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marleyybluu · 2 years

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Baby Daddy

Pairings: Fezco x black!reader

Warnings: swearing, sexual content, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.5k

this is from my old account too so if you see this and you're like "Hey this is familiar" its because its me babe

"When are you going to start dating again?" Kay asked her friend. YN rolled her eyes and fed her 8-month-old child a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes. "Sage can you tell your aunty I'll knock her right tooth to the left." The little girl oblivious to the conversation only whined for more food.

"Come on, look, you've been out of the dating pool since you got pregnant since you and... he who shall remain nameless-"

"Girl, just say Fez."

"YN don't you miss having some fun, flirting with whoever just to get bored and ghost them in like a week?"

YN missed having fun in terms of going on dates with whoever she wanted to and accepting gifts from whoever gave them to her and on the occasion just having a drunken one-night stand but she was a mother now, things had been put into a different perspective. She wouldn't mind dating but she knew what it was like out there, not a lot of people were up to play step-parent or wait around until her child went to sleep.

"Or are you still hung up on you know who?"

YN's baby daddy was no stranger to being the topic of conversation, he was a steady fling— occasionally going on trips together, going to hotels, planning cute little dates, going on double dates, and he even met her parents. But something just prevented them from putting this title on things and as deep as she was falling for him she never let him know. Soon she was pregnant and they agreed to co-parent, it was all smooth sailing but watching him be a father made her yearn for a relationship with him. A solid one.

"No, I'm not still hung up on him," She lied. "Even if I was... could you blame me? I mean you saw the way he treated me as if I was his whole solar system and seeing him with Sage. It just makes everything deeper."

"You two are so complicated, you were the one who said you don't date-"

"Well, that was before I met him!" She shouted. YN took a deep breath. "Kay... you don't know how he makes me feel, gosh I mean when I was pregnant there was no hesitation he was so happy, he wanted me off my feet when I started showing, he put me on this pedestal that I don't know if anyone can make me experience again."

The doorbell rang cutting into their conversation, YN asked her friend to go answer and she did swinging the door open revealing the man of the hour as if they summoned him by accident.

"Hey, Fezco." She heard from the kitchen. "Speaking of the devil," YN muttered. Heavy footsteps trailed inside the kitchen. "Hey YN."

"Hi, Fez."

Sage instantly started to kick her feet when she saw her father come into view. "Hi, my happy baby." He cooed rubbing his nose against hers. "Well, I guess I will leave y'all alone, have some family time. I have some shopping to do."

YN wiped off her daughter's mouth and stood up leaving her with her father. "With who's money?" She asked. Kay shrugged. "Doesn't matter as long as it's not my own. See y'all later."

Kay left the house leaving YN in awkward silence. "So what are you doing here today?" She asked. "I was missing you guys, so I let Ashtray handle shit today." She took a sip of her coffee and sighed sitting around her kitchen island. "Did you eat yet?" He asked. She nodded but he stared at her longer. "Fine, no. But I'm not that hungry anyway."

"You have anything to cook?"

YN groaned. "Fez,"

"I don't want to hear it I'll make something."

There was no point in arguing with him really he would just turn around and do whatever he wanted anyway. The rest of the day was breezy, YN got to finish some work and take a nap while Fezco took care of their daughter. She sat in her playpen in front of the television watching some Bugs Bunny he had left on. YN rubbed the sleep out of her eye coming down the steps in a baggy shirt and some socks. She peeped over to see Sage engulfed in the old cartoon and decided to let her be.

She slid into the kitchen and crept behind Fez drawing a line down his back. "Hey." She smiled. "Hi, sleepyhead."

YN laughed. "Thank you for letting me have more than 15 minutes."

"Five hours should do you justice for the week." He joked. She rolled her eyes leaning on the counter to peek at what he was cooking. "You have no idea how much I appreciate this, I owe you."

He shook his head. "You're the mother of my child, carried my little girl for almost ten months, you've done everything for her. You don't owe me anything."

'Why do you have to be so nice?' She said to herself.

YN looked up at him wanting to ask something, maybe confess her feelings, but her doubt got the better of her and she only sheepishly smiled at him before heading to the living room and sitting in the large playpen with her child.

Holding up toys to her face and watching her little hands grab them only to toss them back on the floor. Florian poked his head around the corner grinning as he saw his two girls having their own fun, he tip-toed over. "Room for one more?"

"Of course."

Soon all three were in the playpen. YN felt his arm snake around her pulling her in closer to him, he kissed the top of her head. This was what she wanted, every night, with him and no one else honestly. "Dinner's ready if you're hungry."

"Mmm you know I'll never say no to food."

The three gathered around the table, Sage for her own small portion of the food. They said a little prayer before digging in. YN's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "I swear you make the best steak and potatoes oh my goodness."

"Thank you." He chuckled. The dinner was more a comfortable silence with the occasional random noise from the baby who was covered in mostly mashed potatoes. "Every time I look at her I fall more in love. She's perfect." YN mumbled.

Fez agreed. "We did a great job. Making her and raising her." YN lightly threw her napkin at him for the comment. "It's true, I know you remember." He winked taking a sip of his water. She remembered very well to the point where it would leave a heartbeat in more than one place.

Dinner was done, and Sage had been bathed and put to sleep. YN washed what dishes were left while Fez picked up the toys and packed away the playpen. It was 8 pm and though she didn't wake up too long ago she was ready to go back to sleep. "Well everything is cleaned up, guess that's my cue to go."

She frowned but kept it hidden. "Uh... okay, well thanks again for today I needed the little break."

He nodded. "No problem."

Neither wanted him to go just yet.

"I- um, what if you leave a little later... I have wine." YN felt herself becoming rosy she couldn't believe she was stumbling so much. Fez found it cute though. "Uh, I drove here."

"There's a couch... or an extra room." She flirted. He agreed to her offer setting his keys back down. His eyes were glued to her backside watching her bend down to one of the lower cabinets grabbing the liquor. "Hey there are some glasses somewhere up there can you-" She stood up catching him in the act, her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. "What?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. "Glasses right?" Fez didn't need much of a stretch to collect the glasses. "If we really wanna keep her sleeping we could go in the basement."

"Lead the way."

YN stepped downstairs hearing the door quietly close behind her, she stopped in her tracks seeing the tent made of blankets that she set up one night with Kay. "That's cute." He chuckled. Drinks were poured while they sat up in the tent. "Cheers to a parent's night in." She giggled. "I'll drink to that."

YN picked a movie and laid back against some pillows that were stacked but she felt herself being pulled once again into Fezco's hold, he rested his head on her thighs and she smiled lightly scratching his head with her acrylic nails knowing that was what he liked. As the movie played and more drinks were poured she started to feel the buzz, she couldn't handle liquor like she use to— tingles ran through every inch of her body as her temperature rose.

Fez was feeling the same way, his fingers running up and down her thighs. By this time they switched positions and were both laying down with her as the little spoon. She, not so subtly, pushed back against his crotch her eyes widening feeling his already hard member poking through. His hand moved from her thighs up her torso and under her shirt, his lips pressed against the back of her neck.

"I miss you." He mumbled. She shook her head at the drunken confession. "Mmm, you had too much wine." She hiccuped. "So? A drunk man's words... have... thoughts." YN fell into a fit of laughter. "What the hell was thaaat!?"

He only shook his head, his glossy eyes analyzed her every feature, the little dots of freckles spread across her skin, her full lips forming into a smile. "Fezzy..." She whispered.

"YN." He whispered back. Her low eyes fixated on his full beard. "Do you miss life before Sage?" She wondered. He disagreed. "I love her too much to turn back the clock you know?"

"Mhm."

He closed his eyes. "I miss how close we were though. I miss taking you on dates and shit. I miss pretending like we were in a relationship."

YN ran her thumb over his cheek. "I think you were the only one I wanted a real relationship with," She admitted. "Why do you think I trapped you?"

"Shut up." He mumbled pulling her face closer until their lips touched for the first time in quite a long time and it was a feeling that was well overdue. Soon the movie was just background noise, clothes were coming off piece by piece, kisses filling in their places, and warm hands exploring their bodies like it was the first time they met. YN wrapped her legs around his hips, her nails digging into his soft flesh, her soft moans caressing his ear.

He grunted burying his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder leaving kisses behind. "Oh my goodness... Fez." She breathlessly whispered while tapping his back. "Oh, baby I'm gonna cum."

His tongue slithered against her warm neck tasting her salty skin, sweat coating both bodies. "Cum for me, please cum for me, baby."

Yn felt her legs loosen their grip allowing him to thrust harder, she let out a long groan her nails sliding down his back leaving faint red trails. Her orgasm took over her whole body causing her to shake and shiver, to reach down between them in a weak attempt to push him off but he wasn't going anywhere he loved watching her mouth form that 'O' shape, his name repeatedly slipping from her, her perfect eyebrows coming closer together, the eye contact was the cherry on top of it all.

"Shit." She giggled out of breath. "You okay?" He chuckled passing his thumb over her chin. "Yes." Her cheeks started to feel warm.

Fez rolled over on his back letting out an exhausted sigh picking up the phone to check the time. "1 am, wow." He put the phone down seeing Yn now on top of him her hands laying on his chest, her soaked pussy sliding against his shaft, she whimpered at her sensitive clit's contact with the vein he had poking out. She lifted her hips taking his dick into the palm of her hand so it stood straight up and slowly sank down on it.

"Baby..." He moaned feeling engulfed in her warmth and slickness. "Can't take anymore?" She flirted rotating her hips. "Mmm don't start that, I always make you tap out."

YN didn't answer only lifted back up to his tip and carefully back down, she repeated her actions until she was comfortable enough to go a bit faster. She rode that man like a horse, helped that he was hung like one too, his hands had a hard grip on her cheeks spanking them once in a while hard enough in the hopes to leave a print. She leaned down resting her upper body on his and still moving up and down on him. "Fuck it's so deep." She muttered. "Yeah?" Fez wrapped his arms around her waist holding her down, he began to match her motions.

"Ouu I- mmm fuck I hate that." She giggled knowing she felt the complete opposite. Soon her body gave out letting Fez take over with his relentless pounding, she whimpered reaching back to push against his thighs but was denied when he collected her arm trapping it under his initiating the same on the other side. "Take that shit, I told you I always make you tap out."

She really had no choice but to lay on his chest she wiggled her upper body as much as she could but there was no point. "Fezzz." She whined, her eyes falling to the back of her head. "I'm gonna cum YN."

"Cum in me daddy, please."

Fez felt her pulsing around him only for it to trigger his own orgasm, his thrusts became slow and sloppy as he emptied himself inside of her. He released his grip on her leaving her to lay lifelessly on her, out of breath, officially tapped out for the night. "You telling me to cum in you will never get old."

She smirked. "It won't be the last time either."

The moment was interrupted by their original outcome from the last time she made that statement, baby cries over the monitor that YN had left in the basement because she always forgot the other one upstairs. "And there she goes."

YN cleaned up from the sink nearby and stole Fezco's shirt to cover her body. "Really?"

"Yuuup." She laughed running up the stairs to her daughter's room to see the infant kicking and wailing. "Okaaay mama I'm here."

She sighed carrying her back to the master bedroom seeing Fez in his boxers laying on her sheets. "I don't think she's hungry, just fussy." He watched as she carefully laid down with the baby laying on her chest. He scooted over to get closer and kissed her cheek, he placed his hand on Sage's back as she slowly calmed down and was soon back to being quiet.

"I love you guys."

Yn looked over at him. "We love you too."

don't we love when she posts on a random day in the week after saying she only does weekends? lol

New Rio fics dropping this weekend fr tho and if I don't do it shiiiiiit don't shoot the messenger

taking a break from Miss Ivy (but if you are a curious cat and would like to take a read come through) and diving back into my other boys

if you liked this fic feel free to like this fic, comments and reblogs help and are very appreciated each time (even tho tumblr wont let me respond to comments for some stupid reason.)

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whatsnewalycat · 2 years

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Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 8: Take This Longing

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: angst, swearing, smoking, alcohol use, pining, existential crisis, mental health spiral, attempts at jokes, sexual tension, movie nerd shit, cheating, public bathroom sex, unprotected PIV sex, oral sex, fluff, spilling your guts and getting ~vulnerable~

Series Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it's 1998 and you're starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

Chapter Summary: Our heroes go on a (semi-official) date and allow themselves to get a little closer.

Notes: Chapter title from "Take This Longing" by Leonard Cohen, the horniest musician ever. Lets do it in the bathroom of a Mexican restaurant y'all - comments/ likes/ reblogs are appreciated greatly. Thank you for reading!!! Spotify playlist for this chapter. Cross-posted to AO3 here (UN: glitter_diety). Update weekly on Sundays.

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151 Fir St N, Laredo, TX June 17, 1998

There’s a palpable nervous energy about you from the second you wake up. You rifle through your closet several times, trying to pick out an outfit that says “ not sure if we’re just really good friends or if I’m about to have a lover ,” and settle on high-waisted jean shorts and a black t-shirt tied up at the front to show just a liiiittle bit of your soft belly.

The clock ticks by at an excruciatingly slow pace, causing you to actually do housework to pass the time. You call Claudia to chat, since that usually eats up an hour at least. You tell her that you have plans to go see a movie with Javi today, but don’t disclose the flirtatious manner in which the two of you have been communicating. She comments, “Wow, you’re spending a lot of time with him.”

Your whole face flushes as you stutter out something akin to a lie, “Y -yeah, we’re becoming really good friends .” Which… feels fucking terrible, honestly. You know she knows you’re lying, because she can see right through you always, but you’re not ready for that conversation yet. You’re barely ready to have that conversation with Javi.

With your remaining time, you wait out on your front step, fidgeting and chain smoking until his truck rumbles into the driveway. There’s so much you know the two of you need to discuss. Like how the line you’ve been walking between friendship and romantic interest have been blurred. Like how the moment he put his hands on your waist, sending an electric shock across your body, you haven’t been able to think of anything else.

Like what the fuck am I doing I’m getting married in September.

But you can’t help it, his touch has you enraptured. On Saturday night, while you and Dan were having sex, you imagined it was Javier. It was the first time in years you’ve orgasmed with Dan. You could barely look at Javi the next morning at church without your entire face turning red.

Javier honks the horn as if you can’t see him. You stomp out your cigarette and walk over to the passenger’s side door.

“Hey,” you greet as you hop into the dusty seat and buckle your seatbelt.

“Hi there,” he responds, looking you up and down, eyes lingering on your body long enough to make your heart start pounding, “You look stunning, as always.”

“One of these times I’m going to actually remember not to wear black in here,” you chuckle nervously, ignoring the compliment rattling around the butterflies in your chest.

“Do you even own clothes that aren’t black?” he puts the truck into reverse and pulls out of the driveway.

“Believe it or not, I do,” you sigh, smiling over at him, “Smartass.”

“Pardon me?” he grins from ear to ear, fingers pressed against his lips. You roll your eyes at him and put your feet up on the dash.

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Thankfully, you and Javi don’t run into anyone you know at the theater.

Not that I have anything to hide.

You’ve both been avoiding the elephant in the room and keeping your hands to yourself, keeping things cordial and friendly. It briefly makes you wonder if what happened at the beach was an anomaly, and perhaps you and Javier can have a functional friendship without sexual tension sometime down the line. Weirdly enough, thought makes your chest ache. Like you know you would be missing something meaningful.

Sure, meaningful. Meaningful and absolutely gut-wrenchingly terrifying.

Javier opens the door for you to enter Nico’s, which is a quaint Mexican restaurant in a nearby town. The hostess seats you at a small table in a sparsely populated courtyard. The sun is going down, making way for patio lights to illuminate the table.

Both of you order margaritas the size of your head. Not surprisingly, this kind of drink is not Javi’s go-to, but you’re able to convince him to try one with you. And soon you’re feeling fluid .

“Did you like the movie?” you ask while shoving a tortilla chip in your mouth.

He finishes swallowing a mouthful of margarita before answering, “I did. It was interesting. Eerie, though, you know. What about you, what did you think?”

Honestly, The Truman Show put you in a tailspin. You find yourself identifying with the main character, Truman, in thinking that… things in your life haven’t been sitting well with you. You both feel as if you’ve been volleyed down a path you don’t want. And that freaks you out quite a bit.

“It resonated a lot with me,” you prop your chin on your hand, look down at your margarita, and absentmindedly stir it around. You're tipsy enough that you start processing your introspection outloud, “I think… I think that, for my whole life, I’ve been going along with what everybody else wants me to do. You know that I didn’t even want to move to Texas? To go to UTSA? My dad wanted me to do it. He thought that if I came down here I could concentrate better and not drop out like I did at U of M when I was 19,” a bitter laugh leaves your mouth, “Fuck, I don’t even know if I ever actually decided on my own that wanted to be a teacher. It’s something other people told me I would be good at, so I made it my purpose. Trusting other peoples opinions of me more than I trust myself. I love kids and I loved teaching, don’t get me wrong, but is that what I would have chosen without other peoples input?” you take a sip of your margarita and hold up your finger indicating but wait, there’s more , “Just like Truman, I’ve been making these choices other people have laid out for me, like it’s what I want to do, but it’s not and I’m fucking miserable.”

As if the liquor has destroyed your ability to stop thinking out loud, slashing yourself open, spilling your guts all across this table; you continue with a shaky breath as your vision gets blurred from tears, “And I’ve realized that… the only thing I’ve done for me … is spend time with you. I like you. And being around you makes me feel like I’m choosing what I want to do, for once. Which is… terrifying.”

His face softens and his eyebrows draw together. The dam of tears breaks, spilling over onto your cheeks. In public crying. Again.

Why why why why

“Sorry I’m-“ you sniffle and shove your chair out behind you, then get to your wobbly feet, “I’m so sorry.”

You keep your head down while you locate the bathroom, pull open the door, then lock it behind you once it closes. Sobs rack your body as you lean against the closed door.

Why did I let that leave my mouth? I can’t do this. I can’t show myself to him.

There’s a knock on the door. You gather yourself enough to croak out, “occupied.”

“Hey it’s me, open up,” Javi says from the other side.

I think I’ve done that too much already.

A heavy sigh escapes your chest before you turn around and flip the lock open. He barges in and locks the door behind him. You step back and whimper, “What are you doing?”

He closes the distance between you, cupping your cheeks in his hands, and searches your face. His eyes are warm and intense, and so… utterly sad. His thumb strokes away a tear and he tells you in a hushed tone, “I’ve made a lot of decisions,” he clears his throat, breaks eye contact, and leans so close you can feel his breath on your face, “My decisions… have a body count… in the dozens. I- I’m reckless with other people for my own selfish reasons. I’ve been trying to reconcile who I am with the decisions I’ve made and I am so… lost. I don’t know who I am,” he swallows hard and returns his eyes to yours, taking your breath away, “But I know that I like who I am the most when I’m with you.”

Javier wraps his arms around you as he pulls you into an embrace. Your ear presses against him as you hug him back; you listen to his heart thumping while breathing in the bouquet of smells, so uniquely him, that was tattooed on your brain all those years ago. He buries his face in your hair and takes a deep breath, making you wonder if he's reveling in your scent, too.

It just feels so goddamn good to touch him. His palms slide up your back, sending shivers down your spine. Javi’s heartbeat quickens when he feels you squirm. You pull back so you can link your shaky hands behind his neck and arch your back towards him. When you finally get the courage to look up at him, your chest tightens and knees feel weak. His eyes are boring down into you, lips parted, ragged breath. He leans closer until his nose touches yours, lips hovering just an inch away.

“Javi,” you whisper, and he inhales his name from your lips. One of your hands trail up to the side of his face, where you stroke his cheek gently. He leans into your palm. Those puppy dog eyes.

You’re so unbelievably fucked .

As if you both were pushed past your breaking point at the exact moment, you lean towards one another and press your lips together. And it’s everything . The sweetness of the margarita and the smoky cigarette taste meld together into a flavor you find delectable. Truth be told, he could probably taste like rancid meat and you’d find it to be the sweetest nectar you ever drank. He pulls back to examine your face, to make sure, is this ok?

You let out a small huff at the loss, biting your lip and nodding, more . Your hands creep hesitantly from his neck into his hair as you pull him in closer, lips reuniting in a plea to keep going. Your tongue sweeps against his, sending a deep ripple of excitement down your center, causing you to moan.

The noise triggers something primal in him; he drives you backwards until your back hits the cool tile wall and he can press against you. While one hand supports your neck as he kisses you like the fucking world is ending, the other slips up the back of your shirt. It oscillates between lightly caressing the soft skin, and digging his fingers in to pull you towards him harder. You're sensitive with desire, every touch making you shudder and gasp. His mouth departs from yours and trails down your neck, licking, kissing, sucking indiscriminately, leaving a wet trail in its wake. You gasp with each new placement.

“Oh- oh my- fuck Javi- “ you groan as he tortures you, suckling the pulse in your neck.

He brings his mouth to your ear and murmurs, “Fuck, I love hearing you say my name, baby.”

The somersault your heart does when he calls you baby leaves you dazed.

You grab the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him back to your lips for a kiss, then grind your hips against his. He groans into your mouth, pulls your shirt up over your breasts, then rolls the hard buds between his fingers. He presses his forehead against yours, stealing quick kisses from your lips while asking, “Tell me- do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

His head pulls back so he can study your face. He is a disaster . Wild black eyes, lips puffy with your lipstick smeared around them, hair sticking up every which way.

A fucking beautiful disaster.

Your chest heaving, you trail your fingernails through his messy hair again, petting him like a good boy. You bring your lips to his ear, heart pounding as you confess, “When I touch myself… when I fuck him … wh-when I close my goddamn eyes- its always you I’m thinking about, Javi.”

Inhaling sharply, he crashes his lips against yours, barely allowing you to breathe between desperate kisses, setting your skin on fire.

He ushers you over to the counter next to the sink; you scramble up onto it as he brings his mouth to one of your tits, tongue flicking your nipple relentlessly. You groan and push his face into you harder until he stuffs as much as he can in his mouth and sucks, tongue massaging the hardened bud, fueling the fire in your core. You whisper praises to him, “That’s perfect, baby, that’s so fucking good, fuck yes-“

A moan rings out into your tit, then he pops it out of his mouth as his hands move down to your shorts; where he unzips them and pulls them down in a frenzy.

“You’re not wearing a bra or underwear?” He looks up at you when he’s met with your vulva instead of panties.

“I- um… no,” you stutter through your panting, not ready for the pop quiz.

“Do you do this often?” he questions, sliding his hands up your thighs, wet kisses trailing behind them.

You nod down to him, moaning as his hands meet on either side of your cunt and he digs his fingers into your skin.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he rasps before peeling your ass off the counter and bending you over it. He sinks to his knees behind you, then groans, “you’re so wet for me holy shit, ” then you feel his thumb roll against your entrance, rubbing the digit around in your slick. The moan that escapes you is not discrete. In fact, it’s downright fucking feral.

Cooing with admiration, Javi parts your swollen lips with his fingers and sliding up your slit, exploring all of the ridges and valleys, until he hits your knot of pleasure, where he stops wandering and lays down roots, caressing you gently. You relax into it, letting him take care of you as the circular motion radiates through your entire being. As your heart rate picks up, the pleasure builds, and your hungry cunt cries for more. You whine and huff, then start grinding down onto his hand. It’s not until now you flutter your eyes open and notice he’s sitting up just enough so he can see your face, contorted with lust in the mirror. When your eyes meet, you feel an intense connection that holds space and time. The intimacy between you feels so understated in a place as anonymous as a public restroom.

His face disappears behind the globes of your ass, then you feel his tongue teasing your entrance and you gasp. He dips it inside of you, making you practically collapse and choke out, “Holy fuck, Javi- oh that’s so good , baby”

He starts fucking you with his tongue while continuing to stroke you so gently and tediously and perfectly , every thought leaves your brain. You are only existing in this moment to revel in the pleasure he’s making you feel. Arching your back, you tilt your pussy towards him and reach back to pull yourself apart more. This apparently pleases him, because he starts moaning into your pussy, and his fingers work your clit faster. You can’t even control the noises coming out of you, they’re only instinct, rolling off your lips as ecstasy mounts. It’s fucking perfect. But it would be more perfect if- “fuck me, p-please, I need you,” you beg quietly.

Wasting no time, he jumps to his feet to undo his belt buckle and jeans. His cock bobs up out of its constraints and you’re ecstatic.

We meet again, old friend.

He sees you biting your lip and looking at his hard cock through the mirror, then it twitches enthusiastically. His hips lean against you and he asks, “Are you on birth control?”

You nod in the affirmative.

“Are- are you sure you want to do this?” he whispers through his panting.

“So fucking bad, Javi. I want you, please ,” you whimper, pushing back against him.

Your neediness pulls a groan from his lips as he brings his head to your entrance, then pushes his length into you. His eyes are on yours through the mirror, face snarling with pleasure. You swear to fucking god you see stars as he drags it out, then back in until it disappears, splitting you open and eliciting a moan through gritted teeth. He continues like this... leisurely, measured thrusts, like he has all night. Like there aren’t people probably outside the door waiting to use this bathroom. Like he doesn’t give a fuck if anyone hears the two of you panting and sputtering.

You push back onto him, trying to set a faster pace, but he grabs your waist doesn’t let you. It’s excruciating. You’re a fucking mess, whimpering and pleading as he takes his time with your pussy.

“Baby-,” you pout, trying to push back onto him faster again. He grins at you, pulls out of you and sets your ass back on the counter so you’re face-to-face.

“You’re so impatient, cariño,” he pants against your mouth, then kisses you passionately as he slides back into you. Your heart skips a beat. He teases you with two slow thrusts, making you whine, before picking up the pace. It's incomparable, the way he fills you, like his cock was moulded just for you. He's driving into you at a tempo that engulfs your body in pure bliss .

Your heart races and you grab onto his shirt, babbling into his neck, “Javi- you fuck me so good- holy fuck- Javi - you’re going to make me cum-“

He moans out your name and it sounds so sweet on his lips you can barely hold it together. You buck against him frantically, chasing the fire building inside you, until it overtakes you, flooding your body with ecstasy as you spasm around his cock. He shudders and thrusts into you wildly for another moment until he whimpers, lips parted in an o, finding his release inside you.

Neither of you move for at least a minute, catching your breath. He places delicate kisses across your smiling face and whispers, “ fuck- you’re so pretty.”

The smile spreads even wider and you draw his lips to yours. He pulls out of you and steps back to pull up his pants and buckle his belt. You shift to move but he places his hand on your belly, stilling you, “Hang on,” he pulls some paper towels out of a dispenser and cleans you up before helping you down.

What a gentleman.

Once you both get your shit together (the best you can, given the circumstances), you emerge from the bathroom timidly. You’re not sure what to expect, but you’re still surprised to see one woman standing outside waiting patiently. You come out first, and she starts towards the door, which is when Javier emerges. She curls her lip and huffs past him into the bathroom that the two of you had just defiled.

Back at the table, food arrived, what appears to be… some time ago. The waitress is talking to a manager when she spots you returning and waves him away. She approaches and puts on a friendly smile to let Javier know she wasn’t sure if you two were returning or not, but offers to warm up the food. You both agree that it’s not necessary.

Once she leaves, the two of you eat the cold (but fucking delicious) food quietly, looking up at each other and grinning every so often. You’re certain the woman you ran into outside of the bathroom told management about what she had seen, because the staff has a completely different demeanor towards your party of two for the remainder of the meal.

“Waitresses keep looking at us funny,” you comment.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to come back here for a while,” he chuckles, wiping his mouth with a napkin and then throwing it on his empty plate.

You shrug and smile up at him, “worth it.”

You’re able to avoid talking about the implications and consequences of what happened in the bathroom until about one second after both the truck doors slam shut. He barely has a chance to turn the engine over before you ask, fidgeting and bouncing your foot, “So, what is it… that we’re doing? Was that a one time thing?”

“Is that what you want it to be?” he glances over at you, eyebrows furrowed and jaw set.

No. It’s not what I want.

“I- I don’t know. Is that what you want it to be?” you gulp.

He lights two cigarettes at the same time, then hands one to you. His fingers tap on the steering wheel as he sighs, then rolls his head on his shoulders to meet your eyes, “No, but I’m not the one with a fiancé.”

Your stomach churns, hands tingle, and you start biting your cheek nervously. Your eyebrows draw together and you meet his hard stare. Voice quivering, you breathe, “I don’t know what I want.”

This is a lie. You know you want Javier. But you can’t leave Dan without a dollar to your name and free fall into a relationship with someone who has a track record of completely disappearing… and that’s assuming he would want a relationship with you.

He puts the truck in reverse and brings you home. During the drive, the air is thick with words neither of you are speaking. You’re so lost in a haze of what ifs and potential catastrophes you’re tiptoeing around, you don’t even realize when the truck pulls into your driveway until you hear Javi say your name softly. It makes you jump.

“Hey,” he grabs your hand and pulls it to his mouth, laying a tender kiss on your wrist. You turn towards him and rub your thumb against his face. He makes a noise that’s almost like purring, then pulls you across the bench seat to kiss your lips. It says everything the two of you don’t have the courage to say.

I want you. I don’t know how, exactly, but I want you.

You part your mouth and run your tongue along his bottom lip until he opens up and lets you in, greeting your tongue with his own. He deepens the kiss, burying his hand in your hair and pulling you closer. You rearrange so you’re straddling him, back against the steering wheel, chest against his. The two of you lose yourself there, kissing, licking, petting, just savoring what it feels like to finally be submerged in the other.

When you surface from the depths of him to take a breath, sweating and panting, he lays butterfly kisses on your neck, not able to keep his hands or lips off of you.

“I should go in before my neighbors see us,” you giggle. He nuzzles into your neck further and wraps his arms around you, as if you restrain you from leaving. His mustache tickles your neck and you can’t help but burst out laughing.

He leans back with a smile, holding his hands steady around your waist, “When can I see you again?”

You and Javier make plans to go on a walk tomorrow afternoon. You’re barely able to pull yourself away from him, but the paranoia of being caught outweighs the comfort of being in his arms.

To give yourself credit, you make it all the way inside the house and close the door before you spiral into a panic attack. Chest heaving, head spinning, crumpled up on the floor next to your shoe rack. You feel like you’ve been shot full of adrenaline and can’t stop crying.

This is what you wanted, right?

Yes, but you didn’t think you could actually do it. And you did it. And it was fucking wonderful. Everything is so easy and good with Javi.

But now what?

Your heart is begging you to take a leap of faith. However, you don’t think he’s looking for the kind of commitment you are. What if you burn down your relationship with Dan, then Javi gets cold feet? Then you’re stuck in Texas with no money, no home, no people. How would you even get home to Minnesota? Then, if you were able to get there, the only person who would take you in is Claudia. She doesn’t have room for you. Sure, she would still let you stay, but it would be a burden on a family that is already cramped for space and strapped for cash.

And if you see Javier secretly, you run the same risks. What if Dan doesn’t find out? What if he does?

Would it be worth it?

Thinking about how you feel so alive and free to be yourself around Javi… how he feels so right… your chest aches at the prospect of letting him go. But the terror that clenches around your gut at the thought of letting him any closer screams louder. You pull yourself off the floor, crawl into bed, and cry yourself to sleep.

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lover-of-mine · 8 months

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get to know me

tagged by @wikiangela thank you 🩷

Nicknames: I never had one tbh, Anna is easy enough, no nickname ever stayed.

Zodiac: taurus

Height: 171cm/5'7 according to my tape measure that has both centimeters and feet lol (but this has actually shocked me because I spent the last 8 years thinking I was 168 because everyone told me you stop growing when you're a teen and I was 168 when I was 18 and that was that but apparently not cuz I had to get measured for my new insurance and low and behold I'm taller than I thought I was)

Fave music: whatever 5sos is doing kspakapskoakapa (my Spotify genre mixes are pop, punk, rock, country and soft metal and I would say that's the assortment of things I listen to more regularly)

Followers: 1100 and something last I checked and I have no clue where y'all came from lspskapakapa

Following: 249

Do you get asks: sometimes, I've been getting them more frequently now tho (probably because my anon was closed for like 2 years for personal reason but I opened it back up once I started posting more frequently because it can be intimidating to send asks with your blog on it and I didn't want to close the possibility)

Amount of sleep: I've started mood stabilizers a few months back and those have me either sleeping for 5 hours and not a second more or sending me into a coma for 10, no in-between kspskapkapalaoala

What are you wearing: shorts and a camp half blood shirt

Dream job: honestly no clue anymore lol

Languages: Portuguese (native), English, I can get away with some basic Spanish and with reading French. I also have a basic understanding of libras, that's the Brazilian sign language.

Random fact: I have a gold medal from a basketball competition from when I was in highschool and I scored a half court shot in the game we won it.

Aesthetic: recently I'm a cartoon character, the color my hair is becomes my personality kspskapalpakapa

No pressure tag 🩷: @eddiebabygirldiaz @ilostyou @chamaleonsoul @ijustdontlikepeople @caramelcalum @sherlockcrossing @disasterbuckdiaz and anyone else that feels like doing this

#tag game #thoughts thoughts thoughts #this is fun

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reneesbooks · 10 months

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lacuna snippet: the dragon purges

y'all voted for the dragon purges in the make me write poll--it won with 8 votes and i promised 10 sentences for each vote. This is a bit over 80 sentences, but i hope you will forgive me ;)

lacuna taglist (ask to be added <3): @serenanymph @lyssa-ink @oh-no-another-idea @lena-rambles @ashen-crest @tragicbackstoryenjoyer @serpentarii @allianaavelinjackson

under a cut bc she's long!

Maura folds her hands in front of herself, smiling at the assembled crowd. “Welcome and thank you for your presence at tonight's ball. I am honored to present the Emperor of Guildi, First Star of the Empire, Nikandros the Seventh, and his son, Crown Prince of Guildi, Second Star of the Empire, Leonnatos the First.”

The crowd applauds as the emperor and prince bow and smile. Maura continues, her voice carrying over the quickly hushed crowd. “Prince Leonnatos will select a partner for his first dance.”

The prince's face pales quickly as he surveys the crowd. Keelan thinks of how nervous he'd been the first time he'd been to Morbhard. He'd been Leo's age then. The prince looks more like he's going to throw up.

Leo finally turns to Maura with a smile and bows deeply. “I would be honored if our esteemed hostess would allow me her first dance.”

Maura's eyes dart to Keelan and someone in the crowd gasps. Keelan makes a mental note to speak to that someone later. Maura smiles at her cousin, setting her hand in his. “Of course, Your Highness. You do me a great honor.”

Keelan stands next to the emperor as Leo leads Maura through the first steps of a simple dance that he doesn't know the name of. He's awful at most court dances anyway, following Maura's lead as much as possible, so he doesn't need to know that kind of thing. Leo is three inches shorter than Maura. He doesn't appear to be leading either.

Nikandros doesn't deign to speak to a mere soldier, so Keelan is left to stew in his thoughts as Leo dances with Maura. He can feel eyes on him and does his best to school his expression into something that doesn't scream murder.

He's sure his eyes flash when Leo's hand touches Maura's waist, but he tries not to think about it. Leo's just a kid, and Keelan is being ridiculous. His fingers tighten on the hilt of his sword and he has to force himself to let go of it.

The two of them step apart and Maura's deep curtsy looks different from this angle. He doesn't like it. Maura calls for the guests to enjoy the ball and leads Leo over to some eastern duchess who immediately pushes forward a blushing son that bows shakily to Leo. Having successfully passed him off, Maura makes her way back towards Keelan. He feels tension drain from his shoulders with every step she takes up the steps of the dais. He takes his place at her side and she gives him a small smile. “Leo's an awful dancer,” she says quietly. “I pity that poor little duke from Hertfordge. He'll have bruised feet within an hour if Leo likes him as much as he likes Leo.”

Keelan snorts. “Are your feet going to be alright, then?”

“Oh, I trust I won't have to worry about any other dance partners stepping on my feet,” she says airily.

“Queen Maura,” Nikandros says, waving a dismissive hand at Keelan. “May we speak privately?”

“We may not.” She folds her hands in front of her and smiles at him. “I can't leave my guests and Sir Keelan is the only person in this city that I trust. Anything you wish to say to me I wish for him to hear. We may speak here, where I am still within view of my guests and am not abandoning them as their hostess, and where Sir Keelan can hear our conversation, so that he may advise me on your intentions.”

Nikandros's face is a bright red. “Queen Maura, this is not—”

“I beg your pardon, but this is Raedora.” Maura leans forward. “You will not scold me in my own castle, on my own lands, at my own ball.” She leans back, flicking an imaginary speck of dust off her silk skirt. “What is it you wished to discuss, Nick? It's looking like a good ball, and I'd hate to miss it.”

Keelan isn't sure he'll ever get tired of the way Nikandros's mouth opens and closes silently when Maura dismisses him like that. He's beginning to hope that Leo doesn't find somebody to marry at the ball, just so that he can watch this idiot playing at emperor get put in his place for another two weeks.

“I saw a dragon fly over the castle earlier today,” Nikandros finally says through gritted teeth. Maura turns to face the dancing crowd, tipping her head towards him to show that she's still listening. It's a courtesy that Keelan doesn't think Nikandros deserves, but he says nothing, just flicks his cloak over his sword so that the purple fabric hides it from view.

“That isn't an uncommon sight,” Maura says, measured. “There are many dragons in Raedora.”

“Why?” Nikandros demands. “Your father outlawed magic, didn't he? Didn't you?”

Maura turns her head to look at him. “What do you know of Raedora's laws? Are the Guildin Empire's laws not superior enough that you don't bother to learn how things are in the uncivilized lands?”

Nikandros blanches. “How do you know about that?”

“It was bold of you to have a conversation like that on one of my ships,” Maura says, acidic. “I spoke with Leo earlier and let him know that your little talk with him did not accurately reflect Raedora's customs. Hopefully he won't say something rude to one of his dance partners and embarrass himself.” She looks away from Nikandros again. “Really, Nick. You couldn't find diplomacy if I tied it to your dick. As for my father, he outlawed witchcraft. Dragons do not practice witchcraft, so the law didn't apply to them. Any further ignorant questions about my country, or have you finished insulting me for the day?”

Nikandros says nothing, his face progressing to a shade of purple.

“I will take that as a no.” Maura gives a shallow bend of her knees in his direction. “I believe I promised to speak with someone over there.”

Keelan follows her to the snack table, where she picks up a glass of champagne and drains it. “I could still kill him for you.”

“No,” she sighs, grabbing another glass from a passing server and sipping it this time. “It would be such a headache to cover up, and Leo doesn't deserve to lose his father, as incompetent as he is.”

“Hm.” Keelan snags a pastry off the table and pops it into his mouth. He chews for a moment, watching Nikandros pace on the dais, his eyes scanning the crowd. “Do you think Leo will be any better?”

“Not particularly.” Maura's eyes drift to where Leo is still talking to the future duke of Hertfordge. “But he's got a heart. It's more than can be said for his father.” She takes another swallow of champagne. “More than can be said for a lot of rulers.”

Keelan slides his hand along her waist. “Dance with me.”

She smiles around the rim of her glass. “You want to dance a quadrille?”

“I don't know what that is.”

“Of course you don't.” She laughs a little. “I'll have to do the rounds, greet the people who think themselves important.”

“Dance with me first.”

She rolls her eyes but lets him lead her to the dance floor.

#featuring: keelan being Super Normal at a ball. maura Roasting The Shit out of the sovereign of another country. Gay 15 Year Olds. etc.#lacuna #writeblr #original fiction #fantasy novel #dark fantasy #writeblr community #rb original #keelan #maura #those of you who voted for jack: don't worry i'll feed y'all next #imagining throwing out sentences like bread crumbs and going pspspspsppspss as my mutuals crawl out of the bushes

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 1 year

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POV: You are me.

Tuesday:

*Purchase a piece of furniture you've been needing for awhile.

*Drive in snow for the first time! Fun.

*Use a power tool (a drill) for the first time! Feel powerful.

Tuesday night:

*Get to bed by 10:30ish. You have to be up at 6.

*Do not sleep. Toss and turn. Get maybe 2 hours of sleep. Not consecutively.

Wednesday morning:

*Do cash at work at 8 AM. Take way longer than you should. Cry when your boss gently points out that you need to pick up speed.

*Get locked out of your register. Your boss has to help you change your password.

Wednesday afternoon:

*Get a little over an hour to nap. Fail to sleep. Realize your phone is barely holding charge.

*Eat a little bit.

*Ask your mom to pray for you.

*Go to tutor a child with reading. Find out that her mom is just as exhausted as you.

*Her mom makes you a cup of tea. Nice! It's in a cup-inside-a-cup and seems very fancy, but you don't realize it at first. You almost drink from the wrong cup. (Which is where the actual tea is steeping from, into the second cup.) This is actually okay; you and the mom share a laugh you both need about this.

*Tutoring actually goes okay. A little bit of trouble toward the end, when you introduce something new, but that's not surprising; she doesn't like change. Neither do you. You will get through this together.

*Go to pick up the furniture you purchased the day before. Find out that the furniture has a second part you have no idea what to do with, but you already paid for it, so it's yours.

*Realize you've needed to go to the restroom since before tutoring. There is not one at the store. Good news! Your local library is close. Bad news! They are closing soon.

*Make it to the library before they close. After you finish with the restroom, take some time to look around a little, because you're In A Library.

*Run into the husband of a dear friend of yours. You do not know him very well, and have mostly talked to him around her. You are also very tired by this point.

*He's polite and friendly, and mildly concerned about you being there so close to closing, so he tries to see if there's anything he can help you with.

*You are falling asleep on your feet at this point. You are too tired to figure out if it's appropriate to say to the husband you hardly know of a dear friend, "I actually just needed to use the restroom, but I'm incapable of visiting a library without looking at stuff." So you just awkwardly decline, and he's polite enough to let you go.

*You finally come home and eat dinner.

BUT you have tomorrow off and can basically spend the whole day resting!

TL;DR, pray for me, y'all. Ya girl didn't sleep hardly at all, and I don't do well with that.

#i speak #btw the snow wasn't like. a lot. it was barely sticking. but still. new experience.#also yes i'm treating tumblr as my diary today #that's what it's for right?

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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I’m Still Hurting (Orc x Reader) Part 2

Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2107 words

Summary: You and your boyfriend establish a new normal

A/N: At long last, the highly requested part two! I had a bit of struggle coming up with a proper followup to the first part (which was part of why I left it with an open-ended ending in the first place lol). Little less angst this time, I felt these two deserved a little sweetness after the last chapter. Hope y'all enjoy!

Part 1

The first thing that caught your eye when you walked by the music store was the Grand Piano. It was gorgeous: Polished mahogany, a nice velvet seat, and keys that looked like they had never seen the sticky fingers of a curious 8 year old.

“Wow, is that new?”

You nod, admiring the old-fashioned air of the instrument. You knew jack shit about music, but even you could tell that this piano was an antique, one probably worth a good chunk of change.

“Must be. I’ve never seen it before and this place is on my way to work.”

Waruck hmms, pressing his hands up against the glass. His eyes sparkle when he sees the “Free to Play” sign right next to the piano. It probably reminds him of his Grandpa’s, the one he played when you guys visited his family for Christmas.

That was a long time ago.

“Want to go in?”

Waruck pulls away from the glass, eyebrows raised. He rubs the back of his neck and steps a couple feet back, trying to curb his enthusiasm.

“Uh, we don’t have to-”

“I don’t mind. It's been a while-” You pause, the slight-anxiety in the air making every casual word difficult, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard you play.”

Waruck smiles, small and polite, and opens the door of the shop for you. Before, he might have done a little bow and said “Ladies First” in a British accent.

But that was before, and this is now. Now, every comment is walking on eggshells, whispered tentatively and under your breath. Testing the waters for how comfortable you two could get around each other.

Still, it was exponential growth from two months ago.

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After your meeting at the coffee shop, you had asked Waruck for a month; A month of privacy, for you to collect your thoughts and feelings, to be alone for a bit. He had agreed immediately, shuffling out of the cafe with a hunched back and a melancholy air, but he had kept his promise. You took the time to focus on other things, shifting your relationship to the back of your mind and enjoying the day-to-day.

But a part of you felt a little bad, like maybe you were stringing Waruck along for an inevitable breakup. Getting his hopes up for an extra tortuous punishment that left a sour taste in your mouth. So on one brave Saturday night, you sent him a meme you saw on Instagram, one that reminded you of him.

That second month saw the two of you texting more and more frequently, sending little jokes, asking how your day was, so and so. Each week rebuilt a little bit more of that familiarity, that comfortableness. It finally got to the point where Waruck asked if you were free one weekend. He just wanted to get some lunch and stroll around the neighborhood for a bit. For the first time in a while, that idea didn’t seem too bad.

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The air is considerably cooler inside the store, a tiny bell ringing as a rush of air-conditioned air hits both of you. Waruck makes a beeline for the piano, his footsteps short and quick. You feel a smile crawl on your face; He always acted like an excited kid when it came to music.

Waruck plops down in the center of the stool, fingers lightly brushing over the keys in awe. You walk up the piano’s side, laying your hand on the wood and admiring the lack of smudge marks on the polished wood. Waruck tests out a G note and although the sound is short, it’s extremely pleasant. Waruck’s smile grows even larger.

“When I was a young boy…”

You mutter under your breath. Waruck chuckles, quickly continuing onto a G flat.

“My father took me into the city,” Waruck hums

“To see a marching band.” The two of you sing together, laughing a little bit too loudly and gaining a sharp look from the tired sales clerk. Waruck waves a little apology, but that playful grin stays on his face.

“Wow, that brings back some repressed Hot Topic memories.”

“Seriously. I can almost feel the book my band teacher used to thwack me with. Me and my buddies would sneak into the choir room and play that all the time.” Waruck’s fingers dance over a couple more notes, aimless.

You’ve always liked watching Waruck play. His fingers were so dextrous and controlled, not to mention long and nicely articulated. He’d probably make good money from a hand-model side-gig.

“Want to take a seat?”

You shift your focus away from Waruck’s hands. He’s made space on the bench and pats the open space next to him.

“Yeah, sure.” You say, despite the fast pace your heart is now beating.

You keep a solid two inches of distance between your bodies, keeping your thighs together as to not brush your legs with his. It felt like a middle school dance, keeping a bible length away from your partner to avoid the disapproving stare of the chaperones.

Waruck nods, absentmindedly running his fingers up the scale. “Any requests?”

Immediately, all non-love songs depart from your brain. One of your favorite pieces sits on the tip of your tongue and your brain refuses to let it go. You shake your head.

“Nope. It’s all yours, music man.”

Waruck chuckles, a little louder and a lot more comfortable, as he sits deeper in his seat.

“Prepare,” Waruck cracks his knuckles, “to be amazed.”

You bite back a laugh. He’s still such a dork.

He starts to play, his hands easily finding the right keys, moving like a well-oiled machine. Your heart nearly skips a beat before it melts into a puddle of sentiment.

It’s your favorite.

The song brings back memories of your childhood, a rainy day in, and delicious food. It’s like chicken soup for the soul and you can feel any of the left over tension leave your body.

Waruck’s eyebrows furrow with concentration, but he has a large smile on his face, his large tusks peeking out from his lips. His arm stretches across the piano as the song hits its most fast-paced part. His biceps and shoulders lean more into your space, but the feeling isn’t unwelcome. It feels natural, as if his presence and yours is part of the piece itself.

Waruck’s thigh brushes against yours, but his pace doesn’t falter and neither does yours. You stay enraptured, watching how easily he slips into the music. You barely even notice how you have begun to lean closer to his side; Your mind says it’s to give his arms plenty of space to play, but it’s still far more comfortable than you are willing to admit.

How easy it feels, in the moment, to fall back into routine.

The song begins slowing to a stop, only a couple seconds left, when the sounds of the music shop return to you. A giggle from not too far rings discordant with Waruck’s piano.

Three girls stand not too far from you, watching with fascination as Waruck plays.

“Wow, he is so good!” One whispers to her friends.

There is nothing even remotely lascivious in their eyes or in their words, but a knife still twists in your gut. Your throat constricts as flashes of your bedroom, of unanswered texts, and a picture of a bar corner booth send needles down your spine and into your heart.

Is this wrong? Is this giddy feeling you have only distracting you from reality? Is it like this song, Waruck’s playing, beautiful but temporary?

“Ugh, I want what they have.”

“I know, right? How romantic.”

They’re wrong, you’re wrong, this is wrong; It’s fake, fake, fa-

Your eyes dart to and fro, trying to desperately avoid Waruck’s quickly overwhelming body heat and your audience, before it catches on the distorted shape of your reflection in the window.

The glass is old, slightly drooping, even the golden lettering of the music shop’s name looks dusty and sun-bleached.

But what is unmistakable is you and Waruck. Waruck, playing piano, and looking at you. Looking at you with the love in his eyes you thought had died, or had never been there at all. The group of girls stands in the background, small and out of focus.

And Waruck is staring at you.

“Are you okay?” Waruck asks, his warm hand on your shoulder.

You whip your neck around, almost getting whiplash.

You’re here, in the music store, with your boyfriend. He looks at you, brow slightly puzzled from your wild eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I,” You suck in a deep breath, “Sorry, I guess I got lost in my own head. That song gets me kind of nostalgic.”

Waruck pats your shoulder and you miss it’s heat when he pulls it back to his side. He smiles, but you can tell he is still slightly worried.

“No problem, I get it.”

You notice now how much closer Waruck is to you. His chest has shifted towards yours, the fabric of his shirt sleeve pressing against the skin of your bicep. Waruck’s knee absentmindedly knocks into yours, but the contact doesn’t sting or jolt you. Not even the continuing silence makes the situation awkward.

It’s nice.

“Do you want to check out the record aisle? They might actually have that piece on vinyl.”

Waruck gestures with his thumb to the piles of CD’s and records not too far from you two. You nod

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

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The two of you spend about an hour in the music store, pointing out hilarious cover art and admiring some vintage finds. Waruck even gets you to chuckle a couple of times, slowly bringing out his old cheesy puns.

Waruck’s missed this.

You two walk out of the music store at the tail end of one of Waruck’s jokes, you playfully punching his shoulder.

The two of you wander, in the opposite direction of your cars, for a little while. But Waruck hasn’t lost track of time; No, he’s soaking in every moment he can, every smile and lingering look you give him. Every reminder that this is real.

He spent a week agonizing over what he did. Stuck in silence as he gave you your space. His friends (His real friends, not those assholes from the bar) had offered to come by and keep him company, but he turned it down.

When Waruck got back into routine, it was slow-rolling. It was difficult to fight the instinct to check his phone for a good-morning text, or check your Instagram for any ‘post-breakup’ partying.

No, he had already broken your trust once. The least he could do was give you some time. Spend some hour not wallowing in self-pity, but actively make a change.

Waruck began to accept those invites to a chill hang out, playing some poker and sipping on beer with the gang. He played his keyboard when the thoughts got too loud and went jogging when the music wasn’t loud enough. He called his mom a couple of times, even sent his sister a couple of texts to catch up. They hadn’t spoken outside of holidays for almost three years.

Maybe he was the one that needed time.

God, why did you have to be so smart?

“Oh shit, how long have we been walking?” You mutter, checking your watch for the time. Waruck turns around you, already knowing the answer was 27 minutes, exactly. The both of you were nearing the edge of the neighborhood, cafes and shops turning into residential suburbs. “Dang, time really flies, huh?”

Waruck smiles.

“With you? It always does.”

You give him a half smile, patting his bicep. “Oh my god, you’re such a cheeseball.”

Waruck winks and shoots you some finger guns.

“You know it babe.”

You giggle, checking your watch once more, face turning just a little bit.

“I should probably head back, I’m getting dinner with some friends tonight.”

A small part of Waruck yearns for more time, but he lets it go.

Space, this was about establishing space.

“I had a lot of fun today, Waruck.” You step a little closer, Waruck’s heart skips a beat.

“Me too.” He whispers, his breath catching as your fingers brush against his.

It’s a simple gesture, one you’ve down a million times. But when your palm slips into his, your finger’s interlocking, it’s like fireworks have gone off.

“Same time, next week?”

Waruck nods, not trusting himself to speak without a voice crack.

That’s all he needed, all you wanted; The promise of the future.

“Yes, I would love that.”

#my writing #orc x reader #reader insert #female reader insert #orc/human #monster/human #monster x reader #monster/reader #angst #orc

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serenityseventeen · 3 years

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Joshua (홍지수):

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“I Like You”

synopsis: You are a cafe worker and one of the other employees, Hong Joshua, is your crush. You are too afraid to tell him your feelings but finally, get enough courage to confess.

genre: cafe/workers!au

pairing: cafe-worker!joshua x cafe-worker!reader

a/n: Joshuaaaaa~ this man is a sweetheart but sometimes he just can't control himself eitherrr!!! + Wow, first day of reopening and I have 20+ requests! I will work hard to make good content!! xoxo + to extend this request I added some flashbacks + have y'all seen Vincenzo's newest episodes??? AMAZING.

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Hands wiping the wooden tables with a wet cloth, you hummed quietly to yourself in the empty cafe.

Most of the other employees were cleaning up the kitchen. It was about to hit 8 p.m. but the sun was still up, just a bit, peeking over the horizon.

Your mind wandered off to a time earlier in the day. The man you like, the respectful, humble, and kind-hearted Joshua Hong, did some things that were unforgettable to you today. Even though gestures seemed casual and small, they left you grinning from ear to ear.

As you wiped the tables, you recalled the moment. It was in the early morning. You arrived at the cafe feeling tired and Joshua, who is always so kind, asked you if you wanted coffee.

“I'll go make a cup for you,” Joshua had said.

You two were inside the employees' locker room.

“No, I'll be fine,” You replied, yawning.

Even after you refused the drink, after you finished changing in the women's dressing room, you found a cup of coffee placed by your locker.

There was a small sticky note on your locker too.

‘Don't worry, I paid for it.’ was all that the note had stated. Even with only those words, you knew it was Joshua, which made you swarm with happiness. You almost jumped but decided to just tap your feet excitedly instead.

Your heart was beating so fast that you didn't know what to do. You were smiling ear to ear, slipping out yippy giggles, thinking about Joshua. You finished the coffee and went to start work, where you saw Joshua already taking orders.

The other moment was during lunch break.

You walked up to Joshua, who was standing outside of the cafe. Sometimes you guys just needed some fresh air to breathe in instead of food to eat.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you had said shyly. You couldn't even look at him in the eye because you were afraid he would be able to see through everything. “I don't know how to return the favor,”

Joshua turned to you which made your heart race.

“No need to return the favor-”

That was when the moment happened. Joshua had suddenly took a hold of both of your arms and pulled you toward him. Your heart was accelerating at this point and you could feel the blush rising on your face.

Thanks to some lousy biker.

“Are you alright?” Joshua looked down at you but quickly looked back at the biker who almost ran into you. “Gosh, he should watch where he's going. He'll get hurt...”

Joshua then turned back to you, his large hands still gripping into your arm tightly. He asked again, “Are you okay?”

You quickly nodded and got out of his grip because your heart was beating way too fast, pounding out of your chest.

You had thanked him and then both of you went back to work.

Those were the two moments involving Joshua that you couldn't stop thinking about.

Joshua was such a kind guy. He had great manners and was nice to everyone. He had a masculine charm, a sweet voice, and multiple talents. You fell for him when you saw him play the guitar for a child.

That day was about four months ago.

It was a little child's birthday and they had decided to celebrate it here, at the cafe. According to the family that day, there was supposed to be a musician coming, but after hours and hours of waiting, the musician never came.

The little birthday boy was in love with music so he was disappointed when the musician didn't come. Throwing a fit, you and the other employees couldn't do anything to help.

You went around searching for toys when you heard the plucks of a few guitar strings, followed by a soft, sweet, and gentle voice. You went back to see who it was.

It was one of your coworkers, Joshua.

Joshua was singing “happy birthday” at first but then continued to sing more of the little boys' favorite songs. You remembered that moment clearly. He looked like an angel who descended from heaven. His sweet voice filled the entire cafe and everyone turned to look.

His attractiveness stuck to you then and now you can't do anything about it. You like him so much now but consider yourself at the same time, too much of a coward to say anything regarding your true feelings.

Clap clap.

You snapped back to reality and turned around, where the clapping was from.

Coming out from the employee-only section was Joshua.

“Aren't you going to head home? Everyone left already.” Joshua said. He was dressed in a black jacket, white shirt, and denim pants.

You looked around and scratched the back of your neck shyly. “I guess everyone did leave...”

You got changed and left the cafe, making sure to lock the doors and close the store.

Joshua was waiting outside of the cafe.

“Why are you still here?” You asked out of curiosity.

“Ah, I figured that you shouldn't walk home alone,” Joshua smiled lightly, making your heart skip a beat. “Is it fine if I join you?”

The time was going to be perfect.

So, of course, you agreed.

When you two walked, you felt this feeling in your chest start to grow. It was like that feeling was pushing you to tell him about your feelings. For months, you acted like you were uninterested, you treated him exactly like a colleague.

This might be the only chance. Your heart was beating nervously, and once again, you were afraid.

Joshua seemed to notice your tension.

He slowly walked behind you and then switched so that he would be walking beside the road.

Joshua's heart was beating nervously too. He clenched onto his pants as his steps lined up with yours.

The silence made his heart want to speak.

“I have something to say,”

Surprisingly, both of you said it at the same time.

Joshua laughed, covering his mouth shyly. You chuckled too, looking down at the ground because you were too nervous to look into his eyes.

“You can say what you want first,” Joshua said.

You paused and turned to face Joshua. He turned to you too. Both of your hearts were nervous, racing.

You let out a deep breath.

“I like you, Joshua.”

Joshua's eyes looked up.

You finally looked up as well. Everything else was blurry except for his face.

Joshua smiled sweetly.

“I like you too,” Joshua said, the corners of his mouth lifted into a bright smile.

A heart-fluttering smile spread on your face.

You took a step closer and gave him a peck on his cheek quickly. Your heart was beating fast as you made the first sudden move. You just wanted to make sure he knew how serious you were.

After all, it took a lot of courage for you to do this.

Joshua's heart raced as your soft lips touched his cheek.

Picking up his courage, Joshua brought his large, masculine hands to your jaw and guided your lips to his.

Your heart fluttered. Your hands clenched onto his jacket as he pulled you a bit closer. His hands massaged your jawline as his lips softly continued to kiss you.

The streetlamp flickered, lighting up as the sun hid away.

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-serenityseventeen

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mcwriting · 3 years

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His Mobius

Lol y'all gonna hate me for this one but what can I say, I'm obsessed with this ship and slightly disappointed in the season finale.

Not my normal jam so sorry to those who only follow me for T. Holland content

Picks up where ep 6 leaves off. Don't read if you don't wanna get spoiled lol.

Ship: Loki vs. Mobius M. Mobius (one-sided)

Word Count: 1212

Warnings: it's sad boi hours in here y'all prepare to have your heart ripped out for a second; also spoilers

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The color had drained from Loki's face as he realized what was going on when he stared at the giant statue of He Who Remains.

With the intense branching of timelines, Sylvie had kicked him into a random, newly-born universe.

He turned back to the man he knew-

No. He didn't know this man.

This was Mobius. M. Mobius, but not his Mobius. M. Mobius.

"I... I- I- I need a tempad, please," Loki begged the not-his-Mobius.

"Don't you have one? Wait- I'm sorry, who are you again? You never answered my question," not-Mobius said with growing suspicion.

He didn't know this Loki, or seem to know any Lokis at all, but he still knew to question guys who came up asking frantic questions and requesting other agents' tempads.

Loki didn't know how to answer.

For once he wanted to tell the truth, but there was no way he'd be able to explain things to this not-Mobius. He didn't have time. He needed to find his Mobius.

With a swift glance, he located not-Mobuis's tempad and with even swifter precision snatched it from the man.

"Hey wait!" he cried, but it was too late.

Loki had already punched in random numbers and opened a portal, stepping through into the unknown.

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The yellow rectangle behind Loki closed as soon as he stepped through, and he knew that with all the chaos, he probably wouldn't ever be found.

As he got his bearings, Loki started to register the sights and sounds around him, along with the humid heat that made his already sweaty skin feel even stickier.

He blinked a couple times before realizing what he was looking at.

Somewhat.

He was in a rainforest.

"Midgard. This- I'm on earth," he muttered to himself, brows furrowed.

Back before the TVA, he'd spent years plotting his takeover of the planet. The Asgardian libraries had contained books filled with knowledge about earth's nature and climate systems, something he'd used to his advantage when planning where he wanted to rule from.

While he didn't know a thing about earth customs or technology, Loki could easily tell the difference between a chimpanzee and a capuchin, or explain how hibiscus flowers were great in tea.

The real question was when is he?

Loki looked at his tempad.

Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica. 2015.

It made sense. Loki remembered that the country was known for its lush landscapes.

There was no telling what universe he was in. He wondered if he could find someone to fill in in the 3 years since the battle of New York, if that had even happened in this timeline.

He took a look around. The foliage was bright green, and he spotted a toucan on a nearby branch. There was the occasional scream of a howler monkey echoing through the trees.

A few feet away, just past a few trees, was a dirt path. Signs that people had walked this trail many times.

Of course, a worry popped into the back of Loki's head that claimed a hungry jaguar had paced there as it looked for a meal, trampling the grass in search of prey.

His fears were quelled, however, when he heard faint voices nearing.

He stepped behind a wide tree and watched carefully as a man in a neon shirt led a family down the trail.

Loki spotted 5 kids, who all looked between the ages of 8 and 18. Interspersed among them were 4 adults who looked to be in their 40s or 50s.

At the back of the pack walked two older men. A shorter guy with snow white hair who looked to be in his 70s, and a taller one whose hair was very much salt-and-peppered, likely in his 60s.

The brightly-clothed guide was explaining to them all of the wonderful things Costa Rica had to offer, from its diverse flora and fauna to the beaches, mountains, and rainforests.

Loki was about to pop out from the wood and ask if this family could explain what the avengers were up to, or if they even existed at all here. He knew he would look ridiculous with his torn up TVA clothes but didn't care.

Finding Mobius was more important.

Before he could call out a greeting, he stopped dead in his tracks, blood running cold.

That voice.

He knew that voice anywhere.

The shorter old guy had cut in to make a joke to his family.

"I need to know where to get a jet ski around here."

Mobius.

That was him, but what was he doing here?

Loki felt weird seeing what it would have looked like for his Mobius to live on earth up to this point, assuming that the TVA variants of him had been plucked from the mid-1990s.

"Daaaad," one of the middle aged women groaned.

He has a daughter. Are those his grandchildren?

"You know we brought you on vacation to get you away from your jet ski, right dad?" another of the middle-agers said, a man who looked to be the youngest in his generation group.

A son as well?

"I'll have you know that the jet ski was the greatest invention of our time, of all history, even!" old-Mobius explained light-heartedly.

The taller man next to him placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I think we can manage a week without, my dear."

Loki gasped.

That was him speaking to old-Mobius. Well, not him, but an old version of him.

It didn't make sense.

Loki was well over 1000 years old. An Asgardian diety. A jotun.

He wouldn't just age like that. Not unless he sacrificed something to do so.

Loki couldn't help but notice, though, that while old-Loki's face was considerably wrinklier than his own, the man he looked at was void of worry lines around his eyes and forehead.

He looked genuinely happy.

Loki shifted as best he could to stay hidden behind the tree as he watched what played out ahead of him.

"Oh, alright, alright. I guess I can manage going without ole Lightning for the week if it means I've got y'all to entertain me. But just know that I'm taking everyone out on the lake as soon as we get back to Texas."

Old-Mobius, or whatever his midgardian name really was, smiled at his old-Loki, placing an hand over his lower back.

"I think that can be arranged," old-Loki agreed, quickly pressing a kiss to old-Mobius's temple as he wrapped an arm over the shorter man's shoulders.

Loki didn't even realize that there were tears sliding down his cheeks until the pang in his heart made him turn away from the happy family.

Because it wasn't just Mobius's family, it was his.

He didn't know how the two had found each other, how this Loki had somehow evaded godhood to live a domestic, midgardian life.

Loki couldn't stay here. He couldn't disturb and be caught by them.

He needed to find his Mobius, maybe figure out how to start a life like that.

It wouldn't be easy, jumping through the multiverse searching for that hard-headed, sarcastic, witty, crazy TVA analyst Loki had somehow fallen for, but he had to try.

So with the coast clear, he reset the tempad and stepped through another portal.

For his Mobius.

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A/N: my heart is going to explode. Why did I feel the need to torture myself in this way? Anyways, I wrote it, so y'all gotta read it.

I don't make the rules.

Let me know what you thought! I love and hate this simultaneously so I'd love some feedback. Thanks for reading!!

Once again, sorry for those who follow me for Tom Holland stuff but I really wanted to write this!

If you would like to be added to any of my taglists, please message or send an ask so I can verify that you've been added!

Not tagging my permanent tag list since this isn't my normal content!

#his mobius #justice for mobius #loki #loki tv #loki laufeyson #loki x mobius #loki 2021 #loki spoilers #lokius #mobius #mobius m mobius #loki mobius #loki oneshot #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction

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kareniliana · 3 years

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Marcel: Crazy Ex Drama

A//N: Hey people! I’ve come up with a schedule. I will write as much as I can over the week. In between class work or classes and tutor sessions. Then edit and post them on the weekends. Imma try this week to do that. And we’ll go from there.

If y'all want to request anything, my inbox is open.

Oh I almost forgot, this one shot mentions abusive relations with drug using and cheating. I am in no way trying to romanticize abuse or anything. I just started writing and this came out. I do apologize if I insult anyone, please call me out on it. And I will correct it or take it down. I truly mean no harm here.

xx Karebear 💛🧸

You were visiting New Orleans for a girls trip with two of your best friends, Eva and Lucy. You went college with them, lived with them when you first graduated and now you live hours away from each other. Not seeing each other often put a strain on your friendship so you came up with the brilliant idea that you would visit New Orleans for a girls trip. It’s perfect, you’ll drink your liver away.

The first two nights visiting were a blur, you weren’t sure which bars you were at and which you hadn’t visited yet. But for the third day, you were going to keep it low-key but fun.

At lunch, you and your friends sat at a bar talking to a nice blonde bartender. She informed you she had a psych degree and your friends didn’t stop bothering her until y'all left. But she enjoyed the company and psychoanalyzing. You however was busy making eyes with a beautiful chocolate man across the restaurant. His smile caught your eyes, it was genuine and brightening.

Finally she turned to look at you, “what about you? Any guy problems?”

“Oh does she ever, she just got out of a very abusive relationship.” Your drunk friend started, earning a deep sigh from you.

“He cheated, lied, did drugs, verbally abuse me and sometimes he would hit me. I left him, filed a restraining order- I got out.” You shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

You stuck around to drink and chill, the vibe in this bar was immaculate. You had forced yourself, to stop looking for the man. Wanting him to come to your, which he did. He placed his hand on the seat next to yours.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked, his deep voice made you want to melt.

“No, go for it.” You smiled, he pulled the seat out sitting with you.

“Cami, can I get another and,” He looked to you, “Anything she wants.”

You caught his gaze, holding eye contact. “Uh, I'll have what he's having.”

“Alright, two bourbons.” She grabs another glass and serves you the liquid. Your friends and cami seeing what’s happening.

“I’m Marcel.” He handed his hand out for you to shake, you smiled gently placing your hand in his.

“Y/n, it’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, and on behalf of my beautiful city, welcome to New Orleans. I am more than happy to show you around. Say tonight, at 7. I can meet you or pick you up, whatever you choose.” He was smooth.

Cami placed the cups down in front of you both,“You can pick me up at the Hotel just down the street.” You pointed down the road to your hotel, the only hotel within a mile radius.

“Alright.” He smiled brightly, his smile making you almost giggle like a school girl.

He lifted his drink, signally for you to follow suit. He raised his glass, waiting for you. You clashed your drinks together, taking a sip.

“Tell me, why New Orleans?”Marcel asked as you both set the drinks down.

“Oh well, I hadn’t seen my best friends, Eva and Lucy,” You motioned to the girls,”In maybe 8 months. We had spent nearly five years living together.”

Eva leaned over, “Now we’re all hours away from each other, we don’t get much time to visit.”

“It’s mandatory for us to go on a girls trip at least every month.” You added, taking another sip, knowing Lucy will butt in next. Marcel just watching the vibe between you three, he thought it looked like the human way of a family. Which you were, Eva and Lucy are your family.

“But someone” Lucy points to you behind your head, “got into a - Okay! I think that’s enough from you two.” You interrupted her, you were okay talking to women about your abusive relationship, but when it came to telling men- let alone someone you just met and are interested in- you weren’t comfortable yet. And you didn’t want your friend to unload that kind of baggage.

However, Marcel already knows. You have no knowledge of the supernaturals in the world, you didn’t know that Marcel already heard you talk about it. He heard your heartbeat rise when Lucy began to talk about it. You were nervous, which he understood. And he couldn’t help but want you more. He wanted to protect you.

“Okay fine, we’ll just see you back at the hotel later. We’re gonna go find something to do.” Eva gathered herself and Lucy, who seemed to be pretty drunk already.

Saying their goodbyes and your focus was back to the present.

Marcel placed his hand on yours, You looked to him. “Whatever Lucy was going on about, I don’t want you to worry about it. Whatever it is, you can tell me or not. I understand.”

You smiled, you could see it in his face. You knew he knew.“Thank you, but something tells me you already know?”

He sighed, “I’m only guessing it wasn’t something good.”

“He was abusive, a cheater, and an addict. I thought I could change him, help him. He was good, until he wasn’t. But I did all the steps. I documented, went to friends and police. I got a restraining order, I moved, got a new job, a place all by myself. I’m doing better now, that’s what is important.” You explained, feeling accomplished and grateful you were able to get out.

You were proud of yourself and made progress moving on from everything.

Behind you, in a corner, a vampire calls Marcel away. Marcel signally to give him a minute.

“I’m proud of you, Y/n. Thats good! How about another drink?” You nodded, as he signaled for Cami.

“I’m sorry but will you excuse me for a second, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom for a quick second. Don’t go anywhere just yet, okay?” He asked, getting up his seat.

“Oh yeah no, go for it.” You smiled and his hand brushed your shoulder.

Cami comes back with your refill, “Im sorry I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I’m really happy you’re in a good place right now.”

“Oh no it’s okay, you basically already knew. Minor details. Thank you.”

“Y’know Marcel is a really great guy,” She began to make a drink for someone across the bar. “He looks out for the tourists and locals, keeps them safe.”

“So this city, is his or?” Cami laughs, if only you knew.

“He’s very influential here, stick with him. You’ll be safe.” Cami walks off, serving the drink she just made.

You look at the menu for desserts, sipping your bourbon. Then Marcel comes back, sitting down without a word.

“Is the pie any good Marcel-” You turn to look to Marcel but see Jason instead. Instantly you sprung up to your feet, pushing your stool back. Jason reached out for your arm, squeezing it harder than he thought he would.

The sound of the stool being pushed caught Cami’s attention, watching from the end of the bar. Seeing the disgust for him on your face, your body language stiff but grounded and unwavering.

Just as she was about to go to you, Marcel walked back in from the back. Vampire drama dealt with. “Cami, what’s up?”

“I think that's her ex.” Cami’s eyes never leaving you.

Jason grabbed you, keeping you there.”Wait, please just hear me out.”

You looked at his hand squeezing you, it began to hurt. “Let. Me. Go.” Looking back up at him, his eyes red teary. He was high.

He scoffed, “No, just hear me out.”

“I have a restraining order dude! Let me go!” You raised your voice, catching Marcels attention. Swiftly he walked to you two.

“I do believe she told you to let her go.” Marcel intervened, one hand placed gently on your back.

“This doesn’t concern you!” He belted at Marcel, digging his fingers deeper. you helped in pain. Marcel took a hold of Jasons hand, squeezing it with his vampire strength. Jasons claws unlatched from you, it will definitely bruise.

“I called the cops, Marcel.” Cami came to you with an ice pack.

Marcel then tried to escort Jason outside but Jason began to fight back. Falling back and into other people on the way out. When finally Marcel sucker punched him, knocking hims unconscious.

After the police took my statement and pictures of the already bruised arm, they arrested him and took him to county jail.

Marcel sits in the seat the officer was in, placing two cups of bourbon. “I called your friends, they should be here any minute. I’m so sorry that happened. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Thank you. Really.” You smiled, chuckling after a moment of silence. “We just met and we had a crazy ex boyfriend situation before our first date!”

Marcel laughed with you. He smiled at you brightly, somehow making you smile just as big. You reach for his hand, holding it.

“I still expect yo take you out, no crazy ex drama will get in the way of our date.” Marcel said, earning a laugh from you.

Again I mean no harm with this imagine.

#marcel gerard #marcellus gerard #marcel gerard x reader #the originals #the originals x reader #the originals imagine #tvd universe

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ebonyslasher · 3 years

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Slashers reacting to your Braids

Stu + Billy

You texted your boyfriend’s to come over and that you had a surprise for them

You had just gotten your hair done yesterday after skipping classes

You told your professors that you were sick and left it at that. They don’t need to know details

Anyway, you loved your new hairstyle. Every time you moved your head, you heard the beads clicking together.

Reminds you of your childhood 😌

Stu texted first saying that they were on the way to your place to see you

While waiting, you couldn’t help to snap a few pictures

You hear a knock on your door and open it up to see Stu and Billy

And they both stare and yell, “y/nnnnnnnnn!!!! ”

Stu goes to try to grab at it and you wave his hands away

“Don’t touch my hair! I just got it done!”

Stu quickly says sorry and just goes right in to complimenting you. Definitely overwhelming you with so many compliments at once.

He can’t help it, you look absolutely amazing

Meanwhile, Billy is just off to the side nodding to all of the compliments. Once Stu is done, Billy just says, “You look good babygirl.”

Your face went super hot. Thankfully, the blush didn’t show up much on your dark skin.

“Thank y'all!!!” You said ash you hug both of them.

Now it’s time to take selfies with both of them

Brahms

Taking care of baby boy Brahms and yourself was already a challenge

But to try to keep up with your hair on top of that? No Ma'am

You didn’t feel like doing your hair most days so you end up just leaving your bonnet on most of the time

Brahms notices and says he could help you with your hair.

No offense, but you can barely take care of your damn self Brahms.

You just tell him no thank you. You try to find someone who can do your hair asap before he starts to insist

You find someone who braids hair around a few days later. Unfortunately, she’s an hour or so away.

But, you make the appointment anyway. The appointment is on Thursday morning at 8 am. It was currently Sunday.

You broke the news that you would be gone all day that day and Brahms started to throw a little tantrum

“Babe! Brahms! Hold on, it’s just for one day. I’ll have everything prepared beforehand. Besides, I promise that I’ll come back looking sexy for you🤗”

Well that definitely convinces him. And the kiss that followed sealed the deal. Fine. He’ll wait

He won’t like it, but he’ll wait. He even picks out the outfit he wants you to wear

You went by the beauty store the next day to pick out the colors you wanted. You wanted something different that you wouldn’t get tired of seeing.

The purple and pink hair you spotted seemed perfect for that.

Thursday comes and goes, and around 9 pm you’re done

Brahms is at home just bouncing in and out the walls. He was super anxious

He sees your car pull up to the driveway and is literally bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of the door, just ready

You come in with a cute smile and ask what he thinks

“You look fucking hot love.” He says as he starts pulling you towards him

“ I wanna see how they look when you’re laying down 😜”

Well, it’s safe to say that he really likes them

#slasher x reader #slasher x black reader #black reader #stu x reader x billy #brahms x reader #brahms hillshire #stu macher #billy loomis

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twilightprince101 · 3 years

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Hey so for the past few months in the Bugsnax server I'm in I made like... Thirty OC questions for the dudes I hang out with. Some being Bugsnax related and others being absolutely not. And y'all seemed to like my one with the journalist OC questions, so, here ya go! Feel free to answer any amount of these in any order you'd like! (Might also update this in the future as more come out)

The Casual Set

1) What is your OC's favorite memory before Snaktooth? One that they cherish before stuff might've gone downhill?

2) If your OC was forced to fight against someone with about the same skill level as them, how would they fight? Would they win?

3) What's a guilty pleasure that your OC likes to do, but is too embarrassed to admit?

4) If your OC suddenly had no shame in doing what they loved, like all of their embarrassment was suddenly gone, what would be the first thing they do? (i.e., confess to a crush, sing karaoke at the top of their lungs, etc.)

The 1/4's heavy Set

5) What is something/someone that your OC actively hates (preferably outside Snaktooth). Not just “I don’t really like this thing, but something that they actively loathe with as much anger as they can muster.

6) Your OC gains the power to shapeshift into literally anything, real or fictional, what’s the first thing they do?

7) The Grumpus that your OC likes the most suddenly stops talking with them and gives them the cold shoulder. As much as they try to figure out what’s wrong, they won’t say. How do they react?

8) Your OC is on a mountaintop with a sick as hell echo. What do they yell for all below them to hear? (Don’t worry, they won’t know it was you)

The "insomniac mode" set

9) What does your OC do in the first week after Snaktooth? You probably already know where they’re gonna end up, but what do they do immediately after coming back to mainland? Do they hide out somewhere because of their Snakification, if so where? Do they help shelter other grumps?

10) What’s your OC’s favorite game to play? Could be a tabletop game, video game, anything. If you don’t have a good idea, focus on a general genre

11) Your OC suddenly comes across of a clone of themselves while walking through the woods, quick!! What’s their first instinct?! (And possibly what they do after)

12) What does your OC resort to in a time of crisis? Like something really bad is happening to/around them, does something resurface or is there a certain way they act only in this circumstance?

13) Tell is a joke that would get your OC to laugh as hard as they could (also how would they laugh?)

The "Proper Sleep Schedule" Set

14) If your OC had a theme song, what would be the general vibe of it? If you wanna be more specific, what would be the main instrument?

15) All of your OC’s biggest regrets are compiled into a list. What would be the 1st and 3rd biggest regrets?

16) Your OC has ghost powers! They can do anything a ghost can do, like Danny Phantom. How would they use these powers?

17) The person your OC hates the most is locked in a room with them for one hour. They’re told that anything that happens in this room will become null and void when they leave—any evidence erased, any memories wiped (save for their own). What do they do? [Also as tempting as it might be, try avoiding the whole “they hate themselves the most” response]

18) What is a “what if” that your OC thinks about a lot? Like, they imagine their life could've turned out better/worse if they did one thing different?

The Introspection Set

19) Your OC is given the chance to live the life that they truly want. They can immediately hop into the life they so desire, whether it be a world where they haven't made a certain mistake in their past or where the misfortune they had to experience never happened. The only caviat? They need to force the other version of them to trade places. What's the world they envision, and do they take that opportunity?

20) Your OC is suddenly approached by a man in an alleyway. After mumbling something about not asking questions, they dump a duffel bag full of money at their feet and run off, around tens of thousands of dollars. What do they do?

21) About a week later they find a news report detailing the person who stole that money, apparently taking it from some rich corporation. Does this complicate things? In what way?

22) Your OC has been having a reocurring nightmare, haunting them every night and making them wake up in a sweat. What do they dream of?

23) Where exactly does your OC stay in the general layout of Snaxburg? Whether it's their own hut, tent or staying with other peeps, where are they on this map?

The "Idle Thoughts" Set

24) What was a moment when your OC's got so excited and happy about something (before/during Snaktooth) that they could NOT contain themselves anymore? Like they just start squealing and waving their arms or something like that?

25) Your OC now has the power of lucid dreaming, they can conjure literally anything they want and do it while sleeping! What do they do?

26) The grumpus your OC has a crush on/likes the most suddenly walks up, kisses them on the cheek and books it. How do they react?

27) Your OC wakes up one day in their hometown and literally everyone is gone. No bodies, no traces of blood, just, vanished. What do they do? (after looking around of course)

28) Is there an idol/role model that your OC looks up to? (before/during Snaktooth). How do they try to take after them?

29) If your character was in an anime or something what sort of main weapon/power would they have?

#bugsnax #grumpus oc #bugsnax grumpus #bugsnax oc #snaxburg #snaktooth island #oc questions #writing prompt #oc prompts #of varying quality #more to come #possibly

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dianapocalypse · 3 years

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Alright y’all, with the release of Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, it’s time for me to share my playlist for the entire trilogy.

I’ve refined this over like six years so scientifically speaking it’s probably good right. oh also it’s four hours long. so if you have a road trip or a boring job, this one’s for you. disclaimer, it’s entirely possible I have garbage taste in music. I also missed some characters and moments because there’s 65 songs here and I am merely human.

If you don’t have the patience for four hours, I recommend starting at track 45 and listening to the end, as the Mass Effect 3 portion is the strongest in my opinion.

UNDER THE CUT FOR DESCRIPTIONS WE GO!

FIRST MOVEMENT - MASS EFFECT 1

1. Atlas - Coldplay Eden Prime

“Sometimes the wire Must tense for the note Caught in the fire, say oh We're about to explode“

I really like the atmosphere of this song. It’s ominous, but also somehow hopeful, and makes me feel like Something Huge Is Coming.

2. I Will Not Sing A Hateful Song - Constantines Paragon Shepard

“But I was also born and raised To always speak and listen clear To know the last sound that I make Could be the last sound that I hear“

OK, listen, I think this song is about vampires, and I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be a metaphor or not. But I think this is a great song about controlling one’s temper, about knowing that you have to Rise Above the parts of you that want to lash out sometimes to get things done and have peace. Seeing as how paragon Shepard, to me, always seems like they’re three deep breaths away from snapping, but manage to keep it in check, it fits them to a T.

And also maybe they’re a vampire.

3. Hard to Kill - Beth Crowley Renegade Shepard

“So I let the rumors Turn me into a legend 'Cause I'm only human But a good myth is hard to kill”

This one’s a recent addition, but holy cow, I love it for Renegade Shep, particularly an Earthborn or Ruthless, but it works for any of them.

4. We Own the Skies - Five Iron Frenzy Joker

“My hands are bleeding where they often crack The stars will sometimes burn with longing Through the choking black Of night shifts piling each against the next”

This really vibes with Joker’s backstory for me, his super driven serious self in flight school, contrasted with who he is when he can fly a ship. He’s the best pilot in the goddamn fleet and I love him.

5. I Just Wanna See - Smash Mouth Kaidan Alenko

“Mister moon checkin' on how y'all livin' The stars all winkin' at the day that's dimmin' I just wanna see”

This song fits into his reactions to first showing up at the Citadel and his former romanticism about living in space. Ironically, it’s a song about Earth, but I feel like it works well for him. Also, Smash Mouth absolutely sounds like the kind of music Kaidan would listen to, no I will not be taking questions or constructive criticism.

6. Don’t Give Up - Noisettes Ashley Williams

“She's got a talented face and a suitcase Ain't got no desire to go no place In her case she's got no desire with her hand in the flame say's she don't feel the fire “

The energy of this song is just perfect for Ashley’s no-nonsense chip on her shoulder attitude.

7. About As Helpful As You Can Be Without Being Any Help At All - Dan Mangan The Council

“I was thrown in the boat/Cast out to sea Friendly with waves/There were sharks below Hungry for me/So I dangled my leg”

I mean, the title says it all.

8. The Captain - Guster Anderson

“Courageous, just like the captain Marching forward with no doubt in his head”

I have adored this song ever since my friend played it for me, and it’s the ultimate mentor-protégé jam for me.

9. Secret Agent Man - Johnny Rivers Garrus Vakarian

“Here's a man who leads a life of danger To everyone he meets he stays a stranger Oh, with every move he makes another chance he takes The odds are he won't live to see tomorrow”

I have to poke a little fun at Garrus and how seriously he takes himself in Mass Effect 1. I romanced him across four playthrus, I’m allowed!

10. I’m Getting Too Old For This Shit - Kill Lincoln Urdnot Wrex

“This random apathy/I swear it's killing me But I guess it's all the same, till the devil knows my name”

I don’t know ANYTHING about this band, but this song fits Wrex’s disillusionment with the Krogan well, plus, like. The title. (And also, that he secretly DOES care what happens to the Krogan.)

11. Bird Song - Juniper Vale Tali’zorah nar Rayya

“I want to dance on the horizon line But there is something I am caged behind I have a heart made for take flight But I'm low, so low”

I adore this song and the sound of Juniper Vale in general. The etherealness of this one, combined with the youthful optimism, feels very Tali. The line about ‘something I am caged behind’ works well for the suits, too. This one’s especially good if you’re a Talimancer!

12. 11. Green Garden - Laura Mvula Liara T’Soni

“And I’ll fly on the wings of a butterfly High as a tree top and down again Putting my bag down, taking my shoes off Walk on the carpet of green velvet”

I really like this song’s vibes and I feel like Liara fits it well, particularly in ME1, before all her youthful optimism is stripped from her. The scenery descriptions feel very Thessia, too.

13. Feed Me (Git It) - Little Shop of Horrors The Thorian

“The guy sure looks like plant food to me!”

Do you get it. Do you get my joke. It’s because the Thorian is a plant that eats people. (I’m not funny)

14. Blindness - Metric Matriarch Benezia

“I was a blind fool, never complained All the survivors singing in the rain “

I don’t love the use of blind here as a negative, albeit metaphorical, descriptor, but I think this song fits Benezia’s indoctrination and death well. If you have suggestions for another, though, let me know!

15. Technologic - Daft Punk Saren

“Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, trash it, change it, mail, upgrade it”

I just think it’s Neat

16. Watershed - Vienna Teng The Reapers

“ While you were building your empires I was still sleeping”

I think this is the song that inspired the entire playlist. Vienna Teng sat down and decided to write a song from the perspective of a natural disaster, and it’s so ominous and gut-wrenching.

17. Hourglass - The Hush Sound Virmire

“This is how it ends We believe every lie and say we'll be friends How long will it last? Before we scratch all the scripts and we rework the cast “

hahahahah rework the cast get it because you have to pick who DIES

Seriously tho I really like this song for Virmire and that moment of choice that feels like it lasts 100 years on some playthroughts.

18. Pompeii - Bastille The Siege of the Citadel

“ And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love”

Throwback to when this song was on the radio like three times an hour. Which is around the time I made the first draft of this playlist, incidentally! It’s such a good Final Battle Jam for the Citadel, and the part about “if you close your eyes/does it almost feel like nothing’s changed at all” I think work really well for Shepard in this sequence. Shepard knew the Reapers were coming, had been fighting them all along; this attack on the Citadel is just retreading familiar territory for them, as horrifying as the war being brought to their doorstep is for the Citadel’s citizens and the council. James Vega has some good dialogue about that kind of thing in ME3.

INTERLUDE THE FIRST

19. Starships - Nicki Minaj The Normandy Crew

Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky

I like to have a little fun OK

20. Gravity - Yoko Kanno The Death of Commander Shepard

“Am I alone? is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet still the road keeps on telling me to go on”

Welcome to mood whiplash, it’s my specialty! This is the part where you die. I think it also works for her coma very well, when she’s just drifting between life and death, not sure what’s going on, but something keeps trying to pull her back to the world.

SECOND MOVEMENT - MASS EFFECT 2

21. The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy The Lazarus Project

“Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix “

this song has no right to go as hard as it does and if you think it’s melodramatic shut up

22. My Body Is A Cage - Peter Gabriel Commander Shepard

“I'm living in an age Whose name I don't know Though the fear keeps me moving Still my heart beats so slow “

This works particularly well if you romanced The Virmire Survivor, but this song captures the energy of Shepard freaking out bc they are trapped with Cerberus, because Cerberus rebuilt their body from the ground up. That jarring, caged feeling is so palpable in ME2 that when they gave me back Joker the first time I played, I BURST INTO SOBS from relief.

23. The Lady is a Vamp - The Spice Girls Miranda Lawson

“That's all in the past, legends built to last But she's got something new”

Listen. She’s a bond babe. Handbags, heels and pistols rock. She’s got class. This is a song about Miranda. That is all.

24. Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down Jacob Taylor

“ I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon After all I knew, it had to be something to do with you “

This one’s about the Vibes for me. Also can apply to his past relationship with Miranda. I’m also super showing my age on this song, oof haha.

25. Stable Song - Death Cab For Cutie Colony Abduction

“Rows of deserted houses all Our stable mates highway bound “

I really like the mood of this one for showing up on the very first abducted colony, the eerieness and sadness of it all and Shepard’s resolve to do something about it.

26. Konichiwa Bitches - Robyn Kasumi Goto

“I'm so very hot that when I rob your mansion You ain't call the cops, you call the fire station”

THAT COUPLET ALONE MAKES THE ENTIRE SONG. I love how playful and cheeky it is.

27. Seven Nation Army Glitch Mob Remix - The White Stripes, Glitch Mob Zaeed Massani

“And I'm talking to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette”

Pretty sure we all had this on some playlist or another when it came out, and it’s the perfect Badass With A Grudge song.

28. Science is Real - They Might Be Giants Mordin Solus

“ And when a theory emerges Consistent with the facts The proof is with science The truth is with science “

This one actually got added by my wife to replace a song that wasn’t on Spotify, but that has the same energy; Hank Green’s “I Fucking Love Science”. I get more into the emotional side of Mordin in the ME3 section, but I also really just love his Hamster On Coffee energy and this song captures it really well.

29. Prove Yourself - Radiohead Garrus Vakarian

“I can't afford to breathe in this town Nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand Hooked back up to the cathode ray

I'm better off dead “

The absolute rock bottom mental state Garrus is in when you get back to him in ME2 is so heartwrenching. Might not always agree with my boy’s methods, but he’s one of my favorite fictional characters of all time.

30. Rat a Tat - Fallout Boy Feat. Courtney Love Jack

“We are professional ashes of roses, this kerosene's live You settled your score, this is where you come to beg”

It helps that Courtney Love sounds exactly like Jack to me, NGL.

31. Defeat You - Smash Mouth Grunt

“Hey I know what you've done It makes it that much better to defeat you “

Only I am brave enough to put two songs by Smash Mouth on the same playlist, to be shared in 2021

32. The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New Horizon/The Virmire Survivor

“If it makes you less sad I will die by your hand Hope you find out what you want Already know what I am “

Hits harder if you romanced the Virmire Survivor. Mostly from Shep’s perspective. This is a Shep that feels Bad after that encounter rather than Mad, so Your Mileage May Vary.

33. Violet Stars Happy Hunting! - Janelle Monae Tali’zorah vas Neema

“I'm an alien from outer space I'm a cyber-girl without a face a heart or a mind”

I just like the vibes of this one for Tali! I know it’s more about an actual AI but...IDK. I like it. So there.

34. Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd Thane Krios

“There is no pain you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon”

This song works both on a Literal level with his Kepral’s syndrome struggles, but also Metaphorical re: his Battle Sleep. Plus, Thane is a dad, so he gets Dad Rock.

35. My Medea - Vienna Teng Samara

“For I have made her prison be Her every step away from me And this child I would destroy If you tried to set her free “

Mom of the year award, here

36. Toxic - Britney Spears Morinth

“There's no escape, I can't wait I need a hit, baby, give me it You're dangerous, I'm loving it”

If Morinth weren’t so under-utilized after recruitment and didn’t get killed off in the background of ME3 I’d probably actually recruit her sometimes. I almost did on my most recent playthru bc that Shepard just HATES SPACE COPS. Anyway the song explains itself

37. Turn me On - David Guetta feat. Nicki Minaj EDI/The Collector Attack

“My body needs a hero Come and save me Something tells me you know how to save me”

I know this song is a metaphor but also it works really well both literally and metaphorically for Joker saving EDI

38. Robots - Dan Mangan Legion

“Robots need love too They want to be loved by you “

The Geth just want to live peacefullyyyyyy

39. Be Still - The Killers Love Interest Theme

“Be still / someday you’ll leave fearlessness on your sleeve”

This song works so well for the night before Omega-4. If you had an ME2 love interest, anyway. Also “fearlessness on your sleeve” is one of my favorite set of words ever written.

40. No Cars Go - Arcade Fire The Omega-4 Relay

“We know a place no spaceships go We know a place where no subs go “

This one’s pretty literal.

41. Rocketman - Elton John Suicide Mission

“ And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home “

I like sneaking some Classics onto my playlists, and I think this is how I generally approach Shepard’s mindset during the Suicide Mission, mostly the chorus. I’m also a sucker for ballads during action sequences. This one isn’t a perfect 1:1 but the Vibes check out.

42. Blast Off - David Guetta feat. Kaz James The Normandy Crew

“Got all my people with me And none of us give a fuck So put dem hands up higher Let's smash this party up”

You have to imagine they partied HARD after recovering from Suicide Mission, but before Shep got arrested, right??? This is the Starships for ME2.

INTERLUDE THE SECOND

43. I’m Not Your Hero - Tegan and Sara Liara T’soni

“ Feeling like I am now lighting up the hall I was used to standing in the shadow of a damaged heart Learning all I know now, losing all I did I never used to feel like I'd be standing so far ahead “

This feels like a good coming of age moment for Liara, as she copes with the choices she made in the 2 years of Shepard’s death (giving them to Cerberus), losing Feron, etc. This is her coming into her own as the Shadow Broker. She’s not meant to be an uncomplicated Big Damn Hero, but she can do good from this position.

44. The Well and the Lighthouse - Arcade Fire The Alpha Relay Incident

“I'm serving time All for a crime I did commit You want the truth? You know I'd do it all again“

These opening lines I feel capture the Alpha Relay Incident really well, and how Shepard did what they HAD to do there, and would do it again, but it still feels like shit. I always wished there was more choice on that mission, but also, having something like that happen without player agency is interesting. Shepard is at their most interesting, I think, in times where we DON’T have a say in what happens to them.

45. Reignite - Malukah Commander Shepard

“Crush my heart into embers, and I will reignite”

Is it cheating to use a Mass Effect fan song on my playlist? I certainly don’t think so, and this is the best Mass Effect fan song ever written.

THIRD MOVEMENT - MASS EFFECT 3

46. This Is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars Leaving Earth

“It's the moment of truth, and the moment to lie The moment to live and the moment to die The moment to fight, the moment to fight To fight, to fight, to fight “

It feels Too Easy to use this here but I’m gonna anyway. You’ve seen AMVs of this set to everything. It’s the ending song of DA:O. It’s the quintessential World At War song.

47. Battleborn - The Killers James Vega

“Up against the wall There's something dying on the street When they knock you down You're gonna get back on your feet”

James Vega is massively underrated and I will love him til I’m cold in the ground. Aro icon.

48. Handlebars - Flobots The Illusive Man

“I can hand out a million vaccinations Or let 'em all die of exasperation Have 'em all healed of their lacerations Have 'em all killed by assassination”

The way this song escalates fits TIM and Cerberus’s fall back into being Just Full On Evil really well. Perfect song for a power trip.

49. Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect - The Decemberists The Virmire Survivor

“And I am nothing of a builder But here I dreamt I was an architect And I built this balustrade To keep you home, to keep you safe From the outside world”

I like this song for how the Virmire Survivor feels about their survivor’s guilt and also about Shepard. I honestly wish they were both more heavily utilized in ME2 and 3, but I realize it’s hard to write a ton of content for characters who just aren’t in half of all peoples’ playthrus.

50. Heaven Knows - The Pretty Reckless Grisson Academy

“One, two, three and four, the devil's knocking at your door Caught in the eye of a dead man's lie Show your life with your head held high“

This song is so perfect for Jack and her biotic kids that she’s one of the only returning characters that gets her own song on this playlist

51. The Great Fire - OK Go Javik

“But when the flames die down, and everything is gone, Will there be fire under the ashes still?”

Self explanatory. Javik is the fire remaining under the ashes.

52. Bring the Hammer Down - Paragon Priority: Tuchanka/Kalros

“ Hammer strikes the anvil A rage that breaks the chain Strikes down like a lightening In our ranks “

KALROOOOOS

53. Wake Up - Arcade Fire Curing The Genophage/Mordin Solus

“If the children don't grow up, Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up. We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms, turnin' every good thing to Rust I guess we'll just have to adjust”

I just really love this song as an image of Mordin’s spirit looking out over Tuchanka as the genophage cure is dispersed, and watching over future generations. If you didn’t cure the genophage, how dare you. No song for you.

Anyway started tearing up listening to this one while writing the description don’t look at me

54. Ballad of a Politician - Regina Spektor Councillor Udina/Priority Citadel 2

“A man inside a room is shaking hands with other men This is how it happens/Our carefully laid plans”

traitor

55. Cyborgs vs. Robots - Ludo The Geth-Quarian War

“But your iron fist will never knock me down 'Cause I'm powered By a conscious right to conduct my life without fear.”

This is probably a bit silly for this awful war. But also. It does fit. You can’t tell me it doesn’t. Just save them both at the end and you can feel fine having some fun with it!

56. Artificial Heart - Jonathan Coulton The Geth

“It's not a real heart It is a real artificial heart”

Just a little fun with the Geth! This works best with Reaper Upgrades.

57. With A Little Help From My Friends - Joe Anderson, Jim Sturgess The Citadel DLC

“What do you see when you turn out the light? I can't tell you, but I know it's mine

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends”

I happen to prefer this version to any other because of how much fun it sounds like they’re having

58. Dark In Here - The Mountain Goats Priority: Earth

“Steal away at sundown, pick a place to hide Check for signs of ambush, hunker down inside Tired of running, tired of never standing still Hear them riding up the hill“

You know I had to get the Goats in here. Would it be a fan playlist if there wasn’t one?

59. Adieu - Yoko Kanno Leaving your Love Interest/Shepard and the Beam

“My love for you burns deep inside me / So strong Embers of times we had And now, here I stand / Lost in a memory I see your face, and smile”

...do I need to say more than that?

60. My Way (Minor Key) - Chase Holfelder The Indoctrination of The Illusive Man

“Regrets, I've had a few/But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do/I saw it through, without exemption“

This cover takes this song from something I tolerate when I hear it to one of my FAVORITE songs. The frenzied way he sings the “through it all” verse is PEAK Indoctrinated TIM.

61. I’m Alive - Disturbed Refusal

“There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice To change myself, I'd rather die/Though they will not understand”

Honestly I didn’t “get” the Refusal ending until I heard this song, then I was like, OH, I SEE IT ALL SO CLEARLY NOW. This is my favorite in-universe Shepard take on the Refusal ending. I always got it from the player’s perspective of being dissatisfied with the options, but this one puts it into the world for me. This is a Shepard who does not trust the Starchild. This is a Shepard that chooses to end things on their own terms rather than submit to their designs.

62. Machine - Regina Spektor Control

“I collect my moments Into a correspondence With a mightier power Who just lacks my perspective And who lacks my organics And who covets my defects “

I used to have Adieu here, actually, because like Refusal, I didn’t used to GET the Control ending. Now, I do, in part thanks to hearing this song. I mean, just go look at the full lyrics. If this song hadn’t been written years before the end of Mass Effect 3, I’d swear it was a fan song for it.

63. Maybe Tomorrow - Yuki Kajiura Destroy

“The moon is gone And the night is still so dark I'm a little bit afraid of tomorrow“

I’m a Destroy Ending person, I won’t lie. Full on “the starchild is a liar and my synthetic friends are FINE” indoctrination theory level destroy ending. But this song is not about that. It’s about the canonical destroy ending, and if you prefer a Shep that survives it, this song’s for you.

This song captures the exhaustion and melancholy of the end of a long journey so well. Shepard is afraid of what comes next, the collateral damage resulting from their actions. But they know that, at least, it’s over now. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

64. Waiting For the End - Linkin Park Synthesis

“ I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got”

This is one of my favorite songs of all time. The hardest part of ending is starting again. Oof. Gets me every single time. Shepard finding the resolve to sacrifice themself for the hope of something better, of things not going how they planned, ever, of learning to make peace with that and the people who loved them learning to carry on without them? OOF.

65. Shine - Vienna Teng Epilogue

“Shine with all the untold Hold the light given unto you Find the love to unfold In this broken world we choose“

Vienna Teng is a master of capturing life’s softer emotions, and this fits perfectly with the epilogue scene for me. Tell me again about the Shepard.

“Find the love to unfold in this broken world we choose” has to be one of the greatest lines about the human experience ever written.

#mass effect #mass effect legendary edition #no one's gonna listen to this #but i need the world to know it exists #it took me as long as the playlist is to put this together

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jungonesworld · 3 years

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'Why?'

Part 1

Pairing= bf!Jake×bf!Heeseung×fem!reader

,,Jake? What did I do to you that you act like this?" you asked and Jake just continued packing his luggage. ,,I'm not gonna spent here more time. I loved you but you...oh. And you, Heeseung, you were my best friend, almost my brother. How could you?!" Jake shouted and closed door. You started to cry and Heeseung hugged you. You both were so in love but you still felt love to Jake. It was so painful for you. But that's life.

*flashback to how it started*

On beautiful morning, you decided to surprise your boyfriend at work. You baked for him his favorite dessert! You tried to make it taste differently than other time. "Just a few powdered sugar on top of it and it'll be done," you said and packed dessert.

As you were standing on bus stop, it started to rain but you forgot your umbrella. Because it was raining heavily, you needed to protect firstly present for Jake. You took your jacket off and covered package. "Oh no, I spent hours on it....and Jake didnt even taste it," you said to yourself when you noticed, there're no drops falling on you anymore. You looked up and noticed tall boy right next to you, holding umbrella above you and him and looking on road. "In TV, they said that it won't rain today. Such a liars," he said and laughed. His smile! He had such a beautiful and shining smile. You blushed and tried to cover your face by looking on your feet. "Haha, yeah. That's job I would like to do because there's no responsibility if you say something different from reality since weather is uncontrollable," you said and smiled. All of sudden, you and that boy looked at each other and it was love at the first sight. When you wanted to introduce yourself, bus came and you remembered why you even came to wait for bus. Jake!

"Hi, babe," you said and kissed him. He was sweating but, gosh, he was so hot! "Oh, angel. We just ended dance practice. And what do I see behind your back? Give me, I want it," he laughed and tried to get behind your back to get dessert. "Babe, first big hug," you said and he gave you hug you wanted. But you didnt think about that as he hug you, he can steal dessert. Such a smart boy! "Hey!" you shouted and he just laughed while eating dessert. "Woah, don't you wanna have your own bakery? You're so talented...and plus I can pay it all for you," Jake said but you didn't listen since you noticed someone similiar in practice room, practicing in front of mirror. "Honey?" Jake asked and you looked at him. "Um, yeah, I mean no, dont pay for my bakery or anything. I don't wanna have my own business," you said and Jake ended conversation with fast kiss and ran away. You decided to look at that boy in practice room and, as you hoped, you'll may get chance to talk to him.

"Wow, you're so talented," you said as he ended choreography. He looked at door and noticed you standing in door and looking at him. He smiled and you got butterflies in stomach. You both noticed that both of you are blushing. "Thanks. Um...are you waiting for someone?" he asked and you shook your head. "No. My boyfriend is already gone so. Yeah haha, I'm not," you said as you walked in practice room. He was drinking water and your butterflies started to fly wider. He was hot and attractive even when he was just drinking water. Unbelievable! "Oh, boyfriend? Funny that I have never seen you here," he laughed. "Yeah, I dont come here often because my boyfriend dont want me to visit him in work. But also, funny is that I never heard about you from him." You came to him and sat next to him. "And what's your boyfriend's name?" he asked and you got confused. Jake many times told you that boys were so jealous of him when he was talking about you in work. And as far you knew, Jake was the only taken boy from band. "Um, Jake. You don't know me? Since he told me y'all are jealous of him," you said and that boy took your hand. "Hm, maybe he doesnt appreciate you. You need more attention than he gives you. By the way, I'm Heeseung," he introduced himself and you felt something you've never felt before. Maybe, love? You didnt know but you were sure about one thing. He's right! Jake didnt give you much attention. He was always hanging out with saying he needs to go to work but then he came drunk and said that he hung out with his friend. But he never called you to go with him. And about appreciating you, Jake never came to you out of nowhere and never said that he loves you, or that he wants hug. NEVER. You knew that sooner you'll let him go, the better for you. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you, Heeseung," you introduced yourself and he smiled. "You can call me Hee, that's how everyone here calls me," he said and you answered:" Okay, Hee."

After 5 minutes of just sitting next to each other and holding each others' hands, you realised something. "Oh, no, no, no," you said and took your phone. 14 missed calls from Jake. "What happened?" Heeseung asked and you stood up. "Jake. He called me 14 times. What if he'll come here? Or what if he has seen us and just left since it hurt him?" you were scared but Heeseung just stood up and hugged you. "Look. What's worse? He lied to you that we know about you. He doesnt appreciate you. He doesnt pay attention to you. He lied to you about many other things, I'm sure. Or that you're just trying to get to know his own members? Hm? Think about it," he said and left room. He was right, again. It was all Jake's fault. So you decided to go for a walk, all by yourself. You didnt call him back since you knew he won't care about you.

As you came to your favorite place for walk, you started to cry. You didnt even know why you're crying but you were. You say on the ground and hoped for change from Jake's side. You loved him, at least that's what you thought your feelings for him are. And you were sure you won't be able to leave him. You knew that. Suddenly, you heard your phone ringing again and you decided to pick it up. Jake! "Yes?" you said and tried to sound like you're totally okay. "Angel, where are you?! I was so worried. You know what time is it?" he asked and you checked time. 2am! "Babe, please. I'm sorry. I just needed to go for a walk. I'll be back in few minutes" you said and hung up. You tried to stop crying so Jake won't notice anything.

"Angel!" Jake came to you and hugged you so tight. 'He was crying?' you asked yourself when you noticed drops falling from his eyes. "Babe, I'm sorry," you couldn't hold yourself and you started to cry too. You both ended crying in each other's hug. It was the sweetest moment you've ever done with your boyfriend. Maybe your dream just came true. Jake maybe changed. But you didnt believe in it. Since he sometimes look like he changed but then, out of nowhere, old Jake is back.

"Hey. I brought you your own umbrella," you heard similiar voice and it was Heeseung. You wanted to go for a walk but it started to rain and you, again, forgot your own umbrella. Luckily, Heeseung wrote his number to your phone when you were panicking because you had many missed calls from Jake. "Gosh, thanks, Hee. By the way, dont you wanna join me? I love walking when it's raining. It makes me feel like I'm not alone anymore. And it's my dream to have date like this," you smiled at Heeseung and he nodded. "I also like walking in rain. But for me, I like it because I forget about every problem I have," he said.

As you were walking, it started raining heavier and heavier but you were in the middle of forest. You started to panicking, but he was calm. He tried to protect you by hugging you. When he noticed some old building, he didnt wait even for a second and he took you by your hand. So you both ended hiding from rain for next 8 hours.

"I never even thought about date like this," Heeseung laughed and you looked at him with confused eyes. "Um, date?" you asked and he stood up. "Y/n...I wanted to tell you something." You started to shake a little bit, butterflies in your stomach were so crazy and you couldn't look into his beautiful eyes. "I-I....L...Love you," he said and right after it he smiled. He took your hands and looked deeply into your eyes. "So...would you like to try it with me?" he asked and and you couldn't say no. You knew you were in love with him but...what about Jake? "Hee...um...yeah, I want." You couldn't believe it. Those words came out of your mouth without you knowing. You wanted to say truth, that you're in love with him but you have boyfriend. But your feelings spoke instead of you. They spoke for better future with your new boyfriend. Well, you just had to think about how to tell Jake about it. "Wow! You really said yes?! That's my happiest day ever," he said and hugged you so tight. You knew there's no way back. "I really did. I love you too," you smiled and kissed him. You never felt that passionate kiss. It was 1 000 times better than kissing with Jake. He put his hand on your waist, other hand on your cheek. You put your hands around his neck. And you knew, that the best night ever just started.

#enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen heeseung

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dnarez · 3 years

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Chapter 2

(photos and descriptions of characters at the end)

After a long 15-hour-long flight, you are surprised by the scene on the drop out gate, your grandfathers are there, and also some of the 'Straw hat' group, your father attracts really weird people, all his friends are just crazy.

"TORAO! IT'S BEEN SO LONG!!" Luffy, a black haired young man that it's using a straw hat, jumps up and down, being held back by his friends.

"LUFFY! WAIT UNTIL THEY ARE HERE, WE ARE GOING TO GET KICKED OUT IF YOU DON'T STOP!!" Usopp a man with long curly black hair and a very long nose, and Sanji a man with a weird curled brow and short blond hair, tries to hold him back.

"Oh, okay" when Luffy stops fighting against them, the 3 off them fall backwards, causing the troublemaker to laugh.

"Knock it off Luffy!" Nami, a beautiful woman, with long bright orange hair and very big breasts, punched his face which gave him a black eye instantly.

You chuckled at the scene, as you, your father and the gang finally gets to them, the first thing you do is jump super high, so you are able to hug grandpa Roci, who is REALLY tall. "GRANDPA! I MISSED YOU!"

He smiles and hugs you back "I missed you too Dondon-chan, you are so bigger than the last time..."

"Of course I'm bigger! The last time you saw me I was 8 years old!!"

"I'M SORRY! I WANTED TO VISIT YOU AGAIN BUT I COULDN'T!" and... he starts to cry... a lot, while hugging you tighter.

"DAD! HELP! Grandpa is crushing me again!"

"Room" you are now hugging you father, you look at him surprised and then looks back at your grandfather, only to see him and Luffy hugging each other and crying.

. . .

"DID SHE JUST CALLED YOU DAD!?" shouted the straw hat crew.

"Yes you dumbasses! She's my daughter, introduce yourself" he parts the hug and pushes you lightly in their direction.

You blush heavily at the attention you were getting, you bow and smile to them "Nice to meet you all, I'm Trafalgar Donquixote Y/n, but my friends call me Dondon, it's a pleasure to finally meet you all"

"DONQUIXOTE!? SO YOU ARE DAUGHTER OF THAT MONSTER!?" Usopp screams panicking.

"You know my mom?" You tilt your head.

"Don't call her mother a monster!!" Usopp also gets a black eye from Nami.

"We fought against her some years back, I can't believe that you married her Torao" Zoro, a man with green hair and a scar across his left eye said.

"I was obligated, if I didn't marry her he would vanish with my crew..." Law said while pointing at your second grandfather, your least favorite one.

"How cruel! You hugged only Corazón, but didn't hug me!? Come here and" he licked is lips "Give your grandpa Doffy a hug" he opened his arms in your direction.

Your father put you behind him and grandpa Roci got in front of your father, the Straw hat group looked ready to fight.

"Why are you all worried?" Doffy frowned "We are family, I would never do anything to her"

You take a deep breath of courage and goes around your father and grandpa Roci, you extend your arms to Doffy, and he gives you a big smile. "How sweet of you! I wished that the others would be like you" he picks you up and hugs you.

(For those who don't know, Doffy and Roci are 3 m 5 cm and 2 m 93 cm height)

"Let her go Mingo!" Luffy shouts and gets closer to Doffy "Put her down!"

"Or what?" Doffy chuckles.

"Or I'm gonna punch your face" Luffy glares at him.

With a snob smile Doffy puts you down, next to your father. "Let's not start a fight here, there are too many eyes, I wouldn't like to get in the hero's bad side" he pets your head and takes a box from inside his enormous pink feathery coat "Here sweetie, happy late birthday" you take the present and bow to him.

"Thank you" you give him a wobbly smile and keeps the box to your chest.

"I have to go, I'm a busy man after all" he looks at each one of the people there "See you another day" with his signature smile he waves and goes his merry way.

Your father sigh relived "Let's go home"

Grandpa Roci takes out a cigarette and put in his mouth, but only lights it when he's outside the airport.

You watch your parents giving his goodbyes to his friends, when one of the Straw Hat comes to your side. "Hi, I'm Robin, you will be having your classed with me" her long black hair is just as stunning as her breasts.

You have a difficult time focusing on her eyes, but nods and give her a small smile "I will be in your hands"

"May I ask why is your nickname Dondon?" She fixes her purse on her shoulder.

"Oh! It's because of my last name! When I was 4 years old I couldn't say any of my last names, so the other kids called me Dondon, and it just stayed like that" you shrug.

She smiles and pats your back "You can change it if you don't like it, no one's going to notice, new place new life"

You shake your head "I like being called Dondon, it's cute" you give her a big smile.

She chuckles and nods "You will train with Nami first, then you will be put with the trio ASL"

"Trio ASL?" You tilt your head.

"Ace, Sabo and Luffy" Robin says as she points at Luffy "They are the best to teach you how to fight, they do it since they were around 5 years old"

"Dad told me that Luffy's grandfather would throw him in the middle of the forest and tell him to survive"

Robin laughs "Yes, he did that, it was the reason why Luffy was put on an orphanage, where he meet Sabo and Ace."

"WHAT!? I thought that they were blood brothers! The stories my dad told me, says that they are inseparable!" You look at her shocked by that discovery.

She chuckles and nods "They are brothers, they were adopted together by Whitebeard after all"

"Oh! Changing the subject!!! How is the marriage life? I saw your wedding's photos!! They were so beautiful!!!" You see your father approaching

Robin looks at what you were looking and smiles "We will continue this chat later, you and your father need some rest" she waves at Law and goes back to her friends.

Your father nods at her and looks at your grandfather who is catching fire "Roci-ya you are burning" Law gets closer to grandpa and pats his shoulder that was on fire. "Still have two left feet I see"

Roci smiles at him and pats the other's shoulder "Let's go home, you two must be tired" he took you, and your father to his car.

You get inside the big and spacious car, feeling small.

"It will take a while to get there, I live in the center of the city, my house isn't as big as your pent house was, and you two will have to share a bathroom, but I hope you two feel at home" he extends a hand to the back seat where you are and pets you thigh "get some rest, your father and I have some grown up stuff to talk about"

You nod and put on your headphone, turning your music up and lay down on the back seat, closing your eyes.

Roci snaps his fingers and activates his quirk "Silence"

Law visibly relaxes pm his seat. "She took everything..."

As Roci drives he looks at Law from time to time "Not everything, you still have your daughter, and both your licensees, it will be hard from now on, but you are not alone, never were"

Law thinks about it for a while and nods "I know... thank you Dad"

Roci smiles, "your welcome son" and as he keeps driving, now both his son and his granddaughter end up sleeping, he deactivates his quirk and put some light jazz on the car.

.................

For all of you that are here for the bnha and don't know how or who the One Piece characters are, I'm gonna lend you all a hand.

Robin (has the quirk to create any part of her body in anyplace) ^

Nami (can control clouds with the assistance of a 'special staff') ^

Luffy (quirk-has a rubber body, oh my god, how is this... barely 18year -old boy boss of so many powerful people) ^

Sanji (quirkless, fights with his legs and only his legs, also awesome cook)^

Zoro (quirkless, master in Kendo)^

Usopp (quirkless, has incredible aim and is very good with plants)^

Franky (cyborg man, quirkless)^

Brook (rock star, quirk- practically immortal, can take his own soul out off his skeleton body)^

Chopper (straw hats doctor, quirk, has different stages of transformations)^

Jinbei (fishman, quirk can breathe underwater and control it, is master in fishman martial arts)^

(there is more, but Tumblr won't let me put any more pics, so y'all will have to search how the characters look, sorry)

#one piece #one piece x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader #mha #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #bnha hawks #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece x bnha #trafalgar law #reader

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winzenni · 4 years

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butterfly (nakamoto yuta)

Summary: when your secret tattoo is discovered and you're scolded during dance practice, the nice Japanese boy group trainee can't help but interfere.

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Pairing: trainee!yuta x trainee!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trigger warning! unwanted touching? also, we all know that yuta respects women af so i thought this would just be something he’s probably done

“and uh 5, 6, 7, 8.”

“smoother movements, people.”

“y/n, you’re late on the third count.

“one more time from the top.”

“y/n, fix your left arm.”

“last time from the top.”

It was just another day in the practice room, preparing for your next dance evaluation, but today’s practice felt a little harder than usual. Maybe it was the fact that it was over ninety degrees outside (a typical summer day in Korea), or the fact that you were wearing a fairly thick T-shirt with long sweats that were made for chilly weather.

When you woke up from your nap two hours earlier, you had completely forgotten about the group dance practice scheduled in ten minutes, and grabbed whatever clothes you saw first in your closet before dashing to the practice room, where your trainee friends were already warming up with the teacher.

“Ok, 10-minute break. Get some water and come back ready to clean up your moves.” said the instructor, Mr. Kim.

The trainees scattered from the center of the room, with some girls leaving to stop by the water fountain, some guys grabbing a towel to wipe their sweat, and some just plopping down on the floor to catch their breath.

“It’s so hot, Jiwoo. I think I might faint from heat exhaustion,” you tell your friends. Like you, Jiwoo has been training under SM for the past two years. Though make and female trainees were often divided during the training process, today, all trainees, both male and female, were learning the same hip-hop routine for the monthly evaluation.

“It's not that hot though? Maybe it's because you're wearing fleece sweats. Y/n, you really are going to pass out if you keep wearing that. I have extra shorts that you can wear.” Jiwoo pulls out a pair of black athletic shorts from her duffel bag and hands them to you.

“Really? Oh my god, Jiwoo, I don't know what I would do without you.” You take them from her, standing up. “I'll be back, I'm going to go change.”

The shorts definitely helped with the heat, but Jiwoo’s size and proportions were a little off from yours. She was a little shorter than you, which made the shorts barely reach halfway to your knee, yet the shorts were a little loose around your thighs, allowing the fabric to fly up each time you squatted or jumped. Nevertheless, it was better to show some skin than pass out from heat exhaustion.

Still, you didn't want the male trainees to see anything that you didn't want them to. And in particular, you didn't want anyone to see the tattoo on your inner thigh.

Not only were tattoos considered ugly and immature, but they were also a nuisance to makeup artists and stylists. Just knowing that you had an inked design on your body would make you less eligible to debut.

So to prevent the shorts from rising up and revealing your tattoo, you put less energy into the jumps, but this compromised the appearance of the performance.

“Ok, everyone stop,” said Mr. Kim. “Y/n, why are you jumping like a half dead frog? At this part, everyone needs to jump up like a spring, a slinky! You're a rusty wire right now, fix it.”

“Sorry, Mr. Kim. I’ll do better.”

In the next rounds of dancing, you decided to put your all into it, fearing a scolding from the teacher. Hopefully, no one would pay attention to you enough to notice what was under your shorts.

“From the top to the second jump,” Mr. Kim ordered.

1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. 1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. You counted in your head, focusing on only the dance and your movements.

1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. 1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. In this moment, you only noticed yourself, your swaying motions, your posture, your expressions.

1-2-3-4, 5-6-7-jump. 1-2-

“STOP!” Mr. Kim roared.

Everyone's eyes widened, unsure if they were the ones going to be scolded. At this point, it had been a longer practice than usual, and as practice dragged on, Mr. Kim’s mood and tolerance dwindled exponentially.

“Y/n. Step up.”

Your heart suddenly began pounding a mile a minute. What did you do wrong? You could have sworn your movements were perfect. You stepped forward from the grid formation, to the front of the class with your back facing them. In the mirror, you saw your fearful face in front of all the other trainee’s wide eyes and pitiful stares.

“Y/n. What is this?” Mr. Kim pointed to your right inner thigh, right where the fabric of the shorts ended and revealed a black mark on your skin. “Lift up your shorts.”

With shaking fingers, you slightly pull up the edge of the shorts to reveal a small inked butterfly on your thigh, just a few inches wide. In your peripheral vision, you could see the other trainees, sending looks of surprise? shock? confusion? to each other.

“Y/n……” the edge of Mr. Kim’s lips slid upward, almost laughing in your face to mock you. “You've been messing up all day and now this. You really continue to surprise me.”

He pulled up the edge of the shorts once more to get a glimpse of your tattoo, his foreign touch on your thigh making you flinch.

“If you're going to be a rebellious bitch and get a tattoo, at least make it creative!” He laughed. “A butterfly?”

At this point, you looked down at your feet in the mirror’s reflection, too embarrassed to face how the other trainees were looking at you. You blinked quickly to prevent any tears from falling. Would you have to get the tattoo removed to keep training? Or worse, would you maybe even be kicked out? Having a tattoo was one thing, but you had been causing some trouble during today's practice with your mistakes.

Mr. Kim’s scolding continued in the back of your mind, but you tuned it out with the clouded thoughts of what might happen to you. You were brought back to the current situation when Mr. Kim’s hands pulled up your shorts again to see the tattoo, this time a little too high, revealing a sliver of your black underwear. You took a step back.

“Hey!” A new body appeared in your field of vision, pushing away Mr. Kim’s hand and stepping in between you and the teacher with his y'all figure.

“M-mr. Kim,” you started.

“Hah, look at this-this,” Mr. Kim didn't know where to start with cursing you. “Y/n, you're dismissed. Leave now. Yuta, get out of my way and go back to your position.”

It took a minute for you to process Mr. Kim’s words. Dismissed from practice? Dismissed from the monthly evaluation? Dismissed from the training you had put the past two years of your life into and given up academics and friends and good food for? With all these thoughts in your mind, you couldn't help but let some tears slide down your cheek as you left the room and went into the hallway. You couldn't even hear the roaring voice of another teenager behind you.

“You can't touch her like that! That's not-"

Sitting in an empty recording room, you couldn’t help but let the tears run down your face.

You had worked so hard for so long to get to where you were, and you might have just lost it all because of a stupid butterfly tattoo you thought would be cute a year ago. In your head, you could only hear the sound of your own crying and the troublesome thoughts plaguing your mind.

A boy sat next beside you. Looking at you through his straight blond bangs, he says, “Sorry about what happened to you back there. That wasn't cool at all.”

You try to even your breathing and control your tears for a moment to respond. “Thanks, but it wasn't your fault so you don't need to apologize. Why are you here? Aren't you going to get in trouble for leaving practice?”

“Well, I just didn't think it was fair for you to be treated like that back there,” the boy says, looking down at his feet. “I-I wanted to see if you were ok. Oh, and I'm Yuta by the way. Nakamoto Yuta. Nice to meet you.” He offers a hand to shake, and you grasp it weakly to give it a friendly shake.

“I'm y/n,” you say in an almost silent whisper. “You should go back. One dismissed trainee is enough.”

“No, I'll stay here until you stop crying,” Yuta declares firmly. “I-I just really think it was so unfair for you to go through that. It's so dumb, like honestly, it's just a tattoo! It's no different from… from me wearing this earring or choosing to have blond hair!” He says, readjusting the beanie around his bangs.

After a moment of silence and looking down at your shoes, your sweaty legs and tired ankles, Yuta gently breaks the silence.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if it will be burdensome to release your tensions and worries into this stranger you've just met today. However, his aura radiates a warm, welcoming feeling, like a close friend you've reunited with after a long time.

“I just… I just did so much to get here. I don’t think I can live with myself if this is what gets me kicked out.” Your mind reverts back to flashbacks of all the meals you skipped, tears you cried, hours you danced, and sleepless nights you had dedicated to your journey to debut. To throw that all to waste over sweating a little too hard and changing pants at dance practice -- it would be a burden you would not be able to live with.

Coming to terms with the tragic future you’ve set up for yourself, a tear slips from your eye down onto your shoes, not going unnoticed by Yuta.

“Hey, hey, y/n, look at me,” he says.

You look up to him from under your tear-stained eyelashes, meeting his honey-like gaze.

“You’re not going to get kicked out. It’s gonna be ok,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and squeezing it comfortingly before sharply retracting his arm.

“S-sorry, I… is it ok if I put my arm here?” He asks.

You nod, leaning into his touch and putting your head on his shoulder.

You sit together for a while like that, without exchanging any words. Though he doesn’t say anything besides softly rubbing circles into your shoulder, Yuta’s mere presence and the warmth radiating from his body brings you a sense of consolation.

“I think it’s cute,” Yuta says, after what feels like ten or fifteen minutes of silence.

“Hm?” you say.

“The butterfly,” he explains. “I think it’s cute. Don’t listen to what others say about it. I think it’s really cute.”

“Thanks. It’s supposed to represent, like, hope and endurance,” you say. “I got it a few months into training because it was a difficult time for me. So whenever I mess up, I just look at it and think about…. I guess, I remind myself to keep going.”

Yuta nods, processing the symbolism of it and how much it must’ve meant to you. “I’ll be your butterfly,” he chimes in quietly.

“Huh?”

“You’re going to keep training here with me. I’m not going to let you quit now.”

Though his words sound motivational, you wonder, what power does he have over this? Well, whatever happens, you’re glad you were able to make a new friend. Little do you know that Yuta’s father has some... connections with the company.

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