#this sounds *amazing* to be clear but also. clearly this is only the kind of whack shit you get while half dreaming

[dirtyoldmanhole]

>> squints at scrawled notes right before going to bed last night

>> 'rework feh story into a quasi kotor2 story with embla > nihilus, (anankos)gunter > kreia, sion > hel

[mehiwilldoitlater]

You made a mistake giving me free range in this house,good luck getting rid of me!

Also may I request more of the destined one from black myth wukong please? Pretty please,wonderful and merciful author god?

The beginning

"We're not in Kansas anymore."

At first, your first idea was that you weren't actually being hit by that car. Maybe you were able to jump away, ending in some brushes near the street. That seemed the most reasonable reason! And hitting a tree would have been the reason why your head hurt so much! Everything seemed pretty normal! 

Except you weren't near the road that you were usually crossing to get to work. To be fair, you seemed to be far away from every form of human civilization from the look of it.

Your surroundings seemed to be a lavish forest, with trees and plants that covered every spot of the area. From down, notable under the canopy of the trees, the peaks of mountains were so high that just the view gave you a small dizziness.

Everything could have been almost normal: a forest, some mountains, the singing of the birds, and the insects in the distance. A completely normal green environment! 

Except for two Very important details: First, you were sure that your work was in the city, not in the mountains; two, those plants weren't nothing that you ever saw in your life.

You tried to control yourself; the last thing that you needed was a pabick attack in the middle of nowhere. There's had to be a reasonable answer to everything!

Your headache didn't help at all; you felt like something was clearly wrong and your body was screaming, and despite that, it seemed like you had no injuries, which was strange since a car had crashed into you.

You tried to find any answer to your question when you felt... something.

Suddenly, it seemed like a breeze of wind had gently moved to you, a silent and calm gale that entered your lungs, helping you to recover some stability.

 It was like a stream, the water touching you and pulling you.

You didn't hear anything calling you; you felt it. In your head, in your soul.

That strange moment suddenly ended, leaving you puzzled and lightheaded. It was just then that you noticed a path, a small track between the trees and the plants, made by the continued footsteps of who was living there.

You looked around. The light of the day was silently making space in the darkness of the night, and by the look of the place, hungry wolves were the last of the troubles.

With an inch of courage and with the encouragement of that feeling in your chest, you began tracking the path in front of you, leaving the security of the clearing at your back. 

Despite being in an unknown place with no idea of how you even got there, you had to admit that, wherever you were, it was beautiful.

Around you, plants had grown to the point to reach the branches of the trees, with cascades of flowers that gave colors to the monochrome forest. When the wind blew across the trees, birds fell to the ground, creating a colorful snowflake kind of effect. In the highest branches, fruits as big as a head are grown, relishing amazing perfumes, fresh, and sweets. Not far from there, you were sure to hear the sound of a waterfall and a river.

If it was really a dream, then it was very beautiful. You wondered where you had seen such a place to dream it like this...

You sensed some movements up above your head, and after realizing what it was, you thought that being confused was normal, but remembering that everything was just an illusion put you at ease.

"Monkeys. Of course, why not? Monkeys are fine!"

So you ignored the full fact of the presence of those animals, alongside their curious looks at you. 

While the dizziness seemed to be finally at bay, the strange sensation that had catched you at the beginning seemed to get stronger instead. It was strange; despite being unsure of where you were, you felt like something was dragging you in a certain direction. Maybe it was your head, maybe the fact that the only thing more similar to a road was that small trail, covered in perals and leaves, with rocks around here and there, but it was there and you wanted just to avoid it.But it's hard to avoid something that's it getting stronger.

You don't know how long you took, but you ended up in a mother clearing; the only difference was a small structure.

Made of simple rock, they were shaped into rectangular structures to create a small, strange house. The pot in front of it with some incense sticks gave out the origins and use of the small structure: It was a shrine, but they were usually found in Asia. Why was it there?

Everything was just confusing and strange. Now, come to think of it, the plants that surrounded you... Did you have the idea you had seen them before because those were in some art book or in a few about China?That was oddly specific as a dream.

Suddenly, the sensation came again, this time followed by sounds—real sounds. Someone was moving between the bushes; their footsteps were making sound between the dirt and the rocks.

Even though it was a dream, you still wanted to ask for some direction. And if it was, there was supposed to be nothing to fear, right?

Something was coming towards you, still unclear to your eyes, but your heart was racing. That feeling was almost reacting to whomever was approaching you, giving you goosebumps, your stomach twisting, and your breath stuck in your throat.

It was coming near, approaching the light. You found some voice in you.

"I'm Sorry! Please, I need help. I think I had an accident! Please, I Need AH!"

You lost your voice again, the figure finally emerging from the shadows of the trees, and... No, no, maybe it was your eyes; maybe it was some kind of hillness, and your face and reaction were one pretty rude way to see something like that. He was covered in furr... No hair!

Yes! You saw on TV something like that!

The strange was silent, observing you. He was less curious about your looks, much more about your attire.

Yes, it was that... but his... feet? He was moving bearfoot, strange but not that strange, but...those look like hands! What kind of deformity was that?!

He came closer; he seemed nervous. One hand on his chest, like to monitor his own heartbeat, just like his own was acting strange like yours.

Ok, he was... he was a poor, deformed man! Yes, you were such a terrible person, acting all strong about acceptance and then getting a heart attack for... was that a tail?!

He started to circle you; you couldn't take away your eyes from him, like vice versa. 

He was... a monkey. A monkey dressed in some human clothes, holding a staff—less a normal thing that a monkey would do, and he was... studying you? 

You tried to follow him, moving at his own pace to avoid giving him your back. He was... Just curious, interested in this mortal.And little did you know that he had that feeling too.

"I...i-i...i'm Sorry, I Just-"

You fail to notice the movements of others, and you fail to hear the small noises too. When you felt something tugging at your jacket—a small monkey, tall as a three-year-old—you realized that you both were surrounded.

"You talk strange, miss! Hehe, you look funny!"

Surely, collapsing for the stress is not normal in the dreams.

///

Waking up was harder than you thought. Not only had your headache for the worst, but now you were again in some new place.

By adjusting your eyes, you found out that you were in what seemed the insider of and followed the tree. The bed, what you assumed was a bed, was a mass of grass and leaves put together and then sealed in some fabric—something maybe found somewhere, cleaned, and adjusted to the best that it could.

Around you, several small eyes were curiously witnessing your wake from your fainting of before, whispering things and chucklings.

"Look! She waking up!"

 "She's not dead at all!"

"Older Brother! Older Brother! The funny miss is alive!"

Around you, several monkeys were jumping and moving around, avoiding the bed and staying a good distance from your still-recovering frame. Talking monkeys, of course, talking monkeys are pretty normal after a good concussion.

By sitting up, you tried to understand the meaning of everything that was happening, avoiding the possibility that this wasn't a dream after all.The small creatures, some weren't that small at all but as tall as some young men, were now taking advantage of your wakening to question you about... everything. You were quite new here...

A pair of feet marched, moving vigorously towards you. Everyone made some space for the monkey that, you realized, was the one that you met before. He kneeled, looking at you in your eyes, which was easy; you were in such a shock that you couldn't even avoid him.

"Forgive my younger siblings; they can be handfull... Are you all right?"

You didn't say anything. Just moved your head in some assent, despite being sure that you weren't okay.

"You have everyone scared! I was forced to bring you here on my back."

He kept on talking. He seemed quite a kind... simile. And even so, you kept on looking at him, like when you were looking at some videos of people eating so much food that you wondered if it's fake or not. You simply couldn't avoid it, and you wondered when you would finally wake up in front of that strange dream.

He stopped only when, from the doorframe, a hole covered in some more sheets, a Curves figure, wearing white, entered the scene.

His fur, once maybe in snow white, was now of a silver tone; his limbs seemed ready to collapse on their own, and his face was covered in wrinkles. He was old, very old; his robes and pearl necklace made him look like some kind of monk or something. When he moved, the other youngest ones lowered their heads, showing respect given only to the elders.

"The youngers told me about a human on our mountain...yet, I imagined some lost merchant or a pilgrim...not a fine-yoing lady, of course! I would say, What a lucky day for us."

He chuckled, his voice calming, despite the old age. 

"But...something tells me that...your not from these parts...no?"

The younger monkey, the one in front of you, felt that the elders know more than the others now, especially under that facade of ignorance.

"I...i...ugh, this must be a dream. You are...monkeys! Talking monkeys!"

You suddenly stand up from the bed, almost losing your balance; finito wasn't for the monkey, giving you his hand for balance. The elders kept similing, not so surprised by your outburst.

"If It Is a Dream, then...why are you feeling pain in your legs? I did not hear of people collapsing in their own dreams!"

He kept chuckling, ignoring your confused stare. It was like he knew everything; he just wanted you to get the answer on your own. You, on your side, were trying to avoid that answer, even though it was now becoming everything far too clear for you to hold it together.

"... it's not real."

"Oh, I'm real as much as you are!"

"The car hit me! I'm in a coma!"

"I heard people like you saying things like this. They turned to ending their own life, and we were left with a new thomb."

"......"

You couldn't ignore it any longer. You could even feel the furr of the strong monkey arm under your skin, the feeling of the dirt where you collapsed, and the smell of the place.You were... somewhere.

"...w-where am I?! How did I end up here?!"

"You," he continued, "are now at our home, Mount Huaguo, away from the chaos of the Yaoguais and the men. How did you come?..."

He interrupted himself, looking back at the two of you. He gestured to follow him, outsider of the small nest in the tree.

The fresh air of the night entered your nose, mixed with the smell of the trees and fruits. The sun was disappearing into the horizon, leaving space for the moon and the stars, already blinking in the pale pink-colored sky. Around you, several other trees were slowly glowing, showing several houses of more monkeys, some curious about the humans in their mountain, others too busy with their own tasks to care.

"Where are my manners... I'm the elder one. Us monkeys never needed a name, and never someone gave us one. This young one here," he pointed to the other monkey, who still kept following you, "is one of my warriors. And you... what's your name, dear?"

"...i-i'm y/n..."

"Um...well dear, as much as I can say about your arrival... I say that I have an inch about it."

You sighed. He talk in riddles; why has it got to be riddles?!

His small eyes darted from you to the young male.

"Tell me, how did you find each other? It's not every time that some human can get here, and it's not from every day that one disciple capable as you leaves his duty in such a hurry."

The two of you looked at each other, maybe confused, maybe curious, but it was like he knew something more about you and the male.

"I don't...listen, I just woke up here and...this...I felt something...like, I don't know... Just to walk? Tò...tò be somewhere?"

The looks on the male face changed immediately; your words struck something in him, which pleased the eldest.

"Like a call?!"

"...i...i Guess? Maybe?"

"I felt it too!" He was shocked, just as you were listening to him. "I don't know what to take to me, but I felt this urge for something! I followed it, and I found you!" 

"you...too?"

You looked at each other again, but this time the elders small laugh caught both of your attention.

"Oh...oh, my dear One... it's not by accident that fate brought you here..."He took a big sigh, his hands behind his back, looking at the two of you. "Have you ever heard the tale of the great sage equal to heaven?"

"...i....yes?" As much as a book that you read during your years in high school could mean something. You didn't have so many memories of what you studied during your teens years, but you remembered those books for some reason, and you remembered that you had enjoyed it a lot too but never went forward to love it.

"What happened at the end of the story? After Sun Wukong becoming Buddha?"

"Well...nothing; he became Buddha and just ended!"

"...." He shacked his head and moved his hands like to make your words fly away. "No, no, no. He became Buddha, yes, but he wished nothing more than a peaceful life here, with his kind... and the Celestial realm could not stand that."

Everyone listened to this story in solemn silence. It was like they all knew about it, and even though they heard of it several times, they still kept respecting it. You know that Sun Wukong, the Gret sage, was their king, and still now they kept on respecting him.

"And so, they once again had to Clash their weapon...the sage lost against the bounds of the celestial realm, ending his story."

To your ears, this story seemed absurd. That would have changed everything—the meaning of the journey, the change of the heart of Sun Wukong... It even showed the dark side of this place, this court where the gods lived... He fought for his freedom; they denied it and killed him for that?!

The elders turned around, motioning for the two of you to get closer.

"But his spirit endured! And so, in this land, only the relics can bring him back! To rise again and walk on this land! One, between us, is the destiny one to accomplish this mission!"

He then reached for the male shoulder, grasping it with his long, slender finger.

"My boy... it's your time to travel through the land to accomplish what others had tried before you."

While the male registered this information, which you didn't understand like half-bif whatever was happening, the elders now looked at you with an inch of kindness.

"And you... who had traveled to another realm..."

Hold on, what's going on?!

"You that are outsiders from schemes and rules of the celestial realm..."

Oh SHIT, oh fuck, oh fuck what?!

"You shall be at his side in the quest...at his Biàn huà."

Your eyes locked to his face on the hand, now resting on your shoulder. Suddenly, your first love was to take a big step behind, away from the elders and the male, holding your hands on your chest.

".....ME WHAT?!"

He paused, waiting for you to calm down enough.

"Since the beginning, a chosen one, unbound to this world, has been chosen to follow the Destined one, to be at their side, and to witness the comeback of the Great Sage. Someone that exists yet is not here...someone like..."  

You rose your hands, creating a wall between you and whatever strange things this senile simian was trying to tell you.

"NO! NAH AH! No way! I'm not any kind of Chosen or any Bia thing that you said!! I mean, I'm just a random girl walking around a mountain! How could you expect me to believe that I have to do something like... whatever this thing is?"

He took another step closer, motioning on his chest.

"Because you were called... by him." His hand moved to the male. "And so himself by you. The bond between the destined one and the chosen one is not detacted by any rule, magic, or sort of."

"Please," you pleaded, "this you can't ask me to bring back to life and old monkey! I don't even know what to do!"

"Well." He continued to circle you, moving his tails here and there, a little amused by the scene. "Not like someone knew the duty of the Bián huá! It's duty is to follow, yes, but to its purpose... well, you must take this journey to know it."

"But I want to go home! You can't force me!"

He hummed again, a little more confused this time. "I do not know how to take your back to your own realm. What I know is that the key lies on this journey. Maybe the way is at the end. But only going forward, you can really know."

You wanted to say something—that it was a mistake, that it was just a coincidence, that it was nothing such as that—but the monkeys voices were all united. One happy chorus of laughs, congratulations, and encouragement about the Destined One and his Biàn huà.

//////

Sitting on the robot of a tree, the one far away from those noisy celebrations, you kept on telling yourself that what was happening was a huge mistake.

Why that old monkey didn't want to listen to you!? Why forcing you to go through this?! It's not your mission; it's not your king; it's just an old story with a very sad ending! You're not the chosen one! Why kept one pushing it?!

You even kept on talking again with the elders, but he kept disseminating you, and he even told you basically that you were stuck there until the Wukong returned! They basically told you to screw it up and do what they wanted!

"Sulking won't lead you anywhere."

The voice of the male was followed by a pinkie object beating your head.

"I'm not hungry."

"Yes, of course. Came on. Just a few bites."

You have up and taken the peach from his hand, while he took that as and invitati on tò sit near you, a few feet away but enough.

"...I'm Sorry. It must be absurd for you."

"It Is. They want to force us to go and play Frankenstein."

He hummed, not knowing what you were talking about, biting a piece of his own fruit."Yeah, I get that... it's kind of my fault; I took you here in the village."

You sighed. Despite it all, this one seems nice. At least he had asked you how you felt about it. He wasn't like the others; he seemed serious, yes, but he was calm and educated enough to not push you... It was easy to talk to him.

And there was this still lungering feeling in your chest. You started to ask yourself if that thing about the bond was true, but you immediately dismissed it.

"I'll take you home."

"Come again?"

"It's not all right; you deserve to be chosen. That's what the Great Sage would have preferred. If I am the Destined One, then I must uphold his own view!"

"Wich is... great, really?"

You crossed your arm in your chest, "but the old one said clearly that he doesn't know how to bring me back home. How could you say that so easily?"

"He said that; he didn't say that there was none of them! I'm sure someone must know the way! A celestial being? Or maybe "he rose from his seat. "The Great Sage knows that! How to send you back home! If we find him, I'll complete my mission, and you come back home!

"He laughed, quite happy with his own ideas that... made sense? He was right; he didn't know! And, more importantly, by asking for help, you could have more chances!

"It does make sense..."

He smiled, the kneeled in Front of you, this time with a kind smile. He took your hands in his own. They were rough, but warm and just. Holding that staff on back every day... Must have been hard.

"I vow to you, Y/n, to help you in your quest, vile aiding me in mine. I'll promise to protect you, being your companion and ensuring your safety. I'll take you home, I promise."   

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[smoshyourheadin]

idea!!!

the cast/crew meeting spencer’s partner for the first time everyone thinks she isn’t real and all that

Disbeleif

pairing: spencer agnew x f!reader

a/n: anon i love this concept SO MUCH!!! also i tried a 3rd person instead of 2nd person perspective for this fic so there is a bunch of use of y/n,,lmk what u think!! also sorry for the slow posting recently i’m almost done w my exams so hopefully more content otw!! thank you all so much for ur support, it means the world 🫶🫶

requests are open <33

spencer had been working at smosh for a few years now, and he had always been the quiet one in the corner, headphones on, immersed in an edit or a video game. everyone knew he was brilliant, but they never saw much of him outside of work. that changed the day he mentioned his girlfriend, y/n.

“wait, spencer, you have a girlfriend?” shayne, his closest colleague, said with a mix of surprise and skepticism.

“don’t sound so surprised! but yeah, she’s amazing,” he replied, a shy smile on his face. “she’s actually cooking dinner tonight. you guys should come over!”

the disbelief was palpable. everyone in the office exchanged glances, clearly doubting spencer’s story. but out of curiosity and the lure of a home-cooked meal, they accepted the invitation.

that evening, spencer’s apartment was a flurry of activity. y/n, a stunning woman with bright eyes and a warm smile, was bustling around the kitchen. she wore a casual dress and an plaid apron, her hair tied back in a high ponytail.

as the doorbell rang, spencer went to answer it, his nerves fluttering. He opened the door to shayne, courtney, amanda, and a couple of others from work.

“welcome welcome, come in!” he said, stepping aside. his friends walked in, their eyes widening at the sight of y/n.

“hi there! I’m y/n. dinner will be ready soon,” she greeted them, her voice cheerful and inviting. her smile was genuine, putting everyone at ease immediately.

“OH MY GOD,” angela shouted “spencer can bring her home she’s so pretty!”

amanda smacked her shoulder as they walked in, giving y/n an apologetic look. all she could do was smile in flattery.

as they settled into the living room, everyone couldn’t help but admire the cozy space filled with gaming consoles, posters of classic video games, and shelves lined with sci-fi novels and collectibles, which trevor and alex were studying in great detail whilst they were waiting for their food.

“wow, he really does have a girlfriend,” courtney whispered to shayne, who nodded, equally astonished.

when dinner was finally served, y/n’s culinary skills shone. the table was laden with a variety of dishes, each one smelling more delicious than the last. they all sat down, and as they started eating, the conversation flowed easily.

“so, spencer tells me you’re all big fans of gaming,” y/n said, looking around the table with a twinkle in her eye. “what’s everyone’s favorite game?”

and just like that, the ice was broken. they spent the evening discussing their favorite games, from childhood ones to the latest releases. to everyone’s surprise, y/n not only kept up, but shared detailed insights and strategies, revealing her deep knowledge and passion for gaming.

“you’re really into this stuff too?” ian asked, clearly impressed.

y/n laughed. “oh, absolutely. spence and i met at a gaming convention. he saw me playing qbert and he came up to me, and we bonded over our love for retro games.”

as the night went on, it became clear that y/n wasn’t just beautiful and kind, but also just as nerdy and passionate about gaming as spencer. she fit perfectly into his world, and he into hers.

by the end of the evening, any doubts about spencer’s relationship were completely dispelled. as his coworkers left, each one thanked y/n for the amazing dinner and the great company.

“thanks for having us, spencer. and y/n, you’re an angel! we should do this again,” anthony said, clapping spencer on the back.

spencer smiled, his shyness melting away. “yeah, we should. thanks for coming, guys.”

as the door closed behind them, spencer turned to y/n, who was busy cleaning up.

“thank you for tonight,” he said softly. “you were amazing.”

y/n smiled, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “anytime, lovebug. i love surprising people.”

and surprise them, she had. everyone at smosh wouldn’t stop talking about her. the slack messages were filled with praise for her cooking, and they realized that their shy, nerdy pal had found someone truly special.

[duskthestars]

Night tears

Summary: Elphaba wakes up abruptly at the sounds of Galinda's whining.

Cg!Elphaba and Little!Galinda one shot.

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Despite her uncommon skin color, Elphaba Thropp was, in fact, completely human.

She ate three times a day—although sometimes she had the habit of skipping a meal because she was distracted with a homework—she needed water to live, she yawned, she needed her glasses, she wore clothes, among many others.

Sure, an Animal also do those kind of things, but the point was that she did all those things like a human.

And, like any human or Animal, waking up at four in the morning for something out of her control was not something Elphaba's mind took in the best way.

Elphaba didn't have the best schedule in the world, she was what many people knew as a 'night owl', staying up longer than necessary just to be able to finish reading a book's chapter or finish some schoolwork.

But that, obviously, didn't mean that she didn't enjoy sleeping, perhaps she sometimes thougth of it as a lower priority, but she liked to rest... Sometimes.

But Elphaba's mind was getting distracted, possibly an effect of waking up somewhat abruptly and so early, but the actual important point here was:

Galinda—lying in the same bed as Elphaba—was crying.

Well, crying was maybe too big of a word for what she was really doing, sobbing, whining, were more appropriate words.

Of course that worried Elphaba, why wouldn't it? Something bad was clearly going on with her best friend, however, there was something that made her worry less, at least for now.

And that was the way of how the sounds were sounding, she knew how Galinda normally sobbed, she was full of drama or anxiety, but these sounds were nothing similar, they were smaller, more childish, the sounds a toddler who woke up alone in his crib would make.

Which could only mean one thing.

Making the bed creak a little, Elphaba sat on it, if anyone could see her amber eyes, they would had been able to see that they were still full of fatigue, blinking slowly like a turtle would. But if you looked more closely at her face, you could see the effort she put into putting on a calm smile.

Gently, Elphaba picked up Galinda and carried her to her lap, despite the darkness, because of them being so close, Elphaba was able to still see her roommate's face, teary eyes, trembling lips, a reddish face and tears coming down from her greenish eyes.

Poor little thing.

"Shh, shh... What's wrong, my pretty?" Elphaba whispered calmly, "It's a little early for crying, don't you think?" The last question contained a playful tone.

Galinda could do nothing but cry, obviously too little to form clear sentences.

"Mama," was the only thing that came out of her, "mama!"

"Did you have a nightmare?" The question was aimed more at her than at Galinda, but speaking out loud and having her baby hear her voice always helped.

"Or maybe," Elphaba smiled, "you're just being a baby, crying just because you want to." The joking tone did not leave her words.

It wasn't such a crazy statement, Galinda could regress to a very young age, almost a newborn—Elphaba always seemed surprised, in a good way, because of that, she was so tiny, it was such an... Amazing fact and thinking about it made her smile—so, like any baby, Galinda would just cry out of nowhere.

Galinda sobbed and whined again, she squirmed a little in Elphaba's hold so she could be more comfortable.

"Mama!"

"Shh, shh, everything's okay, little one..." Elphaba rushed to try to calm her down. "Whatever it is, we should focus on going back to sleep, don't you think?" She couldn't help the yawn that came out of her.

The nightstand was close enough that Elphaba only had to extend her arm to reach it and open one of the drawers to grab what she needed to get her baby back to sleep, Galinda's paci.

Oh, Galinda loved that thing, if Elphaba had to admit it, it was adorable, besides, she couldn't blame her, a baby always needed to bite something and if Galinda didn't have her precious paci, that something could be Elphaba's fingers.

"Here you go, my sweet," Elphaba whispered as she placed the object in Galinda's mouth, who accepted it happily, it even seemed that her crying was already calming down just by having her paci.

Elphaba laughed calmly, "Sometimes I think you love that thing more than me." Galinda's response was just to look at her with curious, but still teary eyes.

Galinda cried when she noticed Elphaba was carefully removing her from her lap, returning Galinda to her side of the bed.

"Shh, yes, yes, I'm still here, I'm not going anywhere, my sweet," Elphaba gently kissed her little's forehead, a kiss full of affection and love.

Soon, they were both lying on the bed again, both little and caregiver were covered by a soft blanket.

Galinda's eyes looked calmer now, tear marks could still be seen and her face was still a little red, but Elphaba could see that the land of dreams would soon claim her baby.

Elphaba kissed her little one again, this time on the nose.

"You can sleep peacefully, my pretty, I promise I'll be here when you wake up, no one will hurt you while I'm here."

With one of her emerald hands, the caregiver gently stroked her little's blonde hair, Elphaba noticed that Galinda was finally closing her eyes.

"I promise, I will always be here for you," Elphaba kissed her forehead again, "I will always be by your side, forever."

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First agere fic i post here :0

[babyarmywrites]

mastermind - kth

idol!kim taehyung x fem. reader

Summary: After seeing you for the first time, there is nothing that could stop Taehyung from making you his. Nothing.

Word count: 7,4k

Warnings: swearing, I may have gotten some things wrong, cause I don't know everything about BTS yet, so please don't hate me for that. Also, English is not my first language, so sorry for that as well.

Genre: slight angst, but mostly fluff

Song in title: mastermind - taylor swift

All your adult life you experienced how some people had more luck than others. For some, everything fell into place, they were at the right place at the right time, maybe they won some kind of lottery with the gods above or they were simply blessed from birth with an easy being. You had no idea what kind of amazing deed you had done in your previous life to be blessed with the angel boy you could call your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, but you were not complaining.

You didn’t quite understand how or why you ended up in a posh club in the heart of Seoul, full of celebrities and rich people. Probably because of Nari's, your best friend's, influence from her Marketing Manager position at HYBE, but there you were. An outcast for sure, but a radiant presence that caught the eye of the one and only V from BTS. You were sitting at the bar accompanied by a whiskey sour that you had been sipping on for the last 40 minutes, the ice completely melted, watering down your overpriced drink. It was clear as a day, even for a stranger, that this was not your usual scenery. Your shoulders were tense, eyes scanning your surroundings, your face scrunching up in disgust every time some drunken idiot bumped into you while trying to approach the bar. You felt someone's presence on your right side and glanced at the person standing close to you, waiting for the bartender to notice him. The place was so crowded it was difficult not to invade someone's personal space, but the handsome stranger was visibly trying to be respectful, which you were thankful for. As soon as your eyes landed on him you noticed how his pretty orbs were already on you and you quickly turned away, but slow enough to catch his lips curling into a kind-hearted, polite smile. Your cheeks reddened upon being caught and you couldn't resist looking back at him again. He was staring at his shoes, his smile still present, his eyes now hidden by the perfectly styled bangs framing his handsome face. He glanced back up, raising an eyebrow playfully and you couldn't help the intensifying blush adorning your cheeks. He chuckled slightly and you thought it was the most beautiful sound you've ever heard, despite it being obstructed by the loud music playing in the posh club.

"This is not your usual scenery, huh?" he asked, clearly enjoying the situation at hand.

"No, not really," you answered shyly, slightly embarrassed by how evidently out of place you were.

"So what brings you here?"

"Best friend obligations. What about you?"

"Contractual obligations," he responded curtly and you couldn't help the laughter erupting from your lips.

Inexplicably, Taehyung felt proud that he managed to make you laugh. He could see clearly how your shoulders relaxed and your body language shifted. He spotted you sitting alone at the bar approximately 30 minutes ago and he instantly thought that you were the most gorgeous human being he ever laid his eyes on. For the last couple of years, he did his best to get out of events like this, but his management forced him to show up and contrary to Jungkook and Jimin, he was having a terrible night. He couldn't just let loose in a crowded club like this without the papers being filled with his drunken shenanigans the next day. He opted for a calmer approach, sitting in their VIP booth, scrolling on his phone. After he deemed the content on the device boring, he pocketed it carefully and started looking around in hopes of finding his bandmates. However, his eyes landed on you and for some inexplicable reason, he felt drawn towards you. It could have been the fact that seemingly you were in a very similar predicament as him or simply that as an art enthusiast he was drawn to pretty things. He wasn't looking for any logic in his instant infatuation with you, he deemed that trusting his instinct was the right thing to do. So he downed his drink and walked to the bar with the intention of getting a refill. And maybe talk to you.

"I'm Taehyung." he put out his hand for you to shake, his smile never faltering. You put your significantly smaller hand in his, giving him your name. You were slightly flustered, considering you knew who he was. Everyone in Korea knew. However, you were not necessarily a BTS fan, so you kept your composure.

"Want to get out of here?" he asked curtly and your jaw dropped to the floor. His question could have been easily misunderstood. Did he think simply telling you his name would get him into your pants? Before you could get furious by the insane assumption that it would be so easy to swoon you into his bed, he realized his mistake. "Oh my, that sounded awful. I just meant that we both clearly feel uncomfortable here and I would like to go somewhere more quiet so that we could get to know each other better. Like the Ttokpokki place next door. My treat, of course."

"Why would you want to get to know me?" he couldn't stop thinking about how adorable you were. So humble, so innocent, so genuine...

"It's not every day a commoner like me gets to meet an angel like you."

You laughed at his corny pick-up line, which again, left the boy grinning in satisfaction. How could you say no to that?

That night, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. That's how you met Kim Taehyung.

As a hopeless romantic, you believe in love at first sight. However, it's not Taehyungs striking good looks that make you fall for him, but his actions. He is polite with the staff at the hole-in-the-wall Ttokpokki place, he is elegant, he pulls out the seat for you, and pays for your food and drinks without hesitation. He asks you questions about yourself and listens to your answers with undeniable interest. Despite meeting him not even an hour before, he seems so infatuated with every word you speak that he makes you feel like you are the center of his universe. Similarly, you try to get to know him better as well and you learn a lot of interesting facts about him, like how he studied interior design, which he is very passionate about, he tells you anecdotes about his dog, Yeontan, he even shows you pictures of the puppy, like a proud father. He thinks your reactions to Tannie are adorable, an image in his mind appears of you coddling the little dog with so much love and gentleness. He is convinced the temperamental puppy will adore you, despite him not liking many people.

Your little talk is annoyingly interrupted by a call from your best friend and it is difficult to understand her words from how slurred they are, but you manage to interpret the drunken mess as her wanting to go home. You apologize profoundly and Taehyung notices how you seem irritated from your conversation being cut short. And you think this is it. A fun chat that is going to end with you going home and never seeing the charming man ever again. However, you fail to consider the fact that Kim Taehyung is also a hopeless romantic and he refuses to let you go without asking for your number. He firmly believes that people get one chance in life to meet their person and he is convinced that you are someone meant to be in his life by a higher power, one that he cannot explain nor understand. He is not going to mess up this chance presented to him so he gives you his phone. You gladly give him your number and the two of you part ways, both of you smiling like idiots. You turn around to get one last glance at the handsome man who swooned you with his charm and your smile widens when you notice him doing the same thing. A bubbly laugh leaves his pretty lips and he shakes his head in disbelief. You observe his frame as he gets smaller and smaller with the increasing distance between you. You can still see him when the phone in your pocket buzzes and you smile at the new number and message on your screen. You save his number in your contact list, not knowing, that you will know it by heart in a few months.

Taehyung lmk when you get home, pretty girl. take care! :]

His texts don't stop from that point. Despite being insanely busy and rarely having time to respond, he makes an effort to make you feel like you're in his thoughts 24/7. He sends you pictures throughout the day, about Tannie, selfies from his studio, photoshoots, dance practices with the group, anything really. Your heartbeat nearly triples when he sends you a picture of a plushie, claiming how its cuteness reminded him of you. Despite talking to him constantly through texts, you don't get to see him in person for two weeks and your second meeting is just as accidental as the first. Nari invites you to the HYBE building for lunch, because she still feels bad for ruining your night with Tae. You accept, not knowing that he happens to be in the building that day.

As you munch on your kimbap in the HYBE cafeteria you hear a small dog yapping in a high pitch and you look under the table finding a nicely groomed pomeranian with black fur looking at you with curious eyes. You coo at the puppy, letting it sniff your hand before petting it gently. Taehyung observes you from a distance, his boxy smile adorning his face. Tannie jumps on your leg, signaling how he wants to be picked up and you do, which prompts Tae to move towards you.

"Where's your owner, cutie-pie?" he hears you asking the dog as you run your hands soothingly through the soft fur on his back. Yeontan, like he understands what you are saying, starts barking in Taehyung's general direction and you follow his line of sight, spotting the idol. You smile at him shocked, but it is evident from the glint in your eyes that you are glad to see him. You should have put the two and two together: the little dog sitting on your lap looked eerily similar to Taehyung's and there was a chance of him being at HYBE, considering that his studio was in the building.

"I see you met Tannie." he greets you with a wink and nods towards your friend, who bows slightly. He is basically her boss after all.

"He is cuter in person." you smile and you hug the puppy closer to your chest and he starts licking your face lovingly, which causes you to giggle. Taehyung is glad he was right. Yeontan loves you and he takes that as a sign from the universe that the two of you are truly meant to be.

"I could say that about you too, pretty girl." your face reddens at the compliment and you find it unfair how smooth he is with it.

"Do you want to sit down, Taehyung-nim?" Nari asks him, offering him her seat.

"It's alright, I don't want to interrupt for long." he gestures for her to stay seated "I just came here to retrieve Tannie and ask a pretty girl out on a date tomorrow night."

Your eyes widen at his boldness, and you nearly spit out the sip of water that you took. Taehyung seems to be amused by the situation at hand, but you fail to notice how his foot clad in comfortable sneakers taps the floor, a nervous tick of his. On the inside, he is a mess, the fear of rejection plaguing his beautiful mind. You look around the cafeteria as if you're trying to find the pretty girl he is talking about. You finally point at yourself, your eyes never leaving his and he nods with a small laugh.

"What time should I be ready?"

"I'll pick you up at seven if that's alright."

"Perfect!"

"Would it be alright if we had our date at my place? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but I can't really risk being seen out and about with a gorgeous woman," he explains, his features contorting, making it evident, that he is displeased with the unfortunate attention he gets for being an idol. If it was any other man you would be hesitant to have your first date at their place, but this is Taehyung. He is so polite and respectful, you believe that he couldn't hurt a fly, not willingly at least. So you agree and you make sure to assure him, that it's alright and that you understand.

The next day you're pacing around your apartment nervously, you're wearing jeans and a cute top, making you look put together, but still comfortable, a perfect outfit to lounge at someone's place. You're waiting for Taehyung to pick you up and you get a text from him five minutes before seven saying that he's arrived. You appreciate his punctuality and let him know you'll be out in a second. As soon as you leave your building you spot the fancy car with all the windows tinted, but the driver flashes the headlights, letting you know that it is indeed the person you were expecting. You step towards the passenger side and the door opens automatically and your eyes meet Taehyung's, who's smiling widely.

"Good to see you, pretty girl!" he greets you as soon as you step into the vehicle and the door shuts on its own when you get situated. Truly luxurious, you make a mental note.

"Good to see you too, Taehyung!"

"How are you on this fine evening?" he asks as he starts the car and drives away. You've been texting all day, he told you he had a looser schedule for once, only having to spend a few hours at the studio. He seems well-rested, his warm eyes focused on the road ahead. You notice the light music playing in the background, some soothing jazz coming from the speakers of the fancy vehicle. You appreciate how despite the car's probable insane performance, Taehyung never goes beyond the speed limit, unlike other men his age driving similar automobiles.

"I'm good, thank you for asking. Kinda nervous, not gonna lie, this insanely handsome guy is taking me on a date, you know?" you flirt, making Tae smile even wider.

"He must be a lucky bastard to be able to take a gorgeous woman like you out."

"Stop it!" you exclaim, burying your face into your hands as your cheeks heat up. Taehyung chuckles and glances at you while stuck at a stop light. He takes in your outfit and notes in his head how effortlessly elegant you look. Your eyes sparkled with excitement that was evidentiated by the night lights of Seoul, the pretty sparkles of the scenery around you reflecting in your irises. The boy couldn't keep his eyes off you, his train of thought interrupted solely by the irritated honking coming from the cars behind him as the lights turned green. You giggle at him, knowing exactly what caused him to stutter in his driving like that. He is glad that the interior of the car is dark, otherwise you may be able to see the rosiness of his cheek. Which you do notice, but you decide not to comment on it this time around.

The two of you soon arrive at his apartment building and you're not surprised to see the security guards, the tall gate, and the double checkpoint to the garage and the entrance. After parking his car, Taehyung is quick to get out of the vehicle and sprints to the other side, opening the door for you. A shy smile appears on your face, you knew he was a gentleman, however, you still get a bit flustered by the gesture. None of the people whom you've dated before did anything like this for you. He guides you to the elevator and you cannot help but think about how many women he did the same thing with before you. However, you quickly leave that thought behind as he smiles widely at you, his eyes glimmering like a sky full of stars. You take the opportunity to take his appearance in a little bit better. He is wearing black slacks, with chunky Prada loafers and a black Celine shirt, a black belt accentuating that slutty ass waist of his. God clearly has favorites and Kim Taehyung is among the top, you are sure of that.

You observe as he inputs the code for the elevator, which leads to the top floor of his penthouse. He gestures for you to leave the elevator before him, like the gentleman he is. Then he opens the door for you and you step into the dimly lit apartment. He takes your coat and gets you a pair of guest slippers.

"Welcome to my humble abode." he jokes, knowing that nothing is humble about his home. You chuckle, but take in your surroundings. The main source of light is his sunset lamp, which gives a warm hue to the place. Then you notice the tens of candles placed strategically around the open-concept living room and kitchen.

"They're battery-powered. I wouldn't leave the house with a thousand candles lit and a curious doggo who doesn't know better." he explains "Speaking of..."

You hear the pitter-patter of tiny paws on the floor and you soon spot the puppy in question. Yeontan sprints to Taehyung at first, clearly pleased that his owner is finally home again. Then he looks at you, barking two times before he approaches you. You lean down to pet his little head and Tannie licks your hand lovingly. Taehyung gestures toward the dining area, where the table is made for two people, two wine glasses in sight. It's at that moment that you take note of the amazing smell coming from the kitchen and you ask the boy curiously what the menu is. He explains how he made your favorite food and you're amazed because you don't remember ever mentioning it to him. He just smiles, saying that he had a lucky guess. He then proceeds to the wine fridge, taking out a bottle of 2012 Bordeaux natural orange wine and he goes into detail about how amazing it is. He pours you a glass first and one for him, then he gestures for you to click your glasses together. He then serves dinner and you are amazed by the first bite. Kim Taehyung is a man of many talents, cooking apparently one of them.

The dinner goes smoothly, the wine helps ease your nerves and the conversation between the two of you flows naturally. You talk about art, your travels, your job, and your studies, he's mesmerized by how many books you've read and the languages that you speak. He swears his fondness towards you only grows with every word that leaves your pretty lips and he can't stop thinking about how he wants to kiss you. So he asks for permission, again, like a gentleman, and you grant it for him. His lips connect with yours and a spark emerges as you share the softest kiss you've ever had with the boy who swept you off your feet in barely two weeks of knowing him. At that moment, the dominoes cascaded in a line. Everything suddenly made sense. Your past heartbreaks and hardships lead to that moment. Both of you knew that it was meant to be.

You then move to the couch, continuing your conversation, his arms are draped over the back of the comfy sofa lingering around your shoulders. Yeontan jumps up to your knees, gesturing that he wants to join the two of you and you oblige, lifting the puppy and placing him on the couch. He instantly sits down on your lap and makes himself comfortable.

"Unbelievable! You barely spent a few hours with Tan and he already prefers you over me." Taehyung puffs, but you can hear the amusement in his tone.

"He must think I'm cool because I've only been here for..." you look at the time on the screen of your phone "Jeez, it's been 7 hours already?!" you exclaim as you notice that it's well past 2 AM.

"Time flies when you're having fun," Tae notes cheekyly.

"I have to go home, I have work tomorrow morning."

Taehyung is clearly displeased by that. He could spend the whole night talking to you, but he understands. He gets up from the couch and leaves the room to make a phone call. You are hesitant to move considering that Yeontan is now asleep on your lap, but you stroke him awake. Upon realizing that his owner left, he jumped off the couch running around the apartment, looking for his dad. Tae emerges with the puppy following behind him.

"I called a driver for you, he's waiting downstairs. I can't really drive after half a bottle of wine, but I will accompany you," he explains, walking towards the entryway. You follow behind him and he helps you put on your jacket. "Oh, I nearly forgot."

He rushes back into his apartment and you wait for him patiently to reappear with a huge bouquet of camellias and pink peonies. You have no idea whether he knows the meaning behind those particular blossoms, but it makes your heartbeat race. You accept the concoction of flowers with a wide smile.

"Thank you, Tae! These are very pretty."

"I'm glad you like them. What kind of a man would I be if I didn't bring flowers to my last first date?"

You're left speechless by his remark. It's not that you don't understand what he's hinting at, but it is a truly bold statement to make after a first date. He doesn't expect an answer, but he believes it's true. You'll understand one day. He's a firm believer that strategy sets the scene for the tale. He is willing to do everything in his power to write the perfect love story. You just have to get on board.

He steps into his shoes silently, not putting them on properly. As you walk down the corridor, he puts his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer. You blush from the close proximity, but you welcome his touch nonetheless. He doesn't distance himself from you in the elevator either. Once you get to the car, he opens the door for you and then moves to sit on the other side of the backseat, close to you. His hand takes yours into his as he gently strokes it with his thumb. You swear your heart beats out of its rhythm from the soothing feeling and Tahyung sends a tired smile your way as you approach your home. Upon your arrival, he insists that he walk you up to your apartment, which you try to talk him out of, but he's inconvincible.

"Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun!" you say as you reach the door of your apartment, turning towards Taehyung.

"When can I see you again?" he asks eagerly and you smile like a schoolgirl at the thought of sharing another evening like this with him.

"Whenever you're free, Mr. International Popstar." you joke and he scoffs.

"Luch tomorrow then?"

"You got yourself a date, sir!" Taehyung dramatically punches the air in victory, making you laugh at his silliness. "Text me when you get back home, alright?"

He nods and steps closer to you, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. His lips linger for a second, but then he looks at you and notices a frown on your face.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his eyes running all over your face, trying to find the source of your displeasure.

"I just thought I would get a proper good-night kiss, you know?"

Taehyung laughs, but he doesn't hesitate to kiss you on the lips, the same way he did in the dining room of his home. This kiss is a bit rushed, maybe more eager and passionate, but it seals the deal. The perfect ending for the perfect night, you both think.

You're already in bed when your phone buzzes and you smile at the text on the screen, sleep finding you in peace knowing that he got home safely.

Taehyung: just got home. Tannie (read: me) misses you already. Goodnight, pretty girl.

The following weeks go by pretty much the same way. You keep texting Tae, and the two of you meet up whenever he has some free time. He shows up at your workplace to have lunch with you, always bringing some snacks for you to munch on in the late hours of your shift. He always greets you with a peck on your lips, the first few times he asks for permission, which you grant him eagerly, but after a while the whole thing comes naturally. You don't mind it at all, you quite enjoy locking lips with him.

Today, however, he seems off. He's nervous, fidgeting with his hands, picking at the skin around his nails. You frown a little bit, over time you come to know all his nervous habits, so you take matters into your own hands by intertwining your fingers with his, which visibly calms him down. Until that point, he kept avoiding looking into your eyes, his gaze locked on the nose of his shoes, but as soon as your thumb starts rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles he turns towards you.

"What's wrong, Tae?" your voice is a near whisper as you try to avoid startling him further. You don't want to sound accusatory, you just want to figure out why he's acting so different around you suddenly.

"My bandmates keep asking me why I don't eat lunch with them anymore. Jungkook keeps teasing me about having a girlfriend so..." he takes a deep breath and starts looking for something in the backseat of his car "... I know this is a sloppy way to do this, but I really want to be able to tell my bandmates that I do indeed have a girlfriend." he finally finds the thing he was looking for - a plushie that eerily resembles Yeontan, wearing a tiny T-shirt with the word 'jagiya?' and a sticker-like cutout of Taehyung's pouty face printed on it. You can't help but laugh at the design that resembles something you put together in Comp-Sci class in middle school using Paint, the execution is horrendous at best. Tae is glad you're amused, that was his intention with the ridiculous choice of styling the plushie. However, he's also nervous, biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for your answer. You just lean in, kissing his lips passionately, which is enough for him to relax.

"I will take that as a yes," he whispers, his forehead resting against yours, a profound smile on his face.

"Well, of course, it is a yes! I've never heard of anyone asking someone out with a ridiculous plushie like that." you joke, taking the soft toy from him, and hugging it close to your chest. For some reason, it smells like Taehyung, which makes you love it even more.

"Do you want to hear something more ridiculous?" he asks playfully and you nod. He starts unbuttoning the Hawaiian print shirt he's wearing and your eyes widen.

"Woah, Tae, I know I'm your girlfriend now, but we shouldn't rush into things like this." you joke, but the boy just blushes.

"No no no!" he exclaims, trying to stop you from drawing the wrong conclusion "I just wanted to show you, I'm wearing the same shirt!"

He opens up the flannel, revealing the white tee underneath, a life-size version of the one the plushie is wearing. You can't help the laugh shaking your body, the print looks even more comical in a bigger size.

"You're something else, Kim Taehyung." you shake your head as you smile widely. He's so effortlessly corny and romantic it makes you swoon for him.

"Wow, the full government name, huh? Aren't you supposed to call me baby now or something?" he teases.

"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

He nods eagerly, leaning in for another kiss. Your lips meet again, and your stomach fills with butterflies, knowing that you're going to be the only one he kisses for a while. Or at least you hope it's going to be for a while. The wholesome moment is interrupted however by a ringing sound coming from the car and you can see Namjoon's name across the dashboard as Taehyung's phone is connected to the vehicle.

"Duty calls," he states, you can see the disappointment in his eyes. You both knew your meetup would be cut short anyway, considering you only had 45 minutes for lunch, but that doesn't make it any less annoying.

You quickly peck his lips, already getting out of the car.

"See you later, babe!" you exclaim and you're sprinting towards the building of your office, knowing that otherwise you're gonna be late for a meeting. Taehyung's stomach does somersaults upon hearing you use such a word of endearment for him and he swears he doesn't want to hear that from anyone else ever again. As soon as he gets back to the dance studio he's teased to no avail by his bandmates. He forgot to change his shirt back, so he has to go through the remaining hours of practice wearing that ridiculous tee of his. However, he wears it with pride, knowing it had the effect he expected from it. You're his girlfriend now. That's all he has been wishing for ever since he met you.

Tae 🧸: just finished with our practice jagi 🩵: oh no babe, it's 2 am. you must be tired. Tae 🧸: exhausted Tae 🧸: can you please come over? I miss you. I will send a car for you. jagi 🩵: Tae, you should sleep and I don't know how much of that you're gonna get if I come over, sweetheart Tae 🧸: I promise we're gonna go straight to bed. I just want you here, jagi. I have a big day tomorrow and I could use some cuddles to help with my nerves. jagi 🩵: okay

Taehyung and the boys have been practicing non-stop for a big concert in Seoul. Above that, he's been busy with photoshoots, long studio sessions as they started working on their new album which gave you little to no time to see each other. He tried calling and video chatting with you every night when he got home, but tonight he didn't think that would be enough. He needed to hug you, inhale the sweet scent of your perfume and body wash, he needed to kiss you, feel you. He didn't care how overworked and downright drained he was, he couldn't spend another day without seeing you in person.

He was scrolling through his calendar, which was packed, his eyes heavy from exhaustion, trying hard not to fall asleep before you could get there. Soon, he heard the chime of his intercom, the receptionist of his building warning him about your arrival. Yeontan's ears perked like he understood what the announcement was about and the little puppy rushed to the door, looking up at the knob, waiting for it to turn. He soon started barking and Taehyung knew that meant you arrived. After three months of dating the boy gave you a key to his home so that you could keep Yeontan company on the days he was working late and the puppy was left alone for hours. You opened the door silently, not knowing if Tae was asleep already or not. In case he was, you didn't want to wake him up by being obnoxiously loud. Yeontan, however, was excited to see you, barking away at you, demanding you give him the attention he wanted.

"Tannie baby, you have to be quiet, ok? We don't want to disturb your dad, do we?" you whispered with a disciplinary tone. Taehyung smiled, slowly approaching you, to give you the biggest kiss possible. You heard the sound of feet dragging on the floor and you looked up to your very tired-looking boyfriend.

"Woah! Your hair looks really nice, babe," you exclaimed and Tae involuntarily ran his fingers to the permed mess on his head. Lately, he's been rocking his natural hair, which was dead straight, but they had it permed today, giving him nice waves that made him look ten times more attractive.

"Thank you, jagi," he says, his voice a sleepy grumble. His large hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer into a tight hug as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent of your shampoo. Your hands instantly found their place in his hair, massaging his scalp, the way you knew he enjoyed it. "I missed you," he murmured, his soft lips finding their way to yours, inviting them into a slow, meaningful dance. Before he could deepen it, you pulled away slowly, knowing too well that if it was up to him, you would be engaging in activities other than sleeping, which would leave him even more exhausted than he already was. You took his hand in yours, leading him down the hallway to his bedroom, one you've spent countless nights in ever since you were officially a couple.

The two of you proceeded to go through your nightly routines together, Taehyung nearly falling asleep on his feet while he brushed his teeth.

"Come on, baby boy, you need rest." you urged him out of the bathroom, and that's when you observed the odd way he kept dragging his left foot behind him "Why are you limping?"

"It's nothing, I just put too much pressure on my left knee today and it's a bit swollen. Nothing to worry about tho."

"Tae..." you shook your head, completely dismissing his carelessness. You hated how he didn't take care of himself properly. "Are you going to wear shorts tomorrow during the concert?" you questioned.

"Uh, no. We had our fitting today, I'm gonna wear black slacks," he says, confused by the sudden question about his clothing.

"Wait for me on the bed, okay? I'll be there in a second."

He doesn't have time to respond, you're already out of the room and he hears you opening one of the kitchen drawers. He listens, however, and sits down on his side of the bed, his back against the headboard. He picks Tannie up, and the puppy takes his rightful place on his lap. You emerge a few minutes later with an unfamiliar box in your hands and a pair of scissors. You sit down in front of Taehyung and Yeontan approaches you, smelling the items you're holding in your hands. You silently touch Taehyung's left ankle, straightening out his leg. You inspect his knee carefully, noticing how it is quite swollen, just as he mentioned earlier. You take out a tube of soothing gel from the pocket of your hoodie, which belongs to the boy watching your every move. You put a decent amount of the ointment on your fingers and you slowly massage it into the swollen area. After that, you open the box you were holding earlier, taking out a roll of black Kinesio tape. You measure the tape to his knee, cutting a piece that you deem adequate for him. Then you manage to round the corners and give it the right shape. You then place it around his knee expertly, Tae's eyes never leaving you. He's infatuated by the delicate movement of your fingers, you take care of him so gently that it reminds him of his mother. No one besides her treated him so carefully before and it makes Taehyung realize how irreversibly in love he is with you.

"I didn't know you could use kinesio tape," he mutters lowly, his eyes barely open.

"I had problems with my knee ever since I was in middle school, one of the trainers I had taught me how to do it," you explain as you get up to put away everything you used and climb back into bed to finally go to sleep.

"Thank you, jagi. I don't know what I did to deserve your care and affection."

"I could say the same thing about you too, sweetheart." you say, your voice soft and full of adoration "Another reason why we were meant to be. You bring out the best in me, Tae, and I hope that I can do the same for you."

He nods, his heart panging with guilt. You say things like that a lot. How the two of you were meant to be, brought together by a higher power neither of you could understand. However, Taehyung knows it is not true. It was all his design. Cause he's a mastermind.

He feels the need to confess right then and there. He wants the truth to be out. He can't carry this burden with him anymore. But he's scared of your reaction. That you're gonna leave him for lying to you all this time. So he stays silent and goes to sleep with you in his arms, because that's where you belonged, regardless of how you ended up there.

The next morning, Taehyung wakes up earlier than planned to surprise you with a nice breakfast. He gets out of bed slowly, careful not to wake you up. However, you turn in your sleep, to cuddle his pillow. He recalls all the times he found you in that exact position on his bed as you fell asleep waiting for him to get home on nights you agreed to spend together. He smiles widely, glad he was scheming like a criminal to make you his. You were the wind in his free-flowing sail and the liquor in his cocktails. The first night he saw you he knew he wanted you. Here he was now, making you breakfast as you slept peacefully in his bed. Everything fell into place, just like he wanted it. You were the love he was dreaming about his entire life. The least he could do was cherish you like the queen you were. He's so deep in his thoughts he doesn't hear the shuffle of your sock-clad feet as you approach him, hugging his torso from the back. He jumps slightly, but his shoulders relax instantly as he turns around to kiss you good morning.

"Did you sleep well, pretty girl?" he questions, putting a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You nod with a wide grin on your face, running your hand through his unruly bangs. He buries his forehead in your palm, enjoying the coddling you give him.

"I woke up to an empty bed tho, that was not nice of you, you know?"

"I'm sorry, jagi, I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed," he explains, going back to prepare the exquisite food you were going to share in a few minutes.

"You shouldn't have, Tae-bear. You should have slept a bit more, you'll need all that energy tonight as you play a sold-out show for your ARMY."

"Speaking of, you're coming too, right?"

"Yes, I'll be there."

"I can't wait for you to see it, jagi. And the boys are dying to finally meet you in person." he jabbered excitedly, the joy evident in his tone. He's so cute, you think, everything about him is charming and genuine. In the few months you knew him, you respected how he never changed. Despite his exhaustion, and his hardships he stayed just as enthusiastic and energetic about what he does. He and the boys worked hard to deliver the best show that night. As you observed him as he performed you understood why he was considered the idol of idols. He moved so effortlessly, singing his heart out, and having fun with his brothers. His boxy grin never left his face, he truly was in his element when he performed. You understood everyone's infatuation with him. It was so easy to fall in love with Kim Taehyung, even from a distance. Without knowing who he truly was. You couldn't blame yourself anymore for falling for him.

Meeting his bandmates after the concert leaves you a nervous wreck. However, the six members you haven't met yet greet you like an old friend as you walk backstage with Yeontan in your arms. They all hug you tightly, poking fun at Taehyung for keeping you hidden from them for a couple of months. Tae takes Yeontan from you as he observes how you get along with his brothers. He knew you were going to fit right in, your bubbly personality showing as you laugh at their stories and go along with their craziness. He decides at that moment that he has to come clean. No more secrets, he has to lay everything out for you, so that you can live your life together for a very long time.

"We need to talk," he says as soon as you arrive back at his apartment and your stomach sinks. He seems serious and you can't help but panic, instantly thinking of the worst. He surely was not breaking up with you right after you met his bandmates? Did you say something wrong? Did the whole thing not go as well as you thought it did?

"Are you breaking up with me?" you ask, your voice weak as you try to swallow the lump that you formed in your throat.

"What?!" he panics too "Hell no. But you might after I tell you what I want to," he says shyly.

"Go on." you say as you take a seat on the couch. He follows your lead, sitting close to you, Yeontan sitting in the middle, curiously moving his head between you. Taehyung takes a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly.

"What if I told you none of it was accidental and the first night that I saw you nothing was gonna stop me?" he begins "You and I ended up in the same room at the same time. I saw you meeting with Nari after her shift one night in front of the HYBE building. I felt drawn towards you even after seeing you for a few minutes. The next day I went to her, begging her to let the two of us meet. It was because of me that she dragged you to that party at that club. I knew you were going to be there that night. I searched the whole place for you and walked up to the bar with the sole intention of talking to you. She invited you for lunch the day you met Yeontan, because I asked her to, I wanted to see you so bad and I didn't know how to bring it up. I let Tannie free in the cafeteria so that I could watch him interact with you to make sure that he would like you. I got Nari a picture with all the guys' signatures so she could tell me what your favorite food was for our first date. I searched the internet for the meaning of different kinds and colors of flowers. Jagi, you always talk a great deal about how your and my meeting was destined to happen. That we are meant to be with each other, a higher power leading us to meet. This is the first time I felt the need to confess, everything happened because I was scheming. I laid the groundwork and then just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line, and now you're mine. I was so drawn to you, that I knew I needed to do everything in my power to make you my girlfriend. In the end, it was all worth it because I'm irreversibly in love with you, Y/n."

He couldn't look you in the eyes during his monologue, but as the last sentence leaves his pretty lips, his eyes find yours and he's surprised to see a wide grin on your face. You knew the entire time. You knew he was a mastermind.

"Baby, I knew that the whole time." you laugh and Taehyung seems genuinely confused. "I knew something was fishy when Nari tried to drag me to a HYBE party, one she refused to go to adamantly before. When we were having lunch, I saw you as you let go of Yeontan. I knew you were behind everything, however, that doesn't mean that we're not meant to be with each other, silly. It doesn't mean that we weren't destined to meet by a higher power. I'm in love with you too, Kim Taehyung. Nothing can change that, sweetheart. You're stuck with me."

All you did was smile, because Kim Taehyung is a mastermind. And now you're his.

[jade-jini]

soft dom kazuha hehehehe wheeeeeeeen jade 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

(My baby Zuha is so gentle, almost makes me doubt she can dom sometimes)

tw: idk if it counts as ed, there’s a little part where reader ain’t big on eating but Zuha helps her with it. Just putting it here in case.

I think dom Zuha is big on praising and encouraging. Both in and out of bed. Like you’d be on your desk, clearly stressing about work, and she’d walk behind you and stop to give you a hot drink, a little shoulder massage and also shake you a bit lol and goes all “you can do it let’s go!”, making you laugh at her silliness, and she’s just happy to do so, leaving a kiss on your face as she leaves you to continue your work.

Once you come back with good news about the work submitted, she’ll hug you and all you hear is “that’s my girl” “I’m so proud of you.” “I knew you could do it, you’re amazing”, etc :3

If you had a hard day tho, she’s rather a bit quiet, letting you talk as she cuddles you, just going “mhm” so you know she’s paying attention. She would try to come up with a way to fix whatever the problem is, as well as telling you that what you did was good, and that she’s sorry it didn’t go the way you wanted, sympathizing with you about the issue. Feeling heard actually helps, and the warm hugs and kisses your girlfriend gives you, as well as her sweet words in between, yeah. There’s no way you can be sad for a long time when you have her.

Gentle dominance! I personally believe Kazuha can look a little intimidating when she looks serious 😭 but let’s be honest she’s such a sweet thing ahhhh. She doesn’t threaten you with punishments or anything like that. Rather she will be kind when speaking to you, but it’s clear when she’s telling and not asking. You’ve gained better habits thanks to her though.

“I’m not hungry, Zuha.” You’d say, but your girlfriend knows you haven’t had anything that day, and it’s past lunch time. Kazuha looks at you with a calm expression, but her tone is different from the cute voice she uses with you sometimes.

“You are eating, don’t argue with me.” She says, and her voice sends shivers down your spine. “It’s for your own good, my love. Can’t spend the day like that. Be good and listen to mommy, yes?” She whispered this last part only for you to listen of course. “Here, at least try some of my soup if you’re not that hungry.” And how can you say no? Specially when she’s sweetly feeding you lol. With time, now it was you who’d ask what she’d like for lunch ‘cause you were hungry, and when you started doing this she felt so happy knowing you had a healthier meal schedule.

“Straight posture, darling.” She says with her hand on your back, and the moment you feel her touch you obey. Same could be told in bed.

You guys are in your shared room at night, her kisses making you drunk already as she takes your jacket and shirt off. Of course you help her too, almost drooling at the view of her abs even though you’ve seen them a thousand times. Kazuha loves the reaction you have when seeing her body, one of the several motivations she has to continue going to the gym. As you leave kisses on her torso, she opens the drawer of the little nightstand next to your bed, and gets one of your favorite toys, silently asking you. Excitement traveling your body, you nod and help her with the rest of her clothes, staying on your knees as she gets the strap on ready.

“Bend over for me, will ya?” She asks, and the moment you feel her touch (and the strap teasing your clit from behind) you obey:). Her hand on your lower back pushing you down. “Good girl.” The praise resonating in your brain and you need more. She knows this. “My pretty girl, so wet already. We just started.”

And as soft as she might sound, she sure knows how to fuck you hard. Grabbing your hips as she focus all her energy into creating the perfect pace. Deep. Fast. Anything that will hit those spots that get you drooling all over your pillow. As your moans get louder and turn into sobs, she stops and pulls you up by the hair, keeping you in place as she asks “You ok?” you wonder how can her voice sound so calm?? She barely lets you nod before continuing “ok good.” And there she goes again, pounding you so good until your legs burn.

“Zuha~ please… fuck!” You cried as she keeps hitting your favorite spot, tears going down your face because of the overwhelming pleasure “mommy, please.. right there, yes~”.

“There, my baby? Is my darling feeling a little too good? Look at you, you look so beautiful when I fuck you like this, princess.” showering you in compliments before, during, and after you come. You never can’t not feel loved and desired when is Kazuha making you hers like that.

Now wait. ‘Cause teasing. She’s BIG on teasing, it’ll always get a smile of a giggle out of her to see and hear your reactions. Specially in public. When she grabs your thigh and squeezes for no reason, a little gasp or even moan escaping your lips? That makes her laugh 😭 when she whispers dirty things in your ear in Japanese, knowing damn well you either didn’t understand or barely caught a few words. However her deep voice is enough to get you going, there’s just something about the way she sounds when speaking her mother tongue like that to you. Enough for desire to be written all over your face, and when you think she’s gonna take you somewhere private, she’s just holding her laugh as she walks away, making you groan in disappointment.

“Not fair, Zuha.” You tell her once you catch up with her, holding her arm. She simply laughs at you, and pats your head before kissing your forehead.

“Be good and I’ll give you anything you want at home, my baby.” She says and you know she means it, so you simply nod and hug her tight, getting wrapped in her arms as well to protect each other from the cold weather <3.

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 9<-

Part 10

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, under 18 DNI!, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, unprotected sex (just don‘t), overstimulation

Word Count: 4.5k

Note: Changbin at the gym? A classic. Yea maybe I discovered a new kink since that Talker episode. I hope you like this part. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are as always a blessing.

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

He had really tried. With all his self-control. He might have figured he wasn't as strong as he thought after all, but it was too late now anyway.

"Bin? What...?"

Your soft voice broke off as he finally pulled those damn leggings down and pressed you against the locker, making your hands slam hard against it.

—

When Changbin had offered to go to the gym together so he could help you with your workout plan, you were already nervous, however you had also been looking forward to it.

Normally you hated going to the gym. As soon as you walked in and got a glimpse of all the fit bodies glistening with sweat and hard-earned muscles flexing, based of their efforts, you wanted to flee and never look back.

However, Changbin kept talking about his training and now that the gym in the JYP building had been renovated, you wanted to give it a chance.

Since he was also kind of the personal trainer of the other boys and definitely knew a lot about fitness, you felt much more confident.

He had assured you that you would be alone, without prying eyes from others, and that was reassuring on one hand, but so much worse on the other.

Alone with Changbin as your personal trainer?

That sounded like the beginning of a porn movie you'd secretly love to see.

Changbin was already standing outside your office, leaning against the wall. His hair was a mess from the stressful day, and fluffy strands fell into his forehead. He carried a bag over his shoulder and smiled when he saw you.

"Hey Bin", you smiled at him.

"Hey, Y/N. You ready?"

"Sure. I'm a little scared. Don't push me too hard, okay?", you laughed, swinging your backpack onto your back. You only had gym clothes and two bottles of water with you. Changbin said you didn't need more.

You were about to walk down the long hallway together when the door to Chan's studio opened and Han stuck his head out.

"Oh Y/N, going to the gym with Changbin? Good luck!"

"Thanks...", you mumbled a little unsettled and Han grinned even more before disappearing back into the room. They clearly had a conversation about it beforehand.

Changbin just laughed darkly beside you, which didn't help.

"Don't worry. We'll take it slow."

Once inside the gym, you were amazed. It was very modern and no one else was here. After all, it was the middle of the night and usually there were only 3Racha left in the building.

"Wow. This turned out really well."

Changbin nodded:

"Yes. The renovations were badly needed. Now there's everything you could wish for."

He led you into the locker room so you could change and placed his bag on the bench in the middle of the room. There were wooden lockers on the walls all around and even a fancy shower right next to them. You set your backpack down as well and sighed softly.

"Do you want me to go outside?", he asked uncertainly. He didn't want to disturb your privacy while you were changing. You shook your head while getting your black leggings and black sports bra out of your bag.

"No, it’s alright. You can change here too."

Changbin hesitated for a moment, but then nodded and began to take out his clothes as well. While you were slipping out of your jeans, he turned his back to you, took off his hoddie, and put it on the bench.

He really didn't want to look, but he risked a quick glance anyway. He almost turned into a drooling mess when he saw your round ass and had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from staring at your light blue lace underwear like a pervert.

Han even bet that he wouldn't last 5 minutes before he wanted to fuck you and although Changbin would deny it, Han was right.

You had taken everything off by now and were standing with your back to him in just your underwear.

He knew it was wrong, that he should just turn around instead of staring. But when your hand moved to the clasp of your bra, he still looked a few seconds longer.

When you were standing in front of him in just your panties, he had to put a hand between his legs. He really really shouldn't have looked. Your tempting back was enough to shoot the heat between his legs.

Before turning around to put on your sports bra, he quickly turned away and continued to change. As he did so, he couldn't stop thinking about your bare skin and the curve of your ass that would fit perfectly in his big hands.

As soon as he had pulled on his shorts and a tank top, he hurried out of the locker room with a short:

"Meet me outside!"

A little puzzled, you looked after him, and followed as soon as you had put on your leggings and sports bra. He just set a water bottle on the counter and looked to you as you tied your hair up in a ponytail.

"What are we going to start with?", you asked, motivated, and he glanced around the room.

"We'll start with a warm up. Then I'll show you some exercises, and we'll do them in intervals."

"Alright! Sounds not that bad."

Changbin was a good trainer and he got you sweating within seconds. However, with each move he explained how to do it properly and all the muscle parts you would be working out with it. When you were completely wiped out after only a short time, he was just getting warmed up. Scorching breaths rushed through your lungs and pain began to prod at your stomach, spreading all the way down to your thighs and legs. Your limbs howled in agony.

He was strict, but didn't stop motivating you and at some point it was fun, even if everything hurt and you were sweating.

For the entirety of the session, for every exercise, Changbins hands got lost, wandering over your curves as he corrected your stance or instructed you on proper breathing through each repetition.  

His little touches as he helped you maintain your balance sent instant electrical impulses through your body. He just looked so good, with his pumped biceps, his trained torso and the sweat on his face.

You had to restrain yourself from touching him at every opportunity to feel his muscles under your fingers.

"Come on, I know you can give me one more, gorgeous!", Changbin said, spotting you from the front as you laid back on a mat while doing your last few sit-up's. He held your feet firmly on the ground, by your calves, cheering you on to do some more. His attentive gaze never wandered, glued to every part of you as you performed the exercises.

"Well done, doll", he praised as you struggled yourself up once more, abs burning, and chuckled as you dropped to the floor, stretched out like a starfish. Your head throbbed and your chest pounded. You needed a minute to summon air back to your lungs.

But he pushed you unbearably further into the next exercises.

With every touch, his fingers stayed pressed to your hips a little longer than necessary when he held you straight during push-ups.

He tried not to let it show, but seeing your long legs tighten with every movement, feeling your thighs under his fingers as soon as he helped you and how the sweat made your perfect skin shine had more impact on him than he showed.

You, too, could barely think straight as he gave you assistance with squats.

"You must always keep your back straight and bend your knees at a 90 degree angle until you feel it burning in your thighs", he explained expertly and had his hands firmly on your hips as you did the first squat.

He stood so close behind you that his chest grazed your back for a moment and when you squatted, he just stared at your tensed ass as it brushed against his middle.

"You need to push your back more, bend the knees, lean into the movement!"

You could feel his fingers digging harder into your sides each time after several repetitions.

"Like that?", you asked when he suddenly stopped explaining.

You did notice that he was staring at your ass and let out a small smirk but not saying anything. Then he cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes from your ass, which was brushing against his bulge every time. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see how red he was, even though he was only giving assistance.

"Ah... Yes... Yeah you're doing good."

While counting your thirty squats in your head, almost letting your legs give out from the effort, he could think of nothing but sinking into you from behind and your perfect ass pressed against him with every thrust.

Your strained gasps and the little sighs that escaped you each time only spurred his imagination more.

"I hope I'll be able to walk tomorrow", you pressed out with a giggle, and god you had no idea what you were doing to him.

"I can't promise that”, he replied with a throaty laugh, but he sounded distracted.

At some point you felt the reason for his tense posture. Something on your butt felt increasingly harden and after a few seconds you realized what was up with him. Your heart pumped the heat to your ears and you tried to seem unbothered.

When you finished your exercise, he quickly let go of you and turned around, pretending to want something to drink.

After watching you for a whole hour, your body shaking with exertion, your shiny skin and your little exhausted sounds, he couldn't stop himself from getting hard.

But he felt dirty. He wanted to help you with your workout and all he could think about was how he wanted to fuck you hard against the nearest wall. Embarrassed, he held his water bottle in front of his increasingly hard length.

You took advantage of the brief pause and took a breath. You were exhausted and every muscle was burning, but it was a pleasant feeling.

"What now?" you asked after a short while, looking at him with energetic eyes.

"You really have endless motivation. The boys could really learn something from you."

Actually, he just wanted to lock himself away somewhere, jerk off while thinking about your sweaty body, and be ashamed of it afterwards.

But it would be too conspicuous to break off now, just because he had a boner.

As you straighten up, you suddenly frown in pain.

"Ow! Shit”, you cursed, grabbing your shoulder but not reaching the spot on your spine that hurt so much.

The sudden pinch in your back made you groan loudly, and Changbin immediately came over to you with a concerned look.

"What's wrong?"

"My back suddenly hurts", you pressed out, and that's when he knelt down behind you on the mat. His thighs bulged with muscles that strained under his skin whenever he moved.

"You probably just pinched something”, he reasoned aloud, feeling down your spine from your neck, to your lower back.

"Yea, your muscles are strained and probably pinched a nerve. I can release that if you want. I do it all the time with the members."

Of course you trusted him, so you nodded.

"Yes. Okay."

"Lay on your stomach," he said, so you complied and folded your hands, under your chin, trying and failing to ease the wild drumming of your heart against the mat as he climbed over you. His knees fell on each side of your hips, his thighs grazing your ass. And as he lowers himself to place his hands along your spine, another part of him brushed over you, igniting your face with embarrassment. You reminded yourself that he's simply wanting to help you.

Changbin tilted his pelvis against the curve of your ass, an unmistakable weight pokes the base of your spine. More heat rushed to your face.

"Just relax... This is just to help with the pain."

His voice was calm, but he clearly enjoyed the soft feeling of your ass under his body.

He began to squeeze the round flesh of your hips and massaging the aching bands of muscles above your ass. He worked his way up your back and his strong hands on your heated skin made you close your eyes.

He probably enjoyed the touch more than he should, but he couldn't stop. Only a stifled moan made its way up your throat, your body sagging under the warm press of his palms.

"Does it fell better?", he asked and you couldn't answer him. A loud sigh floated from your mouth as he nudged more weight on the pinching area. It hurts, not a bad kind of hurt, but it shifted your mind into dizziness.

"I want to hear you, doll!", he said with a raspy voice.

"Yes, it helps”, you answered him and buried your forehead in your palms to keep from gasping out loud as you definitely felt the throbbing weight in his shorts grazing your ass cheek. Your stomach is squished into the mat as he leaned over you. While he massaged your back underneath your bra a wobbly breath escaped you.

"I really like that workout clothes on you."

His hands disappeared almost completely under the fabric of your sports bra and traveled down your sides until his fingers touched the bare skin of your breasts.

"Since it was the first workout, I think we should stop for today. You did well, but otherwise you're overworking your muscles."

Relieved, you nodded. You honestly wouldn't have survived another exercise. Your muscles felt like jelly, and if Changbin came that close to you again, you'd go nuts.

He gave your hips one last lingering squeeze before his hands vanished from your body. You found yourself missing the uncomfortably close touch. Changbin's hands had worked magic on your sore muscles.

Your underpants had become wetter and wetter with each time he had grabbed your hips during the exercises, aligned your thighs, or just randomly stroked along your belly.

You wanted to feel his fingers somewhere else, and that's why you couldn't concentrate on the workout once you felt his hard member against your ass.

"You can go ahead and get changed", he said, still holding the bottle in front of his private parts.

"I'll be right there."

As silly as it sounded, it was like he was undressing you with his stare.

You nodded slowly and had to squeeze your thighs together at the sight of his sweaty torso. The tank top was sticking to his abs since he had been doing pushups with you and his hair was falling tangled in his forehead. He looked so hot that you had to force yourself away from the sight of him.

When you disappeared through the door into the locker room, he threw the bottle in the trash and stared at the closed door behind which you were probably undressing.

Had he really imagined your intense stares and slightly suggestive gasps?

The images in his head were driving in circles and he knew he couldn't take it anymore.

Just as you opened the locker to get your things, Changbin bursted into the room. You turned around and had to bite your lower lip when you saw the tent in his shorts.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. You're driving me insane", he growled, already pushing you against the locker as he slammed the locker door shut with the other.

With a gasp, you felt his erection against your lower abdomen and his strong hands on your hips, pressing you firmly against the lockers.

He licked his lips and watched your face with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Bin, what-", but you were interrupted by his lips crashing mercilessly against yours. He kissed you so tumultuously and hurriedly that your hands immediately flew into his hair and tugged at it. He grinded his length in heat against your body and you could feel it growing with every second.

Chaotically your tongues met and his huge shoulders completely shielded you from the rest of the room. He was all over you, kissing you with all the dirty desire that had built up over the last few hours.

"I need you. Now!", he panted still at your swollen lips and reached for your ass, kneading it tightly through the tight leggings so that you lifted off the floor.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you up, making your already wet pussy touch the crotch area of his shorts. Eventually slamming your back against the empty lockers.

Immediately you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him even closer, and with your back pressed against the metal, he kissed along your jawline, up to your neck, where he immediately sucked and worked big hickeys into your skin that you probably couldn't easily hide.

"You're so cruel... I couldn't think of anything else the whole time but ripping those damn leggings off you", he mumbled into your skin, cupping your boobs with his hands. Veins stood out from the workout on his forearms and that only turned you on more.

"Fuck... Binnie", you gasped, overwhelmed. Even his sweat smelled seductive, and you tugged at his strands of hair in desire as he ripped the sports bra off your body at the speed of light.

Immediately he twirled one nipple between his fingers while roughly kneading your other breast.

"Even your tits are perfect", he growled, eyeing your half-naked body aroused. In his gaze was pure greed for you and your body, which made your panties and leggings completely soaked.

You pressed your thighs even tighter against his sides and rolled your hips against his to get more friction between your cunt and his bulge.

With shaky fingers you ripped the tank top off his body and finally you had a clear view of his muscular body. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Every one of his muscles tensed under the touch of your fingers and you couldn't quite realize that you could finally feel his perfectly built abs so tight against your skin.

You brought nothing but excited gasps from your lips. Changbin's sudden attack drove the heat into your veins and feeling his immense length through the fabric drove you insane. It was clear that his dick was huge, since everything about him was big, which put you in joyful anticipation.

But Changbin was too impatient. He needed to feel you and he needed to feel you now.

"I need your pussy so bad", he said almost desperately and lowered you down.

Before you could catch your breath, he turned you around by your hips and pressed you so hard against the lockers that you panted loudly.

Little whimpers and moans kept escaping him, which would have been cute if he wasn't so dominant with his hands.

"Fuck. I can't wait to feel your soaked pussy around my cock", he murmured as he was already pulling down your leggings along with your panties. You somehow got rid of them and kicked them off.

You got goosebumps as your skin and core were suddenly exposed to the cold air, but you already felt him ripping off his shorts and boxers.

His movements were so hurried and violent as he couldn't take it anymore. The last hours had been torture.

With his hands he pressed you rough against the locker so that your hands and cheek leaned firmly against it and your breasts were pressed against the cool metal.

This sight of your ass and wet cunt completely at his mercy made Changbin's thoughtfulness overshadowed by pure lust. Your mind emptied. No thoughts lingered as desire crowded your brain. He started urging his hardness between your ass cheeks.

You already felt his tip at your entrance when he lined up behind you, and his throbbing dick was thick and obviously massive. With a quick movement, he brought your hips into position and then sinked into you from behind with his entire length.

"Shit. You're so tight", he cursed as your walls nearly crushed him. He thrusted slowly deeper and deeper and you feared being torn apart by him stretching you out. You moaned loudly and he moved slightly so you could get used to it.

"You take my cock so well... good girl."

The pain quickly turned to pure arousal, and the way he filled you up perfectly made you dig your fingernails into the locker.

"Is everything okay?", he asked, breathing heavily as he was completely absorbed in you and you felt his balls pressed against your clit.

You couldn't open your eyes as every movement rattled your insides.

"Mmmh... Binnie, you're so... big. Filling me out...", you gasped and his tone automatically softened.

"I can stop if it's too much, babe.”

Quickly, you shook your head against the locker.

"No. Please Binnie! Please fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you want!"

Your shaky voice and strained back made his dick inside you twitch impatiently.

"You're so goddamn sexy, babe", he growled, and as he slowly pulled his length back out of you, a desperate whimper escaped you.

Without hesitation he slammed into you, making you scream and squeeze your eyes tight with your chest pounding. Your eyes rolled back and grunts came out of his gritted teeth, as your mouth hung open in a quiet scream. He found the g-spot almost immediately. He thrusted harder, hitting it every time. With each time he penetrated deeper. The sight of your cockdrunk face against the locker, the sharp moans bursting from your throat as pain blooms in your core and the way your ass wiggled every time made him go insane.

"Do you know how hard it was to hold back? All those times you bent over for me like the good girl you are...", he said between harsh grunts.

It wasn't long before he increased the pace, moving your hips against his with each thrust, until the room was filled only with your desperate moans, his gasps, and the filthy sound of skin slapping together. The squelching of your swollen cunt, mixed with your desperate, tearful pleas:

"Please, it's too.. too much, Bin..."

The filthy, wet clap of his skin against yours rises, echoing in the empty lockroom and definitely also outside at the gym. The snapping of his hips became more violent and his balls slapped against your clit with each time, making your head completely foggy.

"Gotta stretch every part of you after the workout, doll."

The vertiginous heat reaches its high and bliss overwhelmed you as you were on the edge.

"Say my name slut!"

His words made you fall apart even more. He was completely addicted to you while you moaned his name in the most beautiful melody he had ever heard. His fingernails dug into the soft skin of your ass as he fucked you without mercy against the locker, which creaked loudly with each thrust.

Your whole upper body was by now pressed firmly against the wood and your nipples were hard from rubbing against the door.

Pornographic sounds came from you and you moaned his name like a mantra that brought you to your climax. Your lids fluttered. Your back flexed, as stuttered sobs ripped themselves from your throat when you finally came.

As your walls tightened around Changbin, he grunted:

„I think I have to break my promise. I'm going to make sure you can't walk tomorrow!", while hitting all the sensitive spots that made you a mess.

"Don't stop, Binnie! Please come inside me!"

Even though you were already ruined, you wanted him to come inside you.

"You're so good for me, doll. So good", he sighed.

Your words motivated him to go harder inside you, pushing so deep it almost felt uncomfortable. Your suddenly tightened around him again and your orgasm gripped you again, making you gasp loudly as you saw stars behind your closed eyes.

But he didn't stop thrusting into you and overstimulating your sensitive pussy. However his thrusts were getting sloppier, his cock twitching inside you.

He was too distracted by your sore pussy and how it looked wrapped around his throbbing cock to pull out, filling you up with cum.

The thrusts stopped but he was still inside you. His musky scent surrounding you. You grew dizzier and couldn't hear him trough the thick fog in your head. Your thoughts are mush by now, your words nonsense and he too was completely lost.

Breathing heavily, he rested his chin on your shoulder and your bodies stuck together as sweaty as they had not been during the workout.

Protectively, he put his arms around your body, turned you to face him, and brushed your hair out of your face.

"Sorry, baby. I lost myself a little."

The fog slowly cleared, but all you could do was fall exhausted against his chest. Like a precious piece of jewelry, he held you close and caressed your forehead, your nose, your whole face with his lips. You weren't sure if you would ever be able to walk again, but you were lost in drunkenness anyway.

"Come on. Let me get you in the shower and take care of you."

His voice was velvet on your soul and he lifted you up with ease. He carried you into the shower of the gym and lowered you there. Slowly the strength returned to your shaky legs, but he insisted on soaping your hair and helping you cleaning yourself up.

Under the warm stream of water, he massaged your scalp, rinsed your hair, and spread the shower gel over your body with soft touches.

"Binnie?"

Questioningly, he looked at you as you said something for the first time again. His faithful eyes examined your tired face with such care that your heart beat faster.

"Huh?"

"Are you my personal trainer now?"

An amused smile was on your lips and he washed the soap off your shoulders with a chuckle.

"If that's what you want, I'd love to."

"Will training always be like today then?"

"I hope so."

The corners of his mouth lifted and he stroked his fingers along your jawline, up to your temple, like he's tracing the contours of a portrait.

While you were enveloped in steam and the fresh smell of lemon and wood of his shower gel, you put your hands to his chest and kissed him.

It was a sweet, almost innocent kiss. Like the first kiss you had with your crush as a teenager. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you closer.

You felt safe, secure and wanted. It was a comforting feeling and finally you had found the word that described how the boys made you feel:

Like home.

->Part 11

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[fallloverfic]

"Nimona" movie artbook thoughts

There's so much neat stuff here. Spoilers for the movie below the cut but just dang I love this

So many neat ideas for long-haired Ambrosius. Ponytail Ambrosius! He looks so cute!

There was going to be a magazine cover with "Goldenloin bares it all" and I like to think part of this is in reference to the two pin-ups Nate drew (Pin-up 1 and Pin-up 2). It's neat to see how much they were building up his celebrity in more ways. In other concept art, he was on more magazine covers, and he shows up as part of a parade. There are lots of concepts of Goldenloin fans.

Also this Ambrosius test is amazing. The weird Todd/Ambrosius fusion in motion lol But you can tell they even modified it later to turn it into Todd. He's a bit softer here in a way and just... fun. Todd cosplaying as Ambrosius/having a nightmare/dream about it aldkjalj

It was also interesting to see more confident Ballister. There's an animation test with him fighting some Institute guards, and it's very clear in early concept art (from that popular viral test back in 2021 as well) that he was more confident in earlier production.

More adorable Ambrosius/Ballister moments, and some cute Ambrosius. They're absolutely sweet.

And unfortunately one of the biggest losses in the movie: the amazing stuff they show for Meredith Blitzmeyer. At one point she was going to be covered in magic tattoos.

"For a long time, the character of Meredith Blitzmeyer was in the film. She served many different functions in many different iterations. At one point, she had a magical van that was bigger on the inside. In another, she was covered from head to toe in magical tattoos. And in another, she was the head of a vast underground society, called the Silver Society, comprised of all the magical creatures forced into hiding by the institute. Ultimately, the story went in a different direction, but her design and model were so beloved that she wasn’t lost but repurposed into The Queen." This all sounds so cool (except the repurposed into a character who dies in the first 10 minutes of the movie part T-T).

She has an entire spread. It's neat that she got to show up in some form (when they recycled her design for Valerin), but I love the idea of the Silver Society and her place in it and also Ballister having more friends and just ugh. These designs and world-building are so cool. I wish we'd seen all of them in the movie.

Also finally an eye dings chart! With everything clearly explained lol Neat to know I wasn't imagining some in-between diamond/square shape when Ballister is changing.

And this pride flags spread! There's a drag queen club! I just love all of this!! Seeing them spread throughout the movie is fun but it's neat to see the collection here!

Also this line: "In actuality, there has not been a monster attack since the first, so the fear and belief of the possibility is the only thing keeping the populace in check." It's neat to get confirmation of that.

Also a very much more violent Nimona was in the early/late-ish production lol.

José Manuel Fernández Oli talked on his Facebook collection of concept art about there at one point being an underground of outcast shapeshifters, and I don't know if that's what we're seeing here, but we were at least maybe also going to get more magical people (which matches the Meredith plans)??

Weres? People with fire magic? Satyrs? Demons? Elves? Or just a wider range of shapeshifter people. That would have been so cool.

There are environment designs for the Institute, Ballister and Nimona's hide-out, people designs, a few more test animations they haven't put up elsewhere, more Nimona shapeshifts (more dogs and cats, a second kind of gnome, more of her bulkier, muscular design, more types of dragons, a goat, more ancient Nimona concepts, plant monster Nimona, alien(?) Nimona, etc.). We nearly had goblin Director. Older Gloreth concepts... It's all really awesome.

All in all, a lot of really cool stuff.

[cxvii666]

hi ten!!! i've just found out ur writing and i really love it, i truly believe you're very talented!!

so i was wondering if i could do ur match me up? (btw u deserve like a lot more followers)

age: 17

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

fav ff trope: enemies but like not really enemies just two people bantering and teasing and arguing to lovers

preferred fandom: either mha or haikyuu!

fav first date idea: stargazing, i think! like you're comfortable and you can find lots of things to talk about, but also you can stay in silence without any awkwardness

fav album: omg omg I think ttpd by taylor swift or your favorite worst nightmare by Arctic monkeys

screen time: like 10 hours? most of them used to read ffs

love life: single but I feel like something's gonna happen soon (idk im delusional)

name: anna!

“your perfect match is...”

... ATSUMU MIYA

wc: 655

“and it's wrong, wrong, wrong, but we'll do it anyway 'cos we love a bit of trouble”

"if we get caught i'm so selling you out, as in i'll tell them that you kidnapped me and dragged me out here to like murder me or something

atsumu, who’s a few steps ahead, just scoffs at you. "we’re not gonna get caught."

you flash him a sarcastic grin. "well, then, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about."

he groans, clearly annoyed with the way you’re picking at him, but still amused. "relax, would’ya? we’re almost there anyways."

you roll your eyes, picking up your pace to catch up to him and glancing around the dark, empty school grounds. the only sound is the rustling of leaves in the breeze, and the distant hum of traffic in the city.  this whole thing is so ridiculous. you two barely talk outside of class, and now he’s got you sneaking around at whatever time it is, way too late, to go stargazing? really?

you don't know how he's so good at pulling you into things you didn’t want to be a part of.

"i still don’t understand why we had to come all the way out here for stars," you grumble, trying to keep the sarcasm out of your tone but failing miserably.

atsumu, who’s walking a little too confidently for someone who's literally trespassing, gives you that annoying grin. "you just don’t get it, yeah, stars are cool. also, you’re gonna want a break from that dumb assignment, anyway."

you sigh dramatically. "says the guy who’s gonna try distract me the whole time, and then act like i’m the problem."

he shrugs nonchalantly. "it’s a team effort. you distract me, i distract you, then we both fail the assignment. sounds good, right?"

"oh, absolutely," you say, rolling your eyes again. "best plan ever."

"exactly," he shoots back, his smirk getting wider as he looks up at the clear night sky. "see, i’m just here to help you out."

you have no idea how he’s so carefree about this. you’re sure the whole thing is his idea of some stupid bonding experience, but it’s kind of working. as much as you don’t want to admit it, there’s something about the night sky that feels... calming.

"you sure you didn’t just drag me out here to get out of doing homework?" you ask, the teasing edge still in your voice.

"nah, you got it all wrong," he responds, holding his hands up in mock defense. "i’m here to give you some peace and quiet... except, it’s gonna be peace and quiet with me, so it’s more like, peace with a side of funnnn."

you can’t help but laugh at that. "you’re unbelievable," you mutter, finally slowing to a stop as you both reach the open field.

atsumu, looking absolutely smug, takes a few steps further into the grass and gestures to the sky. "see? perfect view. just wait till the stars start really showing off."

you squint at the sky, half-expecting some dramatic overstatement. but, to your surprise, the stars are actually amazing. the whole sky is practically glowing with them, like they’ve been waiting for you to look.

"...okay, fine," you admit with a small smile. "this is nice."

atsumu looks at you like he’s won a championship. "i told you. just needed to get you away from the books for a bit."

you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that creeps up on your face. "yeah, yeah, you win. but if i fail this assignment, i’m blaming you."

"you won’t fail. just take a deep breath. i’ll be your study buddy for real next time," atsumu says, his grin turning a little more sincere.

you raise an eyebrow at him. "study buddy? now i’m worried."

he winks at you. "don’t worry, i’m a pro at making things... fun."

"great," you mutter sarcastically, but even you can’t hide your grin as you both lay back on the grass, letting the peaceful quiet take over.

hii pookie pie sorry this took so long but i really enjoyed writing it and i hope u enjoy reading it lol ALSO HAIKYUU WAS LIKE MY BIGGEST OBSESSION FOR YEARSSS so im like SUPA glad u requested this one and fwnm is like a top tier album 🙏🙏 @lxdystxrdustt you're really sweet ily 😚

[darlingdjo]

rockstar joe and rockstar reader!!!

Strings and Syncronicity

The buzzing energy of the festival stage hummed through the walls of the backstage area, the sound of distant applause reverberating in your chest. You stood in front of your mirror, adjusting your shirt and making sure your guitar strap was in place. The nerves were there, but you had learned how to use them, turning the jittery excitement into pure energy. Your band was about to take the stage at one of the biggest festivals you had ever played, the furthest you had ever travelled and everything had been leading up to this moment.

But what you didn’t expect was what came after.

As you made your way backstage, through the winding halls filled with crew members and other bands, you spotted him—Joe. He was leaning casually against a wall, looking effortlessly cool- messy hair, a leather jacket, and a quiet air of confidence that radiated from him even in a crowded space. His band, Djo, had been headlining, and his talent was undeniable. But it wasn’t just his music that made him stand out. It was the way he carried himself—modest, down-to-earth, and, honestly, impossibly handsome.

Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his. He smiled in an easygoing way, and it made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

"Hey, you're with [Band Name], right?" he asked, his voice low and warm. "I heard you're amazing. Really excited to see you guys play."

You blinked, taken off guard. Not only was he one of your most admired artists, complimenting you, but he actually knew who you were? That had to be some kind of dream.

"Yeah, that's us," you managed, trying to keep your cool despite your mix of bubbling excitement and debilitating nerves. "We’ve been fans of your music too. You’re incredible."

He chuckled, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Thanks. It's crazy, right? We’re all just out here doing what we love." You couldn’t help but agree. "Yeah, it’s surreal. This festival is huge. It’s kind of hard to wrap my head around it all."

Joe nodded, stepping a little closer, his energy contagious. "I feel you. But it’s also what makes it special, right? You’re not just playing for fans. You’re part of this whole thing. Everyone’s just… sharing the moment."

You smiled, feeling a connection with him instantly. As the two of you chatted about music, the indie scene, and the ups and downs of life on tour, it became clear that you both shared so many interests and experiences. The conversation was easy—effortless, even—and before you knew it, you found yourself laughing and joking like you had known him for years.

Later that night, after your performance, Joe pulled you aside. He had that mischievous glint in his eye that made your stomach flutter.

"Hey, so… I’ve got an idea," he said, his voice quieter now, as if it was something secret. "How would you feel about joining Djo on tour?”

Confusion spread across your face like wildfire, your brows furrowed, lips slightly parted, words attempting to escape with nothing more than a breath. “I’m serious!” He reassured.

You stared at him in disbelief. "You’re offering us a tour slot?"

Joe grinned, clearly excited by the idea. "Yeah, I think it'd be awesome. We could duet, maybe collaborate a little. I’d love to see what we could come up with together."

It felt like a dream. Your band had played a lot of small gigs, worked hard, but this—this was something else entirely. A chance to share the stage with Joe? You didn’t have to think twice.

"Absolutely," you said, your voice filled with excitement. "That would be incredible. We’re in."

Months later, after an unforgettable tour that felt like a whirlwind of energy and music, you found yourself sitting in the recording studio late one night with Joe, both of you working on an album that had taken on a life of its own.

The hum of the studio, the soft click of a pencil against paper—Joe was scribbling out lyrics on a pad, his focus intense as he worked through his thoughts. You were across from him, legs draped casually over the side of the couch, laptop in hand and teasing him about his old-school ways.

"You’re really still using a pencil and paper?" you asked, laughing lightly as you glanced up from the screen. "You're such a dork."

Joe shot you a playful glare, the tips of his ears turning pink. "It’s more authentic, alright? I like the feel of it." "Sure, whatever you say, Mr. Old-School," you teased, shaking your head. "Maybe one day we’ll get you into the 21st century."

He laughed, tossing his pencil down dramatically. "You know, maybe I’ll just stick with my old-man ways, thank you very much."

You couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he looked—his tousled hair, his grin that lit up the room. The whole vibe was effortless—like the two of you were meant to be here, in this moment, jamming together.

At some point, the serious work faded away, and it was just the two of you, strumming acoustic guitars and swapping ideas. The music flowed easily, melodies intertwining between the sound of your laughter. You both sang together, harmonizing in that sweet, unspoken way- like your voices had been made for one another. His charm and wit never failed to make you smile, and before long, the night had slipped away into the early hours of the morning.

Joe’s voice broke through the quiet laughter. "You know… I’m really glad we met," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. "This album? It feels like something we’ve both been a part of." You smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. "Yeah, me too."

The night ended not with perfection, but with a beautiful mess of music, laughter, and a promise of even more to come. Joe, the charming rock star, effortlessly talented had become more than just a collaborator. He had become a friend, a fellow artist, and someone you couldn’t imagine your world without. And as the final chords rang out, the two of you were left, side by side, creating something that felt like magic.

[selfless-solipsist]

Honeyed Confessions

He was a man with a hundred names, yet none of them were his own.

Wander x Villain Reader [Chapter 4]

╰┈➤ This is just a quick lil' chapter (it doesn't mean anything.. obviously)

Link to AO3:

Chapter Four: Yet Unseen, They Fade From Sight

The crystals fell all around them on a small, mysterious planet with an atmosphere unlike any other, where the rain was a stunning cascade of crystalline diamonds.

The sky above was a rich, deep violet, tinged with iridescent hues of pink, blue, and green, as light from a distant sun filtered through. The air was cool but charged with a soft, otherworldly energy, creating a constant, gentle shimmer that seemed to dance across everything in sight. The first few crystalline droplets appeared as glittering points of light, falling from the sky like stars plummeting to the surface. They descended slowly, creating a shimmering curtain as they caught the sunlight and refracted in every direction, casting rainbows of sparkling colors onto the landscape below. The sound was a soft, melodic tinkling, like delicate chimes or the gentle clinking of glass, as the diamonds made contact with the surface.

It was truly mesme--

"Let's make something clear between us, sweetheart." The zbornak practically spat out the last word, like it left some kind of bad taste on her tongue. Her hands were gripping the other woman's jacket, their faces inches apart.

"I don't like you."

...m-mesmerizing?

"Clearly." But ___ didn't even look bothered. She wasn't intimidated by the alien female at all. Or concerned that she was being threatened. In fact, she looked almost... amused? Her lips curled into a small smirk, the lights from the crystals illuminating her features.

Why were they having such a lovely conversation?

Well...

Wander had been pestering his villainous maybe girlfriend about going on a small 'date' to a planet that had diamonds falling from the sky instead of actual rain (how neat was that?), after a while she agreed - but hesitantly of course. And the nomad figured that it could also be the perfect opportunity for the two people closest to him to meet. So now, as they finally found themselves on that amazing meeting, he had gone off alone to get some gifts, leaving Sylvia and the villainess together, and it was... tense.

To say the least, that is.

Sylvia didn't like any of this. The fact that Wander was hanging out with someone as sinister as the human woman, and clearly having a great time with her... it was unacceptable. She was sceptical ever since the beginning, when she heard that the woman who was stood up on that blind date was a villain. And even more so concerned, when Wander revealed to her that he wanted to court the female as well.

"You're taking advantage of him." She said through gritted teeth, her gaze deadly.

"Taking advantage?" ___ responded with a raised eyebrow. "How, exactly?"

Sylvia huffed, before rolling her eyes. "You're playing with him! Getting him to like you, just so he'll do whatever you say! Or you're just using him for..." She trailed off, taking one of her hands off of the villainess to make a circular gesture. "...who knows what twisted goals you got!"

"Twisted goals? Really?" The other one asked. "What kind of twisted goals do you think I have?"

"Well, you're a villain, aren't you?" Sylvia retorted, as if that was the only explanation needed. "That means you're up to no good."

"And?" ___ said, a hint of mirth in her voice. "Being a villain automatically makes me some kind of evil schemer, huh?"

"Don't try to play it off like you don't know what I mean, you- you scoundrel!" The zbornak leaned in even closer, practically snarling the words as her grip on her clothing became almost bruising. "I know your type."

"Oh, you do?" The villain retorted, now downright amused. "And what is my type, exactly?"

Sylvia let out a frustrated hiss. "You're sneaky... manipulative.. just waiting to take advantage of the first naive fool who crosses your path. And thatfool..." Her hands shook as her grip on the human woman tightened. For a moment it even looked like as if she was contemplating punching her face in, but then... her pupils trembled lightly and then...

She let go.

A small sigh escaped her lips, her gaze turning to the side, to see Wander cheerfuly bouncing on his heels in a small booth with all kinds of trinkets, chatting away with the salesman (the nomad was helping the man with picking out the necktie for his wedding or something, as per usual). The sight alone made Sylvia contemplate the whole situation for a second, and then her gaze gradually softened.

...

"...is my friend." She finished.

...

___'s own gaze followed Sylvia's, her eyes settling on the oblivious nomad. He was busy with the salesman in the booth, cheerfully picking out the items he wanted, unaware of the tension developing not too far away. And because of that... she was softening up herself. Because she had no ill intentions when it came to Wander after all.

"You're lucky he's like that." The zbornak's voice was different now, no longer filled with bitterness or anger, but a hint of concern. "He trusts everyone easily... and he'll give anybody a chance, no matter how evil they are."

"He does, doesn't he?" The villainess said, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur. She watched as the man bounced over to one of the tables, picking up an intricately designed crystal to inspect it. The faintest trace of a smile appeared on her lips and then vanished.

"Too easily, sometimes." Sylvia muttered, also watching as the man admired a crystal trinket, before turning to run to another stand and falling flat on his face. "He takes risks and then gets himself in trouble because of it."

"A risk-taker, huh?" ___ smirked again, watching as the man scrambled back to his feet and began bouncing to the next stall- "-And there he goes." She remarked dryly, as she watched Wander trip on his own feet.

"He's gonna get himself hurt if he keeps doing that." His best friend sighed, her worry resurfacing. "Then he just gets right back up, dusts himself off and goes back to being so... cheerful and-"

"Naive?" The human suggested, the smirk on her face never faltering.

"Yes." The zbornak snapped. "He's too trusting, too naive... too gullible."

"...You just listed three different ways to say the same thing."

"It still stands." Sylvia said firmly, her expression hardening once again. "You better not have any ulterior motives."

___ let out a small sigh, before looking back over at the nomad who was now admiring a crystal necklace, his face practically pressed against the glass case. "And why do you think I'd have any 'ulterior motives?'"

"Because that's what villains do." The zbornak retorted. "Use people, manipulate them, stab them in the back as soon as they're not useful anymore."

"And who says I'm like that?"

"You're a villain."

Sylvia said with finality. Her hands clenched into fists again as the man gave the seller a cheerful wave and then started bouncing back towards the two women, his cheerful humming audible in the air.

"I guess that means I'm evil, then."

Sylvia actually growled at that. "You're dang right you-"

But any further retort was cut off by Wander's cheerful voice calling out from not too far away.

"Whatcha gals talking about?!"

The zbornak immediately froze, her gaze going to the giddy nomad who was suddenly standing right in front of them, completely unaware of the tension surrounding him. "Oh- uh just, you know-" She said, her voice forced and unusually strained. "...stuff."

"Oh, that's neat!" He replied with a bright smile, apparently not finding anything unusual about the zbornak's behavior. "Darlin', I got sumthin' for ya!" He quickly dug into his hat, before pulling out a small crystal trinket that was shaped like a bat. He held it out to the villainess with an eager, wide-eyed grin.

The human's sly expression faded, slowly being replaced by something else as she took the object with almost surprising gentleness. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were surprisingly soft as she stared down at the present in her hands, as if it was something precious.

Sylvia couldn't help but stare at the scene, an uncomfortable feeling stirring inside her as she watched the man smile so lovingly and the villainess respond with some form of affection.

She wanted nothing more than to stop it, but...

Ṯ̵͌͜h̷̞̓e̴͇̖͒r̶̎̕͜ȅ̴̹͛ ̶͖̫̥͂̌͑w̶̻̾̃ã̸͜ͅs̶̰̎̽͝ ̶͎̊̎͠ṋ̸̡̭̕o̵͇̮̮̓̋t̴͖̼̀̈h̷̨̘̜͐̒̌ȉ̸̜n̸͙̓g̵̥͕͂ ̵̲̳̟̾s̸͙̲̯̉͗̇ḧ̶̬̖́̾e̸͉̞͉̊ ̵̩̈̒̈́c̵̨̖̑ȍ̸̳ȕ̸̗͚͈l̶̘̍̄͝ͅd̷̙̾͘ ̶̛̪̖͂̓ḋ̸̫͈̮̈́͝ȍ̵͎.̷͇̲̪̏̓

Wander's face lit up as he watched the female inspect the trinket with a soft, appreciative gaze, her usually cold exterior fading. It was one of those very rare moments when the man's heart felt so full that it ached, and his smile widened as he watched her finally lift her gaze back to him, her eyes still tender. "Well... do ya like it?"

It was a rare sight to see the usually cool and collected villainess at a loss for words, but in that moment she just... stared at him for a moment, her expression completely different from her usual cockiness or indifference. It was... softer, gentler, with a hint of gratitude.

"I..." She began quietly, before falling silent again. And then, finally, she spoke up. "...It's perfect. Thank you."

The man's face broke out into a look of utter happiness. Hearing her say she liked it had his heart soaring, making his face feel all warm. "Yer welcome, darlin'!"

Sylvia just stared at the exchange, her eyes wide as she watched Wander grin from ear to ear. Despite the whole situation still being incredibly worrisome to her, her heart throbbed as she saw the soft and loving look in his expression, and the uncharacteristic gentleness in ___'s.

Even if it was coming from a... villain.

"And I got somethin' for you too, Syl!"

The alien woman blinked, feeling her heart flutter as he called out to her. "For me?" She spoke up, sounding a bit surprised, though a small hint of excitement could be discerned in her voice.

"Yup!" Popping the 'p', he reached into his hat again, rummaging around for a moment, his tongue sticking out of his mouth while his brows furrowed in concentration. "Got it!" He exclaimed as he pulled out a small crystalsheeptrinket. With a big smile on his face, he held it out to her with eager anticipation.

Sylvia blinked as she stared at the... sheep. The most random thing he could have picked out for her. "...A sheep." She said flatly, but not unkindly, as she finally took it from his hands.

He just nodded, apparently unaware of the irony of picking a sheep of all things for the most temperamental and irritable zbornak in the universe. "Yup! I picked it out especially for you, Syl!" He chimed, smiling at her and looking quite proud of his choice.

His friend continued to stare at the trinket for a moment, her expression still somewhat flat. But then... surprisingly, it softened, a hint of affection appearing on her face. "... Thanks, I guess." She said quietly, before casting a sidelong glance at the man, who was just looking at the two of them with a cheerful and completely innocent expression.

Wander bounced on his heels as he watched the zbornak examine the trinket, his face breaking out into a big grin once she thanked him. "Yer welcome~!"

He was... so optimistic. So cheerful. 

S̶̮̳̰̹̤͔̞̳̊̿́̏͛͛͛̚o̶̭͇̞̊̆̇̌͌́.̵̪̦̯͖͇̱̇͊̀̍̔̈̄͊.̷̧̢͎̲̻̘͉͎̳̃͌̍̈́͆̐͘.̷̹̈́̅͋͐̀̉̄͝ ̸̧̨̧͚̺̭̋̈͂́̍̏̔͝ḭ̶̢̖̠̐̂̒n̷̡̦̣̹̜̭̫̾̋̒̐̄͂̈n̸̥͙̟͐͐̓o̷͖̙̩̻̖̽̅̄̀̚c̷̣̙̟̳̗̘͇̬̍̏͛e̸̙̭̣͖̗̜̊̆͝n̶͓͛̎t̸̢̯̯͊͜͠.̶̛̯̩̤͎̿͝

Sylvia looked down at the small trinket in her hands again, unable to keep the hint of affection from appearing on her face. The trinket really was... cute. But more than that, the fact that Wander had actually picked out a gift specifically for her made her heart swell. But then the feeling of uneasiness crept up on her again, making her eyes harden as she looked up at him.

"Wander..." She couldn't help but start. "Why the sheep?"

The fuzzy alien blinked, looking a bit surprised as he looked down at the gift in the zbornak's hands. "Oh! Uh, well it's cuz... it just felt like... the right one, ya know?" He was still looking at her with that same obliviousness and innocence that seemed to mark him.

At that his companion blinked, staring at him with an unreadable expression again. But then, she just... sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she looked down at the crystal again.

"Only you can find meaning in the most random things."

The words were spoken quietly, almost murmured under her breath. But they were sincere, rather than sarcastic. And Wander, being Wander, only smiled again, seeming to take her words as a compliment.

"Yup! I tend to do that~!" He agreed with a cheerful nod, right before noticing that ___'s attention was still fixated on the trinket, like she was lost in thought. He quickly moved his hand towards her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. "A'ight, c'mon darlin'. We still gotta go to the crystal caves!"

Sylvia had to repress the urge to scoff as she watched her friend grab the human woman's hand and then skip off, chatting away as if they weren't just having a conversation with a villainess. She couldn't help but feel a rush of irritation as she watched them walk ahead of her, Wander completely oblivious as usual. "... this is going to end badly..." She muttered under her breath as she followed after them.

She could feel something wrong in the air, and her irritation was only growing. She didn't see the stray crystal flying towards her face as she followed after them, until...

"OW-- FLARP!" 

Yeah, this whole planet wasn't such a beautiful place after all. 

[luvrsux]

umm umm hthis is my first time requesting something (the “ing” in requesting autocorrected to “nnghhh” help)

um im kind of like nervous idk but basicaly i had this idea UM so like i umm the reader is like she goes to like guitar and shes in like guitar class w/ law and basically your supposed to do a group project where u like learn a song with a group of 2 or more people but the reader and law are both socially awkward so theyre forced to pair together 😭😭 n then they become friends n sh idk

pelase and thank you!!

(you literally changed my life with your amazing fics)

thanks for the request! \(◦´-`◦)/♡

“This is Awkward”

word count: 3.8k

a/n: new layout omgggg?? and i CHANGED YOUR LIFE?? HELLO?? ilysm enjoy

summary: you meet law at a music class and neither of you know how to socialize, which is no brainer. after being forcefully bumped together to group you realize that the both of you seem to be very alike.

contents: fluff

‘If being socially awkward was a job, I’d be filthy rich…’

You thought while sweating bullets from your forehead just by sitting next to the man you’ve caught yourself staring at for weeks. Your body tensed up as if frozen solid and you couldn’t even bear to glance at the boy next to you. Your music teacher discussed the rules and guidelines of the new project you were groped into. How did your innocently enrolling into a music class for fun turn into you panicking about starting a conversation?

You worked wonders on the guitar ever since you were in single digits. Drums, trumpets, or violins never piqued your interest, but the famous chordophone instrument made sparkles grow in your eyes. Now, you enrolled in an afterschool guitar class for extra credit and to have fun. You were at the top of your class only to be in second place by none other than the culprit of your now skyrocketing nerves; Trafalgar Law.

Law enrolled in the class shortly after you did. He looked stone-cold and extremely intimidating, according to the rest of the students. They all feared him once they saw the printed ink on his fingers, hands, arms, and chest. His piercings on his ears and the one on his lip didn’t make it any better either, but the raven-haired boy seemed to not give a damn. He slouched in his seat without a care in the world until it was time to show off his talents. Everyone adored his musical ability as soon as he enchanted them with his talents like some sort of siren. You couldn’t lie, you were jealous, but his excruciatingly amazing good looks were making it really hard to hold a grudge.

Now, you were paired up with the man himself, and your teacher not only forced you to perform a song together but also sat next to each other for an open discussion before class ended. You could faintly smell his pine and cinnamon scent, the smell sending shockwaves through your body. You both heard the buzzing of conversation amongst your paired peers and realized you two were the only people who weren’t talking.

You heard Law clear his throat. It was apparent he was just as, if not more, awkward than you were. He folded his lips and glanced in the opposite direction while you gave him one quick glance. This was all too painful.

“So…” Law said lowly. The grumbling of his voice nearly startled you considering this man had very few words. You quickly turn to him only to turn away just as fast.

“So…” You say similarly. An amazing conversation you two shared, truly. Law felt like his body was about to explode and pulled on his crew neck sweater to let air flow through his chest.

“What… kind of song do you wanna do?” You ask awkwardly, your voice sounding similar to a robot. You saw Law click his tongue and left his mouth agape to think.

“Not sure…” He replied. ‘Was that it?’ You thought. You can clearly tell this man had very few friends growing up. He bounced his leg up and down as some sort of stim for his nerves.

“Okay this is like… really awkward…” You blurt out, your nerves only making your mouth more blunt. Your cheeks began to flush of pigment and you exhaled in slight laughter. Law nodded.

“Oh, absolutely” He agreed. His pensive demeanor seemed to relax once you began to recognize the thick tension between you two.

“Okay well erm… I’m (F/N)” You shakily held out a hand to the awkward boy only for him to eye it for a few moments. You flinched when you felt him finally grasp it.

“Law” He managed to crack a small smile when the awkwardness began to die down. You two shook hands before it was separated.

“We can do some sort of… duet? Do you also do vocals?” Your voice was low and timid, still not quite fully adjusted to speaking to someone you weren’t fond of. Law scratched the back of his neck nervously and avoided eye contact.

“I do… Sometimes…” He says as if he was ashamed or embarrassed by it. You didn’t expect such a dark and cold guy to be a singer.

“Cool, Me too…” You tried not to stammer or fumble on your words but he was making it really difficult. “Um… The teacher said we don’t have to make our own song” You shrugged.

“What are you insinuating?” Law asked, finally landing his cold eyes on you to hear you out. You lightly blush, seeing his entire face and how defined it is in front of you.

“I’m saying… We can just do a cover of a song… To save us the trouble and the uh” You fold your lips and gesture your hands. “Painful awkwardness…”

“Yeah, smart…” Law shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly retracted. You could’ve sworn you saw a light tint of pink on his tan cheeks.

“My place or erm… Yours?” He asks, seeming as if he just asked you to do something horrible. You raised an eyebrow and felt your body temperature rise all of a sudden. ‘What? Why is he inviting me over all of a sudden?’

Law seemed to sense your concern and massive confusion with a blink of an eye and rolled his own.

“The teacher said we should meet up someplace outside here to work on it more” Law explained. Those directions were completely foreign to you. She must’ve said it while you were panicking internally just by sitting next to Law.

“Oh, right! Yeah, right…” You laugh nervously and try to create a facade that you knew the whole time, only making it more painfully awkward than before.

“We can… Do mine” You say, your fingers interlocking with each other out of nerves. Law nodded slowly at your statement.

“Cool” Law said lowly. He pulled out a sleek, noir device out of his pocket to unlock it. His screen was presented right in front of you with an empty contact. You stared at it, completely puzzled.

“Oh, right… My number” You say, grabbing his phone to type in your personal digits so you two can keep in touch. Your thumbs were practically vibrating while you moved them to type.

“Erm, here…” You handed his device back to a distracted Law, who seemed to be gazing out the window next to him before quickly turning his head to you.

“Oh, uh thanks,” He says, quickly smiling before tucking his phone away into his pocket. It was only polite for you to reciprocate the same thing—but you didn’t.

The teacher said it was time for everyone to depart and you couldn’t thank her enough for putting an end to the dreadful interaction. Law was quick to grab his bag and hook it onto his shoulder. You were right behind him before he stopped and rubbed his chin to finally face you.

“I’ll.. Text you when I get home… Kay?” He says. His body standing tall rather than sitting down like before was intimidating. He was practically a skyscraper compared to you. You gulped and nodded.

“Got it” You say, your voice slightly softened and you give him a false smile before quickly strutting past him. One simple guy made your body hotter than the surface of the sun, which is exactly how you’d describe his looks.

Despite his painfully terrible social skills, his looks were entirely different. His jawline was chiseled and his fingers were toned. His piercings perfectly fit his character as well as his tattoos. Not to mention the facial hair that did wonders to your brain. You hated how he was more talented than you but also how attractive he was. Surely he knew he could charm any girl he stumbled across but with social skills like that, it was only a fantasy for Law.

The cold breeze from the outdoors felt like paradise against your skin. Finally being able to get fresh air when you were drowning in Earthquaking nerves. But the nerves you once experienced back in class were nothing compared to the ones you’ll experience when Law comes over.

-

When he did, you stared up at him with doe eyes at the doorway. He wore different attire, a more loose and short-sleeved shirt. The only similarity was that he’d never retire the iconic dark color black. He scratched his head while he stood tall before you.

“Uh, hey” Law waved. You giggle out of nervousness before you side stepped aside to let the socially impaired man inside.

He looked inside your apartment like a lost puppy and kept his hands tucked into his jean pockets. He stood uncomfortably by your kitchen island while you locked your front door.

“Um…” You hum before turning to him. He seemed to be intrigued by the decor of your place or was finding any small excuse to avoid eye contact. “Thirsty? Hungry? I uh… Have snacks” You offer, approaching the kitchen only to brush past him. Law caught a whiff of your sweet perfume and it caused his cheeks to flare.

“Oh, how about some sandwiches?” You say with a smile, observing the ingredients you had to assemble the delicious treat. You turned your back to a cringing Law, as if you said the most vile words to ever exist on Earth.

“I don’t do sandwiches…” He grumbled. He felt more comfortable leaning against the table. You raised an eyebrow followed by turning your whole body towards him.

“What? Why?” You ask, quickly folding your arms. Now, you were suddenly craving a sandwich only for it to be stomped on by your awkward house guest.

“I don’t like bread?” Law says with a sassy tone. His tone made you wanna kick him square in his cold face but, of course, you retracted.

“So you’re picky? Gotcha’” You tease, grabbing two clear glasses and filling them up with fresh, purified water.

“It’s just bread. ‘Didn’t know you were an enthusiast for sandwiches” Law rolled his eyes and wrapped his hands around the glass to take a sip. You eyed his tattooed fingers, finally spelling out what they had said; “Death”. ‘Odd choice…’

“Sorry I wanted to make my house guest feel welcome” You grumble before taking a sip. You didn’t receive a word from Law, only a cold glance and a relieved exhale after drinking the beverage.

You walked over to your propped-up guitar that was splashed with stickers of bright colors. You plugged in the amp as well as the instrument itself.

“Oh, my bad…” Law said lowly. Besides bringing himself, he brought his own guitar. He sat by you on the couch, pulling out his instrument.

His sleek, black guitar contrasted dramatically with yours. You two sat in the living room with reasonable space but it still made you nervous. Law stood close by you, leaning over to plug in his guitar. You could practically feel his breath on your neck while he effortlessly plugged it in. You both shared quick eye contact before you quickly turned away. Law sat down in his seat to strum his guitar. It sounded perfectly tuned meanwhile you struggled to tune yours.

“Um… Need help?” Law watched you struggle for a few moments and you felt as if his eyes had daggers of judgment. You glared at him.

“Sure… I guess” You grumble in defeat. With those words, Law stood up to stand right beside you.

His inked hand wrapped on the headstock of the instrument and his fingers pinched the tuning pegs. He leaned over next to you, not quite knowing how close you two were. Law only got closer to strum the guitar. The sound didn’t seem to satisfy him, as he was still close to you to tune the guitar. You heard him grumble in his chest after hearing the wrong tuning.

“One sec” He murmured. He gave the guitar one last strum and it was music to both of your ears. It satisfied the both of you and you saw the cold man carve a smile. Meanwhile, you felt like your heart was about to pump out of your chest. Law looked at you, hoping to see a satisfied smile in hopes that he did a nice job but that was completely absent. As soon as he saw your flushed face and trembling expression, he realized how close he was. His face burned as he quickly moved aside.

“Sorry, I… Um,” He cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt awkwardly. He folded his lips before strutting off back to his seat, gripping the neck of his guitar firmly. If it were a real person, I’d be as bright as a plum in his grip.

“It’s… alright” You managed to finally say through the nerves and pure anxiety. A moment of silence lingered between you two like a swarming disease.

“I can show you my Spotify playlist… For song suggestions, I mean” Law says, already shuffling through his pockets for his phone. Your head perked up at his suggestion, not even considering his idea. Timidly extending your hand out to grab his phone, he anxiously placed it in your hand.

You silently grazed her eyes upon the long list of songs of different genres and artists. Law seemed to have a plethora of different tastes, being the type of person to listen to two totally different songs depending on his mood. Most of which you recognized, and you saw a recurring pattern of your favorite musical artist. The frequency of the songs popping up with each swipe indicated that Law, too, enjoyed that artist.

“You like them?” You presented the profile of the mentioned artist that Law seemed to be following already. His face grew red by your words, causing nothing but embarrassment to seep through his expression.

“Yeah, I guess…” Law stammered on his words and tried everything in his willpower to avoid keeping eye contact. You grew a bright smile at his response, relieved that you found something in common with the awkward man.

“Cool! I—uh… Really like them too” You say, swiping your finger across the screen to find a song that you liked most. Law’s expression softened.

“Oh?” Is all Law managed to say. He ran his fingers through his locks and cracked a small smile, just to put the pensive awkwardness to rest.

“I don’t know many people who know them” Law continues. You gave him a happy glance, the first time ever since you two first exchanged names.

“Me neither. Here, we can do this song then” You say, handing back Law’s personal device he itched for. The song presented in front of him was also a song he similarly enjoyed. He chuckled, the low noise sending chills down your spine.

“I’m down” He shrugged.

Your hands pulled up sheet music digitally on your laptop beside you. Law seemingly did the same through his own device so the both of you were all set. Your house echoed with music as a warmup, it mainly being Law doing a staircase exercise for his fingers. You watched his fingers move smoothly and rhythmically as if he didn’t even have to keep his eyes on the neck of his guitar to make sure his fingers were on the right notes. Law could beautifully tame his guitar with his eyes shut and on the back of his head if he wanted to. Law caught your gaze, almost falling into a similar one.

“Ready…?” He said lowly. You snapped out of your small daydream to focus on the assessment at hand. You clicked your tongue and nodded profusely.

“Yeah-! Yeah, let’s get started!”

You two practiced the song for the first time and it went smoothly. You loved Law’s vocals, slowly lowering your own voice so his own was more apparent. He really was some sort of siren in disguise. You were sworn that if you kept admiring his vocals and talents, you’d be locked under some sort of spell if you hadn’t already.

I start to drown out, forget the sunrise

Are we alone now?

This planet on repeat, left frozen, boiling heat

Too late to find out, too late to find out

And I don’t need love

Your hands hiccuped on the cords, causing the music to stumble to a temporary halt. You grumbled at the fact you messed up a single cord but softened once your eyes trailed on a concerned Law. He had his brows furrowed, looking for an answer at the sudden halt. He telepathically asked you what was up, as if it was clearly spoken in your ears.

“Can’t seem to do this cord… Sorry,” You reply. Law placed his instrument on the other end of the couch to approach you. Each step you took matched your pounding heartbeat. As his inked hand lowered to rest on your frail ones, you were ready to explode.

You watched Law’s silvered necklace dangle on his neck as he leaned down toward you. The swinging of it was enough to hypnotize you as if his charming looks and voice weren’t enough. Law moved your fingers on the correct positioning the sheet music instructed you to do.

“Now strum f’me” Law directed. You halt for a moment, staring up at him for what seemed like decades before you did as told. It was like Law had your body in a chokehold with how obediently you grazed your pick on the metal strings. The note echoed through the walls, Law was more than satisfied with the correct noise in comparison to the hiccuped sound you performed before.

“Thanks…” You murmured. Law took his eyes from your hands, that were now in control by his own, and made eye contact with you. His cheeks grew vibrant, quickly retracting his hands. This time, though, his distance was still pretty close.

“Sorry, I keep messing up and you have to help so much…” You say bashfully, setting the instrument aside. Law cleared his throat once again and scratched his neck. You were starting to notice something consistent.

“It’s alright—I mean, I don’t mind… Helping you, I suppose” Law seemed like an anxious pre-teen with the way he was talking. Truth is, your doe eyes and sweet scent altered the way he saw you. You were cute and shared similar ambitions, Law couldn’t help but feel like a nervous little boy around you.

“You sing… Really nicely, by the way,” You abruptly compliment him, and that nearly made his heart stop. He eyed the neighboring as if it were the most beautiful sight to ever exist.

“Yeah, you too… Thanks” Law tried to cover his vulnerability by rubbing his face, but it was apparent. His terrible social skills and how easy it was to make him flustered, he was more than nervous around you.

“No wonder you’re better than me… I can’t even tune my guitar” You bashfully say, relaxing your tensed body into the seat more comfortably. Law raised an eyebrow for a moment before interlocking his arms together.

“So? You’re great at playing and singing” Law complimented. Despite his nice words, his tone was the opposite. It was like slipping off tin ice, cold as ever.

“Be proud in your playing, ya do it pretty well. Better than everything Iv'e seen in that class at least” Law continues. The eye contact shared between you two during a short pause was bone-chilling. You gave a soft smile.

“Thanks, Law. You’re not so bad after all” You’ve completely relaxed since you met him for the first time. He was quite awful at socializing, but he seemed nothing less than a sweet boy underneath.

“Whaddya’ mean?” Law raised an eyebrow. He nonchalantly leaned his body against the armrest of your couch.

“You’re so painfully awkward, I was worried I’ll forever suffer from awkwardness” You put it blunt, considering there was no other way to put it. You saw Law’s eyes widen and quickly separate his gaze from you out of embarrassment.

“Right erm-… Sorry, I guess…” You giggle at his embarrassment which you suddenly find rather adorable. His contrasting cold nature paired with a nervous attitude, you couldn’t help but blush.

“Hey, how about we go out for some coffee to get to know each other better” You suddenly say. Your lips move uncontrollably to say those words, never once asking anyone out in your life. Not like you never wanted to, but the idea of explaining your feelings was nerve-wracking. You quickly snapped back to reality. “Not like-! A date or anything, just like… Um- Settling in?” You squeak.

Law stared at you with tinted cheeks and wide eyes. He stammered, trying to find the right words to say but to no avail. Law’s indecisiveness was enough for you to completely backtrack on your embarrassing idea.

“Sorry, Forget about it, don’t worry-“ You panicked but Law quickly cut your frantic sentence in half with a clear of his throat. Your face was as bright as a bell pepper.

“No, it’s alright It’s just-… Never really been asked out before” Law was trying everything in his power to cover his face from embarrassment. You stayed silent, but your brain was ricocheting with thoughts. ‘No one asked him out before? How? Look at him! Er- Well, that makes a lot of sense, actually…’

“I—… Accept. It’s a date then” Law adjusts his shirt, presumably because of the added body temperature his nerves provided. Truthfully, Law had been sweating bullets the moment he stepped foot into your home. He was sure you casted some sort of spell with the scent of your perfume.

You eyeball him with dumbfounded eyes. His words racked your brain and you were in disbelief that he actually accepted, let alone called it a date. You couldn’t help but decompress your nerves by laughing, which caused a flustered Law to stare at you

“Sorry, I was just so embarrassed that I didn’t think you’d say yes” You relaxed your composure. Law soon did the same and you both exchanged relieved giggles and chuckles. This day couldn’t get any more weird.

“How’s tomorrow afternoon sound? We can do more than just sit for coffee” You exhale, smiling in bliss rather than in discomfort like how you’ve been resorting to all evening. Law nodded. The pigment of his cheeks seemed to relax.

“Sounds good t’me” Law gave you a half smile, and something told you that this time it was genuine and not full of embarrassment. You giggle.

“Alright. And there will be no sandwiches, kay?” You joked, only to receive an eye roll of Law from pure sass. Knowing that you managed to make a playful joke about him was a sign that you two were now friends, and maybe more of it all goes well.

“How kind of you, (F/N)-ya. Let's get back to playing" He replied sarcastically. Law tried not to make an amused smile but his body was too weak. He couldn’t help but crack his lips into it while picking up his guitar into his hands.

“Don’t mess up this time” He winks. Your heart was sure to burst and your heart rate was off the rails. You giggled, cheeks moderately pigmented to display your feelings.

“Shut up”

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[asmromantic]

Ikea Adventure

What starts as a quick trip to Ikea with Kaminari turns into a chaotic adventure as you get lost in the maze-like store. Between navigating endless displays, getting distracted by ridiculous furniture names, and Kaminari’s constant jokes, the day becomes more fun than expected. As the day goes on, you both realize that maybe getting lost in Ikea wasn’t such a bad thing after all - especially when the company is this good.

What was supposed to be a quick trip to Ikea had spiralled into something much more chaotic, as expected with Kaminari. You both stepped into the store with a clear plan: grab a bookshelf for the dorms and leave. Simple, right? You should’ve known better.

The moment you entered, Kaminari's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. “Alright! Let’s do this,” he exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face as he grabbed a cart. You tried to remind him that you were only here for one thing, but as soon as the two of you passed the first display, that idea flew out the window.

“Look at this!” Kaminari pointed to a couch with a name that seemed to be missing half the alphabet. “Why do all the names sound like spells? I swear I’m gonna start summoning something if I say them out loud.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, nodding in agreement. “Seriously. How do you even pronounce Snöblig? Is that a chair or a mythical creature?”

“Probably both,” he chuckled, clearly having way too much fun.

What started as a focused search quickly became a maze of endless displays. Every turn led to another set of perfectly staged rooms, each more distracting than the last. Kaminari made it worse by stopping at practically every other item, testing out chairs, and mimicking TV hosts as he ‘sold’ you on various pieces of furniture.

“See this lamp? Mörtkver, it’s not just a lamp - it’s a lifestyle,” he said in a deep, exaggerated voice, lifting the lamp like it was some grand prize. “You need this in your life.”

You shook your head, playfully shoving him. “We need to find that bookshelf, remember?”

“Oh yeah! The bookshelf. Right,” he said, steering the cart down yet another aisle. “I’m sure it’s around here somewhere…”

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

You wandered through the store, passing section after section, following arrows that only seemed to lead you in circles. After what felt like an eternity, you stopped to look around, realizing just how far off course you had gotten.

“Are we lost in Ikea?” you asked, half-joking but also kind of serious. The store had this strange ability to make you feel like you were in another dimension, one filled with never-ending home décor.

“Lost?” Kaminari gave you a mock scandalized look. “No way. We’re just… exploring.”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Exploring, huh?”

He winked. “Exactly. Exploring is way more fun than just shopping.”

And, to be fair, he was right. The more time you spent wandering around with him, the less concerned you were about finding the bookshelf. Each display became a new adventure, filled with goofy commentary and impromptu ideas. At one point, Kaminari decided he wanted to test out every bed he saw, diving onto the mattresses dramatically while you tried to stifle your laughter.

“This one’s too firm,” he declared, rolling over on a sleek modern bed. “But this one…” He leaped onto a plush, oversized one and grinned up at you. “This one’s perfect for a post-training nap. C’mon, you gotta try it.”

You shook your head but couldn’t resist. Lying next to him, you realized just how comfortable it was. “Okay, you’re right. It’s amazing.”

“Told ya.” Kaminari propped himself up on his elbows, looking at you with that carefree smile. “Who knew Ikea would be this fun?”

You didn’t answer right away, taking in the moment. What was supposed to be a mundane trip had turned into something unexpectedly fun. Maybe it was the ridiculous furniture names or the fact that Kaminari had a way of turning even the simplest of tasks into an adventure, but you found yourself enjoying every second of it.

“Yeah,” you finally said, meeting his eyes. “It’s been way more fun than I thought.”

His smile softened, and for a second, the chaos around you faded. “You know,” he started, his voice a little quieter now, “I wouldn’t mind getting lost with you more often.”

Your heart did a little flip at that, but before you could respond, he hopped up and stretched. “But first, we have to find that bookshelf! Onward, my fellow adventurer!”

Laughing, you got up and followed him. Despite the chaos, despite getting lost in what felt like a never-ending maze of flat-pack furniture and Swedish names, you wouldn’t have traded this day for anything.

As the two of you finally made your way to the checkout - still without the bookshelf, somehow - you realized that maybe getting lost wasn’t so bad after all. Especially when you were with someone like Kaminari, who made even the most ordinary day feel like an adventure. Though next time, you were just gonna order the furniture on Amazon.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Visions And Voices"

Maul returns to be a menace and freak both me and Ezra out.

Obligatory "I've already done a live reaction version of this episode" link.

From the very beginning, with just the washed out dingy lighting and the whooshing wind sound effect, this episode already feels unsettling. The atmospheric touches here with the storm and lightning and the camera movement and shot choice once things start happening evoke a horror movie.

The way they have Hera's voice fading out and going watery every time Maul calls to Ezra, the way Ezra keeps squinting and blinking and the tiny headshake he gives like he's trying to shake off some fatigue or jerk himself alert, make himself stop seeing things...

He looks so frightened. :(

COURSE I DON'T BLAME HIM WITH THE APPARITION OF MAUL LOOKING LIKE THIS.

Kanan and Zeb both trying to shake him awake after he faints. <3

I mentioned in my original liveblog but this episode gives me major Teen Titans 2003 "Haunted" vibes, with the plotline about a character being menaced by an imaginary villain only they can see. Rebels ultimately diverged from that parallel but my mental "If I had a nickel for every time" associations linger.

Something I loved about this episode was just how present everyone was for Ezra, how worried and concerned they were over him. Like here, all the members of the crew, even Chopper, are crowded in Kanan's room waiting for him to wake up.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How Ezra touches the back of his neck like he's trying to rub out some stiffness or ache.

Oh hang on, did I just stumble across another Kanera-Sabezra mirror?

I DID! :D

Getting a little ahead of myself though, gotta appreciate this moment here with Ezra's fond little smile as Sabine bullies AP-5 about the munitions they're taking.

Also Sabine's "Can you believe this guy?" look lol.

Sabine immediately knows to send Chopper for Kanan. (Oh look, the two of them being the Most Important People in Ezra's life again. :D)

Sabine is very worried and alarmed this whole scene. She knows this isn't like him and oh ouch there are those Teen Titans "Haunted" feels come back to stab me again.

It's not actually clear what Maul was doing with this whole making-Ezra-see-him-everywhere trick--and you know it was deliberate, Ezra wasn't getting anything useful out of his end of the mind bond--but honestly the visions going unexplained are effectively creepy and unsettling enough. Personally I think it was one part to scare Ezra, make him doubt himself and his own mind, make him and everyone else think he was going crazy, and one part to manipulate him into doing something horrible he'd regret so that the Rebels would cast him out and drive him to Maul.

:((((

Hera understandably takes Ezra off the mission in light of events and heads it up herself. There's very soft worried mom energy radiating off her in this scene.

I'm kind of amazed Kanan and Sabine putting a tracker on Ezra without telling him didn't get any rancid takes complaining about how ~cLeArLy tOxIc~ it was. Maybe people actually remembered the part of Ezra's characterization where he tends to impulsively go off half-cocked to save people and figured, "Oh, Kanan's taking some obvious precautions in case he does that." Or maybe they decided given two previous kidnapping attempts Kanan was allowed a little paranoia over his kid.

Aaaaaaand this is the first we've heard Ezra's theme in a while.

(Note: Sabine has already painted one of Ezra's new Scout Trooper helmets, which he decides to wear to see Bendu. Even though the last time they rode the speeder into the Bendu's hollow he didn't bother wearing a helmet at all. Upgraded your comfort item/security blanket metaphor there, Ezra, eh?)

Full on horror strings here as we pan up to Maul just chilling like a creeper at the top of the hollow.

The way Ezra almost steps between Maul and Kanan. <3

Something I loved this episode was Ezra consistently rejecting Maul's attempts to touch him, smacking or shoving his hand off his shoulder, deliberately stepping away and keeping a distance.

Since a straightforward request was denied, Maul resorts to blackmail, threatening to broadcast the location of the base to the Empire and oof, Ezra's face.

Maul then dangles the "key to defeating the Sith" carrot in front of them, which activates Ezra's Hero Complex and hyper-responsibility and is what makes him agree to go. See, Maul is his responsibility, it's his fault Maul is even after them in the first place, so Ezra feels a sense of obligation to take care of him as a personal problem.

Love how Kanan says Phoenix Squadron will just wholecloth pack up and move to a new base in order to keep Ezra safe. I don't think it works like that Kanan, lol, but the spirit is appreciated.

Ezra's awfully confident that Maul won't hurt him and, ngl, that is not a risk I would have taken. But Kanan decides to trust Ezra and so the snippet of Ezra's theme that's been playing (marking his gesture of self-sacrifice) gives way to the same cue that played when Vader was descending on top of the TIE Advanced in "Twilight of the Apprentice", kind of an auditory callback to Malachor and the start of this whole arc.

Sabine's already getting the Phantom II prepped. <3

Dathomir looks appropriately hellish. Twisted gnarled trees, barren rocks, broken architecture, drenched in deep red with fog obscuring the horizon.

It's subtle at first and grows more obvious as the episode carries on but Maul is a little bit, ah... bipolar in his actions and displays of emotion here. He oscillates between speaking calmly, growling in frustration, outright snapping at Ezra sometimes, cackling to himself randomly, and of course dropping his voice down into that soft, vulnerable cadence that's his go-to whenever he wants to garner and play to Ezra's sympathies. Ezra takes his erratic behavior in stride, for the most part, doesn't flinch or comment on Maul's mood swings.

Really do love the environment work Rebels does. <3

Ezra flippantly dismissing Maul's murder hoard as "junk" lol.

"Fun" easter egg to note: The scrawled Mand'oa on the wall spells KENOBI.

Aaaaaaand our introduction of the plot device that is the darksaber, displayed prominently under a cubist painting of Satine, whose theme plays as Ezra examines the darksaber. This reference is pure fanservice for TCW fans. It basically means nothing to me emotionally, I was never a fan of Satine or her romance with Obi-Wan, so mostly I just feel offended and creeped out on her behalf that a painting of her got hauled to Maul's murder cave and defaced.

(Interesting to note that the slashes of... paint?... blood?... stuff crosses out Satine's eyes and cuts her throat. Is Maul reveling in his murder of her, trying to relive it by destroying her image? Did he stub out her eyes to stop her from "staring" at him? Who knows.)

Okay I lied, Ezra flinches precisely once, right after Maul yells at him not to touch the darksaber.

I like to think it was possibly calling out to him, the kyber crystal inside a natural siren song to Force wielders, and that's how Ezra knows it's some kind of lightsaber and not just a weird stick.

Love the drums in this music cue. It's got some exotic-sounding eastern instruments in it too, I think I might hear a bit of didgeridoo?

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How Ezra screws up his face in preparation to down the potion, it obviously doesn't smell or taste very good lol.

The music turns frantic and rushing when we cut the Sabine and Kanan landing out, like it's telling them to hurry. More exotic instruments, some kind of tinny percussion, cymbals maybe?

Right, so this episode was clearly another Halloween special right? Has all the perfect trappings of one lol.

Maul strays into Dangerously Genre Savvy here; he never intended to pay for using the Nightsisters' magick himself and his dialogue to Ezra seems to indicate he didn't intend to sacrifice Ezra to them either. So his plan was either to evade the spirit witches long enough to get away scott free, or he was counting on other members of the Spectres to come after Ezra trying to save him.

Either way, it leads to one of the creepiest scenes in the show.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The bewildered way Kanan's head jerks around right before the Nightsister spirit possesses him, like he can tell that something freaky is there but he can't tell what or where.

The unnatural character movement the animators use for Possessed!Kanan and Possessed!Sabine is really good; they're limp like puppets for a bit before the spirits take full control, and even afterwards move in jerky, inhuman motions.

And thus a half-dozens angst!fics were written lol. (And still not nearly enough.)

Ngl, Maul technically does show Ezra how to save his friends buuuuut he gets no points for that since he clearly thought Ezra would just write them off and come with him.

I'm still amazed he didn't just kidnap him right there. Kenobi obsession too strong I guess.

Other people have already pointed out the irony of Maul screaming at Ezra to forget the past and his attachments while himself being obsessed with the past and clearly trying to use Ezra as a Replacement Goldfish for Savage but I'll mention that anyway.

You know, the Fridge Horror of this episode is really unsettling. I know at least one fanficcer and @better-call-mau1 have asked the question of how, exactly, does possessing Kanan and Sabine allow the Nightsisters to rebuild their clan? They're either going to use Kanan and Sabine to perform some kind of freaky necromancy ritual, use them to lure other Rebels in (seems like it'd have limited effectiveness, eventually Rebel Command would decide retrieval isn't worth it), or they would rebuild the clan using more... ah... conventional means.

Add that unsettling thought to how possessed Sabine seems to stalk Ezra, specifically, while the possessed Kanan returns to the altar and fkhkhffjhjhgggfgjjjj--

Yeah.

"That doesn't belong to you!" "Then take it from me, Jedi!" Are they talking about the darksaber or Sabine's body?

...Yes.

This music cue is amazing. Possessed Sabine scrabbling on the ground like a feral animal while Ezra just calmly Force Pushes her out of the threshold is excellently staged.

Well that's a heart eyes expression if I ever saw one lol.

Sometimes I like to listen to different language tracks for specific dramatic parts of shows or movies, to see how other actors do it, compare performance notes and kjsahfkajshfkajh one of the Chinese Nightsister-possessed Kanans was one of the most horrifying scary things I've ever heard.

This scene is just heartwrenching. A lot of this episode was spoiled in the trailers so this maybe didn't have as much dramatic impact as it should have had at the time but I still found it pretty gut-punching. A little short, maybe. That's about it.

This is one of Ezra's finer moments, frankly, outsmarting and defeating the Nightsister spirits. You really feel the care he has for Kanan. Love it. <3

From the moment Ezra said that the answer to destroying the Sith was "Obi-Wan Kenobi" I think I knew it was a false flag and what Maul had manipulated him to see. Because, obviously, they key is Luke.

Interesting how Ezra thinks if Obi-Wan doesn't, eventually, fight, that the Sith can't be stopped. He's pinning a lot of hopes on a man who doesn't, ultimately, wind up being the narrative Chosen One who accomplishes that task. Again, more on that later in "Twin Suns".

Ezra seems to pay Sabine a glance as he passes, aww.

*PORTENTS OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT*

This episode is one of my favorites, and the "Haunted" mental connections are only one of the reasons why. It's got great dialogue, creepy suspense, adorable subtle Sabezra moments, furthering of Maul's slow mental degradation and descent into full ruin, and Ezra gets to be amazingly self-sacrificing, brave, and awesome in it. What's not to love?

[sciderman]

Okay okay I see your point on how in the comics the shock alone could kill her, personally I don’t think the shock ALONE killed her. I feel like no matter what Peter did she would’ve died anyway, either she would’ve hit the ground at a high enough velocity that her bones would’ve shattered or just her skull would’ve shattered causing her to die, or (what actually happened) is Peter webbed Gwen and the force that changed her center of gravity was so strong that it broke her back and caused her to die.

But now I bring you, The Amazing Spider-man 2 movie. HEAR ME OUT HERE OKAY!! The movie is technically a canon of its own so I will be using this as reasoning 😈

In Tasm2 during Gwen’s falling sequence you can clearly see her, her eyes are open and her body is moving, her hands are out and she is reaching for Peter to save her (like he did in the first movie when he threw her out of the window while fighting Doc Connors and caught her with his web) Gwen is actively moving and if I’m not mistaken she also yells peters name during this time.

Gwen wouldn’t have died of shock here because if she actually was in shock it would’ve started the moment Harry dropped her. With this there are still only two ways she would’ve died, hit her head, or broke her back like what ended up happening. We all know either way Peter would’ve blamed himself but I argue that a third outcome could’ve happened. If Peter was just a little bit faster and if he was less focused on Harry and the clock tower I believe he actually could’ve saved Gwen instead of breaking her spine.

I KNOW YOURE MAINLY A COMIC BLOG BTW BUT I JS LOVE THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN AND NEEDED A REASON TO TALK SBT IT THANK YOU 😄😄

thank you for this delightful ask about the horrific manner of gwen stacy's death!

oh yeah no sir no question, in tasm2 peter was just too late. gwen’s head hit the ground. you hear the sound. she hit the ground. harry took it and threw it on the GROUND.

absolutely the tasm2 movie (and no way home that followed) kind of make it clear that peter underperformed. he was too slow. but. but.

but.

i think in tasm2 it's kind of more complicated. in 616 gwen is entirely passive. to the point where she is completely immobile. she isn't aware of what's going on around her. she's unconscious before the fall, she's powerless to do anything that could've prevented her demise. it's all on peter to save her.

gwen in tasm2 – she's – she's a little different.

they kind of hammer this one home. fact is, if gwen had listened to peter. she would, in all likelihood, still be alive. peter tried. he wasn't too late. he tried to prevent it, before gwen was in immediate danger. he did what he could. it wasn't enough to stop gwen, but – what else? lock her in a basement? what can he do? gwen could have made the choice to stay out of the way and stay alive. it was not all on peter. he did what he could.

so. i don't think it's fair to tasm peter to say he didn't act in time. he in fact, acted ahead of time, gwen didn't listen, gwen got herself into trouble, and, despite peter doing everything he could, he couldn't save her. that responsibility should not have been on his shoulders. gwen should've been out of the line of fire, like he tried to do. he shouldn't bear that guilt. it was not his fault. it was gwen's choice. it was gwen's.

and unlike 616 gwen, i bet we do know what tasm gwen was thinking in her last moments.

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oooooh lord i fucked uuuup why did i do it to myself ohhh god gwen what have you dooooone ouuuugghhhhh one last big fuck-up way to gooo gwen no coming back from this one ouuuuuughhhhhh

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long and short of it. andrew garfield IS NOT GUILTY of the death of gwen stacy. she did it to herself and she did it to him.

[bhawk-goose]

I've just started watching the Pokemon anime from the beginning for some reason and I already have some thoughts. I'm just using this post as a journal.

Firstly, Professor Oak is a cruel man, he knew all the pokemon other than Pikachu were taken and still made Ash go through the process of picking up each.

Also, this show is like 30 years old so you'd think comedy would be different, but for some reason Pikachu playing baseball with is pokeball is the funniest shit ever to me.

Pikachu has already shown it is far too powerful. I get that pokemon are generally more powerful than humans, there's a reason trainers have their pokemon beat the shit out of wild pokemon on their behalf instead of just doing it themselves, but god. Pikachu knocked out twelve people, most of which were probably adults. AND Ash is also godlike, he was the closest to Pikachu. He was the one that the electric current went through to knock out the twelve people in the crowd, but he was fucking FINE. Just some scorch marks, that's it. This is a ten year old child, with that level of current he should be dead. He should be just a charred skeleton.

Has Ash done no research or is only being able to say their name specific to Pikachu? It's an animal, what the fuck did he expect? Does he also expect a response when he asks a dog who the goodest boy is?

Next, Pikachu hates being confined, so removing the waist-leash made sense, but why the gloves? They weren't even touching Pikachu, they were on his hands.

why is there boss music playing when Pidgey appears and Ash thinks he's gonna fight it? He's specifically fighting it because it's easy. Also I'm putting it on the same line cuz it's the same scene basically, what kind of yawn was that? Pikachu's "cha" was clearly supposed to be a yawn, but that did not sound tired at all. That is what yawns would sound like if we did them when we had too much energy.

remember when I said trainers have their pokemon beat the shit out of wild ones on their behalf? Apparently not Ash. I'm convinced that Ash is from our world, but doesn't know much about Pokemon, so he's just heard of it in passing and knows nothing. And when he was in our world he never encountered any non-human life.

"enjoy your last moments of freedom"? Ash isn't even trying to be a caring pokemon master, he is just straight up has no sympathy for them. I'm glad this kid never met an animal in the real world, at least pokemon can fight back a lot better.

What was that laugh at Ash's failure? That was far too human. I hate that. Pikachu is a straight up demon. New theory, ontop of Ash being from our world, there are demons(or some kind of demon equivalent) in the pokemon world. Pikachu is one of them, and pokeballs are like holy water to them. That's why Pikachu doesn't want to be in the pokeball.

I know this is pokemon, and there are tank turtles with no clear sign(to my knowledge) of how they get the water they shoot, and rats with unlimited supplies of electricity, and sentient magnets, but Pidgey is none of those. Pidgey is a normal fucking bird, nothing special about it. Where the fuck did it get that sand from??

the pokedex is fucking amazing. Earlier I thought it was just coincidental that it was a bit late, but no. That thing is alive, and it fucking HATES Ash.

why the hell do wild pokemon get jealous of trained pokemon? Just get in the ball and you'll be a trained pokemon. And trainers openly do not care about the pokemon they catch, Ash already showed that.

the way it cut straight from Ash and Pikachu passing a Magikarp in the river to a gyarados makes it look like that thing just evolved on the spot.

Misty not caring about Ash at all is completely fair. I don't care if she doesn't have any context to know what happenned, there is a hurt animal.

"Pikachu, this can't... happen" he's not wrong, it can't, it's only the first episode of the show and Pikachu's a main character.

"the town of pallet" sounds completely different from "pallet town", and why does Ash think he's a noble defender, he's ten, and he's defending a rat that kocked out twelve people.

Pikachu just created a giant sky beam. That was not a lightning strike, it was like a mile thick. Pikachu is not a demon, it's far too powerful, it is satan himself.

anyway, those were my thoughts on the first episode of the pokemon anime. It was like 11 minutes long, but I took like 30 to write about it. If I get any likes on this I'll keep posting my thoughts as I watch it.