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rerefundslocals · 1 year

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ADORE YOU [J.JK]

Summary: jungkook just wants to cook for you and love on you as a newly married couple.

>>pairing: husband!jungkook x wife!reader (she/her)

>>trope: established relationship

>>genre: fluff, fluff and fluff

>>word count: 917

>>warnings/tags: jungkook is just cheesy, mentions of jungkooks past with cooking(that one run bts ep), some tears of LOVE and Joy, short brief kisses, they're just vv cute :( lmk if I missed anything!

a/n - welll, uhm, I liked the live but damn bro at 4am? 😭 anyway, please enjoy this short piece of work, I'll be gone for a while. Please send feedback through reblogs or asks, it helps authors stay very motivated <333 {work is not proofread}

{Listen to 'Adore you' by Harry Styles as this is inspired by the song.}

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"You don't have to say,you love me

You don't have say nothing

You don't have to say ,you're mine

Honey, I'll walk through fire for you

Just let me Adore You."

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"You're gonna cook for me?"

"Of course. who else is gonna cook for my wifey?" Jungkook leans down at your figure sitting on the couch, placing a peck on your lips.

You both had just got back from your honeymoon and this is the first night in your shared home, and after a whole day of grocery shopping, Jungkook had decided to stand up and make a meal for you both.

You simply chuckle at his antics, deep down feeling a wave of worry as the last time Jungkook had cooked for you both, the food had stuck onto the plate.

"McDonald's can cook for us too, Kook and it'll be ready in no more than 30minutes." You suggest, hoping he would catch on.

But he doesn't.

"No, that's very unhealthy, we had nothing but unhealthy food during our honeymoon, so let's have something different. Hmm, Wifey?" He asks, head tilting to the side as he awaits your answer.

Looking at him draped in his White Nike shirt, that you suppose he got from Japan and his Grey Joggers ; you pout at him, hoping to persuade him.

Sighing you let out, "argh, fine. Promise you won't poison me?" As your response.

Fists meeting the air in victory and a funny walk that has him tilting to the side all the way to the kitchen, he let's out a strained response, "Don't worry, Princess! You're in good hands."

"Okay, My Prince Charming!" You shout back.

During the time that you scroll through the smart TV and your phone, it's clear to hear the tunes your Husband sings in the kitchen and it has you smiling from ear to ear.

What a beautiful voice he has. And he can sing to you all day and night, cause he adores you that much.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Jungkook hardly places the pot on the countertop, making you flinch at the sudden hit.

"Come, Princess!" He ushers.

You walk to the kitchen, dressed in something similar as him. Grey sweats and a oversized Prada shirt that belongs to Jungkook, while your hair is styled the way you like.

"Hmm, what's this, baby?" You question, peering at the meal in the pot.

He smiles at you, feeling proud and it had you feeling shy because of how he stares into your eyes when he explains.

"So, Princess. This is my famous Seaweed rice, with fried rice mix along with chicken breasts mixed in with sesame oil, soy sauce and gochujang. And that all for my Wifey." He finishes, lips meeting yours for a loving peck and when he pulls away, you almost want to dive right in for more.

Deciding to tease him, you walk closer to him, hands going around his neck, playing with the hair by his neck. In response his hands wrap around your waist as they rest above your ass.

"Am I the only one you've cooked this for? Just asking since it's so 'famous'."

"Yes, Baby. I used to eat this in college before I met your pretty ass." He responds coyly, Smirking at you, gaze never leaving your figure.

"Mhm okay, l-let's eat." You stutter.

You quickly let go of him, feeling hot all of a sudden as you grab a spoon to eat.

"Wait- let me show you how to eat it." Jungkook stops you, gently taking the spoon out of your hand.

He scoops some rice first and goes over to the pot, scooping his mix into it as well, and when he's done with that, he brings it up your lips, ushering you to open your mouth.

"Open, Princess."

You can't help but ask, "you sure this ain't poisoned, Mr Jeon?"

"Yes, Mrs Jeon. Now eat, you look very hungry, my angel." He chuckles.

You open your mouth to where the spoon can enter and he shoves the food into your mouth.

You chew it up, savoring the flavors, while Jungkook watches with doe desperate eyes waiting for your- preferably praises and compliments to his food.

Lowering the hand covering your mouth as you swallow, you dramatically wipe your hands, head nodding like a food critic.

"Its so good! Give me more." You burst into giggles as you watched Jungkooks eyes relax when you give him a compliment as loud as that.

He questions, "it's good, baby?"

You nod at him as you scoop the mix onto your rice, "soo good! Cook this for us everytime okay?"

Jungkook nods at you, making a cute noise with his mouth as he joins you, eating from the pot.

He feels very happy at this moment with his newlywed wife, in the kitchen eating from their newly purchased pots, in their newly purchased home that they worked very hard for.

"I adore you so much." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver from the baritone in his voice.

You shyly cower as you swallow the last bits of your food, "really?" You look up at the taller figure, staring deep into your eyes.

"Really. I love you so much, Mrs Jeon. Thank you for allowing me to be your husband."

"Aww, Kook. You're gonna make me cry- !I love you more." Tears build up at the corner of your eyes and you hide them by kissing Jungkook senseless.

It's not filled with tongue or the desire for sex, just filled with love and feelings.

Cause in this moment he just wants to adore you and you want to adore him too.

~♥︎~

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unboundprompts · 5 months

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Can I get some prompts of a single parent struggling to take care of a baby? Like to the point where they are starting to lose sleep or is just that stressed? The baby could be theirs or one they adopted/found abandoned. I really don't mind if it's either Angst or Fluff. Anyways I know this is a bit specific and I hope it's not too much. I really love all of your prompts! I hope you have a wonderful day/night! Keep up the fantastic prompts! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for the kind words!

Single Parenting Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"I'm just so afraid of messing it up," she admitted, her voice small. "Everything I do matters, and one wrong move could alter their entire future." She spared a glance at the baby asleep in their crib, blissfully unaware of the uncertainty and fear she was feeling.

"When they get older, they're going to realize everything you've done for them. There will be bumps in the road, there always is. But at the end of the day, they're going to see how hard you tried to give them the perfect life. And that's what they're going to remember."

He felt like pulling his hair out. "I haven't slept in weeks," he admitted, voice strained and dark spots under his eyes prominent. "I didn't realize how hard it was to take care of a baby."

They blinked open their eyes at the sound of the baby crying. There goes any hope of getting a full night's rest. They drag themselves out of bed and lift the baby from the crib. She practically melts into their touch, tears easing up at just the notion of being held. "It's going to be a long night, huh?" They ask the baby, already rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Parenting was hard. A lot harder than he thought it was going to be. But it was moments like these-- when the baby looked up at him like he was their entire world with a smile on their face-- that made it worth it.

"Your grandmother used to sing this to me," she said softly to the baby in her arms, "every night before bed."

They needed a break. They needed to step back. They needed to... they didn't know what they needed to do. Never in a million years did they think they would be responsible for caring for a baby. They definitely hadn't planned on it, that was for sure. But, now they had one. And they hadn't the slightest clue of what to do with it.

"This baby needs me, right now," she said with force in her lungs. "I don't have a single idea of what I'm doing, but that doesn't change the fact that it is my responsibility. And I'm going to take care of it."

#my toxic trait is that I call babies “it”#writing prompts #dialogue prompt #creative writing #writeblr #story prompt #prompt list #soft prompts #ask box prompts #parenting prompts #baby prompts #caretaker prompts

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scarletttries · 1 year

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Kendall Roy (Succession)

Kendall Roy + Dom/Sub: (prompt list here)

Sub:

- Kendall Roy is the stereotype of a man who craves power in his career but loves to be controlled at home.

- It would take a while to come to light, his performative smirk plastered across his face when you first start sleeping together, taking the lead as he thinks he should. But you'd notice the little twinkle in his eye when you tell him to wait for something, that he can't touch you quite yet, that he needs to ask before he spills himself inside you. Eventually you'd be straddling his hips, bouncing on his length, pinning his hands above his head until he promised to be good for you.

- This man will start to try negotiating (unsuccessfully) with more and more explicit words falling from his lips with each cutting hollow scoff you give in response, making him wait just that little bit longer for release because he dared to speak out of turn while you're in control.

- You have complete control over Kendall when you sink to knees and make him beg for you to taste him, the poor boy's self control being tested to its absolute limits as he sings your praises and tells you how much 'he doesn't fucking deserve you' until finally you take mercy on him and run your tongue over his length, a steady stream of thank you's cascading down from above.

Dom:

- When Kendall's in the mood to take control you can tell straight away from the almost threatening look in his eye. The sly smile telling you he's about to find your limits and toy with that line until you beg him to cross it.

- He'd love seeing you completely helpless, tied to the bed and entirely exposed to him, just a plaything for him to use in whatever way will bring him the most fun and satisfaction.

- Dom Kendall is painfully into teasing you, taking his sweet time before he ever even touches you, and then only the slightest brushes to get you frustrated; a little pinch of your nipple so you flinch against your constraints, spitting on your throbbing clit but never quite bringing his tongue to touch it, stroking himself just next to your opening without making any of the contact you desperately crave.

- While you're at his mercy, Kendall would mark you as his, hickeys across your chest and up your thighs, making sure if anyone was looking at you in a way they shouldn't, you would be unmistakably his. He'd make you chant over and over again how 'you're all his' and 'how badly you need him', rewarding your devotion by finally bringing his fingers to your clit, rubbing soft circles on the sensitive bud until he can see your pussy clenching around nothing, your thighs starting to tremble, snatching his fingers away before you reach your much needed release.

- Ken would laugh darkly as your hips buck of their own accord, desperate for friction but unable to give yourself any relief, every nerve in your body at Kendall's will. He'd see how many times you could bring you to the edge before he had you in tears, mocking your desperation when he asks if you're crying because you don't like the feeling of his fingers deep inside of you, his tongue tracing over your nipples and if he should stop, and you frantically shake your head and beg him to keep going, to make you feel good.

- When his own aching need grows intense enough he'd finally settle between your pinned legs, fucking into your leaking entrance with rough, heavy slams until you can almost taste the sweet relief of your built-up orgasm. Kendall would pull out at the final second, letting himself shoot all over your chest instead, watching his sticky seed pooling between your breasts and across your stomach, your whole core straining with how close you finally came to release only to have to cruelly snatched away again. Kendall would watch you struggle against the bings on your hands and legs, makeup smudged with your trickling tears and body covering in his hot white load, and decide you had been good enough for him.

- With a vibrator pulled quickly from a bedside drawer your first orgasm would come rapidly, overwhelming sensation running through you as your body finally released all its build up tension in a wave of pleasure that would have your head spinning and you thanking your sweet Kendall for letting you cum, the sheets beneath you half-drenched. And he'd laugh and keep the vibrator firmly fixed to your throbbing clit, turning it up a speed and watching how quickly your grateful expression grew concerned, knowing your teasing was far from over. Kendall would keep you tied up there for the rest of the night, making you count out each orgasm he generously gave you, fucking your dripping hole whenever you begged him to give you a break, reminding you how desperate you've been to cum all day.

- Afterwards Kendall would be a genuine gentleman of aftercare, checking he didn't go too far, that you have everything you need and reminding you that above all he loves you very much.

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #kendall roy succession #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy smut #kendall roy imagine #kendall succession #succession imagine #succession

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crush-like-that · 19 days

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You asked for Solangelo asks, so…. HEADCANONS GO!! Everything from little outings there went on, Nico meeting Naomi (assuming you HC her as alive), small things they do to annoy each other, angst, etc. literally anything!! Go wild!!

i am shaking like a feral animal with too much energy and no outlet omG Will hurt his wrist once when he was younger, practicing archery with Lee. It was a delicate thing, the way Lee wrapped him up with an ace bandage and smiled at him. "You did good! It's okay." A golden smile that managed to stop Will's tears. He's older now. He can't remember the last time he hurt his wrist. He wears an ace bandage every day of his life. His siblings, the younger ones that weren't there to remember, question him. Will smiles and ruffles their hair "It's okay! Everythin's good, don't worry bout it." Some part of him wonders what Lee would think.

Will is actually good at many things. Healing and medicine is his main focus, but that's because it's the only thing he thinks he's good at. Many demigods, many of Will's siblings, have one specific thing that they excel at. Which is why Will feels so horrible that he's not good at anything. He is though, he's just too thickheaded to realize that. He sings well, maybe not as good as his siblings or his mom or whoever else, but he's got a good campfire/lullaby voice. Soothing and warm, crackles like a fire or a candle light. Calming, always skewed by a smile. If he could only hear himself... Will gets tattoos for every patient he doesn't save. At first, the idea had come up to him because he couldn't stop thinking about it. The feeling of blood wouldn't wash off his hands, every time he closed his eyes he could see that strain in their face... He needed to do something about it. Then it became something to help him remember. New campers come every year, and they don't know the stories of those that passed before them. It feels unfair, to let those people's memories fade. So for each patient he can't save, Will gets a singular black line tattooed on his forearm. Will is very good at volleyball. I have nothing else to say about that. (well, maybe I do. I like to think that Nico sits off by the sides of the court, a step in "water boy" for Will's team. He gets so distracted, though, he may as well not even have the title. Kayla and Austin tease Will about his "cheerleader") Will uses petnames and nicknames like it's the only thing he knows. Kiddo, sweetheart, hun. Tacked on to the end of every sentence. It's not anything big when he starts coming up with nicknames for Nico, that's just how Will is. Nico, however, doesn't understand nicknames. He doesn't know how they're supposed to be used, when it's appropriate and when it's not, how close you have to be to a person to use a nickname. It's a big deal, the first day Nico calls Will "sunshine." Not a teasing statement, like it normally is, but tied on to the end of a sentence. Nico stutters over the word, his cheeks flushed red. Will stops what he's doing to stare at Nico, slack-jawed.

Nico doesn't like to sing. He doesn't like to talk, really. His voice is raspy, he can imagine it grating on the ears of those he speaks to. It makes him nervous. Will loves Nico's voice. Nico doesn't ramble much but, oh, when he does... Sometimes Will asks Nico specific questions that he knows to get a rise out of the boy, just to hear him talk

Nico was very nervous to meet Naomi. Will loved his mom (mama, he calls her) very very much, that was obvious to everyone. With more time to relax, Nico tries to dig up memories from his past. He doesn't remember everything, but he does remember how much he loved his mother. How beautiful she was, in her fine dresses, perched on a chair watching her children. She was a proper woman, manners were a necessity, etiquette was too. In some was, Sally Jackson reminded Nico of his own mother. A knowing smile, the tilt of her head when she spoke to you. But other than that, she was so different. Nico doesn't know how to act around Naomi. He had already asked Will on a date, had already come out to the whole camp, before Will suggests going to Texas for a few days. It brings Nico a bit of peace, knowing that he'll have the chance to ask Naomi for her permission to date her son. But it terrified him regardless. The conflicting emotions gave him a headache. Will thought it was sweet that he cared so much.

Contrary to popular belief, Nico does not cuss. He has a very vivid memory of his youth, messing with Bianca and saying very specific words just to annoy her. His mother had heard and made him wash his mouth out with soap. Percy cusses, casually enough, but never in front of an authoritative figure. Nico frowns at him when he does, and Percy laughs. Jason doesn't cuss, but he uses just about every filler word known to man. Reyna doesn't cuss, but she doesn't have to. The change in her tone, her composure, is scary enough on it's own. Hazel doesn't cuss. At least, not until she's angry. She has the foulest mouth Nico has ever heard. Will cusses like it's no bodies business. Strings of foul words in a southern drawl yelled as someone walks into the infirmary on Will's day off. Nico gasps the first time he hears Will speak like this.

ugh and there's more in my brain but i feel like i've already said too much so here you go!

#asks #will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #solangelo headcanon

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lurkingshan · 7 months

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Hi Shan!

I hope you're doing well and thank you for all your metas and recs. They are always such a great read!

I have realised that I am quite anxious about currently airing shows not sticking the landing (IFYLITA mostly, I only seem to care about this one recently). You may have previously written about it(?), but which dramas (BL or otherwise), do you think have the most satisfying endings?

Oh, and bonus question, do you have an ending that you approve of, was really good and all, but you would never ever rewatch it because of *too many feels*?

Hey Kat! Thanks for the ask. I totally get the fear of a bad ending, it has soured many a drama experience, and sometimes it really does take you off guard. I feel like when most dramas end I'm just happy if the ending doesn't retroactively ruin anything, let alone it actually being meaningfully good. I had to think about this for a minute, but I do think there are some dramas where the ending is so good it actually enhances the overall story and watch experience.

First, a few that I would classify as having really lovely happy endings that feel very well-earned after lots of pain and strife

My Lovely Sam Soon

This drama is a classic from 2005, and it caught me off guard with how invested I got. It's a pretty standard romcom about a quirky "fat" (*stares into the camera*) woman who gets hired by a chaebol restaurant owner. They start out adversarial before eventually falling in love, with the hero working through his surprising feelings for this woman who does not fit his image of his ideal partner and the heroine overcoming her own body image and self-esteem issues. Sounds basic, right? But something about it just works. At the end, the heroine sings a love song to her beau with her terrible singing voice while he looks on adoringly, and something about it was just so touching that I actually burst into tears.

My Mister

One of my favorite endings of any drama ever. Our heroine Ji An has been through it, and via a platonic relationship with her older boss, she gets the support she needs to turn her life around. I spent half of this drama white knuckling in fear that they would try to turn the relationship romantic, but they stayed true to the purpose of this narrative. Instead of a romance, we end with the two of them running into each other on the street after a time skip. They meet eyes, he sees that she is happy and well and they just smile gently at each other. Perfection.

The Untamed

Possibly a controversial pick, given that this is significantly altered from the novel, which has a much better resolution to the romance. But given the constraints this adaptation was under and the need to keep the relationship ambiguous for censorship reasons, I think this show did a remarkable job of getting the romance across. This ending where they meet again on a hillside, Lan Wangji calls his name, Wei Wuxian turns and we see a smile slowly light his face up is absolutely beautiful and a very romantic note to leave us on.

This second group of endings are more bittersweet resolutions, but ones I thought really added to the poignancy of the stories and made the relationships feel all the more epic

Bad Buddy

Something that always surprises me about the way people talk about BBS is they often seem to...forget that the ending is actually really fucking sad? I guess because the couple is together and still happy with each other, folks overlook the deep melancholy of the circumstances under which they are able to maintain their relationship. So let me remind you! Pat and Pran are in a long distance relationship, they are still not out to anyone but their closest friends, and they are forced to put on a charade in front of their families so everyone can carry on pretending. They are still hiding, their family relationships are irreparably altered, and we know it's a constant strain on them. It's a perfect bittersweet note to drive home the serious sacrifices they are making in the name of filial piety even as they refuse to give each other up.

Crash Landing on You

Switzerland, the true MVP of this story. Se Ri and Jung Hyeok do not have the option of simply choosing one of their home countries to live in together, and both have obligations they cannot abandon at home. And so in the end they settle for being mostly apart, taking time together in neutral territory as often as they can manage. Is it enough? No, but it's better than moving on from each other.

Goblin

This story is a tragedy and it stuck to its guns on that while also finding a way to give the characters (and the viewers) some kind of happiness to hang onto. Shin is doomed to live forever and watch Eun Tak die over and over again, but at least he also gets to meet and be with her before each death. Him meeting her again in her second life, with the looming knowledge that he will outlive her again and be left alone, is a perfect combination of joyful and mournful, very appropriate for this story.

I Promised You the Moon

One of my favorite romance endings ever, because it does what the genre rarely allows in acknowledging that the couple may not, in fact, stay together forever, and that's okay. Oh-Aew decides to take Teh back because he wants to be with him and he hopes they may be better equipped to deal with their issues in the future, not because he feels confident things will not go wrong again. In fact, he directly acknowledges that they probably will. It's a very mature resolution and a fitting end to a coming of age story.

Someday or One Day

This time travel story ends with the leads deciding to break the loop they have been living in, sacrificing their romantic relationship in the process. It's a brave and selfless choice made to protect others, and the narrative rewards them by giving them some hope of another path to each other in the future. We leave them meeting again at a different time with a significant age gap and no memory of each other, and a hope that they will find a way to each other in this new reality.

These next two kind of stand on their own as unique, as I have not seen other dramas that pull off what their endings do

The Glory

The best thing about this drama is that it's a revenge story where the revenge is fully carried out, no one is given unearned redemption, and every character gets exactly what they deserve. That probably shouldn't be revelatory, but in my experience, it is! Asian dramas love to hand out unearned redemption to villainous characters, but this drama was simply Not. Having. It. It was such a satisfying watch.

Utsukushii Kare

The ending of this one pulled off the neat trick of reframing everything that came before it, flipping the perspective so that nothing about previous events actually changed, but our understanding of what it all meant was turned on its head. This is a difficult writing trick that requires deep understanding of your characters' psychology and full command of every detail of your story, and it was incredibly impressive. It instantly turned it into one of my all-time favorites.

Bonus question: Dramas with endings that were fantastic, but that made me never want to watch again because of the feels

I had to think on this one a bit because I actually really enjoy getting into my feelings over dramas and regularly torture myself by rewatching sad shit. But I did come up with two dramas that I probably won't ever watch again for different reasons: The Red Sleeve and Secret Love Affair. With TRS, it's rooted in a specific kind of pain that I found quite brutal as a viewer: the total denial of any moment of happy catharsis, which was an intentional and appropriate choice to underline its message. This is a love story that the heroine did not want or choose, and so she never gives in and embraces it, and neither can we. The show refuses to romanticize the concubine life and I respect it, but boy was it hard to watch.

With SLA, it's more a matter of the anxiety it provokes. That drama was, hands down, the most stressful watch experience of my life, even more than thrillers that are intentionally trying to stress me out! The romance is actually super compelling but you can't relax for a moment because everything is on a knife's edge. And the ending was not at all happy, but somehow still managed to feel like a breath of fresh air for both the heroine and us, because we finally escaped that confining dynamic she was trapped in. A perfect ending to a brilliant drama and also a watch experience I am not looking to repeat.

#bad buddy #crash landing on you #the untamed #goblin #the glory #utsukushii kare #i promised you the moon #someday or one day #drama recs #drama endings #thanks again for the ask!#i do love an excuse to ramble about my favorite dramas #shan answers #shan recommends

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sonsband · 2 months

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As Catiny’s main vocalist - who do you think has the spiciest vocals in kpop right meow?

How spicey do you mean?

(also if you like discussions of music I sometimes do those on my side blog changdyke and would love to talk about vocalists or music with people! okay shameless plug done)

Well, the spiciest vocals come from Changmin, who is a level 2 spicey boy at MOST. I mean, the 240105 Music Bank high note for "Down"? I don't know how half the boy groups didn't immediately vaporize as soon as he did That. I know it was probably just that he didn't hit the note at first, but he made it sound so good with that dissonance resolving into whistle register? (I would say something about Nissan Stadium Forever Love but until that's back up on YouTube I refuse to contemplate it so I don't burst into tears) But I'm a hater and don't like him so don't put him on the list.

EXID's Solji might not be active right meow, but she just did that musical so she counts!

Of course BTOB, Eunkwang and Minhyuk especially, I mean, "Boom" era was everything to me.

All of A.C.E, obviously, the world is a little brighter for their comeback. I can't wait for Donghun to absolutely devastate me again, but friendly reminder for your daily required viewing of their It's Live performance of "Goblin".

WayV's Xiaojun, I know Mujin Service is pitch corrected but the sheer emotion in "Ashes" is too much. He doesn't need to do as much as he does at all times, but thank god for it.

Does Forestella count as kpop? Because they've got the spice and the spicey vocals. All of them, but Woorim's wife was right to lock him down after that performance of "Bad Romance".

I might be ride or die for Seonghwa Main Vocal When, but back in like February 2021 I said San from Ateez strained a lot and he said "why would you say such a thing? btw hi lesbians" and just immediately went fuckin insane. I'm bummed it happened after they stopped actively promoting it but I will never shut up about how when he gets a mic for "Turbulence" he saves the whole song with that modulation to keep it from being a diminished fifth. I know he's a great dancer but he's vocal line for a reason. Watch "Breathe" btw.

SPEAKING OF "BREATHE"!!!! [edit: I got too excited to jump into IU that I forgot to finish this, sorry, I know it's a Lee Hi song] Lee Hi is that good good alto and the fact she had that voice at debut? We Love Altos.

IU!!!!! GIRL!!!!!!! No list of spiciest vocals would be complete without IU. "Love Poem" should be a UNESCO World Heritage piece of culture. I love her and I can't believe you're keeping her hostage and away from us, Addy.

Fun fact: DK is actually short for "DyKe rights" (editor's note: this is not true) and my sister will let me blast "Hot" in her car specifically so we can vocalize along with his chest voice there. He's got such a good ear.

The Boyz genuinely has some power vocals. Why do you think his name is SANGyeon? That video of him singing in a parking lot plays behind my eyes while I try to fall asleep.

Shownu simply does not get the credit he deserves as a vocalist. His voice is more subtle, so maybe not particularly spicey, but he's my husband and I will not let him go unappreciated on this list. What's the opposite of spicey? That's how I feel about I.M, except he's actually got interesting vocals, he's technically weaker but I think that makes him more interesting vocally. Plus he's the King of Vocal Fry (complimentary).

Another vocal fry master -- Taehyun from TXT. I feel so much about that kid. Most of it good.

For the hags, all of 2pm! (I'm not taking antipsychotics right now so I'm allowed to be delusional and they're active in my heart.) "Make It" was THE song of 2021, no notes at all. And "ADTOY" had no right to be that good. Also we love grown men being grown up spicey.

Woodz, don't talk to me about enlistment if I don't acknowledge it then it isn't happening. The live versions of "Chaser" and "Trigger" and "Accident" and and and and? I think his harmonizing gets overshadowed sometimes by his vocal power, especially since he has to harmonize with his backing track rather than another singer, but bro... bro... Also he was the closest to a Changmin "Mirotic" note, I will ignore any arguments to the contrary.

Red Velvet's Seulgi has really good vocals when she's given the chance to flex them, I really wish we could hear more from her. Underappreciated, tbh.

Highlight's Dongwoon, do we need to talk about that performance of "Fiction" again? Because I will talk about that performance of "Fiction" again. And I choose to believe his scene in "Good Luck" is part of the most watched section because of that little C# Major moment. Yeah his only other band mate Yeoseob is good but I gotta give the crown to Dongwoon. Also his outfits from last May's concerts were so spicey.

I'm so excited for Chungha's comeback. I know she's not really appreciated for her vocals since she's definitely a pop vocalist, but "Play"! I'm not even mad when she uses playback on music shows, she's in chest voice enough.

I can't believe I'm about to put a manlet on this list but Hui's got the spice. He's got the vocals. He deserves. That's all.

And how about Doyeon from Weki Meki. Siyeon from Dreamcatcher (omg that "Overdose" cover). Ailee, obviously. BB Girls Yujeong. Sistar just as a whole but especially Hyolyn, "Layin Low" changed me as a person and I swear it wasn't just the Nicole Kirkland choreo.

Okay I've just powered through so many Vocalists that my brain's been turned to mush. Tell me what else you think!

#you're welcome to yell at me to tell me who I forgot #Addy says they sent this ask here bc they forgot I do music stuff on changdyke but I think it's cause this blog is searchable #catiny #addy

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So, This Is A Mother's Love?

Pairing | Prisma Daerel x Gale Dekarios

Content Warning | a breif fire, mommy issues mentioned, motherhood

Word Count | 1.2K

Summary | Prisma and Gale's youngest daughter - Vienna Dekarios - is interested in being an artificier. But that puts a strain on Prisma's heart of her daughter's safety, this is when Prisma realizes what her own mother was going through. Why she was so protective of her. [ warning : "Dilthen Las" means "Little Leaf" in elvish. Also this is not Gale centric at all, he doesn't really do much. This is primarily focusing on Prisma and Vienna. ]

Hearing sounds from Prisma’s and Gale’s youngest daughter’s room had become normal for them. Prisma would come back and check-in, but she would get the usual thing - “I’m okay, mama! Come look at what I made though!” - and Gale has assured her Vienna was going to be okay, so that eased the poor elf’s heart if her husband wasn’t too concerned.

When Prisma heard the familiar bang but at a concerning volume and her daughter’s screams is when the elf instinct shot through her. Abandoning the plants she was tending to as she ran to her daughter’s bedroom.

The elf’s heart dropped seeing the fire and her daughter trying to extinguish it while screaming. A chill running through her body, so familiar it was like being hugged by an old friend. Quick Prisma casted “create water” and drenched the flames and most of her daughter’s things.

Those could be replaced. Her baby could not.

Prisma spotted her daughter in the dissipating smoke, sitting on the ground, looking dazed and having soot covering her. She got down to Vienna’s height and grabbed one of her shirts on the ground to wipe away the soot covering her face while exclaiming. “Honey, are you okay? What happened?”

“I’m okay, mama.” Vienna says in an almost dazed tone. Prisma felt close to tears as she saw how singed her daughter’s clothes and gloves were. Her hair was burnt too. But Vienna just stared at her destroyed creation.

“What happened?”

“I was trying to create a toy to throw Scratch balls for him.” Vienna told her, the beginnings of tears filling her beautiful purple eyes. “I’m so sorry, mama. I didn’t mean to.”

How tiny her little girl’s voice got gutted Prisma. She turned her daughter’s attention away from her creation to stare up at her face, killing her at the tears spilling down. She used Vienna’s shirt to wipe at her face. Removing soot covering her cheeks as she did.

Prisma finally understood her own mother. The fear that latched into her heart the moment she heard that explosion and her daughter’s screams. It’s something she’s never experienced before, the overwhelming sense of wanting to protect her baby from all harm was almost unbearable.

But the longer Prisma stared at her, she couldn’t help but see herself. Vienna and Tulin look nothing like her other than the shared purple eyes and pointed ears. Everything else was their father, all anyone ever told Prisma when they met their twins was how much they looked like Gale. But at this moment, Prisma saw herself in her daughter.

“I know you didn’t mean to, dilthen las. These things can happen when you try to make something. I promise, I’m not mad. I’ve done some things for the sake of having an adventure or when I was learning to be a druid and have ended up hurting myself. Prisma wiped the last of the soot off her face, kissing her forehead gently. “The only thing that matters to me is that you are safe and okay.”

“I’m so sorry.” Vienna sobs, Prisma was quick to pull her daughter into her embrace, letting her daughter cry into her chest and held her shaking form. Hearing her mutter how scared she was and how sorry she was.

“It’s okay, dilthen las. I’ve got you.”

The two sat on the floor together until Vienna’s cries calmed down, staying there for so long Prisma’s knee’s began to hurt, but she stayed there holding Vienna until the shaking and tears stopped. “Are you sure you aren’t angry?” Vienna whispers into her mother’s chest.

“Of course not. It was an accident, and accidents can happen.”

When Gale got home from Blackstaff is when Prisma filled him in on what had happened in Vienna’s room and she was feeling tender. He cleaned up her room with some spells and gave her some assuring words of comfort. Once it was time for everyone to get to bed is when Prisma came to check on her daughter - who was sitting on her bed and hugging the stuffed animal owlbear Halsin had given both twins. “Goodnight, dilthen las.” Prisma went to blow out the candle but stopped when it seemed Vienna had a question sitting on the tip of her tongue, but hesitating. “Something on your mind?”

“Yes, um…” Vienna ran her hand through the fake feathers of the owlbear, her cheeks blooming in a red. “Can I sleep with you and Daddy tonight?”

“Oh!” Prisma was surprised. Neither twin has shared her and her husband's bed since they were 7 years old. They had their own beds when they turned 5 - but any nightmare or just a want, they would let them crawl into their bed. - But it stopped when they turned 7. A part of Prisma was sad when it happened, but it was normal and she wanted to support her children’s decisions. Her heart fluttered that her daughter still felt comfortable to ask. “Of course, honey. Do you need anything to bring with you?”

Vienna looked around her room, hopping off her bed to grab one of her books, and then turned to her mother holding the stuffed animal and book now. “I’m ready!”

Gale was surprised but happy when Vienna came to their room, smiling when he saw she had a book and when she requested for him to read it to her. The three Dekarios got cozy in their bed after Prisma had blown out all the candles and had her husband produce a little light so he could read off the pages.

Prisma laid there and watched the two of them, her heart feeling so full it could burst at any moment. She wasn’t sure she could ever get this in her life. A husband who loved her for who she was and 4 children who brightened her life and gave a whole new meaning of love. The more she watched Vienna she couldn’t help but feel more excited to see what other things her daughter could get up to and this huge sense of pride that her daughter was nothing more than her true elf.

Maybe this is what a mother’s love is supposed to feel like. If it does, Prisma wished her own wasn’t so paralyzed by it and embraced it instead. Feel pride for who Prisma was instead of shutting it down.

She vowed to never do the same to any of her children.

“Vienna?” Prisma whispers.

“Yeah?” Vienna turned away from her father’s reading to look down to her mother, the sparkle in her eyes warming the older elf.

“Do you remember Uncle Astarions younger sister?” When Vienna perked up and nodded, Prisma continued. “She’s an artificier. How would you feel to learn from her on how to become one too?”

Vienna sat up straighter and hugged her stuffed animal closer, the sparkle in her daughter’s purple eyes brightening in a way that Prisma couldn’t help but wish to protect. She didn’t want to see it dim ever in her lifetime.

“That would be so cool! Can I, please?”

“I’ll write to her in the morning.”

“Thank you, mama!!” Prisma grunted as Vienna launched herself at her mother into a hug, abandoning her stuffed animals and her father’s story. Prisma smiled as she hugged her back. “You’re the best mama in the world!”

Prisma’s heart lurched and tears filled in her eyes against her will. She only had enough courage to speak up when she felt her husband’s hand touch her free shoulder and give it a squeeze. Catching the proud look on his face as he watched his two girls. And knowing intimately the weight of their daughter’s words.

“Thank you, dilthen las. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

#dnd character : prisma #prisma daerel #prisale #prisma x gale dekarios #gale dekarios x oc #original character #original female character #bg3 #bg3 kidfic #kid fic #oc & oc #baldurs gate 3

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sweatandwoe · 2 years

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Taking care of Singed after he got hurt plss 🙇🏻‍♂️

AWWWW Here's some Singed Fluff for you anon

Singed x GN!Reader Warnings: Descriptions of burns/medical procedures. Needles are mentioned. Angst and Fluff.

You're scared to touch him.

Every time you go to touch him, he has to brace himself. It can't be helped, you know that much. The burns need to be treated and he won't let anyone else touch him while he’s like this.

"I can only trust you with this, my love. Please."

He made it sound as if you ever had a choice, while you plunged the needle into his eye.

His right eye could not be saved. Turning a green hue, losing the iris and pupil completely. The same was said about his mouth, half of his lips were gone leaving exposed teeth. You had to bandage all of them as well, even after they had mostly healed. Kept his gums and tongue from drying out.

The bandages would have to be changed every other day now after most of the healing was done. He would still wince as you tied them around his torso, securing the ones that covered most of his head. It would be months before certain parts could be exposed.

It was hard to keep your hands steady at all, seeing your partner like this. A reminder of everything he suffered, and a continued reminder each time you touched him. The soft winces

Fingers trembled as you finished the last bandages along his arms. "You can lay back now."

A dry chuckle, of a voice that was more strained than it should be. It would remain that way, the damage in the explosion taking so much from him. "No endearment today?"

His hands were cold. Even with the wrappings that went around his palm. Long thing fingers curled around your hand, a sudden grip.

"What is the matter, love?"

"Nothing, dear."

There's a twitch of his lips, turning them downwards. The doctor doesn't fight as you slip your hand away, turning to go start dinner.

As you prepared dinner, your mind raced. The future seemed so uncertain even with his positive health diagnosis. He winced each time you touched him, and taking care of him now, though you would continue to do it without being asked, could be exhausting. Not just taking care of him but ensuring Shimmer production still went underway for Silco. Dealing with the man was a headache each time.

You find yourself missing your partner from beforehand when times were easy.

Two bowls are scooped out, heading back to the bedroom you had once shared before you had to leave it so Singed could have the space. He's moved once you come back in, towards his regular side of the bed.

Long fingers pat the spot beside him, eyes gazing up at you imploringly. "Join me?"

You do, sitting on the bed after months on the sofa. The couch had done you well, but it wasn't exactly comfortable in the small home space in the lab.

The tray is set over his lap, and you hold out a spoon to him. This much you know he can do, as he gently takes it from you. But not without first leaning down, pressing his covered mouth to the top of your head. He can't kiss, not really anymore, but the affection rings out the same.

One that continues, as you feel the flood over your cheeks once more. A sniff rises from you. An arm is around you next, drawing you in. There's a grunt from the contact that has you stiffen.

The words wretch out of you because if you don't ask now, you won't be brave enough to ask later. "Will we be okay?"

His hand squeezes. "That depends." It's a soft tone, one used for comfort that you haven't heard since the accident. "Will you tell me what's wrong?"

With the back of your hand, you rub the tears from your eyes. "I can't touch you without hurting you."

Very gently he pulls you further against him. A wince flashes over him, but it is gone almost as fast as it came. "It will pass."

"How do you know?"

The hand rises from you, moving until it's tracing your jaw. Slipping beneath your chin to turn your head to look at him.

With his free hand, he removes the bandages from around his mouth. Exposing what was left of the flesh and teeth. "Because I know this will heal. That I will be able to hold you and comfort you as you have done for me these past few months." He bends down once more, but close enough to feel his breath over your cheek. Warm and fanning over your skin. "And I wish to say a proper thank you, one I cannot do right now. But I can do this."

Lips and teeth press to your mouth. Hard from the burns and bone, but the pressure is easy to fall into. To press back against, until you both need to part for air.

There's no heat sliding in your belly, but a different warmth that fills your chest and spreads up your throat and then, into your cheeks. You tuck your head carefully under his chin and almost sob when he doesn't flinch, groan or wince. Hands gently hold you to him, resting a cheek against the top of your head.

It would take time, more time on the couch, more aching and tiring days. But now you knew, you could always join him for a while in the bed. Enjoy the soft embrace of one another, talk, and let him know what you were feeling. That you could trust him to understand the need to vent, though you did not blame him for what had happened.

"Dear?"

Singed hums.

One deep breath. "I love you, I want you always to know that."

From the way his cheek is pressed against you, you can feel the twitch of the smile on his face even if his lips won't match it. "I love you too, my dear."

#singed x reader #arcane #singed #daily drabble arcane #this one came out a bit longer

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doodle-pops · 2 years

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Beauty of Fire

Imagine you are one of silvan elves, living in Ossiriand. You were gifted with skill of pyromancy. You have lost your parents during the Long Journey. You were just a little lefling at that time. As you grew up, you had troubles controlling your ability, whenever you struggled with your emotions. Many of other inhabitants of the wooden realm feared you. Even if it was for a good reason - your tantrums were terrifying - it still often saddened you. You never really meant to hurt as nyone, elf and animals and trees alike.

King Denethor though saw great potential in you, when he learnt about your existence. He made sure you would get a proper training. Fast forwards, you succesfully finished your training and gained complete control over your ability. Soon enough, all could see the results of your effort.

Thanks to your help, silvan elves rarely needed to cut trees to keep fires going. You were even able to stop wildfires, even if it put a lot of strain or you. Or better, you could rather easily turn the wildfire against the orcs.

Until the king fell in the battle. The very first person who did not fear you, who became a father-figure to you. You were devastated so much, it had an impact on your ability. You soon realized you couldn't summon flames at your will anymore. You felt no longer useful and you left Ossiriand, where everything reminded you of your loss.

You wandered nothwest and when you vcame close to Himring, the cold winds had you tur and carry on to the west. Most of the time, you were alone, some times you joined Sindarin hunters.

One day you heard distant singing. This provoked your curiosity, so you carefully followed the sound, Untill you came upon a group od elves with eyes brighter than you have ever seen. Some of them were warriors, others were clearly hunters. One of them was sitting by the fire, playing his lute, while most of others listened to him. Just like you did.

It was like a vivid dream. You saw an unknown land, bathing in bright golden and silver light, coming from...from...huge bright trees. You didn't notice when the song ended, when you suddenly felt strong hands grabbing you.

You yelped with startle and trashed, overwhealmed by panic.

"My, what a strange catch you are bringing, Tyelko!" you heard from ginger twins. TWINS. "I believe our siren lured her here. What say you, little lizzard?" your captor grinned at you. He had hair of silver and was rather handsome. But also cocky. "Let go!" you protested, bright red. "Come on, Tyelko, this is not how we treat our guests," the singer joined the talk.

This was how you met the Fëanorians. Of course you were interrogated - sort of - over meal and miruvor. When it was clear you were no spy of the Enemy, you found them being rather kind and generous hosts. When they learnt about where you were from, they kept asking about your homeland, your people, language and customs. You asked about theirs. Just as their curiosity seemed insatiable so was yours. You joined them, thinking it was only temporary. You grew to like them and found a few things you had in common - you all have lost someone close recently.

After spending weeks with them, you found yourself more than useful. You became their guide and friend. Thanks to their help you were able to smile again.

One day, Macalaurë, or Maglor to you, sang a song he wrote for you. You were a blushing mess, when he ended. Thing was, that they stared at you as if they had seen a ghost or something.

"What's wrong?" "Y-you are...on fire. How come it doesn't burn you?!" Maglor stammered, eyes wide. ... FIRE?! You inspected yourself. Indeed, small flickering flames danced all over your arms and the rest of your body.

"You rekindled my fire," you exhaled with aw. Your eyes quickly teared up. "Thank you so much!" you hugged Maglor spontaneously. "Thanks to you, I am whole again..." you beamed your brightest smile at him. Maglor froze at first, but quickly noticed, that your flames are just warm. They did not burn.

Of course they wanted to know more about your ability. You told them and you showed them what all you could do. You became an invaluable asset. Once again you could help people. Be it in the forges, on the battlefield, or in the kitchens, or just entertaining children and adults alike with your fire dances, helping them forget their woes for a while. Nárinkë they named you - little flame.

One of them though won your heart, just as much you won his - the heart of the mighty singer, who could never get enough of watching you dance to his music, surrounded by fiery petals of your flames.

By scroll anon <(*//u//*)>

This gave me the last airbender vibes, especially Zuko, when he lost his ability to produce fire. ☺️

#📜 anon #maglor #maglor imagine #y/n imagines #silmarillion imagine #doodlepops responds

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My ex called...

My ex (who we'll call Zo) called me last night. I'm currently spending time with Sunshine at their home and the time I've spend here has been so relaxing. I've spent my days under warm blankets and drinking hot tea. Watching the sunrise and rain fall. The gloom of this state has me hooked honestly. I don't want to admit it but I want to move out here. I just don't want anyone to think its because Sunshine lives out here... But that would be the icing on the cake.

Just after Sunshine got home from work, while they were in the shower and after I had started cooking dinner, Zo calls me on Facebook Messenger of all apps. He called to tell me that he was going to be making a dangerous drive to work and if something happened to him on the way he wanted me to know that he loves me.

I was thrown for a fucking loop. I haven't heard from him in about a week or two. Not since he left my apartment crying after (regrettably) having sex. We had been trying to do some "will they wont they" "friends with benefits" thing but he's still not over the breakup and I'm still not over the events that proceeded the breakup.

I guess I owe you guys (aka the negative four people who's reading this) an explanation. It's a long one so I'll make that a whole post on its own. I may schedule it to come out before this one so there's more context. (meta)

Every time I hear from Zo, he can't help but tell me how much he misses me and how much worse his life is without me. He's always apologizing for what he did but, he doesn't even truly know what all he did. If you would have asked me two weeks ago if I truly wanted him out of my life I may not have been able to give an honest answer, but now, I'm sure I don't want him around.

His phone call genuinely scared me. It felt like what happened that night was about to happen all over again. I thought he was calling me giving me a heads up that he was planning on hurting himself. All these painful memories started rushing back in. Every word, every tear, every hole in the drywall flooded my memory.

I told Sunshine that Zo called and I know they could tell something was wrong. They kept asking me if I was ok or if I need some space. They could see that I was in distress and was looking for some way to help me feel better. I feel like an asshole every time I say that I'm fine when I'm really not. Like I'm denying us an opportunity for honesty. We're not even officially in a relationship but how can I expect them to want one when I can't bring myself to admit when I'm not ok.

I even started getting pissy and emotional. They didn't deserve that. Sunshine asked me why my voice sounded like I was choking up when talking and I didn't even realize that I was. I was. I was definitely (rather successfully) holding back tears. Even after getting called out I didn't open up. I kept saying I'm fine and kept trying to hide my obvious signs of anxiety.

My voice was straining. I was rubbing my legs excessively. I even had to pee every ten minutes. I was staring off into space thinking about nothing. (I think I do that when I'm trying to repress a memory.) I couldn't even finish the seared tuna steaks I cooked for dinner because I got nauseous.

Sunshine, who doesn't even watch TV, suggested I watch something. Adventure Time has been my comfort show since the breakup. I'm already on season eight. If you've watched the show you'll know that it's not nearly as light hearted at this point in the series. Finn apologizing to Flame Princess nearly made me cry. And watching him acknowledge that he's encountered a great amount of loss to a singing hole in the ground hit harder than I expected. I found myself after a few episodes just zoning out while Adventure Time played. I just turned off the tv and went to bed with Sunshine who proceeded to drape a weighted blanket over me. I needed that.

I don't deserve them...

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sukunasun · 2 years

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TALK | ROOMMATE GETO X READER

MEET ROOMMATE GETO HERE

geto doesn't do much to hide it. he's already hard in his pants, straining under the tight fabric of the new pair of jeans you bought him. even when you thought they would fit well, nothing really hides his bulge quite as well as when he's buried inside you. and you know this because it's exactly what he tells you then, "i need you right now," by the kitchen counter, he wraps an arm around your waist, grinding into your ass when you lean over to get a drink.

"we have guests," you remind him the moment his hands start to creep below your shirt, trailing right up to your breasts, groping them through your bra. god, his hands are a marvel. you love when he's so excitable, so needy because he doesn't make a show of it—he acts like the sweetest thing, so pure at heart, in front of gojo and these freshmen he's tutoring, the neighbours from down the hall, the twin girls who stop by from time to time (he's grown attached), they fell asleep on the couch, and the food delivery guy who's only here because geto can't say no, he makes everyone feel like they matter because they're important, the friendliest guy in the building, that 'rockstar' who makes sound production tutorials on youtube, the one who's got a heart twice the size of his tall frame, he is all of them, but you know just what he is behind closed doors.

he's always eager and hungry for you. no matter in secret or not, he just does a really good job at hiding it. you were often the reason for his desire, stirring from just a kiss on the lips or the way you wrap an arm around his bicep, and you think that it's so sexy, all the more so when he is so unaware of it, how much power he holds over you and your already vulnerable heart. his words slurring with cheek, he starts getting a little touchy, a little suggestive when he nips at your neck. pleads with you, "c'mon, i'll make it quick," he promises to do things you've always wanted to try, or to do that thing you like with his tongue, knowing he's got something planned when you catch the glint in his eye, "it's my birthday so i get to cum inside," he whispers right against your ear, husky and low and filled with something reserved only for when the two of you are alone, he's turned on, a vulgar side of him reveals itself, and just like he can't say no to others, you can't say no to his request.

in the next room, he's pulling your panties down your thighs, fingers curling around the waistband before snapping it against your hip. smiling to himself when your flesh bounces, loving the sound it makes. these are the things he wants to cherish, the details that never go unnoticed, he's always been the type and you don't think you could love him even more than you do because thinking back to when the laundry used to separate into two—his and hers, you had such an urge to steal a piece of him, anything at all, be it a shirt or a pair of shorts, you had wanted just that part of him to yourself. now he hurriedly tears his t-shirt off, balling it up in and casting it aside together with your panties by the corner. he's here, he's yours. and it's you making him this desperate, this wanting.

he shoots you a languid tipsy smile before he laughs, it sings right from his chest. drunk off the adrenaline, off the thrill of it all, you know he's already making it out to be one of those milestones in your relationship, the romantic in him never rests. he'll talk about this night like it was something scandalous, "we snuck away while you were still in the other room," he'll tell gojo when they're having lunch tomorrow, wriggling his eyebrows and looking every bit a smug bastard because he feels so adventurous, "can you believe it? we're the kind of couple that does that, we're spicy." all while being so oblivious to the fact that gojo would know spicy if he ever saw it, and geto's mild at most. but he can't help it, this guy puts so much heart into sex it's a wonder how he doesn't cry every time he orgasms.

he's leaving chaste kisses over every inch of skin he finds as he lays you over the guest bed, trailing his lips lower and lower, then blows a raspberry on your belly like you were a child. how precious you are; his darling, his muse, the star of his life, he sees you in every piece of art, in the songs he sings about, you weren't merely a subject but the very reason for his craft, his creation. and maybe this is just how he'd like it to be with you, a floating feeling, light on his feet and in his heart, but very, very, much intoxicated, inspired, obsessed because he can't find a way to describe just how he feels about you—not because he lacks in that area, this was someone who had an intuition unlike any other, always had a way with people, getting them to eat out of the palm of his hand was merely a menial task if he wanted to, let alone being loved by and loving him.

but what he doesn't know alongside all the other complicated things, he finds in the feeling he gets when your hips move along with his thrusts. slow and shallow, he buries his cock all the way to hilt. pulling out just that little bit and keeping you right where you are, he grinds down on you when he pushes back in. your clit rubbing over his pelvis, slick and so hot and it's like he wants to get deeper the way his tip kisses that spot inside you. "lemme try something," he shudders out because he can't contain it within himself how good it feels, how he wishes he could stay like this forever, everything he would ever need between your thighs.

bringing a hand up to where you two meet he lightly places a hand on your lower belly, his palm flat over the soft flesh. caressing back and forth with his thumb, there's a slight pressure at first, his skin is so hot, but also because he's still hard and pulsing inside you. he then tries to remember just what exactly he had seen in that lewd video he found on twitter awhile ago, before feelings were made known to each other—a short clip of an unidentified woman who had orgasmed so hard she had squirted all over the sheets when she did this one specific thing, a man presses down onto her lower belly as he simultaneously pounded into her.

and he doesn't know what was so arousing about it, doesn't matter what she looks like or where she comes from because when geto was touching himself to it then, jerking into his fist in the bathroom while you were busy preparing dinner, he had pictured you instead; your body writhing below him with shaking limbs because it was his cock that makes you feel good, his voice cooing at you, soothing your cries from the exhilarating pleasure, "i know baby, i know..." while his hand is at that exact spot below your navel, his wrist pressing into it, gently at first, gauging to see when your moans start turning into sharp squeals, pussy squeezing down on him. you're whining and begging for more, for him to keep doing whatever it is that makes you tremble. maybe it's because that woman had climaxed, that she had experienced the highest peak of pleasure all at the hands of her partner, he only wanted the same for you.

here, he replicates it the best he can. he's pressing down onto you with one hand while he places the other next to your head for leverage, sliding your hips up and over into his, straddling him and it pushes him just that little bit deeper and you hide your face, biting into your lip to suppress a scream. he fucking loves this and you know it, isn't able to hide it the way he groans and bites into your shoulder, your neck, he wants all of you. right now as he starts thrusting relentlessly into you, he savours it, watches you and your reaction to it because no one else would be able to, his fantasy comes to life; always so willing to let him use you any which way he wants, even when he's got guests over, even when he could have just taken care of his hard-on himself, he knows you're just as hungry as he is, you had wanted him like this and after that night spent rubbing yourself with him next door, you made him swear to never do it alone, that you would bend to his will, be the reason he got off, that the only way he'll be able to is when he's fucking your brains out—his personal pornstar.

your face twists into something lewd, nothing but pure pleasure is written all over it. in the way you can't keep from tearing up and letting it fall past the corners of your eyes, how you try to hide it in his arm because he's looking right at you, at the mess you succumb to. "look at me" he warns, halting his thrusts until you're meeting his eyes, that you know exactly who it is, the man who does it all to you.

when you turn towards him, he surprises you by leaning forward and kissing your quivering lips, a little apologetic when he wants to take you over the edge, but he knows you have to hold out, "my baby's so good for me," he utters softly, eating up the moans that come pouring out, "so fucking precious." he showers you with such affection and you can't do anything but receive it in full, feeling it wash over you like a wave, it crashes and you don't think your heart can takw it.

you pout at him with soft, adoring eyes, gasping when he starts moving again. "i-i'm gonna cum," you whined. already anticipating the feel of his cum flooding you, filling you up with every spurt. wanting to have him mark you, that you belonged to him and no one else. your core tightens as he goes faster, he's struggling to keep his voice down but he's willing to deal with it; the weird looks and the questions, he leaves it for later, there are still so many minutes to turn a year older, nothing matters more than watching you cum, feeling you spill all over his cock.

he hides his face in your neck, "do it, make my wish come true," he whispers, and you hug him closer, legs locked around his waist, keeping him there, your nails digging into his back. he drives into you harder, faster, and as he cums with a muffled groan, you squeeze down on him. pulsing and squirming over his length as your own orgasm washes over you, your release wet and running down his thighs, his balls covered with it.

when you're both coming down from the high, he makes his way towards the bathroom, rinses a hand towel over warm water before he ever so gently wipes you down with it. "how do you feel?" his voice is a little hoarse, bearing the weight of his worry. this was when he could have been selfish, put those jeans back on and walked right out with nothing but a slap on your ass and a kiss on the cheek, and yet, he only thinks of you, even on a day where he had a pass to do otherwise.

"i'm really happy," you reply, sincere and honest. and you kiss him til you're breathless, never being able to part from his lips, feeling him smile into it. that same smile stays on his face even after he's blowing the candles out.

#been writing geto hcs as a gift for myself and was contemplating which one i should post #maybe this one cause he's a freak and i love him #happy bday to my husband i love u muah #and happy bday to this specific ver of him because he's so nasty it's unbelievable #what a babe #inspired by hozier's talk cause tht songs rly good #sunpiece #saturated #geto suguru #geto suguru smut #geto suguru hcs #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk hcs #geto suguru x reader #roommate geto #geto suguru fic

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hwanchaesong · 2 years

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Hiii I’ve been following you for a long time now and this is my first time making a request so im kinda nervous cuz ur literally one of my faves kandksnddk

Can you please do ‘All too well’ with Seonghwa?

Just the heaviest angst with the fluffiest ending

I love ur fics sm AAAACKK have a nice dayyy~

a/n: heyy!! yes i remember you ksjshs omg thank you so much for being there right from the start. i really really appreciate it 🥺 so here's your request and i hope you like it 💚 @rielleluvs

👤: ATEEZ Park Seonghwa

📼: All Too Well - Taylor Swift

genre & warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of break-up and cheating

word count: 1.3k

for anyone who wants to, don't be shy and send me asks based on Prompts Request Song Version. Thank you so much!

"I guess this is it."

You looked at Seonghwa for the last time, somehow hoping that he'll wrap his arms around you and tell you that everything will be okay. That he'll do anything just to make you stay.

He did not.

"Yes, goodbye, Y/N."

Hearing your name roll off his tongue is foreign, you were so used to him calling you baby, honey, or darling and all that cringey petnames.

Change is inevitable, you already moved out and are currently living alone, but what really hurt the most was when he mailed back all of your things 2 weeks after the break-up.

Scrambling all of the box's content, everything in it reminded you of him. Then you noticed that one item is missing, your scarf.

The one that you left at his sister's house that he cunningly hid in his drawer afterwards. You have to get that back, it was a precious gift from your mom.

You fished for your phone, hesitantly dialling his number as your thumb hovered above the green button.

One ring.

Two rings.

He picked up.

"Hello?"

You missed his voice, damn it, you need to keep the tears at bay, maintain a steady voice and stop your hands from shaking.

"Hello, Seonghwa."

That doesn't sound right.

"I'm sorry for calling but," you took a deep breath, "my scarf isn't here."

A long, defeaning silence ensued before you choked on your saliva due to his unexpected response.

"I'm actually at the market right now, I'll pick you up there and I'll let you get it back from our-"

Seonghwa, from the other line, stopped himself from saying his next words, 'our home' isn't the term for that empty, cold setting.

He cleared his throat, "You can get it from the apartment yourself."

And he hung up on you.

Dumbfounded would be the best word to describe what you're feeling right now, that was out of the blue even for him.

You inhaled sharply and willed yourself that everything will be fine, nothing wrong could happen in that short amount of time you'll get to spend with him for the last time.

A loud knock on the door pulled you out of your self-hypnosis, that must be him.

You stood up and slowly opened the door, your breathing hitched when you saw the man that you loved, no wait, correction, still love, in front of you.

It was awkward, the only thing that you could do is fidget around, waiting for the man to talk and initiate what he originally planned.

Seonghwa doesn't know what to do, a hurricane wreaking havoc on him and all he wanted to do is hug and kiss you, but he can't, he shouldn't.

"Seonghwa?" you called out to him, worried about his well being when you noticed him being out of it.

Your voice snapped him out of his daze, shaking his head and forcing a strained smile at you, "Yeah, I'm sorry, let's get going."

He turned on his back and started walking towards his car, not forgetting to open the car door for you, a sweet habit of his that made your poor heart melt.

Situating yourself in the passenger seat, the drive brought a sorrowful nostalgia on your part.

You reminisced about the way the two of you blasted the radio on, singing at the top of your lungs. Him staring at you way too long that he almost brought the grim reaper into your lives way too soon.

It was too sudden, the blank canvas that the both of you painted with both pastels and neutral hues was destroyed like it was nothing but a piece of fake artwork.

Years of companionship and effort thrown out of the window because of his damn mistake, and you hated him for it.

But you hated yourself more because even after all that, you still have it in you to forgive him and be with him. You are still willing to give your withering relationship a shot.

A thing that wasn't considered when Seonghwa decided to give communication up. The main reason for the downfall of you and him.

The car came to a stop, arriving at the place that you once called your safe haven, now a dreaded chamber that suffocates you to no end.

Stepping foot inside, you were greeted by sentiments and promises, like a film, all those memories that you pushed at the back of your mind came rushing in like a tidal wave.

That untouched photo album on the counter that you used to skim whenever his mother told you stories about his childhood. Talking like you'll have a family with him after 5 years, predicting whose personality your future children would inherit.

The kitchen where you used to dance with him using the refrigerator light, him humming a gentle tune that served as your music for the night's pajama gala.

You find yourself unable to move, paralyzed on the spot when you felt a warm cloth being draped over your neck. Your hands automatically clutched the fabric, tears springing up from your eyes when you heard him apologize from behind you.

"I'm sorry for what I've done. I regret it so much, and I-"

Seonghwa braced himself, gathering all the courage to approach you, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"I can't let that scarf go like how I can't let go of you."

It's safe to say that you lost it with that statement of his. Your separation had caused a piece of you to shatter and now you're trying to bring yourself back up, he does this?

"Seonghwa," you mumbled shakily, not knowing what to say or how to handle the situation, "I want to believe you but I can't just forget the way you took me as your own that night, then the next morning someone is texting you that they miss you."

"She's a flame from my past and I don't give two shits about her! Baby, please listen to me."

He turned you around to face him, eyes glossy and desperate, ready to beg for you to not leave.

"I did not cheat on you." he cupped your cheeks, wiping the stray tears that gracefully cascaded down, "I will never do that to the person that I've considered the one real thing in my life."

You pushed him away, tired and frustrated with everything.

"Then why didn't you talk to me?! Why did you let me leave that day?! Why on earth did you let that girl continue to bullshit her way t-"

Your sentence was cut off when Seonghwa brought you back to his sturdy chest, this time, he lets his own tears flow freely.

"It's because I'm a fool!"

Heavy breathing and time ticking, coming to terms with the fact that what you had was gone, that nothing could be done to save the impending tragedy, yet here he is, whispering a new chapter with you.

"I thought that we'll be better off without each other and I was so fucking wrong."

He pressed his lips on the crown of your head, you're now full on crying at this point, your snot probably splotched on his balenciaga shirt though he couldn't care less.

"Life is miserable without you, I can't imagine living without you. So please," Seonghwa closed his eyes, pulling a bit away from you to look at you fully, wanting to show you how serious he is, "please give me one more chance."

Your heart is racing a million miles, brain short circuiting, will you accept this proposal and go through the start once more?

"I swear, to heaven and the stars, you're the only one that I'll give my heart and soul to. Please, be mine again."

Maybe you will, especially when you collided your lips with his, an emblem of your journey and new path that fate chose for you.

Wind running in your hair, footsteps down the stairs, a rare occurrence of a love story full with uncertainties but it's fine as long as you're with the man that you know all too well.

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fallout4reactsblog · 3 years

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I have a challenge for you, one that I think you can pull off. Fallout 4 Companions react to the SS struggling to use Kellog's revolver to put Shaun out of his misery before the Institute explodes. Bonus points for being really sad. Kick me in the feels.

The Institute is chaos. Lights flash, distorting the architecture, throwing shadows into harsh and threatening shapes. Screams echo down the halls, the cries of the wounded, the dying, the damned. Gunshots pop in their ears, adding to the commotion that threatens to overwhelm them.

They flick on the radio, and Travis's familiar voice helps to cut through the general din. Carefully, they peel away from the battle, picking their way through the Institute, seeking out the terminal that will let them turn on the evacuation order. The apocalypse may be descending for the second time, but just as they were spared by the Institute, so, too, will they spare the Institute from total annihilation.

The stairwells are quieter, and the chaos falls away below them as they climb. The song rings out a little clearer along the flat, shining walls, and they sing along with Skeeter Davis, hoping to calm their nerves. Their heart races in their chest, and while they'd hoped separation from the battle would help, it doesn't seem to be doing much, yet. They take a deep breath between verses, steeling themself against their own actions.

The terminal is open. They punch in the appropriate keys to order the evacuation, hear a siren cut through the air below them.

"Why do the birds go on singing?"

They jump at the sound of a voice above them, eyes flicking up to the mezzanine.

"Why do the stars glow above?"

They know that voice. They know it all too well. Hesitantly, they sing back, "Don't they know it's the end of the world?"

Their son finishes the verse. "It ended when I lost your love."

They ascend the stairs at lightning speed. Sure enough, there he is, hands clasped over his chest. Quietly, they whisper, "Shaun?"

"Hello," he says. "I admit, I wasn't expecting to see you."

"What are you doing here? I just gave the order to evacuate, this whole place is about to blow."

"I know, I know." He waves a hand through the air. "Smart, I admit, using the reactor like that. We never saw it coming."

He meets their eyes and says, "I never saw it coming."

They look into his eyes, into the eyes of their son, their little boy, and they whisper, "I'm sorry."

"I suppose it couldn't be helped. We took too long to make contact. Your mind was made up long before I spoke a word to you. You had plans in motion before you even knew it was me."

"You can still escape," they say, taking his hand. "The teleportation grid is still up. You could be gone and no one would be the wiser."

He shakes his head slowly, sadly. "Look at me. I'm in no condition to relay. The strain it would put on my body would instantly kill me." He shakes his head again. "No, like all good captains, I go down with the ship."

They grip his hand tighter, tears pricking their eyes. "It doesn't have to end like this."

"I'm afraid it does."

They press their forehead to the back of his hand, shoulders shaking with the weight of repressed sobs. He reaches over to cover their hand with his. His skin is soft.

"I have one more favor to ask you."

They look up at him. He is smiling. "Anything for my boy."

"I'm glad to hear that." His eyes flick to the gun at their belt. "A death at the hands of the reactor blast will be quick, painless, but cold. I'd much rather die here with you."

Their heart stops. "Shaun-"

"I'm sick," he says softly. "Everything hurts. Won't you spare me a few moments of that pain?"

"I- Shaun, I can't."

"You're the only one I could ask this of."

They choke on a sob, tears running down their face. Their voice breaks as they whisper. "But I just got you back."

He wipes away a tear. "This is a cruel world we live in. It takes everything from you when you least expect it. You ought to know that by now."

They do. They've fought so hard to get here, to their little boy, only to have him snatched by something just outside their reach once again.

"Please," he whispers.

Their heart shatters, and their hand falls to the gun on their belt.

"This is Kellog's pistol," they murmur to him. "I took it from him when I killed him. This is the gun that took everything from me, all those years ago. I took it as some sort of, I don't know, revenge on him, to force him to help me get back some of what he stole."

A smile graces their son's lips. "What a cruel twist of fate."

Their fingers shake as they curl around the grip. "Cruel, indeed."

Shaun closes his eyes as they draw the pistol. They smooth a piece of hair back from his forehead and slowly begin to sing their son one last lullaby, voice soft and slow, just like when he was a baby.

"Why does my heart go on beating?"

They flick off the safety.

"Why do these eyes of mine cry?"

They aim.

"Don't they know it's the end of the world?"

They close their eyes a moment, calling up every memory of their son that they have, every giggle, every smile.

"It ended when you said-"

They squeeze the trigger.

"Goodbye."

#angst #well well well a fellow angst enthusiast #i hope this is gut-punching enough for u anon #hope it's like getting kicked while you're down #bc that's how sole's feeling lmao #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #father #fo4 father #shaun #the institute #fo4 shaun

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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cuddles and warm hands

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

genre: fluff

tags: cuddling, bakugo being a tease to the reader pining??? lots of feels

a/n: i did this fic while also adding this bit of prompt:

“vi. neck kisses. fluttering down necks to the collar bone. dusting over the breastbone and staying there.” from this post <33 // wrote this at 3am so no beta

the air is crisp and cold tonight. bakugou can't help but murmur the godforsaken christmas song playing in the shop he passed by while on patrol. the damn thing got stuck in his head while he passed it. he recognized it as one of the songs that you were playing that morning.

it reminded him of the way you swayed your hips to the music, your sweet voice humming to the tune as you continued about your business in the comfort of your home.

he loved it when you are so engrossed in your own little world that he gets to just admire you from afar and see you being in your nature.

the heat in his cheeks make him lower his head to avoid the looks of other people, it's definitely not from the cold anymore.

all of a sudden, his phone buzzes with a new notification. he fished it from one of its safety compartment and your name immediately lights up his phone and his eyes.

Dumbass 💓

Katsuki, when will you be home?

judging from your message, you're being needy once again and he immediately knows what type of needy it is. it didn't follow another text from you so it means you weren't that desperate enough, and it could be for another reason.

Boom Boy 💥

not for another hour, why?

a few minutes passed before you responded. he scoffed at your little, “i miss you” and pocketed his phone. of course he misses you already, especially at this extremely cold climate that just bites on his skin and not pleasant at all while wearing his usual hero costume. he just had to wear this one today, doesn't he?

with one last patrol over the city, katsuki hurried to the agency and went home. he knows his baby is waiting for him and he can't wait to be wrapped in your arms as well to take all of worries away.

the moment katsuki arrived at your door, not even a second that his fingertip touched the doorknob did you opened it and grabbed him by his arm and inside he go.

“someone's especially needy today,” he chuckled, stroking your head that's buried deep in his chest. he swore you might melt in him and the two of you would be merged together forever.

“mmm, i missed you so much, katsuki.” you responded, voice muffled on his shirt.

“yeah, yeah. i missed you, too.” he mumbled, rubbing your back. “let me get out of this shit then we can continue this, alright?”

lifting up your chin, you looked into vermilliom eyes and nodded your head with a pout. bakugou smirked and leaned in to peck your lips. when you start to follow his lips for more, he pulled his head back and shook his head in disagreement.

“y/n, go to our room and wait for me there. can you do that? i promise i'll give you what you want, baby.” he commanded, his voice dropping low. he knows when he uses that tone with you it turns you into putty, and he's right.

with a soft whimper on your mouth, you nodded your head and obeyed his words.

sighing, he immediately went to the bathroom and took off his hero gear, stripping down his clothes before jumping inside the shower.

the warm water soothed his skin a lot, his sore muscles throbbing a little from the strain he put on them when he fought criminals and villains a while ago and over the course of the week. he lathered himself with soap and rubbed off the dirt and grime that stuck to his skin. he shampooed his hair and massaged it, imagining it was your soft and careful fingers doing it.

damn it, he should have asked you to join him in the shower. but he knows he's not up for any funny business right now should the moment presented itself while you're in there with him.

after rinsing himself and he's sure that he's completely - a hundred percent, germ-free - clean, he wrapped a towel around his lower half and proceeded to make his way to your shared bedroom.

he sees you sitting on the edge like a sweetheart. his heart swelled when your eyes light up the moment he walked into the room. your eyes roamed down his torso for a bit, making him snigger smugly. you rolled your eyes in return and turned your head away from him, crossing your arms.

“oh? are you mad at me?” katsuki raised his eyebrows in amusement as he ruffled through his drawers for clothes. he puts them on in front of you, all the while keeping an eye contact with you.

he's having the moment of his life and you're literally about to die because of all the blood that rushed to your cheeks because god, he's so gorgeous and why isn't he giving you love and affection already?

“no, i'm not.” yeah, you are. but it's petty kind of mad, than an actual i'm-pissed-off-at-you-and-not-gonna-talk-to-you mad.

huffing, katsuki finally lessend the distance between the two of you and you almost melted at the fact that his warmth is literally radiating off of him and all you want to do right now is be engulfed by him.

“so...somebody said they missed me,” his hand went to your head and he brought you close to his stomach as he stood over you while you remain seated on the edge of the bed. you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face even deeper into his toned stomach.

“yeah, i just wanted to cuddle you and i miss kissing you.” you usually weren't this needy but lately, while waiting for katsuki, you can't help but feel cold and yearn for his touch and lips against yours. you missed his warmth during the cold nights he couldn't sleep next to you because of his hero work. you missed the freezing mornings where the only source of warmth is the coffee in your hands and the sun peaking through the curtains, telling you that another day has passed.

“i know, baby. i'm sorry i'm not here often to give you enough attention.” he soothed, kissing the top of your head while rubbing circles on your back.

he pulls away, clutching you towards him. you followed suit and he laid on the bed with you on top of him. he admired you on one of his hoodies, looking so angelic and needy, and longing for him.

he never felt so loved and complete.

he slotted his hands against yours, the others tracing hearts and i love you's on the exposed skin on your waist. you're looking up at him like he hung the stars and breathed life into your lungs. at this point, maybe he did. you don't think you can even breathe properly on the days he's gone, and once he's there it's like everything has life again. and everything is alive, all is brighter, lovelier and you couldn't be happier to be with someone like him.

bringing your joined hands towards his lips, he littered small kisses from your fingers down to your wrists to your pulse, pausing there and gazing at you with so much love, you swear you could explode.

laughing gleefully, you nuzzled the space between his neck and shoulders.

“i love you so much,” you uttered it without thinking, without so much of a doubt that it took his breath away. for you to say those three words so carelessly to him, of all people still baffles him after all this time.

kissing the back of your hand, he felt his cheeks burn once more, eyes filling with unshed tears. turning his head to you, he ghosted his lips on your temple, “i love you more, dumbass”

leaning up on your forearms, your own lips landed on his exposed neck, showering kisses upon kisses on every skin your lips can touch and that your eyes can see. you traveled lower to his collarbones and placed kisses there as well, until you reached his breastbone. placing your final kiss, you brought yourself back down on top of him and leaned your ear on his chest. his heart beat is your most favorite sound. the in sync tune of both your hearts created a beautiful melody that all the angels and sirens will sing for all eternity.

#bakugou x y/n #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x you #bakugo x reader #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #bakugou katsuki fanfiction #bakugo imagines #bakugo fluff #bnha fluff #bakugo katsuki fluff #💫.bakugou katsuki #tarou writes 🌹

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dspd · 3 years

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ypu can thank @sokka-with-his-hair-down for the following word vomit with a lil jinzula content

just saw a jinzula reference and now I'm thinking about Azula being released from Fire Nation's version of a psych ward and going to get rehabilitated with Iroh in Ba Sing Se and Jin just being a cutie and helping the heck outta her until Azula is like...oh no I have feelings for a pleb what do I dooooo????

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okay so like...after the comet Azula's held in luxury as doctors try to help her. Zuko visits every day, staying as long as a young ruler can, only leaving on the bad days when she's starts to lose control, her guards handlers hurrying away when items go flying or her face twists in rage, screaming familiar insults fed by fear and the ghost of Ozai's upbringing. Eventually she regains some balance, Zuko's unwavering support and the calming repetition of her now hobby, tea making, the rocks that she clings to when she feels herself slipping. She quickly learns the palace holds too many triggers as she's allowed to venture beyond her suite, two guards following too close behind as she wanders the halls. She feels lost, more like an intruder in this remodeled building that somehow stills rakes her over and leaves her soul bleeding.

She walks past the pond Zuko and Mother loved and tears up when she sees the turtle ducks have returned. It's a tiny feeling but she can't control herself and turns away.

She wanders down a servant's corridor and remembers the one time she sat on Zuko, snapping sparks into his face and mocking him, repeating words Ozai had said to her, a raw, primal delightful power coursing through her, then a nugget of guilt growing when he begins to cry only to be crushed under defensiveness when Mother gathers him up, wiping his tears away...and ignores her again. She trembles and walks past quickly with a stiff legged gait, unwilling to run away yet unable to stay.

She tries not to think about whether the guards saw the tremor or whether she could look back and see contempt in their eyes.

She reaches the main doors to the Royal Hall and gasps when she remembers Mother's disappearance, Zuko's absence as he healed, then his banishment, all while Ozai tryna that gaze on her and built her up again, giving her more and more responsibility. She isn't sure if it's the remembered pride or the following memories of hiding in her bed and fear of failure that starts it but all of a sudden she's can't breathe and she's gasping, hanging onto the wall, trying to push it back, pull it inside and lock it away again and Zuko's pulling the door open, drawn by the shouting in that stupid, idiotic way of his instead of letting the guards handle it and he's pulling her in to a soft embrace that burns.

She's shuddering and sobbing and she knows it's bad because she can feel the rough fabric of Zuko's royal robes against her fingers as she clutches him, face pressed into his chest as she tries to cram her stupid, idiotic weakness into a tiny corner in the back of her head like Ozai taught her befits a royal. It doesn't work and she's overcome with the new crashing wave of frustration over her lack of control.

It's only when she feels the cool spread of that stupid bitch Katara's healing along her shoulders and neck that she manages to claw back into a semblance of who she needs to be. Those stupid hands with their stupid water bending pull her into the darkness of deep water, the overwhelming feelings floating on the surface she's sinking away from.

She's not deep enough, not numb enough, to miss the repulsive feeling when she finally looks at the guards and sees nothing but pity in the guards eyes.

So when Zuko, in that stupid, weak way of his, gently suggests she move away she's nauseatingly glad and shamefully hurt, little internal dragons that swoop and chase each other, nipping away until she's not sure of anything. She can hear him talking but it's a distant thing. She's too busy fighting the little voice in her head saying she's being abandoned again.

She wants to say it sounds like Father so she can dismiss it like she's been practicing, but it sounds too much like Mother.

Mother never lied so it must be true.

The move happens so fast that it feels like she blinks and she's standing at the entrance of Iroh's new home in the stupid city of lemming, Ba Sing Se. It’s cooler, She's kind of afraid in a new way. Mostly, she's tired.

So, so tired of being like this.

She's angry with herself next when Iroh gives her a critical glance and a tentative smile before taking her hands and welcoming her. She can't stop feeling things and even his words about starting over and reassures her that he's here for her and that he's sorry, that he feels like he abandoned her and he wants her to know that he never chose Zuko over her and he loves her very much...

That little voice changes into Zuko and Father and Ty Lee and Mai whispers to her and twists the meaning and she knows it's wrong but she's so tired of fighting it.

So she sighs and tries to smile and accepts his tea and hand holding and changes the subject.

When she finds out she'll be helping at his tea shop, she doesn't have the energy to be outraged that she, the stupid heir apparent of the Fire Nation, will be taking orders and delivering stupid, poorly brewed tea.

It's full and aggravating but she practices holding all that in. The nightmares slow, Zuko's letters reassure her, and she learns how to handle minor annoyances. She's mature enough to acknowledge she never learned how to handle them correctly the first time, something that makes her grin to herself in a moment of wry happiness. It's a bittersweet feeling and she's tired of feeling but still...it's new and exhilarating and she feels a bubble of hope in her chest.

In Ba Sing Se, she's nobody. It's oddly freeing to be Mr. Mushi's niece and her new name is nice in an unfamiliar way. She won't admit it but she likes the way the repeat customers act with her. They aren't afraid to joke with her or share a concern. A couple younger ones flirt with her and, as she peeks out from the bangs she's growing out, she's pleased it's friendly and without the teeth she came to expect from Father's generals who disagreed with her expanding military duties.

°°°

Early on, after moving in with Iroh, Azula was still prickly and unbalanced and bored out of her mind at the dull, repetitive lifestyle.

There's a quiet girl that comes in sometimes. She's soft-spoken, with a kind smile, but full of life at the same time. Azula remembers the first time she came in, greeting Iroh with a wide smile and talking to him like she's his niece, not Azula. Azula dismisses her with a sniff, turning to help another table but when Iroh sits down and shares a it with the girl, Azula can't help but sidle closer, ears straining to overhear. The girl - Jin, she later learns - had been a customer before when Iroh and Zuko had come to Ba Sing Se as refugees. No one can be so interested in her failure of an uncle so she grabs a broom and sweeps closer. When Jin asks after someone named Lee, Azula loses interest.

The girl is just another stupid commoner, obsessed with boys or whatever. Nothing interesting.

By Agni, she's so bored.

A few days later the girl returns, carrying a box filled with the local excuse of food and Azula buries her sneer of displeasure when Iroh pulls his apron off in a hurry, sliding into the booth, bald spot almost outshining like the girl's eyes.

Azula realizes she's been staring into the stupid girl's eyes and looks away. Her scowl grows as a stupid grandpa comes in with muddy shoes, ruining the floor she just finished cleaning. She stares at the tracks, hopelessness trapping her in place. The stupid grandpa doesn't even notice as he finds a seat and the hopelessness sours into bitterness.

Of course.

She's a failure, too.

A prickle between her shoulder blades warns he and she looks up. Right into Failure Iroh's stupid commoner girlfriend's gaze. They lock eyes and Azula struggles to hold it. Even if she can't be what Father raised her to be, she won't lose to this stupid smiley girl.

She can't stand it, that peculiar sensation of being watched, so she looks away. Failure Azula. Just like Iroh and Zuko and Mother. She glances back, bracing herself for the inevitable stupid judgemental look but the girl is smiling shyly at her and walking up, introducing herself and so friendly and stupidly nice. Azula's anger is simmering but she's confused and why would this girl be so nice to a stranger????

So, like her failures for family members, Azula flees.

It's not exactly an auspicious start, and Azula knows she's spiralling when she spends twenty minutes interrogating Iroh that night. What did her tell the stupid commoner? Did he ask her to approach? What does she want?

Iroh's calm at first but as Azula's voice rises and she pulls at her hair to feel something other than panic and keeps asking again and again his stupid face changes. She realizes with a start that he's seeing her for real. The rotten core of her that she's managed to hide away from even Zuko. The part of her that drove Mother away. It's written all over his stupid face.

Azula can't sit still anymore. She jumps up and is out the window in moments, shimmying down the wall and disappearing. She runs quietly, keeping to shadowy streets and inky black alleys. She's lost by the time the frenetic energy seeps out of her body, a stitch in her side forcing her to pause at a fountain for a stretch and drink.

Azula stretches out on the lip of the fountain, staring up at the stars. She used to hate the night sky. It's a visible, inevitable reminder of the Fire Nation's weakness. Her weakness. Every day, as the sun sinks below the horizon, Azula feels the fizzle of her bending wane, that hot space below and to the left of her heart cooling from hot, blue flames to red-orange fingers. It's barely more than embers in the Earth Kingdom as the days grow cooler and Azula's not sure how to feel about it.

There's a step across the courtyard and Azula's slipping down into the shadows again as two stupid lemmings approach. One is holding a torch while the other swings empty buckets. Azula frowns. Somehow the cheerfulness isn't as grading as usual. Their voices are soft in the quiet.

Azula closes her eyes and wonders if she'll ever feel half as content and comfortable as the air these two exude. There's the sound of splashes on the other side of the fountain.

One of the girls sighs. "I wish we could look at the lanterns tonight."

Only years of training lock Azula in place. It's Iroh's stupid commoner girlfriend.

The other girl laughs. "You know they're only lot for festivals, Jin."

"Except that one time," Iroh's stu- Jin replies, "I still can't believe Lee lit them."

Azula can almost smell the stupid happiness from the memory.

"Yeah, yeah. You have wierd luck with dates, I get it. Hurry up.and grab the other bucket! We still have to come back for more."

Based on the sounds, Azula can picture them struggling back the way they came.

Something makes her pause at the edge of the courtyard before leaving. She hesitates. But then she can hear the duo approaching again and she makes up her mind.

She pretends she doesn't stay long enough to hear the gasps of surprise before she hightails it out of there.

The feeling of elation that fills her chest and slides down her arms reminds her of the day she stood on the deck of a war balloon for the first time.

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so...yeah...I wasn't planning any of this so idk where it goes but in the end Azula eventually has it bad and idk maybe Mai and Ty Lee come to visit, tentatively open to trying to be friends for real this time and, after seeing Azula's interest, Ty Lee wheedles Jin's story out of Iroh near the end of their visit. Mai's holding her face with an I can't believe this is happening expression, Iroh is concentrating too hard on his tea pot, and Azula's face is red as Ty Lee chokes out that of course Azula and Zuko would have the same taste in women.

And maybe the next day, when Jin slips her hand into Azula's while they wave goodbye, Azula looks at Jin who catches the look and smiles that smile she hated so much at first and Azula has the revelation of her life

#atla #my writing #jinzula

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