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earlysunshines · 1 year ago

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(i love you) for sentimental reasons

kindergarden teacher!sana x fem!reader. (pt. 4)

summary: fate seems to love you and sana being alone together, so do your niece and jihyo.

wc: 8k

warnings: mentions of food ; slight (barely) suggestive(?) ; cursing

pt 1. pt2. pt3.

a/n: thank you all for the kind words and support on this series! it was fun writing it and the support on this has been amazing. thank you and enjoy :-]

“What would a young teacher usually order at a cafe.” You ask Chaemin, staring at the espresso machine and pondering. The taller, dark-haired barista looks at you, quirks a brow, then yawns.

“Do I look like I’d know what your five-year-old niece's teacher would like?” Chaemin mutters sleepily, “I’m tired, it’s early, and me personally I need something strong as hell to get me through this damn shift. Maybe she needs something strong since she has to deal with so many kids running around?”

“What if she doesn’t like strong, what if she’s more fond of something sweet? What if she prefers tea?”

“Well maybe you should’ve asked her or something, how do you not know what your dream woman likes.”

“I’m not gonna ask my niece to ask her what her favorite coffee is, that’s weird.”

“You already make Hana tell you about her teacher, I don’t think that would make anything different, y/n.” Chaemin sighs, “Look, I have to prepare for that fucker that orders six drinks and complains to me that they’re not made in two minutes every Wednesday morning. You have fun figuring out what to order for this wonder of a woman, but make it quick. I need to prepare at least 7 shots of espresso before that damn regular walks in.” He says, walking past you and over to the coffee bean grinder.

It’s 7:53 in the morning and the form said to meet in the lobby of the school by 8:30. You’re trying to get your daily caffeine in and decided to ask for an extra beverage to give to your nieces' teacher. Is getting a drink for a woman a form of flirting?

“I’ll just get my usual, and then I guess I’ll get something sweeter and I’ll ask her.”

“Okay, so what’s the sweeter thing gonna be?” Chaemin questions, weighing out the coffee grinds for your usual iced americano. You think to yourself for a bit as he tamps the grinds down and puts a filter on,

“Vanilla latte? Hot, since it’s cold out, maybe she would appreciate that.”

“Can’t go wrong with that I guess.” He sighs while pulling a shot of espresso over a cup of iced water.

You get to the school at 8:23 am, and by the time you’re all parked and in the lobby it’s 8:27.

The lobby is filled with at least sixty kids, probably more. There are four other kindergarten teachers, you assume they’re teachers from the lanyards they wear. At least ten parents are also present, scattered around the lobby with the teachers of their own students. It’s loud and crowded, you wonder if Hana had gotten lost until you look over to the corner to see Hana waving at you, and return the smile at her before making your way to the girl and her class.

Sana watches you with the two coffees in your hand and a smile spread across your face as you walk over to hug your niece, making sure not to spill the beverages. You’re wearing a patched, dark-blue denim jacket and a white t-shirt with a graphic that Sana can’t fully make out, and the t-shirt exposes some of your collarbone, Sana notes. The bottoms you wear are simple, yet effortlessly stylish. You have on washed, dark gray wide-legged jeans that compliment your top, along with black laced loafers to complete the look. Sana thinks you look amazing - Your casual, yet striking style is added to her mental list of what makes you so effortlessly stunning.

After hugging your niece, you make your way over to Sana, the grin that is plastered on your face seems contagious as it makes her grin back. You stand in front of her and greet her with a simple “Hi.” and somehow, her cheeks are already starting to warm up.

“It’s nice to see you, as always,” Sana greets, and you chuckle lightly,

“Yeah, likewise.” You start. The latte that was once about to burn your hands is now at a reasonable temperature, at least one that won’t burn anyone’s tongue (you hope). You look from the latte and back to Sana, “Do you prefer sweet or strong? I stopped by my work and I wanted to get something for you, I didn’t know which you preferred so…” You trail off, looking back at her with uncertainty.

Sana doesn’t know how you’re so perfect.

“Y/n,” She mumbles, looking at the drinks in your hands, “You didn’t have to.”

“I thought you might need some caffeine before working with so many kids you know.” You joke. Sana pauses, you think of her?

She wonders how often the thought of her crosses your mind (which is a lot), and it gives her a little hope in her heart.

“You’re so sweet, Y/n. What are the options?”

“I got a vanilla latte and iced americano. I mean you got an Americano when we ran into each other at the store, but I had to make sure there were options.” You explain, though you realize there are definitely not a lot of options. You'd bring her the whole cafe if you could, just to make sure she could have a beverage that she'd like.

“I’ll take the latte, I like sweet things.” sweet things like you, she thinks to herself. You hand her the warm vanilla latte with a grin before another voice joins in,

“Good morning Sana!” A shorter woman chirps. The woman with the bob has her own hot beverage in her hands, and she’s dressed warmly to fit the weather as it transitions from late fall to early winter.

“Jihyo!” Sana cheers, hugging the woman. You smile at the woman (although your jaw tenses a little. You want to be able to hug Sana like that), and she smiles back after pulling away from the teacher. You examine her outfit; she’s wearing a black coat over a dark form-fitting shirt, and casual blue jeans paired with white tennis shoes to finish the look. She also has a beige bag that is hung on her shoulder and a silver ring on her left ring finger.

Sana looks at the two of you, and she holds back a small giggle looking at your height difference. Jihyo’s head is angled upwards to meet your gaze and even though the woman is shorter – you can’t help but be a little intimidated by such a strong aura: it screams authority.

“Ah, Jihyo, this is Y/n,” Sana says a bit shyly, and the slightly shorter woman with the bob looks back at Sana with slightly raised brows,

“Oh? Is that so?” Jihyo says amusingly, looking back at your taller self. You seem a little smaller under her gaze, and it’s scaring you a little. Jihyo temporarily washes your worries away by sticking her hand out and grinning at you, “I’m Jihyo. Sana has told me a lot about you, it’s nice to meet you in person.”

“She has?” You question, a brow arching. Sana clears her throat and it stops Jihyo from exposing her, though you wanted to know more.

“Y/n, this is Jiyeong’s mom. We used to be roommates,” Sana quickly says. Jihyo just laughs and nods before Sana adds, “Y/n is Hana’s aunt.”

“Oh, you didn’t tell me that,” Jihyo responds with surprise. Jihyo knew your name and that Sana had a really big interest in you, but she didn’t know that you were her daughter's best friend’s aunt. Sana shuts her down before she can say anything more to make her cheeks redden.

You’re confused, to say the least. Sana talks about you? What does she tell Jihyo? Is she into you? You’re thinking a lot of things and you want answers to all the questions you have running through your mind, but for now, you'll have to wait. Sana walks off, face flushed, leaving you and Jihyo to chat with one another.

You look over from Jihyo to her daughter, who is talking to your niece and laughing as they converse.

“My daughter talks about your niece quite often,” Jihyo says, and she’s looking in the same direction as you while she sparks a conversation, “Hana seems like a sweet one, she makes my daughter very happy. It’s nice to meet the one who takes care of her, you must be as kind as Sana says.”

“Thank you,” You respond, turning to see her still looking at the two girls, “Can I ask… What else does Sana say about me?”

“You’ll have to find out yourself.” Jihyo simply states.

Aw, man.

“This is your chance to talk to Ms. Minatozaki alone! I can’t keep being the one to talk to her and then talk to you! I want to talk to Jiyeong too y’know.”

“Oh.”

“Papa was right, you need to be not shy for once,” Hana sighs, “I thought you said you had the cool genes!”

Ouch.

Hana had insisted that you sit with Sana after giving you a lecture, or was it her just scolding you? Same thing. You realize that you literally got lectured by a five-year-old, it humbled you a bit.

The conversation between you and your niece ended after she gave you a pat on the cheek, fist-bumped you, and let you run off on your own as if she was your own guardian – how ironic.

So, you make your way onto the big yellow bus, looking for the familiar face of someone who you think might be an angel. You wave to her and ask if you can sit next to her, she nods happily. Now you’re closer to Sana than you have ever been, all thanks to that five-year-old, and you’re not too mad about it.

You never fully noticed before, but she smelled really good, not in a weird way or anything – it’s just, she smelled like roses, fruit, and vanilla – it really fits her. Her shoulder was dangerously close to yours, and you figured you’d explode if you guys made even the slightest bit of contact.

Sana is dressed up warmly too; she wears a thick, dark gray cardigan with a white shirt under, and the hem of the shirt peaks from under the cardigan. She’s dressed in casual pants, they’re loose on her legs and just a shade lighter than the cardigan she wears, and to top off the whole look, there are white sneakers that she wears. Her hair is tied up into a ponytail, and some strands fall over her face. She looks beautiful, you might faint right then and there.

Sana looks at you again and tilts her head a bit,

“You’re not sitting with Hana?” She questions, and immediately regrets it after wondering whether it sounded like she didn’t want you next to her, because she definitely did want to be next to you; in fact, you were the only thing she had on her mind last night before she fell asleep. You turn your head to look back at your niece, who’s laughing with Jihyo’s daughter,

“Hana wanted to sit next to Jiyeong. I guess it’s not too bad that she didn’t want to sit with me if I get to sit next to you now.” You say boldly. Sana looks at your expression, you look unbothered and the way you just flirted with her was so smooth it had her blushing from ear to ear. You give her your signature, toothy smile, and she has to take a moment, it makes her look away for a few seconds,

“Your niece kicked you out?” Sana teases, trying to compose herself,

“They grow up so fast.” You sigh playfully. Sana giggles.

The bus driver gives the signal that he’s ready to start heading to the art museum, Sana stands up and starts to talk to the students.

“Alright everyone, I’m going to need you all to use your indoor voices for Ms. Minatozaki. If you do so, we’ll get to the museum quicker, alright?” She announces,

“Yes Ms. Minatozaki!”

“Thank you, everyone. We’ll be there in twenty minutes, maybe less if you all behave, so make sure to leave a good impression on the bus driver and make it easier for him to get there!” Sana finally says. The students respond with another “Yes Ms. Minatozaki,” and the young teacher counts all the kids on the bus, making sure she doesn’t miss anyone. After making sure everyone is all aboard, she signals to the bus driver that they’re all good to go. The bus shifts a bit as it starts, then it starts moving forward.

In an attempt to spark small talk, Sana decides to bring up the weather.

“It’s getting cold, huh.” She mutters, looking out the window. You hum in response, looking in Sana’s direction, but not at the window. Your look stays on Sana’s side profile, and you wonder how every feature on her face is so flawless, whoever made her took their time for sure. Her nose is angled perfectly, and her plump lips are just barely parted as she stares out the window, you could stare at her forever.

Sana turns her head back towards you and you quickly shift your stare to the window to avoid eye contact and to make it seem like you weren't admiring her for the last ten seconds. You clear your throat.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Thank you for the latte, it was really good. It warmed me up.” Sana says. Eye contact is shared again and you bite the inside of your cheek,

“Anytime. I could uh, bring you more if you’d like?”

“It’s alright, I don’t want to make it seem like I’m using you for coffee.” She laughs, “But I appreciate the offer.”

“Well,” You start, “If you ever change your mind you can always tell me when you see me.” You shrug. Sana smiles at you again, nods, then gives you that look from your lips to your eyes that turns your heart into a beating mess. She looks out the window again and you have to stop yourself from admiring her the whole time.

A few words are shared between the two of you every time Sana spots something pretty, she talks about how it reminds her of things from her past or her friends. You learn a little more about her, she’s so pure and cute it’s heartwarming.

The bus ride goes well.

As soon as the bus comes to a stop, the kids are all rowdy again, however, Sana quiets them down with ease. She simply claps her hand in the same pattern as she would usually do to grab their attention, and they clap their hands in the same pattern back, all eyes are on the young teacher now.

“Alright everyone, we’ve made it! Now, in order for us to get started with our field trip, I’m going to need everyone to be patient and exit as I say. The grown-ups will exit first, then the kids. We’ll go by row and I’ll be the last one out, okay?”

“Yes Ms. Minatozaki!” The kids respond, and you admire how much they seem to trust and adore the teacher.

Getting everyone out of the bus was easy, each kid listened and Sana told the parents to keep them in a group once they had gotten out. Once the disembarking had finished, Sana made sure that everyone was present, taking another headcount. After knowing that no one had wandered away, she smiled and kindly ordered them to follow her.

After the guides had introduced themselves, given a brief description and synopsis of what the museum offered, and handed out maps, the class was split into groups of four. There were exactly twenty-eight students, seven guardians and/or parents, and Sana. With that amount of people, it was easy to make the groups.

Originally, Hana was set to be in the group that you and Jihyo would watch over, but Hana insisted that you switch with the parent paired with Sana. Jihyo and Hana talked for a few seconds, which you had noticed from the corner of your eye. They exchanged smiles and understanding nods, and whatever they plotted somehow allowed you to be with this wonder of a woman.

And so, you’re with Sana now.

Sana is happy to accept her new partner; in fact, she’s more than happy to spend time with the woman she’s been gushing over for weeks.

The groups decide to pick their own section in the museum to start at and make their way through the whole place from there, making sure to meet in a few hours.

Your group had seven kids, and each group did. You and the young teacher had stumbled across a certain section with an adult that would give the kids a thirty-minute detailed guided tour, leaving you and Sana to wait alone together and wander around the nearby exhibits. You two would’ve joined in on the tour, but of course, the max capacity was eight people.

You had insisted that Sana should go join, after all, it was her class. Sana, being the caring person she was, had assured you it was okay if she missed the tour and stayed with you. The tour guide had made sure that he would take care of the kids, after all, the exhibit was mainly for young kids like them, and he had dealt with many before.

Fate decided that you two spend more time together, and this time, alone.

“Have you been to this museum before?” You ask.

“No, you?”

“Once.” You mumble, “In high school.”

“You’ve lived here since high school?” Sana questions, suddenly invested. You nod and look at the painting in front of you,

“I’ve lived here since I was in fifth grade, but in the more suburban area, rather than here in the city.” You simply respond.

“Well,” Sana hums, “Maybe you could show me around sometime.”

“W-what?” You practically choke out, a blush creeping to your cheeks.

“I moved here at the beginning of the year, I’m still a bit new.”

“I see,” You begin, trying to recompose yourself, “Yeah, It’s a nice area. I wouldn’t be against the idea of showing you around.”

Sana smiles and turns to face you again, “Maybe you could start by showing me around the museum? We have twenty-five minutes.”

There’s a sudden nervousness that spreads throughout your whole body, as well as a warmth that spreads across your chest. Sana wants you to show her around, and she asks you like it’s a normal request (it is, but you figure it’s not because the person asking is particularly striking).

You nod your head and respond with a small, “Okay.” and her radiant grin grows.

The exhibits were all unique in their own way – some were filled with modern art, some with abstract art, and even some with Renaissance art. Each section had works that were all tremendously striking; however, the most beautiful thing in the museum had been by your side the whole time.

Sana makes her way to a pleasant-looking painting, something floral. Maybe it’s an oil painting? She can’t really tell, but it sure is a wonder. It’s detailed and vibrant, the colors complement each other well with such a diverse color selection. Each stroke seems to have been placed so carefully, every single swipe of paint complimenting the stroke next to it.

Sana stares at the painting with much interest, “This one is beautiful,” she says in awe.

“Very…” you hum, though, you aren’t observing the painting,

Your eyes are fixated on her.

The day goes by quickly, unfortunately.

You and Sana aren’t able to indulge in many conversations as you two were busy making sure everyone was still nearby and not running off.

The kids finish the painting activity that was scheduled for them at the end of the trip, and they leave the museum with their hand-crafted art. everything had gone by too fast, you wished it hadn’t, then maybe, you could admire Sana for just a few moments longer.

Sana helps everyone get situated on the bus, so you end up sitting down first and getting the window seat this time. You wait for her.

Sana sighs as she sits down next to you, a bit worn out from the day and keeping everyone in check.

You try to ignore the contact that her shoulder makes with yours when she shifts to get more comfortable in the seat, and you also try to ignore the fact that your knees touch a little, just for the sake of your sanity. Sana seems to be unbothered by the physical touch, and she looks at you innocently,

“I think the kids enjoyed it.” She says proudly, resting her head on the seat. She turns her head a little so that she’s looking at you with the most soft, tender look in her doe eyes, “Did you?”

“Of course.” You say, voice just above a whisper. Of course I enjoyed it, who wouldn’t enjoy their time with a woman like you? You think. Sana lets out another content sigh, and she rests her head against your shoulder a bit, not even bothering to think about how bold the action is, she's too tired and she figures you wouldn't mind – you don't mind at all.

“I’m glad.” she mumbles, and you hope she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest, “Wake me up before we get back?”

“Of course.” You hum lowly. Her eyes close and her weight seems to shift onto your shoulder more. Your cheeks redden and you let out a small breath as you relax into the seat – you couldn’t be any happier.

The chaperones and their kids bid their farewells to Sana, though you stay a bit longer since Hana and Jiyeong want to hang out more. Your mind wanders a bit and you can’t help but stare into the distance, and your gaze somehow manages to land on Sana as you remember what she had said: Maybe you could show me around sometime? The words seem to replay in your head, a thought pops up in your mind.

Jihyo looks over to see you in a trance, and she chuckles to herself as she notices what – or, who your eyes are fixated on,

“Did you two have fun?” The shorter woman asks, a smirk tugging at her lips. Your head turns quickly to her in surprise, cheeks turning a bit red as you realize you’ve gotten caught staring. Jihyo laughs at you playfully, shifting her look towards the woman you had been admiring before, “Sana was really excited to be able to spend time with you today.”

“M-me?” You stutter out, mentally punching yourself for such a response.

“You two are oblivious, I could tell from the few interactions I saw.” Jihyo sighs.

You look back at Sana, who’s now walking over with a smile on her lips. She looks at you first, then at Jihyo when she meets with the two of you again,

“Everyone just left, sorry for making you wait, Jihyo.” Sana sighs. Her shoulders are drooping down a bit, and she seems ready to go home and rest again, though this time on her bed and not your shoulder (much to your dismay).

She turns to eye you again, and suddenly she’s full of life, as if the energy that had been squeezed out of her had suddenly come back.

“Ah, y/n. I’m happy that you were able to chaperone. I’ll see you…?” She trails off for you to respond, or in this case, finish her sentence, because she hopes to see you again this week.

“Um, I don’t think I’m picking up Hana for the rest of this week. My shifts go on until five because I took today off.” You explain, “So, next week.” You nod. There’s a familiar thought from earlier that crosses your mind, you avoid the woman’s gaze and try to forget about it.

Sana notices you biting the inside of your cheek and breaking eye contact as if you were about to say something to her. Sana decides to let it be.

“Well, we’ll be going now Y/n,” Jihyo says, almost sighing. She looks you dead in the eye and raises a brow, almost as if she could read your mind earlier, almost as if she were urging you to go through with your sudden thought.

“Yeah… Me too. Um, yeah.” Your words are tumbling off the tip of your tongue from nervousness, “Hana, let’s go. Your dad must be waiting at home.” You finally say, waving to the two women and Jiyeong.

As you depart, Jihyo looks at you slightly disappointed.

You’re back in the car after saying goodbye and you stare out the windshield while holding onto the wheel, simply thinking.

The sight of Jihyo and Sana catches your eye from the side-view mirror, and there’s a sudden rush of confidence that takes over.

“Hana, I’ll be back in a bit.” you quickly say.

Your fingers fumble with the seatbelt that refuses to unbuckle due to your nervousness, though you manage and hurry to open your car door, rushing out. You’re trying your best to prepare yourself for whatever the fuck it is that you’re about to do, your jaw tensing up and your hands trying to straighten up the denim jacket you have on. Self-consciousness and worry took over, but you ignore it, you can’t have Jihyo looking at you like you’re a big loser the next time you see her, can you?

So, here you are.

Jihyo notices you first and raises her brows in amusement, Sana notices you after seeing Jihyo’s expression shift.

“Hey, Sana,” You say with a surprising amount of confidence. You clear your throat and your eyes dart to anywhere else but Sana’s eyes, “Can I talk to you for a moment,” You ask, “Alone.” and you practically mumble that last word. Sana tilts her head and Jihyo smiles knowingly,

“I’ll be in the car,” Jihyo says amused, then grabs her daughter's hand with hers, urging her to come with and leave the two of you alone.

You and Sana are alone now, in the middle of a barely filled parking lot.

“Did you need something?” Sana questions. You nod and it takes a bit for you to continue talking, the words in your mouth getting tangled in your tongue.

“Uh, well.” god, you really need to get a grip. “At the museum, you uh, you mentioned, well - you said, you said maybe I could show you around sometime? I mean I can. I hope you’re still up for it, I mean,” You close your eyes out of embarrassment and turn your head to the side a bit, and you really try to compose yourself this time.

“This Sunday, yeah. There’s always a flea market on Sundays, they’re on until around eight. We should go, I mean if you’d like. What I’m trying to say is I’d really like to show you around.” You finally say, you say what you’ve been thinking and you say it without tripping over your words.

“You’re asking me out?” Sana asks playfully,

“You implied that you wanted me to.” You simply say, making eye contact with her again. Now it’s Sana’s turn to be all flustered as she looks up at you. Your eyebrows are slightly raised as you wait for an answer, and her cheeks are dusted a faint shade of pink as you waited for a response,

“So?” You question again,

“I’d love that,” Sana says almost immediately.

“Really? I mean, yeah- yes. Okay, that’s,”

“You’re so cute.” is what Sana says, and it has your heart skipping a beat, Sana’s heart too, “Let me get your number, so you can text me the details?”

“Yeah, here.” You respond, handing her your unlocked phone.

You both exchange numbers, and before departing you can’t help but grin at each other, and you grin at each other for a while.

Mission success.

You agree to pick up Sana from her place in the evening around five.

Your fingers tap against the wheel of your car and you tap your foot anxiously as you wait. There’s a sound that’s heard from your phone as it vibrates against the cup holder, and you immediately check to see what it is. There’s a message from the young teacher and your eyes light up immediately as you open it,

Sana

I’m on my way out right now

Can’t wait

y/n

Take your time

Can’t wait to see you

You probably look like a fool who's in love as you read her message, reply, and hit send because you’re smiling at the screen and biting your lip slightly from the rush of excitement that courses through your veins.

Sana shows up a couple of minutes later.

Your eyes widen almost immediately and your cheeks are definitely tinted – no, fully crimson. Your grip on the wheel tightens, and it seems to do so every time you see the wonderful woman. Your heart does flips and beats at an unhealthy rate as you take in everything about her.

She wears something so striking, but slightly casual too. She has on a black blazer, almost a jacket, you think. It’s worn over a black shirt and the tops she wears are complimented by silver jewelry that loops around her neck, sitting just above her collarbone level. She’s wearing dark jeans that are just slightly loose around her legs, and casual sneakers to really top it off.

She’s so incredibly stunning that it makes you wonder if you’re dreaming.

Sana waves as she makes her way over and you’re trying your best to act normal – or at least act like this woman isn’t making you completely lose your cool.

“Hey.” She says, getting in your car,

“Hi.” You say in awe, “You look beautiful.” and that’s just an understatement. You’re unable to look away from her as if your eyes were a moth and she was the flame drawing you in. Sana simply smiles and she’s extremely flattered by your compliment, as well as the way your lips slightly part while you check her out.

“Thank you.” Sana responds as she puts on her seatbelt, “You look really cute.”

You’re going to explode.

“Thanks.” You mumble, quickly turning your head away and back to the steering wheel. Sana plays the passenger princess role too well, with emphasis on the princess part because her looks are something you would expect to see from a descendant of royalty, something in a renaissance painting that has the words 'do not touch' beside it. You adjust the rearview mirror for no apparent reason as it’s already been adjusted, but you’re doing anything to distract yourself from the jaw-dropping sight to the right of you.

As you drive toward the city, there’s the faint sound of a slow romance song playing. The mood is extremely intimate and romantic, you’re having trouble focusing on driving as your heartbeat ups its pace.

It takes about fifteen minutes to get to the flea market area downtown. Fifteen minutes of small conversation and Sana’s gaze on you every couple of minutes.

You two arrive and you turn off your engine, making sure to get out first and open the door for Sana. She gets out and smiles at you sweetly, which makes you smile back. You close the car door for your passenger princess.

The brisk winter air carries a hint of anticipation that invites everyone to immerse themselves in the weekly event. It’s early winter and darkness envelops the slightly crowded, dimmed, and busy streets. the sun had almost set completely, though there are bright lights that illuminate the areas which seem to be hidden away from the lamp posts that lighten up the main streets. Each store and vendor has its own uniqueness, selling different types of items, clothing, accessories, and more.

You and Sana walk towards the flea markets, the space between you two getting smaller and shoulders occasionally brushing every now and then. The two of you explore and interact with any vendor or stand that seems to have anything interesting, which helps you learn about one another.

Sana learns that you have an interest in old rings, silver ones specifically. You buy three silver rings, and it all ended up being ten dollars in total. She learns that you have a liking towards graphic t-shirts; in fact, you buy two while walking around. Sana had picked out both for you, telling you that you’d look cute in them, making your cheeks flush, though your cheeks might've been red ever since you laid your eyes on her.

You buy an old vintage camera and film for less than thirty dollars, and Sana thinks it’s so extremely cute how your face lights up after you purchase the two items, holding them up as if they were trophies you had won.

You learn that Sana seems to love jewelry, and she buys various bracelets and necklaces for herself and even buys one of each for you. You insist that it’s okay and you don’t need it, but you give in when she looks at you with those puppy eyes – you learn that you can’t say no to her. Sana buys a few samples of fragrances, and she explains that she’s always had a thing for collecting different scents, you think it’s adorable.

You’re the one who had asked Sana on this date, but she’s the one who ends up dragging you to every little section that manages to catch her attention. The knuckles that brush against each other lead to the intertwining of fingers and flushed cheeks.

After almost two hours of walking around and exploring, you two decide to relax and get ice cream, even in the cold weather because the two of you are warmed up enough from just being around each other, ice cream won’t hurt anyone.

“Have you tried this ice cream place before?” You ask Sana, who’s taking a picture of the dessert in front of her. She shakes her head,

“No, you?”

“Twice. Once in high school with Johnny and last year with Hana.” You explain, taking a bite from the sweet treat in front of you. It’s matcha flavored, though the sweetness is still there. The strength of the matcha is more prominent than the coconut base, just how you like it.

Sana melts as she takes a bite of her strawberry ice cream, her eyes lighting up and shoulders relaxing. You can’t help but laugh.

“What?” Sana questions,

“You’re just really cute.” You simply say, taking another bite of your ice cream. Sana’s heartbeat quickens. Sana tries to compose herself in front of you, changing the topic of the conversation,

“So,” She clears her throat, “What do you like to do? It’s a cliche and unavoidable question, but other than being a barista do you do anything else?”

“I actually write a little. I used to write for some art articles online, I still do it every now and then.” You explain, “You?”

“Just teaching.”

“Did you always want to teach?”

“Yeah, actually. I’ve always liked helping others and I don’t know, I like encouraging the kids.”

“That’s cute.” You mumble, “You’re so cute.”

The night goes on and you two learn more than just about your interests in occupations. Sana learns that you rock climb every weekend, which explains why you’re so unbelievably athletic looking and toned. She finds your love for cooking and making drinks extremely cute and admirable, it seems as if the more she learns about you, the more she falls for you. She learns that you moved to the city with Johnny when you were 18, and that was the same time Hana had been brought into your life, one of the best things the universe had given to you. You’re the type of person who lives life to experience the beauty the universe has to offer, she thinks that’s amazing.

You learn that Sana had moved with the help of Jihyo and that they had been friends since college, Jihyo was also the reason Sana had landed her current job. Sana shares that she’s an only child, and in contrast to you, she wasn’t the athletic type really. You notice how bubbly she is talking to you, her more professional demeanor had completely broken down and a new, lively side was revealed. Sana is incredibly talkative and she rambles a lot, you think – no, you know you could get used to this.

The night had gone by too fast, Sana is back in your car again and you’ve just reached her apartment complex.

It seems that time spent with Sana seems to go by too quickly, and you hope that there's a chance of being able to spend more than just a couple of hours with her.

“Thank you for everything y/n, I really enjoyed tonight.”

“It’s no problem,” You start, “I’m glad you liked downtown.”

“Maybe you could show me around again sometime? I’d really like to do this again.” Sana says, and her toothy grin is so bright it nearly outshines the lights in your car.

“I’m not against that at all.” and you think you might die right then and there from the way your heart beats, and you want this moment to last forever; just you and Sana together.

“I’ll see you then, text me.”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. She opens the car door and your heart breaks slightly, not ready for her to leave just yet.

Sana seems to have read your emotions because she pauses before she gets out and turns to you.

“Wait,” She begins, “I forgot something.”

Before you ask her what it is that she had forgotten, she seems to answer your question before you can even let any words out of your mouth,

her lips are suddenly on yours.

The contact is sudden and you’re a bit unprepared, but you easily grow accustomed to it and kiss right back, eyes fluttering shut. Sana’s lips are so incredibly soft on yours, and the scent of vanilla and fruit is takes over your senses. Sana pulls away and your lips chase for hers again, and when they meet again it’s like the oxygen from Sana’s lungs had been snatched. Your hand moves to cup her cheek and your shoulders relax in the moment because it feels as if nothing else in the world matters except for her, as if all your worries had vanished just like that. Sana moves her hand to your neck and gently caresses it as you two share a few more soft, slow, and steady kisses, there’s no rush as if this moment would last forever. You two are practically unable to pull away from how much you both like the feeling of each other's lips on one another.

You want to live in this moment forever.

You two finally pull away after what had seemed like forever, though your hands seem to linger on each other a bit and both of your lips are parted slightly. Your lips are still so close that they’re slightly brushing against each other, butterflies are in your stomach and you’re forgetting how to breathe, think, or even function.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you.” Sana mumbles against your mouth, “You’re so cute.”

If you were in a cartoon right now, you’d think your heart would be dramatically beating out of your chest, and your jaw would be on the floor. You pull away a bit and it’s almost impossible to make eye contact with Sana, but you manage to do so anyway.

“I think I might die right here right now.” You mumble, it’s the only thing you can say or think of in the moment. Sana giggles and presses another soft peck on your lips,

“Let’s do this again.”

“Yeah.” You breathe out.

the light from the car shows her flushed cheeks and warm smile as she leans away from you, opening the car door and smiling at you one more time as she closes it. She turns to leave and you’re left in the car alone, your heart beat slowly beating back to its normal pace.

You put a hand on the wheel and grip it tightly, still processing what just happened before smiling to yourself and driving away from the apartment complex.

Sana has you head over heels, and you want to kiss her again and again.

Chaemin had been teaching the new high school student that had been hired. He helped her measure out the espresso grinds, telling her how many grams would be needed for whichever drink, and she listened carefully.

“Hello.” A customer beams, Chaemin turns his head.

“Hello, I’ll be with you in a moment.” Chaemin starts, giving the woman a friendly smile, “Eunchae, just measure out the grinds and pull a shot. Give it a try and I’ll be back.” He says to the young, new employee.

Chaemin walks over to the register and taps at the screen. He gives the woman his signature smile and greets her,

“Hi, what can I get started for you?”

“Oh, I’m not ordering, I was just wondering if y/n was here?”

Chaemin quirks a brow, “Y/n?”

“Yeah, she should be off in ten minutes, no?”

“She’s off soon, just putting stuff in the back. You are...?”

“Sana.”

Ah.

“So you’re the woman she’s been gushing over.” Chaemin laughs, “God she has not stopped talking about you since she met you.”

Sana’s smile grows a bit from the sudden remark and she laughs,

“I see… That’s sweet.”

“You had her going insane for three months.” Chaemin jokes playfully, “I’m glad she finally found a way to ask you out. I haven’t heard her complaining as much about not being able to take you out for about two months or something, though she’s still always gushing about you.”

Sana and Chaemin talk about you for a bit, laughing at your antics and Chaemin decides to tease you here and there. The two get along very well, and Sana is very happy about that.

“You know one time, I think, maybe before you two started dating? She came in the morning and asked me what a ‘young teacher usually order at a cafe’ and I swear she almost-” Chaemin gets cut off when you push him aside, pushing his face away with your hand and squishing his cheeks. He groans.

“Alright that’s enough.” You say, embarrassed. “Whatever he said, do not listen.”

Sana giggles and it’s time for you to stop being annoyed by Chaemin and start smiling at the girl you’ve been with for almost three months now. Chaemin narrows his eyes at your sudden mood change, scoffing playfully.

“Hi, Sana.” You say all giddy, “You didn’t tell me you were stopping by,”

“I wanted to see you. It’s also Friday, maybe we could-”

“Yes.” You cut her off, “I’m down for whatever.”

Chaemin rolls his eyes at you, chuckling to himself, “You’re so-”

“Go back to teaching Eunchae.” You retort, narrowing your eyes and Chaemin can't lie you look scarier than usual, you are infatuated with this woman.

“I’m not letting this go.” Chaemin finally sighs, walking back over to Eunchae.

Your attention is back on Sana, who’s smiling at you, “Dinner?” she asks,

“Yeah.” you respond, “Where?”

“My place?” Sana suggests, you nod,

"Let me get my stuff and I can drive us."

"Okay." She beams.

You two grow extremely fond of each other after spending more time together as a couple. Three months of being together turned into four months, six months eight, and suddenly you’re together for a year. Each and every second that passed by while you were with her is another moment that you had fallen more in love.

You love Sana for so many reasons.

She's the only one you want to see when you roll over in the morning, the only one you want to kiss awake after intimate nights after seeing her with her oh-so-messy hair flowing down in different directions around her. You love to carry her to your now shared living room and set her on the couch while you make her coffee, her giving you the kisses you can never get enough of, ones that you reciprocate and smile into. You love her radiant smile and the way her nose scrunches up when she giggles at you for slipping and falling on accident, you love the sound of her high-pitched giggles so much that you would purposely slip and fall over and over again just to hear her laugh again and again.

As you grow more attracted and attached to Sana, the physical aspects of her seem to disappear for a moment, you fall for not just her outside beauty, but all the internal aspects. You’re in love with how comfortable she makes you feel – you can sit in silence for hours and there are no words that need to be said because you two simply just enjoy each other's presence. You’re in love with how caring she is, she naturally is a caring person, she always has been. She’s always looking after kids at her job, making sure they’re all satisfied and happy – then she comes home to you, making sure you’re loved, and you return the favor. She’s beautiful not because of the way her features fit perfectly on her face, but because she makes you feel so giddy and happy. She makes you smile and that’s the thing that really makes her so captivating.

You’re in love with all of her, from her physical beauty to her caring heart. She is the one who you love so tenderly, so warmly, you love her and it’s real, genuine, and you don’t think you could ever love anyone the way you love her.

Sana also loves you for many reasons. She’s been in love with you since the day she saw you – whether she knew it or not.

The first time Sana had woken up next to you she knew she wanted to be with you forever.

Her nose was buried in the crook of your neck and her arm was lazily thrown across your chest while her legs were tangled with yours. The only thing that was heard that morning was your slow, labored breaths, and Sana could feel your chest rise up and down with each one. A smile had formed on her lips as she traced your jawline, her heart fluttered and the moment was so simple, yet so soft. Sana wanted to live in the moment forever.

Sana loved you because you were there when she needed a pillar of support, you were her pillar of support. She loved you because you loved and cared for everyone important to you, whether it was your parents, Johnny, or Hana, you loved them all so deeply and it was so genuine that it made Sana so incredibly happy to realize that you would love her as much as you loved them – it’s almost as this love that you had for everyone you cared about was the most precious thing in the world, and she was someone you shared it with.

Sana loved the late-night drives with you, humming softly to the romantic music that would play. She loved the way you’d mumble sleepily in the morning, your cheek squished against the pillow, it was a cute sight. She adored you when you would pull her aside and serenade her to slow songs in the living room during the evening, and she loved when you'd cook or make coffee for her, how you’d kiss her as she fell weak to your touch, and so many other things that not enough words could ever describe.

Sana felt so lucky to have you in her life, she was so glad that your niece had her as a teacher because if she didn’t she wouldn’t have met you. You were so glad that Hana had helped you get to know her kindergarten teacher, you were so glad that Johnny had that business trip because it allowed you to meet Sana.

You’re so glad that a five-year-old helped you meet the love of your life, you're so damn glad.

#sana imagines #sana x reader #kpop x reader #twice sana #twice x reader #twice #twice imagines #minatozaki sana #sana twice

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writermask-0807 · 8 months ago

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“heaven’s blessings.” {king baldwin iv x reader}

A/N: ahaha so yk how i said i'm gonna watch kingdom of heaven?? (it isn't available on bflix or any other website/app i checked 😭 someone pls help) i haven't yet 😅 (ALL HISTORIC AND KOH CRITICS PLS DONT COME FOR ME I DONT MEAN ANY HARM) so there's probably gonna be a lot of stuff wrong with this, and um. yk how i also said i was working on a koh fic?? yh this is not that one. for some reason i couldn't go any further than a couple of paragraphs, so here i am. with this absolutely shitty fic that looks even more horrible as I reread but. hope you enjoy?? 😭😭

warnings: hanahaki, some descriptions of hanahaki (?? it isn't that graphic or anything tho), also feel like i used 'bcos' too much, angst with no happy ending 😭 I promise the other one is happy!! 😭😭

word count: 322

thinking of king baldwin iv w hanahaki.

don’t you think that he would be the type that, as a man of strong faith, to think that this, too, is a blessing from god?

as a man of already frail health, this new illness is bound to take an even more horrible toll on his battered broken body;

taking root under his disfigured skin. fronds twining through his veins, greenery curling round his ribcage, twisting in his airways, stealing his very breath. blooming quietly in the darkness, petals like cremation ashes falling past his bruised lips like a prayer, some holy thing that can’t be attained.

because that’s what you are.

unattainable.

because knowing you - you with your tender smiles and your healing hands and your kind heart - you might probably still accept him, even with all of his ugliness, his ruined skin and broken bones, even with this blessing that’s really only a curse. but he can’t allow that. he can’t possibly be that selfish.

not to you, never.

it’s why he flinches away from your touch (no matter how much he yearns for it), soft and feather-light as it is, why he forces himself to look away from your wide eyes, your expression that’s hurt but you smile through it anyway because you wear your heart on your sleeve and you’re so gentle and kind and loving-

and he can’t.

and maybe that’s what his love for you is meant to be, in this lifetime. a love that seeps through skin and blood and bone. a love that lingers like an illness, because he can’t let you.

a blessing.

(and it’s only when the end is near that he gathers the delicate flowers into his arms, holds them close to his chest. this is the closest he can ever let you be.

and as his eyes flutter shut for the last time, he dares to hope-

perhaps, in another life.)

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luciawithoutj · 7 months ago

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Hey hi hello!

I have some things to say about new merch and jo merch in general so this is gonna be a litrle longer post and actually I think I should cange my semiotics theme (which is already about jo) about how bad their merch design is.

First of all little disclaimer: this is all my humble opionion based on what I learned in my one year of being graphic design student and an artist and designer on the internet for last 4-5 years. Before going to uni I learned most of about art and graphic design stuff by reading books and watching tons of yt videos. Second of all this critic is just coming from place of love for this band because I see so mucb potential and they could do some amazing merch designs if they give it a chance and I am fully aware how expensive the touring is and why they had to cut the quality of merch products.

So far my favorite jo band merch designs are cds (that probably required some designer to make), condoms (because they are really funny, genius, nicely designed and unique merch that fit the vibe of the band and matches their songs as well) and the new tshirt from last merch drop (which design is made by one slovenian fanartist : link.

Main reason that made me want to speak up is seeing that this merch drop will only have 100 products (my friend said that could mean 20-ish shirts per size) which how big this fandom has gotten in last year is pretty really dam limited. For a limited product I am really disappointed and I hoped for more. For such a limited product that design is the most default design they could have gone for and I am so sorry for Damon because his work is goregous, amazing, breathtaking and I could talk about it for ages and how inspiring it is but this shirt design isn't serving.

If they wanted to do bare minimum of design with those 5 images here is some of my ideas (unfortunately I don't have time to visually show them to yall on a mock ups because of finals that I should be studying for instead of writing this so try to imagine what I am trying to say and demonstrate). First is just simple instead of white choose black shirt or even better a thisrt. If you want it to go a stepp further is using their name logo font (font name is Avaline btw if anyone wants to download and use it for their designs :))) and either put it how they did when they promoted the everybody's waiting or to write idk therapy sessions or anything related to the band or it can even be some inside joke.

Something like this would make design just a bit more intersting but still bare minimum but amazing for regular merch. If they want to go a step further but want to keep the long sleeves (this idea was suggested by few people I talked too) they could put pictures vertically on the sleeves. I would find it a bit cooler if it is on the right sleeve out-side and then they put their band logo (the heart one) on the left side of the shirt where people's hearts normally are.

After exams I would definitely like to try to make some designs and just limit myself with this 5 pictures and play with typography and photoshoop to make something interesting.

Another I want to mentioned is how in my humble opinion if you are gonna sell limited edition either make it really pretty or good quality or really cursed and funny with inside jokes.

I think people (and me first) would eat tshirts (but also other merch designs) with some cursed designs or just texts that say "sparklative" or "slay pose" or "I feel SloveNACE" (this 3 were suggested by amazing people in tumblr discord server) or even let Jan photoshoop their faces on most random picture. This 5 guys with their gen z humour could make and do some hilarious merch like how amazing idea the condoms are.

Last thing I want to say is how many amazingly talented fans are. I mean even Damon was so shocked and moved by amount of talent and art made in this community. Furthermore I know (some of them as online friends and mutuals, others as just artists from same fandom) who are also either graphic design students or they work in art/graphic design/entertainment fields and some of them (including myself) would be so happy to even make few merch designs or art for them for freee or for a ticket for their show. Personally I would die from happiness if I get a chance to work with my favorite band that inspires me so much everyday to the point people at my uni think I am from Slovenia and know slovenian because of how much I include them in my uni work and how much fanart and designs I made because of them in last 6 months.

I just think there is so much potential guys might not be aware of (Idk honestly because who knows what is going on backstage in their lives). But yeah they could have even asked Damon to help them with composition of the pictures on that shirt or even hire Racik to make some pretty art or any fanartist honestly. Here is just few links of my favorite fanartists who also do a lot of graphic design related stuff (and also some of them sell their products on their own websites/redbubble/etsy/inprint/etc) :

Tia <3

Roxanne

Vic

jo.kam_ (previously mentioned her design)

Lemon

yelecx

Racik (ofc)

There is probably more but my brain for hell of it won't remember any names so feel free to add in the comments or tags more artists <3

I could probably go more in depth and give more ideas how to improve merch designs the cheapest and best way as possible but still trying to keep the quality good as it needs to be. I know there is still gonna be people fighting for this shirts and people are still gonna buy their merch but just it hurts my art/designer soul seeing this bad designs when there is so much potential and they have amazing fans and amazing crew and they work with so many talnted people and they themselves are so talented and their music inspired so many and so much.

Thanks everyone for coming to my TedTalk. <3

Actually now I am thinking and from just talking about jo work from design and semiotics perspective for that semiotics seminar I could just focus on their merch design and go more in detail about it and if yall want when it is done and I translate it in english I could share it here for people who want to read about it. Let me know I guess.

Also if someone is interested my art and design insta is lucia.without.j and my redbubble is lucia-without-j and my dms are always open if someone wants to chat or complain about anything art, design, joker out or any other fandom I am in related.

P. S. I am so sorry for any spelling mistakes and if what I said doesn't make sense. English isn't my first language.

#joker out #kris guštin #bojan cvjetićanin #jan peteh #nace jordan #jure maček #damon baker #new merch #graphic design #merch design #lucia is yapping again

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princessb4mbi · 2 years ago

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╰─▸ ❝ MY WAY OF SAYING "THANKS"

𖦹 tags black!femreader, dilf!jotaro, age gap (reader is in 20s, jotaro being in his 40s), reader is in college. oral sex (fem reciving), meandom!jotaro, teasing, cursing and squirting?... there’s also an imbalance of power. extremely ooc jotaro & jolyne. dead dove do not eat

𖦹 synopsis You’ve been Jolyne’s close friend for years, but never paid attention to her family. Who would’ve thought that she had a banging hot father?

𖦹 word count 3.5k [about 13 mins]

𖦹 a/n hello! If this blows up, no spoilers about jjba.. i have not watched past part 4 as this is being made, so i am not 100% of how part 5 or 6 has gone on. THANKS!! (also jotaro is in his part 4 outfit. thxx) [story below the cut]

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“So, y/n, are ya comin’ to my apartment later today?” Jolyne asks she puts her stuff in her car. “Maybe... I have to study for my chem final so I don’t know if I can stay for long,” you respond gripping the strap of your bookbag. She gives you are sarcastic frown, whining in response. She puts a hand on your arms, rubbing it up and down gently. “C’monnn… you know.. my dad will be in town for this week.” You furrow your eyebrows. Obviously, you knew about Jolyne’s family, and even been to her house many times, but her father has never been at home. You can’t even recall if you caught a glimpse of her father. You don’t even know his name. You only know her father by ‘Mr. Kujo’.

“I’m shocked, since when did you care about your dad being in town?” You question the bright green-haired girl. Jolyne leans back on her car, making her a bit shorter. “Look, I know I don’t talk about him a lot, but this is the first time that my dad has actually made an interest in seeing me,” She said sternly. “If you don’t want to come that’s fine, but for some reason, I don’t want to be alone with him. As weird as that is..” She continues on.

You close your eyes and think. It’s one thing to meet Jolyne’s dad because it happens, but it’s another thing to meet Jolyne’s dad because you’re meant to clear the air. However, it’s Jolyne. You’d do anything for her. “Ok.. but if I go to your apartment, I have to sleep over, ok?” Jolyne squeals in excitement. “Like I’d say no to that?” She gives you a warm hug and then opens her car door to get inside. She turns on her car and then rolls down the windows.

“I love ya so much! I’d passionately make out with you if I didn’t have an errand to run.. see ya!” She winks at you then rolls her car window back up. She pulls out of the parking lot, leaving you alone. You sigh. This better be worth it.

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You walk up to the front of Jolyne’s apartment door, smiling to yourself at the cute decor she’s put on the door. You ring the doorbell, with the door opening a near second later. Jolyne, wearing an oversized graphic tee with long pajama pants, lounges at you. “I’m so grateful you came! I’m not gonna’ lie to you, but I was tracking down your location as well..”

“What?” You say in confusion. “It’s that serious?”

“Well.. no. But, ya’know!” She says lifting her eyebrows up as if she’s indicting something you can’t grasp.

“Since when did you have my loca-” You’re cut off by Jolyne dragging you inside by your arm, and closing the door soon after. You take off your jacket, revealing your tight-fitting shirt. Jolyne turns around to face you a small smirk creeps up her face. “Free the nipples huh?” She says puzzlingly. You shake your head no. “Ah. So you just have no bra on. Well, not like I have a dress code here anyways.” She walks to her kitchen, picking up something from her microwave. You set your bag aside and plop down on her soft velvet couch.

“Want sum’ pizza rolls? It’s homemade..” Jolyne says blowing on one.

“Nah, I already ate the bookstore.” Jolyne shrugs and sets her plate down on the coffee table. You sit back up and open your bag, pulling out your laptop and your iPad. “You mind if I watch some TV?” You nod no as you go back to your screen, memorizing and writing as much material as you can.

The two of you continue to be in your own worlds until you are interrupted by the ring of Jolyne’’s doorbell. “That’s him. I’ll get it.” Jolyne says nervously as she rubs her hands together walking up to the door. You hear a faint exchange of ‘hellos’ from the door, but it’s nothing crazy to take you out of your work. You hear the door close and then the shuffle of footsteps. “Not too bad,” You hear a deep, raspy voice say.

“I didn’t know you had someone over, Jolyne.”

You look over to see Jolyne’s dad and meet eyes with possibly the most handsome man you’ve seen. He is tall, really tall. With a very defined jawline, and dark eyebrows. Not to mention, his eyes. His gorgeous green eyes. You swear you can stare into them for hours. You were too busy just admiring his looks and didn’t notice a small smile creeping up his face. “I would assume you greet people by just staring?”

You close your laptop right away then get up and pat yourself of dust that was never there to begin with. “I-I’m sorry... Mr. Kujo,” You manage. He extends his hand towards you, seemingly expecting a handshake from you. “Oh... It’s y/n.., sorry.” You stutter.

“It’s ok.” He says sternly.

“Well then.. uhm... Dad,” Jolyne speaks up. She gestures for him to sit on the couch, in an attempt to make him comfortable. You start to pack up stuff, feeling too awkward and too embarrassed to stay for another minute. The silence was also terrible, so that was another sign for you to move somewhere else.

“You don’t have to leave.” He says abruptly. His voice was just so… demanding yet calm? You couldn’t explain it, but everything about him was just you obey what he says or face punishment. Honestly, he made you nervous. Extremely nervous. And he noticed that.

“Yeah y/n… you don’t have to leave at all,” Jolyne says, making a “stay right fucking here” face that only you can see. You place your stuff back down on the table. Since there was really nowhere else to sit and you didn’t want to sit on Jolyne’s cold ass floors, you were forced to sit next to Mr. Kujo. But you left a great amount of space between you two. Jolyne’s eyes brightened. She had an idea. It probably isn’t a good one too. It’s an idea she does a lot, that annoys you to your core.

“I actually made you some food for you, but I placed it in the fridge since I didn’t want to leave it out for long so…” Oh my god. No way she was bailing on you. With her dad of all people. Jolyne starts to back up away from you and her dad, inching closer to the kitchen. “I will heat that up, so just… converse with y/n! She’s a fun girl if you get to know her well.” And with that, Jolyne is fully in the kitchen, successfully avoiding a situation by making you her bait.

There are about two moments of silence before Mr. Kujo takes the remote to turn on the TV and play something random. I guess that's his own way of killing the silence huh? “What do you study?” He speaks suddenly again.

“Huh?”

“Yare Yare Daze..”

You have no idea what he just said, but with the way he said it, you can tell it wasn’t a good thing. He leans back on the couch a little more, but his sitting stance is still proper. You don’t know why you blank out in moments like these, because now you look like an idiot to Jolyne’s dad. A man you’ve just met.

More moments of silence continue, as the television show adds background noise. “Biology. I plan to be a vet after graduate school,” Mr. Kujo turns his head at you, giving you his full attention. He lifts an eyebrow in amusement. “Say, I actually majored in Biology myself,” You chuckle, shocked at the fact that someone like him would actually go into a major like that.

“If you ever need help with anything, you can call me.”

What? Call him? Mr. Kujo clears his throat. “I mean… it’s a hard subject. You’re better off getting help for free rather than paying for a tutor.” You nod your head in agreement. “Thank you… do you want me to give you my number or?...” You ask, hoping he gives you his number instead for some strange reason. “Give me your phone, I’ll put my digits in there.” You comply, handing him your phone. You scoot closer to him to make sure nothing pops up on your phone, like when you are showing something to your parent on your phone. You look at him putting in his number, then look at his face. God, he is so handsome. It might be wrong to think this, but when you see someone attractive, you see someone attractive. That’s just natural.

“Here, I put my number in there.” Mr. Kujo hands you back your phone. You look at it and see a new contact card. “Jotaro?”

“Yes, that is my first name.” He says blankly. “You don’t have to call me ‘Mr. Kujo’... no one close to me does.”

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment. “Sorry…”

“Sorry, what?”

Your eyebrows twitch in confusion. Sorry what? What do I say? You and Mr. Kujo look each other in the face. With Mr. Kujo looking like he wants you to do something for him.

“Oh. Sorry, Jotaro.” He looks away, seemingly satisfied with you calling him Jotaro. Maybe calling him ‘Mr. Kujo’ made him uncomfortable, considering how no one else does, and it’s probably too formal in general. But wait a minute. What could he have meant by nobody close to him calling him that? Are you two suddenly friends even though there was an awkward exchange between you two?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the smell of lasagna, specifically Jolyne bringing it out onto his diner table. “I know it may be a little late to eat this, but it won’t kill us to be like Garfield for a day.” She takes out three plates, presumably for us to eat. “It’s okay. I already ate myself Jolyne.” Jotaro says bluntly.

Jolyne looks at Jotaro, undoubtedly upset by her father’s sentence. She looks down at the food, then looks back at you. “Oh. Well, y/n, do you want some?” Knowing you can’t leave her in the dark like this, you nod your head yes in an attempt to lift Jolyne’s spirits. It seemed to work because she poured herself a plate as well. Jolyne places you and her plates of food on the coffee table, then sit on the floor. You can’t see Jotaro’s face anymore, but you can’t help but feel like he is burning a hole through your shirt. Your phone buzzes and you flip it over to see the notification. It was a text message from Jotaro.

Thank you.

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Jolyne sleeps soundly as you sit at her desk, finishing up your studying. You check the time, 11:45 pm. It was late. You wondered if Jotaro had left already, considering how the both of you went to Jolyne’s room around 10 pm. But you didn’t hear the door open or close. Deciding to answer your curiosity, you walk out of her room, looming down her dark hallway. There you see Jotaro, still awake, with his focus on the TV. His posture is a lot more lax than before, his legs spread and he even has his hat off. He turns over to you. “I didn’t know you were still awake.” He pats the couch, signaling for you to go sit next to him. You obey, sitting down next to him without a word.

Once again, silence ensues. It’s not like you’re bad at starting conversations, you’re just bad at starting conversations with him. “Look, I just want to say thank you,” Jotaro bursts out. You look at him, seeing him already looking at you. “For what? I-I didn’t do much other than make things awkward.” You say nervously. This was weird. You were appreciative of the fact that Jotaro is thanking you, but it was weird because you have no idea what he was thanking you for.

“I’m not thanking you because of today, I’m thanking you for the years you stuck by Jolyne,” He says warmly. “I wasn’t around much in her life, and I’ve missed important moments for her, but even then, she wasn’t alone. She had you.”

You stare down at your thighs, unable to think of what to say. You didn’t know what to think, he just admitted to being an absent father and is thanking a mere 22-year-old for being around his daughter for over a decade. You want to pity him, considering how Jolyne excused his actions by saying that it was for the benefit of her and her mom, but Jolyne really needed him at times. “You may not have the greatest thoughts of me but, I still want you to know that I am indebted to you, y/n.”

“It’s nothing, but you’re here now. Stay. For Jolyne’s sake.” Jotaro nods his head and then turns his attention back to the TV. 30 minutes of pure silence and the show that Jotaro was watching occurs. Making yet another awkward moment between you two. You look at the clock on the wall. 12:15 am. “Well… it’s getting late so, maybe I should hit the hay?” You say to break the silence. You stand up from the couch until you feel a large, warm hand grab your wrist. “Wait,” Jotaro says. His voice just went an octave lower than it is, and you swear you went weak from that. He stands up from the couch, making you realize just how tall he is. (a/n - my 6’5 daddy ahhhh 🤪😝) He removes his grip from your wrist, but stands in front of you, blocking any way of you walking away from him. His body is no more than 4 inches away from yours, and the smell of his rather earthy cologne fills your nose.

“I didn’t explain my appreciativeness properly earlier…” He says, leaning his face about 2 inches from yours. Your brain wasn’t comprehending what was going on, but you know that you want whatever will happen in the next 10 seconds. “Let me thank you properly.”

Jotaro places his hands over your face and passionately kisses you. As if by instinct, you kiss him back, leaving your mouth agape so that his tongue can explore your mouth better. You slowly droop down onto the couch, with Jotaro not breaking the kiss between you two. You both sit on the couch, Jotaro is hunched over you, letting the once-passionate kiss become rough. He then backs away leaving a string of saliva between the two of you. He places his big hands over your top, slipping it off. Since you weren’t wearing a bra, your breasts were already in view for him. He gets close and sucks on them, circling and nibbling at your nipple. “So fucking perfect…” He mumbles. He backs away from your breasts, then scoots farther down the chair.

“This may be sudden, but would you let me eat your pussy?” He asks sternly.

You were quick to comply, fixing your body flat, with your crotch facing Jotaro. Jotaro removes your pants, revealing your bright pink panties. He rubs your clothed clit with his thick thumb, you slightly arching your back to the feeling. You bite your bottom lip to contain your moans, but you can’t help a couple of whimpers come out. Jotaro then takes off your panties, leaving you completely naked for him. He stares at your naked body and smiles. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? You practically gave me a boner when you saw me enter.” He goes up to kiss your neck and leaves a few hickeys, making his way down your body. “Those pretty eyes of yours, I want to ruin that look so bad…”

Jotaro is now face-to-face with your pussy, leaving his mouth slightly agape making you feel hot air on your sensitive clit. The feeling of the air on your nub makes your body tingle, with you shifting your legs around. Jotaro places a firm grip on your thighs, keeping the lower portion of your body in place. “Please… Jotaro..” You whine, desperately wanting him to eat you out. “Patience baby, you’re just not wet enough for me…” He responds.

Are you serious? You are about ten seconds away from pushing Jotaro’s head into your pussy and clamping your thighs shut, but if he wasn’t as scary as he was then you seriously would’ve done it. “Please... Jotaro,” At this point, you’re a crying, whimpering mess. As bad as it is, you didn’t even care if Jolyne heard either. All you wanted right now, was for Jotaro to devour you like you’re his last meal on Earth. Jotaro chuckles mischievously.

He licks a long stride down your pussy. A sinful moan comes out from your mouth. Jotaro tightens his grip, “Shut up… you don’t want to wake Jolyne up, do you?” He brings your thighs closer to his face, sensing the prickly feeling of his stubble on your soft thighs. Jotaro slowly licks circles around your clit, torturing you with the pace he’s going at. You engulf your hands in his dark curly locks and slowly grind yourself on his tongue. “So fucking impatient.” He mumbles, deciding to pick up his pace and send his tongue up and down your pussy.

You bite down on a pillow to contain your moans, because at this point your lips hurt too much from attempting to keep your moans. Jotaro is swirling his tongue around every crevice of your pussy as he can, even sticking it into your wet hole. Although it can’t go far, his nose is so close to your clit that you can feel him breathing on it ONTOP of him putting his tongue inside your hole. The sound is ungodly, the noise from the TV being replaced by the sound of slushing and Jotaro’s low but audible growls.

“Fuck you taste so good…need you to cum on my tongue. Now,” He grunts, fucking his tongue against your throbbing numb clit. You had planned to hold your climax just a little bit for how he teased you earlier, but the tone of his voice implied that he was serious, and he was going to make you cum on his command. Whether you want to or not.

“Don’t get any smart ideas, I’ll use my fingers if I have to,” He says moving one of his hands closer to your crotch. You weren’t going to disobey, seeing how you aren’t in the position to decline, and he was making you feel insanely good. At this point, you’re gripping onto Jotaro’s hair, and shoving his face into your cunt, as if he’s your vibrator. He’s not complaining either, hearing how there are feral moans coming out from him too. “You like this? You like how I’m devouring your wet little pussy hm?” He muffles, sending you over the edge. Your clit begins to jitter, signaling that you are close to climaxing.

“Mmm.. m’ so close, Taro..” you whine, begging him to slow down his pace. Jotaro isn’t budging, however. You were feeling so many mixed emotions at this point, letting go of the pillow and moaning freely. How would Jolyne respond if she saw her dad's face deep into her best friend’s pussy? Was a thought that swelled in your head, but… it turned you on. “I’m gonna..cum Taro p-please..” You whimper. You relax your head back as you reach your climax, clamping Jotaro’s head with your thighs and your feet shaking in response. Fuck. Not only did Jolyne’s dad just give you head, but it was a leg-shaking one at that.

Jotaro releases his grip and begins to sit up straight. As you sit up straight, you notice what appears to be a droplet of liquid on his chin. “I didn’t know you were like that, but I’m not bothered by it..” He says as he wipes his chin with his hand. You look down to see an obvious boner in his pants. You slide your hand across his thigh but he stops you with his hand. You look up at him to see his face. “It’s quite obvious that I don’t have sexual… tendencies… with the friends of my daughter but, you’re a different case. Jolyne has talked about you a lot, and in all honestly, I’ve been waiting to meet you.” He says with a visibly frustrated face.

“As much as I’d desire to take things further, I know once I start, I won’t stop. Regardless if someone sees… you get my gist?” You nod your head in agreement. “Great. So can you put on your clothes and go to sleep with Jolyne as if I wasn’t eating you out about 2 minutes ago? I’m sure you can handle that for me, baby.”

You pick up your clothes and put them on, fixing yourself to normal. You give Jotaro one final look then you start to walk back into Jolyne’s room. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing as Jolyne is still sound asleep. You crawl into her bed and cuddle her. In the end, you felt wrong but not at the same time. Jotaro didn’t only make you orgasm, but squirt as well? Not even a regular hookup you had with a frat boy could make that possible for you.

I guess Jolyne was right in a sense when she said older men do it best.

#anime smut #jjba smut #jjba fanfic #jotaro x reader #jotaro smut #jotaro x reader smut #jotaro kujo

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soobinzzwallet · 7 months ago

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Be my baby ? જ⁀➴

Jake is head frat boy and you need someone to help you get rid of your ex (frat) boyfriend. Jake loves you secretly but do you? And as much as him?

What better situation to be in :D

frat boy Jake x reader

TW: violence, rumors, abuse, slutshaming

note ♡ : Enjoyyyy! I might do part 2

♡ 8:20 PM

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Summer is back, the weather is more sunnier and warm on the skin and that means bikini's out and more house parties are back. More frat house parties. Where the craziest shits happen as in dealing,stripping and whipping out you know what.

For you hell only begun now, since you broke up with your ex "k". He has been bugging you left and right about how you're missing out or you lost a diamond. A diamond? Please he was a peace of shit. Cheated on you multiple time with diff' girls. You did Not take that.

But unfortunately for you, you couldn't just be alone and weep about the heartbreak. Your friend Yunjin obviously had to drag you to another frat party that oh by the way your ex is also part of. Yeah life sucks right now for you. But you couldn't say no to Yunjin. She'll kill you if you said the simple word of two letters n and o , " no" .

She wore a black skirt witha silver top that also had diamonds on them along with glitter. She also had black boots on along with a black and silver belt around her tiny waist and silver jewelries ofc.

You wore a black short who covered enough with ripped black leggings under the shorts. You also wore a graphic black T-shirt your dad use to own and over that a black zipper with your black converse. And for jewelries you only had your silver rings and chains. They're casual.

You don't eve know how she got them to let you in. I mean you weren't the typical girl they would invite. Even when you were still in a relationship with K, He would barely bring you. You had no problem with it tho. You felt uncomfortable going there. You'd rather read your books and stay in your cozy room and sleeping in your amazing bed.

But here you are... at a frat party where your ex is a member of. God please pray for me. The booming sounds of the music was clrear from blocks away now imagine if you were actually at the house party. When you arrived before getting out of the car you let out a big ass sigh. Because tonight was really going to be a long night for you.

♡ 8:50 PM at the frat house party

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When you pulled up to the house you got hitt with a wave of smoke and a song scent of alcohol and aybe even drugs. You already begun to hate the decision you made to come to the party. Why does Yunjin have such a big effect on you? You're never able to say no to her, EVER! " Hey, let's go imma introduce you to my friends " she said.

You already knew her other girl friends who were mostly girlfriends of frat boys. They didn't like you for some reason, everyone if not most people thought you were a lesbian. And just because of a stupid rumor that K spreaded after y'all broke up. To save his ass and try to make people think he was a victim. "GUYS, this is Y/N. Y/N these are my firends, heeseung,jake,sunghoon,and jay my babyyy " she said.

they all introduced themselves and you did too. After that the one called Jake, he looked like a puppy more specifically a golden retriever. He had a black T-shirt and silver chainds and rings and a grey,blue mixed colors pants. They looked good on him, he looked good too. He was a solid 10/10 not gonna lie. He pointed at you in utter excittement " Hey our favorite lesbian ". Wich by the way he said it too loudly. You closed your eyes and internally rolled them and cursed under your breath before answering.

" I'm not a lesbian, it's just some stupid rumor!" you said trying to explain, hoping they would understand your situations. But you doubt it since they're prob friend with k. I mean they're in the same fraternity so, isn't that obvious that they would rather believe their own "brother". You just sighed again for the nth time today and decided to go look around the house and find a nice spot to chill.

You grabbed yourself a bottle of coke to have some sort of company while looking around. It was the usual college parties, drunk boys and girls. Dealers dealing , drinking , alcohol. A lot of alcohol and people being freaky in front of everyone ew. After a whie you thought you found a spot it was outside in the garden on a little secluded area from the rest.

You had a chair in hand from the bar and used it to sit on it and drink your coke while waiting for Yunjin to get done with whatever she's doing right now. You started rinking and enjoying the vieuw you had it was pretty. The stars were twinkling and they were beautiful too. It was when you almost finished your coke that you felt like you were hungry so you got back in and left the chair and the coke to go grab something to eat " maybe a cake would be good " you thought.

Your rushed trough the kitchen and trough the waves of bodies of drunk college boys and girls. It was when you almost got to your destination when suddenly a hand turned you around it was him. K grabbed your wrist and turned you around to look at him.

" Let me go! What do you want? "

" What the fuck are you doing here huh? "

" That doesn't fucking matter, let me go! "

" Oh don't worry i already know, you came here to slut around right? Trying to fuck the head frats huh? With your slutty bitch ass friend Yunjin-

SLAP!

You slapped him. You weren't going to take his shit anymore, no not anymore! But K didn't take that well, this time he choked you and pushed you to the wall. He put a lof of pressure in his hands that were on your neck. Since he was bigger and stronger than you, the pressure was even more. You almost couldn't breathe anymore and almost gave up when-

BLATCH!

A bat was smacked into his head, k fell down immediatly he was now unconscious big time. You looked at your savior trough hooded eyes, the ffect was still hard on you but it became better slowly.

" Are you okay? "

you didn't respond, couldn't actually...

" Y/N are you okay? " you remembered that voice. It was jake one of yunjin's friends. The one that looked like a golden retriever. He picked you up with a little grunt and set you on a table not far from where you guys justs standed. He took your face in his hands and checked for any bruises.

" Can you please send me somewhere,please? " you asked him and he let you go telling you to lead the way. And you did, you walked back to the area a little further away from the partying people. Soon you noticed that your coke bottle was now empty. " Oh uhm yeah sorry i drank that " he paused and continued " what happened back there? If you feel comfortable telling me ofcourse. " you responded.

" My ex is crazy, i caught him cheating and he was a pussy and started spreading rumors about me and harassing me. Because he thought i would tell other people about it " you said between little pauses.

There was a long pause until he responded " there might be a solution for this " you raised an eyebrow at him and then you suddenly realised how close y'all were to each other. So close that it'll seem that you were kissing each other. You just kept looking at him. When suddenly he closed the gap between y'all and kissed you hard. I'm saying hand on your waist that also wanted to travel to your butt but didn't.

" The solution is be my girl, baby " he said smirking at you.

♡ 9:20 PM

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No proofread

Also it's ike 1 AM here 😭😭 my sleeping schedule is fucked up

#enhypen #kpop #jake enhypen #sim jaeyun #sim jake #frat boy #enha x reader #enha fluff #enha imagines #enhypen fluff #friends to lovers #fake dating #soobinzzwallet

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elyrch · 7 months ago

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Dating Geto Headcanons

a/n: silly goofy guy geetoe. ive got a love-hate relationship w him.

okay, so if you're dating him, you're probably gonna have to be chill with the whole cult thing, and especially curses and all that entails. if not, i don't think he would be okay with it to be honest, especially if you don't really share his ideals or care about his whole eating curses thing.

if you are okay (or don't know) about that stuff, great! he's got money, enough to give you most things you want, and is pretty good at making you feel safe. since you know. the whole curses thing.

often, you'd have to participate in events for the cult. not necessarily sacrifices if that's not your thing, but you would likely have to attend ceremonial feasts and stuff. it's safe to say that every member holds you in the same high regard as geto- especially since he told them that if they were mean to you, they'd be in major trouble.

he's pretty unserious at times. if nothing serious is going on, he can tease you for stuff that's happened- say you said the wrong thing instead of something else or whatever- and he never lets you live it down. he's quite creative with it, too.

sometimes, he feels like pure shit- especially after eating a curse. to him, it tastes like rusted iron, clay, and the mudflaps on an eighteen-wheeler (with the mud, dirt, whatever on them, of course). it burns his mouth, and the first few times, he coughed so hard he lost the contents of his stomach. a lot of the time, he had to rest for weeks after doing this, since the thought of eating was enough to make him keel over.

if you take care of him during these times, he loves you. pure and simple. he'll sit back while you prepare food for him, even if he knows he won't keep it down. he makes you hand feed him, but hes so sweet all the time- and takes care of you when you're sick. he's a great nurse, actually.

while nursing you back to health, he does his best to make you take your medicine. sometimes, you don't want to- and he'll give you a deal. sometimes, he'll give you cuddles in return, or your favorite food (he was gonna cook it anyway), or buying you gifts.

overall 7/10 i'm not entirely sure about the whole cult thing. also if you embarrass him in front of his followers he'd grip your arm like some mothers would do in public as a warning.

thank you for reading! please reblog if you enjoyed!

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#geto suguru #jjk suguru #jjk geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader

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corazondebeskar-reads · 11 months ago

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you know you never stood a chance - deleted scene #1.5

you know you never stood a chance series

deleted scene #1.5: because you look so fine

series masterlist

Joel Miller x f!reader

Words: 3.5k

Summary: set in the middle of deleted scene #1 (after Joel & Ellie come home but before you move in with them). Joel's acting weird lately.

Warnings: established relationship, technically spoilers for tlou pt 2 but no one goes golfing, poor communication, p in v, two idiots at the end of the world, fluff, tooth-rotting over the top fluff in the only way two assholes know how, oral (m&f receiving), brief Tommy & Maria cameos, a few butt slaps, good ole southern hospitality, when i started this i meant for joel to play guitar but sadly he does not.

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Joel’s been a little weird lately. In a very Joel way.

Or maybe not. You’re not really sure what to think of it.

Ever since that first day when he walked you home from dinner, and you didn’t invite him in, he’s been… awkward.

Or maybe he hasn’t. You don’t really know Joel. It’s a startling realization you had after he left that night.

You lived with him for six months and traveled the country with him, but neither of those were very good representations of him. When you shared the apartment, you only saw him to fuck. You didn’t hang out shooting the shit or have riveting conversations about current events over breakfast.

When you were out of the QZ with him and Tess, there was no talking. Not a single unnecessary word. He and Tess communicated silently. You were on a need-to-know basis and never had a need-to-know.

And those months traveling with Ellie? Well, you’d learned a little more about him, but also, he was under such intense stress that you’re not sure how much was Joel and how much was the situation.

He’s been a lot nicer since he got back to Jackson. Well. Maybe nicer isn’t the right word.

He’s been more talkative and smiled more. Most of the time, when he opens his mouth, though, it’s to be a sarcastic ass.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

And, okay, maybe you do know him.

You decide maybe you’re the one being weird, so you let it go until the weirdness intensifies one Friday night.

Tommy had you both cornered at the mess on Thursday. “So y’all are coming to the Bison tomorrow, right? Ernie came back with a couple of guitars to try to round out the act.”

Joel perks up at this, and you watch him carefully. He’s never seemed interested in whatever goes on at the pub. “They work?”

“They need some love,” Tommy says. “Reckon you might be able to fix ‘em up?”

“Shit,” Joel says, the curse drawn out and low as he thinks. “I might. He gonna let me come ‘n take a look at ‘em?”

“You could probably swing by tonight; see if any of ‘em can be saved.”

Joel eyes your empty plate. “C’mon, I’ll walk ya home first.”

“The Bison is closer than my house,” you say, utterly perplexed by the way this conversation has gone. “I can walk myself.”

“Nah, that’s okay. I’ll come back after.”

You think it’s kind of silly but he’s insisted on walking you home every day. Every day that you don’t end up in his bed, anyway.

Every time, he holds your hand. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you let the warm summer silence lead you.

He always kisses you goodnight. Never as chaste as the first time, but never letting it get out of hand, either. He doesn’t ask to come in. He doesn’t try to start anything.

He’s respecting your boundaries, you think, and it’s kind of weird. But good weird.

Tonight, he lingers with his arms draped loose around your hips, holding you close there but letting you lean your upper body back against the siding. He’s got a look on his face that you can’t identify.

After a moment, he narrows his eyes and jostles you a little with one arm. “Gonna come with me to the Bison tomorrow?”

“Since when do you go to Friday Night Live?” you tease.

He scowls. “Since tomorrow.”

“You can’t say since tomorrow; that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, I just said it, didn’t I?” His face twists into something you do recognize.

“Hey,” you pout. “Why’re you mad?”

“M’not mad. Will you stop teasin’ me and answer the question?”

You’re so lost it’s not funny. But now you recognize the first expression. He was defensive.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be a dick. Sure, Joel, if you’re goin’, I’ll come out and see what the fuss is.”

“Don’t gotta try to be something you just are,” he says. There’s a hint of a smirk lurking.

You bite down a smile, rolling your eyes.

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He leans down to kiss you.

“Whoa, mister. You already got a goodnight kiss. Getting greedy?”

He bites at your lip. “Hush,” he scolds, helping himself to several kisses. “That one expired. Gotta make it up to me.”

You’re grinning stupidly, now, but so is he. “Alright, you big baby. One more.”

But he stands up straighter and kisses your forehead instead. “G’night,” he murmurs.

As always, he waits until you’re inside with the door locked before he leaves.

You lie awake for too long, tucked in and cozy, but kept up by the colony of butterflies that he seems to have let loose with all that kissing.

You’re getting ready to head down to the Bison when there’s a knock at your door. You’re trying not to think about how weirdly nervous you feel.

It’s probably just from the thought of the crowd. There’s a reason you haven’t bothered to check out the bar. Small spaces and big crowds aren’t your idea of a good time.

Maybe they were, once. You don’t really remember anymore. Now, they remind you of the hangings back in Boston.

And that’s a train of thought you’d like to derail, so the knock is a nice distraction.

When you open the door, it’s Joel.

“Oh, hey. Thought I was meeting you downtown.”

“Figured I’d walk with ya,” he says. The words are almost mumbled, and he stands stiff just outside the door.

“Alright, gimmie a few, I was just gonna change.”

“Y’ain’t gotta do that, you look nice,” he says.

You raise your eyebrows. “Thanks?” And you gesture to where a pot of tomato soup had spilled down the side of your tee and then splattered across the bottom of your jeans when it hit the floor.

“Right,” he says.

“You can come in,” you say before heading up to your room.

You spend more time than you’d like picking something to wear. It’s those damn crowds, maybe, making you feel like you need to look nice.

In the end, though, you just pull on a clean tee and jeans with a flannel you’d nicked from Joel when you were out on the road. He hadn’t said anything about it so you figured he never even noticed. It helps, fortifying you against whatever’s making your heart beat out of your chest.

When you get back down, he’s standing in your kitchen. You stare, trying to force your brain to reboot and accept the image of him looming in your space.

He’s got a glass of water in one hand and the other wrapped tight over the edge of the basin.

“You okay?” you say.

He clears his throat and turns around. “Yeah, just needed this,” he gestures with the drink. “For, uh, for these.”

You blink a few times. There are flowers clutched in his other hand, stems trimmed to fit neatly inside.

“Okay,” you say with a shrug.

He sets the glass, now full of purple and yellow blossoms, on the counter.

“We better get going before Tommy sends a search party,” you tease, grabbing him by the belt loops. He lets you pull yourself in, leaning up for a kiss.

It’s syrupy, and his hands come to your waist so he can lick into your mouth, drawing soft moans from you both.

“There’s the hello I was lookin’ for,” he says. He looks you up and down. “Y’look real pretty, sweetheart.”

“You need your eyes checked, old man.” You move to the door, and he follows, waiting while you stuff your feet into your boots without bothering to untie them.

“Sure, let me just call the optometrist,” he rolls his eyes. “You know I like you in my clothes.” He’s patient while you lock the door, but as soon as your key is stowed in your pocket, he’s got your hands wrapped together.

It’s not until you’re sitting in the bar at a round table with Tommy and Maria that the gears finally come to a stop, and everything falls into place.

Joel’s dragged his chair to butt up against yours, and he’s got an arm slung around your shoulder. You’re leaning against him, talking to Maria about the equipment one of the patrol teams had found at an abandoned farm when your brain shorts out.

Of course, you don’t even get a second to process the thought before it spills from your mouth.

“Joel Miller,” you snap, sitting up and looking at him incredulously. “Is this a date?”

He pulls back a little, eyes wide and brows raised. “Yeah,” he says slowly, like he’s not the one that tricked you into this.

“Were you going to tell me?”

“I…” he looks wildly at Tommy and then back to you. “I thought you knew.”

“Let’s go get some drinks,” Maria says quietly. Her husband doesn’t get the hint, and she has to hiss in his ear about privacy before yanking him away from the table.

“You thought I knew? How would I have known?”

“I’ve been courtin’ ya for weeks,” he says, scowling. “Didn’t think I needed to spell it out for ya.”

“You’ve been what?”

He flushes a little but stands his ground. “Courtin’ ya. Y’know.”

“What are you talking abo—oh. Oh.” A lot of things are starting to make more sense. The flowers. The hand holding. The sweet partings. The way he pulls out your chair at the table.

“What the hell are you doin’ that for?”

He huffs a breath, arms folding across his chest. “Well, never mind.”

You take a deep breath, but it catches, stuttering in the suddenly humid room. “Can we talk about this outside?”

He must see it on your face because he puts a worried hand on your shoulder to steer you through the crowd.

Once in the open, soothed by the slightly cooler breeze, you cover your face with both hands.

“Joel,” you start.

“I was just tryin’ to do right by you this time around,” he tells the patch of grass under his boots.

You can’t help but smile just a little bit. “That’s sweet, but I don’t need you to do all that.”

He looks up at you, mouth still twisted down. But you see it for what it is again. Worry.

“You don’t have to try so hard, Joel; you already know I’m a sure thing.”

“I’m not just tryin’ to fuck you,” he snaps. His hands are clenched into fists, and he won’t look at you now. “I’m tryin’ to… I’m tryin’ to show you—”

You step closer, and he doesn’t shy away, but he does shut his mouth. You wrap your fingers back around his belt loops. “I know,” you say. “But I don’t need all that. I just need you. Just you.”

“I’m no good at this,” he grumbles.

“At what?”

“At… this,” he puts his hands on your hips. “At bein’… at relationships,” he finishes. His ears are red. “Never was.”

“Me neither,” you say. “But I’ve only had the one back before. You coulda lied and pretended to be a pro, and I’d never have known.”

He rolls his eyes and kisses the top of your head. “Just, are you… do you want to be—“

“Joel Miller, are you asking me to go steady?” you grin a little wickedly. “You wanna be my boyfriend? My boo? My beau?”

“Christ,” he says, wiping a hand down his face and groaning. He takes your hand and tugs, heading down the street.

You let him pull you along, still giggling and throwing everything you can think of at him as he weaves through the streets.

“You gonna call me shawty? Gonna make me your girl?”

He stops, and you run smack into him. “Yeah,” he says.

“What?” You hadn’t even realized you’d made it to his house, but he crowds you against it just to the side of the door. “You wanna call me shawty?” You can’t say you expected that.

He rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna make you my girl,” he says. His voice is low, with his head tucked close enough that his breath brushes your ear. One hand is on your hip, and the other is pushing the door open and sliding the key back into his pocket.

Shit, that was smooth.

“What? Ain’t got nothin’ smart to say now?”

You open your mouth, but only a squeak comes out, so you shut it and shake your head.

“Yeah? You wanna be my girl?”

Your throat’s so dry, you think you’d never had water, so you just nod a little, looking up at him through your lashes.

He smirks and kisses you, hands roaming as he walks you backward into the house. When he pushes you down onto the bed, you realize you don’t even remember climbing the stairs.

Or taking off your pants.

He makes quick work of your shirts and bra but then pulls the flannel back on you. You roll your eyes, but it quickly becomes involuntary when he runs a finger across your slit.

“Aw, sweetheart. You’re all wet. Somethin’ got you all worked up?”

But you aren’t so far gone yet that you can’t bite back.

“Yeah, turns out this hot guy has a huge crush on me, but he was too scared to ask me out. A shame, really.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Well, I really wanted to suck his dick, but I don’t date chickens.”

“Well, that’s just not very nice. You’re hurtin’ my feelings, sweetheart.”

“Big tough guy like you?”

His fingers brush against your clit for little more than a second before he pulls his hand away. “Yeah, I reckon you’re going to have to make it up to me.”

He stands up straight. “Get to it.”

You grin and bring your hands up to his belt, taking your sweet time to drag the end from the loop and tug it away from the buckle. You flick the prong back just as he growls his impatience.

He tugs it out of the loops and tosses it on the ground as you slip the button loose and drag the pull down the teeth of his zipper one by one.

He grabs your chin, fingers digging dimples into your smug grin. “Think you’re bein’ cute, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to do a good job.”

“Gotta have it in your mouth to do a good job, sweetheart. I taught you how to suck dick better than this.”

He smirks when your eyes darken and you whimper a little at the memory. He lets go of your jaw and shoves two thick fingers in your mouth.

When he pulls them back out, he shows you how wet they are. “You’re fuckin’ droolin’ for it, sweetheart.”

“Uh huh,” you mumble. But your fingers are nimbler, making deft work of the zipper and tugging his pants down.

When his cock springs free, you waste no time swallowing it down. Damn. You had meant to drag it out and tease him.

“See? Ain’t that better?” He strokes your cheek before cupping the back of your head. “So fuckin’ pretty like this.”

You moan and look up at him through your lashes. He groans and pushes you down on his cock until your nose is buried in the thicket of hair at the base.

“Yeah? You feel pretty with my cock in your mouth?” His other hand cups under your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “My pretty girl,” he murmurs.

There’s a foreign ache in your chest. You use it to distract you while you choke on him, letting him fill your throat and mind.

He fucks you like that for a few minutes, pulling out abruptly. “Hands ‘n knees, sweetheart.”

You obey immediately, though you settle on your elbows instead, a pillow tucked between your arms and head. He gropes at your ass, squeezing and rubbing his hands over it before he gives it a few firm smacks.

As if he can sense the complaint you’re about to make, he spreads you apart and buries his face in your cunt. You forget all about your impatience—you may still yearn for his cock, but his tongue is a hell of a consolation prize.

He’s fucking ravenous. He nuzzles in—you’re absolutely going to have beard burn—and devours. Two fingers pump in and out of your cunt while he licks around and in, and you can’t really tell where he ends, and you begin. It’s all so wet and rough and blissful that you reach your orgasm in no time at all.

But he pulls away, yanking himself from you with heaving breath while you cry out in disappointment.

“Beg,” he growls, slapping your ass before starting to build you up again.

You do. You beg endlessly, pleas and whines and praise spilling from your lips, broken by gasps and cries, but when you’re close, he pulls away again.

He kisses your swollen labia when you nearly sob in frustration.

“Mean,” you peek over your shoulder at him so he can see your wet eyes and exaggerated pout.

“Yeah,” he smirks. “Just like you were earlier, teasin’ me.”

You gasp. “I made it up to you!”

He scoffs. “Yeah, but ya woulda sucked my cock anyway.”

Damn. He’s not wrong. That was as much for you as it was for him.

He’s stroking your clit gently, now, and you’re having a hard time keeping your brains in a line. Or ducks. Whatever it is, they’re not doing a very good job because you can’t remember what you’re mad about.

“Please,” you whimper.

“Please, what, sweetheart? You need my tongue back?”

“Yes—fuck,” you gasp as he stuffs three fingers in your cunt.

“Hmm. Better apologize.”

“I’m sorry!” you say immediately.

He shakes his head. “Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry I was teasing you, please, god-fucking—”

He’s sucking on your clit, pistoning his fingers hard enough that it almost matches the way his cock knocks your brain out.

Finally, finally, he doesn’t pull away. When you reach the edge, abdomen seizing, he works you through it and doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering on the other side.

He stands up, and you’d complain, but you’re too fucked out. Plus, he’s fully out of his jeans now, and all you have to do is stay like this, on your knees with your ass in the air.

He fists himself and drags the head up and down, parting you minutely but never slipping in. “Goddamn, you’re drippin’ for me.”

Your face is smushed into the pillow, but your moan is loud enough for him to hear.

“Whose cunt is this, sweetheart?”

“Wha?” you mumble.

He slaps your ass. “I said, whose pretty little cunt is this?”

“Yours, Joel.”

“And whose girl are you?”

You moan. “Yours, Joel.”

“That’s damn right.” He slams hard into you. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Joel. I’m your girl.”

“Fuck yeah you are,” he grunts, thrusting deep on each go, barely pulling out only to slam right in. “And I’m all yours, sweetheart.”

You’re embarrassed about it later when he teases you, but his words make you cum.

“That’s it, good fuckin’ girl, cum on my cock. Just how I like it.”

His hand rubs over your lower back as he talks you through it, and it spills over into another orgasm as you clench and shake around him.

His mouth is filthy tonight, peppered with the grunts and moans you love to soak in. His hands never leave you. Eventually, he stops to roll you over and fucks into you with your knees bent up to your chest. Your fingers dig into his arms desperately as the force of his thrusts knock the air out of you over and over and over.

“Fuck, sweetheart, cup your tits for me,” he pants, pulling out and holding his cock at the base while it weeps, and when you obey, he tugs once, twice, before covering them in his cum.

“Shit,” he says, chest heaving as he catches himself on one arm near your head, hovering over you. “Shit, sweetheart. So good to me.”

He lowers himself onto his side next to you and traces an idle finger through the mess on your chest.

“Did you just fucking write your name in cum on my tits?”

“No,” but he doesn’t tell you what he did write.

He kisses you instead, and you roll your eyes but kiss him back.

You wait until after he’s cleaned you both off and settled back in bed beside you.

“So what’s it gonna be? You gonna call me boo or babe? Or babycakes?”

He rolls his eyes. “Will you knock it off?”

“No,” you admit.

“‘Sides, I ain’t gotta come up with somethin’.”

You pour. “Why not? What if I want a cutesy nickname?”

He rolls onto his side and looks you in the eye. “Already call ya sweetheart, don’t I?”

You flush, heart stuttering. “Oh yeah,” you whisper.

“Good enough for ya?”

“Uh-huh,” you say. “It’s perfect… sweetcheeks.”

His pillow smacks you in the face, and you cackle.

*title from "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" by Jet

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x f!oc #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #tlou smut #tlou fic #the last of us smut #fic: you know you never stood a chance

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themuseinthewoods · 17 days ago

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Headcanons for Achilles as an older brother

I wrote a short story of Achilles comforting his younger sibling after Patroclus’s death and now I’m a little obsessed and I was bored, so here's some headcanons, cannot promise that they are good but this fandom deserves so much more attention.

Based majority on the Iliad(my grandparent got me the graphic novel version and I am obsessed) but also on Troy (2004) because Brad Pitt, okay? Any gender can read, mild cursing

Achilles x sibling!reader, Patroclus x cousin!best friend!reader

I personally believe that if Achilles had a younger sibling they would be the softer less harsh version of him who is a talented fighter but really just wants to be a pacifist or the shortest, attack dog vibes person ever with no inbetween

I do prefer the calmer, sweeter one so that's what I will be doing because the second is just funny to me

Let’s say you’re ten years younger then your brother

So lets be honest, ten year olds aren’t always the most excited when a new baby arrives

But since your mother is the literal goddess Thetis who handed her son tiny, little you and said “Achilles, my son, this is your little brother/sister/sibling. Can you protect them for me when I am not here?”

He is gonna carry that with him forever. Even when he becomes the prideful, warrior, who has no soft spots except wait he does, it's his sibling (and his cousin)

Obviously you're gonna be great at fighting, Achilles figures he will fall in battle even before the Trojan war. He wants you to be able to fight the bastards off yourself!

You’re bound to be best friends with Patroclus, you both are the chill ones in the family after all. Y’all are over there playing chess or something while Achilles is absolutely decimating armies.

Something that started when you were little and kept happening is hugs

Casual hugs, comforting hugs, protective hugs, welcome back hugs

All the while he’s glaring at everyone else because how dare they think he has a soft spot for his younger sibling! It is not like he publicly declared he would die before anyone hurt you when he was twelve.

Sometimes when you were younger you would get scared when he would get angry while he was training and due to that he does try to calm down when you ask him too.

After Patroclus dies, he realizes that while all he wanted to do was protect you, bringing you and your cousin to this war has done the opposite

Side note: he totally keeps you with him in his chariot or near him when in battle so that he can end anyone who tries to harm you.

Achilles also realizes that the thing that would hurt you the most would be losing him

For you. He tells himself he shall give up his shot at fame to protect you.

Congratulations, you have the most protective older brother ever.

Feel free to request something!

#troy 2004 #fanfic #fandom #gender neutral reader #gn reader #Achilles #Patroclus #platonic x reader #platonic relationships #headcanon #siblings

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tojisangrylittlething · 1 year ago

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three's a crowd - pm!dazai x reader

summary: you and dazai get yourself into some trouble, but that's the least of your problems at the moment.

wc: 1k

warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, some torture but nothing graphic

a/n: i recently watched a space western called firefly (really good go watch it) and found some inspiration. also this has been sitting in my drafts for a min i'm sorry if it sucks.

osamu dazai seems to really enjoy being the bane of your existence.

the deal was supposed to be easy. just charm the dealer and move on with your day. dazai insisted on coming, but him and his big mouth landed you both in trouble.

now here you are, bound to a table with the most insufferable being right next to you.

"ah, isn't this great bella? just you, me, and our torturer."

you looked to your right and dazai has his eyes closed, with a wide grin placed on his lips. you then look in front of you, seeing a large man in all black. he wears an empty expression, holding a remote in his large hands.

you rolled your eyes at his antics, growing more irritated by the second. "maybe if i was with chuuya this wouldn't have happened."

the man in black must have pressed the remote again, as you and dazai feel the electrical current surging throughout your bodies.

the grin slightly falters, but he brings it back to its full glory. "if you were with chuuya, you'd be too busy drooling over each other. seems to me you two just need to hook up and get it over with."

you two have been fighting for a few days. chuuya had stopped by your apartment just to drink some wine and catch up. you both have been friends for quite a while. you had been very busy with handling some business for the port mafia. you wanted to relax and dazai was off who knows where. you were laughing at something chuuya had said, and in he walks. eyes wide and an unsettling smile on his face.

"if you wanted to fuck chuuya, you just had to say so bella. here's a tip, he likes when you pull on his hair."

doesn't he trust you? how can he not see that you are absolutely feral for him? it actually hurts to think that is the conclusion he jumped to.

and at this moment? you just want to hurt him back.

"you know what? fine. if we make out of this-"

"when we make it out of this." dazai says, cutting you off.

glaring at him, you say "if we make it out of this, i'm going straight to chuuya's."

your bodies begin to buzz again. it hurts all over and you feel dazed. the torturer is watching you both, slightly confused by your odd...relationship.

dazai laughs at that, "oh yeah? is that so? what are you gonna have poor, ole chuuya do bella?"

you can feel the maniacal smirk growing on your face. you turn to him again, "i'm gonna drag him to bed and claim him. from what i remember, you seemed to love when i did that for you darling."

dazai finally looks over at you. his eyes are cold and empty, but that stupid smirk doesn't leave his face. "oh that's what you have planned? he's gonna fucking love that." he turns to the torturer, "do you see how they hurt me so?" the man just stares blankly at him.

you heard a loud thump behind the door. all three of you simultaneously look at the door.

the door then bursts open. in walks chuuya and there are a couple of bodies at his feet. the relief you felt was an understatement. you sighed in relief, and dazai spoke up "look bella! it's your boyfriend!"

chuuya rolls his eyes at dazai and says, "nice to see you too, you mackerel."

as chuuya walks forward, the man in black takes a step towards him. chuuya just raises his eyebrow at that, tossing a bag at the man that you just now saw. "this should be enough for them."

the man picks up the bag and opens it. inside, there is hundreds of dollars. enough money to secure your freedom.

the man grunts, "this is enough for one, but not both."

your face does drop at that. no matter how mad you may be with dazai, you would never want him to experience this. with your ability, it's not as bad for you. you can take the pain. you look at chuuya, "please, chuuya, don't be stupid about th-"

"them. i choose them." chuuya says very confidently.

you and the torturer's eyes widen.

"chuuya what the fu-"

"i made a promise." chuuya walks over and begins to undo your restraints. when your arms are released from above your head, your body collapsed. all the pain and exhaustion from using your ability taking over.

chuuya caught you, throwing an arm of yours around his shoulder.

"take care of my bella, she's important." you look up and see dazai looking at chuuya. the words he said were light, but the look on his face was dark.

"i will dazai, they're safe with me."

with that, you and chuuya begin to walk off. you couldn't help yourself from turning to face dazai once more. "but what about you?"

dazai lets out a hearty laugh. he looks at you with a loving gaze.

"i'll see you soon bella. still gotta know how chuuya takes to you topping him."

you immediately feel your cheeks start to warm up. your eyes widening and mouth dropping to the floor.

"as if they could." chuuya says, half dragging your body out of the room.

bonus:

"how many times do i have to fucking tell you 'samu, it's you! always been you." you seem to be screaming at the top of your lungs at this point.

your wrists are pinned above your head, sweat and tears pouring down your face. the air in the room is heavy and slightly sticky from the activities you and your boyfriend are getting up to.

osamu looks down at you with a playful grin, his eyes, however, say something different.

"i don't know my sweet, sweet baby. i think you're going to have to be louder than that."

#dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 9 days ago

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Hi Fiona! If you're still doing the Paul concert Bingo, I'd love to hear about the graphics and/or the non-tumblr beatles tinhattery :)

Hello, yes of course it's still going on <3 (sorry, had a long work day, here I ammmmmmmm)

The mixed bag of Paul's graphics:

His graphics are like 50% corny, 20% random and 30% good lmao.

The light shows combined with smoke are very cool.

For more rocky songs he sticks with abstract stuff that generally looks good I think

Sometimes he seems to straightup use stock footage lmao. Let Em In and Drive My Car come to mind. Also Lady Madonna has a lot of just pictures of mothers and daughters (with a blink and you miss it Linda + daughters moment but the rest appears to be stock images??? or I don't recognize any of these motheres. there's also Significant Women Of History. also, the graphics connecting all these pictures and videos are kinda weird)

For Got To Get You Into My Life he uses video from the Rock Band game????

Blackbird graphics are very very simple but effective. Just branches at dawn <3 very pretty

He plays the fuckin' Now And Then video and I had to straight up look away from the screen BUT it's actually not quite the OG video and it's a little better. He also combines it with Eyes of the Storm photos which is neat.

it's so cute how much the crowd goes wild for John during I've Got A Feeling <3

I really find those weird creatures on the screen during The End unsettling. why did that have to happen.

Non-tumblr beatles tinhattery:

Okay like, when you go to soundcheck you come across some Intense™ Fans (not excluding myself here AT ALL lol). There was this guy in line who was like gonna see EVERY soundcheck of the Europe tour and he was sharing some interesting to WILD theories about song inspiration.

Ranked from maybe to wtf are you talking about:

he basically asserted that the line "You were above me" in I'm Looking Through You referred to Jane being middle class. It's definitely possible, but he was saying it like he just Knew.

he was positing that The Girl Is Mine was inspired by Quincy Jones needing to assert to Paul that the girl is his – this theory is also not crazy but the guy was completely conflating Maggie McGivern (he claimed the girl had been with Paul just before he got married) and Peggy Lipton (who was actually Quincy Jones' wife by the time the song was being composed). He couldn't come up with a name so I said "Peggy Lipton..?" and he was like YES! then he looked up pictures of her and was like "no.... not her." and I was like "but she was with Quincy Jones" (because Quincy is cleary the pertinent part of this song theory) and he was like "yes but no". then I said "Maggie McGivern", he looked her up and was like YESSS. and I'm like. Okay??

He was like "y'know the song Lavatory Lil? know who it's about?" and someone was like "I thought it was about Heather [Mills]" and he was like "nononono" all smug, and claimed this song whose lyrics basically amount to "curse you, you sexy gold digger!!!", was actually about Mal Evans' widow because Paul was mad she wouldn't hand the manuscript of Mal's book over even though it contained Beatles content. Nevermind that this has absolutely nothing to do with the lyrics of Lavatory Lil! Nevermind that the concept of Paul feeling entitled to a book written that was currently in the possession of the author's spouse is crazy and definitely doesn't cast Paul in a positive light! and the best part was this guy acted like he knew this from Sources™.

Beatles fans amirite?

Ask me stuff about my Paul shows!

#ask #anon #my paul shows 2024

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crimswnred · 1 year ago

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my thoughts on volume IV

whoever decided it was smart to dump all of the girls should be fired, I'm not joking

see, as I'm on a Raf route, I was expecting Daphne to want to be back with him, to me, she's the only girl that the narrative makes sense

after all, they were "super close" or whatever

(but if I were Daphne I would be crying too, her ex boy wants me, her current boy wants me, it's hard)

Evan is cute, I like his personality as well. He sees Daphne flirting with Rafael so I don't hold the fact he wants to explore stuff with us against him

he seems to be the chill type and I like how passionate he is about his art. he and my MC have that in common and the game acknowledge that?? (MC is a graphic designer)

they still can't write dance scenes 😭 it's been 7 seasons and you guys still can't describe twerking omg

Summer is still the funniest person in the room

Alex's wood weekend comment 😭😭

the gem scenes are getting EXPENSIVE. 29 gems to talk to my baby boy???

worth every penny tho 😭😭 guys I love him so much, Rafael is the sweetest guy ever. the way he said he was gonna put on the effort for us, that he would captivate us every day AAAAAH

I like how he's also aware of how he behaved in the past and that he wants to have the real thing with us. it's definitely reassuring to know we're not just another random girl he felt like love bombing

his chat was also funny but not like trying hard funny. it was giggling and kicking my feet funny.

Uma and Alex are so cute. I feel like MC/Rafa and Alex/Uma are the friends who always go out in couples, you know? like double dates? and they just support each other's relationship 🙏 it's so cute how they are with each other!!!!

Now, Bryson, if I were Willow I'd curse you to the end of days. WHY would you twist with Bonnie and give up on her literally the next day? GET A GRIP

Summer and Joyo are exactly how I thought they would be: extremely sexual. again, I think their energies are pretty much the same and they get along really well.

NOW, WHY DO WE HAVE TO CHOOSE WHO'S GOING TO THE HIDEAWAY? if we can pick ourselves, then just let us go??

but just quietly I think they did that so we don't actually need to go. so many people were complaining they were forcing guys onto us the previous season...

anyways, we FINALLY had a sex scene with Raf!!

and let me tell you, I know they can't be so descriptive but I kinda hate the use of the word "crescendo"

aaaaaaand bombshells, ofc!! both Vicky and Travis will want MC, I bet. maybe a little Cora and Tom situation. I DON'T WANNA BE STOLEN 😞

overall the episodes were boring. Fusebox is back to the formula they established on season 4—challenge, bombshells, recoupling, challenge.

I'm afraid they will be ruining this season, again.

last but not least: fuck daphne

#litg #love island the game #litg season 7 #litg stick or twist #litg s7

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maybankbae · 9 months ago

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The One With The Camera.

Warnings: Cursing

August 2019

"Hey Mom!” Gabriella answered her phone, setting her camera down and leaning against a mural she was photographing. She always had the brightest smile on her face whenever one of her parents called.

"Hey baby.” Her mom said with a smile on her face sitting on the patio of her childhood home in Laguna Beach.

Gabriella currently works as UCLA's photographer for the campus, ranging from highlighting the art that students have made and displayed around school to creating posters for upcoming events on campus.

Her and her mom continued talking until her roommate, Ashlyn sent her a text urging her to come back to their shared apartment.

Gabriella got to their apartment as Ashlyn basically dragged her in and sat her on the couch.

"Ouch could you pull my damn arm any harder!" Gabriella exclaimed once she sat down.

Ashlyn disregarded her statement as she was pacing back and forth around the apartment while having the biggest Cheshire cat smile.

Ashlyn ran a podcast on campus called The Ashlyn Show almost a direct hit to her favorite show as a kid 'The Amanda Show’ even if the creator of the show was a complete creep.

She talks about topics ranging from the Sephora kids she's been seeing on TikTok to environmental issues. Gabriella also films and edits every video she does.

"Okay so you know how I've been sending countless emails and messages to the radio staff to have musical guests on my podcast right every week, just to bring in more viewers?" She started.

Gabriella shook her head yes as she picked at the skin around her grown out acrylic nails.

"So obviously I've been getting some pretty shitty soundcloud producers and rappers." Gabriella’s lips pursed into a thin line as she raised an eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that."

"Well look no further than here, 5 Seconds of Summer are coming on the podcast in less than 15 minutes!" Ashlyn exclaimed, shaking Gabriella’s hands and jumping up and down with her.

"Oh my god shut up! I love their newest single 'Teeth' so much. Not to mention I've had the biggest celebrity crush on their lead singer ever since I was 12 and saw him doing covers on Youtube."

"I'm telling you this would be a great opportunity for both of us, you can plug your video and editing skills and I could woo Ashton with my impressive conversion skills." Ashlyn suggested while dramatically flipping her long red hair over her left shoulder.

"Hey, you guys have matching hair colors. I guess it's a sign." Gabriella joked with her.

"Oh my goodness you're right!!" Ashlyn said, taking the joke seriously. Gabriella just chuckled at her friend.

Gabriella's eyes soon widened as she racked over her appearance. An old graphic tee, some biker shorts and her beat up black converse. "I didn't even straighten my hair today. I look disgusting." She pointed to the messy strands of blonde hair falling out of her bun that she spent too much time this morning that she'd rather not mention.

Ashlyn scoffed as she grabbed her studio keys and clutch wallet from the bowl at the door. “Oh please you look gorgeous as always."

She sighed and collected her video camera, lenses, and tripod before following Ashlyn across campus and into her studio that she rents in the radio station.

"They should be here within the next 5 minutes. I'm gonna go pee before I piss myself mid interview. You can set up your camera and video stuff over there." Ashlyn pointed in the middle of the room

"Well if you did that Ashton would be surprised! I don't think it would be a good surprise nonetheless a surprise." Gabriella yelled as Ashlyn flipped her off from behind.

Gabriella laughed as she set up her video camera and tripod and scrolled on her phone on instagram stories to wait for Ashlyn to return from the bathroom.

She stopped at the @5SOS instagram story as it was a picture of Luke walking across their campus with the caption of 'Tune into our interview on 'The Ashlyn Show' podcast 2pm EST/ 11am PST'

Ashlyn returned less than 2 minutes later and started turning on her LED lights around the small space and turned on all the mics to make sure they worked correctly. She turned on their song 'Teeth' as the boys came in. Gabriella got up and turned her livestream onto the waiting room page and set the timer for 3 minutes.

They all shook her hand and sat down while introducing themselves. Gabriella looked everywhere except in Luke's direction. He looked so good in his yellow satin shirt and black jeans, his signature boots on his feet. Such a simple outfit but on his tall frame it had her weak in the knees.

"Hi guys! It's me, Ashlyn and welcome back to The Ashlyn Show. Obviously you guys know Gabby," Ashlyn dramatically held her left hand out towards the girl who peeped her head in the camera frame and waved. "Hey guys."

"Andddd that was Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer, their latest single! Thank you guys so much for taking the time out of your busy day to come chat!" Ashlyn spoke to the video camera Gabriella had set up to livestream.

"Thank you so much for having us, we hope people enjoy us fucking around for about 2 hours." Micheal joked after 2 minutes of awkward silence. Gabriella made a mental note to herself bleep most of the cuss words they use when she goes to edit.

The interview was going great. They had amazing chemistry with Ashlyn as she kept up with their jokes and chaotic energy, Gabriella even joined in on some of the jokes with them.

Ashton made a joke about the two having matching hair as Ashlyn blushed redder than a tomato. Gabriella even started laughing along with them which she felt Luke’s eyes on her whenever she did.

Within 10 minutes of the interview starting, they already had close to 100,000 people watching them, the most viewers they've seen all year. Close to the end of the interview, Luke subtly found Gabriella’s Instagram account through the podcast account.

After the interview they guys had to leave to go do more press interviews. Luke was bummed out because he really wanted to talk to Gabriella.

Back in the car Luke finally had the guts to follow Bianca's instagram thanks to Calum basically grabbing his phone and doing it for him. It took everything in him to not follow her professional one as well, he thought that'd be a little stalker vibes, he did scroll through it though.

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Gabriella stood in the kitchen as she watched her instant microwave noodles spin when she felt her phone buzz in the waistband of her Victoria's Secret pink pajama shorts. She pulled it out and saw an Instagram notification she never thought it a million years would she see.

@lukehemmings started following @gabriellaaacampbell

"Ash! Ashlyn! Oh my god you have to see this." Gabriella turned to the girl laying across the couch watching The First 48.

"What?" She said with a mouth full of hot cheeto’s.

She flipped the phone to as her eyes widened in shock. "No way!! He followed you? How'd he get your instagram??"

"Im pretty sure it's on the bio of the podcast instagram." She quickly replied. "Do I follow him back??"

"What kind of question is that! Yes of course!”Ashlyn said while lightly smacking her arm.

"Okay you really need to not do that." Bianca said rubbing her arm slightly.

@gabriellaaacampbell followed @lukehemmings

She put her phone face down on the kitchen counter and stirred her noodles and added pepper until 10 minutes later her phone buzzed twice. Gabriella’s eyes widened in suprise and shock.

@lukehemmings sent you a DM.

" Did you just get a message from THE Luke Hemmings?" Ashlyn said looking over her shoulder.

"I guess so yeah." She said unsurely.

Gabriella’s hand shook in excitement and nerves as she opened the message.

'I know your probably wondering how I got your instagram aren't you😂' The message read

'Well I mean I'm not not wondering. I'm yet flattered and scared at the same time' She replied back.

'Well I got it from the podcast account. I didn't expect you to follow back so fast.'

'How could I not?! A really famous guy from my favorite band followed me, the 12 year old in me is screaming'

They stayed texting back and forth for another 4 hours until she stopped responding at close to midnight because she passed out from exhaustion from editing.

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Gabriella was currently at their upstairs neighbor's apartment babysitting their 7 year old, Ethan. She was on her 3rd energy drink of the day, babysitting a 7 year old can be a lot of work especially when she was up late editing their interview and doing some lab report essay for her Physics class that was due two days ago but her teacher is still accepting it.

She kept checking her phone to see if Luke responded to her messages but nothing. She assumed he was busy, I mean he was a rockstar.

Until then she got a DM while Ethan was napping.

'I know this is gonna sound so crazy but I'm in Southern California for another week, wanna possibly get a coffee together?' The message read. She had to read it five times until she came up with a response.

'Yeah that sounds awesome! I know this place about 10 minutes from me.'

'Pick you up around 3 tomorrow?'

'Absolutely!'

'Sounds like a plan then:)'

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings fanfic #5sos #micheal clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings imagine

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angel-eyes05 · 2 years ago

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bite the hand (chapter 4)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara

summary: lorena's whole world was taken away from her in the blink of an eye, after she accidentally broke a canon event. lucky for her though, she was able to find a portal watch in her dimension and used it to get out before she glitched out of existence. unfortunately though, running from dimension to dimension, she's been named as an anomaly by the spider society. now, she's constantly on the run from them, their leader in particular. when she eventually gets caught though, she's recruited onto a mission to catch another anomaly who might be from her past. to her dismay though, her partner on this mission is her very captor. will she be able to stop arguing with him for long enough to get the job done?

info: enemies to lovers, maybe a slow burn depending on chapter count, oc is 24 and miguel is 27, both oc and miguel are super sad lmao, they're also both super violent so, they also hate each other what a slay, in regards to my oc you can read her character sheet right here

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, cursing, gun violence, recreational drug use

word count: 3.0k

notes: this one was silly i liked writing this chapter

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She had a hard time looking at Miguel while he helped her get her new web shooters. She was sure he noticed all the chemical burns on her wrists, but he preferred not to ask about them. Either he already knew what they were, probably from those monitors he was talking about earlier, or he had preferred to keep those kinds of details about each other to themselves. She at least agreed on that notion.

But she couldn’t shake it out of her mind, the dream she had the night before, while he was handling her forearms. His strong smell that used to sting her nostril hairs now had a sweeter scent to it. Lorena couldn’t help but imagine the hands that were around her wrists down below handling her waist, basically clawing for more of it. She still disliked him, at least a little bit, but a layer of lust had been added onto that hatred.

“Try not to break these like you break everything else, anomaly,” he said coldly, dropping her arms once he finished and walked away.

Nevermind, the lust was gone. That word was enough for Lorena to lose all of her feelings in a second. Miguel was attractive…but he would be so much more attractive if he shut his mouth. This is why she decided to stay away from men after she lost Eddie.

Lorena sighed and followed Miguel as he walked up over to a pad to open his portal watch. Lorena still had a day pass on her wrist, Miguel not trusting her enough to give her a real watch. “Ok, we’re gonna hop into dimension 1732 right now. I need you stay close to me and just follow my lead. Don’t even think about wandering off,” he berated her like a child. “Don’t you think it would be easier if you just told me the plan?”

“I’ll tell you when it’s convenient for me,” he said sharply before shielding his face with his mask and walking into the portal. “I’ll tell you when it’s convenient for me,” she repeated in a mocking tone before also pulling her mask over her face, then following him.

Her vision was bombarded with bright pink, blue, and orange neon lights from the surrounding buildings. Her own neon purple suit blended in almost perfectly with her new environment, and so did Miguel’s, especially considering the fact everyone on the streets was wearing a costume of some sorts. The city was so alive for such a late time in the night. It looks similar to Miguel’s but more technologically advanced.

Vendors had their carts laid out on the sides of the streets, selling whole assortments of goods, from candied treats, to bright decorations. Children were running in the streets with sparklers and dancers were parading around in graphic vinyl and neon hair decorations.

“What’s going on?” Lorena yelled to Miguel over the loud music. “They’re celebrating,” he shouted back. “Yeah no shit, but what exactly,” she yelled as she rolled her eyes. “They just ended a war with an alien race.” Lorena stopped walking to stare at him. “How stupid do you really think I am O’Hara?” “No I’m serious, look at the posters.” He directed her eyes to a poster with the green aliens on it. The one in the front had elf-like ears and purple stripes going down the sides of its face, while the two in the back were morphing into human forms. “Huh…ok then,” Lorena said in disbelief. “Come on, we have to keep moving if we’re gonna meet my informant in time.”

Miguel put his hand to her back to guide Lorena throughout the crowds of people. She changed her pace when she felt his hand though, not wanting to feel his contact.

She walked through the streets, eyes constantly jumping from one attraction to the next. Signs blinking in the distance, fireworks bursting in the navy blue sky, performers in the streets. The spectacle reminded her of hew own hometown celebrations, bringing a warm smile to Lorena’s face.

Her eyes were drawn below when she felt a quick tug at the pant part of her suit. She looked down to find a little boy, with a bundle of sparklers in his right hand. “¿Quieres una?” he asked her. She looked over at Miguel for confirmation, an exaggerated pleading look on her face. He sighed, then shrugged. She smiled and crouched down to his height and took one from his hand. “Gracias, mijo,” she said sweetly. She took one for Miguel too and let the boy light them up. He ran away, calling for his mother quickly after, laughing. Lorena smiled to herself for a moment before turning around to give one of the sparklers to Miguel. She was surprised to find him being bombarded by a child as well.

This one was a little girl running around giving out lollipops and rock candies. He was also crouched down at her height, having a little conversation with her about her treats. She had a smile that could light up a room. Lorena couldn’t hear what they were saying over the music, but she could assume it was a good conversation by the way the little girl jumped on top of him to give him a hug. He seemed to freeze for a moment, but he eventually returned the embrace. He took a lollipop and the little girl ran away. He stood back up to find Lorena staring at him, eventually handing him the sparkler. “...What?” he asked after she kept standing and staring at him. “Nothing, nothing. I just didn’t know you had a soft spot for kids. I would assume a big, scary guy like you would scare them all away.”

She must’ve said something wrong, because his relaxed mood suddenly shifted back to its ridged nature. “Lets keep moving, we’ll be late,” he said coldly. She brushed off the switch up, just attributing it to his personality. “Hey, I got you a sparkler, why didn’t you get me a lollipop?” she eventually asked. “Escaped my mind,” he said, rushing ahead of her.

After struggling to keep up with him for a few minutes, Miguel finally stopped in front of a building, putting an arm out in front of her to stop her from continuing, though she just pushed it down anyways. The building had a small neon sign out front to discern it from the rest of the places in the alley they’d wandered into. “You stay behind me, and you follow my lead. You mess this up and-.” “You’ll kill me?” she sarcastically finished his sentence and looked up at him.

She didn’t have to see his face to know he was seething under his mask, which only made her smirk grow. He grunted and led in front, opening the door.

As the walked in, loud music overwhelmed Lorena’s ears, as the light from the outside failed to make its way into the dark space, only lit by the lights in the bar for the bartenders. Dancers, both male and female, dressed in as little as possible, danced on top of platforms as strobe lights went off around them and people tossed money at them. “You know O’Hara, if you really wanted to take me out, I think this is a really shitty spot for a first date,” she shouted at the man in front of her as he guided her through the strip club. “¿Te callarás durante dos segundos?” he shouted back at her over the noise. “Ok, calm down big guy.” She blushed once her shouting was made more noticeable when they entered into a quiet room in the back.

In this room, people were trading different weapons and explosives with each other. They each looked like they had their own story to tell. She would ask all of them for it if they didn’t look like they would bite her face off. Lorena bumped into Miguel’s back when he suddenly stopped walking. He stood in front of a steel door, taking a deep breath, then knocking. The little sliding peek hole opened, a pair of beady green eyes staring at Miguel from the other side.

After a moment of staring, the door slid open, allowing Miguel and Lorena to walk inside. The room had brown wood covering the floor and walls. There were two Winchester chairs sitting in the middle of the room next to a wooden table, and a Winchester couch. The table and couch seemed to have some kind of scratch marks on them. Lorena knew exactly where she wouldn’t be sitting now. In back of the room, there was a dark brown wooden desk with a leather chair sitting in it.

In the chair was a woman with long, white hair, and a black eye mask on. “Hi Miggy!” she announced enthusiastically from her chair. “Hola Kitty,” he said back, letting his mask disappear off his face. Lorena was caught off guard by how much his tone had changed. His rough, cold voice that she had grown to get used to was replaced with a smooth, charming diction. The woman hopped up from her chair and walked around her desk and took Miguel in her arms. She rubbed her hands all over his back and kissed his cheek before backing up, but still holding him by his broad shoulders.

Once she backed away, Lorena was able to get a better view of the rest of her outfit. She was wearing a tight, black, spandex suit, her cleavage basically spilling out onto the floor. The neckline of the suit was lined with a white fur which also lined the back of her forearms and her calves. She also sported a black choker with a pendant on the front, almost as if it were some kind of collar.

“And who’s this you’ve brought with you, Miguel. You know it’s rude to bring in guests and not introduce them,” the woman said, turning her attention towards Lorena. Miguel elbowed her side, signaling her to introduce herself, almost as if it would kill him to say her name. Lorena took off her mask, allowing her crimson hair to flow down to her shoulders. “Lorena Reyes,” she said, extending out her arm. “Felicia Hardy, pleasure to meet you.” She returned the hand shake and smiled at Lorena. “It’s always fun to see what new Spider Miggy decides to run around with for a week or two. I was in your shoes at one point,” she said, walking back to her seat. “Wasn’t I Miguel?” Lorena blushed uncomfortably.

“I appreciate the jokes Felicia, but I’d really prefer to get to business,” Miguel said, ignoring Lorena’s reactions. “Of course, take a seat,” she said motioning to the chairs. Miguel and Lorena both sat down in their individual seats. “So, you’re looking for a variant from Earth-86?” “Not looking, we already found him,” Miguel clarified. “Ok, so then what do you need me for?” Felicia asked. “You know everything about everyone. From every different universe. So you’ve definitely heard something about this guy. And we need to know what we’re getting into.” “So you didn’t just come to see my pretty face?” she flirted. “Not unless that pretty mouth of yours has information I want to know,” he flirted back.

“Could we keep the banter to a minimum while there’s other company here?” Lorena asked, very obviously uncomfortable with being a third wheel. Miguel sighed, and Felicia giggled. “Well, I have heard a few things. But what’s in it for me?” Miguel rose from his chair and walked over to the desk, and intertwined his fingers with hers. “Maybe we could go on some more...missions again soon?” Felicia giggled while a groan escaped from Lorena. “Alright,” Felicia said, shooing Miguel away back to his chair. Lorena rolled her eyes at Miguel as he sat down.

“This Eddie Brock guy’s been hoping different dimensions for a couple of days now, right?” she asked, scanning through his file. “We think so,” Miguel responded. “I figured. Had a couple of guys in here yesterday who said they were working with him or something.” Miguel shifted up in his seat. “What do you mean ‘or something’?” “Just some stuff about giving him materials for something. Sounded like a satellite dish to be honest. No idea for what though.”

Lorena tried to search her memories for what that could possibly mean. Then it started to click. She widened her eyes and turned to Miguel. “The symbiote he was attached to was an alien. It’s probably trying to send out a signal to the rest of its kind.” Miguel kept the same stern, pondering look on his face. “It makes sense. Did any of them say they were working with him?” he asked Felicia. “Hmm, no I don’t think so. From what they were saying, he seemed to be a ‘go it alone’ kind of guy.” Lorena nodded. “Sounds about right.” “Do you know this guy or something?” Felicia asked. Lorena had blocked her out, going into the depths of her memories for a moment. “A version of him at least. He was a part of one of her canon events,” Miguel responded in place for Lorena. “Oh, I’m so sorry sweetie, I didn’t know,” Felicia apologized. Lorena snapped out of her daze. “No, no, it’s fine. It was a while ago anyways.”

“Well, that’s all I know on the situation. If you two need anything else, Miggy knows how to give me a call,” Felicia said, winking at Miguel. He blew her a kiss as him and Lorena and him raised up from seats. “Gracias hermosa,” Miguel said to her, walking up to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Can I actually talk to you for a second?” Lorena could hear Felicia whisper to Miguel. Miguel turned around to face Lorena, who was waiting by the door. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you outside.” So much for sticking together. Lorena rolled her eyes as she put her mask back on and walked through the strip club back outside to the alley.

She leaned up against the wall, eyes closed. She could still see the neon lights blinking through her eyelids. This whole celebration brought back memories from her teenage years. While growing up, she hadn’t participated in many American traditions, her aunt and uncle having been immigrants. But one year on the 4th of July, Eddie and all of her friends had invited her out to a fireworks show in the park. They all sat on the lawn, Lorena, Eddie, Harry, and Gwen high on edibles, while Peter and MJ sat sober. Lorena was nuzzled into Eddie’s chest, laying down watching the explosion of colors above her in the sky. The space above her had turned into every color of the rainbow. Reds, blues, purples, greens. She hadn’t seen many things like it.

At one point, she stopped looking at the fireworks to admire the sight around her. Peter and MJ cutely cuddling, wrapped in the blanket they were laying, staring up at the scene. Harry and Gwen sharing a popcorn, just talking about their days. Eddie. Seeing the reflection of the show above in his ocean blue eyes. The flow of his strawberry blonde hair being disrupted by the slight breeze. She was enamored by him. “You okay?” she heard him ask. She stared up into his eyes. “Yeah. I am.” He kissed the top of her head, before pulling her in closer to him. The fireworks above them were only a small representation of the way they felt for each other.

Lorena was quickly startled and pulled out of her daze by the sound of the door to the club being thrown open. She opened her eyes to Miguel bolting out of building. “Stop standing there and run!” he shouted at her. Before she could ask any questions, her spider sense was set ablaze. Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt the wind next to her face being broken by the speed of a bullet. As if they had a mind of her own, her legs quickly began moving at a fast speed to catch up to Miguel.

She turned her head to look behind her, finding five guys chasing after them with pistols in their hands. Two were running and three were on some kind of hoverboards. With more bullets flying their way, Lorena screamed out to Miguel. “What the fuck did you do in there?!” “Can we talk about this later!” he shouted back. She groaned loudly, shooting a web out of her webshooters and swinging ahead of him. “Did you forget you had these?” she snarkily remarked. He grunted at her, but then quickly attached his bright orange webs to a telephone pole and swung with her.

With the next round of bullets flying, Lorena decided to take charge of the situation, and shot one of her webs at one of the attackers face, knocking him to the floor. The two of them flew over the vendor carts, while the lackeys swerved through the crowds. Miguel quickly detached himself from his web and jumped on one of the men, scratching at his face with his claws, knocking him over. Once he got back to swinging, Lorena’s eyes on her mask gave him an annoyed look.

“What?” “Do you really have to be so flashy about it?” “Cállate pendeja.”

Once they were away from the crowds, the three men left started firing again. “Are we just gonna keep swinging like idiots, or are you gonna open up the portal to get us out of here?” Lorena yelled to him, aggravated by the amount of bullets grazing her suit. “I’m working on it!” he shouted at her clicking at the watch on his wrist. Suddenly, her peripherals caught the sight of an sunset light in the distance. “Keep up!” Miguel called, changing his direction to swing towards the portal.

The fire of the bullets must have increased, since Lorena was finding it harder to dodge them. Miguel swung through the portal first, but before she could get in all the way, she felt one bullet go into her thigh and one into her tricep. She called out in pain before being consumed by the orange glow around her.

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NEXT CHAPTER

a/n: i love writing this, idc if its not getting a lot of traction as my other work tbh

taglist: @the-ikran-man @jenniferdixon05207 @yuuuumii @elwyn7 @waniesss @lust-for-pan @natthernandez @pix-stuff @ang3lf4c3 @artfulthoughtswp

#miguel o'hara x oc #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara #fanfic #fanfiction #fem!reader #into the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse #oc x miguel o'hara

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bat-anon · 1 year ago

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AAAAA TADC LIVEPOST!!!

LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO

THE WAY THE INTRO GOES FROM EARLY 2000S COMPUTER GRAPHICS TO THE 3D ANIMATION IS SO GOOD!

Caine! My good buddy Caine! And it’s the opening sequence from the trailer too

BUBBLE CAN TALK?!?! IS THAT ALLOWED?!

I love Caine’s animation! I love the way he talks and his body language

AN OPENING THEME INTRODUCTION FOR THE CAST

Kinger’s little pillow fort I can’t 😭 Someone please comfort this man

The animators knew EXACTLY what they were doing with Jax!! I feel so called out like damn okay!!!

What do they mean “*Disclaimer: Kaufmo the Clown did not show up today.”? How can someone “not show up” in the Circus when Caine can literally teleport the performers to his location and they can’t leave? What’s really going on here?? 🤨🧐

It still feels illegal that Bubble can talk

The VA has a pleasant singing voice tho. Definitely confirms that they’re performing for some invisible audience in some Truman Show style

Love the lyrics here. “Day after day after day after day after day we fly!” really drives home the fact that they are stuck here doing the same things over and over for seemingly eternity.

I’m literally not even a minute in (only at 0:48) because I have so many thoughts and excitement that I have to keep pausing

POMNIIIIII MY GIRL POMNI

WHY IS THE FLOWER POT GLITCHING OUT OF THE FLOOR SO FUNNY ACBNFRJKGD

The music slowing down and dying as Pomni knocks them down like dominos god this show really is comedy gold

Gangle’s mask! I’m so sorry bestie!

Oh god it’s like that meme of everyone at a party judging you I’m-

Is it just me or is Michael Kovach’s performance different than in the trailer? Of course it could just be because Jax is annoyed right now

“Caine, is this one of your NPC’s or is this a new sucker?” AVLGDXV Pomni must take one of the “I am not a robot” test. Also do they get NPCs??? Is Jax referring to other AI or actual NPCs???

She IS trying to remove a VR headset!

Pomni rn:

“You just need to get your head together” Ragatha this is not the time

THE SWEARS ARE CENSORED! ANOTHER ONE FOR THE BINGO CARD!

Caine: THIS IS A PG PROGRAM!

Do you think the censor thing applies to swear words in other languages too?

“You, my friend, stumbled into an incredible world of wonders! Where anything can happen!… E-except for swearing.” I love you Caine.

AFJKJRED I THINK I CAN ACTUALLY MAKE OUT MOST OF THE CURSES POMNI USES OH MY GOD

Yeah don’t be a dick Jax

“Did someone say something about an insect collection?” What? Insect collection? What is Kinger talking about?

Oh so this is where the dream thing kicks in. I wonder how long that’s gonna last until Pomni realizes that it’s real

Do you want me to kill Jax for you Gangle? Because I’ll kill him if you ask it’ll be on sight

THE DIAL UP OUUUUUG HIS CANE SPINNING IN THE BACKGROUND

Yo they got minigolf? Nice

I really hope we get episodes of the cast going to these locations and doing sitcomass things there

THE VOID

The moon talks?!

THE MOON WANTS TO FUCK CAINE?!

Oh GOD what did she throw up?

OH GOD BUBBLE STOP DON’T EAT THAT

EVEN CAINE AGREES WITH ME

TEAR THE BITCH APART!

Caine’s reaction to Pomni mentioning the door is sus…

I like that Caine let’s everyone choose their name idk I like how chill he is with regards to their mental/emotional autonomy

“I said that like five minutes ago” Shhh he has computer lag

“Don’t worry Zooble. I’ll make it something unobtrusive that you can still choose to not get involved with!” See, another example of how Caine wants to respect his performers feelings! I love this guy!

What’s a Gloink? Are they the stars?

THEY ARE THE STARS I WAS RIGHT

Humanoid hash- Caine, do you know what a hash brown is??

THEY STOLE ZOOBLE

Gangle’s reaction… they took her spouse in the divorce…

YO are we actually going to meet Kaufmo? Alright let me see the betting table who has money on him actually being voiced by Jack Black

JAX CAN BREAK THE FOURTH WALL ANDKHRJRJRJ

HA, get BONKED BOY!

It’s actually super interesting to me how Jax seems almost as tired of doing this stuff as Zooble.

She has her own room! :D

Ragatha mental breakdown moment 👁️👄👁️

He has a doorbell. Why is that so funny to me?

… something bad is about to happen

I hate Jax I’m gonna shut him up with my LIPS (I know I have terrible taste YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!)

KAUFMO IS THE BLACK GOOP MONSTER WE WERE RIGHT!!!

Wait. Enhance.

Was that the door for another human that turned into a monster like Kaufmo? Is that why their icon is x-ed out?

OH GOD

OH MY GOD HE’S GOING TO KILL HER

OH GOD WHY ARE THEY ALL GLITCHING

Did Kaufmo cause that hole?

Probably not I guess

“We’re not very good at this, are we?” You’re the dream team to me 🫶

Don’t you DARE tell her what happened

Unrelated but I just noticed the reflection in Gangle’s tears! That’s really cool!

So Jax didn’t just throw the bowling ball at them just to be a jerk, but to get all of the out of there as soon as possible without telling them what happened to Kaufmo? Inch resting

THE BOWLING JOKE HAS LANDED! I REPEAT, THE BOWLING JOKE HAS LANDED!

OH MY GLORB WHAT IS THAT THING? IT LOOKS LIKE THE SAND WORM FROM BEETLEJUICE!

I like that Pomni is doing her best to help Ragatha even though she’s super freaked out. It’s really sweet to me.

IT SPEAKS!

Are you TRYING to get the party eaten Jax? Because that is how you get the party eaten.

AKDNHWHWG THE LOSER OF THE ROCK PAPER SCISSORS BEING THE ONE WHO HAS TO STAY WITH JAX I CAN’T

Can we get an ‘F’ in the chat for Zooble?

Oh no now everything’s glitching out

THE MONKEYS!🙌

What IS the deal with this random door??

“Well, b-but, uh- yet you’re still watching it!” AKDNHSHSB the way the Gloink Queen doesn’t deny it.

OH SHIT! The cinematography of Kaufmo landing on the Gloink Queen is SUPER COOL!

“Oh thank god you’re okay! You didn’t experience a game show in there did you?” ALDKDK a reference to my favorite gag in Gooseworx’s animations!

So Pomni DID work here as a human! And I see the head set on her desk! That warning triangle was definitely there for a reason… I wonder why Pomni put it on at work? Was it her last day and she went “fuck it”? Did her company make/acquire the rights to the game and assigned testing it to her?

C&A REMEMBER C&A THAT’S DEFINITELY IMPORTANT

THE VOID

HAVE I COMPLIMENTED THE SOUND DESIGN AND SOUNDTRACK YET BECAUSE THE SOUNDTRACK AND SOUND DESIGN ARE REALLY REALLY GREAT

Woah where is this restaurant? This looks like a nice place to eat! Also I know this is late but what’s with all the mannequins? Are they the NPCs Jax mentioned earlier? I hope we get an episode of the characters in this restaurant because this setting is dope!

“Oh Bubble, you always know how to make me say this exact sentence.” Agnkjrea have I mentioned that this show is comedy gold? Because it is comedy gold.

THE WACKY WATCH AND THE AD HOUUUGH

I hope they make those as merch that

Pomni’s about to SNAP

Wait, Caine tried to make them an exit because he knew they wanted one even if he missed what they meant? That’s actually super wholesome I love him even more now!

I thought there was blood on Bubble’s knife at first but I now see that it’s just reflecting the colors around it

THE ORCHESTRAL RENDITION OF THE OPENING THEME THAT STARTS PIANO PIANO THAT SLOWLY CRESCENDOS YES

In conclusion: EVERYONE WATCH THIS SHOW AND CHECK OUT @gooseworx’s OTHER STUFF NOW IF YOU’LL EXCUSE ME I’LL BE SPAMMING MY FOLLOWERS WITH THIS SHOW AND RAIDING THE ONLINE STORE!!!

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Tinted Blue Rating: 18+ (MDNI if you don't want trauma) Summary: Someone's been a prick, and they've had just about enough with it Word Count: 2495 CW: Alcohol mention, murder, antifreeze poisoning, cruelty (I didn't expect to be so cruel holy shit), angst, suicidal ideation, self-harm mentions, subtle mutual trauma dump, guy being a prick, graphic descriptions Note: I had to do this because it was an idea but like, I made it to be a self-insert? Idfk this is my therapy for dealing with Luke for the last 9-10 months, enjoy the...whatever this is

Ao3 version i had to orphan this one bc someone might find it but that's a story for another time

(Image by me due to a Canva speedrun)

There's always something so satisfying about handing someone poison without them knowing it's poison, and that's what Ash had done, though no one would ever know. They'd gotten their friend Layla to do the dirty work because they both share a mutual hate for him, but...yeah, Ash still did it. There's always something so humorous about poisoning someone and them being stupid enough to drink antifreeze, of all things. But then again, Luke's always been stupid. He was stupid when they were freshmen, and he's just as stupid now.

Ash takes their phone out of their pocket and checks their texts, snorting at the "Bottle given" message from Layla. How long do I have for this period left, again? they think, going onto Tumblr now. Their homepage pops up, and they consider adding to their blog for a moment, but ultimately decide to add to their blog later. They do have a couple fics to finish up, but they might get to it. Maybe.

But it'll be really funny to see Luke stumbling in fourth period. Probably means Ash is a bit of a psycho, but come on, seeing Luke being stupid is the highlight of their day sometimes.

-0_^_0-

Have the lights always been this bright? is Luke's first thought once he's done changing into his gym uniform. The girls' class is on the other side of the gym as usual, but he only really pays attention to one. Thick, dirty blond hair tied back into a messy bun is all he can see right now, but it doesn't really matter to him. She's still an enigma to him, despite what Josh has said about her so far.

That girl's a mystery to him, but he knows that she's definitely got some sort of attitude. The only words she utters in his presence are particularly vulgar curses and words that are foreign to him, maybe a mumbled "Fucking deal with it" once. Either way, Luke's always some shade of frustrated when he thinks of that goddamn...whatever the hell that girl thinks she is. And every time he tries to talk to her, something stops him.

Cold. Mysterious. And entirely too appealing.

Christ, what was in that water bottle?

-0_^_0-

Ash puts an earbud in as they walk to the gym's main doors, the earbud playing Breaking Benjamin's Dance With The Devil, but no. Life has them bump into an increasingly swaying and giggly Luke's back. My tolerance for this guy is less than zero, they think to themself as they step back and wait for him to move. Good thing he's gonna be gone soon.

The bastard doesn't move, and their patience has always worn thin all too quickly. "Kurwa mać." they grumble, the Polish curse flowing off their tongue like venomous honey. They're a bit of a polyglot, and Polish is their first language, so the accent comes naturally to them. So does the aggression—one of the reasons why their mind goes to Polish curses most often is the inherent aggressiveness in them. Maybe they shouldn't have used one that's so common to hear, but it's the first that pops into their mind. "Fucking move, princess."

The "princess" slips out as a way to insult his masculinity, but let's be honest—that was a long time in the fucking making. Luke's dumb ass still doesn't fucking move, and they want to push him, but they'd attract attention. And the last thing they'd want to do with their anxiety is attract attention of any kind. They're also sick and tired of this whole ordeal, and they know they've got to raise their voice. "Hey." They raise their voice so he can hear them. "Did you hear me? Or are you too invested with fucking your friends in the ass?"

Somehow, that catches his attention. Brown eyes that look like the darkest pits of hell blankly look into their soul, but they hold his gaze. They won't flinch, not when that'd mean weakness. Ash rolls their own eyes, mumbling a few languages under their breath and pushing Luke out of their way. They haven't had any Red Bull or alcohol today, and they won't take shit when they're the most anxious fucker to exist right now.

They rush out, swallowing the panic rising in them, heading for the door to leave. They've had enough of this, and the school's always put them on edge, so they can't stay for long. They put their other earbud in and go on their phone to find a good song, before sighing and deciding on Bury the Light, letting the pure motivation start playing.

I am the storm that is approaching...

They don't realize it, but they're humming along as they walk. Ash stops when they feel like something's off, though. Like someone's watching them, maybe—but they aren't sure. All they know is that the feeling skittering across their skin right now is less than pleasant. If I had some rum...

Rum sounds like something they can have when they get home. They look over their shoulder, and there's Luke, still drunk-looking. Their brows knit together as they take an earbud out. "Something up, princess? You're looking pretty intoxicated."

They know why he looks like that, of course, but they won't let him know that. Their tone is its usual cold and sharp flatness, but they hear a little smugness in there—they know he's too retarded to tell. And the "princess" is an automatic thing at this point—they can't stop it. They can't stop the blood-freezing panic that overtakes them, either. Only difference is that they can take that panic and make it their strength.

He stares at them for a moment longer, before saying, "What did you do?"

"Be more specific." Ash has an idea of what Luke means, but they want to hear it for themself, confirm it. They're ready to leave if they have to, ready to do anything if things go south. Their lighter presses into their hand, thumb rolling the gears but not lighting it fully. He looks at them, brows furrowing—a look they've never seen on him before. "That...that story. The one the principal showed me a while back, like ninth grade while back. Did you write it?"

So that's what this is about? Laughable how he's bringing it up now, when he's going to die in...less than 24 hours, if he's lucky. "So what if I did?"

"I read the whole thing." He swallows. "You're one sick bitch."

Ash laughs. God, why is that so funny? "Thank you." they say, not wiping all the amusement from their voice but being too far into their laugh attack to care. But even in their temporary amusement, they know he's hiding something else. Something they never want to know, because if it's what they think it is...Luke looks at them weirdly before stepping closer, which has them tensing and almost lighting the lighter in their hand. It'd be so easy to burn him right now...

"You are." He stops a couple inches in front of them and that blood-freezing panic in their veins turns into red-hot anger and pure disgust. "But that doesn't stop me from being curious."

"It should." Why does everything sound muted now? Why can't they move?

He smirks a bit, and their hand tightens on their lighter. "I don't even know why I am. You're not that hot anyway."

They laugh again. Why's Luke talking when he looks like an accident, especially with the buzz cut? "Ironic." they quip. "But irony doesn't save you from death, princess. When your time to go comes" —Which will be in about eighteen hours, they think— "No one will be there to honor you as your corpse gets put in the ground. You wanna know why?

"It's because you're a prick who thinks he's the shit, when he's clearly got nothing but words to back him up. You're clearly another insignificant, insecure high school boy who can't find himself and instead picks at people who're doing better than he is, just because he wants to stop crying himself to sleep. I'd bet money you cut yourself, too. Not my issue—we all have our own—but by the look in your eyes, you haven't wanted to be here for a long time now."

Silence suffocates the air as Ash watches their words hit their mark, one at a time. They've never been so cruel in their life, but this? It gives them a rush, spitting words out that once would've been a fever dream to them. Something within reach, but unattainable. They watch Luke's face crumple with apathy, and he takes a deep breath. "You got me. I've wanted to kill myself since the day I first saw you."

Huh. Is this supposed to be an insult, or...

"You were just so you, even with that tired, done-with-life look in your eyes." He smiles bitterly. "Defiant, mysterious, not giving a shit about what others said about you. Sure in yourself, even if you were constantly anxious. I'll admit, I wanted you, but I also wanted to be you. To experience what being sure in myself would feel like. I wanted you to teach me the ways to be that carefree. To toss such unpredictability into the world without a single consequence."

"You don't understand. There were consequences. But it doesn't matter now." Ash's hand tightens on their lighter some more. "You'll never get what you want, princess. I hope you understand that."

And so they leave Luke there, walking as fast as they can and just wanting to go home. His problems aren't theirs, they'd separated themself from any emotion involving him three years ago. Deemed it too much of a risk to keep it, and it seems they were right.

Bury the light deep within..! Cast aside there's no coming home! We're burning chaos in the wind! Drifting in the ocean all alone!

-0_^_0-

He ends up puking into his garbage can, the vomit ending up with a blue tint as well. He groans in pain, his vision blurring as his heart rate speeds into just-had-ten-Red-Bulls territory.

Oh God. Is he going to die? It sure seems like he's going to die...

-0_^_0-

"You ready?" Ash asks as they slip gloves on, side-glancing Layla again. She nods, slipping her own gloves on. They cast a glance in the dark to Luke's body. They hadn't expected him to die so fast, but maybe that's because they tossed quite a bit of antifreeze into the water bottle of bourbon they'd prepared. They get in through the window and look down at his corpse. This had once been a problem in their life, like a parasite, kind of.

They feel tension lifting from their shoulders, leaving their mouth in a soft exhale. He's gone. They grunt and pick his body up, keeping quiet, even if he's about six feet and they're five nine, they carry him well. They pass the corpse to Layla and she tosses it into a body bag before Ash grabs it and they both dash like mad.

The duo end up driving out to Muskoka region—oh, the irony—and Ash stops the car in a forest. They side-glance Layla before getting out and getting the body bag. "Do we have the evidence?" they ask. She nods and pulls it out. They nod back. "Good. Set it down, we'll burn it when we're done with the body."

"Okay." she mutters, putting it down and helping Ash with getting nitric acid, opening the body bag and watching what used to be Luke disintegrate to his bones. They dig up a shallow grave under a bush, a stroke of luck being there's already a dead coyote pup there. They place the bones, fill it back up and step back, tossing the shovel and nitric acid into the pile. "Rest in hell." they say before turning their back and helping Layla burn the evidence until it's only ashes on the wind.

-0_^_0-

Luke wakes up in a startle, looking around him. Dark palace, magma surrounding him like a volcano. A man lounges on a throne, yawning. "So you're another unlucky soul, are you?" he asks, the British accent surprising him. "God. What'd you do to die so young?"

"I don't..." he swallows. "I drank something, I...felt like shit when I got home from school. Puked and then everything faded."

The man laughs, getting up and brushing his spotless, expensive suit. "Ah. I know why you're here." Black eyes with burning red embers bore into him, making him shiver. "Ash killed you. Their plan was bloody brilliant, I will admit."

"Ash?"

And then it hits him. Every withering glare...the girl was Ash? And they? What the fuck is this man saying? "Yes, Ash." the man smirks. "Poor boy. Well, since you're in Hell now...let me entertain your worst memory."

"Worst—"

Luke gets cut off when he gets transported to when he had been getting smothered with cruelty by Ash’s words. Hard to believe it was just before he'd died, but...it hurts. He's trapped in a prison of his own making, his guilt, his desires, his own foolish mindset.

And for the first time in his life—well, afterlife, he supposes—he screams bloody murder.

LetmeoutletmeoutletmeoutLETMEOUT—

Even if he knows there's no escape for the rest of eternity.

-0_^_0-

It’s scary, but it’s sort of gratifying. Gratifying that they’d gotten rid of some major issues. They keep their face straight as they walk, but for some reason, Luke’s spat-out confession before he’d died comes into their mind.

You were just so you, even with that tired, done-with-life look in your eyes. Defiant, mysterious, not giving a shit about what others said about you. Sure in yourself, even if you were constantly anxious. I'll admit, I wanted you, but I also wanted to be you. To experience what being sure in myself would feel like. I wanted you to teach me the ways to be that carefree. To toss such unpredictability into the world without a single consequence.

They don’t regret anything, but those words have been haunting their limited sleep lately. But when they hear a scream somehow cut through their earbuds playing Swimming Pools (Drank) by Kendrick Lamar at full blast, their feet are on the move.

Ash subtly pushes their way to the front of the crowd, and unlike their classmates’ pale, ashen faces, theirs is blank. They’ve seen gore on-screen before, so it isn’t as jarring as it should’ve been.

The body is almost unidentifiable, but by the stature…well, they know of only one guy who’s about 5’4. Oliver.

He’s been a pain in their ass, but there were moments where he was a genuine friend.

But now…

Who killed him? Ash wonders to themself as the other students whisper and look nauseous.

#ashs bullshit #writing

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