#this is all a jumbled mess I’m just so annoyed and have a lot on my mind abt so much!!

[maiteo]

if mikel doesn’t plan on utilizing fábio and all his talents, leaving him to stay on the bench or end up at some bum ass club then….🤐

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : TABS OF THE MIND : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Wade Wilson x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff :))

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You use your mind-reading ability to explore Wade Wilson's thoughts and discover his chaotic but affectionate mental landscape. Among the many open tabs, you find a surprising section dedicated to his romantic feelings for you, complete with heartfelt and humorous entries. When you confront Wade about it, he’s both embarrassed and delighted, leading to a sweet and playful exchange that deepens your connection.

YOU HAD ALWAYS BEEN WARY OF POKING AROUND IN PEOPLE’S MINDS. The sheer amount of personal information, the jumble of thoughts and feelings—it could be overwhelming. But you’d made an exception for Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool, partly out of curiosity and partly because you were just really, really bored one evening.

Wade had been unusually quiet—an anomaly you couldn't ignore. As you sat across from him in the living room, surrounded by a chaotic mess of his various weaponry and superhero paraphernalia, you decided to use your mind-reading abilities to see what was going on inside his head.

The mental dive into Wade’s brain was like stepping into a virtual reality game with no tutorial. It was an endless array of screens, tabs, and pop-ups, all crammed together in a dizzying whirlwind of chaotic thoughts. The metaphorical computer in his mind was running on overdrive, with so many tabs open it looked like a hacker's dream.

There was a tab labeled “Weapons Upgrades,” with a detailed list of modifications and their potential effectiveness. Another tab titled “Tacos” featured a passionate debate between various taco toppings. Scrolling through, you saw tabs on everything from “Recent Movie Reviews” to “Improvised Combat Techniques,” each one brimming with Wade’s characteristic fervor.

But then you stumbled upon a particularly interesting tab labeled “You.” It was nestled between “How to Annoy Cable” and “Top Ten Deadpool Fails.” Your curiosity piqued, you hesitated for a moment before clicking on it.

The tab opened up to a series of thoughts and fantasies about you. Wade’s mind was a blend of absurdity and sincerity. There were sketches of you in various heroic poses, doodles of you and Wade together in ridiculously romantic settings (including a taco-themed date), and a heartfelt but goofy list of reasons why he thought you were “totally awesome.”

One entry read: “Top 5 Reasons Why You’re the Coolest Ever: 1) You’re mind-reading is hot. 2) You laugh at my jokes (or at least pretend to). 3) You’re strong, smart, and have that killer smile. 4) You didn’t run screaming when you first saw me in my suit. 5) You’re my kind of crazy.”

Your heart melted a little as you scanned through these thoughts, seeing the genuine affection Wade had for you beneath his usual banter. It was sweet, and more than a little funny, especially given the ridiculous nature of some of his fantasies.

Wade looked up from his video game, catching your gaze with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Whatcha doing over there? Plotting world domination? Or maybe just how to fix my latest taco catastrophe?”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you closed the mental tabs. “Actually, I was just browsing your thoughts. Noticed you’ve got quite a lot of open tabs.”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with playful innocence. “Yeah, my brain’s a bit of a mess. But it’s a fun mess. Anything you’d like to share?”

You leaned closer, teasing him. “Oh, just the fact that you have a whole section dedicated to me.”

Wade’s eyes widened comically, his grin widening. “Oh really? I didn’t know I was so… tab-worthy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a warmth spread through you at his playful embarrassment. “Yeah, it’s quite the collection. You’ve got everything from doodles of us eating tacos together to a detailed list of why you think I’m amazing.”

Wade’s face flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Well, you know, it’s hard to keep a lid on how awesome you are. My brain just… explodes with thoughts about you. Most of them are totally sane and not at all over-the-top.”

You reached out and took his hand, the gesture softening his expression. “It’s sweet, Wade. Really.”

He looked at you with a mixture of relief and delight. “So, you’re not freaked out by my overactive imagination?”

You shook your head, smiling warmly. “Not at all. In fact, I think it’s kind of endearing.”

Wade’s grin returned with renewed vigor. “Well, in that case, I guess I should make sure the next tab is about our future taco dates.”

You laughed, squeezing his hand gently. “That sounds perfect.”

With that, Wade pulled you into a spontaneous hug, spinning you around with exuberant joy. “I knew you’d love it! I’ve got tons more tabs where that came from. Next one’s about how I’m going to impress you with my epic ninja moves. Spoiler alert: It might involve a lot of flailing.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, enjoying the comfort of his embrace. “I look forward to it. But maybe let’s focus on the taco date first?”

He chuckled, his arms tightening around you. “Deal. Tacos first, epic ninja moves second. You got it.”

And as the two of you settled into your quirky, loving routine, you knew that Wade’s chaotic, endearing mind was a place you were more than happy to be a part of. The tabs of his heart were filled with an unconventional but undeniable affection, and you were thrilled to be the center of it all.

🏷️: @stargazingcarol

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[madamechrissy]

Lucid Dreams

Pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem Reader ( reader is a ghost)

Summary: You died a year ago, and now a really hot Nanami Kento moves in to the apartment you're tethered to. You love to fuck with him, shuffle his papers, knock over his things, but you also love to watch him sleep. One day, he ends up seeing you. And... yep, how do you move on to the next realm? Maybe by getting railed by Nanami!?

NSFW- smut, lovemaking, explicit sex

Word Count- 3.5k- This is just a cute little story I got a request for. (It's literally crack fluff smut) Happy ending don't worrryyy. Just fluffy silly cute shit.🤭

Nanami Kento stepped into his new apartment, it was all redone since you had lived there, what’s it been since you died, a year now? You looked at how handsome this man was, dressed in a suit impeccably, sliding the jacket off to reveal toned, perfect arms. You step closer, and suddenly he shivers, as if he could feel your energy, but there’s no way…

Your energy had been fading lately, perhaps the longer you have been dead the less you have, but something about his presence made it flicker once more. You’d had fun haunting the last couple that lived here, ugh but their love annoyed you, because it’s not like you got any love in the twenty five short years you had on this plane of existence.

You expected heaven or something? Or some other life… but no, you just lingered here, in your old apartment, which looked nothing like it did. You could get down almost out of the building, just enough to stare at the moonlight longingly, remembering what it was like to talk.

You don’t talk, no one would hear you anyway.

Well…

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” You murmur as this blond sexy man rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing toned forearms.

Maybe you do speak?

You watch him every day, for a week, come home and do the same routine, over and over. He takes off his glasses, he sighs, he sets down his briefcase, he sighs, he goes to take off his jacket, he sighs. Yes this man sighs a lot, and pinches the bridge of his nose, exhausted from the long hours he clearly works.

You worked a lot too back in the day, overworked yourself to death, hoping for an early retirement, until someone hit you with a car

Yeah.

Maybe that’s why you can’t leave, you’re still so pissed, when you had to look down at your body, when you had to see your parents cry, before they left and never came back around. You couldn’t see them, no you were stuck here, and you don’t know why, endlessly lonely and bored. But… now?

Nanami Kento is here, and you enjoy his presence. You watched him from the shadows, your translucent form barely outlined against the wall. As the days turned into nights, you observed him with a fascination that flared up deep inside you, watched him as he slept, when his usually stern face would relax. You would always brush his hair back, but then one day you realize something.

His hair moved.

You touched him!? He opens his eyes, and you gasp, hovering over him, and the hazel eyes widen, but then he blinks, and you disappear. Nanami sits up, shirtless and chiseled within every inch of his life, fuck the man is absolutely beautiful, and he’s looking around the room.

“Hey, is … fuck I’m losing it. Is someone there?” You gasp, backing away from the bed then, as Nanami looks around, clearly sleepy and confused.

“Yeah.” You whisper, curious, and he bolts up, and then you see it, the bulge in his boxers, and you flush bright red… can ghosts blush!? Maybe? He was clearly huge, and apparently ghosts can get wet too.

Huh.

“Listen, I need my sleep. Please don’t annoy me.” You’re in shock, at how casual he is, and you laugh suddenly, apparently he notices because he glares. “Seriously, go… do ghost things and let me sleep.”

He’s back in bed, and if your heart still beat, it would thud.

You keep watching Nanami Kento, but now you mess with him, jumbling up his papers, just to enjoy the delight when he would yell at you. You would move his toaster just an inch, mix his spoons and forks, laughing maniacally as he would get so flustered, shifting them back. He is always so meticulous, that throwing him off becomes your new thrill.

On one evening, you watched as he flipped his light switch several times, each attempt to illuminate the living room met with flickering bulbs. You’re giggling as you keep fucking with the lights, clearly annoying this man, and you could feel bad, but he’s so cute when he’s annoyed.

“What now?” He mutters, and your laughter echoed softly in the corners of the room. Nanami’s head whipped around, eyes narrowed in irritation. “You are here again. Can you stop fucking around? Do you need to watch a movie?”

“You’re asking a ghost to watch a movie?” He whips his head again, as the storm outside rages, and the lightning illuminates the room, and suddenly his eyes are dead on you, wide in shock. Your eyes go wide right back. “Fuck… can you…”

“See you. Yep.” You fade away, frightened then, and he reaches for you in a few long steps, gripping your arms. You feel his touch, just like you had when you were alive, hot on your skin. “I’m touching you!?”

“I don’t know how you can even see me.” You whisper, and he just keeps holding you, this six foot something gorgeous man, and you don’t know how you look to him. “Am I ghost like?”

“No, you look like an… alive person. Is this offensive to you?”

You laugh softly. “No, I’m not offended. I know I’m dead. Just didn’t know how I look to you, to me I look the same.”

“You look beautiful.” You freeze, as does he, a blush on his high cheekbones, his lips pursed a bit. “I see you in my dreams. You give me those?”

“No, I wouldn’t know how! Um, you do?” He nods then, and you tentatively cup his face, feeling the stubble on his jaw. “Fuck if I was alive I’d have been simping so hard for you.”

“Simping? You talk odd.”

“You talk like an old man.”

“Not a ghost at least.” Your eyes widen, and he goes to apologize, but you just laugh then, breathless. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t believe this. Hello, Nanami Kento.”

“What happened to you?” He murmurs and you sigh, looking down, enjoying his touch far too much.

“I was hit by a car.”

His beautiful hazel eyes fill with concern, why can you even feel his warm breath, his body heat? How?

“I'm so sorry. Why are you…”

“A ghost?” He nods. “I don't know. I was a good person, just worked a lot like you. I didn't have anyone too close. I don't think I have unfinished business.”

“That's horrible. Are you stuck here?” You nod. “How often do you watch me. Hmm?”

You giggle at his question. “Not when you're naked. That's not very consensual is it.”

“Uh huh.”

“Your body is beautiful though from what I have seen.” Nanami blushes again, and it makes his cheekbones stand out even more. “Hey don't worry I'm not trying to date, I'm dead.”

He grimaces, he still hasn't let go of you. “Your humor is morbid.”

“Morbid? I'm dead. Duh.”

“Dear lord. Listen how can I help you move on?”

“Tired of me knocking your cups over?” You smirk and he glares down at you. Fuck he's hot.

“I'm very tired of it, yes. But also I'd like to help. What's something you wish you did before you died?” Nanami asks softly and you hum, touching his chest then, feeling the heart pumping blood in his veins, his hard muscles under your palm.

“Wish I worked less and relaxed more. Wish I had a life. Wish I had loved. Fuck my life was depressing…” you frown as you speak, and Nanami studies you seriously. His hands are sliding down your little shoulders, down your slender arms, making you tremble.

“I know how that feels. I could say the same. Well what do you-”

“Can I try something?” You whisper, cutting him off. He nods. You tiptoe, because no you can't float, that's so bullshit by the way, and you press your lips to his, feeling them hot on yours. You moan softly as little sparks float, making you feel alive. He is tense, unmoving. “There, a perfect kiss. Have I moved on?”

He shakes his head, and your breath catches when he yanks you to him by the waist, pressing you up against his hard body. “You're still here,” his voice is husky now. “I've had some interesting dreams.”

“Oh? Tell me.”

“Where you're on top of me in my sleep… where you're sucking my cock and I can't see you.” You blink rapidly, as his words fill you, and he's caressing your lower lip as he talks.

“Oh yeah?” Your hands trail down his perfect abdomen then, feeling it tremble. “Ghost head, huh?”

“In another dream I get you to manifest long enough to return the favor. And you dissappear once you cum all over my face.”

Now you are soaked.

Wait can you still fuck!?

“How rude of me not to ghost cuddle you afterwards.” You grin then and he moans softly, as you feel how hard he is against your tummy.

“How long until you disappear again?”

“I don't know, this is all so weird. Fuck I'll try though.” He snatches you up then, and your legs wrap around his narrow hips, then you're slammed into the wall, and somehow you don't just go through it, your physical form is there, as he holds you up. He kisses down your throat and you cry out, hands in his silky blond hair.

“Nanami!” You whine out, and he kisses down your chest, as you eagerly grind against him.

“Even better than the dream…” His words make you ache, yearn for more, to be real to not be dead. Fuck the life you could have had.

“Nanami I can't. I can't do this. It'll hurt too much having a taste.” He looks at you then, lips parted, big hands sliding your top right off your head. Huh, that comes off?

“Why shouldn't you. It's not fair what happened. How long have you been alone?”

You're crying, and yeah ghosts can cry, those tears are falling and disappearing as they do. “But what if I move on and can't see you again?”

Your eyes lock, as you realize what you're saying. “If it's your time, darling, it's your time. But for now, I'd love to fuck the reason I'm constantly hard. If I fuck you well enough, would you please stop shuffling my papers?” He pouts then, and you giggle, fuck you’re a ghost but you’re giggling, in his arms.

“I promise.” You brush his hair back, as you had so many nights, having watched him sleep, having watched him just existing so beautifully, and now? He could finally see you.

Your lips meet in another kiss, and then he’s sliding a hand to cup your breasts, nipple rising against his hard palm, fuck he’s just so warm, and alive… you errantly wonder if you feel weird to touch. What does a ghost feel like? But when he sinks two fingers up under your skirt (Yep you died in a skirt) and groans-

“Fuck you’re so hot.” You figure you feel pretty good. And fuck if he doesn’t make you wetter than you’d ever been alive, he makes you feel alive almost. But you’re still not tethered to the Earth, you’re only tethered to Nanami.

“Please…” You whisper, and he eagerly lays you on his bed. “Oh shit, I was scared I’d fall through!”

He chuckles. “You’re kinda bad at being a ghost you know.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, you aren’t very sneaky.” He slides your skirt off, kissing up your thighs, and you feel his hot breath where you’re soaked, making your hips rock up. “I saw you a lot of times but I wondered if I was hallucinating. I work too much.”

“You really do. Nanami promise me… you’ll… oh fuck!” He licks you then, right up your slit, groaning against your pussy.

“Promise what, Darling?” He murmurs, and you struggle to remember.

“Oh… promise you won’t- ah - work so much. It didn’t do me any good, Nanami… now I’m dead and-”

“You feel alive to me. You feel perfect.” You’re crying, your little glittery ghost tears, as his eyes, seductive and lidded stare up at you, and he grips your thighs. He laps you up and you fall apart, like nothing you’ve felt before, yanking on his usually perfect hair.

“Fuck, worth dying for a taste of this.” You whisper out, and then he’s got two fingers in you again, working spots you have no clue are there, his mouth sucking in your clit, and you shatter, cumming all over his handsome face.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, and you cum again as he scissors his fingers into you. “Should I say Good Ghost?”

“Both work, shit, shit you’re so good. I wish I’d had you around.”

“I wish I could have met you.” He murmurs, leaning above you then, and your thighs wrap around his hips, as your little hands run up and down his body. Somehow this feels perfect, this feels right. “This is insane, isn’t it? Are you just a dream?”

“No, Nanami… you’re the dream. Maybe there’s something good for me… mnh! Oh fuck.” He’s rubbing his tip along your folds, and you soak him. He’s so huge, and thick, bigger than you had alive, but there’s no pain, just ridiculous pleasure when he slides inside your entrance, his brows together, lips parted.

“Oh fuck… Darling.” You cry out then, gripping him so tight, so afraid how quickly this would end, as he’s kissing you, as he’s entering you, stroking faster and faster, the bed creaking and the headboard smacking the wall. “You feel so perfect. You’re just so, so beautiful.”

“Oh my god!” Was there a god for you? Maybe Nanami was it. As he works over you, as he tears you apart, until you’re spasming around him, sobbing against his neck, as he keeps making you cum, fucking you from one orgasm to the other. “Nanami… mnh.. Nanami!”

“Don’t even… what was… your name?” He whispers, grunting as he fucks into you, and you struggle to remember, what was it? Oh. You tell him, and then he whispers it in your ear, as his cock is steadily slamming into you, against your cervix, so deep you felt you two were one.

“Kento… call me… Kento…” He huffs, slowing now, your thighs are pressed up, and if you weren’t a ghost? You’d let this man get you pregnant.

That’s how good it is.

“Kento! Oh Kento… it’s so good I- ah!” He’s pressing your thighs against your breasts now, groaning as he fucks you so hard, until he slows, and his eyes catch yours in the night.

“Darling, can I-”

“Can’t get a ghost pregnant- ah- do it!” He’s moaning now, and he fills you with a few more pumps, before hot liquid shoots inside of you, and you cum right with it, clinging to him like he’s your life line, rubbing your hips up for more. He kisses you, so sweetly, over and over, and you fall into it, into his arms.

“I don’t want this to just be once. Don’t go.” He murmurs then, and you’re crying now, as he leans down, easing out and making a mess of your cum and his, and you feel yourself fading. “Darling, please.”

“I don’t wanna go either. I don’t.” He’s holding onto you, and you feel it, some odd pull, like you’re being split in a million directions. “I wish I could have known you, Nanami Kento. Please, don’t make my mistake. Just live, okay?”

You see his own eyes glittering with tears. “I feel like I should have known you… you look so familiar…”

“Maybe we’ll meet in another life?” He just sighs, holding you close, and you hum, eyes fluttering shut. Ghosts don’t sleep, right? Why were you… sleepy?

He’s caressing your cheek, and you hum happily. “There were more dreams. Maybe… stick around? We can try them all?”

You smirk a bit, looking up at this beautiful man, one you wish you could have known in your short life. You brush his tear aside, smiling. “You deserve more than a ghost, stuck in the apartment.”

Then you fade.

It was a beautiful time with…

******

You wake back up, in your body and you’re… alive!? You rush to the mirror, realizing you’re in your apartment. You check the phone, and it’s the next day, the day after you died. No fucking way…

You rush out, and bump right into him.

Nanami Kento!?

You look up at him, wide eyed, and he’s staring at you curiously, a little smile on his face, he looks not as tired as the Nanami you knew, is he the same, you wonder? You realize he’s stepping out of the apartment next to you, and your mind goes insane, have you been in a coma, was it a horrible dream?

“Hey there, I’m Nanami Kento, just moved in.” He holds out his hand, and you take it, trembling, and he frowns a bit. “Sorry, are you all right?”

“Uh… no. No I’m not. Do I look familiar to you?” You ask then, softly, and he nods just a bit, a blush decorating his cheeks. Yours joins as you remember vividly, his tongue on you, his cock inside you.

“Very familiar. Do you work at the same building as me maybe?” You shake your head, sighing, and you realize he has his briefcase. “You are familiar but I just can’t really place it.”

“Huh… sorry I’m being weird huh? Should I let you go?” Then you wonder, can you leave this apartment? “Actually. I gotta go somewhere to.”

“Well, come on then.” He tilts his head, pushing up his green framed glasses, and you touch your chest, feeling your heart beat steadily. Was this heaven, was this another dimension?

Then as you all are outside, a car zooms toward you, careening off the busy streets, and you remember, this is when you die.

“Fuck!” Nanami has thrown both of you out of the way, onto the sidewalk, and he’s on top of you, breathing heavily. His eyes go wide then, as do yours. “Oh my god… you were dead in my dream.”

“I dreamt of you… that I was dead… I…” You’re trembling, and he eases off you, helping you stand on shaky legs. “Was it some prophetic dream? Was I supposed to meet you? This is fucking weird. I’m not dead!?”

He chuckles then. “You’re so not dead. I remember it all. It’s like a fuzzy dream though isn’t it?”

“Oh my god. You saved me!” You’re sobbing, and he holds you close, and you feel it all crashing, everything together. You can’t explain shit, except you are supposed to be in this man’s arms. Your neighbor.

“Should we get you checked out? I knocked you on that concrete hard.” He brushes back your hair, inspecting it then. And you just giggle.

“Do you remember fucking me too?” He’s bright red, his nostrils flaring just so, and then he’s dragging you back into the building. “Hey!”

“Fuck work.” He slams you against the wall of the elevator, pressing one too many buttons, as he cups your face, sighing. “You told me not to work to death, I remember it all.”

“This is fucking crazy.” He nods, but he’s kissing you, and oh god it feels even better, as your own heart thuds against his.

“I won’t let you fade away again.” You hear the emotion in his voice, and your arms wrap around his neck. “You were a really annoying ghost.”

“I was good in bed though.” He moans, your tongues are entwining, teeth clinking as you messily kiss, and then you’re in your apartment, ripping each other's clothes off, in a maddening state.

Both of your phone alarms go off, and you laugh softly.

“I was gonna wait a year to relocate.” He murmurs, and your eyes fly open, as you realize what changed. “Something made me leave.”

“I’m so happy. Fuck… do you think ghost pussy is better by the way? I need your expert opinion.” He’s chuckling now, yanking at his cheetah tie, and you stop him, shaking your head. “Oh no, leave that on.”

So you died… but then you didn’t? And Nanami Kento saved you, and he already knows you, he knows where to touch and where to kiss. You all both don’t go to work that day, no, you are going to get some R n R. <3  Somehow, and some way you were supposed to always end up in his arms, it feels like heaven.

[suhkusa]

!! tw: anxiety attack

“Y/N?”

The voice pulls you out from your thoughts. It’s Coach Foster. You realize you haven’t paid attention to the past couple of points. 

You’re going to get in trouble.

You feel lightheaded as you grip tighter onto your pen, watching the match and continuing to jot down notes for the coach. You don’t know how many notes he’s expecting you to take. Don’t know if they’re supposed to be detailed, analytical, or just basic observations. You try to give a combination, but in turn scribble out a lot of the notes because they looked jumbled.

It’s the first time in a while that you’ve been this nervous. Usually you’re able to bury your anxiety and ignore it, but this time it’s actively affecting you. And it’s annoying.

Constantly checking your phone to see if Asu has replied to you is damaging your work ethic. It’s distracting. He said he’d be there ASAP, didn’t he? It’s just your luck that he isn’t here when you really needed it.

It’s getting warm. Hot, even. You’re not even layered up on clothes but you can feel your hands getting clammy around your clipboard and pen. 

You needed to get out of here. 

You’re anxious as you turn to the coach, even more so when you realize he and the co-coach are 100% locked into the game. It’s a practice match and you’re here trembling like a baby.

How embarrassing.

“Coach,” your voice doesn’t feel like your own, “Can- I mean may I go on lunch a little early, I feel lightheaded,”

His face scrunches up in worry, you made him worry.

“Yeah of course, be sure to drink water and let us know if you need anything,”

You just give him a curt nod before dropping your clipboard onto the benches and heading outside.

When you check the time you get scared, you couldn’t have waited 5 more minutes huh, Y/N? 

The cool breeze envelopes you as you step outside. Breaths you didn’t even know you were holding were coming out one after another. At first, they were normal and organized but then they suddenly became erratic and uncontrolled. Fuck, not now.

You collapse against a nearby bench as panic swallows you whole. You’re stupid, why are you even freaking out so bad? This is embarrassing, humiliating. You want to go home.

What even made you think this internship would be easy? They’re a D1 college volleyball team, did you really think it’d be fine and dandy? Another example of your dumb decisions getting you into a mess.

You’re not reliable at all.

Your vision is blurry with tears and you force your head down towards your lap immediately. God, just stop crying already.

You just love to make everyone worry about you, don’t you?

“Y/N,”

You jump at the voice, your breathing, tears and movements halting all at once. Fuck.

You’re swallowing back the lump in your throat, blinking away the tears and taking a deep breath before continuing, “Yeah?”

When you finally look up, fear washes over you as you’re basically face to face with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

So pitiful.

“Are you okay?”

You always hate when people ask that. Especially when you’re obviously not. It just makes you self conscious and think about why you were upset in the first place. 

Thankfully, the tears were slow as they fell, and while your breaths were still uncontrollable, they were definitely calmer.

His eyes widened and you’re nervous for what he’s about to say. He’ll probably just scold you again.

“Hey,” he’s squatting down to your level, “deep breaths, Y/N,”

Sakusa breathes deeply inwards then out, gesturing for you to follow his lead. You do.

Weirdly enough it helps.

“I noticed you were nervous earlier,” he noticed? Did others? “What happened?”

“I—” you don’t know. Not really, anyways. Sakusa notices your hesitance. 

“You don’t have to say if you’re uncomfortable,”

“Sorry, I’m just scared that- that I’m not good at this job. This internship plus my exams plus homework, it- it’s too much,” you take another deep breath, “You were right, I shouldn’t have signed up for this— I’m so stupi—”

“Don’t,” your eyes meet again, this time he looks so concerned, the authenticity scares you, “I didn’t mean what I said— I was an asshole, alright? You’re doing great, Coach was going over your notes before he released us for lunch and said they were so much more than he expected,” 

“Liar—”

“I’m serious,” Sakusa says, “and this is all new to you, of course it’ll be hard to balance but I know you’ll get used to it. It’s temporary, just remember that. Just a semester and you can go back to how it was,”

It’s scary how much his words reassure you. You didn’t even realize you had calmed down until now. 

“I’m sorry, that was embarrassing,” you laugh off the awkwardness, wiping at your eyes, “Sorry you had to see that,”

“Don’t apologize,” he stands up, attention still focused on you, “Why don’t you come inside? Everyone was wondering where you were,”

Taking one last deep breath, you stand up with a smile, “Alright, after you,”

SECRET ALLIANCE — BREATHE

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NOTES.

y/n has been staying up late without telling anyone to study

she had a job in her freshman year but quit within a month because it was too much

she knows she shouldn’t be, but she’s a bit upset at Asu

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[muav99]

Drunk confessions with Hyunjin💋

Pt 1. Continued story- Bestfriends to lovers, Hyunjin x reader, Teasing, Good girl kink, Drunk but consensual acts

Flashback to the night prior..

You and hyunjin were having a sleepover!

It wasn’t a rare occasion as you two were nearly attached to the hip. Seeing each other everyday nearly. But nonetheless it was still a fun idea. You headed to the gas station to pick up some snacks.

He grabbed the Soju and you grabbed the Ramen and Tteokbokki. Perfect. And a bag of Cheetos just cause.

You assumed the 4 bottles you got would be fine just for sampling each flavor.

Wrong. Dead wrong.

2 hours later you were screaming Karaoke and the bottles are on the floor all empty except one. Hyunjin giggling and dancing along to your song.

After you’re finale you crashed to the floor a laughing mess.

“Y/n y/n stay sitting down please” hyunjin laughs

“Okayyyy” you respond

“Hmmmmm lets play a game” hyunjin says

“Amazing idea”

“What about we take this last bottle and play truth or drink?” He suggests playfully cocking his eyebrow up and down

“Oh deal hwang” you say and grab the bottle out of his hand

“Okay y/n, so. would you sleep with any of the guys?” He asks giving you that sassy look he always makes

“No” you say almost immediately

“Not even felix?” He teases

“Mmmmm as much as he’s hot, I’m not into him” you say

“Who are you into then?”

“Was that the question?” You sassily respond cocking your head to the side

*He dramatically throws his head back and groans

“Fine. You go.”

“Hyunjin, what’s your ideal type?” You ask kind of curious

“You” he says seriously

“I……..” you go silent

“HA KIDDING” he screeches laughing “Oh I got you y/n”

“Haha ha yeah” you cough out a fake laugh still very shocked and confused. Hyunjin’s one to joke but that felt off. Nevermind. He’s just drunk, so are you.

“Y/n what turns you on?” Hyunjin asks bringing back that cocky look in his eyes

“Ew you don’t need to know” you take a shot

“Awwww come on y/n don’t be a wimp, just one thing” he says pleading

“I already took a shot hyun why…..”

He interrupts you by moving a whole lot closer

“Please”

This is definitely not a friend conversation but okay. You cant deny hyunjin’s puppy dog gaze.

*sigh* You look him in the face “Well….if you must know. Like dirty talk. Or more specifically like positive responses”

“Like what?”

“Why do you…”

“Im just curious” he says breathing on your face a little closer then before

“Ur a perv”

“Hey!!!!!!”

“UGH like good girl, or you’re doing so well or something like that”

“Ohhhhhh i see” he says

“Now lay off and you take a shot too for pestering me.” You say arms crossed making an annoyed face at him

He swigs a big sip of the soju

“Hyunjin, why are you looking at me like that?”

His gaze upon your face is intense. You swear he’s looking from your eyes to your lips to your chest??? But its hard to tell because the whole room is spinning.

“Do you want me to drink again?” He asks you

“Well its that or answer the question”

“Im not sure you want the answer”

“Oh” you start to put it all together in your jumbled brain

Well. Now you’re kinda too curious. You can’t deny you’ve always felt a little something for him. I mean have you seen HIM??

“Tell me” you say hesitantly still unsure of your choice

“Because you’re my ideal type.” He says staring into your eyes

You gulp, anxious about what to even say blankly staring at him in shock

“See Im sorry never….nevermind” he says scooting away from you looking upset

You grab his hand

“No!”

He looks at your hands then up at you

“I just…..how am I supposed to even respond to that. You’re like my best friend and obviously gorgeous but I don’t wanna ruin anything and we’re VERY drunk so…..”

He puts a finger on your lips to stop your rambling

“Do you like me?”

“I mean…….yeah I do”

“Then nothing else matters” he whispers moving back real close to you

He leans in and pulls you in for a deep kiss. His lips taste like cherries and alcohol. And god he can kiss. You always assumed he could but its better then you expected

You both pull apart for a moment. But you didn’t want to let go.

He dives back in engulfing you in his embrace

Kissing you passionately and deeply. Its slowly but sloppy and just sexy. God he’s just sexy. You grab on his arms pulling him closer if possible. You never noticed how toned he truly was till now, and feeling it for yourself.

He lets go to breathe and you both pant noses touching as you rest

“How drunk are you?” He asks sounding concerned now

“A bit but I know what I’m doing” the room starts to be still for a moment and you take that as a green light

“I just don’t want to take advantage of you.” He says

A real man.

You both are equally fucked up and drunk. But you know what your doing and it’s VERY consensual.

“You….are you implying?” You ask a little shy now

“I want you, please” he asks bringing those eyes back

You ache for him

“Yes” you breathe out

“Good girl” he says leaning back in to your lips

Pt.2 coming soon🩷 comment if you want to be tagged!!

[know-the-way]

Continued Stages of Falling Down the Miss Fisher Rabbit Hole

I’m gonna be real - I wish I could watch things in chronological order, I really do, but my ADHD brain just doesn’t work like that. So, I’ve bounced all around the different seasons and my overall thoughts are a jumbled mess. However, there are some things - in chronological order - that I just continue to go feral over the more I look at them, so I’m gonna share with the class. (P.S. Thank you so much for the warm welcome! You’re all very lovely and I just hope I don’t fuck that up by being annoying 😅… Uh… yep. Anyway, have a nice day! Lots of nonsense and a wee bit of meta below!)

- “Perhaps we could allow ourselves one candle?” “I think I could cope with that.”

Mmhm, listen here you cheeky fuckers, I see you. Whoever wrote this show learned the art of subtle symbolism and slow burn majesty, and while I am HERE for it, I also just… ya know… *pushes heads together* kiss already.

- Hearing Phryne say “I’m looking for my daughter” when she was searching for Jane in Queen of the Flowers. *clutches chest* Owwww. Her progression from “ugh, kids” to “this one’s okay, I guess” to “she is a part of me and to wrench her away would be akin to removing my very heart.” Just… yes. I will always love that dynamic. But I also appreciated Phryne emphasizing that Jane’s mum would always be her mum. I feel like there’s normally a focus on the child needing to choose between their biological or adoptive parents and it was refreshing that they allowed room for both of those relationships with Jane to exist equally.

- Maybe it’s just me, but whyyyyy does this exchange feel so domestic? There’s something about Jack just sitting there, marveling at her being in her own element, telling Hugh “of course” when he asks if Phryne knows judo (‘cause he knows her well enough to not be shocked anymore - like ‘of course she knows judo and speaks 8 languages and flies planes, it’s common sense Collins, get with the program’), and already knowing the answer to his suspicion about the “dangerous weapon.” It all just has an air of ‘gently teasing my spouse of 10 years in front of people because I know it winds them up and that’s our love language’ about it.

I’m also kind of curious how long Phryne has been practicing martial arts. Was it a ‘from childhood’ thing or a ‘from a traumatic event that made learning this skill feel necessary’ thing? If that fic hasn’t been written yet, I’d love to read one.

- “This time, you’re an accomplice. And unless you plan on killing Inspector Robinson yourself, he’ll make sure you hang.”

Again… I could so easily be reaching, but to me this comes off very much like “once my husband finds out what you’ve done to me, he will spend every waking moment ensuring your demise.” Couple that with Jack carrying her out like Prince Fucking Valiant and… yeah. #FERAL

- The fact that he wasn’t already holding her hand, but she was reaching for him… 🥺 The hurt/comfort goblin that lives in my brain: thriving. Just… fuck me up.

I still have two episodes of season 2 to finish, but so far my overall summary is that - by episode 3 - they’re together. Together, together. Don’t even care that it’s not “official,” don’t care that they don’t say it explicitly… they’re committed to each other in every way that matters, so they are bloody together. Just need them to realize that and accept it. For all our sakes.

[bluiex]

Lol sorry y’all I won’t be able to write for a while bc I am ✨hospitalized✨

In the meantime tho have this until I’m okay again

Context: Mumbo important business man and Scar incubus/imp/whatever

Mumbo sighed as he looked up from his work and saw Scar sitting on his desk. He knew he couldn't ignore the imp's presence for too long, but he was trying his best to focus on his work. “Scar, can you please move off my desk? I need to finish this project by the deadline.” Mumbo said, trying to sound composed and in control, despite the anxiety he felt inside.

Scar smirked mischievously and shook his head. “Oh, but Mumbo, I'm so comfortable here. Besides, you know you love having me around~” Scar said, his voice low and seductive as he continued to sit there like a particularly annoying cat.

Mumbo frowned, feeling a mix of annoyance and fear. He knew that Scar had a tendency to distract him from his work, and he couldn't afford any delays if he wanted to meet the deadline. “I don't have time for your games right now, Scar. Please, just let me finish my work.” he said, his stutter making his words come out in a jumbled mess.

Scar's expression softened, and he hopped off the desk to stand in front of Mumbo. “Hey, it's okay. I'll let you work in peace. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself, okay?” Scar said, his almost neon green eyes filled with concern.

Mumbo nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as Scar disappeared from view. Despite his annoyance at the imp's antics, he couldn't help but feel grateful for Scar's caring nature. He knew that his taxing job could be both a blessing and a curse, and he was glad to have Scar around to help him navigate it all. He set an alarm before going back to work.

By the time the alarm went off, he had forgotten what it was for and turned it off before working more. As Mumbo continued working, he started to feel more and more anxious. He knew that he had a lot riding on this project, and the pressure was starting to get to him. Suddenly, he remembered the alarm he had set earlier, and he realized that he had been working for hours without taking a break.

Feeling a bit dizzy and disoriented, Mumbo got up from his desk and stumbled towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. As he was pouring the hot water into the mug, he felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He knew that this was a sign that Scar was coming. Just then, Scar appeared beside him, looking concerned. “Mumbo, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost,” he said, his voice laced with worry.

Mumbo shook his head, feeling embarrassed by his sudden panic. “I don't know, Scar. I just feel like something weird is happening. Maybe it's just my anxiety acting up.” He said, taking a sip of his tea.

Scar nodded, looking thoughtful. “Well, I'll keep an eye out for anything unusual. In the meantime, why don't you take a break and rest for a bit? You can't work yourself to the bone, you know!” he have a sharp-toothed grin, giving Mumbo a reassuring pat on the back.

Mumbo smiled weakly, feeling grateful for Scar's support. Despite anxiety, he knew that he could rely on Scar to help him through the tough times. As he sat down to rest, he made a mental note to take better care of himself in the future.

“Take a break, darling.” Scar pressed kisses along his neck.

Mumbo blushed as he felt Scar's lips on his neck, but he knew that he needed to focus on his work. “Scar, as much as I appreciate your affection, I really need to finish this project. Can we maybe save this for later?” he said, trying to sound firm but gentle.

Scar pouted, looking disappointed but understanding. “Of course, my dear. Your work always comes first~!” he said, giving Mumbo a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing from view.

Mumbo took a deep breath and tried to push the distraction out of his mind as he returned to his work. As much as he loved spending time with Scar, he knew that he had to prioritize his responsibilities. He worked tirelessly for the next few hours, only taking short breaks to stretch and rest his eyes.

Finally, as the deadline approached, Mumbo put the finishing touches on his project and hit the submit button. He let out a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him. He knew that he couldn't have done it without Scar's support and encouragement, but he was also proud of himself for pushing through his anxiety and finishing the job.

As he sat back in his chair, he felt Scar's presence beside him. “Congratulations, my love. You did it!” Scar beamed, placing a gentle hand on Mumbo's shoulder.

Mumbo smiled, feeling grateful for Scar's love and support. Despite his workload and anxiety, he knew that he had a friend in Scar who would always be there for him.

Scar returned to kissing along his neck. “You’re so good. I’m so proud of you for getting all your work done.” He purred, sultry eyes staring up at Mumbo’s.

Mumbo blushed as he felt Scar's lips on his neck again, but he couldn't help but feel grateful for Scar's praise and support. “Thanks, Scar. I couldn't have done it without you..” he said, feeling a warm sense of comfort wash over him.

Scar chuckled, his breath hot against Mumbo's skin. “Oh, I know that. But seriously, Mumbo, you did an amazing job. You should be proud of yourself!” he said, his voice full of admiration.

Mumbo smiled, feeling a sense of pride welling up inside him. He knew that he had worked hard on this project, and he was glad that it had paid off. As Scar continued to shower him with kisses and compliments, he felt a sense of contentment and happiness that he hadn't felt in a long time. He knew that he had a long way to go in terms of dealing with his anxiety and work habits, but with Scar by his side, he felt like anything was possible.

See y’all soon oof

- 💚

I HOPE YOU'RE OKAY<333 AND FEEL BETTER

UWAAHHH this is adorable. I love me some supportive loving Scar, making sure Mumbo knows how good he's done and making sure he's doing alright an not over working too much- so good :D

[dxmeriberry]

woahh i have some thoughts about this season

woww this new season of aggretsuko was so many things and i have so many thoughts. so this is gonna be a bit discombobulated because i don’t have the energy to write a cohesive review but wanted to share. So... The beginning of this season cut deep and I related so hard to Haida’s struggle. Aggretsuko has always had this knack in relatable and this has remained true ever since I watched the first episode. While, I felt that Haida and Retsuko being together felt a bit forced at the end of season 3, it’s really seeing them work as a couple. Yeah, sometimes they feel a bit boring when you compare Retsuko’s romance with Tadano, but they feel stable and like they get each other. It’s nice and feels easy, even if the relationship isn’t always easy.  It was also great to see some Haida development and his family (yikes, they’re assholes, no wonder Haida struggle to feel like he’s important when you have family like that). 

I also rewatched some early episodes and it’s so interesting to see how Retsuko has grown throughout the series. She mentions after meeting Haida’s family that she wanted to give death voice but she didn’t want to get upset over stupid stuff anymore. I compared this with one of the early scenes where Retsuko is in a shop and the employee won’t stop pestering her. She lets out her rage voice (at least internally) and its hilarious but really shows how different she is in the 5th season. She doesn’t really rage overing annoying inconveniences anymore, nor does she have that dissatisfied outlook over her life anymore. Now that I think about it, most of the action in the early seasons take place in her office, but in the fifth season, we mostly see her outside of her job - in the home, with Haida, with friends, etc. She’s found a groove in her life and she’s more confident and sure of herself. (I’m jealous, like get me to this level lol).  Another thing, her friends. She has so many people rooting her on. In episode 1, Kabae is annoying the shit out of her and she holds people at arms length. Even her closest friends, Gori and Washimi, had to worm their way into friendship. But in season 5, Kabae and Anai (someone Retsuko didn’t get along with at first) are scoping out the diner to make sure Haida isn’t cheating on her. Even Ton! Who starts out as a shitty boss but becomes this sort of mentor figure that isn’t afraid to tell Retsuko that hard truth when it’s needed and supports her. Seeing the growth for all these characters is just so amazing and this show is definitely one of my favorite shows. Now despite that, the end of season 5 felt a little….like a jumbled mess. I still enjoyed it a lot but I wasn’t really sure where things were going. I feel like Retsuko’s little stint in politics was kind of odd. They even made a meta reference to it where all these insane things happen to Retsuko for the audience’s entertainment. Regardless, I’m not really what it bought to the show or added  to her development. It even felt like it regressed it a bit. When they were suckering her into running for political office, I kept wondering when she would just say no, death metal style. But she didn’t. She let herself get pushed into it and personally didn’t understand why her friends thought it was a good idea. It would be one thing if Retsuko had thoughts or feelings about the system, or even was personally victimized by it. But she was kinda lukewarm about the whole thing. And I’m guessing that’s why they had her lose. Which I’m glad she did. But again, what was the point? However, the show’s small exploration of homelessness and people at the “bottom” of the system was very interesting but also a bit disappointing. In the beginning of Season 5, we see Haida staying at a net cafe and he quickly becomes part of that community. Everyone is going through it and has their own issues and burdens, but people help each other out and it was great to see that kind of communal bond. They helped Haida gain some direction more than his family ever did. And I’m glad Haida tried to stick up for them. Unfortunately, this part of the story didn’t really go anywhere. I think they were trying to make Retsuko this inspirational figure for people frustrated with the current system (and that is so relevant right now). But again, she was lukewarm. She didn’t really have passion for what she doing, just going along with what people wanted from her. It was just another crazy adventure for her to go through when we’re shown that there are people going though some hard, hard struggles (like Shikibane and the dog dude). And I’m not really sure what Retsuko’s death metal duet with Shikibane was supposed to achieve. I’m guessing to inspire her but It didn’t have the impact that it meant to.  We don’t know much about Shikibane and a lot of her struggle are left unsaid, so maybe that’s why it’s hard to understand this part of the show. But overall, I feel like this part of the story didn’t go deep enough. Some other dislikes; Haida and Retsuko getting married? Like they’re a good couple but not that good where the show can just rush through signing marriage certificates in a death metal montage. Idk, I feel kind of whatever about it. Like I’m not, “omg this is so fucking stupid why would they do that” but I’m also not excited or goo goo ga ga over it. They’re just ok and I feel like there’s a lot more to say about this, but to go over their whole relationship would be too long at least for this post. Finally, one of the last thoughts I had which isn’t really a criticism but I noticed there was less Washimi and Gori this season. Which at first made me sad because I love them and I love their friendship with Retsuko. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. As you get older and  busier, it can be hard to meet up with friends on the regular. Retsuko is busy with Haida and politics. However, despite being busy, she maintains that friendship with them. She can’t meet with them all the time, every so often they get together. She continues to nurture that friendship. And that’s real. Because it can be hard when we don’t see our friends as often anymore. but you know the love is still there when you put in the effort anyway. Even if it’s once every few months. And gori and washimi continue to support her, even if it’s from far away. Also last thing, but when Tadano was with Washimi and Gori, looking at Retsuko. Ughhhh it made me so sad. Because it’s so obvious he still loves her but despite his feelings. He’s in her and Haida’s corner. He’s too good for this world. And I know some people say that she should have stayed with Tadano. But I understand that they wanted different things and that’s ok. So I hope Tadano will one day get what he deserves as well. That was way more than I thought I would write but I enjoyed the season overall and I think this is the last season so I’m sad lol but will definitely rewatch and probably have more thoughts to share. 

[lovemesomesurveys]

Think back to yesterday, what were you doing around this time? My mom, aunt, and I were getting ready to get takeout and watch a movie. 

What was the last thing you watched on the TV? Catfish. 

Do you think pets can get annoying easily? I literally feel like trash if I ever to dare to think my doggo is acting annoying in that moment. She’s so pure and precious and loving and we’re her world and she’s happy how can I get annoyed? She does no wrong, that’s my babyyyy. 

Did you know that pickles have no calories? Makes sense, but I really don’t care about that. I love pickles. 

Do you enjoy family get togethers? I do. It’s been several years since I’ve been to one due to my major health setbacks. 

In a group of three, do you often feel like the third wheel? Yes. I’m always the 3rd wheel. I could start out as the mutual friend to the other two and then they end up besties and I’m the one leftover. 

What color are your pants? I’m not wearing pants, they’re overrated. 

Is there snow on the ground where you are? No, it doesn’t snow here.

What is keeping you warm right now? It’s 70 degrees, which is warm to me, but more than anything it’s my house and its shitty ventilation. It doesn’t get much cooler in here than mid 70s F if we’re lucky, but typically it’s like 79 or 80 and then in the summer it creeps up to upper 90s. It can be hotter in my house a lot of the time than it is outside. My ceiling fan isn’t much help either cause it’s just stirring around hot air. 

Has anyone bought you a piece of jewelry? Yes, I’ve received a lot of jewelry from my family throughout my life.

How far away is your next birthday? We’re almost in June and my birthday is in July, so it’s creepin up fast. 

Do you have plans for that birthday yet? No. Last year on my birthday as I lied in my hospital bed, I had said I hope by next (this) year I’ll be able to do something fun, but the odds aren’t in my favor. 

When did you last take a shower? A couple nights ago.

Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon? No.

Have you ever flown somewhere alone? Nooo.

Are you more serious or funny? I have my playful, weird, corniness, side but life has torn me down a lot and I feel like my sense of humor is not at all what it was like before. I used to laugh so much more and like real, genuine laughs. I found more things funny and fun. I was so easily entertained. Now I feel like I’m more serious and don’t laugh like I used to. I don’t even recall the last time I had a real, genuine laugh. 

Is there someone that annoys you but you haven’t told them? Yeah.

When is garbage day in your area? Wednesday.

Who/What was the last thing to really irritate you? Meh, something someone said. 

Do you think people either love or hate spongebob? I guess I’d say it’s an either love or hate type of thing. 

Have you seen that new “Lie To Me” show? No. 

What is something you’d rather be doing right now? I’m ready to eat my Taco Bell, ha.

Do you find that people are too hard on you? Sometimes, but no one is harder on me than me. 

Do you take surveys often? Yeah. Not nearly as often as I used to, though. It’s also sad cause I feel like that’s true with a lot of the survey community now. I miss our little survey crew on here. 

Do you tend to slam things around when you’re mad? No. 

Do you know anyone who hates/dislikes chocolate? I think dark chocolate is disgusting.

Could you vote in this last election? Yeah.

Have you taken a shower today? No.

How much sleep did you get last night? Like 10 hours. 

Do you have more girl friends or guy friends? I have no friends. 

What is your current mood? Right now I’m hungry and just want to eat my Taco Bell my brother is out getting me right now.

Is there anything on your mind at the moment? There’s always something, more often just everything, on my mind. My mind is a jumbled mess and it’s hard focusing on just one thing, but some thoughts do fight for front and center. 

Are there any movies out that you’d like to see? I would like to see the new Little Mermaid. 

Have you ever been on a website called Stickam? Yes. I forget exactly what it was, though. 

Have you ever hated yourself? I do hate myself.

Are you hungry? Yes and my brother just got back with my food yay.

Did your parents ever ground you? Once.

Where was the last place you went out to eat? It’s been over a year since I’ve last gone out to eat... I don’t remember. 

Have you ever felt like you needed a better life than the one you have? I’ve certainly wished some things were different and better than they are.

Do you own an MP3 player of some kind? I just use Spotify on my phone. 

Do you have a moment in your life you wish you could replay over again? I have a lot of favorite memories that I cherish and want to keep special. 

Have you ever been in a play? If so, did you like it? No.

What is one musical artist you wish wasn’t making music? --

When was the last time you cleaned something? I just washed my hands a bit ago.

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? Yes. Most recently was around this time last year, actually. 

Do you like your smile? No, it’s one of my biggest insecurities. 

Do you have someone that you think truly understands you? For the most part. 

When was the last time you doubted yourself? I always doubt myself. 

Is there anything currently bothering you? Of course there is. 

Would you say that you’ve got something ‘special’ about you? Not even a little. 

Who was the last person to cheer you up when you were down? My aunt. She came to stay with me for a few days over the long weekend.

Are you scared of what you do not know? Yes. My future terrifies me.

Is there anything in the next six months that you’re looking forward to? My aunt really wants to take me to a Jonas Brothers concert in September, but I just don’t see myself being able to go and it’s really upsetting. :(

Were you/are you popular in high school? No I was not, and that’s perfectly fine with me. 

Do you really care what people think about you? I do, but it’s lessened a bit as I get older. I think that more so has to do with me just being hardened by life and not caring about anything. It required too much energy. 

Do you find yourself treating others like you’d want to be treated? >> well, I do my best, anyway. <<<

Are you constantly envious of others? I do find myself feeling that way often... :/

Are you more of a whiner with things or a do’er of things? >> I'm more of a whiner-whilst-doing-the-thing. <<< Hahah, same.

List three of your favorite TV shows: That’s so hard but I’ll say Only Murders in the Building, Stranger Things, and Wednesday.

Would your friends say you’re a relaxed person or stressed? Stressed. Though, I appear less stress on the outside I’m sure. Unless you really know me.

What do you find yourself worrying most about these days? My health. Always.

Would you say it’s hard to earn your trust? Umm. I wouldn’t quite say that.

Who was the last person to compliment you? My aunt.

Anything interesting happen this past week? Like I mentioned, my aunt came to visit me for a few days and she brought diamond paintings for us to do, which is something I’ve been wanting to try for awhile so that was cool. 

When was the last time you felt scared? I worry about my health. 

What’s on your mind this very second? I’m sleepy.

Do you know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’? Yes.

Do you correct other people’s grammar/spelling when talking to them online? Nooo, not out loud or to them personally, but I can’t help but correct in my mind. 

Is bacon one of your favorite foods? Not at all, I don’t like bacon. I don’t understand the obsession. 

Are you one of those people who like to sleep in on the weekends? I sleep in whenever my body allows it.

Do you like things Vampire related? I had my big vampire phase for awhile. 

Have you ever cussed at a parent or teacher? No.

When was the last time you saw snow? I don’t even know it’s been so long. 

Have you ever felt stupid after saying something? Uh, yes. Only all the time. 

Do you find yourself cold at the moment? Ugh, no it’s hot.

Are your nails currently long? No, they’re barely there at all. I was doing so good for a few months recently and then of course like always I fell back off. 

Are you the kind of person who does not like talking about their past? I talk a lot about my past, I’m stuck there.

Do you have long slender fingers or short chunky ones? Long and slender.

Do you think your foot size fits your body type? I guess. 

Are you the competitive type? I like fun, friendly competition. 

Are you more of a mommy’s person or a daddy’s person? I’m a mama’s girl. 

[hornyanimegirl]

You’re Perfect

featuring . . . KENMA KOZUME

includes . . . chubby reader, pet names, fluff, and aged up characters

notes . . .  i’ve been feeling really down lately, and my self esteem has lowered a lot. i’ve had mental breakdowns from just looking in the mirror, and i cried while reading a headcannon (im a mess). so I thought writing some fluff would help me. this was honestly a rant about everything i have went through, and going through so sorry if it doesn’t fit your character.

As you looked in the mirror you couldn’t help the disappointment look you gave yourself as your eyes trailed over your body.

You were chubbier then most, and society seemed to get to you as you picked out every physical flaw you could see in the mirror.

love handles

stretch marks

big stomach

thick thighs

You hated the way you obsessed over your looks like some teenager. But, you couldn’t control the way you looked at yourself as less then others. The models you saw online looked nothing like you. 

It was terrible to compare yourself to people who obviously only post the good pictures. People have told you that. But, its just not that easy. You tried to remind yourself that all bodies are beautiful, but your mind always counters it with “except yours”.

You’ve struggles with this your entire life. You had always been this size, the words “overweight” had always come out of the pediatricians mouth. Back then, it only reminded you how “fat” you were. The way they went on and on about how you should start eating properly and drink less juice.

Its not that easy, its never that easy.

The thoughts kept coming and coming and coming. You soon were sitting against the wall balling your eyes out because of the unrealistic standards you set for yourself.

You hated this, you hated all of this. You’ve been told “you look so great”. It never helped. The only thing you could think after those comments were

“am I crazy”

“do I actually look good”

“is there something wrong with me”

and then it ended up with another mental breakdown in the bathroom.

“Kitten, I’m home where are you”

The sound of Kenma’s voice and the front door closing brought you out of your state. You quickly wiped your eyes and went to go greet your boyfriend.

“Hi Kenma, welcome home” 

You tried to put on your best smile so you wouldn’t burden him with another one of your episodes after a long day, but he saw right through you.

“Hunny what’s wrong”

His voice was gentle as he softly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a hug. One arm wrapped around your waist, and the other on your head that rested on his chest.

“You can tell me kitten”

He whispered into your ear. And that was all it took to have you break in his arms. The tears you desperately tried to stop came flooding out, and your arms gripped his shirt.

“I just... me... and skinny... fat”

The words came out in jumbles, not being able to put how you felt into words. It was hard to explain to someone that you didnt love your body. But, Kenma understood every word. 

“shhh, just breathe my love”

He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, and your face shoved in his shoulder.

Kenma sat on the couch softly stroking your back waiting to you to calm down. 

Your crying soon turned into sniffles as you wiped away your tears on Kenma’s shirt.

“Y/n look at me”

His voice was soft and quiet, and as you moved to sit up on Kenma’s lap, taking in his relaxed face. Strands of hair falling out of his pony tail into his eyes, a soft smile supporting his feminine features.

“I know its so hard to accept yourself. But, I want you to know I love you just like this, every part of you is perfect to me. I’ll always be here with you through your journey of loving yourself, because I love you. You don’t have to worry about me getting annoyed because I want to know when you’re feeling like this”

“I never want you to with hold your feelings because you think your bothering me”

His eyes held nothing but love as he gazed into yours. It was like you were falling in love all over again. 

You were so grateful to have someone like Kenma in your life. Someone who would be there to support and reassure you through your toughest times.

He wiped away the new found tears that fell from your eyes. Pulling you in for a tight hug”

“I love you kitten”

“I love you too Kenma”

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What we see - Part 1

Summary: Marc and Steven have returned to their flat in London shortly after everything in Cairo. But there's just something Steven can't get out of his head. What really happened when they both blacked out?

Steven and Marc discuss the possibility of a third.

Warnings: I don't know. You watched the show. All of that.

Pairing: None. Word count: 1447

PART ONE. Steven can’t sleep and that means he thinks. 

Part two now up HERE.

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You’re not meant to see that.

This was something that Steven had been thinking about lately. Uttered to him in a time of great vulnerability when they were lost deep in the Duat. 

There was a lot that he hadn’t been meant to see and had not seen. Communication was open now, but it didn’t stop Marc from hesitating to explain some things. 

He didn’t blame him. It’s hard to change such a deeply ingrained habit and form of self protection. The first time Steven had asked about his military service it had taken Marc a full day to come around to telling him more than just “I served and then I got discharged.” 

Steven was patient. If Marc needed time then he would give it easily. He knew that he would eventually be rewarded with answers in time. Marc was learning to open up. 

In some way, Steven missed how easy the Duat had been. A door for ever memory. He could just stroll down the hall and see first hand something that might not be so easy to explain. 

But there had been so many doors… And so many of them had been locked. Marc had admitted to the fact that his memories were a jumbled mess. 

A fugue state.

“Hey Marc?” Steven turned the Rubik's cube over in his hands slowly. He waited for a moment before he felt Marc stir. 

“Steven? What time is it?” 

Steven glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Almost three.” 

“In the morning?” Marc ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “You realize that the body does require sleep, right? Just because I’m not active doesn’t mean we are getting rest.” 

Steven turned and gave his reflection an annoyed look. “Funny coming from the man that ran around all the time following a giant pigeon at all hours of the night.” 

Marc gave him an equally annoyed look. “What is it Steven?” 

“Are you missing a lot of time? Black outs and what not?” He turned a row of color and held up the freshly solved cube for a moment before he set it aside to scramble and resolve tomorrow night. 

“Are you serious?” Marc rolled his eyes and moved to a more comfortable reflection in order to give Steven a direct look. “Half my life has felt like one giant black out.” 

“I mean times that wasn’t me. Like your fugue state.” Steven sat forward in his chair and held up the latest book he had been studying. 

Marc looked at the cover. “You’re reading about our problem.” Marc had never bothered to read up on it. He had only recently learned the proper term for it thanks to Steven. Marc had shied away from reading about it. A trauma from his past that Steven had yet to touch on, he was sure. 

“Well I figure I might as well know what’s making us tick. Layla actually recommended this book to me.” Layla had a million questions and Marc had been stubbornly quiet on the topic. It was all still so new to Steven that he didn’t even feel qualified to answer without learning all he could about it. “Ask me anything about Egypt and I could go on for days. Ask me about how my own mind works and it is rather embarrassing how little I can answer.” 

“Yeah, okay.” Marc sat back in the chair, arms folded tightly over his chest. A posture Steven recognized as the ‘I’ll talk but ask the wrong question and I’m shutting this down’ pose. 

“Fugue state.” Steven repeated. “That wasn’t me. I think I’d remember waking up in military garb in another country.” 

“I don’t know. I just sort of wandered off. It was a rough time. It happens all the time to soldiers. One too many horrors of war and all that. I had this one buddy, he… You know, PTSD and all that…” Marc shrugged and looked away. 

“Right.” Steven made a mental note to try to get more information about that later. “I suppose that is plausible. Dissociating I think the book called it.” He flipped through the book quickly then slipped a bookmark in as a reminder to go back and reread that section later. 

“Yeah. Happens all the time.” Marc waved a dismissive hand. “Was that it?” 

“Marc, what do you think happened in Cairo? When you were chasing that little gang?” Steven fidgeted with the cover of the book, smoothing out the edges gently. 

Marc stiffened. “I don’t know. You’d have to ask Khonshu that one.” 

“And when we fought Harrow?” 

“I told you, I blacked out.” Marc stood up. 

Something clicked into place. “You think it was you.” Steven gaped. 

“It fits doesn’t it?” Marc’s eyebrows furrowed and the guilt filled his eyes. “After all, I’m the mercenary, aren’t I? I know how to do that. I’ve done that. So what if I don’t remember it? I was just a tool to Khonshu, who cares if I remember everything I did or not. Just more blood on my hands, right?” 

“I don’t think that’s true.” Steven set the book aside and jumped up in excitement. “I don’t think you had anything to do with that! And if I didn’t do it and you didn’t do it…” 

Marc sighed. “So what? Khonshu possessed me somehow like some sort of puppet?” 

You’re not meant to see that. 

All the things Steven had missed over the years. All the things he had been given an alternate story to and so willingly and eagerly believed to be true. 

“Marc…What if we aren’t alone in here?” He slowly looked around at all the reflective surfaces. 

“Steven, what are you talking about?” Marc glanced around the flat as if expecting to find some silent assassin hiding behind the book cases. 

Marc had let Steven out of the sarcophagus but been all too quick to run past the other one. Steven had wanted to question it, but it was just so easy to let it slip from his mind at the time. 

“I think we have a third.” Steven swallowed. 

“Don’t be stupid.” Marc huffed. “How could we have a third? I’ve never seen or even felt anything about that.” 

“You can’t be a fly on every wall.” Steven sighed. “You were so focused on my life that maybe someone else was focused on you and…you missed it?” 

Marc’s face twisted as he visibly fought off the emotion. The fear made Steven’s heart hurt most. The emotion was masked off just as quickly as it came. “Alright. Say I believe you. Say there is some… violent and murdering third… What do we do about it? What did your book say? Can we get rid of it?” 

“Firstly, I don’t think it works that way.” Steven held up a finger, suddenly feeling defensive of this mystery third. “Secondly, he saved us. Twice if I understand the situation correctly. Maybe more.” 

“Suddenly you’re okay with killing?” Marc snapped. 

“Of course not!” Steven clenched his fists at his side. “Of course I’m bloody not okay with killing. I just… Maybe if we could talk to them… Maybe he saw it as life or death. Maybe he’s just looking out for you. For us.” 

Marc tapped a finger at his side in agitation. “I’m going back to sleep. I suggest you do the same. You know it’s easier to front when you’re rested.” 

“Fine.” Steven slouched. “But I’m not giving up. I will find a way to talk to him.” 

“Don’t forget the ankle restraint.” Marc muttered. “Bastard isn’t going to just walk off with us so easily.” 

“Yeah cause they worked so well against you.” Steven sighed and went to lock the door. He paused and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. Quickly scribbling out a message, he taped it to the door. “Don’t know if you can hear me, but uh… Hello.” He tapped a finger to the message. “Just want to talk.” 

Glancing around again, he thought he saw one of the reflections shift ever so slightly out of sync with him. 

But I do see. I see it now. 

He grinned as he got into the bed, latching the ankle restraint as usual. A third. The very thought was thrilling, if not a little scary. What was this third like? Some silent protector? If anyone needed someone watching their back, it was absolutely Marc Spector. Marc certainly wasn’t going to do it himself. 

“Night Marc.” Steven relaxed back. 

“Night.” Marc gruffed back. His irritation would fade come morning. 

Steven glanced across the room at the note on the door before clicking out the light. 

“Hi. What’s your name? Do you like fish?” 

[slashersangel]

So can I have a part 2 to the Dwayne fic, if your not able to do it’s fine but it’s where feelings are finally realize? Also loved it, it made me feel better.

Dwayne realizing his feeling for the reader and vice versa

oof sorry this is late my brain no worky worky the past few days and i’m so glad it made you feel better!

• it was the night after he had taken care of you after your boyfriend broke up with you. You’re out with some friends, getting your mind off of your ex, how? you wouldn’t tell him, but as long as you were okay, then it’s fine.

• Paul and Marko were out flirting with girls and they brought the group over and all he could think of while the girls tried flirting with him, was that they weren’t you.

• they didn’t have your voice, that always calmed and grounded him. Your eyes that shined so bright whenever you’d laugh, and they definitely didn’t have your laugh. The girl’s laughed was annoying in his opinion.

• he didn’t even realize that he actually liked you until one of the girls tried to get into his pants and his immediate thought was “you’re not y/n.” he thought about you the rest of the night. maybe he’d visit you before the night ends

• you on the other hand were having a blast with your friends, singing at the top of your lungs, dressing up even though you stayed at home, and and laughing up a storm. But you couldn’t help the gnawing feeling in the back of your mind that something is missing.

• you brought it up to your friends and they talked to you about it. Then it hit you when one of them was explaining that maybe they needed boys. You wanted Dwayne.

• now, you’ve always had a crush on the man, I mean who wouldn’t, tall, handsome, kind of mysterious if you don’t know him, but you do, and that makes you smile. And he was better than your ex in every way. Never mad you cry or seriously upset. Never left you waiting and never ignored you for someone else.

• while you were having your inner conflict, your friends were excited that you were finally figuring out what they saw the moment you introduced Dwayne to them.

• Dwayne definitely realized it before you, and when he did he fought with himself on whether or not to tell you. Maybe you didn’t feel the same way and he’d be stuck in an awkward faze. He already knew he wanted to turn you, whether or not you were in a romantic relationship, he knew that he wouldn’t like living without you for the rest of eternity.

• he went to David about it. And of course he was a tease but eventually told Dwayne to just get on with it already, and if you don’t like him back? well, then you have all eternity to develop feelings. (david is definitely pro dwayne/y/n)

• It took a few days, Dwayne stayed away from you, as hard as that was, he just didn’t know how you’d react and he definitely did not want to loose you to something as stupid as having feelings for you. so he stayed in the cave for a few nights, no biggie.

• but when the rest of the boys came down into the cave, Marko and Pail being idiots and mocking your voice and laughing as they repeated what you had asked them a few minutes before. Then David told Dwayne that you had asked for him.

• Dwayne then got on his bike and went to your place. He knocked on the door but you were already opening it, you had heard the bike and saw him through the window.

• You were nervous, he could tell, he was about to ask you what was wrong but you spoke up and in a hurried jumbled mess, you explained how you liked him a lot, romantically, and if he didn’t feel the same then he could just tell you and you promise not to cry too much after.

• Dwayne smiled softly at you and nodded. Then, with him being of many words, pulled you into his chest because he knew it would calm you down and said nothing. He explained that yes, he liked you too, and no, please don’t cry.

• you were ecstatic, over the moon, and you definitely promised that he wasn’t a rebound and you actually liked him way before you and your ex broke up, which he smiled at. He said a soft “you’re cute.” before walking inside your house with you and sitting down.

• he’d have to 100% tell you about him being a vampire now sooner rather than later, and he’ll have to ease you into the idea of becoming one with him, because now he definitely won’t be able to spend eternity without you.

i always forget to put tags >:((

[cynettic]

Hello, can I request a reaction with childe, albedo, xiao and diluc where their SO is pretty clumsy and one day, they (the characters) just snap and say mean things? Please end it with comfort or something nice, my heart isnt strong enough to handle full angst :')

Clumsy S/O x Genshin

Summary - As someone clumsy, the genshin boys often pay special attention to your little accidents and mishaps. One day they snap, comforting ending though ;-;

Pairings - ClumsyReader x Childe / Albedo / Xiao / Diluc

Warnings - A bit of possessive behaviour for Xiao- but otherwise, a tad bit of angst at the beginning of each one.

A/N - After I wrote Albedo’s hc I realized that seeing him angry… would be really hot. Might write up a degradation one after-

Childe

“Stop it! It’s not funny anymore!”

It wasn’t surprising that once again, you’d managed to trip on your own feet and now somehow the vase sitting on the stool next to the couch had fallen… and broke.

But it was the first time you’d heard those words come from him.

“What do you mean… stop?”

Childe had never said anything about your clumsy antics, always picking you up and laughing or teasing the situation off. On the occasion that you got hurt, he’d tend to your wounds and make you promise to be more careful. Of course there was always a next time, and next time, and text time…

Until Childe had enough.

“From falling- tripping over your feet and taking down everything with you! No one tumbles around this much… so either you’re just doing this for fun or- or…”

He began to realize after those words that he’d taken it too far. When glancing at your teary eyes and how your figure started to shake he knew he couldn’t take those words back.

He knew it wasn’t your fault, he knew you tried to be as careful as you could.

But it was so frustrating.

You were still laying on the ground from the fall, and he bent down to help you up. You didn’t look him in the eyes, and an empty feeling buried itself in his stomach when you stood up.

“I’m… sorry.”

It was you who spoke these words, shoulders still shaking. You knew it might’ve been frustrating or annoying for Childe.

The two of you are just standing there, Childe feeling ten times guiltier because you apologized, and you feeling terrible because you’d broken another vase and he’d yelled at you for it.

The two of you feel so bad about it- ;-;

It isn’t till Childe acts out and pulls you into a hug that you realize he felt bad for yelling at you. Sure he may have been frustrated, but it was only cause he was worried about your well being, he didnt want you getting hurt.

“Im sorry Y/n… I didn’t mean to act out like that. I know you're trying your best.”

Albedo

“What happened.”

It was supposed to come out as a question, his eyes trailing over the mess of his lab and the sorry pitiful state it was in.

It didn’t come out sounding like a question.

Seeing Albedo angry of all things was only a myth among the knights of Favonius, a joke to Klee, and a topic never brought up to the citizens of Monstadt.

Albedo? Mad?? Impossible.

Well, you were living proof that it indeed wasnt a myth to see the alchemist angry.

“I fell…” was all you said in response to his glare. “I wasn’t paying attention and I tripped against the table… I’m sorry…”

Of course you were sorry, just waiting for Albedo to get home and maybe scanning the lab and all his experiments while he was away. No bad intentions, but unfortunately your bad habit of tripping over your own feet summoned itself at the worst moments.

Usually, Albedo would catch you with utmost ease. A reflex he’d learned from Klee before she went sprinting out to cause more of a ruckus. If you were to get hurt, he’d usher or carry you back into his house before patching you up. It was always quick and painless, but he made you repeat why you’d fell and how to avoid it.

Albedo wouldn’t be comforting you now.

“You fell?” He simply asked, his tone menacing enough to know that it was something important in that jumble of experiments. “You seem to do that a lot nowadays don’t you?”

You’re at a loss for words, “I’ll help you clean it up… I didn’t mean to-”

Not wanting to mention how the glass shards had cut your hand, you stood up with wobbly knees to start picking up the pieces of glass. You were sure your boyfriend had put a lot of work towards this, and you felt terrible for having ruined it all.

Albedo isn’t a savage tho.

He notices the cut on your palm, and your shaky figure as you begin to clean up the mess you’d made. He knows that cleaning up the lab as soon as possible is important, but you’re still his top priority.

“Come here.”

When you don’t immediately go to him, he walks to you. Taking your wrists and getting a good view of the injury. He tugs you to the doorway to get you fixed up, and realizes that you’re shaking, a little bit too much…

“It… seems I was a bit too harsh earlier.” He fully faces you, expression softening. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t mean to, none of the items on the table were of any importance if it makes you feel better.”

Please let him wipe any stray tears if you do cry, he didn’t mean to sound so angry, and really doesn’t care too much about what was on that table. Poor man’s just had a tough day at work.

Xiao

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

Xiao is protective.

That fact is known, its accepted, you might even find it endearing.

But Xiao has lived a much longer life than you, he’s seen the people he loves crumple and drain away. Watched them fade from his life one at a time, so he’s dedicated to making sure you stick around.

He knows that eternity isn’t an option for you, so he makes sure that the time you both have together is s a f e . Which means yes, he will catch you every single time you fall. Especially if it’s off the Wangshu stairs that you somehow always trip on?

The poor boy worries excessively for you, so much that he will try to hurry up the process of clearing out the normal hilichurls or threats that lie around Liyue Port.

But on the very rare occasion that you somehow end up into trouble without him there…

You don’t yell “Xiao” like he told you to, you know he makes such an effort on making you safe, a bit too much… you don’t want to summon him to every trouble you have. You’re independent, one scrape isn’t going to kill you.

“I’m fine,” you simply say when he comes back to find your whole hand encompassed in bandages. “Just tripped.”

Xiao is not impressed.

He worries too much, far too much, and seeing you brush it off when he tries so hard to make sure you’re never in pain- he wishes you’d just sit still, wait for him and not trip on your own feet when doing such mundane things.

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

You’re obviously taken aback by the statement, “Xiao?” You offer him a comforting hug, trying to loosen his stiff muscles. “It’s impossible from protecting me from everything y’know… I appreciate your worry but I’m fine.”

But that’s a matter that is strained between the two of you, and will continue to be that way until either Xiao somehow lets go of his protective anxious faze, or you just accept it.

Either way, the boy will continue to catch you when you fall. Even if you broke apart from him, left him, you’d still occasionally feel the lightest touch when you trip over your feet and feel yourself steadied.

Diluc

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Just like Xiao, Diluc is fairly protective over you, especially if it concerns your health.

He’s often not quick enough to catch you, but instead picks you up in his arms and sits you on the table to make sure you’re not hurt.

You often get bruises, but nothing more serious. He makes sure to kiss them better- something you jokingly stated once, and he’s actually taken it seriously.

“Kissing it will make it feel better? You’re sure?”

Overall, Diluc was very understanding to your clumsy antics. Maybe even find it endearing on a hard day of work, either way, he’d never yell at you for it.

Until he had enough.

It’s exhausting, to hear something clatter and know that you’d probably tripped. Tripped and harmed yourself in one way or another, the options were infinite, and Diluc’s anxiety could heighten at the slightest crashing noise.

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Eventually it became too much and he asked you that exact question, hands tangling through his hair as he stared at you wide eyed, furious. There you were on the floor, just a single chair knocked down as you were beginning to shakily stand back up.

“No… of course not. I wouldn’t do these things for fun-“

It’s not like you enjoyed absentmindedly stumbling into objects, it just… happened. Diluc was usually so patient and understanding… so why?

“I know… it’s just...” he rubbed the temples on either side of his face with his thumbs, frown set in a line. “I keep worrying and worrying- every time I hear a noise like that…”

It doesn’t take long for him to sort this out through a conversation, and then settle that you need to be more mindful and careful, something you have to improve on. He will simply watch on the sidelines, catch you when he can, and coax you when you end up hurt.

[seokiie]

𝙸𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍?

+ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘛𝘚 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺-𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

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+ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩!!!, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯

On AO3 || part two

Okay.

Okay. You're okay. You'll be fine. You take a deep breath.

Today was like any other day. You'd just gotten out of your last class of the day and you were heading to work. You were a simple college student (as were most of your coworkers) and the barista job you had at the little cafe right off campus was your only source of income. It paid surprisingly well so you never complained.

The last thing you were expecting when you open the glass doors of the coffee shop is to see a camera crew setting up lights and cameras and-

Is that fucking BTS?

Your eyes grow wide and you have to blink a few times to make sure it's real.

"Hey, y/n, what are you staring... at..." The familiar chime of someone else entering the shop snaps you out of your daze. When you turn around, you meet another pair of shocked eyes. They belong to your close friend, who also worked as a barista.

"Are you fucking seeing what I'm seeing right now..?" Your friend points a shaky finger to the seven handsome Korean men talking to the director. You quickly grab her arm and pull it down to her side when you notice one of the men, with curly hair and particularly dark eyes look over to the two of you. You offer an awkward smile and he simply turns back to focus his attention back on the director.

"Fuck, fuck. He looked at us. He saw you pointing." You whisper yell at your friend before grabbing her hand and dragging her behind the counter and into the back room. It was the only safe place left in the entire cafe that wasn't crowded with security and staff.

"Did our manager say anything about a worldwide boy group showing up to our tiny little urban cafe? Because I sure as hell don't remember it." Your friend paces around the small area of the backroom. The place was jammed with unopened packs of coffee beans and various cardboard boxes.

"No. No, I don’t think he did. Do you think we were supposed to come in for work today? What if they kick us out?" You open the door slightly, peering out into the open area of the coffee shop. It looked like the camera crew finally finished setting up and everyone was getting into their positions. "Ah, they're starting."

Now it’s your friend’s turn to grab your hand. Her nails practically dig into your wrist as she drags you out the room and towards where the camera crew is set up. No one seems to pay you two much attention as they're too focused making sure they had the right angles.

"Look, we can see everything from here without getting in the way." The municipal cafe you worked at was wide and open meaning there was lots of rooms for the hand-carved dark oak tables and big comfortable armchairs that littered the area. Your friend effectively pushes you down into one of the chairs before taking a seat across from you. She was right, you could see everything from here. And you were just out of frame.

The recording starts with the Bangtan boys saying something familiar in Korean and the director explaining... something in Korean. Suddenly, you're wishing you had English subtitles in real life.

It doesn't occur to you until various well-known tools and ingredients are placed in front of the seven guys that they're filming a run BTS episode. You probably should've figured that out sooner. As your eyes skim over the numerous appliances, you also figured out what they're doing. They're learning how to make professional handmade coffee. You guess it's safer than letting them use the bigger machines.

As the recording progresses, you find yourself laughing at how bad they are at following directions. You'd think seven guys who were skilled at learning and mastering choreography could follow basic instructions about using a Moka pot. Boy, were you wrong.

But surprisingly enough, one of them is doing pretty damn good. Actually, he's doing really fucking good!

It's Taehyung, you recognize immediately.

Your eyes follow the curly-haired man’s movements closely. His hands are working expertly against the coffee bean grinder. It's mesmerizing and oh, so satisfying watching the way the veins in his hands and arms bulge as he pushes the top of the grinder down to activate the machine. You bite your lip as your brain slowly flooded with images of those hands around your neck or the way his big hands would cover the expanse of your thighs. Have you always had a hand kink? If not, you do now.

Your eyes drift upward, stopping briefly to admire how sexy he looks in an apron. He's wearing a white button-down shirt underneath it with about four buttons undone. The sliver of skin showing has you reeling.

And then your eyes stop at his face. That beautiful jawline, the perfect curl of his hair, and that dark, hooded look in his eyes. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was looking at... at...

Holy shit, he was looking at you.

You watch as a smirk forms on his face. He'd obviously caught you eyeing him up and at the moment, he was absolutely eating up the way you shifted under his inculpative glare. You nervously look around as if saying, 'you're looking at me? Are you sure?' and he lets out a little laugh in response, his wicked smirk turning into a genuine smile before his focus is back on his coffee beans.

You let out a breathless sound.

Is this what people call a 'y/n moment'?

The recording continues for the next hour as they tried different methods of making coffee. You alternated between watching the show and talking to your friend but throughout that time, you kept feeling a pair of eyes on you, especially when your attention shifted to your friend in front of you. As she talks about how annoying some guy in her psychology class is, you can practically feel Taehyung’s eyes boring through the side of your head and into your soul.

Maybe you just thought he was looking at you. You were such an ordinary person. What would Taehyung- rich, sexy, famous, talented Taehyung want with a boring girl like you?

But you still wanted to test it. You wanted to see if he was really looking at you. If he was staring at you so intently, it had to mean something right?

You look around you to make sure you're not in the line of sight of any cameras before standing up, your friend stops her story to ask where you're going.

"Not going anywhere..." You stand beside your chair and adjust your skirt that had ridden up from you sitting down. "I just wanna stretch real quick."

Taehyung watched as you stood up, his eyes were drawn to the insane amount of thigh you were showing. If your skirt had ridden up any higher, he's sure he'd get a good look at something he's not supposed to see. His grip on the table in front of him tightens at the thought and he's lucky no one notices the way his knuckles turn white.

In your opinion, your outfit wasn't anything special. It was a simple red crop top paired with a black pencil skirt that hugged your waist and hips nicely. Now that you were standing up, Taehyung could get a good look at your body.

You raise your arms up slightly so your hands were behind your head. The action inadvertently brings your crop top up higher and pulls it tighter against your chest. You weren't completely sure if Taehyung was still watching, but to top it all off you tilt your head back slowly, letting your face twist into one of pleasure as you show off how amazing it feels to stretch your body.

When you open your eyes and look back towards Taehyung, you almost stumble back into your chair. To be completely honest, you didn't think he'd have any sort of reaction but you were greatly mistaken.

His lips were wet and parted slightly as if he'd just licked them and his eyes were iniquitous and clouded with lust. He was looking at you as if the only thing stopping him from taking you apart was the bright flashing red light on the cameras.

His stare has you stumbling back into your seat, your eyes not leaving his for a second. It feels like you're locked in place, like you're not allowed to look away until he orders you to.

"You're so extra." Your friend’s voice is kind of distant and quiet but it's all you need to snap out of the weird limbo between you and Taehyung.

"Huh?"

"I said you're extra. You stretched and made it look like you were having the best orgasm of your life." She laughs and you roll your eyes in response. When you look back at Taehyung, he's conversing with his bandmates like nothing even happened.

The filming finishes up rather quickly. The time you don't spend gushing at the seven men, you spend quietly squealing with your coworker friend. It feels as if it's over as quickly as it started, though, and as the camera crew starts to load their things into their vans, your manager instructs you to get to your station. He tells your coworker to focus on opening the shop once everyone leaves and she walks away with an "ai ai, cap'n".

The weird ordeal with Taehyung completely slips your mind as you walk behind the counter and put your apron on. First, you had to check to make sure all the machines were working and then you could-

"Hey."

The voice is deep and very familiar.

Fuck.

"Hi! I mean, hi." Your brain is a jumbled mess as you turn around and you're greeted by a tall, handsome man on the other side of the counter. Taehyung approached you. Taehyung is talking to you. Breathe.

"You're, uhh..." You watch expectantly as the man searches for the words. Somehow, his thinking face makes you feel a little less intimidated. "You're a coffee woman. You make... coffee here." He concludes and at first, you're a bit confused until you figure out what he's trying to say. You let out a little laugh.

"Yeah, I work here. I'm a barista." Taehyung tilts his head at your words.

"Barista... Ah, sorry, my English. It's not good." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and your heart practically swells in your chest. He's so cute, oh god. He's so cute and hot at the same time.

"No, no! It's okay!" You raise your hands up in a calming motion before silence falls between you two. You're first to speak up.

"Should we- can I- do you want me to make you something?" You mentally slap yourself for your stutter. Taehyung finds it endearing.

"Make me coffee?" Taehyung asks to make sure he understood you correctly. You nod in response. "You can make Americano?"

"Yeah, I can make you an Americano!" You turn to load the right beans into the grinder but a quick 'jamkkanman!' stops you in your tracks. That’s a Korean word you understand. You look back at him and raise your eyebrows.

"I want to watch, uhh, I want to learn how to do it. Not-Korean style." His smile is nervous, worried if he said the right thing. Without much thought, you usher him behind the counter. You weren't allowed to let customers behind the counter but you're sure the higher-ups would let you make an exception.

"Ok, I'll show you. First, you have to measure the beans." You say simply as you pour a couple of grams of coffee beans on the scale. As your adding and reducing the beans to get the right amount, you're starting to become hyperaware of the man standing behind you. You left space for him to stand at your side but he still chose to stand directly behind you. It was getting hard to concentrate when you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"Those are too many beans, you know? This is how America does it?" Alarms start going off in your head as he steps closer (if that was even possible). His chest was pressed flush against your back now as he peered over your shoulder.

"N-no, uh... I put too many..." You try to take out some of the coffee beans and put them back in the bag but all you can focus on is the way Taehyung's hands casually find themselves on your hips. Ok, it was certain now. He was doing this on purpose.

"Hmm, too little now. I think maybe..." His voice drops to a whisper and his lips are pressed against the shell of your ear. You bite your lip to suppress a moan threatening to crawl out your throat. "... Maybe you're distracted."

"I'm not... fuck." The bag of beans slip out your hands and fall onto the scale when Taehyung pulls your hips back against his. There's something heavy pressing against you, something that you would only compare to a log.

"Mm, pretty girl with a dirty mouth." He growls and rocks your hips slowly against his, pulling you against him in slow, teasing motions. Your body is starting to heat up and you're not sure if its because Taehyung is essentially fucking you through layers of your clothes or because of his subtle compliment.

"Is there... eunmilhan place?" Taehyung's grip on your hips loosens and you turn around to give him a confused look.

"Place where there's no one?" His eyebrow raises and your eyes light up. He was asking for a more secluded area. You knew just the place.

Very few people had a key to the backroom which made it the perfect place to hide away with the idol. Speaking of which, you're about to fuck an idol. Not just any idol but Kim Taehyung. Maybe that fact hasn't hit you yet. You wonder if he'll make you sign an NDA after.

You flick the light on in the small room before locking the door. The last thing you need is for a coworker to walk in. That would be especially bad.

As soon as you slip the keys into the pocket of your apron, Taehyungs hands are gripping both your wrists and bringing them above your head, effectively slamming you back against the door in the process.

"Taehyung-" Your head tilts back against the door when the curly-haired man presses his thigh between your legs. You were so pent up and touch starved. You were just thankful he was giving you something, anything.

"Hey, you know, in Korea... younger girl has to call older guy oppa. It shows respect." The pressure Taehyung is putting on your clit has you soaking through your panties and your brain struggling to keep up with his words.

"More, ah, please!" With Taehyung holding your wrists above your head and his knee between your leg, you're practically trapped against the door. It makes rubbing against him futile.

"Aishh, such a bad girl. So disobedience. Maybe I shouldn't touch you..." Your eyes shoot open at those words. Not only did you and Taehyung have so little time but the thought of him leaving you unfinished was simply unacceptable.

"Taehyung, please, please!" You whine into the crook of his neck but he doesn't let up. What more does he want from you?

"Call me oppa." Taehyung’s fingers twist themselves into the hair at the back of your head, pulling you back so you were looking straight into his half-lidded, lust-filled eyes. You open your mouth and close it in response.

You weren't completely sure if he was being serious but the way his lips parted, his eyes dropping down to your mouth and staring at them expectantly, it was hard to believe he was joking.

You licked your dry lips and sure enough, Taehyung follows the movement.

"O-oppa?" You feel a bit awkward saying the word seriously, your accent, or lack thereof making you feel self-conscious.

"So cute and shy. Weren't you teasing me so confident earlier?" Taehyung smirks as he kisses down your jaw and you subconsciously let your head tilt to the side, inviting his pretty lips to your neck. "Tell oppa what you want."

"I want you- I want oppas fingers inside me... please?" A growl leaves Taehyungs throat at your words and he says something in Korean that you couldn't quite catch. Almost immediately, he's using both his hands to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you up easily. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. The way he has you pressed back against the door makes holding you up effortless and comfortable.

Taehyung slides your pencil skirt up till it bunches up at your waist and your soaked panties are exposed. He makes a sound of approval.

"You're so wet already, shibal. I want to eat it so bad but no time. Open." Two of Taehyungs fingers are prodding at your lips before you part them slightly and he's sliding them in. Your tongue works deftly around the digits and Taehyungs eyes don't leave yours for a second.

It all happens so quickly, Taehyung pushing your panties to the side in one easy motion, then a pair of spit-soaked fingers slipping into you with ease. You let out a moan of pleasure and a bit of surprise when the two fingers curl inside you. After easily finding your g-spot, Taehyung doesn't hold back. He fucks his fingers into you with quick, sharp motions, scissoring them in an attempt to stretch you out even farther. Lord knows you'll need it.

"Ah, Fuck, Taehyung..." As soon as the needy whines leave your mouth, Taehyung is pulling his fingers out of you with a wet foop. He licks the fingers soaked with your juices, a look of satisfaction on his face before he shakes his head.

"Ah ah, what did I say to call me?" He raises an eyebrow expectantly, his thumb coming up to swipe across your lips in a slow, carnal manner that has a spark of something igniting low in your belly.

"Oppa... oppa, sorry! Please fuck me." Taehyungs thumb drops down to your lower lip, pushing it down slightly so they were parted before pressing a starved kiss to your lips. You let out a mix between a sigh and a moan, relieved to finally have his lips on yours. His tongue works expertly in your mouth and you can't help but whimper, the sound muffled by his lips.

"God, you're sexy when you beg. I can't wait anymore. Can I put it inside you?" Taehyung's hand grips your chin and tilts your head up just a bit so you were looking into his eyes again. His eyes sparkled with something, if you didn't know any better you'd think it was desperation.

You nod your head quickly. At this point, Taehyungs cock felt like your life force and without it you might die.

Taehyung lets you palm at the very defined bulge in his pants before unzipping his slacks and pulling his underwear down just enough to remove his cock from the confines of his boxers and holy shit.

It's massive.

Taehyung's cock is big and heavy in your hands. It's thick and lengthy and the longer you stare at it the more it twitches with interest.

"Ah, it's embarrassing... if you stare..." Taehyung bites his lip as his length jerks upward, blobs of precum beading up at his tip.

"It's so- what if- I don’t know if it can fit..." You stare down in awe. You've never seen anyone so... well endowed? You're kind of scared he might split you in half.

"Wah, a lot say that, you know? But they can take it!" Taehyung looks up at you with an almost innocent smile on his face, a hint of red still on his cheeks and at the tip of his ears. "Your pussy wraps prettily around my fingers so... so I want to see it... I want to see it wrap prettily around my cock..."

You're a bit shocked at his lewd words but you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. Reluctantly, you brace your arms on his shoulders, perching yourself right above Taehyung's length as he angles it towards your folds. His other hand is gripping your ass and effectively spreading you open further.

"Are you ready? I'll put it inside now." He sounds awfully polite for someone about to literally rearrange your guts. You tuck your face into the crook of his neck and let out a quiet 'Mhm'.

You can feel yourself throbbing as Taehyung eases just the head of his cock inside of you. How is it that you already felt so stretched? You whimper against his neck, trying your best to stay quiet as sparks of pain and pleasure surge through you.

It would be a lie to say Taehyung wasn't having as hard of a time as you were. He wanted so desperately to just pull you down onto his cock and fuck you ruthlessly into the door but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. His hand trembles against your ass as he struggles to sit you down on his length slowly.

"Fuck, so big, you're so big, oppa.." You bite down at the skin between Taehyungs neck and collarbone and he lets out a low groan in response, squeezing your ass in an attempt to keep you from sliding all the way down onto him.

His tip had just barely made it past your entrance and despite some of his length already being inside, you already felt so full. There's no way he'd be able to fit inside you completely-

Your jumbled train of thought is cut off suddenly by the doorknob beside you jerking rapidly, followed by a series of rhythmic knocks on the door. In a moment of sudden panic, Taehyung's hand, the one that was holding you up, snaps up and presses against the door like it might open at any second.

But if Taehyung's hand wasn't holding you up anymore...?

"Ahh!! Ahah! Fuck, Taeh-" Instantaneously, you're dropped onto Taehyung's cock, his length filling you up completely and sending waves of pleasure and pain through you as his cockhead jabbed tenaciously at your cervix. At that, you're letting out a series of uncontrollably loud moans and he's slapping a hand over your mouth.

"Y/n? Are you in there? What happened?" It's your coworker’s voice. Fuck. The door handle jiggles some more and Taehyung's making an urgent face at you. He removes his hand from your mouth slowly, making sure not to move too much so you don't make a 'suspicious' sound.

"Ha-huh? I'm, fuck, I'm in here. Getting... espresso beans." Your brain is a jumbled mess and you're honestly surprised you were able to get the words out semi-coherently.

"Uh... okay? Grab some milk as well when you're done." You hear light steps walking away from the door and Taehyung can finally let out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding.

"You're okay? Does it hurt?" Behind the thick haze of desire in his eyes, there's worry. You'd feel thankful if not for the sharp pain curling around your lower abdomen and shooting through your body.

"Hurts, Oppa... Please move." He was so big inside you and every time you shifted he was pressing against a new spot that you didn't even know existed. Not only that, but the tip of his cock was prodding at your cervix and you needed him to move.

He follows your commands almost immediately as if he was waiting for those exact words, leaning you back against the door completely before pistoning his hips into you at a rate you would not describe as leisurely.

Taehyung's fucking into you with enough force that each thrust has you sliding up and down against the door, accompanied by the door rattling quietly every time he pulled out and trusted back in. Your nails dig helplessly into his back as you let out wanton moans against his neck, an almost fruitless attempt at trying to stay quiet.

"So tight and warm. Feel so good inside you." Taehyungs lets out an airy moan, his breath fanning against your ear every time he fucked into you. "So loud, too. You want, hnng, want for them to catch us?"

One of Taehyung's hands finds itself in your hair, pulling your head back roughly so you were looking back at him with dazed eyes. The action almost felt intimate, the way he was staring at you with so much hunger as he drilled you against the door, the way his eyes dropped down to your mouth as you bit your lip to suppress a moan.

"More, more! Ha-ah, Taehyung, I'm about- gonna-" The words stumble from your mouth breathlessly and Taehyung lets out a mix between a growl and a laugh, pulling your hair to the side so your neck was fully exposed for him.

"So bad, so demanding. Did you forget my name? Already?" Taehyung presses faint kisses to your jaw before trailing lower. You plead when Taehyung sucks a light hickey into your neck, licking it over as if to soothe it. "Don't you dare come."

It's an order but his cock is filling you up so nicely, squeezing against every single one of your erogenous zones even when he was simply pulling out to thrust back in. He's pulsing inside you and you can practically feel him in your throat. How does he expect you not to come??

"Oppa! Oppa, please! Fuck, I'm- I can't hold it-" You tried your best to hold off but you were fighting a losing battle. His cock was abusing that special spot inside you, pounding it with every move of his hips and it was exactly that that pushed you over the edge. Well, that and the feeling of him sucking constant hickeys into your collarbone.

"Ileon jenjang..." Taehyung whines as you tighten around him. White blotches cloud your vision as your orgasm curls in your abdomen and washes over you like a wave. "Wanna finish inside... wanna fill- fill you up... want it so bad... but can't."

Taehyung's words become less coherent and start to switch between English and Korean the closer he gets until he's pulling out and breathlessly instructing you to get on your knees, still pumping himself quickly as you follow the order.

"Wanted- wanted to come on that pretty face as soon as I seen- saw you this morning. Shibal! Open your- open your mouth, jagi." Post orgasm bliss was still thrumming through your body as you looked up at Taehyung through your eyelashes. His teeth were clenched tightly, a low growl escaping from his throat as he looked down at you and pumped himself faster, harder.

The picture of Taehyung throwing his head back, opening and closing his mouth with inaudible moans as he squeezed his cock harder is one you'll never forget. Even if you wanted to.

Ropes and ropes of translucent, sticky cum shoot at your face, some of it landing on your lips and cheeks but most of it landing on your tongue. You make a satisfied sound when you swallow it all down, licking away the excess on your lips.

"Fucking sexy." Taehyung laughs, patting the top of your head gently before gripping your chin and pulling you up in a deep kiss. You'd be lying if you said it didn't catch you off guard. Guys never usually kissed you after coming in your mouth. The way his tongue works has your body flushing and your head thoughtless. You let out a quiet moan into his mouth.

When Taehyung's lips separate from yours, a string of saliva is the only thing still connecting you and your legs suddenly feel weak again. You and the taller man stare at each other for what felt like hours, just examining how wrecked you two were.

"Ah, the time! We're leaving now. I should leave first." Taehyung is the first to pull away, using his thumb to wipe away any of the clear substance still lingering on your face. You pull your lips into a slight pout before soothing your skirt down with your hands. Having sex with an idol, you knew it'd end like this but you were still allowed to be disappointed.

"I don't want manager-nim to find out this happened. It can be our little secret. Here." Taehyung rustles through his pants and hands you his phone. You're confused. What does he want you to do with his phone?

After a beat of silence and you holding his phone idly, he finally speaks.

"Your number."

"Seriously?" You raise your eyebrows, shocked.

"Seriously. If I visit here again, I'll call. We can meet." He fixes his pants and adjusts his clothes to look less sloppy, less like he just had the best sex of his life.

"There's so much else I want to do to you."

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[yostresswritinggirl]

hi! ik sojourner's already ended but i have an(other?) idea in case u ever pick it up since i love ur albedo 😳😳 ok so

what abt a reader who is rlly excited abt alchemy, but they avoid talking abt it bc they start rambling and stuttering and stumbling over their words bc they're so excited? they get assigned/asked to go w/ albedo bc they're rlly good at alchemy too, but they end up fidgeting a lot, muttering and stopping just a few words in before their volume rises and giving short answers when w/ him bc they're afraid of rambling (since they do it to think better when alone, sometimes insulting and arguing w the objects when they don't get the expected result) & being seen as annoying or unprofessional?? i'd like to see how he reacts to these and what he'd think!! and how or when he discovers the reason reader is acting like that

it's kinda (a lot, rlly skowkskdk i always have ideas but never write them) specific, but i rlly like the idea!! i'd love to see what u do w/ it if u ever pick it up in the future :D hope you're staying hydrated and well🥺🥰 -🌌

What do you mean Sojourner's already ended, Sojourner is eternal, Sojourner is forever-

Kidding aside, this is too cute to pass up, even if it's quite a lot! Cute Albedo brainrot moments always please. It might be too much sometimes but I hope you enjoy my interpretation of it! Scenarios format! Starry night, oh I'm always hydrated, thank you and I hope you're well!

For the Record

Albedo working with a Reader that's highly enthusiastic about alchemy but insecure about rambling... (masterlist)

You dealt with Alchemy a year before the Kreideprinz entered Mondstadt, your attunement to the mystic arts baffling and intriguing you every time. During that period, you're not really sure of what art you're doing but in the end, you kept doing great that the people had acknowledged your talents.

Through your own effort and self-study even if unnamed, you managed to put your talent into this art of Alchemy and created discoveries regarding powders and mineral-focused ingredients. It was a shame there was no one to share it to, and when you talk to scholars/practitioners alike, you end up rambling so much to the point that on their end you barely make sense. Whether this was caused by your eaten words or lax and personalized vocabulary over the matter, you're not sure.

Their confused and judgmental stare haunts you, leaving you alone with your raging thoughts and overworking mind when you just want to learn and expand your discoveries to other people without driving them away. Your enthusiasm is great and all, but it's not enough to make others understand.

So when the Chalk Prince entered Mondstadt, blessing the city with his scholarly knowledge and boundless creations, he easily made a name for himself and in extension the city itself.

Before Sucrose and Timaeus, you were called upon by the Grand Master Varka to accompany Albedo and be his temporary assistant seeing as his field in the division is still quite new and you were the only other 'Alchemist' in town besides him. You're both giddy and nervous, like really, really nervous.

You've heard of Albedo and maybe a caught a glimpse or two, but you've never actually interacted enough to know exactly what he looks like or how he is as a person. All you know is that he's a very, very attractive person overall.

"Good-looking, carries this aura of wisdom around him, he's just really charming," were the words that rang through your mind as you pointedly watched your steps, following the carpets leading to Ordo Favonius' laboratory while Lisa's words rang through your head.

Is he really that kind of person? You've heard that he's quite stoic too, but if he's really that distracting, you're scared that it would be harder for you to focus and help out. Honestly how would you even deal with him when your fields of Alchemy are so different from each other?

You have no idea how long you've been thinking, standing in contemplation in front of the set of double doors that leads to the workshop with nothing but doubt in your mind. But upon realizing the teal gaze of another person silently waiting instead of wooden doors, you figured it was far too long.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I was in my head, I wasn't expecting you to-!" You flailed your hands around comically before abruptly stopping, noticing the now confused stare of Albedo of which are distracted by your hands. Clearing your throat, you extended a hand towards him to shake, trying to stare anywhere but his face. "I'm (Y/N), I'll be your assistant until you're well settled in the city. It's nice to meet you, Ma-"

His hand finds yours in a firm grip, a firm shake so sudden you bit your tongue back, "Albedo, Kreideprinz of the Art of Kemia, but just Albedo is fine, I'll be under your care."

Albedo finds it intriguing and surprisingly not that distracting whenever you talk to yourself or to the ingredients whenever you so much as feel the slightest frustration. "Ugh, this Zinc powder is so stubborn, clingy," you angrily mumbled under your breath as you washed off the blue powder that spilled at your hand, "So, so clingy." Since you're facing the sink, you couldn't see the way he was holding himself from laughing audibly at your amusing antics.

You seemed lively and open, is what Albedo thought when he first met you. But this observation soon shattered when he kept getting hanged upon your abrupt stops when delving into your field, something he was really irked about the first few times. Your art of Alchemy is much different from his and he's wishing that you'd clarify and expound all your learnings to him, but in the end, you somehow step back everytime your words became lengthy.

Are you hiding something? Did you not want him to learn the same arts as yours? If those were the case, he couldn't bring himself to ask a simple question such ad why. Every time it crosses his mind, it brings a purse of a pout to his lips and furrowed eyebrows.

Every response you gave always hints even tiny bits of trivias and tips he's never heard, Albedo always takes note of your spills that always cuts before reaching its climax. "-sorry, yes, this is activated charcoal Geo and Pyro slimes reaction." He lets out an audible sigh upon your retreat, your frustrated mind too occupied to notice.

"Please," his desperation drips in his word when he looks at you with eyes filled with raw emotion you'd never know he'd be able to pull off. Your tightly locked lips only pressed on further at his puppy eyes, "Please continue, I wish to know more about your Alchemy, if you would be so kind."

"It's not really- I'm not really the best at explaining it..." You're almost fidgeting, cheeks aching from tensing and warmth. But he regarded you with a blank stare, forcing you to fill the silence, "If I- If I start, my ramblings may not uhm they're not easy to comprehend... or something."

Albedo had been watching more than he'd like to admit, and he's come to relieved (yet still confused) realization that your treatment with him wasn't his alone. You always step back before things get lengthy, words then cutting short and concise with a steeled expression. Lips caught between teeth.

"I digress," his hand motions to yourself to emphasize his next clause. "As your field and sole practitioner of this art, like my own condition, your word of mouth is the best ground of knowledge."

If he was irritated, he's doing a very good job in hiding it. And even with the respectable yet close distance in between you still felt cornered. This is still your master and it's not professional to refuse a scholarly talk, "The electro crystals when charged... ionized? create sparks, while also producing the same result when smacking- mining!"

The scribbles of his pen against his clipboard as he nods in attention urges you on, realizing his focus and sincere interest on the topic, "So when you put the little tidbits or even powdered version in a beaker thingy, depending on the material, they interact with the spark. Honestly, I'm unsure yet how lethal it is but if you put the sparks under fire too, they make like those makeshift gunpowder as well as additional reactions such as-!"

The lilt and proceeding high pitch in your voice usually signifies the approach of your insecurity as well as the climax of your enthusiasm. At this point, you pull your hand up to shut your mouth forcefully, and when Albedo really detests the abrupt end of the conversation his hand would shoot forward to grasp your own.

He'd intertwine your fingers to distract, before urging you to continue with a challenging stare, as if daring you to use your other hand to pull that off again. This whole scene felt oddly scandalous, but oh boy does it send your mind into a bambling, overloaded mess. A heated head forces your lips open even if they sometimes come out in a jumbled string, he learns to decipher them.

The more you get used to or feel more comfortable, Albedo uses that fondness skillfully whenever he wants. "Can you tell me more about the scarlet chunks from Dragonspine?" He throws it so casually in the silence as you two work back to back in your stations, without a beat as your mind is partially preoccupied, you answered into a narrative of trivia. It almost feels like you're talking to the flames of the bunsen while you wait, but Albedo smiles at the now filled silence as he listens with divided attention.

He really likes your voice, and the word of wonders you bring along with you.

"For the record, I don't mind it at all," his breath hovers on your lips, cold and prickly, "Whatever comes out of these lips, I want to hear it all."

That last part eheh

Woah, this went long. Like reader babbling hahaha. I said I'm gonna speedrun, not freaking write this long smh

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Scarlet Blaze - Prologue to Chapter 4

I decided to go with SB first. I’m going to record my own thoughts as I go. I did have to start over, which sucks, but it refreshed my memory at least. 

Below the cut are my thoughts to where my thoughts are. They are just jumble messes, nothing structured. 

Jeritza’s VA is still really bad, sorry. I am so very annoyed by it

Monica is very annoying, I’m sorry. She just never shuts up, ever, when Edelgard is around. 

Alois pushing “hush money” is still kinda funny to me. He didn’t seem the type in Houses. He does suggest “another knight” brought it up but I mean, still weird to me. 

Monica... .Monica, why are you so slow to tell us who kidnapped you?

I seem to recall Tomas had left the monastery some time ago, then came back like... a few years ago or so. Am I misremembering? Has Solon been Tomas for 40 years?

No, sorry, Solon’s transformation being compared to Shez’s is still really a stretch. 

Edelgard would have really left Monica to die if not all the pieces were in place, lol.

Edelgard using the Church only to backstab then later... Why the hell do you declare war?! Stop being dumb.... 

I think Hubert’s countermeasures that are used for the Church were originally meant for the Slithers, before they changed their plans.

“Rhea would never help Edelgard!” lmao, she does almost instantly. 

“But please know we have nothing to gain by deceiving the church” lmao Hubert, pleaaassseee

I wonder how much we will actually learn about the slithers and the like here in this route?

Hubert’s commander is an assassin. Heh.

Edelgard prefers if you “respond obediently”, that’s still nicely in character I see. 

Cornelia is really “Cleobulus” and is apparently a man? I wonder if that’s a translation error. 

It’s nice to see all these Daddies. Shame about the Mommies though

I was always under the impression Edelgard got Caspar’s father on her side a bit later in Houses, but I guess here she had talked to him a lot earlier than we figured? Or plans changed and she talked to him earlier just in this game.

THIS MUSIC THO 

The hand high thing is a little cringe, not gonnna lie

Poor Ferdinand. 

It’s interesting, but I guess Edelgard has two more years to prepare for her war. Makes sense, she just lost out on her Slither allies this time. 5 years, though Edelgard, for a war? Nice “estimation”. 

Caspar’s father is just as dumb as his son, I see. They are literally two peas in a pod. 

Making Count Varley the head of the Southern Church is so brilliant I mistook this game for good writing. 

Hubert’s father “died in battle” lmao Hubert, nice, patricide really sells your character. 

But where is Ionius? They literally just... don’t have him here. He’s still technically the emperor. Edelgard even became Emperor before kicking out Aegir in Houses. So... uh, what gives here? Means like a big oversight, imo.

I do like that Edelgard wants to make everyone “equal” by having no social standing. That’s not her worst idea of all time. However, there are still Houses. That’s basically... like, still having Nobles, no?

Stay in school, kids. Things are about to get real trippy. No school for two whole years!

So, Edelgard takes advantage of Foldan going through so many changes at once. Clever. But her war declaration still makes no sense. You LITERALLY just reformed. Why are you saying they are stopping changes and stuff? HUH?!

It makes more sense if you feel that she’s removing the Church to make her claims on the Kingdom and the Alliance. But let’s be honest.... She literally believes the Church is also at fault and evil. 

“FALSE CHURCH” but you guys have your own false Church, you know. 

So, the assassination stuff isn’t the Church’s MO but... since Shamir actually does attempt to kill Edelgard with Catherine... I guess the Church actually did attempt to kill Count Varley? That’s... so weird. Never, ever happens in Houses. 

Whhhyyyy is Bernadetta considered a good choice for an officer, Edelgard?

“The wisdom of my decision” she is so confident, that Edelgard. 

Gatekeeper... :( You traitor, joining the Empire this time. I mean, I get why, but still.

It’s interesting, but the Empire’s “Abyss info” is not as personal as the other two routes. It’s just a report.

There is one solider at the Imperial camp who is upset because his child was just born and he has to go the front lines. Man, this unnecessary war sucks. 

“Share his bloodlust” with Caspar. My man really wants to fight Seteth or Catherine. Bloodlust...

Lord Acheron and Count Gloucester are such snakes for letting the Empire camp in Alliance territory. Acheron’s territory in particular. 

I hate fighting my husband Seteth