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leviscolwill · 8 months

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adore

pairing: bsf!jude x fem!reader

summary: you adored your friendship with jude, but sometimes you wished things weren't so complicated between the two of you. [wc: 3,2k]

contents: mostly angst ??? a few cute moments here and there bc i'm fluff girly thru and thru 🤞, they can't communicate to save their life, drunk jude, a random man being annoying, jude being a dumb fuck, language, did i miss anything ?

note: this wip has been rotting in my drafts for a couple of months, i hope you enjoy it because i really enjoyed writing it 🫶

now playing adore by cashmere cat & ariana grande...

"please don't leave me y/n... you don't understand, i need you here."

"jude, i'm literally going to the toilet. i'll be back in 5 minutes, now let me go."

your best friend had always been the clingy type whenever he'd reach his alcohol limit (which was usually only after a couple of drinks). but tonight he was practically glued to your side, not that you minded, you basically spent your whole life attached by the hip. but you had to admit, it hurt a bit to see the person you couldn't have, not in the way you wanted to have him, at least, act all lovey-dovey with you.

the nature of your relationship with jude was complex, to say the least. he was your best friend since you were kids and you wouldn't change that for the world. but the way he looked at you sometimes made you yearn for something more, or whenever his touches on your shoulder or your waist would linger a bit too long to be friendly. maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, after all, the chances of jude wanting you the way you wanted him were very low, not to mention the fact you led two different lives. but it didn't matter, you could manage to live and long for him with the hope that one day you could be more than a best friend to him. and this thought was all you needed to face him and his sparkly eyes for the rest of the night.

when you got out of the bathroom, your mind was still full of thoughts of your relationship with jude running in your mind. you were so engrossed in your thoughts that you bumped into a man's chest, not really being careful about your surroundings.

"i'm sorry, i wasn't looking." you quickly apologise to him, you were already on your way to your friends before the man grabbed your wrist, quickly letting it go.

"it's okay sweetheart, can i get your name as an apology ?" you cringed at his poor attempt at flirting with you, but you weren't feeling confrontational tonight.

"i'm-"

"y/n !" jude's voice made your head turn in surprise.

"you were gone for so long i almost forgot what your beautiful face looked like." he said smashing his face on your shoulder.

"is that your boyfriend?"

"ummm, no he's my-"

"depends who's asking." jude interrupted you, side-eyeing the nameless man.

"jude. i can speak for myself." the look he gave you broke your heart a bit, his lips pouting in sadness.

"if he is not your boyfriend, i'd gladly take your number, might even take you back to my hotel room..." it was obvious to everyone around that the situation was uncomfortable for you, that familiar feeling of disgust you always got when a man was being too friendly creeping on you.

"who do you think you are?" your best friend stared at the man with a frown on his face.

"jude, let's not..." the tension between the two men was evident as people stopped to stare at whatever was happening.

"relax mate, i just wanna talk to your friend nothing more." the stranger grabbed your wrist, still looking at jude, testing him, testing how far he would go to stop this.

"let me go." you didn't have to try getting away from him because jude did it for you.

the nameless guy suddenly let you go, and seeing him hold his jaw while screaming profanities at your best friend was all you needed to understand what just happened. jude punched him, but the alcohol in his veins prevented him from dodging the punch that came straight for his eyebrow.

immediately you took jude's arm before he found another idea to mess up your night some more, and walked out of the packed club for some air. you ordered a uber for the two of you and texted your friends that you were getting home early.

even fresh air couldn't rid you of the anger that coursed through your body. of course, you were mad at the man who couldn't keep his hands to himself. but another part of you couldn't help but be pissed at jude and his impulsive behaviour. but when you looked at him and saw blood trickle down from his eyebrow, everything was suddenly forgotten and you could only worry.

"fuck you're bleeding, why didn't you tell me? fuck, fuck, fuck." you searched through your bag for a tissue, mentally cursing yourself for how messy it was, and handed one to jude.

"just didn't wanna bother you..." he mumbled, holding it to his wound.

you both waited for the uber in complete silence, you knew you needed to have a conversation with jude about what just happened but you'd do it tomorrow, when he was sober and when your judgement wouldn't be clouded by anger.

thankfully, your uber didn't take too long to arrive, you helped jude put his seatbelt on after watching him struggle with it for a good minute. the atmosphere was tense and it seemed the driver felt it so he didn't try to make conversation with any of you.

you were halfway to your destination when you felt jude's fingers brush against yours lightly. you took a glance at where your hand lay, on the middle seat, jude's hand was right next to yours and when you looked at him he was suddenly entranced by his shoes, busy pretending it never happened.

you were sick of him acting like a child, so you held his hand, since he obviously wouldn't do it himself. the rest of the drive was silent but the atmosphere was peaceful, a nice change from the club.

you let go of jude's hand once you arrived at the villa you rented with your group of friends. you immediately took jude to the bathroom to clean his cut, he looked like a child while you were gathering the material you needed, mumbling words to himself with a frown on his face.

"is it gonna hurt?"

"probably not." these were the first words you exchanged since the club, the uneasy atmosphere of the room wasn't one you were used to whenever you were with jude. he was the one person who could understand you the best in the world, but it just wasn't the case tonight.

"can you hold my hand?" it was like he turned four again. but you couldn't deny anything from him, especially not when his eyes were glassy from all the drinks he had, so you took jude's hand in yours.

you started cleaning the cut, fully focused on your task, trying your best not to be distracted by the way your faces were inches from each other's.

"you're so pretty..."

if there was one thing you knew about drunk jude, it was that had loose lips. he couldn't keep any secret from you whenever he had the right amount of alcohol in his veins, and that often worked in your favour, but right now his words were only distracting you from your job.

"don't say that..." your heart was racing both at his words and at the proximity you two shared.

"i mean it." he was tracing your jaw with his fingers. you felt your hand quiver at the unexpected contact, and afraid you might mess something up because of jude, you quickly put a bandage on top of his, now clean, cut.

you started tidying up everything you used and expected jude to go to his room but he didn't budge.

"what's wrong?" you were a bit worried his injury was more serious than you thought and his brain was just working a bit slower than usual.

"kiss it better... please?" he said pointing at his bandage with a kissy face.

you were torn between kissing or slapping some sense into the boy standing in front of you. jude bent down so your face was in front of his, you obliged because you knew hammered jude would not have let you go to bed before you kissed him better. not because you wanted to, of course.

he was still unmoved, looking deep into your eyes so you took his hand in yours and led him to his bedroom for him to get a good night of sleep.

once you got jude to his bedroom safely, which wasn't an easy task given how starstruck he was at every little everyday thing in the house, he threw himself on his bed and grumbled something about clothes, before taking off his shirt with no prior notice. you immediately looked at your feet to give him some privacy while he changed clothes. he only giggled at your action saying he knows how much you would like to watch undress. which wasn't true, of course.

you took a quick peek, to make sure he was under his sheets. handing him a glass of water once he had his sheets pulled up to his chin and a content look on his face.

"no thanks, i'm not hungry."

"this is a glass of water?" you were perplexed at jude's words. the fatigue of your body preventing you from trying to understand his nonsense.

"well, i'm not hungry for water." you sighed at his childlike behaviour and considered shoving the water down his throat at some point before retracting, not really wanting to deal with the homicide of one the most in-demand football players of the moment.

you placed the glass on his bedside table and walked towards the door, unwilling to talk to a very drunk jude when all your body asked for was a good night of sleep.

but you couldn't ignore jude calling your name in a tired voice. you turned around to listen to whatever he had to say to you, only for him to beckon you closer with his hand. you rolled your eyes but still obliged, sitting on the unoccupied side of his bed.

"i just wanted to know why you were mad at me tonight." you didn't want to have this conversation tonight, but it seemed jude had other plans.

"because even if your intention was right, i think we could've solved the issue with no fits of screaming and fighting. i know you meant right but you can't just act without thinking all the time." you weren't even sure jude was registering your words properly, his eyes moving up and down your face.

"but i was mad at him too, he kept talking to my girl as if i wasn't right there." although jude was hardly convincing by the way the words came out of his mouth all slurred, you had to admit him calling you his girl put a faint smile on your face.

you thought your best friend was done but he just kept right on.

"fuck, you don't even know how many times i wished i was your boyfriend to stop these men looking at you that way. i mean i wished i was your boyfriend all the time, but especially then and also when you show me whoever you're talking to, you really have a vile taste in men y'know."

you looked at jude in total shock, he wasn't aware of what he just said from the way his face had the same drunken expression as before.

"do you mean it?" maybe he was pulling a prank on you. the look on his face didn't seem too serious, but then again he was drunk, how could you know how serious he was?

he laughed, how could he laugh in what was a very serious situation from your point of view?

"of course i mean it, sometimes it even looks like you want me too, maybe i just thought wrong. just tell me you don't want me, i reckon i could live with the fact i'm your best friend a bit longer." jude's nonsense somehow got even more nonsensical. how could he be saying all this with a smile on his face? even worse, how could he possibly think you didn't want him to be your boyfriend? you didn't even know what to say to him. hell, was there even a right thing to say in this exact situation?

"you can't do this to me jude... you can't just say this shit to me when you're drunk out of your mind. what do you expect me to say? i don't even know if you're aware of what you're telling me right now." words finally found their way out, your voice was much less cheery and much angrier than his as you felt a sense of injustice seeping through your veins. how could he say this to you like it was the simplest thing in the world? did he only love you when he was drunk? did he actually mean that, or was he over-exaggerating things under the influence?

"i love you and i loved you for a long time, please believe me, i know you're my best friend, and i don't want to ruin things between us... but i just needed to get this off my chest." jude was truly confused as to why you were so mad at him for this sudden 'confession'. of course, you didn't have to reciprocate his feelings, but he could only think about how he ruined your friendship for good from the way you responded so vehemently.

"goodnight jude." you left his room before he could add anything, and your thoughts were already running wild. you weren't sure if you should be feeling happy that he felt for you what you felt for him, or if you should be mad at jude for dropping this bomb on you so suddenly when he could clearly not think straight, making you doubt about the whole thing.

if you were overthinking before, your brain was now about to explode from everything that just happened in the span of an hour.

once you got under your sheets, no amount of sheep counting, lofi music, or breathing methods could put you to sleep. your brain was screaming at you, urging you to freak out about what just happened. every and each of your thoughts led back to jude, your own brain was torturing you, forcing you to separate truth from fiction at 3am.

you wished jude told you the truth, you wished his drunken words were his sober thoughts. but you didn't know how you were supposed to act like this never happened if this wasn't the case. how could you possibly come back to your little role, so well perfected over the years, of jude's best friend after he gave you the smallest glimpse of hope? your friendship with jude was the most important thing for you, but you wondered if you'd be able to pretend for the rest of your life or if you would go insane before that.

when sleep finally started taking over your endless train of thought, you came to the conclusion that if he meant what he said earlier, he'd have no issues telling you once he sobered up. you comforted yourself with this idea while your eyes closed by themselves, no more energy left in them to fight for the sake of overthinking.

jude had been avoiding you all day. the only time you exchanged an eye contact was during breakfast and even then he quickly went back to his room, not speaking a word to you. you could tell he was avoiding you like the plague, if he happened to be where you were he'd immediately flee the room, suddenly mesmerized by his phone.

you wished you were mad at him for how he was treating you and how he was making you feel, but the truth is, you could only focus on your heart breaking a little more each time he'd walk past you like you were two strangers.

after dining with the rest of your friends, you decided you were sick of jude's little games. if he didn't want to talk to you, then you would confront him whether he liked it or not.

it took you all the strength of the world to knock on his door after taking a deep breath.

no answer.

there was no way he knew it was you, you were sure of it. maybe he was just avoiding everyone tonight? you quickly refuted this idea, you saw him laugh with a couple of your friends half an hour ago.

you knocked again, a bit harsher this time to make sure he'd hear it. still nothing. you were preparing yourself to knock one more time, with much less hope than the first time.

"y/n, what are you doing?" yasmeen's voice startled you, it almost felt like getting caught doing something you shouldn't be doing.

"um... just needed to talk to jude, do you know where he is?" you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the question. you were his best friend, if anyone should know where he was, that would be you. and your friend's dumbfounded look wasn't helping the heat creeping on your face right now.

"what do you mean? he left like an hour ago, had an unexpected meeting in london or something like that... he didn't tell you?"

it had been a very long time since you felt this way, maybe since middle school when your math teacher made fun of you in front of the whole class. your mouth suddenly drying, the sensation of your heart constricting, and your eyes stinging, trying their best not to let the sadness spill. it all felt like one big joke, you hoped jude would open the door, he'd tell you he was messing with you, he'd tell you everything he said last night again.

but that moment did not come. you couldn't answer yasmeen, afraid that the truth might spill along with your tears if you uttered a word. you simply shook your head, and went to your room, trying your best not to meet her eyes. your friends weren't blind, they could tell something was wrong between jude and you today, although none of them asked you what happened, they just kept a watchful eye on you and the way you looked at jude, in hopes he'd look back.

it felt good to cry in the privacy of your own room, far from the speculative conversation others were most likely having about the whole situation.

once your eyes were short of tears, you somehow found the strength to take your phone and click on your messages with jude to type a new one.

let's just keep doing what you did all day

i'll pretend you don't exist and last night never happened

probably best for us :)

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nogenderbee · 3 months

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hello, I hope you are having a good day. She wanted to ask for some platonic headcanons for the demon siblings and how they would react if they saw her sister (who is the 8th) defend the brother in question over some harmful comments another demon said to them. She is very protective and doesn't let anyone speak badly about her brothers > :).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ *inhales* FINALLY CHILD READER WITH OM OMG I LOVE IT SM

Anyway~ hello! I did one-shot format because I felt like headcanons would turn out too repeative... I'm still not sure about it but hopefully it's alright!

I didn't do much dialogues because I really can't write fights well... but maybe one day!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic, TW: swearing, fights, homophobia in Asmo's part

"Who does he think he is?!"

You heard some lesser demon complaining at Lucifer behind his back just because he confiscated their phones for breaking school rules. They were at fault for recording what they shouldn't!

"That fuck is probably jealous you have a girlfriend and he never even touched one."

That was so basic and yet it triggered you so much. You knew you shouldn't even bother after hearing such a low level insult but it was still an insult towards your older brother!!

You turned around to them, coming closer. They were definitely having small chuckle when they saw a teenager walking to towards adults like that. But oh boy... how you could insult others... you were even about to throw hands!

"That's enough!"

Suddenly you heard familiar voice behind you and hand separating you from other demons. It was the oldest of your brothers. He sent the lesser demons out and told them he'll set a punishment for their actions later as he deals with you first. He just looked at you slightly disappointed as he held end of his nose.

"Why did you throw hands at such a troublemakers? We talked about it, if someone brings you troubles just talk to me and I'll handle it."

"But they were insulting you!"

"And I could've dealt with it myself."

He may've said that and may've upset you a bit but deep inside his heart actually melted. He felt a bit happy that you'd want to protect his honor despite being so much younger. Of course, he'll never let that happen as he doesn't want to risk your health and life but it definitely made his day and you may know that from the fact he didn't punished anyone as roughly as usually.

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"He's literally so dumb! I can't believe he asked me for money while everyone knows he's NEVER gonna give it back!"

You overheard some demons starting a talk the second after your 2nd oldest brother left the room. When they were talking to him they so respectfully said no and that they don't have anything on them either way... but demons are cruel and you knew it.

So you being you, couldn't just let them get away with that. Maybe you were a long shorter but you WERE good at throwing! And it was just you and them in the classroom... classroom with singular chairs instead of benches... your plan was simple. And you did it without hesitation.

"Don't you insult my brother like that!!"

The two demons were a bit shocked. None of you noticed when the white haired demon came back after realizing he accidentally left you behind...

"Yo, that was great! Glad to see you won't have problems with fights!"

"I can throw one more!"

"Nah... let's go... I still have some savings so we can get some sweets, whatcha say?"

He tries shifting your attention to something else with poor excise but it worked! Or maybe he wanted to thank you for standing up for him? Not many do that after all...

"Oh sure!"

"Let's go. Oh and if Lucifer asks... just tell him it was me who threw a chair, 'key?"

"But-"

"I'll get you extra sweets, c'mon!"

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You were bored at a school party. It was still quite early and you just texted on family group chat a bit. You basically we're giving Levi some tips, as despite with Asmo in his room, he wasn't confident enough with himself to go. But eventually, they texted you they're coming over!

"You think that otaku is coming?"

Your attention was catched by some chat between 2 demons. They were talking about otaku... maybe it was your little protectiveness but you decided to eavesdrop for just a bit. There is small chance they're talking about someone else, right?

"He's probably kissing with his screen like always. Honestly, isn't Avatar of Envy supposed to be more scary rather than petite?"

But they were definitely talking about your brother... So you got up from your seat and you were ready to get into the argument. You couldn't let your brother get insult like that! And luckily for you, you just happened to remember few gossips and punishments they got through and used it to your advantage~

But when you were in the middle of an argument, 2 demons being your brothers entered. One looking stressed and second looking proudly at you.

Levi may've not wanted to say anything like that in the public but boy's heart melted on spot and he tried hiding his little teats of happiness. He was just so glad to have someone protect him like that and now you may not need a password to enter his room!

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"I heard the 4th brother destroyed whole classroom yesterday."

"Seriously?! Is that motherfucker why they changed our lessons to the worst classroom ever?!"

You knew you shouldn't interact. Oldest repeated to you to not be bothered by such a simple words. But 4th and 7th on the other hand... you just felt the need to protect your brothers honor. It was him who teached you all about self defense, so you might as well use it to repair him for those lessons!

You were actually pretty good, grown up demon was actually loosing with a teenager?! You could easily say it was pissing him off but you had your fun~ And when the demon was about to punch you back, his hand was blocked by someone else's.

"Don't. You. Dare. Touch them."

You saw the rage in Satan's eyes when he stood there in his demon form. And they said you're protective of brothers!

Obviously, the demon who started all of it quickly took his leave. Seems like he's just all bark and no bite... And now your brother was looking at you with proud grin as he ruffled your hair.

"I see you remembered my lessons. But you seemed to not see the punch. I'll teach you some more later, alright? And good job there."

He knew well why you initiated a fight and he would normally rub it in Lucifer's face that you stood up for him and for the oldest never so far, but he doesn't want to cause you troubles. Instead he left it as your sweet secret!

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@miya-akane - come get your cat lover!

"That girl is hot."

"Bro, that's a dude."

You overheard someone pointing at Asmo. You weren't mad ar all, mistakes happen!

"Ew! So he's crossdressing?! What is he, gay?! I'm not coming closer to whatever this thing is!"

But... homophobia is something that always pissed you off. Couldn't he just be like "oh well I'm not interested" instead of insulting? It's not like your brother did anything wrong to him! He was just himself!

So or course you stood up from your chair and walked to them. Keeping your voice calm tho with a malicious remark and tone. You didn't wanted to fight physically but you were more than happy to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Of course the demons didn't even took you seriously, blaming things on your age when they couldn't find the right come back. When youn were slowly loosing you patience, w hand landed on you shoulder.

"Come on darling, let's not wast your precious time on these! I could repair your nails instead, what do you say?"

You naturally agreed, knowing it's best not to get in more problems than needed. And on your way, Asmo made it known he heard ALL of it. From your amazing arguments to you protecting his image. He may've not showed all of his gratitude in that moment but you'll definitely see it later, when he invites you to every single sleepover he'll hold.

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@vodka-glrl - come get your pretty princess~

"Ugh... 6th got first place in strength competition AGAIN!"

"Calm down, it's just a matter of time untill he eats someone alive and will get into trouble."

"Didn't he already? There's a reason why everyone is afraid to even come close to that monster."

You were waiting for Beel in front of a classroom as you were supposed to walk together back home and grabs 7th brother on your way too. You heard the two talking and blood was absolutely boiling in you... how could anyone call the teddybear of family a monster?! You were so angry you just wanted to hit them with a bat or so...

"Remember, only fight when someone starts it. And try not to overrate your skills."

But then you remembered Beel's words you heard after every training. He, as well as few other brothers used to teach you bit of self defense arts tho he definitely knew the most about it! They all wanted you to stay safe, but maybe it's time to repay their kindness?

Instead of throwing hands, you decided to insult them back, not holding single drop of your hatred. You may've caused a scene but at least 2 demons were left speechless. And when they finally had the guts to say something, their mouth immidietly close as their eyes landed on something behind you, leaving without a word. When you turned around you saw no one else than your brother.

"Are you hurt? You weren't fighting, were you?"

"No, I was just talking big..."

"That's good. Thank you but next time let me handle it. Well, let's go now, okey? We still need to pick up Belphie."

Maybe he didn't say much but he was smiling the whole way, telling you that your little act despite making him worry for a second, it melted his heart when someone stops up for him. Even if he'd prefer you didn't do that, he appreciated it.

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"He's sleeping all the time... how does he got a better grade than me?!"

"He must be cheating! I mean... he's utterly dumb with the amount he sleeps!"

You overheard 2 demons talking during a lesson, Belphie sleeping next to you. You knew you couldn't do much because consequences would come immidietly. But the more they whispered between each other, not even trying to make sure you didn't heard them, the more you just wanted to punch them in the face.

"Don't worry, we can always mess up with his future exam and remove all the unfair answers."

But that's when you had enough... they wanted to change your brothers answers just because they think he's cheating! You were about to get up and give them a piece of your mind, almost forgetting you're on a lesson. But luckily you were brought back down be a hand.

"Don't worry. They both are failing this year and the ones on the right girlfriend cheated on him with the one on the left, they're just jealous."

You didn't knew if he was lying about all those gossips or being serious... and two boys thought the same. You could now hear them arguing over who cheated on who, while teacher tried calming them down. So while they were busy, you decided to get an answer on your question and whispered back to your brother.

"Seriously? Did that really happened?"

"I don't know. I lied. But they'll be busy with something else so it's perfect time to take a nap, don't you think?"

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@miya-akane - come get your sleepyhead!

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request a human!reader teaching Goku how to cook so he can impress Chi-Chi? I love to cook myself, so I thought it'd be a cute idea!

Bone App the Teeth | Goku & Reader |

author's note: i was actually in the process of writing a goku fic when i got this request! i also happen to think it's a cute idea and absolutely love the idea of goku and the reader being old pals spending an afternoon together to get goku out of the doghouse :p i hope you don't mind i added a slight bit of vegeta x reader as a background pairing to add more to the story!

pairing: goku &fem!reader (it's platonic!) vegeta x fem!reader, goku x chi-chi

warnings: goku being a terribly cute student, vegeta being a little jealous, small mention of trying for pregnancy, in general just some fluff between two old friends!

You're reading on the couch when you get Goku's phone call. He's speaking incredibly fast and fumbling his words, which sounds alarm bells in your head. It can't be something super serious, after all, since you would definitely not be the first person he'd call for help. You set aside your book and take a deep breath.

"GOKU!" You yell, succeeding in getting him to stop talking for a moment.

"Why'd you yell at me?" He whines pathetically.

"So I could tell you to slow down and start over!"

"Oh, sorry about that!" Goku laughs and then sighs. "I really need your help."

"Tell me what's up."

From there Goku launches into a tale of what essentially boils down to him needing a way back into Chi-Chi's good graces after an incident the night before. He didn't go super in detail, but to you it sounded like he'd gone and ruined dinner last night with his ravenous Saiyan appetite, and he wanted to make it up to his dear wife.

Only problem was, he had no idea how to cook.

"So that's where you come in!" Goku says, and you can literally hear that big smile on his face. "So whaddya say? Can you help me?"

"Of course I will!" You smile. "Come on over and-"

"I'm here!" Goku now stands in front of you, hands on his hips and his eyes smiling, no doubt excited to make up his mistake to Chi-Chi.

You scream, holding your hand to your chest. "Goku! You can't just-"

There's the sound of shouting from outside, and then Vegeta is suddenly in the living room. "Who the hell dares attack my w- Oh, it's Kakarot." He scowls, arms crossed over his chest.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya!" Goku rubs the back of his neck. "Hey best buddy!" He waves at Vegeta.

"No." Vegeta glares at Goku. "Why are you in my house?"

You stand up, your heart back to a normal beat. "I'm teaching him how to cook, sweetie. Would you like to join us?"

"Tch. I'll pass." Vegeta turns and heads out to resume his training. You shake your head and pat Goku's arm and lead him to the kitchen.

"So, when do you think you'd wanna make this meal for Chi-Chi?"

"As soon as possible!" Goku says. "I wanna make something she'll love."

"Hmm..." You put a curled finger to your lip, thumb pressed to your chin as you consider something that you know your longtime friend loves. "Last time she and I went out with Bulma, we went to this really nice restaurant and she tried something called 'chicken cordon bleu' and she said she really, really liked it."

"Chicken what?"

"Cordon bleu." You repeat. "It's a simple dish that I think you'll be able to make just fine! It's chicken wrapped around ham and cheese, which is then breaded and fried or baked. I've had it a several times before myself and it really is a tasty dish."

"Then let's get to it!"

You smile softly. "Alright, let me make sure I've got everything we'll need first."

You hum softly and start looking through your refrigerator and cupboards, Goku scratching his head as you pull more and more out onto the kitchen island. "I thought you said this was simple."

"It is, I promise. Most of this is just seasoning that's gonna make it taste better."

Goku grins. "In that case, the more the merrier!"

"That's the spirit." You chuckle and fish out everything else, happy that you didn't have to lug Goku to the grocery store. (Or worse, be instant transmissioned there with him.)

"First, we wash our hands." You remove your wedding ring and set it aside, and Goku washes his hands right after you. "And now we'll prep our chicken."

As you show Goku how to properly clean and prep the chicken thighs you had tucked in the fridge, Vegeta peeks inside through the window above the sink, a frown on his face. He sees your wedding ring off to the side and scoffs. He knew he should've gotten you one with a larger diamond...

He swears to himself and flies away, angrily punching a tree before going into the training room Bulma had built for him in your backyard. (In actuality she'd built it for you, knowing full well how irritating her ex could be at times so you could shoo him away to train when he was on your nerves.)

Back into the kitchen, you've just laid a piece of plastic wrap over one of the pieces of chicken. "Okay, you'll probably like this part. The chicken is too thick to roll up, so we need to take this little meat mallet and flatten it out."

"Oh, I can do that easily!" Goku picks up the mallet and smacks it against the poor piece of chicken, splitting it in half. "Uh... Oops?"

You rub your forehead. "Not so hard, Goku."

You set him up to try again, and this time he tones down his strength and flattens the chicken with the mallet until you stop him. He smiles, proud of his handiwork, and repeats the process until there's no more chicken to flatten.

"You've always been a quick study." You comment fondly and clean up the island to move to the next step, encouraging him to add some more seasoning to the kitchen while you set up the ham and swiss cheese.

"This part here is probably the hardest thing about the recipe, and it's still super easy."

Goku nods and his eyes are trained on your hands after he's washed and dried his again. You lay out two layers of ham and cheese and then carefully pinch in the sides of the chicken and roll it up, leaving the seam side down against the plate. "After we roll them up we'll bread them and get them in the oven."

"Okay!" Goku smiles and attempts rolling one up himself, but some of the filling ends up sticking out. You unroll it and put your hands over his, helping him to keep it all together like the one you had previously rolled. "Keep it neat, Goku. Presentation matters!"

"I guess that's true." He concedes. "Chi-Chi makes the most delicious looking food! And it smells good... But most of all, it tastes good!"

"And that's why we're gonna give all three of those qualities right back!" Goku's smile makes you laugh, your chest light and mind at ease. You always loved having one-on-one time with your friend.

You wash your hands again while Goku very carefully rolls all the chicken up, setting up the breadcrumbs and mixing them with paprika, and then adding some water to beaten eggs. Goku's just finished with his latest step and instinctively washes his hands, rushing back to the island and bouncing with eagerness.

"How much left?"

"Almost there, buddy. Now we're gonna dip them into this egg mixture and roll it in the breadcrumbs after, and after that they go into the baking dish!"

"Chi-Chi's gonna love this." Goku smiles and takes initiative this time, picking up a piece of the chicken and dipping it in the eggs. You instruct him to let some of the excess drip off and then switch hands to roll in the breadcrumbs.

"A wet hand and a dry hand is the best way to bread something. It keeps things as clean as possible." You explain, greasing a casserole dish. "Maybe next time we make this I'll teach you how to pan-fry, but today we'll stick with baking the chicken."

"Oooh, getting stronger in the kitchen? I like the sound of that."

You laugh and the two of you finish prepping the meal in a companionable silence. You think back to when you met Goku all those years ago. You'd reunited with Chi-Chi, an old friend you hadn't seen since childhood, and learned that she was married to none other than the boy she was adamant was going to marry her even back in the day. Goku was looking around, undoubtedly bored, and complaining about being hungry. That's when you'd invited them over for dinner, and ever since then Goku would come over for a meal anytime he was hungry after Chi-Chi had closed down the kitchen for the night.

"Thank you for doing this." Goku says softly after he's washed his hands for the last time. "You're really helping me out here. You're always here when I need you. You're really the best."

You smile at your old friend. "You've saved the world countless times, Goku. I'll help you with anything, cooking or not, anytime. Hell, you're the reason Vegeta and I got together. I basically owe you the whole world for that alone."

Vegeta, who has come back to listen at the window after being unable to focus on his training, crosses his arms and smirks proudly. For all the times you roll your eyes, mutter things under your breath and ignore him as he rants about his Saiyan pride... You still find him worth more than the world. With that, he stands and strides into the kitchen and grabs your waist, pulling you in and pressing a firm kiss to your temple before striding right back to train, this time his mind clear.

You raise a brow, and Goku can't help but laugh. "I don't wanna throw him under the bus, but..."

"He was listening at the window." You conclude, shaking your head fondly.

Goku helps you wash dishes and the two of you trade stories you've both heard hundreds of times before, laughing so much that Goku has to catch you from falling onto the floor at one point. You wipe your eyes, body still shaking from laughter, and then dry your hands, clearing your throat.

"Alright, now we'll make the sauce for the chicken and make some rice, and then you should be good to go."

You set Goku up to grate the parmesan and you fix the rice up in the rice cooker, and with some dijon mustard, butter, flour and milk, you help Goku make a lovely sauce. You get some on a spoon and hold it out to Goku, whose eyes light up at the flavor. "Man, you never stop amazing me with your skills!"

"I'd hope not, since I used to be a chef." You laugh.

"I've been meaning to ask why you stopped." Goku sits on one of the island stools while you start fixing up a quick pot of green beans.

You chop up a bit of bacon and onions, adding them to the pot with some garlic. "Well, for starters, I was just so stressed and tired all the time, which was fine when I was single. But then when I got married and became a step-mother it just wasn't working well anymore. When I'd get home, I'd start arguing with Vegeta and it wasn't healthy for our marriage, not to mention I wasn't getting much quality time with Trunks. Plus, I wasn't getting to go to birthday parties or holiday gatherings anymore since I started working at my last restaurant. And when Vegeta said he was wanting to have kids..."

Goku's eyes widen. "Wait, really? Vegeta wants another kid?"

You smile softly. "He does. I'm sure Trunks would love a sibling."

"That's really great!" Goku grins. "I'm happy for you guys."

"Thanks, Goku. Not pregnant yet, but we're working on it." You add some tomatoes and then the green beans to the pot, stirring and then leaving it to simmer. You turn and sit on another stool, opening a drawer on the island and pulling out a game of cards.

"It'll be some time before everything is ready, so why don't we play your favorite card game?"

Goku gasps. "Yes, I love Go Fish!"

You laugh and deal the cards out, and after a few games (poor Goku never stands a chance against you) you pack up his meal to take home to Chi-Chi and Goten. "You're all set, bub."

Before he teleports home, Goku gives you one last hug, and you smile and hug your friend back tightly. He presses a quick kiss to your head and pulls back, picking up the containers and within a flash, he's back home to set up for Chi-Chi.

You're in bed with Vegeta that night when you get Goku's next phone call.

"She loved it!"

#goku & reader #goku & you #goku x reader #goku x you #vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #fem!reader #x reader #x you #db #dbz #dbs #requests #anon #fic #i really loved writing this #being good friends with goku sounds so nice #thank you for the request!#i watch too much tfs so sometimes goku's dialogue sounds like it could be from that lol sorry

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not him. || Endverse!Castiel || Smut

Pairing: Endverse!Castiel x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.328

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Masturbation (that's all Cas), voyeurism (hey, that's you!), dirty talk to the MAX, name-calling, facial (GN receiving), a few lines of degradation, self-hatred taken literally via endverse!cas shit-talking og cas

Summary: Endverse!Cas shows you that he's not the angel he used to be

A/n: My first ever Tumblr fic post! This is just an old-ish AO3 piece of mine, but I'll be posting new fics soon! I just wanted to keep it simple for my first post here :^)

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"Are you seriously jerking off?"

Castiel nods lazily, shooting you a smile that's all teeth.

All you were doing was asking him some questions about the future. How he ended up the way he did, what life with a very limited amount of toilet paper was like, if he remembered any winning lottery numbers- you know, the pressing matters. What you hadn't expected was for him to suddenly ask you a question instead.

"Would you mind if I touched myself?"

You stilled at that. He didn't seem very fazed by the question he asked, a light smirk adorning his features as he raised his brows. Refusing to let him get the best of you, you neutralized the previous shock on your face, nodding.

"... sure, go ahead. Not like it's anything special, right?" He laughed at that, mumbling a small 'right' as he let his hand snake down. You obviously didn't think he'd actually do something. At most he'd grab his junk a bit to freak you out– to keep up his amphetamined walls and keep you from actually getting some actual emotional connection, you thought.

You thought wrong.

And now here you are, gawking at the fallen angel as he slowly rubs his cock from inside his loose pants. He's staring at you, eyes boring into your skull as he quietly pants at each loose-handed stroke. His toothy grin hasn't faltered, like he's taunting you to speak– to keep talking like he wasn't doing anything. To be as confident in your neutrality of the situation as you were minutes prior.

Doing so feels like a trap in itself, though. Like you'd be admitting to being just as sexually deviant as him.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asks playfully before pulling his hand away, only to spit in his palm. As you think of something to say he continues his lazy pace, although now the sound of his slicked-up hand is filling your ears. Scared that you might stutter, you simply shake your head. He laughs at that- at you. "Past me was far too reserved with you. You're enjoying this, I can tell." You frown at the mention of his past self– your Castiel. You finally muster up the courage to speak. "Not like you're not him."

Castiel scoffs at that before unceremoniously pulling his erection out, letting your eyes take in all of him as he tightens his grip. "Oh, I'm definitely not him, sweetheart. That sad fuck could never come close to what I could do to you," he groans out, eyes squeezing shut as he relishes in the friction of his palm. He opens his eyes back up to look at you, though, and when he sees you he can't help but let out a rough chuckle. Your eyes are heated.

He leans back further, pulling the front of his pants down to give you a better view of his leaking cock as he continues fisting his hand, the sound of wet skin rubbing against skin becoming louder by the second. "Enjoying the view?"

All you can muster up is a strained groan. Your hands are sweating, but you don't want to wipe them off on your jeans. He'd see the effect he has on you, and you refuse to give him that satisfaction. You'd rather just pretend you're not melting into a puddle at the sight of the usually angelic being fucking into his hand.

"You know," he huffs out, "I always pretend it's your mouth around me. That- fuck- , that you take my cock deep, like the little slut I'm sure you are." Castiel's movements are frantic now, pushing his loose blouse up to hold up between his teeth as he ruts against his hand, head thrown back as low moans climb up his throat and roll off of his lips.

You don't dare to move. Heat is pooling at the pit of your stomach, threatening to spill into your actions, but you remain still as you watch him. His now revealed stomach is glistening with newly formed sweat and visibly stuttering at each heavy-handed stroke. Then your eyes go lower, admiring the happy trail that leads your glance down to his cock.

“Want a closer look?” he half-chuckles half-groans out, and before you can reply he’s suddenly much too close . You can feel his heavy breaths against your neck as his head hangs low, practically nuzzled into your collarbone.

One look down and you can see it all. The veins of his rough hand that he’s using to stroke himself, the pre-cum threatening to spill over onto his fist, even the way his thumb sometimes rolls over the head of his cock. Any time he does so you can hear and feel his breath hitch against you.

“I wanna fill you up so fucking bad, just– fuck, just pump into that tight hole of yours,” he moans out sinfully against the shell of your ear. It’s all too much for you, so the needy moan that you let out is your way of giving up; your white flag.

Castiel’s moans grow louder after that, like your surrender is an aphrodisiac to him. “I knew you’d love this, you fucking slut. You like being defiled by me. Old me would’ve never done this with you, because he was a pussy, but me? I, shit– I would bend you over and fuck the lights out of you. I’d make you forget that whiny fuck of an angel with my cock.”

You let out another desperate moan, squeezing your eyes in the hopes that it’ll make it all less stimulating. His breaths come out heavier by the second, leaving your neck damp with his condensation and your own sweat. Your eyes are still aimed low, entranced as you watch his pace quicken.

"Shitshitshiiiiiit, fuck come here, let me- shit, let me cum on your face, god, c'mon," he gasps out. You’re ashamed as to how easily you let yourself fall back onto the ground as he positions himself to hover above your chest, giving you an up-close view as he chases his orgasm.

With a broken moan he finishes, ripping a gasp out of your lungs as he covers your face with ropes of cum. It’s hot, yet as you curiously lick some off your lips you can’t help but hum at the sweetness of it.

Castiel’s breathy chuckle rips you from your hazy state. His cheeks are still flushed, forehead still glistening with sweat and his hair tousled beyond belief. “See? Wasn’t so bad, was it?” he hums out teasingly as he carefully tucks his length back into his pants. After standing up, he grabs a tissue box, handing it to you with a smirk you know you won’t be able to get rid of.

“Wouldn’t want Dean seeing you like this, would you? ” The way you roll your eyes is forced, something he can immediately tell as you bite the inside of your cheek. The delighted twinkle in his eyes makes your stomach churn, and for once you decide to not take on the challenge of seeming nonchalant. You simply look away from Castiel’s amused gaze, wiping off the remaining release and quickly standing up yourself.

“I’m leaving,” you hiss out as you finally get to wipe the sweat of your hands on your jeans. With a huff you throw the soiled tissue into the nearest garbage can, walking to the closed door ready to open it.

“Wait.”

The sigh that leaves your body is heavy as you turn around. Your attempt at hiding your previous flush is futile– your lips still stutter as you look at him, memories from moments before immediately flooding back. “What is it?”

Castiel walks up to you, runs his thumb over your bottom lip and sucks off the remaining cum off his finger, his eyes on yours the entire time. With a sinful ‘pop' he finishes cleaning his thumb off.

He smirks.

“Told you I’m not him.”

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cainluvr69 · 9 months

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Literally Just The Cain Parts Of Arc 2 Chapter 20 (chapters 1 and 2)

Owen: ……

Cain: Owen…

Owen turned his face away, without even a smirk on his lips. I glared at him. I didn't think I could do anything else. I couldn't see what expression Arthur was making right now. It's not as if I couldn't see him because of my injury from the [Great Calamity]. But I felt so guilty, the kind of guilt that can't be properly formed into words, that I couldn't bear to look at him. That was when I realized something. I was trying to come up with some sort of excuse for all of this. What the hell am I doing?

Arthur: It's alright. I have an escort. Ah, right there.

Arthur glanced over towards me. Owen was still not looking at me, his arms crossed--I'd never seen him act like this before. And then, I saw him sneak a glance at me. I just kept glaring at him full force. I'd never wanted Arthur to see me like this. I hated Owen as much as I hated myself. But for just a moment, I saw something I couldn't put a name to flickering in his eyes. That just made me feel even more guilty, and I didn't know why. It was as if…I was seeing the little Owen because of how messed up things had gotten. But soon enough, he met my glare with his own equally sharp one. Like a beast.

Cain: (If he's making that kind of face, he has to be the real one.)

Arthur: Alright, thank you. Owen. Could you come here too, please?

Arthur took one of Owen's arms and together, they came over to me. I had no idea what to do. Owen didn't, either. All I could do was steel myself and look up at Arthur. He…wasn't looking at me with contempt, or even disappointment. He was in his blue training outfit, and his clear blue eyes were sparkling. Seeing him like that…I felt my face turn grim, and I started to yell at him.

Cain: Artie, what are you thinking? Only high ranking military officers are allowed in here! Grunts like you should know their place!

I lightly knocked Arthur away and then stuck my finger towards his chest. The worst thing that could happen here is anyone else here finding out who Arthur really was. I was just trying to get him out of here safely. He looked startled at first, but on realizing what was going on, decided to match my pace.

Arthur: My sincerest apologies. However…

Owen: You don't need to apologize, Artie. Just sit down right there. Next to Sir Knight.

Owen roughly forced Arthur down next to me. The women and officers I'd been talking with quickly moved out of his way. It was me, Arthur, Owen, plus the women by me and Owen. That was our current lineup.

Woman: Have a glass. One for you, too.

Owen and I were handed glasses while we glared at each other over Arthur's head. I asked him something, keeping my voice low.

Cain: What are you trying to pull? This is a dirty prank.

Owen: Hmph. The only one playing around here is you. If you're really so sure of yourself, then surely you can keep doing the same in front of Sir Prince?

Woman: Prince?

Owen's slip of the tongue stabbed a bit of fear into me, but he simply crossed his legs and smiled at the lady next to him.

Owen: I'm talking about myself. I'm the prince of the Cerberus Kingdom. And I'll bite your throat out.

Owen had meant it as a threat, but because of the alcohol, the woman took it as a joke. She blushed, and then tilted back her head and presented her neck.

Woman: Ooh, how scary. But I don't mind if you want to eat me right up.

Owen: Are you stupid? You'd get along great with Sir Knight. I've fed him to my dogs before, too.

Cain: Come on…

Right as I was about to argue, Arthur suddenly moved to look at me. He took up my whole field of vision, the only thing I could see.

Arthur: I need to talk to you. Err, rather, I have something I'd like to speak with you about, Sir Cain.

Cain: What's up, Artie? Is it something so important you had to talk to me here? It's already late. Kids should be in bed by now.

Arthur: Kids?

Arthur raised one eyebrow. I think…I made him a little mad.

Arthur: It's an important conversation regarding your honor, Sir Cain. You are a very devoted person, but should you have betrayed yourself to that end…

I saw a pale finger extend past Arthur's cheek, and then Owen grabbed Arthur's face and forcibly turned his head. He murmured something into Arthur's ear. They glanced at me during their quiet conversation, leaving me completely baffled by their newfound…familiarity. This couldn't be anything good. I suddenly felt restless.

Arthur: …Understood.

While I was being set adrift in a sea of confusion, Arthur simply nodded, and moved away from Owen. This time he got closer to me, putting his arm over the back of the sofa. Arthur's lips approached my ear. His hair and skin smelled of expensive perfume, the kind that no amount of effort could hide. The idea of having a one on one talk with him was making me just a little bit nervous. Over Arthur's shoulder, I could see Owen. Arthur whispered into my ear.

Arthur: …Please don't do anything that would deprive you of your knightly spirit.

I didn't know how much he'd heard from Owen, but the sincere and earnest tone in his voice made my chest ache. As Arthur pulled away from me, I whispered something back.

Cain: …Don't misunderstand. I'm trying to win over the Western military to get information on Nicholas. It's dangerous for you to be here. You should leave immediately. Oz and Riquet should still be…

I glanced up, and my words trailed off on their own. There were heavy footsteps making their way towards us. They were even and composed, like those of higher ranked or commissioned officers. The lively atmosphere around us had become tense. Maybe the general they'd talked about earlier, General Barnett, was here.

Gill: ……

If it was the Western general, it was entirely probable that he knew what Central Country's crown prince looked like.

Cain: (I can't even imagine how things will blow up if the prince of an unfriendly neighboring country is found in a military club.)

I immediately pulled Arthur closer to me, my hand on his back.

Arthur: …Wha--?!

Cain: What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? You must've drank too much. We should get you on your way quick. Owen!

Owen: Excuse me?

Cain: Take care of Artie for me. Or at least take him to the inn.

Owen narrowed his eyes at me.

Owen: And why do I have to do what you tell me to, Sir Knight?

Arthur also looked up at me, frowning a bit.

Arthur: I am still not done talking with you.

I wasn't listening to either of them. I was busy worrying about if General Barnett was here, and I picked up the book I'd dropped earlier with one hand. This was a popular novel the general liked. I'd been reading it aloud to try and catch his attention. That was the plan, at least.

Cain: Sorry, but please, I need you both to leave. I need to read this book.

Arthur: Right now?

Owen: Why?

Cain: Because the general likes it. He'll be excited if we like the same things, right?

Arthur: Do you like it, Cain?

Cain: Well, I haven't read it yet…

Arthur: He won't be happy if you're only pretending. When he realizes you're lying, he'll only be sad about it.

Arthur's words reminded me of my mom, and my heart clenched in my chest. I shook my head, a bitter feeling at the back of my throat. I glanced around, and then murmured something to him.

Cain: …You and Oz are no good at telling lies. That's why this is something I have to do. I'm doing what I do best.

Arthur: Trust isn't something so easily won. Trust balanced on top of lies will come crashing down when it's most important. If trust is lost on the battlefield, then who can you entrust your life to?

I felt like he'd just punched me in the face. Exactly like Arthur had said, morale dropped under leadership that couldn't be trusted. Everyone put their life on the line for their pride and sense of justice at some point. And if you weren't sincere about it, all you'd get is corrupted authority and false justice. That's why you can't just start running forward. Arthur's eyes held the same noble look I'd seen in the portraits of previous kings in Granvelle Castle.

Arthur: Cain, you are my knight. You don't need to concoct any devious plots.

My heart was wavering in my chest. I wanted to live up to Arthur's pure, unsullied feelings. But, I think someone who betrays those feelings would serve him better. Nicholas and the white-haired woman. The sunken Adams Island expedition. Should I just give up and try a different method of attack? My honor didn't matter. What even is true devotion? What would Leno or Shino do if they were in my place?

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I stole a glance at Owen. He was frowning, and then he sighed as if to say "Well, there's no helping it." He reached over Arthur and put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. And then, he whispered something in my ear. Owen's voice was oddly shrill, as if he was embarrassed about something.

Owen: Hey… If it's the only way, then. I'll kill the Western general for you.

My eyes widened. Owen frowned, making a weird face, like he was trying to hide his embarrassment. He was messing with his bangs like he was annoyed, but he was eyeing me with a certain sense of pride.

Owen: But only for tonight, okay?

My blood drained out of my face and I shook my head.

Cain: Don't even think about doing something like that. It'd become a massive diplomatic issue.

Owen: …Hah?

Pretty sure Owen thought that he was offering to do a good deed, which was why he was so embarrassed about it, but it was still undeniably an offer of assassination. A Northern wizard killing the Western army's general in front of Central's prince was just a recipe for disaster.

Cain: You don't need to come up with any plots, just take Arthur and…

Owen: Plots? I'm saying I'll help you, and you say I'm plotting?

Cain: I'm grateful for the offer, but right now, your talents aren't really what I need here.

Owen's trunk appeared out of nowhere. I looked up at the ceiling, and then tried again.

Cain: I said not right now, right?

Owen: I'm going to turn you to stone. I don't take orders from anyone.

Woman: D-didn't he just pull that trunk from nowhere… Was that…magic?

Owen smiled threateningly at the pale woman.

Owen: That's right. Didn't I tell you? I'll bite your throat out.

Arthur: Could you kindly stop, Owen?

Woman: …I--I'm not scared! I'm not scared of wizards. There are so many officers from the Magical Weaponry Division here. Everyone, please…!

Cain: Let's calm down! Owen, put your trunk away! Absolutely do not open it!

Owen: …Don't order me around!

Arthur: We're not giving you orders. Neither Cain nor I are trying to subjugate you, Owen of the North.

Arthur placed his hand on Owen's arm, and then he looked up at me.

Arthur: This goes for you too, Cain. My desires are not meant to be chains. They shouldn't keep you from listening to your heart.

Those painful words felt so good. My heart. My thoughts and feelings could change everything. And how easily mine had been changed. What could I do with these feelings?

Gill: And what is going on here?

Owen and I stood ready at the same time. We didn't even have to say anything. Both of us were prepared to guard Arthur. I couldn't see who had spoken. But I could tell enough from the air around them. This was General Barnett. The cheery, drunken sense of relaxation in the club had changed. Not in a bad way. There wasn't any fear shooting up my spine. But all the soldiers in the room remembered something now that they stood before him. All he had to do was stand in the same room as them, and the Western army's soldier remembered their pride. Their spirit. I hadn't even seen his face, and General Barnett had already overwhelmed us. If he was this charismatic on a normal day, I wondered how far his leadership would take him on the battlefield. Speaking as a soldier from the neighboring country? I wasn't looking forward to seeing it.

Cain: …My apologies for disturbing you. I am Cain, a former knight of Central Country.

I smiled amiably and held my hand out to him. I could only wonder if he'd accept it. But I only had to worry for a couple seconds. A large hand grasped mine moments later. The same moment, a tall, capable-looking young man appeared in front of me. He had the sociable, reliable air of someone you could call an ideal commanding officer.

Gill: Gill Barnett, at your service. Would those be your friends?

Still feeling the strain, I introduced the two of them.

Cain: My subordinates. Artie and Wen.

Owen: You're a wizard, aren't you.

Owen announced that right to General Barnett's face. It caught me off guard for a moment, but I knew why he'd felt that, so I explained it to him.

Cain: Don't be rude, Wen. Watch your mouth. This is the man who leads the Magical Weaponry Division. Using that many mana stones can make someone have the same presence as a wizard.

Owen: Mana stones…? …Just how many would you have to use to feel like that.

Owen smiled a thin smile at him, the expression dripping with malice and hatred. But General Barnett was unmoved. His eyes moved to Arthur, and he gestured for him to sit down.

Gill: Please, sit.

Arthur: Thank you, sir.

Although Arthur took a seat, General Barnett did not. Instead, he sat down next to me, taking the place of a woman who had gracefully offered up her seat. His leisurely manner was also a smart one. And it wasn't like he was trying to intimidate or overpower us. It looked like he was being considerate of us.

Gill: You said you were a former Central soldier, didn't you?

Cain: Yes.

The general smiled at me, friendly-like.

Gill: As the general of Western Country, I could call myself its greatest hero, but surely that means little to a Central knight. From Central's oldest knight to its youngest trainee, each one is fearlessly brave. Now that's true glory. They don't get ahead of themselves when victory's in sight, and that's how the names of so many heroes have been engraved in their history. And you are one of them. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Cain: Ah… Thank you very much. I'm undeserving of such praise.

I knew it was nothing more than flattery, but my chest was still full of emotion. Even the general of another country saw the same splendor in the Central knights that I'd admired ever since I was little. Arthur's eyes also glowed with the praise.

Gill: And that is?

The general gestured towards the book next to me. Seems like the story about him liking this series was true. Finally, I could work on fulfilling my intended objective here. I picked up the book with vigor.

Cain: A book from a series I like. I'd heard that you enjoyed it as well. I was thinking of reading some aloud, if you'd be fine with that.

The general smiled at me, and I looked over my shoulder towards Owen.

Cain: Wen. Cover Artie's ears for me, would you?

Owen: What? Why?

Cain: I've got a feeling there's going to be some events that children shouldn't be listening to.

Arthur: You keep calling me a child, but I am no longer… I am not a child, Sir Cain.

Owen: I'll let him listen. Give us a tale so terrifying it gives Artie nightmares.

Arthur: No matter how terrifying a story it is, it won't keep me awake or give me nightmares. Because I am not a child.

Cain: It's not a scary story. Well, it shouldn't be…

I remembered the bit I'd read just before as getting a bit…spicy. I glanced over at the general. As if the friendly air he'd had earlier had been nothing but a lie, he was now completely filled with bloodlust.

Cain: Is… Is something wrong, sir…?

His eyes met mine and slowly, slowly his head turned to join them.

Gill: That book is a stellar adaptation… Don't speak of it as if it's some vulgar, tawdry product.

Cain: Ah… Um…

Gill: The play it is based on is an action/adventure coming-of-age story centered around the friendship of a landed noble caught up in an inheritance dispute and one of her maids. In any case.

Cain: Yes.

Gill: The two protagonists fall in love with a traveling merchant, and both compete for his affection in further more impossible ways. You said you liked it, didn't you?

Cain: Uh, yes.

Gill: To be frank, I am absolutely appalled. No further conversation is required.

Cain: W--wait! My apologies. Let me be honest. I'm…

Gill: The Sage's wizard, Cain Knightley. And that would be another Sage's wizard, the Northern wizard Owen. And this gentleman would be… No, enough with names.

The general had been looking at Arthur when he said that. Arthur, however, took a deep breath and said his next words very pointedly.

Arthur: Please, allow me to introduce myself. I am the prince of Central Country, Arthur Granvelle. My apologies for being misleading with my identity, General Barnett.

The general's eyes widened at such a forthwith introduction. For the first time in this conversation, he was shocked. After carefully observing his surroundings, he simply shrugged his shoulders.

Gill: …My sincerest apologies. I had not heard you would be visiting. Had I been aware, I would have knelt before you. To do so now would be, well, conspicuous.

Arthur: Let me apologize as well. I was distracted.

The general smiled at Arthur's immediate apology. He leaned forward, lowering his voice.

Gill: …Please listen without showing surprise. Important citizens of my country have of late been collapsing with sudden illness. Their health worsens very quickly, and as it stands, it is doubtful they can even make it through the night. Were it to be known that a foreign dignitary is visiting me during this plague, it would draw suspicion. Please, leave as soon as you are able.

Arthur: Western country's dignitaries…

Gill: I cannot speak further than this. You understand, yes?

Arthur: Yes… Thank you. However, may I ask one thing?

Gill: You may.

Arthur: Why did you warn me?

Gill: I'd rather not cause problems for myself by complicating things with easily-rectified matters.

The general smiled calmly. His manner was arrogant, but Arthur's eyes were happy all the same.

Gill: You are young, and there is still hope in your heart. Though we may live in a broken world, I keep faith that it shall one day be beautifully reborn. I would rather do you a favor of something more valuable than saying your name too loudly and bringing both of our nations trouble.

Arthur: My thanks, General Barnett.

Gill: Please, just call me Gill. Now, I would not say this is advice, per se… If you have no urgent plans, I would suggest staying in the City of Wealth for the moment.

Cain: Why?

Gill: A coronation ceremony shall be held on a day very soon from now. I believe the Sage's wizards were also given an invitation.

Those words alone told me everything I needed to know about the state of the West's dignitaries, and which among them had fallen ill. Western Country was a monarchy, after all. It seemed we'd arrived at a very delicate time.

Gill: Well then, I shall take my leave. May there be good company on your way home.

With a bow, the general began to walk away from us. I was after him in a flash. He was a fair sort of person. I needed to do something to get rid of the guilt of lying to him.

Cain: Hold on.

Gill: What?

Cain: …Sorry for lying to you. Err, my sincerest apologies, I mean.

His shoulders shook with laughter. At least the look on his face meant I hadn't insulted him.

Gill: What a very Central thing of you to say. No, it was quite fine. Why were you trying to gain my favor?

Cain: Huh?

Gill: You pretended to have read a book you'd never touched for the sake of my favor, to the point of troubling your comrades.

Cain: That's, well… I really do apologize for that. I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

Gill: It certainly seems that way. I've yet to meet someone from Central who enjoyed deceit. Nicholas was the same way.

My eyes widened the moment I heard Nicholas's name.

Cain: You remember Nicholas?

Gill: Of course I do. He was once a hero who stood as Central's head of knights. It was quite exhausting having such a great man foisted onto me as one of my subordinates.

After that bit of complaint, the general smiled at me.

Gill: I heard a bit of you from him. He called you the kind of genius that only comes around once every thousand years. Nicholas had been quite proud whenever your name was brought up. It was clear that he loved Central Country and Central's knights from the bottom of his heart. What happened to him was very unfortunate.

The general put his hand on my shoulder. The sudden rush of emotion in my chest was so strong, I could feel my breathing waver. Even if he had fallen as something evil, Nicholas had once been someone I admired. Hearing words of praise for him made my chest tight. Even though I'd tried to convince myself there was no other choice, I'd always hated how things had turned out. If the reason that the gallant knight I admired had become a villain was because I'd cornered him, then didn't that make me the evil one? The general shook his head, as if to reject the self-hatred I'd never voiced aloud.

Gill: My only complaint is that you led the knights after someone like Nicholas had been driven out. You're not the kind of person who would be here to try and gather information. The right person for the right place, after all. Though it's true Western Country tends to discriminate towards wizards, but we are still generous enough to welcome the philosopher Hart to the royal palace with open arms. Those from Central are less sociable. The generosity seen when the King of Knights Alec established that country alongside wizards is nowhere to be seen. The current system in place only shames that sincere warrior. You don't need to look at me like that. If you're going to turn your sword on anything, turn it on the system.

This foreign general's words were like a guiding light that had saved me. Perhaps they were simply honeyed words to win me over. But I wanted to think they were true.

Cain: Thank you very much, sir.

Gill: Even wicked customs can be changed that way. Should your revolution fail and you go into exile, I would gladly welcome you to our country.

Cain: I'm not planning on abandoning my country. I am a Central knight.

The general smiled warmly at me.

Gill: I thought that's what you'd say.

Cain: General Barnett. Did anything strange happen to Nicholas during his time in this country?

Gill: Why do you ask?

Cain: I heard that he headed an expedition to the sunken Adams Island. He wasn't exactly a man who was fond of the sea. But if he left anything behind that might tell me what his goal was, then…

Gill: I see. A very Central expression of camaraderie. I'm fond of Central's knights because you're all like characters in a book. Now then, regarding Nicholas… Although he was one for etiquette, there were times when he crossed the line when it came to me. I imagine he couldn't forgive himself for it.

Cain: I see…

Gill: Oh, but there is one thing I recall. He once asked me if I was an avid reader. Specifically, he asked if there were any accounts handed down through Western legend of an account of a path through Hell.

Cain: A path through Hell…?

Gill: Yes. I'd never heard of something like it. What about in Central?

Cain: This is the first time I'm hearing of anything like it, too.

Gill: I see. I apologize, but that's as much as I can offer.

✦✧☾✧✦

Arthur: A path through Hell… I've never heard of it, either. What about you, Owen?

Owen: Who knows.

Arthur: Perhaps you keep it within that trunk of yours?

Owen: Sure. Want to take a peek, Sir Prince?

Cain: Knock it off, Owen.

Owen: Hmph. So you failed to become a villain, Sir Knight. Well, it's just a matter of time. I'm looking forward to seeing it happen.

Cain: …tsk, he's gone… God, he's so…

Arthur: Owen was worried about you, Cain.

Cain: As if.

Arthur: That was why he came to me. …Am I wrong?

Cain: You're wrong. Maybe he's not as awful as I thought, but… He's still awful. Don't let him fool you.

Arthur: You think so…?

Cain: …A path through Hell… Sigh… All that work, and that's the only clue we got.

Arthur: We did get to meet with the Western general, thanks to your infiltration. Thank you, Cain.

Cain: Arthur… No, I should be the one thanking you.

#.mhyktl #.main story tl #cain knightley #i hate translating gill i will die for anything #fair warning this is beefy

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vannahmontannah · 4 months

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REST OF STORY ON WATTPAD : vannahmontannah

"I'm hungry as hell," Ronnie said.

"I am too," Patricia said.

"Ya, we just ate," Dia said.

"Ya can go, ya know that right?" Duke said, rolling his eyes.

"We're here for you!" Ronnie said. "Where's Kai and Jawan at? They were only here for an hour compared to us!"

"I mean they niggas...what ya expect?"

"I'm gonna go across the street to get my food. When I come back, we're fighting. Real talk," Ronnie said, getting up from her seat.

"Oh, I'm not really hungry for real,"

"That's because you ate a big ass pizza earlier," Dia said.

"Do you have a problem with me or something?" Charity asked.

"I do, but I'm gonna keep quiet," Dia rolled her eyes and exited the room.

"What's her issue?" Patricia asked.

Everyone left the room leaving Charity and Duke alone. Charity shook her head and just scrolled on her phone.

"Why you let her punk you like that?" Duke asked.

Charity suddenly became disabled and couldn't speak. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at her phone. She was so nervous, her fingers were shaking. Duke chuckled and sat up on the bed.

"You good?"

"I'm fine," she said softly.

"I can't hear you, mamas,"

Charity heart damn near busted inside her lungs. "Did he just call me mamas?" She thought.

"I said I'm fine,"

"If I were you, she wouldn't have gotten a mouthful,"

"I was with her all day and she chose now to say something. Real lame of her,"

"It is, no cap. But...I be seeing you in class...all alone and quiet,"

"Just a shy person unless I know someone,"

"I'm sorry to make you my slave, but may you please hand me my bag?"

"Yeah,"

Charity, got up and did as he asked. She got his bag and placed it on the bed.

"This is nice!"

"I appreciate it. Need to make sure Kai and 'em ain't trynna cheat on shit,"

"On the game?"

"Yup! That's why I wanted everybody gone so I can play in peace!"

"I would go, but Patricia is my ride,"

"Damn. It's all good though,"

Charity walked back to her seat and sat down and got back on her phone. Duke took a nice look at her body as she walked away analyzing her every move.

"You didn't have to move," he chuckled.

"I'm just giving you some privacy,"

"They already out the hospital. Women be walking fast as hell," he said, checking his phone. "So, what you like to do?"

"I like to draw a lot,"

"What you be drawing?"

"A lot of shit. I draw people, characters, object...just anything I find interesting at that moment,"

"Imma call you Picasso. That's my nickname for you,"

"I like that,"

~~~~~

"What's your deal with Charity?" Patricia asked.

"She's just weird. Something is off about her and I know it,"

"How?" Eisley asked.

"I just heard some things..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know if I should say,"

"You bought it up now so...might as well,"

"...we gotta sit down,"

All the girls got their food and sat in the back of the restaurant.

"Yesterday, I ran into Jacob on my way to see Kai..."

~~~~~~

I was texting Kai on my phone letting him know I was on my way. I wasn't looking where I was going and I bumped into him.

"I'm so sorry..."

"You good,"

"Jacob? What are you doing here?"

"I was seeing somebody,"

"Who you here to see? I don't see Kassy no where!"

"You talking too loud. Lower your damn voice,"

"So you weren't here to see Kassy?"

"Why do you care?"

"I was just asking,"

"And you're nosey as fuck! Damn..."

"You're trespassing and I can literally report you right now,"

"You don't have the power—"

"I know the night officers. Now why am I here? Because I got pass and I see you don't have one,"

"It could be in my pocket,"

"Spill or I'm snitching,"

"You won't—"

I pulled up my contacts and clicked on the night officers name. I evil smiled in his face while waiting for an answer.

"And if you don't answer, I'll just text Kassy myself and she won't like that,"

"Fuck...okay. I was just with my homegirl. We were talking some things out. That's all,"

"I don't believe that. You smell funny,"

"Why you doing allat? That's weird as fuck!"

"Who pussy was you fucking? You got five seconds,"

"What?"

"Five,"

"DiaMonté,"

"Four,"

"Bro, stop!"

"Three,"

"I already told you—"

"Two,"

"Bro—"

"One,"

I went to Kassy's profile, but Jacob snatched my phone and ran off.

"Give me my shit back!" I yelled.

"Jacob, you forgot your beanie—"

~~~~~~

I locked eyes with the girl he had just finished seeing. It was Charity. My eyes widened as she grew scared. She rushed back in her room and slammed the door. I ran after Jacob to retrieve my phone. I told him I know who it is...but he threatened to hurt me if I said anything.

"She's fucking Jacob?" Ronnie asked.

"I think so. He said he would hurt me if I said anything and he didn't sound like he was playing,"

"Hurt you how?"

"He just pushed me into the outside wall of the building, got in my face, and said if I say anything, he was gonna hurt me. I don't know what they were talking about or what they did in that room, but I'm assuming they were most definitely having sex the way he acted,"

"If she can fuck Kassy's man, then she can fuck mine! I'm going back to the room! Fuck that!" Eisley got up, grabbed her food, and rushed back to the room.

~~~~~~

Charity and Duke were laughing up a storm while Duke was playing on his laptop with Kai, Jawan and a few others.

"Bro, you ass!" Kai yelled.

"You just suck! You ain't bout shit!" Duke said.

"Gotta get to skills up," Jawan said.

"Jawan, fuck you man!" Kai yelled.

"Whatever, you just soft as fuck!" Jawan said.

"Aye, Kai it's just a game," Duke laughed.

"Man—whatever, imma see ya niggas later. This just pissed me off," he said, exiting the game.

Duke, turned his laptop off and put it back in his bag.

"Are ya always like this?"

"Yup! Always. Them my niggas though,"

"Okay..."

"You got a boyfriend or something? I don't ever see you with nobody. I mean, I seen you with Jawan, but..."

"I'm single. Me and Jawan are just friends,"

"I think Jawan likes you,"

"I know he does. I just don't like him back,"

"Why?"

"I just don't see him that way. He asked me to the dance and I said yes, but we're going as friends,"

"I think you should give him a try,"

"I really don't for real. I don't know...I just have different interests,"

"Like what?"

"For you to be in a relationship, you're sure is asking me the wrong questions," she giggled.

"Just trynna get to know you. I know all the other friends, but you,"

"I'm only Patricia's friend. I'm also friends with a girl named Miami. The others, I'm just around them because of Patricia. That's it,"

"Okay,"

Duke got up from the bed and stood up. He winced, but he managed to walk over to the couch. He stood in front of Charity and pulled her up on her feet. She was bursting with butterflies and her adrenaline was high.

"You wanna tell me what you like now?"

"What you wanna know?"

"What interest you, what you notice about a guy, what you look for..."

"Well...I like guys that are intelligent,"

"Okay,"

"Motivated,"

"Mhm,"

"Charming,"

"Like me," he smiled.

"Okay, Duke. What are you doing?"

Duke took one look at the door, wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her chin with his finger and proceeded to kiss Charity.

"Is this a dream? Am I dreaming? This cannot be real? I am missing the most popular student in the city right now? I see why Eisley is so in love!"

Duke pulled away, smiled and laughed. Charity nervously laughed and sat back on the couch in awe.

"I know you like me. I be seeing the way you look at me. I see the way you watch me. I be seeing it. I see your nervousness all over your face when you come around me or when I come around you. I see it. It's cute," he said, getting back in bed. "I should be leaving soon anyway, so I can go back to the dorm,"

"Did you have to kiss me?"

"No, but I wanted too. I'll see you in class tomorrow right?"

"Yeah..."

"Stay after,"

The door swung open and Eisley examined the room. Everything was normal. Charity was on her phone and Duke was on his phone laughing.

"I think it's time we all go," Eisley said.

"Am I getting discharged yet?" Duke asked.

"Let me go and check," she said as she backed out of the room while still watching them.

It's a good thing she wasn't in the room a couple minutes ago.

#duke dennis #kai cenat #crime #mystery #romance #jacob latimore

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battle-subway-ghost · 4 months

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Intro.

Never been good at introducing myself.

Call me Ghost. Or Paris, I don't really care. Ghost's been an alias for a few years now, so do whatever you want with that.

I used to fight in the Battle Subway, so if you're from Unova and frequent it you probably know me from there. Unfortunately I moved to Galar a bit ago, so that's done now.

If you think you recognize me, firstly no you don't. I keep my face private for a reason. Secondly, don't come up to me if you aren't looking to have a battle. Not gonna force you but I don't like talking to strangers outside of that.

Yeah so my horse accidentally posted a video of me getting attacked by my rival's Froslass. So my face is kinda out there now. Don't fucking harass me or shit like that, don't be a weirdo. (and no, this doesnt mean ill be posting pictures of myself. Don't ask.)

(and for the love of arc don't try taking a picture of me. Some people have been trying that lately, and not a single time has it actually been me. Stop being weird and taking photos of random men with blue hair. I'm not recognizable.)

My team however, is a lot more recognizable than I am. Speaking of, it'd be pretty rude not to introduce them.

Full team of 6, I know, but that's not all, I've got 3 more non-battling Pokemon.

Cheri the Rattata, Joe the Rattata, and Bean the (albino) Alolan Rattata. I'll probably be posting about them quite a bit, they're my babies after all.

Oh, I also have a Weedle now. His name's Grungle. Training him to be a battler so far, we'll see how it goes.

I don't have much else to say. I've got battle strategy tips but most of what I know is specific to my tastes, so dont expect much.

Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction >:) I follow from @act11as! Muse is an adult, mod is a minor, don't be weird, etc.

Please note the blanket unreality warning in the description, I do not tag #unreality to avoid flooding the tag, but I do try to tag all non-out of character posts with #pkmn irl in case you need to block things from your dashboard at times! On that same note, OOC posts will be tagged as such, and I will mark them with green text (though often not past the first line, because it can be grating to look at after a while)

All trigger warnings will be tagged as "[word] tw" for the sake of consistency. And if I forget to tag something, please shoot me a dm or an ask!

Additionally: Please note that I am autistic and very chronically ill. I may have to end things earlier than they were planned to be because I just suddenly had a flare-up, and I often misinterpret/forget things, o7 please feel free to remind/correct me if I do!

Guidelines? I guess?

Literally any kind of pokemon irl blog can interact! Sentient pokemon, eebydeebies, evil teams, whatever. I'm chill with anyone, though the muse may not be, keep this in mind. If you want to do something, send me a dm! I'm more than happy to discuss things ^^

IN CHARACTER anon hate, be it just being an ass, homophobia, etc. etc. are perfectly fine. Note that I probably wont respond to all, especially if it seems to go a bit too far. (same vein: Feel free to start arguments with him if you want. It's always fun to write him angry <3)

^ Additionally, feel free to harass him for the bit. Just for funsies. I love playing into it if you can't tell!

PARIS CAN AND WILL BE AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR. Do not believe everything he says at face value, he often lacks information or will just full on lie.

Extra:

Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are always open! Feel free to torment this guy whenever you so please. (links go to the source posts for all 3 lol)

Musharna mail, (sending dreams) and Musharna malice (sending nightmares) are always on! Once again feel free to torment this guy.

Magic anons are usually off, unless I specifically specify otherwise!

Some organizational tags:

#[nickname] the [pokemon] - Most posts about Paris' pokemon should be tagged like this.

#rival tag - Tag for posts mentioning/about Paris' rival. (rival?)

#mylah tag - Tag used for @/tinkatinktrain- who was formerly anonymous.

#bluebird anon/bluebird tag - Tag used for @/blu3b1rdsss, similar situation to the above.

Lore? I guess?

#A Frosty Reception / #A Frosty Reception 2.0 - Takeovers of one of Paris' childhood friends. done twice because I kept getting sick :(

#Gone Fishing Arc - Paris fucked off into the woods and almost never returned! Good look into his character.

#Kicked to Kanto - Smaller thing, what it says on the tin.

#Team Fauna - Inconsistently tagged, but should have the vital bits in the general area? (Check "Cult tw" if otherwise). Paris goes undercover in a cult. He's very smart.

Anddd for music lovers- Here is his playlist.

#pkmn irl #pinned #// original to this was made in June/July (i forget) of 2023. I've just remade the post entirely since then #// The trainer card profile for the mons is a placeholder I do want to do something custom again #// but also this has been in my drafts for over 2 weeks I've been waiting to post it. so here we go

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itstokkii · 1 month

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One wound healed, another wound reopened

(a small turkuzbek gangster au drabble i did in the middle of class when i got bored, somehow i had the confidence to post this dumpster fire 😭)

"You throw yourself into danger too much," Nargiza sighed as she grabbed her roll of gauze and placed it next to the first aid kit. "It's been what, the 4th time this week? And it's only Monday..."

She dipped a ball of cotton in ethanol and held his arm firmly. "Careful, this'll hurt." He ripped his arm away.

"I-isn't there some other way to clean this up? Like water?"

"Sure, if you'd like to succumb to some kind of injury. Imagine that on your gravestone: Sadık Adnan, aged 32, unfortunately left us due to contracting sepsis... that'd be kind of embarrassing–" She chuckled.

"Alright, fine. Just–be careful, ok?"

She smiled, and grabbed his arm. "When am I not?"

"Yowch! Like the time you literally came into the line of fire to shield me and your siblings from a bullet?"

"Yeah, I can't help it sometimes...my instinct immediately go towards defense."

"Oh? Suddenly I'm important to you? Hmmmmm?"

"S-stop that! I've just known you since elementary, it's not a big deal!"

And that I've had feelings for you since then...

"I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened, y'know? As abnormal as our lives are, maybe we deserve to live something closest to normal... I'd like to-" Nargiza stopped.

I'm rambling. Thank goodness I stopped myself before-

"What?" He cocked his head at her.

"What do you mean, what?" She stopped wrapping his bandage.

"What do you wanna do? With your life?"

"No–it's a silly thought! I'll keep it that way." Usually her siblings would get the hint and stop pushing. But even though she's known Sadik for years, he never gets the hint.

I'd like to maybe have someone by my side for the rest of my twisted life...only if he'd stop having one night stands with every woman in this city...

"Really–"

"Yes."

"...Okay, then."

What a relief. He finally let it go.

"Oh wait, I forgot to tell you! I met this really hot lady and–"

She tugged at his bandage tightly. Not now. Please.

"Ouch! Hey, what's your deal?" Sadık stared at her.

"You'd think by now you'd realize how uncomfortable you make people when you talk about your womanizing escapades every week."

"What-"

"Bandage is done now. Get up." Nargiza spoke in a steely voice. As steely as she could get her voice to be, anyway. Her voice was beginning to get all shaky, and if she heard another stupid story of him seeing some random girl at a club she'd probably break down.

"Already? Usually we have tea after this, right–"

"Not. Today. Just. Go."

"Come on, you're that upset? What did I do?"

Nargiza lost it.

"If you liked some guy since elementary school and desperately clung onto the idea of eventually getting with him like an absolute fool, only for him to talk about every single hookup he's had the past week years later, wouldn't you ever worry about what was wrong with you? How long it'd take to get him to finally notice you?! How close yet far you were to him every single day?! How much you wished you meant something more to him?!"

Her voice bounced across the room back to her bleeding eardrums. She couldn't remember the last time she yelled like this. Her face felt extremely hot and she felt a wetness around her eyes, head pounding with pain. She felt embarrassment. Regret.

God, I'm so stupid! Why did I do that?!

She took a shaky breath and cleared her throat, wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

"I'm sorry. You're not entitled to anything of mine, but...there's a limit to how much of your stories I can take. How much I listen to. Especially when I..."

The feelings all rushed back and she couldn't speak anymore.

"Just go," she said weakly and curled up into a ball on the floor, engulfed by emotion.

That was one of the very rare times he listened to what she said without fail.

#hetalia #aph uzbekistan #hws uzbekistan #aph turkey #hws turkey #turkuzbek #tokki writes

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winterchimez · 9 months

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Mutuals who just radiate positive energy-

weeee another moot game!! thank you anon <3

ps. im tagging the ones that i interact/talk to the most!!

@sungbeam - hear me out folks. beam is literally one of the sweetest human bean you'll ever find here cs honestly never in a million years i'd imagine us to be moots when i've been following her works WAY BEFORE writing myself 😭 though now we're just two crackheads who literally scream abt anything/everything everyday now lmao 🤡

@cloverdaisies - there is a reason why i call her my love bcs it is what it is. i love her sm, clo is just always there for me and checking up on me daily, like???? yes everyday i thank God for blessing me with such a beautiful soul 🤧💚

@flwoie - my OG best supporter of my works!! sona's been there since the beginning of my writing journey and it always flatters me how she speaks highly of my works (bcs i myself do not think of it that way honestly before meeting you???) the way how she only has nice things to say is just- 🥹🥹🥹

@hanniluvi - i met soph through sona bcs of how she recommended my hyunjae series to her (which btw i'll always be grateful for both of your reviews and thoughts abt my first baby 🥹) soph's the sweetest and always tagging me in lot of the moot games too!!

@cupidjyu - another sweet meimei 🥹 honestly both her and her works just straight up radiate positive energy 24/7 like 🥹🥹🥹 yumi's just so sweet and cute i love interacting with her always!

@zzoguri - another one of my biggest supporters!! i enjoy every single conversation i have with moni and i find myself smiling all the time as i chat with them 🤧 and thank you too for actually reaching out to me first in the dms!

@heemingyu - sana was the first one to hop into my dms and i can't tell you how grateful i am for that 😭 (bcs im shy and don't usually start the convo first ajskdjdj) i love how we've just naturally be able to talk to each other well & literally have some of the same interest too!! (ps we will ignore the fact how she's always sending me sangyeon stuff and enjoys watching me lose my shit- 💀)

@stealanity - our big sister matty!! i've mentioned this in a previous moot game but she's literally the sweet unnie who would send you a positive message always and just makes your day a whole lot better 🫶🏻

@haet-sal - my fellow hyunjae wifu!! lacey is just so freaking hilarious yall i can't even begin how many times she has made me cackle so hard 😭

@i520cm - my fellow malaysian moot!! 🇲🇾 another one who makes me cackle bcs ipah would literally pop up in our gc and suddenly drops a random ass topic which makes us drop dead cs of how funny it is 😭

@daisyvisions - my fellow ult fav sangyeon stan!!! daisy has always been so sweet and nice to me since the beginning and i can't tell you how happy i was when you first interacted and followed me 😭 i always love talking to you whenever!!

@kinouuu - we just recently became moots but the way how boki's already giving me such sweet and positive energy vibes is just 🫶🏻 i look forward to having more convos! (and im still shooketh and so happy with the fact that ive finally found a fellow irish moot!!! 🧡)

@etherealcheol-mp3 - another recent moot!! im so happy you reached out to me first in dms and i can't believe that we've already been able to talk about so many things!! hehe i look forward to more convos with you toro & YALL I FINALLY FOUND A FELLOW 01 LINER 😭😭😭😭😭

#tag games! 🎮#sweetest anon! <3 #mutuals! <3 #dearest beam ✨#clo my love 💚#sonata 🎶#soph 🎀#yumi 🩷#moni 🦝#sana 🍀#matty 💫#lacey 🍡#ipah 🐿️#daisy 🌼#boki 🍯#toro 🫧

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jollywizardwitch · 1 year

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Qifrey x reader: "I do."

Hey, this is my first fanfic, so please be kind! I will be taking requests later in time! Hope you like it!

(not my art)

I could see the devine wisteria trees from the tainted window of the chapels dressing room.

"Professor (y/n), can you help me figure out how to get this spell to tie this ribbon please?"

Suddenly snapped back into reality, I realized that Riche was holding her little spell book out to me.

"Oh! Riche, I thought it was Tetia who was talking to me!" I say as I scratch the back of my head and giggled a bit.

"Of course I can." "Look, if you want the spell to move a certain way, you have to make the arrows move in chronological order. Top, to bottom."

"oh, I thought the arrow movements were left to right."

I chuckled, and pointed at the paper and was about to speak when there was a knock at the door.

"(Y/N) ? Are you in here?"

Agate and Tetia ran to the door and put their whole bodies up against it.

"professor Oru! You can't see her until she's ready!"

They said in EXACT sync. "Oru, you can't see me yet!" I said, barely concealing my giggles .

"I know, just I was making sure you were okay."

The voice behind the door said. I sighed, and smiled to myself. One of the boys I grew up with, acts so protective over me, yet always shuts himself away in his room.

The girls eventually gave In and let him go.

"OH MY LITERAL GOD! YOU SHAVED!"

" Yeah, it's a magic tool called a cosmetic mask. " He grinned.

"Miraculous, isn't it?" A soft tone said from behind the oak wood door. Tetia, Coco, Agate, and Riche all ran to the door and yelled....

"PROFESSOR QIFREY! GET OUT! GET OUT!"

I couldn't hide my laughter by any means.

"I'm sorry, but I recall certain little girls thinking me and Qifrey together was gross and mushy." I said with a smirk.

Tetia and Coco tried to put the most injured look on their faces. "I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE!" Tetia yelled.

"Qifrey, you can't see me before the wedding! It's bad luck!"

A soft chuckle came from behind the door. "Okay, okay. I'll leave."

*later...*

After everyone was ready, everyone but me got together to take a group photo.

(looks something like this)

(besides Oru, of course)

The dress would look something like this👇

You were nervous, and you felt like crying. What if Qifrey changed his mind? What if it doesn't work out?

Then, out of the blue, Coco appeared behind you and hugged you.

"It will be okay professor (Y/N). It will all be alright.'

You could barely contain your tears, but for the sake of the 30 minute makeup sesh, you kept your cool.

"Thank you Coco. That means a lot to me."

I walked down the aisle with the girls ahead tossing pedals. There he was, with Olruoggio, up at the front .

All of our eyes shining 🌟 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌟

#qifrey x reader

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moonmeg · 2 years

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Alright I feel well enough to address what happened to me the last two weeks that I had to speak in riddles and was so sad.

TW// death

Firstly, about two weeks ago my mom broke the news to me that our cat Mila, like her older sister a year before her, was hit by a car and did not make it. This is still difficult to talk about - no loss of someone you held so dear and close to your heart is easy to talk about. I was heartbroken and was left with this more or less alone. I had my best friend who I called immediately after who comforted me and I had my other friends giving comfort too and I am incredibly grateful to have friends that are there for me. What I needed though was a hug. I wanted to just fall into my best friends or mom's arms and cry, because no one here would hug me. Or understand my pain, as I was to find out. Now don't get me wrong, my host family was really really nice to me but when I confessed about my loss two days after I myself found out, because I didn't want to bother them with my personal problems, I was met with a simple "I'm sorry" from both host mom and host dad. I wasn't expecting a hug or kisses, but a gentle stroke on the shoulder or some more words of comfort other than a plain "I'm sorry" would've been nice.

These are the downsides of being abroad and away from family and friends. When you need them physically, they aren't there and can't be.

Because I was so hurt and because I was mourning my little baby I had barely to no motivation for anything the next day. I overslept for work and after host mom arrived from the night shift she went to Corso Italia with the boys and her sister and brother-in-law. She invited me to come along but I refused, due to the low motivation. A mistake as it turned out.

Last Wednesday I was late for about 4 minutes. I left my phone downstairs and in my rush I didn't close the door upstairs fully. I urged to the host mom and while she did criticise and scold me (as deserved) she also said "I know you don't do this on purpose but this cannot happen again."

When I arrived home, I made myself a tea and suddenly host mom calls me. The connection is bad and there is wind hindering me on hearing her properly. I misunderstood a question about the door at first and thus answered wrong and when I understood correctly I obviously answered with the truth. In the evening first the Au Pair agency called me, letting me know my host mom is worried and asking me how I feel about the placement here. Then they called me upstairs. To talk. And we did talk. I found out apparently they had their doubts since Saturday (the day after I found out my cat died) because I was so off and now after the disastrous day that was Wednesday, they... couldn't trust me anymore. Because I was late, because they thought handling the kids was too much for me (which isn't true but they never bothered to ask me), because they thought our life styles are too different (which is true but it's not a problem to me), because they thought I lied on the call, because my inactivity on Saturday was unreasonable, host mom literally saying "I worked the whole night through and still went with the kids. You just stayed here and rested.". That I refused because I found out my beloved cat died the evening before and had no time to mourn her because I had to work again didn't seem like a reasonable "excuse". I explained myself but without use. They made the decision to end the hosting. I can stay with them until I found another host family but they cannot trust me enough anymore to keep me as Au Pair. Ironically, this week they still wanted me to help out with the kids despite not being able to trust me?

For clarification: the way I'm handling with the kids wasn't the problem at all. Just what's mentioned above.

Anyways, I did find a new host family very quickly thanks to the agency and they are also very nice and open people so far. I'm not with the new family just yet, I'll probably move this weekend. The only person I had to truly comfort me was the caretaker of the great-grandmother that I live with - Olga. Due to both of us being able to communicate in Russian and coming from similar cultures (she's Ukrainian, I'm half Russian) and her treating me like I'm some long lost daughter or niece, she has established herself as the most important person to me here. It pains me to leave her behind but I got her phone number so we can stay in contact.

Hopefully everything goes well now.

#moonmegs au pair in 🇮🇹

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martianbugsbunny · 7 months

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You know what was not fun? Suddenly out of nowhere developing eczema when I was in my mid teens.

1, it gets bad every time the season changes—every summer I'm like no yeah it gets really gnarly when it gets all hot and humid and every winter I'm like no yeah it gets really gnarly when it gets all cold and dry.

2, I'm horrible at the not-scratching thing. Do I know it will make the problem worse, and probably also cause some bleeding/weeping? Yep. Does that make it easier to resist? No. It itches. When things itch I want to scratch. I often do it without even thinking and oh shit now I feel bad because I should've "just not scratched" and also now my hands hurt more.

3, I fear even scratching what appears to be a regular itch on my hands, the insides of my elbows, or the backs of my knees, because I have it predominately on my hands but it's been really horrible on the backs of my knees especially, like before I realized there was actually something going on there I scratched so much it hurt when I ran soap over the skin while I was showering, and there were always these big red bumps with little spots of blood, and if I scratch in one of those places what if I cause it to flare up by irritating the skin?

4, I feel bad for complaining about it, because I feel like people are going to see me feeling sorry for myself about my (legitimate) skin condition and say okay dramatic bitch it's just a skin thing it's not that big a deal, and because I sometimes feel that way towards myself about it even though I live in my own body and I know it is a big deal; it itches all the time and it hurts and as you can clearly see by this post that all effects me mentally.

5, it makes me feel ugly sometimes. When I had it on my knees it was summer, and therefore I was wearing shorts, and it was visible and I knew it. I was so worried that people were going to look at it and be revulsed or make fun of me or just laugh about how ugly it was, because it's not pretty—and it's a medical condition, it's not supposed to be, but it still makes me feel lousy. On my hands, depending on how long my sleeves are, I can cover most of it, but I still know it's there and I worry that if I shift my hands too much while talking other people are going to see it and wonder ew, what's wrong with you, and not want to be near me.

6, it started at the worst possible time. I was a teenager with my first boyfriend, a very hard-won boyfriend mind you, talking to him in the first place was the boldest thing I'd ever dared to do not just because I knew he was cute and smart and that he liked superheroes, but because he was a human being and speaking to other humans is one of my greatest trials, and it was all well and fine until our second date was coming up and suddenly I had these horrible red patches all over my skin and all I wanted out of life at the time was to hold hands with my boyfriend but I felt incredibly self-conscious and sad about the idea that my eczema might gross him out and he wouldn't want to hold hands with me. (In case you're saying poor Martian, hunny did he let you down? no. he did not. I drove myself crazy not scratching and was lotioning day and night to try and get it under control and for the most part I did so I suppose I'll never know if he would've, given the opportunity, but I didn't have to worry about it on the day of the date itself so that's what counts for me.)

7, it's something I had to adapt to. not very good at doing that tbh. Every time I have a flare up I'm can't help thinking it wasn't always like this and being upset, because my skin used to act the way skin is supposed to and for some reason I don't even know, it stopped.

8, I was prescribed medicine (one that will literally do permanent damage to my skin if I use it too often but that's barely here or there), but if I forget to put my preemptive strike on for a couple of nights and there's a change in the weather and I don't use my anti-eczema lotion enough during the day then I have a flare up anyway.

9, once a flare up starts it's really hard to stop. Nine times out of ten one of the problems is that my hands are too dry to start with, but the medicine only makes them dryer, which while it does help them heal, it also creates a different secondary sort of problem that stymies the healing at a certain point. So I take a break from the medicine to focus on getting my skin to a healthy moisture level but that's really hard to do, I don't know why, and the eczema is getting worse because I'm not applying the medicine and I'm kind of stuck.

So...yeah. Eczema sucks and I'm not even a little brave about it, I'm just tired and sad.

#I'm not happy bob. not. happy.#eczema #skin health #or lack thereof #skin #also pretty sure I have low-grade psoriasis on my face sometimes bc it looks hexactly like when my dad has the same thing #it's way less visible and usually not a huge deal but it also itches and then of course I scratch and it bleeds #which just isn't good #anyway my hands look and feel horrible right now so oof lmao #martianbugsbunny grumbles

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having-conniptions · 10 months

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KinnPorsche ep 13 Rewatch Rambles:

The op always gets me so pumped

OH HOLD ON OH FUCK I NEED TO PAUSE 1 SECOND INTO THE EPISODE BECAUSE I KNOW VEGAS IS ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING THAT MADE ME HAVE TO PAUSE 5 SECONDS INTO THE EPISODE THE FIRST TIME AROUND BC I NEEDED TO COLLECT MYSELF

I AM NOT READY

SO I'LL JUST BE STARING AT VEGAS AND PETE HOLDING HANDS AND LOOKING SOFT AND PRETTY

Also I wanna know when and how Vegas put the one handcuff back on Pete's wrist I NEED TO KNOW

"Do you know how sexy you are?" WELL VEGAS DO YOU KNOW? BECAUSE AAAAAAAAAA *yeets myself into the sun*

And Vegas' thumb gently stroking Pete's palm?? why is the most unhinged couple also the most sensual and soft one I am going to flip

Vegas honey you're still a freak

The way he looks at Pete, the way he smiles at him... 😭❤️

Omg the "lunch with dad" scene aaaahhh the awkwardness

Also the lack of communication between Kinn and Porsche YET AGAIN

VEGAS COOKING FOR PETE AND HAVING HIS INGREDIENTS PREPPED AND READY TO GO LIKE THE WIFEY THAT HE IS

AND HE LOOKS SO HAPPY WHILE DOING IT 😭❤️ and the food looks sooooo good

Sorry I'll be very annoying about VP in this ep

Homophobic Dad™️ interrupts yet again and Vegas goes straight back to hurt little boy mode (but with a touch of sass this time)

Kinn trying to communicate but being unable to do so without flirting is so on-brand

Side note: Porsche bounces his leg when he's stressed

TALK TO EACH OTHER

Nooooo I can't go through the VP drama again

When Vegas sits down next to Pete and they look at each other you can tell something has changed for both of them. Something has shifted. Holy fuck this hurts

Vegas trying soooo hard not to lose it in front of Pete even though it wouldn't be the first time, the shift in their dynamic and Vegas' fear of vulnerability making him overcompensate with anger and violence, Pete switching from "hopeful" to "just fucking kill me" because all he really wants is to get out of there, with or without Vegas, dead or alive, he's confused, he's overwhelmed, he's hurt, he's ashamed, WILL THIS COUPLE EVER STOP MAKING ME INSANE? NO

Again Tankhun is the only one with at least one braincell

VEGAS' FACE WHEN PETE SAYS "NOT EVEN MY HUMANITY" HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO PASS OUT HE REALIZED WHAT HE'S DONE AND AS SOON AS PETE STARTS WITH THE SELF-HATE VEGAS IS SCARED OUT OF HIS MIND HE IS SO SCARED TO HURT HIM EVEN MORE SO SCARED TO LOSE HIM

The harder you hold on to something the more it slips away huh

The way Pete gingerly touches Vegas' face one last time before apologizing and knocking him out I AM GOING INSANE

Khun's funeral outfit kinda slays

If I fully believed Pete was dead I'd cry like that too

Porsche hiding behind Kinn's back by climbing him like a tree will never not be funny

This show switches between angst and comedy so effortlessly istg

Speaking of which, back to angst.

"Tell me who did it, I'll handle it right away" oooooh but Pete doesn't want that does he

"Please believe me. I'm asking you" 😭😭😭 basically please stop asking bc I don't know how much longer I can hold it together if I have to keep lying to you

Kim come on wtf did you expect

THE POLAROIDS 😭 they were together for longer than the show made it look like huh?

Kim fucked up but still it hurts to see him cry

And then it cuts to Vegas sitting alone in front of TWO (2) plates with rice and several bowls of toppings

AND THE WHOLE TIME THE BREAKUP SONG IS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND

And Vegas is crying into his rice and Pete is crying into his noodles and I am suddenly obsessed with Pete's hands

PORSCHE! TALK TO KINN YOU IDIOT

Pete looks so good wearing jewelry aaaaa and that shirt (I want it) he's so pretty wtf

"And this is for Pete." Porsche is literally bestie goals I fucking love him

"I was blinded by the adults" newsflash Vegas you're an adult too

"SHOOT ME!" whyyyy does VegasPete have to hurt so fucking much

Pete ugly sobbing into Vegas' shoulder was so fucking raw

Porsche knows Kinn's schedule by heart awww

Kinn "meeting" Porsche's parents and immediately shit-talking Porsche hahahahahah

SAPPY KINN AND FLUSTERED PORSCHE 😭❤️

Oh I almost forgot about the balcony pool scene

I can NOT see this scene the same way ever since I noticed the huge "Deutsche Bank" sign in the background it's too distracting 😂

The way Porsche softly caresses Kinn's face while he sleeps and then gets interrupted by a text from Vegas 😭

Kim is worried 👀

Scumbag uncle is still a scumbag but at least he was telling the truth

Wish we could have explored the Vegas & Porsche vs Kinn & Pete dynamic more tbh u know just for the angst

Someone gotta tune that piano

Not Korn having Porsche believe he's Kinn's cousin for a hot second

#ooof its a long one #and mainly vegaspete #sorry not sorry #kinnporsche ep 13 #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche rewatch

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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soooooo... I need to rant.

If you didn't already know, I applied for this job and I breezed through the first two interviews, and the last round was like something that I was dreading because that is what determines if I get in or I don't. Long story short, I think the interview went great! But I want to talk about it because I have a lot on my mind eeeeee.

Hours before the ops round, I had been told that a senior trainer would contact me to get me ready for the interview. And for some weird reason, I thought i'd be speaking with a woman. Because all the people who've taken me through the process so far were women.

But.

It was a man.

A man named Alex.

AND HE SOUNDED LIKE NAMJOON WTF

Not me panicking for a good minute and going "Uh, yes. I... yes that is correct, aaaah yes. oh. yes." LMAO

I was told to ask him every question that I had. But when I heard him speak, I suddenly forgot everything (even though I had my questions down on paper in front of me smh). His accent was like... I can't even explain. It sounded just like Namjoon. There's this interview on yt where Namjoon actually says my name (the day I had my first death) and THIS MAN SAID IT THE EXACT SAME WAY WTF.

I spent a good twenty minutes after getting off the call just sitting on my bed, numb. Like. Did I just speak to Namjoon? Is this how it would be to speak to Namjoon????????

well, anyway. I just gave the last interview and I was really proud of myself too. I'm a person whose spoken English sucks. Like what even? I write well, and I've got it all figured out and it sounds AMAZING in my brain. But when I speak?

Lol.

BUT I was so proud of the way I spoke. Partly because the interviewer was so sweet (a man again, but he sounded really soft and reassuring), and at the end of the interview, he gave me a long brief of the role that I've applied for, the job itself, the company, the requirements etc. etc. etc. When I mentioned this to my consultant after finishing the interview, he told me that if the interviewer told me about the job, I've basically made it. BUT I don't want to get my hopes up just yet. I'm happy right now and I don't want to spoil my mood by addressing the possibility of not getting through.

The thing that I was most excited to tell you guys about was that my interviewer asked me a lot about Tumblr! I just mentioned it in my introduction but he seemed really interested and I told him all about you guys! Like, I have over 2.5k followers from all over the world (something that I still can't wrap my head around) and damn I told him how much I love the way you guys support me and my efforts and passion for writing. He was so pleased to hear that too. At that moment, I felt so accomplished. I thought to myself, even if I don't get through, I just realized how much I love writing. How much I love my precious readers. It made me calm, it really did. So in a way, you guys helped me get through this interview!! I hope you know how much this means to me. How much you mean to me.

Aaaaaand I'm exhausted now. I've been typing non-stop because I'm literally so excited but I need to get some work done so I'll be on my way!

WATCH OUT FOR AN ANNOUNCEMENT IN A FEW HOURS ;)

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dojunie · 2 years

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Hello, it's "time goes by fast" anon. May I ask you for some tips for writing? How did you get into it? I've tried to myself, but I mainly draw and it's so different and harder compared to writing. It might be because my first language isn't English, so when I try to come up with sentences, it kind of gets stuck at finding the right words.

tips for writing!!!!! my goodness i wish i had a specific set of rules or thoughts or whatever but i have no set lines that i follow 🤕🤕🤕🤕 and i used to draw too!!!! i had this blog on tumblr where i used to upload my art for bts, but as i gradually grew out of bts and drawing in general, i stopped updating it lol

i got into writing fanfiction in 2014 when i was fourteen i think (5SOS... 💀) but ive been making up stories for basically my whole life, so i have no concrete rules... so i'll just mention a few of the things i do that help me put out a finished product that i'm proud of!

[a/n]: i got WAY too into answering this so it's going under a readmore LOL, please scroll if this doesn't interest you

what i do is that i edit... a lot. probably too much. definitely too much. if i had to give you the #1 thing i do that i think has the biggest impact on my work, is that i am Always Editing. ive heard other advice where people say to not edit until you're done, but i just don't operate that way; i gotta edit as i go. i just gotta. every single time i open something i'm working on i read it over from the very beginning of that chapter/scene, and always end up fixing a few things on the way down that i didn't notice while writing. and if you do this every time, or often enough, eventually you will shape your words into something you've really thought through and understand the purpose of. for example, like you said, a sentence where the words/idea doesn't quite flow as well as i envisioned it in my head. i take things out, i delete it altogether and try rewriting it with a different feeling, i move the sentence to a different part of the paragraph, i try a different word (i LOVE the thesaurus.com website for helping me find different words for the same meaning, cause it really spices up a sentence if the word sounds too... stuck. i literally have it saved in my browser bookmarks lol.)

and besides my habit of excessively overediting i'm not sure what else to tell you 😔 so i'm going to list a few things ive realized i really pay attention to while writing! ⇩⇩⇩⇩

sentence length!!! vary your sentences!!! this really helps keep the reader engaged with reading and comprehending tone and feelings; i.e long sentences feel very descriptive, they draw you in with a lot of information at once and (especially in dialogue!) / and shorter sentences feel important, sharp and direct, they snap quicker and more suddenly. long and short work well together!

character voices!! for me, this means the way each person in the story thinks, acts, or talks; like how in misdial, Jeno's 'voice' is very matter of fact. it's a little more blunt, a bit flat and unemotive, to the point that his true feelings are often misunderstood because people can't tell what he's thinking. he's serious. still. careful. so i use a lot of periods and short sentences to try and get this across! with mc, however, i want her to come across as spunky, easily agitated, hard-headed and quite relaxed; so i make it a point to have her talk back under her breath, she curses a lot, sometimes speaks before she thinks about what she's really saying. a lotta exclamation points, wordy sentences, smart-ass retorts and playful comments. the way your character talks (in their head and out loud) really sets the tone of the writing!

if something sounds weird and clunky, or stuck, try reading it out loud! not like yelling it or anything, but maybe just whisper it to yourself. i've found that this helps me figure out which part of a sentence is the weird bit that needs to be changed to flow better.

dont be afraid to scrap certain parts or change a scene completely! this is something i struggle with still, lmao, but ive unfortunately realized that it does actually help to cut a part if it's giving you hell. (by this i mean it doesn't flow right no matter what you do, doesn't fit the rest of the scene, or feels clunky and weird and wont sound right no matter how you edit it). i was stuck on a fic once for almost a week, trapped by a scene that i couldn't bear the part with because i thought it NEEDED to be in the fic... and then the moment i removed it and tried to write it a different way, it just worked. (and just to be clear, i dont delete it completely! i just copy paste the problem section into a temporary doc so i dont lose all that work, but sometimes just getting it out of the way is enough to get the gears turning again!)

and that's all i guess!?!?! WOW i kind of went crazy with this but ive never been asked this question before, and really wanted to give you my honest thoughts... so i genuinely hope this helps you in some way!!!!

tysm for asking me this! thinking about this so seriously actually helped me as well 🙇‍♀️

(i'm going to dub you 📚 anon <3)

#dojun talks #dojun talks Too Much #📚 anon #advice #???#i give advice now 😭 what a historic day this is #mom i made it

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vannahmontannah · 5 months

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Eisley and the others have been at the hospital all day and it is now 7:30 at night. Duke's parents have came and checked on him earlier and they went home not long ago.

"I'm hungry as hell," Ronnie said.

"I am too," Patricia said.

"Ya, we just ate," Dia said.

"Ya can go, ya know that right?" Duke said, rolling his eyes.

"We're here for you!" Ronnie said. "Where's Kai and Jawan at? They were only here for an hour compared to us!"

"I mean they niggas...what ya expect?"

"I'm gonna go across the street to get my food. When I come back, we're fighting. Real talk," Ronnie said, getting up from her seat.

"Oh, I'm not really hungry for real,"

"That's because you ate a big ass pizza earlier," Dia said.

"Do you have a problem with me or something?" Charity asked.

"I do, but I'm gonna keep quiet," Dia rolled her eyes and exited the room.

"What's her issue?" Patricia asked.

Everyone left the room leaving Charity and Duke alone. Charity shook her head and just scrolled on her phone.

"Why you let her punk you like that?" Duke asked.

Charity suddenly became disabled and couldn't speak. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at her phone. She was so nervous, her fingers were shaking. Duke chuckled and sat up on the bed.

"You good?"

"I'm fine," she said softly.

"I can't hear you, mamas,"

Charity heart damn near busted inside her lungs. "Did he just call me mamas?" She thought.

"I said I'm fine,"

"If I were you, she wouldn't have gotten a mouthful,"

"I was with her all day and she chose now to say something. Real lame of her,"

"It is, no cap. But...I be seeing you in class...all alone and quiet,"

"Just a shy person unless I know someone,"

"I'm sorry to make you my slave, but may you please hand me my bag?"

"Yeah,"

Charity, got up and did as he asked. She got his bag and placed it on the bed.

"This is nice!"

"I appreciate it. Need to make sure Kai and 'em ain't trynna cheat on shit,"

"On the game?"

"Yup! That's why I wanted everybody gone so I can play in peace!"

"I would go, but Patricia is my ride,"

"Damn. It's all good though,"

Charity walked back to her seat and sat down and got back on her phone. Duke took a nice look at her body as she walked away analyzing her every move.

"You didn't have to move," he chuckled.

"I'm just giving you some privacy,"

"They already out the hospital. Women be walking fast as hell," he said, checking his phone. "So, what you like to do?"

"I like to draw a lot,"

"What you be drawing?"

"A lot of shit. I draw people, characters, object...just anything I find interesting at that moment,"

"Imma call you Picasso. That's my nickname for you,"

"I like that,"

~~~~~

"What's your deal with Charity?" Patricia asked.

"She's just weird. Something is off about her and I know it,"

"How?" Eisley asked.

"I just heard some things..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know if I should say,"

"You bought it up now so...might as well,"

"...we gotta sit down,"

All the girls got their food and sat in the back of the restaurant.

"Yesterday, I ran into Jacob on my way to see Kai..."

~~~~~~

I was texting Kai on my phone letting him know I was on my way. I wasn't looking where I was going and I bumped into him.

"I'm so sorry..."

"You good,"

"Jacob? What are you doing here?"

"I was seeing somebody,"

"Who you here to see? I don't see Kassy no where!"

"You talking too loud. Lower your damn voice,"

"So you weren't here to see Kassy?"

"Why do you care?"

"I was just asking,"

"And you're nosey as fuck! Damn..."

"You're trespassing and I can literally report you right now,"

"You don't have the power—"

"I know the night officers. Now why am I here? Because I got pass and I see you don't have one,"

"It could be in my pocket,"

"Spill or I'm snitching,"

"You won't—"

I pulled up my contacts and clicked on the night officers name. I evil smiled in his face while waiting for an answer.

"And if you don't answer, I'll just text Kassy myself and she won't like that,"

"Fuck...okay. I was just with my homegirl. We were talking some things out. That's all,"

"I don't believe that. You smell funny,"

"Why you doing allat? That's weird as fuck!"

"Who pussy was you fucking? You got five seconds,"

"What?"

"Five,"

"DiaMonté,"

"Four,"

"Bro, stop!"

"Three,"

"I already told you—"

"Two,"

"Bro—"

"One,"

I went to Kassy's profile, but Jacob snatched my phone and ran off.

"Give me my shit back!" I yelled.

"Jacob, you forgot your beanie—"

~~~~~~

"She's fucking Jacob?" Ronnie asked.

"I think so. He said he would hurt me if I said anything and he didn't sound like he was playing,"

"Hurt you how?"

"If she can fuck Kassy's man, then she can fuck mine! I'm going back to the room! Fuck that!" Eisley got up, grabbed her food, and rushed back to the room.

~~~~~~

Charity and Duke were laughing up a storm while Duke was playing on his laptop with Kai, Jawan and a few others.

"Bro, you ass!" Kai yelled.

"You just suck! You ain't bout shit!" Duke said.

"Gotta get to skills up," Jawan said.

"Jawan, fuck you man!" Kai yelled.

"Whatever, you just soft as fuck!" Jawan said.

"Aye, Kai it's just a game," Duke laughed.

"Man—whatever, imma see ya niggas later. This just pissed me off," he said, exiting the game.

Duke, turned his laptop off and put it back in his bag.

"Are ya always like this?"

"Yup! Always. Them my niggas though,"

"Okay..."

"You got a boyfriend or something? I don't ever see you with nobody. I mean, I seen you with Jawan, but..."

"I'm single. Me and Jawan are just friends,"

"I think Jawan likes you,"

"I know he does. I just don't like him back,"

"Why?"

"I just don't see him that way. He asked me to the dance and I said yes, but we're going as friends,"

"I think you should give him a try,"

"I really don't for real. I don't know...I just have different interests,"

"Like what?"

"For you to be in a relationship, you're sure is asking me the wrong questions," she giggled.

"Just trynna get to know you. I know all the other friends, but you,"

"I'm only Patricia's friend. I'm also friends with a girl named Miami. The others, I'm just around them because of Patricia. That's it,"

"Okay,"

"You wanna tell me what you like now?"

"What you wanna know?"

"What interest you, what you notice about a guy, what you look for..."

"Well...I like guys that are intelligent,"

"Okay,"

"Motivated,"

"Mhm,"

"Charming,"

"Like me," he smiled.

"Okay, Duke. What are you doing?"

Duke took one look at the door, wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her chin with his finger and proceeded to kiss Charity.

"Is this a dream? Am I dreaming? This cannot be real? I am missing the most popular student in the city right now? I see why Eisley is so in love!"

Duke pulled away, smiled and laughed. Charity nervously laughed and sat back on the couch in awe.

"Did you have to kiss me?"

"No, but I wanted too. I'll see you in class tomorrow right?"

"Yeah..."

"Stay after,"

The door swung open and Eisley examined the room. Everything was normal. Charity was on her phone and Duke was on his phone laughing.

"I think it's time we all go," Eisley said.

"Am I getting discharged yet?" Duke asked.

"Let me go and check," she said as she backed out of the room while still watching them.

It's a good thing she wasn't in the room a couple minutes ago.

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