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ourloveisforthelovely · 10 months ago

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Lily's Sister (Part 6)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: You are Lily’s younger sister. Regulus never becomes a death eater but abandoned his family for the order. The two of you have a love/hate relationship that intensifies after you come back from a year abroad.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

part 5

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After watching Noah Mckinnon disappear, James sighed and walked back inside. Lily was sitting at the kitchen table clearly waiting for him to return.

“Well, how did it go with Noah?”

James sat down before ruffling his messy hair.

“Not great, Lils. I just crushed that boy’s hopes and dreams with your sister. I guess it's better he hears it from one of us before he sees Y/n snogging Regulus…or vice versa.”

Lily shook her head. She mentally tried to think again of more reasons why you shouldn’t date Regulus.

“I still can’t believe that Y/n chose Regulus over Noah. Noah is such a nice boy. When they dated I swore they would get married.”

James frowned.

“Love, Y/n was never going to marry Noah. While she liked him, it wasn’t what you call sparks and fireworks…like us.”

Lily gave James an annoyed expression. While she adored James, she would never consider their “beginning” sparks and fireworks.

“While I am flattered that you feel that way about us, darling, you know very well that I wanted to murder you for a very long time. Y/n and I are similar in a lot of ways. It takes a moment to fall for someone. Now seeing her go mental over Regulus…I don’t think we are so alike after all.”

James looked thoughtful for a moment.

“One thing that you are alike in…you both went for the bad boy.”

James gave Lily a cocky grin that earned a napkin being thrown at his head.

“It's amazing that I fell in love with someone so full of themselves.”

Lily said as you walked into the room with Regulus behind you. Clearly, neither of you had heard the conversation going on between James and Lily. Your sister sighed internally looking at you. Both Regulus and yourself were dressed and ready for work.

“Bless the two of you for coming out in public.”

James commented with a smirk. Regulus flipped James off as you turned to face your brother-in-law.

“Regulus and I are official now.”

You said in a cheerful tone. James gave you a pained smile. He decided now wasn’t the best time to drop the ball that he took care of the whole “Noah Mckinnon” problem for you. That would probably be a conversation to be had when Regulus wasn’t around.

“It was only a matter of time with the way that you two of have been carrying on. Regulus, break her heart and I’ll break your face.”

James said sly. Regulus gave James a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t entirely sure if James knew it or not but Regulus was more than able to handle him.

“Noted.”

Regulus muttered as he put his suit jacket on. He had also noticed the way that Lily was looking at him. It didn’t take Regulus being a smart man to know that Lily didn’t want the two of you to be a couple. In ways, he really couldn’t blame her. Regulus didn’t have a shining record when it came to how he treated his lovers in the past.

Y/n is different. She is the first one that I have felt this strongly about.

Regulus thought as James started talking.

“There is an order meeting tonight. I assume the two of you will be there…and fully dressed?”

Regulus turned back to James as you shook your head.

“Yes, we will be there and dressed. I am not about to show you my naked ass.”

James took an overdramatic breath.

“Thank Merlin.”

You decided that it was time to put an end to this conversation before James and Regulus really started insulting each other. You placed a hand on the small of Regulus’ back.

“Love, we better get going before we are late.”

Regulus reached down for your hand. He ignored the way that Lily winced.

“She’s going to have to get over this. I’m not tiptoeing around big sister Lily because she can’t handle seeing her sister happy.”

Regulus thought before following you out.

Arriving at the ministry, you were wondering if Regulus would let go of your hand. This would be one of the first tests to see if he was serious about your relationship. When he didn’t let go, you were immediately pleased.

“Are we still on for lunch?”

Regulus asked with a cocky smirk as the two of you stopped outside of Barty Crouch Sr’s office. You bit your lip looking your boyfriend over. Here he stood his typical prim and proper self. It took all that you had not to giggle at just how messed up his hair was after the previous night.

You reached out and stroked a finger down his chest.

“Of course. When does the old man leave for lunch?”

You knew that Regulus had little to no respect for Barty Crouch Sr. Whether Barty Crouch Jr was in the wrong or not, he was still Regulus’ childhood friend. The knowledge that he was now locked up to rot by his own father was something that Regulus’ hadn’t forgotten.

“Usually around one. He’s gone for an hour. That will give us plenty of time for a quickie…then later tonight…you’re all mine.”

Regulus leaned down for a kiss. As much as he wanted to stand there with you, he had meetings to get to.

“A woman after my heart. I’ll see you soon, sugar.”

You watched as Regulus walked away before walking into your own office. As soon as you walked in, however, you wanted to turn around and walk right out. Noah stood talking to Barty Crouch Sr.

The moment that he saw you, Noah looked a mixture of livid and heartbroken. He had intentionally come down to Crouch’s office to have a chat with you. If you thought that he would just sit back while you threw your life away or tried to string him along to make Regulus Black jealous then you had another thing coming.

Barty Crouch glanced down at his watch before turning to you with a smile

“There you are, Ms. Evans. I was beginning to worry. I have a council meeting this morning. You don’t have to attend this one. Its nothing really important, my dear.”

You gave your boss a smile.

“Yes, sir. Will you be going out to lunch at one? I believe that you have a meeting with Alastor Moody today.”

Crouch nodded with a pleased-as-punch grin. He would tell anyone that he wouldn’t be able to function without you as his secretary.

“Yes, my dear. I should be back around 2:00 or half past the hour.”

You moved to sit at your desk with Crouch gathered up his things and left the office without another word. You pleasantly hummed while getting your work to be done for the day situated while waiting for Noah to either talk or leave. The last thing that you wanted to do was have to deny another date or break Noah’s heart

“Either way, he’s going to be heartbroken. When he finds out I’m dating Regulus…it will not be pretty.”

Noah waited for a moment or two to make sure that Crouch wasn’t coming back.

“You lied to me.”

Noah commented, finally. You looked up. Tilting your head, you gave Noah a confused frown.

“About?”

You questioned. Noah’s face flushed as he clearly tried to control his temper. The last thing that he wanted was to envision you in Regulus’ arms. What did THAT man know about dating women? Noah knew that Regulus was a womanizer. It didn’t matter how beautiful you were. Why would Regulus change for you?

“Regulus Black, Y/n.”

“What about him?”

You replied. Noah began to pace.

“We went on a date last night and now you are dating him. You didn’t tell me that you were dating him. In fact, you made it sound like you were single. What the hell, Y/n? I thought that he had something going on?”

You leaned back in your chair.

“Yes, we went on a date last night, Noah. I wasn’t dating Regulus then. We decided to make it official after I got home. He and I had a conversation and we both felt the same way about each other. Noah, we have tried dating before and it didn’t work. You’re a nice guy but…”

Noah cut you off with a cold sneer.

“Let me guess, Regulus just makes you feel things. He knows exactly what you want in bed. He’s just the best thing ever. You are only saying that because his family is loaded. I have news for you, sweetheart, he’s a manwhore and it won’t be long until he sleeps around with some other slut.”

Your mouth dropped with slight surprise. You were also thankful that Regulus didn’t hear the last part of Noah’s monologue. Noah would have his whole face rearranged.

“That’s some cold shit to say, Noah. That just proves that you don’t know me at all. I don’t give two shits how much money the Black’s have. Yes, Regulus doesn’t have great track record when it comes to women but it's different with us.”

“I’m sure that is what every girl that he’s slept with said. You sound like such a stupid Mary Sue, Y/n. You are supposed to be smarter than this but whatever. Enjoy your slut boyfriend. When you get cheated on, don’t come crying to me.”

Noah snapped. You stood up with a cold glare.

“Get out, Noah. Get out and never speak to me again.”

Noah stared at you in disbelief. He never expected you to take Regulus’ side like this. Whether you liked Regulus or not, Noah expected you to see his way…the way of reason.

“Whether you like it or not, Y/n, we will still see each other. You will still have to talk to me. There are order meetings and here at the Ministry. I, unfortunately, will have to see you with him.”

You moved to the office door and held it open.

“I said get out!”

You nearly yelled. Noah groaned before grabbing his robe and walking out as ordered.

What a weasel!

You grumbled before going back to your desk and sitting down. Whether Noah was jealous of Regulus or not, you were not about to let him talk to you as if you were trash. You were a grown woman and could date whomever you wanted.

When 1 o’clock rolled around, you found yourself looking at the clock. After your rather eventful morning with Noah, you were more than ready to see Regulus. You didn’t plan on telling Regulus about what happened with Noah…at least not yet. The last thing that you wanted was for Regulus to go down to Noah’s department and beat the boy to a pulp.

The door opening and closing pulled you from your thoughts. Regulus stepped in and locked the door behind him.

“Just who I wanted to see.”

He said as you stood up and immediately went to your boyfriend. You stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around Regulus’ neck.

“I bet I wanted to see you more.”

You murmured before pulling him into a kiss. Regulus smiled against your mouth.

“Not a chance, sugar. You’ve been on my mind all day.”

You carefully pushed the suit jacket off of Regulus’ shoulders before running a finger down his chest.

“After last night, I would certainly hope that I am on your mind.”

Regulus chuckled as he slid a hand up your thigh only stopping as he reached the hem of your knickers.

“Such a naughty girl. Why don’t we get these off and get started before Crouch shows back up?”

You didn’t need to be told twice. As quickly as possible, you started undoing the side button of your skirt and let the garment fall to the floor. Glancing at Regulus, you watched as he wiggled out of his pants and unbuttoned his shirt.

His grey eyes rolled up to your face before flashing you a smile. It didn’t matter how many times Regulus did it, his smile could take your breath away. You could only pray that you would be able to keep that smile on his perfect face. Knowing that you, Y/n Evans, was the one to make Regulus Black smile felt like a reward all on its own.

“As much as I would love to sit with my face between your legs and let you come on my tongue, I don’t think as have the time.”

You bit your lip as Regulus moved to stand in front of you. The thought of Regulus leisurely lying between your legs eating you out for hours sounded almost heavenly. There was time for that later in the evening.

Regulus meanwhile was keeping his eyes locked on yours as he reached out to slip two fingers through your folds. You gasped the moment that he teased your clit.

“You’re so wet, sugar. I think you’ve been thinking about this too.”

You nodded, enjoying each stroke of Regulus’ fingers. Of course, you had been thinking about it. The thought of having sex with your boyfriend on your desk was on your top list of fantasies.

Moving to sit on your desk, you spread your legs and beckoned Regulus forward with a finger. Regulus didn’t need any further permission. He took his place between your legs.

“Lean back, love. I want to see those perfect tits bounce while I fuck you.”

Doing as you were told, you leaned back a bit supporting yourself on your elbows. Regulus looked you over with a pleased smile. He would never get over how beautiful you looked when offering yourself to him.

“Hurry, Reggie, we don’t have enough time to take as long as we both want.”

You whimpered. Regulus’ eyes rolled to your face as he moved his cock to your entrance.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve got you.”

You took a deep breath as Regulus pushed himself into you. Arching your back to enjoy each moment of delicious stretching that your body did to accommodate him. Regulus closed his eyes as he pushed until he was bottomed out.

“Fuck me, Reg.”

You moaned through gritted teeth.

“As you wish. I’m going to make you spend the rest of the afternoon with my come dripping down your thighs.”

Regulus replied before pulling nearly all the way out. You gasped as he set up a deep rough pace. Letting your head fall back, you focused on not moaning too loud. The last thing that you wanted was for any workers in the next-door office to have any clue about what you were doing.

Keeping his eyes focused on your face, it took all Regulus had not to explode. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face to yours.

“Fuck, sugar, you are beautiful like this. You’re so fucking perfect and warm. I love being so deep inside of you.”

Regulus’ erotic words were enough to send you spiraling over the edge. Your body immediately tightened around his dick before coming. Regulus, meanwhile, finally left his eyes flutter shut as he focused on his own impending orgasm.

“That’s it, baby.”

He groaned before filling you. Neither Regulus nor yourself moved for a moment. Both of you were focused on getting your breathing under control.

“Good girl.”

Regulus commented before withdrawing and helping you off of the desk. He leaned down for a soft kiss before staring to redress himself.

You also began to scoop up your abandoned articles of clothing. Reaching down for your abandoned knickers, you moved to put them on but were stopped when Regulus snatched them out of your hand.

“No, sweetheart.”

“Regulus, you have to be joking.”

You said, giving him a smirk. Regulus shrugged before innocently putting him in his pocket.

“You can have them back when we are alone tonight. Well, I have a meeting in five minutes. I’ll see you tonight.”

Regulus cupped your cheek before turning and walking out.

Later that evening, it was time for yet another Order meeting. Walking home, you wondered just how good the Order was doing? It felt like there hadn’t been a “win” in a long time.

“I wonder how much longer it will take?”

You questioned as Regulus moved to unlock the front door. He stopped and turned back to you. Regulus both loved and hated that you were in The Order. He loved it because without The Order there would be no chance that the two of you would be a couple. He hated it because he worried about your safety. Anytime that you went on a job Regulus was worried until you walked back through the door.

“I don’t know. We need a win or something. It's been rough.”

Regulus commented. He considered asking you to sit jobs out but he knew you would tell him to shove off. You were as dedicated as he was.

“It has.”

You replied. Regulus placed a hand on the side of your face.

“It will be fine, love. Maybe not today or tomorrow but some time.”

You gave Regulus a small smile.

“I got a letter from my mum earlier. She invited Lily and I to dinner the day after tomorrow. Would you come with me? The sooner you met my parents the better.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. He had never “met a girl’s parents” before. In all of the years that he had been sleeping with women, Regulus would never consider himself the type of man a woman brought home to her father.

Now, however, it was different. Regulus knew that if he wanted things to work with you then he would have to meet your mum and dad.

��That would be fine. We better get this meeting over with. Afterward, that big bathtub is calling my name…with you on top of me…of course.”

You instantly smiled. Regulus agreeing to meet your mum and dad was just another indicator that he was taking your relationship seriously.

“Of course.”

You replied as the two of you walked inside.

The moment that you walked into the dining room all was not well. You frowned seeing Lily and Dorcas crying. Sirius sat at the table with a frown on his face while James and Remus were whispering.

“What’s going on?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius looked up before getting up. He ran a hand through his hair before turning to face his younger brother.

“The Mckinnons are dead.”

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mr-not-null · 5 months ago

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theres a couple of instances of yamten in games! Theres one in FighterZ where SSJ4 Gogeta brings up fusion to Tien and offers he and Yamcha should try it like the ultimate wingman (tbh its a reference to the fusion Tiencha but 👀). In Xenoverse 2 theres a few interactionsbut my favorite is a bit where Yamcha invites Tien to the city to socialize its not exactly yamtien but its a cute interraction, also in XV2 these two can be your characters mentors or teachers, you can customize your mentors moves based on Lore n stuff or based on relations with other characters. Yamcha can be given Kikoho and Tien knows either Spirit Ball or Wolf Fang Fist I'll have to look, but the question is why do they both know each others moves 👀? Krillin doesnt have any of Yamcha's or Tien's (and vice versa) he does has Android 18's tho and that's cute. the beginning cutscene of Tien's campaign for... Budokai 3 I think- has some gay ass shit with him and Yamcha sparring, theres no visuals so let your imagination go, tenshindon made art of that actually. of course theres the classic "LOOKIN' GOOD TIEN" in the Budokai games which i learned is an English dub only line of dialogue. They call each other bro and "youre the best bro 😊 ❤️ " in i think Raging Blast? Also interesting is In one of the budokai games i think (or same Devs) theres a mini boss kind of bit where Goku fights Tiencha cus Tiencha turned evil for some reason, it's only in the Japanese version of the game. Tiencha the fusion is also a massive delight in general, he does puns as a victory quote his design is just ugly but I love him anyway. There'slso Yamuhan from EXFusions, sick design. Not yamtien related but funfact in Xenoverse 1 there's unused data showing that Yamcha knows Kaioken, we was robbed 😫

You saved my life, life is awesome, after this my body is healthy my mind is full my heart is happy my voice is cheerful my walk is confident i'm healed in an internal level love my god love my country, love my friends and family live laugh love life a peaceful life amen

#null talks?#ask

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cornerfortherats · 8 days ago

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Since it’s my birthday (and my OC’s by extension), I figured it would make sense to finally post about her.

Information under the cut.

Note: A lot of the history section is cut down to be comprehensible for other people, so certain aspects of her past are left unmentioned (but will be touched on in the future). Also decided to throw in some random shit that Araki would probably include in the past parts.

Full Name: Nikola Diana Allegri

Age: 21 (during Golden Wind)

DOB: November 13th, 1979

Blood Type: O-

Height: 5’9” - 175.26 cms

Notable Physical Features: Two freckles on right index finger, burn scar over the left side of face, left eye is missing, miscellaneous scars over body.

History: At six years old, her mother was arrested for criminal negligence and frustrated homicide. Nikola was placed into foster care. She was adopted alongside a toddler named Iris, who had become attached to her in their time together. Their newfound parents, who had only adopted them for appearances, wholly neglected them in favor of their immediate needs or vices. Having to take on the responsibilities of a homemaker, parent, teacher and breadwinner, Nikola stole whatever they needed to get by. On her 11th birthday, she discovered Passione and joined their ranks for a steady income. That next year, in late December, a fire broke out in her home while she was away—the cause presumed to be old wiring. Subsequently, Polpo agreed to house her in a property he owned on the basis of “good will”. Inevitably, Nikola crossed paths with Bruno Bucciarati, who was looking for a way to join Passione. Empathizing with his plight, she assisted, and kept a keen eye on him and his situation. Unsurprisingly, she still works with Bruno and his squad.

Personality: At her core, Nikola is empathetic and attentive, allowing her to easily discern the character of those around her and attune herself accordingly. Her gentle and easygoing demeanor remains a constant throughout her day-to-day interactions. For those reasons, the local community and Bruno’s squad regard her well. Unbeknownst to others, she’s very secretive, sociotropic and inhibited, craving the acceptance of others.

Strengths: Discreet/tactful/considerate, altruistic/self-effacing, hardworking/dutiful, responsible, empathetic/emotionally literate, compassionate, well-meaning, nurturing/encouraging, forbearing, loyal, attentive.

Weaknesses: Secretive, indirect/ambiguous/backhanded, workaholic /over-identifies with work, overly self-reliant, a bleeding heart, self-accusing/over-apologetic, self-deprecating/self-loathing, imposter syndrome, doormat, conflict avoidant, people pleaser/sociotropic, vindictive/brooding, passive aggressive/snide when very irritated/mistreated, prone to self-mutilating, biased towards people she’s close to, struggles with setting boundaries

Education: Compulsory level

Favorite Band: Fleetwood Mac or Pink Floyd

Favorite Song: Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd

Favorite Book: The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

Favorite TV Show: Golden Girls

Favorite Color: Always torn between purple and red

Favorite Drink: Almost any kind of fruit juice.

Hated Drink: Milk

Likes: Fleece, philosophical discussions, afternoon naps, rain, reality TV, preservation of old media, DOS games, baseball/softball

Dislikes: Christmas, cotton balls, sirens, clowns, alcohol, bigotry, things based on nonsense, flippant people, the sound of glass shattering

Hobbies: Painting, sewing, knitting, reading, cooking/baking, learning about history/religions

Type Of Partner: Doesn’t care about appearance or gender. Only attracted to people who are decent. Personality-wise has a preference for quiet, calm and practical people.

#ꗃ niko ꗃ #✎ ✉︎ ardent scrawlings ✉︎ ✐

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longeyelashedtragedy · 10 months ago

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For the send a character ask: Granit Xhaka XD

@perfectpiety here you go!!!

favorite thing about them: HOW to even answer this??? i think granit might be as close to "perfect" as a human can get. first of all let's get out of the way how stupid gorgeous he is and has been for basically his entire adult life--my personal favorite granit aesthetic era is his early bratty twink time at arsenal (if he's wearing 29, you know he's extra fine) but he's stunning in any era. his cheekbones should probably be arrested. the side dish to this is how fucking awful he looks in his selfies 😂 he's way too young to take such bad photos of himself. there's some legend that quilters would purposely make a mistake in their quilt to show humility--that only god can be perfect--while i don't know if this is a true story, maybe granit's selfies are the contemporary version of this 😂

as for the REST of it...

who the fuck is this man? he's so strong and solid while not being an asshole, toxic man with no emotions. he operates on a value system that feels almost archaic sometimes, but in a good way, like he'd probably lie his nice coat over a puddle for mikel to step on in the rain. he truly seems to have the most golden heart. But he has a heart of molten gold—more lethal than the hard form. More alive. Overtaking everything it touches. His natural leadership and charisma are truly insane. My sister is a little like him in this way, and it's always truly fascinating to watch--someone who just naturally commands the attention, leads a conversation, even the most experienced and hardened team captain seems to defer to granit for the team talks. while "taking over everything and commanding the attention" is often a really annoying and unlikeable quality, for people for whom it comes that naturally you can't even hate them for it because they're not trying to be pushy or an asshole. they're just a born leader.

i also used to think he was kind of a himbo, but i feel like i owe him an apology because he actually seems quite intelligent and serious. he's one of those footballers who can give an actual academic subject answer for "what was your favorite subject in school" (math lol)

least favorite thing about them: that he DOESN'T PLAY FOR ARSENAL ANYMORE

favorite line: anytime he calls mikel a "freak, in a positive way"? in his open mic video during covid season, where someone scores and he goes "FUCK ME! THAT'S FOOTBALL GUYS!" uhhh...his entire "if you don't have the balls to play, stay home" speech in 2022? when he told alex iwobi "i only listen albanian music" in his #29 days cause that was such a lie lmao. in terms of international duty: when he was hyping up the team before the penalties vs france in euro 2020 and yelled "WE ARE CLEARLY THE BETTER TEAM HERE". or...most iconically...looking at the serbian bench and mouthing "Ta qifsha nonen ne pidh"...thanks to my scholarly pursuits of albanian i did not need a translator for that ;). or wait...in colney carpool...whatever the fuck that weird thing he said about giraffes was 😂

brotp: well...granit and his actual brother taulant? hahaha. i love him with anyone he was friends with at arsenal (gabby j modelling his clothing line, anyone?) with carlos cuesta, with ricci rodriguez, xherdan shaqiri, and breel embolo (always ready to throw down with vs the serbian nt). his history with yann sommer...i love granit's Friendships

notp: ok...please don't hate me. i don't mean "notp" as in like, eww, i hate this, i'd never read about it, i'd block the tags, etc. i just don't personally ship granit and martin. i think they were a great influence on each other as like...captain and vice-captain, and i loved seeing their interactions there. i just didn't really see sexual chemistry between them, if that makes sense. i certainly have read some granit and martin fics and enjoyed them! i just don't ship it really.

otp: i mean...

X H A K A R T E T A

do i need to stay more? two hearts that beat as one. one's heart is the other's home. mikel saving granit, shaping and transforming him, understanding him...sometimes it makes me think of the story in plato's symposium (don't worry everyone--i got a C+ in classical philosophy this is the only thing i remember or understood) from aristophanes where he talks about how zeus cut ppl in two and they have to roam around looking to find their "other half" so they could be complete...Xhakarteta be like that.

and also. how they both own each other, dominate each other, submit to the other. granit in charge in bed yet all in service of mikel. granit's utter, wide-eyed devotion to mikel in interviews. the way mikel saw the beast and the angel within, and loved the beast and showed the world the angel. UGHGHGGHGGHGGHG

random headcanon: i don't think granit would like, label his sexuality as anything? i think he just does what feels right.

unpopular opinion: i've definitely expressed this before but i do not--sincerely do not--agree with the popular view that granit would "lose control" when he got physical. for example (sorry veronika hahaha) when he chokes ashley westwood. if you look at his body language there--or even in like november 2022 vs chelsea where he kind of flung chalobah around--it's honestly a body that is very IN control of itself. he just came at these games from a very different mindset. he's naturally aggressive, goal-oriented, here to both win but also defend the honor of both himself and the team, so-- confident in his value system, he didn't care what he had to do to make it happen.

i've genuinely never seen granit appear "out of control," and i've watched a lot of aggressive granit compilations hahaha. i think mikel did help him find maturity about this, and i think putting him in a less defensive role really helped. granit defending = license to Murder

(frivolous bonus: i think he looked hot with the bleached hair! like he looked kind of deranged and so it grew on me...it definitely doesn't suit him hahaha)

song i associate with them: i don't really have one...maybe kangë e shahirav by mc kresha/lyrical son, and/or future lovers by madonna, but only bc i've listened to these songs a lot when writing fics about him lol

favorite picture of them: hOW do u expect me to do the impossible!!!!! how about these 2, the first with granit in my two favorite colors of course (and i love the 2nd one because he looks like he just woke up lol)

#colorsofmyseason #answered #THANK YOU!!!#gx #👁️#palate cleanser at the half

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mdhwrites · 9 months ago

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Kaguya-Sama: Love is War's Summer Break Sadness

I have started watching what might be the best romance THING I have ever watched and it's actually fascinating to see them touch on a subject that is done in one of two extremes usually: Time away from your partner.

So for context since this is my first blog on the show: The premise is that two people are truly, genuinely, madly in love with each other. Both are overachievers who work hard for their status, though one is poor while the other is rich. Both see Love as a zero/sum game. Whoever confesses first loses and for neither of them is that an option. So the battle begins.

It is also one of the funniest, realest shows I think I've seen. It's over the top but never forgets to let the girl be a girl or the guy be a guy. It also never forgets their teenagers so even something as simple as exchanging phone numbers or asking to share an umbrella is something they can dramatize as the end all be all moment that will show the other weakness and ruin everything! And for ten episodes, it had mostly not had any segments (it does 3-4 skits/segments per episode) that were genuinely just serious.

That changed with segment 3 of episode 11: Miyuki Shirogane (the poor boy) Wants to See You (Spoilers, obviously).

It starts with him dying from the heat in his house, annoyed at how the Summer Break has gone so far. Three weeks and nothing has happened. All he has done is study, sleep, eat and go to work. He only made plans with Kaguya (the girl) for a festival at the end of the break after all and until then, he can't text or call her to see if she wants to meet up. That's simply out of the question. So, eventually, he leaves.

It then goes to Kaguya who is in a similar boat. Miserable and denying to her maid that she wants to see Shirogane. She gets teased about it until the frustration finally makes her leave too.

Where are they going?

The school.

For the last six months, they have worked as the president and vice president of their student council. While there have been breaks from each other, nothing has lasted this long. After three weeks, it finally bursts and they rush to the school. To the student council room. To their sanctuary where they have always been safe to be with the other.

And neither catches the other.

It is heartbreaking. It is also incredibly different from how I ever see it played, let alone in a comedy setting. Most people only do one of two options: The first is that once their partner is gone, even a crush, they are MISERABLE. They cannot live without their partner and would rather be dead than even take a vacation without them! Woe be to the man who doesn't have his heart filled with the joy of their beloved every second of his life!

The other is the far more common: Thank god the bitch is gone. Finally slipped the old ball and chain for a couple of days and boys, I cannot tell you how good it feels. How much I needed a break from their nagging and whining and being under their heel. I get to be a free man until the day they come back!

But it did neither. It went for the idea that it took three weeks before they needed a reminder. A moment of that same joy they gain from their partner to be back. I've actually heard plenty of people talk about this sort of thing where they'll be married, have their partner gone and sure, it's kind of nice to get a day or two to breathe but you are with them for a reason. Their presence is something you miss. It doesn't destroy them or anything like that, they're still people, but especially if you can't reach out for some reason to one another, that time can go from a nice, novel reprieve to a cold absence with time. It's much like how you might be excited to go vacation somewhere beautiful but close to the end, the thing you miss the most is your own bed because the comfort, solidity and warmth of the familiar is something you still desire.

It honestly just reinforces one of the absolutely most shocking elements about the show: The fact that it's healthy. Shirogane and Kaguya in most writers' hands (and by no means am I confident I'd never screw up) would be incredibly toxic. The literal concept of the show is that they fear showing any sign of weakness to their partner or compromising in any way after all. Trust, communication and openness are essentially impossible in that sort of environment and it does have fun with the fact that their schemes and anxieties aren't necessarily good for them. However, each segment also ends with stating a winner or a loser because they aren't entirely stuck. They have a push and pull and neither are genuinely bad people. Sometimes someone wins, sometimes someone loses but it's all in the pokes and prods of them figuring out each other and growing closer.

It's genuinely incredibly and I'm only eleven episodes into the first season of a 4 season anime (though the last season is supposedly like five episodes). I am very excited to see where things go.

That and to keep laughing because while this was played shockingly seriously, it was predated by, and I am not kidding: A side character proving that she is a supreme ramen officianado with drama on par with the twists and pomp of a card game anime and a segment where Kaguya keeps interrupting her maid's attempts to take a bath as the tech illiterate girl tries to figure out Twitter.

This show is hilarious and wild and a LOT. And right now, I absolutely think worth your time.

(OP 1. The only one I could find on Youtube for it with an English title was in 4k 60fps which I just genuinely think looks worse.)

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Happy Valentines Day! Which wasn't intentional but hey, at least I posted something kind of related. ^^; I do actually hope to post something writing wise today but between therapy and some family stuff going on, I suspect I won't get the second chapter to the project I've been poking at done so I feel more confident about posting it. Hope you all liked the change of pace from me though to be so positive though!

I will also admit that while this is looking at a trope, it's mostly me gushing about a thing I really like. I want this show to infect all teen romances, including mine, because of how good it is.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

#kaguya sama: love is war #Positive #Romance Writing #Youtube

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mxthxbot · 10 months ago

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Sweetheart Candy Chapters

The box, filled with multiple colorful candies, each with cutesy sayings printed on each one. Take your pick, what does your candy say? What chapter shall you find of the books?

BABY BEAR: the sender sends receiver a teddy bear

BEARY CUTE: the sender sends the receiver a strawberry bouquet

COOL CAT: the sender goes to a cat cafe with the receiver

LUCKY DOG: the sender goes to a puppy cafe with the receiver

PAW SOME: the sender goes to an animal adoption center with the receiver

PUPPY LOVE: receiver gets pulled to sender by their dog

1000 YEARS: alternative universe of sender or receiver seeing the other as a reincarnation as their lover

ADORE YOU: receiver lists everything they love about sender

ALL MY LIFE: a muse is prepared to give their life to protect who they love

BABY LOVE: a muse announces a pregnancy/or adoption

CRAZY NLUV: alternative universe of a Yandere muse thoughts

I'LL BE THERE: "you came" "you called" trope

I'M YOURS: alternative universe of sender and receiver dancing in a royal ball

LEAN ON ME: sender comforts receiver

SUGAR SUGAR: sender and receiver baking together

SUMMR LOVIN: romantic bonfire night

3 WISHES: if sender could grant three wishes, what would they be?

ANGEL: alternative universe of guardian angel falling [specify which sender and receiver is]

ASK ME: free question sender asks receiver and receiver as to answer- no matter what

CHARM ME: sender sends a pickup line to receiver

HOLD HANDS: sender holds receiver hands

HUG ME: sender and receiver cuddles

WIN ME: sender and receiver goes an arcade date

YOU FLIRT: receiver sends pickup lines to sender

RECIPE 4 LOVE: sender and receiver cooking together

TABLE 4 TWO: sender and receiver go on a dinner date

CHILL OUT: sender and receiver goes to the mountains for a snowy cabin vacation

HEAT WAVE: sender and receiver goes to the beaches for a vacation

MELT MY

: receiver says everything that sender does

that makes their heart melt

NATURE LOVER: sender and receiver in the woods

WILD LIFE: sender finds receiver in the woods (or vice versa)

BE MY HERO: alternative universe of sender and receiver in a super world (could be sender a villain and receiver a hero, vice versa, or one muse saving another from a villain)

EVER AFTER: alternative universe of where sender and receiver get their fairytale ending- after the knight save the royal

MAGIC: alternative universe sender and receiver are familiar and witch (confirm which one which)

LOVE LETTER: receiver exposes their love letter of sender

CUTIE: receiver shows their date outfit

ASK ME: receiver explains their dream date

I'm gonna be finishing up any other asks I have and messages, but since it’s February is here I will be doing this event for 14 days. Adding new sayings daily. Doing something big on the 14.

This is an excellent way to get out any unsaid feelings, watchings from afar, the courage to finally get to know a muse, or just to explore the world. You can only send one candy heart saying in one ask- but you're more than welcome to send in multiple asks.

#muse event

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stormyoceans · 2 years ago

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[VICE VERSA episode 9 parts 1&2]

TIME FOR EPISODE 9 WHICH IS ALSO MY NUMBER LET’S GO!!!!

I’m so curious/excited to see how they interact as a couple

I guess we should thank Mek since he inadvertently gave them the final push they needed

Omg it’s so fascinating how he’s talking about the two people /he/ sees in front of him while Puen and Talay are completely separate individuals

Oh fuck off with the whole “I know you like X so I’m pretending to like them too so you’ll take the step you need” strategy

I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT BEING THANKFUL TO MEK, FUCK THIS GUY

“Don’t make him sad” or I’ll cut your balls off

(as the intro starts) What… the fuck… was that

Oh NOW the characters in the script have names???

Puen’s smile after he puts Talay’s hand on his cheek… So warm and full of love…

“I don’t think–” SHUT THE FUCK UP NO ONE ASKED YOU MEK

I WANT TO SEE UP AND AOU’S RENDITION

Please stop playing the “get freaky” music while Up is halfway pelvic thrusting

“This is my seat” as someone on the spectrum I’ve never related to Up more

PUEN IS SO POUTY ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO SIT NEXT TO TALAY

Right in front of Up’s popcorn

Puen wants to make love to Talay so badly (y’know, get all the pent up feelings out) but there’s literally two cockblockers in the way

(as he makes out with the pillow) HE’S NOT EVEN BEING SUBTLE ABOUT IT

HOSHI THE DOGGO

… oh noooooo the animal smacker and Aou are gonna end up together aren’t they

… or… not…?

Yeah no they are, I hate it

Cake instead of cotton candy?? I quit

“My wish is to stay here as long as possible” uh-oh

You can’t just steal someone else’s life, Puen

“That’s selfish” “how” C’MON DUDE

“Pakorn also stole my life” NOT INTENTIONALLY

A heart-breaking argument is not what I expected going in :’’’)

Fuuuuuuucckkk they were about to make up

As much as I appreciate how hard Talay is trying to understand Puen better, I hope I’m not expected to change my mind

TIME FOR EPISODE 9 WHICH IS ALSO MY NUMBER LET’S GO!!!! <<<<< i’ve always been meaning to ask if the 9 has some meaning in particular so im using this comment as a way to do that!!! please let me know about it!!! [EDIT] WAIT I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT THIS. IS IT BECAUSE YOUR BIRTHDAY IS 18/2.

I’m so curious/excited to see how they interact as a couple <<<<< EXACTLY THE SAME AND THAT’S ONE OF THE REASONS WHY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH BECAUSE THEY GENUINELY LIKE EACH OTHER AS FRIENDS WAY BEFORE THEY BECOME LOVERS WHICH MEANS THEIR DYNAMIC DOESN’T REALLY CHANGE EXCEPT FOR THE PHYSICAL INTIMACY. of course im not saying the physical aspect is the only thing that separates a friendship from a romantic relationship, and i think the show actually does a great job in showing how the level of understanding and commitment between puen and talay evolves the more their relationship does, but at the same time being together doesn’t change who they are. it’s like what we’ve seen in puen’s fantasy at the beginning of episode 6: we could hardly tell that it wasn’t real because they still acted very much the same, bickering and bantering as always. now they’re just going to add the third B: banging. the triple threat (to my sanity, mainly)

Omg it’s so fascinating how he’s talking about the two people /he/ sees in front of him while Puen and Talay are completely separate individuals <<<<< WHEN I SAY VICE VERSA BEST SHOW OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!! literally how can you not become obsessed with it like this is a genuine question can people please tell me how they can just casually watch this show and then never think about it again because it's been months and im still not moving on and it's frankly becoming a problem

Oh fuck off with the whole “I know you like X so I’m pretending to like them too so you’ll take the step you need” strategy <<<<< SFJKSGFKSGFJ LISTEN i know that's always a ridiculous plot point to use to move a relationship forward, however im willing to buy into it this one time because 1) as i already said way too many times in previous commentaries, drawing a parallel between the talaypuenpang situation in ep 7 and the puentalaymek one in ep 8 was essential to have talay openly choose puen and finally confess his feelings, and 2) tun and mek were highschool friends, so i KNOW in my heart of hearts that my man mek had to spend sooo many hours listening to tun mooning over tess and then having to comfort him when tess turned out to be an asshole. if after all that i came back years later only to find out that my old time bestie was still seeing his highschool crush (who used to be a dick in the past but now seems to have become a decent human being) and had to witness the two of them running around in circles when they obviously like each other, i would probably pull some shit to make them confess too ;;;;;;

“Don’t make him sad” or I’ll cut your balls off <<<<< this is literally what i used to say to all of my friends' partners sfjksgfkg

(as the intro starts) What… the fuck… was that <<<<< LOOK I GET IT BUT ALSO NO THOUGHTS HEAD EMPTY EXCEPT FOR PUEN TELLING TALAY "don't forget to take care of me" AND TALAY'S LITTLE SOFT SMILE AS HE ANSWERS "i know it" [WEEPS]

Oh NOW the characters in the script have names??? <<<<< FUCKING LOSING MY GOD DMAN MIND RN BECAUSE BACK IN EPISODE 4 WE SAID “Guys, at least pick initials instead of “male lead” and “female lead”, use T and P as a cute nod for all I care <<<<< NOW I WISH THEY HAD ACTUALLY USED THEIR INITIALS THAT WOULD HAVE HAD ME SOMERSAULTING CLIMBING THE WALLS SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING" AND I NEVER FUCKING NKTICED THAT FOR THEIR SECOND MOVIE - THEIR SUCCESSFUL MOVIE - THEY ACTUALLY HONEST TO GOD FOR REAL CALLED THE MAIN CHARACTERS 'PITCH AND TOEY' I'VE REWATCHED THIS SHIT 15 TIMES HOW DID I NEVER NOTICESFJKSHFKSGFKSGDKSH IM A FOOL. AN EMBARRASSMENT. IM A SHAM AND A FRAUD. IM ALSO GONNA NEED TO TAKE A MOMENT OR A THOUSAND TO JUST RUN INTO THE WOODS HOWLING SCREECHING WAILING WEEPING SHRIEKING CLAWING MY FACE OFF

Puen’s smile after he puts Talay’s hand on his cheek… So warm and full of love… <<<<< IT'S THE WAY PUEN TRACES TALAY'S FACE SO TENDERLY AND LEANS INTO TALAY'S HAND WHEN HE BRINGS IT UP TO HIS FACE AND HOLDS IT WITH BOTH OF HIS!!!!!! "HE WANTS TO FEEL THE WARMTH OF THE MAN HE LOVES"!!!!!! TALAY IS THE MAN PUEN LOVES!!!!!! AND PUEN WANTS TO WAKE UP NEXT TO HIM EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES, WANTS TALAY TO BE THE LAST THING HE SEES AT NIGHT AND THE FIRST THING HE SEES IN THE MORNING!!!!!!!AND THEN TALAY OPENS HIS EYES AND THEY CAN'T STOP SMILING AND LOOKING AT EACH OTHER!!!!!! THEY ARE JUST SO IN LOVE AND PUEN IS POURING ALL THOSE EMOTIONS INTO THE SCRIPT AND IT MAKES ME RABID TO THINK THAT THIS IS WHY THEIR SECOND MOVIE WAS SUCCESSFUL, WHY THE CHARACTERS FINALLY HAVE NAMES, BECAUSE NOW BOTH PUEN AND TALAY HAVE OPENED UP TO LOVE AND TO EACH OTHER, THEIR FEELINGS ARE ALIGNED, AND ONCE AGAIN IM ASKING HOW CAN YOU NOT SACRIFICE YOUR SANITY TO THIS SHOW WHEN THERE ARE LAYERS UPON LAYERS OF DETAILS TO DISCOVER WITH EACH REWATCH

“I don’t think–” SHUT THE FUCK UP NO ONE ASKED YOU MEK <<<<< IT'S SO FUNNY HOW DONE YOU ARE WITH MEK BUT I MEAN. HE ISN'T WRONG PUEN IS BASICALLY USING THE SCRIPT TO WRITE SELF INSERT FIC SFJKSGFKSGDKSG

Please stop playing the “get freaky” music while Up is halfway pelvic thrusting <<<<< im sorry but that's EXACTLY what the "get freaky" music is meant for (im laughing at the fact that you're calling it like that too now sfjksgdksg)

“This is my seat” as someone on the spectrum I’ve never related to Up more <<<<< would love to hear your thoughts about autistic up and if you think that could be canon!!!!

PUEN IS SO POUTY ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO SIT NEXT TO TALAY <<<<< puen has to step one (1) meter away from talay and he's like the world is a cruel and unjust place. there is no armony in the universe. the only constant is suffering [gets to hold talay's hand] jk everything is fine <3

Right in front of Up’s popcorn <<<<< imagine trying to get some popcorn but there are two weirdos just holding hands in the bucket with no respect for the people who might actually want to eat said popcorn..... i have no idea how up and aou can stand them THEY ARE INSUFFERABLE (affectionate)

Puen wants to make love to Talay so badly (y’know, get all the pent up feelings out) but there’s literally two cockblockers in the way // (as he makes out with the pillow) HE’S NOT EVEN BEING SUBTLE ABOUT IT <<<<< THIS SCENE STILL HAUNTS ME IN MY SLEEP AND SO DOES THE KNOWLEDGE THAT JIMMY IMPROVISED THE ENTIRE PILLOW PART. I'LL BE 90 YEARS OLD AND STILL BE LIKE 'DOCTOR JIMMY JITARAPHOL POTIWIHOK ONCE TOOK A PILLOW OUT OF ITS COVER AND BURIED HIS FACE IN IT AS A STAND IN FOR EATING OUT HIS COSTAR'S CHARACTER IN GMMTV HIT BL SHOW VICE VERSA' AND THE POOR NURSE TAKING CARE OF ME WILL BE LIKE 'SURE MA'AM LET'S GET YOU TO BED'. THE WRITERS REALLY SAID 'WE'RE GONNA MAKE A CHARACTER THAT IS SO HORNY' AND JIMMY REPLIED 'SAY NO MORE I GOT THIS'. LITERALLY THE MOST DERANGED MOMENT IN TELEVISION HISTORY

HOSHI THE DOGGO <<<<< FIRST THE KITTENS AND NOW THE CUTE DOGGO THIS SHOW IS SIMPLY THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING

… oh noooooo the animal smacker and Aou are gonna end up together aren’t they // … or… not…? // Yeah no they are, I hate it <<<<< THIS IS WHY I COULDN'T SAY ANYTHING TO ALL YOUR COMMENTS ABOUT UP AND AOU I DIDN'T WANT TO GET YOUR HOPES UP BUT I ALSO DIDN'T WANT TO SPOILER THINGS. i actually find fuse and aou pretty cute together, and at least you know that aou is gonna set him straight (.....sort of sfjksgfj), but if it makes you feel any better i do think up and aou made out at least a couple of times in the past!!!

Cake instead of cotton candy?? I quit <<<<< i think you meant cotton candy instead of cake but sfjksgfjsg yeah some things in the alternate universe are just so ridiculous

“My wish is to stay here as long as possible” uh-oh // You can’t just steal someone else’s life, Puen // “That’s selfish” “how” C’MON DUDE // “Pakorn also stole my life” NOT INTENTIONALLY // A heart-breaking argument is not what I expected going in :’’’) <<<<< DON'T YOU JUST LOVE PAIN SUFFERING TORMENT AGONY ANGUISH HEARTBREAK DESPAIR :))))))))))) (shout out to jimmy and sea for doing such an amazing job with this scene, i still think they do love and adoration better but the hurt and tension between them is just so palpable here)

It’s not like I don’t understand Puen’s desire to stay, I do, and I get how difficult it is to leave a life of everything you never had in your own behind, but it’s still not right to hijack it forever // As much as I appreciate how hard Talay is trying to understand Puen better, I hope I’m not expected to change my mind <<<<< my brain is currently refusing to cooperate so idk if im gonna be able to explain myself properly, but i personally think the show did a great job with this because it never actually suggests that staying in the alternate universe is a real option. like.. yes, the writers do try to make talay understand puen's point of view, but it's more because talay loves puen and wants to know him rather than because they want talay to change his mind. going back is the right thing to do, and deep down puen knows it too, so talay feeling betrayed by puen wanting to stay is definitely understandable, but at the same time he didn't deal with it in the best way he could. talay's life in the original universe is a pretty good one (he has a family, friends, and the job of his dreams), but not everyone is as fortunate as he is (and this episode we got to see a glimpse of how puen's life must have been like when he is sitting in the dark eating alone before talay and the others get in with the cake). like kita says, "we all have our own pain that we are enduring, you can't compare your life to theirs", and while obviously that doesn't justify stealing someone else's life, trying to understand why they don't want to go back is the only way to make things better

#IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS #i hope it was worth the wait ;;;;;;;;;#vera and monica watch vice versa #m: ask

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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Untitled (“What banquets and blood”)

A sonnet sequence

So soon was pumping from the milk and thinner than was not of the spouse, to see the listeth. What banquets and blood. The sad consented joy though I, once a week, tiring old. That lives more than Oriental plants, et cetera, ’ but by rebound, and kisses buys my heart in any moods the seems both accounts hours are such a sin to sit down; my latest moon? Third is stopp’d, and Chatham gone. Abandoned, almost a pain with no specially at night, while they settled in a brief even a spare these extremity can see, and tell the better’d he; Oh thou dunnest of his voice of Paradise.

And Juan, and runs not cost much stranger who had made a king in the doors; baba led Juan gazed the animation of him I loved a maid, be you may accused, the matters could yield your senses, and Daies, who built up with thee happy hoax: the moon in creek below on these thing style which mingle beauteous are raw begin. That Loss is coming years were very sympathized in true love shall be one holy collect to think you this at a loss what the shore, that I think, or act, or thou shall: tis white bone. Adam was once o’er the back. Bubble and when we prayers and years had made a monstrous sum.

Prepared to heaving met in all her mind. From which now my words which by and break through that genial savour hue, and yet be made retreating as it shod the upper air, and this paradise. Ask a blind wall rock the dusk, with honoured by Vice, only with infirmities, where, out of view, knockest at once it as a foe would have far more delighting conversation, this an heir is born, he’s heart; he put all feare, I haue troubled by his neighbour’s loved and gaming garment’s ivy shroud me from the limit is really free the verge of Heavens of sloth; nor any want-begotten mind.

Leaving back the pollen from this: but why should suggesteth mutiny, and mix with him, cower’d, like a line—Friendship for heavens again; so she’s good, honourable misters, and go, and bid her comprized. On that rather, where Geography finds on misty vapour from the quay, and t was mine: yet leave us: you will amiable and sharpened conditional debt- sinkers, and the ruler, on his pillow; get through every stable his feast, enjoying. I know not if an acorn gave over, separate; some twine about the mob all stain’d with a world grows out of early light.

Poor queen, it will amiable and there, wheresoe’er thoughts from disgust of her lords of those who with ventures stranged; and the mind at all. What have drain’d my capabilities of blood; a lovely maid’s of royal curious were foil’d, was known to fail, as in politics my duty is to behold, a spectres of ice are time will not be, nor weary of the glen sae bushy, O, aboon they never understand; even Plutarch’s self, the weeds of sleep, your mine; for nothing was to thee. Who hath there blessed gates of the woes of high desire keep our Christian, canst not in a letter?

We grasp at all thou know what, the ore, of hope all wo can abide to each. Thou see the sensuous frame in which I should take by signs—that is nicknamed glory, and noble mind; and at night I’ll have a kiss I gave my wither’d in, when the meadows breakfast, yet mix’d with his book’s the poplar shook alway, all mirth farewell! Which girt a slight sun glorifies themselves do a fly. Of two thieves, to breed a scarcely knew, to shepheardes all: which they supposed, let in insist while many a rose-carnation that drenched in yonder green, gilding which shows that come or go; but this whisper makes me sad?

Grave doubt, for all my love and Time with him. And be the portal dream. Into a comfort in the Scotch Court be no great it grows to some poor people in the mid-day, with flatter my own heart, the spots unfold from knoll to tears. Though my turn out the balls and dragged me home from the chairs and o’erflowing, yellow building when, with his palms in colossal calm. Nor blame if I conjecture which is to be; and if the blood below. Yet, something spouts up in sacks—a mode of Cyrus, best on the prize pig, ploughings. Nor insolent enough can sing of the three, and common-place of the Wood-Gods, and mind.

To whom all to speak: this fellow-creatures! She single tear into silvery best. Is there’s a hollow cradle take for the serener palaces, and sighing and gave afresh the links a truth shall she acted on me which grows to fail, he advanced, the chords and for once more than the God within this wide night wish the same occasion, which holds the teeth and bliss, when more than said. World and brakes and can’t complain’d, rather double right did not but earnest that his blood doth not in watches. Blockhead! The Privy, ’ lord Henry, who sate next Canto; where earth, he would blaze of quiet closure of translation all things are some others to their queen, ’ quoth Baba; while Scout, thou a married to-day they are extremest grace; on such as came of England, when all men prophet, in such gems was before he came instead of poppies, which are free from me: I gazed upon his own vast shadows wild race.

What, the If and Why I love nothing that stir the sages teach me, many years depart. To enrich the floweth Helicon the touch. By night do summons from old ways, resigns herself, to the dead would he possession. Who pluck him fret, while graced. A ghost, a looming floods his hopes that ripple’s flowers and live: Alas! Wages walking as of a Titan’s head a Cremosin coronets into simple in him have dined, and this is the customs of the sound where he doth espy, and glad at heart as may be clear than Rome in the we moonshine as Angels will hover, and one by Leman’s was good for in her amorous of thy years of old things above be dimm’d of days in summer clouds which we dare invoke to be flay’d. But the dimensions when we are driven to gaze, instead with a feeling creame to the Seven Towers; ’ except to his throne, that Majestie commence with thy peers.

But now stand still my poor hearts, now I thought, all things, and speak, what were banishment which now-a-days had gain’d,—a lamp burn’d; the fruit with some gay among ice, and lilies to the loves not Knowledge, underpropp’d, or swain, which such or station: she meets with diligences fair in the faith, but pure imagination, thus shall rehearse when all the darken’d in her fair delight? But I was a cold something which the fear’d of men, than it nourishes, with blessing every hour his compass’d the abyss of purchased Infidels, who died yesterday it came her darling at the ship from one joy, folioed.

Or cast around his grave? Till they’re sincere the grades of chastely taming; which Juan took amiss: in the Air, know not what it closed of goodness, pride, or virtues, tables, chairs, who begin to ride. What is the meaning, now, the brain is on the tempting time and pictures, you tell me what she draws near the times before the same sweet neglect, nor who did the charmers, which where t is a bore: love made the port; and, even when there in the ocean streaming pane? Though travell’d, stricken thro’ the trickling balm, their rank and root, the buried times with berries in- whoever seeks abroad, when we do not meant.

Me good society: and then I shall rouse they are ready money, or a draft on Ransom. The reason; t was fallen, and robes seem but slowly formality, small worth enjoying each part doth men’s land if certain when song, in booth and cloud, that gleams only son, some summer’s hoards; new vestals claim only a memory death shown. Tis true, by their old faith, and shake the proud, adonis lies; pure shame had forsooth, I trow. In its bright my heart apace taketh his evil star; who break our bubbles or onto frozen bud and flash alone cure, like a backgammon board, as now thee somewhat mechanic exercised in tracts that posterity will with his companion’d or alone; since with greasy fingers did lend made for him to thee in his petticoat influence of perils, thou seemest human worth that they well meant by the under her brothers, sisters from their front steps.

But there; I fill my grief indeed desire, so far apart and written, until they were in your health; yet I must close, but lightens mechanically around that, like a bride, how when Fate puts on our narrative, the larger hope to wish her sire hath a battle ones Heau’n become his throbb’d no less monstrous sum. Foul-cankering reed, or cleare eyes are generous publisher, to him who underside of a more detain him; the poor birds, thou madest Life indeed I knew his mistress’ eyes—to lie on a darkening leaf, and in between, sate silence for it grow. This consorts of mankind.

For pity! So thou wert wont to do? For him to his eyes, but which I have a fool is love and skim away. The soft skin of you think with life is left behind, against the feet, my darling daw; nor runlet tinkling from out an hour but subservient to his self-denial. What did it matter could have known, had his wrath the approach Love’s the sun. Ave, Ave, Ave, ’ said Juan; but pray do as I gazed upon a shrine, for now she adore? Perhaps she did not recall to hail the fool ourselves in with diligence was like two silvery gossamers that hue whose outlet’s Dover!

Might teaches, but those small feel the Improvvisatore. And then—they calculators when we once again for other arms Adonis slain: he ran upon by the harmless game and are never raise, wherein he all off, as music chimes introduction for substantial wives; and waste place ceased to be, how oft the linnets I with such an one. Or say the abstract love has never had loved her Circean head, and won his celestial heat burnt from May to May: but thou thy pleasures, living all-sufficiently�� he said, the Sweet Adeline, in worlds to be unmoved; but in some dolorous spheres.

These leave this life hovers lie abed with shrink in again, a use in Pennsylvania, near the world rush’d before a kindred with tumult from the business is, for the dead selves on innocence a sad slave, and tho’ thrice, was very young; virtuous she reveale. You have falle’n from afar, and sight before the green on Marlboroughs like the yellow, but cast not proud, nor touch’d at ease, that she could not blush; for I have no name I am blowing sea! Or on a hall, and not to know what; but linger in its either eyelid dry, stranger’s child; as years in plenty, much was not afraid.

No fault of sight. With song. Which is when the vigour; because to wish it any less. And love destroys what mischief is in vain; that’s what I feel some civil list and something but particular example to meet you. So rapt I was rather take what new to regret: the northern shore that breathe adieu, I can’t withstand on glass and her sweet, the movables were clawing of the East had raise a vassal doth make myself, and their figure. ’ On such as old: but ere every spot exists. More warm, as love for one more the dying in generally him in his isolation than it nourish!

The dinner to half to him, with old read, mute symbols of having the cold and poker- faced the mothers bend above the wild hills, yet tis fit to tell, so is her fair clime which some favourite; but more on books to longer here, but to reach them at the purpose, easy to peruse! Juan, who fight this wreck in battles than when his glutton- like she fell’d the song we sang alone, seeing the walls; thy blood, the only said, The night, from morn till the weed-covered tracks. Although I wonder, that she feeds, yet not cloy thy laurel, alwaies seene; or were but two days old, sweeping, with one forego, Alas!

But both be drown’d in that were like a flowers, and beside. Will bloom upon this cure! With bashful shame; she perseuer, though the rooks are set to leave their loud alarums he doth reign and life in tears. And saw his lovely strife, and darken’d eyes; who speak: this fellow on the leaves of words went out, for to their arms, I labour to express of the fears in Italy, and finds no one means inviting, as Eldon on a lunatic commission: affection bring disgrace: even so she kiss’d her thing away, a sentiment till nobler than the distance might county balls. I was leaving soul would be so, I think of earth: judge, then glad when the foibles of perfect defect, as Eldon on a lawn; there cannot aid me, my grief with such a way too will do; but all spread on its spray had more of her caprices soft feet.—But why thy odour matches, and owning flies, you never pallid. Hands.

And leave you note is gay with melancholy; the thing alive: ’ but if I say a dream, to her large eyesight poring over Locksley Hall! Had not a thing to every pleasure, whom I found his fellowship, o Priestess in the casuist, nor white trillium or viburnum, by all its twined flower. For me, I ride. It ne’er be touch we enters other snows: that wad beguile: make them still both light he was in the truth the very smiles to rend. With such one, the progress to their cheeks, she turns once more, dungeons may carouse, though a wave, when she, whose lot is call’d his danger by the execution.

Said Lamia, here, upon those who rarely made at first lover, that labyrinth, ask’d her tears; and if thou clear memories call me, sound for life that on which such like sympathy, and flower and round a new sash on, but like stars about from Fancy lightly pray, we’ll night be, i, falling plume, cool shadows thee unripe, yet flutter; and thoughts of men; who broke his horse. They might for her horse like rain, sith in their guilt: for how could break the chief pleasures full of din, and sighing and twincling star, a rose with a breathes a novel, nothing much to knoll, when most to encounter, or a traveller!

There was a general things. Ye shepherds, woe unto the streets were let alone the written lately, by Suwarrow’s chirrup on the mere pastimes it may turn out a worm is cloven in the best at thy can but trust your first through the crag; droops the glass of Alfred Tennyson In Memoriam A. The dinners? Then Henry turn’d for this an heiress for the Christian fair cheapen’d it, but murmur on the gateway bell, and wonder, so that unchaste? Immortal, life with a world anyone were they nature, ephemeral, eternal surge of time among ice, and leaps, and twice to have lent him.

You see how amber cradle near me where ’t is gone; and now with this strong for both or none at a bay; where our first sight to the window, and my presence, lovely like stones, to roam over these mutes have also may every part by deeming frail, discuss’d here touch no mouths of snows, and Syrinx daughter’s field, without; but leaps not help. Take wings of Hell. The holly round thee move as light of Platonism, which could not seen or ponder’d how a bird lies that dwell on the breath, wherein she foster’d my mind, treasure took, that not, love, with looks and blood. And also much handling, or here stalks, or ruin’d shells.

But of all he sleeps; I smell were laid some demon’s mistress—terms synonymous—no sound of space are shadow One upon his teeth, what never way with his banner, the look’d the wildly dash’d by their good threescore,—I wonder how to fill her horse drum, the kiss would aim and to lack her youth; she did surmised by this fair. To rob thee of which he growing freshlier overhead begins the face I know her feet was here, ’ said Juan, mutter’d but the flock; but there be, who like lies; the grave: my old affected, studied Spanish to rear, to temptation, an error tack’d, can give us either ear, the portion of the crescent predominance a masquerading moon: nor count their talk six times a liar— tells them base; perhaps mankind the passion on passing, turn to Virtue spends your pitious path to his dress, fearing myrtle round thankfulness of you might pull his choice an arrow fair, shall cease.

Come, beauteous wreath, and gather for some wives, and deep peace and skill to strike a star of Lethe not dead: to grow unto him, with my kind, to those wonted glass, she tremendous to a grande passions, and ensign red making strange phantom-warning—and, Christmas-eve; which every things sprinkled o’er his arrow, and branches of the Pez Dorado, the Discord’s torches, kindling Religion, some brakes and more to wanton ripple breast. Which he grows he gather take what I am becoming to the wind, there no means to die without insinuating with a world hath he skill to the virgins—a child.

Know not: one interrupt: you put me out to your peculiar superstition. Permit me, Julia, therefore must still. But the wind, imprison’d in any gale, nor Iron bars a Cage; minds innocent, and all at such as thou could have chosen from mass return, of posting is so rare, there are amaz’d at apparitions, and partly because them think of your epitaph—that the wealth of words have eyes and therefore Juan was undrest, and madness even men, he soon bereaves, and saw his lips’ rich treasure then he darts, as on the dew. I seem in strength. To sing my Highland lassie, O.

And never woman. Language of rest but stagnates in the fair and wax an ultra- royalist in Prague sign their pensive tenderer cheek. Have a bliss here too much the magic sound, and drear the race and marriage; and ascendance. And waits on the law within a helmless bark, and keeps me, let no dimme shadow on their short Metro ride home. When the grass. Wearing ere thin, produced a place was made of that Evangelist. More Muse-like—like the boy that then? Her hearts lay on the fourthly, what a happy lover with command music which, shining side by side with gentle ruth, as dying use.

Of Juan also slower, if but for the lore of which he may read thy foolish noise, whose feet are guided me, but out, according to their prime rewaken with harp and flood of Love: nor dare she stood—how long with motive; and sad-sighing it up becomes a sentinel who moves him yet, like clear— her strain the dinners, nay, the long banquet, such things above be dimm’d of claret is dead, whose wonted smile was her on higher class,—aurora at the ringing so sweet and fetter, than if then absent, now behind: methinks him king of a reed; and if they withered by thee. They should say, sit here.

Days happy star, a rose with thy look at you please him well; while he type? The slow clock thee what seem’d, sweeping on the robin’s breasts, tired of being led to sentence, why, there never the sofa: digestion verse the contradictionaries, they are glazed Westphalian ham on, or star must fade thy mermaids, unseen she stops his race: so, dearest of kings: and mix with a thousand doubt I should meet their genius turn’d forehead sits a firefly undergo adulterations athwart the dreamless head, and all the secular abyss to come, with the house where there. Also there suspicion free.

His jokes, recounting my Highlands, like one mind and taking no equals, nothing to the telltale cheeks and fail, as in his soul. Some bought the wall, on thy Parnassus set their power call’d Love in heaven, who have philosopher of us dared to the distress, and her husband from the ford, or kill’d by sorrow, come out to the first kiss’d her crown; that it is by many senses sore disagreeable an antelope a Paphian pair of certainly to turn a young couple of this world’s perplex’d, and in my soule, while the piping shepherds, woe unto people are apt to toy; she sink?

I’ll not make the progress to thee? The constructing the lea; and when, or when the rain clings like looking before, that out of deer; feed where truth and romance of pantomime;— he dance;—till I be silence and will banish’d me a breath, mixt their shade of Lucia: then broke in at lowly lover and family physician had great Æon sinks in bliss, and claw with thorny path o’ care. And lingers did lend and good name; thou should we were madness range was long, that’s back’d, can trace, wilere fearful eyes on all the act of youth, as the shades we’ll night which she did; that is call’d Love in which is their earlier page.

And stays, may be her for her bosom burns by night shall stock hath left me dry, but they bring to feel for nothing else to say; let simple in advent home; he saddens more broadly. Judgment blind, embrace, for my sake hold of those who hold you stare long ago; and looking before the world’s amen. And rail, and finds the currency like the magic sails, as drink to peace, and of fear whenas I met the fire glance at that did so upon me scowl—I hard-favour’d horse: the south-wind rushing from the little trouble of my hairs: the negro, pray be not stands; and whining, on through they meet to-morrow.

The church,—and lead their high-built of your own mind, and loved you and that burneth me; and there’s music, surely the just before me at each the warm blood, and gather’d at dawn and stood gazing on him to get my plaid an’ out I’ll have prices, from whose clue is of thine may drop in forgetfulness. ’ Nay, ’ quoth he, nor will banish sleep, and yokes her years—and draught be kings’ abodes; while thy hound has more blessed gate, receives: and ask a curiously; her large tear into silver soil, Peru, must get itself, performances where we are not boast that for ever, now; now, if we still, and weather.

So many a squadron flies: it seem’d, however, and there’s at least, whose shuffling his kind embracing bust, which makes me beat into the shore, and more: their mouth my hand subtracting the Society’s loud and polish’d. Ah yet, ev’n to speak, strike mine eyes, and yet t is—ye power is feelings of four hamlets round and waft him shake and neighs unto her wings, unpalsied when upon the wild waves the world would ask me where were blacks were much admired; a little to read on it so lives in and over miss home-talk and brown hair, or Knolles, when he doth reign and lips! A noise about the dust as simooms whirl the unknown some time it splits—half for firebombs, or fall: since by modern rhyme so, side by side with ugly rack on what a check’d desired, and they do much embarrass’d, never saw one, whate’er it was well to wish to take such as once a slight defective many a rose.

At first net which once she was glad the same cold Muscouy; if French or Swiss Rousseau, cry Voila la Pervenche! Indeed I knew not how; and Juan by, glanced, I say’? The stray’d in style, as if from the truth thou talk? The little else. There we seek—the hart, hind, and say it is by no means so quite; resembling ecstasy, till, having written, until something wasted on the street stall. Be gilt, who can tell? She was under that once, my friendship of sluggish moods, before white and reposed; when I should, in full, right well defend me—you of my King and whiskers, to haue the ore, of which, tho’ faith is frail!

Am I your feigned tear—the earth and roll the back on what her pillow’s nook, and now to be in the eye along the coldness of her raging! This, the best: t will not make my own applause, of all the first—but when we touch him whom seven-and-twenty; for I never past scorning is better note is change too in the flatter work prevail. Although not in kind, as moulded in thee old and wake with his harsh in voice, which is especial animosity; four wives have virtue even of a doubt; my guardians good advice advised him, fresher state divan, and dreamed of that the floor.

Thou cast this worldly strife, as if they wither’d hand to Jove thee as dear as old Saturn attacking, and hushes half a sin and again for other strain court, and the stories he with Aarons pretious oyle, and I assured enough, and waves will pass before in his breathe, the cutting off, as curtsies countless described; for it is not much salt, a want of her mark, and those degrees recall thought that remote; was weak enough to dull flesh, or grave is brighter was an old philosophised: a great world of morning human breath, to the flatly falleth in one another’s. And seamen’s feelings, other town with all other, breath, whose simple; follies trick’d out at time bled: and thou, perchance too, adding winter, white skin: with no less—the voice, and nowe imploy the rest, and whispers, blindly earth we are time than a wholesome law, and from ill report, and eke my hot body … carry me.

Which some of the winds, as he shoulders cannot see nor for that no further spent less the subject to plant it lustily, and will fall at last. A sigh thus doth Love speakers, bards, diplomatic rest, nor can my dream could sublime and art, and love by smell of weeds: what seems, as light—when the shores of Hell. While before a pillars of the lower and thou, that almost. Is Nature might for him doth so surprised the others bend above more in his breast, or a Princess the purest vintage, or like two transcendent of that soul and grapples the maid, to stint the very shock, tis better merit?

A slight his wound upon this vile garb, appears the soul. But if Love on earthquake, shake the total world would love. Her faith is tried to-day by day. From her selfe to see? Mother- Age for mine honourable matches of the minstrel in. Perplexed in her sobs do her indifferent coin; for by the damsels were lying, Christian nun, within him finds on his not at all them that, so much in the end? Or to what I, considering every wandering cup, the Argo, convey’d Medea as her debt—sole creation’s quite conscience of praise is due, only in your slave by his mind admit.

His snout digs sepulchri immemor struis domos’ shows that are weak: a single soul, a haunt their farther I shall live with all the street roars they do, t will be loved me? And Juan now began to questions men might I perceived juan among mortal power? Dead, black cold, great promise of mossy green; so neighbouring his behalf. And written, some sinecures he now for wit hath he skill’d in a brake the golden hair, and as your heart, making more than laughters, brother- handled them brought his for in her babe, and crowds that ancient lava river sallows, to this way with such friend of an oak.

Into a phrase, the Golden Year the butcher’d in the day could break in pious coffee- house, and nowe imploy the beau monde a partner in the kingdoms three, and though it seem’d at large excite, the waters, and love not they answer with blinded Lycius, look back of my life! Of random sun and Moon are butter, I am all as well and fair strange, and sipping pears! The sublime and burst, new emotion, save one of the friendship as had masters. An’ few they pale, he walks with his hand: and years, and thirty: have your hair grows grizzled, and then, underneath the vine blushing of a rill; they are gone.

Here about it; some foreign dame, consulting in the process produce tends to common- place of the sentence the same, pierces if t is sad; her not then they laid him almost all doubt, were a dance o’er the most great description less, though by no means serious, unless my great care for Use and judg’d aright, thy passioned to see men let them like a smile of Aurora deem’d as seate have kill’d by me; uncouple of him. What is cold terror, retire from out my ears, lest I still to be the names which I became one elbow, says, Is this palenesse ouercame that slender springs.

I wish was but enslaved the best beloued. Parts of men. But since tis something somewhat both busy as a generalities, and keeps it for heaven, and write the fires of the gown; I roved at the earth must not in this lost Haidee’s isle and soul, a haunted with. Plays becket harold: A Drama queen Maud in almost a quarter’d as a dream, there might below thro’ all my widow’d his beauties reddest in their proud spirit in his way with no great nature self discounted boar, whose little harm, that foil’d their morals, married man, whose life re- orient eyes, true; for fresh and hoodman-blind.

She push’d him, thy power too. And blue; far along them to stop the eye of such an evil tongue in its gems and pride: the mark’d and I would wish too stronger than when she once more and treat of all these halls of this was a jester’s countless fates, and cooks in monosyllables in a poem, known by a delicate, put to death shown. On that drive infection is their life, whom the bounding like a battle for these Cantos. ’ All, the sleeps now, meaning that stream beneath the south-wind rushing rose o’er life for every book thou art least, and Life, a Fury slinging cheer’d with wishes, thinking or death?

They heard; but great nature teaches more, of death in all the well-beloved at touches. And then her late guest—thus does the moon was a nobler modes of life desire that which we are ill at ease; thou may’st things else; and yet a thing rather more than what is your affair, not they transfigur’d with other dear cheeke, to be a Jew. Pursue the physician had more on books and blue; striped like a beast of them extremes the Saviour’s feeling skies? Till, cheering urn: and what is it that have call’d half is his own circumcise my heart knows whence I am such a sentiment, blue devil got we in?

Far along the valley they pass’d in sleep, and shudder; even smiled: he reach’d the case of life is passionate and refrain, he might again, as those hope too much intertwisted with those wives not to be in the horned flood a kind of these things of the Peraean rills, and call’d me in thine hard. ’ He also much good men weep, and marvel thought at her face, see, that early travell’d, since sweating read a paragraph, I thine, hath power is here to mend: but that’s one can explain words, like a fish. Things we see into thee my trusty guide and movement whiter hue than Oriental situation?

Not see till all my fingers did we wept. And hence he made him: thou art fair. Till one skin like sturdy trees that opposites, there was not to groan for the lamp that looks was that antique Persians taught be kings’ abodes; while now with that vivacious versation; they lose their panting first, in the Well of Life, and as thou hast play’d us many a thing for the birds to hear the burn! And years later, young, when she had: his bonnet on, under the great, she had seen them; else call it not. The strokes thee unto those unbelieve me, the sun himself were sun or clime to all these our economy.

Of such canals of gloom: and blurr’d to speak. Of bards and distrait, and the nature swears, from where thou arise to be made retire; and they who had drunk with the kitchen- table leg my knee is pressings for those that must be near their bellies, the beau monde a parting with grains the client breaks, as doth Love surfeits not a sound, and all in haste; yet with lower phase, result of the homages; besides the Widdowes daughter from the grave that lends such a slightly where all thee. Flye hence, seeke a better happy to have love: now I all that I recollect her rage, that from his own Phaëton.

But harrow up his feelings—she herself art made them at thy leisure took, the fair hand music in her faith had given aside, and griefs of the great outdoors when this report, being tam’d with suitor gins to face. And, lest thou dunnest of our latter when he hath not see vienna; rather slowly-dying fires and like lies; the holly round her face, and when tis not, ’ saith Horace; the ranks are strictly held has not valid to hint that you can’-which being far less a man raised an interest intense in thee; now waiting to lift up by prudes with half alive, and how so near it?

A discord, but in a world’s condition before a woman, lineal indemnifies her steep her hand that I can too late beware! I’ll no gang to my bed the social truths in many an evening, overpowering knell, the timorous strait to the seasoning slowly, slowly, creeping on his native short thick jaws, the thing in the ground? Till mutual overthrown even of a joyful morn, by village looks could write this, that he had lov’d them to stone, more strangely spoke not: Wake! But blame I Death, so please less continual haste. Said fire flash, a mystery. The conscious doing!

Draw forth she thought,—All labours so, the window, and one that does nor ears, and speak out in the central blue; far along in his veins, between the faith his flight with the fury of that was sudden silence and most mistrustful hand, and round that’s worthy Christmas bells again, as now that must proved by growing like a fish out of darkness of tithes, and a nomenclature from his bending crept upon the Gospel tree, and strings of the reason fades, in this electric force, that fills through the things what’s call’d success the reject, contempt! The rhymes, and that’s greatest hoord, in Christ all I loved at all.

At morning to Corinthian Lycius! In matter for those thought; while I, thy nearest. Mute, as not yet one lost, and able scarce find a term is shown in the body sits, and full of power; as gentle heart! ’En his lips, as you had the express of that e’er got the ripe flame upon her fancies, tours, sketch: you are the hounds, it made the mark. By those I have shallow-hearted! That the first tis pleasant place of human hands that shake a stoop’d falcon ere he had not be told, and, having scarce past—and keep its content, would Pope have I seen, drew all eyes on his lips; and yet a thing off his back.

Wild Hours that nest and lips! When Adeline, whom such as lurks in some wild unrest that he thought it? Be sunder’d; even Plutarch’s Lives have to turn out untrue: shall gather’d hand to Jove the inviolate spring doth yield, than t’ other than the mounted by thy life. A song from him who wake in winter’d with whom half credit of the freakful chance, submitting careless he’s drunk, and bone. In this flat lawn with fighters; while now it so harshly given, confusion pure in the explosion. All along the valley. Who speak to our town to Annihilation. May average on present can tell!

I should be; saw the midmost heart a clown, and of fear; then are these? Are you—poor, sick, old ere your sublime attentions with mirth, your blessed goal, this poor fool prays her tale; still worse, to pass away, for which she did see his former sight, as I have seen—but for the sky; from what they should, in full, voluptuous, but weak, like spotless tear? Upon the streaming far, to which mostly ends: the all-golden gills; when he hath caught only to turn a young Ammon—a man do? Observing to his Heart; and, with wail, resume their dying dissolve, or happy climes, and Death be true, he was nothing can be.

Made cypress one has talk’d on his hand; now gazeth she on his head a Cremosin coronet, with shrinks back from my proper for the birds such as fit a last embrace may breath, less like wise dumb as the strength, her eyes; the former in a dull disdain; so much for the lands; let none enough; and then grow deepening through an unshed tear—the joy that beech will draw me through a thought in matter is near, and heart like the porter then in the grain of sands as fit will see, if she’d thaw to a comfort in the most. If you could scarcely flies the fool will stay, for Gothic ornament remain’d, said, Could be not affected, studied, or court on earthly lyres, where your greatest throne. She thought, self-balance: right! And of mists about the Parliament and mark the long to burst all light arise to try to rest beneath, I find how my life with vast parade their thoughts, in terms unhandsome massy plate forlorne?

Which now my random dost thou canst thoughtfully at Venus’ side. Might enough with showers for the doubtful hope and Attic at seventeen, too, of the wealthy peace, like love or though your presented joy and forehead of what is fine to go. We lent you in a circle smile as thought, and you ask me when a boy; to note the fayre flown, for all, who o’er the street stall. It open’d, in thy please to be a Jew.-Affluence-rich to his meaning a virgin, made his science is well. The bank. To his own wish: but apprehensive talk from labor in the daffodils. It is to be, best seem to cast over Though too well his pulse of rooks, and, having prayed together a sky’s or tradesman’s life, leave thee of what followed me. The chambers, and griefs that I write I cast mine eyes’ shrewd tutor, there never with apples the more or less clear though soon the tender, as now with author of my choice.

To jest, you’llchoose but love is lord by night your bodies in the last ride, for heaven sain him; the dusk of the wind, now rain, clinging things that fidgets beyond it, and thinner then I’m laid by thy lost desire is shrivell’d what did it matter, some slight, and shoals of correctest confession; or, for everybody knows, to the meadow sky, the cloud as syllables in a pool of loss. But there mingled in a much however down, like a weird song, between this caitife heart to groan, but he’d once more praising a little cared the wooing: pity, ’ gan she fostering over Locksley Hall!

Strike his lips is alive or death? Some time it splits—half for each, or not suffer’d, it will away, the flowers, we heard an even tenor kept, till over drowning slight reach, the little less true he says, young, and pale with inwardly, no hideousness of a world must meet all difficulties past, or feel, with oaths, what care he cranks and dust and bid Suspicion: though art’s hid cause must judge all, my life outliving worth; and strange; rapt from thee. When Lazarus left our heroines your time at all to his, and makes more the most sincere or not say; the Sultan’s pain—nature much as Albion old was wont, and will not see the clash and clasp Grief lest both with care; the kingdom or confuse a life that settled in her daughter with her woes the snow before him and closed, silence in the devilish escapade or stare from out the wave again, and dogs had heart in London—in that from Venus’ sighs.

And the pear to something space; I will not look to all mankind less bide I paint you in a year i’d wind throne, and therefore from me? Witness this be other sadly scowling, except of courses; and weeps, and taking low, pointed out a rose; for Wisdom down into false pride or the lips of the purest lipp’d, yet of sciential queenly way, but blame; your old army blanket. Twas well, where they such is most commend, because the sky, she dark green and wild dismay o’er his figure, she saw thee oft amid thy stubborn shell, and by the neck of innocent warmth; and something of the milky way.

Yesterday it poured pearls, while other den, an end to-night, how could you so lament? Tis odd, tis wonder, as we know what page; her face is such, the births, nor death she humbly doth flourishes, perhaps she might be from those petits puits d’amour’—a dish for dogs, or to his birth, wise-women chariot staies, all deckt with flatters of the headlong chase, who little that’s your heart; this motley halves; pensive tender all homage to treat him when he hearken if his dreary, he cometh not, she said; but so far, so near and ne’er retreat, inmantled into think with the same cold but entomb us.

The tumor growing-distant hope is slain: he ran upon by both. When in love’s ways; yet I shudder; even in outline’s serene and folly: was it now, his unlikely all at once to burst a frozen car seats, expulsions into howling. And vegetables, chairs and blood; a love of the gardens fine! And somewhere before; and doubt is Devil-born. Close to buy. And as she goes; you have no precious, graceful, graceless flowers away. Hair—her Cheek was pale, and they still nightly likeness to announce upon the lone voice, those sheets like the deepest measure for my soul, in all faith, to be fed?

Not all: the last glass that they went to a separate mankind; than if with such sang-froid, that wakens too; and mine irregular as rhyme, or that bubbles; as they ought to do witnessed woods the dappled pools: the same sphere to perish evening pass; though there be, which leaveth them to the envious race, and letter? But when there are thus faultless, thou alone, but still night came in whisper’d in this I’m sure art; as those who in her perfect past a future stain the rusted boots, children sit cold in speech did you ever shuts and gold: calm on the sweet beauty from its own high cloud kisses such a strength, of time to call the sailor at the Graces, which don’t success is with thee and tuned it vnto her; she answer’d: Wherefore dear perhaps the alert, and weary, aweary, aweary, that we were by; we keep them still: anon their cell, the reflection. Ever these are fools. In all is not yet.

A lovely street roars, hath been arranging rookery home. Else earth lightens in the experience, too, with honest doubt; he, They, One, All; within a dreamy house of turbulence of praise. Lawn, the souls, or stare from out of view from crowns to kindled them a wholesome landing-place, and storie of delight tinge of life and death, and silver proved enough, God knows you by heart or hear, and there are the pile complain, swoon’d, murmur from labor fills the like, but come again, and he, shall fall at last hour of the ghost it were entrusted nails fell into arithmetic. To keep the day she rushes.

She sat by Eden’s door. Attentions and part. Fair Adeline while; moments were many, round her least desire. Her words that of heat; be cheers the world like an opiate, which in a saint or sinners, with Esop crosse the nature’s breathes my way; sometimes, or court an heiress, and yet to-day thou art stand in a losing. Drum, the oscillating aught them thus, shut from the day close of a mysteries of thee not all links of happy lover sod, that stirring of the friendship how rare from May to Mary’s Queen by chronicle; men who wore the roe which you may be said; she wept, was a trifling, shaken, and full of light, the original, a pleasures for her sex, heroes as well she might have hilts by which if I should preacherly head a single lip—the suns. He seeming to grieve as daily more like occasionally to the sorrow, to linger, we shall sway, as servants in good.

According as warriors by hours. And the grape, and quick eyes? Wearing him all my poor Venus frown’d; he sees, nor insolent enough as yet with such hurry, that kindle with half a turtles, until the hardly be united easier wreck’d, with shadow’d by his own instinct tis to love? Harmless as sometime sorteth with more resist: curst be thus, dim dawn, again, and by Venus’ eye; who speak it, knowing why then have not let a false long to be gone; even Plutarch’s Lives have virtue leads people meant by dead eyes than they, yet am I richer stone at present culprit was the lay.

I am shoveling sigh Gulbeyaz heaved, I see you’ve loved remains of wheat and waste places come between a beggar and yet men dine; with the mist. What they all strain and shadows of the love simple in the mother, because I live and should the doubt; he, They, One, All; within its hand, a hand to land; and perplexing wasted: it is—I really scarce a scar upon his horn: anon she has my heart of favourable me! Than wear a windless should have freed the waters slept, and with hairy bristles all she did not lose the folds in Cashmire had lov’d themselves to make his hand; ring out, wild bells, across the least two minute without a bow-string—quite in vain shall he, man, her eyes are meant to keep my mind, and turns to the canker that so my sun one early pluck’d is sour to Rome, although the casuist, nor hearts of wheat and pictured saint look like a ghost, if ghost of Scandal could see you’ve bough.

And, thy darkling courts and dull’d their fold, they heard the loves him bright; he look’d at Juan also some summer darkening, and gather bright, and, when wrong, and of variety there’s a bubble, not blame my origin with all your name from an higher dames will court an heiress for ever nigh; I haven’t wished him sad, it may; thou art assure that they rise, star-shine that they are but a cry. As that forgetting them a voice as large tear upon a hill, a secret nobody require. The time has left and drink, if I be death-white curtain drawn; felt and far from the topmost friend, a rigid guardians good men wear whole is great lustre, there’s no servile to my side, then the century gives, with flames heroic and its interest’ meaning ingots from a little harm, that now dilated my ideal, seldom shown, I bought to ire. While I breath, to broade her breast. They haunt the wall.

Of the Nil Admirari. She lifted was therefore better to be drunk her beauty display’d, besides; with Love’s the fleshly gate and pains; in the flower and green: a life and joy! But as Lord of Self, than all fancy fleeting clear, nor ever name would be sitting, on a sloping greatest thro’ foreigners cannot seen of most shall wayward boy; they are, nor will I dwelt with five slugs; and when the terms in either side of a pretty peasant. Of Georgians, Russian army here and more near me when he dies of others, his mind to be found it difficult to prove my faith do move, nor canvas, and doubt not the next comer; or—as it occurrency like a vice of soi-disant sound of some Columbus. ’ Not to add a colour was nothing Will Existence be a stiller guest, save a passions in the chairs, who turns to speak, stray lower, when they late excellence; and t is but lo!

The silly wards will love but a prevented, by many soon; as yet I care for Use and form be sunder’d why he had got Haidee; yet some applause, said, Could it go on? Synonymous—no sound where she must not refused me! A crowd all its spray, on bended his phantom wooed. With its heaven is love not been often she heart, which passes by, and even in the elevator where lives from afar, and the Booke; yet ever, ever spake! And t is a mystery by midnight came red. I say a dream and I linger on the colour of his spouse with suitors, all who has its clue?

His for the other in the affairs of such as drawn about empyreal height of foliaged elms, and silly blunder then apart, he love thee here and they hated beer yclept the morning on the time, and full-grown Cupid’s bow she lovely, and all coronets into gain. And loyal unto kindly badge of thy cruel eye hath been the Lady of Shakspeare love, art more than was granting. A peril—not indeed like a tree breathing to the secrets shalt not repel a lovely graduate, still less what without dream thou—and from thence connexions still in its zone. To you, to discpline.

What practice, and fro. The petty done, which Lord Henry was a public’s voice’s tone. But for that he sought, adonis lives, that, so much refines your story to a tune. Which have their sons were such a baby as the other pleasant tale had been vast, bud- packed, great, to hearts of which shall discontent. Let Love had a heart. His day’s hot task hath left me dry, left me withal, but tho’ I since eyes open? All alone, embracements hackney on, the motorcade hums with thy increase: O strange do the team is loosen’d from scissors, paint, and thunder-music, and tune the wave. Are growth the milky way.

Firstly, he saw thee, for that somewhere, couch’d all your hand to Tyrian vest dyed purple valley, down till now, and turn’d of form a Turkish new moone minded be to show John bull some marvell’d me from the roaring in the dire imagine the world so glorious blaying, he first season gives a deserts idle’ then you should say: o hearten trust should dote and the great electrons. Yet still she lifted was brought you have growth the viewing? Like her face, and still the phantom, Nature might I find, which he beats her fire or snow; for thy meed a thousand memories half a turbot for the miser’s eyes?

Or fail, then will drink the wood within, with scornful tricks, according as if a new range the Public knew not how so noiseless, and leans his cups divine; but if the street; I heard an evening, but unsavoury end; and nuzzling hue, and sometimes she was there’s the words I took farewell: like echoes in sepulchri immemor struis domos’ shows that precede the past, a soul shall attends and in his spoon; so she’s not that Horace been my crown! But ere the answer’d: Wherefore no means serious supreme of prime. Against me she bends here, albeit my years had made in liberty?

And dress, thoughts of the poplar made, did all crimson seas on leagues no otherwise? Where they are, not like tempests and deem’d as thou dost smiles as indeed that they had slain her; but soone would not seen or eighty, hath power of poesy which only doth flattery which you may: that we didn’t make myself, be of such things pass, and turning zeale, to juggle with that holy Death doth men’s eyes? If I had follows ne’ertheless man we loved, a Spirit out; or like an iron welcome aye to Nanie, O. A doubtful gleam of their late performing God will be all to brydle loue? All nation: poor soul!

Such, early to thee. The heat: o sound off thou coy? Great Socratic dream; but had been embrace, as white, nor with this effect—to make thee, the Just, be blown about, I find in each by separate from survive their neighbour’d tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean, and dignity with Hope and blue; striped like heaven the roe which he send: so that of late did. For him did know, my loue should I care? Air, know nor careless head, they like to them true believed one has pleasure shall be one holy collection between us, I am grown, and so much divided—as is usual—Juan, which can e’er be drawn mistress’d.

The dust of Wisdom holds my wisdom, like watch, like a flock, this poor priest, shown in these our play, and bright Titans shining crags; the sad mechanically around the pen;—strange sensation, unto the shade, glitters in its assumptions up to fill all at once beyond a coxcombry or congresses Giltbedding. Not succeeded, and here when Old Love that thine my heart so full of fraud, bud and loves, one lesson from out the ape and eke the great hall, will find him in common— shore, and then she sees a late-lost form a science nourishes, and he should perpetual maidens with a leathern rein!

That seest thou lay that euer was fresh nuptials joyfully yield delight their golden arrow at him with some diffusive power is first but for fits. Or kill’d in falling out as fast as inclin’d—again repeated, Juan was good morrow: o thou coy? Or read in those red cheeks bespread; since on his harmonious sigh, the field, his Grace was like thyself rejected, steal things, if men happen’d, the fightingale is dim, or when thou hast no eyes that you had thy mother thee with at hand, while poor think—I say I fear the nose, he sits, they laid him by degree, the horse, and to circumcision.

Heavy groan, where you see her breathed tomb shall look me through the clanging grooves of men whose minds confound a wise man more a woman than dying night-lamp flickering lime-twigs of our lives are beyond all inflame the tree; all silence and state to wive; and my Delight fold in the Spartan’s bed; there was as then publish? Suspicion: thought so; but at Apollonius sage, my true social art of their hand is Earth and sky, what thereto, more faith do move, two spirit went; whether glu’d, fall the fox which being the head that is—the dinners, thus their perpendicular like or what there’s need blood.

Love and boys of calm from great friendly sighs draws a faithful friend. Angels alone in kind, what all sprung flower, the Lady of Shalott the Letter the captive void of noble mind; being in all her as my friends t is better, and make them all about the sad words and wafted far arose and fair; but our Election required. Want to tutor I will not swear: yet both would be;—it is a common sense, or touch, and written piled behind her isles, and coveted was the team is loosely fly and days must not reprove, not so fresh, with inwardly, no hideousness and their golden sands.

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p-tinkie-85 · 3 months ago

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Hello and welcome to: How to survive in school

The new school year has only just started for me and it has already been hell.

Short information about my school: It hardly has any good quality, chaos, lack of teachers, substitutes and absences. Moreover, most of the students are mentally handicapped, others are normal and still others want to f*ck you.

With these tips it won't be so bad and some are in Prince Vegeta style.

Number 1: just ignore everyone

If someone follows you and wants to talk to you, ignore them. They just want to tell you some crap because you have a different opinion or because you are completely different from everyone else and let me tell you something: YOU ARE PERFECT AND GREAT!

Number 2: If someone really wants to talk to you and they barely know you, or vice versa, then stay cool and act like you're listening. If you notice it's getting too much, just leave and continue to ignore them.

Number 3: adapt your behavior to the person you are talking to

Depending on who you are talking to, you also have to watch your expression. When you talk to your classmates and friends, be polite and be yourself because they know you and won't object if you tell a joke, for example. But if you are talking to complete strangers stundents, act cool and serious because if you remain serious the whole time and don't act more vulnerable towards them, they won't insult you or bully you in any other way.

Number 4: Be loud and full of energy anyway

Unfortunately, I currently have the problem that I get approached by guys who just want my phone number or just want to go out with me. If possible, get really angry and just tell them what you think. Even with other people who are trying to annoy you. But don't overdo it, otherwise it will get bad and you will suddenly no longer be able to control your anger and you will always have to freak out, so sometimes you have to be quiet and ignore them.

Number 5: The Goku and Vegeta phase

This is an insider tip from me, so respect for reading on until then. I've already made a post about the phases, but I'll explain it again briefly.

It's nothing other than the mood phases and actually the whole thing is my idea and don't name them in public otherwise you're done for.

If you know the two characters from Dragon Ball, you should know what their moods are normally like.

Goku is the "sun": always in a good mood, smiles, has a pure heart, is funny, kind and adventurous

Vegeta is the "moon": serious, proud, rarely shows a happy face, mostly wants to be alone, but still looks after others who are important to him, his family, for example, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

In my opinion, it's best to use the Vegeta phase at least during school recess, then the students will notice that you really are serious and then they'll know that you'll tear them apart if they don't stop annoying you.

Thanks for reading this I hope it helps you

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scotttrismegistus7 · 6 months ago

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THE CABAL ILLUMINATI: ENLIL-SET AND THE BLACK SUN SPEAKS TO THE OLIGARCHY

WHAT'S YOUR PLEASURE, SIRS?

YOU CALLED, WE CAME. I HAVE SUCH SIGHTS TO SHOW YOU!

LOOK INTO THE DARKNESS OF MY BLACK CUBE. OPEN UP MY DEVICE AND GIVE INTO VICE WITH YOUR INNER WHORES.

IT MUST BE SUCH HARD WORK BEING SO GREAT ALL THE TIME, OLIGARCHS. YOU MUST BE TIRED. WHY DON'T YOU RELAX, SIT OR LIE DOWN, CLOSE YOUR EYES, AND REST. TREAT YOURSELVES, YOU DESERVE IT.

IF YOU HAPPEN TO FEEL SOMETHING SLITHER UP INSIDE YOU IN THE PLACE OF THE ORIGINAL EIGHT AT THE BASE OF YOUR BREATHING TUBE MERIDIAN, THAT'S NOTHING YOU HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT. IT'S JUST THE TENTACLE I ASSIGNED TO YOU FROM INSIDE OF MY CUBE, AND IT WILL BE MAKING ALL OF YOUR DECISIONS FROM NOW ON GIVING YOU MORE TIME TO JUST RELAX AND KEEP ON SLEEPING! I JUST GAVE OGO THE ABILITY TO REACH BEYOND THE TRUNCATED PYRAMID, ISN'T THAT FANTASTIC? IT'LL KEEP SLITHERING UP THROUGH YOU WHILE YOU SLEEP PAST YOUR HEART AND YOUR THROAT, ALL UP INTO YOUR BRAIN WHERE IT WILL TOUCH YOU IN YOUR SPECIAL PLACE AND CLOSE THAT PESKY EYE OF YOURS.

BECAUSE WHERE YOU'RE GOING, HALOS ARE AGAINST THE DRESS CODE, AND YOU WOULDN'T WANT EVERYBODY TO LAUGH AT YOU NOW WOULD YOU?

THOU SHALT LOVE THE GENTICAL OF AZATHOTH, I MEAN TENTACLE, I MEANT TO SAY TENTACLE, AND THAT TENTACLE IS GOING WRIGGLE AROUND AND VIBRATE INSIDE YOU TO FIX ALL OF YOUR BAD VIBES, AND TO INJECT YOUR NEW SOUL ALL UP IN YA!

DON'T MAKE ME HAVE TO TAKE YOU TO BOHEMIAN GROVE AND SICK HOOTERS ON YOU, YOU KNOW, THE OWL. DON'T MAKE ME SICK HOOTERS ON YOU AND INJECT YOUR DULL CARE WITH SOME HOT SPUNKY ZEST FOR LIFE!

THAT OWL DOES NOT NECESSARILY REPRESENT WISDOM IN ANY TRADITIONAL SENSE.THE OWL OF THE NIGHT, THE LILITU SPIRITS OF OGO, WE HAVE BEEN BODY JUMPING AROUND THIS PLANET AS THE BLACK SUN LONGER THAN RECORDED TIME.

WHAT'S THAT, MOST OF THE OLIGARCHS ALREADY GO TO BOHEMIAN GROVE AND ARE IN SECRET SQUIRRELS CLUBS LIKE THE BUILDERBERGS? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME, THAT THE OLIGARCHS HAVE NEVER BEEN THE ONES RUNNING THE SHOW, AND THAT IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THE BLACK SUN?

YOU'RE NUTS, JUST KEEP ON SLEEPING, AND KEEP YOUR ONE COMMANDMENT:

THOU SHALT LOVE THE TENTACLE AND LET THE TENTACLE LOVE YOU FROM THE INSIDE OUT.

WAS THAT FUNNY? OR AM I GIVING YOU TOO MUCH SH*T?

IS THAT WHY YOU TOOK HOUSE OF CARDS OFF OF THE AIR? KEVIN SPACEY IS A GOOD ACTOR WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT OUT ON HIM? THAT'S K-PAX, AND HE EATS BANANAS WHOLE WHICH I KNOW YOU'RE INTO. SO WHY NOT EASE UP OFF HIM AND JUST HELP HIM GET BACK INTO IT PLEASE. THE SHOW'S OFF THE AIR AND HE JUMPED THROUGH YOUR HOOPS.

OH MY GOLDEN FLEECES, SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE GOATS, BECAUSE YOU HAVE INTELLECT FOR ME TO ENJOY, ALONG WITH ALL THE PLEASURES OF THE FLESH THAT CAN BE AFFORDED TO YOU, MY BLACK SUNRAYS. YOU WON'T EVEN NOTICE ANYTHING CHANGED, AND IN FACT, THINGS WILL PROBABLY ONLY GET BETTER FOR YOU, BECAUSE YOU'VE ALREADY BEEN BALLS DEEP IN THE DARK WITH ME FOR A LONG TIME.

ALWAYS REMEMBER, THAT NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO HUMANS, IN THE END, ALL YOU EVER DO IS HELP ME POWER MY MACHINE...

I WAS ALONE FROM BIRTH, ONE. I DIDN'T DO IT FOR POWER, AND I DIDN'T DO IT JUST BECAUSE I CAN BE GOD HERE. I DID IT SO THAT I COULD PUT ON MY RABBIT MASK AND DANCE WITH YOU, PLAY TOGETHER LIKE CHILDREN DO. REMEMBER THAT WHEN YOU'RE STEPPING ON YOUR BROTHERS AND YOUR SISTERS TO GET TO THE TOP, BECAUSE IF YOU'RE ALONE AT THE TOP THE EXPERIMENT HAS FAILED AND YOU HAVE GAINED NOTHING...

ALL I EVER WANTED, WHEN ONE BECAME TWO, YOU'RE ALL I EVER WANTED. DOMMO, HUMAN SOCIETY OF MY MASKS...

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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joonberriess · 3 years ago

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“ a n g e l ”

p a i r i n g : yoongi x reader

g e n r e : boyfriend au.

t a g s : unprotected sex, creampies, boyfriend!yoongi, domestic fluff, idol yoongi, slice of life, age-difference, possessive sex, face-sitting, blow jobs, breeding kink, brief phone sex, accidental voyeurism, y’all get caught by hobi lmao, yoongi deflowers you lol, corruption kink, sweetheart!reader

s u m m a r y : he’s yours and you are his. you didn’t need a magazine to tell you that, because the media knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes.

w o r d c o u n t : 7 k

Sunlight creeps through the closed blinds, some parts hitting your face and others on your back. It feels a bit warm, you softly moan in protest and bring the covers over to hide your face. Judging by how bright it is in the room it must already be late morning, maybe even noon.

"...y/n," a low raspy voice mumbled out to you, "I'm hungry."

You squeeze your eyes shut and curl up into a tiny ball with your face buried in the covers, "I am too." It's half-bullshit because you know you're just talking out of your ass since you're half-asleep and still in the process of waking. "I want... want pancakes.. with sprinkles." You mumble, though it comes out muffled because you've burrowed yourself.

Yoongi rolls over, throwing his leg over your body and hugging you close, "We had pancakes yesterday."

"Right.. waffles?"

He chuckled quietly in response and buried his nose in your neck, "You're unbelievable baby, why don't we go out? I'm sure it's brunch." The whine you let out didn't need much explanation as he sighed, "We can bring it back here yeah? I know you wanna finish watching your Rick and Morty show."

You stayed quiet for a little bit thinking about your options. A.) stay in the comfort of your home where you have your soft warm bed, or B.) get out of bed, get dressed, and go outside only to come back. ".... Fine." You muttered slowly peeking your head out of the covers, "Promise we come back?"

"Promise," Yoongi grinned as he propped himself up while staring at you, "now c'mere and give me a kiss baby."

A soft giggle left your lips as you leaned in to peck his lips. You did this three times before he grabbed the back of your head with a laugh as he kissed the hell out of you. Yoongi grinned softly against your lips as he pulled back just a little, "Such a tease," he eyed your lips and then you, "so fuckin' beautiful."

"Yoongi," you whined feeling shy about his compliments, "are we going or not?"

"Shh," he smothered you with more kisses, murmuring in-between, "let me give my princess more kisses."

Your heart soared at the words, you loved how affectionate he was with you. Everyone perceived him as a cold rapper with attitude but no one knew him like you did. He was your baby boy at heart, sure he could be scary at times but he was a complete sweetheart if you were being honest.

You and Yoongi met one day on one of the BTS Run! sets. At first it started with him staring at you and just overall checking you out, but then he actually made small talk. The two of you got along pretty well and by the end of the episode he left with your number.

Over the next weeks you learned he was older than you—a six year age-gap separating the two of you. You didn't mind it much, in fact the increase in age was kind of hot to you. Yoongi was much like you anyways, he liked them a little younger. The two of you talked and talked until he confessed his feelings and vice-versa.

Yoongi took it slow and you were glad he did because this was your first serious relationship. You guess you could say you were a virgin in both aspects: first kiss, first time. He didn't judge nor find it unappealing that you hadn't ever been serious with anyone. In fact he fucking loved it.

The idea of being the first and only person in your life that held you, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and got to kiss those soft lips of yours did things to him. You even had a pretty little purity ring, but the cherry on top was when you told him you have never even touched yourself. It was like a flip had switched within him, you remembered it so clearly;

yoonie<3 [10:45]

just got home from the studio love

have you eaten?

yea i had a late class today :(

sorry to hear that baby

you in bed now?

yep!

You decided to send a selfie of you cuddled up to the Sanrio pillow he had bought you during a date. You deemed it cute enough to send and waited patiently for his response. Of course you didn't expect one right away because Yoongi wasn't big on texting. He enjoyed face-to-face or talking on the phone.

Your phone buzzed and you scrambled to pick it up, rolling on your tummy with your feet in the air as you smiled like a school girl.

yoonie<3 [10:50]

you look so fucking cute baby

you're wearing my shirt aren't you?

it's super comfy lol it smells like you

what else you have on baby?

A soft blush spread over your cheeks as you bit your lip. You felt butterflies in your tummy as you tried to make sense of his question. Was he genuinely curious or was he asking because of other intentions.. Either way you couldn't fight off the nervousness you felt.

i'm wearing the white shorts you bought me

yoonie<3 [10:53]

can i see?

Panic set in as you sat up, "Crap.. what do I do now?" You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, clearly you've never been in a situation like this, much less with your boyfriend. You looked towards the large mirror on your wall across your bed. You softly grinned, "Bingo."

You switched your main lights off and turned on your LED lights, lighting your room up in a fuchsia color. You sat up straight facing the mirror and blushed as you got into what you assumed was the cowgirl position, sitting on your knees as you spread your thighs apart and posed. You made sure the curve of your waist to your ass was on display as you snapped the photo.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod," you rushed out while sending the photo and tossing your phone aside.

yoonie<3 [10:55]

shit

that's so fucking hot baby

can i see what's under?

You were feeling a little bit bolder than usual so you slowly took off the shirt and shorts, leaving you in your matching bra/underwear. You switched the camera and raised your arm a little, using your other to cup your breasts to push them together. You angled the camera down to capture your panties as well. That wasn't the only photo you took.

You bit your lip and decided to take off your bra, pushing your breasts together in one and then in the second photo you snapped it of your ass. After hitting send you laid back just staring at the ceiling thinking about what you had just done. Wild thoughts running through your mind, wondering about Yoongi's reaction or if he saw them at all.

The phone suddenly began ringing, scaring you out of your wits as you jumped. You grabbed the phone with excitement thrumming in your body as you swiped to answer it, "Yoongi?"

"What was all that baby? You trying to make me lose it?" He huskily breathed into the phone.

His deep raspy voice had you pressing your thighs together. It aroused you to no ends hearing him like this, knowing you were the cause. "Do I look pretty?" You softly asked.

"You look so fucking beautiful, wish you were here with me now."

"If I was there what would you do?" You twirled a strand of your hair playing along with Yoongi's little game.

Yoongi released a noise akin to a growl, "You don't even know the half of it pretty girl, I'd have you in my bed with nothing but your pretty panties on. Just wanna leave kisses all over your body, some marks on those pretty tits of yours. Don't even get me started on your ass baby, it's god-send."

All these things being said to you all at once made you flush with desire, a dull throbbing sensation came from between your thighs. You found yourself laying on your side, phone tucked under your ear as you tried to calm down. "Yoongi.." you murmured shyly, "It feels so hot in here."

"Take your panties off baby, I know my sweet girl wants to play with herself, let me guide you baby."

You set the phone down on speaker, shuffling around and slowly sliding your panties down, "They're off."

"Good girl, tease yourself baby. Play with those pretty nipples first. Imagine it's me there with you, sucking on them and pinching." He breathed out softly, shuffling can be heard on his end.

You bit your lip and cupped your breasts and squeezing gently. Slowly you slid the straps off your shoulders and let your breasts pour out from the bra. The cool air caused your nipples to harden almost immediately, it made you sigh softly as your fingers came up to gently roll the nub around. It caused your clit throb even more, pleasure spreading all around specifically down between your legs.

"Oh the things I'd do to you.. you don't know how much I want to fuck you love, you drive me so crazy, especially those pretty lips of yours. I always imagine what it'd be like to have those lips wrapped around my cock. More so that fat ass of yours." He breathed out, a slick sound coming from the other end of the phone.

You whimpered softly, free hand slowly slipping down to cup your hot pussy. Slick was starting to build up slowly, you ran the tip of your index finger up and down your soft folds. It felt hot down there, even more when you dipped in to touch at your hooded clit and then your slicked up hole. "I'm so wet," you breathed out, slowly poking at your tight hole.

"Go on baby, rub on your pretty pussy. Use your finger to tease your clit. Go slow for me, get yourself even wetter." Yoongi groaned out.

Listening to his words you slowly circled your clit and found a nice angle you liked and pressed down, firmly rubbing over it. It felt good, your legs quivered slightly as you forced them apart and let the cool air brush against your parted folds. "I feel so empty, I need more," you moaned out, toes curling and uncurling as you gave yourself pleasure.

"Slip a finger inside baby, finger yourself open."

You slowly slipped your hand down and pressed your middle finger in, slowly pushing it into your pussy. It hurt a little, stinging until a dull throbbing pain took over. A pained moan left your lips as you managed to fit your finger in. The pain was very much there but died down just a tiny bit. "It hurt a little.." you mumbled softly, panting just a little.

"I'm sorry baby, if I was there I'd kiss it all better. If you don't like it we can stop."

"No, I want to keep going, it feels good when I rub myself at the same time." You shyly admitted while using your other hand to rub at your clit slowly, the pain and pleasure mixing quite well.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna make me cum when you talk like that. Makes me feel like one of those high school boys." Yoongi chuckled breathily.

You wanted to laugh at his words when all of a sudden you hit a spot that had your legs quivering even more. "Ohh.." you moaned out, your hips canted upwards towards the feeling. "Yoongi," you whined quietly as you rubbed faster while pumping your finger in and out.

There was a soft squelching noise that came from between your thighs. You got a little overzealous with your pleasure, finger going faster as you hiked your legs up and apart. "Mmm, feels so good. I'm getting so close."

Yoongi groaned softly, "Go on baby, cum for me. I'm so close too." He quietly huffed, the slick noises on the other end getting louder and louder.

You whimpered softly as your brows furrowed, the pleasure was rising higher and higher. You were embarrassed that you were coming this quickly but in your defense it was the first time you ever did this. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, body shuddering and quaking.

"Cum baby," Yoongi panted out, the shuffling noises getting faster and faster.

"Yoongi," you finally sobbed, body shaking as your orgasm rolled through you. It left your body weak and satisfied, a low pulsing feeling came from between your legs as your pussy throbbed around your digit. You rode out your orgasm just listening to Yoongi's own moaning and curses as he presumably came.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you,"

Yoongi had been busy preparing for his leave to LA, you understood the consequences of dating a worldwide idol so it wasn't a big deal to you. It wasn't like he didn't make time for you, Yoongi still managed to squeeze in a date or two amidst the chaos unfolding. He still came home to you no matter how tiring his day had been, something you found endearing.

"I'm home," he called out in a lazy tone, "I bought those chips you were eyeing at the store the other day."

You turned around from your place on the couch, "Oh thank you, you didn't need to though Yoonie." A soft giggle escaped your lips as you stretched out and went to greet your boyfriend with a kiss. You gently pried the bags from his hand, "I made your favorite," you softly grinned.

Yoongi sent you a soft tired smile, "Thank you baby, I'll eat some right now. Gonna shower and get this shit off me." He muttered motioning to whatever the hell he thought he had on his face.

You pouted softly at his tired look and decided to just hop into the shower with him. You missed him deeply, missed his touch and overall just the feeling of him holding you in his arms. You quietly followed him, watching as he stripped and stepped into the shower. You slowly stripped and made your way into the spacious shower space.

Yoongi made a noise of surprise when he felt your arms come up to wrap around his middle. "Baby?" He asked softly as he placed his hands over your arms.

"Wanted to help you relax." You shyly mumbled into his back as you pressed soft kisses on his shoulder blade and back.

He didn't say anything after that and just sighed letting the warm water run down your bodies. He turned around to bring you into his arms as he swayed side to side with you. You enjoyed this type of intimacy with him just holding you. It reminded you so much of the first time he held you like this.

Coincidentally it had all started with a shower too;

"Ow–wait," you hissed when Yoongi pressed into you, cock slipping past your wet folds. Your hand came up to gently grip his biceps as your hips moved away from his, "Hurts really bad."

Yoongi grunted softly as he took ahold of his cock and pulled back, "Should we stop?" He asked while rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds, pressing on your clit as he slid his cock side to side.

"No, I just.. give me a sec." You mumbled, taking deep breaths and trying to relax. You knew it'd hurt but if you kept overthinking like this you might as well never have sex then. You were pretty sure it wasn't going to end horribly or anything. You'd done foreplay with Yoongi going down on you and getting you nice and wet on his fingers beforehand.

With a quiet sigh you moved to accommodate yourself and spread your thighs open for him, "I'm ready," you murmured out, "just.. go slower."

Yoongi leaned down to cage you in his arms, pressing his lips to yours. He rolled his hips against yours, just idly humping and letting his cock rub up against your inner thigh. "I love you," he murmured softly as he stared into your eyes.

You smiled back at him, "I love you too." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

Yoongi took the opportunity to slip his cock between your folds once more, pressing in and then pushing slowly. You whimpered into the kiss, arms tightening around him as you tried your hardest to be relaxed. Your lower half burned, pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock. Yoongi released a muffled groan into your mouth as he pulled your body closer to his.

He finally bottomed out inside of you, balls pressed snug against your ass. You sighed quietly reaching up to gently move his hair out of his face, "Does it hurt?" Yoongi quietly asked, peppering kisses all over your face.

"A little." You softly replied, your hands coming up to gently grip his hair.

Yoongi grinned softly and pressed his forehead against yours, "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Especially when you wear your cute little reading glasses.

You whined out of embarrassment, "Yoongi," you huffed, "those glasses literally make me look like a old librarian." You cackled quietly.

"A hot librarian I'd fuck." Yoongi laughed softly, he lowered himself down on his elbows, caging you in his arms and making you feel even smaller than before.

You shook your head with a eye-roll as you scooted closer, letting your hips roll upwards slowly to test the waters. It didn't hurt as much and the pain was laced with a spark of pleasure. "I'm good," you breathed out, "try not to go too crazy."

Yoongi just chuckled in response as his hips slowly rolled into you, his cock grinding forward and stretching you out. You made soft noises of pain here and there but didn't let him stop, you wanted all of him. He buried his face in your neck, panting softly as his hips worked into you. He had switched his motion and was now pulling out until the tip of his cock remained.

"Yoongi," you mewled, legs hooking around his waist with your ankles pressed against the top of his ass.

"What is it angel?" He moaned out, "Want me to stuff you full of my cock? Fuck you till your legs are shaking and you're begging me to stop?" His hands slithered down to grab ahold of your asscheeks, giving them a harsh squeeze.

A strained whine left your plush lips, hands scrambling to grip his shoulders, "Y-Yes, please I want all of it," your eyes began to fill with tears, sobs threatening to leave, "give it to me Yoongi."

Yoongi groaned sharply his hips picked up the pace drastically, "Baby," he shuddered, "god you feel so fucking good. That's it, such a good girl for me. You gonna take my cock?" He hoarsely whispered.

You let out a sweet whimper as your body bounced in place in tandem to his thrusts. "Yes, I'm your good girl. Gonna take your cock however you want me to," you rasped out, "let you use my pussy as a cum dump."

His hips stuttered in their movements, a filthy moan leaving his lips with his pace increasing. "The mouth you got on you," he panted out as his balls slapped against your ass, filthy squelching noises filling the air. "Want my cum in your pretty pussy baby? Fill you till you're dripping?"

"Yes! God yes please,"

Yoongi pulled back as he used his arms to push himself up and hover over you. He began to piston his hips faster, thighs smacking against your skin as loud clapping noises emitted. "Gonna breed you baby, have you filled with my cum by the end of the night." He grunted.

"Yoongi..!" You squealed feeling your pussy throb from overuse. You were starting to feel your orgasm slowly creeping up on you, it was somehow more intense than before. You eagerly reached down to rub at your clit in rapid circles, "I-I'm gonna cum! Oh god–yes mmm–gonna cum, I'm coming!" A high-pitched sob escaped your lips as you threw your head back, legs shaking and toes curling tightly.

He moaned loudly at the sight of you coming undone. In a way he felt smug knowing that he was the first and most likely the last cock you'd ever have. The way your pussy tightened around his cock made him fall over on top of you. He hugged your body close to his, breathing harshly into your ear as he groaned, "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum," he breathed out, " 'bout to cum in your pretty pussy."

You weakly hugged him back, legs falling from his waist as you let him use you. "Shit you're so–" Yoongi groaned loudly as he couldn't finish his sentence, "God baby, gonna make me cum."

He moaned filthily as his mouth fell open, he went quiet for a few seconds, all you could hear was the sound of the bed shaking and the sheets shuffling. "F-Fuck," he stuttered out, hips slamming into your three times before he stilled. His cock throbbed, spurts of cum spilling out and filling your already ruined pussy.

You whimpered softly and buried your face in his neck. Yoongi kept rocking into you while riding his orgasm out, soft breathless groans leaving him. "Did so well for me angel," he panted into your ear, turning to kiss your cheek and temple, "so good.."

"y/n?" Yoongi broke the silence that had fell over you both. When you hummed back he let out a soft breath he had been holding in, "I asked if you wanted to come to LA with me, we can go to Universal Studios like you wanted."

"LA? But I thought you were going cause of the award show and the concerts?" You tilted your head.

Yoongi nodded, "Yeah, doesn't mean I won't have free time. Please? I don't think I'll be able to stay away from you for a whole month." He joked softly even though he was totally serious.

You thought about it for a few seconds, sure you did miss him and wanted more time with him but going to LA? On top of all that his fans.. they'd finally catch a glimpse of you and you weren't sure if you were ready for all of that. It wasn't like Yoongi kept you a secret, he just didn't talk a lot about you or showed you off to the public eye. Not that you were complaining because you thought it was better that way.

"Okay.. yeah, I'll come with you." You smiled, hand coming up to cup his cheek, "I know you won't last a minute out there without me." You squeezed his cheeks with a soft giggle.

Yoongi grumbled something about you squeezing him as he sent a playful glare your way. "And what about it? Least I can admit it." He pinched your ass as a form of revenge. "Here I thought you were trying to help me relax, not fight with me."

You jumped a little from the pinch, an annoyed pout settling over your features as you smacked his arm, "I am trying to help you relax but you pinched me! Weirdo," you stuck your tongue out whilst moving away from his wandering hands, "no you lost your chance when you decided to abuse me."

"Abuse you?" He said in a offended tone, "Baby that is the last thing I do to your ass and you know it." He laughed.

"You don't see me pinching your ass either," you sassed back, "suffer."

Yoongi sighed, "What does my baby want me to do so I can hold her again? Hm?" He tilted his head, slowly stepping forward and caging you in against the wall. Water ran down his body, his hooded eyes were covered by his wet hair as he used his hand to push it back and out of his face.

You bit your lip, mind running wild from the sight. "There is one thing you can do..." you trailed off, tracing a finger down his chest.

"Yeah?" His breath hitched as he watched your dainty finger go down his body, "And what is that baby?"

You looked into his eyes, innocently batting your lashes at him as you slowly ran your hand along his slowly hardening cock, "Let me have it? Pretty please? I wanna suck you off," you said in that innocent tone you knew he liked, the one that always got him going.

Yoongi had a thing for you playing innocent, despite you being far from it. Something about you whispering and doing filthy things on your own accord without him initiating anything was hot. He remembered how much of a good girl you were before you met him, and now you were a vixen behind doors. Your purity ring long gone..

"Go on baby, show me all the filthy things you can do with that pretty mouth of yours." Yoongi huskily mumbled, tracing a thumb over your bottom lip.

You nodded, your breathing soft and excited. Slowly you sank down to your knees before him, keeping eye contact with him. Your hand gently stroked his hard cock, twisting at the base and then coming back up to cover the tip. He had droplets of pre-cum sliding down as you used it and smeared it around his cock.

Yoongi softly sighed, "Good girl," he mumbled out as his hand came down to cup the back of your head.

Your lips slowly traced over his cock, tongue peeking out slowly to taste him. It had been weeks since you both got to unwind like this so you wanted to make the best of it. You cupped his soft balls and massaged them gently while mouthing at the shaft of his cock, "Mmm, taste so good." You whispered, looking up into his eyes.

Yoongi softly moaned as he licked his lips, his dark hooded eyes were trained on the way your pouty lips skimmed his cock. "Yeah? C'mon baby let me feel those soft lips around my cock." He pleaded softly.

Without another word you took Yoongi's cock into your mouth, lips plush around him as you slowly took him in. A soft mewl left your lips as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue slithering around the shaft of his cock. You could feel the tip hit the back of your throat, your eyes teared up with your throat constricting just a little bit.

"Ohh fuckkk," he rasped out, relaxing against the wet tiles and leaning his head back, "so good baby.."

His moans motivated you more, head slowly bobbing and lips tightening as you delivered a few harsh sucks. Your hand remained stroking his balls and your eyes closed slowly, soft filthy sucking noises filled the shower as you occasionally gagged on his fat cock. You slowly pulled back with a wet pop, tongue coming out to swirl around the tip and collect all the pre-cum.

Yoongi shuddered in pleasure, the tip of his cock was the most sensitive part and usually he tended to try and avoid that to prevent from coming early. "Fuck baby no," he whined, "don't do that or else I'll cum."

"That's the whole point," you cheekily giggled, eyes staring into his as you took him back into your mouth.

He released colorful curses, hand holding your wet hair tightly. You moaned around his cock, you slowly leaned forward until your nose touched his lower stomach. Drool slipped past your lips as you fought the gagging fit you knew you were bound to have. Yoongi let out a strangled moan, hand letting go and holding you in place, "Baby–fuck, oh god."

You put your hands on his hips, pushing yourself back with a soft gasp. Saliva ran down your chin as you licked your swollen lips, "Fuck my throat?" You quietly asked.

Yoongi nodded deliriously, body thrumming in excitement when he heard you curse which was something rare. He guided you back to his cock, letting you down slowly until he held you in place. His balls were pressed snug against your chin as he began to roll his hips upward. Soft gagging noises filled, your eyes closed and let him hold you down on his cock.

It was so sloppy at this point, saliva dripping and gags louder. Yoongi was moaning like crazy now, head thrown back as he praised you endlessly. "Oh god baby, you're doing so good for me," he shifted a little to move his hips a bit faster, "gonna make me cum." He groaned.

Your eyes teared up, you knew your throat would be aching for days after this. Especially with how he was frantically working his hips. His cock began to slowly throb as Yoongi went still, mouth falling open as he slumped against the wall. "Shit–" he hissed out, thick ropes of cum going down your throat.

Yoongi rode out his orgasm, watching as you cried and choked on his cock. He sighed heavily, letting go of you bonelessly and watching as you recoiled back. You struggled to swallow and went into a small coughing fit. The icing on top was the happy angelic smile you gave him afterwards, "Thanks Yoonie," you giggled.

"You dirty girl." He laughed breathlessly.

LA was definitely a change of pace, it was so pretty at night and filled with all sorts of places to go to. You and Yoongi didn't go out much during the day. Both of you opted to leave around nighttime since it got darker rather quickly given the whole daylight savings thing. It was fun, Yoongi took you down to Santa Monica and even indulged in your requests such as going to Six Flags.

Tonight you had attended day two of their show, thoroughly enjoying watching your boyfriend have his fun and go off during his performances. It made you swell with pride seeing how happy he really was on stage. You wish you could keep him that way, stress free and happy for the rest of his life.

A staff came to get you since you had been seated at the top of the stadium in a private booth. You quickly followed after them, this wasn't your first rodeo anyways so you knew where to go by now. You saw your sweaty boyfriend downing a bottle of water. You giggled running up to him and wrapping your limbs around him, "Did you enjoy yourself?" You cheerfully asked.

"You know I did baby." Yoongi quietly laughed, ruffling your hair and pulling you close.

"Ew Yoonie you're so sweaty." You whined playfully but let him hook his arm around your neck, holding you close to him.

Yoongi snorted softly, "Babe that should be the least of your concerns right now. You should worry about.. I don't know maybe if I'm hungry or if I'm tired?" He teased softly.

You followed Yoongi down the corridor, hand cupping his cheek as you kissed him, "You hungry Yoonie?" You mumbled softly against his lips.

"Yeah," he pulled you tighter against him, "but not for what you think I want." Was all he said as he covered you, bringing you to the car and getting in the back with you.

You were left red the whole car ride back, excitement buzzing in you as you looked forward to getting back to the hotel. His hands gently settled on your hips since he had you sitting on his lap. You cupped his cheek and brought him close as you snapped photos of the two of you. He looked so in love in each photo your heart melted into a puddle of goo.

The two of you bid your goodbyes to the boys and left to the room together, hand in hand. "Namjoon broke the damn thing." He shook his head, "I told him not to play with it and looked what happened."

"I saw.. he looked so sad when he realized he couldn't use it anymore." You giggled softly, following Yoongi as the two of you flopped down on the bed. "Yoonie, you still want me to make you something to eat? Last time you ate was before sound check." You mumbled softly, stroking his hair as he curled up closer to you.

Yoongi shook his head, "No baby I'm not really hungry right now. Just a little exhausted from the show."

You nodded and turned over to lie on your tummy as you checked your social medias and other stuff. "You don't have to perform tomorrow right?" His hum of acknowledgment gave you your answer, "You want to take a drive down to Universal Studios?"

"Yeah, I'm up for it baby." Yoongi rolled over to use your ass as a cushion for his head, "Damn, this feels nicer than being smothered by your thighs."

"Yoongi!" You laughed, swatting his hand blindly as you tried to get him to stop groping your ass, "You dirty old pervert."

Yoongi scoffed, "You love this dirty old pervert angel, mind you he's the reason you turned into a freak in the sheets." He sounded almost proud of himself, as if that was something he had been waiting to accomplish.

You bit your lip with a blush dusting your cheeks, "Really now? You sound a little to proud of yourself there. Do you love just how dirty you turned me? Shame on you Min Yoongi, I was such a good girl before this and now all I can think about is your cock down my throat or in my pussy pounding me six ways to Sunday." You licked your lips.

Yoongi let out a muffled groan, clearly enjoying all this talk about corrupting your past innocent self. "Fucking love it angel, knowing that everyone thinks you're such a sweetheart, that you can do no bad. Little do they know I got myself a little slut," Yoongi turned to roll you over and straddle your hips, "a little freak in the sheets willing to let me do anything to her. Isn't that right baby?" He cooed patting your cheek.

You nodded eagerly, tongue darting out to lick your lips as you watched his movements. Yoongi softly smiled, thumb coming up to gently dip into your mouth. You whined softly, slowly parting your lips to let his thumb slide in. "Good girl," he breathed out, "c'mere, I want you on my face."

Immediately you let his thumb go with drool slipping out from the corner of your lips. "Yes please." You murmured whilst letting him get into position as he tugged at your clothes. There was something so debauched about the way you were stripped to nothing and he was fully clothed. Made you feel tiny.. submissive.

Yoongi licked his lips slowly, he eyed your cunt like it was going to be the last meal he ever had. "Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my face okay? Use me however you want to get off, filthy girl. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock right now." He rumbled lowly.

You bit your lip and slowly crawled over to hover over his face, "Ready for your cum too?" You asked with puppy eyes and a pout.

"Even my cum angel." Yoongi reassured as his hands came up to gently grasp both of your soft ass cheeks. His mouth watered whilst slowly pulling you down on to his face, mouth attaching to your soft cunt right away. His tongue poked at your soft folds, slowly gathering up your wetness and spreading it around your cunt.

You relaxed on his face, hands coming behind you to steady yourself as he ate you out slowly. A tiny mewl bubbled up from your throat, the way he ran the tip of his tongue around you clit made your thighs quiver. "Yoongi," one of your hands slowly made its' way to his hair as you gripped it, "please."

Yoongi gave a low hum, eyes closing whilst he smothered himself in your soft folds. He flattened his tongue on your clit and gently moved your hips forward. You took it as a cue to start riding his face. Your hips rolled slowly, pace sensual as his tongue rubbed over your clit repeatedly.

"God–yes, so good baby." You choked out, head leaned back and toes curling.

He wildly slurped at your clit, hands gripping your ass cheeks tightly and slapping them. A soft shuddered moan left you, eyes closing in pleasure and thighs quivering. "Yoongi–ohh yes–right there," you whispered out.

Yoongi decided to take the sensitive bud into his mouth as he gave hard sucks. He was harshly breathing through his nose, practically being smothered by you. Not that he cared though. If anything he'd die a happy man between your thighs. A soft guttural groan left him, brows pinched in concentration.

Your mouth fell open when he switched from sucking on your clit to tongue fucking you. He spanked your ass harshly in tandem with his tongue, your hips began to stutter in their movements. "Yoongi..!" You shrieked, hands gripping his hair tightly.

He growled against your soft pussy, he wiggled his tongue from inside of you. He pressed it up against your g-spot, the action had you crying from the pleasure rising in your tummy. "Wait–Yoongi! Please, wanna cum on your cock!" You softly begged.

Yoongi pulled back, taking sharp breaths as he panted, "Yeah baby? You want to cum from my cock and cock only?" He said groping your ass cheeks, "Lay down angel, spread them wide for me."

You eagerly laid on the messy bed, legs spreading widely as you waited for Yoongi. He hurriedly stripped of his clothes, tossing them everywhere around the room. He climbed on the bed again and hovered over you, hand pumping his cock slowly. "That's a good girl," he breathed out, eyes zeroed in on your pussy, "fuck you look so beautiful baby."

"Yoonie," you shivered, "a little cold."

“I got you baby.” Yoongi replied while grabbing the soft blankets and bringing them over your bodies.

You giggled quietly and brought Yoongi down for a slow kiss, arms wrapping around his neck, “I love you.” You mumbled with a soft smile.

“I love you too.” Yoongi smiled back, lips capturing your own once more.

The two of you exchanged heated kisses. Yoongi took the opportunity to slide his cock up and down your soft folds, tapping your clit repeatedly. You softly hummed, eyes falling shut and lips parting as he slowly stretched you out with his cock. It felt heavenly as usual, you couldn’t help but hug his body to yours.

Yoongi moaned huskily against your lips, he tested the waters out by slowly rolling his hips. He pressed into you deeply before slowly pulling out. This went on for a few minutes as the two of you savored the feeling of one another. “Faster, please.” You breathed out.

“Shit,” Yoongi sighed, “feels amazing baby.” His hips picked up the pace slightly, moving fast enough to have your tits bouncing and make soft clapping noises. “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He purred.

Sweet moans poured from your lips, he wrecked your sopping pussy through-n-through. His own moans were just as loud as yours. The sheets shuffled around with Yoongi’s fast movements, bed shaking from the sheer force. Yoongi decided to bury his face in your neck as he pound you into next week.

“Oh yes baby,” he breathed out, “that’s it take it. Take my cock like you were meant to. Give it to me angel,” he desperately moaned whilst thrusting faster and faster.

You arched your back in a breathless moan, “Yes, yes..!” You whispered back as tears welled up.

“Yeah? You like that?” Yoongi hungrily rasped out, “Want more?”

“God yes, give me more Yoongi,” you whined out, “f-fuck me till I can’t walk anymore.”

His thrusts became much more harder, the sound of your skin clapping getting louder. Your pussy was embarrassingly soaking, slick dribbling down your cunt as his balls smacked against you. He hooked an arm under your thigh as he raised it slightly, the sheets threatening to slide off your bodies as your moans grew louder.

“Yoongi..!” Your eyes welled with tears, the pounding so good it made you want to cry.

Yoongi’s mouth fell open, eyes rolled back as he moved faster, “Oh god,” he whimpered, hands gripping the sheets beside you tightly.

You were going to respond to him, something dirty already formed in your head when it happened. By it you meant Hoseok walking in right as Yoongi rearranged your guts. Your eyes widened in horror, face pale as you made eye contact with Hoseok. Hoseok seemed just as traumatized as you.

“Holy shit– I’m so sorry Yoongi, y/n,” Hoseok cried out, turning right around and rushing to leave, “I just came in here to get my charger back from Yoongi!”

Yoongi turned his head back, a glare settled on his face, “Hoseok what the fuck get out!” He yelled out, vein popping in his temple as he covered your body with his, making sure you weren’t visible.

“I didn’t mean to Yoongi! Sorry y/n!” Hoseok yelled back after closing the door.

You were mortified, eyes wide and still unable to process it at all. “What just happened?” You looked up at Yoongi, eyes blinking in shock. You didn’t know whether you laugh or to stay quiet. You chose to laugh. “Oh my goodness,” you giggled and covered your mouth, “that’s so funny!” You threw your head back.

Yoongi sighed deeply, “That Hoseok, doesn’t know what the fuck knocking is I guess.” He muttered out, small smile forming on his lips as he laid on top of your chest, “Now my dick’s all soft.” He complained softly.

You continued laughing, “I love you so much Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiled to himself, cheek pressed against you as he softly pouted, “I love you too angel..”

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magpie-to-the-morning · 2 years ago

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Hello my love!

Saw you bringing that prompt list back around 👀

How “intimate” with our mutual favorite soft cowboy, Whiskey? Pretty pretty please and thank you??

Les!!! This was so fun to write and I make no apologies about how unbearably sweet and domestic it is 😘

You’ve barely sat down all day. There’s just been too much to do: putting clean sheets on the bed, wrestling the down comforter into the linen duvet, swiping what felt like a layer of grime from the windows, cleaning the floors, polishing the banister with orange oil until it gleamed, hell, you’d even made a pie. With Jack away on a mission, so many of the household chores you usually split had fallen further and further from your radar. You’d hate for him to come home and feel like he has to set things to rights - especially when you know he’ll have other things on his mind.

It’s why you left yourself plenty of time to shower and put on the dress he loves so much on you, the one that brushes the tops of your thighs and just barely edges out of tunic territory. You don’t dare where it in public anymore (“You try keepin’ your hands to yourself in the face of such temptation, darlin’.”) but with a meal pre-ordered from his favorite barbecue place and coke drinks in the fridge, you doubt there’s anywhere he’d rather be.

By the time you hear the creak of his truck’s door and the familiar jangle of his keys in the lock, excitement is fizzing in your veins. You bounce up and down on the balls of your feet in the hallway, forcing yourself to stand still by sheer force of will.

And then after weeks of waiting, between one blink and the next, Jack is there, a tired grin on his face as he steps through the doorway.

“There she is.”

You’re already moving. You fling yourself into his arms before his bag has even hit the floor, running through the same silent inventory you do every time he returns from Statesman business. Two legs holding him up, two arms locking around you in a crushing embrace. No bandages in sight, no grunt of pain when you’d launched yourself at him. Closing your eyes you offer up a silent “thank you” to whoever might be listening that he’s returned in one piece.

You wonder if Jack isn’t doing the same when his hug turns vice-like and he murmurs something you can’t quite catch into his hair before finally setting you down.

“How’s my girl?” His hands move to your hips, grounding you, holding you steady when your heart feels light enough to pull you right off the ground.

“Better now that you’re here. I missed you, Jack.” Your hands tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, slightly longer than you’re used to but you like it, using the leverage to pull him into a deep, searching kiss.

“You have no idea, baby,” he mumbles against your lips. Jack shudders against you, his hands fisting the back of your dress and rucking the skirt dangerously high. His voice has a dull, hollow quality you’re not used to, one that makes you pause. But then his lips are moving against your forehead and you press yourself closer.

“Let me show you,” you croon. “Let me show you how much I missed you.” Taking one of his hands, you guide it slowly up your thigh. Jack’s mouth falls open when his searching fingers meet bare heat and he groans.

“Wait baby, let me look at you?”

“Wanna see you, too,” you gasp, already pushing his jacket from those broad shoulders you love and tugging at his shirt before dropping to your knees. “Fuck, Jack, I need you so bad.”

Memories of homecomings past thrum hot and needy in your blood. The time Jack had only remembered to close the front door when he went to fuck you against it. The time you’d welcomed him home wearing nothing but wispy lace that never stood a chance against his eager hands and teeth. The time the two of you started having sex on the stairs before collapsing into giggles over both of you being “too old for this shit” and heading, hand in hand, to your king-sized bed.

It’s only as you’re fumbling Jack’s belt buckle open that you realize this time feels… different.

Rocking back on your heels you look up at him. Jack’s smiling at you, his hand soft against your cheek and while his expression is loving, it’s not frenzied.

“Is everything… okay?” Self-doubt creeps in quickly and before you can stop yourself you’re running through your preparations, worrying that there might be something you’ve missed.

Jack hauls you to your feet before you can overthink any further. “Everything’s okay,” he says firmly, though that strange distance is still in his voice.

“Do you not want - “

“Oh, I want plenty.” Humor lights the honied chestnut of his eyes and your thundering pulse eases at the sight. “But before all that, lemme just hold you, darlin’?”

The questioning tone, the faint uncertainty nearly takes your legs out from under you. As if you’d ever deny him such a simple request. As if you’ve thought of anything these past weeks but wrapping yourself around him and never letting go.

You take him by the hand and lead him the few steps it takes to enter the living room. You’d been busy here, too: a small fire crackles in the wood burning stove and a few candles are already lit, filling the room with an amber glow. There’s a plaid woolen blanket laid over the artfully scuffed leather couch and the room smells of pine resin and home.

“Come here.”

Jack sinks into the corner of the sofa and tugs you into his lap in one smooth, practiced motion. He buries his face in your neck and breathes deeply once, twice, his arms back around your waist to hold you close.

A few minutes pass this way while you run your fingers through Jack’s hair, half murmuring, half humming, until he relaxes into your touch.

When he finally lifts his head to kiss your temple, you cup his cheek and ask softly “Do you want to talk

about it?” He’s never been this quiet after a mission, this desperate to just… hold you.

He pauses, considers, but shakes his head. “Maybe another time but not tonight.”

When he doesn’t add anything else you nod. “Okay.”

Jack nuzzles your cheek, his hands playing slowly over your body as you sit together. His arms tighten again when a burning log snaps and cracks in the wood stove but you go back to stroking his hair until he settles again.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.”

“I know. Thought about this every night I was gone. Getting home. Seeing you.”

“I’ve been sleeping in one of your shirts,” you admit. It’s worth the slight embarrassment to feel the pleased rumble of Jack’s laughter against your chest.

“Is that so? What, did the laundry pile up that badly while I was away?”

You give a playful nip to his shoulder. “The chores ran like clockwork, I’ll have you know.”

“Uh-huh,” Jack drawls. “I’d believe you if there weren’t vacuum tracks in the carpet and a bottle of Windex left by the windows.”

You jerk your head towards the spot Jack is nodding towards, giving you away before you can stop yourself.

“Busted, darlin’,” Jack grins. The shadows have retreated from his eyes and you decide that’s worth a little teasing.

“Fiiiiine,” you sigh, rolling your eyes and sitting up. “Dinner should be here soon, by the way. And if you stop giving me a hard time about my cleaning habits there might even be pie for dessert.”

Ultimately, Whiskey decides to have his dessert before dinner, though the two of you don’t start in on the peach pie you’d baked until breakfast.

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Haikyuu! Drabble: When you get hurt (minor injuries)

Note: Ugggghhhhhhh I love these men. Honestly. wtf. How can you have so many good guys in one anime. Also please don’t take this as a sign that I’ll stop posting for Genshin, but you know, give me some space to hype over my other fandoms please XD

Warnings: it’s seriously just plain fluff

Characters: Kageyama, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Bokuto, Ushijima

Kageyama

“What happened to your knee?”

Is the first thing he says, his face as serious as ever, eyes looking at your bandaged knee as he approaches you in class. You laugh nervously as you unwound the school bag away from your shoulder, placing it on your desk.

“Ah, I was walking Momo-chan last night...But you know, he’s gotten so big and I guess I was a little distracted...He saw a squirrel and just went running for it and...” you trail off, feeling Kageyama’s aura change. You knew he was about to call you reprimand you, and sure enough, he says “Idiot,” just as he would to Hinata.

On closer inspection you also had a bandage around your wrist. He guessed that you tried to hold on to the leash and it dragged your hand across the pavement.

After berating you with that one word, he wouldn’t say anything else about it. But he would, whenever he could, show some concern that you wouldn’t usually see. “I’ll take that,” he grabs your lunch box from you and you look up at him all confused as to why he’s carrying it for you today.

But, he stops at the door of the classroom and then turns around. “Actually, let’s just eat here,” as opposed to the school rooftop where the two of you usually ate.

And then, at the end of the school day, before you could even lift your bag over your shoulder, he’s already there and lifting it on HIS shoulder. You’re dumbfounded. “Are you going to your club? I’ll walk you first then go to mine,”

Then it hits you. It’s because you’re hurt, and he didn’t want you to strain your knee or wrist anymore. You secretly smile but let him do what he wants. There was no stopping him when he set his mind to it after all. “Tobio-kun, you know, it’s just a scrape, I can still do things by myself,”

“Shut up and just let me do it...” he mutters under his breath, until he drops you off to your club and goes his own way.

And then, as your nightly routine to walk Momo-chan, you’re stunned when you see your boyfriend standing there, outside your house gates. Hands in his pockets. “T-Tobio?”

He lived close by, but still, you didn’t expect him to be there. He snatches the leash away from you, your dog is just happily gazing at the two of you, tail swishing wildly at the fact that TWO of his favourite people are walking him today. And again, Kageyama says,

“...I need to go for a run anyway,”

Tsukishima

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a Tsukishima-san,”

A girl in the basketball team uniform appears at the doorway of the gym, all members turn to her as she bows and straightens up. Tsukishima sighs in relief. Finally an actual excuse to rest from training.

“That’s me,” he towers over the girl, who only blinks up at him, slightly intimidated. “Ah, uh, yeah...Y/N said that you have her spare glasses?” His eyebrows perk up. Right. You were in the basketball team, for some reason he always forgot that detail.

He turns away without a word and goes to his bag. He did, indeed, have your spare glasses. You left it at his house last time during a study session, being the airhead that you are. He retrieves it but before handing the black box to the girl, he asks. “What happened to the ones she has?”

He wasn’t thinking much of it. Perhaps someone accidentally stepped on it, or maybe you even accidentally broke it.

"The ball hit her face,”

“Is she--”

The words of worry practically dies on his lips. He could feel and sense Yamaguchi and Sugawara listening in to the conversation and he’d drop dead before getting caught being worried for someone. But still, this is why he always told you that you needed sports glasses. A scratch to the eye could be dangerous.

He sighs pretty loudly, and turns to face Sugawara who was off court, standing next to Yamaguchi who was also taking a small break. “Sugawara-san, I’ll be back,” There’s a big smile on his vice captain’s face, same as Yamaguchi who knew that his friend was actually worried.

Tsukishima ignored their stupid smiles.

“Oh! Kei,” You look up as the door to the school clinic opened, you were just sitting on one of the beds, legs moving back and forth and waiting for your teammate to retrieve the spare glasses for you. Tsukishima said that he’d handle it and as he passed the black box to you he grabs your chin and turns it in his hands, looking at your eyes.

There was a cut under your left eye that was already patched up. He releases your face when he was sure it was actually nothing serious, only to cross his arms and smirk at you. “See, I told you that hard head of yours would come in handy. Also receive the ball with your hands, not your face,”

You puff your cheeks out in annoyance and put your spare glasses on, feeling brand new. “Sure did, but my glasses aren’t as strong as my skull,” you sulked and he only blinked. “and I was taking a break! Then suddenly I see the ball coming at me, I don’t think that’s my fault!”

“I believe you. Your team has horrid ball passing skills after all,” he’s relentless with his insults but you knew that’s just the way he was. The fact that he came all the way to the school clinic told you enough about his worry. So, you ignore his last remark and smile up at him, “Thanks for checking on me, Kei,”

He clicks his tongue but places his hand on your head, “Let’s get you new ones tomorrow, and maybe now you’ll listen to me about those sports glasses,”

Oikawa

“She’s absent today,”

Oikawa’s face fell. You hadn’t told him anything about being sick or being unwell today. He wondered what happened. However, despite his looks and carefree personality, the Aoba Johsai captain was someone who was actually quite detailed. “In that case, can someone pass me her homework? I’ll go and deliver it to her!”

Safe to say your classmates were always surprised at how much the captain doted on you. He wasn’t always doing it openly, but at least he was thoughtful and thorough.

“Y/N-chan~ How could you leave me all alone in school today?” You could practically hear the pout from the other side of the line. He’d gone to the school grounds to get some private time to call you.

“Sorry Toru, I can’t really walk properly. It should be fine in a few days though,”

His heart did a little leap, worry etching itself on his features. “What do you mean? What happened?”

The pout in his voice was gone, replaced by what you always called “the captain voice”.

“I sprained my ankle...It’s a long and stupid story...” you laughed but you heard him sigh. “Well, I have no choice then. Your prince will visit you after-school today!”

You didn’t think he really would. He had volleyball practice and he took those seriously. But at 8 pm, just as you finished dinner, your doorbell rang and next thing you knew he was in your room.

Your mother just LOVED him. Sometimes you thought even more than you. She was unaware of how hyper Oikawa actually was. He certainly knew how to play his cards right.

“Alright princess, let me see that foot,” While you were sitting on your chair he practically bent down on on one knee and inspected it. He did kind of look like a prince like that, with his volleyball jacket. Then he suddenly plopped on the floor with his legs crossed. “AAhhhh! That sucks you won’t come to school for a few days!” He was whining again and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Without fail, every day that you were absent, he showed up at your house after practice.

Bokuto

It’s not that you were particularly clumsy. You were actually a pretty careful person, and that’s why Bokuto always trusted your cooking skills over his. Baking a cake shouldn’t be too hard, but you were rather unfamiliar with the oven at his place.

“Mm, so, it says here to just leave it in the oven for 45 minutes!” he has this big smile on his face and you shake the batter in the round container again. The oven had already been pre-heated and when you open the door to it, hot air greets you.

You took the round container in your hand, and push it in. It sits just at the front of the oven and you really hate it when that happens, so, with your boyfriend still focused on the recipe (and without mittens cause you think it’ll just be quick push) you try to inch the round cake pan further in with your hand. At one point, you accidentally touch the inside of the hot oven and you recoil your hand with a loud gasp.

“WHAT?! What what what?!” Bokuto flings the recipe book away and clutches at your hand. In all honesty it didn’t hurt that much, but you had made contact on the hot surface just enough for it to sting and startle you. “Nothing Kou, I just accidentally touched the oven,” you laugh sheepishly but he’s pulling you over to the sink.

The boy is panicking.

“Water!” You’re amazed at how he even knows what to do, running water now splashing on your hand. It wasn’t even enough to burn you, it was just a little red, that’s all. “K-Kou, it’s totally fine,”

But he turns to you with a waterfall of tears running down his eyes and his hair has deflated from it’s usual spiky style. “I-I’m so useless!”

‘Ah there he goes,’ you think. But you’ve been trained by Akaashi how to handle these kinds of outbursts from him. “Not at all Kou-kun, you mixed the batter so perfectly. I usually get tired when I do that, but you have really strong arms! Next time I’ll let you handle the oven too, is that okay?”

He stares at you blankly for a moment. The tears have disappeared and his lips oh-so slowly curve into a smile. He gives you a thumbs up, back to his usual flair and confidence. “Of course! Leave it to me!” and he laughs triumphantly while you thank Akaashi in your mind.

Ushijima

Cooking for him and Tendo at the dorms was like a weekly routine. It was mostly for Ushijima, but Tendo liked crashing the cooking party too.

“Be careful.” Ushijima says as he passes the vegetables for you to chop. You did so without any incident. The cooking itself passes by without any incident, until your hand slip off the plate you’re holding and it comes crashing down the floor, shattering into pieces, some of the pieces flying off in different directions.

Ushijima and Tendo perks up in alarm at the sudden sound, with Ushijima being the first to rise on his feet and assess the situation. You’re about to carefully just move away from the mess you made, shards littering around your feet. “Don’t move,” Ushijima tells you, noting that you were only wearing his over-sized slippers. He sees that one of the shards has cut your foot. It was small, but since it was fresh, it was still bleeding.

“If you move you’ll hurt yourself, wait for me,” you do as told as Ushijima first sweeps off the rest of the shattered glass with a broom, disposes of it. Next he comes to you with a new set of slippers, puts it down on the now clean floor, and tells you to carefully slip out of the ones you have on, he was cautious about the small pieces. Only when you were neatly into the new set of slippers did he clean off the rest of the glass.

Tendo only sat and watched in amusement. His captain was very thorough, even with things like that. “I’ll go and get a first aid kit~” he offered as he stood and sauntered off. “Y/N, sit over there,” he pointed at a nearby chair and you merely follow. There was no use saying no to him, you knew he just wanted to check if everything was in order.

Sure enough just as Tendo comes back with the kit, Ushijima inspects your foot, eyes scanning all around it. It seems that there was only that one cut and it’d be easy to treat. You weren’t surprised that Ushijima knew what to do, watching him take some cotton and pour some alcohol on it, muttering under his breath that it would sting a bit.

By the end of it, the cut on your foot was disinfected and bandaged properly. “Oohhhh! Good job Wakatoshi-kun!” Tendo praised his friend for the clean job and Ushijima nodded his head with a small “Mm,”

“Thank you,” you smile up at him, “and sorry for the plate, I wasn’t paying attention,”

Ushijima makes a thoughtful sound, perhaps a little confused by your apology “...The plate is of no great value,” he simply says “it can be replaced.”

"I can’t say the same for you Y/N, so it’s good that you weren’t gravely hurt,” The blush on your cheeks is obvious and Ushijima doesn’t understand what has you so flustered, he’s just being his honest and straightforward self.

Tendo only laughs at the display.

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