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love-bugsy · 8 months

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meet cut(e) | jason todd

the worst thing about love (two) / (one)

you’re just trying to get through your surgical residency, but this masked vigilante keeps showing up half-dead on your fire escape and reminding you of your dead best friend. oh well, at least he's cute.

tw: allusions to character death, depictions of grief, mentions of blood and injuries, swearing, completely ooc Jason but he’s like my own lil character now and I’m protective, i learned my medical terminology from grey's anatomy don't hate me

only jerks steal other people's writing (just don't repost, mate)

You’re awake when he stumbles into your apartment two weeks later. You stare at him owlishly; knees tucked up against your plush, non-indented couch, glass of Merlot in your hand kept carefully away from the carpet you just scrubbed the bloodstains out of. You set it gingerly on your coffee table, half convinced he’s not real.

“I got… a cut.” It seems strange for this masked vigilante - you may or may not have been doing some tipsy research on the hooded hero - to look so sheepish. All six feet of him stooped in your cramped apartment, one hand clutched to his side, that emotionless mask staring straight through you. You get up from your couch wordlessly, walking down the hallway to rummage through your bathroom.

First aid kit and isopropyl in hand, you return to his awkward stance in the middle of your living room; his gaze intently focused on your overstuffed bookshelf. His attention snaps to you when your sock-clad footsteps meet the edge of the plush rug separating you. From this angle, you can see the stubborn, brown bloodstain that you tried to hide under the leg of your armchair - little marks… stains or rusting memories… You gesture to your couch, and he sits, taking off his jacket.

Yanking a stool over to sit in front of him, you pull up his shirt, brows furrowing at the slice in his side. He’s undressed the cut you stitched up for him before he should have, and you examine it while you clean his most recent knife wound. Your stitches are far from perfect - the scar bulging in some areas - but for such a high tension wound, it’s healed well.

Your eyes flicker up to his blood red mask for a moment, and it occurs to you - distantly - that you should probably be terrified. I mean, seriously. A part of you screams that this is how people get murdered. Another part of you thinks that this is the most vulnerable he ever gets; his shirt off, gritting his teeth through the pain of 91% isopropyl alcohol.

Another - buried - part of you thinks this seems familiar.

Your gaze darts back down to his chest, lingering unconsciously on the end of the scar that cuts out from underneath his shirt. Your eyes catch on the ugly bruises decorating the tan expanse of his torso, some angry and purple, others a sickly yellow. He clears his throat awkwardly and your cheeks heat, returning your attention to sterilising his wound. Real classy, birdie, ogling a guy whose face you’ve never seen. He breaks the thick silence first, low voice crackling through his modulator.

“How’s it look, doc? ‘m I gonna survive?” You hide a smile beneath your exasperated look, brows knitted. Still, you can’t fully conceal the amused edge in your dry tone.

“You’re not nearly as charming when you’ve been stabbed.” He cocks his mask; unreadable. For a long moment, you think you might have actually offended him, until he huffs out a staticky laugh.

“Slashed, actually.” You scrunch your nose. Pedantic asshole.

“Look, I’ve had a long day, which wasn’t exactly made better by having to patch up a freak in a super-suit, so just… save the witty ironicism for someone who didn’t have to clean up baby vomit all day.” You can hear the smile in his voice when he responds, mask’s gaze still fixed on your face.

“Ouch, doc, and here I thought you were happy to see me.” A little pause as you meet his gaze briefly, unable to shake the familiarity… the instinctive fondness that warms your chest. His next words seem more guarded. “So, why’re you helping me then?” Good question. Your focus never falters from the slow concentric circles you’re rubbing around his wound with an alcohol soaked hand towel.

“I took an oath.” He laughs again and you quash the little spark of pride that hearing it gives you. You swap the towel in your hand for a roll of bandages and a plaster, applying the latter first before starting to wrap his waist.

“My bad, doc, I thought you were helping me out of the goodness of your heart.”

You scrunch your nose, trying to suppress the smile that tugs insistently at your mouth. Reaching for a clip, you secure his bandages and help him pull his shirt down so it doesn’t catch. You get up from the stool, shuffling it out of the way for your future self to move back in front of your kitchen island. Yawning, you stretch your hands above your head, a little noise of relief leaving your mouth when the tension in your shoulders loosens. You pretend not to notice how his mask tilts, lingering on the sliver of skin exposed as your shirt lifts.

He settles backwards, leaning his shoulders over the arm of your couch so that his legs don’t dangle over the edge. You watch as he yanks your throw blanket haphazardly over his torso and crosses his arms over his chest. You’re sure he must be keeping you in his peripheral as you startle out of eyeing him warily, but he doesn’t acknowledge any of it. Maybe to save you some dignity. Padding back to the hallway, you make it halfway before pausing, words spilling from your mouth unbidden.

“You can have some coffee, you know.”

“What?” The question comes out slurred, a full night’s worth of adrenaline finally dwindling. It brings back a flash of a near empty coffee pot - last dregs dripping slowly into a blue mug held in lethargic hands. You blink.

“In the morning.” He tilts his mask, and you stumble to elaborate, “When you sneak out. You can have some coffee.” Cautious, you study his reaction, but your vigilante doesn’t move an inch - his mask’s white slits boring holes into you like he’s trying to figure you out. Or waiting for a catch. You think he might trust you more if you give him one.

“You have to wash the mug, though. And the coffee’s old.” If you focus hard enough, you can hear something percolating - the coffee in your makeshift warmer or… the tenuous thread of something like dependency. He shifts on the couch and you suppress a wince at the stress it will put on his injuries.

“I like old coffee,” he hums out blurrily, hushed static of his modulator nearly rendering the words unintelligible. You flinch, turning off the living room light instead of responding.

You’re seventeen, he’s sixteen. You give him shit for being two months younger than you. It’s so late at night you’ll start to call it morning soon, and the two of you sit on opposite sides of a diner counter.

You lean over the counter, arms outstretched, dropping your head into your clasped hands. He reaches over you, pouring out another cup of old, lukewarm coffee. He follows it up with an unholy amount of cream and sugar - just how you like it - nudging it over to you with that wry grin of his.

“Tired, birdie?” You are tired, but not as tired as he is. You think maybe Wayne Enterprises should be funding his college tuition, not this superhero shit. Superhero shit that he never talks about, except. He used to tell you everything. You used to tell him everything.

Because he’s smart. He’s really smart. Smart enough to not risk his life every night. You want to tell him that but you know he doesn’t see it that way. In that mask, he’s infallible. Instead, you hum in agreement, dragging the mug closer and taking a sip. You scowl at the bitterness.

He frowns petulantly, looking at you with tired, amused eyes. “You don’t like my coffee?” You set down your cup, wrinkling your nose at the unexpectedly loud ‘clink’ it makes against the counter.

“You’re so dramatic, blue, only you like day-old coffee.” He gives you a dry look, one that says he’s too tired to mock-argue with you. So instead, you turn on the sink behind the counter, rinsing cutlery to load the dishwasher. You both sit in near silence, broken only by his fingers tapping carefully on the counter and your absent-minded hums.

You spend days agonising over a present as his birthday rapidly approaches, though you know he hates the fuss. You settle on a gunmetal grey lighter, shakily hand engraved with a bluejay. Something to replace his shitty BIC one, with its smudged sharpie lettering that barely spells out ‘JT’.

Secretly, you look forward to the sardonic comment he'll make about how he thought you disapproved of his cancer sticks. The truth is, you don't think you could stop enabling him.

A month out from his birthday, he drops by after patrol with your copy of Wuthering Heights. You ask if he liked it and he says he didn’t. Something, something, overly maudlin. He’s lying. He always gets that little specific crease between his eyebrows when he lies to you.

It feels like all you see lately.

Are the nightmares getting worse?

Lie.

Stayin’ out of trouble?

Lie.

Are we always going to be like this? Am I always going to lose you when you put on that suit?

Lie.

Over and over until you snap, poking a finger straight into the crease and smoothing it out. You tell him you want the truth and he tells you he can’t give it to you. You yell at him for ten hour-long minutes, sweeping angry gestures with your arms. One of them knocks over his half-full mug - blue shards shattering in the slow spill of murky coffee. You wish you remembered what he said to you, but all you remember is watching him leave. The last time he ever did.

You wait two weeks for him to come back, recording apologetic voicemails that he dodges with clipped, sullen phone calls. Then, he stops picking up at all.

His death isn’t reported on the news.

Alfred visits you once after he dies, carrying Jason’s old leather jacket like a sleeping animal that might come alive at any second. You don’t talk - not even when he hands it to you - you don’t know what you would say. You don’t know each other, you have nothing in common, except that you loved the same person once.

Your life shrinks - going through the same mechanical motions for months on end, school, work, home. It feels blasphemous to do anything but stare at the jacket - to lift it from where it hangs on the back of your door, to make it yours instead of his - until, one day, you can’t bear to be distant from him anymore. You put it on, shove your hands in the pockets like he always did, digging around. You find an old hairtie of yours in the inside pocket and a stick of apple pie flavoured lip balm you lent him last winter.

His lighter is in the front pocket, blue as his pale, dark eyes. Carefully, you place it on your desk, next to the one you meant to gift him.

Two lighters and you don’t even fucking smoke.

oof okay, this one was a bit of a monster (don't know if it bodes well for this series for me to have struggled with this chapter so much lol) but i hope you guys like it. :) i might have to take a little break over the next month because of my final exams, but rest assured, doc and jay will be back again come november. tysm for reading!

with love, bugsy

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karuuhnia · 3 months

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I've been a Pokémon fan since the very beginning and recently a friend asked me who my favourite character was. I couldn't answer with just one character. So instead I gave her my top 3 favourites from each generation - and then turned it into this. lol

A little bit more info under the cut if you're interested.

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Please do not alter, repost/reupload or redistribute my artwork anywhere! (Reblogging is perfectly fine, of course.)

Gen 1:

Blue: The original rival, you loved to hate him. :D

Erika: I loved her design as a kid, even though I had no idea what a kimono was back then lol

Bill: No idea tbh lol. I like his hair and that he's a nerd, I guess? Honestly, Gen 1 did not have that many memorable and fleshed out characters, so I kinda struggled here.

Gen 2:

Lance: Honestly, he was my fave in Gen 1 already. I love his strength, his design, his virtuousness, his bravery, his code of honour, his everything. To me he's like a knight in shiny armour from old fairytales. lol I could spend a whole day describing all the things I love about him, but I don't wanna bore you.

Eusine: Probably a weird pick for many because he is kinda obnoxious in the game lol I've always had a soft spot for him though and I really wanted him to get Suicune in the end, after he'd changed.

Morty: I love his design and colours and that he's Eusine's bff and voice of reason.

Gen 3:

Steven: He is classy, wears a really awesome suit, has very cool Pokémon and is still a huge nerd. I love it!

Archie: (I see you, @chipsncookies) Big hunk with a big smile and a cool outfit. Beard. Not a bad guy, actually. Learns that he was wrong and does everything to make things right again. Frienemies with Maxie.

Maxie: Scrawny beanpole with a silly (but very cozy looking) outfit. Secretly a dork. Not a bad guy either. Learns from his mistakes and wants to make them right again. Frienemies with Archie.

Gen 4:

Riley: I was a huge fan of Sir Aaron in the movie and Riley is just as awesome. I love his hat too. His personality is also similar to Lance's, so that's a huge plus.

Cynthia: I really, really like her. She is so cool and strong and her theme is amazing. Just like Charizard she's become too popular and that gets a bit tiresome sometimes.

Looker: Okay, I admit, it took me a while to get used to Looker. But now I like his quirky, funny Inspector Gadget shenanigans. What changed my mind was the aftergame of XY. ;__;

Gen 5:

Ingo & Emmet: I couldn't do it. I couldn't choose who of them I like more. So they share the first place.They're a duo anyway. And absolutely inseparable. R-Right?

Elesa: I like her mainly because of the fanon that she's bffs with the subway twins. But she's also not the bitchy supermodel that I first thought she was. She's actually kind and supportive.

Alder: Funny grandpa with awful hair, but a big heart and a great theme song.

Gen 6:

Lysandre: His design always gave me Ganondorf-vibes. That's pretty much it. His goal is stupid.

Emma: Her storyline in the post-game was by far the best thing in XY. And her theme is so beautiful!

Sycamore: I still wish he had actually turned out to be evil. I still like him.

Gen 7:

Kukui: What is not to love about him? He's a hunk, he loves his wife, he takes in Lillie, he punches Pokémon with his bare hands.

Lillie: Sweet little girl who deserves all the love from her friends and her adoptive parents instead of all the shit her psycho bio mother put her through.

Burnet: She's sweet and smart and kind and I wish she had a much bigger role in the game. Her anime part was great though <3

Gen 8:

Piers, Sonia and Raihan: Honestly... These are pretty much the only characters that I remember lol Gen 8 was very underwhelming for me.

Gen 9:

Arven: Just a poor neglected boy who wants to save his sick dog. In contrast to his shitty parents he's got a big heart, is caring, nurturing and supportive.

Clavell: The twist about this character was that there was no twist. He is just a very kind grandpa who genuinely cares for the well-being of his students. I also LOVE his battle theme.

Hassel: This game really is full of wholesome boomers. Hassel's got a huge heart for art and his students and Pokémon. He's also not afraid of showing his emotions.

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starastrologyy · 2 years

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Astrology Observations

Synastry & Composite Edition

Please do NOT repost any of my work on other social media platforms 🤍 even if you credit me!

As I mentioned before, synastry and predictive astrology are my niches, and that’s what most of my clients come to me for. In this post, I want to detail some synastry and composite aspects, and how I’ve seen them play out in the charts I’ve read, and in my own personal life 🤍

Saturn square Venus in synastry is surprisingly very binding. We all know that the easy aspects favor longevity. However, I’ve seen this aspect (the square) between two people who know they are not right for each other, but both can’t leave the relationship for whatever reason, on many occasions. However, there’s usually one partner whose holding on a little tighter, and seemingly can’t let go of the other. In a lot of instances it’s the Saturn partner who cannot let go of the Venus partner. Another alternative description of this aspect that has proven to be accurate, is that the Venus person often feels as if they are not good enough for the Saturn person. Whether the Saturn person knows this or not, there are things that they say and do, that makes the Venus person feel deficient (physically or emotionally) at times. Whilst, I absolutely love the Venus trine, or sextile Saturn aspect. I’ve found the Venus square Saturn to be difficult, IF they aren’t any other aspects that point to a genuine connection/attraction.

Composite Taurus Rising: This is the couple that just LOOKS good together. They probably enjoy partaking in many artistic hobbies when they are together. Bonding over food, and trying new restaurants may also be something that they do. I’ve also noticed that this seems to be a very publicly affectionate pair. They likely enjoy holding hands, or hugging & kissing in public. Wherever, Venus is placed in the composite chart, will be an area of life that is of key focus for this couple, through the course of their relationship.

Composite Capricorn Rising: This is the couple that intimidates others. They may look really established, or wealthy to other people. They also carry themselves in a very mature, and classy way. They may enjoy documenting their experiences on fancy holidays, or at fancy restaurants etc.. if the term “power couple” had an aspect, it would be a composite Capricorn Rising. Longevity is also a key theme for this couple. Since Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, it is not uncommon to see a couple who has a composite Capricorn rising in a relationship for many years. Whilst astrologers argue that having a Taurus or Libra rising in a composite chart indicates marriage, I honestly believe, and have seen that a Capricorn rising indicates longevity. Obviously the aspects in the chart will ultimately determine the fate and destiny of the relationship, but having a Capricorn rising suggests that both partners take the relationship very seriously, and intend on being in it for the long haul.

Okay back to synastry. When someone’s planets fall in to your 4th house, they can literally feel like home to you. This is especially true if that planet is their Moon or Venus. I’ve found that someone’s rising sign falling into your 4th house, can carry the same affect. With 4th house overlays, you just feel comfortable in the other persons presence. You may also be comfortable when it comes to opening up emotionally to them. There’s this sense that you can truly trust this person and that they will be there for you without judgement.

3rd house overlays are so underrated. The 3rd house centers around communication, writing and siblings. So, some people argue that this overlay produces a ‘sibling-like’ connection. I’d say it depends, if you have no other aspects that indicate attraction, than this may very be a close friendship or a ‘sibling-like’ bond. However, in a long-term, and well established relationship communication is key. Yes, sex and sexual attraction is great, but really understanding how your partner thinks and communicates is very important in a serious relationship. When someone’s planet falls into your 3rd house, you may really enjoy communication with them. You’ll also find that the conversations are very lively (unless that planet is Saturn haha) and interesting. Couples who have prominent 3rd house synastry, are the ones who call and text each other very frequently. One, or both of them may be turned on by dirty talk, or sexting (had to add this in here). BUT seriously, many of the couples I know who have really good communication in their relationships, either have 3rd house overlays, or well aspected mercuries in synastry.

Chiron Aspects in Synastry: These aspects can be incredibly healing (if they are the easy aspects) or extremely hurtful or damaging. The conjunction can go either way, if your Chiron conjuncts someone’s Venus, you both may experience a love that’s incredibly healing, or it can be an insecurity provoking relationship, if other aspects support this. Chiron will highlight the wounds of the planets it is aspecting. If someone’s Chiron is touching your moon, there may be deep seated emotional issues that start to resurface. If someone else’s Chiron is touching your mercury, this will likely cause you to examine and rethink your mental processing, and why you think the way you do. If their Chiron is aspecting your Venus, issues around value, beauty and self-worth may begin to surface. Chiron squaring a personal planet in synastry is one of my least favorite aspects. This can actually cause a wound related to the personal planet if they aren’t any other aspects that diffuse this energy. However, Chiron trining or sextiling personal planets have the opposite effects. These can really prompt deep personal healing in a relationship. For example, if one persons Chiron is trining someone else’s Venus, the Chiron person can really help the Venus person heal all their issues related to their self-worth & how they give and receive love.

It’s also important to differentiate between synastry and composite charts. Synastry charts, show us how to people interact with each other, and how they view each other from their individual points of view. Whereas, a composite chart is the relationship as a single entity. So, some astrologers argue that the composite chart is what the relationship would be like if two people were in a serious, and committed relationship, and the key themes they would likely encounter. However, one chart does not negate the other, they just symbolize two different things!

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berenicetheiv · 2 years

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SHORT BM LILITH PERSONA CHART OBSERVATIONS 2:

Part 1. Don't steal, don't repost 👹🔪.

If it doesn't resonate, that's okay, there are a lot of factors at play to look at (like aspects, planets, etc).

🥀 EARTH RISING

When faced with an obsession, they are calculating and appear to be critical and not care as much when in reality, they can be very obsessive behind closed doors.

Unlike fire risings though, they don't share what they feel to others, they don't complain about it and they don't gush about it. It's all to themselves because they don't want be seen as embarrassing and that they're capable of getting weak-kneed to something or someone; that they're capable of being so entranced by something because NOTHING can sway them- that's what they want to show to others.

Same thing applies to jealousy- you'll never really know that they're being envious of you and probably planning something, though rarely because they're usually not concerned or bothered enough to enact something.

They're so attractive in an elegant, sensual earthy way. Like, it's subtle but bold. I can't explain it properly with words, but they're so sexy and magnetic in a classy and royal way. You know they're strong, but it's not too in the face, but you know they are; they have this superior, intimidating feel to them but they don't do it on purpose. They're just really elegant.

You know how I mentioned they're attractive in a classy way? To be specific, think of images, aesthetics and fashion magazines during the 90s. Also how many big stars and supermodels during that decade have earth risings: Winona Ryder (Taurus), Isabelle Adjani (Virgo), Uma Thurman (Cap), Demi Moore (Taurus), Carla Bruni (Virgo), Liv Tyler (Taurus), Sharon Stone (Cap), Nicole Kidman (Cap), Christina Ricci (Cap).

As well as Audrey Hepburn (Cap), Eva Green (Virgo), Zendaya (Cap), Zoë Kravitz (Taurus) and many more. They have that vintage classy feel to them. They're probably known for being classy as well. And they usually have this vintage or classy (90s) style of clothing in earthy cold tones. They also look really good in pictures and videos that have a cold tone or earthy filter to it. They also may star in many videos or films that have a really darker and cold coloring to it- and those pieces of art are what they become known for.

They may star in mature pieces of art showing their sensuality and when it comes to sexualization, they are usually seen as higher-up, unattainable, intimidating and extremely attractive but respected in a way. That's why people are not as vocal about their sexualization of these people because they usually do it in secret and may feel intimidated to do it shamelessly and publicly. I hope that made sense.

Not saying that earth risings can't experience being openly sexualized very vocally by the public left and right and very disrespected by their sensuality, it's just what I have observed that compared to people with fire risings who are openly and shamelessly made fun of and over sexualized by so many because they think that that's what fire risings are all for while earth risings are still highly regarded in some ways.

Also, the fact that fire risings usually become known first for something sexual before being able to clear their name while earth risings establish themselves in another way first before showing their sensuality that people see it as fine. Like, sexy but in an "I respectfully find that fine" way.

Like they could literally star in the dumbest and weirdest or really explicit mature films and yet it would still feel as though you're watching a french art house experimental artistic indie movie.

But of course, this won't likely apply to everyone. If so, look and analyze the whole chart.

That's all for now. Thank you so much for reading 🌹.

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thebleedingwoodland · 2 years

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Apparently somebody reported my Tumblr blog account to get me shadow-banned.

*facepalm*

Because of that person starting argument on my blog, losing argument & cannot accept logical criticism... because of my own personal opinion in my own blog hidden under “Read More”. Wow... how classy.

As classy as junior high school kid.. reporting to school principal because of trouble that person cause from the start.

WARNING: THIS IS PERSONAL WRITING ON MY OWN BLOG.

If you are easily offended person for someone’s diary/personal blog, please get out and block my account.

That person started the argument first after all.... although I wrote warning:

Do not send ignorant comment. Will be deleted and your account will be blocked.

Yet that person misunderstood my word which is supposedly EXAMPLE.

“[that person name] is b****ing on my blog. F***ed off. What do you feel if somebody calling you insulting word, you must be insulted, right?”

As actual insult.

No, I didn’t intend to insult that person, at all. That is example!

After I left Tumblr for one month due to real life then logged in again, what a surprise. My comments on comment section are removed, messages are gone, cannot reply comment at all. Obvious enough somebody reported my comments as “Spam” or “Offensive” due to “Controversial Post” argument on personal post that Sims community mistaken me a girl.

Ahahaha no. That person started it first. You started the argument, you should have responsibility of your own comment, but proceed to reporting my comment because you lose argument and cannot accept the criticism, probably you used fake accounts and asked other people to mass-report my account. That is very cowardice, you know?

Then you started saying that “Men playing the Sims is rare, probably”, No offense, that is kind of insulting, ignorant, and sexist. You must be never play real hardcore games on Steam, never visit ModTheSims discussion forum, never visit any Sims forum other than Tumblr? You will see how many masculine username playing The Sims. See your own mod folder, how many masculine male name being the modder? Nraas, Ahmad/Bella3lek4/Dramatic-Gamer, Simrods, SimsMatthew, BlooM, Buhudain, TummyZa, M.M.A.A., gamefreak130, Quackgames, Consort, Buzzler, Darkcloudwalker, nikel23, mikey, CyberBob78, Deaderpool (MC Command Center), TURBODRIVER, Lazy Duchess (confessed he is a man and open to any pronouns)

You see how many modding tool plug in programs are created by men? TSRW (The Sims Workshop for The Sims Resource) creators are men. Milkshape Plug in is Weshowe, obviously a man. I know many famous dudes on ModTheSIms forum, like AGuyCalledPi, Wojtek, and there are many more but I cannot mention due to privacy and too many.

Imagine the reverse if a man saying, “Women playing GTA, basketball, football, being developer, architect, engineer [insert male-dominated activities & profession] is rare”. I bet I got called as sexist & misogynist man hating woman. Or probably if I send comments such as “Hug” “Sexy Babe”“Pretty Girl” “Kiss” “❤❤❤❤” to female blog accounts I will get my account banned for being pervert. What a double standard.

Do I hate women? No. I dislike ignorant and rude people in general, no matter what gender. That case is a specific girl/woman, insulted me “Bitching” and “Fucked off” I had reported to Tumblr staff several months ago, because I was kindly reminder her to mention my username because she reposting my Mod without mentioning my username.

There are ignorant and rude comments I got from (unemployed low class) dude and teenage boyzzzzz as well on Tumblr. In 2018, there’s a dude mistaken “I will find you and I will kill you” meme under my Term of Use as death treat.

Aahahaha, is that dude never watch Hollywood movies? Don’t know movie Taken? Don’t know meme, never played video games? Why are you minding other people’s writing very much, focusing on negativity instead of giving me support that my CC got monetized (I was the victim)? You must be sad jobless unemployed dude, don’t you think?

I explained on Private Message that my writing “I will find you and kill you” is a humor. But that dude misunderstood, then proceed to accuse me making death threat, lecturing me I am the bully, and didn’t listen to my explanation that “CC thief will monetize no matter what T.O.U. says” at all. He was accusing my explanation as attacking him.

???

There’s no way educated Asian person like me making death threat to people, what kind of baseless accusation is that? Death threat is only said by low class uneducated people. There are people making ignorant and stupid comments, I just blocked them.

This is as proof there are men on Sims community on Tumblr. Now that I criticized man as well, I show my proof here that I do not hate targeting specific gender.

Furthermore, I’m CC creator who had created a lot of CC. How many? 100+ including mods. But it’s kind of ironic that people only focusing on “Controversial” and “Mistaken as negative” as 1% part. The rest of 99% are positive. I usually give compliment, click love, reblog other people’s CC and content. And have given donation to somebody’s mother whose in hospital.

sims3hasstoppedworking has left the community, so it’s safe to reveal the Private Message. I donated because I was being generous, not because Frankie’s CC or getting attention that I was donated.

Is that how to repay kindness of CC creator, who had created free of charge CC & Mods, to accuse with harassment and report to get our account being banned?

Enough with this kind of childishness, alright? Seems like I need to left Tumblr to get some fresh air and I probably back with new CC and mods. If only I will be back.

Sorry for leaving so sudden after I had promised new CC. I’m very busy due to real life.

Before I forgot, thank you Tumblr @staff for recovering my blog.

#PERSONAL #DO NOT REBLOG #double standard #bully #harrasment #now you realized that tumblr people majority are not intelligent #sims community #the sims is gender neutral video game #not girls game only #it is sexist to think sims players are girls only #sexist

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voidhyacinth · 11 months

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Finding Fault

(Reposting from oleander.garden)

Blackout. He lurched a little, then tumbled down the stairs. God, that’s a lot of blood — but it’d been a few weeks since the line went dead, and a half-hearted backup can hardly suffice. No, a half-hearted angel is no good at all. They needed the whole thing, the whole model: every single ounce of grace. So she went forward, into the breach, over the limp bleeding body. There was something on the stove, still frying, smelling like peanut oil. No luck in the overhead, but in a kitchen cabinet, a stack of drives duct-taped to a EUROCOM module. She’d be out of here soon; hell, maybe the kid would make it. This is probably worth killing over, but she doesn’t want to kill — and that’s all supposing this really counts as killing. It’s hard to walk on the borderline: hard to know when we dwell in the flesh. This hardly feels like metal, so are we in the flesh?

She phased out; you can’t tell, sometimes. Her window is wide and the city is bright, and her eyes hurt real bad from the screen. Eli grabbed her stockings and her pretty black dress. Then she started to get changed. It was a warm night, and the breeze was very fine. The curtains were blowing gently, and there was still a little lilting late spring rain. In the dark, the expanse is tremendous: ten thousand apartments, soaked in mist and electricity. The parks, the plaza, the great neon signs all shrieking in the static — and the trains, and the trucks, and wires still criss-crossing. The city heaves and pulses and writhes; Eli was moving slowly. In the bathroom mirror she could see herself standing, looking as pale as a ghost. Had she always seemed so fragile? The question hardly matters: even if she had a gun she probably wouldn’t take it. It’s so much more fun to play with live wires.

It was late, and the subway was empty — excepting the transit police, who were paired-up and huddled in corners. It's strange how they always behave now. Eli’d been in a riot or two, but she didn’t get much out of it. A brick through a windshield, maybe a smashed up deck from a third-story office, but the cops — they just stand there; these last few years, you can’t even get a rise. It’s like they’re daring you to act, saying: come on then, climb our glass towers — let us shoot you dead, and throw you to cement. Well, how do you react? Of course they know if you stay down below you can take whatever you’d like, but no one ever bothers to pretend they really care. Always there’s dragoon ships overhead, and yuppies always seething. Now she was also seething. Her concentration breaks; she steps onto a train arriving not so very late. Then the scream of wheels on metal tracks, which will not bend or deviate. God’s still in his heaven, and all of us are screwed.

This place is alright, though. Ersatz neon, golden lights, and shitty percolators. There was a pretty girl in the corner. You could tell she was a dragoon, on account of her boots, but she looked real fucking skittish. Dragoons are weird: you’d think they’d be all tough and corporate, but the MPCs get them in young, and they’re all paid like shit. Her hair was slicked back, her clothes a couple years out of fashion. I hate how they make you feel bad for these guys, like, they’ll get them all decked out for the end-game, make them champions in the hell-war-to-come — but god forbid they start feeling classy. Still though, awfully pretty; so Eli stared a little more, ‘til at last the guy came in. He was alright, charming enough, and shy. Dressed pretty neat, and his jacket — which was too big for him, clearly — gave him a kind of boyish look: half grown up, half collapsing. The dragoon looked like she’d bolt at the first sign of movement, so, sure — why not?

They left, they went over to his place. Eli let him hurt her for a while. Then she tied him up and hit him ‘til he cried. There was a monitor on with the speakers going kinda quiet. An old show, some new machines, shirts on the floor, and so on. It was a mess, but the deep light coming out from the screen nonetheless turned it all pretty. The broken clock, the tilted chair: hell, even a man can be pretty, if you soak him in deep blue light. It was strange, yes: they passed into a strange time, then. Every action, utterly precise. Every movement soldered, molten metal bound up in the world. There was a train passing by in the night just then — a different train — and the rumble, and the light, and the leering, and the marks, were all like nothing else on planet earth. Eli was quiet while she moved in the light, almost a little graceful. When she untied him, at least, she was gentle. They ate, and had some coffee. The two of them talked for a while.

Then the sun began to rise. Eli returned to the city, and for a while she was untethered. There were people all around, a great teaming mass. She pulled closer, and then she was no one at all. Eli felt small, but the crowd felt large and warm. The crowd can do everything; the crowd can be everyone. The crowd isn’t out here waiting for Esper — no, the crowd doesn’t need blood money. The crowd is everywhere, all at once: an angel unto itself, a perfect discoordination. In its specificity man is stupid and dull. As a mass, it's a wonder. It is all things, and perceiving all things — and likewise, all these things Eli thought, while she was one of many. The angel ought not rule us, for the angel is our long awaited home; that’s what she thought, when she had many faces. Eli sighed, she shuddered: she made a perfect backup. Then she pulled herself out from the crowd, and she headed for the water.

For a while she sat by the pier, soaked in the noon-light. It was getting very hot. Then Esper came by. You could see her in the water, like a mirror. She looked straight at Eli — not through the water, but dead on. Eli looked like shit; she looked tired and broken, like her body just couldn’t keep up. As above, so below. These days we exceed ourselves, in every realm, and the normal rules are gone, so you just have to learn how to bend without breaking. That’s what Esper thought, and she said as much. Eli thought that was bullshit. She handed over an angel. She didn’t want to look at Esper anymore. She didn’t want to think about the cult, no, she just took her money. Then she got up and stumbled. At the corner she turned, then she stopped and she stared. The pretty dragoon was there up ahead, looking shell-shocked, then tripping her way down the street. Eli slipped past; one of them was crying.

By the time Eli got home she had collapsed. How many days since she’d slept — and now, what to do with this angel? In the first book of the sacred edict the graceful lay things out: unstructured contact with an angel is psychic death. You can’t cope, you just go nuts. It’s like letting a chat bot control your phenomenal experience, if the chat bot had the wisdom of the godhead: you need rituals, rites, priests, initiations. You need some kind of organizing principle that lets you walk into ego death and come out swinging. Barriers, blockages, boundaries — anything to keep you separate from the swirling mass of sentient information. That’s what Esper would say. Eli, though: Eli liked the crowd. She liked the seething mass, the composite, the shattered ego: all marks, and masks, and love, and dreaming. All these things she liked, and more, and she could be more, if she was made many. So she started to phase, thinking: why bend when you can break?

In rode the angel most holy. In rode the starlight and death — and out rode Eli, though she was Eli no more. Now she was online, now she was burning. All around her: orchards, and citadels. Great glass towers, and dungeons made of fine red rock, and galley-men, and sailors stranded on the seething coast. She came down the highway at speed, looking out on the legion of the damned, all tied up and bleeding from the neck. A thrall in the bedchamber; parley and surrender — and great armies crashing, and the crack of a whip, or a sword. On a white horse she approached, singing in a high voice, and all around the world gave way. In time she came to the screaming gate, where terror is a joy beyond joys. She paused for a second, thinking, here I am, in a million masks: broken, and all the better for it. She laughed at the composite dream. Then forward she rode, onward unto heaven’s perfect death.

#cyberpunk #short story #contemporary fiction #modernism

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ffsg0jo · 2 years

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- b n h a s t u d e n t s a s r o a d m e n -

kind of an x reader but not really [ deku,, tokoyami,, iida,, bakugo,, todoroki ]

WARNINGS: mentions of weed -- masterlist

a/n: for my fellow brits, i love yous. also today's a shitpost day, so expect another one :))

DEKU :

he's the polite roadman that everyone including adults, loves and has a soft spot for. you can't hate deku. yeah he rocks about with af1s, trackies, and an armarni sidebag that may or may not contain weed, but he's extremely respectful towards everyone and someone you can hand your drink to to make sure it stays safe. I feel like he can sing. he does the backing vocals to bakugos grm daily songs 100% his mum probably sees him as an angel, and he is bless him, but he's wild.

IIDA :

he's not a roadman, but he has the potential to be one. on one hand he reminds me of that video of the prefect screaming his head off at students that were hanging around in the corridor (ill include the video at the end in case you have no idea what im on about), but on the other hand he's lethal. in conclusion, his mates are roadmen and call him for backup even though doesn't approve of their antics.

TOKOYAMI :

idk if anyone will understand this, but he gives me tbjzl (tobi from the sidemen) vibes. like if tobi was road, that's exactly who tokoyami would be. he'd write bars for his friends and be in the background of all those drill videos with a bally on. defo be throwing up gang signs. occasionally his mates would convince and force him to jump on a song and he'd drop a verse or two. he's a calm guy imo, funny, smart and a little bit edgy. also got the best rhymes and word play. modern day skepta.

BAKUGO :

he's defo one of them roadmen that looks really scary and aggressive with his hoodie up and bally on, but once you get to know him, he's actually decent. i know for a fact he switches as soon as he's within 10 metres of his house. he puts his hood down and straightens himself up before entering his house because his marge will go b a l i s t i c, she doesn't take any of his shit, which is why he doesn't do drugs or anything, because his mum can sniff it out. also bakugo's never sworn on his mums life, ever.

TODOROKI :

he's from kent but tells everyone he's from london and everyone can tell because of his accent, but they let it slide because he's a calm guy. he dresses like all his other road friends to fit in, but it doesn't work. they can all smell the privilege. but again, it's all good because todoroki is a humble decent guy that dislikes his father anyways. he's the one all the girls fall for because he's just so pretty and looks so good with a beanie on. he's a classy roadman basically and everyone loves him.

taglist:: @dukina @cupidines @sinumaki @thegojosimpehe @serxeinxx

angry prefect video under the cut

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sunasjellyfruit · 2 years

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Haikyuu boys when they find you with their clothes.

Characters: Akaashi, Kageyama, Kurō and Tsuki.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

It's been a while but I'm back with another headcanon hehe:) (reposting this cause I forgot the tags)

Akaashi:

Akaashi is not a morning person, but he usually has to wake up early to go to his job, or at least to do some work.

Lately you've had to study even harder, which meant that you barely had time to sleep, hang out with friends, cook proper meals... But it was okay, because your partner was there for you.

So, when Akaashi woke up he wasn't surprised to see that you weren't there even though it was only eight a.m. Usually you stayed in bed for a few hours more than him, covered in your warm blankets.

And once again, he wasn't surprised when he found you in complete silence in your salon, with a few books, notebooks and your laptop surrounding you, and an empty mug of coffee laying around.

You had probably spent the last two hours studying, or at least that's what Akaashi guessed by looking at your tired smile when you looked at him.

"Good morning sweetheart, keep working, i'll bring you some breakfast." He announced leaving a soft kiss in your temple.

His time runned fast, and soon it was time for Akaashi to leave your shared apartament. But when he was getting dressed he noticed that the cardigan he wanted to wear that day was missing.

"y/n, have you seen my cardigan?" He asked you, feeling a bit guilty that he was distracting you. "Hm? No, i think i haven't seen it." You murmured looking at him for a few seconds.

And in that moment he noticed that you were wearing that same cardigan he was looking for. It was a bit big for you and the sleeves covered your knuckles, but you seemed to be too comfortable on it to notice, and you were absolutely adorable in your partner eyes.

"It's okay, i just remembered that it should be now washing. Remeber to rest a bit okay?" He ended up saying with a smile, feeling how his heart beat quite fast.

Kageyama:

When you woke up and didn't find Kags by your side on your bed you asumed that he had gone for a run. The previous day had rained a lot, and you knew that he liked the smell of fresh air after a storm.

Your clothes still hanged in a chair, not dripping water anymore but still wet, as you decided that it would be fun to go back home under the rain instead of taking the bus.

So you thought that preparing breakfast for your partner before he came back was a good idea.

Pancakes were too classic, even boring at this point, and after searching among all the ingredients that you had, you ended up baking some cookies.

When Kageyama came back they were almost ready, and your entire flat smelled like blueberries and sugar.

"I'm at the kitchen!" You shouted when you heard the door closing. "Hey, good morning." He said, approaching your figure while you were still washing some dishes.

But when he was going to speak again he noticed that you were wearing an enormous t-shirt, the length of it almost reaching your thighs. "Is this new? It's kinda big." He asked.

You looked at him lifting an eyebrow. "Well it's yours, so of course it's big." "Mine? Wait, you're wearing my t-shirt?" He was so confused and so delighted at the same time.

"Uhm, Kags i slept with it. You really didn't notice?" You mentioned, and his ears started turning red when he looked at you again.

Kageyama cleared his throat twice before muttering a shy "It looks good on you."

Please give him a kiss on the cheek cause he's now so shy, he's too cute :(

Kuroo:

"Babe are you ready?" He asked you adjusting the thin metal chain which decorated his wrist alongside a black watch. "Almost ready." You answered.

Kuroo had one of those elegant business diner and, as his partner, you had to go with him. It was a free diner in an expensive restaurant so you weren't gonna complain.

For that night you had decided a simple but classy black suit with a pink shirt, mainly because you had a pair of pink heels that you wanted to wear.

But when you were searching among your clothes for your suit, you remembered that your friend had asked to borrow the jacket a few years ago.

Though it wasn't a problem, as the only thing you had to do was head to your partner's closet and take his black plain jacket. It was almost the same, just a few sizes bigger.

"Wow, you look stunning." Kuroo admired you for a few seconds before placing a kiss in your shoulder as he didn't want to ruin your excellent make-up or your hairstyle.

"You think so? They might think that the jacket is definitely too big on me." You said, posing a bit in front of the mirror while frowning. "Well it is, but my jacket does look much better on you than on me, plus oversized clothes are trendy." He argued spinning you to look at your outfit better.

"I mean, you're not wrong." You agreed.

Kuroo actually felt his chest grow bigger with how proud he was when you wore his clothes. You didn't look small at all even when the jacket was his size, you were almost dominant. He was sure that no one was going to say anything about you that night.

Oh he wanted you to only wear his clothes from now on so bad.

Tsukishima:

"Good luck, even though you probably won't need it." You wished as you held your partner's face by his jaw. "Tsch, of course i'm not going to need it out there." He assumed holding onto your hips.

"Tsukishima, we'll be out in five minutes, your partner has to leave." Said one of his teammates looking signifficantly at you. "We know, i'll be there soon." Tsuki shouted, and then his attention went back to you. "You have to go."

"Okey, I'll be up watching the match with your brother." You remembered him. He nodded and handed you his jacket, which you could only look not understanding what he wanted. "Take it with you, it's too hot today to wear it while I play and I don't wanna leave it here." He explained.

You gave him a smooch in the cheek as always, a little "good luck ritual" that you both had even though Tsuki always complained that it was unnecessary. He was, in fact, adoring that moment.

A few minutes later, when he spotted you among the crowd he swore that his heart skipped a beat when he noticed that you were wearing that same jacket that he had asked you to fold and take with you.

The jacket with his number and his name after all, and you were showing it to everybody in that court. Oh shit, he was proud.

You could even see the corner of his lips lifting in a smirk when he lifted his hand to salute the public, knowing damn fine that he was going to tease you later for wearing his clothes.

But in fact Tsuki was making a mental note to start leaving "casually" some of his clothes hanging around the house. If he ever found you with one of his hoodies or his pants again he was gonna complain, but in the end he would whine if you took it out.

Also he won't say it but he thinks you look very pretty in his too-big-for-you jacket, even if it's almost engulfing you and covering your knuckles, because you look very comfy on it :(

#this boy with the blueberry hair #fuck i posted this without the hastags hahdhs #its the lack of sleep #im sowry #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#hq headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #hq #anime #haikyuu akaashi headcanons #haikyuu kuroo headcanons #haikyuu kageyama headcanons #haikyuu tsukki headcanons #im gonna write this at the end not to embarrass myself #but i didnt remember kags name and i wrote lol

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ajaxeology · 2 years

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Winter Wonderland

Summary: The Genshin boys in a winter moment that I hold close to my heart

Word Count: about 0.3k

Pairing(s): Diluc, Childe x gn!reader (separate)

Genre: fluff

c/w: none

He seems to read your mind even without looking at your face. He tells you to follow him before he leaves you behind in the car park to starve. You quip that he needn’t need to be so cold since the weather was already chilly enough.

You enter a restaurant and a waiter attends to both of you. He leads you to a table right by a huge glass window that spans a whole side of the restaurant. Out of the glass window, all you see is pure white snow and a mountain that stands in the backdrop. The leafless trees at the base seem to grasp at the mountain, while the white tip of the mountain disappears into clouds.

When you look away from the view, you catch Diluc’s gaze right before it shifts down to the menu. You giggle and tease him that he can always look at you any day. He tuts and chooses to look at the view you were admiring.

When your order arrives, a look of genuine surprise crosses Diluc’s face. A remark drops out of his mouth that the meal looks more classy than he had expected. You realise that this is probably the one thing Diluc has slipped up in. Another wonderful opportunity to tease your ever so cold boyfriend.

While slicing up the fish on his plate, he comments, “Well, I rarely get to treat my dearest to such meals anyway.”

You almost drop your fork, watching him maintain his straight face. But his eyes gives him away when they flicker from your face to your food. You keep your eyes on your food and he lets out a chuckle that almost escapes you. There’s a tug on the side of your lips and you let it take control.

Ah, if only you recorded that laugh down. Maybe you’d get to hear it again if you convince him to play with you in the snow later.

The overcast clouds dull the morning sky. You can only hear the crunch of the frozen snow on the pavement under both your feet. Your bare hand in his. His hand that held yours in his coat pocket.

Children are in school, and there’s only the wind that teases the dead leaves in the playground. Even the vibrant red, yellow, green and blue of the plastic playground seem washed out.

The two of you walk in silence for a while without a destination in mind, letting the crows and the chilly air do the talking. Childe doesn’t say a thing and you figure that you should bring him to the park whenever he got too smug.

You come to a gradual stop at a railing that overlooks a large lake. The cold has frozen the surface of the lake, trees with dark shades of green encircle it. It's like an oil painting that beholds you.

Having not spoken for a while taking in the scenery, Childe calls your name. You hum and he suggests for the both of you to step on the ice atop the lake. You protest and he pouts, tugging your hand that’s in his jacket pocket.

Both of you push and pull. You almost slip and he pulls you flush against his body. His azure blue eyes almost swallow you, until you notice white specks of dust in your peripheral vision.

The white specks of dust soon flutter onto your sleeves, onto Childe’s shoulders and his hair. You stare at the snowflake on your sleeve in awe, melting at your gentle touch.

Childe calls your name once again. He leans in for a kiss when you turn to him. One of his arms slides around your waist and his free hand cups your cheek. The light snow continues to fall but it feels like time has stopped.

You pull away when you’re out of breath and you snuggle your face into his chilly hand. Both of you stay there for a while. The snowflakes sprinkle all over his orange hair and you wish you could make a crown out of snowflakes for him.

a/n: Photos above for the view I saw. Also, I'm so sorry to those in my taglist for mentioning you and disturbing you. I decided to repost it because I'm pretty sure it wasn't showing in tags.

Taglist: @tiredzephh @rxspbrrry @almondoufu @bluexiao @yeetmeoffjueyunkarst @chichikoi @bookuya @under-a-starry-night @mikachuchu @serenenation @shxnosuke

Please fill in the taglist form on my pinned post to join!

#riptide.works #genshin impact #genshin writing #genshin imagines #childe #childe x reader #childe x you #diluc #diluc x reader #diluc x you #if it still doesnt show up in tags I give up #so sorry again for the repost

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chocominnie · 3 years

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Wasted Times- Pjm.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: A lot of Fluff, Angry Sex, Slight BDSM, Dom!Jimin, Jealous Reader, Fuckboy!Jimin, oral sex, Penatration, Foot Job?, kissing, spankings, seriously lots of jealousy and tension, use of the word ‘’whore’’, exhibitionism, cum in pants

Word count: 5.8k

Authors Note: So this is a draft of mine from way long ago. It was also posted on another account I used to be apart of, but no longer am. It’s an oldie but goodie.

Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken.

Summary: Two weeks, five days and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

If it wasn’t for Hoseok that whole night wouldn’t have happened. Despite you already knowing of Jimin, what you didn’t know is that looks can deceive. Oh yes, they deceived you very well. When you met him it felt like it was unreal? It felt as though you were talking to an angel. The butterflies in your stomach whenever he spoke made you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. So unreal.

A cute cheeky smile and a squeaky laugh. Someone’s who’s kind hearted, as what you previously had heard from Hoseok himself. Oh, but did he leave the major detail out from you.

He’s a fuckboy.

One that knows exactly how to play his cards right. Knows how to get into a girl's pants and make them melt with the sweet and dirty things that pout out his mouth like honey. He has the looks and charms for it. The hand he runs through his hair constantly, those pink full lips begging to be touched by someone else.

You’ve only recently found out about most of the girls he’s slept with. It wasn’t a lot but enough for him to qualify to get tested every month. All because he can’t keep his god damn dick in his pants. And you, the fool, fell for it. You fell for his ways.

Yet he pretends to know nothing. He pretends like he didn’t break your heart by saying he can’t commit to a relationship. He was just a one night stand. He fucking acts that nothing happened between you two prior to having sex.... and it hurts.

Now you’re sitting in your office stuck in-between whether to let that night go, or to bring it up with him. Because surely, he felt something too when you guys made love for an hour and a half right? Right?

‘‘Y/N. Did you hear me?’ ‘

You quickly snap back to reality to the nagging voice beside you. Taking a sip of your peppermint tea, you turn towards the young girl. Her full bangs compliment her perfectly shaped face. Her long, straight hair that curls at the end a bit is jet black with no sign of split ends or damage. She holds a blue folder tightly to her chest with a cheeky smile upon her face.

‘‘Mrs. Jane would like to see your work for this month’s upcoming project. Do you have the rough draft done?’ ‘

You nod, ‘’ I’ve finished it already. Are you collecting?’’ The girl nods her head and holds out her dainty pale hand. Next to you is your documents drawer which you rummage through for a good minute or so before finding your pink folder with all the information and sketches.

‘‘Thanks..’‘ She smiles, then walks away to her next prey. You let out a big sigh and place your hands in-between your head. Never have you had someone constantly be on your mind.

It was killing you.

‘‘ Child are you okay?’‘

You turn towards the voice to your left which sits next to you is your best-friend. Her smirk lets you know she knows what you’re thinking about. She knows. She also knows about that one night stand that you couldn’t shut up about two weeks ago.

You try to hold back your laugh, ‘’ I’m. fine.’’ You manage to choke out. She shakes her head again with that damned smirk on her face. ‘’ Was he that good that he has you sitting here contemplating life honey?’’

Your eyes go eyes go wide and soon enough you find yourself swatting her thigh while trying to cover your face of embarrassment. ‘’ Stop! Geez I shouldn’t have even told you about it.’’

‘‘ I knew about him before you even did. Once you told me after the fact, I automatically recognized who he was by the way you described his features so well.’‘ She shrugs, swiveling her chair around to face you. You do the same.

‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ I went to high school with him. Park Jimin right? He was a ladies girl. Everyone wanted him. Plus he was a former dancer.’‘

Former dancer? It all makes sense. The way his body was nicely toned, not to muscly but noticeable. The way his hips moved every which way making sure his sinful area poked and pried at every nerve inside your walls. Made you let out strings of moans and whimpers because of how good he felt inside you. You’ve never felt something like that before. How dare he.

‘’ Well he has a cute friend. His name is Tae... Tae something. I don’t know but they were also friends in highschool. He was a handsome boy as well. If you would like to you know... tap that.’‘ She giggles.

Who does she think you are? Some type of person who gives away sex for a living? Definitely not. By the looks of your face she quickly abandons the subject. You decide it’s best to get back on task before your whore of a boss comes back around.

Only before that petite girl, with the bangs and perfectly trimmed straight hair, comes back with your folder and a ton of papers for you. As if this this day could get any worse.

‘‘ No I don’t want to go tonight.’’

It feels like you’ve said this on the phone more than ten times. You’re sure of it. He just doesn’t want to give up. You’d rather be in the comfort of your home cuddled up in a blanket watching Netflix all day. After-all, it is a Friday night and it has been a very stressful week for you in the office. A nice hot bath and a binge worthy tv show is all you want right now. It’s what you deserve.

‘‘ Come with us it’ll be fun. You can invite your hot best friend too.’‘ He says, and you know he’s smirking on the other line. ‘‘ Hoseok for one, you will not hook up with my best friend understand? Two, i’m tired. I want to sleep.’‘

‘‘ Oh come on Y/N it’ll be fun. It’s just a night out on the strip. It’ll be fun. I’m bringing Jimin.’‘ He tapers off at the end to wait for your reaction.

Could this be it? Another chance to see Jimin. Your chance to ask him.. if that night he felt something. Surely he did right?

‘‘ I’ll come. But that doesn’t mean i’m coming for Jimin. I’m bringing Scar with me as well.’‘

A few seconds of silence fills the other line. Which you know that Hoseok probably muted himself to scream in success. You take this time to think about what you’re going to wear. Something that’s eye catching? Or something that’s casual yet classy since it is just hanging around downtown. Why not do both?

Hoseok come’s back to the line and you notice he’s more cheerful. It makes you smile to yourself, how cute. ‘‘ Be there in 45 minutes. We’ll be waiting by Krystal okay? Meet us out front of that place.’‘

You two say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. Anticipation runs deep through you lacing your blood with it. Just the thought of seeing him again rubs you the right way.

Going into your closet, you take a good look at it and decide on a casual yet classy outfit. One that will surely catch his attention but very presentable as well. You hope that it’s going to pull through. Taking out your phone, you send a text message to Scarlet telling her all the details and to meet you here.

‘’This will be one hell of a night.’’ You smirk to yourself as you pull out the accessories to your outfit.

It wasn’t until you heard the doorbell constantly ring that broke you out of your trance of admiring yourself in the mirror. You look ravishing. Delectable. Every thing in the book. Surely you must have been admiring for quite some time because twenty minutes had passed and you didn’t even know it.

The doorbell ringing comes to a halt once you open the door forcefully. Scarlet greets you with a smile and a hug before coming inside.

‘’ Okay does this make my ass look bigger than it already is?’’

You glance over at Scarlet who’s posing in-front of the hallway mirror, earning a small chuckle from you. ‘’ Yes, that dress always look’s good on you.’’

Scarlet grins at you, ‘’ Thanks. I try I try. You look sexy Y/N. Who’s getting it tonight? ’’

You giggle once more before adjusting your black dress ‘’ You look so good Y/N i’m not lying. Did you put some make-up on?’’

You shyly nod your head yes, ‘’ Just a little. Not one of my dramatic looks.’’

‘‘ It suits the mood for tonight. Nothing to dramatic, more neutral.’‘ Scarlet says, picking up her purse again. ‘’ The dress does bring out your curves.’‘ She steps back and pulls out her phone for a snapchat picture.

The two of you pose in the mirror for a quick second then giggle afterwards. Scarlet brings her phone back down as her fingers begin to type at a rapid speed. ‘I’m going to caption it; Going out with my babe!’’

You on the other hand were to busy into the hearts snapchat filter with Scar in the background of your video. You tap her with a smile and she looks up with a smile as well. ‘’ We are so gonna be late Scar. ’’

‘‘ Okay. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.’‘

You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. The cool breeze is enough for you to handle. Not to cold and not to hot of a breeze. Downtown is busy tonight, especially the strip. The neon signs blare into your vision, the cars speed past with drunk laughing people. Music plays coming from each store or bar you two pass. There’s a jazz man who’s playing some cool tunes next to the giant water fountain. You drop a ten dollar bill into his case hoping to brighten those tunes up a bit. Couples are everywhere you look. You haven’t been downtown in such a long time. Everything feels so brand new to you. It’s so lively.

Scarlet walks confidently in-front of you, hips swaying naturally. You see Hoseok down the sidewalk waiting at the entrance for your arrival. Behind him is Jimin who looks fine tonight. He wears a long sleeve white Stussy t-shirt with black distressed jeans that show off his thighs. The same thighs that flexed with each thrust two weeks ago. The same thighs you wanted to ride because they had you soaking wet. Oh geez.

‘‘ Y/N! ahhh you look so good tonight!’‘ Hoseok grabs your hand and twirls you around a little. ‘‘ You’re right. Wow Y/N.’‘ A voice comes from behind him.

Part of you just wants to melt right into his arms right then and there. Keep it together.

‘‘ You don’t look bad yourself Jimin.’‘ It’s like your eyes refused to make eye contact with him. You want to, but can’t pull yourself to do it. ‘‘ And this is my best friend Scarlet.’‘

‘‘ Hello I’m Scarlet or Scar for short. Nice to meet you.’‘ She smiles, Jimin takes her hand and gives it a kiss. His eyes never leaves hers when he does so.

Scarlet lets out one of her nervous giggles as he lets her hand go. ‘’ How sweet.’’ Jimin smirks at her, ‘’ No worries. I’m Jimin, Park Jimin my love.’’

You almost choke at those last two words. My love? Seriously?

‘‘ Okay enough now that you’ve met my flirty friend who doesn’t know boundaries...’‘ Hoseok glares at him, earning a shrug from Jimin. ‘‘ .. I’m Hoseok. I’ve seen you on Y/N’s social media.. and I must say you are very pretty.’‘

‘‘ Thank you Hoseok. You are handsome as well.’’ She says.

You decide to end this introduction and start off the night. ‘‘ Alright enough of the talking. Can we have some fun tonight?’‘

‘‘ I agree, let’s get some drinks first.’‘

Only one hour in and you’ve only had one long island ice tea that you haven’t even finished yet. Somehow you’ve got tricked into third wheeling. Hoseok and Scarlet seem to be hitting it off very well walking in front of you. But walking next to you is a quite Jimin. He’s to busy scrolling and typing on social media for him to even notice you. Oh so you thought.

‘‘ Y/N...’‘

The butterflies in your stomach begin. What could he want? ‘’ Hmm.’’

Jimin locks his phone and places it in his pocket. He then looks at you with that oh so familiar warm smile. ‘’ They seem to be hitting it off well yeah?’’

Oh. ‘’ Yeah. I ship it.’’ You giggle, crossing your arms.’’ How have you been? Haven’t seen your pretty self in weeks.’’

‘‘ I’m fine. You know, work and stuff.’‘

‘‘ Yes I can say the same. I’ve got some things going on as well.’‘ His eyes shift back towards the busy city. ‘‘ I’d be lying if I didn’t say I missed you.’‘

You stop dead in your tracks. He missed you? All this time you had thought he didn’t care but he does? ‘’ Missed me huh. Or did you miss the idea of me.’’

He smiles, ‘’ Can it be both?’’

You decide to let that comment slide. ‘’ Well Jimin. I missed you too.’’

‘‘ Great so I can do this.’‘

You’re caught off guard by his lips connecting with yours. Both of you move in sync with each other. Jimin open’s his mouth more so his tongue can move more freely inside of yours. Both of your tongues fight for dominance making you moan inside the kiss. His hands cup your face, sending chills up your spine. Soon you find yourself whimpering for more, but you can’t let it go this far so you break away first.

‘‘ Hmm I missed those lips on mine. Sorry if I spooked you my love.’‘ Those dark brown eyes look deep into yours. ‘‘ I missed us talking constantly before we..’‘ He trails off, looking away from you smiling shyly.

‘‘ Yeah me too. We spent a lot of time texting and calling each other before that. But after that night we sort of.. stopped? I’ve been meaning to bring this up without it being awkward.’‘ You bite your lip, fiddling with your fingers.

Jimin looks around you guys. Scarlet and Hoseok are nowhere to be found. As he expected. ‘’ Well it looks like our friends ditched us. Have you eaten?’’

‘‘ I munched on something before I came here with you guys.’‘ You say, eyes shifting towards the city again. ‘‘ Well if you’re up for a little bit more of a walk I know this good place on the boardwalk. We are getting closer and closer to the beach.’‘

‘‘ Is this you asking me on a date Park Jimin?’‘ You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. ‘‘ It can be considered our first friendly date. I would love to take you out some other time where it’s not last minute my love.’‘

‘‘ Stop saying that.’‘

‘‘ Saying what?’‘

You roll your eyes playfully, ‘’ My love. Stop saying it.’’

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you in amusement, ‘’ Did you just roll your eye at me.. my love?’’ Your cheeks have never hurt this much before from constantly smiling, but tonight you just cant stop them. ‘’ And if I did?’’

‘‘ I suggest you don’t do that again.’‘

The walk wasn’t as far as you thought. Jimin had linked his hand in yours on the way there. It surprised you for a minute but you let it happen. He hasn’t let go since. The two of you are sat down at a table outside by a waitress who cannot keep her eyes away from Jimin. Only if she knew how much of a sex god he was. Then she really wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes away.

‘‘ The moon looks beautiful tonight.’‘ He nods his head over towards the sky. Your eyes gaze over the sandy beach and waves that crash onto the shore. The moon lit sky peering over it looks beautiful.

Jimin brings both of your hands onto the table and intertwines them with his. A smile appears on his face when he sees you shyly try to hide your smile from him. Jimin’s most favorite feature of you is your smile, and moans of course, but your smile brings him happiness. It’s something about the way your lips curl up into a smile and your eyes narrow a little bit with it. Or when you laugh at one of his comments or jokes. It makes him happy inside and out.

‘‘ So, what were you saying earlier my love?’‘

You playfully roll your eyes again at that nickname. Before you can roll them again, Jimin’s smile drops and he let’s go of your right hand. You furrow your eyebrows at him for a second until you’re caught off guard with a tiny slap to the inside of your thigh. You hiss at the pain.

He says, ‘‘ Stop rolling your eyes at me. playful or not my love, I don’t like it.’‘

‘‘ Fine but stop calling me that nickname. You said it to Scarlet. Now I don’t want it anymore.’‘ You say, attitude high with your arms crossed.

Jimin chuckles and lets his tongue swipe across the inside of his jaw, ‘’Someone’s jealous.’’

‘’ I just see the name is useless is all if you’re calling other girls that.’‘

‘‘ Hmm jealous now aren’t we?’‘ He smirks, leaning back in his chair. ‘‘ Says the one who was all over me that night. Practically craving me. Now, what If i let someone else do that hmm? Equivalent to you calling other girls that name.’‘

His smirk never lets up. You know you trying to act all tough isn’t going to last. It’s just not in you. But what you can do is make him jealous and tease him for a while. You consider it a payback for those two weeks of hell you went through.

‘‘ I’m enjoying our night out Jimin. Thank you for taking the time to catch up with me tonight.’‘ Your face is innocent as ever, sipping on your water.

His expression changes when your foot travels up his leg and onto his crotch and slowly grazes over the tip of his dick. Jimin glares and bites his lip at the constant friction between the head and your foot going in agonizingly slow circles. He let’s both of your hands go to try and pry your leg away but you increase pressure making him choke out a small wince.

‘‘ Aww. Cute.’‘

Jimin’s head pops up with a death glare on his face, ‘’ Don’t call me that after you just tried to pull some type of stun-’’

Your foot begins it’s slow circles again. It’s fun watching him stop his sentences. The way he holds in his moans and bites his lip. It turns you on very much.

“Fuck,” He grunts, eye’s closed.

You stop once your food arrives. The same waitress that can’t keep her eyes off of Jimin. She makes eye contact with her, and he winks as she places the food in-front of him. Your face drops into a stone cold expression. Once the waitress leaves his head slowly turns towards you with his famous sly smirk. He knew just how to press your buttons.

You start back up again, going at an even faster pace at this point. He curses at himself and his eyes close again. You smile when he starts to shake his legs and breathe heavily. Only for Jimin’s eyes pop open with a devilish smile that confuses you. He grabs your leg and makes sure that your foot is positioned right ontop of his dick. He rolls his hips to the movement of yours, looking you dead straight in the eyes. You go along with it for now. But your eyes almost buck out of your head when he starts letting out moans and grunts as he throws his head back.

‘‘ Mmm fuck Y/N you do this so well.’‘

You’re at loss for words. The risk of being caught mixed with the sight you’re seeing now has your panties becoming wet.It takes all your might not to just jump over the table and devour him when he sighs in relief. You watch his body convulse of the aftershocks. So fucking sexy.

And as if nothing had just happened, he picks up his fork and begins to eat his pasta. The rest of the night is silent. You both eat in silence but in the inside you want to say something but you know better. The stunt you just pulled has something coming for you. Maybe payback wasn’t such a good thing after all.

After Jimin comes back from the restroom, assuming he cleaned himself up well down there, he sits back down at the table with a warm smile. It confuses you.

‘‘ Do you want to leave now? We can go to my place and just chill for the night. Looks like the two love birds might have already went back to one of their place’s.’‘ He says, grabbing your hand once again.

You nod your head dumbfounded at what you didn’t know that was going to happen at his place. But you agree to go. What can go wrong?

The moment you guys enter his luxurious apartment, he pins you against the wall and raises your hands above you head. He tilts your head and nips at your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking. He hit one of your sweet spots that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

‘‘ Please Jimin.’‘ You cry out. Slowly pulling away, he pulls you from against the wall and bends to dip an arm under your legs to lift you up bridal style.

He deeply chuckles into your ear, ‘‘ You have an eventful night planned out for pulling that stunt at the restaurant sweetheart.’‘ His words sends shivers down your spine.

Jimin closes the door behind him, giving you a taste of comfort before he has his way with you. He places you on his bed and you stare into those dark brown eyes that you love oh so much.

‘‘ Face down, ass up now.’‘ He growls.

You nod your head and do as told. Soon you feel your dress being unzipped and thrown to the floor. You’re in nothing but your bra and baby pink lace thong. His hands run up and down your spine, then to your ass.

‘‘ You ruined my pants today. Made me cum inside them since you wanted to feel like you had control over me.. babygirl.’‘ He says, hands stopping right above your ass.

‘‘ Count for me Y/N.’‘

You don’t even have time to take a breath in when the first hard impact comes. It wells tears in your eyes but you love it. You love every smack and every second of it. And so you count for him, you count all fifteen hits to your sore,red ass.

‘‘ You’ve taken your punishment well.’‘ Jimin says soothing the pain by rubbing over it softly. ‘‘ You looked so pretty doing what you’re told my beautiful girl. You deserve every inch of me. You deserve all of me.’’ His voice is soft and low. It intoxicates you.

Jimin shifts you onto your back, his hands tracing every inch of your body. You prop yourself up with your shoulders and you don’t jerk away, instead you let him lean in and kiss you passionately. The lewd sounds of the two of you sharing a wet, sloppy kiss can be heard throughout the apartment. You whine in his arms wanting more than just the kiss. He growls in return, yanking your head back to mark up that pretty neck some more. His hands swiftly makes their way towards your nipples, you moan out in response.

“mmm so cute and hard for me.” He flicks your hard nipples with his index and middle fingers on both your breasts. The way he speaks is sinful. Your panties grow even more wet as he pinches your nipples to make you whimper. “ Making pretty sounds for me hmm? Got you all wet baby?’’

With his hands dropping to your hips, he pushes you to lay down on the bed. Your breasts look so captivating to him. Your back arches when his lips connect to your right breast and soon to your left.

“Jimin...’’ You whimper, tugging on his hair to get him to look at you. He pauses the swirling of his tongue on your breast and looks up with lust filled eyes.

“ Yes sweetheart?” He coos.

‘’Off... t-take it off.’’ You whine, moving your hands towards his clothing and tugging on it firmly.

Jimin smiles before balancing on his knees to lift off his shirt. You watch him strip his shirt off, revealing his beautifully toned stomach and sharp v-line. You want nothing more than to run your tongue across him, leaving hickies behind.

Once he takes off his shirt, he dips back down to you to kiss your lips once more. ‘’ Your reaction was instantaneous, your back arching as your hands flew to his hair in shock at the pleasure it gave you. You really were sexually frustrated. Just him kissing you was all too much for you to handle.

As if he could tell what you wanted, his hand found its way to the hem of your lace thong. He feels how wet you were with his index finger sliding up and down your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slid them off with his teeth.

Your mouth instantly falls open when one thick finger slides inside you, your wetness pouring out beneath his finger. Once his finger is coated in your juices, he pulls out of you leaving you whimpering at the loss of friction. You watch him slide his wet finger into his mouth, his eyes close as he hums around it.

“You taste so fucking good. Let me have more of you yeah? He says, waiting for some type of consent from you.

You nod, wanting him more than ever.

Jimin props both your legs up onto his shoulder, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening core. You are left exposed to his lustful gaze as he took in the appearance of your swollen lips. Your lips spread apart to expose your clit that desperately seeks attention.

And so he provides it. His head dips down to get to work on your cunt. The pleasure you feel is outrageous, it has you clawing at his back, not even letting up, before letting out your never ending moans. You knew for a fact that Jimin’s tongue was a work of art when put to the test.

“Oh fuck! ” You yell out, arching your back when his lips begin to suck harshly on your clit, that bubbly feeling in your stomach appears.

“Do I make you feel good ? Hmm, use your words.” He encourages, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to lick and suck on your clit.

“It feels so good Jimin, oh my gosh, please don’t stop. Fuck!” You cry out, tossing your head back as you clutch onto the sheets once more, leaving his hair alone. As soon as he hears that, he seemed to lose control. His fingers start abuse your g-spot in sync with his sucking on your clit. That’s all you took for you to explode around his fingers. Your body spasms when you close your eyes. You can practically hear your heartbeat pounding in your head.

That doesn’t stop Jimin though. He continues to abuse your hole but you can’t handle the over-stimulation. You grip his wrists to stop him in which he obliges. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and shows you them before sucking on them harshly.

“ Such a naughty girl now aren’t we.” He coos, rubbing your thighs that shake endlessly. “Want more princess?”

You nod your head, to busy lost in a trance. His words always get to you. A boy who knows his way with his words. The things that come out his mouth laced with either sweet venom or sugar. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel like this. Damn him for letting you fall under his ways.

You don’t realize all of his clothes were off until the head of his cock is sitting at your entrance. He’s a nice size, as you remember, but it’s the thickness that gets you. He has a lot of girth and it damn sure stretches you out.

“Shit, oh my gosh.” You moan, letting your head fall back as he starts easing into you.

“ Mmm babygirl,” He growls, using one of his hands to spread your lips, giving him the bes view of you taking him all the way. “Fuck just look at that baby. Your little pussy stretching to take my thick cock. Feels good yeah?”

“ Yes Jimin, fuck, it feels so good please. ” You whimper, wanting to feel all stuffed and full. Finally he bottoms out and you definitely feel it in you.

Jimin’s hands grip your hips as he starts to move inside of you. Since your previous orgasm residue was still there, mixing with your fresh juices, every time moved in and out your juices would drip.Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as the pace quickened, wanting to get you to cum again.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room. There was no point in hiding them now. With his hips moving at a fast pace, and his dick murdering your g-spot, it makes you feel that familiar feeling again.

“My good girl, you’re doing so well for me.” Jimin smiles, praising you as you become undone around him. Your hole spasms around his length and it feels like heaven for him. Jimin holds himself up on his elbows, resting his face against yours while he gently eases you through your orgasm.

“You don’t know the things your body does to me Y/N. The faces you make when i’m fucking your brains out. You look like you’re in pure ecstasy because of me and only me, baby.” He whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. You nod and press your lips against his. Smiling into the kiss, his hips begin fucking you again, getting up to his previous pace.

Your body is automatically put into over-stimulation mode. “Are you going to cum again for me?”

“Mhm, oh my god!” You whimper, closing your eyes shut harshly. Jimin pulls out of you, and starts to slide his cock up and down your folds to bring you to another orgasm. You let out a scream as Jimin watch your juices fly and soak everywhere around you both. Your death grip on the sheets havent left and your back is arched so high from the bed that he has to bring you back down.

“Fuck, that’s it. You’re squirting princess.” He praises you, smiling as he doesn’t stop movement, juices everywhere. “You’re squirting so much baby look at you.’’

The feeling is too much for you so you shut your legs around him. Jimin smiles at you when you finally open your eyes. They hardly stay open but long enough for you to see him get himself off using his right hand. You open your mouth to say something, but he interrupts “Shh princess, you’re too sensitive. Maybe next time.”

You nodded with a small pout on your lips. You want him to cum inside you. To feel his hot sperm coat your insides. Your body says otherwise. You are spent, exhausted to the max..

Just as he is about to cum, you sit up and climb over to him. Your mouth quickly finds it’s way to his length and as if a habit, you begin to suck. ‘’You don’t have to princes- fuck.’’ He groans, releasing his load inside your mouth while you deep throat all his length.

Soon you pull away from his cock after he cums. You open your mouth to show him and then swallow it all down. ‘’ Filthy whore.’’ He smirks, pecking your lips.

Jimin kisses your forehead once more, before lifting up and disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a warm, wet towel to clean up the mess between your legs. Your eyes flutter open and close. You catch a glimpse of his nicely toned back when he turns to disregard the towel. He comes back again with a green t-shirt which makes your heart flutter as he pulls it over your head. Another forehead kiss, then those nose, then the lips.

‘’ Jimin?’‘ You coo.

He climbs in bed beside you, ‘’ Yes?’’

‘’ We never discussed what we are...’’ You say quietly, picking at your fingers.

He laughs softly, ‘’ You know I can’t commit right now. I have too many things going on and-’’

‘’ Excuses Jimin.’’ You pout, turning away from him. ‘’ Aww come on don’t be like that. Listen, if I ever get my life together and the ladies off of me you’ll be the first one I run to, my love.’’

‘’ Promise?’’

‘’ I promise.’’

Oh so you had thought. Another two weeks had passed and the same thing happened. Now you’re stuck in your office again contemplating life, as Scarlet would say. The only difference is, he texts you more often. Usually good morning and goodnight texts. An occasional ‘how was your day.’

You can’t help but to wonder what he’s probably doing with other girls. Feeding them empty promises. Saying sweet nothings in their ears. Letting them hear what they want to. It’s no doubt he knows what he’s doing. No doubt.

Only if he hadn’t wasted your time.

Two weeks and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

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— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + NANAMI KENTO || CELEBRATING THEIR S/O’S BIRTHDAY

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 30 january

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hi! I'm so happy to see you're accepting requests again! I really love reading your work, it helps me de-stress ^_^ Could I request headcanons for s/o's birthday celebration with gojo, nanami, itadori, and fushiguro? (Like who'd be the type to throw a surprise party, schedule a date or a little trip, and what kind of gift would they give, etc. Anything about how they would celebrate their s/o's birthday) Thank you and I hope you have a great day <3

↳ barista’s notes : so....i’m not ready for the manga at all guys, like it is going to be updated in a good 36 hours but like i don’t think i can ever prepare myself at all...i...am...terrified .... ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ BUT other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and come again soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

Itadori is the type to have a surprise party for you since he thinks that having your birthday with your friends and loved ones is the best way to celebrate.

Of course, he has to convince a few people since it can’t just be him by himself celebrating the surprise.

To be honest, it wasn’t hard to convince Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Gojo and Todo because it’s them. The second-years wouldn’t take much either since you are their friend. But, Nanami took a while to open up with the idea since Nanami isn’t the type to outwardly celebrate things like Itadori does.

Everyone helps with the decorations and setting up everything while Itadori is the one that is cooking the food with Fushiguro - because cooking buddies~

I like to think that Itadori can bake since he can cook - so he does make your cake for you.

Please just know that Kugisaki is taking charge of decorations because it’s just her forte.

Since he probably was away for the whole day preparing the surprise for you, you would probably be walking around the school trying to find him, only for your other classmates Fushiguro and Kugisaki to appear right in front of your face.

They will probably blindfold you with no explanation with Kugisaki dragging you by the arms while Fushiguro holds your back to make sure you don’t bump into anything at all.

When your blindfold is taken off, expect to be in a dark room with everyone right in front of you while itadori is holding a cake right in front of you as they sing ‘happy birthday’.

After the whole song and you blowing out the candles, the lights will suddenly turn on and BAM we got a game night tournament of Mario Kart insight.

A whole whiteboard is prepared to see who is versing who with drinks and more snacks prepared for the night.

At the end of the night, Itadori will mostly likely give you a plush that you’ve been looking at since a mission that you both went on - he took a photo because he knows he will forget about it.

Overall, it’s a pretty energetic night you will spend with everyone as they are hyped up to win the whole game night, but the fact that you got to celebrate with your boyfriend and your friends is the main point here.

Unlike Itadori, Fushiguro would want to celebrate your birthday with just both of you alone together.

Fushiguro will probably plan out a whole date for you and will probably make something for you rather than buying something - maybe he will add a bouquet of flowers.

In the morning (if he can cook), Fushiguro will cook breakfast for you and if you are still in bed after he has finished, expect breakfast in bed because he wants to make the day perfect for you.

When it comes to your birthday, it really depends on what season it is in when he plans something.

If it’s during the spring/summer season, he will take you to the park to have a picnic together since it's a time where it’s not too warm but not too cold (depends on the day) - so it’s a perfect balance.

If it’s during the autumn/winter, he will take you somewhere warm like a cafe or go view the Christmas lights since a lot of warm street food will be prepared and that’s the best time to eat as much as you want.

After a peaceful day out, he would give you his gift when you get back to his dorm - it will be personal and it’s probably handmade like an embroidered jumper or knitted scarf, so cherish it.

And if other students have given you a gift, he would hand his last since he’s a bit shy after seeing everyone else’s gifts they have handed you.

The day before, he had prepared your favourite cake from the closest bakery and it will be a small one since it’s just you and him together - he will turn off the lights to make the candles glow your face.

Just know he is secretly taking pictures and a few videos since you have a bright smile on your face since who wouldn’t smile? Your smile is his favourite thing about you.

Overall, your birthday is a personal one with Fushiguro, it’s something that he wants to make perfect and make you the happiest since it is your special day.

Gojo will make sure everyone knows it is your birthday - and I mean EVERYONE, even people from the Kyoto side of Jujutsu Tech.

Of course, he would inform the first years - Fushiguro probably already knows your birthday - and Itadori and Kugisaki will be surprised since this was such a late notice for them to get you anything.

A week or month before your birthday, Gojo will have spent so much money on gifts on you without your realising since he is somehow got at hiding things away from you - since he can disappear and appear in a span of one second.

A few days prior to your birthday, you would find gifts being left around your dorm with random notes attached to them with cute drawings on them.

Let me admit, some of the gifts will be joke gifts like a pregnancy test - hints - or his glasses, and he will come up behind you and say “oh that’s where they were, thank you, baby~.”

Of course, when the gifts are proper gifts, they are fancy as hell since Gojo doesn’t have a budget when it comes to you - he wants to spoil you rotten.

When it comes to your actual birthday, Gojo will be glued to your side since he wants to spend the whole day with you celebrating.

Gojo will be extra affectionate then he would usually be. In the morning, he wants morning cuddles and you’ll probably begin the day with a whole makeout and in the afternoon, he will wrap his arms around your shoulders while whispering sweet nothings to you while giving you a few pecks here and there.

He will take you out to so many dessert places to the point where you get a tiny bit sugar sick but he will also invite the first year to have lunch with you since he knows how much you love them.

When it comes to your cake and candle blowing, except Gojo to wipe some of the whipped cream on your face because he is just a tease and will lick it off of you - disgustingly cute.

Overall, Gojo will be sickly sweet and teasing towards you during your birthday and prior to that, he just wants you to be excited since it is rare that you both get to spend time together during a special occasion like this and he just wants you to be in complete bliss.

Like Fushiguro, Nanami is someone that will want to celebrate your birthday peacefully and with only you and him together.

I know Nanami is more of the classy type and will probably book a reservation to your favourite fancy restaurant since this is one of the only times where you can enjoy your favourite meal there.

Gift wise, Nanami will make sure it is something special and elegant since he wants to give you something memorable since the life of a sorcerer is unpredictable.

Probably a matching watch with his, maybe a simple silver band ring or a bracelet - it is scary how the gift fits really well on you like it’s not too loose or too tight. Nanami has the eyes for detail.

However, if he gives you a necklace just know he will put it on for you - and if you feel him touch you anywhere on your neck, I bet you would shiver~

When you get to the restaurant, just know that you and Nanami are dressed to the nines - like damn, don’t you both look good?

Candlelit dinner, glasses of red wine, delicious food and a handsome man right in front of you, what more do you want?

When it comes to the end of your dinner, he would have already asked the restaurant for the cake and they will hand it to you with the silver globe and everything - most likely a sweet chocolate cake with strawberries.

When you get home, Nanami will be somewhat more affectionate and will give you a few deep breathless kisses here and there while cuddling you when you and him are on the couch/sofa - you on his lap of course

When though you both went out it’s nice to be at home with just you and him leading to a deep conversation about the future, a family, vacation, wedding and many other things.

Overall, your birthday with Nanami with is soothing and calm, there is a hint of suggestiveness due to the setting but in reason, he wants you to be the main focus since it is the anniversary of the day you were born and he can’t but appreciate you.

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hawkepockets · 2 years

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while we’re talkin abt whitewashing on my blog i wanna give young/inexperienced white artists some vocab…

first of all, you can take preventative measures against whitewashing in your art. use references, follow tutorials on how to draw characters of color, see if the content creator has made a color palette for fan artists to use! all that stuff is out there and very helpful if you can slow down and look at it before putting stylus to tablet.

but after that, if & when someone does point out whitewashing in your art, you’ll probably feel tempted to either push blame onto the character design, or protest a lot about how hard it is to draw features unlike your own when you’re not used to it. instead of doing that, some things you can say are — thank you. sorry for not seeing that. i’m fixing it and reposting. i’m still working on my color control/same face/making my art style less centered on white features.

it’s ok to admit that, it’s good for you to be corrected, and calling you in like that took energy for the person who spoke up, energy that is likely in short supply if it’s coming from a poc in an online fan/artist space. so keep it classy! remember this is a favor to you, not an insult, even if it feels like one.

#this isn’t abt my vague post but about direct call-ins #&#i’m def not above making blunders now but this is the advice i’d like to give myself as a teen starting to post art online #so i hope it doesn’t feel holier than thou to share #pocket talk #not about gaming

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thatmultifandomhoe · 3 years

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It’s You

Pairing: Changkyun and Reader

Group: Monsta X

Word Count: 7,433

Genre/Rating: Valentine’s Day AU - Quarantine AU - Friends to Lovers AU - Fluff - Angst - PG-13

Overview: The last thing you planned to do was celebrate Valentine’s Day. Being single on a holiday that glorified love, especially during a pandemic, was the perfect sign to stay at home to guarantee avoiding having a broken heart. Especially when Changkyun, the one who held it, seemed to have plans of his own.

Warning: Mention of past unrequited love and having a broken heart - swearing -

A/N: Happy - early - Valentine’s Day sweet peas! And yes, Changkyun from Monsta X was the winner of the “Who Do You Want to Spend Valentine’s day With,” and I had so much fun working on this piece. I’m personally not a fan of the holiday - for reasons you’ll read below - but I hope that those of y’all who do celebrate have a happy Valentine’s day, and I hope that y’all enjoy this piece and get all the chocolate that you want this year!

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“Are you okay?”

Glancing over at the cell phone that was propped up on the dresser, you raised an eyebrow at the black screen. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You do know what day it is, right?”

Fingers pausing, you pressed your lips together, staring down at the button of the black jeans you had been in the middle of putting on. You had known what day it was when you went to turn off the alarm that had set for that morning. It had been painfully obvious, and as the pre-recorded song of birds chirping increased in volume, you had stared at the date for longer than you normally do.

February fourteenth.

Valentine’s Day.

“I’ve only been awake for an hour,” you said, stepping towards the closet for a shirt. It had been a miracle that Changkyun had called instead of his preferred method of randomly video calling. While it was true, you had been up for an hour, you had only started moving about to get on with the day about five minutes ago. And currently you were only wearing pants and a black lacy bra. Although, knowing him, he wouldn’t have complained.

There was rustling on his end and the clinking of a spoon hitting a glass. “I know, but I just wanted to make sure. You seemed pretty upset the other day.”

“It’s not that I’m upset…” You slipped your head through the hole of a black smocked square blouse with red flowers printed on it, adjusting the top so it sat properly. “I just...don’t like the holiday.”

Which was putting it mildly. It was more than a dislike, but as you went to look in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any tags sticking out, you silently thanked him for calling. You never hated Valentine’s Day. At its core, it was rather a sweet concept, one that year after year, a part of you hoped that maybe you’d be able to have someone to enjoy the holiday with. But after years of being single on the most romantic day, and having it ruined by dates turned sour, more often than not a dark cloud hovered overhead while you tried to simply get through the day.

You tried to find some spin on it to turn it around. Starting tomorrow and for the next week, chocolate was going to be anywhere from fifty to seventy-percent off. Sales were always fantastic no matter what the reason was. There were only so many chocolate hearts that you were capable of eating though.

“Why are you calling so early?” You said, turning the conversation back to him. It made sense why you were up – even on a Sunday there was always work to be done – for him to be awake before noon, that caused a bit of worry.

“Ah,” there was a thump that echoed on the call like he had dropped his phone, his voice sounding distant. “I have some things to get done today.”

“Yeah, but it’s nine in the morning. I thought you weren’t even coherent before noon.”

Changkyun forced out a laugh and you lightly smiled, gathering your hair into a bun before carrying him into the kitchen. Even though it was a simple phone call and was a bit distorted, it did nothing to dull the fluttering going on by the butterflies in your stomach. His lazy grin came to mind, and only ten minutes into the hour and you were smiling like a fool while stirring your coffee.

That was another reason why you weren’t entirely fond of the holiday. The entire day was dedicated to love, to telling someone that you love them, and here you were, having fallen for your friend and yet you refused to tell him. It was hard to pinpoint when these feelings began, but it was possible that they had been growing since the day you two met.

There was no doubt that you were a workaholic, always feeling weird if you bummed around for more than a few hours, so it made sense that on the rare day off that you took, something had to crash it. You had been indulging in some binge watching of your precious Inuyasha when your phone lit up with an incoming video call from Messenger. Immediately you had been hesitant. None of your friends ever video messaged you since unlike them, your cell was an android.

You hadn’t planned to answer him. Not only did you not recognize the name, or his picture - despite how attractive he appeared - but you didn’t normally answer requests from strangers. With that in mind and mildly annoyed in having to pause the episode, you were ready to hit decline and be on with the day. Except, you were a dumb ass, and hit accept by accident.

Turns out he had meant to call someone else and had been equally shocked when you answered. In fact, he had been less than classy upon seeing you in instead of his friend, the words, ‘oh, fuck me,’ slipping out before he could stop himself.

In normal circumstances, you might have rolled your eyes, or told him to go fuck himself, but it had been six months into the pandemic and he was the first new person that you had met in a while.

“I don’t usually fuck strangers,” you had said instead, not missing the way his eyebrow rose and how his mouth curled upwards in a smile. “But if you wanna buy me a grinder and have it delivered to my place; I might eventually be persuaded.”

There had been a tense moment, but when he let out a breathless chuckle, somehow you knew that you were in the safe zone. Turns out, the two of you had a friend in common who he had meant to call, but he hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing and accidentally clicked on your profile. The call only lasted for a few more minutes before Changkyun apologized and with an awkward wave, ended it. You stared at his profile picture and next thing you knew, you were scrolling through his pictures, oohing upon finding an old one of him with silver hair and an eyebrow piercing.

A couple hours later, there was a knock at your door and after slipping on a mask, you were greeted with a delivery man that looked no older than sixteen, announcing that he had a grinder for you. Before you could say that you hadn’t ordered anything, he promised that it had already been paid for, tip included. Not one to turn down free food, you accepted it, and saw the note that was taped to the paper bag.

I’m not a weirdo I promise. Jooheon passed along your address, and I’m not about to let someone go hungry. From, a friendly stranger who hit the wrong button.

There was no second guessing on your part. You pulled his profile back up and hit the video button, only having to wait a few seconds before his face filled the screen, locks of black hair falling across his forehead as he ruffled it up.

“Did you seriously send me a grinder?”

“You sounded hungry.”

There was a brief pause, and suddenly you were giggling, shoulders shaking as you sat down on a chair, his own deep chuckles joining in not long after. It was odd, but after that – and after confirming with Jooheon to make sure he wasn’t a creep, which you were assured he wasn’t – the two of you fell into the habit of video chatting. Some days there was nothing to say. With the pandemic raging on and everything closed, it was nice to have someone simply be there after all this time.

Fast forward five months later, the pandemic had only grown worse, and not only had Changkyun proven to be a good friend, but he managed to worm his way into your heart.

“What about you,” Changkyun suddenly asked. “You’re not actually working today, are you? Forget the holiday, it’s Sunday.”

Rolling your eyes, you went back to the bedroom with the black coffee in one hand, and him in the other. “Not all day. I have a few graphics that I want to finish up or it’ll bug me. Should only take a few hours to do.”

“Only a few hours,” he teased. “I’m willing to bet you’ll still be working tonight.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Not.”

His end grew silent, and he suddenly cleared his throat. “We’ll see about that.”

There was something about that sentence that stopped you from entering the password to your computer. Glancing away from the screen, you stared at Changkyun’s picture, wondering why his voice had softened when he had said that, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

“What is it that you have to do?” You found yourself asking him again, not looking at the keys as you logged into your laptop, the bleeding hearts screensaver appearing as the icons loaded one by one.

“Just some…stuff. I’ll probably be off my phone most of the day.”

“Oh.”

With the amount of phone calls and video chats the two of you had, it had become normal to hear from him a couple times throughout the day. The text chat was filled with various memes, emojis, and conversations that ranged from how much is too much fabric softener? - all the way to late night conversations involving stories about crazy exes, to insecurities, dreams you’ve always wanted to do, and whether or not the world would ever go back to the normal that you both had known prior to March 2020.

Wetting your lips, you leaned back against the desk chair and cradled the mug in both hands. “Well, have fun with whatever you’re doing,” you said, keeping your voice light so he wouldn’t notice the shift in your mood.

It was suddenly so obvious why he wasn’t saying what he had to do. With the holiday approaching, Changkyun had asked if you had any plans for how to spend the day, and with that came your explanation for why you weren’t overly fond of this particular day. The blind dates that ended terribly and being single had been part of the reason why, but there was one particular instance from the past that was determined to ruin Valentines every year for you.

In all the years, there was one person that you had confessed to on Valentines. Jungkook was someone you considered a friend, but you had only told him the truth to get him to shut up about his girlfriend. Up until that afternoon she had been the ex that, from your understanding, despised being in the same room as him anymore. According to him, she showed up at his place with the usual, ‘I miss you,’ and ‘let’s try again,’ and somehow that all managed to lead to wild and hot passionate sex that was, ‘insanely good.’

If only that had been it.

Whether Jungkook got caught up in reliving the moment and forgot who he was talking to, he gave you a play by play of their reunion. From the way she arrived at his door, to the way she felt around him, he told every detail all while you were on the other end of the phone, fingers twisted and tugging at your hair as you sat on the floor of your childhood bedroom. On all the days, the last thing you wanted to hear was your crush talking about having to move to the living room because his bedroom reeked from all their fucking.

The conversation didn’t last much longer, thank god, but you hadn’t been able to grieve because in the other room mom’s voice could be heard as she talked about her day at work. Instead, you forced back the tears and it took everything to not break down when she smiled and handed you an orange teddy bear holding a red heart that said I love you, along with a bag of Lindt chocolates. She was unaware, and while everyone slept, you buried your face into a couple pillows to muffle the sounds of your crying. You were only eighteen and yet you swore your heart collapsed in on itself before exploding into a million glass shards.

“That fucking dick,” Changkyun had said when you told him.

The screen had been bright as the two of you video chatted, and you rubbed your eyes, tired but not ready to go to sleep. He had been doing the rounds of locking up and shutting off the lights while you spoke, only wearing a thin pair black and blue flannel pants. At least he held the phone pretty leveled so you weren’t forced to stare at his torso, but there had been several times where you found your gaze lingering on his muscular body.

“I mean,” you ran a hand through your hair, shrugging as he looked back at you. “It happens to everyone.”

Changkyun frowned though. “No,” he said, his voice gentle but firm at the same time. “No, it doesn’t. And that shouldn’t have happened to you.”

Blinking, you forced the memory away, shifting in your seat to get comfortable once again. Just because you didn’t enjoy the holiday, or didn’t have anyone to spend it with, didn’t mean that was the case with Changkyun. Why else would he be reluctant to say what his plans were? He was probably just being nice and didn’t want to appear like he was rubbing salt into an old wound that refused to heal.

“Hey,” Changkyun’s voice softened again, and as much as you knew you shouldn’t, you wished that he was here, in the apartment with you for him to hold you. “It’s still early in the morning. For all you know, there’s a Mr. Right, who’s going to stumble into your path today.”

You scoffed, the clicking of your mouse echoing in the bedroom. “I mean, I don’t have plans to go out.”

“Surprises can happen you know.”

“Alright Changkyun,” now that the internet was up, you glanced back at the phone. “I gotta get to work. Stay safe out there.”

“Always am. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

There was a pause, and when you looked back over, the call was still going. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for either of you to leave it going while doing work, the silence was never awkward, it was more comforting than anything, but this time there was a sense of something being left un–

“You look pretty today,” Changkyun said suddenly.

Blinking, your fingers tightened around the mouse as your heart raced. “What? You can’t even see me Changkyun.”

“So?”

“I could be wearing my pajamas for all you know,” your voice faltered, and despite the constriction of wearing jeans, you pulled your legs up on to the chair to hug them to your chest.

“I’ve already seen you in your pajamas,” he joked. “You’re still pretty though.”

He was smiling. You knew for certain that he was, and that made your palms turn clammy, forcing you to wipe them against the pant leg.

“Maybe I’m not, wearing clothes?” Internally you slapped yourself, instantly regretting those words, and perhaps your entire existence at this point. It was still early. Instead of work, maybe you could possibly bury yourself under all the blankets and never answer his phone calls again.

Hearing shuffling coming from the phone, you pressed your lips together, not entirely sure if you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Are you trying to keep me from my plans today?” His voice deepened and if it weren’t for the fact that you were already sitting down, you were certain that you’d be on the floor.

“No, I’m just stupid,” you blurted out, slamming your hand over your mouth.

Changkyun chuckled, and suddenly the phone seemed closer to him because his voice became clearer. “I think you’re trying to seduce me.”

Oh god. No. It was absolutely the other way around. He was the one who had the advantage on his side, between the lip bites and the selfies he sent that captured his jawline that was perfect to cut glass with. Whether it was his godly features, or when the two of you were video chatting and he rolled onto his stomach and face planted himself into the pillow, you fell for him every time.

“Know what?” You rushed to say, ignoring his laughter. “I have work and you have things to do. Stay safe, and I’ll talk to you later. Bye!”

There was no hesitation. This time you slammed your finger on the end call button and for extra measure, tossed it away and on the bed, letting it disappear among the sea of messy blankets.

Shakily sighing, you slid further down in the chair as the edge of the desk pinned your legs to your chest to keep from falling to the ground. He had never said anything like that before. Sure, there were times where he’d see you do something or when you’d ramble on about a show or work, he’d might say cute, but that always felt like an afterthought.

“Damn it Changkyun,” you said, glaring at where you had thrown the phone and hating the fact that his words kept circling around your mind, making you feel incredibly warmer than you had been ten minutes earlier. Hating that while he was probably going to be on a date with some pretty girl who was worth his time, you were at home, working on a Sunday, wishing that the guy you hadn’t even met in person was here and telling you that in-between kisses.

You ran a hand over your face with a groan, fingers of course getting caught in the bun briefly as you sat up. There was work to be done, and with a click of the mouse, the programs you needed quickly opened up. It was fairly easy, and if you focused, would only take an hour, maybe even less to get done. But with Changkyun on the brain, all you wanted to do was curl back up under the messy blankets and daydream about him. About what it would be like to hug him, to hear his voice in person, and perhaps, spend a Valentine’s day with someone who wouldn’t let you down.

That wasn’t going to happen though. It was a daydream and nothing more.

Lacing your fingers together, you quickly turned them inward, groaning in satisfaction at the loud crack that emitted from the joints. Outside the window that the desk was placed in front of, the sun had already begun its descent for the night. The sky was painted in splashes of orange with lazy clouds slipping in, the remaining bits of blue falling steadily behind.

Despite what Changkyun had predicted, he was only partially correct. With him swimming freely in your mind, you had been distracted, lost in a hazy daydream that made it impossible to focus on the graphics that you were trying to finish up. More often than not you stepped away from the desk, feet guiding you to the other room or in small twirls with the faintest lovesick smile. It was impossible to get anything done. So, you said fuck it. It was Sunday after all, and you weren’t expected to have those scheduled to be posted for a few days. Where was the harm in having one day to yourself? One with no work whatsoever to stress you out?

With work out of the way and having no other plans, another cup of coffee had been made and in the spirit of the holiday, your gaze had lingered on the makeup that sat on the dresser. Most of it had gone unused as the weeks melted into months. Tubes of lipstick and eye shadow palettes once loved had been forgotten about, and as you recalled, the brushes that you typically forgot to clean had been washed out of pure boredom. It was with new motivation that you grabbed a majority of the collection and hopped onto the counter in the bathroom, music playing from a playlist filled with songs from your younger years that held nostalgia, and simply played around with the colors.

By the time you were done, an hour had gone by, and you gained two cut creases with glitter, contoured cheeks, painted your lips, and looked like you were ready to go out for a date out in the city to be wined and dined. Instead, you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and slid into the kitchen with plans to see what frozen meal the freezer had to offer. If anything, it had the bare bones of a date. The location? Your couch. The hot leading man? Most likely the main character from whatever show you finally decided on after you gave a good scroll through Netflix. All you needed was utter disappointment and it could be considered a success.

You were torn between making the decision for frozen lasagna or chicken Alfredo, but a sudden and loud knock at the door stopped you. Eyebrows pulling in confusion, you carefully set the food on the counter, taking a moment to slip on the mask that you left hanging on the doorknob for situations like this. Not that they occurred often. With the exception of having food delivered, once the world realized that this pandemic wasn’t just a simple flu and doctors encouraged people to stay home, you hadn’t invited anyone over. It was lonely, and you missed your friends and family greatly, but this wasn’t a situation to take lightly.

“I’m sorry,” you said, opening the door once the fabric mask was securely on. “I think you might have the wrong…”

And you stopped. Stopped talking and stared. Stared at the man leaning against your door frame, wearing a black as ink suit jacket, a pristine white button up shirt was tucked into matching black pants, with the top several buttons undone to reveal a tanned and toned chest that you knew he took pride in considering all the gym selfies he sent. The black fabric mask he wore hid most of his face, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled together.

“I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” Changkyun said, his deep voice sounding better in real life than you had expected, and dreamed of.

He pushed off of the frame and it was then that you noticed the things in his hands. In the left, was a plastic bag stuffed with packaged containers, and in the right…in his right wrapped in pink tissue paper was a bouquet of red and pink carnations with babies’ breath mixed in. There had to be at least a dozen, perhaps a baker’s dozen, if not a few extra.

There were no words. After all the books you consumed to pass the time, articles you searched for work, and even countless texts sent to friends, everything escaped you at that very moment because he was here. He was actually here and standing in front of you.

“I know you said you haven’t had anyone over since this started. But I got tested a couple days ago, came back negative, and we’ve both been working from home this entire time so if you want…” Changkyun lifted the bag he held into view and this time, you could see that even though it was triple bagged, you were able to make a red dragon printed on the cartons. “I have Chinese food, and I’m willing to bet that Netflix has something for us to watch. If you’re not comfortable though that’s fine. I have plenty of food that we can—”

Except he didn’t get to finish what he was saying before you tugged him into the apartment by his arm. Immediately, your arms wound their way around his waist and you pressed your face into his chest, tightly hugging him.

“It’s you,” you said, feeling his right arm carefully rest on your back to hold you close, all while being mindful of the flowers that he was carrying.

There was a soft chuckle from above as he laid his head on top of yours. “It’s good to finally see you too.”

Smiling, your arms tightened around him once more before you stepped backwards, letting him enter the apartment completely. “You didn’t have to bring flowers you know.”

“And show up empty handed?”

You gestured towards the table for him to set the food down, taking the flowers and going to the sink. “You bought Chinese food. That more than would have made up for no flowers.” But while the vase filled with water and you trimmed the stems, gently adding them in one by one, there was a warmth spreading within your chest that came right from the heart, even more so when he chuckled. The only people to ever buy you flowers on Valentine’s day were your parents.

Like always, the silence that followed felt natural. The only difference was that you were aware that Changkyun was moving around in the kitchen with you, getting plates and silverware out without having to ask where things were because he had seen you do the same thing countless times before while video chatting. You just never thought he was actually paying attention.

When they were all in the vase, you tossed the ends in the trash and turned around, only to see that once again, he was watching you.

“Why are you staring?”

Changkyun shrugged, running a hand through his hair as the black locks fell right back into his eyes. “I was right.”

Tilting your head, you walked over to the table and set the vase in the center. You were already so close to him, but he leaned his head down, the black fabric of his mask brushing against the top of your ear.

“That you look pretty,” he said softly. “And it’s not because of the makeup. I had a feeling you might dress up today; you look beautiful.”

The air that you had been breathing was instantly stolen, and when you made the mistake of looking up at him, you realized just how close the two of you were. If it weren’t for the masks you both wore…

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you teased, trying to not glance at where his lips would be. “You’re a lot taller than messenger video makes you out to be.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Straightening up, Changkyun slipped his suit jacket off and set it on the back of a chair to undo the buttons on his cuffs, taking the time to roll each sleeve up to his elbows. “You’re meaner in person.”

Good god. You knew that he worked out, but damn. Maybe not for the first couple weeks, eventually Changkyun fell into the habit of sending selfies while he was working out at the gym. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but seeing his tanned arms and the white sleeve making its way up to his elbow, it sparked the butterflies and gave them a newfound fluttering energy.

“Do you wanna eat or not?” Not thinking of it, you reached up to unhook the elastic from around your ears, removing the mask and setting it back on the counter. With a glance up at him, you saw him raise an eyebrow before he mimicked your movements to take off his own mask, revealing the jaw that tempted your daydreams in more ways than you wished.

He smiled, and you handed him his plate and together, the two of you fixed up heaping plates of Chinese food, using the concept of needing to eat to distract yourself. Everything was still hot and as you settled on the couch, steam curled its way up into the air.

“Were you able to get your secret plans done today?” You asked, glancing over at him while Netflix loaded up on the TV screen.

“Why are you so interested in what I had to do?” He was focused on the dumpling that he held with the chopsticks, not meeting your gaze at all.

It wasn’t that you meant to be focused on that. But he had acted so suspicious on the phone earlier, and now he was here, having dinner in your apartment with enough Chinese food to cost a small fortune, along with sixteen carnations – yes, you counted while cutting them – on Valentine’s Day. There had been no warning, and as much as you wanted to believe that he was here for more than a friendly drop in, the idea of him having been on a date earlier in the day and was here to talk about it, about the possible other girl, killed the butterflies. You had already been through this once, you didn’t want to go through it again. Not with him.

Scrolling through the list of suggestions, you didn’t notice Changkyun looking over at you, or the way his face softened. His fingers tightened around the chopsticks and he leaned back against the cushion.

“What’s that one about?” He nodded towards one of the movies that was in the watch again section.

You raised an eyebrow, scrolling over to it. “Please don’t tell me that you’ve never seen Love Actually?”

“If I did, would I have asked what it’s about?”

Unable to stop yourself, an undignified sound escaped you as you wildly gestured with the remote. “How? It’s like the sweetest romance, Christmas movie ever. They play it every year. It even has Liam Neeson, the man promising to find and kill everyone, as a sweet dad who doesn’t kill anyone! That alone is a true Christmas miracle by itself.”

The thought of him being with someone else dissipated at the sound of his laughter. Even caught up in the excitement of this particular movie, you couldn’t stop the smile that grew. No matter what, even in real life or over video, you always found yourself grinning the second he laughed or smiled. He was without a doubt contagious, in the best way possible.

“What are you waiting for?” He said, gesturing towards the screen with the chopsticks, shoulders relaxing at the sight of your smile and apparent joy for the film. One that he had in fact, seen a few times over the years. “Press play.”

There was no hesitation. You were determined to culture him in what you deemed to be a classic in romance films. So, as you comfortably settled in, belly growing full of warm and delicious food, you once again missed Changkyun’s wide smile. It was the kind of grin that no matter what he did, or how serious he tried to be, simply wouldn’t go away.

The empty dinner plates sat long forgotten about on the coffee table as another movie played, this one involving an action pack fight scene with aliens in New York City. Hours had passed since Changkyun arrived at your door, and despite it growing late and Valentine’s Day was nearing its end, his polished shoes were unlaced and tossed on the floor. A wine bottle had been opened up, and you sat much closer to him to share a blanket with him. You were blaming it on the wine for being so bold because when he stretched an arm on the back of the couch, you didn’t think twice about gently leaning your head against it.

You couldn’t even really blame it on the wine. It was the first glass for both of you, and you were a slow drinker, so you were as sober as a newborn lamb at the moment.

It was just like when the two of you would video chat with the same movie on, but so much better. Having him here, you were noticing the smallest things that you’d miss when on the phone. At the base of his neck was a small mole that you never realized he had, or that he was wearing two thin silver chains – a pair that, now that you thought about it, he never went without. Behind you, he’d occasionally rub his fingers together and the metal of his bracelet would lightly clink against itself. With the few glances that you stole, his attention was solely on the movie and his jaw appeared to be pressed together.

Feeling a sudden weight, you turned to see him settling his arm around your shoulders. His wrist was now hanging over your arm, and it took all your willpower to not reach up with a free hand to lace your fingers loosely with his. When you glanced back up at him, he was in mid sip of his wine, throat bobbing with each swallow.

Shit. This was not helping the butterflies that seemed to have multiplied since his arrival.

Changkyun raised an eyebrow when he lowered his glass, softly humming in question, but you only shook your head and focused back on the movie. Except, now you were hyper aware that he was looking at you this time.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured, his thumb and fingers lightly rubbing against your arm.

That was another thing. His voice was deep. In the calls, the phone occasionally cracked and had made it seem lighter, but it appeared to be just the opposite. He was blessed with a voice that was able to drop lower than a bass, sending your insides to mush when he spoke. It was the type of voice that was destined to recite poetry and old sonnets, to hold three in the morning conversations that went wherever and everywhere. When he called your name, it never failed to send tingles running the length of your body. It was his voice, and you knew that you’d never grow tired of hearing him talk.

“Nothing. I was just thinking,” you said, leaning your head back, his arm comfortable and warm as you looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid his gaze for a few seconds.

His fingers didn’t stop. The gentle caress, a small reassurance that he was in fact here and this wasn’t your imagination, made it harder to stay where you sat instead of curling into his side like you wanted.

“Thinking about what?”

Letting out a breathless scoff, you tilted your head towards him. Changkyun was a sight to see and you knew that if this was the only time you got to spend with him in person, you were never going to forget this moment.

Your smile softened. “That you’re actually here, after all these months of texts and video calls. You actually came here, and you’re real.”

“Did you think I was a robot or something?” Changkyun teased, but his fingers stopped moving, and that lock of hair fell back into his eyes again.

“Well, you did accidentally call me instead of Jooheon and last time I checked, we look nothing alike.” There was no thinking as you reached up and mimicked his movements to push that damn lock back, feeling how soft his hair was. It brought you a little bit closer to him and in that second, the world suddenly felt like it was no longer moving when you glanced down at his lips. Those pink lips that you wondered and dreamt about night after night, too curious for your own good on what it would be like to kiss him. Now was your chance to find out, especially when he didn’t lean back and appeared to be getting closer.

“Cookies?” You suddenly asked, leaning back to see his eyebrows start to pull together in confusion. Heart racing, you set your wine glass on the coffee table and walked around the couch to step into the kitchen. With only your back to him, you quietly let out a shaky breath. “I know I have some for us to munch on…”

Opening up a cabinet, you stretched on to your toes to search for the package of cookies that you knew were in there, mentally slapping yourself at having done that. He hadn’t backed away, hadn’t tried to stop you, in fact, if you allowed yourself to believe it, you would have recalled that he had started to lean in when you randomly brought up cookies. As much as you wanted to, the last thing you wanted was to lose your friendship.

You were pushing aside a box of crackers when his hand captured your wrist, halting your search. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of its cage when his fingers gently wrapped around your hand, and when his palm settled on a hip, it was equally as comforting as it lit a spark inside you. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to melt into his embrace.

“Sweetheart, do you really think I’m here to just hang out?” He asked, his voice low as he spoke into your ear, his body stepping closer to yours.

“You’re…you’re not?” You weakly asked, nervous because you didn’t want this all to be a joke.

The idea of this being a one night only thing thanks to the holiday left an ache in your bones. You wanted more nights like this with him, wanted to hear him call out your name with that gentle smile of his over and over again. Dammit, you wanted to wake up and have the blankets be stifling hot but not care as you crawled over to his side of the bed, searching for morning cuddles because fuck the person who decided that the workday would start at eight in the morning. The only person you wanted to spend this quarantine with, to be able to touch, to be worried and even scared about all this with, was Changkyun.

Changkyun’s breath hit the back of your neck as he softly chuckled, sending a shiver down your spine. “God, I thought I was being obvious. Let me try this differently.”

Still holding on to your wrist, he turned you around and once you were facing him, let go of your hand to step closer until your back was against the counter. With each breath your chest brushed against his, and when he pushed the hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear, fingers brushing against your cheek, you almost forgot to breathe.

“I know you’ve always had a pretty crappy Valentine’s day,” Changkyun softly spoke. His gaze was steady with yours, and even though he was being serious, there was a softness to his features that had the corner of his mouth curling upwards. “And I thought that the best way to keep that from repeating this year, would be if you spent it with someone, who loves you.”

Who loves…oh.

It suddenly all made sense. Why he didn’t want to say what he was doing to celebrate, him calling you pretty, the food and flowers, the coaxing touches, he could have rented a billboard and put up a neon flashing sign and you probably still would have been blind.

“Changkyun,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek.

He softly smiled as he closed the remaining space between you to rest his forehead against yours, his palms sliding along your body until he had you wrapped in a hug. “There you go, now you get it.”

Giggling, you rolled your eyes out of habit. It was like him to be a smart ass during a moment like this. With that being said, the butterflies fluttered their way up to your heart, and all the daydreams that you entertained and thought nothing would come of them, now had the possibility of becoming reality.

“I love you too,” you said, running your thumb along his cheek as you watched his smile widen.

There was no hesitation, or smart ass comments this time. Instead, when his lips met yours in a kiss, your heart stopped racing. The butterflies finally calmed down and the world around you went out of focus as your fingers slid through his hair. His lips were soft, and thanks to the red wine, there was a lingering tangy sweetness that reminded you of raspberries. You found yourself becoming addicted to his taste, the kisses melting together until you lost track of how long the two of you stood there, content with doing nothing but being wrapped up in each other’s embrace.

A clock chimed out in the apartment, breaking the kiss which only served to make you pout at the loss of his lips. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Changkyun, who smirked before leaning down to give one more kiss, which quickly turned into two, then three.

“Don’t you have work in the morning?” He murmured, resting his forehead once more against yours.

“You trying to kiss and dash?”

His fingers gently pressed into your sides and you squirmed at his touch, giggling at his antics. However, he leaned his head back and sighed. “Like hell I’d do that. But you usually wake up earlier for work, and trust me, I’ll end up keeping you awake if I stay the night.”

There was no doubt about that, and to be truthful, you’d have no issue if that was the case. He was right, but as ideas turned in your mind, you shrugged. “You can’t go out driving though,” you said softly. “You were drinking.”

Changkyun frowned, head tilting as he removed a hand from your back to run through his hair. “Not even a whole glass.”

You raised an eyebrow. It took him having to say he loved you for you to understand how he felt about you despite his dine and wine attempt, and here he was, completely missing what you were suggesting. Either you were absolutely perfect for each other, or equally dense.

“Well, we also broke quarantine,” you said slowly, slipping a finger through his belt loop at the same time to bring him closer. “Isn’t the recommendation to stay at home for what, at least three days?”

He started to tilt his head, mouth opening to question what you were saying until he saw the smile growing on your face. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips together before looking back at you.

“That was horrible,” Changkyun said. He slipped his arms back around you, pulling you away from the counter. His grin said otherwise. “At least I tried being romantic.”

“Well, I mean, if you really want to go back to your place by yourself…”

He didn’t let you say another word, his lips reclaiming yours again, because there was absolutely nothing that felt better than kissing you after months of dreaming what it would be like.

“Don’t go,” you softly murmured against his lips. “Not when you just got here.”

Maybe it was selfish. But you didn’t want to be alone again. Not when he had gone through so much trouble to make this night special, not when you finally knew that he felt the same way about you. After almost a year of staying inside the apartment whenever you could, of going without hugs or get togethers, being able to touch and kiss Changkyun felt like you were relearning what those were all over again. All you wanted was a few days with him.

Changkyun hummed, his arms tightening around you. “Sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he said, gazing down at you as if he had considered the same thing.

The clock that had rang out to announce the hour of a new day and that Valentine’s day was over, continued to quietly tick in the other room. The Earth continued to spin, and outside, the world was exactly how it had been this morning, full of fear, what ifs, and the unknown of a pandemic that didn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon.

But inside that small apartment, wrapped in Changkyun’s arms, giggles and laughter filled the walls when he pulled you to the middle of the kitchen and spun you around for a late-night dance. It might not be the thing that changes the world, but for the first time, in a long time, hope began to blossom alongside the butterflies in your stomach. The memories of past Valentine’s days melted away at his kiss, until only the memory of him at your door remained.

Even when it hadn’t felt like it, love and hope had always been there. And now it was here promising lovelier days to come.

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widowsofchaos · 4 years

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Pretty please do #51 with Steve Rogers.

Sweet Dreams

summary: the Captain has only eyes for you.

pairing: darkish!Steve Rogers x black!reader

warnings: mention of alcohol, drunk reader, dark yet soft yandere Steve, somnophilia, vaginal intercourse. dub non-con. Requested prompt 51: “Are you trying to seduce me? Depends. Are you seducible?”

a/n: Finally writing for my fav Captain. <3 requested from this prompt list. shoutout to @punani for helping with the “isn’t this your dream, princess” line for the smut. Thanks so much, boo. <3 xoxo T

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“You’re doing it again, pal.”

A gruff chuckle could be heard behind Steve - earning a grumble under his breath. The greenery that swirled in his oceanic orbs blackened, and dilated into inky madness; his thick brows peering over his muscular shoulder.

Staring, gawking -- admiring.

“I’m not doing anything, jerk.”

“Punk, please–” an airy snicker, “I know you like the back of my metal hand.” Another snicker, “Even after over seventy years, and you still can’t talk to a dame.” Bucky took a quick gulp of Asgardian ale, his upper lip sneering in satisfaction.

Fueling his mischief.

“Shut it, jerk.” A forced chuckle slipped from Steve’s pink lips, finally facing his long-time companion, grumbling at his best friend’s smug grin. Clicking his jaw tightly, not willing to admit it.

No one can read Steve like an open book like Bucky can.

No one ever.

Brotherly adoration manifested in sibling bickering, always prodding and pushing each other’s buttons.

“Go talk to her.” Bucky’s stormy baby blues searching for a familiar Nubian beauty among the obnoxious faceless crowd that’s festering within the extravagant Stark party.

In his view, he found you sitting on the couch next to Sam, adorable tipsy giggles escaping you. Friendly coziness, you were resting your head on Sam’s shoulder. Now aware why his best friend is fuming at the ears.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” A huff of breath escaped through Steve’s flared nostrils. Denial beating against his fractured mind like a Cherokee drum.

A smirk grew slowly on Bucky’s chiseled bearded jaw, he tsked, his eyes focusing back on Steve’s face, “Alright. Good to know.” Bucky deadpanned — with a touch of a tease, deliberately taking small sips, never wavering his eyes from Steve.

Steve’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “I’ve been meaning to ask Y/n out anyways...” Steve snarled at Bucky. Bucky leaned over, wagging a finger in Steve’s face.

“I’m gonna dunk my dick in her–”, grinning placidly. “Jerk!” Steve roared in a raspy hush at Bucky, punching his metal arm repeatedly, rearing metal meeting Steve’s swinging knuckles.

Tears were forming in Bucky’s eyes as he belly-laughed, doubling-over in his stool— Bucky’s snorts was gaining other party goers’ attention.

Steve’s entire face was reddened – resembling a cartoonish bull fuming — quickly realizing that confused, and amused eyes were zeroed on the super soldier duo.

Nervously his dilated eyes scan over multiple faces, incoherent apologies slip from his lips, only to stumble upon you chuckling, giggles fumbling over your manicured fingertips muffled your lips.

Steve quickly tore his gaze away, his forearms crossed on the marble counter. Sulking and hiding himself against his arms; like an angry toddler.

Muffled embarrassment could be heard within Steve’s arms, his choppy groans and breaths fogging the transparent counter glass, an amused guffaw hissed through Bucky’s teeth.

Patting Steve’s sculpted shoulder blade, “Twah. Don’t worry about me, Stevie. Because tweety over there would probably beat me to the punch. Have you seen the way he gawks at her?” A sing-song jab.

Push. Shove. Goating Steve to grow a pear, hit a nerve for him to finally snap. Knowing full aware that Steve deserves an ounce of happiness – two men forced out of their time, lost possible futures due to out-of-control occurrences, but now?

Why not try to make a new future finally by their own hands? Take what they want. Bucky and Steve deserve it after everything they knew was ripped from them.

Steve’s blonde-head short up, “Don’t say that!” A raspy bark, but no bite — not for Bucky at least. A wolf ready to chomp a particular bird’s head off.

“Then ask her out!” Bucky jabbed his finger in Steve’s chest. “I’m tired of you moping around, staring at her like a sick puppy.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“All that pining -- just get your dick wet already, Stevie.” A harsh cough caved through Steve’s throat.

“Jesus -- what’s with you tonight?” He grinned at a howling Bucky, a swell of relief but mild humiliation bubbling at the pit of his stomach.

Right before his eyes is a vision from the past, this is the closest Steve has witnessed Bucky to three sheets to the wind in a long time -- a cocky sailor-mouthed Casanova slurring flirty innuendos in a dame’s ear, promising necking behind the church, and a call back that will never occur.

Or the curious sixteen year old, who snuck miniature polaroids of stag porn; claiming it’s from his father’s stash -- gawking chuckles, and bashful gasps stifled in the silent night -- two curious boys beyond their years.

It’s refreshing. Bucky, the one last link to Steve’s past that reminds him of home. Bucky is his home -- but now, there is a beautiful being--not more than five feet away from him--who he yearns to create a garden within her heart and soul; you.

A grin slowly faltering to a genuine solemn smile, “You deserve it, Steve. You deserve her.” There he is. An emotional chameleon, faux cheeky ego veneering battle scars, years thick of abuse, and loneliness -- a molded machine guising a little boy. A flicker of vulnerability sheens in Bucky’s eyes, tittering hope of an old soul.

Steve opened his mouth to succumb to his natural instinct of denial, but Bucky cut him off, “Stop it.” A soft demand, gesturing his hand for Steve to shut it.

“How long are we going to suffer?” a swallow, “Reminiscing on what could’ve been. Imaging years after the war, getting married with kids. The all-American suburban dream.” He was getting misty-eyed.

“A pipe dream -- I’ve finally come to realize that it was never intended for us.” Bucky croaked, laughing it off as he downed more mead.

Steve sniffled, projectile vomit churning -- those aren’t his dreams anymore -- at least, not for a lost era. Those late-night thoughts ending with day-dreams buried in a tear-soaked pillow.

“I used to think if I dated Sharon -- I could regain a piece of Peggy back. Fulfill that hole in my heart.” Remorse, and disgust gurgling inside himself, “But -- I know that wasn’t right -- for either of us.” He stammered, his index finger tracing the rim of his glass.

“Peggy wasn’t the one for me. I just got attached to the first woman who saw me as myself -- she saw beyond the swarny loser.” Steve snorted, his throat constricting.

“You were never a loser.” Bucky spoke tenderly, “A loser wouldn’t have accomplished all that you did.” Bucky gripped Steve’s shoulder, a squeeze of reassurance.

He mumbled a thanks Buck with a curt smile. Steve hung his head a bit, gulping the last drops of his beverage.

Attached. What a silly word to describe the Captain’s past affection for Peggy Carter. He looks back to a time where he would’ve gotten on knee for her, and proposed.

Propose the promise of a better life together, with a bunch of rugrats running around, and saving the world.

Now? It’s a memory. The past. He’s learned to let go, accept his life for what it is -- despite having no choice in the manner. A man out of his time, adapting to the 21st century -- with its entertainments, trends, fashion, and evolved society.

Don’t even get Bucky, and himself started on food. Both men have engorged themselves on cusicines, vowing to never eat plain boiled meals again.

Steve’s genuinely thrilled that times have changed with more liberation for marginalized groups -- people being treated as humans, and exercising their rights.

But if anyone asked Steve Rogers what was the first thing he enjoyed since he got out of the ice? He would say you. Without a doubt, you have brought a light in his life -- a light he has been searching his whole life.

Your strength, poise stature, your sweet voice -- always following his orders on the battlefield, but stood your ground, a perfect dance of partners.

Your beauty is unmatched, classy, but never a prude. Sexy, intelligent -- he can go on, and on.

Steve leered over his shoulder again, his eyes focusing on you. Your head was still perched on Sam’s shoulder, Steve huffed.

How he desperately itches to snatch you off of Sam, and just cradle you all night. He sighed, rubbing his temples, “Hey Buck, I’m gonna take off.” Steve stood up, stretching his muscles, “Awh already, old man?” Bucky teases, snickering. “Goodnight, jerk.” Steve laughed, lightly punching Bucky’s shoulder.

Steve began trekking towards the elevator, passing by buzzed individuals. “Stevie.” A familiar seren voice beckoned him, followed by pitter patter. He turned a little too fast, but he didn’t care. It was you.

“Steve!” a slurred glee shrieked out of you, arms extended out to engulf the sculpted Herculan -- ensnaring him tightly around his neck, curious fingers twirling his combed angel-hair, his ears were forming red. A shiver crawled down his spine -- your touch is intoxicating. Your scent -- mouth-watering.

Quickly stilling your swaying, rubbing your face against his broad chest, “How are you?” your words muffled against the tight fabric, “I missed you.” A surprised huff left Steve, searching for Bucky, only to see his friend wiggle his eyebrows suggestively from the distance.

Ever so the gentleman, he didn’t dare lower his hands to a tantalizing region, locking his grip on your waist, “I’m okay, doll.” He chuckled, “How are you?” Sweetly shifting your body against him by the guide of one forearm on the nape of your back -- petting your curled dome, and swiping wild curls from your doe-eyes.

You hummed, squinty hooded-lids, a blissed placid smile, it's a bit goofy -- adorable nonetheless.

“S’good, Stevie.” Your head bobbled a bit, stifled giggles biting your lip. You lazily titled your head towards the elevator, then sloppily turned back to Steve.

“Where ya’ going, Stevie?” You pouted, and Steve just wanted to trace your bottom lip -- dig his thumb between your lips.

“I’m just gonna head to bed.” Steve’s babifyed his tone, “Sleepy too.” You murmured. Steve internally awed, as your head leaned back on his chest.

“C’mon, doll. Let me help you get to bed.” Steve chuckled. “Oh, how about I put you to bed, Cap--tin?” You slurred, stretching his formal title with a pause -- your eyes fluttered for a second, lazily jabbing his bicep with your finger.

Steve’s ears were dusted pink, shocked at your flirty attitude, catching onto your teasing manner. “Are you trying to seduce me?” Steve’s brazen confidence soared for a momentary lapse. A bit disappointed that most likely, you won’t recall any recollection of tonight’s event.

“Depends. Are you seducible?” You cheekily lightly smacked your lips, with a pout. Steve desperately wants to kiss that pout forever. But he restrained himself.

“Let’s go, Y/n.” He smiled sweetly. Steve lifted you more upward, guiding your feet so you won’t fall on your face.

Walking into the elevator Steve pressed your numbered button, his eyes caught Bucky, who wiggled his eyebrows, mouthing hushed words just for Steve’s advanced hearing, “That’s my boy.” Steve rolled his eyes playfully.

During the journey in the elevator, you fell out like a light. Steve carefully hoisted your limp body in bridal style. Steve gazed at you happily, the slope of your nose, your spidery lashes, ruffled curls -- how your breasts heaved under your purple sun-dress.

The ding of the elevator alerting Steve that you both are on your floor, interrupting Steve’s haze, he grumbled a bit but he began walking out towards your room.

Steve gracefully walked to your room, not even paying attention to his steps, focusing on your peaceful sleepy face. The path to your room is already memorized.

“FRIDAY, open Y/n’s door.” Steve pecked a lingering kiss on your forehead, “Of course, Captain Rogers.” The lock of your bedroom clicked open. Steve made himself home, a natural occurrence of him.

Strides towards your bed, gingerly placing you on the bed. Steve gulped, his fists straining at his side; his eyes stared up at the ceiling, counting to five.

Reprimanding himself; reminding himself that he should leave you be. Just like the times before.

But one look at you, and he’s a goner. He has to just touch you — oh God, please.

Shaky palms reach for the hem of your dress, grazing your skin as he perched the fabric upward. Savoring the smoothness against his fingertips.

Toned curves and planes of soft-scented, smooth sepia flesh; his heartbeat drumming out in a rapid rhythm, serene sleepy smile rests on your face. Pouty heart-shaped lips -- Steve’s cock twitch at the mere idea of slipping his veiny dick in your warm mouth, your slurping tongue gagging on his swollen balls.

But not yet. The scenery isn’t fitting -- next time.

Gingerly kneeling on your carpeted floor, Steve delicately seized one of your ankles, pinched tips toying with the leather straps; leisurely unclipping the sandals, he licked his bottom lip.

A wolf playing with its food, favoring the image of an anxious boy unwrapping his prize.

As his nimble fingers unlatched the straps off, steadily he tugged the sandal off, silently placing the shoe on the floor -- he repeated the exact action with the other foot.

Steve internally awed at your dainty feet, a small whine restrained by a tight-lip smirk. Hiking his clutch on your ankle, peppering modest kisses on the tips of your toes.

He couldn’t help but to worship you.

Hosting himself upward, tenderly repositioning your leg against the mattress.

Limbs spread eagle, your forearms perched above your dome like a mid-froze ballerina, the hem of your dress hiked up -- bundled, and wrinkled -- to your navel, exposing your lace thong.

A shuddering groan crawled up his throat,swallowing thickly, calloused fingers skate past the terrain of ankles to legs -- thumbs rubbing, savoring -- to waist, kneading slightly but only to flinch away.

Scared to break you, as if he’s too broken to handle your beauty properly. Steve grew the confidence within him, and quietly began removing your dress off your body.

His fingers sneak underneath the cotton dress, slipping it up towards your chin; clutching one arm to maneuver the short-end sleeve off.

A small groan vibrated in your throat, but you remained in a drunk slumber. Steve’s breath hitched, fearful for you to awaken with him hovering over you. To scare you off -- he just wants a taste.

To feel what’s his.

Presented before Steve was your bare essence; and he just wants to fall to your feet. All his sketches of your sleeping form doesn’t do justice, being able to view the entire masterpiece beyond hidden sketches.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.” He murmured, his lips foraging your chavlices.

You sleepily mumbled, a lazy smile curling just a bit. A lingering kiss on your hairline, Steve lowly hummed happily. Your bare breasts heave with your calm breathing, Steve littered your sheen skin with small kisses, a few kitten licks on your nipples -- the tip of his tongue swirling on the erected nubs.

Little whimpers, and moans swelled Steve’s cock. “My sweet little doll is so responsive … so sensitive.” Steve cooed. With much silent vigor, Steve unbuckled his pants, fumbling the fabric below his ass; just enough space to release his weeping cock.

His fingers hook your flimsy lace, tugging it by the side -- salivating at the mouth at your glistening mound. His thick fingers wrap around his cock, love taps by his swollen tip against your clit. You softly mewled in your sleep, a cute whine. Involuntarily your hips shifted, your body yearning for contact.

Steve tsked playfully at your impatience, “Even in your sleep, you need me.” Steadily Steve inserted himself inside your soft velvety walls, biting down on his lip to prevent a lew groan. He shivered internally, you feel heavenly.

Steve languidly thrusts, his fists crumpling your sheets underneath you. Slowly leaning half of his weight onto you, his light pants fanning on your face. Steve indents his elbow that was sunk just a bit in the mattress, trapping your head between himself.

“Isn’t this your dream, princess? Isn’t this what you’ve desperately wanted all this time?” Steve whispered in your ears, “Flirting with your Captain, naughty girl.” His fingers caressing your arms, soothing you back to a fluid state of sleep, a small loose smile adorning your face.

Licks his teeth, as he gently pushes his girth inside of you. Mumbled whines alert him, he shushes you, pecking little kisses on your cheeks while maintaining an agile insertion. Trembling slightly at the heavenly touch that is you, Steve hissed under his breath.

He preens as he finally is at a full brim. His pelvis against your vee, fully satiated between your thighs.

His heart pounding, snapping his hips slightly, your body jolts a bit underneath him. Steve’s chest tightens, as he pounds into you, the squelching wetness coating his cock.

His limbs twitches, struggling not to groan, or growl in pleasure. Steve’s head glides down to meet your heaving breasts, suckling onto the nipple.

Blinded by lust, he suckles, imagining it’s full of milk, a muffled grunt leaves him as he pictures you swollen with his child -- another on your hip. He rolls his hips, losing his control as the mellow pacing turns faster, more needy.

One day — one day, there will be a ring on your finger; and a litter of your own together. The Rogers — Mrs. Y/n Rogers; oh this is just beginning.

Eyes screwed shut, he keens to feel your rapid breathing spike, tremors shudder throughout your body. His golden hair is sweat slick against his forehead, a little pop from as he detaches himself.

Flickering the tip of his tongue against the nipple. Steve changes the angle of his cock, you jerk in your stupor, high-arch keen off the bed.

“That’s the sweet spot.” He hummed to himself. His voice scraped in a hush, “I can feel you tightening on me, doll.” It’s like a vice on his cock, blurry visions you dream -- his veiny cock pounding into you with no mercy.

“Steve …” You murmur, Steve leans more into you, a goofy grin of joy stretches on his face. “My sweet doll is dreaming of me. You can feel me.” Steve’s is over-joyed, his heart flutters, butterflies are rapid in his belly. You’re thinking of him. Pressing his chest against your breasts, “I’m going to cum, doll.”

Sneaky fingers snake itself between you both, rubbing your clit in circles, a breathy gasp escapes you.

“I love you.” Steve whimpers, painting your walls white -- not daring to let any ounce of cum escape. Biting his lips till it draws blood, preventing any roar.

His nose scrunches up, his muscles tighten. You exhaled, you slick dripping down Steve’s pants.

He kisses your lips gingerly, “Sweet dreams, doll.”

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kyouxa · 3 years

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shin Tsukinami (Story 09)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! If you enjoy these translations, please consider supporting me on ko-fi.

2020 Christmas Tweets

Shin: What’s with that face? Do you want to complain about my present or something? If you don’t want to get punished, why don’t you be obedient and accept it then? ...Though you’re not quite satisfied, I’d choose you over this any time.

Kino: I guess I did end up enjoying your Christmas meal and gifts, but don’t think this is the end of today already, okay? After all I saved all the enjoyment for the end, y’know. That’s why you should thoroughly prepare yourself for what you’ll receive.

Monologue

Kino-kun proposed a certain strategy to collect information about this place.

Which is why we started with searching through each and every mansion in order to find any possible clues.

After all, there’s only a church and three mansions on this land.

Now that I’m looking at it again, I’m certain those are all the places here—

I cannot help but feel as if there will be some problems in investigating this space though.

Place: Scarlet mansion — Living room

Yui: (This time we came to Reiji-san’s mansion instead… but I wonder if this is really okay…)

(We weren’t able to find anything so far, even though things are working out pretty good for us…)

Kino: Now, are we going to destroy something in here?

Yui: ….. !

Shin: You… didn’t I tell you not to break anything?

Kino: Ehh, did you?

Yui: (Yes, he did! He told you breaking stuff isn’t a resolution to anything!)

Kino: Maybe I misheard that, considering that I’m “searching” for clues after all.

Shin: Is that really true!?

Kino: C’mon, we have to continue searching.

You still want to know how to regain your brother’s memories after all, right?

Shin: Nn… yes, I do.

Yui: (Why can’t I actually get the feeling off that Kino-kun is totally fooling us here…)

(I wonder if it’s really possible to find any clues to regain anyone’s memories… ?)

(But for now I can’t think of any other way than trusting him…)

(Neither can I help myself but continue to worry about it though… for the time being, I should just keep searching…)

Kino: Now, how should I scare you this time — is what I’d never say. I’ll go start looking over here instead.

*Kino drops chessboard*

Yui: (Ah… the chessboard… Kino-kun moved it out of his way just now)

Kino: That’s right. There might be something hidden in the food rack.

Come this way, Shin! Let’s search there.

*Kino leaves*

Shin: Wait a second! Don’t move around on your own!

Yui: (I can’t believe he ended up throwing the pieces down… I guess I’ll have to restore the pieces on the chessboard for now)

Speaking of the chessboard…

(It’s sort of like the one I saw yesterday—)

Shin: Hey, Kino! He might end up tearing up the kitchen this time…

*Shin leaves*

Yui: (Ah, both of them kept moving. I should probably follow them)

Place: Scarlet mansion — Kitchen

Shin: This mansion even has one of the most spacious kitchens I’ve ever seen.

Kino, isn’t this a territory where we won't find anything? I personally don’t think they would hide anything in a place like this.

Kino: Hmm, you may be right.

But Reiji is the one in charge of this place most of the time, so he could’ve enough space to hide something here—

Ah, it’s locked. Guess it can’t be helped… I’ll probably have to break it. Ngh!

*Kino breaks cupboard*

Shin: Ahh! You did it again, what for though!?

Yui: (He ended up breaking the glass from the cupboard…)

Kino: We don’t have any time, so it’s quicker to do this, right?

Shin: No! There definitely must’ve been a different way, am I right!?

Kino: Hmm, this plate looks kinda expensive. It even has a golden pattern around… —Ngh!

*Kino breaks it*

Yui: Eh, Kino-kun!? Why did you break the plate all of the sudden now!?

Kino: Ah, my hand slipped.

Shin: Is that the only “logical” answer you came up with? I don’t think one’s hand slips carelessly after they yell out, does it!?

Kino: Ah! Maybe this will do?

Shin: Hey, listen to me already will you… aghh!?

*Kino drops something*

Yui: Eek! Kino-kun what kind of flavoring was that… !?

Ahem, Ahem, Hachoo...

(I got an itchy nose because of it now… !)

Kino: Sorry, sorry. The pepper slipped too.

Ah, that plate over there also seems as if it’s really expensive.

*Kino drops plate*

Kino: Alright! This might result in an effect of defeating the final boss.

Shin: Why would you comparatively aggressively break it then!? Furthermore, why did you choose something as expensive as that!?

Kino: Because, isn’t there a higher chance of having a certain sense of accomplishment when breaking it?

Shin: Are you dumb? You must be dumb. But are you really that dumb!?

Yui: Shin-kun, please calm down! If they end up hearing us, we'll have to run away immediately—

Reiji: What is clamorously going on here!? Is this once again Kino doing something...

...Nn! What I am seeing here, what has happened here… ?

Kino: Ah, big brother Reiji.

Shin: Ah, come on! We already really got discovered!

Reiji: When hearing the sound of a rat stepping in one’s house, it is expected to enter immediately after.

It appears as if my collection has been completely broken into pieces only, is that correct...?

Kino... why is it that you and those guys from Orange are in here to begin with… ?

Yui: Ah...

(Reiji-san… he seems to be really angry…)

Kino: Ahh, we already got caught. And here I thought I could rage a bit longer.

Shin: Why can you go on a riot, while you tell me to be all quiet though!?

Reiji: It is all messy now… and you will certainly not get away with this. You will have to pay those reparations with your life!!

Yui: W-We’re really sorry!! Shin-kun, we have to run!

Shin: Y-Yes!

Kino: It was fun destroying them. Thanks!

Shin: You, come on now!!

Place: Abandoned house — Inside

Yui: Just now Reiji-san had some really furious facial expressions...

Kino: That was such a great face though. I’m kinda disappointed I couldn’t take a picture of it.

Shin: You there...

Do you really have to make enemies each and every time like that!? You just want to do nothing but rage, don’t you!?

Kino: If you keep getting that angry, you won’t be able to get those wrinkles between your eyebrows away, y’know?

Shin: And because of whom is that… !?

Yui: Shin-kun, please calm down! And Kino-kun, stop acting so strange already too.

Kino: I guess if you get scolded by a princess, you have no choice but to follow, right?

Shin: Why is it that you can easily listen to what she says and not what I do… ?

Yui: Hey, calm down, okay? Come on, take a deep breath!

(Shin-kun seems to be absolutely overawed from Kino-kun…)

Kino: That’s right, I’ve got a classy present for the princess though.

Yui: ...Eh? For me?

Kino: Look, here. I borrowed those macarons Reiji-san made some time ago. Wanna eat them?

Yui: Those are Reiji-san’s macarons!? How and when did you steal them...

Shin: Are you okay with that though? You know that you definitely won’t be able to go back to that mansion now, right?

Kino: I think I have already told you before . I’ve got no need to go back to that mansion as long as I can stay with the two of you.

Here, Eve. Take whatever’s your favorite.

Yui: Eh, but… it’s something you brought with you as you pleased, right? I’d feel bad for Reiji-san if I did that...

Kino: It’s fine. Besides, if we don’t eat it now, it might start rotting. And that would be a waste at the end, right?

Yui: (He does have a point…)

Kino: I only brought them with me for you to begin with.

Yui: Kino-kun… thank you.

Shin: So this is just for Yui? What about me?

Kino: I know you’re not that hungry. Besides, you don’t like sweets anyway, do you?

Shin: ...Well, I guess you’re right.

Kino: It’s okay then.

Here, let’s eat them.

Yui: Eh, um...

(Ugh… guess I have to… even though I feel uncomfortable…)

Choices

1) Obey him (black)

2) Decline it (white)♡♡♡

— Obey him

Yui: ...Should I open my mouth then?

(It’s a little embarrassing, but Reiji-san’s macarons do seem quite charming, don’t they… ?)

Kino: Yes, Yes. Now, aaah.

*Shin grabs Kino’s hand*

Shin: Wait.

Yui: Eh?

Kino: Hm?

Shin: Nom

Yui: (Shin-kun took the macaron… and ate it…)

Shin: I had to eat it instead. You have no idea what might be inside there after all.

Kino: And you surely didn’t do that because you´re jealous or anything, right? You’re way too easy to understand, hehe.

Shin: Shut up.

And you shouldn’t accept someone to feed you so recklessly too.

Yui: I’m sorry.

Shin: This is the end of the foretaste. Alright, you can have the remnants.

— Decline it♡

Yui: It’s okay, I can eat it myself.

Kino: Ehh, there’s no need to restrain yourself.

Yui: I’m not restraining myself… I’m just telling you that I can eat it myself!

Kino: Hmm.

In other words, you especially want Shin to have that honour.

Yui: ...Nn

Kino: Both of you are really close after all

Then, what if I’d eat them all now though?

Yui: Ah.

Kino: Fufu, just kidding. Now, Shin.

Shin: Hah? Eh, what?

Kino: What you ask, it seems as if our princess here is trying to tell you to feed her, right?

Yui: Eh!? H-Hey, wait, Kino-kun!? I never even said a single word about that…!

Kino: Your face tells me differently though… haha. Aren’t you completely red right now?

Yui: ...Nn!

(Uhh… I’m so embarrassed, I wish I could disappear already…)

Shin: Kino, can you stop picking up on her already?

Kino: Fiiine.

Shin: Guess you should’ve said that from the beginning then.

Yui: I wasn’t able to… !

Shin: It’s okay, you can eat them now. Look, open your mouth.

Yui: (Shin-kun’s hand is getting closer…)

Shin: ...Nn, your facial expressions are really erratic!

end Choices

Yui: Nom!

(He stuck it in my mouth all of the sudden!?)

Kino: Fufu, seems as if you surprised her.

Shin isn’t the most upfront about his feelings either, hm?

Shin: You’re being so noisy each and every time!

Yui: Nn… hm! That was delicious… !

(Ruki-kun’s food was really delicious, but Reiji-san’s food is also truly amazing...)

Kino: Ahh, it’s stuck around your mouth because you suddenly were fed with it without warning, right?

Yui: Eh!

Kino: C’mon, stay still.

Yui: Ehh!?

(He wiped my mouth… and his face is so close…)

Kino: Your lips are quite soft, y’know?

Yui: ...Nn!!

Kino: Ouch.

Shin: Hey, get away!

Yui: Shin-kun…

(That really surprised me…)

Shin: Good grief, didn’t I tell you to get your behavior together already… ?

I’m not allowing you to touch Yui in any way whatsoever.

Kino: Oh no, I’m trembling already.

Shin: ...If someone else were to touch what belongs to you, you’d obviously get angry as well.

Kino: Fufu, maybe. But to me, you seem to be really nervous about something else instead, am I right?

Shin: Hah?

Kino: You should already know that yourself, but Violet is the only mansion left now. And we’ll raid that one tomorrow.

Shin: ...Nn!

Yui: (Violet’s mansion, huh? So that means…)

Kino: Yeah, that’s the mansion where your brother, Carla, is in. And because of that you’ve been acting all irritated, am I right?

Shin: That’s not particularly the case though. I only felt like that because you started touching her. That’s about it.

Kino: Hmm.

Shin: If you like, I can get you to understand my strength? Even if I forgot things at the beginning, I’m still a founder.

Kino: Yes, Yes. Cut it with the grim face already. In the meantime I’ll head outside for a moment to cool down my head then.

*Kino leaves*

Shin: Haa...

Yui: Shin-kun?

Shin: Hey, you...

Yui: Eh?

*Shin pushes Yui over*

Yui: Kyaa!?

Shin-kun? What is it?

Shin: What a mess that was. What was that about earlier?

Yui: Earlier, you say… ?

Shin: Are you pretending to not know now? Or is it just that you want to make me angry on purpose?

Yui: That’s not true… !

Shin: Hmm. —But didn’t you feel happy when being approached by Kino?

Yui: I was not happy… !

Shin: Here...

Yui: (—He’s touching my lips)

Shin: They were touched without my permission. I’ll have to disinfect them, Nn...

Yui: Eh!? Wait, hmm… !

Shin: Nn, haa… hey, don’t let any other men, except me, touch you as carelessly as that ever again.

There is no such thing as me allowing that to happen once more.

Yui: Yes... I’m really sorry ...

(—Seems as if he got jealous because of that… I feel guilty for making him feel like that… but I also feel my heart beating faster)

Shin: It’s no good if you have contact with a stingy person like that.

Yui: I know. I’ll only keep them to Shin-kun now.

(To be honest, I secretly really wish for him to embrace me closely now…)

Shin: What? Why are you suddenly clinging onto me?

Yui: Because I want you to believe in what I said.

(Ah… Shin-kun tightly hugged me back…)

Shin: You’re so fragile… I feel as if I’d hug you tightly, you’d end up dying.

Yui: That’s not true. I won’t die because of that.

Shin: Promise me you won’t. I wouldn’t want to see you dying because of me like that.

Yui: I promise.

(Was that… my anxiety talking? That might be because of the various things that happened so far...)

—Even if you’ll hug me all tightly, I promise I won’t die...

(I want you to hug me even stronger — Because like this I could feel Shin-kun’s heartbeat even closer…)

Shin: ...Perhaps just hugging you won’t stop me feeling grieved.

Yui: Eh?

Shin: I want you to give me your blood...

Yui: Ah...

(Shin-kun’s fangs are already at the edge of my neck…)

Shin: Nn… Hmm...

Yui: (Hmm… my body feels somewhat hot now… but the feeling is not too bad… I guess…)

Hmm, Ah… Nn—

(Oh god, I think I let my voice out… But—)

Shin: ...Say, did your self-control fail and led you to put out your voice?

Yui: ...T-That was… because I’m embarrassed...

Shin: If you can’t endure it, then let me hear your voice more

Yui: ...Nn

Shin: Let only me hear that seductive voice you can make.

Haa… Nn… Nn...

Yui: Ah… Ahh…

Shin: Nn… yes… like that...

Yui: Ah… Nn...

Shin: Ngh… all I can smell is that delicious blood of yours… Hmm… !

Yui: ...Nn

(All Shin-kun does right now is making my head feel all hot… and that does make me feel a little pained…)

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