it again” he says.

“do what again?”

“the dance.” he mumbles under his breath.

“what dance?”

“don’t be a fucking brat babe” he says while pulling you closer to him as your ass met his thighs.

“you know calling me a brat and a baby doesn’t make any sense” you mock him, getting an annoyed grunt from levi. “j-just do it i closed my eyes accidentally” his excuse was too cute to be true as you tried to hide your smile.

“fine fine, only if i get kisses afterward.” you sarcastically roll your eyes with a grin. “sure, will do m’baby”

↻ / ♡ are appreciated !

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whumpmatsus · 3 years ago

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28 Kara is cute, one would say too cute to suffer. Not me. Maybe fic where he is feeling really sick, but being the quiet one he is forgotten for a while? Or something. Pls and thanks.

haha, nobody is EVER too cute to suffer here! including precious baby 18!Kara~ <3

I had fun with this, I hope you like it! c:

It’s pouring rain when the rest of the sextuplets come to walk Karamatsu home from the train station, and he doesn’t want to go out in it.

Today’s drama club meeting wasn’t a very good one. The teacher leading it got focused on the two lead actors for the play which the club is showing tomorrow night, because they were both fighting and at each other’s throats. Most of the others ignored Karamatsu in favor of being on their phones or reading magazines or running lines while the teacher was busy with the leads.

Finally, in a twist that puts the cherry on the horrible meeting sundae, despite the fact that he’s playing a small part, Karamatsu messed up his own lines every single time. The others were so irritated with him, he wished the floor would just swallow him up.

Usually he’s so good with acting. It’s something he’s passionate about and enjoys and takes pride in. Today… it’s not that he’s nervous about the production. It’s that he just feels awful.

He’s been tired since he woke up, he’s warm and clammy at the same time, his throat is scratchy, he keeps coughing and sneezing, and any part of his body that doesn’t have a specific complaint is simply achy. Mommy noticed that he wasn’t feeling well when she sent them all to school, but he begged her not to keep him home, and since he didn’t have a fever this morning, she let him go.

There’s… definitely a fever running through him now, though. He thought for sure his brothers would notice and maybe ask him if there was anything they could do; instead, he’s been behaving so normally as far as they’re concerned, with his quiet nature and tendency to cry over small things, that not a single one of them has picked up on it.

On top of everything else, he forgot his umbrella. It was supposed to be sunny today, so he had to walk from school to the train without one, and now when he gets out of the station, he has to go out into the rain with barely any protection.

Although he’s crying by the time he reaches his brothers, it blends in pretty well with the rain.

Thankfully, all his brothers are carrying umbrellas, so he huddles under Osomatsu’s and presses himself against his older brother’s side. Osomatsu immediately accommodates him, pulling Karamatsu in to get dry. “Hey, bro! Geez, you’re shaking like a leaf. Sorry you didn’t have your umbrella!” He chuckles and tousles Karamatsu’s hair. “That’s what you get for picking a nerd hobby that’s right after school so you don’t have time to go home and get anything.”

“Don’t listen to him, Kara ― your hobby is just fine,” Choromatsu hums. He’s busy trying to entertain Totty, who’s doing his damnedest to attach himself to Choromatsu’s hip. “Now, guys, it’s raining out here, so can we please go home and get some tea? If we stay out here much longer, we’re gonna catch colds, and I do not want to be sick for graduation.”

Jyushimatsu scoffs. “That’s still two weeks away. We’d be fine, dumbass.”

Choromatsu’s face turns bright red. “W-well, if you’re fine getting sick regardless, you can go jump in the puddles for all I care!”

A smile briefly flashes across the second youngest’s face. “Really??” And just like that, he’s back to looking constantly angry. “Naaah… that shit’s for babies!”

They all begin to walk, and Ichimatsu shakes his head. “Ah, Karamatsu-nii-san… some of my friends wanted to come see that play tomorrow. What time does it start, again?”

“U-uh.” Karamatsu sniffles a few times, nuzzling against Osomatsu’s shoulder. “7 P.M. for the first one. Then there’s another showing at… at 8:30. I… don’t know if I’m… going to go, though.”

“What??” Choromatsu frowns as the six of them stop for the crosswalk. “You’ve never had stage fright before. You’ll be fine once you get up on the stage.”

“I don’t know, Choro…”

“Oh, come on, Kara-nii-san. Don’t cry like that… you made a commitment! You don’t wanna let your club down, right?”

Karamatsu reaches up to try and wipe the tears away. Not only is it kind of ineffective because his rain-soaked bangs keep dripping down his face, his hand keeps brushing against parts of his acne as he tries, which is painful. “Y-yeah, but…”

Osomatsu gives his little brother a squeeze that he thinks is supposed to be reassuring. It’s a bit rough, though. “No ‘but’s unless you’re grabbing a girl’s butt, Kara! You got this! You’ve done this shit before and totally nailed it. You usually don’t have too many lines, anyway, so it’s not that bad, is it?”

God, he should have a little more backbone. He should be able to say things decisively and not just fall silent when his brothers push him like this. Actually, if he just managed to say outright that he’s sick, they wouldn’t even be saying anything like this stuff. Right now they just think it’s pre-curtain jitters, which happens, which they can usually shake him out of because they know he loves acting.

Funnily enough, even though he doesn’t have much of a spine himself, this crappy cold of his evidently thinks this is the perfect time to speak up. The congestion he’s been fighting blossoms into something insistent that he can’t ignore, and he quickly ducks his face down between his hands.

“― Hh’DSHH! Hah’DTchh! Hd’TCHHuu! Ahh’DTSCHhhoo!”

A volley of coughs rides on the tail end of the last sneeze, so much that he can barely get a breath in. Each one makes his all-over soreness sharpen for a second, unbearable pinpricks of pain across his whole body. The coughs make something in his chest crackle and it hurtsand suddenly he’d pulled into a protective hug.

Part of him wishes he could just pull away. The part of him that wants to lean into the contact wins out, allowing him to nestle into his older brother’s chest as he continues to cough.

“Shit, Karamatsu!” Osomatsu starts rubbing his little brother’s back in an attempt to help break up the fit. “The fuck, man? That sounds nasty. You coming down with something?”

Karamatsu can feel the others hovering closer, murmuring in concern among themselves. The coughs finally taper off and he scrubs at his eyes, no matter how much it hurts, even as more tears start to bubble up. “Y-yeah… I woke up sick…”

“What??” Choromatsu sounds almost like he’s been betrayed or something. “You should have stayed home! Ah… wait… wait, you walked all the way to the station from school in the rain when you already have a cold? That’s a great way to end up with a sinus infection or pneumonia! Shit, we gotta get you home…”

“Sorry…” Karamatsu manages to croak out, followed by more sniffles. Thanks to the cold air and the sneezing, his nose has started running again. “U-uh… does anyone have tissues…? I used all mine already…”

Ichimatsu starts to dig around in his pockets. “Yeah, I think I have some.”

As he hands over a small pack to his older brother, Osomatsu gives a protective squeeze. “Hey, Choro, don’t blame Karamatsu for all this. He should have said something, sure, but it’s not all on him here. We should have noticed something was up. Right? We’re his brothers.”

Karamatsu lets out a small whine of protest, pressing a tissue over his nose. It would have been nice for them to notice, but… it’s not like it’s their job. They don’t owe it to him to pay attention to him. “I-it’s not your fault…”

Before anyone else can say a word, Totty lets go of Choromatsu and darts over to circle his arms around Karamatsu’s waist. He’s sort of wedging himself between Karamatsu and Osomatsu, pretty clearly wanting to be with both of them. “Ah! We love you, Karamatsu-nii-chan!! We’ll take good care of you!”

“… Yeah,” Choromatsu chuckles. He reaches over to pat Karamatsu’s back. “I’m sorry we weren’t paying enough attention to notice you weren’t feeling well. But we’re gonna get you home and tucked into bed. And I’m sure Mom will call the drama club teacher to tell her you can’t perform tomorrow night.”

Jyushimatsu hums, and he appears to be trying very hard not to smile wide like he wants to do. “We’re probably all gonna catch it, right?”

Ichimatsu chuckles softly. “Yeah, that’s what usually happens.”

“So… we can go stomp in puddles, right? Since we’re gonna get sick anyway?”

“No, no, no,” Choromatsu immediately speaks up, “no stomping in puddles! We have to get Kara home!”

Of course, it’s too late. Jyushimatsu has run off ahead of them all, launching himself into every puddle he can find, his face switching between an irritated scowl and a borderline maniacal grin.

Totty’s still clinging to Karamatsu, snuggling against his shoulder. “We’ll all get to be sick together! That means we get to stay home from school for a couple days. We can sleep and watch movies and have a big cuddle puddle.”

Choromatsu sighs. “As long as we don’t miss the commencement ceremony, that’s okay. I guess the last few weeks of our senior year don’t matter too much with regard to schoolwork, anyway. Especially since we’re already adults.”

Another few coughs are muffled against Osomatsu’s chest, prompting everyone to give a brief stroke to Karamatsu’s back or hair. “Well, before we catch it,” Osomatsu says, “we’ve gotta get this geek home and throw his ass in bed. He’s really warm… feels like his skin’s gonna burn his clothes up. C’mon, Kara. We’ll get you wrapped up in a blanket, then maybe I can help Mom make some kayu to make you feel better.”

“Mm…” Well. That does sound pretty good. “… W-with umeboshi on top?”

“Yeah, sure! Whatever you want! And Choro can make some tea, Totty can pick out a movie, Ichi can get a cold cloth for your forehead, and Jyushi…” Osomatsu blinks and peers out where their fifth eldest is… way ahead of them. “What can Jyushi do?”

Choromatsu blows out a slow, frustrated breath. “… Stay out of the way??”

Totty giggles. “He can be the bodyguard! We’ll station him outside the room, and if any of Ichimatsu-nii-chan’s friends come by to try and take Ichimatsu-nii-chan away, Jyushi-nii-chan will scare them off!”

“Hey, yeah! That’s a good idea, Totty!”

“What? Why do you want to scare my friends away?”

“Because Karamatsu-nii-chan’s sick! They can’t drag you off somewhere when your big brother needs you! That’d be mean.”

“A-ah, hahahah… he’d be fine without me, but… I can just say no! We don’t need Jyushi to scare them away.”

“We miiiiiiight! At least, it would be funny!”

Karamatsu offers a tiny laugh, which quickly turns into another couple of coughs. He puts a weak arm around Totty and wonders how he’s going to keep his eyes open for the rest of the walk home. He thinks they’re not too far away, though.

“Thanks, guys… this… this might not be such a bad day after all…”

#Osomatsu san #whump #Karamatsu #18!Matsus #18!Karamatsu #illness #cold #fever #hurt/comfort #Osomatsu #Choromatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Totty #aaaaaa look at these good boys all taking care of their brother once they realize he's sick #that's the pain of being quiet and shy! poor Kara #but at least he's getting taken care of now!! <3

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literallythebiggestfuckingsimp · 4 years ago

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Our Little Secret

description: you and rudy have been sneaking around for a while now, what happens when you get caught in front of thousands of fans?😳😳

warnings: making out?? ooo and swearing oops (as a british person i can’t just NOT swear)

Rudy’s lips smashed against yours, moving hungrily as his arms snaked around your waist. You gasped, arms moving to hook around his neck as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You had to be on set in five, and you were just passing the time with your good friend Rudy in his trailer.

Between the two of you, neither of you were quite sure what you were. So far, all you guys had done was purely physical. Of course, there had been lingering touches, longing stares, stolen smiles. But you hadn’t talked about it.

It had started with flirty jokes, and then, boom! It just kinda happened, if you were being honest.

Not breaking the kiss, the two of you stumbled backwards until you bumped into the table. You jumped up and he took his pace between your legs, detaching his lips from yours and turning his attention to the skin on your neck. You moaned, heading rolling back to give him more access.

“Hey, Rudy? You in there?” Your eyes widen at the voice outside the trailer door, freezing both yours and Rudy’s movements.

“Uh, yeah?” Rudy says, clearing his throat.

“Why’s the door locked, toot?” You could practically see the suggestive smirk on Chase’s face.

“Cause I’m about to take a shit and I didn’t want anyone to come in here and smell that,” Rudy replies, looking at you with a grin on his face. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, pressing your face up to it to suppress your laughter.

Chase laughs. “Alright, then, but have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her everywhere.”

“Nah, sorry bro,” Rudy calls out when you shake your head at him. “I’ve gotta take this shit or I’ll explode. See you in a sec.”

“It’s good, bro,” Chase replies. “She’s gotta be on set now, though. I’ll find her, don’t worry about it. Probably went off to craft services or something.”

You glare at the door where Chase is stood on the other end, but your eyes widen wen you realise you’re gonna be late to set.

“Cya, man,” Rudy says, helping you down from the counter as you pat down your hair. Chase mumbles a “bye”.

You two wait until it’s clear, giving Rudy a quick peck as you subtlety sneak out the trailer door once you’re sure Chase is gone.

As you walk - more like jog - away, you look back. Through the window you salute to Rudy, and he salutes back with a maniacal grin on his perfect face.

♡

You’ve just finished shooting for the day, and straight away, you headed over to see Rudy. He’d slid you a note earlier in the day to meet him at his trailer once you were done.

Arriving, you were immediately pulled into a kiss by by the blond headed bimbo who’d stolen your heart. You smiled against his lips, happily thinking about the fact that you could finally call him yours.

Around two weeks ago now you two had finally sorted through your shit and admitted your feelings for each other. However, you’d both decided it would be better if you kept your newfound relationship to yourselves. You didn’t want to make things awkward if it didn’t work out, and, besides, sneaking around was fun. “Think of it as our little secret,” you had said.

You pulled away from the kiss and he pouted. Laughing, you pecked him on the cheek and watched as a smile took over on his lips. Rudy’s arms situated themselves around your waist as he laid the two of you down on the makeshift sofa in his trailer.

Rudy was lying on your lap as you played with his hair, occasionally kissing him as some stupid ass movie played on the TV. It was a nice breather from all the crazy scenes you’d been filming and you couldn’t feel more relaxed.

Well, that was until there was a knock at the door. You wasted no time in rushing into the bathroom, hiding as Rudy went to answer the door.

“Yo, dude,” you hear JD greet and you mentally cuss him out.

“Uh, hey, JD, Maddie,” Rudy says. “What’s up?”

“Why’re you being so weird?” Maddie questions, confused as to why Rudy seemed hesitant about letting them in.

“Me?” Rudy asks, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not being weird.”

“Whatever,” Madison huffs. You hear her and JD walk in and mutter profanities under your breath. Thank god you had picked up your phone from the sofa or you would be toast. “We wanted to watch a movie and you have the comfiest couch.”

“What’re we watchin?” Rudy asks, bouncing on his heels. Madison shares a look with JD, confused as to what the hell was up with him.

“I dunno,” JD shrugs. “I gotta take a tinker in your bathroom, though. I’ll be right back.” He says, and your eyes widen.

“No!” Rudy calls out, and you search frantically for an escape route. There’s a window, but it’s kinda small, you’re not sure if you’d fit. Fuck it, you think as you hear JD and Mads confront Rudy about being weird.

“I just mean ... it’s kinda rank in there,” Rudy says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Disgusting,” Madison mutters.

“I’ll just block out the smell,” JD shrugs. “I’m desperate, bro.”

Rudy silently prays to himself as you fumble about the bathroom, climbing on top of the seat. You put one leg through the window as the footsteps land right outside the door, and try to slyly maneuver yourself out with your phone in one hand. Your plan fails miserable and you tumble to the ground, landing in a bush.

“Fuck,” you mutter, sitting up and pulling leaves out your hair.

The door to the bathroom swings open and you run as fast as you can back to your own trailer. You ignore the confused looks of the crew members, and Drew calling your name as he sees you run past with twigs in your hair.

As soon as you get back to your trailer, you shoot Rudy a quick text.

I jumped out the window ;)

Jesus, Y/N. You good?

Yeah, just thank god for my super rad spy skills.

Sure, baby. Sure.

♡

You giggle as Rudy pushes you down on your bed, peppering your skin with kisses, making you laugh more.

Filming had ended and you were currently quarantined with the cast, stuck in yours and Madelyn’s apartment. After the release of the show, you had gained quite a big fan base and your time had been occupied with online interviews and live streams. You’ve barely had the chance to sneak around with Rudy, not wanting to raise any suspicions since fans had already started shipping the two of you, pointing out the way he looks and interacts with you, and vice versa.

You didn’t want to let your friends catch on. Not yet.

Swiftly, you flip you and Rudy over, straddling him as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. You must not have heard the footsteps creeping up to your room, or the door swing open as you kissed your boyfriend.

A quick shriek alerted you of someone’s presence. You scrambled away from Rudy, cheeks red and eyes wide. It was Madelyn, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. Clumsily, she dropped her phone, the object clattering to the floor

“Fuck,” Rudy mutters, pulling on his shirt as you put your hands over your face in attempt to hide you embarrassment.

Madelyn stands dead still, frozen to the spot. “Oh my god, guys, I am so so so sorry! I didn’t know you two were-”

By now, you had alerted the attention of Chase and Drew, who came running over at the sound of a scream. It didn’t take them long to connect the dots, between your rosy cheeks and swollen lips and Rudy’s messy hair and flustered appearance.

“Oh, shit,” Drew swore, eyes wide.

“Uh, guys ...” Madelyn spoke up, chuckling nervously. “I was on live and they saw ...” she motions between the two of you with her hands, “that.”

Honestly, you think you could’ve died, right then and there. You scramble to grab Maddie’s phone from the floor, seeing the comments screaming about what they had just accidentally witnessed and quickly end the live.

“I’m so sorry!” Maddie squeals, cheeks tinging red. “I was planning on scaring Y/N and I didn’t think Rudy would be in here, let alone that you two would be-”

You quickly cut her off, scratching the back of your neck and biting your lip. “It’s fine, Maddie. Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah,” Rudy clears his throat. “You couldn't have known.”

“Uh, well,” Drew chuckles. “This is awkward.”

“Honestly, I’m gonna need a good few shots to erase the embarrassment of this moment from my memory,” you state, walking through the door and towards the kitchen where a bottle of vodka awaits you.

“I second that,” Rudy says, following you and lazily placing an arm around your waist.

Chase grins, watching the two off you. “So ... “ he trails off, gesturing between the two of you with his hand. “Are you two, yanno, together?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You nod and Rudy smiles. “Yeah, we have been for a while now.”

“God, it’s about time!” Chase exclaims.

“You guys were pretty bad at hiding it,” Drew states, a grin of his own on his lips.

You mock fake offence, gasping as you poor the vodka into your shot glass. “We’ve been dating for four months, so, obviously not.”

Madelyn’s mouth hangs open. “Four months?!” she yells. “And you didn’t tell us?”

Rudy shrugs, kissing your cheek fondly. “Eh, it was pretty fun sneaking around.”

“Agreed,” you say, smiling up at him. He meets your gaze, pecking you on the lips.

“Ew, you guys,” Chase groans. “Just because you’re together now doesn’t mean you can be all openly affectionate.”

Madelyn whacks his arm, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, they’re cute.”

“Nah, they’re gross,” Drew jokes, laughing. “Anyway, I made Mama Starkey’s casserole. Who wants some?”

“Me!” you exclaim, grinning excitedly. If there was one thing you loved it was Mama Starkey’s chicken casserole. Also, eating and drinking would be a good way to get your mind off the fact that practically the entire world saw you on top of a shirtless Rudy, making out with him.

A/N: AHAHAH THE WAY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS SHDJSHJDH also pls excuse the crappy writing this was made at 4am last night😳

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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Can I request a storyline where reader and Ms. Joke gives advice to each other to ask their crushes out. (Reader crushing on Bakugou and Ms. Joke likes Eraserhead). Also I love your Dabi fic it's so damn amazing.

Anon I know this took so long but I loved this idea ALOT. Like-literally GENIUSSSSSSSS!!!! And omg I’m so happy you liked my Dabi fics!!!🥺😭

Another fic for the @bnhabookclub event! If you wanna join in, heres the link!

Also pls ignore that Ms Jokes shoulder has disappeared I forgot to fix it 💀

Bakugo x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2000+

⤷ Warnings: cursing

⤷ Synopsis: As your helping your hero aunt Ms. Joke concoct a plan to win over Eraserhead, the conversation somehow turns to your crush on Bakugo. Even though you feel comfortable talking about the hotheaded boy with your aunt over the phone, you don’t realize how bad that idea is until a certain someone decided to eavesdrop outside the door.

Song Recs: ⤷ Leave This Place-Lione ⤷All This Time-Deorro ⤷Start It Over-NOTD

“Okay okay, how about this one-

“Can you pass me my inhaler, because you just took my breath away!”

Ms. Joke made an over exaggerated attempt at swooning, her voice airy and theatrical. You couldn’t help but giggle at her antics, your nose scrunching at the terrible pick up line she just gave you.

“I don’t think that one will work Auntie,” you mused, your phone on speaker as you tidied up your UA dorm room.

Not many people were aware of it, but your aunt was Ms. Joke, the comedy hero. It was quite a shocker when you let that information out to your classmates, as they couldn’t understand why you had went to UA over her hero school. It was true you had entertained the idea of going, but as much as you loved your aunt-you could only tolerate her for so long. She was so fun and energetic to be around, but that energy quickly became draining after a few hours.

The thought of having to be around your aunt every day made you feel tired just thinking about it, so you had kindly opted to try UA instead. Your aunt was a little disappointed that you had picked UA over her school, but she was over the moon excited for you to finally follow her footsteps and become a hero.

It also didn’t hurt that you would be around Aizawa quite a lot-and she definitely used that to her advantage.

“Oh Cmon tho, Jitter Bug, he would love it!” She exclaimed through the phone. “That one is such a laugh riot!”

“I think you forget that Mr. Aizawa isn’t too big on jokes,” you gave her a short giggle as you began to fold the freshly cleaned clothes on your bed.

“Hm….” she hummed in thought.

“What about-I’m thirsty, and guess whose body is 75% water? I’d then give him a killer smile to go along with it-he can’t say no to me then!”

Your cheeks turned incredibly red-the thought of your aunt hitting on your teacher so openly like that? Revolting.

You made a gagging noise at the prospect, a nervous laugh spilling out.

“I swear if you do that, I will dig my own grave and lay in there from second hand embarrassment,”

A belly laugh erupted in the other end of the line, Ms. Joke’s chuckles high pitched and uncontrollable.

“You really are a hard one to impress, huh?” She said between laughter.

“That type of pick up line is a little too young though-you babies are the ones that say ‘thirsty’ all the time…”

You heard a little hum on the other side of the phone, signaling she was thinking deeply.

“Why don’t you use that one on that boy you like, what’s his name again?”

She asked good naturedly, a hint of sneakiness in her voice. “It’s-Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo, right?”

Your eyes went wide like saucers, your body language going rigid.

“Auntie you cant say that so loud, I’m on speaker phone!” You hushed her.

Your cheeks went insanely red, your head swiveling to look at your door.

Damn you and not closing it properly-anybody walking by could have heard!

Your aunt only knew about your crush because she had noticed you staring quite intently at Bakugou at your provisional licensing exam, her questions hard to not answer truthfully. She had promised not to tell anyone, not even your parents, but she used it against you nevertheless.

You sighed a breath of relief once you were satisfied that no one had walked by, your head turning back to your phone call.

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Unknowing to you, someone had walked by-Bakugo.

It was later in the day and getting close to his early bedtime, so he had come up to tell you to be quiet.

It felt strange walking up to your room-Bakugo knew he was beginning to like you, more than just a classmate or a friend, yet he didn’t quite want to believe it.

He shouldn’t have all these vulnerable feelings, he should be focusing on training and nothing more. But the more and more he tried to ignore it the more and more he realized how much he truly admired you-you were so damn pretty to him, your laugh and smile always making a blush rise to his cheeks, and the way you would look at him so innocently whenever he spoke to you made his whole world light up.

He liked how you respected him, but you would also put him in his place if needed.You were really one of the few only people he would listen to, which made it even worse-you had a power over him you didn’t even know about. It frustrated him, but he cared about your opinion too damn much to openly defy your wishes.

It sucked how easily he’d fallen for you, but he couldn't make it stop, no matter how hard he tried.

Just as he trudged up the stairs to your room, he noticed the door unlocked, a strange thing for him to see since he had prepared himself to knock. Whatever-less time waiting outside your door. He lightly leaned himself against the adjacent wall, ready to yell his warning at you quickly until he heard the familiar voice of Ms. Joke speak his name from a phone call.

The hell were you even talking about?

He couldn’t help it, he had to listen in, it was him you were talking about after all. As much as he didnt want to care, he hoped it was only good things you were speaking of, his heart fluttering when he heard your aunt say “you like him.”

Was it true? Did you really feel the same for him?

Bakugo instantly felt himself to sweat, his vermillion eyes wide as he prayed the news he was hearing wasn’t a lie-you had to like him back. You just had to.

Ms. Joke laughed at your distress, her voice lighthearted and loud.

“Oops, sorry!” She said, not a single ounce of remorse in her tone. “But really, y/n, what do you see in that boy! He’s so-well-“

“Harsh?” You finished her sentence, shuffling on your bed.

“Exactly! He’s always so mean and entitled too-you can’t find another boy in UA? What about Shoto-hes a pretty one!”

You gave a giggle, your hands fiddling nervously with your hair.

“Shoto is just a friend Auntie, and besides, he’s quite reserved-Bakugo isn’t,” you sighed, “Ive never meant anyone like him before.

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Bakugo’s heart beat painfully in his chest from outside the door.

This was fucking wrong-he was being a total creepster eaves dropping in your private conversation.

He kept telling himself that this was all okay, because you were talking about him and it was your goddamn fault for speaking about him behind his back-

But he knew deep down it was because he wanted so badly to know. He just wanted to be reassured that there was a connection between you two and he could pursue it somehow.

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“He’s just so-different. He is really harsh and brutally honest-it makes him kinda unique in a way. He’s always so driven, trying to do his best to be the best-it’s infectious, ya know? I can't help but admire him for that.”

you admired him? god, hearing those words sent him over the moon. You sounded so sweet and so soft as you relayed all your inner feelings to Ms. Joke, his heart was practically swooning.

Your aunt gave a small nod at your words, her voice much more understanding.

“Have you talked to him? Tried to ask him out or do anything you little kiddies usually do when you have a crush?” She asked playfully.

You sighed, your hands combing through your hair.

“Oh I could never! He wouldn’t like me back-he’s too into his school work. And he is super harsh-god I don’t know what I’d do if he’d reject me….”

“I understand you full heartedly JitterBug,” she used your nickname again, a groan slipping out of your lips.

“Are you yiu ever going to stop calling me that!”

“Never!” She exclaimed, her voice loud and cheerful again. “Your my wonderful little JitterBug and I’m going to keep calling you that until I kick the bucket!

“But really,” she sighed, her tone much more serious. “You never know until you try! I got rejected myself many, many, MANY times-but Im still doing perfectly fine!”

You held back a small snicker-your aunt, the Jokester Hero, who can’t hold a conversation without cackling like a maniac, the one who wears the most ridiculous outfits, has a chaotic fighting style, and has been pinning over the same guy since her internship days as a rookie?

Yeah, perfectly fine isn’t the best way you would describe her.

You simply hummed a nod in order to satiate her a response, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Ugh, I just got a call-they need me to help out with some robbery,” you aunt huffed out, her tone clearly tired. You felt a little bad for the hero-she must have been having a pretty crazy day.

“I’m sorry we had to cut our call so short!”

“Oh no it’s no problem!” You reasuresed her happily, “stay safe out there!”

“You two Jitterbug! Byeeeee!” She practically yelled her goodbye into the phone, making you flinch.

You breathed a tranquil sigh, readying yourself to start studying for your tests when you heard a loud banging upon your door.

“Oi, dumbass, can I come in for a minute?” The gruff voice of Bakugo filled the room, making your blood shiver-

Bakugo?!? Wait-was he there the whole time?!?

You teeth were practically chattering from that overwhelming fear, your cheeks red and your eyes wide.

You seriously were going to crawl into a hole and never come out if he heard that whole conversation.

You crawled off your bed, your hand making their way to the door to peak it open slightly.

Bakugo’s heart was thumping violently in his chest-now he knew you felt the same for him, this was going to be extremely easy. But he still felt really nervous, especially when your hair was so perfectly messy like that and your cheeks were dusted with pink like you were already nervous yourself.

God damn, why did you have to be so attractive? It just messed everything up for him, making him feel like he couldn’t think straight.

“Hey Bakugo, I-Uh-what’s up? Did you need something?”

“Yeah,” he replied gruffly, his nerves making his hand sweat more than usual. “something like that,”

Damn quirk, he thought in annoyance, shoving his hands into his pants. “You gonna let me in?”

“Oh-uh,”you began to stutter, shifting away from the door and opening it up slightly, “sure, yeah!”

He grinned to himself at your adorableness-did you always act this nervous around him? How did he not notice you like him before-it was so obvious to see now when you were fidgeting like that.

He strutted into your room, a new found confidence in him as he shut the door of the room for you, practically trapping you in with him. A mischievous smirk graced his lips, making your heart thump against your ribcage.

“Don’t want anyone overhearing by accident cause you cant close a door right,”

You groaned in embarrassment.

Welp-he knew.

You gave him a small look, your eyes doe -like and scrunched up in uneasiness.

“How much of that did you hear?” You asked timidly.

Bakugo scoffed, that shit eating grin still plastered on his face.

“All of it, Jitterbug,”

You groaned yet again, plopping your body onto the bed in embarrassment.

How could this happen?! He was right-you should have closed the door! You covered your face with your hands, your fingers trailing against your forehead and your hair.

“God I’m so sorry, I probably sounded like a creep, I didn’t mean to-“ you tried to apologize and explain yourself, your cheeks a cherry red.

“Do you like me?” He interrupted you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You looked up timidly-god, was he always this intimidating?

He was standing right in front you, his overwhelming stature making you feel so small and overpowered. He was wearing this strange smirk, as if he was enjoying interrogating you.

That usually wasn’t a Bakugo thing to do, to smirk like that, but damn, was it kinda-hot. You could really only focus on that, on the way his lips curled up so softly like he was happy about something but trying to repress it. It was warm and inviting, and you couldn’t help but feel some of your awkwardness melt away.

“How would you feel if I said ‘yes’?” You tried your best to lighten the mood some what, a nervous smile slipping against your lips.

Bakugo knelt down, his body so much more closer to you. His hands went on each side of your legs, his thumbs just brushing your outer thigh. He caged you in to the bed with his arms, his face mere inches from yours.

Well shit.

You felt the blood rush to your face, your ears pounding-you never knew he felt this warm so close, and god-did he really smell like salted caramel? His vermillion eyes were boaring to yours, sending your senses into over drive.

“And how would it feel if I said ‘yes’?” He turned your words against you, his voice husky and deep form being so close.

You squirmed from nerves, your hands going to play with your hair. It was so strange being so close to him, and you didn’t know what to do.

You looked so cute flustered like this-Bakugo internally tried to remember this perfectly, mentally writing down your adorable mannerisms and facial expression to memory. As much as he loved this, you were taking too long for a reply, and he was getting a little annoyed.

“What was that? I’m still waiting,” he asked gruffly, his voice low and sultry.

You gulped, feeling a pang in your heart from hearing that type of voice come from him. Directed to you.

“I-Uh-yes, I-I do, I've liked you for a while now,” you revealed, your cheeks practically tomato red.

He smirked at your expression, slowly lifting his body with off the weight.

You looked up in confusion, already feeling cold without his warm body so close to yours.

“Good,” he replied, his voice prideful, “cause I feel the same way.”

“You do!” You practically shouted, your eyes wide with shock.

The Bakugo-“liked you” liked you? You could practically scream with happiness.

“Well yeah dumbass, why would I say that if I didn’t?” He chuckled slightly, his bright red eyes still drinking you in.

Now his nerves were coming out again, a heaviness feeling his stomach as he realized what he had to do now.

“I-I’m not good at this shit, but-

“Wanna go out tomorrow?”

You were practically screaming like a little girl internally. This was happening? Was this all just a cruel dream?

Only one way to figure out if this was real or not.

You stood up from the bed, bringing yourself close to the hot head.

Now it was Bakugo’s turn to be embarrased-he was getting too comfortable being the one to make you nervous. He forgot how you could make him so flustered, your warm smile and pretty eyes making his heart thump painfully and his mind go into a panicked standstill.

Your hands shakily wrapped around his neck, slow to see how he would react.

God, you had thought about touching his hair for so long now, it was even better than you imagined-soft and fluffy like a cloud, you ran your hands through the spiky locks. The faint smell of caramel wafted into your nose agaun, making you feel nervous and calm at the same time.

He was slightly rigid, staring at you with shocked eyes-but he seemed to not mind this. You smiled softly, your heart thumping-it was now or never.

You slowly got on your toes and leaned yourself into his lips, surprised how warm they felt. At first he didn’t move, which scared you-but he eventually began to move against your lips, a little rough but still pleasant. A flood of warmth filled your body, your hands relaxing against his body. You felt his arms wrap around your body, his lips now taking the lead and guiding you into him.

You couldn’t believe how good this felt, how perfect and surreal it was.

But you remembered-sadly- breathing was a thing, your lungs burning as you both reluctantly pulled away.

You thanked your aunt for her loud mouth in your blissful daze, because without her, you wouldn’t be kissing your crush now.

You smiled at the blonde, his cheeks dusted with red and his eyes drinking you in.

“Tomorrow sounds great.”

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yodawgiherd · 4 years ago

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Red flag pt.3

>>>Read on AO3<<<

Soon brothers.

Just not yet. :D

In the following week, Mikasa learned more about sex than she ever did before. While the internet itself was a fickle teacher, giving facts and hundred and more opinions from anonymous users, Eren was an endless well of knowledge. It was her who asked first too, he didn’t even try to talk about it before Mikasa brought it up. And how could she help herself, with such an insane bomb being dropped on her!

First things first – she googled the name of the agency he worked at, just to be sure that he was not bulshitting her, but everything he said seemed to be true. The website was there, displaying the “ wide variety of services done by long-term professionals”. Although Eren’s name was not there, he told her that he is listed as Master E, a thing she immediately questioned. Over messenger, of course.

Master E? Damn that’s lame.

You wound me :(

I mean seriously, couldn’t you be something cooler?

Such as?

I don’t know! Master Evil. Dungeon Master. Lord of the Night?

Yea, I’m sure that dungeon master would be turning heads

….. Orgasminator?

Mikasa pls

Lord horsecock

Stoooooop I beg you!

Fine fine, you’re just jealous I’m that much better at naming than you

Sure am.

When he didn’t continue, Mikasa took the initiative.

Sooooooooooo, gonna tell me where the Master E came from?

Simple. Annie wanted to be Mistress A so I just latched onto her vibe

Uh-hu. So you are just that much unoriginal

:( sadly

Just imagining Eren pouting at his phone made Mikasa’s evening that much brighter. She wanted to see more of it.

Latching on Annie, you do that a lot don’t you?

Why is that?

Well, she’s the one who introduced you to this whole thing and even today she is the best at your agency, most advertised one too. Playing catch up your whole life? Maaaaaaster E? :P

Hey, it’s not my fault that men are bigger pervs than women.

Excuses

To be honest, I don’t mind being behind Annie, she’s good at this. Also, don’t tell her this, but she scares me sometimes

Scares you how :O

Annie can be really brutal when she gets into it. Nothing the clients don’t ask for, mind you, but still. If you’d see her victims….. the wounds……

Mikasa’s breath caught in her throat.

Are you serious?

I don’t know…. Am I?

Dork.

She frowned at her phone, but still looked when the answer pinged in.

I am partly serious though. She can be a nightmare, sometimes I feel like she’s on a one-woman crusade against the male population. And she’s getting paid for it too!

She sounds like a hell of a woman.

You bet :)

Master E also had several scenes online, to be bought and watched, and a few times Mikasa almost clicked the button and spent her hard-earned cash on kinky porn. It was the promise of a live show that stopped her from doing so. She didn’t know if she’s going to go yet but buying a video of something she could watch happening in real time was a waste of money. No, she wouldn’t spoil that surprise.

She learned much anyway, way too much even, things that made her blush and hide her face, things that made her quickly hide her phone. In moments like these, she was grateful that the communication was being done over the internet, as Eren was way too intense of a person to be talked about this face to face. Here, hidden behind her screen, she could pester him for ages, joking and making fun of whatever he gave her. And, during these conversations, she learned another important thing.

For a guy who was more or less a professional perv, Eren used a lot of emojis in his messages.

It caught her off guard, how normal and easy to talk to he was. She didn’t think that he was a monster or something, but Eren was right when he said that her opinion of him changed fundamentally once she found out about his job. Mikasa found herself texting to him, a lot, and he texted back, snapped photos until she started doing it too, and overall just had a great time. Levi was giving her sidelong glares when he kept catching her while she stared at her phone, grinning like a maniac, but she simply ignored him. How was she supposed to not laugh when Eren just sent her a photo of his cup from a coffee shop with a crying emoji. Apparently, they spelled his name wrong again and kept calling him Aaron.

What’s the most common thing they ask you to do?

She half hid her face in the pillow, already dreading the answer. The three dots that appeared in the corner indicated that he was typing an answer, and soon enough there was a ping.

I feel like I’ll disappoint you here.

Most of my clients are easily satisfied - basic bondage/dominance stuff works wonders

They could do that with literally anyone else

Like their boyfriends and stuff

Mikasa frowned, typing an answer.

Why don’t they then?

Ping

Sometimes it’s the professionalism I bring to the table, and then I understand them.

But often it's just a lack of communication

You’d be surprised how many things can be solved if two parties talk to each other.

I usually advise it too, tell them that they could be doing this with someone they love and not me

You undermine your own clientele like this? Mikasa wrote Why would you do that?

A few dollars ain't worth if they could be happier. Then again, not every one of them takes my advice, it's difficult to open up about things like these.

That gave Mikasa a perfect chance to poke at him.

Not for you, apparently :p

Ping

:D true, but I work in the business

The range of things they discussed was wide. Save for her past, which she did not want to talk about, and made it crystal clear too, Mikasa shared a lot. She told him all about her brother and the gym, sent him snaps from her workouts and then typed back angry emojis when he called her sweaty tryhard. His overall ignorance towards something that was a big part of her life did raise a question. Grabbing her phone more firmly, she quickly typed it out.

Haven’t you thought about doing any martial art yourself?

You deff got the figure for it.

A ping later there was an answer.

Bold of you to say that when you never saw me shirtless :P

But nah

I’m a lover, not a fighter

Plus, you’re just trying to recruit me to your gym, aren’t you?

Levi promised you a bonus?

Spill your beans, Ackerman

Damn spammer. Yet Mikasa was smiling again, which made Levi, who just happened to be passing by, groan.

“Don’t you have a client coming?”, he asked.

She shook her head.

“In an hour, I’ve got plenty of time to get cleaned up.”, she made a gesture with her hand, “Now shoo, I’m having a conversation.”

“With Sasha?”

“Huh?”, she looked up, puzzled, “Why would it be Sasha?”

“Cause I never saw you smiling this much before.”

One week turned to two, and suddenly the day of Eren’s show was here. He remained true to his word, never bringing that event up, keeping it completely in her hands, if she wanted to show up or not. Mikasa was uncertain. The mystery pulled her in, she wanted to see these things for herself. Watching it on the internet is one thing, but live show….

All the stories Eren told her only fueled such a flame. He always omitted names and such, for the discretion of his clients, but he didn’t hold back on the details. To be fair, Mikasa did ask for those.

Sasha wasn’t much help in her decision process either, because Mikasa didn’t want to share all the details about Eren yet. She told her friend that the guy from the bar invited her to a strange-looking place, and wanted to know if she should go.

“Did you two fuck?”

Mikasa frowned, realizing that Sasha can’t see her over the phone.

“No Sash, we didn’t. He’s a friend.”

“Oh, okay.”, there was a crack on the other side as she probably munched on another potato chip, “And is he a friend-friend, or friend-you-would-like-to-fuck?”

“Why is that the question?”

Sasha giggled.

“Dunno just wanted to ask.”

“You’re not helping at all….”

“Because it's easy! You either trust that guy and go or don’t trust him, block his number and never see him again. Boom, solved!”

If only it was so simple.

Yet when the day rolled around, Mikasa woke up with a decision in her mind. She’s going to go there. Eren was a great friend, and she was curious about this whole thing. She will be masked, anonymous, and if there is something she won’t like, the door will be there. This raised another question, however, of what does one wear to a BDSM club.

Mikasa, in her vanilla life, did not feel the need to buy anything made of leather or latex and wasn’t about to start now. There was one pair of leather paints she used to own until one day a completely random guy on the street told her that her ass looks really good in them. Mikasa threw those pants right out that evening. Public exposure was something she was NOT looking for. So, she had a small variety to choose from anyway. Mostly jeans, one or two skirts and a single dress that she wore to prom and that probably wouldn’t fit her anymore. Standing in front of the wardrobe, she contemplated calling Sasha again but ultimately decided against it. Mikasa Ackerman is a grown woman. She can choose her own clothes, damn it.

In the end, it was just a simple shirt and jeans combo. She reasoned that it added to her secretiveness, as anyone could wear what she was wearing. Satisfied with her completely basic appearance, she headed for the door, grabbing the keys and popping her head into the kitchen.

“I’m heading out.”, she announced, “Borrowing the car too.”

“Oh? And you tell me now?”, Levi tsked, shaking his head, “Damn brat, you really have no manners. When will you be back?”

“Later, maybe tomorrow. Don’t wait up.”

The words were already forming in Levi’s mouth, but Mikasa spoke faster.

“I’m an adult, so please. Just don’t.”

And, to her surprise, he didn’t.

“Fine. But if there is even a single scratch on the car, I’m taking it out of your paycheck.”

“That’s fair. I’ll see you later then.”

“Later.”, he was already half-turned back towards the Tv, before he added, “Drive safely.”

And that’s how, an hour and a half later, she was standing in front of a completely unassuming building. The door was just like any other, with a small sign and everything, not strange in the slightest. The security guard might have been a bit of a giveaway. He was tall, wide and dressed in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly. When Mikasa approached, he sized her up and down.

“I’m afraid that this is a members only club.”, he spoke in low barytone, “Do you have a card?”

“I uhh... I was told that I can come in. I’m a friend of Eren, my name is Mi-…”

The guard raised a hand before she could finish.

“No names, please. We pride ourselves on anonymity.”

Seeing Mikasa nod, he continued.

“Mr. Yeager did tell me that someone might be coming and that I should let them straight in. So I will do just that.”, he stepped aside, “Once you enter, the masks will be to your right, and after choosing one please don’t forget to return it. Enjoy your stay.”

Mumbling her thanks, Mikasa dipped inside, finding herself in a small room. There were the masks, just as the guard said, and another door that led to the club itself. She could hear muted music coming through. First things first, she stepped closer to the selection, casting an inspecting eye over it. There were several types, all possible shapes and sizes form full hoods to tiny eye-masks. After a bit of healthy consideration, she grabbed a black one that covered the upper half of her face, more than enough to remain anonymous. It was not likely that she would meet anyone that knew her anyway, let’s be honest. Masked, ready as ever, curious and wanting to see more, Mikasa took a deep breath and entered the door, stepping right into Eren’s world.

#eremika #fanfic #snk #see you in 2021 #maybeh

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sunshineandfangs · 5 years ago

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Saudade, Retrouvailles

Day Seven (October 13th - Sunday): Canon-ish

Still annoyed by all the mess that was made in TVD/TO? Well, this is the day for you to write your own version of the events. TO’s ending fix-its, canon divergences throughout the show(s), future moments… It’s all fair game! So explore all the unexplored potential of Klaroline in this day and share the goodness with us all!

I didn’t manage trope x trope, but I finally decided to work on the canon fix-it I’ve been meaning to write for months...Although I guess one can argue there are at least two tropes in this.

The words are inspired by this post by @labime.

Saudade:

The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost.

“Vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”

Retrouvailles:

The happiness of meeting again after a long time.

“…in French, we say ‘les retrouvailles sont hors du temps’ which poorly translates to ‘there are moments that don’t fit time.’”

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The Unmaking

She felt it.

Sitting in her car just outside the city limits of New Orleans, her head tipped back against the seat.

He was gone.

A tiny, hysterical giggle (sob) caught in her throat. Surely, it couldn’t just be her that felt the change of his absence? The most powerful creature in the world, as he once said.

And all those years and miles between them: twisting and turning and slowly, elegantly going to twine their lives together.

All of that, so it could end like this.

Her fingers curled, white-knuckled around the steering wheel, her head tilting forward.

No.

She wouldn’t let it.

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For a woman that planned out the vast majority of her life, there was a distinct lack of such as she rushed to fix this-this travesty. It was a desperate, selfish feeling that swelled and consumed her from the inside-out. A feeling she couldn’t call anything but love. Ironic considering how long she spent running from such a label.

But she knew with a deep, long buried instinct exactly what she could do, as though through a veil of dreams old knowledge and memories resurfaced. They had been lost to her for a long time. Not blackened and suppressed like compulsion, but rather dimmed to something forgettable and unimportant.

See, on her dresser there was a beautiful music box. She had carried it with her from her childhood home to her dorm and on and on to each place she lived. Subconsciously, she had held it close even when she had forgotten its meaning.

And while hers was white and gold and sleek lines, delicately painted and carved with flowers and butterflies, her father’s had been a small, intricate thing. Burnished gold filigree and encrusted with tiny emeralds. It had led his heart to Steven, granted courage when he would have been cowed by small town judgement. Granted knowledge of how to protect all that he held most precious to him.

A vague niggling in her brain reminded her too of her grandmother’s, her father’s mother. How Nana’s had been deceptively plain, though sturdily made of a handsome wood. Whatever gift it had granted to her, Caroline could not recall, but she knew each of the Forbes line, back and back across countless generations carried one with them until they needed it most.

Once more the irony was near overwhelming. It had not been the innumerable disasters and dramas of Mystic Falls that triggered her remembrance, but Klaus. Klaus and the wild, powerful emotions that dwelled in her heart.

The drive from NOLA back to Mystic Falls was a blur, a blitz down the highway that she could barely recall. And as if on autopilot, Caroline stepped purposefully toward her room once she arrived. To where the music box sat, as it always had.

With delicate fingers, she cracked open the lid and slowly wound its key. Listened to the clicks of the gears. And when she released it, magic sung through the air. It wound itself around her figure, the sheer force unmistakable for all that its touch was gentle. The world shuddered and shrunk around her. Time and space and reality itself unwoven. Threads pulled loose and returned to the ether, ready to be twined together once more.

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The Reforging

When the world came back into focus, Caroline found herself stalking away from the school. The transition was extremely disorienting, expecting it or not, and she was thankful that the current (past?) version’s memories were at the forefront of her mind.

Her eyes widened as she processed them, her body blurring into motion, a thousand thoughts whirling in her head. The cancellation of the 1980s Decade Dance, for all that it vexed this Caroline, would have been a mere blip on her radar. However, there was a different set of events that happened today. Events that she recalled far, far move vividly.

As she raced across town toward the Gilbert’s house part of her was thankful for the essence of world altering magic that lingered within her. Not only did it grant her memories of The-Future-That-Never-Was (now at least, and hopefully never will be), but also her strength. And sure a decade or two extra meant little in the grand scheme of vampire strength, but right now any advantage helped.

Splitting her attention, Caroline fumbled for a moment to grab her phone as she ran, hesitated a split second before settling on texting Klaus. (Ignored what it meant that she had his old number memorized). She was fairly certain she could get the jump on her friends, considering this would be an utterly unexpected and seemingly out of character move. Still, it wouldn’t do to accidentally alert more people’s suspicions than she had to with a call. Klaus would certainly be challenge enough.

---

Said Hybrid was fuming in the cellar of the Salvatore’s basement, only a fraction of his attention paid to snark at the elder Salvatore of all people. He was far more restless than he let on, sensing something was wrong, but not knowing what. Having long learned to trust his instincts, it was frustrating to be uncertain where to point them.

When his phone vibrated in his hand, he looked down eager for news, and saw the last person he expected to be texting him.

[Caroline Forbes] 4:12 PM: klaus this is caroline

[Caroline Forbes] 4:12 PM: get to the gilberts house

[Caroline Forbes] 4:12 PM: NOW

[Caroline Forbes] 4:12 PM: trust me pls!

He abruptly stopped talking as he peered down at his phone, wondering when Caroline learned his number, wondering if he could trust her as she requested. As she near begged him to really. And it was that note of pleading, present even through the pixels of his phone that settled the matter for him. Without so much as an acknowledgement or good-bye, unless one counted snapped necks, Klaus sped up the stairs.

---

Halfway to his destination, Klaus’ phone rang, Kol’s name on the caller ID. His eyes narrowed, instincts flaring, and he moved even faster as he answered the call.

“Well, if it isn’t the happy homicidal maniac,” he taunted, digging for the truth as he riled his brother.

His brother that was certainly not abiding by their normal script as he snarled back, “Did you know that your darling former blood bag and her brother are trying to kill me?”

“What?” He growled, the pieces easily falling into place with Caroline’s own texts from mere moments before.

“Don't pretend like you're not in on it. Your obsession to find the cure clearly trumps any sibling loyalty you once felt.”

There’s so much Klaus wished to say, most of which he swallowed to save for their upcoming confrontation.

“You are an utterly reckless fool, Kol, but you are my brother first.”

His words seemed to fall on deaf ears. “I'm going to rip off Jeremy's arm and kill Elena just for sport. Then I'm coming for you.”

The call ended before Klaus can retort. Though with the house mere streets away he could hear the fighting. Once this little problem was dealt with, he and his brother could have a proper chat.

---

Caroline came disastrously close to colliding into Bonnie in her rush. Though it took little time to turn it into something fortuitous, memories of a spelled cage and a furious Hybrid in her mind. Offering up a mental apology, Caroline gently knocked the witch out, setting her down swiftly, but carefully on the Gilbert’s front porch when she reached it.

Even from outside, Elena’s, Jeremey’s, and Kol’s fighting was glaringly obvious. Sounds of their shouts and the destruction of furniture carried down from the upstairs. Caroline rushed in, all but flying towards the sounds of their conflict.

It was sheer luck that had her appearing as Kol vanished to chase Jeremey, Elena’s head conveniently bowed as she struggled with the stake in her leg. Another mental apology and another unconscious friend later, and Caroline’s obstacles were dropping by the second.

Thankfully, her luck continued to hold as she flashed after Kol and Jeremey .And when she came upon them Jeremy was still dazed as he was dragged upright by Kol. Being a Hunter and in an Original’s grasp, Caroline couldn’t afford to be as delicate as she was with Bonnie. She slammed the poor boy out of Kol’s arms and used the momentum to smack his head onto the counter, being extremely careful not to kill him, though she feared he’d likely need some blood when he came to.

She then rapidly backpedaled as Kol snarled at her, confusion slightly softening his otherwise fierce expression.

“What is this?” He hissed. “Here to protect him? I’m afraid I can’t allow that, Darlin’.”

He took a menacing step towards her as she raised her arms in placation, even as she prepared to dodge his blow.

“Take another step and I’ll tear out your liver.”

Caroline didn’t allow the sound of Klaus’ voice to soften the wariness in her spine, no matter how much she longed to. She also didn’t take her eyes off Kol, even as he turned to sneer at his brother in the doorway.

“Don’t you have any original threats, brother. First daggers now my liver. Besides-” his slight pause was all the warning she had, and thankfully all the warning she needed. She just managed to dodge his blow, though he was uncomfortably close as he snarled, “you’re not invited in.”

Flashing closer to the entrance, she was able to hear every bit of menace in Klaus’ voice. (If both monster and woman were a bit flattered by his protectiveness... well she ignored that for now too).

“Do you think I’ve forgotten how to dismantle a house until ownership means nothing, because I assure you, Kol, I have not.”

Kol chuckled darkly. “And in the time it takes you to do so? What do you think shall happen to this tasty little thing, hm?”

Caroline still wasn’t looking at Klaus, but she felt the way the air shifted. Suspected that his eyes were burning Wolf gold behind her.

“Nothing,” he uttered with a frightening matter-of-factness, “if you don’t wish to be begging for a dagger by the time I am through with you.”

Something hateful shifted on Kol’s face and despite how all her instincts screamed at her to stay silent, Caroline knew she could not. Not when they were on the verge of dangerous escalation.

“Enough!” She yelled, startling both brothers, for all that they were partially arguing about her. Steadied herself as both their regard shifted. “There are far more important things we should be discussing.”

“Oh? And what things are those, Darlin’.”

It was obvious Kol wasn’t taking her seriously in the slightest. Irritating though unsurprising. That quickly changed when she uttered her next words.

“Things such as Silas.”

There was a moment of stunned silence before both Mikaelson’s spoke. Kol now serious and mildly suspicious. Klaus incredulous.

“However did a baby vampire from Mystic Falls learn anything of Silas?”

“Sweetheart, you can’t believe such utter rot.”

With both Originals now clearly hungry for answers and the mounting list of things Caroline knew she must do, she almost regretted stepping in to save Kol.

Almost.

For all that she had never met the man prior, despite the apparent witchy shenanigans involved in his resurrection, most people agreed that he was a bit of a psycho. And this demonstration certainly did nothing to help his case. However, he was also Klaus’ brother, and Caroline well remembered the devastation on his face when Kol had died. How Klaus lashed out. How she was honestly stunned in retrospect that he hadn’t massacred the town in vengeance. And more than that it was the right thing to do. If not for Kol than for the thousands of uninvolved vampires that would have dropped dead with him.

Still, all that didn’t make what she needed to say, eventually needed believed any bit easier.

Caroline took a breath, dearly wishing to rub at the tension in her face, but knowing better than to drop her guard.

“Look, it’s a long story and I’d rather not be here when my friends wake up. There’ll be enough yelling as is, so if we could maybe move this little powwow elsewhere that would be great.”

---

So I still have more ideas for this, but my muse is flagging so I’m stopping here before it becomes crappy. May add more later

#Klaroline #KCAUWeek2019 #Klaroline Fanfiction #Klaroline Drabbles #Klaroline Edits #Klaroline Photosets #Klaroline Aesthetics #My Writing #My Edits

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neokollection · 6 years ago

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Manipulative ㅡ Jaehyun (M)

‘Can I request dry humping with Jaehyun pls? Like really smutty and dirty talk etc.’ srry not dirty talk + ‘Fluff’

Word Count: 1.7K

A/N: I’m not even that into dry-humping, but for some reason, this ask- And imagining it with Jae made me into it. I think I’m in a Jae phase. oop didn’t proofread either

“You’re lovey today,” you murmured, raking your hands through Jaehyun’s soft hair before tugging at the darkening roots to ply his plump cheek from your own.

“I always am,” he teased, shifting his weight from leaning upon your shoulder to draping his torso over you, his hands melding with the armrest and sofa cushions on either side of you, “The question is, why aren’t you being lovey?”

“I’m busy,” you whined, angling your phone from him.

“Doing what?” he prodded, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder to catch a glimpse of what you were hiding.

With a seamless motion, you turned off your phone screen as Jaehyun reached for it. A playful grin toyed at his petal-pink lips, his soft dimples introducing themselves once more.

“So, that’s how it is?”

Your hand met his cheek as you attempted to push him away. He shook off your hand fervently, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he dove forward, dropping your phone on the plush cushions as his hands grappled onto your thighs sloppily, tugging you from your previous position to lay upon the cushions below him. Your shorts hiked up your thighs, your soft cotton t-shirt drug to bunch around your waist. He straddled you unceremoniously, drawing back, the harmony of each of your giggles filling the room.

“Stop!”

You writhed beneath him, tossing your hands to his broad chest, fisting his navy t-shirt. His disheveled bangs hung low, his soft cheeks begging to be held and pinched.

“You,” he began, “...are going to unlock this-”

He wore a huge grin and although you knew your demise would come swiftly, you couldn’t help but giggle along. Fumbling, he found your phone tucked beneath the cushions, his weight settling onto your hips. Your hands balled into fists as he activated the screen, smiling as he was faced with one of his recent selfies.

“You’re heavy,” you wheezed, bucking your hips upward against his own in an attempt to alleviate the pressure.

His brows jumped at the suddenness, his wide eyes meeting your own before seating his weigh deeper.

“Naughty girl,” he shot, activating your phone screen once more before snagging one of your balled fists.

He laughed maniacally as he attempted to extend your thumb to unlock your phone- His strength beat your own however and you screeched as he brought your thumb bad to your phone, unlocking it.

“Jae! No! Stop!” you pleaded, knowing you’d be teased endlessly when his gaze landed upon the fan fiction you’d been reading previously.

He’d caught you once before reading about him and teased you relentlessly, reading the corny dialogue aloud and shaming you for wasting your time.

“Again?” he questioned, his smile just as wide as ever.

“I started it before you came over!”

He guffawed at your excuse.

“It’s really good! You’re a secret agent in it-” you offered.

He made a hum of appreciation, his eyes locked on the screen a few moments longer before tossing your phone over his shoulder onto the cushions.

“Be careful,” you muttered, squirming beneath his weight.

He shifted his weight from atop your hips to your thighs, tugging one of your legs out from beneath him to crook around his hip. He dove down to your collar, saline lips peppering kisses along the soft skin as you turned your face from him in an attempt to shield your lips, leaving your neck exposed. His crotch ground against your own, his knees digging into the polyester sofa cushions. His hands held your shoulders as his lips migrated from the curvature of your collarbone to the taut flesh of your neck, begging to be abused. Sucking upon the skin tenderly, he groaned in appreciation as your hips squirmed against his own. You cocked your head to the side, your shoulders shrugging suddenly.

“It tickles-”

Jaehyun drew back momentarily before colliding his lips with your skin once more, this time sucking harshly, his teeth digging into your tender flesh.

“Don’t leave marks,” you whined.

“Why?”

He shifted his weight to his forearms on either side of you, releasing your shoulders and allowing you to comfortably bring your hands to his face. Cupping his cheeks, you halted him as he leant down to meet your lips, his sparkling gaze like embers crackling in a dark abyss. The tip of his nose brushed your own affectionately, causing you to want to giggle and turn away to hide, yet you had to keep your composure- He wouldn’t allow you to hide your blushing face anyway, likely to pin your hands above your head.

“They’re hard to hide,” you admitted.

Your answer was a weak excuse- You didn’t mind when he’d leave marks and bruises in his wake; you just liked playing hard-to-get and defiant. He took your reply as a grain of salt due to the sly way you grinned. Your noses brushed together gently thrice more before he stole a sudden kiss.

Reds, pinks, and purples blossomed upon your skin, your once blank canvas of a neck and collar dotted with splotches as an artist did his work, or vandalism you could say- You’d managed to get your other leg from beneath him, draping them both around his lithe waist to keep him close. Your fingers woven in his tresses hugged and tugged him to and fro. You couldn’t contain the mewls and pants as his hot tongue and plush lips laved at your skin. Your eyes were screwed shut as you tried to keep quiet, not wanting to fuel his ego, yet pulling him impossibly closer. You drew his swollen lips from your jaw, coaxing them to meld with your searing lips. Cheekily, your lips pulled into a tight grin, attempting to withhold the chuckle that bubbled in your chest. He drew back, his expression mirroring your own.

“I love you~”

“I love you too-”

“I love you more!”

You let out a squeal as he dove to the other side of your neck, leaving love bites in his wake.

“Stop!” you whined, his lips having already pestered your skin for long enough.

“It’s my hobby,” he crooned playfully.

He relented, resting his cheek against the fabric at the valley of your breasts. Your back arched as his hands dug beneath your waist in an attempt to embrace you. For the past ten minutes, his blood rushed to his soft cock, stiffening it. The tent in his sweatpants pressed snugly between your thighs. Your legs dropped from embracing his waist to limply buffering his hips. Gently, his hips ground against your own, nuzzling his cheek. With a sigh, his name fell from your lips.

“Not now,” you muttered, it was only mid-afternoon.

“I need you,” he pouted.

You were too beat to go through the motions of foreplay and a rough round with your needy man; knowing his stamina- possibly another.

“How’s this?” he questioned, continuing his motions, “Just this-”

You gave a hum, knowing he wouldn’t relent. His back arching and relaxing as he humped gently before stilling and grinding roughly. Soft grunts and appreciative moans left him as he clung to you.

“You’ll make a mess,” you whispered.

“I can change,” he muttered, not caring if he sullied himself.

Huffs and hums became music to your ears as your back arched, the sensation of his stiff tent grinding into your sensitive clit.

With sudden vigor Jaehyun slumped, his weight dispersing onto your frame. Followed by a jerked groan, he quieted, his loud breaths filling the room accompanied by your own.

“It’s sticky,” he muttered with a pout.

Patting his cheek gently, you admonished him to keep his eyes open- to stay awake and take care of the spilt mess in his pants.

“I love you,” he repeated.

“You are trouble,” you complained.

“How?”

“You seem so sweet and innocent, but you’re a horny mess-”

He chuckled, drawing back to meet your gaze-

“This better not be as bad as I think it is when I walk into that bathroom and see my reflection,” you threatened, pointing to your neck.

He hummed in thought.

“Well, stay here then-”

He didn’t even attempt to block your escape, sitting up on the couch and raking a hand through his disheveled hair. A theatrical ‘O my God!’ left you as you disappeared into the bathroom. Quick paddings of steps made their way toward you.

“You are so rude!” you shot, “How am I supposed to cover this up?!”

Knowing your come after him, he heaved you by your waist, quickly dropping you out the doorway and slamming the door, careful to lock it.

“Hey!” you chided, slapping a hand on the door.

“I’m cleaning up,” he complained, as if he wasn’t aware of your complaints.

His sweatpants fell to the floor, the sticky white cum coating his length as well as the inside of his pants. He stripped himself of his shirt before turning on the shower. Hesitantly, he touched his sullied length, a small grin gracing his features as he awed at how this sticky mess was all due to you.

Jaehyun called your name as he felt his member stiffen once more, growing with desire.

“Do you uh- Want to do it for real?”

Scoffing in disbelief, you slapped the door once again.

“What?”

He opened the door slightly and you were able to see his naked form, his pectorals flexing slightly as he covered himself. His gaze flitted from yours to where his hand covered before meeting your gaze once again.

“No,” you huffed, “You’re on probation.”

“What? Why?” he drawled.

He already knew, you didn’t need to explain.

“Come on-” he tried, “You liked it~”

“Well, yeah- I’m weak for my manipulative boyfriend.”

“I’m not manipulative...”

“Yes, you are! Stop acting innocent- That stupid smile and dumb dimples!” you argued pointedly, “You sweet talk to get whatever you want-”

You weren’t mad; his techniques were rather impressive and you did admit you didn’t mind being wrapped around his finger, it was just as beneficial for you as him... most of the time.

He chuckled again before closing the door, accepting defeat and impatient to take care of himself in the shower.

“Let’s snuggle after-”

#jaehyun #nct smut #jaehyun smut #nct scenario #jaehyun scenario #yoonoh smut

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lovelydodie · 6 years ago

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runnin' til i crashed into you

summary: roman really wants to meet his soulmate, sooner rather than later, preferably.

warnings: none!

pairings: logince, brief moxiety

a/n: human!au soulmate edition! i really wanted to get this out bc it literally wouldnt leave my head rip. for the soulmate aspect: just imagine the eye sparkle connection from hotel transylvania lmao ,,also unbetaed and maybe ooc? pls be gentle im soft for this also logince isnt one of my fave ships but this idea just fit them! pls enjoy and let me know what u think! title from dont you go by all time low!

Roman has always dreamed of his soulmate since he was a little boy. Always thinking of what they would like, sound like, just be like.

The idea that someone out there was made to love him, and someone out there was made to be loved by him gave him butterflies. He was ready for them, ready to love them with his whole heart.

Ever since his best friend, Patton, had met his soulmate, Virgil, he's imagined every night how he would meet them. Would it be a soft moment, where they realized they were it for each other?

Would Roman immediately know they were his soulmate? Would they be happy?

“Roman!”

Roman snapped out his daydream by Patton’s voice, calling his attention toward his best friend. “Sorry, my dearest Patton, I was daydreaming of my future beloved again.”

“Couldn't tell, kiddo,” Patton giggled, as Virgil wrapped an arm around him, Roman’s chest squeezed with envy. “It'll be soon, Ro, just gotta let fate take hold.”

Roman groaned, crossing his arms, “I hope it's soon, as much as I love watching you two be happy and sickeningly in love,” Roman smiled sadly, “I want that for myself too.”

Patton and Virgil gave Roman sympathetic smiles, before carefully considering their words.

Eventually, it was Virgil who said something, “Let fate be Roman, if you constantly wonder or try to meet your soulmate before fate’s ready, you'll drive yourself crazy.”

Patton hums in agreement with his boyfriend, “Exactly, kiddo!” he says, “Who knows, you could meet them tomorrow!”

“Wouldn't that be the dream?” Roman laughs.

But fate has a funny way of going about things.

---

Roman was running late, very late.

His alarm didn't go off, so he overslept an hour and his car wouldn't start so he had to wait for the bus, which was also late.

So here was he, running like a maniac down the street as fast as he could, dodging annoyed men and women, yelling apologies quickly.

Next thing, Roman feels himself collide with a body and they both fall to ground.

“I’m sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, are you alright?” the stranger asks.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Roman starts, but is quickly cutting himself off as he looks up at the stranger, the quick sparkle in his eyes and the thrumming in his veins tells him everything he needs to know. “More than fine, actually.”

The stranger chuckles, and oh fuck, Roman’s already gone. “Didn't think this would be the way I would meet you, I’m Logan, Logan Foster.” Logan extends his hand to help Roman up.

Roman starts grinning as he accepts the offer and gets pulled up to his feet, “Roman, Roman Prince,” he says, breathless. “I've been waiting forever and a day for you.”

Logan smiles, and oh no, it's soft. Nothing could've prepared Roman for everything he was feeling at this moment. Everything he had done in his life was leading up to this very moment, and now it was here.

“Likewise, Roman,” Logan said.

“I hate to cut this conversation short, Logan, but I really need to go,” Roman explained sadly, Logan visibly deflating, “But if I could get your number, maybe we can get to know each other?” Roman asks hopefully.

Logan nods as he pulls out his phone, “That would be agreeable, and perhaps we could go out on a date, whenever you're available?” Logan adds.

“Definitely,” Roman agrees, grin never leaving his face as he enters his number into Logan's phone. “There I texted myself so now I have your number, too!”

Logan nods as he pockets his phone, “It was lovely to meet you, Roman.” Logan says he starts to make his way down the street.

“You too, Logan!” Roman shouts as he takes off running again. This time with a new pep in his step.

Leave it to Patton to accurately guess when he would meet his forever.

#liss wrote a thing #this was typed on my phone after i got off work so pls be gentle with me ahdjfu #sanders sides #logince #moxiety #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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Technicolor (Shalaska) Chapter 4 - Catrina

A/N: Hello! Nothing to say more than thanks for reading the shit I write! This may not be my best chapter, it isn’t masterpiece but I swear to god I tried. Enjoy and pls tell your opinion about it!!

Story summary: The powerful Alaska Thunder knew her life was boring, like a monochromatic painting she was stuck in. So when she meets a charming mess with thick lips called Sharon Needles, Alaska knew she would be the perfect push that her life needed to go into technicolor.

Chapter summary: After a weird yet bad first date, Alaska tries to find out what happened to Sharon.

Chapter four: “A calmer side”

Alaska dropped her purse and ran to the door, kneeling to hold Sharon’s face between her hands.

“Sharon? Can you hear me?” when there was no answer, Alaska looked up to the few people doing a circle around them. “What the fuck are you looking at!? Someone call an ambulance now!”

Bianca gestured to a waitress who pulled a phone almost immediately.

“The ambulance will be here in twenty minutes!” she claimed to a desperate Alaska.

Bianca kneeled and took Sharon’s arm to check her pulse. When her hand reached her wrist, she gasped. “Alaska, she’s not breathing”

“What?” she felt her heart stopped. Twenty minutes was too much. She couldn’t wait that long. “Help me pick her up and take her to my car, I can’t wait twenty minutes”

With Bianca and other guys who Alaska didn’t even bother to ask his name’s help, she could place her motionless body over the back seat and only minutes after that, she found herself driving as fast as she could to the nearest hospital.

“You’re gonna get a fucking cop to follow us if you drive like a maniac!” Bianca, who was scared shitless, grabbing the seat on an attempt to stay safe, yelled. “Watch out!”

But she wasn’t listening. All in her mind was the way to get to the emergency room as fast as possible.

Only minutes ago Alaska stormed the emergency room with Sharon in her arms and Bianca following her very close. Someone took Sharon and carried her inside the terrifying white doors in the background while a nurse gave her a form to fulfill. Alaska apologized saying she couldn’t give more information out of her name and finally, they left her in the waiting room with a simple “she’s gonna be okay” from the nurse, leaving Alaska to take a seat in the middle of an awful despair.

“Hey” a soft voice flooded her ears and a touch met her shoulder. She looked up to greet Bianca, holding an open bottle of water out for her. Alaska didn’t even notice she had gone. “Any news?”

“Nothing” she sipped on the water quickly.

Bianca sat and for a minute both of them were in completely silence, with the sound of two nurses chatting in the other side of the room in the background.

“Are you gonna explain me who she is or are you gonna avoid the topic and expect me to guess?” Bianca finally spoke.

Alaska knew she could trust her. That was why, when she asked, she answered with no hesitation.

“Remember Harry? My dad’s friend who worked on the company?”

“I don’t like where this is going” the brunette hummed suspiciously.

“She’s his daughter” Alaska replied simply. For her surprise, Bianca was completely calm.

“And you’re dating” she guessed.

Alaska shrugged tiredly, not even bothering to tell Bianca the fact she had met Sharon only days before. “You can say that, yeah”

“Nice” her friend commented. “Is your family okay? I really haven’t seen you in ages”

“My parents are in Florida enjoying another honeymoon and Justin is in France opening a new gallery” she sipped on the water again, seeing Bianca nodding in the corner of her eye. “He’s coming back next week, I guess. I’m not too sure”

“You should come to the restaurant and have dinner with me someday” Bianca’s eyes were flying on the emergency room, her attention displayed on the white walls. “We have a lot of things to talk about”

“Sounds good”

“And you can bring Shannon”

“Sharon” the blonde corrected with a smile. For a moment, she stayed in silence, thoughtful. “Yeah. I bet she would like to go”

A short nurse walked to them, holding some papers. “Excuse me, did you come with— this girl, she has black hair and a tattoo over her shoulder?” she stuttered in a little voice, trying to express herself by pointing at her own shoulder.

Alaska looked up hopefully and nodded eagerly. “Yes! How is she? Is she okay?”

“Follow me, please” was the only thing the nurse said. Alaska opened her mouth in confusion, but Bianca pushed her off of the chair.

She gave in and handing Bianca the bottle followed the nurse to the white doors Sharon was taken to. Alaska saw doctors and nurses running from one side to another with bottles and needles and any type of medical tools. The big room was divided in smaller ones by blue curtains. Some of them were open, where Alaska could see kids and people coughing. In other ones the curtains were closed and screaming came from inside.

Alaska swallowed hard but decided to not ask anything as followed the nurse. The short woman grabbed the curtain of one of the last rooms, where Alaska thought Sharon was, and whispered to the blonde:

“We don’t know what happened to her, but whatever it was, it caused a shock really hard” she warned. “She’ll be fine, just needs some rest and vitamins. These kind of things are caused by very intense feelings”

Alaska nodded.

“She asked for you and since she was a little upset I decided to call you” she talked again. “But before you take her home, could you stay a minute for me to talk with you?”

Alaska nodded again (what else could she do?) and with her affirmative move, the nurse opened the curtain to reveal Sharon.

She was sitting in a small stretcher, her eyes locked to the floor and her hair made a mess. When the nurse touched her arm, she jumped.

“I brought your friend” the woman said sweetly.

“Hello” Alaska looked for her gaze, but Sharon refused to look up.

“I’ll let you alone for a minute but I’ll be outside, call me if you need anything” the nurse turned to Alaska, who again, only could nod.

When she left, Sharon sighed and finally looked at Alaska, but she couldn’t recognize her. It wasn’t the beautiful strong girl she had met, she looked broken. “Don’t ask, please. I’m sorry for tonight, this is so embarrassing”

Alaska had questions. A lot. But all of them seemed to disappear at Sharon’s words. If she didn’t wanna talk about it, they won’t.

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Hospitals are amazing for a first date, don’t you think?” she joked instead, sitting on the stretcher by her.

“Only if you like to drink cough syrup instead of wine” she joked back with a weak smile.

“Are you kidding!? I love drinking cough syrup! And taking painkillers as dessert!”

Sharon’s laugh filled the room and Alaska smiled. She was glad she could make her laugh even in the gaunt state she was. But even then, Alaska couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her.

“Do you wanna go now? This shit isn’t really comfortable” Alaska said with a giggle.

“Sure” Sharon sighed. “Just let me get some money for a cab—”

“What? No way, I’m driving you” she stated. Sharon knew that tone in her, it was the same she used to talk to her employees for them to do as she said without question her.

And for some reason, the fact that Alaska used it with her, made her heart jump in her chest. Any other time Sharon would probably have said no, but everything that came from Alaska was so beautiful she couldn’t resist to the idea of spending even more time with her.

Sharon got up slowly, her figure looking so small and weak from Alaska’s eyes, who only wanted to hold her and protect her from any fall. “Don’t, I can walk” Sharon had said, reading her thoughts.

Alaska let her walk outside the curtain and following her saw in the corner of her eye she could see the nurse, who must have heard their conversation, and remembered she had asked her to stay.

“Look for my friend Bianca outside, she’s the one with the long dress and weird hair. I’ll be there in a second” she told her. Sharon looked back for a moment, maybe thinking how the fuck would se find Bianca but shrugged and walked away.

Alaska turned to the short woman in white uniform. She was already looking at her, with sad eyes filled with curiosity. “Thanks for staying. Would you tell me where your friend was before she passed out?”

“She arrived to a restaurant. We were gonna have dinner there” she simply replied. “Why?”

“And where she was before that?”

“I heard her saying she was at work. Why?” she asked again.

“I found marks on her arms, neck and cheek. I needed to tell you this since if someone attacked her I must call the police”

Alaska blinked. Her mind wasn’t working as she wished it would, so she couldn’t do more. “I don't— someone attacked her?”

“She didn’t say a word about it, but if so I have to call the police. It’s the instruction we have to follow” she repeated to a confused Alaska.

“I’ll ask her later” she promised. “If something is wrong I’ll call the police myself, I swear. She doesn’t wanna talk about it now. Please”

The nurse seemed doubtful, but accepted anyways. Alaska gave her a little smile and a nod before going back to the waiting room.

If Alaska had questions before, she had a lot more now, but she would wait Sharon to be ready and tell her what had happened. Of course she would wait.

Once she got outside, she saw Sharon talking to another nurse and signing some papers as Bianca was at the door. Her friend looked at her, but before Alaska could walk at her a hand made its way to hers.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here” Sharon’s soft voice made her smile and walk a little faster, squeezing her hand between her fingers.

Bianca insisted she was driving and with that statement, Sharon and Alaska got into the back seats with their hands still on each other.

Alaska’s curious eyes couldn’t help but to look down on Sharon’s arms where the street light hit, only to noticing a little mark around her elbow. She sighed. “Sharon��

The tone alarmed something in the other girl, who looked through her lashes completely scared. “Yes?”

But instead of asking or claiming anything, she simply held her hand a little tighter, learning forward to caress her cheek with her nose. “Would you promise me our next date won’t be in a hospital?”

Even when Bianca seemed to be focused on the road, Alaska heard her giggling and Sharon laughed, relief filling her chest. “I promise”

Bianca stopped the car in the parking lot of The Dot and pulled put of the it with a simple “bye”. Alaska raised her head lazily from Sharon’s shoulder. “I’ll go to the other seat to drive you home now”

Just like a blurry memory, minutes ran away and Alaska suddenly found herself in Sharon’s apartment after a long silent trip. Her first idea was to take her home and go to her own place, but she couldn’t resist Sharon’s request for her to stay.

The apartment was in the second floor of a small building and it was everything she could ever think represented Sharon. It was stupid, but she had imagined it all in her mind before, and it was exactly was how she had pictured it; adorably decorated with horror movies posters and pictures hanging in the living wall, black and white being the colors that pre-dominated in all the furniture, a smell Alaska liked but couldn’t identify yet, there was Sharon’s essence all over the place.

“This is pretty” she praised when the cold air stopped hitting her cheeks, checking the place out.

Sharon stepped back from closing the door and gestured for her to the only couch there. “Thanks… I don’t receive visits that often so… do you want something to drink?”

“Anything you’re having”

While Sharon approached to the kitchen, Alaska sat on the couch and breathed out trying to relax. For some reason, the nurse’s words kept floating on her mind. The will to ask was in the tip of her tongue, but her common sense just kept pushing it back every time.

To distract herself, she looked at one of the pictures in the wall of Sharon with her father.

What would the poor man think about his boss dating his little daughter? Alaska wanted to punch herself. It’s not the best time to shame, she thought.

“I low key wanted to get something romantic like champagne or some shit like that but it’s over so I got beer” Sharon giggled as she walked back to the little living. Alaska was about to say something when she placed a glass in front of her. “And since you don’t drink beer, I got you lemonade”

“How did you know I don’t drink beer?” Alaska took the glass with a grateful smile.

“You told me days ago, we were talking about gross food and you mentioned beer” she simply replied like if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Of course Sharon would remember a trivial conversation they had days before. Alaska started thinking she remembered everything.

Sharon sat in the small couch and sipped on her beer shortly. Alaska did the same, at the spontaneous change of atmosphere. Suddenly, everything seemed intimate and calm, as the only lights were in the kitchen, so they were sitting there in almost darkness.

The silence felt just right, words weren’t necessary at all.

The will to ask attacked Alaska again, but this time, her common sense wasn’t able to stop it. Her hand went to Sharon’s arm, nails running on the skin until she got to one of the marks. She felt Sharon tensing up.

“May I ask something?” first of all, she knew she had to be careful, so her voice came out as a whisper.

Sharon knew what was happening, she wasn’t dumb. With a nod she made Alaska know she was ready.

“Did someone hurt you?”

Even when Sharon thought she was ready to answer her questions, it fell on her like cold water. She could feel Alaska’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t look up from her beer.

If was when some lips pressed on her own when she realized she had closed her eyes for a second. She looked at the girl curled by her; at her face, her gaze, her open lips waiting for permission to go back to hers where they belonged.

And then Sharon could see more. She could see beyond her body, she saw her soul and thoughts, and she kissed her again.

Her lips were grateful they could forget the taste of the guy who broke into them hours before to remember Alaska’s softness against them as any pressure in her body seemed to disappear.

Seconds ram as the kiss became more intense, until they both were craving for air. Contact was broken and they looked at each other for a moment with shining eyes.

Sharon sighed and heavily learned backwards as she looked away.

“As a child, kids used to be mean at me all the time” her voice came out shaky and weak and Alaska wanted to ask again but desisted. “They called me horrible names, some of them pulled my hair and pushed me when I was walking. My teachers told me to ignore it”

The security Alaska was used to see in Sharon had stepped aside to let a shy little girl take place over her.

And what could Alaska do? Shut up and listen.

“My parents never knew, I tried to fight it on my own so they didn’t have to worry” Sharon explained. “I tried everything. I changed myself to fit in, I did all they did so they could like me but it didn’t work so what could I do? I decided then, if they weren’t gonna like me, I’ll have to make them to fear me. I went to other school and suddenly I was this mean bitch who only had one friend, Sutan. I insulted people but at least they didn’t step on me, they thought I wasn’t weak as others so I could stay outside that ‘predators and victims’ circle”

“I promised myself I’d never let anybody to take control over me anymore” then she looked down at her arm, tracing the mark with her fingers. “But sometimes you can’t avoid it, I guess…”

“Who was it?” Alaska demanded, angrily pursing her lips.

“His name is Alex, he has been looking forward for me since I started working in the store. At the beginning it was cute, he used to give me gifts and pay lunch for me, but then… it became weird…” she swallowed hard. “It started with the ridiculous jealously. Where were you? What are you doing? Ware you talking with? That kind of shit. It tried to ignore it but today he went insane when I told him I was going on a date”

“Fucking asshole…” Alaska gasped. “What did he do?”

“He hit me and held me down to kiss me with those gross ass lips that tasted like Cheetos” Sharon replied with distaste and sighed.

Alaska squeezed the glass in her hand. “I sweat to god tomorrow I’ll call the best lawyer in Pennsylvania and we’ll bury his ass in jail”

“No, Alaska…” she shook her head tiredly.

“This is not something you can ignore. He has to pay!”

“It’s okay. He won’t touch me again” Sharon assured.

Alaska wanted to believe her. But what if he did? What if Sharon was alone— what if he dared to do more a next time than a few punches?

“No, of course he won’t” she stated. “And I’ll make sure that, but if you don’t want me to call a lawyer we’re gonna do something about it”

Sharon learned forward to a little table next to the couch and took a cigarette from a drawer. Before she could take the lighter that was over the table, she raised a brow. “Do something?” she asked with the cigarette already between her lips.

“Yes!” Alaska nodded.

“And what do you have in mind?” Sharon challenged as she lit the cigarette and Alaska admired the security going back to her almost automatically. The deep moment of weakness she had had ended and Alaska was grateful for that.

She hated the idea of Sharon being sad and not being able to help her, to protect her. But when Alaska saw her blowing the smoke into the air and looking as breathtaking as only she could look, she knew Sharon didn’t need someone to protect her.

Alaska bit her lip. She didn’t expect that question and she had to act fast. “I can’t let you go to that store again knowing he’s there… I know Michelle Visage, I can get you a job with her!”

Sharon looked at her as she almost choked on the smoke. “You know who!?”

“Michelle Visage” Alaska repeated, weird out. “Do you know her?”

“Me and all the fucking America!” Sharon’s mouth was a little O. “She is a badass in the make up world, she has her own cosmetic line!”

“Oh, I didn’t know she was that famous” Alaska admitted. “My company manage the insurances for her house and car so we had to talk a few times, she’s nice”

“Oh my satan, you’re friends with Michelle Visage!”

“I’m getting you a job with her in one of her stores” Alaska smiled.

Sharon shook her head violently. “No, definitely no, I’m not letting you do this. Working with Michelle would be great, I mean, she has been one of my biggest idols since I started doing make up and I would meet important people and go to those big ass parties with celebrities and drink expensive champagne with them but…”

Sharon’s word were cut by Alaska’s lip pressing over hers for a moment. She could be mad for the cut off, but instead, continued the kiss and bit Alaska’s lip softly.

“Why did you do that?” Sharon asked once they had broke contact.

“You won’t shut up” Alaska excused with a smirk.

“You’re a bitch” Sharon breathed a laugh, blowing the smoke of her last drag at her face. She offered the cigarette to Alaska. “You never said anything about smoking”

“I don’t go it since college. Justin and I would go to his apartment out of the city to do it since our parents hated it and we visited them all the weekends” Alaska stopped for two seconds before taking the cigarette. “But my parents aren’t here now”

“Rules are made to break” Sharon smiled as she looked lovingly how the smoke ran out of her mouth. “Aw, now I feel I’m a bad influence for you”

And maybe she was. Alaska ended up finishing the cigarette, but the other girl wasn’t bothered. In fact, Sharon seemed more than happy to watch her in complete silence.

When she finally buried what was left of the cigarette in a the ashtray over the table, she pulled out her phone just to know it was 12:43 a.m.

Time was Alaska’s worst enemy, no doubt about it. It was annoying and used to confuse her to death.

Sharon’s soft breathing and closed eyes made her know she was already asleep. Alaska sighed, she had to go but she couldn’t wake her up, the day had been too tiring for her.

She was about to stand up when a hand held her waist.

“Stay” said a sleepy Sharon.

“I can’t” she shook her head.

“Why? It’s Friday, you don’t have to work tomorrow. Please”

Then she nodded. Ironic, that was the first time she would stay in somebody’s place just to sleep, not to fuck. And she was surprised it actually felt nice.

Really nice.

#sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #bianca del rio #shalaska #cisgirl au #lesbian au #catrina #technicolor #rpdr fanfiction

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chaeunwoo-archive · 7 years ago

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moonbin | astro

(done with @rockoaroundthechristmastree, @rockytheastroid, @astrofireworks, @jinwoosmile, @ongbins and @jakganim)

MASTERLIST LINK

1998 Jan 26

Cheongju son

Visual 4/6

How to recognise moonbean: smol upper lip, looks like a cat

JUST FUCKIN SHOOK US BY APPEARING WITH BLUE-GREY HAIR WHAT THE HECK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Baby: red, crescent moon

Was a child actor/model

liSTEN

BABY MOONBIN

IS MY SHIT !!!!!!

Baby Binnie singing

GROWN UP BIN RECREATING IT

Baby Binnie doing the train song!!

GROWN UP BIN RECREATING THE TRAIN SONG

A full cutie / Baby Bin charming everyone / Bin and Sua playing

Was also in a Samsung CF jesus christ what a cutie

Appeared as Baby Yunho in DBSK’s Balloons

Bet you didn’t know he had a dance practice video too

I love embarrassing Bin videos I need a video of him reacting to this

More embarrassing videos he’s bringing sexy back y’all

Was also in Boys Over Flowers as baby F4

cute-ass nicknames

Resident “pupcat” for looking ‘chic’ when he’s straight faced and being energetic and happy and puppy-like when he smiles

문비글: moon beagle because he gets all excited i love him

“YuNo Moonbin” because Baby Yunho in DBSK’s Balloons

“Jelly boy” because of his one line in Confession (“Hey baby 그 앨 잊어“ = “hey baby, forget about him”) that sounded like “hey baby 겔리줘” (hey baby, give me jelly)

콩 = bean

차은우 덕후 = Cha Eunwoo Maniac

Listen he’s such a big Eunwoo stan

#TeamSoap (Just so you know, arohas didn’t come up with the name ‘Binu’, they came up with it (”Team Soap”) themselves )

explained it by saying 빈 (Bin) + 우 (Woo) = 비누 (Soap)

Roommates

Picked each other in OK!Ready and have been living in the same room ever since

in the recent Night Night show they did Eunwoo said that if he could pick roommates again, he’d still pick Bin

Used to call eunwoo (은우) “eu-noo” (으누) as a cute nickname

“Eu-noo Eu-noo Cha-Eu-Noo!!”

Eunwoo saved Bin on his phone (predebut though, idk how accurate this is rn) as 달콩 (literally translates into moon bean) and fun fact coincidence or not you decide it’s also the second half of 알콩달콩 (lovey dovey) :’)

Jokes aside he’s really Eunwoo’s best friend he’s Eunwoo’s hypeman

Claims Eunwoo is the most beautiful creature on earth

“Is he really human? How can someone that looks like him exist?”

Eunwoo thinks Bin is the most handsome I love supportive friends ;u;

Bin to Sanha during the 600 day broadcast: did i say you can take the meat

Also Bin: feeds Eunwoo “be careful it’s hot”

문초딩: basically saying he has a mind of a nine year old i’m crying i bet he giggles at dick jokes

쿨빈: “cool bin” i mean he’s cool sometimes i guess,,,,,, a nerd,

Also recently pointed out during ASC as the sexiest member in astro so

빈스틸러: “bin stealer” - basically (sf9 taeyang voice) scene steAlerRr

정수리감별사: he can distinguish people by smelling the top of their heads bless him

Has a ridiculously refined sense of olfaction - can literally smell every member apart from one another

Literally suffers every time he’s asked to do this by mcs; has done it on Weekly Idol and Immigration and the latest Special Sunday

문밥: mOON RICE THE CUTEST NICKNAME because he loves to eat bless his soul

loves babies to no end

But so does the whole of astro so

can run real fuckin fast

Got a silver medal in ISAC, got beat out by his buddy Woosung form Snuper only because Woosung’s chest touched the ribbon 0.02 seconds before bless

plays the piano!

Was close to ikon’s Chanwoo and sf9’s Chani and also childhood friends with gfriend’s SinB

THE CUTEST LISTEN he was Chani’s OG “Bin hyung”

Once he met Moonbin in the airport and yelled, “BIN HYUNG!!” and Youngbin got so bitter that Chani called Moonbin “bin hyung” he went on sf9’s vlive a month afterwards to complain and said it was a stab to his heart asjdlhf I love them

Also friends with Seungkwan and Vernon from SVT :’)

LOVES EATING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Joined the fantz and “Right since the start I told the company that I hope they don’t interfere when it comes to food.” this bitch im rly cryign ilove him

Steals MJ’s food, and also probably everyone else’s

Videos of him eating is my passion

Apparently used to make pancakes really often predebut with Astro :’)

Claims to not really like bread but has an entire vlive of him eating bread with rocko

Apparently hates red bean, egg yolks and tofu and chocolate and fish

Still tried to drink the chocolate drink jinjin(?) won from nimdle even though he hates chocolate what is this boy doing

Actually eats so much omg my fave Bin concept is Bin eating

Literally gets fed by EVERYONE ALL THE TIME (peep nimdle broadcast and also his actual CEO getting their manager to buy him [and Eunwoo] food every 10 flippin minutes)

Gets a free pass to do anything anywhere on a vlive??? Gets meat to hold a BBQ party

Holds his own muk-bang broadcasts, on days where he “can’t eat much” still eats for one meal 2 servings of kbbq, a bowl of rice, a large bowl of stew and finishes off with a large bowl of naengmyeon. son,

sleeps a lot

Literally though sanha and jinjin posted a twitter video of them trying to wake bin up it doesn’t work it apparently only works when eunwoo gets him to wake up

Sleeps through sanha and jinjin prodding him but wakes up when eunwoo starts talking in a vlive

Bin said in the harper’s bazaar interview that he doesn’t wake up when the manager calls him to get up but his eyes naturally open when he hears Eunwoo sighing (creds to @astrotranslations)

Bin’s mom even sent in a concern to hello counsellor bc he wouldn’t stop sleeping and couldn’t wake up so really… eunwoo = magic?

Sister is YG trainee Moon Su-Ah

Not sure if she’s still in that disgusting man’s dungeon or if she’s switched companies, pls pray 4 her

She’s a year younger than him and appeared on Unpretty Rapstar

Once Bin went on in the audience wow he was so handsome in that episode bless up

Cannot deal with doing aegyo for the life of him, but is actually super duper naturally adorable

KNOWS he’s cute, in his friggin line play profile he says he’s ASTRO’s cutie so there’s that

Tried to out-aegyo himself once what a fuckin cutie

Loves the dinosaur claw

Oddly talented at using the claw machine even though he said he was horrible but Hyuksoo called him out on it

Showed us a forehead Once during the Growl collab stage with KNK and Snuper (bless their souls pls support the Holy Trinity I’m not saying this collab stage turned me into a Moonbin/Sangil stan but it 100% did)

SWEATER PAWS

His dedication to the sweater paws is incredible

Soft voice, cute voice, slightly grainy

It’s so distinctive you can tell it’s his voice during songs

Says dumb things sometimes

“MY NAME IS MOONBEAN”

“I ANOTHER GIRL LIKE”

”YOU GO HOME”

Once upon a time, a barista - he attempted to make a heart in a latte but made a carrot lookin thing instead (but he tried his darndest)

For context he worked in the fantagio cafe when he was a trainee to make pocket money and to get to interact with people

Was then asked to make a latte heart but failed asjdhflaskj he’s so pure, Pls tell him it looks like a heart ;; all he wants is validation

Makes cute high pitched squealing noises when laughing/embarrassed

Apparently had Crazy Sexy Cool written for him as a solo track djfaslhdkjfahlsdkf a fullass blessing

Mouth corners curve up up up and into his cheeks when he smiles his eyes disappear it’s the cutest thing my heart stops every single time

Stops my heart when he’s not smiling too

Would do anything to see him smile

GRUMPY AS HECK WHEN HE WAKES UP

Pouts immediately it’s so cute my heart is weak he’s exactly like a cat

Trained the longest out of all of ASTRO, at least under Fantagio

Is called “ancient” in some DDOCA hashtags because he and rocko trained under fantagio for 7 years

Is the longest running member of the Fantagio fam, not counting the CEO

Apparently called Manager Moon what a pure bean

Listen we were just talking about this the other day but in 40 years we’re going to wonder about what happened to astro then we’ll google fantagio and something will pop up and it’ll say something like “Moonbin, previously part of idol group Astro, now CEO of Fantagio”

Is a BTS stan smdh

Knows the choreo to literally all of BTS’s songs, including I Need U and DNA smdh

Introduced to Jungkook by Seungjun (now KNK, previously a Bighit trainee)

Got a (literal) shout out too? At Gayo Daejun

Made friends with him and exchanged contact info and has been messaging him :’)

A GOOD PHOTOGRAPHER

Took some predebut photos and also took pictures for the spring up and summer vibes PCs !!!

Photographer name: 달콩작가 (moon bean photographer) :’)

#astro #moonbin #dont be fooled vivi wrote all of this i an eunwoo stan

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darke15 · 3 years ago

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Good morning, Val! @turtleedovee

the callback to alpha one shitting on turner for the politician stuff is hilarious

It makes me giggle 😂😂😂

and i PERSONALLY LOVE how shocked boone and duke are holy cow bro

I'm sure it kinda came out of nowhere for them. Like, one day he's like 'pls babysit my kids' and the next day he's like, 'by the way, i'mma run for the senate...'

jacks disdain for raffa needs to end i need y’all to be the bestest of bros

🤣🤣🤣 I'm working on it

“Where the fuck was Mendez the one time he actually needed him?” i’m going to bet all my money that he heard you struggle and decided not to help because he saw duke headed your way and was like >:)))

He watched from the other side of the room with an evil grin on his face. He even allowed himself a maniacal chuckle as Jack blushed when Duke saved him

“You, uh, should have a spotter—” “You?” “What?” NAHHH BECAUSE WHEN I TELL YOU I HAD TO TURN OFF MY PHONE AND WALK AWAY AFTER I READ THIS IS SENDING ME

🤣🤣🤣 they're too damn cute

“Didn’t say you had to.” She shrugged, her smile falling as he looked at her, “I swing both ways, baby.” now i know why you reblogged that atomic blonde gif set 😃

yessssssssssssss

“What is problem?” He asked, shrugging as he leaned back in his chair, “Looks like lock. It is lock. Simple.” screaming, crying, this is batshit funny

Belov is a dork and I love my rampaging russian so much

His sister had snuck into her room right after he’d come home and called them. She was a loyalist and he was a traitor. STOP NOOO WHEN I TELL YOU I TURNED AWAY FROM MY PHONE WND ALMOST SOBBED

Yeahhhhhh I hurted myself there too

‘Yo, cálmate, güey.’” AHHH WAIT PAUSE PAUSE HOLD ON A SECOND-

😌😌😌 i pause

darke… you have NO IDEA how much that specific line means to me… THAT ONE WORD!! güey is so commonly used within my family and my culture in general and i hear my grandpa, dad, and uncles use it all the time and just seeing it here made me actually scream like i don’t think i’ve ever read a piece of media where that term has been used before in like the proper way and just HABDBSKKA thank you for this this was so exciting to see

Yay! I may only be a sad white girl but I try to listen and I try to learn but, of course, i only learn short slang phrases like: ¡Órale, vato//ese! and my personal fave no mames Ya know, the fun stuff 😏

again going slightly off topic, i personally cant wait to see when they get to pick their code name… or even if they get to pick them but i imagine it like they’re all sitting at a table just dicking around and they’re all trying to come up with cool names. kinda like in carmen sandiego on netflix

I can totes see it but I see it more like this:

youtube

IDK who would be who but I think Raffa would be Eagle 1 and he'd choose Belov as Eagle 2

“Announcing that I’m in the race,” Turner shrugged, adjusting his tie and grabbing a pair of glasses from his coat, “And…visiting a friend.” …🥺🥺oh

😭😭😭

“We’re not good enough friends for that yet. Raffa blinked, cocking his head to the side, “We’re…friends?” “Would you prefer 'bros’?” Jack asked, mirroring Rafael’s confused look. “Yes. Yes, I would.” AHHHHH WHEN I TELL YOU I CHOKED ON MY DRINK THIS IS SO CUTE

I love all of them so much

Was a relationship worth that? A relationship with the leader of the Alphas would only end in ruin. Just like the two Alphas in Alpha One. Nighthawk and Ghost. Everyone had heard tales of their 'love story’ but it had ended in tragedy. Now, it was a cautionary tale.” ouchie you didn’t have to do me like that darke

sowwy

He paused again, cementing their smiles in his head before he spoke again “'Cause I’m really serious about this and I need your support, okay? I need you to believe in me like you always do, okay? Please?” turner omg please i can’t why are making me sad this early in the morning darke PLEASE

Again...sowwy 🥺

well darke once again you have revealed a fanTABULOUS chapter i love how seemlessly weave the mission for boone and duke and the recruits and their origin stories together it just all works so perfectly i love it

UH OHHHHHH-

Thank you so much Val! I'm so glad you liked it 🖤🖤🖤

THE SOLDIER & THE SPY

SEASON 2 : EPISODE 4 — THE TRICKSTER

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Mendez nodded, humming to himself and setting back to work on his paper. He only stayed quiet for a moment more before whispering to Jack,”I won't tell anyone, by the way. I just like giving you shit 'cause you're all high and mighty all the time.”

“What?”

“You know, you’re always like, ‘Don’t call me bro, bro’ and ‘I’m Sergeant Bennet I’m the best at everything I do.’” Mendez mocked him lightly, “And I’m just over here like, ‘Yo, cálmate, güey.’”

Jack scoffed, shaking his head, “I meant what aren't you telling anyone?

“Oh, you know, güey,” Mendez winked with a low whistle, “You and Dugan. Y tu romance secreto.”

“What?”

“I mean, it's not exactly a secret,” he shrugged, “Everyone can see it if they watch you two.”

“Shut up. We're not together,” Jack whispered, “He's not even in to me. I mean, he's with Cavanaugh, right?”

“What?” he asked with a blinked, straightening in his seat, “Nah. You see the way he looked at you today when you about killed yourself? My guy is in to you, bro.”

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♜ THE SOLDIER & THE SPY

⧗ THE RED ROOM

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araniaexumae · 7 years ago

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Do You Want to Fall in Love With Me (and Go to France)? - chapter 1

AN: Hi! This is my first Jily fic so I’m very excited about it. This is going to be a fake dating AU. But between strangers. I hope you like it.

Chapter 2 is now available here

James leaned against the counter of the coffee shop his friend Remus worked at.

“Hey Moony, are you on break soon? I had an idea I wanted to run by you.”

“Well it's not that busy right now so just go ahead. Although if it's to talk about filling Filch's car with apples or some shit, I am very busy and I can't talk right now.”

James put his hand on his heart, taking mock offence. “Apples? Come on Moony, what are we? Amateurs? Obviously we'd pick something stickier. Like those weird honey sweets Peter carries around when he's sick.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he adjusted the blue apron he was wearing. As if to illustrate his previous point, the doorbell jingled. A blonde woman came in and made her way towards the counter, concentrating on the menu which hung above the barista's head. She seemed slightly confused by all the choices available. While Remus left to offer his help to the customer, James took out his phone. After checking his facebook and twitter notifications, which were mostly Peter yelling at everyone about macarons, he opened Matchmakin, the dating app he usually used. He scrolled through the suggested profiles absentmindedly, lifting his eyes every once in a while to check if Remus was coming back soon. He noticed a blur of red disappearing from his screen as he was still scrolling without looking. He went back up and that's when he came across the picture of one Lily Evans, London, a woman with red hair who was quite possibly the love of his life. Because Wow.

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“You do know that app has a messaging system, right? You cannot contact her by staring at her picture for several minutes.”

“Oh sod of, Moony! Just look at her! How could I not?”

“Prongs I can't actually see the picture if you keep shoving it in my face. I know you wear glasses but some of us can actually see just fine by holding the phone at a normal distance.”

“Oh insulting my eyesight? Weak.” Nevertheless, he stopped fidgeting. “Just look.”

“Yeah she's pretty.”

“Pretty? Are we looking at the same picture because that woman is not merely pretty.” This time, James didn't seem to feign being offended.

“Whatever. Don't you have work to do or something?”

“I'm an elementary school teacher. And it's summer? Who's the smart one now, Remus?” James raised his eyebrows, pasting the smuggest smirk on his face.

“Ugh please go annoy Sirius. I have work.”

Prongsie to Sirius Black ft his fans: Remus is cancelled

Wormtail to Sirius Black ft his fans: why

Wormtail to Sirius Black ft his fans: what did moony do

Prongsie to Sirius Black ft his fans: do NOT say the nickname he doesn't deserve it

Sirius to Sirius Black ft his fans: what did I miss

Sirius to Sirius Black ft his fans: did he fill your drink with mustard again

Sirius to Sirius Black ft his fans: Remus wtf you swore you'd wait until I was there to do it again

Sirius to Sirius Black ft his fans: you soLeMnlY swOrE

Sirius to Sirius Black ft his fans: I agree with James, Remus is cancelled

Remus to Sirius Black ft his fans: stop making me text while working

Remus to Sirius Black ft his fans: Also that meme is aweful Sirius let it go

Wormtail to Sirius Black ft his fans: *insert frozen gif*

Sirius to Sirius Black ft his fans: nEveR

Prongsie to Sirius Black ft his fans: can we get back to me pls?

Prongsie to Sirius Black ft his fans: I found my soulmate and Remus deamed it as unworthy of his attentionTM

Sirius to Sirius Black ft his fans: Is it a squirrel?

Prongsie to Sirius Black ft his fans: Sirius is cancelled

Prongs to Wormtail: hey so what should I send?

Wormtail to Prongs: ? Elaborate

Prongs to Wormtail: to Lily!!

Wormtail to Prongs: still no idea what you're on about

Prongs to Wormtail: she's this girl on a dating app and she's way too beautiful dqsjihihkf

Wormtail to Prongs: why are you asking me, I thought padfoot was “the expert with the ladies”

Prongs to Wormtail: lmao he said that in middle school. sirius is gay af

Prongs to Wormtail: and i'm ignoring him

Wormtail to Prongs: because of the squirrel thing?

Prongs to Wormtail: please focus. what should I tell Lily

Wormtail to Prongs: well I'd start with hi

Prongs to Wormtail: no that's lame

Prongs to Wormtail: wait I have a great idea

Wormtail to Prongs: no pickup line

Prongs to Wormtail: I was totally not going to say that

Wormtail to Prongs: oh nvm then go ahead

Prongs to Wormtail: okay so maybe I was going to say that

Marlene to your local girl gang: drinks tonight. meet at 8

“To Mary and her angsty poetry!”, Dorcas shouted to make herself be heard despite the noise in the pub. The girls clinked their glasses together before downing the burning liquid as fast as they could. Mary smiled.

“Thanks girls. It really means a lot.”

“Of course we were going to celebrate. It's not everyday our friend's angsty poetry gets published in a magazine!” Marlene said as she gestured for the bartender to come to buy the next round.

“Will you ever stop calling it that?”, the petite girl asked.

“Probably not.” Lily admitted. She squeezed her friend's hand over the table. “We are all really proud of you, Mary.”

Marlene cut in. “Alright enough sentiment guys. Let's drink!”

DO YOU WANT TO TRAVEL TO SOUTHERN FRANCE WITH YOUR NEW BOY/GIRLFRIEND?

We are throwing a contest for the people who have found love with Matchmakin! We are looking for good-looking couples who have met using our app. Participate to maybe win a four-day all-inclusive trip to Nice, France!

To participate, send us a picture of you and your partner with a link to his Matchmakin profile through our contact page (a picture of you together is preferred but separate pictures are accepted). Don't forget to write Matchmakin In Nice as the subject of your message! Five couples will be chosen!

Requirements:

- Participants must be 18 or older

- Participants must reside in the UK

- Participants have to be willing to be filmed several times each day. The footage will be used to promote Matchmakin and will appear on our website as part of a series titled a Match Made in Heaven. Filming will take place in the hotel restaurant, at the pool or the beach, as well as in the city of Nice. To ensure your privacy, participants will never be filmed in their suites and never more than three hours a day. Click here for more info on a Match Made in Heaven.

Mary giggled as she tried to put Marlene's keys in the door for the fourth time. The latter was too occupied by kissing Dorcas' neck to help in any way. Lily just sank to the floor because her legs didn't seem to work anymore. She took her phone out of her purse and opened Matchmakin. She stared determinedly at it until the words stopped being blurry and jumped up once she managed to read the message that had popped up on her screen. She took Mary's hands, who had eventually succeeded in opening the door, and started jumping up and down.

“I don't get it Lils. What are we celebrating now?” Her friend asked as the redhead made her twirl.

“I'm going to France!”

“That's amazing!” Marlene screamed in delight. Dorcas and Marlene had apparently stopped kissing, at least long enough to hear the other girls' conversation. The four women entered the flat.

“Matchmakin is throwing a contest to win a four-day trip to the south of France!!!” Lily explained as she shoved her phone in Mary's hands. The four girls flopped down onto the couch in Marlene and Dorcas' living room.

“Lily wait! It says here that it's only for couples 'who have found love with Matchmakin' ”

“Oh” Lily fell onto the floor. “No France for me I guess… that's seriously so unfair.” Tears welled up in her eyes. Marlene sat up suddenly.

“I have an idea! Mary why don't you make a profile and you guys can pretend to be in love!”, the brunette suggested. Lily high-fived Marlene to congratulate her on this great idea.

“The trip is a week from now. I'm alone at the bakery this month, I can't leave.”, Mary answered. “I'm sorry Lily.”

“Shit, I have work too.” Dorcas said. “Not all of us are eternal students like Miss Lily here.”, she added as she prodded her friend's shoulder with her foot.

“Well it's not my fault if becoming a doctor is so damn long. I wouldn't have done it if I had known.” Lily defended herself.

Mary smiled, albeit a little maniacally. “Yes you would. Because you're smart and nice and I love you.”

“I love you too but I still wanna go to Fraaance!”, she whined, dragging the sound.

“Well just pick someone and ask them if they're free and want to do the contest with you.”

“Dorcas I love you that's such a good idea!”

Lily started crawling on the carpet in search of her phone, before she remembered that she had given it to Mary. She took it back, unlocked it and started to scroll through the profiles.

“I need someone attractive. Just because I want to go to France doesn't mean I'll go with just anyone. Oh what about this guy?” She angled the phone toward her friends, who were still sprawled out on the couch. It seemed Mary had fallen asleep.

Marlene shook her head “Nah, can you imagine kissing that mustache?”

Lily shuddered. “Venom has a mustache. Wait that's not his name. Oh yeah, Ver-non.” She scrolled to the next profile, ignoring Dorcas and Marlene who had started chanting 'venom, venom!'.

“What about her then?”

“She looks too much like Marlene. It's creepy.”

“No she doesn't! I'm much prettier than that!” As Dorcas and Marlene bickered, Lily continued her search.

“He's perfect! It says he's a teacher so he should be on holidays too, right?”

Marlene snorted. “Right cause that's totally why you chose him. Not the fact that he's super hot and has glasses.”

“Glasses?” Dorcas asked.

“Our dear Lily has a thing for glasses.”

Dorcas pondered the idea. “Oh yeah, I totally should have noticed this before.”

Lily took off her shoe and attempted to hit Marlene with it. Unfortunately, she only managed to hit the bottom of the sofa. “I do not. Whatever, gimme the phone back.”

Lily Evans to James Potter: do you want to be in love with me and go to France?

#jily #jily fanfiction #james potter x lily evans #lily evans #james potter #my writing #my stuff #dywtfilwm

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We Can Try That

*Poke head* eeeeeeeeeeeeeey...hi.

So ha! I had a prompt last week (I’m so so sorry) from @goramidiot (again, so so sorry) and they wanted Blind!Lance and HA, yeah only that, and a guide dog, but like, I’m a Weak ass for Klance so *jazz hands* ta-daah??

Hope you liked it anyways!!!! It’s prety short? But pretty fluffy, no angst tonight, folks.

Content: fluff, fluff, fluff, Klance, fluff, Blind Lance, fluff, post war, back on earth.

Ps. pls excuse any bad grammar or typos? I only did like a quick edit bc that’s all the time I had but like?? ...ha, enjoy, yey.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.

Keith taps his fingers against the surface of the table with an absent rhythm.

He resists the urge to look back at the entrance door of the Café and stare at it as long as it was necessary. He was barely lifting his free hand and guiding it towards his mouth, full intending to bite his nail off, when his phone buzzes on the table and catches his attention.

It’s a text and Keith’s heart skips a beat when he sees the contact’s name.

Five minutes away, omw (:

Four words and one emoji shouldn’t make him giddy but damn, his insides are all mixed up now and he feels like he will be throwing up butterflies any second now. Six years later and he stills feels like a teenager.

Unbelievable.

He unconsciously smiles as he re-reads the message before he drops his hand back to his leg. He let himself to let out a relief breath and leans back on the chair while he twirls the small spoon inside his latte slowly.

He steals a glance to the Frappuccino sitting in front of his own drink and prays for everything out there that he made the right choice when he ordered his date’s drink before he could choose.

Keith’s almost 99.99% sure that he got the drink right; it’s not like he doesn’t know his date’s likes or dislikes, because he do.

Being part of the same team that saves the Universe, and spending every day for six years up in space inside an Altean Castle, is enough to makes you learn about people’s choices on coffee.

Or in Lance’s case: people’s sugary death sentence.

Keith chuckles as he recalls the first time Lance had told the team what he would order the second he was back on Earth, right after seeing his family, of course.

Keith had promised to take him himself, if only to see how a drink such as Lance’s could exist.

Back then it had been a joke. Back then they had been kids; pure, innocent, naïve and still unmarked by the war they were facing.

Now? Now they have scars in every way possible. They all survived and there’s not a single day where Keith’s not grateful of that fact, but some things–

The door’s bell rings, making a small echo around the silent room, and Keith’s head shots up, heart beating faster at the sight of a familiar tall brunet with dark sunglasses over his eyes and a small but bright smile on his lips.

–some things stay with you for life and turning a blind eye on them doesn’t always work.

“Lance.” Keith calls, standing up from his seat but standing beside the table, fully knowing that Lance preferred it like that.

Lance’s head instantly falls towards Keith’s direction and his smile only widens at Keith’s voice. The brunet lets out a small whistle and starts walking towards him with his trusting guide dog right beside him.

“Why hello there, Red.” Lance says, grinning happily at Keith and the black haired man can’t help but sigh in content as he takes Lance’s hand on his own.

“Hello, hello.” He says quietly, bringing their interlocked hands to his lips and dropping a quick kiss against Lance’s before he leans closer and drops another one on the brunet’s cheek. “Nice walk?”

Lance hums, taking advantage of their proximity and nuzzling his cheek against Keith’s lovingly. “Yep. Vic enjoyed the warm sun, didn’t you, boy?” He says, looking down to where his dog was sitting patiently.

Keith smiles when Vic looks up at his owner’s voice and sticks out his tongue contently. “Good job, buddy. Thank you.” He praises softly and Lance chuckles.

“I’m thinking you already ordered for me, amor?” Lance asks, arching an eyebrow behind his sunglasses and Keith hums positively.

“Yes, I did order your sugary death, you maniac. You’re welcome.” Keith mumbles, rolling his eyes amusedly.

Lance cheers softly before he cups Keith’s face gently. “Thank you.” He whispers, a breath away from Keith’s lips but instead, he does a small eskimo kiss against Keith’s nose, earning a giggle from his boyfriend.

“Psh. Oh my god, Lance.” Keith laughs trying to push his face away but not really wanting to succeed. “Okay, alright, let’s sit down. You gotta tell me how the trip to Cuba went, love.”

Lance’s face lights up at the mention of his home land and he’s about to open his mouth when Keith cuts him off suddenly.

“Nope, wait. Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asks and Lance frowns in confusion before his mouth forms a small ‘o’ in realization.

“Amor, are you sure? I don’t want to make you deal with all the stares when people see you with a blind guy.” Lance mumbles biting his lower lip nervously but he still raises his sunglasses up and Keith heart makes a flip when he sees the faint blue color in Lance’s eyes.

His gaze is unfocused, as it has been since the accident, his eyes not moving in the slightest but somehow staring right at Keith. The black haired man just hums and leans closer, dropping a kiss on the corner of each eye before pulling back.

“They can stare all they want you know why?” He asks, now his turn to cup Lance’s face with his hands and continues when the brunet shake his head slowly. “Because my eyes are only on you.”

Lance blinks and then his bright smile is back on place, making Keith’s heart to fill up with joy and pride that he was able to make that happened.

“Cheesy mullet.” Lance mumbles but still nuzzles his forehead against his boyfriend’s.

Keith answers him with another eskimo kiss.

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