hi u are very nice and i am glad were moots and i found ur acc i am goin to bed but i hope u have an amazing day and uhhhhh look at lots of sans x sans art lawl

(that pic of the two hands grasping cause i also love sansXsans)

Thank u :))

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Among the Red Lights

Zoro x FemReader

SADDNESS + ANGST

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Angst, Sex Workers

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Amidst the vibrant chaos of the red light district, Zoro's sharp eyes scanned around for a bar not wanting to stray far from the group either- especially with Usopp so close to watch him.

The swordsman who wasn't amused at him and the crew needing to travel through the district of this particular village, however he didn't complain nor judge. Simply annoyed at it all- Mainly Sanji damn near drooling the whole time.

Glancing around, seeing if anything caught his eye he stopped mid step..

There sitting on the balcony of a Oiran was a women, he could see the red of the lanters bathing her form and how the moon haloed around her delicately painted face, he couldn't help but stare in awe. While a time in this district wasn't what he wanted, he could appreciate her. That was till more light hit her face and details began to be shown- his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to the building.

Discerned the figure that stirred both recognition and warmth in his chest. There, dressed in the exquisite garments of a Oiran, was (Y/N) – an old acquaintance from a time when dreams were still untainted by the harsh realities of life. Remembering training with her in his youth and finding her skills as elegant and graceful as a dance.

As he approached, memories of shared laughter and innocence flooded Zoro's mind, contrasting sharply with the sight before him. Usopp went to stop him, till he saw his gaze up at the women on the brothel balcony.

"(Y/N)," he called out, his voice cutting through the lively ambiance, as if a spell was being broken at his words.

Her eyes painted in kohl and red met his, revealing a mix of surprise and a tirdness that hadn't been there before, having not heard her own true name in many years.

"Roronoa-san," (Y/N) acknowledged eyes widening at him being there, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken stories. The elegant attire adorned her, yet failed to conceal her form underneath with some Beri they were ment to be easy to peel off like paper- something that made Zoro's heart feel heavy and uneasy.

A heavy silence hung between them before Zoro mustered the courage to speak, his concern evident. "Is that really you? What happened to you?"

She sighed, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. "Yes, it's me. Life took unexpected turns, and this is where I've ended up. It's not what I envisioned either." She admitted, looking down at herself from her seat on the balcony.

Zoro's gaze remained intense as his mind raced, "You don't have to live like this. Come down, we can find a different path – a better one."

(Y/N)'s eyes, a mix of gratitude and kindness, met his. "My choices led me here, Zoro. I appreciate your care, but.. it is far too late for me, my path I walk on my own even if it's different from what we once dreamed."

"Then we can buy your freedom" He argued, anger starting to build in his chest.

"My price is too much for any one man to Buy-" She continued but Zoro glared up at her, an anger he thought he had once grown out of coming out of him.

"What can they possibly have that makes you sell yourself!- staying in this hell hole and letting all those use you! You were a great swordswoman! Not some some-!" He yelled up at her, Waving around at the brothels that surrounded him.

"Prostitute?" She finished, watching the way he winced at her words.

(Y/N) smiling down at her robes sadly, messing with the fabric of her dress for a moment. "My child Zoro.. They have my child"

Silence filled the air after that, Zoro looking to the side as the weight of her words settled on his frame.

"Your?-.. Child?"

She nodded softly at his confirming words, taking a heavy breath.

"He was sick... Sick with a illness no one could afford.. So I did everything I could to afford it. So now, this is now I pay my debt. This is but a small price, for his life"

Zoro stared at the ground he stood on. His head bowed in shame at his anger towards her-

"I understand..." Zoro said softly, looking away from her in saddness. (Y/N) giving a sad smile, before reaching around her neck to pull something from her necklace.

"Here-"

Plucking one of the last remaining fragments from a life she once desired. She tossed it down to him, his hands quick to catch it- Staring down at the small gold pendant, he recognized it well. It was the symbol of the Dojo they had grown up in, it was gifted to each of them on their 12th birthdays.

"Bring it with you Zoro... So a small peice of me may explore and experience the adventures I dreamed of with you"

The swordman nodded at her, clutching the pendant close to his chest as he stared up at her form basking in the moonlight.

"I refuse to forget you.. I'll come back one day to rescue. So we can explore this world together"

Zoro declaired as he backed away, Usopp who had witnessed it all leading the swordsman away from (Y/N) who looked up to the moon the last bit of freedom in her life as tears rolled down her painted cheeks.

"Mourn me instead.. For I truly died long ago and there is nothing left to rescue except my legacy"

Robin and the Stray (Part 2)

Dick Grayson x Kyle!reader

warnings: blood n death ment and urge to puke teehee

a/n:

prompt:

part 1

Joining the Titans wasn’t exactly something you had in mind. The Titans were all kind-hearted heroic-types with these clear cut motives and tragic or powerful backstories that drove them to do good. You were here for two reasons: Dick moved to the other side of the country and you were being “rehabilitated” from your kleptomanic ways while Selina was serving a short sentence.

It felt awkward being in their presence, every glance felt like a glare. They must be thinking how dare y/n stand and fight beside us, theyre nothing but a common criminal, a petty thief, we can’t trust them. Dick had always assured you that they didn’t think less of you, but when anything was misplaced they always seemed to look to you for an answer.

You and Dick had been together for a few years now, and not all of those years were you a cat burglar. Maybe here and there, mostly for kicks or just to prove you still had it in you. Sometimes just to mess with Dick and Bruce. But Dick never stopped trusting you, he found it amusing more than anything and you grew to love each other deeply. Nothing could change that.

You were already sort of a vigilante before you were inducted into the Titans, usually sticking to the lower levels of Gotham and helping women steal their purses back or a kid who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Stuff like that. Unless, you know, Batman and Robin needed a hand.

As far as the Titans went, you were genuinely happy in San Francisco. It was a nice change of scenery after growing up in dark and gloomy Gotham. Dick felt free without Bruce standing by, doing what he could to make you feel comfortable here. Taking you on dates to new restaurants and going to beaches on your days off became a regular thing, something to make you forget you felt like you didn’t belong.

You had your own room, which was a nice change considering you and Selina typically shared or one of you slept on the couch or somewhere else depending on the night. Although, you spent most of your time in Dick’s room, it was hard to sleep alone most nights, he was like home to you. He’d mindlessly play with your hair and rubbed you back to ease your worried mind. He kept you sane.

But missions were different in so many ways. You had each other’s backs, sure, but you knew well enough that the two of you were more than capable of handling yourselves. Years of fighting against each other and beside each other made the team observer you two in awe, your fluid teamwork was incredible. To you, it was just another day.

“You okay?” Dick asked with your cheeks in his hands, looking down at you with a wet washcloth pressed between your cheek and his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re concussed, I’ll have to stay up all night with you.” You both chuckled weakly.

“I’m fine, just wiped from the past few nights.” You sighed as he wiped grime and blood from your face. You winced when he brushed against just below your eyelid where a bruise was budding. “I really got my ass beat tonight, huh?”

“We all did.” Dick wiped stray hairs from your forehead. “You seemed distracted, though. Thinking of me?”

“Gotham. Just homesick.” You told him and he kissed your forehead and continued you clean your wounds. He was pretty banged up, too, but he could tell you needed some TLC. “I love it here, but you know. I miss all that stuff. I miss Selina. I miss my cats. I miss Commissioner Gordon giving me shit for stealing and then helping him. I miss Bruce giving us lectures about staying focused. I miss Alfred trying to give us ‘The Talk.’” You rambled on while Dick nodded along, and your dull laughter caused another wince as you realized you maybhave a bruised or broken rib. “I miss you sometimes.”

“I’m right here.” He told you.

“Will you always be?” You asked.

“If all goes well.” He pulled out some bandages.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You continued to question.

“It means I don’t know the future and I won’t promise something I might not be able to control.” Dick explained in his smart-ass way. “It’s just the job, y/n. You know I love you.”

“I know you love the job.” You said tilting your head down and eyes up before he picked your chin back up.

“I don’t.” He replied.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Your sigh left his stomach slightly drop and you slid down off the table you were perched on. “I have to get a quick shower in, I’ll be back.” You trotted off the the bathroom to do so and left Dick alone with his thoughts, which you might have sparked something in him at this time. Unbeknownst to the two of you and the rest of the team, your lives were about to b me turned upside down in the worst of ways when Deathstroke entered your lives.

Your head was spinning at the time you heard the news of Garth’s passing. You fell into Dick’s arms and he held you so tightly. You felt as if you might puke and the rest of the team was right with you. Any barrier keeping you and them was broken down, there was no more tension or fear that kept you from getting close, the grief brought you all together.

It was Donna who apologized to you first, letting you know your worries were not that far off and there was a lot of distrust in you, but they moved on from it. It was the load off you needed after this tragedy. And Dick felt guilty he put you in that position, started blaming himself for so many things. You’d thought he’d get distant in all this anguish, but he wouldn’t let you go. He held on tight and began to worry for you more than usual, which worried you greatly. And it sucked because after all that happened with the Titans, you two had no choice but to go home.

“It’s what you wanted, right?” He asked you on the plane ride home, sitting across from each other on Bruce’s private jet.

“Not like this,” you stared out the window, picking at the seams of your jeans, “I just started feeling like I belonged. Now I’m leaving a place that felt like paradise. I really did love it there.”

“We can go other places. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” Dick leaned forward and grabbed your hand. “I hate this, too. I love you, though. Wherever you go, I’ll go. It’s fine.” You closed your eyes and nodded.

“For now we’re going home.”

And you were home and it was dull and lifeless and you felt all the joy you had slip away as you fell back into old habits. Started to realize you stole because you were bored, you roamed the same streets and rooftops over and over because it was just what you did, you laod around all day and played with the cats but nothing was ever different. Not even when there was some huge debacle with a villain that belonged in Arkham Asylum. Not Two-Face or Riddler or Joker or Mr. Freeze or whoever’s weekly turn it was to enact a failure-destined plan to take over Gotham or kill Batman. It was all the same.

You sat on the same ledges and ate the same Pizza with Dick. You had meals at Wayne Manor with Bruce and Dick, a spot reserved for the late Alfred was an unfortunate change and maybe the only one. Bruce was paying your rent, offering you a bigger place or maybe one for you and Dick to share, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to it. It already felt like you were taking advantage of him.

Don’t get me wrong, you loved Dick with all your heart, but he was off, too. It was obvious he fell back into his old ways. And something about it made it obvious he’d grown too fond of his life as a Titan. The independence and emancipation from Batman, where he called the shots and could do nice things with and for you. Maybe the guilt set in after another year or two or three. Because one day you were fine and the next, it was over. You looked back and realized that that promise you wanted him to make was never going to be fulfilled because he never felt secure himself. But that was his problem now, you would have helped if he’d let you.

It was awkward seeing each other in passing. After all, neither of you gave up your vigilantism. But avoidance was key. It was only a matter of time before he decided Gotham was too small for him now. You heard he’d moved to Detroit, good for him. You hoped he’d moved on and was doing well, you sure weren’t getting there anytime soon.

Then one day a few weeks later, you heard your phone ringing. Blocked Caller. You stared at the screen for a few moments grabbing the phone and holding it for a few more before you pressed the answer button. You put the phone to your ear but said nothing.

“Y/N? Y/N, it’s me. I need your help. I just—I need you.”

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Blanket (p.sh x reader)

Summary: You give your blanket to your bias in Ateez

Word Count: 1,944

a/n: I had this cute idea and it could potentially be turned into a full fic, if you want it to be. I just had this cute little blurb to share to see if anyone would actually be interested! Thank you for reading!

A cold breeze blew through the streets, causing everyone around you to shiver, and you swore you could hear teeth chattering from your friend group. 

“Why did you bring that god forsaken blanket?” Your best friend looked at you in embarrassment. Her arms crossed in front of herself to help the cold that was seeping in. 

You had the blanket wrapped around you, shielding you from the chilly air. You clutched it closer to you and pouted. 

“I’m sorry, but it seems to me as though I’m nice and warm while you’re over there shivering.” Your friend stood there in her skimpy Deja Vu inspired outfit.

“Hey man. Tits out for San.” 

You snorted. “It’s not my fault you want San to look at your tits.”

“Okay but you’re in Hala Hala. You have pants and a jacket!”

You raised your eyebrow at her. “Your point being?”

“Give me your jacket.”

“No.”

She pouted at you. “Please? You have your cursed Seonghwa blanket already!”

You rolled your eyes as cheering came from the line in front of you. They had started the scanning of bags and metal detectors to finally let you into the venue. 

“Look. We’re about to be inside. Stop complaining. I’ll leave the blanket with Jisu since she has seats since it’s that embarrassing.”

“Oh.” Jisu turned to look at you. “Yeah. I don’t have seated tickets today. That’s tomorrow.” She gave you a small smile. 

“Looks like you’re stuck with me and it then Brynn.”

You turned around and moved in the line, Brynn sticking her tongue out at your back.

The beginning of the concert was hype, and you found yourself holding the blanket out while screaming for Seonghwa, hoping he would see it and you could make him smile. 

Towards the end of the show, when Ateez was about to do their last few songs, he finally saw you. He gestured to your hands and you held up the blanket to show the man on stage. He leaned down to get a better look. It was a photo of him, wearing glasses and peeking around a beige door, just his face and neck visible. He laughed, the smile making his eyes sparkle. You gestured towards him, holding out the blanket to him, telling him to take it. 

His eyes widened as he moved, his eyebrows going into his hairline as if to say “are you sure?” 

You nodded again and bunched it up, and then threw it at him. He caught it, and immediately wrapped it around his neck, acting like a superhero. He ran around the stage and catwalk, one arm outstretched like Superman. It was his favorite thing in the world now. The smile on his face was one of pure, genuine happiness, and his eyes were filled with excitement. 

The other members watched him in confusion at first during the interaction, and when they realized what had happened and what picture was on the blanket, they interrupted their ments to comment on it. Wooyoung was laughing so hard, San had to hold him up.

“Hyung” San said through his fits of giggles. “What is that?” 

The cameras panned over to Seonghwa, who held his mic up. “Atiny gave it to me!” He was so giddy. Almost like a child on Christmas morning. 

“I want one!” Wooyoung screamed from his spot on the floor, where San had dropped him. “Which Atiny?”

Seonghwa shook his head and wiggled his finger with a smirk towards Wooyoung. “Not telling. They’re my Atiny now.”

This caused a riot as Wooyoung stood up to rush at Seonghwa, but a staff member ran onto the stage to stop the chaos and get the concert back on track. You couldn’t hear it, but you could tell by the body movements that Seonghwa was getting scolded. You saw him pout and reach to his neck to untie the blanket. Before handing it to the staff member, he held it up, showing off the slightly terrifying photo of himself. The crowd cheered as the cameras panNed to it.

He held it proudly for a moment before handing it to the staff member and bowing as they ran off.

“Alright Atiny! Let’s get back to it!” Hongjoong said into his mic, distracting the crowd once again and he started the concert back up. 

You looked over at your friend. Her mouth was open in shock and you sent her a smirk. Knowing full well that only a few hours ago she was making fun of you for it. 

“Did that actually happen?” She yelled into your ear as Guerilla started to play and Hongjoong started his rap. 

You smiled at her, a slight blush on your cheeks. “Yeah” you smiled, giddy at what just happened. “Yeah I guess it did.”

The rest of the concert went by in a blur. You were pretty sure you blacked out during most of it. The thought of Seonghwa taking your blanket from you still on your mind as you made your way back to your hotel with your friends. 

A notification popped up on your phone as you entered the modest hotel lobby. Ateez had gone live in their hotel room, all eight of them crowded on a bed and tiny couch. Wooyoung sitting almost on Sans lap showed in the video preview as you sleepily walked to your room. 

Your friends followed you into the room, and one pulled out their laptop. “I saw Ateez was live. Do we wanna watch?”

A chorus of sleepy yeses sounded through the room as people started to get out of their clothes and makeup, listening to the chaos of eight men in the background. 

“Hey, Y/N” your friend with the laptop said. “Hwa still has your blanket.” They turned the screen towards you, and your sleepy eyes shot open and you rushed to get a closer look. 

There he was. The beautiful blonde man who took your blanket of him today, sitting with it securely wrapped around him.

“I figured that he or the staff would’ve throw it away.” Your eyes wide as Seonghwa faced the camera. You felt like he was looking into your soul. 

“To the Atiny who gave me this blanket, thank you. It will always be with me.” He smiled softly and stroked the soft fabric. A blush crept up your neck at his admission.

Wooyoung decided then to be a menace and he yanked the blanket away from Seonghwa and yelled something in Korean. Based on his tone, he was teasing his elder, and by the look Seonghwa had, he was annoyed. 

Seonghwa reached for the blanket and Wooyoung threw it to the other side of the room. San, never one to say no to teasing his hyungs, caught it and tied it around his neck. 

The live turned into chaos.

Seonghwa stood, directly in the middle between Wooyoung and San. He turned his head and leveled both men with a glare as he held his hand out, gesturing to give him back the blanket.

Seonghwa took a few step towards San, who then threw the blanket back to Wooyoung. Playing keep-away was their favorite things to do.

“Wooyoung. Give. Me. The. Blanket.” 

Wooyoung gave Seonghwa a cheeky smile and stuck out his tongue. “No.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and stood there, just staring at Wooyoung, annoyance in his eyes. “Please can I have my blanket back?”

“Aww hyung, you even asked nicely!” Wooyoung mocked him. “Fine.” He pouted, and held his arm out with the bundled up blanket. 

“Thank you,” Seonghwa said sarcastically, and started walking towards his younger. Once he got a few steps away, Wooyoung threw the blanket back to San, who hopped and caught it. Giggling the whole time. 

“I’m going to kill you,” Seonghwa playfully said, lunging towards Wooyoung. He tackled Woo onto the couch, San now pouting that he wasn’t being given attention. 

“Damn,” Brynn said, watching it all unfold. “He’s really serious about that blanket.” She sounded slightly envious.

“Looks like it,” you giggle. Inside you were giddy that your bias was so protective over something you gave him.

San had successfully evaded his elder and tied the blanket around his neck, like Seonghwa had done when you gave it to him. Seonghwa just watched him, looking slightly defeated. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at Hongjoong.

Words were exchanged and you saw Hongjoong stand up and try to stop Woosan from teasing Seonghwa any more. Voices who seemed like it belonged to the staff could be heard from behind the camera as well.

You saw a hand come out from behind the camera and point to Yeosang, who had curled up more on the couch to stay away from the chaos that is WooSanHwa.

Yeosang sighed and stood up next to Hongjoong. One went for San and the other went for Wooyoung, trying to get them to calm down. San and Wooyoung exchanged looks, and ran out of the room. Screaming could be heard from down the hall. A loud crash had you wincing.

Everything went quiet. Yunho and Mingi looked at each other, then the staff, and the live suddenly cut off. You and your friend looked at each other in disbelief, before erupting into giggles. 

“What did I just do?” You struggled to get out before being overcome with laughter once again.

“Cause Seonghwa to deal with the menace that is WooSan.” Jisu said, peeking over your shoulder at the screen.

“I guess you’re right,” you giggled again, and ran your makeup wipe over your face. “I wonder if he’ll remember me tomorrow. We do have soundcheck.”

“If he does, I’ll eat my San collection.”

You gasped, “Noooo Brynn, not your precious San collection!” 

“Yeah yeah yeah. Shut up. You look like a raccoon.” She shoved her pillow in your face and you just laughed. 

“Be prepared to eat your collection tomorrow. I hear photocards go well with milk.” 

She laughed again. “Go get ready for bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” 

“Yes, your highness.” You bowed to her, and she threw another pillow at you. You laughed again as you easily dodged it and went to lock yourself in the bathroom. 

Running your makeup wipe over your face, you started to daydream about Seonghwa and what will happen at soundcheck. If he’ll remember you. Maybe you can even find out what happened after the live ended. You hoped WooSan won’t know that it was you who gave Seonghwa the blanket. You know you’d get harassed with teasing looks and movements in your direction. 

You sighed and turned the faucet on, splashing water on your face to wash away your delusional thoughts for the night. Drying your face, you unlocked the door and walked into a pitch black room. Jisu and Brynn both already passed out, one of them snoring loudly.

You giggled and crawled into bed between the two girls. Your phone buzzing on the nightstand, showing a Universe notification. Seonghwa had messaged, and you waited a second for the translation. 

Seonghwa: the blanket is okay. 

You giggled, watching as more messages popped into chat. 

Seonghwa: thank you atiny for coming out tonight. 

Seonghwa: I love you. Let’s have a good show tomorrow.

Seonghwa: have a good night ❤️

Seonghwa: I’ll see you tomorrow

You giggled and sighed in happiness. Typing out a quick reply before turning your phone on sleep mode. You smiled, cuddling into the warmth of Brynn and closed your eyes. Your message still on your mind. You hope he saw it and knew it was you. 

I’ll see you tomorrow Hwa. Hopefully the blanket is safe.

RED 🫦🔥 (Parte 1/Part 1) (+18)

Characters: Choi San x Reader Genre: Erotic/Romance Warnings: Contains explicit content, inappropriate language, not recommended for minors. Rating: 18+ This fanfic is fictional, and is not intended to harm the artist, it's just for fun. I hope you like it and I hope I don't offend anyone.

Era isso que ele queria.

Ouvir eu gritar o nome dele enquanto ele me comia com vontade.

Ouvir meus gemidos enquanto ele segurava meu pescoço deixando as marcas dos dedos dele.

Se eu soubesse que isso daria tanto prazer pra ele, eu teria aceitado muito antes ir pra cama com Choi San.

Mas isso é só uma parte da história…

Quando aquele cara de roupa social bateu na porta da sala, onde eu estava fazia meia hora tentando explicar porquê aquela empresa devia me contrata, e pediu licença pra entra, eu pensei:

-"Pode ser que eu não receba o esperado, mas se eu for contratada, pelo menos terei um colírio pros olhos todos os dias". Admirando aquele moreno bonito que se curvava na mesa pra entrega um documento pro cara que me entrevistava. -"Obrigado San. Eu já envio pro setor da produção".

-"Oi San, você vem sempre aqui?". Claro que isso foi a apenas a minha mente falando, quando ele se virou em direção a porta e passo do lado da minha cadeira me dando um sorriso leve dizendo "bom dia". Retornei o "bom dia" e o sorriso, e voltei pra minha tentativa de conseguir um novo emprego depois de quase 9 meses mofando em casa depois de ter pedido demissão do meu último emprego. Eu admito que preciso bastante desse emprego, pois no momento tudo que tenho é um apê que mal consigo paga, um pouco de dinheiro no banco e uma mãe que me liga todo santo dia perguntando se eu achei um novo emprego. Então usei todas as minhas habilidades de convencimento para ver se o diretor olha para o meu currículo, que não é tão ruim, já que eu sempre fui uma ótima e criativa designer de móveis.

-"Seu currículo é ótimo, na verdade eu conheci uns móveis que vocês elaboraram na última mostra de mobilidade futurista. Você era da LD Planejados?"

-"Sim, fizemos peças maravilhosas pra mostra, muitas foram até mesmo usadas num evento internacional depois."

"Incrível! Não quero ser indiscreto, mas porquê você saiu da LD?" - "O MEU CHEFE ERA UM CUZÃO!". Óbvio que não falei isso! Mas minha vontade era fala como eu me dediquei aquele empresa pra no final eles roubarem todas as minhas ideias e nunca me pagarem o que deviam.

"Eu senti que meu trabalho não era valorizado, então decidi busca outro lugar pra leva minhas ideias".

"Bom, então encontrou! Bem vinda a AX Mobiliários, Milenna!"

"OH GLÓRIA!" que na verdade saiu da minha boca como "Obrigado, que possamos fazer um ótimo trabalho juntos!". "E iremos. Vou te mostrar a empresa, e assim que você levar seus documentos no RH e eles liberarem, você já pode começa". Levantamos, apertamos as mãos, e saímos da sala pra conhece o lugar onde eu vou passar metade do meu dia sentada na frente de um computador e uma prancheta de desenho. Não precisei anda muito pra de longe reconhece Choi San do outro lado das mesas no setor de criação, concentrado no trabalho, com uma mecha do cabelo caindo sobre a testa e uma sobrancelha erguida. "Ótimo, seremos colegas!" pensei enquanto o diretor tagalerava sobre os espaços, setores, como a empresa priorizava pelo bem estar, etc… "Bom, temos este espaço livre, mas caso você preferir outra mesa podemos verificar a disponibilidade" "Acho que está ótimo! Obrigado". Claro que tava ótimo, pois eu acabei de descobrir que vou trabalha do lado de Choi San, vulgo colírio dos meus olhos.

Continua...

*Gente espero que gostem, tá liberado dá rt e comenta, sintam-se a vontade pra dizer se curtiram ou não, eu gosto bastante de escreve e espero consegui finaliza ela direitinho. Caso tenham ideias ou quiserem que eu escreva alguma de algum outro membro é só comentar.*

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ENGLISH VERSION:

That's what he wanted.

Hearing me scream his name as he ate me willingly.

Hearing my moans as he held my neck leaving the marks of his fingers.

If I had known that it would give him so much pleasure, I would have accepted it long before going to bed with Choi San.

But that's only part of the story…

When that guy in the social suit knocked on the door of the living room, where I had been for half an hour trying to explain why that company should hire me, and excused himself to come in, I thought:

"I may not get what I expect, but if I'm hired, at least I'll have eye candy every day." Admiring that handsome brunette who bent over the table to hand a document to the guy interviewing me. "Thank you San. I already send it to the production sector."

"Hi San, do you always come here?" Of course that was just my mind talking as he turned towards the door and walked over to the side of my chair giving me a slight smile and saying "good morning". I returned the "good morning" and the smile, and went back to my attempt to get a new job after almost 9 months of moldering at home after quitting my last job.

I admit that I need this job a lot, because at the moment all I have is an apartment that I can barely afford, a little money in the bank and a mother who calls me every day asking if I found a new job. So I used all my convincing skills to see if the director looks at my resume, which isn't too bad since I've always been a great and creative furniture designer.

-"Your resume is great, in fact I met some furniture that you elaborated in the last show of futuristic mobility. Were you from LD Planned?"

"Yes, we made wonderful pieces for the show, many were even used at an international event afterwards."

"Awesome! I don't want to be indiscreet, but why did you leave LD?" "MY BOSS WAS AN ASSHOLE!" Obviously I didn't say that! But my desire was to talk about how I dedicated myself to that company so that in the end they stole all my ideas and never paid me what they owed.

"I felt that my work was not valued, so I decided to look for another place to take my ideas."

"Well, then you found it! Welcome to AX Furniture, Milenna!"

"OH GLORY!" which actually came out of my mouth as "Thank you, that we can do a great job together!" "And we will. I'll show you the company, and as soon as you take your documents to HR and they release it, you can start it." We get up, shake hands, and leave the room to see where I'm going to spend half my day sitting in front of a computer and a drawing board.

I didn't have to walk far away Choi San recognizes on the other side of the tables in the creative sector, focused on work, with a lock of hair falling over his forehead and an eyebrow raised. "Great, we'll be colleagues!" I thought as the director talked about the spaces, sectors, how the company prioritized well-being, etc…

"Well, we have this free space, but if you prefer another table we can check availability" "I think it's great! Thank you." Of course it was great, because I just found out that I'm going to work on Choi San's side, aka eye candy.

Continues…

*People hope you like, it's released gives rt and comments, feel free to say if you liked it or not, I really like writing and I hope I could finish it right.*

PARTE 2 / PART2: https://www.tumblr.com/princesssdark88/746346445344555008/red-parte-2part-2-18?source=share

May I request a S/O who believes Eddie is her soulmate as well, he's just like

Eddie: we're just ment to be, angel 😇

S/O: Heck yeah we are love heart 😍

A/N: So not me 🥰 bit of a shorter hc but got another long imagine coming up!! Request any more yandere riddler scenarios for me to play with, I’m living for it bestiesss 😁

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Clingy, obsessive relationship goals 💚

• It’s honestly kind of a relief and reassurance to Edward that you accept his obsessive, crazy love without him having to ‘prove himself’ by dramatic and passionate means - you already realise! You feel it too! What better sign than that?

• He loves hearing you say it back to him, like “We’re completely made for each other, aren’t we, Eddie??” “Y-yes, we are, angel, I-“ and then he proceeds to ramble on 😂

• You both have the most obsessive and deeply loving relationship ever, Eddie probably was close to tears the first few times you agreed and encouraged him to tell you about being soulmates and how you’re his angel and he’s your enigma 😍

• No one can tell either of you otherwise - Edward will just turn his nose up and be like “They’re just jealous, scum like these could never experience such a beautiful connection like ours 😊”

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Louis Caravaque (1684-1754) RETRATO DE TSESAREVNA ANNA PETROVNA 1725 Tamaño - 91,2 x 73,4 Material - lona Técnica - óleo Número de inventario - Inv.15157 Recibido del Museo de Artes Decorativas. 1925

El retrato de la hija mayor de Pedro el Grande Tsesarevna Anna Petrovna (1708-1728) fue pintado con motivo de su matrimonio con el duque de Holstein-Gottorp. El propósito del lienzo predeterminó su estructura figurativa, llena de grandeza y solemnidad. A pesar de la sección de la cintura de la figura, el retrato tiene todos los signos de un lienzo frontal. El artista utiliza una composición estática y equilibrada con una línea de horizonte alta, lo que permite que el modelo mire al espectador. Gracias a esta técnica se crea una imagen llena de dignidad y superioridad social. Una figura estática corresponde a una mirada congelada y una expresión facial fría, creando una distancia infranqueable entre el espectador y la heroína del retrato. El estatus de la modelo se destaca por un manto dorado forrado con piel de armiño, una diadema de piedras preciosas y un vestido de gala de brocado plateado, encima de los cuales se escriben desafiantes los signos de la Orden de Santa Catalina. Se ha conservado una descripción de la boda de la princesa y el duque en la Iglesia de la Santísima Trinidad en San Petersburgo, que tuvo lugar el 21 de mayo de 1725. También se menciona el momento en que Anna Petrovna recibió la orden: con un lazo rojo, que, en primer lugar, Su Majestad Imperial se dignó llevar.

A pesar de la naturaleza oficial de la imagen, el maestro transmite con precisión la apariencia de la princesa. Según los contemporáneos, era muy similar a su padre "tanto en rostro como en carácter", tenía cabello y cejas oscuras. Todos coincidieron en la belleza externa de Anna Petrovna, que se combinó con una disposición cortés y afable, una mente penetrante y una educación excelente.

Información e imagen de la web de la Galería Tretyakov.

if it isn't real, why does the sun still burn?

CHAPTER ONE: Rise and Shine CHAPTER TWO: i guess its all up to me now CHAPTER THREE: Predictably, everything gets worse CHAPTER FOUR: good morning CHAPTER FIVE: Something to eat CHAPTER SIX: a start the links for chapter seven and eight are busted on tumblr. please read on AO3 CHAPTER NINE: Visitation Rights

Komaeda Nagito x Talentless!Reader

Summary : Like most people visiting this tag. You have always dreamed of meeting Nagito Komaeda for real, what you would do, what you would say? Things don’t go as planned.

AKA: Reader from our universe ends up in danganronpa and is just trying her best to keep everyone alive. and maybe to make komaeda kiss her.

Contains: she/her pronouns, EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT, panic attack ment read on AO3

Komaeda looks very peaceful when he’s asleep. 

You probably should be sleeping yourself instead of watching, but despite your exhaustion from the previous day spent stressing about things to come, sleep just isn't happening. The couch isn't uncomfortable , it’s a little short for you, but you sleep curled up anyway so it isn't a big deal. The main problem is just how much it smells like Komaeda in this damn room. 

He told the rest of the class that you were going to be staying in his cottage. That would have been over ten hours ago now, back at breakfast. He neglected to give you much in the way of specifics, but from what he did tell you. It sounds like the reactions were a mixed bag. Koizumi apparently seemed relieved that you wouldn't be tied up on the floor anymore, which was comforting to hear, but you doubt that her reaction was shared with the more paranoid types like Souda and Togami. There’s a tapping noise against the window and you try to bury your face in the pillow and just ignore it.    Jabberwock island is hot as ever, a bead of sweat drips down between your shoulder blades as you curl into the couch and squeeze your eyes shut.    The tapping becomes more insistent, and you huff into the pillow. There's rustling outside in the bushes, so you slowly sit up and turn to face the window, too scared to make a noise.   “She’s not waking up!” A voice hisses, startling you, “How are we going to do this without alerting Komaeda?”    Oof. No honourific, bad sign. 

“Have no fear! Ibuki has idea!” Mioda stage whispers, still managing to be louder than most normal speaking voices. 

You are very much awake now, though still worried that too much movement could wake Komaeda at any moment. So you stay still and hope whatever the two outside are planning is quiet   “Shh, Mioda-san! We can’t risk waking him up!” You now recognise the voice as Hanamura, he sounds frightened, “who knows what he’ll do to her.”   “A-Ok! I can sing a high pitched note that boys can’t hear!”    Mioda sucks in a deep breath, and you manage to leap from the couch and push the blinds out of the way before she lets the note loose.   “It’s okay!” You hiss, “I’m awake, please no singing!”    Mioda squeals when she sees you, but Hanamura claps a hand over her mouth just in time.    “Are you alright?” He asks, “He hasn’t hurt you?”    “Oh. I’m fine— really I am.”    He sighs, relieved, “I was so worried. It would have been all my fault if something terrible happened, I knew he was planning something but I didn’t say anything.”   Komaeda shifts a little, and the three of you freeze. You peek at him from the corner of your eye, he’s still fast asleep, “Move around to the front of the cottage” you whisper, “We’re going to wake him up if we keep talking like this.”   “Okay, yeah. Good idea.” Hanamura replies, his hand still clamped firmly over Mioda’s mouth, “We’ll meet you there.”   As the two of them start walking away from the window, you gingerly let the venetian blinds drop back down, being careful not to let them rattle against the window frame. Then you turn on your heel and start tip-toeing your way over to the door. Komaeda whimpers in his sleep and rolls around to face you, his brow is furrowed and his cheek is covered in marks from the creases on his pillowcase. Your heart is trying to force its way up into your throat.    He’s pretty.   You shake your head and continue to the door, a little faster but still just as quietly. Komaeda has left his keys on a hook just by the door, so you grab them and tuck them into the pocket of your pajama shorts. The ocean air is cold and refreshing when you step out of the cottage, carefully letting the door fall closed behind you.   Mioda and Hanamura are also in their sleeping clothes. Hanamura’s matching set is covered in cinnamon rolls, Mioda is wearing an oversized band shirt that reaches down to her mid thigh, her usual hairstyle forgone for a simple ponytail.    “Cuuuuute jammies!” Mioda exclaims when you step fully into view.     Your cheeks begin to burn, and you fiddle with the hem of your shorts, “Oh, um. Thanks?” you cough, “anyway, was there something important you needed to talk to me about?”   Hanamura balks at you, “Obviously! We need to talk about your new murderous roommate!”   “Oh ya.” Mioda says, tapping the side of her nose, “I totes forgot that was why we were here.” she clasps her hands behind her back and bounces on her toes, “Ibuki heard everything at the party! You aren’t guilty of anything! Zip! Zilch! Nada! No comprende!”    You had…entirely forgotten about Mioda’s powerful hearing. You had been so focussed on stopping Komaeda and saving both Hanamura and Togami that so many of the finer details had escaped you.    “Mioda-san and I are going to try and see if anyone else in the class noticed anything. There must be some way we can clear your name” Hanamura’s usually soft expression turns stern, “And hopefully get Komaeda locked up instead-”   “Oh! Uh! You don’t have to do that!” You say, jumping to Komaeda’s defense a little too quickly, “Komaeda-san he’s not- uh…he’s-”   What are you doing? How are you supposed to explain that Komaeda really isn't that bad and that he’s just got a bunch of weird ideals and a cocktail of mental illnesses without sounding like you’re absolutely insane? He almost caused a murder, whether he died himself or he ended up doing the killing it would have started the horrible killing game that Monokuma is running and yet-   “He won’t hurt me. I’m okay.”    Hanamura frowns, “You don’t know that. You didn’t see him the afternoon before the party, knife in hand and just--just laughing to himself.”   “We can’t fight anymore, Hanamura-san.” You say quietly, “This is what they want. Whoever is running this killing game wants to drive us apart and force us to fight and kill. Komaeda-san…he just…” You laugh a little, pushing your hair away from your face, “He needs someone to look after him - he won't try anything again, I promise.”   “If he does try anything though, Ibuki will kick his skinny ass!” Mioda demonstrates with a high kick that almost gets Hanamura square in the noggin’.   Hanamura just barely dodges the kick and takes a step towards you, nervously holding one of your hands between both of his, “I don’t understand why you trust him…but, I guess I’ll have to follow your judgment for now” He inclines his head in Mioda’s direction, “Mioda-san and I will keep an eye on you, and try to convince the others that you had nothing to do with the knife. If you don’t want us to push the blame onto Komaeda, we won’t.” he averts his eyes, “Even if he deserves it.”   “Thank you. Both of you.” You let out a relieved sigh, “We really need to focus our efforts on getting off this island, I’ll handle Komaeda-san, you guys just focus on yourselves for now, okay?”   Hanamura sighs, “Before we go, I have something for you.” He slings a satchel off his shoulder that you hadn’t noticed, “I don’t know how well that guy is feeding you, so here’s some more food. I’ll come by in a day or so with more.” He gives you a warm smile, “Take care of yourself.”   After saying goodbye to both of them, you speak back inside the cottage and close the door behind yourself before hanging the key back up on the hook. You only make it halfway back to the couch before you’re caught.   “Did you have fun out there?”    You whirl around to see Komaeda, still in bed but very much awake. The blanket is tucked under his chin and his hair is a mess, but his eyes are calculated and clear like he was never even asleep.   Your breath catches in your throat, “You--You were awake the whole time?” He chuckles, “Of course. I’m a very light sleeper.” his lips curl in a mischievous smile, “Do you really trust me as much as you say? I don’t take you for a liar, but I have done nothing worthy of such unwavering faith.”   “I’m just trying to keep everyone safe, that’s all.”    His eyes dip down to the expanse of your thigh revealed by your sleep shorts, but he quickly clears his throat and turns away, “Admirable, to be sure.” his eyes meet yours again, and there's a saccharine smile on his lips, “I have little concern with you talking things over with the others, so there’s no need to be so secretive next time.” he sighs, “It’s not as if i have a good reputation among the other ultimates anyway. I’m hardly worth their time.”   You swallow, dithering in the middle of the room before breathing, “I find that hard to believe”  *** “So, ya gonna tell me what got your panties in  a twist? Or do ya want me to guess?”    You jump up from where you were sitting on the couch. You had once again spent most of the day cooped up inside Komaeda’s cottage just…thinking. Sonia had stopped by to check on you and affirm that she didn’t believe you had done anything wrong, but other than that, it had just been you and Komaeda.   And now, Monokuma.   You groan, “What do you want?”    The bear giggles, and starts making himself comfortable on Komaeda’s bed. Komaeda himself is in the shower, you can still hear the water running and doubt he has even noticed the unexpected guest.   “You're in love with him. Aren't you?”   You blink, “What…?” “That kooky guy, the freakazoid. Ya know, Komaeda-kuuuuuun~” Monokuma leans forward, cupping his face in his hands, “I saw you ogling him when he came to feed you. I bet you were hungry for more than just food, huh?”    “Sh--Shut up…” You say, turning to face away from Monokuma, and trying not to look at the bathroom door either.   “Upupupu! I've struck a nerve? How deeeeelightful!! Is this what your despair is? Being trapped here with the man you love and have loved for years, but in order for him to live, you have to stop existing? You know that right? That just like little ol’ me, the end of this program means the end of you. What delicious despair, I'm almost jealous of you!”   You freeze, heart thumping loudly in your chest, “Wait, you…you know, don’t you?”   “‘Course I do, kiddo! You’re not supposed to be here!” He jumps down from the bed and clamors up on the coffee table, struggling a little with his stubby little legs, “I’m hanging out in the source code, remember? You just look like a screwed up mess from in here, no offense.” he laughs again, “There ain’t a single system in place for you, like i said, the Neo World program goes, and you go with it.” You’d always sort of assumed that would be the case, you don’t have a place in the real world here. Either you’ll just stop existing or go back to your own world and it’s impossible to know which. The fact that you are being forced to mull it over though, that makes your anxiety kick back up.   “Just stop, okay! Leave me alone!” You exclaim, turning and crossing the room with every intention of leaving out the front door.   “I can help you. If you want. I'm sure you already know my grand plan, to use the dead bodies of these people as vessels for myself, but I don't need all of them. If you kill someone, if you beat the trial, I can save him for you. This can be your own special little motive.”   You stop, hand on the doorknob and turn back to face Monokuma, “Wh--what do you mean, save him?”   “Oh it's not that confusing! Komaeda-Kun doesn't get executed, and you win the killing game, meaning that you get to leave. Since you don't have a body of your own, you can borrow one, any one you want, I don't mind.”   Your breath is slow and even, horrifically normal despite the insane thing Monokuma is suggesting.   “You can finally have the killer body you've always wanted.” He says, tracing a set of imaginary curves down his sides, “You can finally be beautiful! Owari has great tits, you could be her, or you could have Pekoyama’s thighs, or Mioda’s voice. Or…….”    Monokuma leans in, and you can picture the smile on enoshima’s face, “I could put you in Hinata-kun. Would you like that?”    “SHUT UP” You cry out, fists clenching at your sides.   “I’ve seen the way Komaeda follows him around like a lost puppy. You’re jealous aren’t you?” The bear points a stubby paw in your direction, “So, take Hinata’s body, and you could do whatever you want to Komaeda. Kissing, fucking, the works. It doesn't bother me-”   “STOP”   “Hm. Well, the option is always there. Like I said, you're own special little motive. Bye-onara for now, I'll keep in touch”   Monokuma vanishes into thin air, and you are left alone in the room. Breath heaving, tears beading in your eyes.   What the fuck was that? What does Enoshima think she is playing at?    You gulp in a shaky breath of air, struggling to use your lungs without breaking into a sob. You’d always figured that Monokuma knew exactly what you were up to, that’s kind of his whole deal. So that revelation wasnt a surprising one, but the fact that Enoshima can literally see the garbled code that comprises of your meager existence is fucked up, your just a line of faulty script. Deletable, broken.    “Are you okay?” Komaeda asks gently when he comes out from the bathroom, his hair is extra fluffy from the blow dryer, “I thought I heard arguing, but I wasn't exactly in an appropriate state of dress to interrupt.”   You sniff, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your palm to keep back the tears you can feel are waiting to make an appearance, “Yeah, um. Just had a visit from the bear . Little bastard he is.”   “Ah.”   “Yeah.” You laugh bitterly, taking a seat on the bed, “I’m fine though. Nothing important happened, he was just…bothering me.”   That. And now all you can think about is the next motive must be coming soon, probably even tomorrow. What other reason would Monokuma have for visiting? If not to gauge how everyone is holding together and if they need another push . You chew on a thumbnail, just hoping that the next motive will still be the arcade game because then at least you can get out there and beat it before anyone else. You aren’t sure if Monokuma would let you tamper with it, so you might just need to sit there until-   “You’re stressed.” Komaeda says, it isn’t a question, it’s a definitive statement.   You giggle, shocked to be so quickly ripped from your train of thought, “I am.” You reply, staring down at the floor instead of meeting his eyes “I’m not…I’m not meant to do this. I have to but I’m just-“ you stiffen a little, realizing that you’re getting far too personal, “sorry. I shouldn’t complain.”   Komaeda hums, taking a few steps towards you. His hair smells like coconut shampoo, “I did tell you I was willing to help. If you’re stressed, I’m sure you can find some way to make use of me.”    You dismiss his offer with a wave of your hand, “thanks, but uh…the anxiety is permanent. Not much you can do for that.”    He walks even further forward, until he is standing just inches away from you, “I’m…ah…quite certain I know at least one way to help, a little.” He drops to his knees, “if you would like my help, that is.”    Your heart stops   There’s no way. There’s no fucking way that he is offering what you think he is. This is impossible, you’re dreaming, you're dead, maybe it’s just Monokuma pulling a sick prank somehow. Anything is more likely than…than…    Komaeda reaches out a hand, resting it on top of your knee and slowly edging your thighs open.   You can’t stop shaking, your breath is coming hard and fast-   “Do you want me to keep going?” He breathes and every part of you is screaming YES YES YES    you scrunch your eyes shut, because you know that he’s just trying to be helpful. He doesn’t actually like you, does he? He sees that you're stressed and he wants to help, do you really want to take advantage of him? You open your eyes again, ready to turn him down, to be the bigger person for once in your pathetic life.   His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip   And any resolve you may have had, shatters.     “Please…” you whimper, in a voice so delicate that it almost feels like it isn’t your own, “keep going…”    You’re wearing one of your many sundresses, so there is little between Komaeda and your skin. His hands are big on your thighs when he slowly pushes the dress up and over your hips, he lets out a sigh, and gently brushes a line up the front of your panties with a knuckle.    “Ngh!”    He chuckles when your hips stutter forward into his touch, he does it again. Firmer. You clutch tightly to the bed sheets as the roiling waves of pleasure lance through you, chin bowed to your chest and mouth hanging open.    Komaeda wraps his bony fingers around the waistband of your panties, “Lift up.”   “Oh, uh, yeah.” You lift up your hips so he can tug your panties over them, and the nerves reawaken in your chest, “Komaeda, are you sure-”   He is touching you again, his head resting against your left thigh as his thumb lazily circles your bare clit. You almost yelp, and he smirks, “Your panties are cute, by the way. I did notice.”   The knuckle of his index finger presses against your entrance, firm enough that you can feel the taste of penetration, but not enough that it satisfies . He likes to tease, of course he does. His thumb is still rubbing hot, tantalizing circles around your swollen clit all while he looks up at you with those lazy eyes.    Then, he removes his hand, shuffling in closer between your thighs. You can feel his warm breath on your bare skin, he wraps one arm around your left leg, clamping his fingers into the soft skin of your thigh.   Your other knee is bouncing erratically, you can't stop it.    Komaeda lifts up his free hand and rests it on your bouncing knee. Rubbing gentle circles until it stops moving, “Shh…” he whispers against your sex, “Relax for me, okay?”   You suck a breath in through your teeth, “Okay...okay…”    The moment hangs in the air, nervous and shaky, before his head descends and he presses a warm kiss against your clit. You let out an airy sigh, thighs shaking on either side of his head. Komaeda reads your reaction, and avoids your clit for now, correctly realizing that you are still far too sensitive. He instead switches to dragging his tongue slowly up between your folds, teasing you with the occasional dip into your entrance. His hands are ever present, gripping tightly to your thighs as he devours you.   Every swipe of his tongue up the length of your cunt brings out another wave of guilt. You don’t even know where your relationship with him lies and you just let him do this to you, and so quickly too.    He circles your entrance, pushing inside just enough that you feel it.   This is too good. For something you shouldn't be doing, it's just too good . He barely knows you, he tried to get himself murdered just a few days ago and now he’s tongue fucking you like it never even happened. You squeeze your eyes shut, moans and whimpers escaping your mouth while all you can think about is how you shouldn’t have said yes .   Then his lips wrap around your clit, and the part of your brain that is always worrying, just turns off .   You toss your head back in a moan, rolling your hips forward into his awaiting mouth and bury one hand in his hair   It’s soft . Softer than you’d ever imagined, and god had you imagined.   Komaeda’s mouth is hot and warm, alternating between sucking and circling your swollen clit with his tongue, following your moans and repeating what makes you scream. He drops one of your legs, two long fingers pushing inside of you all the way to the second knuckle as he licks back and forth, just teasing you with the tip of his tongue before pressing hard against you with the flat of it.    His fingers curl up and you yelp.   He pulls back just a little, and says with a laugh, “There you are” before pulling your clit back between his lips, curling his fingers over and over, pressing firmly against the perfect spot every single time. You feel him laugh again, and look down to see his eyes peering up at you from over the curve of your belly. He watches in adoration as he pushes in a third finger and you cry out in ecstasy.    Your fingers are nowhere near that long, that dexterous.    Every touch is a shot straight to your core, hips grinding sinfully against his face and near crying with each suck of your clit. Komaeda is moaning now, your own noises so loud that you had barely noticed, but it's true, he’s enjoying this too. Whimpering and groaning as he buries himself between your thighs, sobbing when your legs tighten around him.    “Can you come for me?” He asks, voice gentle and perfect even as his fingers fuck you with perfect precision. His tongue returns to you, licking in delicate circles.   “Y--Yes…” You whine, tugging hard enough on his hair that he moans again.    His fingers move faster, building atop the crescendo that is already growing deep inside you. Hot searing pleasure that makes it feel like you might go supernova with just one more touch. His eyes meet yours again, “Do it, please. Come on my tongue, please .”   “I---I---I--ah!” You struggle to speak as he presses his tongue against you again, firmly all hot and wet and his fingers curl up into that perfect shape that has you absolutely shattering. Your legs shake and your hips grind as you let out a cry without abandon.    It takes a moment for you to catch your breath. Head lolling back as your breath heaves and the warmth in your chest blooms out to the rest of your body. When you finally have the energy to look back down, Komaeda is sitting back on his heels, peering up at you with a smile.    “Feeling better?”

Sapete qual è il problema? È che gli stupidi sono strasicuri, mentre gli intelligenti sono pieni di dubbi. Un giorno di tanti anni fa stavo parlando con un signore anziano che mi disse:

«Vedi, il sistema in cui viviamo ha delle regole e queste regole hanno un unico scopo: il Controllo. E chi non riesce ad adattarsi? Semplice, passa per pazzo. Se Dante Alighieri e San Francesco fossero vissuti oggi gli avrebbero fatto l'elettroshock. Tanti sono stati ricoverati in manicomio semplicemente perché erano propensi a creare scandalo, a trasgredire la morale comune. Sai qual è l’inganno più grande della scienza? L’idea della normalità, perché nessuno è davvero normale»

Improvvisamente, un giovane seduto al tavolo accanto al nostro si intromette nella nostra conversazione: «Come può sostenere queste sciocchezze? Io studio medicina, farebbe bene a informarsi meglio.» Incominciarono a discutere e quando vide che il vecchio non era rimasto impressionato dai suoi titoli e che alzare la voce non serviva a nulla, gli diede del rimbambito e se ne andò.

Il «vecchio rimbambito» era lo psichiatra Giorgio Antonucci che aveva lavorato assieme a Franco Basaglia e aveva diretto il manicomio di Imola. All’epoca il giornale per cui lavoravo aveva voluto intervistare Antonucci e avevo supplicato l’inviato di poter assistere anche io. «A Imola», mi raccontò, «ho liberato una donna che da 26 anni stava legata al letto. Quando le chiesi il perché, lei mi disse: “Perché sono schizofrenica. Perché mi piacciono gli uomini”. Testuale. Ma legare una donna per venti anni vuol dire ucciderla non aiutarla.»

Ecco, proprio l’altro ieri un signore, che non ha gradito le idee che ho espresso in «Intervista con un matto», mi ha insultata sulla pagina e mi ha accusata di aver scritto un libro «pericoloso e fuorviante». E mi è tornato in mente l’incontro con Giorgio Antonucci. Sì, perché oggi non appena dici qualcosa che non è accettato dal pensiero comune, non appena inizi a fare troppe domande, ti danno della pazza. È immorale farsi delle domande? Se il mio «Intervista con un matto» sia un libro immorale o pericolosi lo lascio decidere a voi.

Guendalina Middei, anche se voi mi conoscete come Professor X #letteratura #cultura #libridaleggere #follia

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Avisos: Angst leve, palavras de baixo calão, choradeira extrema e a vontade de brigar com o San no começo mas a de guardar ele num potinho depois e MUITO TEXTÃO

[Choi San x FReader]

O vento batia contra seus cabelos, sua perna balançava freneticamente sinalizando o nervosismo que tomava conta de todo o seu ser naquela tarde de sábado nublada e fria.

Quando o sininho da porta do café em que estava badalou te tirando dos seus pensamentos, fizeram seus olhos encontrarem a figura de San que acabava de entrar acabou fazendo seu nervosismo aumentar. E então ele veio na sua direção e o seu coração quase saiu pela boca com aquele sorriso que poderia te mandar pro hospital, ele não havia mudado nada.

"Você veio..." San falou com as covinhas ficando ainda mais aparente mão demonstrando mas estando muito nervoso por dentro, afinal a mulher da vida dele estava ali na frente após 5 meses sem nenhum sinal de vida.

"É eu consegui um tempo pra te ver" Você falou retribuindo o sorriso dele mas de forma fechada

San ficou te olhando por um tempo antes de se sentar na cadeira que ficava a sua frente, ele realmente parecia feliz em te ver, o sorriso nunca deixando seu rosto deixava isso mais aparente do que nunca.

"Então como tá a vida? E a família? Eu não vejo eles há um bom tempo" San perguntou puxando assunto parecendo um pouco menos animado quando disse a última frase e desviou o olhar , e você percebeu o brilho dele se apagando por um momento.

" Eu tô mais ocupada do que nunca, consegui um estagio naquele estúdio que eu sempre quis, sabe? Quanto a minha família eles vão bem mas como sempre em briga entre aquelas duas tias de sempre" Você respondeu não conseguindo tirar os olhos de San, o deja vu dos momentos em que vocês passavam juntos assim quando estavam namorando.

Vocês acabaram jogando conversa fora a tarde toda, conversando mais sobre ambas as famílias, trabalho e até sobre o clima

Você evitava demonstrar estar tão confortável na presença dele ou abaixar a guarda novamente e San sabia o motivo disso.

San sabia que a última vez que vocês tinham se visto ainda passava pela sua mente toda vez que olhava para ele

[Lembrança de 12 de Dezembro de 2022] Após de um tempo jogando conversa fora você viu que estava ficando tarde e precisava voltar pra casa antes que ficasse muito escuro. San te acompanhou até a parte de fora do estabelecimento e ficou lá até que o uber que você pediu chegasse. Quando acabou de ajustar de ajustar o casaco, você olhou pra San e sorriu parecendo mais confortável/menos nervosa do que quando chegou. "Bom acho que é isso.. a gente se vê por ai San" você disse com um sorriso em despedida que secretamente acabou aquecendo o coração de San que retribuía o sorriso. Após minutos de silêncio, você viu o carro do uber se aproximando, se virou pra San novamente e com um sorriso de despedida um simples "tchau" deixou seus lábios antes que se aproximasse pra entrar no carro. "Ei, s/o espera !" San chamou sua atenção antes que entrasse no carro, quando olhou pra ele notou que ele parecia que estava prestes a revelar algo já que ele não conseguia manter o olhar no seu parecendo envergonhado "Eu.. Ne desculpa por ter esquecido de ligar no seu aniversário"

Você pensando que ele iria falar algo diferente apenas fez um sinal de "tá tudo bem" pra ele e deu um sorriso antes de acenar e entrar no carro e partir dali. "Tchau.." San disse te vendo partir, enquanto pensava em todas as coisas que podia ter lhe dito sobre o que realmente aconteceu naquela noite mas acabou não falando porque tinha medo de estragar tudo novamente, então apenas te deixou ir.

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Após uma semana desde o dia em que esteve com San, vocês não haviam se falado desde aquele dia.

Era noite de sexta feira, a chuva forte caía do lado de fora, você se encontrava de pijama, na sua cozinha fervendo água para preparar um chá. Sua mente tentava várias vezes parar de pensar naquele dia, no "encontro" que teve com San, ouvindo apenas o barulho calmo da chuva até ser despertada de seus pensamentos pelas batidas na porta no momento mil perguntas surgiram na sua mente.

"Quem será a essa hora?" Você disse para si mesma enquanto destrancava a porta pra saber quem era o louco ou a louca que saiu de casa quando um toró desses estava caindo lá fora.

No momento em que bateu os olhos em quem estava ali na frente da sua porta não conseguiu acreditar e teve que piscar várias vezes. A imagem de um San de moletom cinza completamente encharcado pela chuva, a cara de cachorro que caiu da mudança com os olhos vermelhos que sinalizavam o choro recente.

"San.. Mas o quê?" Você perguntou logo sendo interrompida pela voz embargada do Choi. "Ei princ- digo, S/o eu.. Me desculpa pelo horário" Ele fez um pausa para respirar fundo e talvez achar as palavras certas para dizer aquilo. "Eu não tô conseguindo dormir direito há um tempo. . Desde aquele dia" Então o olhar dele desceu pro chão por um tempo e de repente as lágrimas voltaram a cair dos olhos pequenos dele e a cara de cachorrinho que caiu da mudança só piorou a situação para você e o seu próprio coração que estava cada vez mais apertado quando viu ele daquele jeito.

"Eu fico acordado pensando em como eu te fiz ir embora naquela noite e no porquê de eu ter dito aquelas coisas sem nem pensar direito"

Seu coração estava descompassado, aquelas palavras tão sinceras do fundo do coração do Choi que te fizeram de repente se ver novamente no dia em que conheceu ele. Você sabia que os sentimentos por San nunca haviam sumido, estava apenas os escondendo após esses três meses, mas do que isso adiantou? Ver San chorando assim na sua frente agora, ver ele engolindo o orgulho, com a guarda no chão jogando todos os sentimentos guardados nesses 3 meses a tona, os sentimentos intensos, faziam você se sentir como se estivesse em outubro novamente, o outubro em que você e o Choi assumiram o rótulo de namoro no relacionamento que já durava alguns meses. "Eu sei que faz 4 meses e eu demorei mas.. Esse sou eu pela primeira vez jogando todo meu orgulho fora aqui em pé na sua frente, me desculpando por aquela noite, você tinha preparado aquilo tudo pra mim até me dado rosas, e eu não percebi o quanto te amava"

San estava em prantos chorando na sua frente e você não conseguia reagir, não conseguia nem mesmo tirar os olhos dele, não era que não estava sentindo nada, mas sim estava sentindo muitas coisas ao mesmo tempo que acabou não conseguindo reagir.

"´Porra garoto, por que cê faz isso comigo? Me destrói pra depois me reconstruir de novo? Sabia que isso dói, machuca pra caralho?" Você dizia entre soluços silenciosos quando as lagrimas congeladas no fundo do seu coração há 3 meses começaram a cair desesperadamente.

Alguns minutos de silêncio se passaram, apenas o barulho da chuva e os seus soluços eram ouvidos. Você chorava exatamente como fez naquela noite de dezembro, quando a magia já não estava lá.

Por mais machucada que estivesse não conseguia resistir a intensidade do sentimento que tinha quando estava perto de San, quando percebia que o "nós" ainda estava ali e prevaleceria não importando o tempo que passavam separados porque era pra ser e sempre foi. Sabia que por mais que amasse a calmaria, paz, tranquilidade e segurança do azul sempre voltaria pra intensidade, complexidade e paixão do vermelho. E assim como na música da sua cantora favorita, "Amar San era vermelho e perdê-lo era o azul como nunca havia visto, sentir saudades dele era cinza escuro, mas tocá-lo era como se tivesse tudo o que sempre quis em mão e memorizá-lo era tão fácil como lembrar de todas as palavras da sua música favorita"

"Eu sinto sua falta... Eu sinto falta da sua pele bronzeada no verão, das covinhas e dos olhos sumindo toda vez que olhava pra mim mesmo sem eu ter feito nada, era tão bom.."

Acabou tendo que fazer uma pausa no meio das palavras para limpar as lágrimas teimosas que insistiam em cair. Em todo o momento, a cada palavra que você dizia os olhos vermelhos e inchados de San te acompanharam, brilhando em esperança, mas no peito dele a dor tomava conta e as lágrimas não paravam de cair assim como as suas. " E também o jeito que você me abraçou naquela noite de setembro ... A primeira vez que você me viu chorar porque eu pensei que ia te perder"

San lembrava, ele lembrava de todos os momentos que passaram juntos, principalmente aquele momento em que ele acabou com tudo, quando você o entregou todo o seu amor e ele nem se deu deu o trabalho de lhe dar um simples adeus depois de jogar esse amor pela janela tão de repente.

"Me desculpa S/o" San disse em um fio de voz embargado logo após de ser surpreendido por um abraço seu, que nem se importava se ele estava completamente encharcado pela chuva, apenas precisava sentir aqueles braços te envolvendo novamente.

"Se nos reconciliássemos eu juro que te amaria de novo.. eu voltaria no tempo e mudaria tudo " San sussurrou deixando um selar no topo de sua cabeça, te abraçando com medo de que você pudesse fugir dali a qualquer segundo e ele te perder novamente.

"Acontece que o medo de perder a liberdade que eu achava que tinha, não se resumia a nada além de perceber o quão grande foi meu erro e o tanto que eu sentiria sua falta"

Você ouvia cada palavra em completo silêncio, enterrando mais seu rosto no peito de San enquanto chorava sem conseguir parar, nada mais ao redor te importava a única coisa que gritava ali era seu peito em chamas pelos braços que tanto te confortavam e tanto te faziam falta.

"Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo e mudar tudo, eu mudaria"

San sussurrou logo após levando a mão até seu queixo para te fazer olhá-lo. Ver seus olhos vermelhos e saber que ele era a razão para estarem assim novamente quebrava o coração do Choi, mas mesmo assim ele olhava no fundo deles esperançoso

"Podemos dar meia volta, ir pra dezembro novamente e fazer com que tudo fique bem novamente?"

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My Brother´s Best Friend (Rumlow X Reader Chapter One - What, Brock? He´s A Good Guy! (Contains death of a loved one)

So Tuesday already. Time flies. And a brand New story is posted. Chapter One on My Brother´s Best Friend. This will be a sweet Slow Burn, with tons of humor. Hope you enjoy!

– God, we thank you for the life that you give us. It is full of work and of responsibility, of sorrow and joy Today we thank you for Patricia Grace Rollins, for what she has given and received. Help us in our mourning and teach us to live for the living in the time that is still left to us.

The priest continues to talk. But you don’t manage to take it in. All you can think of is that you’re the only one left now. Your dad ran away a long time ago, you don’t even know if he’s still alive, and then Jack in-listed in the military. One time after that he came home to visit. After that you haven’t seen him. And now, now you’re standing in your mothers funeral. When you go home tonight. You’re all alone.

Jack hasn’t even called. You tried to call him. But after he joined that SHIELD thing, you have barley talked. Infact it’s been years. You left a message, he didn’t respond. Yes, you admit you’re angry at him. FINE. He don’t want to talk to you. But your mother just died. She was his mom as well. Not that he’d cared enough to notice that, after your father left. Like it was your moms fault that he left. Stupid, Jack!

When the funeral ends, everyone gives you their condolences. It feels weird. None of them offers you a place to stay, or a hand to hold. Just a hug, and an «I’m sorry for your loss». It feels forced, not real. Some of them asks about Jack. But it’s not like any of them expected him to show up. He’s so busy with that fancy security job in New York. It’s not like you or your mom ever saw anything to the money he makes. Not even when she got sick. Does Jack even care?

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The second you close the door behind you back at your place. Your phone rings. Oh, great. It’s Jack.

– What do you want, Jack?!

You don’t realise how angry you sound, before Jack replies.

– Jeez, YN. Way to greet your big Brother..

What you want the most is to throw your phone into the wall. But you don’t. After all, she was his mother as well.

– I’m sorry, Jack. But still, what do you want?

He takes a deep breath on the other end.

– Listen, YN. I’m sorry that I didn’t show up today.

You shrug. Not like he sees that. But you do, anyway.

– No worries. I know where you stand..

– YN, give me a break here! I’m working my ass off!

– And I haven’t? Who took care of her, Jack? Who payed the hospital bills? Who was there for her every second of the day?

Another deep breath on the other end.

– You know that’s not what I ment! You did an amazing job, YN. I wish there was something I could do!

– You could send me some money. I’m swamped in hospital bills, I don’t even know if I can keep the house.

– That was actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I have a spare bedroom in my apartment. You could stay here during the summer, for free. I miss you, YN!

Now it’s your turn to take a breath. You miss him too. You had fun when you were younger. Although he’s 6 years older than you, you always had a tight relationship.

– You have a strange way of showing it, Jack!

– Come on, YN. Please! I already booked you a plane ticket. It’s first class. Check your email.

You sigh. Put your phone on speaker and check your email. He wasn’t lying, a first class flight from San Francisco to New York. Maybe you should go. It would be good to get away from everything for a while. And it would be easier to put the house on the market if you knew you had a place to stay. And you do miss him.

– Fine. I’ll arrange for my stuff to be put in storage, and then I’ll come and stay with you over summer.

– Great, YN! I can’t wait to see you again. If you need my help finding a storage. I can make that happen!

– Thanks, Jack.. That would be great. Could you maybe arrange for it to be picked up as well?

You say it as a joke. But you know he’ll say yes.

– Of course, sis! I’ll take care of it. I can’t wait to see you. I know it’s been a while. I’m sorry. I really am.

– We haven’t seen each other in nearly 15 years, Jack. Not since you came home to visit, with that stupid, obnoxious friend of yours.

– What, Brock? He’s a good guy! Hard worker. I’m actually his second in command.

Great. They’re still working together. This summer will be… interesting..

– You still work with him?

Jack clears his throat.

– Y.. Sis! I know I haven’t exactly kept in touch. But I’ll make it up to you this summer. I promise! I’ll even show you around New York.

You smile from the thought of spending the summer in New York. You’ve never been. And although you hate to admit it. It will be good to see your brother again.

– Thanks, Jack. I really need this time off. Just please tell me that we’ll see minimal of that friend of yours.

– What’s the deal with him, YN? You met him once. I was home for a week.

– One time was enough, Jack!

You say, angry. Jack laughs a bit on the other end.

– Fine, Fine, sis.. I’m not gonna push..

– Oh, shut up, Jack!

You say your goodbyes, and hang up.

You hit the shower. Wash off this day. It’s strange to live in this house without her. Ever since your mom was admitted to the hospital, the house has felt so big. You don’t need a big house like this. A small two bedroom apartment would be amazing. Not a big three story house, with four bathrooms. If you sell, you’ll be able to pay off all the hospital bills, and maybe have some to spare after that as well. In two months you’ll leave for New York. And you’re finally speaking to your brother again. Maybe things will get better, after all..

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