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antivanruffles · 2 years ago

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54 gon/killua

54. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.

Have some future fic thingy that's angsty and then not.

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He wasn't sure how they got here. Of course there was the path laid out behind him, an easy trail to pick out with all the markers - big and small - that made the journey what it was.

The hunter exams. Illumi and his family. Heavens Arena. Greed Island. Yorknew. And the god forsaken NGL.

All the events that led them to this place. This purgatory that now was their friendship. A slow dance of acquaintanceship and more years spent apart than together. The path was clear, but the reason was not. How was this his life? Years spent wanting and wishing and yearning for something he barely understood when he had it.

Gon was different and yet completely the same. He stood taller than Killua now, broad and muscular in ways he hadn't been before. This wasn't a gangly kid but a grown man; handsome and assured and for the moment completely tangible.

Killua was different, he felt different, but standing there now everything was like it had been before they went their separate ways when they were fourteen. Even the dull ache in his chest that felt like pushing on a bruise was the same, unmistakable and almost comforting.

"I wasn't sure you'd come," Gon said. His voice sounded deeper in person than it did over the phone, the tininess of their most recent calls lending it a lilting quality.

"Of course I came, dummy. I said I would, didn't I?" The haughtiness was forced, he felt more deflated than anything, but it was far easier to fall into old patterns than ponder new ones.

"Yeah, you did." Gon nodded. He sucked in a breath and shuffled his feet. He wanted to say something, that was painfully obvious. For once though, he choked down his impulsiveness - maybe he was different? - and instead simply said, "I'm glad you did."

"I am too." It was an honest answer. He was glad. More than that he was happy. Despite the ache in his chest and despite the voice in the back of his head that would forever sound like Illumi telling him that this was a mistake; that it always had been and always would be. Despite everything he was happy.

An awkward silence fell over them. One that wasn't ever present in their life together before the World Tree, nor in their sparse conversations over the years. Now it settled heavily over them like a wet blanket, unwieldy and suffocating.

Gon was the first to break it, a distraction about dinner and reservations since it was the busy season. Killua only paid half a mind to what all Gon said as he led the way - that hadn't changed, Gon leading and Killua following - and focused more on the timbre of his voice. How full and rounded the words sounded in his chest. He focused on the light stubble on Gon's jaw that should have reminded him of Ging, but instead just reminded Killua of the fact they were no longer fourteen and the years really had changed them. For better or worse and maybe that voice in the back of his head was right. This was all a mistake.

Killua found his voice and conversational skills around the time they ordered.

The longer they talked the easier it became, the words flowing like water over a dry creek bed, and much to Killua's shock it was like the years melted away. They laughed and joked and for a moment he could forget about the horrors and nightmares they had witnessed... had experienced. The ghosts that still haunted him whenever he closed his eyes.

He ate and relaxed and grew complacent, but still that voice chimed in the back of his mind like a clock. A mistake, a mistake, a mistake.

They paid their bill and took a stroll around the town, and this time Killua felt like he was actually seeing what was there. Before he had been so caught up in his thoughts that he barely spared the place a second glance.

There was a candy shop where they stopped for ice cream, and as Killua licked the chocolate cone it was like they were twelve again with the whole world laid out before them. He felt invincible and unstoppable, like he could take on anyone or anything as long as he had Gon at his side. But a flash of a scar on Gon's arm and the realization that the thought was a patent lie - as it had been then - made him lose his appetite.

The evening slowly turned to night, the shops closing and the streetlights turning on, and it seemed it was time to retire for the night. It was Gon who had booked the rooms, Gon who had planned everything, and Killua could only follow - forever following - as he led the way to the inn.

Only it was the busy time and bookings were sparse and they were sharing a room. Again. Just like old times. They readied themselves for bed, and surprisingly it wasn't awkward. They moved around each other as easily as they had when they were kids.

Settling into his bed Killua was thankful for the darkness. In the darkness it was so easy to pretend like nothing had changed. To pretend like there was still room to hope that he was as important to Gon, as Gon was to him; to pretend like he hadn't seen Gon's broken body, slowly dying on a hospital bed.

In the darkness it was so, so easy.

"You must really hate me, huh?"

The words pierced through the quiet, the darkness, and Killua's carefully constructed armor. They turned the dull ache in his chest into an open, festering wound.

A mistake. A mistake. A mistake.

There was so much they hadn't spoken about. Ever. But it seemed they didn't need to, because Gon understood now. He really had changed.

"I don't hate you, Gon," Killua said around a shaky breath. "I could never hate you. That's the problem."

There was a long pause, and Killua briefly wondered if maybe he had dreamt the entire thing, before a rustling noise came from Gon's bed and then there was a dip in Killua's mattress.

Killua shut his eyes tight and breathed deeply before he opened them again, and rolled over. Gon's face was inches from his, eyes overly large and practically glowing from within. So bright; too bright.

This wasn't like when they were kids, sharing a bed or pillow or whatever tiny stretch of land they happened to occupy. This was intimate and visceral and much more than Killua could bear. He was sure that the festering wound in his chest would start oozing blood any moment now, staining his clothes and the sheets and maybe even Gon's hand where it lay on the mattress between them - reaching and almost touching Killua, but not quite.

"Do you mean that?"

"Gon, don't--" he cut himself off. Don't what? Don't be an idiot. Don't dredge up things that are better left in the past, and unsaid. Don't make me carve out my own heart and lay it at your feet. And please, please don't crush it.

Don't. Don't. Don't.

"Killua, do you mean that?" he asked again with more force, each word enunciated clearly and carefully. An order or a request, it didn't matter, Killua would have to answer.

"Of course I mean it," he whispered. If he could hate Gon things might be easier. Or at least things would hurt less, if he could hate Gon.

"Do you think--I mean could you--Aw, damn it." Gon groaned in frustration. "I don't know what to say to you. I wish I did. I wish I could say something meaningful and tell you in some pretty way how much I miss you and how sorry I am that I screwed it all up. Because I was selfish and stupid and you deserve a better friend. And I'm sorry I didn't say thank you for never giving up on me. And that I - and that I--" He stopped short and looked sheepish, almost apologetic.

How did they get here? And he certainly didn't mean crowded together on a small bed in a random inn. How did they get to a place where Gon almost confessed... or had he?

A mistake, repeated in his mind. Over and over until it lost all meaning. Surely he would die from exsanguination for all the blood pouring from the gaping wound in his chest. Surely it was an ocean now and he could simply float away on it.

Surely.

He didn't think about his next move. It was instinct, it was innate. Something as natural as breathing. He simply leaned forward, tilted his head, and kissed Gon. A simple press of their lips that was interrupted by Gon's quick inhale of breath.

It was enough time for Killua to realize what he had done; the mistake he had made. Fear like he had never known gripped him, and the urge to run settled over him. To just leave and run as fast and as far as his God Speed could take him. To never look back at the path that had led him here, to never want or hope again. To never...

His thoughts stopped and his muscles all froze, locked in place, when Gon's hand moved to the back of Killua's head. Sure and steady and clearly to prevent him from fleeing. Then Gon's breath puffed against his chin, erratic like he couldn't quite catch it. Killua remained stock-still and simply focused on the feel of Gon's fingers in his hair, and the warmth of his breath on his chin. Then time itself seemed to grind to a halt when Gon kissed him back.

Killua wanted to remember this; wanted to etch it into his brain and heart and soul. He squeezed his eyes shut tight to hold onto the sensation of Gon's mouth against his, and when that wasn't enough he kissed Gon back a little harder. A little fiercer.

Eventually they pulled apart, slow and reluctant and desperate for air.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Killua blurted. He meant in relation to so many things, and only hoped Gon understood.

"That's okay," Gon said at length and shrugged a shoulder. He understood. Of course he did. He had changed, and so had Killua. "We can figure it out together."

Then he smiled at Killua; bright and happy and carefree.

Gon still shone so bright, Killua thought, only this time he wouldn't look away.

#ship meme #hxh fanfic #hunter x hunter #hxh #killugon #I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS ANYMORE SO I'M JUST POSTING IT *SOB*#prompt fills

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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Inside “The Pact”

Hello! For those of you that followed along with The Pact, I received a few questions and requests to get an inside look. I’ll link the post here that explains a bit more about what this is gonna be about.

We’re gonna break this down into sections: first will be answering your questions about The Pact & the characters. Then I’ll show you guys a little about my notes & decision making process (which is very obscure because I just tend to keep a hypothetical tab open in my brain most of the time lol) as well as some pictures of my ideas!!

Thanks for requesting such a fun thing to do now that this series is over. It’s been fun to look back!

Q. What song did the boys dedicate to y/n?

A. “Her” || This is a sad song, but I felt like it fit so well with how the boys had to hide a part of themselves (their feelings) away for the sake of the pact!

Q. Did the boys get mad/how did the boys react to Jungkook’s kiss?

A. Jungkook was a little shocked, and felt extremely guilty on the drive back home. He wasn’t sure if he could stand to tell his hyungs, but he also knew he couldn’t lie to them. Naturally, the second he walked in the house and everyone saw his face, they knew. It was just quiet, everybody was a little hesitant to say anything/bring it up because they were all upset. Only Jimin has heard all of the details of JK’s kiss, whereas the others are simply aware that he kissed her and that’s that.

Namjoon was the most upset, although he didn’t say anything. He just sat there on the couch and did the jaw-clenching thing he always does. Yoongi just tried to change the subject and ask about other aspects of the date. Taehyung was actually pretty pissed, especially because he’d been so good about refraining from kissing you even when you’d asked for it. Hobi had a chat with him later that night and calmed him down. Jin wasn’t angry so much as he was worried that he missed his shot & couldn’t stop replaying his date in his head.

Q. Who fell for y/n last?

A. Namjoon. He’d had a little crush, and that’s why he was willing to go along with the pact. But it hit a point less than a year ago when he fell hard and fast. (you called him in the middle of the night when he was on tour and he realized that your sleepy voice is possibly the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard) The boys noticed and as a result teased him endlessly about it, because he doesn’t quite know how to navigate his feelings.

Q. Who did the boys bet on? (We already know that Jimin bet on Yoongi and won lol)

A. Namjoon bet on JK, Tae bet on Hobi, Hobi bet on JK, Jin bet on JK, and Yoongi bet on Jin, and JK bet on Namjoon (because we all know JK would pick Namjoon lol)

Q. Didn’t y/n ever date other guys? How did the boys react?

A. hahaha ok I actually would have such a fun time writing this Yes, she dated around a bit. For the first year of the pact, she had an on again, off again bf. It wasn’t very serious, and she always made that clear to the boys. They still hated the dude. After they broke up, she only went on a few dates here and there. Didn’t really seriously date. (except for that one time she went on vacation and had a fling, but everyone has decided to forget that) They just smiled and supported her, although Tae was always very clear that he didn’t like any of the guys she dated.

Q. In Namjoon’s date, who was the 1950′s author mentioned?

A. Agatha Christie, the queen.

Q. How did y/n meet Jimin? (he was the one that introduced her to the rest of the group)

A. She was a PR intern for Lee Hyun. Jimin and Lee Hyun are close, and they crossed paths fairly often until Jimin decided to invite her to hang out.

Q. What is y/n studying in school?

A. Public Relations (which will honestly come in handy with her new relationship lol)

Q. Where was Jin in the last chapter when y/n came to the studio?

A. Agh how could you ask me this and bring back all that pain?! Jin was at his brother’s restaurant for some much needed R&R. He ended up staying the night with him, not wanting to go home just yet and have to face his decision.

Q. Who would you personally choose to end up with and why?

A. KIM SEOKJIN. Date #5 was basically for me lol. Like, unapologetically wrote that for myself. Not just because he’s my bias, but because I personally felt like I could picture myself chilling on that couch watching Dateline with him. And it was beautiful. 🤧 Also, while Jin can be loud and goofy, he’s an introvert. I’m an extravert with introverted tendencies, so I just feel like his date would have been the most comfortable for me.

CREATING THE PACT - AN INSIDE LOOK AT MY NOTES

First thing’s first, I have an on-going page in my notes on my phone which is FILLED with ideas & half-formed thoughts. Before I began writing The Pact (or even Spooked, for that matter), this happened:

So you can see that I had no idea what I was doing lol, but I thought that it would be cool. Mainly I wanted an excuse to write OT7 and display all the members in a sweet light. Also, we see that not all of these actually made it into the series. (Tae w/ the family)

BUT THEN, “SPOOKED” HAPPENED, AND A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY POPPED UP

ngl, I cracked up when I looked back at my notes and saw this.

“Sweet Gloria what am I doing to myself” 😂😂 this was when I was pushing “Lost & Found” out and planning for Taehyung’s series (which is why so much is blocked out on my notes, because it’s riddled with spoilers lol) so I literally had no idea why I was jumping into another project as I was already super busy. That’s why I scheduled it for just Saturday’s! (and also why I sometimes posted super late at night lol)

As you can see, Seokjinnie’s date was literally always on my mind. From the very beginning. Which is odd, considering the fact that he didn’t end up being endgame. wow it’s like he’s my bias or something

Occasionally I’d take breaks from hw and work on getting to know how the boys were with y/n. Quotes and poetry serve as a great source of inspiration, and I assigned a quote to each member. (notice the little stars by Jin, Yoongi’s and JK’s names lol, they were my top three as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now)

There were a couple of things that I didn’t think of adding until I was reading through your theories and got an idea of what you needed to push the series in the right decision. i.e. bringing Gina back to explain that she closed the door in Spooked.

I have a whiteboard in my room that I use to map out what I need to do that week for whatever series I’m working on (as well as jot down ideas for new series, which I why this photo doesn’t show the whole board haha)

So here’s a peek at my thought process for writing about how the pact was formed. Sorry if you can’t read it haha

NOW, the last few questions you guys had:

Q. Did you ever change your mind while writing the pact?

A. Yes! I actually originally intended for Hobi to have written the note. It fit very well with how angry he was at first and how worried he was during the date. But by the time I'd gotten to Jin’s date I kinda knew that he wouldn’t be that petty but Jin would haha

I also planned on Yoongi kissing y/n on their date. It was supposed to be on a rooftop somewhere, which we know didn’t happen. In fact, I didn’t really intend for their date to be so disastrous until I was coming closer to having to write it. I think I was a mess, so the date was a mess lol

I had no idea what I was doing for Tae’s date until I wrote it, all I knew was that there had to be a museum. The rest I just made up as I wrote and hoped that it made sense. (also, for some reason I hated the museum portion of the date. Idk why, but it just felt so stark to me. still don’t like it lol)

Q. When did you know how it was going to end?

A. That’s a....difficult question lol. Honestly, I thought of just doing an audio recording and uploading it because it I didn’t really know how to put it into words, but then I realized that most people probably wouldn’t wanna listen to that lol. So here we are.

I had the ending scene in mind before The Pact even became a thing. I knew I had a series that I wanted to end with baking cookies. (weird, I know.) It didn’t exactly go how I planned, but I remember having the thought while writing Spooked (when I thought I was just writing a one shot) that it would be nice for y/n to be with Yoongi. I just instantly felt like they had a connection, when he was the first one she went toward. From then on out, I always kinda kept Yoongi in the background.

I had a crisis about halfway through (right before Jin’s date) when there were a bunch of people rooting for Tae, because he hadn’t even been on my radar. But then Jin’s date went much better than I thought it was going to/received better, so I think that got me back on track.

But from the beginning, Yoongi was #1. (I wrote this in the back of my Career’s notebook lol) when I was trying to figure out for myself who wrote the pact.

So yeah! There you have it! Just an FYI, I had to physically restrain myself from throwing caution to the wind and making Jin endgame. Especially when so many of you were on board. :( However, the survey helped because Yoongi was the majority of votes (closely followed by Jin & JK) and that showed me that we were still on the right track!

Ngl, my brain stopped working around Wednesday of last week, so writing the finale took FOREVER because nothing would compute. But I’m so happy you guys enjoyed it and reached out to me about it! This really is like a part-time job most days, and I really felt like this series paid off.

Hopefully I covered everything! To end, here's the most satisfying part of every project for me:

Thanks guys!

#the pact stuff #b:rants #about me #bts fluff #bts dating au #ot7 bts #bts x reader #ot7 bts x reader

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karasunology · 5 years ago

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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA TOORU AS DADS HEADCANONS ! ❞

✎ . . . i'm happy that your requests are open ! and for dad headcanons?? i am right here to serve my braincells for you ma'am. what about dad! sugawara & kenma? thank you in advance 🤓😘

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

✎ . . . will you please write about oikawa, bokuto, and sugawara as dads?? :>

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ sugawara koushi & oikawa tooru <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATSUMU VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . reposted because tumblr took it off?? ugh n e ways happy birthday again to my boy sugawara😔✋

SUGAWARA KOUSHI.

➜ before the arrival of your daughter, mans was totally cool about it; also ecstatic to say the least, he wanted to have a family for you for a long, long time, and when he finally has the chance to start it with you ─ he couldn't help but cry and be so soft on the spot with just the thought of it

➜ but he also couldn't help but be doubtful, doubtful of himself ─ will be a good enough father? will he be able to teach his daughter the important virtues in life? will his daughter even love him?

➜ but in the midst of those thoughts were you, reassuring him multiple times, that, if there was any man that you could think of, of being the father of your children ─ that man would be him, and only him

➜ ngl right now, mans wanted to give you another one after you said that 💀

➜ and when your first child was delivered, he was so encouraging and supportive of you, would whisper reassurance and words of affermations saying how great you were, how he was so blessed for having you.

➜ remember those doubts he had? all those thoughts fully dissapeared when your baby wrapped her fingers around his thumb for the first time, and suga couldn't help but cry ─ from joy? definitely, from satisfaction that you guys created this angel? of course. and relief? yeah, probably.

➜ sugawara doesn't want to spoil your daughter since he wants your daughter to know the importance of money and doesn't want her to end up being a brat

➜ but sometimes ,,, he couldn't just help it okay? ☹

➜ in the first months of parenting with sugawara, he was anything but the perfect dad but you could really see the parental instincts in him

“ kohana, come to daddy ” your husband, koushi, stretched his arms towards your daughter of five years; kneeling on the floor as you sat across from him, kneeling as well.

➜ as your daughter slowly waddled over to sugawara with a blank yet adorable chubby face, sugawara was overjoyed, to say the least.

“ yes waddle over to daddy ─ ”

➜ well, until your daughter cheekily ran across the opposite side, to you. as if flowers of many kinds surrounded her, she glided onto your surprised arms as you instinctively open tour arms out for her, a shocked laugh was heard from you.

➜ 💀💀💀

➜ your husband's jaw DROPPED Y'ALL😭✋ LET ME JUST AHHH

➜ kohana definitely got her wittiness and cheekiness from her koushi, and maybe some from you as well.

➜ sugawara let out an offended scoff as he got up so fast to chase your daughter around the house, as your daughter shrieked in fear and excitement as she waddled all over the place

➜ ugh IM SO SOFT RN, NO ONE TOUCHHHH MEEEE😡

➜ and when kohana was out with her with her aunty kiyoko and uncles daichi and asahi, sugawara was feeling a bit ,,, spicy that night that hey, why not create another one with you👉👈

➜ let's just say, while your daughter was eating caramel apples with her aunt & uncles, you were getting dic ked down by sugawara phew chile

➜ and after a few months, your son, shin was born & damn did sugawara love him

➜ unlike your daughter, your son is such a sweetie uGHHHH

➜ and loved his dad so much, is the calm and collected one while he had your hair and suga's eyes

➜ while the squad™ ; daichi, kiyoko & asahi would come to your house with every chance they get just to see your little ones and maybe even bring theirs as a playdate for shin & kohana

➜ ugh next gen typa thingz💅

➜ would play volleyball with them, but with a softer one that's a bit more kid-friendly

➜ being almost total opposites, shin and kohana would often bicker, kohana being the one to provock the fight and shin just straight up spitting facts, 6/10 of the time would win over his older sister

➜ periodt

➜ and if fights would get too much, sugawara would bONKK💥🔨 your children ( like those times where suga just fu cking bOnKs his teammates. )

➜ yeah that

➜ mans rarely gets mad and phew ,, if he ever does i just have nothin, NOTHIN to say😶

“ i HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE YELLED AT A GIRL LIKE THIS, WHEN MY MOTHER YELLS LIKE THIS IT'S BECAUSE SHE LOVES ME. ”

➜ he'll never be angry at them for too long though

➜ but mostly, he'll just be disappointed rather than mad

➜ and honestly that hurts more

➜ since sugawara is an elementary school teacher, he'd often tell stories about your guys' children with his students

➜ like THAT ONE TEACHER THAT JUST TALKS ABOUT THEIR LIVES AND FORGETS ABOUT CLASS

➜ UGH WE STANNNN

➜ it became an actual thing with his students that they would every now and then ask about them

➜ would have such a strong foundation built from trust, respect and just love with his children

➜ honestly you'd fallen all over again with him BECAUSE HE'S SO UGSHHSHSH

➜ HUSBAND MATERIAL

➜ SANAOL LIKE CAN'T RELATE LMAO

➜ baking !!

➜ this is one of suga's past times, and even before you guys were even married, y'all would have at-home dates and just bake

➜ and it just gradually became a thing with your children every time anyone just wants to bake something.

➜ and most of the time would end up messing up the kitchen and covered in flour

➜ 11/10 dad, may not be the most perfect dad but your kids could never ask for anyone else but him.

OIKAWA TOORU.

➜ it started off as a joke, he couldn't really remember when it all started but he would always say that you would be such a good mother whenever you would take care of him when he's injured himself or just scold him whenever he keeps over working himself

➜ but after a few years and oikawa would never have thought that he wanted to actually have a child or two with you, it started off when he would spend a few hours until pass midnight to watch cute baby videos

➜ like why was he there?? HE WAS JUST WATCHING BUZZFEED UNSOLVED A FEW MINUTES AGO LMAO WHAT

➜ and his eyes would linger onto your sleeping figure ontop of his body, face nuzzled as he could feel your nose tickle his torso.

➜ he couldn't help but play along with the thoughts of having a child with you ─ to start a family with you.

➜ you guys were already living together at argentina, and you've support him through and through with everything he has pursued in his life, and what else was stopping him from starting a family with you?

➜ yes, his schedule may be a bit busy but he had always given more than enough time to you, what hurt may it cause if he had another person to dedicate his attention as well? someone that's the perfect mixture of the love of his life and himself.

➜ and when oikawa has already set something on his mind ─ mans would always get what he wants

➜ if i were you, i'd give him anything he wants ngl

➜ just saying y'all😳✋

➜ it didn't take him a hot second to make you agree to it, and before he knew it he fell in love all over again on the bundle of joy he held on his hands

➜ would pepper you with kisses even if you were tired from giving birth, saying how proud he was of you and how beautiful the child you both created

➜ like duh, it was yours and tooru's child, your guys' baby will be a HEARTBREAKER WITH THOSE LOOKS😡

“ tooru !! ” you exclaimed as you saw your husband hold out a strawberry lollipop to your daughter while holding her with his other arm, as your daughter was ready to bite it ─ MANS REALLY SAID NO❌ RIGHTS✅😤 AND PULLED IT AWAY WHILE LAUGHING BEFORE PUTTING IT IN HIS MOUTH

➜ i'm so sorry i just ─

➜ while your daughter LOOKED SO OFFENDED WHEN SHE STARED SO HARD AT HIM LIKE

➜ THIS BITCH REALLY HAD IT COMING FOR HIM

➜ before your daughter just straight up cried right then and there while tooru's eyes widdened and tried apologizing to his daughter

“ aiko baby i'm so sorry ─ ” until your daughter slapped the lollipop from his mouth

➜ while oikawa just had that blank stare

➜ while you're trying not laugh so much because you KNOW his ego was shattered as she held her arms out for you, making grabby hands until you took her off from her father's hold

➜ oikawa : i hate it here😙😍💅

➜ aiko : it's what he deserves :)

➜ but when your daughter grew up, she ADORED HER FATHER, she would be the first to to the door whenever her father comes back from tournaments, your two younger sons, akiro and haruki would follower right after her chasing each other out

➜ oikawa still dresses her up even if she wasn't a seven year old anymore

➜ aiko is a daddy's girl and that's on periodt😡💅

➜ while aiko had tooru's playful and big dumb b energy, and your your hair and his eyes

➜ your oldest son, akiro, got your personality, and eyes but his father's hair

➜ and your youngest son, haruki, has both your eyes and hair and is a mix of yours and tooru's personality

➜ and it wasn't only aiko which held her father at such a good light that if she told him that ─ mans will be over the moon

➜ but also your two sons which found themselves loving and dedicating their love towards volleyball just like their father

➜ watching his games is a must !!

➜ his ego would not only be ASTRONOMICAL

➜ and just the overall overwhelming motivation had him serving 4 service aces in a row on periodttt

➜ your three kids would fight over who could scream the loudest in the stands for their father

➜ when he's away and your children would have those missing him hours™😔✋ oikawa would always try and contact you guys three times a day and everynight he'd be telling you guys how practice was and would also ask you guys how your days was.

➜ would teach his kids to FLIRT LMAO💀

➜ but will never fail teaching them that they should treat woman with RESPEKT ( and just overall everyone?? not just of their gender it's just because of idk??MANNERS ? )

➜ oikawa : *drinks his respect wamen juice.*

➜ ohoho but if his daughter ever starts having boy crushes MANS WOULD BE ALL POUTY

�� but loovveee ,, ” tooru drags out

“ our daughter is starting to date, what happened to marrying daddy one day? ”

“ tooru we're already married. ”

➜ you're tHIS👌 CLOSE TO DIVORCING HIS ASS

➜ you : i should have gone for the best friend instead

➜ IM JOKING YOU LOVE HIM A LOT

➜ beach volleyball !!

➜ after seeing how good beach volleyball taught hinata, giving him advantages in the indoor court, he wanted his child to as well

➜ or normal backyard volleyball will do

➜ just like with his teammates, oikawa is able to bring out the best in your children

➜ just a 11/10 dad, he may not always be with you guys because of volleyball but he'd always make time for you guys and would never neglect and forsake you guys

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happy-whumper · 4 years ago

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The Collab of Clueless Chaos - Chapter two

After a lot of struggle (and a lot of help from @whumpasaurus101 xD) i finally finished this chapter xD But i did have a lot of fun with it ngl~

Asher and Rodger belong to @whumpasaurus101

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First chapter

CW: Cursing (Olivia and Asher...what do you expect xD), slapping, pet whump

Olivia pushed a strand of hair out of her face and let out a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline rushing out of her body, leaving her absolutely exhausted. She always forgot just how much energy these types of things took out of her. At least she had the satisfaction of winning, especially after her opponent had been such a giant pain in the ass. And well, it was nice not having to deal with Nicolas' bad mood for once.

Now she was just sitting in the -luckily empty- changing room trying to gather enough energy to actually move. So far she was rather unsuccessful at that to be completely honest but since Nick was off somewhere doing...whatever it was that he was doing anyways, it didn’t really matter, so she just kept sitting there, staring at the floor in front of her.

Rodger breathed heavily, trying to take control of his anger. He was in the corridor of the fighting building. The door opened and Rodger could hear footsteps getting closer, “Good match. I guess I could say your dog put up an alright fight,” The voice chuckled. Rodger’s head snapped up to see Nick standing in front of him.

Suddenly he smiled, “Nick! How are you doing? I must say, I am very impressed with Olivia. And that trick at the end, genius!” Nick chuckled and bowed his head, “Thank you. I've had her trained tough, let's just say she has a lot of anger she can use to support her.”

“Tell me about it! Jesus Christ, Asher has the absolute worst temper, I have no clue what happened today though. But I swear I'll make him pay for it.” Nick leaned against the wall opposite Rodger, “Hey now, he was quite good, he just had tough competition.”

Rodger laughed, “That is true indeed.” There was a small silence before Rodger spoke, “Say, you wouldn't like to go out for dinner tonight, would you? You seem like a nice enough gent.” Nick smirked, “I'm honoured,” he joked, “That's perfect, I’ll see you tonight at Island Indigo, 7pm.”

“See you then”

And with that the two men went to check on their pets.

“God I just cannot with guys like that!” Olivia was pacing up and down in the basement, just as she had been for the past 10 minutes. “You know it's always guys who Think they're the absolute greatest and Think that I don't stand a Chance because I'm a girl. What Kind of bullshit logic is that?! God!”

Rain was watching her with big eyes from his place on the bed and slightly tilted his head to the side. Theo, who was sitting next to him, rolled his eyes and let out a slightly annoyed sigh, “You could also just be happy that you didn’t lose, why are you even still talking about it now?”

She shot him an annoyed glance and turned to him, “Because it is a matter of principal, Theodor. That and because for some god damn reason I have to see him again today. Could someone tell me again why I have to deal with the fact that Nicolas needs to make more friends? Can’t he do that without me having to suffer because of it? But nooo that would just be too easy, wouldn’t it?” She threw her hands up and let herself fall onto the ground, leaning with her back against the wall, ignoring the pain that cursed through her whole body as a result of the sudden movement.

“I mean, at least you could maybe..I don’t know, make a new friend as well?” Rain was still looking at her with a slight smile on his face. Olivia rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a slight grin, “Mhm, yeah because we had such a good start to our relationship already.”

Olivia stared at Nicolas in absolute disbelief “I am absolutely not-” He made a gesture with his hand, immediately causing her to stop talking. “You are not given a choice here. You did good today, now you wouldn’t want to ruin that, would you?” There was a cold smile on Nicolas face, completely lacking any empathy. “Besides, you should really be grateful if anything.”

It took all of her self control to not punch him in the face right then and there, instead she just took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes. “Oh well thank you so much,” she mumbled it more to herself but apparently Nicolas had still heard. Now he was looking at her with raised eyebrows and a dark expression, the warning clearly written over his face.

“What was that?”

Olivia knew that tone well enough by now and she felt a cold shiver running down her spine. She hadn’t completely messed up yet but he was reaching a limit in his patience. Frankly, she was surprised it had even taken that long. “Nothing...Sir.” She had to force the last word out, every inch of her skin felt like it was resisting it. But maybe for once it was better to not make him angry when it wasn’t necessary.

Luckily he seemed satisfied with her answer, a pleased smirk replacing the previous dark look on his face. “That’s what I thought.”

With that he handed her the dress and turned around to leave again.

“You got 10 minutes.”

Nicolas looked at Asher’s arm which was now in a sling. The bandages on his shoulder were slightly visible under his button-up shirt. “So, Antonio, that’s Asher’s trainer, right?” Rodger nodded, sipping his glass of wine and setting it back down on the table, “Yes! He’s truly great. Puts up with none of Asher’s bullshit. No matter how hard Asher tries to get out of things or how defiant he tries to be, Antonio simply doesn't put up with him. And puts him back in his place if you ask me.”

Nicolas nodded, thinking to himself, “You know, Olivia actually needs a new trainer.” Olivia’s head snapped over to Nicolas, eyes wide and jaw clenched. She heard Asher snickering quietly from where he sat. “Does she now?” Rodger asked, smirk wide on his face.

“Do you think Antonio could put up with another mutt?” Rodger chuckled, “A mutt who fights as good as her? He’d be more than happy to take her! She’d definitely make more money for him than Asher does.” This time it was Olivia’s turn to laugh quietly at Asher, who shot daggers at her with a death glare.

“Well guess you’re not the favourite anymore, huh Ashy boi?”

All of a sudden there was a burning rage in his eyes and before Olivia could fully register what was happening he leaned over the table, presumably in an attempt to hit her. Before he could really do anything Rodger was quick to react and grabbed his shoulder - the one that was still in a sling -, pulling him back before slapping him hard across the face, causing Olivia to flinch even though she wasn’t the one getting slapped.

But she had been in the past. She had been exactly where Asher was right now and for a moment she felt a sting of guilt in her chest.

That was until she saw the murderous look Asher was giving her now. From the corner of her eye she also noticed Nicolas watching her, as if he was waiting for her to act out as well. But she was not going to give him that satisfaction, instead he just shot him an annoyed look before focusing back on Asher again, who was still glaring at her as if he wanted to punch her. “I just let her win anyways!” Even though he was looking directly at her, he was clearly more talking to Rodger who didn’t really seem to take that statement seriously.

“Mhm, yeah sure you did Ashy.”

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paper-lilypie · 4 years ago

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Hi! So I did read philatos, most beloved the other night and lemme just say it was a trip. And my thoughts, as requested (I probably would have come shrieking into your inbox had you not been so kind to ask for feedback so now I am obliged to share coherent thoughts)

This was very eloquent. I could tell you were waxing poetical but it wasn’t in an annoying way, it was more a “you could tell how much the author loves this” way.

When Atsumu was initially looking through Kiyoomi’s old essays i was CACKLING. “Omi, what the fuck.” Had me close out of ao3 to take a moment to collect myself.

Okay i love the dialogue. 11/10

AHDHKSKALLD “I’d think Bokkun sent ya a copy of his design for his and Akaashi”s conjoined tombstone again.” HONEY WHERE DO YOU COME UP WITH THIS STUFF.

Ok um I almost cried at the exchange where Atsumu says “Omi, I’d set fire to the world for one last kiss goodbye.” 😭😭😭

Noooo when I got to the excerpt from your post that advertised the fic “And yet when Atsumu brushes a knuckle against his jaw and whispers, “Can I touch?” Kiyoomi falls apart at the seams.” (which I had completely forgotten about and then it hit me like a truck and wow it was so good)

So my final thoughts and overall impression:

Whoa.

That was so good.

SBDHEKOWAKAJJSBDIEIWBSISIS I gotta take a breather

Okay, oh god, this fills my heart in an unimaginable way. I’m shaking a bit ngl

I felt like the poetic narrative was a bit necessary?? Hahaha, it pretty much set the mood for the topic at hand, right? Talking about love, devotion, Greek mythology and the aspect of beauty.... well, I’m overjoyed it delivered well. Truly.

I really did love this hahaha. I’m happy you could tell ^^

Oh gosh, I made ya click out?! That’s hilarious, hun, and the fact that it was one of my favorite lines to write is ✨✨✨✨👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼✨✨✨✨ We are two of a kind hahahaha

Ahhh dialogue (especially banter) is my favorite thing to write, so the fact that you say that makes my whole world. Thank you. I’ll continue to work hard to deliver better dialogue in the future 💛

sndndejeksnnsjwkw I have no clue, but I figured the conjoined tombstone would 100% be something Bokuto would do (i mean, I would pffff) so why not? 😂

Ah yeah. “Omi, id set fire to the world for one last kiss goodbye.” was the first sentence written on the story. Also one of my favorites. It came to me as I still read TSOA and thought “yeah, Atsumu would” so I’m glad it moved you as it did me.

hahaha the fact that you were this immersed in the story to forget about the expert has me on the floor. that’s high praise hun bun. high praise.

Thank you for liking it 🥺🥺 this ask made my day and I legitimately (I’m not kidding) just woke up. You’re a sweetheart for taking some of your time to tell me all this. I’m forever grateful.

Stay tuned for more stuff on the way! 💛 Thanks again.

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aileensstuff16 · 4 years ago

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Rouge Mate // Han Jisung

pairing: Han Jisung x female!reader

genre: supernatural au, werewolf au

warnings: none really, but English isn’t my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes

request? No

word count: ~ 4.5k

A/N: this story is pretty bad ngl but I’ve wanted to write something about Jisung cuz I’m unable to somehow do this on my Wattpad hhhh

“I’m surprised you still haven’t found your mate yet. I mean, you’re 19 already”, laughing slightly at your best friend’s words, you shook your head and shrugged right after. “I don’t know either, but it’s not like I’m that desperate to find them. When it happens it happens, I guess.”

Normally, werewolves would meet their mate once the younger of them reached the age of 16 and although you’ve reached that age three years ago, there still was no sight of your supposed to be mate. “Maybe they are younger than me and not 16 yet?” This caused your best friend looked at you again from the corner of her eyes and snort, not being able to hide her amusement.

“No, I don’t think so. I can’t picture your mate being younger than you at all. Also, you’re the daughter of the alpha. Don’t you think yourself it’s weird to have to wait for this long?” You could only shrug as answer and rested your head against the window of your bedroom, watching the younger pups playing happily in the garden of your large pack house.

“Y/N, you don’t have to be sad about this. You’re gonna find them eventually. Okay?” A light chuckle was heard coming from you and you looked at your best friend again after having turned your head back around. “Like I’ve said, I’m okay. I’m not sad or anything about it, so don’t worry. I know that I’ll meet them eventually.”

Seonji shook her head and let out a slight sigh, giving you a look but also deciding to drop the topic for now. The two of you continued to spend time together in silence after and just enjoyed watching the rest of the pack members, who were walking around outside. A slight smile formed on your lips as you watched them, but a sudden knock on the door interrupted you both.

“Hey, Y/N. Is Seonji here-“ Mentioned female immediately sprang up from her seat and ran over to the door, embracing the male that was standing there. “Yugyeom! What are you doing here? I thought you were busy training with the other guys.”

“I was, but we’ve finished earlier, so here I am~” Your best friend smile brightly as he embraced her mate and gave you a short look over her shoulder. “Sorry, Y/N, but is it okay if I go with Yugyeom? I haven’t seen him all day long and I swear I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“Sure. Go and have fun together you two. But not too much fun!” The couple laughed slightly at your words and nodded right after. “Don’t worry, sis. We’ve got this under control. We’ll see you later at dinner, okay?” Smiling softly at them, you nodded and bid them a small ‘goodbye’ before they’ve left the room together.

You were happy for your older brother and best friend to be mates, but something inside of you stirred every time you saw them together. They’ve been together for almost three years now and you never would’ve thought that your best friend and older brother would be mates, but here they were. It was a wholesome sight whenever they were together and you just hoped that you and your mate would be the same if you were to ever find each other.

Laughing bitterly to yourself, you’ve shaken your head and adverted your gaze back out of the window, frowning as you didn’t see the pups playing around anymore. You’ve shrugged to yourself and got up from your seat by the window, straightening your slightly ridden up shirt in the process and making your way out of the room to find something to do to pass time.

“I promise we’ll take care. Please don’t worry too much, father.” You’ve smiled at him reassuringly and he sighed, rubbing his eyes as he finally gave in. “Okay, but please make sure to not pass the pack’s borders. Alright?” A bright smile formed on your lips and you nodded immediately at his words. “I promise!”

With that you hurriedly left his office and walked down the stairs to see Seonji waiting for you already. “And? What did he say?” You gave her a bright grin and took her hand while walking passed her and towards the front door of the pack house. “He said we can go, but should make sure to not cross the border since we don’t know what could be lurking around there.”

Nodding understandably, your best friend and you made your way to the woods and walked past a few of the other pack members, including Yugyeom and his group of friends. “Y/N, Seonji! Where are you two going?” You’ve stopped in your tracks and looked at your older brother, nudging your friend so that she would answer him.

“We’re going on a little run. It’s been a while since we’ve let our wolves out and felt like today would be a good time to do it again. Don’t worry, we’ll take care.” Yugyeom sighed at that and nodded, a slight smile appearing on his lips as he stepped forwards and left a small kiss on his mate’s cheeks. You’ve watched the two of them from the corner and smiled sadly to yourself.

Shortly after, the couple parted and your best friend grabbed your hand with hers to pull you more toward the woods. Waving slightly at the group of boys, the two of you eventually disappeared from everyone’s sight and stopped walking as soon as you entered the woods. “You didn’t take any other clothes with you, did you?”

“No, I didn’t think about this. Guess we’ve gotta leave our current ones here and get changed back into them after.” Chuckling awkwardly at that, Seonji soon disappeared behind a tree and came back in her wolf form, tilting her head as she saw you still standing there the same way as before. You’ve raised your hands at that and chuckled lightly, soon doing the same and facing her again in your wolf form.

“You ready? It’s been a while since we’ve gone this.” Seonji spoke to you through the mind link and your wolf only nodded her head as answer, the two of you finally taking off and running freely through the large woods. You haven’t felt this happy and carefree in a longer time, so the two of you took your time to explore the woods further.

Suddenly, your wolf stopped in her tracks and sniffed the air, her tail wiggling in excitement as she looked around the space. *Mate!* You’ve gasped at her words and felt yourself getting more excited than before and tried to get her to calm down a bit so that she could focus.

“Y/N, where are you? The alpha told us to not be lurking around the pack borders!” You ignored Seonji’s words and took a few steps forward, unknowingly stepping over the pack’s border. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I’ll be joining you again in no time.” You’ve felt the connection through the mind link weakening and frowned at that, ready to turn around before a sudden appearance stopped you from doing so.

“What do we have here? A little she-wolf... What are you doing out here all by yourself, hm?” Your entire form froze as you heard the unfamiliar voice and whipped your head around, facing a male you have never seen before. *He’s a rogue! Let’s go back over the pack’s border, please, Y/N...*

Nodding at your wolf’s words, you took steps back, but suddenly bumped into another body right behind you. “Where do you think you’re going, little one?” Fear spread through your entire body and you’ve tried to contact Seonji through the mind link, but to no avail. “She’s the alpha’s daughter, Min. What do you think would they give us in return for giving her back to-“

“Come on, guys. Quit it. The poor girl is all shaken up, just look at her quivering wolf.” A third male joined you and as soon as your eyes landed on his, your breath hitched in your throat and time seemed like it has slowed down, everything around you suddenly moving in slow-motion. “That’s literally point.”

“Do you think Chan hyung would be proud of that? It’s not our goal to abduct female wolves, especially not if she’s my mate.” The two males dropped their jaws immediately after he stopped speaking and apologized in an instant. “We’ve had no idea. Sorry, Jisung.” Said male snickered at them and the two other men quickly took off, leaving you with Jisung alone.

You could feel it, the sincerity in his voice. He really was your mate, but you couldn’t quite get a grip of the whole situation yet. Your mate was a rogue? He slightly bent down to face your wolf better and smiled softly, watching as your wavering eyes locked with his again. “I’m sorry for these two dumbasses, really. I’m Jisung, by the way, and I guess you’re my mate. Sad to see you in your wolf time at our first meeting, but I gotta go now. We’ll see each other soon though. Don’t worry, sweets.”

And with that he’s already taken off, leaving you stunned and not knowing how to react. A few moments later, you’ve gotten out of your daze and walked back over the pack border, immediately hearing Seonji yelling at you through the mind link. Deciding to not waste any more time, you’ve quickly ran back to the start point of your run and joined her by the beginning of the woods, dressed in your own clothes again.

“Where the hell have you been?! I’ve tried contacting you for like 20 minutes!” You bit your lower lip nervously and apologized to her, but not telling her what exactly had happened. “I’m back, okay? Let’s please just go back. I think I’ve had enough for today.” She sighed and shook her head at you, but not questioning anything any further.

It’s been a week since you’ve met Jisung in the woods. Not once did he leave your mind, but you’ve tried to come to terms with the fact that your mate was a rogue wolf. A sigh escaped from in between your lips and you rubbed your temples, trying to sooth the headache that was slowly but surely forming.

Laying flat down on your bed, you turned around onto your back and clasped your hands right over your stomach. Jisung’s face appeared in your mind and you couldn’t deny that he was very good looking, probably the best looking male you’ve ever laid your eyes on. A slight smile formed on your lips and you thought back to that day you’ve met your mate for the very first time.

“Hey, girl!” You jumped at the sudden sound of a voice and sat up to look at the person, seeing Seonji standing in the doorway and grinning at you. She’s closed the door behind her and walked over to you bed, taking a seat right next to you. “You’ve been kinda distant the whole day already. Is everything okay?”

You shrugged in response and avoided eye contact, feeling her stare burning right into you. “I guess I’ve met my mate...” The female’s eyes widened immediately and she turned her whole body to face you, mouth dropping open from shock. “Oh my, really?? Where are they??” You’ve chuckled to yourself at that and shook your head, looking up for the first time to lock your eyes with hers.

“He’s a rogue, Seonji, and I don’t know what to do now. You know that my parents would never allow such a thing. I’m the alpha’s daughter after all. I just can’t have a rogue wolf as mate.” The first tears started to form in your eyes and you’ve felt yourself getting pulled into a tight embrace from your best friend.

“We’re gonna find a way. If he’s your fated mate, then the two of you have to get together, no matter what anyone else says. But like... Is he hot though?” You’ve slightly chuckled as you saw her wriggling her eyebrows and nodded as answer. “Yeah, he’s really good looking. His name is Jisung, by the way.”

“Jisung? That’s a cute name.” You’ve smiled at that and agreed, your heart fluttering just by thinking about him.

“I wanna meet him again, but I’m afraid I can’t cross the pack border again without my father or Yugyeom noticing. They’d flip.” Seonji hummed at that and tapped her chin with her pointer finger, being deeply lost on her thoughts.

“I could cover for you if you wanna meet him again that badly.” Your eyes immediately sparkled at her words and you smiled brightly. “You’d actually to that for me?” Nodding at your question, you pulled her into a hug once again and still grinned like crazy. “Thank you! You’re literally the best.”

“ I didn’t expect to see you so soon again, sweets. But I can’t deny that it’s nice seeing you coming back for me.” You immediately turned around as soon as you’ve felt the male’s presence behind you and blushed furiously as your eyes met. He looked you up and down and smiled slightly as he saw you in your human form for the first time.

“You’re so cute, do you know that?” You wanted to say something back, but were unable to do so. A lump formed in your throat and you felt yourself freeze more with every step Jisung took toward you. “Am I making you nervous? You don’t have to be, trust me.”

One of his hands lifted up to put a strand of hair behind your ear and rested on your cheek right after, causing you to lean into his touch instantly and him to chuckle softly at your reaction. “Y/N.” The male’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you chuckled slightly. “M-My Name. It’s Y/N.”

He smiled in realization and took a step back again, a small feeling of disappointment building in the pit of your stomach. “So, Y/N. You’re the alpha’s daughter, hm?” Head hanging down at the mention of your father, you could only nod timidly and didn’t know what to say to him.

“I see. I don’t think he’d be too happy about me being your mate then.” You chuckled nervously at that and agreed, knowing what your father thinks about rogue wolves. “I’m sorry we don’t have it as easy as others, but we can try to figure things out. If you’re accepting me, of course.” Your eyes widened immediately at his words and you grabbed his forearm tightly.

“Of course I accept you! I’ve been waiting for my mate for three years and now that I’ve finally found you, I don’t wanna let you go, Jisung.” The male smiled sweetly at that and took your hand that was holding his arm into his own hand. “Okay, great then. By the way, I’m sorry for Changbin and Minho, the two guys from last week. But you also know how dangerous it is for you to cross your pack’s border. You were lucky I got there in time.”

“I know and I’ve wanted to thank you for this again. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if you didn’t come...” Ruffling your hair and smiling down at your slightly smaller form, you‘ve stared right back at Jisung with the same smile. “Don’t you have to get back to your pack? I bet everyone is already looking for you, hm?” You shrugged your shoulders and sighed at the thought of leaving Jisung again.

“Seonji, my best friend, is covering for me, so that I can stay with you a little longer. I don’t wanna leave you, Jisung.” The male sighed at that as well and took your hands in his once more. Your eyes had suddenly widened as an idea came into your mind and you looked at him in excitement. “How about you come with me to my pack? I think that if we talk with my father and convince him, he’ll let you join us! You’re my mate after all.”

“That’s so sweet of you, it really is, but I can’t just leave the other guys. And I don’t think your pack would accept eight rogue wolves at once. No one would...” Your smile dropped instantly and he tightened his grip on your hand, pulling you toward his body and wrapping an arm around your waist instead. “I really appreciate that you try everything for us to be together, but it’s a little more complicated.

You’ve pouted at his words and looked up to meet his gaze. Not saying anything for a few seconds, the two of you were lost in each other’s eyes and leaned forward at the same time. For the first time ever since you’ve met your mate, your lips connected in a sweet kiss, the touch sending an electric feeling through your whole body. Humming at the feeling of his soft lips moving slowly against yours, Jisung smiled into the kiss and pulled away pretty soon after.

“You really should go back now, Y/N. I’d like for you to stay longer here with me, but I also don’t want you to get into any kind of trouble.” Nodding at his words, your eyes met once more and you gave him a soft smile, causing him to lean down again and leave a soft peck on your left cheek. You chuckled at that and took a few steps back, waving at him cutely before turning around and disappearing from his sight completely.

“Alpha, we have spotted some rogue wolves wandering around the borders!”

Your head shot up at that immediately and you looked around only to see one of the pack betas talking to your father. You’ve gulped nervously and were praying for it to be someone other than eight certain males. “But they haven’t crossed the border yet, right?” The beta shook his head and your father sighed at that, rubbing his temples.

“You keep an eye on them and should anything happen, come and tell me as fast as possible. Okay?” Nodding and bowing at those words, the beta was dismissed right after and your father turned to you, causing you to chew your bread nervously. “Don’t be so nervous, Y/N. I’m sure they won’t do anything.” You’ve hummed at his words and forced a smile, internally screaming as he sat down right in front of you.

“Father, I have a question.” He stopped his movements and placed the knife back on his plate, looking at you immediately with a small smile. “Okay, sure. What is it, honey?” Talking a slightly deep breath, you’ve chuckled nervously and started fiddling with the sleeves of you hoodie.” What if, theoretically spoken, someone out of this pack has a rogue wolf as mate? What would happen?”

Raising his eyebrows at your question, he tilted his head and thought about it for a second. “Well, it’s not in our power to decide who one’s mate is, but considering that it’s a rogue... We’d most likely kick them out of the pack. Why? Do you know someone?” A smile forced its way onto your lips and you shook your head. “Nope. I was just curious.”

After that, you and your father continued to eat breakfast in silence, which you were glad about, but you couldn’t help the nervousness that’s built up in the pit of your stomach. You were quick to finish your food and excused yourself, quickly putting away the dishes and going upstairs into your room, finally breathing in deeply as a heavy feeling was lifted off your chest.

Leaning back against the door, you rubbed your temples and felt the tears forming on the corner of your eyes, causing you to inhale deeply more often to try to calm you down. A sarcastic smile formed on your lips and you scoffed, shaking your head. *He wouldn’t abandon his own daughter, would he? But then again he has Yugyeom who’s taking over the pack along with Seonji. I am of no use...*

You’ve felt the first tear sliding down your cheek, but were quick to wipe it away with your sleeve. You wanted to appear strong, wanted to fight for you and Jisung so that you could stay together, but also not wanting to disappoint your father and the rest of your pack. It would be a scandal if anyone was to find out the alpha’s daughter mate was a rogue wolf.

Suddenly, you noticed a certain smell lingering in the air. It was faint, but still noticeable enough for you. Your eyes widened and you sprang up from your bed immediately, running over to the window to get a look at the outside, but because your pack house was right in the middle of the whole place your pack owned, you couldn’t get a glimpse of where the borders were. Sighing at that, you’ve taken a deep breath and turned around to leave your room. “Y/N, where are you going all alone?”

Quickly glancing at your mother who was conversing with other females, you’ve smiled shortly at her and shook your head, continuing your way out the front doors. After that, you were quick to move over to the pack borders and your breath stopped in your throat as you saw eight males just a step away from crossing the border. Some guards of your pack’ve already gotten there as well and were literally ready to pounce on the rogues if one was to make a single move.

“What the hell are you doing here, Y/N?! Go back!” Shaking your head, your eyes met with Mark’s, one of Yugyeom’s future beats and a childhood friend of yours. “I can’t. Please don’t hurt them, Mark.” The older male looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and looked back to the eight rogues, just to see them smirking at him. Your eyes were fast to find Jisung’s and the male sent you a small smirk, adverting his gaze after again before speaking up. “I’m here to claim what’s mine.”

Confusion raised amongst your pack members and they looked at each other, trying to figure out what he meant. Gulping nervously, you’ve finally taken a few steps closer, the sweet smell of your mate intoxicating you. Mark’s arm wrapped around you immediately and stopped you in your tracks, causing you to sigh at his overprotectiveness. “They’re not going to hurt me. Trust me.”

“How would you know that? They’re rogues, Y/N!” Closing your eyes for a split second, they’ve found Jisung again after opening them and you smiled immediately. “I know it because-“ “Y/N! Have you gone crazy?!” Flinching immediately at your father’s loud voice, you’ve turned your head to look at him and saw the rage in his eyes.

He was fast to join by your side and take you out of Mark’s grip, turning your body so that it was facing him. His hold around your wrist was tight and caused tears to build in the corners of your eyes. “I’ve told you to not lurk around the pack borders so many times! Especially not during a situation like this.” His voice was firm and you cowered underneath his stare, never having felt this small before.

“Let her go! You’re hurting her.” Your head shot up instantly after hearing what Jisung said and your father scoffed in disbelief, looking at the younger male as well. “And who are you to tell me this? What are you doing here in the first place? My beta’s told me you’ve been lurking around here for a while now.” Your mate smirked at that and took a small step closer to the border, almost crossing it.

“Like I’ve said, I’m here to get what belongs to me. You better let Y/N go or I can’t promise to leave without a fight.” You’ve felt a lump in your throat and nervously looked at your father again, confusion clearly noticeable in his look. “Father, Jisung is my mate.” Gasps were heard coming from around you and the grip around your wrist loosened quickly. “What?”

“You’ve heard her. I’m your daughter’s mate.” The alpha suddenly chuckled and shook his head, turning to face the eight other males. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I know my daughter can do better than you. Is this some kinda plan to take over my pack? Because if so, I can tell you that it won’t work.” You’ve scoffed at your father words and quickly left his side, moving fast so that no one could stop you.

Everyone’s eyes widened at your actions and you felt Jisung’s concerned gaze on you, putting a hand on his upper arm to say that it was fine. Taking a deep breath, you’ve faced your father again and saw the disbelief in his eyes. “It’s true, father. He’s my mate and I wanna stay with him. Please don’t try to separate us. You know how long I’ve waited to find my mate.” He scoffed at that and squinted his eyes, taking a look at each of the eight males and stopping his gaze on your mate.

“If you wanna stay with him this badly, then leave my pack and go with him.” Your eyes widened and Mark was fast to turn around to face the alpha. “Alpha, you can’t do that. She’s your daughter!” Glaring at him, Mark shut up immediately and hung his head low. Your father’s blank eyes locked with yours again and you’ve tried to not show any nervousness at all.

“You can choose between your pack or mate, Y/N. I can’t accept rogues in my pack and I’ve told you that often enough. You could’ve just rejected him but I see that you didn’t. So I guess your decision is already made as well.” You’ve felt Jisung’s hand grabbing yours and squeezing it shortly. A small smile formed on your lips because of that and you took a deep breath before speaking up again. “You’re right. My decision is made...

...I’m not going to leave Jisung.”

#idk what this is #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #hanjisung #han #jisung #fanfiction #supernatural #stay #werewolf #kpop #kpop imagines

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siren1song · 5 years ago

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I wrote a fic in response to art again. This time it’s this really cool piece done by @strawberryjellystuff

I’m ngl I’m like crazy proud of this one.

Taglist: @acanvasofabillionsuns, @emo-disaster, @greenninjagal-blog, @jungle321jungle, @demidork84, @sleepy-sides, @gattonero17

Got a Darkside

The moon shined behind him, illuminating the path he had taken up to this point. But where Roman had to go, no natural light would reach. The trees looked black, the moonlight not daring to touch within ten feet of the forest.

Roman swallowed hard, adjusting his grip on the torch he had just lit so he could make his way to where he wanted- needed to go. And then he stepped out of the light and into the eclipsing darkness, chills shooting down his spine at the choice he had just made.

He was no coward, he needed to make this journey, overwhelming evil aura or not.

With a deep breath Roman adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag, the weight of the importance it carried making his chest feel like stone. He could do this, just one step in front of the other and he’d be back home with the things he needed to save-

“You can do this,” he whispered to himself, continuing to walk through the trees, the mushrooms practically glowing against the light of his torch.

The forest was filled with magic, and even someone with about as much magic as a cog like Roman could feel it. He couldn’t tell if it was as dark as mages made it out to be though, he had no magic to speak of, no way to tell the difference between light and dark magic.

There was no way to tell if the decision he was making was the right one, but he had no money for a trustworthy healing mage, nothing of note that a lord may want to help him save his best friend from the magical illness.

And he knew it was magical in nature. There was no mundane illness that he could find that caused the inky black veins running under Virgil’s skin. No matter how many times he bothered the village clinician, Doctor Logan Ackroyd, there just wasn’t an answer caused by non magical means.

So into the forest Roman was going, in search of the supposed dark mage that lived there. Hoping beyond hope he might be able to convince a man rumored to be as dark as they came to help him where money greedy mages of the kingdom wouldn’t.

Snap!

Roman whipped around, extending his torch so the flames would light any potential danger. He had to protect his handbag, it carried the only bargaining chip he had.

He had to protect himself as well, seeing as he was Virgil’s only hope of survival right now.

Nothing stepped into the light of fire, but Roman’s heart didn’t settle from his throat. He felt eyes on him, and the feeling made his skin crawl as if there roaches making their home underneath it.

“Keep going, Roman, you need to get to the center of the forest,” he mumbled to himself, his eyes constantly flicking about the trees, every movement and sound catching his attention.

Roman walked for twenty more minutes before he realized with an abrupt chilling terror that the sounds had stopped and the forest had somehow grown darker while he wasn’t paying attention.

He stopped, his grip on the strap of his shoulder bag tightening as he tilted his head this way and that, listening for signs of life.

Total silence and fear spilling down his spine, spreading to his ribs, constricting his chest until his breaths were quick and uneven.

No, he couldn’t panic right now, not when Virgil needed him.

But he didn’t have a weapon. Not even the sword he’d forged himself under his apprenticeship with the blacksmith. All he had was his fists and the knowledge of fighting he’d gained from his days on the streets when he was young, roughhousing with a brother he barely remembered.

Suddenly there was sound again, but only one. It slid in the grass and leaves, sending a sound not unlike a hiss to Roman’s ears. He tensed, looking around frantically as he struggled to pinpoint where it was coming from.

The feeling of eyes on his back intensified, and Roman whirled around.

Paralyzing fear locked up his limbs as snake eyes filled his vision, poison yellow and bright with power.

And yet it wasn’t a colossal snake in front of him but a man. A man with scales decorating half his face and powerful magic seeming to emanate off of his skin, almost as if he was feeding the forest around him. Which should be impossible, it was the magic in nature itself that gave mages their power, their connection and respect of the earth and sea and sky giving them abilities the mundane could never hope to have.

“You’re in my forest,” the mage said, stating a fact as if he was trying to figure out a puzzle and Roman was a piece.

Roman nodded, struggling to keep his breathing even in the face of the fear squeezing his lungs. Was this the mage of the forest he’d heard whispers of? The man no one seemed to have any information on beyond he was powerful and he preferred to be left alone?

“Why?”

The mage narrowed his eyes at Roman, suspicious of his intentions if he had a guess. Roman didn’t blame him, he’d be suspicious too if people spoke of him this way and suddenly a stranger appeared in his home.

“I-” he stopped, the fear in his lungs constricting tighter, halting his words.

With an irritated hiss, the mage glanced to the side. His eyes never locked on anything, almost as if he was looking at the forest itself.

The fear eased, and Roman could finally breathe.

What the hell? Did this mage just look to the forest itself and make it ease on the paranoia it was causing him?

Just how powerful was he?

“I need help,” Roman said, his voice hoarse and weak as it left him.

The mage looked at him again, tilting his head to the side as he searched Roman’s face like he was looking for something.

“I had assumed you wanted something, tell me what it is. I’ll decide if it was a fruitless endeavor on your part.”

Roman swallowed, glancing at the trees around him as the darkness seemed to grow even darker, the shadows reaching for his form, held at bay by the glow of his torch and the command of the mage.

“My best friend is sick, something is draining his life and I have found no non magic illness to cause the blackness filling his veins.”

The mage sneered, his fingers twitching at his side and the shadows lurching just a few feet closer. Roman’s fear returned, this time all his own.

“You couldn’t go to the light mages for help? I’m sure this type of heroism is exactly what they get off on.”

Roman grit his jaw, anger flaring at the memory of his meeting with the cheapest mage he could find.

“I’m poor, barely above a street rat as a blacksmith’s apprentice. They wouldn’t help me unless I gave them my life, and even then they wouldn’t do everything in their power to save the life of my friend.”

The mage paused at the rage in Roman’s voice, his face smoothing back into curiosity as he looked at him.

“And what makes you think I’ll do what you need for free?”

Roman took a deep breath. This was the one question he had been prepared for. He opened his shoulder bag, pulling out the only thing he had to offer a mage who had been cut off from society, and as far as Roman knew, contact.

A blanket. An afghan to be more specific. It was the only thing he had managed to keep from his mother before she passed and he was left on the streets. The only thing he and his brother had shared without a fight before he had been taken by guards for showing signs of magic.

The mage inhaled sharply, his eyes widening as they locked on the wool in Roman’s hands.

“I… hope it’s not insulting. I’ve heard sentimental magic can be powerful, and I know the weight of this blanket has gotten me through some very lonely years. It’s yours, if you will help me.”

Snake eyes snapped up to look at Roman’s face, making him flinch away, scared he may have insulted the most powerful man he had ever met.

“...Alright. Bring him here, and I will see what I can do. You leave the blanket with me, though.”

Roman’s grip on the afghan tightened, closing his eyes as he struggled to come to terms with the fact he’d have to part with it sooner than he anticipated.

“Do you have a way that would make it easier to bring him? He’s been bedridden for weeks, and my village is a week’s travel by foot,” he said, finally opening his eyes to be met with a surprised look from the mage.

It was almost as if he hadn’t expected Roman to agree so easily.

Roman was too desperate to save his friend to argue. If this mage could help, if Roman could get him to help Virgil, he would do anything short of taking his own life or the lives of innocents.

“I may have a way to help, if you promise me one more thing,” the mage said, confusing Roman.

“What may that be?”

The mage hesitated, eyes going from Roman’s face to the shadows around them that had slinked back during their conversation, to the blanket in his hands, and finally back to his face.

“Your name, and… continued companionship, once your friend is healthy.”

Roman blinked, staring at the mage in surprise. Of all the things he had been expecting to have to give up, his time had not been one of them. At least, not in the way the mage was asking.

Then he grinned, charming smile naturally slipping into place and confident squaring of his shoulders making the remaining fear he felt melt from his muscles.

“You may call me Roman. And I’d be happy to return for more leisurely activities once my friend is saved.”

The mage seemed taken off guard once again, though his own inviting smile graced his features. He took a few steps forward, gently tugging the afghan from Roman’s arms and into his own.

“And I am known as Deceit, but I suppose I’ll allow you to call me Dee.”

#casper writes #ts roman #ts janus #ts virgil #implied future roceit #platonic prinxiety #mage deceit #one mention of logan #ive noticed its a trend for me to write deceit as really powerful #especially when it comes to magic #im not really complaining it just seems to be a trend with me #anyway i hope you guys like this im v proud of it

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tarisilmarwen · 5 years ago

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RobStar Week 2020, Day 6 - Wedding Bells

(*whispers* RobStar wedding, RobStar wedding, RobStar wedding, RobStar weeeeeddiiiiiiinnnng! :D

Featuring a few of my headcanons and a reformed Blackfire.

Enjoy!)

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Argent made one last adjustment to the little jeweled tiara that crowned Starfire's veil and then stepped back in satisfaction.

"There we are," she declared. "Done!"

Starfire beamed widely, extending her arms to look herself over, pinching handfuls of the swishy satinesque white skirt and giving it little twirls.

"Ooh girl, Robin is just gonna faint!" Bumblebee crowed in approval, from her spot by the window.

She giggled in agreement.

The dress was perfect. Light white sequined lace all up her arms, dipping down across her collar in a subtle sweetheart neckline, ending at her waist where the billowing skirt began. She'd gone full Western traditional--for this ceremony at least--with all the something olds and something blues as part and parcel of her lovely ensemble.

She could hardly keep her feet on the ground, floating up a few inches off her strappy white heels.

Raven gave a smile as she took Starfire's wrist and gently tugged her back to earth. "How are you feeling?" she asked, for Starfire's sake as she could already feel the quivering joy and excitement rushing through the Tamaranian's body.

"I am... nervous?" Starfire replied. Her hands wrung together. "But also excited and also happy and... Oh Raven I cannot believe it is finally happening!" she gushed.

"Congratulations love," said Argent. "Truly."

There was a quiet click as the bedroom door closed, a hesitant figure slipping in.

"Do you have everything packed for when you leave for Tamaran tomorrow?" Blackfire asked, eyes anxious.

"I believe so..." Starfire mused, taking a quick look around the guest bedroom. "Oh!" she cried. "My favorite hairbrush!" she said, spotting it still on the vanity. "I will need that in the bag before we go."

Blackfire nodded. "I've got it," she promised.

She took a few steps in that direction and then paused, feet rooting, evasive eyes raising seriously, fixing on her sister.

"You look... absolutely beautiful, little sister," she said quietly.

Starfire's glow dimmed, her eyes softening a little. "Are you certain you will not attend the ceremony and wedding feast on Tamaran?" she asked.

Blackfire gave a wry, self-hating smile and shook her head. "I get the feeling our dear loyal subjects wouldn't be too happy to see me around," she said. She tried to shrug in a way that was casual and unaffected. "It's okay. Wildfire and I were planning to jet off around the Scarpia Cluster after everything anyway."

Starfire reached out, gently grasping her sister's hand with a sincere look. "For the record," she said, "you would have a place at my wedding, if you wished it."

The facade of indifference slipped off Blackfire's face, her eyes stinging, as she dropped her chin, mumbling a soft, "Thanks. But I don't think I'm quite... ready for that yet."

"Understood."

Starfire let go and stepped back, checking over her dress once again and looking around the room.

"Has anyone seen Silkie?" she asked.

"He was with Robin and the boys last I checked," Raven told her, finishing up with the clasp of her necklace and letting it drape over the collar of her bridesmaid's dress. She tilted her head up. "Speaking of..." she commented dryly, giving an amused smirk. "I should probably go check on him now."

Starfire giggled knowingly. "Is he doing the freaking out?" she queried.

"You know him," she drolled.

"Tell him if he ruins that tux I will absolutely 'ave his head," Argent grumbled, picking up the loose pieces of ribbon on the floor as she and Kole finished winding together the boutonnieres, handing one to Raven before the empath walked out the door.

***

Robin paced agitatedly back and forth, wringing out the hems of his sleeves.

"Flowers on the altarpiece?" he asked Cyborg.

"Yep."

"And you've got the music all queued up?"

Cyborg looked vaguely offended at that. "You would dare doubt me?" he said.

Robin's face pinched. "Cyborg..." he groaned.

"I've got it, Rob," Cyborg reassured him. "Pachelbell's Canon in D for the processional, Mendelsson for the recessional, all your favorite love songs as pre-ceremony mood music."

Robin nodded stiffly, his hands coming up, wringing in his hair. "Three hours for the reception," he recited to himself, under his breath. "Two more to finish packing for Tamaran..."

"Dude, would you just relax," Beast Boy complained, watching from his perch on Robin's bed, curled up indian-style with his chin pillowed in his hands. "You're gonna give yourself a heart attack." He straightened up, a sudden look of concern in his eyes. "Have you even eaten anything yet?"

Robin shook his head. "Can't. Too nervous."

"No way are you skipping breakfast, you're gonna faint at the wedding for sure!" the changeling declared, leaping up from the bed.

He nearly bumped into Raven on his quest to find Robin some food.

"Pardon me!" he squeaked, darting around her.

Raven let him pass her, then stepped into the room, crossing to Robin, who already had an apologetic look on his face.

"Sorry," he said, forcing himself to quit pacing and face her. "I'm projecting aren't I?"

"Loudly," Raven confirmed, reaching up to pin his boutonniere in place. "What's got you so worked up anyway? I thought you'd be happier about marrying Starfire."

He sighed, raking a hand up through his bangs. "I am, I am, I promise I'm just--" He fixed her with a serious look. "You know just how many things can go wrong at one wedding?" he asked. "And we had the stupid idea to have two." He pressed his heels into his eyes, groaning. "And there's a whole host of traditions and rules to remember when we get to Tamaran and I keep thinking I'm just going to embarrass her in front of her court and her people and--"

"Robin," Raven interrupted sternly. She grabbed hold of one his wrists, pulling it down from his face. "Listen to me: It doesn't matter if you do or don't mess something up, if something does or doesn't go wrong," she told him. "If at the end of the day you wind up married, then the wedding is a success. Please relax," she ordered, siphoning off some of his anxiety with her powers.

Robin blinked, slightly in a daze for a moment before the tension eased out of his shoulders. "Ngl," he complained. "Warn me next time you're going to do that."

"You'll thank me later," she droned, grabbing up his jacket from where it hung on the chair and handing it over to him.

***

Pleasant sunlight streamed down on their heads as the Titans fluttered excitedly around the Manor's garden in anticipation. Two other teams had managed to make it for the ceremony on Earth--Titans East and Titans Oceanic, mostly, plus one Kid Flash and of course Blackfire and Wildfire. The rest would be joining them for the wedding on Tamaran, an affair that promised to be even more grandiose and magnificent.

For now, Robin was content to celebrate with his mentor and father figure and his closest friends, in the backyard of his childhood home.

A wind lifted the pale ribbon streamers, and flower petals from the blossoming trees drifted lazily on it. He tramped his feet anxiously, waiting for Speedy's signal that things were ready and the wedding could proceed.

Finally, spotting the archer from across the way, Robin straightened to attention. Speedy was giving the thumbs up. Bruce was squeezing his shoulder comfortingly.

Everything was ready.

He was going to get married.

Robin couldn't stop the prickles of energy coursing through him, igniting his heart. He could barely hear the lilting strings of the Canon as he watched Argent and Kole and Bumblee and Raven float down the aisle on the arms of their attendants.

There was a pause as the Titans scrambled to rise to their feet.

And then there she was.

She practically glowed joy, the way she moved down the aisle making it clear that she couldn't keep from floating. Cyborg looked like was having a bit of trouble holding onto her, in fact, as he walked her down the aisle, but the big grin on his face told Robin that he didn't mind in the least.

Robin could feel his own grin cracking the edges of his jaw. He must've looked so stupidly happy.

Starfire giggled as she came within range, descending lightly to her feet and standing there with the sunlight caught in her red hair, a perfect picture of bridal bliss.

Robin felt so dizzyingly glad to see her that he got physically dizzy for a moment, tilting back on his feet.

Beast Boy caught him before he wobbled too much, pushing him back upright.

"Told you you needed eat something," he muttered.

The pastor behind them at the altar cleared his throat, raising his book of devotional readings as the music faded out.

"Our beloved friends and family, we are gathered here today..."

The bride and groom couldn't take their eyes and smiles away from each other the whole time.

#robstar #robin #starfire #Teen Titans #robstarweek #cyborg #Argent #raven #blackfire #bumblebee #speedy #bruce wayne #platonic pseudo siblings #beast boy #fanfiction #prompt fics

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steponmepinkjun · 4 years ago

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I NEVER FINISHED MY STORY OMG. ok so i left off at being too proud to tell my friend she was right and kpop fucked hard. the difference between u and me is that i’m too good of a liar. too good. i kept up the “i hate kpop it’s cringe” facade for ALMOST TWO WHOLE YEARS, I SHIT YOU NOT. why? bc my dumb ass, extra ass, dramatic ass self thought “ok if i’m gonna have to deal with the embarrassment of admitting i’m wrong, i better do it in such an extra ass way it’ll knock ur socks off so hard that YOULL be the one embarrassed not me.” the original plan was to learn the entire choreography to bts dope, bc it’s the song that she told me to listen to and inevitably the song that got me into them, but later switched to bts fire bc i saw too many of those “choreo matches w any song” videos, and then her birthday party came up. and here’s the real kicker. her birthday is April Motherfuckin Fools. so it would be So Perfect for me to reveal my kpopism as a birthday present And a april fools prank in one. so i was Set on the Reveal being on april 1st, but the day rolls around and god that choreo is so fucking hard and i am Not a dancer. never have been. so i abandon that and go ykno what… i’ll do it Next Year. BC MY BITCHASS WAS LIKE NO THE MOMENT IS TOO PERFECT TO DO IT ON A NORMAL ASS DAY ITS GONNA BE ON APRIL FOOLS ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OR NOT AT ALL. a year rolls by, i’ve told most of our friends except her and they’re all in on it, i’d made so many subtle kpop references to her without her realising they were fully intentional and had too many scares where she almost figured me out but i lied my way out of it, and i’d given up on showing off with choreography bc i couldn’t make that shit look good. i’m not a dancer. i am, however, a rapper, and a damn good one, so i inhaled the agust d mixtape and decided i’d just rap the eminem of kpop’s anthem at her face. in korean. and change the lyrics at the end (if u haven’t listened to agust d, the bridge repeats “i’m sorry” a lot) to “i’m sorry i kept this from u for so long” and “i’m sorry i actually ult got7 not bts” (this was like the april after skz debuted ok i was holding onto got7 for dear life knowing full well skz we’re going to convert me smh) and the best part? she never saw it coming. her official present was a cd with a bunch of kpop on it but she thought it was just a personalised mixtape for her so i told her to play the first song out loud and she knew the song Instantly. it has a long intro so she was like “i guess u did listen when i recommended u this song!! i knew you’d like it since u like rap so much!!” and then i started rapping and i shit u not. she started SCREAMING. like the initial reaction was her jaw dropping and then instinctively covering her mouth but when i kept going and she realised i wasn’t fucking around she just fucking screamed like a banshee. at the end during the sorry bit i threw off my jacket to reveal a got7 shirt on the inside and she fell off her chair and started rolling around on the floor. needless to say it was every bit as satisfying as i thought it’d be LMAOOOO afterwards her ass was like “I CANT BELIEVE U HID THIS FROM ME FOR OVER A YEAR” and when i tried to explain my ego couldn’t take the “i told u so” she was like “you know i wouldn’t have made fun of you for it right? i would just be glad you’re not hating on my boys anymore” so basically i’m a big dramatic fool and she was always too good for me.

don’t mind the weird spaces here my ipad is being all fucky wucky w me rn. damn sad to hear ur sideblog experience didn’t go so well, i’d have shown u the cool side of the fandom if i knew 😤😤 leading u thru the cursed halls of kpop stan tumblr like a sketchy tour guide that’s actually 3 small raccoons stacked on top of each other like a trench coat, like “over here we have the fanfic writers that honestly need to publish a book, over here we have the gif makers that are responsible for my entire camera roll, if we take a quick swerve past the death threat anons and the twt fanwar screenshots - mind ur feet bub the 14 year olds were tryna make a grab for ur ankles - ah here’s the holy grail of shitposts, you might be here for hours, to the right we have the weird aussie side of the fandom that projects our childhoods onto chanlix but also all the members as we decide what their life in australia would’ve been like, and down there is a secret trapdoor to the blogs w endless random headcanons that will make you laugh, cry or blush depending on if the author woke up and decided to choose violence today. enjoy your Stay!” but then again i’m not so active on tumblr anymore (ngl you’ve become the highlight of my tumblr experience these days, interaction wise,) so maybe all my Local Hotspots are inactive now. i know a bunch of them are, it’s sad. “i don’t fw stan twitter for the same reason i don’t hang out in meth dens” oop. guess i’m a meth addict. no but i get u i rly do, it’s a hellhole out there, but the fact that things get shared and spread a lot easier than on tumblr and how short most things have to be (therefor keeping up w my adhd attention span without having to resort to the mental torture that is tiktok, with the added bonus of not always needing headphones.) that i just. couldn’t leave if i tried. maybe i should try being active on tumblr again but it’s a dying site in comparison.

“their music doesn’t consistently hit for me as much as skz” i’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore. what. what. you don’t dramama ramama ramama hey? you don’t feel a little jealousyyyyyy, naega anin? you don’t shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, or aremdaeun love killa love killa? you can’t be your hero du du du du du du du du du dududu? u disappoint me. literally like everyone i know who likes skz music likes mx music like it’s a rite of Passage. they’re kindred spirits, monsta x music is like skz’s music’s cool but mildly heterosexual older brother. neither of them know what a bad song is it runs in the family. and both their music runs in my VEINS. whenever i describe my music taste they’re always the first two that come to mind, skz being my number 1 bc they are my best boys but mx bc of the Flavour. pls listen to the entire the code album then get back to me 😤🙌 ok but fr ur so right they are 7 of the finest men i ever seen (yes i say 7 bc i’m including wonho cause he deserved better and i’ll die on my ot7 bullshit.) like don’t get me started on them either LOL i LITERALLY downloaded that one insta video of changkyun working out his back n arm muscles w his tattoo showing bc i needed that shit saved for Science. they could do Anything w me like frfr. yes vixx is the bdsm contract group i’m telling ya they wildin. or at least they were. it’s been years since their last comeback idk what they’re doing anymore tbh. and yeah that makes sense, savouring the hyperfixation i feel it, but also i’m so attached to skz that i never let it die. like i hyperfixate on other things and other groups but i will Always go back to skz cause they’re my homeboys. hell, they’re my home. being a predebut stay i’ve spent more time w skz than most of my actual family members at this point. but that’s just me you do u boo xx just know that if ur anything like me ur never letting go once skz it’s been my longest lasting fixation cause they hit like Nothing Else Do. ik i’ve already said that but i cannot stress it enough. they’re really special. i’m gonna stop here before i get all sappy and emotional bc i really love those boys so fucking much and i don’t drop the L bomb often. SIDE NOTE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE UR LIST OF GROUPS RANKED BY THORSt. i need to judge ur Taste. and omg cat&dog is such a guilty pleasure song bc the lyrics make me cringe so much bc while pet play can be fun they be doing it in more of an “i’m an innocent soft dogboy uwu” kinda way that just Does Not Sit Right with me. it comes back to the objectifying of asians that asians themselves don’t help in industries like these and maybe i’m looking too far into it when rly it is just wholesome n cute or maybe they are into some pet play shit idk idc i will bop to the song regardless but i will not acknowledge the lyrics nope.

YOURE RIGHT THO SKZ’S OPENNESS IS IN FACT, A BIG DEAL, i’ll grab them for u if u want but i found these twt threads of skz supporting the lgbt community and i just felt a special kind of happiness man like sure the delusional part of me likes going “haha they’re gay” bc my brain likes to imagine them as my polycule of mlm boyfriends bc sometimes thats what gives me the serotonin to get me thru the day ok don’t judge but also bc it’s nice knowing that yes i’ll never know them personally, but at least i can support them knowing they’d respect my gender identity and my pronouns, they’d respect who i choose to love, and that’s already more than the general public can say so shit, it is special! it’s special that they don’t treat being cishet like the norm - they constantly remove gender from their songs and speech entirely, they don’t assume all stays are female anymore, we don’t talk abt the babygirls incident cause we got babystays in the end outta that ok, and it’s just. so refreshing and important to me bc i can’t get that anywhere else!! like my semi ults are the boyz and while i love them very much and there’s no way all 11 of them are straight i refuse, i do get just a little bit sad whenever they she/her their fandom by default and call them their girlfriends n shit even tho i do still identify as a girl, i’m also genderfluid/nonbinary/transmasc, and i have a very love/hate relationship w my womanhood and rarely use she/her pronouns, cause it’s like, do you not see me? see us? the ones who aren’t cishet women? i mean i know kevin does bc he congratulated a fan who came out as nb but it’s just not the same as the openness we get w skz. like how do i trust cishets i could be supporting them as a queer person when in reality they’d call me a slur. what would i know, behind the screen? so it’s so good that skz go the extra mile to make it a safe space for everyone. this is already long enough i will reply to the second half of that ask in another message… tomorrow cause it’s 1am and i’m tired gn -felix bi anon

I'mma have to start putting these under a readmore so that i don't absolutely make everything who is still following me for some reason go totally fucking insane 😂

NDJDHWJJAHFNAKBSJSBFBHHDBDNAJD YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FACES I WAS MAKING READING THIS, I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND GASPING EVERY OTHER SENTENCE SO HARD THAT I SCARED THE CATS NDJWHSHSB the fact that you went "oh you want me to get into kpop? Give me a hot minute, and I'll give you a whole ass private concert for free" biduehsjdbd biiiiiiiiiiitch you're a fucking ICON, I stg I could NEVER 😂 (and not just because I couldn't find a tune if you gave me a printed set of Google maps directions and that I embody the steriotype that white people can't dance, like my sister kept sensing me tiktoks of the whole "dance like a white girl" trend going lmfao look it's you and eventually I was like "sis please this trend has me feeling like being white is a disability and these mothafuckers are being ableist 😭 also I could NEVER be that on beat so yall ain't even doin it right 😭😭😭😭"). Tbh if I told one of my friends (lol what friends, i got jokes) to get into Skz and they showed up at my bday and performed the entirety of I Got It I would simply shower them in money and go "aight everyone else go home, you are no longer needed, you are being laid off, your position has been eliminated, we're downsizing, the company is moving up and you're moving out, you are not qualified for this role any longer, best of luck with future endeavors" 😊

I think part of the reason I can't deal w Twitter is the exact reason I refuse to leave tumblr, in that I've been on tumblr since 2006 and twt since 2008, and tumblr literally has not changed at all, not even a little, whereas going from the early days of twt where there were no corporate sponsorships or ads and you had to manually copy and paste someone's tweet and @ them to retweet it, to how it is now, like 90% ads and showing me shit from the timelines of people I don't even fuckin follow n whatnot, it's just not enjoyable. Idk how anyone finds anything on twt, it confuses and frustrates me because I am old and have not adapted well to technology changing 😂 But arguably, the skz fanbase doesn't want me on skztwt anyways so like it works for both of us lmfaooo. I am old and cringey, and also still think of twt as stream of consciousness whereas tumblr is your teenage bedroom where you can decorate the walls with anything that interests you. I do really love the nonsensical kpoptwt shitposts tho fhshsbdjjss like it is a very specific flavor of mental instability that I enjoy immensely 😂 OH and also I initially misread part of that and thought you were saying you actually irl do meth and I was like 😳 WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT. HOW DO I HANDLE THIS. Like how do I express like "I wasn't being judgy of people who use substances cause I've been there but I was just being insensitive 😳" And then went back and reread it and was like WHEW, IM JUST AN ILLITERATE FOOL 😂😂😂😂 ejeywhdhrhjwbfbdjshdhdhd I spent like an hour bwign like "IS THE REASON WE GET ALONG BECAUSE THEY'RE ON METH???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION??????" hrhehshe I am literally a fuckin idiot it's fine

It's not that I don't fw them, it's more like... Okay so like there is no situation in which I am going to skip a skz song if it comes on shuffle. You will not ever catch me NOT in the mood to listen to Sunshine, if God's Menu comes on we are THROWIN the meager amount of booty meat I got hither and thither, I could be in the happiest mood of my life but if Ex comes on I will stop to SOB. And I'm not like that with most music, so mx just falls into the category of "there is a time and place." Idk why but it just doesn't forcibly grab hold of my heart and ass the way skz always does. I really don't WANT my skz fixation to ever end, but I know that eventually it'll stop giving me dopamine bevause my brain is my worst fucking enemy 🙃 like my arcana fixation is to date the longest running hyperfixation I've ever had, going on almost three years, and I used to not be able to spend every single second of every day thinking about Asra, but now... I just feel nothing when I look at arcana stuff. As you can probz tell by the fact that I hardly post arcana anymore 😂 So I know that eventually all my happiness will end, it always does, I can never stay just as obsessed with something as I was for long. I CANT SHARE THE LIST BECAUSE I DONT *HAVE* TASTE YET 😭 I'm basically just compiling a list of any group someone tells me I should look into, ranked by how strong the kitty purred upon googling pics of them 😂 My mom read my ass to FILTH over txt lmfao she was like "they're not that adorable. Maybe your standard for adorableness has gone down with You Know Who still on hiatus 🤔" bfjwhdhd like MOMMAAAAA THE LIBRARY IS CLOSED 😂 she attacks me any time I even hint at stanning other groups, she is a skz purist and stans skz only, unofficial Momma Stay of All Stays keeping me in check lmfao.

I feel like skz really do follow thru on their promise that they're a safe space for stays, it's nice to see that they hold space for anyone and everyone in their fanbase and do it in a really simple and elegant way, I feel. Like they never make it seem like "okay here are the fans and here are the token weirdos that were only recognizing to make a buck off of them" the way a lot of artists make it feel like 😑 like they don't go out of their way to act like it's some revolutionary act to do the bare minimum of not shitting on certain parts of the fandom, if that makes sense. They feel very "yeah, of course we love all our stays, this is a welcoming space for literally anyone, that's how it should be, that should be normal," instead of like "Hi fans we love you 😊 and special shoutout to you ell gee bee tee folk, make sure to buy my rainbow merch after the show!!!" you know? Like, they're the friends who would never make you feel weird or different for some shit, the friends that take the attention off you if something they know ur sensitive about comes up, instead of weirdly snapping at whoever brought the unfomfy thing up which ruins the mood and makes you feel tiwce as bad, yk? They just give off this vibe that they, and the space they create with their music, is just a genuine and chill place to be and hang out and relax and bond. I feel like they'd be the friend group that is so goofy and sweet and silly and accepting and lovely and always makes you feel loved and excited to be alive 🥺 They are all good noodles 🥺🥺🥺

#felix-bi-anon #asksteppie

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i mean like the final ep but technically seen my finals are this month too.... and we only have online classes...... look, i'm much more comfortable with them but also learning/studying stuff currently just really fucking drains my mental health but i just can't afford to not do it, y'know? i took today off with the excuse that i've got a headache and feel like shit, which i both do, and that my jaw hurts a lot (which it also does bcs i accidentally fell and hit a wooden table with my jaw/cheek and ugh i have an appointment this thursday to let it get checked out) and honestly? idk if i can do stuff tomorrow, or thursday, or friday.

ngl i wasn't close with my uncle, nobody in my family was except his youngest son. but it still hurts like a bitch for most of us, so i focused on taking care of everyone else. especially when my cousin (my uncle's eldest son) asked me to take care of them bcs.... i really don't want to disappoint him ig? so yeah, i haven't dealt with this stuff myself and only helped everyone else and i know that's wrong but i also don't feel anything about his death. i didn't feel anything when my grandfather died either? idk maybe i should just suck it up and forget it. but all of this, the fact that i don't feel anything about it, makes me sick af bcs who tf doesn't care about it when family members die???

i've now gotten to ep 47 tho and i just want to say.... ji chong deserves so much better, i hate everybody, my bby deserves only the best and i want him to be happy. also bao na is kind of sweet 🥺💕

i hope you have/had a great day!! 🥺❤

also this one here, your beloved ant anon, believes in chongyun supremacy 😌 simply bcs they're like... seriously interesting and idk why but xie yun feels gay and fei feels like a lesbian 👀 - ant anon

Oh my bad sjfj I thought you meant finals but that aside I am greatly concerned about what you're doing to get yourself hurt so much???

I dont think it makes you sick, people just process somethings differently and ig it has to do a lot with how much stuff bad news especially, we've had to process now, it gets too much so it's really just that our brain cant deal with everything yk.

Sadly I still havent started the wolf so idk who bao na is but I agree that ji chong deserves only the best. It's just how it is 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ahah yeahh I'm really loving all the xiechong gifsets on my dash, but I really do love xiefei too ngl they're really cute together BUT also idk how far you've seen lof but wu chuchu, the daughter of the wang family I'm pretty sure she had a crush on fei (who wouldn't tbh) but like major vibes from her ngl

#🐜 anon!!!#let's chat!

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Irondad and SteveTony Fic Recs!!

I decided to do a fic rec list bc i always see them and am So Grateful for them, esp rn bc everybody’s quarantined so what else is there to do but read fanfic. these are some of my favorite fics/some of the fics I read recently and just have open in safari rn. they’re mostly angst or whump ngl bc that’s my favorite but,,,, enjoy!

Irondad

ever in your favor by @iron--spider

Summary: Peter startles awake when someone shakes him. “Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.” He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

Note: this is probably my favorite ever irondad fic so like ,,, ummm ,,, Please read this

lay your weary head to rest by @the-great-escapism

Summary: “Please.” He means to say it loudly, with confidence, but it comes out as nothing more than a raspy whisper. His ears are ringing painfully, and his head feels like it’s going to explode. It hurts and hurts and hurts. “M-May,” Peter cries out to no one, feeling like a child. “Tony. Please, ‘m so tired.” He inhales and chokes on his tears. He can’t tell if it’s his imagination or not, but he’s pretty sure he hears a laugh. In which Peter gets kidnapped, and that's not even the worst part. The worst part is he's not allowed to sleep.

Priorities by JLMonroe1234

Summary: Tony had been in the cave for a month. Waiting. Planning. Healing. Biding his time until his creation would be ready and durable enough to get him home. With Yinsen's help and Tony's expertise, he would save them both. But when an injured teenager is brought into the mix, Tony must reevaluate his priorities and decide what's more important; a speedy escape, or rescuing the boy with the spider tattoo?

Return to Normal by Singing_Sirens

Summary: On his first day back, he didn’t expect the stares. Well, he expected some stares, but he didn’t think the entire hallway would just… stop. But that’s what they did. They froze, jaws hanging open, eyes wide, as he lowered his head and curled in on himself. He pushed through the attention. He set his jaw and marched forward, because he had been through worse in the last year.

Patient by alifetime

Summary: Just because Tony has retired as an Avenger, does not mean he still doesn’t have a business to run with Pepper. Since both his oldest children cannot always babysit for Morgan, he hires a babysitter. Harley didn’t really know what to think of the babysitter, and always kept a protective eye on Morgan. But she had told him that Skip was nice. She always seems to be smiling and happy whenever Skip comes to stay. It didn’t filter his concern. So when he goes college, he demands that Peter keeps an eye on him. Peter liked Skip. Until he didn’t. However, he will do anything to keep his brother and sister safe.

Identity Theft by KitCat992

Summary: It's been months since the events of Civil War, and the Avengers are doing their best to remain a team, having promised to forgive and forget. Unfortunately for them, Tony Stark's latest invention has been stolen and recovering it causes tension to reappear. Meanwhile, in Queens, Peter Parker has two main priorities on his plate — complete his midterm finals, and track down a fishbowl wearing criminal that may or may not lead him right into the hands of the Avengers. Somehow between all of this, Spider-man's identity is revealed to the Avengers, Steve and Tony's friendship may permanently be damaged due to continued hidden secrets, and Happy struggles to buy a youth-sized casket for Peter's funeral. Things were a lot easier when they were fighting over Bucky Barnes. (Or: The Avengers welcome Peter into their crazy superhero family and will do anything to protect him.) Shameless Peter whump and Protective Tony Stark.

the second law of thermodynamics by fourleafchloe

Summary: It happens the same way it always does. (It's just discipline. It's not that bad. It's fine, Peter is fine, he'll be fine--) Except he really isn't fine, and Tony knows something's up, and Peter's house of cards is falling apart, and so the story goes. — separate from other fics in the series. a recovery story full of soft irondad, found families, and (eventually) tons of fluff.

Note: this is part of a series of separate irondad fics, each one of them is incredible, so go check out this entire series.

how can the body die? (you tell me, everything) by @madasthesea

Summary: Tony felt panic creep up his spine. Something was occurring to him, slowly percolating in the back of his mind. “You said the stinger got you. Is Scorpion’s stinger venomous?” “I don’t—” Peter cut off as he groaned, the muscles in his jaw tight. “I don’t know. He upgraded—he was faster. Bigger. I—I thought I could beat him.”

oh, darling. by luna_e_stelle

Summary: "Peter?" Tony’s voice wavered with an urgency that cut through the thick haze in Peter’s mind. There was so much emotion in that one word that Peter wondered how he had ever doubted that Tony loved him. They had never said it out loud, just showed it in a way that spoke louder than words ever could. — Peter is taken, and he tries to find his way back home.

whumptober series by @iron--spider

Summary: 10 fics that fulfill whumptober prompts (i could many choose one so just go read the whole series)

Pieces of Echoes by @geekymoviemom

Summary: this is like a rewrite of the MCU integrating most of the storylines So Seamlessly with SuperFamily. Amazing series.

uneasy lies the head by @tnyystark

Summary: Two thoughts come to Peter, both at a breakneck speed he can barely handle. One: the world now thinks he is responsible for the attack in London. And Prague. And Venice. And the murder - murder; as if the man is really dead; as if the universe is kind enough to let that happen - of Mysterio. And two: the world now knows who he is.

Long Shadows by Black_Briar

Summary: Peter comes into contact with a foreign substance on a mission, and things only get worse from there.

I’ll Be Your Home (Forever and Always) by ScarletPotter

Summary: Peter didn't plan on being kidnapped, it all just sorta, maybe, happened? Peter was on his way to meet Ned when suddenly everything goes dark. When he wakes up he's restrained to a table and a man introduces himself to be Quentin Beck, and that he's going to kill him.

god did not craft us as alters, but as dying gods by helloitisafellowgay

Summary: Peter Parker is not immune to trauma. Far from it, in fact. (With great power comes great responsibility, Peter.) So when the building collapses, when the dilapidated remains of metal and concrete, and later searing scraps of plane, fall around him? Well, this is practically nothing. Practically. He’s fine, really. It just gets a little hard to breathe sometimes. Like, when he follows Happy into Stark Tower through the parking garage. Or when he turns on the news while doing homework and sees reports of a plane crash. And sure, the small fire that broke out in the chemistry lab had sent his heart racing and caused sweat to bead on the back of his neck until even Ned asked if he was okay, but it’s nothing to worry about. Regardless, he knows where those come from. But this? In which Skip Westcott is a repressed memory, until he returns.

Note: favorite fic title!

Stony

my heart is driftwood, floating down your coast by @kapteniron

Summary: Tonight, there’s a stranger in his backseat. That’s not unusual. He’s also sad. That’s not unusual either. What is unusual is that the stranger is silent. (One night, a stranger enters Steve's taxi. Nothing is the same again.)

Forever Linked by ashes0909 and athletiger

Summary: Before the door even clicked shut, he opened his mouth to let the pink petals flutter to the ground. In the center of all this mess was a single rose, not yet bloomed, but Tony knew, deep down, what this meant. But they were only teammates for sure; nothing else will go further. — “You have Hanahaki?” she asked, barely more than a whisper. He fisted out the petal from his pocket and held it out to her. “If that’s what would cause this to come out of my throat.”

Steve Rogers’ Guide to Wooing Tony Stark by Tonks22

Summary: Steve tries to woo Tony. Steve is not very good at it. Tony is oblivious.

Blue Lips, Blue Veins by @romanoff

Summary: Tony Stark is Iron Man. Before that, he was an man with bigger heart than brain. Before that, he was an asshole with a bigger mouth than sense. And before that, he was was a scared little boy. Not that it matters. Stark's always have had iron in their backbone.

Note: this is more of a character study of Tony Stark but it’s Incredible. Cannot recommend this enough.

The Butterfly Effect by @itsallavengers

Summary: While fighting with Loki, Steve Rogers from 2012 hears the two simple words: "Bucky's alive." And the whole universe ripples with the aftershocks.

Going Steady by @itsallavengers

Summary: Steve has a soft spot for the sound of Tony's heart

Hide A Heart Of War by RayShippouUchiha

Summary: “You’ve got war in your heart boy,” Howard sneers, “don’t ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.” Tony feels the familiar burn of a flower mark being etched into his skin but he doesn’t look, doesn’t try and check to see what it is. Instead he keeps his eyes on Howard and his hands cupped around his bleeding mouth and nose.

Note: this is technically Stuckony but,,, it’s rly good so it’s going on the list.

Assorted

a primer for the small weird loves by babyloveparkner

Summary: “What are you—?” “Hold on,” Peter says, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as the pen moves across the page. He rips out another page, then seems to grow frustrated and just opens up his notebook to start writing in it rather than stealing pages out of it. Harley feels stuck, flabbergasted and frozen, and he doesn’t know how long he sits there and watches before Peter lets out a huff and finally leans back, satisfaction in his eyes as he hands it all to Harley, all the scribbled writing and torn pages. “Read these.” Harley blinks once, slow, as he takes the offered notebook with the ripped out papers on top. “What…?” And Peter just smiles and shrugs. “They’re poems,” he says. “I looked some up, wrote down the good parts. Maybe those’ll give you that hopeful feeling that you were looking for.” or: harley runs from a homophobic town and finds solace in poetry and peter parker

the spider-man conspiracy by @tempestaurora

Summary: WHO IS SPIDER-MAN? The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks. “My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.” OR "what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth."

5 times Tony kissed Rhodey and the one time Rhodey kissed back by lomku

Summary: Exactly what it says in the title.

Note: I wish I had more Ironhusband fics to rec bc i love them but they aren’t as abundant as Stony fics and the ones i’ve read most recently are Stony.

#fic rec #fic rec list #irondad fics #spiderman fics #stevetony fic #spiderman #spiderman whump #peter parker #iron dad angst #tony stark #iron man #iron husbands #stuckony #stony #stony fic #marvel #mcu fic #mcu

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backtothestart02 · 5 years ago

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Fallen Star - 12/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: I’m ngl...this chap def gets your hopes up. Enjoy! lol

*for @itzvickilou

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Chapter 12 -

Iris spent nearly the rest of the night almost calling or texting Barry Allen.

Her heart ached for him hours after he’d left. Her body felt his phantom touch from when their hands had brushed. She couldn’t shake the feeling if she tried.

The worst part is she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist coming if she called for him, if she said she needed him. She could probably even seduce him if she wanted to, if she went about it the right way. It wouldn’t solve anything come morning, but at least she would remember what it felt like again to be alive.

But the ache she felt during the night wasn’t even for the lovemaking. It was just his presence. It made her feel whole and safe. They didn’t spend every night together when they were dating, but they spent enough time in general for her to never fear for her safety.

If he was just in the living room… Or hugging her, holding her until she fell asleep…

Would that be so wrong? Would it really make things that complicated?

Yes, Linda’s voice sounded in her head, and she knew her very wise best friend was right.

Letting her very recent ex-boyfriend, who she was still very much in love with, into her apartment when she was feeling vulnerable was a bad idea all around.

So, at 6am and with barely a wink to her sleep count, Iris called Linda Park instead and invited her out for coffee.

Linda yawned onto her hot coffee cup, then blinked several times in an effort to keep both eyes open.

“Tell me, West. What was so pressing that we had to go out two hours before work starts? I don’t know about you, but I need my beauty sleep.”

Iris was quiet for a while, biting down on her bottom lip while she tried to figure out what to say.

Her silence seemed to tip Linda off, because she straightened in her seat and asked with her chin atop folded hands, “Is this Barry-related?”

Iris met her eyes. She didn’t say anything or even nod, but her insides were screaming, and it clearly came through in her sad-eyed gaze.

Linda reached across the table to grip one of her friend’s hands.

“Tell me what happened.”

Iris sighed and decided to go all in.

“Well, for starters I almost got mugged last night.”

Linda’s jaw dropped. “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that.”

“The Flash saved me.”

“Did he now…” Linda remarked softly, taking note of how Iris didn’t seem annoyed by that fact.

She nodded.

“Anything else?”

She didn’t even pause before blurting, “Barry came by to see me later to check on how I was doing.”

Linda’s eyes went wide. “Did he come in?”

Iris shook her head. “He just wanted to see if I was okay… It was too… I mean, who knows what would’ve happened if I’d let him come in.” She threw her hands about.

“Mmhmm.” Linda watched her closely.

“What?”

“Did you tell him to leave?”

“No. I wasn’t mad he came. It was…it was soft and tender and it… God, it hurt so much to watch him go.” She covered her eyes to hide the tears welling up there. “It made me realize…” She caught her breath.

“Realize what, honey?” Linda asked, shuffling closer and wrapping her arm around her shoulders.

“That I still love him.”

She chuckled lightly, soothingly even, as she pressed her head to her Iris’.

“I could have told you that. It’s written all over your face. His too.”

“No, I know, I’m sure it… Well, it’s just…” She huffed.

“What?” Linda asked gently.

“The first time we said I love you was on that rooftop.”

Linda’s eyes went wide again, and she pulled away slightly.

“Seven months and it took you that long to-” She was cut off by Iris’ meaningful look. “Sorry, it’s just hard to believe. I mean, you knew how he felt. He must’ve been dying, waiting for you to say it.”

Iris bit her lip again. “Yeah… I just… I hate that it took us breaking up for me to say it. Like, what good is it now? What does it matter? We’re exes. It’ll only hurt him knowing that I love him but am still choosing my work over him.”

“But…you’re not.” Her brows furrowed.

“He broke up with you because he thinks that your work will always come first.”

Iris blinked, that dawning revelation never having occurred to her. Or to Linda for that matter until right that moment.

“If you want him…prove him wrong.”

Iris licked her lips.

“You think that’s all it would take? He’d want to be with me again, and he’d drop this ridiculous ultimatum about stopping me from doing my job if the story is remotely dangerous to investigate?”

Probably not, Linda thought to herself, but Iris looked so hopeful now she couldn’t bring herself to say anything that might fill her eyes with tears again or break her heart.

“You never know until you try, right?”

Iris lit up, beaming ecstatically.

“You know what, Lin? You’re right. Barry is way more important to me than any story. If he just understood that, maybe he could appreciate what I’m trying to do, and then we could get back together!”

Linda smiled. She couldn’t help it. Iris’ giddy happiness was contagious.

“Go get him, girl.” She winked, and Iris slid off the stool, smiling brightly.

“I’ll see you later, Lin.” She smiled and twirled as she headed out the door.

Linda relaxed into her chair and took another sip of her coffee that had gone from hot to lukewarm. There was a buzz from her cell phone, indicating an email notification. She pulled the device from her pocket and hit the email app to see what was so important.

Her heart fell when she saw it, even though she knew she should be ecstatic. Not only for herself, but for Iris too.

It was a lead on the arms dealer story Iris was currently working on. Despite all the research Iris had done the day before, even staying after hours, it had appeared as though the trail had gone cold. Or the dealer was just discreet enough to keep his dealings under the radar, for the most part. But this tip would be just the ticket to get it going again. Iris would be thrilled when she saw it.

Barry, however, would not.

…

A pounding headache and memories flooding through him just like every morning for the past few weeks, Barry very seriously considered calling in sick to work today. The Flash couldn’t take a day off, but Barry Allen, CSI extraordinaire, could. And to be fair, the CSI rarely took off, despite often being late and leaving frequently for his red-suited duties.

The fact of the matter was… seeing Iris almost get mugged and then retrieving the gun from her last night had only strengthened his conviction that they couldn’t be together. It broke his heart, but seeing her with the gun in her hand only reminded him of how reckless she was with investigative reporting, and that she hadn’t even considered the danger in her taking it, or how her fingerprints would be all over it.

Then again, what was she supposed to do with it? Just leave it in the alley? Wait for the Flash to return and take it from her? Go to the police station herself with it? Now that wouldn’t look suspicious at all, would it?

He rolled his eyes at himself.

Was he making up excuses now? Maybe.

The reason behind that possibility remained to be seen.

He couldn’t possibly be avoiding getting back together with Iris, could he?

Maybe this was for the best, and being so close to her last night had threatened to break his heart again.

He should just accept they weren’t meant to be together. He didn’t want to cut her out of his life. She was his best friend, first and foremost. And he had just told her she shouldn’t stop coming to STAR Labs on his account. She was part of the team too. It was inevitable they would see each other regularly. And it had been a few weeks, so maybe it was time for them to ease back into being friends again. They could do that. They’d been friends for years before they got together. Surely, they could be friends again.

Surely…

A knock at his apartment door rattled him more than it should’ve. He got up from the kitchen table, where his coffee had gone cold and his milk-soaked cereal had become mushy, and answered the door without looking in the peephole.

His eyes went wide.

“Iris.”

“Hey, Barry,” she said, soft but also restrained, like she was trying very hard not to show how…excited she was? “Can I come in?”

“Uh…sure.”

He moved his hand away from the doorframe just in time for her to come plowing through the entrance.

She looked around the apartment once inside, taking note to how it was just a little bit messier than when she’d frequented it nearly every day. Memories flashed before her eyes of them making out on the couch, at the kitchen table, on the counter…

“Iris?”

She cleared her throat and turned to face him. Obviously, he was talking to her.

Way to zone out, Iris.

“Yes?” she asked, grateful he couldn’t see her blush.

“Why are you here?”

She felt as if she’d been punched in the stomach, even though his tone hadn’t been cruel or cold in the slightest. It brought back the reality of the situation and how strange this must seem for her to be showing up like this. And peppy at that.

She sobered herself and remembered how she’d been feeling when she first got up that morning, and how he must be feeling pretty much the same thing.

“I wanted to check on you,” she said cautiously. “Like you checked on me?”

The tension seeped out of his shoulders, and he nodded.

“I’m okay,” he said with a shrug.

“Didn’t sleep either?” she asked knowingly.

His eyes locked on hers, taken by surprise with how right she was and how in sync they still were.

“I was thinking of calling in today,” he admitted. “I’m not…feeling myself.”

“Maybe I can help with that.”

“Iris…” he tried, as she walked towards him.

There was only one thing that could make him feel better, and it wasn’t going to happen. Not today at any rate. Maybe not ever.

She stopped when she saw him back up by the slightest part of an inch.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.” She looked genuinely hurt.

He paused a moment before asking, “What are you going to say?”

“I was hoping you could walk me to work.”

He blinked. “What?”

She came over to him and hesitated for only a moment before looping her arm through his and tugging him towards the center of the room, careful not to let the feel of him distract her senses too much.

“I want us to be friends, Barry. Maybe it’s too soon for you, but it’s not nearly soon enough for me.” She stopped and turned to look at him. “I miss you.”

He swallowed hard. “I miss you too, Iris.”

“Then…” She gulped as she let her hands trail down to his fingers and squeeze gently. “Walk me to work. And…speed me to STAR Labs afterwards. Maybe come by on my lunch break? We can eat together. Try to…start something instead of accept nothing.”

He ached to say yes. She could see it in his eyes, in the way he wasn’t pulling away.

“It’ll be a lot harder to call in if I’m out in public so much,” he hedged.

“So, don’t call in. Let seeing me be the highlight of your day instead of the one thing you’re trying to avoid.”

“I’m not trying to avoid you. I just –”

She gave him a knowing look. He sighed.

“I suppose walking you to CCPN wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

She smiled brightly, and it broke his heart. He was making her happy, but they weren’t together. He was making her happy by doing the bare minimum. Was he giving her hope where she should have none? Or was he giving it to himself? He wanted to scream, but more than that, he wanted to kiss her. And he was the only one preventing the latter. It wasn’t like before where there was someone else.

Someone else…

How in the world was he going to handle it when she started dating again?

He looked back at her and tried his hardest to suppress the tears welling up in his eyes.

“Just…let me get ready? I mean, since I’m going to go to work now, officially.”

She smiled and nodded. “Of course. I’ll just wait here.”

She plopped down on the couch, and he ran a hand through his hair and headed for his bedroom. It was no short trip from here to CCPN. It was a warm day for January, but he knew she was only walking in heels in winter temperature this far for him. Because she wanted to be with him.

He shut his bedroom door behind him as soon as he reached the inside and braced his hands on top of his dresser. He groaned.

God, he wanted to be with her too.

…

Waiting in the living room, Iris tapped her foot on the carpet and tried to calm her nerves. The last thing she expected in that moment was to get a text from Linda demanding she call her NOW.

Seeing as how it was Linda who had set this grand plan into motion, she figured it’d be better if Barry didn’t overhear anything regarding it.

She got to her feet and turned towards the direction he’d gone.

“Uh, Barry? I have to make a call. Can I meet you in the hallway?”

There were a couple seconds of silence, then, “Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll be out soon.”

“Take your time.” She put a smile in her voice and then walked out of the apartment, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey, Iris,” Linda answered urgently over the phone.

A trickle of sweat dribbled down Iris’ neck. This sounded serious for Linda to be so anxious with just two words.

“What’s up? I was just about to get Barry to walk me to work. I think it’s the first step in a long-”

“Cancel it. Make an excuse. Don’t go with him.”

Iris’ shoulders slumped.

“But I got him all hopeful. I got me hopeful too. And what harm is there in him walking me to work? Especially if I’m at the very least sticking to being friends again?”

“Because, Iris Ann West, when I give you what I’m about to give you, Barry will not want to be your friend or anything else. I’ve got a lead on that dangerous story you want to investigate so badly.”

“Oh, my God, a lead? I thought it had gone cold!” She made a mental note to lower her voice so Barry wouldn’t hear, even through the solid wood door a foot away from her.

“I just had it emailed to me this morning. I put out feelers yesterday when you were having so much trouble finding anything, and I got something back.”

“What did you get?” Iris whispered excitedly.

“I’ll email it to you, and we can talk more at work. But from what I can tell by just skimming it? His underground alias and hide-out where he may possibly be keeping his weapons.”

“Oh, my God.”

“So, what’s it going to be, West? Spending your spare moments with Barry today or taking advantage of this tip while it still has validity?”

The door swung open, and a now smiling Barry Allen stood before her after quickly locking up his apartment. She forced a smile as she debated her options and knew in that instant that she was going to break his heart again.

“I have to go,” she quickly said into the phone and then hung up, slipping the device into her pocket.

Barry’s smile faltered.

“Is everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah, of course, it’s just um…”

“Something come up at work?” He tensed, trying hard not to show it but failing.

“In a matter of speaking…” She licked her lips and tried to come up with a lie he’d believe. “Linda got locked out of the building. Or rather, she probably forgot her key and knows I have a spare.” She pulled the key out of her pocket smoothly, but her laughter was strained. “Raincheck?”

The thought crossed his mind that he could easily speed her there or at least wait for a cab to take her. But those possibilities must’ve occurred to her and she didn’t want either, or she probably would’ve asked.

“Oh. Yeah. Sure. I understand.”

He didn’t understand. He couldn’t possibly, and Iris knew it.

But she wasn’t going to lose another amazing story on his account. She would just have to make this up to him later.

“See you at STAR Labs?” he called out as she strutted down to the end of the hallway.

She spun around and walked backward.

“Actually, I think I’m going to be busy. Maybe tomorrow?”

The pain was written all over his face, but she couldn’t let herself focus on that right now or she wouldn’t follow through.

“Yeah, sure…I’ll see you later.”

“Bye!” She twirled back around and went down the stairs to exit the building.

Barry went back inside his apartment and called in to work.

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*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

#westallen #fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #fallen star #chapter 12

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dragracereviews · 5 years ago

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My Ultimate Top 10 Favorite Drag Race Queens

#10 - Kameron Michaels: NGL, Kameron is partially on this list because I would fuck her in a heartbeat. I actually plan on making a list later of queens I would sleep with in and/or out of drag and you will definitely find Miss Michaels high on there. I’ve seen her live on the Werq the World tour and I 100% regret not getting Meet and Greet though I probably would’ve just drooled on her and made a fool of myself so maybe it’s better that I didn’t. It’s a known fact that Kameron is an incredible lip syncer (if you haven’t watched season 10, please do so just to see her in action because honestly, she’s one of the few good things about that season) and she did NOT disappoint. Her dancing was only beat out by Vanjie who you may or may not see later on this list. Kameron if you’re out there reading this (LOL, we all know she isn’t) and you ever feel like experimenting with an actual biological woman, hit me up!

#9 - Sharon Needles: And here we have another attractive man out of drag! Sharon was the OG underdog and while I’m not going to sit here and bash Phi Phi O’Hara because she’s actually talented AF (checkout her Harry Potter cosplay, it’s soooo good), Sharon definitely didn’t deserve all the shade thrown at her on season 4. Her drag aesthetic has always been equals parts spooky and equal parts fabulous, but she’s actually improved over the years and it’s made me love her even more. My favorite Sharon moment ever is during a “Queens Reading Mean Comments” video on WOWPresents’ Youtube channel where someone said they liked her old teeth better and she just goes, “Well my old teeth just looked ridiculous with my new lips!” Get ‘em, girl.

#8 - Jinkx Monsoon: I want Jinkx to be my mom. There, I said it. Also, if you don’t get that reference, get your shit together and subscribe to WOW Presents on Youtube you fucking bumpkin. Jinkx was the loveable weirdo on her season and received a lot of hate from her fellow queens but I loved her from the start. I have since forgiven Roxxxy Andrews for her cattiness because of her rudemption on All Stars 2 (insert her Read U Wrote U verse here) but nothing was more satisfying than watching Jinkx go from the underdog to America’s Next Drag Superstar. I don’t know what’s more iconic; her tendency to fall asleep at inopportune times, her laugh, or all the jokes about her being a full blown swamp witch. Either way, it will always be Monsoon season in my eyes.

#7 - Nina West: Hands down, the DEFINITION of Miss Congeniality! This choice was so obvious, I don’t even know why they took a vote. I think that even if they left it up to the fans, it would’ve been her. I fucking LOVE Nina. I’ve actually met her IRL and my first thoughts were 1: she’s HUGE (hello, she’s a six foot tall man in like 6 inch heels and I’m barely over five feet) and 2. she just radiates happiness! She is the only queen I’ve met that asked me my name (though shout out to Plastique Tiara for calling me gorgeous as if she’s not the most beautiful creature on the planet) and she didn’t make me feel like an idiot when I just stared at her adoringly and just word vomited “you’remyfavoriteiloveyousomuch”. Class act people!

#6 - Bianca del Rio: Do I even need an explanation for this one? Hands down, the undisputed winner of season 6, and that’s coming from a die-hard ***** fan (see entry #2). Did she wear the same silhouette 10+ times? Yes. Can she kind of be a bitch sometimes? Definitely. But is she the funniest fucking person alive? Probably! My love for Bianca is infinite but I still wouldn’t want her to read me, at least not in person. Actually, scratch that, I’ve seen her Twitter feed and getting read online is almost worse. I fucking love Hurricane Bianca and the sequel even though it’s one of those so-bad-it’s-good type of film series. I sadly missed her last tour because it was the same night as Sasha Velour’s Smoke & Mirrors show and as amazing as Sasha was, my heart was broken that I couldn’t go to both. But you better believe the next time she’s in town, I’m forking out lots of $$ for VIP and I may or may not faint at Bianca’s feet #noregrets

#5 - Vanessa Vanjie Matteo: Mother. Fucking. Vanjie. OKAY, I’ve met this bitch IRL and let me tell you, she is the cutest fucking thing. Like Nina, it shocked me how apparent it is that she’s a man (square jaw, hello?) but she can still paint for filth and look fishy AF even with her boyish features. Also, AMAZING performer! I waited 3 hours after the M&G for her to actually come on stage and perform only two songs (that’s a story for another day) but let me tell you, it was worth the fucking wait. I showered that bitch with Canadian monopoly money and I would’ve given her more if I wasn’t such a broke millennial. And to top the whole night off, I got woken up at 5 am to my friend screaming because Vanjie had reposted my photo in her story so I was essentially Instagram famous for all of like, a day. Thanks girl xo

#4 - Bendelacreme: I love me some Dela. This queen proved in both her regular season and All Stars that she is a force to be reckoned with. Season 6 wouldn’t have been the same without her and did I want to yell at Darienne Lake for being a bitch to her? Absolutely! (Gia Gunn pun intended) And I honestly think that if she hadn’t eliminated herself, she would’ve won AS3 (though if you read my #1 entry, I am 100% satisfied with who did win). She completely deserved her Miss Congeniality title, and while I see where the others AS3 queens were coming from when they suspected she was trying a little too hard to keep up that image, I did appreciate her trying to play the game with some class, because we don’t see that often on Drag Race. I also love her friendship with Jinkx and it’s definitely on my bucket list to see one of their shows one day. You know what they say, the Creme always rises to the top!

#3 - Brooke Lynn Hytes: Full disclosure, I’m Canadian but that’s not the only reason why I love Brooke (she is the Queen in the North though, and I’ll fight you if you say otherwise). This queen is fucking TALENTED! Season 11 would have failed without her, IMHO. She can design and sow a complete outfit, read people to filth, sort of sing (I still listen to Queens Everywhere daily, especially her verse), dance circles around ANYBODY, and lip sync like her mother fucking life depends on it. Did she, by the end of the season, forget that’s there’s more to a lip sync than being on pointe? Yes, absolutely. But that doesn’t change the fact that she is literal perfection and I think that’s why Ru gave Yvie the crown instead of her (though I love Yvie so don’t come for me). Brooke’s biggest downfall was the fact that she wasn’t relatable and I am 100% okay with that. Sometimes you just have to worship the unattainable. The only issue I have with Brooke is her and Vanjie not being officially together anymore because yes, I am one of those fans that ship queens together, especially queens that have actually dated. I will never get over #Branjie, just saying.

#2 - Adore Delano: "I'm a fucking Libra!" As soon as these words left her mouth, I knew I was in love with Adore Delano. Season 6 is by far my favorite season (spoiler alert if I decide to make a Top 10 Best Seasons list) and if it weren't for my #1 pick, she would 100% have the top spot. Hell, before I discovered WOW Presents, she WAS my #1 pick (read my next entry to understand what I mean). Adore is simultaneously adorable (pun intended) and fierce AF. She's beautiful, hilarious, and did I mention beautiful?! She is the reason I say "party" at inappropriate times. She is the reason I wish I was a Libra instead of a fucking Scorpio. She is the reason I insist everybody start their first Drag Race binge with season 6 because I know they’ll fall in love with her as much as I have. Adore, if you’re reading this, I fucking adore you.

#1 - Trixie Mattel & Katya Zamolodchikova: Of course these two are tied as my number one spot. Individually, these queens are fucking fierce and extremely talented (go download Trixie's country albums if you don't believe me), but together they are pure gold. If you've only ever watched their run on season 7, you probably don't understand why I love them so much, so do yourself a favor and go watch All Stars 2 & 3, as well as their web shows "UnHhhh", "The Trixie & Katya Show", and “Queens Who Like To Watch”. I can even give you a list of other stand alone videos of them to watch (ex. "Besties for Cash", "Fashion Photo Review", compilation videos of the pair in Palm Springs... I think you get the gist). Truth be told, I'm absolutely obsessed with these two, so much so that I may or may not have indulged in some online fan fiction about them from time to time...don’t judge me, okay?! I love a friends-turned-lovers love story, and I know I’m not the only one wishing #Trixya would happen IRL. I've also shelled out so much money to Trixie alone on her merch and makeup, and I'm waiting very impatiently for them to go on tour together so I can go full Futurama and just scream "take my money" as I buy the most VIP package they have. Trixie and Katya are the ultimate definition of All Stars and I'll fight anyone who says otherwise.

#rupaulsdragrace rupaul dragrace top10list trixya vanjie queeninthenorth dragqueen

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silverlightqueen · 6 years ago

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Ruin My Life - Part 5

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fratboy!jimin - so much smut !!! fluff, angst to come

Summary - good news for y/n ! and then fratboy!Jimin gets angry after you tease him

Word Count - 5.8k+

Warnings - this is just disgusting ngl. explicit sex, unprotected sex, possessiveness, degradation, explicit dirty talk, DOM!JIMIN, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral sex (male and female receiving), overstimulation, use of toys, lowkey bondage, pussy slapping, tit-fucking, sexting, cumplay, edging, forced orgasm, basically e v e r y t h i n g lol

a/n: I know this is really quick after part 4 but i was so excited and it’s nearly 3am here and i was just on a mad one so here ya go. I am so sorry about how filthy it is (and the lack of editing too) lmao

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‘Guess what?’ I exclaim, running into the kitchen. Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung are all in here, eating breakfast, and they all look up in surprise when I come in. ‘Good morning to you too,’ Yoongi says drily. ‘Okay, good morning. But guess what?’ I say, practically jumping on the spot. ‘What, princess?’ Jimin asks me, and I grin. ‘I got my period!’ I exclaim. Jin jumps up and wraps his arms around me in excitement, Namjoon and Taehyung doing the same. I go over to Jimin who grins at me, pulling me onto his lap and pressing his lips to mine. ‘Congratulations,’ Yoongi says drily as Jimin smothers my face in kisses, coaxing giggles from me. ‘Happy, princess?’ he asks, and I nod, smiling widely. ‘I guess little Taemin doesn’t exist, huh?’ he says, almost sadly, and I supress a laugh. I’ve already cried in the bathroom because I got my hopes up about having a kid with him, but then I realised that it’s better this way so I’ve put on a brave face and mustered up some excitement about it. ‘Aww, poor hyung wanted a kid,’ Taehyung says jokingly, and I shake my head at him in annoyance. ‘I’m relived though, to be honest. Now I can still wreck her shit without worrying about hurting our baby,’ Jimin says, the boys groaning. ‘Maybe I can join this time instead of Kook,’ Tae suggests, both Jimin and I sighing. ‘He’s already asked me twice this morning,’ Jimin tells me, and I laugh despite myself. ‘You’re nothing if not persistent, Taehyung,’ I say, and he nods in agreement, laughing.

‘Do you mind giving me a lift back to mine and Mija’s apartment? We’re going out for coffee in a couple hours,’ I ask Jimin, and he nods instantly, pressing gentle kisses to my jaw. ‘Oh, so you haven’t moved in here then? I thought you had?’ Namjoon teases and I stick my tongue out at him. ‘Not yet anyway,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Where’s Mija?’ I ask Tae, and he shrugs. ‘When I went back upstairs last night, she was gone,’ he says, and I feel a little bit of panic. ‘Did you two… you know?’ I ask, and Tae shakes his head. ‘Clearly she’s not into me like that,’ Taehyung says, and I pat his shoulder. ‘She’s just closed off, Tae. I’ll speak to her later,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Keep visiting us, okay, y/n?’ Jin says, and I nod. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t be rid of me that easy,’ I joke. ‘We’re having a party next Saturday again, okay? Make sure you come,’ Namjoon says. ‘I will, definitely,’ I say. ‘And not just for a booty call this time. Actually spend some time with the rest of us,’ Yoongi says, and I nod, laughing. ‘Go get your stuff and we’ll go,’ Jimin says, and I nod, getting up. I run up to his room, trying to avoid anyone else on the way, and collect up all my stuff, putting into the big bag that Mija brought all my stuff in yesterday. ‘Ready?’ Jimin says from the door. He’s wearing just his black sweatpants from last night, socks on his feet too now. ‘Shall I take the morning-after pills and pregnancy tests?’ I ask him, and he shakes his head. ‘Leave them here. We fuck here more than at yours,’ he says. ‘I bet you just want them for your other hoes,’ I joke, and he grins, pulling me into his arms, our bodies flush against each other. ‘You’re the only ho I have,’ he says, and I gasp. ‘I love it when you’re romantic,’ I say, and he laughs, pressing his lips to mine. ‘You’re cute, babe. Take some of the tests and pills just in case,’ he says, and I nod, laughing. I pack them into my bag and we head downstairs. I’m dressed in the white hoodie Jimin gave me last night and a pair of black cycling shorts that Mija brought over yesterday.

‘See you guys later. Next weekend, yeah?’ I say, and the boys all nod, bidding me goodbye. Jimin and I head out to his car (a flashy sports car because who would expect anything less from fuckboy Jimin?) and he holds the door open for me. I thank him and take the passenger seat I’d sat in so many times, turning on the radio as he comes to take the driver’s seat. As soon as he’s started up the engine and reversed out from the large ASP driveway (doing that insanely attractive thing that has me actually salivating for him - when boys put their hand on the back of the passenger seat and look behind to reverse, manipulating the wheel with just the one hand), the hand that isn’t resting gently on the wheel comes to rest on the bare skin of my thigh. I don’t even flinch, because his hands are on me more often than not, and he starts to make small talk with me. We talk about our lessons and stuff, and then he brings up something very interesting. ‘So, yeah, I’ll be getting extra credit towards my degree and being paid if I teach this dance class to dance majors. It’ll only be for a couple months, I think, and it’s on a Thursday morning, which is perfect, because I spend my Thursday mornings in the studio anyway. And a few of our friends are in the class which is nice. Jeongyeon was the one who told me about the vacancy, actually,’ he says, and I try not to react to the name. ‘Jeongyeon?’ I ask, and he looks over at me, nodding. ‘Yeah. You two are friends, right?’ he asks. ‘Were. We were friends,’ I correct him, trying not to physically shake with anger. ‘You fell out? What happened?’ he asks, and I supress a laugh. ‘Nothing, nothing. We just grew apart, I guess. It’s not the end of the world,’ I say, and he looks at me curiously, obviously wanting to know the details but not pushing me for them. ‘Oh, well, recently, we’ve been speaking a bit more, I guess, and she texted me about it last night,’ he says, and I nearly laugh aloud.

‘Well, it sounds like a great opportunity. What time does it start?’ I say, and he grimaces. ‘7.30, until 11.00. We have a half-hour break at 9.00 until 9.30 though,’ he says, and I grimace too. ‘That’s tough. I’m free on Thursday mornings, though, so I can bring you breakfast or coffee or something during your break,’ I say, and he smiles softly, squeezing my thigh gently. ‘You don’t have to wake up that early,’ he says. ‘I go to the gym at 9 anyway. I can just delay it half an hour to come see you first,’ I say, and he grins widely. ‘That’ll definitely make my morning better then,’ he says, and I smile despite myself. ‘You flirt,’ I say half-heartedly, and he chuckles. ‘It’s true! Anyway, anyway, have you not got any cramps? You usually get really bad on your first day, right?’ he asks, and my heart warms at the fact he remembers. ‘I do, but I’ve been fine today so far. I’ll probably get bad later though,’ I say, deflating at the thought. ‘Well, keep me updated on when your bleeding stops. Just so I know when I can come over,’ he says with a grin, and I slap his thigh gently. ‘I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I was thinking I can come pick you up tomorrow night, and we can go out for dinner. I would suggest tonight but I’ve got training,’ he says, and I’m not even surprised anymore.

He clearly wants a relationship, without the commitment, which is something I realised this morning. He wants to do absolutely everything that’s involved in a relationship, especially the sex, but he doesn’t want the relationship itself. God knows why, because he managed to stay loyal to me when we were fucking a couple years ago. There’s no point questioning it anymore. It is what it is, I guess. I’m gonna end things soon, hopefully. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s just so hard. He can just shoot me that killer eye smile of his and I’m a goner. He’ll bust out a romantic line and I’ll be swooning. A flash of his abs and I’m slavering. How am I supposed to end things with him? I’m an absolute mess. A sucker for him. He could step on me and I’d probably say thank you because of how whipped I am. If he asked me if he could piss on me, I probably would let him. Okay, no, that’s a tad too far.

‘y/n? Are you even listening to me?’ he asks, pulling me out of my reverie. ‘Sorry, I was daydreaming. What did you say?’ I ask, and he smiles to himself. ‘I said, do you want to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night? I’ll take you somewhere fancy like you always wanted to?’ he says again, sounding nervous this time. ‘Yeah, of course,’ I say, smiling at him, watching as a grin breaks across his face. ‘I’ll book somewhere nice, and I’ll keep it a surprise,’ he says as he pulls up beside my accommodation building. ‘Okay. Text me what time we’re going,’ I say to him, getting ready to get out, and he nods. ‘See you later, princess,’ he says, pulling me towards him by my chin and pressing his lips to mine briefly. ‘Bye, Jimin,’ I reply, getting out of the car. I head towards the building, listening out for him to leave but he doesn’t yet. When I get inside the building, I turn to look back and he’s still there, grinning at me. I roll my eyes, waving, before heading up to my room, my head in a whirl.

I’m horny. Hornier than I’ve ever been before. Normally, I would blame it on my period, but getting home yesterday, changing my barely spotted pad, only to wake up this morning and find it completely clean of any blood, has me believing that I’m no longer on my period. I’ve always been relatively irregular, and I’m slightly stressed at the moment, so maybe I’ve been blessed with a really short period. But maybe it’s a curse. Because all I can think of is the fact that I could be having sex right now, but I’m not. Because Jimin’s in a lecture. I’ve every mind to call Jungkook instead, but I know Jimin would punish me, and not in a pleasurable way, so instead I lie on my bed, trying to stop myself from either touching myself or texting Jimin until his lecture’s finished. Unfortunately, my self control’s never been fantastic and so it’s not long until I’m typing out a message to Jimin.

y/n: daddy

y/n: I really need you rn

It’s only a few seconds later that I see that he’s typing, and a shiver runs through me. Out of nerves or excitement, I don’t know.

Jimin: y/n I thought you were on your period ???

y/n: I was, but it finished already

y/n: you know how irregular I am

y/n: but Jimin, I’m so fucking horny right now

y/n: I need you so bad

I already know I’m in for it when he’s typing for a while, obviously not sure what to say.

Jimin: y/n I’m in a fucking lecture

Jimin: can this not wait another half an hour ?

y/n: but daddy I’m so desperate

I hesitate to send what I want to send but then decide. Fuck it.

y/n: I need your fingers filling me up

Jimin: y/n I swear to god

y/n: I wanna choke on daddy’s cock

y/n: I want daddy to fill me up and fuck me full of his cum until I’m crying

Jimin: y/n you’re playing a dangerous game

y/n: but daddy I’m so horny

y/n: I’m gonna have to touch myself if I don’t have your cock in me soon

He and I both know I never would, but I decide to push it that bit further.

Jimin: don’t you fucking dare

y/n: but daddy I’ll send you a voice note of my moans

y/n: I’ll send you a video of my fingers trying to fill me up the way yours do daddy

Jimin: I’m going to fucking ruin you when I get out of this lecture little girl

Jimin: you’re not getting away with being such a dirty little slut

y/n: more daddy send me more

Jimin: is my little whore getting off to these threats ?

Jimin: you want daddy to wreck you ?

y/n: yes daddy, please

y/n: make me your bitch daddy

y/n: fill me up with your cum

y/n: I want it pouring out of me

y/n: I want people to be able to smell it, to know that my daddy fucks me so good

I don’t send another, waiting for a reply, and when it takes ages to get one, I fear I’ve pushed him too far. And then he starts typing.

Jimin: I want you ready when I get there

A bolt of fear but also anticipation runs through me, and I instantly jump up from my bed, pulling off my sweats to run a razor over my legs (and other areas), just to get rid of the few stray hairs that seem to never want to leave. I run a brush through my hair and put on some perfume before putting on some pretty black lingerie. I quickly put a bit of makeup on, just doing my lipstick when I hear the front door open and close. It must be Mija, because Jimin won’t have been that quick (it’s only been ten minutes) and he can’t get into the apartment anyway. She usually gets home this time anyway. I feel sorry for her because I’m pretty sure she’ll be scarred when she hears me and Jimin in a little while. Just as I’m about to step out of my bathroom, the door flies open, Jimin stood in the door way. He looks fuming, eyes hooded and hair wrecked from his hand running through it. His also looks delectable, dressed in a black playboy sweater and blue ripped jeans, a black cap on his head and silver earrings and rings setting off his tanned skin.

‘In the bedroom, and on your fucking knees,’ he spits at me, and I feel the slick pooling in my expensive panties already. He moves to the side to let me past, and I do instantly, not daring to disobey him. I drop to my knees, facing him, and watch as he slowly walks towards me. ‘That shit you pulled, that’s not gonna happen again, is it, baby girl?’ he asks, voice lower than normal. ‘Depends whether or not I enjoy what you’re about to do,’ I reply in my sweet voice, the one that always gets him to do what I want. He strides towards me, bunching my hair up and tugging it down, forcing my head backwards so I look up at him, my neck bent at an awkward angle. ‘Whores always enjoy their punishment,’ he spits down at me, our eyes locked together. ‘Look at you, all dressed up, hair done, makeup on, just to get dick, right?’ he asks, and I nod as best as I can with his hand gripping my hair. ‘Fucking whore. You don’t deserve my dick,’ he says, releasing my hair harshly and walking over to my wardrobe. I already know what it is he’s getting, and I sigh internally. He pulls the box out from the top drawer, throwing the lid across the room. He pulls out the handcuffs and one of the vibrators, discarding the rest of the box on the bed. He holds out the vibrator to me and I take it in my hands. It’s the one that he controls with a remote. ‘You know where to put it, slut,’ he says, and I do, putting it in my panties, pressed up against my dripping wet core. He steps around me, bending down and cuffing my hands behind my back before going to the bathroom.

I watch as he gets the clean glass sat beside the sink (for the nights when I’m too drunk or tired to go to the kitchen to get water) and fills it up, downing it and putting the glass back down. He heads back towards me, undoing his belt as he does so, watching me with a smirk. If I could imprint this image onto my brain, I would. He pushes his jeans and boxers down slightly, rock hard length springing up against his sweater. ‘Open up, whore,’ he says, and I do so. He plunges into my mouth with no warning, and I splutter around him. With my hands tied behind my back, I can’t even grab onto anything to steady myself, and I feel myself trying to clear my throat around him. He watches me amusedly, the sadistic side of him coming out. ‘I thought you wanted to choke on daddy’s dick, princess?’ he says teasingly, and I look up at him, tears collecting on my lash line. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and my heart warms at the momentary break in his cruel demeanour. I nod as best as I can, and he pulls all the way out of my mouth before plunging all the way back in, balls slapping against my chin. ‘You don’t even know how angry I was in my lecture. Turned on but fucking angry. I had to leave so I told my professor that you’d had an accident and I had to go help you. You’re lucky I didn’t say what I wanted to say. That my princess wanted to act like a little whore so I had to go put her back in her place. I’m gonna fucking wreck your shit, baby girl. You won’t even be able to walk when I’m done with you,’ he says, voice strained as he thrusts into my mouth.

‘I don’t wanna hear a single moan out of your mouth, and if you cum before I let you, I’m gonna make you regret it,’ he says, his hand moving in his pocket before the vibrator in my pants starts to… vibrate. I clench immediately, completely forgetting about Jimin’s cock in my mouth, focused on the gentle vibrations against my folds. He stills in my mouth and I look up at him in confusion, knowing he can’t even be close to cumming yet. ‘Swallow,’ he says, and I do so, taking him further down my throat. He lets out a low groan, the sound going straight to my core, before he collects my hair up in one fist. The vibrations increase in speed and intensity, and I have to supress my moans. ‘And again,’ he says, and I do, taking him even further, my lips at the base of his thick cock. He increases the vibrations again, and I squirm slightly. ‘Ah, fuck, your lips feel so good wrapped around me. Letting daddy fuck your throat like a good little cockslut,’ he growls out, before pulling out of my mouth completely and pulling up his jeans and boxers again. ‘Get up. Let me fuck you,’ he says, and I get up quickly, my hands being tied not hindering me at all. He increases the vibrations further, my knees weakening, and I nearly fall the floor once more. He lets out a harsh laugh, grabbing me by my waist. ‘Look at you. Already struggling? We haven’t even started yet, princess,’ he chuckles, pushing me towards my bed. ‘On your knees,’ he says, and I get on my knees, resting my shoulders against the bed. He pulls my pants aside, removing the vibrator from my folds, and replaces it with his fingers. He scoops up my slick before reaching forward, holding out two of his fingers beside my mouth. I take them into my mouth, tasting myself as he laughs. ‘Look how wet you already are. Just from getting your throat fucked like a whore,’ he says, removing his fingers from my mouth.

‘I don’t wanna hear a sound from you, understand?’ he asks, and I nod. I hear him rooting around in the box again before the noise stops. He tugs my pants down just past my ass, pushing one of my knees slightly further away from the other. And then I hear it. The aggressive vibrations of Jimin’s favourite present that he’s ever bought for me (it was more for himself, let’s be real). I tense up completely, and he lets out a low chuckle. ‘Is my little slut scared now?’ he asks, and I don’t answer, not sure what to say. It seems he doesn’t want an answer, just pressing the Hitachi Wand to my folds. I instantly lurch forward, and he tuts, one palm landing on my ass before he pulls me back into position. ‘Move again and I’ll leave your fucking apartment. I can get myself off without you. It’s not so easy for you, is it?’ he threatens, pressing the wand against my core once more. I try my best to stay still, as he gradually increases his pressure, the head of the wand completely disappearing in amongst my folds. ‘Does that feel good, princess?’ he asks teasingly, and I nod, trying not to verbally convey the waves pleasure coursing through me. ‘You’re doing so well at being quiet, princess. I’m not used to not hearing your pretty little moans,’ he says, making it even harder to stay quiet.

‘Can I hear your pretty moans, princess? I wanna hear you,’ he asks, free hand gently skimming over my ass. ‘Mmm, daddy, feels so good,’ I whimper out, the vibrations making me so weak. ‘Feels good, baby? How about this?’ he asks, moving the wand to gently rest on my clit. I let out a high-pitched moan, back arching further from the bedsheets. ‘Fuck, daddy, don’t stop,’ I whine, and he chuckles before increasing the pressure, the vibrations much more intense. ‘Oh, God, daddy, feels so good,’ I moan, feeling myself nearing my high embarrassingly fast. ‘Does my little girl wanna cum?’ he croons amusedly. ‘Yes, daddy, please, I need to cum,’ I moan, already knowing he’s not gonna let me. ‘Too bad,’ he replies in the same tone, the wand disappearing from my core, my orgasm diminishing. I know better than to complain and so don’t move or say anything, just attempt to get my breath back. He turns off the wand, putting it back into the box, and wraps a hand around my hair, pulling me up towards him. I balance on just my knees as he pulls my body flush to him, his free hand appearing at my throat. Unable to stop myself, I grind back against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans press against my ass. His hand at my throat tightens and I gasp at the feeling, having never been choked by him this hard. ‘Don’t fucking play with me, princess, this is not the time. I’m still deciding what to do with you,’ he growls against my ear. He tugs my pants back up and pulls me up from the bed, waiting until I’m steady on my feet until he lets go of me.

He inspects me, probably looking at the saliva and tears on my face, the messed-up hair and the weak knees. He lets out a low chuckle before his hand appears at my hands, uncuffing me, before they move up, unclasping my bra and pushing it off my shoulders. He pushes the small vibrator back into my soaking panties again, and I try not to shudder. ‘Will you let me try something new with you, baby girl?’ he asks, lips pressed to my ear. ‘Yes, daddy,’ I reply, and he chuckles. ‘On your knees,’ he says, and I drop to my knees, ignoring the pain. He comes to stand in front of me, pulling down his jeans and boxers again. ‘Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess. You’re gonna get me nice and wet again, and I’m gonna fuck those pretty tits of yours. Is that okay?’ he smirks, and I supress a moan at the words, nodding with my lip pulled between my teeth. ‘Open your mouth, princess, gag on my cock again, get me all wet,’ he says, and I close my mouth around him. He thrusts in and out a few times before pulling me off him, his length already covered in my saliva. ‘Push your tits together for me,’ he says, and I do as he says, watching as he admires them. ‘I’ve always loved these. Always wanted to bruise them up, make them mine,’ he says, slapping the flesh of one breast, and I gasp. ‘Hold them together so I can fuck them, princess,’ he says, and I watch as he positions himself at the bottom of my breasts, slowly pushing up and emerging through my cleavage. The pink tip of him pushes through, and I supress a moan at the sight.

I feel the vibrator in my panties start up and I bite my lip as he begins to fuck me harder, his precum leaking all over my chest. ‘That feels so good, princess, hold them tighter,’ he says, and I push them closer in, hearing his breath hitch in his throat. He increases the vibrations again, and I let out a moan unintentionally. Wordlessly, he slaps my other breast, making me gasp again. ‘Shut it, whore, I don’t want to hear you,’ he says, and I bite my lip again. ‘God, I’m gonna cum way too soon at this rate. You’ve got such amazing tits, baby girl, better than any I’ve ever seen,’ he groans out, thrusting a few more times before moving away from me. ‘Hold them there for me, princess,’ he says, watching me in amusement. He lands a few more gentle slaps on each breast, and I know he wants to see bruises on them later. ‘Up, baby girl,’ he says, and I get up, standing in place and waiting for further instruction. The vibrator is still violently throbbing in my pants and it takes every ounce of my strength to not moan.

‘I think I wanna taste your needy little pussy, princess. On your back,’ he says, and I follow his instructions, lying on my back on the bed. Before I can even get comfortable, Jimin’s settling himself between my legs. He tugs my pants down my legs, the vibrator falling to the bedou . He picks it up, grinning, and presses it to my clit, his sinfully plump lips appearing at my slit. He laps up my slick like there’s no tomorrow, having me winding my hands into his hair and pulling him even closer. The long and quick licks from Jimin combined with the vibrator on my clit have me hurtling towards my orgasm. And then his mouth disappears, replaced by his hand sharply coming down onto my swollen lips. Before I can even register the pain of the slap, his lips begin to suck at my core again, curled up into a smirk. I let out broken gasps and moans, Jimin alternating between harsh slaps and eating me out. ‘Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna…’ I trail off, writhing beneath him. ‘You wanna cum, princess?’ he murmurs against my heat. ‘Then fucking cum,’ he demands, and it’s like my body is hanging off his every word, my orgasm hitting me instantly, with such intensity that I’m rendered silent, back completely arched off the bed.

‘That’s my good whore,’ he murmurs, replacing his mouth with his fingers now, pumping in and out of me at an almost painful pace. ‘Daddy, it hurts,’ I whimper, twitching at the overstimulation, and he chuckles. ‘I thought you’d have learnt by now that I don’t care, princess. You wanted to cum, baby, I’m only giving you what you wanted,’ he says amusedly, his fingers curling inside me. I clench around him, the pain slowly becoming pleasure, as the vibrator becomes even more intense, having me whining and whimpering with complete abandon. ‘You take my fingers so well, princess. Such a good little slut, aren’t you?’ he says affectionately as I feel yet another orgasm approaching. ‘Daddy, can I cum?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘Already? Such a good whore, baby girl. Go on, cum for daddy again,’ he says, and, again, my body complies with his demand, my orgasm washing over me, leaving me completely still on the bed. ‘Did my little girl cum too hard?’ he asks mockingly as I pant, body tensionless. ‘You still haven’t had my cock in you yet, princess, like you wanted,’ he taunts, getting up from the bed and stripping off all his clothes. His dick rests against his abdomen, painfully hard and an angry red, the vein on the underside prominent.

He hovers over me, my legs instinctively coming up to wrap around his waist, and he chuckles. ‘Are you sure you want me raw, princess? I know you said it in your texts, but you were horny and stuff, so I don’t know,’ he says gently, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. ‘Yes, Jimin, I’ve wanted you raw since you first fucked me,’ I breathe out, and he grins. He slowly sinks in to me, both of us letting out a moan, until he bottoms out, completely filling me up. ‘God, princess, I’ve wanted to raw you since the moment I first laid eyes on you,’ he says, beginning to thrust in and out of me at a slow pace, both of us savouring the initial feeling. ‘Wearing that short skirt and that tight shirt, I wanted to fucking rip it all off you and take you right there on the sofa. Eunwoo was all over you, marking your neck up, to claim you, and all I could think is that I’d do the same if you were mine,’ he says, increasing his pace ever so slightly. ‘You were such a pretty little thing, so good. You tried to push him away, embarrassed that it was in front of everyone, and you gave me the strongest desire to corrupt you. To make you the bad girl, the cockslut, the whore I knew was hiding inside. And look at you now. Texting your daddy to tell me you’re horny, waiting for me in pretty lingerie, letting me fuck your throat and your tits, and begging me to let you cum. God, you were freshmen-me’s dream, princess,’ he groans, his sentences punctuated with moans and whimpers from me. Being able to feel all of him inside me, the veins scraping against my walls and the tip brushing against that spongy spot inside me, combined with his confession has me unable to control myself.

‘Daddy, harder, please,’ I moan, and he chuckles. ‘Beg for it, dirty girl,’ he demands. ‘Please, daddy, fuck me harder, I want you to fuck me so hard I can feel you in my stomach, so hard I can’t walk for days. Turn me into your whore, daddy, make me your little slut,’ I beg, not even thinking before the words come pouring out of my mouth. ‘Fuck, you’re so hot,’ he groans, instantly increasing his pace, the bed beginning to move in time with his hips, the headboard nudging the wall with each thrust. ‘Fuck, I’ll make you into my little bitch, you greedy slut. Such a dirty little whore. So desperate for daddy’s cock,’ he growls, my nails raking down his back as his pace increases more and more, his hips meeting mine again and again. He slams into me, his cock feeling better than ever before, and I moan out his name repeatedly. ‘Cum over my cock, princess, show me how good daddy makes you feel. Soak my cock, baby girl,’ he demands, and only seconds later, I’m clenching around him, body tensing as my orgasm washes over me with a shout. ‘That’s a good girl,’ he praises as I tremble beneath him, body beginning to twitch when his pace increases yet again. I don’t even bother complaining, knowing he won’t listen, so I just lie there, letting him fuck me to his heart’s content.

‘Look at you, princess, letting me overstimulate you with no complaint. You really are turning into a good little cockslut, aren’t you?’ he praises, voice strained as he drills into me. ‘Rub yourself, princess,’ he instructs, but I shake my head, eyes rolling back with the overwhelming feeling of approaching my fourth orgasm. ‘I told you to rub yourself, slut, so fucking do it. I want you soaking my dick again like a good little whore, and I’m not gonna stop until you’ve milked every last drop from my cock,’ he growls, my limp hand appearing between our bodies and rubbing at my abused clit. ‘Cum for me, baby girl. I wanna feel you clench around me while you cum, princess,’ he groans out, moaning when my body follows his command. I see stars as I orgasm, screaming out his name. My vision is swimming and head spinning as I feel Jimin’s hips stutter, hearing him moan my name against my ear as he cums inside me. I can feel his thick release coating my walls as he cums, both of us revelling in the way it feels to have our releases mix together filthily.

Jimin starts to mark up my neck and chest, still buried to the hilt inside me, and it’s only when I get enough energy to swat at him does he cease his ministrations. ‘God, why didn’t we do this before?’ he grins at me, and I roll my eyes. He pulls out of me, coaxing a shiver from me, before moving further down the bed, watching our mixed releases slowly pour out of me. ‘Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,’ Jimin murmurs, fingers collecting up the release and pushing it back into me, filling me back up. He grabs my pants from the foot of the bed and pushes them between my folds, trying to plug our releases inside me. I shudder at the feeling, watching as Jimin gets out of bed, holding out a hand to help me follow suit. ‘How did you even get in?’ I ask, only just remembering the fact that he got in without me letting him in. ‘The key you gave me, two years ago. I kept it with my house and car keys in case of an emergency,’ he tells me. ‘And this was an emergency?’ I ask teasingly, and he nods seriously, before grinning. ‘Right, you need to get ready for tonight, baby girl,’ he says with a smile, reminding me of our dinner date later. ‘I need to have a shower first then,’ I say, and he chuckles, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him, our naked bodies flush against one another. ‘No, princess, you can’t,’ he says, grinning, and I look at him in confusion. ‘Remember your text? You wanted my cum dripping out of you so other people could smell it and now your daddy fucks you well,’ he reminds me, my body shuddering at his words. ‘You’re gonna keep this panties in you until we leave the apartment later so my cum can keep you filled up all nice and then drip down your leg for everyone to see when we go to dinner,’ he smirks at me devilishly, hands roaming over my body, ‘because after all, your wish is my command, princess.’

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