#you don't know how excited I am about this

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+.MDNI. Part Ⅱ.

It's been 2 weeks, since step 1 of your body exploration project, Bakugou still refuses to call it that, instead insisting it's just horny hormones possessing you both, despite it, all he can think about is you, your pliant body, laying on the floor as he explored your chest.

He couldn't get the image of you out of his head, late night thoughts spent on wondering what you looked like underneath all the clothing, he understood your curiosity now.

"When are you free this week?" He spoke, breaking the silence in your office, you quirk your eyebrow at him, silently asking him for an explanation.

"I am not free till Saturday," You rummage through your drawers, "but I do have 2 days off after that," you pull out a crumbled paper, which had your schedule for the month. "Why though?"

He let's out a deep breath, wondering if he should ask you about the arrangement you both had, on one hand he didn't want to come across as some kind of degenerate looking for nearest and quick fuck and on the other hand, he rubbed his cock raw with your face in his mind.

You watch him closely, his face getting more constipated with each second. "When are we gonna continue that?" He blurts eventually, facing heating up as you continue to stare at him in confusion.

"Continue what?"

He groans, hands coming to rub his temple, he contemplated running away in that moment, at least he knows you still haven't figured out what he is asking for, he takes his chance, "You know, showing each other..." His voice quietens towards the end of his sentence, although you instantly understand what he was asking, you still tilt your head in faux confusion, furrowing your eyebrows to emphasize your non existent dilemma.

"Ugh!" He grunts, "I want to see your cunt!" He almost yelled, instantly cringing and wondering if someone outside the office may have heard him.

You press your lips towards, trying and failing to stifle a laugh, the giggle escapes, "Jeez, Suki, way to be subtle." You tease him a little, enjoying his flustered appearance.

"Don't," he sucks in a deep breath, "don't fucking bring it up."

"I am free tonight." You put him out of his misery, showing him the light at the end of a dark tunnel and eventually your pussy.

His nods his head, not meeting your eyes, "I'll pick you up at 7." Before he brisks out the office.

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It's almost 9 pm when you get done with dinner, something bakugou insisted he cooks for you before you both perform step 2 of body exploration project, it warmed your heart a little, warmed your pussy alot.

Despite all the teasing you put him through while he cooked, you were the one dripping, excited to finally see him.

He snarls, face scrunched up as he examines you sitting criss crossed on him bed, face supported by your hands as you waited for him to strip, "Why the fuck do I strip down while you stay clothed?" He argued, arms crossed.

You scoff, leaning back on your elbows, "If I remember correctly," you cock your head slightly, "I took my shirt off last time, so fairly you should be next," you wave around your hand, gesturing towards him legs, "so pants off, peaches."

He gets your point, but that doesn't really help his situation, he slowly strips off his pants then his underwear, he was hard, had been hard for weeks now, the vivid images of you, making his cock drool with precum.

He watches your reaction, the widening of your eyes, how they locked on his dick making it twitch, the slight parting of your lips, he hopes it's good enough for you, "Done oogling?" He snarls, trying to hide his nervousness, "whore." He spits out, it's harmless, not even an insult you know it too.

"For you, always." You wink at him cheekily, teasing smile painted in your face, as you crawl over to the end of the bed, coming in to take a closer look. "Do you mind sitting down, I kinda wanna see it from all angles."

"Ehh! The fuck do you mean see from all angles." He groans, every second with your eyes on him, pushing him closer to shooting his load, he is scared that he'll end up spraying without touching his cock.

"Wanna observe it Suki," You looked up at him from where you kneeled on the bed, "Can I touch you?" You ask, mouth watering at the sight of him, he sure did clean shave everything, he nods his head in response, too shocked to say anything else, "Words Suki, say it out load." You mean it as consent, he follows it like a command.

"Yes, fucking touch me," he groans when your hands instantly come to hold his waist, swaying slightly as you get close enough, that he feels your breath on his skin.

"It's really pretty, Suki" You examine him, dainty fingers coming to wrap around the base of his cock, he stutters, hips bucking forward unconsciously, you hear him mumble out an apology, his hand pressed up against his mouth, to stop the moans from leaking out.

It however can't stop the leaking of his cock, precum oozes out, it's thick, you could mistake it for come, "Is it always this wet?" You queried, thumbing at his slit, pinching your fingers together, his pre stringing.

"Shut. Up." He whined, before thick cum shoots out if his cock, you are fast enough to not let it get in your eye, but not fast enough to stop it from landing on your lips and lower.

Everything stills for a moment, you stare ahead, at his cock, your hand still wrapped around his base as he continues to twitch. He can't meet your eyes anymore. He thinks it's all over, that you'll realise what a loser he is, what he doesn't expect is for you to lick away at you thumb, fingers moving to collect more cum as you clean away all of it.

You catch is expression, "What?" You pout, "It's part of the exploration," you clean the remaining strings with your t-shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side.

He stood still, processing what just happened, he dick still twitching as he finally moved to kneel between your legs, hands slowly coming to rest on your thighs.

"Excited to see my pussy, Suki?" You voice is low, mind hazy with his fingers so close to your cunt, you lift your legs, pulling off your short, plain white panties coming into the view something you chose for the night.

"It's so fucking wet." His hand moved to the back of your thighs, lifting them slightly, as he stared at the almost see through spot.

"It's cause of you." Your speech is little slurred, words coming out slow as your brain tried to imagine what he would feel like against your hard little clit.

"I better fix it then."

Oh, how the tables were suddenly turned.

Divider by @/diviniyae

[fluffyblackdragon]

The day we lost the Bobbit probe, was one of the biggest dissapointments in history. Space nerds of all flavors talked about it for the rest of the year, and the internet mourned "Bobbi the Brave", a failed beacon-bearing probe sent to investigate the Boötes Wormhole. The team even had a small funeral for the probe, and it was the first time I'd seen the programming team and the assembly team get along at all. We moved on, and just as I was finishing up he blueprints for a Bobbit 2, Sam scares me by flinging my office door open and skidding to a halt, out of breath.

"What happened?!" I jolt out of my chair, expecting Sam to tell me we were having another fire. They shook their head, eyes wild as they handed me a little flat square of metal.

"Look!"

I warily reach for the thing, and as soon as my fingertips brush the square, a damn hologram flickers to life, projected from the metal scrap.

"You lost this! Don't worry, we fixed your little friend, we noticed she was lacking some parts when she came through our door. She told us all about you(and helped us write this letter), we'll see you soon!"

"Bobbi came back?" I feel insane at the words I blurt out, before I scowl. "If this is some kind of stupid prank, Sam, I swear-"

"She brought friends. She can talk now, she's a she now! I don't know how but, just, augh! Come with me! Bobbi wants to see you!"

Sam leads me to the break room of all places, where more of the team is. There's laughter and excited chatter as we enter, and I see it. My perfect little probe, is different. The Bobbit now had mechanical legs, six of them, and was spinning in circles and waggling a rear antennae like a dog. When the probe turns to face me, a flat metal square is embedded were I guess a face would be, and like the square Sam showed me, it projected a tiny emoticon face and a message.

":D Hello, Father! I am home!"

Fifty years ago, humanity sent a radio tracking beacon through a wormhole as a test. When we couldn't locate it, we assumed wormholes weren't safe. Today, it came back through—with a note taped onto it.

[cheriladycl01]

hi love!! i just read your "Funny Gaming moments with Lando and Max (F) x QuadrantStreamer! Reader" and I absolutely loved it. this is me requesting more content like that! specifically again lando x streamer who plays val. maybe lando showing up to her competing in vct and its in the same city as a grand prix weekend. if not then maybe stream moments (thinking of like Tenz and Kydae🥹)

i love your content so i'm excited for literally any content you put out!! thank u!!❤️

Chat, what is this? - Lando x Streamer! Reader Part 1

Plot: More moments of you, trying and failing to teach your boyfriend Lando how to play games as good as you

Warning: This probably wont be for everyone but if you love gaming and Lando fluff you will enjoy this. It is very technical about Valorant as a game, but this request despite being sat in my drafts for a while has been one ive wanted to complete for ages! Its based around VCT 2023, Sao Paulo. Reader takes of from FNC Leo so if your confused why he isn't there thats why!!

"Chat, how good was that game? We Match MVP'ed and what did we go, 34 - 12 - 8. God climbing has been hard but did we finally do it chat?" you ask looking at the comments rolling in before you click to see if you rank had changed and finally put you back in radiant.

-Yes lmao

-Radiant time <3

-Gorl we know its gonna be good, just show us!!!!!

-Bits Donated

"Okay chat and omg Radiant Number 346! Now i don't know how long ill keep that for because ... well I've got to leave for VCT soon because my team actually made it through!" you exclaim, you'd been in game changers for a year when Fnatic asked you to become a sub for their team. Leo going on longterm sick meant that you were currently playing with them.

It was perfect timing for VCT Lock in if you were being honest. It was running from February till the start of March which meant that Lando could join you before you went to his first race with him in Bahrain. He was to stay in the hotel with you, which was payed for by the team but he wasn't invited to the team meal that Riot payed for, for each team.

"Ahhhh baby" you come back to the hotel after your meal out with the team having had a few too many drinks.

"Hello beautiful, did you have fun" he smiles running his fingers through your hair as you place your bag on the sofa.

"So much fun, its nice to just hang out with them you know? Sometimes even when were playing games it feels like its my job" you sigh in your drunk voice that Lando couldn't help but find adorable. He helps you take your shoes off as he continues to talk to you.

"Mmmmm well it kinda is your job baby" he chuckles knowing that he enjoying goofing around with his friends like George and Alex when they'd go cart together or he'd go out clubbing with Max or biking with Daniel.

"I know but i still should have fun right?" you almost moan as your shoes finally come loose and you can breathe. He helps you take your makeup off and change you into an oversized shirt off his before bringing you to the bed and tucking you in placing a kiss on your forehead before climbing in himself.

February 24th 2023.

Lando was there cheering you on as you went into your first match against Sentinels. Which was funny as you were actually really close to TenZ who was the star player of the opposing team and always made a pretty hard match for you whenever you guys played together or against each other. You were first friends with his girlfriend Kydae who you'd met streaming and then when you met irl was when you met the legendary TenZ.

"Ready?" you ask over to him after your walk on and he chuckles nodding.

"You bet i am, bring it on" he grins first bumping you before heading to his seat.

"It's so nice to see despite them being on opposing teams, NA and EMEA that they are still really good friends and ... you know what Bren its just nice seeing this level of Sportsmanship in our sport" Commentator Sideshow says.

"I agree but the question is, will Y/N be able to finally put an end to his streak? He's never been outplayed by her and maybe that is the downfall of playing with the enemies, he knows her and what she thinks and how she plays because who knows how many hours they have played outside of the teams, so this will really show" Brenn adds.

Haven was the first pick and Lando watched on anxiously as his girlfriend talked to her teammates through her headset, discussing strats going forward and what was going to be best for them.

He'd never admit it but he didn't know what he preferred, seeing her in her own team shirt or in his team gear but right now you looked so beautiful to him, the way your glasses sat perched on your nose and the team top tucked into your trousers.

Pearl hadnt been a map that you guys were doing well on when practicing so it was your first ban against Sen who'd been doing well in Masters through the year. You were hoping that they wouldn't ban Icebox as you guys had a pretty cohesive agent line up but to all your dismay it was Sen's first ban.

The first map pick was Haven, a three site map, different from the standard two which was your guys go too. You as a team when it came to practicing found that you guys commed better on this map than any other and with the amount of hours put into it, it would be hard not to have this as your guys best map.

And as if the Valorant gods were listening you see Sen's pick of Split come up, you hadn't been playing it much in front of people but behind closed doors you guys actually had your second best map on split. You guys ban Ascent knowing TenZ was a chamber demon on that map and you guys didn't wanna risk a throw away.

Sen then bans Fracture which you were glad about personally because it was one of your worst maps and you didn't have an agent you felt truly comfortable with there. Your goal for this year was to play more Fracture and make it a better map of yours.

And of course that left Lotus which three site maps seemed to be in favour of your guys team so this would be interesting.

Defending of Haven was up first.

"Okay im guessing were having Derke on Jett?" you ask knowing you'd be happy to Raze and Judge on Split later if it came to it.

"Yes, and I think we should go with Team C composition, how you guys feeling about that?" Boaster asks and you all nod before Chronicle changes his mind.

"I don't think double sentinal will work. Better doing double initiator" he argues and Boaster thinks for a second before agreeing.

"Okay so that leaves Plan B which is Derke on Jett, Chronicle on Breach, Alfa on KillJoy, Nyxie on Sova and me on Astra is that good with everyone?" he asks and you're all happy locking in your agents.

You spend your credits getting a Frenzy and two darts, knowing playing B should get you decent info you head there talking about darting first before you get any rotates to your site.

The round starts and with your reveal dart already loaded up you track two enemies seeing them in window.

"B Main smoke Boaster, two in window" you request and he places down a smoke hiding you on the left of site.

"Skye Dog coming through" you say as you here the yapping coming through the smoke making you and Boaster rotate to backsite. The dog thankfully doesn't grab anyone and leaves them with no info apart from the fact that you are on site.

TenZ dashes onto site right to where you and Boaster are immediately getting picked off by your British counter-part. As they rotate to C Chronicle and Alpha sit patenitly their util ready for use. Boaster gets another pick travelling on C site while you remian watching garage.

Derke flanks from A killing of the Skye meaning spikes down and only two are left as you play it safe moving back onto B keeping your eye on garage so you can swing off Boaster.

"There in garage, there in garage im holding from box" Derke says and you come through B to join him and by the time you've got there he's wasted no time and got the last two kills.

"Nice! Fnatic pistol round for the win!" you say fist-bumping Chronicle who your next to.

Your next buy is a Stinger, light shield and full util. This should be an easy win where Sen are on a save round but ... you never know. Shaking things up a bit you move to A with Derke positioning ready to dart down long.

"Util on C, coming long" Boaster comms and you start to rotate, knowing Derke can hold down A if they decide to Early rotate. And just as you get to B ...

"A, All A. What do you mean coming long, yes they are coming long on A! Not C" Derke shouts from Boasters earlier call out. Knife out and your running back to A as Derke gets another 3 picks.

"Okay Derk when i said hold the fort this isn't what i meant but pop off!" you say as you get your dart out, just as Chronicle gets the last kill in Sewers.

"Nice work!" you shout, a fist lightly tapping the desk. You pull a face at the camera on you with Boaster on the other side of you before buying for the next round.

Next round however goes to shit. Derke lerks Sewers getting picked off immedielty leaving you and Chronicle who had rotated early.

You replace Derke watching Sewers, Boaster smokes for you and you spam through the smokes getting two kills, switching to the classic seeing their Omen pushing you kill him off as Tenz kills you off after Chronicle and Boaster die on site. They proceed to win the round.

You boyfriend jumps up for joy seeing your 3k pulled back down by Max Fewtrell as you died to TenZ of all players.

"Guys what happened, I was watching sewers and before i know it TenZ is kissing my ass" you say looking between Boaster and Chronicle.

"It was just poor timing on our half sorry, but great round for economy guys!" Boaster tries to keep up Moral.

2 - 1

Next round was a blur, starting on A and dying over on C all within 15 seconds of the round was ... humbling to say the least.

However, it was close with TenZ being the only one standing once again as he trades off Zekken to get the kill on your teammate.

2 - 2

You remained on A despite it seeming like it wasn't working as its where you were getting the best darts and getting the most kills, Breach alt sent you sky high and not long afterwards with another kill under your belt it was a 2 v 1 situation with Sacy as the only one remaining and you with Alfa.

"Amir, swing off me, ill bait" you call and you both swing, you from behind box and Alfa in heaven, Sacy can only concentrate on one and thats unfortuanlty you.

"Nice one!" you say and Amir fits his hand on the air.

3 - 2

"Bit of jumping and running and gunning from Nyxie" the commentators says as you jump into and out of the smoke getting a kill before being killed instantly by their Killjoy who Boaster finishes off in a smoke.

"Despite some wacky moves from Nyxie this game, the comms from her have been phenomenal. The minute she dies her team are right there getting the revenge"

4 - 2

Your alt being available this round leaves Derke hard dashing up into window you think with the smoke he's got somewhere only to be picked off by their breach. With comms you pop your alt but the enemies seem to expect that managing to dodge it.

You all rotate to C using your reveal and then your drone you see three on site. Immediely managing to hit TenZ. You continue on, not thinking that you've just killed him in pro play.

Going deeper into cubby you get a pick on Skye just as Omen alts away probably onto A. Immedielty on the rotate heading through Attacker spawn and into Sewers, you're killed first and sit back comming for you teammates as Alfa clutches the round.

"Guys, i just got a kill on TenZ!" you exclaim and look over to Tyson, sending him a heart with your fingers where he rolls his eyes at your joke.

5 - 2

After some whiffs from both you and Derke, Boaster and Alfa clutch the round.

6 - 2

Again after some silly mistakes and being caught in util Alfa is the last one standing and left to save standing back away from site letting the bomb tick away.

Boaster is left a little frustrated asking what the hell we're doing despite having 3 plus rounds on Sen. IGL mentality for you! He knew you guys could and should do better.

6 - 3

You play safe with Chronicle on A trading kills off each other leaving Boaster a nice 3k on site, playing a little more aggressively than he usually would as the two of you die.

"Sorry Boaster, i don't know whats going on man" you sigh, knowing you arent playing your best right now.

"It's fine, it's all good we've got this!" he smiles at you, fist bumping your hand.

7 - 3

Next round you're told to early rotate straight to see thanks to Derke's spot and the fact that they stuck coming up C long rather than rotating worked in your benefit. You get a pick, before TenZ outplays you as your reloading.

Derke and Boaster clutch the round, cheers all around as you go to ...

8 - 3

A very slow paced round where both the Jett's were opping and so many ults were available. You were running between side, jiggle peaking and jumping to try get any info. You guys rotate to see when Alfa's alarm bot it destroyed seeing their coming through garage you wait at the top getting a kill on the Omen, just after Derke's op kill and Alfa's ratty move of hiding in cubby.

Alfa finishes them up in garage and you guys call it a day.

"YES! GOOD JOB!" you scream, fisting the air.

9 - 3

SWITCHING SIDES

Now it was your time to shine, you much preferred attacking on Haven. You guys agreed to start baiting A while the rest make their way to C. After a Sova reveal you guys make your way to C long Boaster in the back with spike.

After managing to plant TenZ gets onto sight with his Sheriff destroying the three of you remaining.

"FUCK THAT GUY!" you cry into your mic, head going into you hands hating the fact that you actually only did 20 damage to him.

9 - 4

You guys get fucked in sewers again.

9 - 5

This round you wiped the sweat from your forehead and locked in. Taking a quick swig of water before buying your util. You lurk getting a nice ratty kill on Skye before using the opportunity to reposistion gaining another kill. You peak TenZ but he avoids the fight leaving you to get a kill on Kill Joy instead while Boaster goes after Jett.

"Some incredible work there from Nyxie, she's really great at reading the map and once getting a kill repositioning to catch off her opponent and she's just incredibly quick with it too" the commentators admit.

Lando was biting his lips hard from how close this game was feeling despite it being 15 rounds in and 10 of them being for your team.

10 - 5

This round felt like it hadnt even started, you don't even know what you did but you were just there supporting. You tab to realise your actually 2nd on the leader board which only spurs you on further. You had this!

11 - 5

You and Derke wait together, storming onto sight getting three kills between you and managing to get the spike down. You guys have an incredible round all serving and keeping your guns, running off just as spike explodes killing the last player.

12 - 5

MATCH POINT

You wanted to cry, you were left standing last and whiffed so hard. Whiffed so hard not only did you let spike be diffused but you got yourself killed too. You could have finished this game there and then and called it a day.

12 - 6

After a stressful round you guys won the last round meaning you'd won the first map. You were the person who had the final kill which felt like a redemption after your previous bad round.

"YES LETS GO!" you cry pulling Boaster into a hug. Chronicle comes up fistbumping Derke before you hug him.

"Nice going Nyx" he grins. You use your hand to look out into the crowd spotting your boyfriend sat there with Max in the VIP section.

You wave at him as you leave the stage knowing he'll come see you in the room you guys had snacks and breaked in before the next map.

"You did so well, argh im so proud of you and i know you've got this next map!" he grins pulling you into a hug, kissing your forehead before moving down to hold your face in his hands bringing you into a full kiss.

"Ew" Chronicle comments smirking at the pair of your while Boaster covers Alfa's eyes.

"You guys all did really well. Got a feeling this ones yours!" Lando admits, keeping you close to his side.

"Thanks mate, oh wait have you guys seen Yinsu?" Jake (Boaster) asks.

"Mmmm she was in the crowd but haven't seen her yet!"

"Whose Yinsu?" Lando whispers to you.

"His girlfriend" you laugh.

"Mmmm she's with Angelina i think" Chronicle nods.

"Whose Angelina?" he asks

"Chron's wife?" you laugh as if Lando didn't believe your teammates had partners.

"You know ... this is a sport so technically you are my WAG... or HAB i guess?" you giggle before the others all tilt there heads confused.

"What is a WAG?" Derke asks head tipped to the side.

"Its a sports term, feel like its mostly used in F1 though. WAG is like Wives and Girlfriends of the sport person so im known on the screen when they show my face as Y/N FNC Nyxie Y/L/N Pro Valorant Player, Streamer and Girlfriend of Lando Norris" you explain and they nod.

"We should have something like that!" Alfa exclaims!

"Maybe" you laugh, preparing yourself for the next round.

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[megapteraurelia]

boyfriend!bokuto koutarou who loves when you're on your period, because then he's got aaaaall the excuses to have his hands all over your body.

whose fingers never stray away from your head, combing through the strands, squishing your cheeks together and smacking his lips on yours. and when he gets a whiff of you in bodily soreness?

he. is. a. fan.

boobs tender? he's over the moon, stars in his eyes to get his fingers on the soft flesh, pressing and swiping the pad of his thumb over your nipples, massaging the tender swelling.

tummy hurting? cooing, his large hands are pressed into your abdomen, heat eminitting from them, as he pulls you into a cuddle. his strong thigh thrown over your hips as he cages you in between his chest and the bed. your very own little (huge) pressure blanket.

though, he does always end up getting a bit overexcited in his earnest desire to help, but really, how can anybody blame him because how can he not?

the way you moan whenever his hand would rub your sensitive skin, the little whines escaping you because it hurts but he's here to make it all better, so he decides that he will!

the way boyfriend!bokuto koutarou isn't even aware that his hips are dragging his clothed dick against your ass. he thinks a little sneak peek for is fingers is something he can get away with, so one hand that was splayed on your heavy, aching tit sneaks down to disappear between the material of your panties and your heat.

who is so eagerly concentrated on taking your pain away, his touch is so featherlight but it rages like wildfire through you.

his other hand keeping your abdomen warm slides down a little south, pressing, and his breath gets heavier in your ear. and really, he is blabbering nonsense, "i'm making you really feel good, right? ohhh, of course i am, i'm your boyfriend after all, that's my job! it's mine alone to hear you like this, yeah?" and his hips stutter because he's not wanting anything from you, but a little rubbing wouldn't hurt, right?

boyfriend!bokuto koutarou who coaxes sweet soft orgasms one after the other out of you, because he's greedy and he wants to see you shudder in his arms as he gets to play with you, help you relax. who relishes that all those reactions are because of him and they're for him and only he gets to hear and see and feel them.

who can't help leaving open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, growing more and more excited at the wetness he feels between your legs, "good baby, that's so good. that aaaall f'me? only me? nobody else?"

who knows the answers to all his questions, but he just loves hearing you send yessss, yeah, ye-heess his way, so he can swallow up the adoration and praise in your voice.

who cums in his boxers, dick nestled between your ass; face flushed, eyes wide open, tongue between his teeth.

who keeps his hand in your panties against your mound, just softly resting because he doesn't want to say goodbye to his pussy yet; who pulls you closer with his arm, biceps flexing.

who notices his messed up underwear and complains between nuzzles and kisses that "but i just showered, baby!! i don't want to go shower again. why did you have to be so sexy? it's not fair", even though he was the one who started to get all touchy with you.

and his heartbeat is all erratic and excited, like an overeager puppy as he presses you into the warm sheets further and further, betraying his affection hiding behind the pout.

who really just wants to hear you tell him that you want him to stay, so he can rub his feet along your calves, be your big human teddy bear and who can boast to you as you slowly slip into slumbers.

and if he notices that you've grown quieter, already used to his volume, then he's just gonna tell dream-you about his day while his hand absentmindedly massages your body into a pliable mess.

ah, excuse me, his pliable mess.

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[slayed02145]

so high school chapter 2

a/n: hi guys!! omg thank you sm for all the love on the first chapter it made me want to give you guys more so here ya go! Also i'm thinking abt combining this part and the last part because it doesn't really make sense to me that the same day spans over multiple chapters. And theres still more that I want to add to this day so like let me know if you guys think I should just keep posting little bits like I am or if I should make it all into one chapter. I'm just posting little by little because I don't want to keep y'all waiting!!

also give me some scenes or tropes you wanna see in this i'll def incorporate it in some way!

wc: 1016

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Chapter 2

Paige spots her friends huddled around their usual table in the cafeteria, their voices carrying over the lunchtime chaos. She doesn’t even have to get close to know they’re about to clown her. It’s written all over their faces.

Kk is the first to fire. “I heard P Boogs is in love.”

Paige groans before she even sits down.

“Jana bro you told them?” Paige asks even though she knew Jana was gonna tell them. And she can’t even be mad cause if it was anyone else in her position she’d make fun of them too. Which is kinda the worst part like Paige knows how embarrassing she’s being but she don’t give a fuck because Azzi is, well she doesn’t even know yet but whatever. 

Jana grins, leaning back. “I had to prepare them for the love eyes we’ll have to witness ALL practice today”  

The group breaks into laughter, already anticipating the spectacle.

“Y’all don’t get it, bro,” Paige insists, sitting down next to Ice at the edge of the bench. “She’s literally beautiful.”

Paige spots Azzi just waking into the cafeteria and before anyone can respond, she turns to Ice—who, unfortunately, is sitting right next to her—and starts aggressively smacking her arm over and over.

“Bro, that’s her,” she whisper-yells, eyes wide with urgency. Paige aggressively scoots towards Ice so that there’ll be enough space for Azzi to sit next to her 

“Yo AZZI” Paige yells to get Azzi’s attention. Once they make eye contact Azzi smiles and starts walking towards them. 

Kk laughs “Damnnn she’s gotta have that light skin rizz to have Paige simpin already” the table erupts in laughter. 

Once Azzi makes her way to the table Paige stands up and takes the time to introduce her to everyone before sitting back down, obviously with enough room for Azzi next to her. “This is Ice, Kk, Sarah and Aubrey, they all on the basketball team” now addressing the girls “everyone this is Azzi”

“Nice to meet you all.” Azzi gives a small wave, her usual easy smile in place. She starts to follow suit and sits down next to Paige. 

Ice, still rubbing her arm from Paige’s enthusiastic assault, raises an eyebrow. “You sure you wanna sit here? Paige might pass out from excitement.”

Azzi laughs, sliding into the open seat beside Paige. “I think I can handle it.”

“Oh, she’s bold,” Sarah remarks with Kk, exchanging knowing looks with her.

Paige rolls her eyes, trying to act unbothered, but her body betrays her—she’s sitting just a little too straight, her leg bouncing under the table. She can feel Jana watching her, ready to collect evidence for later roasting.

“So, you hoop?” Ice asks, taking a sip from her Gatorade.

“Yeah,” Azzi nods. “I was supposed to play at my old school, but moving kinda threw things off.”

“Well, we could use another shooter,” Aubrey chimes in. “Paige thinks she’s Steph Curry, but she’s more like Jordan Poole.”

The table howls.

Paige glares at Aubrey. “That was uncalled for.”

Azzi leans in slightly, her voice teasing. “I don’t know… I can see it.”

“Oh, you’re a hater too?” Paige places a hand over her chest in mock betrayal. “That’s crazy.”

Azzi shrugs, grinning. “Just saying, I might have to show you up at practice.”

The table erupts again, Kk smacking the table. “Ohhh, she’s funny.”

Paige huffs but can’t stop the smile creeping onto her face. She likes this. The banter, the energy. She hasn’t even seen Azzi play yet, but she already knows she’s gonna be ridiculous on the court. And that? That’s dangerous.

***

Azzi has one class left until basketball “tryouts” and it’s math. She walks in and like every other class the teacher makes her introduce herself. She goes to sit down. 

“Hey I’m Qadence” the girl next to her says

“Hi nice to meet you”

“I saw you earlier with the basketball girls, you play?”

“Yeah, I played for my school and aau back home, now though I’m still tryna see where I can play.”

“Oh cool. I play too, you comin to practice today or nah?”

“Yeah I’m coming. Don’t have any clothes though so Paige is giving me some” 

Qadence raises her eyebrows at that “Be careful around her, she’s def tryna to get with you”

Azzi chuckles, shaking her head. “Yeah, I kinda figured.”

Qadence smirks. “She’s got a reputation, you know. Paige is cool, don’t get me wrong, but she’s always got a roster.”

Azzi considers that. She already picked up on Paige’s energy—confident, flirty, definitely the type who knew exactly what to say to make people fall for her. 

“I’m serious though,” she says. “She’s got a bad habit of making people think they’re special when they’re not.”

Azzi’s smile falters just a little. “What do you mean?”

Qadence sighs, tapping her pencil against her desk. “She flirts. A lot. And not in the harmless, fun way—like, she makes people feel like they really have a shot with her, then the second they start catching feelings, she’s onto the next.”

Azzi frowns. She thinks back to lunch, to the way Paige had scooted closer to make room for her, the way she immediately wanted to help her with basketball, the way she’d looked at her—like she was already picturing something between them.

“She’s done that to you?” Azzi asks.

Qadence snorts. “Nah, I don’t play that game. But I’ve seen it happen. I'm friends with this girl Sophia, and her and Paige were talkin and stuff like Paige had her thinking they were something, and then over break, she was making out with some other chick.”

Azzi raises an eyebrow. “Damn.”

“Exactly.” Qadence leans back, watching Azzi carefully. “Just saying—if you’re just here to hoop, cool. But if you’re thinking about Paige as anything more than a teammate? Be careful.”

Azzi nods, but something about the conversation sticks with her. She doesn’t know Paige well, but she doesn’t like the idea of being played with.

Maybe she should keep her distance.

Maybe Paige isn’t as charming as she seemed at lunch. 

[minyoongisnewthing]

Han river lullaby chapter two | myg

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, exs to lovers, eventual smut, idol!au, co parents, second chance romance

Chapter two content warning: mention of corporate manipulation/control, emotional confrontation, mild swearing

word count: 5.6k approximately

Authors notes: thank you sincerely for the love and support you have shown this story so far it has meant so much to me, it was a much needed confidence boost. Apologies to my boy Namjoon you don’t get paid enough to be readers and Yoongi’s therapists. Please feel free to drop any feedback in the comments

A few days later marked the start of your much-needed week long break after working twelve grueling days in a row. 

You woke up with Han wrapped around your arm, his little body sleeping and warm against yours as he snored softly. 

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across his features. 

Smiling, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before carefully slipping out of bed, making sure not to wake him.

Downstairs, you set to work making pancakes, knowing that the scent would lure him down in minutes. 

The familiar routine helped calm your nerves about what you planned to do today - the conversation you could no longer put off. 

Sure enough, just as you plated the first stack, you heard the telltale sound of small feet padding across the floor.

"Morning, bubba," you greeted him with a smile, turning just in time to see him rubbing sleep from his eyes, his hair an adorable mess of soft curls that reminded you so much of Yoongi's bed head.

"Morning," he mumbled back, still groggy but clearly intrigued by breakfast. You lifted him up and placed him in his chair before setting a small plate of cut-up pancakes in front of him.

"What do you want to do today? Before you go to auntie Mya’s house?" you asked as you poured some syrup over his food, trying to keep your voice steady despite the anxiety churning in your stomach.

Han barely took a moment to think before his face lit up. "Can we go to the park!" he exclaimed, his excitement muffled by a mouthful of pancake.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Chew your food, Han," you reminded gently, wiping syrup off his chin. 

The simple gesture made your heart clench - how many moments like this had Yoongi missed?

"Sorry," he said, swallowing quickly before grinning at you - that gummy smile so like his father's it almost took your breath away.

The idea of the park sounded good, a chance to give Han one last carefree morning before everything changed. 

After breakfast, you both bundled up in coats and beanies and set off down the street. Han immediately took off running the moment you arrived, joining a few other kids in the playground. 

You settled onto a bench, watching him with a fond smile that didn't quite mask the weight in your chest. Despite the warmth in your heart at seeing your son so happy, a familiar guilt pressed down on you. 

You knew what you had to do. What you'd promised yourself - and Namjoon - you would do today. No more waiting, no more stalling.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your chat with Yoongi before you could talk yourself out of it.

Y/N: Are you resting like the doctor ordered?

You hit send, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Yoongi: Don't worry, Hobi and Namjoon made sure I am. Why the check-up? Don't believe I'd follow orders?

You scoffed lightly, shaking your head before replying.

Y/N: Was thinking of stopping by, if you're up for a visit?

A few moments passed, each second stretching like an eternity as you watched the typing bubble appear and disappear, the reappear only to disappear again, finally.

Yoongi: What, you visit all your patients after hours?

Y/N: Only the stubborn ones who need extra monitoring.

Yoongi: I'm wounded. But yeah, I'm at home with Namjoon, still being good and resting like ordered.

Y/N: Perfect, do you actually mind if I stop by?

Yoongi: [Address] - Hannam-dong. Door code: 0923

You stared at the screen, barely believing it. He was letting you in - literally and figuratively - and you were about to change everything.

That's how you found yourself standing in front of Yoongi's apartment after dropping Han off with Mya, your favorite nurse and close friend. Your palms were sweating as you tried to work up the courage to knock, the weight of Han's excited "Bye, Eomma!" still echoing in your ears. 

This was it. You were about to lay everything out, every painful truth, and you had no idea how he would react. Taking a deep breath, you finally knocked.

A moment later, the door opened, revealing Namjoon. His blonde hair was slightly messy, like he'd been running his hands through it while working - a habit he'd never broken. 

His brows furrowed in quiet surprise as he took in the sight of you standing there, though you could see in his deep brown eyes he'd been expecting this. He leaned against the doorframe, his tall frame somehow both imposing and gentle at once.

"You're finally doing this?" he asked, voice careful, his dimples appearing briefly despite the seriousness of the moment.

You nodded, fingers twisting together nervously. "Yeah. You're right, for both of them, I have to."

Namjoon studied you for a second before stepping aside. "He's upstairs in his room. Do you want me to stay?"

You swallowed, nodding hard. "Please, Joon. I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack."

He gave you a reassuring nod. "You can do this, Y/N. I'll be here, for both of you."

You followed him through the apartment, the space as calm and minimalistic as you'd imagined Yoongi's home would be. The walls were lined with awards and platinum records, reminders of everything he'd achieved.

Namjoon led you to the bedroom door before pausing.

"I'll be close," he said softly before stepping back.

Gathering every ounce of courage you had left, you knocked.

“Yeah?” came Yoongi’s voice from inside.

Slowly, you pushed the door open and poked your head in. He was sitting up in bed, lounging comfortably in a dark shirt and grey sweatpants, the ever-present silver chain around his neck.

His dark hair falling over his forehead in careless waves. His feline eyes met yours the moment you stepped inside, sharpening with something unreadable—intense, unwavering, and just a little too knowing.

"Hey, Yoongi," you said hesitantly, the words barely above a whisper.

His expression softened—just a little. "Hey yourself." But even as he said it, you could see it in his gaze: curiosity, the ghost of warmth… but most of all, confusion.

You moved toward him, your hands twisting together as you sat at the edge of his bed. The room felt too quiet, the air too thick with something unspoken. Your stomach churned, the weight of what you were about to say pressing heavily against your ribs.

"Look, Yoongi… we need to talk."

The small, familiar smile on his lips faltered. His eyes sharpened with cautious tension, his body going still. "Okay…."

You inhaled deeply, trying to steady yourself, but nothing could have prepared you for this moment. Your fingers found the edge of his blanket, needing something to ground you.

"Just… just know that I never wanted to hurt you."

His shoulders stiffened, his jaw tightening. "Y/N." His voice was lower now, edged with something dangerous. "What's going on?"

Your fingers clenched together, nails biting into your skin. There was no easy way to say it.

"Around a month after I left, I… I found out I was pregnant."

Yoongi stilled.

The breath he'd been about to take caught in his throat, his body going rigid as if you had physically struck him. 

The room suddenly felt smaller, suffocating. You saw it—the moment your words reached him, the precise second his world cracked open.

You forced yourself to keep going.

"I gave birth to a little boy," you whispered, your voice unsteady. "His name is Han and… and, fuck, Yoongi, he has your smile. Your eyes. Even your damn nose."

Silence. A silence heavier than anything you'd ever known stretched between you.

Yoongi’s hands, which had been resting in his lap, curled into fists over the blanket, his knuckles white. The veins along the backs of his hands stood out, a stark contrast against the smooth, pale skin. His long, slender fingers twitched slightly, as if resisting the urge to move. 

His breathing was uneven, like he was struggling to remember how. His voice, when it finally came, was barely a whisper.

"I have a son?"

It was the break in his voice that shattered something inside you.

Your throat burned as you nodded. "Yes."

He exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling with an unsteady breath. He dragged a trembling hand through his dark hair, gripping it tightly like he was holding himself together by sheer force. 

When he finally looked at you, his gaze was dark, unreadable—but the hurt in them was unmistakable.

"You—" His voice wavered, raw with disbelief. "You kept my son from me?"

You swallowed hard, guilt clawing at your ribs. "I thought I was doing the best thing for both of us—"

"The best thing?" His voice cut through yours like a blade, sharp and filled with something frighteningly close to betrayal. "For both of us?"

You flinched, gripping the edge of the bed as the weight of his anger crashed into you.

"I know you're angry—"

"Damn fucking right I'm angry." His voice shook under the weight of his emotions. His hands pressed against his forehead as he exhaled harshly. He shook his head, still trying to process. When he looked at you again, there was something raw, something broken in his expression.

"You kept my son from me."

It wasn't a question. It wasn't even an accusation—it was a wound laid bare.

You flinched but refused to look away. "I thought I was doing what was best—"

"So you said," his voice rose, something sharp laced within it. "But for who, Y/N? For me? For you? Because it sure as hell wasn't what was best for him."

Your breath caught, guilt twisting like a knife in your ribs. "I—"

He cut in, his tone almost hollow. "I reconciled with the fact I was the only one who lost something when we walked away." His eyes burned into yours, dark and unreadable. "But the whole time, you had my son."

His voice cracked on the last word, and it shattered something inside you.

"Yoongi…" You swallowed hard, trying to find steady ground, but there was none. "I wanted to tell you. I swear, I did. But after everything, I—"

"You what?" he demanded, leaning forward. "You decided for me? You thought I didn't deserve to know?"

You let out a shaky breath, eyes stinging. "You left first."

Yoongi stilled.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of those three words settled between you like an open wound, bleeding and raw.

And then he laughed—a hollow, bitter sound that sent a chill down your spine.

"So that's what this is," he muttered, shaking his head. "Punishment."

Your heart clenched. "That's not—"

"You wanted me to hurt like you did," he said, voice dropping into something quieter, dangerous. "Well, congratulations, Y/N. You fucking achieved it didn’t you."

His words knocked the breath out of you.

"Do you think it was easy for me?" Your voice cracked through the room, your own anger rising like a flame catching air. "Do you think I didn't hurt too? That I didn't spend nights staring at my phone, wanting to call you, to tell you? To break down and beg you to come see me."

Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the force of your words. The dark irises, usually guarded and unreadable, flickered with something unspoken, their depth momentarily exposed. 

A faint crease formed between his brows, his smooth, pale skin taut with tension. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words, the muscles in his jaw tightened, a subtle but telling sign of restraint.

"You stopped reaching out first," you continued, your voice thick with pain and accusation. "You never truly fought for us, Yoongi. You just—let go. So I thought that meant I had to let go too."

Yoongi's jaw clenched, his hands curling tighter at his sides. His laugh was sharp, disbelieving, barely contained between clenched teeth. 

"It wasn't that simple, Y/N," he bit out. "The company—their rules—I couldn't. Not if I wanted to keep my career, to keep you safe!." 

His voice dropped lower, rougher. "I thought…" 

His voice faltered, and for the first time, you saw it. Regret. The weight of what he'd done too. The hurt he didn’t even consider he’d caused. 

"I thought letting you go was the best thing I could do for you. To protect you."

You stared at him, realization washing over you like ice water. The silence. The distance. It hadn't been indifference. It had been sacrifice. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

You let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "The fucking company," you spat. "That's rich. Enjoying the view from that fucking high horse, Min?" The visceral hurt ripped open, the years of heartache spilling out like poison in your veins. 

"You decided that for me. Just like I decided for you. You didn't even give me a choice, Yoongi. You just walked away."

His nostrils flared, his breath unsteady. "My view's just the same as yours, on your own high horse, sweetheart." He hissed the old term of endearment, sounding like venom on his lips.

"You did the same fucking thing, didn't you?" His voice was low, dangerous now. "You took my son from me. His first cries, his first steps, his first fucking words!"

Your vision blurred with unshed tears.

"You should have told me," he snapped, his voice breaking slightly on the words. "You should have fucking told me."

Your chin trembled, the fight leaving you, making way for the only emotion you had left: exhaustion. 

"You're right, Yoongi. I can't change my choice, I wish I could. But maybe when we're both less heated, you'll understand why I did, help me understand your choices now." Your tears begin to slide down your cheek.

Yoongi's expression cracked, something devastated flickering in his eyes. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his voice raw when he finally spoke.

"I was scared, Y/N," he admitted, the confession shaking. "Just like you were. Scared of losing everything I'd worked for. Scared of losing you."

"Fucking terrified of the pressure we were suddenly under, the conditions we had to live in." His eyes shone with unshed tears.

"You don't think I thought about you every day?" His voice rose slightly, sounding on the edge of mania. 

"Do you know how many times I got caught sneaking off just to try and call you? How many nights I wanted to just throw it all away and come see you?" 

His breathing turned ragged. "Do you have any fucking idea how much it took for me to let you walk out of that apartment that morning? To smile at you like I was okay?"

He took a deep shuddering breath, trying to recenter himself. "It took everything in me not to chase after you, not to beg you to stay."

The memory of that morning flooded your mind, as vivid as if it were yesterday...

The early morning light painted Yoongi's small apartment in soft golden hues, making everything feel dreamlike and fragile. 

Your bags sat by the door - simple things that somehow held the weight of your entire world shifting.

In these last precious moments before your taxi arrived, you stood wrapped in each other's arms, whispering promises, promises of making the distance work, of visits when time allowed, into the quiet morning air.

"You sure you don't want me to drop you at the airport?" Yoongi murmured into your hair, his arms tightening around you as if trying to memorize how you felt against him.

"I'm sure, Yoon," you managed a smile, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "You'll be late for dance practice, and I'm not having Hobi mad at me because your ass is late."

His chest rumbled with a soft chuckle, but it held a note of something fragile, something breaking. You snuggled closer, breathing in his familiar scent - coffee and cologne and something uniquely Yoongi that had become home to you.

"I'll call you every chance I can, okay?" he promised, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"I know," you whispered, looking up to meet his gaze. The love and fear you saw there mirrored your own.

You shared one final, devastating kiss before your phone buzzed - your taxi was here.

Your breath caught in your throat as the memory faded, bringing you back to the present moment.

"But in the end..." His voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with years of regret. "I lost you anyway."

Tears burned at your eyes.

"I didn't come here to fight with you, Yoon," you finally admitted, voice tired and aching. "We both fucked up. We both made mistakes. And now here we are. Hurt. Angry. And too late."

Yoongi's gaze met yours, something shattered in the way he looked at you.

"Yeah," he whispered, his voice hollow. "Too late."

He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the floor. His voice trembled when he finally asked, "Can I meet him?"

Your chest clenched painfully.

"Of course you can," you replied instantly, your voice soft, careful. "Would... would you like to see a photo of him now?"

He nodded, and with trembling fingers, you reached for your phone. You pulled up a photo taken just that morning—Han in the park, beaming, his dark eyes crinkling just like Yoongi's when he laughed.

Yoongi took the phone from you carefully, as if afraid the moment might shatter in his hands. He stared at the screen, and you watched as something in him completely unraveled.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice breaking.

His pale fingers hovered over the screen, tracing Han's face without touching it, his expression torn between awe and devastation.

"Mother Nature really did one hell of a copy-paste job on him, didn't she?"

Despite everything, a choked laugh escaped you.

Yoongi's eyes flickered back up to you, searching, uncertain. "Y/N..." His voice was quieter now, filled with something fragile. "I would've made it work."

You closed your eyes briefly, exhaling shakily.

Finally, he exhaled slowly. "I... I need to see him, to know him beyond just a picture," he said, determination laced with vulnerability.

"I have the next few days free," you say gently, watching Yoongi carefully. "I can bring him over whenever you're ready."

There's a beat of silence before you add, "Also, that bloody chain—let me fix it. It's annoying me."

Yoongi lets out an unexpected laugh, the warm sound catching you off guard. You raise an eyebrow at him in question.

"You never could keep your hands off me. Don't lie," he quips, a smirk tugging at his lips.

The familiarity of his teasing makes something in your chest loosen. It doesn't erase the pain of the past, but it's something—something small, something hopeful.

"Fuck off," you chuckle, shaking your head as you step closer, fingers carefully adjusting it to sit properly against his shirt. He stays still, letting you work, his eyes watching you with something unreadable.

As you step away again, the conversation drifts to Han—his little quirks, the way he scrunches his nose when he's thinking, his stubborn streak that's so clearly inherited from both of you.

"He's so smart," you say with a proud smile, your heart swelling just talking about him. "He loves music already - always dancing and humming little tunes he makes up."

Yoongi hums, glancing down at the photo of Han still open on your phone. "Of course he’s smart. He has Min DNA after all." he says matter-of-factly.

You barely contain the scoff that leaves you, but there's no real annoyance—just an old, familiar fondness creeping in.

"He's obsessed with the piano at my friend's house," you continue softly. "Can't keep him away from it. And he has this habit of staying up late, no matter what I do - just like someone else I know."

Yoongi's expression softens, a mix of pride and pain crossing his features. "What else?" he asks, shuffling forward towards you, voice barely above a whisper, like he's trying to drink in every detail.

"He's incredibly stubborn when he wants to be. Especially when he’s over tired," you say with a small laugh. "But he's also so gentle. So caring. He notices when anyone's sad and tries to make them feel better. Just yesterday, he gave his favorite toy to a crying kid at the park."

You watch as Yoongi absorbs each detail, his fingers still hovering over the photo on your phone. "Does he..." he hesitates, swallowing hard. "Does he ever ask about me?"

Your heart clenches. "Yeah, he does. More and more, He sees other kids with their parents and gets curious. I've told him… that while his appa loves him very much, grown-ups sometimes have complicated situations."

Yoongi's breath catches, and he nods slowly, processing. 

After you agree to bring Han by tomorrow, you tell Yoongi you need to go pick him up. He nods, still looking lost in thought, but there's a softness in his gaze that wasn't there before.

As you step into the lounge, you find Namjoon sitting on the couch, book in hand. He looks up as you enter, a small smirk forming.

"I got worried for a moment there when all the yelling stopped," he teases, dimples on full display.

You scoff but smile back. "We called a temporary truce."

"Progress," he nods approvingly.

"We have organised for me to bring Han by tomorrow," you tell him. "If you wanna be here to supervise the visit." You say it lightly, but there's an underlying truth to it—you don't know how emotional tomorrow will be.

Namjoon closes his book and stretches. "I'll be here," he assures you, voice steady.

Leaning against the wall, you sigh. "How did we get here, Joon?" you whisper, voice barely audible over the soft hum of the city below. "How did we let it get this bad?"

Namjoon sighs, putting the book down beside him. "You mean you and Yoongi?"

You nod, your fingers gripping your knees. "We loved each other." Your voice cracks on the last word, and you shake your head as if trying to make sense of it.

"So how the hell did we end up as two people who just walked away? Who let everything go and ended up like... this—with so much pain and miscommunication between us?"

Namjoon is quiet for a long moment. Then he sighs.

"Because it was never just you two," he murmurs.

You frown, looking at him. "What do you mean?"

Namjoon exhaled through his nose, leaning back against the chair. His expression was unreadable, but there was something haunted in his eyes.

"The company, it wasn't just an excuse, Y/N," he said. "You knew they had rules about dating, but you don't know the extent of it. The control, the manipulation—it wasn't just a policy. It was a constant, looming, very real threat."

You swallowed, uneasy. "I knew it was strict, but..."

Namjoon let out a humorless chuckle. "Strict? Y/N, we used to have random phone checks. Random room checks. Managers would come in, take our devices, search our belongings all without warning, and comb through everything. Texts, call logs, even our search history."

He shook his head, blonde hair falling into his eyes as he continued.

"If they found anything suspicious, anything that hinted at a relationship, it wasn't just a scolding—it was a warning. And that's the tip of the iceberg honestly."

Your stomach turned. You knew about the company's grip, but hearing the details made your blood run cold.

"They used to tell us, over and over, that everything we had could be taken away in an instant. Our careers, our reputations. All of it, gone." 

Namjoon glanced at you, his gaze heavy. "And Yoongi? He was already seen as the difficult one. The cold one, the one most likely to push back against that control."

"If they had even a hint of something that could be spun as 'unprofessional'—especially a relationship—he knew they wouldn't hesitate to make an example out of him."

You blinked rapidly, your chest tightening. "They really had that much control over everything?"

Namjoon's lips pressed into a thin line. "You have no idea." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "We weren't just scared of losing our jobs, Y/N. We were scared of losing everything. They had us believing that if we stepped out of line, we'd be ripped apart—no second chances."

You swallowed hard, trying to process it all. "He told me it was because he was afraid?"

Namjoon nodded. "Not just afraid. Convinced. Convinced that staying with you would ruin you both. And Yoongi..." He hesitated before continuing, voice softer now. 

"He's always been the type to shoulder things alone. To suffer in silence if he thinks it'll protect the people he loves."

Your throat tightened. "He thought leaving me was protecting me. Just like I was protecting him."

Namjoon's expression was pained. "Yeah."

You exhaled shakily, rubbing your temples. "I hate that I understand it. I hate that I can see why he did it, why I did what I did, and it still doesn't make any of this hurt any less."

Namjoon looked at you, his eyes showing wisdom beyond his years. "Because understanding the past doesn't erase the damage it left behind. You both made choices based on fear. And now, you're left with the consequences."

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, and you laughed bitterly. "So what do we do now, Joon?"

He was quiet for a moment, then said, "That's up to you and Yoongi.”

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, your mind spinning with everything Namjoon had just told you. The weight of it pressed down on your chest—everything Yoongi had gone through, the suffocating grip they had on him. On all of them.

Namjoon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "You wanna know how bad it got?"

You looked at him warily. "I think I already do."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "You don't." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His voice was quieter now, heavy with something distant, something painful.

"There was one time—about two months after you left—when Yoongi got caught trying to contact you, after he had already gotten in shit for doing it the times before."

Your breath hitched. "What?"

Namjoon nodded. "It was after a long schedule, late as hell. We were back at the dorm, overworked and beyond hungry, I walked past his room, saw the light on under his door. I didn't think much of it at first—until I heard his voice."

You swallowed hard. "He was calling me?"

Namjoon gave you a pointed look. "Trying to." 

He exhaled. "I don't know what happened. Maybe one of the managers was already suspicious, maybe they were just being extra paranoid that night. Either way, someone must've been watching him, because before he could even get through, the door slammed open."

Your stomach twisted.

"They took his phone. Took all our phones, actually, under the excuse of a 'security check.' But they already knew. They already saw."

You couldn't breathe. "What did they do?"

Namjoon hesitated, then said, "They pulled him into a meeting the next day. I don't know exactly what was said, but when he came back, he looked..." 

He trailed off, jaw tightening. "Defeated. Like they'd ripped something out of him. He barely spoke for days after that. Just threw himself into work, into writing. It was like he was trying to drown himself in anything that wasn't you."

Your hands trembled as you hugged yourself, nausea creeping into your throat.

"They threatened him, didn't they?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon nodded slowly. "Probably, with everything in their arsenal designed to hurt him."

A sharp sob threatened to rise in your chest, but you forced it down, biting the inside of your cheek.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, staring down at your hands as Namjoon's words settled deep into your chest, heavy and unshakable.

A memory surfaced, unbidden.

"I remember that day," you murmured, voice distant. "I was in the middle of a finals exam. My phone was on silent, stuffed in my bag. When I finished, I checked and saw a few missed calls from him. I thought it was my shot to tell him about Han, about how much I missed him. I thought if he's finally got time after a few weeks, I'll take it!"

Namjoon watched you carefully, his expression unreadable.

"I called back," you whispered, feeling the ache of that moment as if it had just happened. "But he didn't answer." You let out a shaky breath. "I tried again. And again. But nothing."

You lifted your gaze to Namjoon, your eyes stinging. "Now I guess I know why."

His face softened with something like understanding, but he said nothing.

That night, you had sat on the edge of your bed, gripping your phone, staring at Yoongi's name on the screen, wondering what had changed. Wondering why, after a few weeks of silence, he had reached out—only to disappear again. 

You had told yourself it didn't matter. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he had come to his senses and realized there was nothing left to say. That the relationship had run its natural course.

But now...

Now you know the truth. Yoongi had tried, tried more than you knew. And they had taken that from him. From both of you.

You sucked in a deep breath, forcing yourself to keep it together, but Namjoon's next words cut through to your heart.

"You spent all this time thinking he didn't care enough," he said quietly. "And he spent all this time thinking he had no choice but to let you go."

A bitter laugh bubbled up in your throat, thick with disbelief and regret. "What a fucking mess we made, huh."

Namjoon gave you a wry, knowing look. "Yeah. But that doesn't mean you can't fix it."

Your breath came out unsteady. "Why didn't he ever tell me?"

Namjoon gave you a small, sad smile. "Because he didn't want you to know what he went through. He didn't want you to carry that weight."

Tears blurred your vision.

"I thought he just gave up on me," you admitted, voice breaking.

Namjoon shook his head. "Yoongi never gave up on you, Y/N. He just didn't know how to hold on without hurting you."

You wiped at your eyes quickly, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. "And now? Now that we've both hurt each other?"

Namjoon sighed, leaning back against the couch. "That's the thing about love, isn't it? It's not about never hurting each other. It's about what you do after."

Silence settled between you, thick with unspoken words.

Finally, you whispered, "I don't know how to fix this, Joon."

He gave you a small smile. "You don't have to figure it all out right now." His gaze was steady, reassuring. "Just start with tomorrow. Start with being good co-parents to Han."

Tomorrow. When Yoongi would meet his son for the first time.

You exhaled shakily, nodding. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

Later that night, after dinner and a bath, you sit Han on your lap, brushing a hand through his soft hair. The weight of him against you feels both comforting and terrifying, knowing how much his world is about to change.

"Han, baby," you say gently, drawing his attention. "Remember when you told Eomma you thought about your appa?"

He nods, big, curious eyes watching you, looking up at you with such innocent trust.

"How would you like to meet him tomorrow?"

There's a beat of silence as his little brain processes your words. Then, his eyes go wide with excitement.

"Yes, please!" he exclaims, bouncing slightly in your lap. "Really, Eomma? Really?"

Your heart swells, relief washing over you. If there was ever a sign that you were making the right decision, this was it. You hug Han close, kissing his temple.

"Okay, baby," you whisper, holding him just a little tighter. "Tomorrow, you'll meet your appa."

That night, as you watch Han sleep, your mind drifts to another lazy night, years ago...

The soft strumming of guitar strings filled your small apartment, mixing with the soft moonlight streaming through the windows. You were sprawled across your couch, textbooks scattered around you, but your attention kept drifting to Yoongi.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, an old guitar in his lap, dark hair falling into his eyes as he worked through a melody. He was wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, that silver chain glinting at his neck.

"You're staring again," he murmured without looking up, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Am not," you protested, even as you continued watching his fingers move across the strings. "I'm studying."

"Oh yeah?" He glanced up then, eyes twinkling. "What chapter are you on?"

The memory fades as you brush Han's hair from his forehead, seeing so much of Yoongi in his peaceful sleeping face. Tomorrow would change everything for him, but looking at your son now, you know it's worth whatever pain might come.

Because Han deserves to know his father. And Yoongi deserves to know his son.

As you drift off to sleep, you can almost hear the echo of that old guitar, mixing with the sound of your son's steady breathing, creating a melody of what was and what could be.

Tomorrow would be the beginning of something new—something scary and uncertain, but necessary. For all of you.

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[xislyns]

I don't know if your request is open or not.

and you can ignore this.

But I read your work and it's really sweet. So may I please request a Luffy x fem reader. It's complicated but here it goes can I please get an older version of luffy where he fights a devil fruit user and the Enemies power is to send somebody back in time. And the older version of luffy meets his old self and tells his old self that he is married to the reader and constantly flirts with her. Of course you don't have to do this and apology if I bother you

hi there! i actually really LOVED this request! and i really

LUFFYS ADVENTURE THROUGH TIME ⏳

ft' !Future Luffy x !F reader

op masterlist : 𐙚🧸ྀི || ⋆·˚ ༘ ASK STATUS IN DESC

summary : A peaceful day on the Sunny was abruptly disturbed when future Luffy appears, revealing he’s married to you in his timeline. Jealous and determined, present Luffy vows to win your heart again in his time

The Thousand Sunny sailed through calm waters, the peace of the day only interrupted by Luffy’s occasional outbursts of boredom. You stood by the railing, enjoying the breeze, when the captain himself flopped down dramatically beside you.

“im bored,” Luffy whined to you, tossing a piece of meat in the air and catching it with his mouth.

“Then do something ” you replied, glancing at ussop who is trying to pull a piece of his fabric stuck in the deck of the ship. “maybe you could help ussop or-”

Before you could finish, a loud, strange crackling sound filled the air.

The Sunny rocked violently as a bright flash lit up the deck. smoke and debris filling the air, causing everyone to cough and brace themselves for whats about to come. But when the light faded, you blinked and gasped.

Standing where the light had been was… another Luffy?

But this one was older, scars across his chest and a slightly taller, leaner build, slight suble growing on his chin. and his iconic straw hat hung on his back, yet his wide grin was just as goofy as the Luffy you knew.

“Oh man,” the older Luffy groaned, scratching his head. “Where am I now?” He looked around, his gaze landing on you. His grin widened. “Whoa! Y/N, you look alot younger!”

Your brow furrowed. “Wait, what?”

Present Luffy was already on his feet, glaring at the noticably older version of him. “Oi! Who are you?! And why are you talking to Y/N like that?!”

The older Luffy grinned even wider. “Woah! I’m you! From the future!”

Present Luffy blinked. “Huh?! How’s that even possible?”

“not sure but some weirdo with a devil fruit power zapped me here!” Future Luffy explained, flailing his arms dramatically. “I was fighting this guy and super strong, by the way. and bam! Next thing I know, I’m back on the Sunny! But… wait…” He squinted while looking at his surroundings. “Oh, this is the past Sunny! Cool! franky hasnt modified it much yet huh? shishishi ”

Present Luffy frowned. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” you snickered at your luffys obvious distaste.

Future Luffy ignored him and turned to you, his grin softer but still playful. “Y/N, it’s so weird seeing you like this again. In the future, we’re-”

“Don’t say it!” Present Luffy yelled, cutting him off.

Future Luffy tilted his head innocently. “Why not? It’s true! In the future, we’re married!”

You froze, your eyes widening. “WHATTTT? MARRIED?!!!!!"

Present Luffy practically exploded. “Married?! No way! That’s impossible!”

Future Luffy nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! You make me sandwiches, patch me up when I get hurt, and- oh! You even give me extra meat sometimes! You’re totaly the best wife ever!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how excited he looked. “Sounds like future me has a lot of patience.”

Present Luffy stomped his foot. “Stop making stuff up! She’s my crewmate!”

Future Luffy looked at him, then back at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, yeah. I forgot how jealous I used to get. Cute.”

“I am not jealous!” Present Luffy yelled, his face almost red, you werent sure if it was from being angered or flustered at his comment.

“Uh-huh.” Future Luffy crossed his arms, his grin turning smug. “You better step up your game, though. She’s gonna like me more. Right, Y/N?”

You smirked, leaning back against the railing. “Guess that depends on him, doesn’t it?”

Present Luffy froze, looking at you with wide eyes before turning back to his future self with a competitive gaze. “I’ll make sure she likes me way more! Don’t you worry about it!”

For the rest of the day, Future Luffy kept up his goofy antics, teasing his younger self and throwing compliments your way. Present Luffy stayed glued to your side, fuming every time his older self made you laugh.

When the time came for Future Luffy to return to his timeline, the same bright light began crackling around him. “Guess that Devil Fruit guy’s power is wearing off,” he said with a grin.

He gave you a wave, his voice cheerful. “Bye, Y/N! See you in the future! Don’t make it too hard on this guy, alright?”

With a flash, he was gone, leaving Present Luffy grumbling under his breath.

“I don’t like him,” he muttered.

You chuckled, nudging his shoulder. “But hey , He’s you, remember?”

“Yeah, but I’m better,” Luffy said firmly. He looked at you, his expression softening. “And I’ll make sure you like me in this timeline too.”

[letsgetrowdy43]

most wanted man (Rowan’s Version)—

Quinn Hughes x Lacey Porter

Warnings: No cw that I can think of, if there's any you think I should include, please lmk!!

Notes: a little blurb loosely based on Lucy Dacus new song “most wanted man” which I knew I needed to make the second the song was released two days ago :)))

Quinn's eyes caught Lacey’s from across the dinner table, a small smile on his face before he returned to his conversation with her nephew.

His gaze was so loving and lovesick in an endearing way before his attention fell back to the eight-year-old asking a million questions about hockey. Questions the man would answer with sincerity and so much excitement as they chatted about maybe getting the little boy and his sister to a game with their aunt.

It was a heart-warming scene, one that she felt so lucky to be able to witness and hold so close to her heart.

Dinner was concluded with a homemade cherry cheesecake made by Grandma Porter, which everyone was forced to have a slice of> The second the first person announced their fullness, Quinn was up on his feet and whisked all of the dishes away to take care of them while he urged his in-laws to relax.

Accompanied by Lacey, the two found themselves bumping shoulders with their hands in the warm soapy water.

He pressed gentle kisses to her shoulder or the side of her face every once in a while before she turned away to start wiping down and putting away the drying plates.

“You having fun?” She asked as her hands gently ran up his arm before taking a freshly cleaned glass from his hands to put away He hummed, concentrating on the dishes before looking up, “I am. I love how close your family is.” “They're your family too babe,” she watched as his cheeks reddened slightly before her hands moved to brush out his hair.

She loved their little life, the ease that came with loving Quinn and all his quirks. Like the way he shied away when she talked about how loved he was or the way he wanted to gain the 'cool uncle' title with her neices and nephews.

He was so attentive, and he loved not only her but her family with his whole heart.

"I promised Jackson and Ella could come to a game," he said, moving his attention from himself to the kids as she grinned at how his eyes lit up at the mention of the two little ones. "I told them you'd take them." "You realize you don't have to give them things to get on their good sides?" "I know, but it sure does help," he gently nudged her before he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips to stop her from any rebuttal.

"Well if it helps I'll gladly take them, and we can finally get those jerseys you bought them in use," she pulled away as he laughed before a loud cough forced their quiet moment into the background as Lacey's older sister walked in holding a stack of coffee cups from the post desert pallette cleanser.

"Less making out, more washing," she joked as she placed the stack next to the sink. Lacey's eyes nearly rolled out of her head as she tried to shoo her sister out of the kitchen, "we weren't making out, we were talking about taking your children to a game so you and Bryan could get a night to yourselves," she looked over to Quinn who was nodding along and smiling with a look of innocence spread across his face.

The woman's eyes narrowed as she looked at her little sister, "Im not buying it, but I would love to take you up on the offer," she said with a final grin and headed back out to the living room to join the rest of the family.

Lacey turned back to Quinn, his face a tint of red spread across his cheek that signified he was a little embarrassed of being caught. She moved to press a kiss to his lips, but he swerved skillfully as his hands found themselves back in the water to finish up.

"I can't believe you just moved away from my kiss," she faked offence as her arms crossed over her chest. Quinn shook his head gently, "can't have them thinking I'm slacking on my chores," he mused. "Their dishes can wait," he shook his head and continued the dishes, playfully ignoring her until she cupped his chin in her hand a pressed a plethora of sloppy kisses to his cheek.

The sound of his laughter was like music to her ears as she placed one last one to his chapped lips.

Loving Quinn was all-consuming but never overwhelming. If she had the time, she could write a book about him and the way he loved, never taking for granted a moment they shared.

She watched the gentle concentration on his face as he drained the sink and took the towel from her hands so he could finish her job, she smiled.

And it was moments that somehow fate, chance, or even God pulled them together, intertwining their paths and leading them to one another that allowed them to truly relish in the feeling of the truest form of love.

"I don't know if I tell you enough that I love you," she whispered as he smiled at the confession. "You don't have to say it, I feel it," he admitted softly while putting the cutlery back in the drawer.

He had such a way with words, so thoughtful, but also so effortless. He knew exactly what to say without having to think about it.

"Thank you for being so you," she watched as he stopped moving and turned to her with a little smile, placing the towel down to hold her. His calloused hands wrapped around her and landed on her back, thumbs running across the silky fabric of her dress. "Thank you for allowing me to love you and letting me into your family."

Tears nearly formed in her eyes as she pulled him in for a hug, her lips finding his shoulder as she just held him for a second.

They stood their for a few more seconds in the quiet bubble of love before quietly finishing the task at hand and joining the family in the den who were cheering along Ella who had insisted on doing her ballet roiutinue for the adults.

Life with Quinn and Lacey was so mundane, but it was so pure.

Made up of moments in the quiet of kitchens as they do dishes, hiding in bathrooms at college parties, or even in the quiet of arena parking lots, it was never about the place, their love peeked through in all settings.

And for as long as she could Lacey would hold on to Quinn because when you have the most loving man, you keep him as close to your heart as possible.

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[entamesubs]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Go Rush!! Episode 151 Sub Release (END)

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Please make sure to read the FAQ if you have any questions.

Thank you for three years of Go Rush!! There are notes from the team under this cut alongside the translation notes.

These three years have been a blast, and I hope you enjoy the last episode as much as we did!

Go Rush!!

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"Wings and Courage"

Yuuhi and Yuamu's names in Japanese are written as 遊飛 and 遊歩, respectively. The first kanji in their name is the standard Yu-Gi-Oh! protagonist yuu- (meaning "game"). The second kanji is what Yuudias refers to when he calls them his wings and courage.

Yuuhi's second kanji is 飛, meaning "to fly". Meanwhile, Yuamu's second kanji is 歩, meaning "to walk". By flying with Yuuhi's wings and walking forward with Yuamu's courage, Yuudias is complete.

遊天亜守 Yuudei Asu

Yuudias' old-timey name as revealed at the end is Yuudei Asu, complete with kanji. Altogether, the kanji seem to have mainly been picked just as a way to "spell out" the sound of "Yuudias" rather than for meaning.

However, if there's anyone that can wrangle meaning out of a couple mismatched kanji, it's me.

遊 - play, game 天 - sky, heavens 亜 - next, sub- 守 - guard, protector

This can be read, liberally, as "cosmic protector of games" or, more simply, by taking out the yuu- kanji that every Yu-Gi-Oh! protagonist has, "defender of the cosmos".

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Messages from the entameSubs Team

"i love you go rush and yuamu you will always be famous to me" - Tessa (aka batsugeemu, proofreader and pinch translator)

"Thank you for watching Yu-Gi-Oh! Sevens and Yu-Gi-Oh! Go Rush with our subtitles. I remember being six and watching Duel Monsters episodes split into three parts on Youtube--I never could have imagined actually working on any of the series myself. Even so, I'm really grateful for the past five years with entamesubs. I made irreplaceable friends, and my Japanese, which I had only learned lightly as a hobby, was able to help spread a series I love with so many people, and grow into a skill I'm proud to have. It's strange to think of a future filled with weekends without a new episode to watch or work on, but my love for Yu-Gi-Oh will never die! Until the next series, let's rush, rush, go rush!" - Yona (aka angelthinktank, proofreader and translator)

"one last pu-puku-pu" - Quas (aka quasthecat, quality checker)

"Rest easy yall knowing Yuga and the crew got their happy ending while Otes lived out his dumb old man life at the mercy of kuaidul" - Merlin (aka merlinwizaa, timer)

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At the end of a long five year journey, my work on Yu-Gi-Oh! SEVENS and Go Rush!! has now come to an end.

I don't quite know how to put my feelings into words, but first let me express my gratitude. Rush era Yu-Gi-Oh! saved my life in more ways than one, and has let me meet new friends and create wonderful memories with many people. Every episode that went by, and every week that passed as I worked on this series was a blast. My Japanese has improved considerably since I began, and I was able to flex my own writing muscles with the over-the-top summon chants that I always enjoy translating.

I remember being one of the only people that kept holding onto belief that Go Rush would get a third year - a belief that turned out to be true in December of 2023. It has been so very exciting to work on Go Rush and share my joy and passion with others.

In a similar vein to one of Arthur's tweets, aka the VA of Yuudias, I kept thinking to myself "once I type this last line, once I translate this final word, it'll all be over". At the push of a publish button, my work as part of [entameSubs] will come to a warm and bittersweet end.

Yuudias and the cast of Go Rush have truly been my sources of joy for the past three years, and I am sad to see them go. I am overwhelmed with emotion about the implications of the final episode, as Yuudias endured 500 long years to meet with the twins again.

I have cried in the middle of translating, and even while I was writing this, I delayed the final word of my translation just a little so it won't be "over" just yet.

As someone who has been watching Yu-Gi-Oh! live as it aired in Japan since 5Ds, I have to say this is the most emotional ending that has ever affected me so much in a Yu-Gi-Oh!. I am overcome with an appreciation and fondness for Go Rush, and it has become my absolute most favorite Yu-Gi-Oh!, bar none. And I have seen every single one without fail.

Once again, thank you for three years of Go Rush! Until the day I die, this series will stick with me into forever. The people I have met, the journey I have been on alongside these characters, growing up with them, and of course the entameSubs team has been a great source of happiness. I will miss all of it.

My fellow Go Rush countrymen! Let us meet again!

- Ciel (aka "entame", the main translator and head of entameSubs)

[bl-inded]

Faifa deserved to have better friends in the show! Because they didn't give him that, I think Yotha is just bearing the brunt of the show deciding Faifa only needed (romantic) "love" to be "seen". And Yotha is sadly the only one who talks about Faifa constantly enough to have to deal with it.

Listen, I love this show, especially the faifawine arc (honestly, because of the faifawine arc!). But this arc uses a storyline that I hate so much- "you just haven't met the right person" and somehow handles it so beautifully! Because the concept isn't that Wine was enough to change Faifa, it is that they loved each other enough to be a positive influence on each other. And that I 100% believe in and will always eat up!

But Faifa had virtually no friends in figuring anything out!! He is a very private person, obviously, he bottles everything up! And this arc was supposed to be about him not doing that anymore.

(ep22)

They made it a point to show us how often Faifa shows up for other people (which is constantly) and that is the reason most of us fell in love with him.

And when his arc started I was really excited about him finding love, but I was soooo excited to see Phuri, who was apparently his only real friend!

Louis is a delight in this show! Steals every scene he is in. What Phuri unfortunately isn't, is a good friend to Fa (at least he doesn't have enough screentime to prove otherwise). I love their playful banter, but he doesn't even do as much as Ben and Jay!

No one shows up for Faifa except Wine.

(ep21)

And Yotha- he shows up for Faifa when there is an external conflict. He's never been good with emotions.

(ep20)

I mean, he was so bad with Gun, Arm and Fa had to play mediator. So it's not a shock that he doesn't see Faifa is in soo much pain because of what their mom did. Yotha understands anger; he doesn't understand sadness over something that should make Fa angry.

(ep16)

But he still understands Faifa! (He's probably the only one at the table to make this connection and continues to do nothing about it :) )

(ep18)

And I think that's why he's getting so much flak. I think he's getting a disproportionate amount of hate (and defence) for what is happening to Faifa. But I'm still mad at Yotha, and this is why I feel justified about it.

I'm mad at Yotha because I want Faifa to be mad at Yotha. Because Yotha might be the safest person for Faifa to show his anger to, and he's too scared to do that, too! They are brothers, and it doesn't matter if it wasn't Yotha's responsibility to inform Fai of anything about his mother's flight being delayed- Yotha knew, and that alone should let Faifa be whiny and angry- but he wasn't.

(ep21)

I am angry because having a fight, showing you're upset, and knowing that your relationship is stronger than that is a privilege - one that Faifa doesn't seem to allow himself to have. If he has it with anyone, it should be with Yotha (or Phuri, but the show didn't give him much to do at all, but I digress).

We, as the audience, have seen Yotha, we know him, and we know he loves Faifa. And knowing he loved Fa makes it so much worse that he still doesn't feel loved or wanted. I don't think Yotha is a bad brother or a bad character. In fact, I'm angry because he's a well-written character!

(ep13) (Like, where did this Yotha go after he got a boyfriend??!)

It just seems like the show decided that he is going to be a Gun simp and nothing else. And that falls back into another trope I hate. Being in a romantic relationship is not an excuse to ignore everyone in your life. Priorities can change, but not to the extent that you only have one priority! Yotha is a better brother than that, and I think we deserve to see that side of him as well!

[ilysungho]

hi, hi, starrie here!

i'm so glad you asked for soft thoughts, to be honest i didn't know if you fucked with them since you make it very clear that this is a nsfw blog, so i'm just so happy right now.

since he dyed his hair i've been thinking about our favourite not fried (yet) blond haired boy, taesan!

i don't know why, my mind got plagued with the thought of girlfriend!reader helping taesan out with his hair.

you sitting on top of their bathroom sink, him standing up between your legs with one of his hands holding your waist and the other gently caressing your thigh. all meanwhile you brush the bleach over his grown out dark roots, just to spend hours in bed playing with his hair once you were done. who knows, maybe he even bleached a streak of your hair to match his as well.

idk i'm a sucker for domestic taesan, he's so dear to me.

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hi sweetheart! yes omg i love soft stuff! i haven't gotten the chance to write a lot about it but i also have soft hours always open, as i do with hard hours! honestly, sending asks about anything, whether it be hard or soft or angst or any other emotion is totally fine; i would love to write about it all! as for what you've said, this is actually such an adorable ask ohhhh T^T i absolutely love your thoughts and am left speechless every time... and i have to say, the sungho one you sent yesterday was divine! i'm actually so excited to answer that, just give me some time darling <3

when news came that taesan had to dye his hair to a color it had never been before, you were ecstatic to see your boyfriend radiating a new glow. the excitement of him walking through the door in his new light pinkish brown locks had you smitten, both with the color but more so with the man. you darted to the door to engulf him in an excited hug as he returned one back. "you look so good baby!" "thank you my love, but you're gonna have to help me keep them in check alright?"

that's how you found yourself seated on the ledge of the bathroom sink a couple weeks later with the boy between your thighs. sharing laughter while he talked about his day and you talked about yours, your hands gently applied the bleach on his roots. taesan would lean in sometimes to kiss your lips, both giggling after every time. it was such an intimate moment, being so close in each others' presences as you both shared simple things. his eyes looked at you ever softly as yours were trained on getting each part of his roots painted right. he couldn't have been more grateful that it was you helping him out even though he could've just done it himself. he'd even take the brush with some leftover dye from you, a soft "may i?" coming out as you nod. his touch is delicate as he brushes the pieces framing your face, dyeing them to match the color of his own.

after some time, finishing the process and showering together, your fingers would be tangled in his redyed hair, soft as ever after you both helped dry each others' hair. he'd put some music playing from his record player and dimmed the lights to a soft yellow, bright enough to still be able to see your lovely face as you both get under the covers and cuddle. your fingers stay twirling his strands, commenting on how soft they are, and taesan stays being quiet, only humming when necessary. kisses on your forehead are placed as you drift off to sleep, him following suit after whispering i love you against your lips. one last kiss and you both meet in your dreams for the night <3

[angeliteeyes]

Now, that we've set the groundwork for amazing Oni S/O for Herta~, let's have them being sent to penacony during the events of the Watchmaker incident on behalf of Herta cause I feel she'd definitely receive an invitation and they end up running into the Astral express and more importantly their older sister. For added drama, they thought the other was dead.

A little embarrassed... but I drew this for you (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶) based Oni's hair off of Acheron's during Izumo times but made it more androgynous

The Herta x Oni Reader - Penacony Encounters

-> Masterlist with all Herta x Oni works

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"Stop moving around so much. You're the one that asked me to help you get dolled up, you know?"

You can't help but squirm as Herta straddles your lap, one hand coated with skincare products and the other holding your face still. Although cosmetics like this were baked into your homeland, Izumo's culture, you typically spared the effort. You would've today, too, if it weren't for the upcoming excitement.

After Herta received an invitation to Penacony, she had deemed it unworthy of her time. Instead, she handed it over to you. She claims that her decision's due to her believing you'll have fun there, but... you can tell by the glint in her eyes that she's hiding something from you. Not that it bothers you much. You'll figure it out soon anyway, right?

"How much longer is this going to take? It's almost time for me to go." You look up to pout at her.

"Oh, enough of that. You're the one who was causing so much mischief that I had to personally step in and clean up your mess. You're lucky I like you, or I'd have thrown you out into the cosmos for that stunt." You groan, knowing she has a point, and let her work her magic.

"There, that should do it. Now be good while you're out, alright? Oh, who am I kidding—I'll be amazed if you don't blow up the planet." You two giggle in each other's embrace despite the teasing remarks.

"No promises. I'll see you soon, Herta." She hums mildly in reply as you stretch your limbs in preparation. Right before you leave your shared room, she calls out to you.

"Dearest, remember to keep your eyes peeled. This is a rather large gathering. I'm sure you'll find... someone of interest to you."

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You'd seen the scenery of Penacony countless times in photos, especially since Sparkle arrived before you, but... wow. Nothing could've prepared you for this dazzling view. Perhaps this was why Herta got so pushy about this trip?

Speaking of, her final words play in your head once again. Someone of interest, huh. Your eyes scan over the ever-growing collection of people surrounding you. Surely, at least a few celebrities had to be sprinkled in. You just have to scout them out.

Orrrrrr maybe not.

"I'm sorry, but your name really isn't in the system."

"But in the information I received from the Astral Express, it states that we already reserved rooms. Please check again for me."

Your keen ears know the sound of trouble like the back of your hand. Before long, you find yourself right behind none other than Himeko. You'd heard of her from Herta's stories, but you never considered that you could run into her. Quickly, you lift the chest area of your hoodie to cover your lips. It would be so embarrassing to be caught fangirling about her, but how could you not? It's Himeko, the leader of the Astral Express.

Unfortunately, your fun has to end as more and more of the crew members show up. That's so lame! Surely it's not a problem if you just snap a couple of photos as compensation, right? Right? You totally deserve it.

After taking an embarrassing number of pictures on your phone, you decide to turn around and get away before someone spots you. You shift your gaze back and forth, feeling a bit nervous. Thankfully, there's nobody... looking...

. . .

Huh ?

That can't . . .

"Why are you here... Mei?"

She turns and looks at you. This is her. It has to be her. You would never forget your sister's eyes, no matter how much time has passed.

"Mei... Mei!" Before she can respond, your body lunges towards her. Finally holding her again, embracing her, feeling her warmth... every memory you'd tried to bury came rushing back to you like a flood. "I can't—I can't believe you're alive."

You feel a palm press into the back of your head gently, cautiously. As you look up to meet her eyes, you notice how wide they are. The way her breath falters. And as you gaze at her expression and body language, you realize that she, too, must have been left in the dark.

"I don't understand... How did you survive?" Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, but that's alright. You are too.

"Well, Aha sort of saved the day for me back when... you know. That was all happening. What about you? How are you alive?" You two share a biting sense of somberness at the memories of your pasts. The ends of her lips turn downwards.

"I'm afraid I can't say that here. Listen to me." She places her hands on your shoulders. "This place is too dangerous for you. You must leave right now, while you still can."

Your breath hitches. "What? But we finally found each other after all these years, and now you're telling me to just abandon you?" It feels like the world around you is collapsing all over again. A couple of guests begin to turn towards you two, but it's hard to care anymore.

She reaches out to hold the side of your face, wiping the tears now trailing across it. "I don't like this either, but... I need you to be safe. Do you understand?" After many sobs leave your body, you eventually regain most of your composure.

"You have to promise me something first. Promise me that we'll see each other again." She pauses, then slowly nods. The two of you hurriedly exchange your contact information, her rushing you for reasons unknown. With one final embrace, she sends you off on your way.

Before you leave for good, you take one last look behind you and wave one of your hands meagerly in the air at her. This may be goodbye for now, but it's not the end. After all, both of you managed to survive and reunite after everything that had happened so far. A couple of extra days couldn't stop you now. You're sure that, in due time, you'll be by each other's side once again.

Meanwhile, a shadowy woman's figure steps out from the darkness.

"Interesting... I didn't expect you two to know each other, Acheron. Or should I say Mei?"

[elrielffs]

Elriel is slow burn. I love that theyre not like Nessian or Feysand. They're different. Two people getting over their old lovers and finding each other. I think the reason why im so obsessed with them is because its not all about the dagger girl x whatever man trope that everyone seems to obsessed over these days, its so overused. I love how soft they can be. soft couples deserve better.

Yes anon! Elriel is the slowest of burns. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my enemies to lovers, bombastic romances where they bicker and argue, I loved the Rowaelins, the Feysands, the Nessians--but they've all become a dime a dozen. SJM is literally the blue print that all current/modern romantasy operates off of now.

Elriel to me is something new, not only for SJM but for the genre. She's written Elain adjacent FMCs before--Yrene and Elide but I don't think their MC and romance follow the trajectory that Elriel are on.

Elriel to me has the chance to be Romantic. Yes yes, all the couples are romantic but Elriel is Romantic. It's something new for SJM, not just their relationship but their story together in general and I'm also hoping it brings a new trend to a tired and worn derivative genre. The current trends have their place ofc and I'm not saying they are bad, just that it is overdone and and overwhelming an already overabundant genre that is quickly become fast fashion and paint by the numbers.

And topped off that Elain and Azriel are both mysterious characters, I disagree with people that say Elain is "unbaked" because if you pay attention to her scenes you can see there is more going on there then the surface level. (I find it hilarious that Elain's personal arc is about blooming into her true personality and showing everyone that she is more than they believe her to be at surface level because a good chunk of this fandom follows that narrative along with characters trying to box her in.) SJM has said that Elain is a walking spoiler and that's why we haven't gotten her POV or anything. She's being kept under lock and key because there's so much surrounding her. And Azriel, for all we have gotten hints here and there, we don't really know that much about either. See how people screamed and cried he was OOC with the one POV we got of him (we all know why they say that...) it's because people don't really know or understand Azriel either. He was not OOC to me.

Romances like Elriel don't get written that often because they are harder because you can't fall back on filler "banter" and petty arguments or an already pre- established bond to short cut to tension or interest. You actually have to build the romance from the ground up and have actual conversations. Elriel are soft with each other, their relationship isn't full of blown out arguments or witty remarks back and forth that we've seen over and over and I am so excited to see how SJM plays them, how they interact from their POV, how their conversations go.

Elriel have the potential not only to be amazing but to be the best romance for me personally. I have liked other couples of course, but no way have I ever been this ride or die for a ship. I am so ready for their book. People can not like it or whatever, fine, not everything is everyone's cup of tea but no one can say it's something they have seen before from SJM or in the genre.

[biteghost]

So I just reread BACKLASH after seeing new stuff on the cast page, and I wanted to drop by and say how much I frickin LOVE your comic!! Your characters have been scratching an itch in my brain since high school. I love how expressive your writing and your art is- both in the snark and sass and funny moments, and the serious and impactful ones. Your dialogue especially feels very natural to me- in every interaction, every character feels like a Person with a complex personality and a much deeper life than what we get to see on the page, even the side characters. And your planting for future events is so well done! I love the way you drop hints about future characters and show off the connections between existing ones. It's especially cool to reread after becoming more familiar with your other work and listening to those episodes of Blueshift you had up a while back- there are so many little background cameos to catch and so many small details about the world that make it feel real and fleshed out when you know what to look for. Your writing and characters and art were a huge inspiration to me when I first came across your work, and they remain so to this day. It's cool seeing some of your work again, especially after you've gone so quiet here on tumblr. I'm really looking forward to reading more Backlash someday, whenever that may be.

This is such a kind and thoughtful ask that I can't really put together the words for how it hit me, but I'll try to stream something along here.

At the end of the day all my stories, characters and comics are made for myself. I make them because I love to make them, and because I have fun doing it. But if that were purely the case, I wouldn't have an online gallery at all. I share my work online for the potential enjoyment of others, too. The two truths are 1) I make what I want to as ways of expressing myself, sorting through my own life, feelings and experiences 2) I think that perhaps my own experiences, though unique to me, might have a relatable core that could help others like me feel seen.

My creative energy and artistic output fluctuate with the highs and lows of my life. The amount that personal tragedy (no matter how large or small) effects the mind, body and spirit always surprises me, even as it proves true again and again with the passing of the years. The older I get, the more road traveled I have to look back on. A lot of times I am really upset by what that road looks like to me.

Frankly, I've had a pretty hard couple of years and 2025 is shaping up to be a roller coaster too. Despite therapy and working on myself, I've felt a very strong disappointment. It feels like I've missed the opportunity to tell my stories effectively because of how long I've taken to make them. Surely anyone who was interested in the stories I weave have long hit the road for other stories with more consistent updates.

I'm not really cut out for an internet that 'requires' constant posting anymore. I either have things to share, or I don't. I'm either on, or I'm off. I'm so burnt out and unable to function at times that it's a miracle I get out of bed (shout out to my partner for flipping me out of bed like a pancake when it's that dire lol).

So all that to say that, it really does cheer me up to hear that you've gone out of your way to re-read my comic that hasn't updated since mid 2023. It makes me excited that upon a re-read you've been able to pick up on the little details I've sprinkled throughout earlier chapters. (I looove the feeling of "IT'S BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME" when I revisit a work, so I wanted to try making a series with that aspect to it, too. Really happy it's started paying off even if we're not even finished yet!) A lot of the specifics here are things I've purposefully tried to accomplish in my work, and it's very heartening to hear someone praise those things unprompted. It's like, woah! Someone noticed the effort! Yippee!

Thank you for your support and for taking the time to express that to me in ask-form. It lifts my spirits and encourages me to keep working through the low days! I'm not going to let BACKLASH go until the story is finished, even if it takes until I'm 70 years old, haha. (Hopefully it won't - it's only supposed to be 20 chapters long, but you get my point haha).

Long response is long - thank you again for your kindness and for reading!

[arandomao3user]

Bbgrl Stephcass smut exists if you really want it leave wfa alone

XD Is... Is this my first real anon hate? My dude, this isn't about smut, also don't misgender me with that bbgrl bull, you transphobic weed killer. If you can click the ask button you can read my pronouns, but I'm sure being a transphobic piece of s#&$ is easier than reading, for you.

Anyways! This is universally about bad writers across all DC, but I can't even expect you to know anything about writing because you have the grammar skills of a two year old.

** Babygirl, Stephcass smut exists if you really want it. Leave Wayne Family Adventures alone.

OR

*Bbgrl, StephCass smut exists if you really want it. Leave WFA alone."

Alternatively, depending on your mood, you can end the sentence in either a "!" To show excitement or anger, and "?" To be like "what the f#&% is this dude on about?"

Commas are important, because what you write was that Baby girls Steph Cass smut exists if I really like it and it.. That... And. That... That confuses and concerns me??? You good??? Whatchu readin'? What's the Ao3 history lookin' like? We good?

I am sorry I was not worth the time to add a single ounce of grammar into the singular... not even a sentence, whatever you just wrote in 0.5 seconds because I triggered you and on the way to the block button you stumbled upon the ask button instead.

Common mistake, you're forgiven! Have some Tim to cope.

Anywho, I am not sure what specifically this is directed at, or why you're so pressed over the fact I'm calling out the writers on their bull of forcing Steph and Tim alongside Steph and Cass into the sibling box instead of acknowledging the romance that happened between Steph and Tim and how it affected both of them as characters, same with Stephanie and Cass. I'm not even a die hard StephCass shipper, but I can still be mad that WFA continues to fail the entire third season by mischaracterizing everyone, but especially Cass to an offensive point and calling Steph and Cass sisters despite them not sharing, being raised by, nor being adopted by the same person or people.

Stephanie is NOT her family.

I could care less if the ship becomes canon or is canon, my problem is the family dynamics that DC cannot ever acknowledge but they also wanna shove the "sibling" label onto characters who AREN'T related by law or blood. Siblings? Tim, Jason, Dick, Damian, Cass. All adopted legally by the same man at one point or another. They are siblings, Duke isn't included because he was never adopted by Bruce nor does he live with him in the main continuity. Steph and Cass? They are not siblings and it's ridiculous to consider them as such when it's acknowledged (panel above) that they AREN'T. What they are doesn't really have a name and it doesn't need one, but hey, go off and defend a comic series to ME, A CONSUMER OF SAID SERIES, WHO READS THE NEW PART EVERY THURSDAY MORNING, without realizing or acknowledging a single point I am trying to make.

Now, apologies if this was to passive aggressive or if it was to many words for you, but I have been caring for seven children and my mentally disabled Mother while my own health issues flare up as I chug down my seventh coffee in hopes of making it thirty minutes through the second season of Bluey with a toddler and another child with ADHD while cooking four different pizzas to feed a family of ten. I sat down to scarf down a meal that's gonna make me sick in less then ten minutes from now, and I find you misgendering me and insulting me in my own space because you're to hurt to find the block button, instead choosing to anonymously insult a stranger on the internet over a literal splice of life comic series about group of superheroes.

Anyways! Have a good day and may TimBern be with you :D

(Fun Tip that can help you later: Use the block button if you're triggered and unable to calmly debate or talk with someone on the internet.)

[sonic-takeover]

hi my curious ass is BACK after literally 10 minutes I'm SO SORRY 💔

but I was catching up on the LORE (to be read in game theorist MatPat's voice) and.

SONADOW‼️🎉🎉

Im fr tweaking out in my bedroom at 2 am because of this blog I'VE BEEN HERE TEN MINUTES AND I LOVE IT ‼️‼️

so bc my brain is holding ten thousand billion thoughts at once (shocker), and Im a little lost on the story, can I get a quick recap on the sonadow situation orrr???

yet again, hate to pester, excited to be answered!!(≧∇≦)b

Happy to have you here! Don't be afraid to send asks! Okay so it's a bit crazy, but here's the story:

Sonic and Shadow were friends/rivals at the beginning. People started asking them how they feel about each other, but they were both in deeeeep deep denial. Eventually, Sonic talked about how much Shadow means to him and Rouge got a screenshot of that message. There was a whole fiasco of them losing the phone and trying to get it to Shadow as it passed from one person to the next, but when Shadow got to it, he thought it was platonic. Amy saw everything going on and got jealous, attacking Shadow. Sonic saved him and rejected Amy for good. Amy took her time healing her heartbreak while Metal Sonic made his intentions clear and waited for her to be ready to date. Meanwhile, Shadow and Sonic stayed in the depths of denial even in the face of being forced to share a room and a bed in the bigass house. They grew more and more comfortable with each other (even cuddling to sleep) but still didn't know their feelings went both ways. An anon left an Eggman brand body swapping ray on their floor and they swapped bodies and broke the ray by accident. They tried to hide the switch, but it wasn't easy. They were found out pretty quickly and Tails started trying to repair the ray. The two of them started bonding by doing each other's makeup and racing indoors, and on the last night of their switch, Sonic (in Shadow's body) sang I Hear a Symphony for shadow specifically during karaoke, publicly serenading him. He reached out his hand and Shadow almost took it, but plot twist! Tails got kidnapped by Eggman when going to him for help repairing the ray. The group all went to save him and during that mission, they fought a robot which zapped Shadow in the chest with a laser. Sonic used the almost-fixed ray to swap them back and broke it again. Now Sonic was injured and Shadow had to nurse him back to health, but now he had finally accepted his feelings for Shadow. He started flirting with him, which Shadow dismissed as him being delirious from the pain of his injury. Eventually, they decided it was a good idea to write each other love letters explaining their true feelings. Unfortunately, Shadow writes in cursive and Sonic has both terrible handwriting and terrible spelling when not using autocorrect, so neither of them could read or understand the letters. They both thought it was a rejection letter, which caused even more confusion. Rouge told Sonic that Shadow liked him back, and Amy read Shadow's letter so Sonic since she could read cursive. Everyone went to find the chaos emeralds, since Sonic now had a plan to confess to him. Once gathered, he went super with Shadow and took him to the moon, where they watched the sky, slow danced, and finally kissed as the sun rose over the Earth. Now they're official boyfriends with three kitten children (Flash, Freeze, and Firefly), but there are still some secrets lurking in their pasts.. things they're not sure they feel ready to share.

Whew! I'm gonna check that for typos later. But that's Sonadow so far! Hope this helps!

-Mod