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beiasluv · 4 months

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ice creams? | cl16 + al12

a/n: Idk this is so random, lmk if you guys found it cute or weird 💀

Being a Monegasque resident had its perks – being the Leclercs’ neighbor also had its perks.

Like getting a bowl of Bouillabaisse when they heard you were sick, getting invited to Charles’s karting race – and he won, or babysitting the little devils. One of them was Charles, a seven-year-old, or what he likes to say that he is ‘thee years older than arth’; and Arthur, the four-year-old.

Okay, maybe that last one wasn’t much of a perk.

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Fridays called for an extra long time in bed, snuggling into your air-conditioned room and, definitely, without a blasting ringing down your hallway – your cream-colored house phone, hanging by the bronzed framed mirror.

Groaning as you threw the pink duvet off your body, slipping into your slippers – not so sure whether your parents leaving for a business trip was so good after all.

“Hello?” You said, rubbing your eyes clear to make out the dimmed outlines of your hallway. Approaching midnight if your mental clock worked properly.

“Hi, chérie,” came the reply, the caller not sounding not so much better than you. “I’m sorry for calling in so late, is it possible for you to look after the boys–”

“Yes– yes, I’ll be over.” It slipped off your mouth, not sure whether where that urgency came from. Or was it the growing worry for the two little boys.

“Oh, thank you. Thank you, chérie.” She sighed. “Lorenzo got himself in trouble, we’re going to the ER–”

“Maman, don’t worry. I got them,” you cut her off, shaking your head unconsciously. Perhaps biting your smile that how one of them managed to get in trouble again this week.

“Thank you so much, dear.”

Mumbling the last ‘see you’ to the speaker, you hung the handset back to its hook on the wall. Not that it was the end of the world babysitting the younger Leclercs, they were sweethearts – what’s the worst that could happen, right?

—

Everything came in a blur: knocking at their front door, Pascale and Harvé rushing to greet you while whisking Lorenzo out the door, and then seeing Charles and Arthur coloring with their crayons on the carpet in the middle of the living room.

The one that you were so sure was filled with tears a couple of hours ago while ‘whatever happened’ happened.

Now, the three of you found yourselves on the sofa, watching the television, and the boys stuffing their faces with popcorn just to make them a little bit fuller and slower.

Which, you were sure, was not happening any soon. They were restless. A giggling mess, if you will.

“Aren’t you guys a little tired?” You asked, trying to see if they were hinting just a little bit of a yearning for bed, that you were sure to whisk them away if they were. Yawning and rubbing your eyes were not helping.

Arthur got his little legs propped up in a ‘M-shaped’ way, while Charles snuggled next to your arms on the other side. They blinked their brown eyes from stimulating cartoons on the television to your eyes – still big and bright as ever.

"Nooo..." both Charles and Arthur replied almost at the same time, shaking their little heads left to right. The older one said with his mouth full of popcorn and the younger one continued to find his arms in an interesting position.

“Alright…what do you guys wanna do?” You appealed to in defeat, rubbing your eyes.

"Let's play hide and seek!" Arthur yelled, looking at his brother for a support. As if seeing the little gears turning in little Charles’s head, his little eyes litting up in the process.

"Yes! Please? Yn? Please?" Charles replied, leaving the popcorn bucket and candy bag on the table. Jumping up and down while giving you the best puppy eyes.

Sighing, there was no other choice. You either play the game or get dragged into some new invented game – that would definitely took more time to explain than to participate.

“Yes…yes,” your eyes turned upside down at their enthusiasm, wiping the popcorn from Arthur’s mouth corner. Booping Arthur’s nose softly, “You are the seeker.”

“Awe,” the younger one slumped on the couch. Dramatically lifting his arms as high as he could.

“Ha! What about me?” Charles interjected, intertwining between your arms – between you and Arthur.

“Charlie–”

“Start counting Arth!” Charles said with a change of mind as he run away with his little legs from Arthur – you doing the same. With the only goal of finding a good spot, maybe you’ll get a little nap while Arthur tries to navigate the house.

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Long enough, you finally heard a higher-pitched laughter followed by a slightly lower-pitched groan: letting you know that they got back together. Besides, the stumbling sounds enlightened you that they started looking through the kitchen, they opened the refrigerator, the pantry, the cabinets...

They ran everywhere, yelling and laughing. Sometimes just to hear the other one laughing too.

“Yn!” “Where are you!”

Little hands grabbing all the places they could grab, climbing on top of each other if they wanted – still looking around and getting into weird positions to look under the furniture.

Charles and Arthur started to get a little frustrated at not finding you, and this little bit of stress made them nervous, making all kind of noises.

"Where is she? Where is she?" Charles yelled, looking at his younger brother – his head getting a little redder from looking upside down under the cabinets.

"Maybe she is in the bathroom! Or maybe she ran out of the house?" Arthur replied, in a loud voice, getting into weird positions too.

"Maybe she went to papa’s room!" Charles replied, and both he and his younger brother ran their little ways up the stairs to check the adults' bedroom.

The room stood still as they pushed the door open. There was maman’s perfume on her side table, papa’s reading glasses on the other side, and something on the dresser – too tall for them to see. The two little boys searched every corner, they even checked under the bed, but there was no trace of your jeans hem or khaki sweater.

At that moment, they were starting to get hopeless, and they did what hopeless children do best: sniffling.

Little sniffles turned into hiccups, hiccups turned into cries. Arthur seeing his brother wiping his little eyes dry, he found himself slumping on the floor, mimicking Charles’s teary eyes.

“Oh, no– I’m here– awe, guys–”

Without wasting another minute, the boys ran to hug you – clinging and wiping their faces onto your sweater. You welcomed them with open arms, and little kiss for each one.

“We couldn’t find you!” Charles hiccuped out, faltered-heartily, while Arthur just nodded and mumbled something. Now, they were like a pair of puppies, begging for your attention.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you chuckled at the sight, rubbing and patting their backs.

“No funny!” Arthur hid is face in your chest.

The little boys remained in your arms, hugging tightly, like two pieces of dough. Tears resided into just stains and hiccups returned into sniffles.

“Alright– I’m sorry,” you nodded, making zipping motion while continuing rubbing their arms. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

Just maybe the fact that Charles slowly tear his face away from comfort, showing cheeky smiles…

“Can we have some ice cream?”

“Please? Please?" Arthur replied, with his head still down, hugging her with all his might.

“But you guys already had…” knowing they are a little faltered hearted at the incident – maybe using it to their little advantages. “fine. But no more–”

"Yay!!" they replied in excitement, jumping out of your arms, but keeping you close by. “Thank you Yn!”

Now more hopeful and happy, the little boys ran towards the kitchen without saying another word. They were now a duo in a mission for food, and to cause as much trouble as possible on their route…

I have a mark fic incoming…lmk if you guys are interested??😘😘

interact if y’all liked it, do what ever you want. Imma start writing fics again 💀

today’s a good day to take care of yourself!!

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p1utofairy · 7 months

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PAC: “i get so weak in the knees, i can hardly speak. i lose all control and something takes over me…” 💌⏳🦢🍸

• how does your crush currently feel about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. here's something to kick off fall 🍂 take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 📩 —

heyyy pile 1! let's jump right into your reading 🤗 i'm already hearing that you think about your crush A LOT like you can't get them off your mind even if you tried and they feel the exact same way. you two mirror each other so if you feel intensely about them, they're also feeling intensely about you even if they don't convey that outwardly (i.e. their facial expressions/body language) i feel like they’re not used to having a huge crush on someone, it usually just kinda…happens for them??? like they don't usually have to put a lot of work in to make someone fall for them (bc i'm visually seeing that they're pretty damn attractive) but that's not gonna cut it with you — they just can't get by on their looks. you're big on taking your time to get to know someone and building up that level of trust and respect. you carry yourself very well pile 1 and that's really what made them do a double take when they first saw you. you're 1 of 1 — they've never seen anyone like you before. i'm hearing that some of you may look exotic or people tell you that you resemble a specific celebrity a lot? idk but just know you get the blood rushing through their veins lol they can't help but feel excited when they're around you, yet they barely know you which is the crazy part. they feel like they know you but they don't…and that's what so intriguing to them. stranger by jhené aiko is coming to mind, “i know ya face, i know ya name but i don't know you? isn't that crazy? isn't that crazy?” you may judge them at first and already think the worst like “oh i bet they’re a player!” but don’t jump to conclusions! give it a chance. they may actually surprise you and treat you like royalty, cause i feel a lot of adoration coming from their end…even though they know little to nothing about you. i want you around by snoh aalegra is playing in my head, “it's somethin' 'bout the way you stare into my eyes. i know that i don't make things clear. i fall for you every time i try to resist you.” they’re gonna fall hard for you pile 1. they’re definitely going to want to get serious and make this official which will shock you both, because of how fast things will just come together naturally. AHHH I LOVE IT.

other channeled messages:

whoa by snoh aalegra, kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy ft. sammie, tattoos, glasses, scorpio placements/scorpio moon, wifey, bright smile, almond shaped eyes, petite figure, girl of my dreams, kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina, u are my high by dj snake & future, prominent air sign placements

pile 2 ⚖️ —

hiiiii pile 2 💓 right away i’m hearing that your crush feels like you’re unattainable? you might be really popular or a naturally social person that everyone clings to, and they find this a bit intimidating. they don’t know how to approach you – they've been trying to figure out how to get your attention but little do they know that they already have it. y'all might have a dynamic like summer and seth from ‘the O.C.’ and/or stiles and lydia from ‘teen wolf’ aw when they find out you like them back it'll most likely catch them off guard like “who?! ME?!” lol they’re so cute. you’re very dreamy to them, they'll damn near start drooling when you’re in close proximity to them…i’m also hearing that they love the way you dress. you show just enough to let their imagination wander lol idk if they wanted me to say that cause i can see their cheeks getting red and them getting all flustered 🤣 let me just say that they respect you so much! they’ll feel so lucky to finally get to know you on a personal level because they’ve been inquiring about you for awhile now. you’ll be everything that they dreamed of plus more & vice versa. there’s definitely a best friend dynamic at the root of this connection, you both will be able to be yourselves unapologetically when you're together. i feel sooo much warmth and comfort. idk why belly and jeremiah from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ just popped up in my head lol but yeah they will love holding you gently and staring into your eyes longingly 😩 SO ADORBS.

other channeled messages:

the cool girl & the gamer boy, no idea by don toliver, just talk to her dude, victor from corpse bride, timothée chalamet, bilingual, hit different by sza ft. ty dolla $ign, my forever boy, good days by sza, skateboarding

pile 3 ⚓️ —

pile 333 💫 what's up!!! i channeled a song for y'all already, come over by aaliyah is coming in strongly. “i know you're asleep but you're on my mind and i'm wide awake and i wanna stop by.” ooo there’s a very sensual vibe between you and your crush, a lot of sexual attraction and tension i'm picking up. you two would make a great looking couple — a lot of people will be looking at you two when you're interacting with each other. it's like “can those two get a room already and just fuck” LMAOOO some will be hating but others will just be admiring like damn i wish i had that. i feel like your crush makes you act really shy lol you try to muster up the courage to look them in the eye and be bold but you fold every time lol i’m hearing them say “don’t be shy baby” 😩 your crush knows what they're doingggggg omg they just love to tease you. a couple that's coming to mind is joey and pacey from ‘dawson's creek’ you may not have paid them much mind initially but one day something clicked and you were like damn…i really like them. it might take a little minute for y'all to officially get together but once you two do…WHEW. i told y'all the sexual tension is through the roof — i’m hearing this is that 90’s r&b type of love. a lot of slow burn and building up to the real thing. they think so much about what it'll be like to finally be able to hold you, kiss you and treat you properly. you evoke a lot of inspiration, motivation and passion in them pile 3 <3

other channeled messages:

halfcrazy by musiq soulchild, take a picture it'll last longer, lavender haze by taylor swift, muse by partynexydoor, capricorn placements/capricorn venus, you're like my own personal brand of heroin - edward cullen (lol)

#pac #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a card reading #love pac #intuitive reading #pac reading #love reading #energy reading #tarot reading #tarot #tarot pac #pac tarot #p1utofairy

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cybrpwup · 1 year

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ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ || ʏᴜᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Jealous!Yumi x f!reader !

Warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, idk how I feel ab this one it might b bad summary: Yumi wants to talk to Y/n, but Nick got to her first requested?: yes ! ↳ Hii, I was wondering if you could do a Yumi x y/n smut? ↳ PLEASE I NEED JEALOUS YUMI SMUT PLEASE

It could have been luck; many people believe in luck and fate and coincidence because life is difficult to explain. And it was even more difficult to explain just how Yumi came to be at that same gathering on that same night as Y/N.

He thought it could have – must have – been luck.

Yumi never saw Y/N outside of video plans. He first met her in one of Isaac’s discord videos. Then he finally saw her for the first time when Will invited her over for a vlog. And again when she came over to the house for a video. Closest he ever got was sitting in the same table at a restaurant. And in all that time, he still was not 100% sure who she was or who she was with.

Who was she?

A star in an obscure corner of youtube? A secret girlfriend kept hidden from fans?

He did not know.

But he did know that every time he’d noticed Nick grin and his change in body language when they were talking, he felt a twinge. It wasn’t anger or hatred. This was something else entirely. His heart would pound in his ears and he could feel a lump forming in his throat. He didn’t want to feel like this, not when everyone else was so happy. Yet there he was, turning green with jealousy. Worse yet, he couldn’t understand why.

He’d only talked to Isaac about his crush, to which he reassured him, Y/n and Nick weren’t going out and he should just go for it. But he found it hard to believe.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

He was taken out of his thoughts

"What, Nick?"

Nick had already popped into his room multiple times before.

A soft voice muttered, "Not Nick. Can I come in?"

"Oh. Um..." Yumi grimaced at the state of his dim bedroom. "...Yeah."

The door opened with caution, creaking on its hinges. Behind it was Y/N. As she came in the room she made a motion with her hand to the light switch and – after waiting for an approving nod – flipped it.

Awash in off-white lighting (the least flattering of all light) Y/N was still beautiful. Not that all aspects of her matched cosmetic conventions, but that it could not possibly matter to Yumi. Because he was not enthralled with the shape of her nose or cheekbones. He was enthralled with her.

Or no. Yumi was not enthralled. That would be wrong.

Y/N could be Nick’s girlfriend. And Nick is his friend.

He respects him. He respects that. Right?

"Hi. Nick told me you were up here. I hope that's ok." Y/N smiled. She looked around for a second before crossing to his bed, and taking a seat on the edge of it.

"Sure, no worries.” Yumi put his feet flat on the floor but remained seated.

“Listen. I know I could've texted, but I wanted to tell you in-person."

"Tell me what?" He hit a button to turn off his monitor. Lacing his fingers, he held his hands together in his lap. Yumi moved his desk chair to be facing Y/N. Level with one another. He searched her face.

Perhaps disliking the weight of his eyes, she stood and began to pace the length of his bedroom. Stopping far from him – on the other side of the bed – near his door. Y/N rubbed her neck before speaking in a rushed voice, "Isaac told me something."

He nodded. "Ok." Yumi’s ears perked up, and he sat straighter in his chair. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Someone was calling him. It was not the time to answer.

"He had a couple drinks,” she started, “he said something about how you could steal me from Nick – if you wanted."

Shit. Colour drained from his pale cheeks. His adam's apple quivered as he wondered how come things all of a sudden looked like he was viewing them through a fisheye lens. Shit. Fuck.

His suspicion was confirmed. They were seeing each other

His phone buzzed again; he ignored it again.

It was clear Yumi was not prepared to speak, so Y/N followed up with, "He also said you did."

She shortened the distance between them, positioning herself to be standing, so his knees (him being seated still) were centimetres from touching her thighs. Yumi made no comment until she took another half step pushing Yumi to part his legs, so she stood between them.

"Um—I did? Did what?" He asked in a shaking voice.

"Did want to..." Y/N bent forward, putting a hand on the top of his chair for support. Diving into him, she appeared as if she were going to attack his neck, but a graceful swerve at the last possible moment sent her placing a light kiss behind his ear "...steal me from Nick."

Doing his best not to move, Yumi held his head straight. He stared with extreme intensity at some wall shelving and wondered if his eyes could be shaking. "Isaac talks—um—uh a lot. I don't know wh—where he came up with that."

In his pocket, his phone buzzed and buzzed.

"So, it's not true?" She held her face just above his, so her sweet breath hit his lips. Y/N took advantage of him being distracted and set her knees on the outside of his legs on the chair in a clean, single-motion.

Out of instinct and having been in similar situations before, Yumi grabbed the outside of her thighs to help hold her up. Realizing what he did, he retracted and held his hands up like he was in the middle of a shootout.

All the while, his phone continued buzzing, and he continued ignoring it.

Unable to keep focused on the conversation, Yumi allowed himself to dreamily gaze upon Y/N. Lost in himself: in her: in their closeness. He was spellbound. Each move dripped with intent. Y/N pulled her hand off the top of the chair and brought it to rest on his shoulder, with her thumb swiping slow across his collarbone. She ducked her head.

His phone buzzed.

Yumi’s eyelids slid down in defeat, and their lips met in the soft exchange.

And it might have continued – might have escalated – but he withdrew and whispered practically into her mouth, "Stop."

Y/N pulled back enough that their noses could still touch and gave him a look like a kicked puppy.

"I can't be doing this with you." Unrelenting. Yumi took hold of her shoulders and guided her off him. "You're with Nick. It's wrong."

Y/N attempted to cover her face under the guise of fussing with her hair. Eyes welled with embarrassment.

His phone buzzed, and that was it. Exhausted. Irritated. Yumi pulled out his phone and looked at it. The moment he did, his vision went out. Out – like he had finally hit the ground after a long fall.

Yumi woke up alone in his bedroom, curled in his desk chair with his editing software sat idling on the monitor. A quarter through raw footage, he had fallen asleep. Y/N had not been there. Y/n was not in a relationship with Nick.

Regaining his composure at what he considered as being too much to process at once, he sighed.

—

Commemorating Nick for hitting 1 million subscribers, they hosted a small get together at the house including a couple friends and her

Yumi watched Y/N dancing and laughing through the open space of the living room, swimming amongst the small group of people, and being accepted into smaller groups – smiled at – chatted with – recognized. Everyone had eyes on her at some time or another though his eyes never left.

She bounced with the beat and danced moves that were not the most graceful but were also not exclusive to the robot. Y/N held onto a playful closed-mouth smile. Her tousled hair shined with product or maybe a little grease. Blue of the lights bounced off her eyes and cheeks and lips; Yumi’s gaze lingered on her lips.

Y/N was a dream – better than a dream because she did not fade – it was then unfortunate that he thought himself a nightmare; that while her presence brought delight and laughter, he brought depression and uncomfortable smiles.

It was unreasonable of him to flush hot with spite at watching a Nick approach Y/N. But he did. Nick tapped her shoulder and – when Y/N turned around – hauled her into a serious embrace. He held her flush against his chest. Ten seconds passed, a lot of time to be stood motionless. As she pulled back, Nick dragged her hand down Y/N’s arm, stopping to hold Y/N around the wrist after the two separated.

It was obvious, perhaps not to everyone, but certainly, to Yumi. Nick was not peering upon Y/N’s face with eyes of friendship but of desire, an amorous gaze which screamed that he was interested.

And Y/N did not look to be refusing.

Yumi’s throat tightened, and his mouth tasted of dirt. All the swallowed words he wished he had said, sat in his stomach like a stone. Earlier that evening, he had fussed over his hair; put thought into his clothes; worked and reworked conversation starters; made himself ill with nerves; all in preparation to impress a woman with a boyfriend. It was almost laughable.

There was a pinprick behind his eyes, and he looked down to blink hard. His shoulders fell, the corners of his mouth fell, his heart fell, and met the stone in his stomach. He left to refill his drink; he had to weave an odd path through the people to avoid sloshing drinks, drunk stumbles, and the occasional near elbow to the nose.

Yumi did not know what to do with himself; he wanted to leave – all he wanted to do was leave – but it was not an option. Leaving would mean questions and concerned looks, and though he was grateful for his friends at times, he knew he would go mad if even one of them asked him a single—

“You alright?” asked a familiar voice as a familiar hand landed on his shoulder. It was Nick. Yumi was so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed him - his forehead was wet with sweat.

Yumi shrugged. He was content with stopping the conversation there, but Nick’s hand on his shoulder squeezed him hard. Yumi looked up into blue eyes too insistent to let him go. He sighed, “I was looking to talk to Y/N, but looks like you got to her first..” he almost mumbled

Nick cast his eyes out in the vague direction Yumi had pointed. There was Y/N off in a somewhat secluded blue-lit corner now accompanied by Larry. Y/N was laughing; she brought her hand to her mouth as she calmed then dropped it as a new laugh bubbled up. Larry smiled and said something. Y/N nodded, and Larry left.

“Me and Y/n?” shouted Nick, almost laughing, “Y/N’s single, far as I can tell. Go talk to her, idiot”

Yumi curled his fingers a bit tighter around his cup despite the relief that washed over him. He brought it to his mouth and muttered something like, “I’m not—I don’t—after I’ve finished this drink.”

“You’ve finished.” Nick smacked the bottom of Yumi’s cup.

“Fuck!” Yumi jumped back as the drink flooded his mouth and splashed into his face; some even ran down his neck and onto the collar of his shirt. His eyes narrowed, and his lip curled into a snarl, “dude!”

Nick giggled. “Look how red you are!”

“Asshole.” Yumi turned and left with the final word, still clutching his then empty cup in his shaking hand, he again spotted Y/N.

She was stood alone on the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor. Though her feet were still, she swayed her hips a bit to the rhythm of the music. She held onto her signature closed-mouth smile as her eyes drifted around the room.

Anxious anticipation dissolved the jealous stone in Yumi’s stomach into something which bubbled and sloshed about. It felt a lot hotter than before, like there were ten times the people in the space. He walked towards Y/N; he thought he did not want to get ahead of himself and overthink too much as it might end up that there was nothing between them. But in that second, when her eyes first met his, he knew he would rather die than not give it his all.

“Hey.” Was all that fell out of his lips.

“Blake! I didn’t think you’d noticed me.” Y/N said, giggling. “I’m joking. I saw you looking at me earlier; what took you so long?”

“Just now got up the courage.”

She looked back at him with a soft smile and his heart skipped a beat. He had just spent the last hour building up the courage to ask her on a date.

It wasn’t long before Yumi got comfortable talking to her and was his usual self, talking about anything and everything he could think of - and when he’s drinking it’s not easy to shut him up.

Y/N smiled wide and caught Yumi’s hand in both of hers, “Want to dance?”

“I do, but it wouldn’t be attractive.”

“Come on, you got to!” She leaned closer to him. “Or I might think you’re no fun!”

“And what if I’m not?”

Y/N laughed. “Fuck off!”

And with that, she dragged him to the dance floor where they more so flung body parts around instead of dancing.

Yumi cleared his throat, “Hey, Y/n?"

"Yes, Blake?"

All of a sudden his heart spiked at the mention of his name, his voice hitched in his throat and he could only gaze into the girls eyes.

He leaned forwards, hovering over her and the urge to kiss her was overwhelmingly strong.

It seemed the whole room went quiet and it was just the two of them, until they were almost touching noses. His eye's widened and he looked down at her lips, giving her another moment to back away if she so wanted to, but she stayed. Any onlookers could've mistaken them for a statue - it seemed neither of them were breathing.

Y/n’s breath against his lips made his stomach do flips. Y/n decided he was without movement for too long, craving his lips against hers.

It was Y/n who leaned in and closed the space between them. Only pecking his lips first, just that much contact made him feel as if he could melt.

Her hands ran through the hair on the back of his neck, using that to her advantage and pushing his head into her, kissing him more passionately. And after what felt like forever, but all too short, she pulled away for air, gazing into each other eyes.

The hand on his neck pulled him close and Y/n kissed him again, this time softly and much to his dismay, shorter

This was all he’d been hoping for since he’d seen her and he hoped it wasn’t the end.

Their eyes met, Y/n’s eyes hinted how desperate she was to get her lips back onto his, “Your room..” She panted, tilting her head up the stairs

His eyes widened - he wasn’t expecting to go from first kiss to sleeping together.

He didn’t hesitate to drag her up the stairs behind him, lips reattaching as soon as possible.

Fingertips pressed into her skin letting his blunt nails make crescent marks, his lips attached at her neck, rushed and desperate.

When he got her laid down, it felt as if his bed was on fire, the heat engulfing their own in sleepless kisses, in hands that were uncertain and fixated on her.

She can’t help but run her fingers through his unruly curls, never getting enough of its softness.

She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him.

He fell on top of her, groaning slightly as she bit his lip. He removed his lips from hers and held her waist moving them upwards onto the bed.

Her head hit the soft pillows, Yumi straddling her thighs as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, revealing his bare skin.

She sat up next, pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it somewhere in the room. Yumi pushed her back into the mattress gently. He kissed down her chest, kissing all the exposed skin available to him. He moved a hand to her back, looking into her eyes as if asking for consent. She nodded, as he slipped open her bra and tossed it. His eyes wandered all over her exposed chest, his eyes turned almost black with lust as the pupils expanded to a much bigger size.

He sucked on one of her breasts, his hand gently massaging the other. She whimpered under him, tugging on his hair roughly as his hands slowly moved to her waistband, feeling a shiver from the the girl. His hand made it's way down to her core and inserted a finger with utter care. She shut her eyes, feeling pleasure take over her body. He moved to kiss her while pushing another finger and speeding his fingers inside, stretching her out perfectly. She whimpered, feeling a knot in her lower abdomen. She clenched around him, but to her surprise, Yumi immediately removed his fingers.

She whined from the loss of pleasure, earning a light laugh. Yumi leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out a condom, rolling it down his length and lined himself up with her core.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked

"Yes. yes, Blake, please move-", she blurted out.

He moved slow at first letting her adjust to his size. She moaned loudly, his tip already hitting her spot. He thirsted his hips, speeding up slightly and holding her in place by her hips. Her back arched and toes curled as he hit the right spots at the right pace. His cock went deeper, making her see stars. His breathing got erratic as invisible aphrodisiac filled the room. Bed creaking and hitting the wall. No space left between the both of them. Not having a care of the world, both of them felt themselves at the edge of pleasure, his movements never faltering as he released into the condom, continuing to chase her release. Her vision went white with euphoric pleasure, as she clenched tightly around him making him groan.

She opened her eyes to meet Yumi’s loving, adoration filled gaze. She smiled as he bent forward to give her a sweet and delicate kiss.

It would be difficult to explain just how Yumi came to be at the right place at the right time and with the right amount of courage to kindle that spark with Y/N.

He thought it could have – must have – been miraculously good luck.

#yumi #yumi x reader #tooyumi #tooyumi x reader #the group chat #the group chat x reader #the groupchat #the group chat podcast #isaacwhy x reader #isaacwhy #softwilly #tgc x reader

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Okay, so a friend and I went back over a portion in the Season 3 trailer last night.

Because both of us (on separate days), after having watched the trailer a few times, essentially had the question: Is that green shatterspace portal actually Boscage Maze?

When I myself watched it I felt...idk...like the shade of green was different. And then my friend mentioned (after another look at it) that the color was more muted.

And then...we let our brains run.

Mind you, before the trailer or any summaries of the season came out, my friend and I were talking over discord. We'd decided that based on the evidence (Sonic's natural eminence of prism energy, whatever makes him special compared to Shadow, the fact he shattered the prism, etc) Sonic could theoretically have a deeper connection to the paradox prism due to the energy inside him. Then, they threw a what if in the air.

Essentially "I don't think they'll do it, but what if Sonic is the missing piece to the paradox prism. So they won't be able to complete the prism and do anything with it without risking killing Sonic"

To which I said "That would be so cool! And given that I've never believed Sonic's going to have to actually make a big choice between his old friends or his new friends existing—or at least that he'd never actually make that choice and would find a secret third choice—I think a Sonic's wellbeing versus everything he cares about makes sense. That has the potential to hurt the other characters, because if need be, Sonic would do it"

Needless to say we watched the trailer the first time and I was like "No way he was right. Like, it was a good thought, but none of us thought for sure that they'd do it"

Now, with that in mind. As I said, my friend and I decided to let our brains run after feeling that there was a difference between the green shatterspace in the trailer and the one for boscage maze. We couldn't shake the idea that the colors are different, nor the idea that the shape of the portal openings are different. And we've both seen people talking here about how it could be the last shatterspace open or something (boscage maze that is), but to me...that doesn't make sense. Without special context, it doesn't make sense why it would have to be Boscage Maze of all worlds that would be the last to collapse, or why taking Sonic to Boscage Maze of all shatterspaces could be enough to save him. Plus there are other voices talking in that scene. There are other people who would need to get to Boscage if it was truly the last, and if it's just to get Sonic to the closest shatterspace, the characters would have to be fighting in the in between space (between the shatterspaces). And my friend too, from looking at it, thinks that the green shatterspace in the trailer seems like it's farther out at the edges of the place between.

So, we rushed to the episodes to get a clear shot of the Boscage portal, and then a clear shot of the one in the trailer.

Now, turns out we were right about the color difference.

But it's the shape too.

If you've been looking in the main tag, I probably don't need to tell any of you that each portal (the part you enter to enter a shatterspace) is shaped like its prism shard. The first image is a shot of the Boscage Maze portal my friend screenshotted. The portal opening resembles the shape of the green shard, and the green is more vibrant than the more muted green in the trailer.

The shatterspace in the trailer is just...a completely different shape, both in portal opening and the crystals around it. If you need another angle of the Boscage Portal to compare to the crystals surrounding the portal in the trailer, here's another shot.

So, different green color. Different opening shape that would correspond to a prism we haven't seen before.

Let's return to the "Sonic contains the missing piece of the paradox prism and is essentially a living prism shard" theory, and let us also employ the idea that after the prism shattered and each shard landed in one of our alternate green hills, the shards gave off an outburst in energy that allowed the blue shard to fill the shatterspace with water, the green with dense forest, or the purple with mountains of crystal.

Now you're probably saying "But tumblr user hadesknockedupintheunderworld, what about the red shard? We saw a flashback. The red shard didn't just start growing buildings when it landed in what would become New Yolk"

And to that I'd say...you're right! We know based upon the Chaos Council's flashback that they used the prism shard as their energy source (whether they received it when conquering or after the fact), and that they themselves built New Yolk city without using the prism shard (after all, they only knew it as an energy source)

So, I say to you back. What if upon landing in a shatterspace, the shards were initially unstable. So they either caused a major change/addition to the world they landed in, or it's energy was properly harnessed and contained. That wouldn't be so far fetched, right? Because we know that Nine adapted the power core the council built to properly contain and channel the energy of the red shard to create his shatterdrive.

Now, the idea that the shards, while having shared powers, also have specific element based powers is not a new idea to this fandom. So let's run with this idea too, for funsies. If the blue shard corresponds more to weather (creating storms, lightning, flooding) and the green shard causes plants to grow (as examples), what, then, would Sonic be?

I'd say speed. Why? Well, besides the fact that that's Sonic's thing, let's backtrack to episode 1.

As of episodes 1 and 2, we know Sonic's body produces the same energy as the red shard. Before Nine crafted tech to attach to Sonic's clothes, the energy was not properly distributing to his body. Sonic would run and not be able to stop, he couldn't control his speed, and sometimes, he'd even start running without actually wanting or trying to run. In short, he could not control how fast he was going, how soon he could stop, or even when he would just start running. Even his shoes, which can canonically handle his usual speeds, had started to smoke after a while.

Couldn't you perhaps extrapolate from this that...Sonic became unstable upon entering New Yolk, his speed going haywire, and it was Nine's tech that properly contained and channeled Sonic's (he living shard's) prism energy?

And if Sonic is essentially a living prism shard...

Let's go back to the shatterspace from the trailer again.

A shard shape we've never seen before.

My friend and I got to this point and we thought:

"What if this is Sonic's shatterspace?"

As in, if each prism shard corresponds to a shatterspace, what if this is a secret 6th one that corresponds to Sonic?

Earlier I said that the ideas people brought up (without in season context) for how or why Shadow would speed to take Sonic to Boscage Maze wouldn't make sense. BUT

If there's a shatterspace out there affected by/created by Sonic's prism energy, it may not be a stretch for the writers (and our main characters) to conclude that getting Sonic there could keep him from disappearing.

Just...food for thought.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic prime season 3 spoilers #sonic prime season three spoilers #sonic prime spoilers #sonic prime season 3 trailer #sonic prime season 3 trailer spoilers #i just be ramblin #essay time #So yeah my friend and I are calling it in advance that the shatterspace from the trailer is a new one that is specifically connected #to Sonic #I mostly just wanted to throw this idea out there #especially because I haven't seen anyone else say anything like this yet #so it’s more of an impromptu ''I must make this now before I forget!'' post #Honestly I'm really suspicious of the narrative the trailer is implying and I just...have this feeling that it's a misdirection on the #surface and we're missing smaller details (like how someone else pointed out that Nine is only shown to be in the Grim in the trailer‚ so #he's not actively trying to tear down the shatterverse or anything. Just get Sonic and fix the Grim.)

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misc sweeney hcs

(disclaimer. i am new-ish here and have no idea how popular/prevalent any of these are go easy on me ok. also a lot of these are dadben related wh o o p s)

i've seen some variance of if this is canon in fics and stuff but i really do like the idea of the barkers also living above the pie shop in addition to the barbershop being there. similar situation w the pie shop/lovett living quarters. ig it's just easier to picture in my head then????

(p sure the b*rton film confirms smth like this but i'm ignoring it bc i don't like that guy. this idea is mine now)

part of the reason i like this so much is it means that benjamin barker had all the more time to have lovely moments with lucy and johanna when he wasn't busy with clients

(this also makes sweeney returning there without them all the more painful. if he sits and doesn't do anything then he's flooded by memories of the life he had in those same walls fifteen years ago. like no wonder sweeney's so bent out of shape by being forced to wait for the judge and the beadle to come to him)

johanna had only JUST started walking when ben was transported. he was so excited and happy and loved to try and assist her, encouraging her to take steps holding his hands. chattering away about her with any customer that would listen, perhaps even showing her off ("look at my jo! she's such a fine girl!" "i'm sure she is, mr. barker, but could you please finish shaving me?")

he bought johanna a little lacy bonnet when she was a week old. she didn't need something so fancy at such a young age, and lucy had already sewn her a few bonnets months prior. it wasn't the most sound financial decision he ever made. but oh, his girl just had to have it, and it's a little big, she could grow into it! (lucy admits she looks very cute with it on, even though she says johanna doesn't need it)

(the bonnet is left forgotten in a drawer somewhere for years, until sweeney opens that particular drawer and finds it gathering dust upon his return. he feels sick seeing it, reminding him again how much he missed. then he puts it back and refuses to give it any mind.)

nellie lovett was infuriated by lucy barker in that way that you can't quite pinpoint why you're mad other than they're "too perfect" or "too pretty" or something. ofc there was the fact she was married to ben, but i think there was a little "get out of my school" energy going on there too

idk exactly how lucy ended up on the street (or in bedlam, as lovett says in the finale) but i do think that nellie was, sadly, at least complicit in inaction to stop this from happening (if not having thrown her out herself)

anthony is the sweetest dude around and genuinely loves johanna. doesn't matter that he barely knows her when he says he'd marry her, he knows that he's going to be happy as long as she is

johanna loves him too, and she's surprised by it. not because of anything to do with anthony, but because she's felt so little real love in her life (that she can remember). it's a wonderful and frightening rush looking at him, sometimes, but then he squeezes her hand, or does something silly, or even just sneezes or clears his throat and she's brought back down to reality, in a good way. that anthony is real, and human like her. she doesn't have to "earn" his love by being utterly perfect.

they get out of london basically as soon as they can, just wanting to leave it all behind, at least for a while

it took a little time and arguing but anthony did end up getting a good sum of money from the judge's death, through johanna's inheritance going to her husband (him). they immediately used this money to finance travel. they both love to travel, anthony promising to show her the beauty of the world that, still, cannot rival her in his eyes

this is all i got that's coherent rn really lol. anyway here you go sweeney todd fans who liked/reblogged my post haha @demonbarberofbeepbeep @captains-clever-goose @little-lovett @fabulousairpirate @funnygirlthatbelle

#sweeney todd #benjamin barker #johanna barker #anthony hope #lucy barker #sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street #headcanon

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Sonic the Hedgehog and Solarpunk Ideals

Alright, it's June 23rd which means not only is it Solarpunk Aesthetic Week, but it's also Sonic the Hedgehog's 32nd birthday. Let's all say Happy Birthday Sonic the Hedgehog.

Overall, that means it's time for me to do something I usually don't do on this blog--talk about Sonic the Hedgehog, one of my favorite series of all times. Specifically, how I feel it embodies Solarpunk at least a little bit. Hopefully you'll see where I'm coming from by the end of this.

Real quick though, special shout out to @modern-solarpunk for being my beta reader 100/10 owe you my life.

Alright let’s make one thing clear. I’m a Sonic nerd. I’ve been a Sonic nerd since at least the 5th grade. Sonic the hedgehog is one of My Things. IDK if I’d call it a hyperfixation, but it’s definitely one of My Things, and it’s been one of My Things longer than gardening or even Solarpunking and all the other stuff y’all know me for has been. I am about to talk y’alls ears off. Buckle up.

With that in mind, I’m not going to pretend that the Sonic franchise is a perfect franchise made by perfect people working under a perfect corporation. Even ignoring the timeline disasters, retconning, and rushed projects (*cough cough Sonic 06 and Sonic Boom cough cough*), Sonic the Hedgehog is made by a corporation in a capitalistic world who has done some… iffy things in the past, present, and likely the future. We are, here, today, strictly talking about two things--the creation of Sonic and the creation of Dr. Eggman. There will be a super special third topic I bring up later, but that's gonna be its own post. I’ll bring up a handful of things from the shows, comics, movies, etc. If I finish writing and editing and posting this whole lengthy diatribe and someone ignores this paragraph and brings up some inane unrelated shit that the Big Corporation Guys did That One Time Months/Years Ago I might snap. Yes, corporations are bad. Yes, I like Sonic. Let’s establish that.

Ok let’s actually get started.

Sonic the Hedgehog the Dude, Tiny Rebellions, and Freedom

Alright, so Sonic the Hedgehog is a series of games, movies, comic books, TV shows--it's a whole thing, it's an entire franchise. The basics of what you need to know here is that a little 3’3” superpowered anthropomorphic blue hedgehog dude and his array of equally-animalian and equally-colorful friends are ruining the robotics-based evil world takeover plans of a 6’1” egg-shaped human dude on the regular. Occasionally, there are other villains, and other storylines, and sometimes the motivations change, but that sentence boils down the Sonic the Hedgehog storyline to its base essentials.

The Sonic franchise was dreamed up in 1990 when SEGA needed a new mascot to compete with Nintendo’s iconic Mario. Personality-wise, he’s said to have been inspired by “a modern sensibility of wanting to get things done right away, righting wrongs as they presented themselves instead of letting them linger.” As we currently know him, with Sonic “What you see is what you get--just a guy who loves adventure.” He’s a free-spirited drifter who goes with the flow, valuing freedom above all else and wanting nothing more than to live by his own rules and whims rather than bowing to the expectations of others. He loves interacting with the many cultures on his planet (which we mostly see in Sonic Unleashed, but still), trying local dishes with friends frequently. Overall, Sonic is driven by a strong sense of justice and fairness, fighting for the ideal of freedom rather than the name of the law--and he always fights for the underdog. He likes to handle things on his own, but he isn’t above looking to his friends for help when needed--and acknowledges their role in his life and achievements regularly (if he can be a bit smug at times). He appreciates scenic views and nature, with a special fondness for places filled with plants--we see him do this lots in the series--and he hates when people destroy it for their own gain. He doesn’t hate cities, though, and finds they have their own beauty.

So what’s Solarpunk about this? In my eyes, a good bit. If you don’t know what Solarpunk is, it’s described on Wikipedia as ‘a literary and artistic movement that envisions and works towards actualizing a sustainable future interconnected with nature and community.” Aesthetically, I like to describe it as a mix between sci-fi and cottagecore, with a particular leaning towards some steampunk and some cyberpunk elements, but in a brighter, cleaner, more hopeful way. It's important to note, however, that Solarpunk is also a practical and political action mindset--as much as Solarpunks dream of a hopeful future and work to visualize it, we also work to learn the concepts and take the actions needed to make it a reality. I’m not going to sit here and pretend that Sonic is super politically revolutionary, I’m here to talk about how Sonic fits into the aesthetics of Solarpunk.

As such, lets get into the point--I feel like Sonic is pretty Solarpunk, personality-wise. He just fits a lot of the core tenants--wants to right wrongs ASAP, whether they’re his wrongs or wrongs of the past. He values freedom, traveling, and beautiful natural places--a big chunk of Solarpunk is learning to appreciate and protect the natural species around you, and plenty of people have dreamed up nomadic Solarpunk societies. Even Sonic living by his own rules instead of bowing to expectations fits in Solarpunk--A Solarpunk Manifesto states that “the ‘punk’ in Solarpunk is about rebellion, counterculture… and enthusiasm. it is about going in a different direction than the mainstream…” People in the Solarpunk movement care deeply about freedom, justice, fairness, and fixing the broken systems we deal with today--and often start the legwork by forming or taking part in community-based movements and initiatives. We lean onto those around us for strength and courage, to work as a group to think of solutions to problems, whether that be something small like trading DIY patch instructions to bigger things like planning and creating community gardens to even sharing news about unionizing and more. There’s acts a Solarpunk can do alone--like guerrilla gardening, or moss graffiti, or drawing and writing concepts of a brighter future--but we all know we’re at our strongest when we’re not just one, but many.

But one of my biggest arguments to Sonic being Solarpunk actually centers around his nemesis--Doctor Eggman.

Doctor Eggman as the Antithesis of Solarpunk

After all, it’s pretty hard to talk about how a hero of a series is Solarpunk without discussing the people and forces he fights against, and most of the time that’s Doctor Ivo Robotnik--better known to most as Dr. Eggman. He was developed more or less directly alongside Sonic the hedgehog, and as such the notes about his creation not only influence his character, but the character and vibe of most of the franchise so far. So who is Doctor Eggman?

Doctor Eggman is often described as the World’s Vilest Person--he’s evil, mean, cruel-spirited, and a self-proclaimed genius scientist who only really thinks about what he wants and what he needs to do to get it--getting pleasure in crushing anything that gets in his way. His main goal is to establish his Eggman Empire across the entire planet and build his own version of a utopia, Eggmanland--usually taking the form of a polluted, smog-filled city or a robotic theme park. His plans have varied from excavating natural spaces and turning woodland creatures into robotic slaves (Sonic 1, 2, 3), using doomsday devices to threaten nations and blow up the moon (Sonic Adventure 2), tie down planets for his own purposes (Sonic CD, Sonic Colors), or even using cosmic forces beyond his comprehension to flood metropolises or literally rip the planet apart (Sonic Adventure, Sonic Unleashed). In the comics and some shows, he even takes it a step further--a common theme with him is Roboticization, wherein people are forcibly turned from organic beings into robot slaves. Sometimes its a machine fulfilling this sometimes-irreversible process (Archie Comics, Sonic the Hedgehog Cartoon, Sonic Underground), while other times its an all-consuming virus that grows out of his control and turns almost the entire planet into raving robotic zombies (IDW Sonic Comics issues #12-29). He’s fueled by delusions of grandeur, believing that all of the world’s problems would be solved if he specifically were in charge of everyone all the time and had things his way, and makes robotic inventions and weapons to obtain power. He’s overflowing with self-confidence and pride, highlighting his ‘scientific genius’ whenever he can. He’ll leave temporary allies to rot if it gives him a chance to take all the credit and power for himself, he looks down on everyone else and sees them as insignificant, only interested in what benefits him. Fairness and community? With Doctor Eggman? Forget it, he’ll steal candy from a baby and then turn it into a robot if given the chance. And even with robotic helpers he makes himself, he quickly gets sick of them--Eggman doesn’t do friends.

I’d compare him to Elon Musk, but at least Dr. Eggman is actually a genius.

A Solarpunk Manifesto was published in 2019, describing Solarpunk as “A movement in speculative fiction, art, fashion, and activism that seeks to answer and embody the question ‘what does a sustainable civilization look like, and how can we get there?’”. Eggmanland is not how we get there--Doctor Eggman is an embodiment of everything the Solarpunk ideology stands against, and not entirely by accident. Here’s a quote from Yuji Naka, one of the creators of Sonic the Hedgehog.

“Robotnik was created to be the opposite of Sonic, and to be the bad guy. At that time, there was opposition between "developers" and "environmentalists", and Robotnik was created to represent machinery and development.”

He represents it pretty well--his common motifs are imperialism and pollution, and his version of a utopia is often reminiscent of pre-EPA photos of US cities. Sometimes its done to a cartoonish level--but the point still stands. Whenever we catch glimpses of Eggman’s ‘Home Bases,’ whether its Scrap Brain Zone in Sonic 1, Chemical Plant in Sonic 2, Metallic Madness in Sonic CD, or elsewhere, we’re always seeing tons of mechanization, smog, pollution, and death robots.

Solarpunks aren’t opposed to technology--not in the slightest. But I feel its safe to say that any Solarpunk would be opposed to the over-industrialized, hyper-mechanized, pollution-riddled empire hellscape that Eggman would call heaven. (And you know damn well he'd be all over those Boston Dynamic robot dogs if he were real). To me, Eggman represents the grim-dark futures that apocalyptic stories tell us we’re barreling towards--the darker, less sunny side of the already dystopian cyberpunk genre. Solarpunk is the sun that burns away at smoggy futures, the light that reveals what we can have instead, the ideas that lead to actions to secure it. Its hope in a bottle--hope that we can enjoy and add to, a dream that we can help make into a reality. The ideals are chock full of resisting the real-life Eggmans who want to send humanity into a nose-dive of mechanization and energy-burning self-destruction for the sake of short-lived profits and smug ego-trips.

Is Sonic a strictly Solarpunk series? I wouldn’t necessarily say so. But I think if the themes and terms had existed in 1990, it certainly would have been cited as a bit of an inspiration. Whether the Solarpunk community would have been chill with a corporation citing the term as inspiration is a whole other deal.

Stay tuned for this posts' sequel, where I talk about how I feel my favorite game in the series--Sonic Colors--is Solarpunk.

#solarpunk #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #solarpunk aesthetic week #out of queue #ani rambles #nobody call me cringe i'll accept critique i'll even accept 'i disagrees' but if you call me cringe or bully me you're getting blocked #BUT ALSO IM NOT DONE YET I STILL HAVE TO POST PART TWO #UPDATE: I'VE ADDED THE LINKS GO HAM

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Lovers in Wasteland

Chaeryeong x Fem reader | Outbreak Au

pairing-lee chaeryoung x fem reader story word count-1381 proof read?-idk bro lmao

my little Last of Us inspired chae x fem reader idea that I finally got au of my head onto paper...or screen. I feel like this is a little corny and wndewhelming/rushed towards the end but I think it turned out okay.

i want to do a couple more chaeryoung x reader in this universe I really like this idea lol. anyways, onto the story!

Life wasn't easy after outbreak day. People died. A lot of people. They were either killed by the infected or became infected themselves. It was chaos, but people came to terms with the way the world was now. People banded together to form thriving communities; they came together to survive.

A few communities worked much like small towns from the old days-there were generators for power, houses were fixed up so occupants could live within them, greenhouses homed crops, there were playgrounds and even stables for horses. You found yourself in one of these communities at the age of 14, being saved from an infected while a team from said community was out on patrol.

You had lost your older sister and mom. You barricaded yourself in a house after your sister told you to run-so you did. You were exhausted by the time the patrol team came, face soaked in tears and clothes caked in blood from the infected and dirt; your body was drenched in sweat as you struggled to hold the bedroom door closed against the monster. Just as you were giving up, ready to accept your fate, the sound of a rifle being fired rang through the air.

They took you back to their group, a flourishing community they called Serenity. There were kids running around, and people walking about, chatting about their day. There were a bunch of houses of all shapes and sizes-there was even a bar and a bookstore (though, it operated more like a library since there was no real use for money anymore) And at this very bookstore is where you met Chaeryeong.

By the time two weeks had passed, you had adjusted very well to life in Serenity. You missed your mom and sister dearly, but you knew that the chances of seeing them alive ever again was slim-you just had to hope they would pop up in Serenity one day. Everyone knew that Y/n was the girl who holed herself up in the bookstore on the f/c beanbag in a corner.

Well, at least you thought everyone knew.

One particular day, you went to go pick up the book you left on hold called "The Friskative Dog." Looking forward to finishing it today, you strolled over to your sacred beanbag, but you froze when you saw a red-haired girl around your age nestled comfortably within it. She was reading a book of her own.

You were conflicted. You didn't know what to say. You didnt want to be mean and make her get up, but you didn't want to share it either. You clutched your book at your side, a pit growing in your stomach as nervousness washed over you. You were about to just leave and come back another day when she spoke to you.

"Oh, did you want to sit here?" she asked sweetly, her dark eyes looking up at you. You shook your head frantically, feeling your book slip from your sweaty hands.

"N-no, I'll just go sit somewhere else!" And scurried away without another word.

It was the same thing for the next couple of days, she would be sitting in your beanbag, and you would just leave. It went on like that until she stopped you from leaving.

She invited you to sit with her in that spot, pulling up another bean bag and giving you yours back.

And that's how you became acquainted and eventually, friends.

It was on a patrol where she confessed her feelings for you. Once people in the community turned 18, they had the option to become scouts. You and Chae joined the more experienced scouts on supervised patrols, and eventually they began to trust you guys to head out by yourselves. On one particular summer patrol, you and her were tasked with clearing out a couple of buildings that were about a half an hour horse ride away from Serenity. Some infected snuck up on her, knocking her over. You shot it in its head just in the nick of time, and with a round face splattered in inhuman blood, she looks up at you and blurts out: “Oh my god I love you.”

And here we are in the present day, the two of you sharing a horse (whom you named Sucrose) as she silently trekked on a path through a lush woodland. You held the reins as Chae leaned against you back, arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Y/n~ It’s hot out here,” She whined as she wiped her sweaty face on your t-shirt.

“I know. Whining about it isn’t gonna cool you down, though.” She groaned, unfastening the canteen on her waist, throwing her head back to take a hearty sip. She then screwed the cap back on and pulled a map of the local from her pocket. “Let’s see…”

“Do you think we’re getting closer to that flower farm?” You asked her as she squinted at the paper in her hands.

“Maybe? According to Daniel’s map we should be on the right path…We did walk past that tipped over statue half an hour ago.”

The two of you were on a well deserved vacation from Serenity, Daniel (an older guy who’s a self proclaimed adventurer who's apparently been all over) having given you a couple maps and suggested you visit a large field of wildflowers for your guy’s trip, giving you guys a couple marked up maps to help guide you a little. Sucrose snorted, and you patted her silky brown coat.

“Uh oh.” You pulled back, causing the horse to stop as you came upon a crossroad. “Here, turn this way.” Chaeryoung, slightly taller than you, placed her wrists atop of yours and guided the reins to the right.

“I can drive the horse myself,” you say, feeling your body warm up at her touch.

“Drive?” She chuckled as Sucrose trotted down the dirt path that veered right. Moments later, your mount emerged from the woods, stepping out into a rainbow colored field of flowers.

“Woah…” You both said in unison as you led Sucrose through the field. Butterflies fluttered around each other here and there, and a few birds rose from the ground your horse walked on.

“This is so pretty,” She said as gripped your shoulder to bend down and run her hand through the tall grass and flowers.

“Look, we can set up at that little house over there,” you said, pointing at a beat up abandoned cottage a short distance away.

After securing the perimeter, your and your girlfriend settle down comfortably in the cottage.

“This place seems like its out of a fairy tale,” she says as she sits criss-cross (applesauce) on the patio outside across from you, opening up a sandwich you guys packed for the trip while you drank some water. Sucrose grazed on some flowers a short distance away.

“I know, glad we listened to Daniel…for once.” You both chuckled as you ate and drank. She took some time to admire you. You were leaned back on your arm as you drank. Your shirt hugged your body thanks to the sweat from being outside in the heat for a few hours. Her eyes lingered on your lips, wrapped around the canteen of water as you drank. When you threw your head back up, catching her gaze, you smirked.

“See something you like?” Her eyes roamed your body bashfully before she tucked a few strands of red hair behind her ear.

“Maybe I do.” She crawled up to you, as you were still leaning back on your arm until both her arms straddled you. She pushed forward, turning her head towards the side as she pressed her warm lips onto yours. Slowly, she eased you onto your back, prompting you to run your fingers through her red hair.

“Mm,” you breathed as she eased your head onto the patio, using her hand as a cushion. Her other hand cupping your cheek and brushing her thumb over the side of your face.

“Chae~”

“Hm?” She pulled back, catching her breath and resting her forehead onto yours.

“I love you, a lot.” She smiles, kissing you once more. Looking you in the eyes, she says:

“I love you to the ends of the earth.”

#itzy #itzy x reader #itzy x you #reader insert #kpop x reader #x black reader #chaeryeong #chaeryoung x reader #chaeryoung x black reader #x female reader #female y/n #itzy x fem reader #au #apocalyse au #fanfiction #lovers in wasteland #itzy x black reader

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acheronist · 9 months

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RAHHHHH ok 71 posting time.

empress is a beautiful interpretation and honestly probably more valid than my own bullshit. but to ME dylan's card is temperance

having a clear vision of what he wants (detroit to win. and be a dynasty again. very similar to when steve was drafted and he looked at the shambling mess of the detroit dead wings and said Huh. Okay. Well I guess i'm gonna be the one to fix this!)

being patient and devoted (and/or devout? how much do we want to delve into hockey as a lifestyle vs hockey as religion) enough to the team that he's willing to sign eight years after five years of rebuild depression soulrot failure misery just to be there and see it happen

having a genuine sense of balance / harmony flowing thru him (which i think is actually something he kind of lacks? having watched this guy skate since 2018 i think i'm allowed to say i have a good sense of how he plays and how he thinks just from observation) but he's always been very on/off. in the sense that his only immediate emotional reactions tend to ricochet between the extremes of "OH WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK 313 DETROIT RED WINGS FOREVER BITCH" and "i would to kill myself to repent for this failure except i'm the leader and thats a bad example to set so i'll just sit here with tears in my eyes and guilt in my heart while fielding impersonal media questions" and yet the way he acts as captain? is somehow the perfect line of being fair and reserved and moderate but still firm and fair in every regard. like if he wasn't captain, idk if i would give him this card, but he is, and when he's out there talking down the refs who want to skew detroit's chances over again with his big terrifying brown eyes and snarling grin while his giant european teenaged sons loom behind him waiting for HIS permission to stop being gentlemen and stand up for themselves in the corners, i do think Ohhh. He Is Temperance. He's the one setting the standards and showing the younger guys: in this town we don't get much help, but we uphold a certain decorum, and we are not violent for violence's sake. we stand our own and our wrath is not an easy thing to provoke.

being capable enough to manage a lot of moving parts. being captain in detroit is not as much of a frivolous thing as it is elsewhere. it doesn't change often. we dont retire every number of a guy who was kind of important. we would rather have years with four alternates rather than rush someone into role of captain (again, stevie's attempts to protect dylan from the insane psychological problems he had to take on as a rookie captain leading a horrendous team parallels are at it again) and even without that official patch on his jersey, everyone knew what a leader he was, how much of his heart was in this, how dedicated he was to taking care of the rookies and supporting the veteran guys whose bodies are falling apart and facing media questions and standing up proudly despite despite despite despite!!!!!! and never taking a moment to collapse or cry or throw up his hands and say I can't do this anymore. he literally is going to multitask this team to a cup and you all better say thank you when it happens.

taking matters into his own hands. in the temperance card, the figure pours water back and forth between two cups, seeing it change and become something else as it moves and transforms. this is exactly what his role in the team is: to be the one on the inside of the locker room that's shaping and transforming expectations, work ethic, devotion... to a lot of guys in the nhl it seems like it's a job, and they can do their role on a team in any city. dylan can't. he's on the front lines of improving the detroit red wings (reputation, alliances, rivalries, technical gameplay, or otherwise,) or he's not actually doing his job correctly. he can't just pack up and play in canada and be a third line center. that's not what he's meant to be doing.

@crossbackpoke-check hi

#drw #hank is the empress btw though. sergei is the chariot #dont talk to me or my drw tarot associations ever again etc etc #71

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kuschelkissen · 1 year

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I has question to ask, if Hiro were to ever still be alive what do you think he would do when he has free time to visit his brother? Or what do you think Furuya Rei's Reaction to being the reason why Hiro Killed himself?

Thanks for the question!

The first part is kinda hard to come up with an idea, as these brothers are very different in personality. I could see them go to a museum for example, or theater. Or maybe go for a nice dinner? I wonder if Hiro likes pasta...? I could see Hiro drag him into a zoo. I think once he's gotten over all the loud kids running around, Taka'aki might enjoy that.

(Though tbh I can see him enjoy everything Hiro suggests, as long as he can talk to him. They haven't seen each other in a long time)

As for the second ask? I think his reaction will be painful. Incredible guilt rushing through his veins, crushing him with the knowledge that he is the reason his best friend is dead.

idk, in my head it would damage him a lot. Hiro has been his best friend since they were 7 or 8, if my best friend died because of me, I'd be devastated.

Adding to that the knowledge that not only did he wrongfully blame (and try to murder Akai in revenge), that bastard also simply let him do that! Even after he knew that Rei, too, was a NOC.

So my thought would be, at first Rei is crushed by the guilt, maybe bad enough to actually think about ending his life (depending on where in the storyline we are. Past BO takedown? There's probably not much left holding him in life then), and once his head clears just enough to realise Akai has lied to him all these years, anger will take over.

It's good because the anger will keep him from trying to end it. He'll probably try to get his hands on Akai to ask him what in the world he had been thinking.

And then they can make up and out lol

I really wonder if we will get to see a scene like that...

ANYWAY, under the cut have a tiny oneshot of Hiro returning home after having to fake his death in the BO~!

Almost nervously, Hiromitsu shifted from one leg to the other. It had been years since he had last talked to his brother and even longer since they had last met.

But after taking down the organisation, he was finally allowed to emerge from hiding after he had had to fake his death, and it was a great feeling. It felt deliberating not having to look over your shoulder every waking second and only sleeping with one eye still open.

It had been an unnerving, stressful time, but it was over now and finally he could go back to the people he loved.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to ring the doorbell, but he froze before he could do so.

Would he be angry with him? Disappointed for keeping the truth from him? Taka'aki was smart, smarter than anyone he knew, even without anyone outright telling him, he must've assumed that he died...!

Suddenly he felt like turning around and running away again.

But before he could do that, voices could be heard from inside.

"'kay, see ya at work tomorrow."

There was a shuffling sound, then the door opened and for a moment, Hiromitsu had to fight every instinct he had picked up in years of undercover work to not attack the person that now stared at him from one surprised eye.

Yamato Kansuke stared in surprise and almost like Hiromitsu had caught him with his hand in the cookie glass. Then he narrowed his eye - Hiromitsu tried not to stare at the X-shaped scar that covered the other one - and leant a bit closer.

"Holy shit, are you kidding me?" he then blurted out, leaning back again with shocked expression. "I thought you were dead!"

"I-"

"Kansuke-kun what is the matt-"

Hiromitsu froze once again when Taka'aki stepped forward and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Hiro... Hiromitsu?" His voice, that was usually strong and deep now was trembling and barely more than a whisper. "Hiromitsu!"

Hiromitsu had no chance to react, when his brother walked past Kansuke with wide steps and wrapped his arms tightly around him.

"You're alive!"

Hiromitsu could feel his brother's shoulders tremble and helplessly embraced him. "Yeah... I... sorry."

"No. No, don't apologise. You're here! I thought...!" Taka'aki sighed in relief. "You are here."

"I guess I'm gonna leave you two alone," Kansuke said, trying to sound casual. "You probably have a lot to talk about."

Taka'aki just nodded slightly, reaching out for him as he passed them, to gently touch his shoulder in return for a soft smile. He then leant back and Hiromitsu bit his lips as he saw the tears glistening in his eyes.

"Niisan..."

"Come in, yes? I'll make some tea and... and then we talk."

"Okay." Hiromitsu smiled. "I missed you, Niisan."

They'd have a lot to talk about.

#mi answers #morofushi takaaki #morofushi hiromitsu #furuya rei #oneshot #writing #dcmk

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 1 year

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Oh god, so while chasing literally anything familiar, Ingo ran them straight into Gear Station during rush hour... and probably immediately overstimulated both of them. I imagine that Nimbasa is already a riot of sounds and smells and a press of people at rush hour, but even that is nothing compared to going right into an overcrowded subway station, especially if you're already (half?) in a frenzy. At this point his best hope is to either take off down the tracks, accidentally lock himself in a bathroom, or run onto a train that mostly clears out once he's in and making a scene. Probably the last one would help the most, because as long as anyone in it is quiet enough, the repetitive and familiar motion and sound of the train moving would be a more immersive experience of Familiar Good Things For Ingo.

Of course, this does kind of hinge on whether something that only Ingo finds comforting and familiar could break a frenzy that's mostly on Lady Sneasler's side. Would they need to go somewhere more comforting to her, or could her... brain(?) trust in his side enough to believe it when it says, "this is safe, this is good".

Or hell, the trains might not even be enough on Ingo's side. In Hisui, all the nobles frenzied even in the place they felt most at home, so would it take Emmet coming to fetch them to really get the ball rolling? Idk, maybe he comes in expecting to battle with this complete unknown that's freaking people out, gets pounced on by it immediately, and instead of doing anything drastic it just kind of lays on him and shakes. Familiar to Ingo because it's his brother (and I assume that they have in the past pounced or laid on each other because siblings) and trains, familiar to Lady Sneasler because Emmet has the same(-ish) face and body shape of Ingo who she has probably laid on before lol

emmet's expecting a fight, going in. the train's cleared out but this thing's strong, it took out the agent's scolipede in one hit when they were trying to stall for time to get everyone evacuated. and who knows how long even the battle-reinforced cars will hold it, and he's the subway boss, this is his job. he's got excadrill at the ready, because their best guess is this is a electric/poison-type (it's not, but the frenzy lightning looks enough like electricity that they make the mistake), but he's reluctant to send any of them out because this thing doesn't seem to be fighting show battles. it barely seems consciously aware it's doing anything, besides running and shredding large holes into anything in its way. so he's already formulating strategies for any possible thing it tries to do—attack him, run back down the whole length of the train as soon as he opens the door, try blindly to smash its way out the front to get away.

he's not expecting to slide open the door to see the spare uniforms he and ingo keep stored away in case one gets damaged in a battle, off their racks and bunched up on the floor, with their mystery pokemon curled up in them trembling, clinging to their hats like a lifeline.

bc i think it's also like, maybe not that sneasler trusts ingo so much but that when they're fused, all their feelings and instincts are sort of. as one. so when ingo feels something is familiar and safe, she also feels it as if it's her own opinion. and it helps that the dark, cool subway car, with the bundle of soft things and familiar smells to lay on, is a lot like her nest, so that's comforting to her, too.

and yeah that might not be enough normally, but i think before they got here, they've also kind of run the fusion ragged. like, they've been running miles at a dead sprint, indiscriminately burning through their moves on anything in the way, and there've probably also been more than a few instances of ingo opting to make them facetank damage to stop sneasler hurting someone else. i think frenzy gives them power beyond normal limits (and, part of that is also just the ability to disregard damage that would normally be battle-ending), but there is still a physical limit to how much this body can do before it just runs out of energy.

so sneasler's frenzy might not be broken, but it's. momentarily abated, at least.

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #warden fusion au #STOP STOP YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME WRITE IT

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blight-flower · 1 year

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Need help with a story title

So basically, I'm making a fic where Wind gets yeeted off a ship during a storm and dreams about beloved figures in the Chain's lives. Especially a certain blue ball of light.

But when he wakes up, he doesn't remember who he is, where he is and why the hell his right eye and arm are corrupted. He ends up in Wild's Hyrule (Post ToTK) and the Champion offers to help him. Yada yada story details and stuff and they somehow meet all the figures in Wind's dream. That's all I got. Oh btw main villain is Ghirahim... For some reason. Idk I just thought about it but it might be plot relevant later.

Here's the writing I've gotten down so far:

Thunder raged on as I tried my best to raise the mainsail. The goddess damned thing got jammed because a certain Four didn’t oil the halyard properly. Two years may not seem a lot to you, but to me? And the adventures I’ve gotten because of a red boat and an indomitable will?

That earned me all the sailing experience that the seven seas has to offer. And this storm was not normal. Not only was this the strongest I have ever encountered, but the amount of monsters we’ve spotted in the past few hours alone just puts the fish in the can for me.

“Legend! Can you get me the oil from the storage below deck!? There should be-” Blegh, a gulp of salt water in my mouth. “There should be loads of oil from the previous crew!”

Legend, the sarcastic adventuring veteran, can only reply with more questions as he desperately tries to bail all the water from the deck. “Why do you need it sailor!? ‘Rule, Four and I are clearly busy here!”

“Exactly my point! If I could do the job tiny failed to do, then maybe I could hoist the sail and play Wind’s Requiem to get us out of this place!”

The veteran nods and immediately drops his bucket. Meanwhile leaving a confused Hyrule and Four, two of the shortest members in a group of nine, to double the muscle and work even harder.

I got a clear view of the monster filled sea before me. If only this was my Hyrule, I would’ve killed those monsters lickety split, but the weather and the old man won’t let me out of this ship unless my goal was to drown. Especially since his wife and newborn were onboard.

No way in hell would he let anyone die in front of them. I struggled to unjam the rusty halyard as the bailing efforts proved to be for nothing. Sky and my best friend Wars were busy helping him fix any possible leaks below and Twilight… He’s just not in good shape right now.

*CRASH* A huge wave clashed against the starboard hull, flinging anything that isn’t bolted or permanently attached to the deck. Which unfortunately included me. Sweet Hylia I feel like I’m flying! But not in a good way.

Seeing my helpless body being tossed into the ocean, Hyrule, the golden heart guy he is, ditches his bucket and immediately rushes over and grabs my hand at the cost of fumbling into the ocean as well. I love you ‘Rule but at least try to think before you act in dangerous situations.

Luckily, Four is able to grab him in turn. His short height won’t do him any good though. “Guys, help! Wind and Hyrule are gonna get thrown overboard! I can’t hold on much longer!”

On que, a line of similar looking blonde dudes came rushing out. It’s always helpful to have a couple of guys who share your real name as allies. Wars was the first to tug on the smith’s body, but even he was having a hard time. Sky and Legend followed suit.

Only two of us weren’t here, or three if you count the Champion. He’s been gone for a year now. Not that we can do anything about it. Flora needed his help, of course we can’t object to any business in Wild’s Hyrule. But still… I miss him. His cooking especially, I don’t even know how we survived this long without getting food poisoning.

“Sweet goddesses, his hand is slipping!” Oh no. I turned to see that my hand is really slipping from Rule’s. I tried to tighten my grasp but it’s no use. Another huge wave came crashing on the other side of the ship, launching me upwards and sementing my fate.

I lose Hyrule’s hand and begin to fall into the sea. So this is it huh? The last thing I will ever see are storm clouds and the worried faces of those who I call my family. And the last thing they will see of me… Desperately reaching out my hand in the hopes that someone will save me.

Yet another to add to their long list of losses. That much I know. It’s weird but I feel a smile creeping up my face as I vanish beneath the waves.

“NO!” Wars’ cry is the last thing I hear before everything… goes… black…

How long has it been since I last woke up? Was it hours? Days? Or maybe even weeks? One thing is for certain though, I’m not where I used to be. This place feels ethereal, glowing. Is it a temple of sorts? Doesn’t look like any of the ones I’ve been to at least.

A couple of stone archways dotted around the place all willy-nilly, as if the builders forgot to consult a blueprint or whatever. The ground below me doesn’t look like ground at all. It looks like glass with a bunch of weird glowing swirls and tear shaped markings.

#linked universe #linked universe fic #linked universe wind #linked universe wild

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firemedicdiaz · 1 year

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i know ur a lil anxious so i’m here are some questions i want to know ur answers to

favorite fidget toy? favorite scent? favorite color? favorite flower? favorite outfit? how do you take your coffee/tea (tell me allllllll the different ways)? best job you’ve ever had? what was your best birthday and why? favorite animal? earbuds or headphones? i’m having major deja vu as i type this. what does your favorite water bottle look like? what’s your idea of a perfect day? favorite 911 rescue? favorite season of 911? favorite buck hair?

Thank you for the ask, lovely! 😊

Okay idk if it counts or not because it's not technically a fidget toy, per se, but paper clips. I love unfolding them, bending them, twisting them into all kinds of shapes. I keep a box of them close at hand at work all the time so I can fidget while I'm on calls and in between patients to help me focus.

My favorite scent is anything rose. I adore rose-scented products but Dani hates the scent, so around the house I typically default to my second favorite which is lavender.

Favorite color is pink! Although any jewel-tone or a lavender/pastel purple is alway great, too.

Favorite flower is a rose! Followed closely by lily of the valley.

Ugh I'm so boring but I'm a leggings and t-shirt kind of girl. If I could live in leggings, I would. I have this favorite pair of black athletic leggings that has POCKETS!!!!!!! and my favorite t-shirt is a gray heather v-neck t-shirt with a picture of a monitor lizard wearing a witch hat and holding a cup of tea on it.

If I'm making coffee at home or just drinking drip while I'm out, I take milk and splenda. If it's Starbucks, it's a flat white or one of their seasonal cold brews (the chocolate cream is my favorite). As for tea, I usually take it unsweetened if it's something fruity, sweetened with splenda if it needs a little sweetness, or with honey if I'm sick or my blood sugar is low and I need a boost.

Best job I've ever had was probably my first job. I was a youth group coordinator for a major non-profit organization over the summer when I was 16 and I LOVED it. We got to organize and execute fundraisers, awareness events, blood drives, and all sorts of other events. We did lots of teambuilding events and got to dabble in all sorts of cool things in different sectors within the organization and it was just fantastic.

My best birthday was probably my 13th birthday. I spent most of it on a plane on a trip to visit family in Poland, but the day after (after a LONG night's sleep to beat the jet lag) I spent the day running around my grandparents' orchard, picking fresh cherries from right up in the trees and having a great time. We had a barbecue with all the family and we had an AMAZING chocolate cake my auntie baked for me. It felt like a BIG deal because it was so different than most birthdays at home and I still remember it super clearly.

My favorite animal is the octopus! They're SO smart and just so cool.

Earbuds, for sure. Headphones tend to hurt unless they're sized exactly right because I have my helix pierced and I just don't like them very much.

My favorite water vessel right now is actually a tumbler. It's a dark green color and has pink leaves and apples etched into it. It's a hot and cold tumbler so I can put whatever I want in it, but it's usually ice water lol.

My idea of a perfect day changes by the day, honestly. Right now, I'm dreaming of a cool, rainy day to clear the smoke out of the air and freshen everything up. Cool enough that I could sit outside under an awning and drink tea while reading a book. I wouldn't say no to a little bit of distant thunder, too, just for ambience.

Oh man, how do I pick my favorite rescue? I think I'm going to have to go with the 118 rescuing one of their own - when Buck was stuck under the ladder truck. The civilians rushing forward to help always makes me sob in the ugliest way and just makes my heart hurt in the BEST way.

My favorite season is probably season 6, honestly. SO many great episodes. Closely followed by season 3.

My favorite Buck hair is any time it's longer and slightly curly. I just want to run my fingers through it so bad.

#jules answers

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I honestly think it's irrelevant to ask the question about whether felix would still like kagami if she wasn't a senti, because she *is* a senti. There's no point in asking what-if questions because these are fundamental parts of them that shape their characters. Like, if felix wasn't a senti, his character itself would be completely different as well but no one asks that hypothetical. Even something like. If kagami never moved to paris (for some reason), she'd never even meet any of the cast. I've seen people view it as some weird race purity thing which it isn't bc it's not that they're the "same race" or whatever, but that being a senti implies a lot of shared negative experiences since sentis are basically oppressed in this universe. She probably first went on his radar (as in, gave him the incentive to start paying attention to her at first) after he found out she was a senti but that by itself obviously can't carry a romantic relationship so it's clear that there's more to it than that, like how pretension shows their similarities in terms of their (lack of) social ability, and how felix brings up not just their similarities but their differences too in his... confession thing at the beginning (meaning it's not just their similarities he's interested, which would include their similarities of being sentis). I guess I just get it because I'm a poc/minority and although I'm ok with interacting with everyone, I usually feel initially more comfortable with other poc bc I don't have to worry about people potentially being racist to me, but that obviously can't carry friendships or make me automatically like them or whatever. So I definitely like them for other reasons, but me seeking them out to talk to/interact with/pay attention to in the first place has a higher possibility if they're also a poc bc I live in a majority white place and I'm traumatised. Idk if that makes sense but it's different if you're an oppressed minority vs if you're the majority in a place and only seek out others who are of that majority (that would be kinda yikes).

THANK YOU FOR SAYING ALL THIS my god. idk i'm trying to get the feligami critical side but it's leaning towards an intentionally bad faith reading of every aspect in the ship ??? and i want to give it a chance bc there ARE flaws in the pairing's execution but we have already run out of things to say about them so we're rushing to hypotheticals & blantant misinterpretations of both felix and kagami. the only reason i'm entertaining this specific argument is because emotion leaves things to be desired in terms of felix falling in love with kagami - or at least you to look *really* hard into the one convo they had before he unleashed red moon, because it's their only heart-to-heart predating pretention. i stand by feligami, it's probably my favorite ship in the entire show atp and it sucks that there's so much discourse surrounding it bc it was rushed through. ultimately felix remains a commonly misinterpreted character so it's natural it would rub off on his relationships.

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lunar-fey · 1 year

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dream v

mmh... just had a dream there was this race of aliens that survived and stayed young for hundreds of years by feeding on life forces of other living things. they would go to various planets, collect some 'willing' victims (promised a life of pleasantness and luxury; which they WOULD be given. but also they would be drained to death within a few decades which they werent informed of). they looked mostly like humans but generally much taller (like 7-8' tall on average) and broader. like the average person either looked like a strongman or was just fat.

anyway so one of them found me (on earth) (i did not know yet that he was an alien or what was going on) but eventually he offered me to come with him back to his homeworld and i was like :o yeah sure sounds fun! but then something happened and i lost track of him. finally i chased him down to his "spaceship" which. im not exactly sure how to describe it. it was vaugley car shaped but about half the size (no engine or trunk) and entirely made of bolted together triangular sheets of metal. oh and it look about ready to fall apart at any second. there was another human in the "ship" and the alien gave me a weird look (later realized he decided he liked me too much to take me back as like livestock or whatever so he was going to leave me on earth on purpose. but he didnt want to say that in front of the guy he WAS taking for that purpose so....the look was him kind of pleading me to change my mind lol)

when we got there he sent the other human off to be processed and was like uh fuck. im a doctor here just. follow me and act like youre supposed to be here. we'll figure something out. BUT bc he was so much taller than me (i was like average height so like 5'9 or something i guess and he was probably 7'5 or so) so he walked much faster and eventually i lost track of him. i kept wandering and eventually found myself at the processing room, where a few dozen humans were hanging out chilling while an alien asked them various questions about their like. health and dietary needs and stuff. it was clear they were all still pretty excited and didnt know what was going on.

i talked to a few of them, the alien asking questions asked me like. something about a doctor i used to see? but i couldnt remember their name and he just looked at me like i was stupid and moved on. anyway it pissed me off so i was like fuck it fine. im like going to start a revolution. and get all of these humans out of here. so i waited until the alien left and started singing, telling them about what was going to happen if they stayed. it was obviously kind of loud so some aliens rushed in to see wtf was going on. so i also started trying to use the song to convince the aliens that using humans like this isnt great. and started leaving the room before too many showed up. the one that had brought me here (never caught his name) was also there and he came up to me and slapped me in the face (very gently tbh) bc he was so angry and worried about me. and i was just like ehhhh that was pretty pathetic you can do better than that right??? and he punched me probably not full force but square in the chest hard enough to push me back a bit. which was very . energizing for me. so i was like OKAY lets go. he started singing with me, and we basically ran off and caused enough chaos for the rest of the humans to escape.

we ran around for a bit and eventually came to a stairwell and he was like. hm. idk if your soft bones can take a five story fall but i'll jump down first and then catch you. we can save time if we dont just run down them. and i was just like oh actually i have wings btw. no problem. so i grabbed him and we jumped down together and i softened our fall.

i don't remember anything after that, just that next thing i recall i was like. in a diner, it was a few years later and i had gotten home, but was separated from him and had been looking for a way back all this time, but was feeling pretty hopeless. then i saw an old man staring at me and i looked at him but i couldn't recognize him, and then he started singing the same song we had back then, and i realized it was him. he explained that after i escaped, he was able to convince his people to stop using other living things as food sources and so they had started draining life force (willingly) from each other. as a sort of penance or something. but as it turned out it caused them to age very rapidly, him moreso bc a lot of others were eating his life force since he was the one that had suggested they change their practices, so he had to be the 'example' or whatever. and i was like. well no this seems a bit excessive. i kind of just meant you should ask people permission first. there are probably a lot of people who wouldn't mind dying in 30 years if you were going to take care of them like you were (to be clear the humans they took were 'livestock,' but these aliens had thoroughly researched human needs and made sure everyone had yummy good food as much as they wanted, could run and play and watch things and do basically whatever they wanted (other than leave) and had all of their mental and physical health taken care of better than any human doctor could hope to). but you gotta like ASK and not just tell them about the good parts and then not let them leave. and he was like. ahhhh. well too late now i will die soon :( and then i woke UP agfdhgfdj

#dream #dreams #the dream itself wasnt that long but very detailed ig?#there are a lot of specific sensations and images that are sticking around #mostly the slap/punch and then right after that i grabbed him by the front of his shirt and half drug him with me a few steps #i can still feel the texture and warmth of his shirt in my hand #i woke up like 3 hours ago

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st4rhwa · 2 months

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𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦 k.hj

김홍중 | guitarist!hongjoong x afab!reader smut

synopsis: rockstar hongjoong fucks you backstage to ease his nerves before a show.

cw: deliberate lower case, smut, so many pet names im so sorry (princess, baby, my girl, joong), pwp, hongjoong swears a lot idk why though, reader has female attributes

wc: 1.7k

𝗮/𝗻: just a cute little thought about rockstar hongjoong because he's been plaguing all my thoughts. requested here !! inspired by: 'knee socks' (arctic monkeys) and 'she's my collar' (gorillaz)

sw: unprotected sex, dom!joong, sub!reader, slightly public, a bit of tit / finger sucking, creampie, quickie, marking??, just generally really vulgar, mirror play, basically desperate messy fucking

"you're up in 20!"

the air is thick. the aroma of cigarettes carries, fused with the lingering scent of cologne. seated on a well-worn leather couch, hongjoong stares at himself in the mirror with intense eyes. he's nitpicking at every little thing he can notice as his stylists work on his hair, and you know the performance pressure is getting to him.

"you're stressed," you say simply, breaking the silence between you. "what gives." hongjoong mumbles rhetorically, fanning himself to avoid sweating his thin layer of tinted moisturiser off.

you can hear the echoes of the crowd's enthusiastic roars seeping through the walls, their fervour intensifying the backstage atmosphere. the ambience around you is charged with the frazzled energy the staff are giving off as they rush about, and you know that the television positioned to the right of you displaying the sprawling stadium, filled to the brim with 10 thousand people isn't helping.

this is his biggest show yet. the showcase of his 2nd comeback album. still young into his career, he isn't as used to performing like the person he tries to fabricate is.

you're trying to think of a way to alleviate his anxiety, but nothing comes to mind. you feel a little useless, just sitting next to him picking at your nails, touching up your lipstick and looking pretty as his thoughts devour him from the inside out.

your eyes meet his in the mirror, and you blink slowly at him, wearing a gentle expression on your face. his grimace softens ever so slightly, your fingers caressing his knuckles and playing with the silver bling adorning his hands. "joong.." you whisper softly. he bites the inside of his cheek.

"leave us." he clears his throat and speaks to his stylists, eyes firm as they stay locked on yours in silent conversation. they quickly pack up their things and leave the two of you alone in his green room. "c'mere princess," he mumbles, pulling you into his lap. you straddle his leather-clad thighs and rest your extended arms on his shoulders. "hi baby," you whisper with a soft smile on your face, pecking his lips sweetly.

"what are you so worried about, hm?" you tease, and get a little chuckle out of him. he squeezes your waist gently, lazily moving his mouth against yours in a yearning for reassurance, fingers tracing shapes on swell of your hips. "'s just the pre-performance jitters," he mumbles against your lips. "but i feel better now.."

"joong.." you warn his wandering hands, trailing up and down the small of your back and groping your ass. "hm.." he breathes out a muffled groan, resting his head in the crook of your neck and leaving a trail of wet kisses as he goes. his hands pull your hips down to his, and you can feel his growing cock through his leather jeans. "..need you right now. can't think straight."

"we only have 15 minutes," you mumble, fumbling with his zipper. "when's that ever stopped me?" he retorts, flipping up your skirt, his hands caressing your bare ass. he breathes heavily through his nose as he sloppily kisses you, gathering your wetness on his fingers before you slap his hand away. "no time.." you pull your panties to the side, gliding his throbbing cock between your slick folds.

a pleased grin tugs itself at the corners of his mouth. "that's my girl."

hongjoong leans back and lets out a dragged out sigh, trying his hardest not to buck his hips as he slides into your trembling cunt, slick with his pre-cum and your juices. he's so long and thick inside you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. the stretch is so much it almost hurts - yet it has you mewling, and he snakes a hand into your hair, tugging it harshly to smash your lips together.

it's fervid, frenzied and messy, and hongjoong feels like he's entered seventh heaven. he's buried to the hilt inside of you, you swear the sensations get better every time. every time he bottoms out, his cock-head kissing your cervix, it's like another version of you is born and it plants an insatiable need for him in your core.

he rolls his hips up into you once, twice before he's spreading his legs wide to thrust up into you at an immediate pace, panting hard and gripping the sides of the chair like he's gripping onto the last drops of sobriety he has left. "i fuckin' love you, baby." he groans, throwing his head back.

too lost in pleasure to understand your surroundings, you find his index and middle finger being shoved into your mouth, and you moan around the digits, sucking on them eagerly. you can still taste yourself from a few moments before, and you swirl your tongue around his fingertips, basking in the salty taste.

your head rests on his shoulder, your lips attaching themselves to the skin on his neck, inundating him with kisses and sucks. your lipstick leaves a crimson imprint in the valley between his neck and shoulder like a tinted signature, and you eye it carefully through frantic pants, pressing your lips against the smudge just to make sure it would sustain itself.

"fuck, i need more," hongjoong curses, his hands cupping your ass as he picks you up, still buried deep inside you as he leans over and swipes all the makeup, papers and water bottles from the vanity, slamming you down on it and letting out a guttural moan when he slides even deeper. sliding your legs over his shoulders, he resumes his harsh thrusts into your cunt.

"eight minu.." you trail off, your eyes catching sight of the clock on the wall by the door. "ah shit.." hongjoong groans, gritting his teeth as he pounds into you ever the faster.

you're a little embarrassed, letting him fuck you out in the open like this, knowing well that the door isn't locked and getting caught was a very high possibility, but god does it feel good. your clit throbs with need and your nipples harden under your shirt, and you find yourself subconsciously fucking your hips back onto him without realising.

hongjoong's hands take a hold of the end of your top, pulling it over your head and unclasping your bra with expertise, sighing when he finally gets a good look at your breasts, leaning down to briefly take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and kissing it to offer you extra stimulation.

your loud whines and calls of his name block out the crowd's blaring cheering, and hongjoong feels at ease; if anything, he feels borderline euphoric with you in his arms. "oh baby," he groans into your neck. "feels so good-"

"so.. ngg- so good! hard- harder joong..! more-" you whine, clutching his shoulders in a death grip. it's so effortlessly engrossing. the glide of hongjoong's cock inside of you sends you into a state of delirium, your sopping wet cunt drenching his cock with every thrust in and out.

your eyes squeeze shut, your back naturally arching into a bridge on the vanity as if your body is trying to escape the intense pleasure. you can just imagine the face hongjoong is pulling, eyebrows knitted together and his mouth ajar, droplets of sweat dripping off the tip of his nose.

you gasp when his thumb and index finger grip your chin, forcing your head backwards. "look at me when i fuck you," hongjoong growls, and your eyes shoot open, finding yourself staring at yourself and your boyfriend in the mirror, watching the way he's ruining you. your eyes meet his in the mirror, gazing at the droplets of sweat running down his neck, his heaving chest, his parted lips; he's ethereal. "look at the way i fuck you so good- god."

"i could never get enough of this pretty pussy- shit- shit," he breathes out, his head tilting downwards to watch the way his cock slips in and out of you deliciously, and he moans deeply.

"i'm close sweetheart," he warns, reaching down to press his thumb against your puffy clit, rubbing the bud up and down in tandem with his thrusts. your legs start to quiver, electric pulses of euphoria surging through you as you too, find yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm.

you nod frantically, pupils rolling upneath your eyelids as you lay your head back on the table. "want it inside," you whine, your eyes glazing over in pure bliss. "yeah? you wanna be filled? you wanna be- fuck- fuckin' full of my cum?" hongjoong grits out, eagerly bucking his hips, his actions growing unmethodical and more frenzied.

"i'm g'nna fuckin' cum angel- 's so good," he slurs, squeezing his eyes shut to try and hold back until you do. "cum for me, baby." and that's not a request, it's an order.

you mewl, moving to wrap both legs around his hips, ultimately locking him in place as your orgasm washes over you. despite trying to hold back just a little longer, your lewd expression pushes him well over the edge. "damn-" he hisses, his body giving out and holding himself up with shaky arms on either side of your head, hips stuttering as he spills his warm load inside of you. laboured breaths escape his parted lips as he cools down, cupping your cheek and pressing a chaste kiss to your nose.

"did so good for me angel." he mumbles against your lips, jumping out of his skin when he hears multiple rushed bangs on the door. "kim hongjoong i don't know what you think you're doing but you've got a show to do!" his manager yells, an amused laugh escaping your lips as hongjoong eyes grow wide and he frantically pulls out of you, tucking himself back into his pants and pulling off his leather jacket feeling way too overheated, his black tank top soaked in sweat.

"how do i look?" hongjoong asks in a rushed manner, trying to tame his bleach blonde hair in the mirror behind you. you tilt your head, eyes observing the dark red lip stain on his neck. you reach out, but rub some of the red off of his lips instead. "you look perfect." he smirks, wrapping his leather jacket around your shoulders to cover up your bare chest.

"for fucks sake hongjoong you're up in 2!" hongjoong breaks into a grin, leaning down to press a deep kiss to your lips. "that's my queue."

safe to say he's never performed better.

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