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wyvernest · 9 months

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hello! i absolutely love your writing could i request smth like fem! reader with miguel where she buys a suggestive nightgown/lingere set or outfit for him and how he’d totally melt when he sees it? thank you :))

for your eyes only

pairing: miguel o'hara x wife!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship, piv, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, slight body worship, tiddie sucking?

summary: miguel has been overworking himself, and you buy a new lingerie set to help him release some stress

divider by @cafekitsune <3

You and Miguel are on a vacation.

He had been more than stressed lately with the aching duties of leading the spider-society, but the very last thing he intended to do was to neglect you.

So naturally, he thought of ways to spend more time with you, yet every time you two would finally get into the mood, right when he was about to make you his all over again, an anomaly or a system malfunction at HQ would interrupt you, leaving you with your heart racing and him with terribly uncomfortable blue balls.

He had had quite enough.

He surprised you with the tickets several weeks ago, on one of those rare occasions on which you two happened to be alone in the intimacy of his house.

To say that you were overflowing with joy is an understatement. He assured you that while he is gone, Jess would remain in charge so things don't go downhill.

So now, here you are, packing for a long-awaited, honeymoon-replica with your beloved husband. You feel enormously grateful for his effort to make you a priority, even more so when you remember how anxious he was about abandoning his job for a while.

You want to make it worth it.

You want to make him forget about all the stress and worries. You want to be there for him, to help him, to comfort him,

to pleasure him.

After assessing all options, you decide you're more than happy with the results.

"What's gotten into you?" he inquires playfully in between your hurried, passionate kisses as you drag him into the hotel room, excitement evident in your movements.

He's clearly more than pleased to see you clinging onto him like a lifeline, his ego undeniably boosted by the desperate make out session you just pulled him into right in the hallways. The knowledge of still being able to drive you crazy so effortlessly makes him smirk into the heated kiss.

"Told you." you gasp shallowly, parting from his swollen lips as you pull at his shirt, seeking to take it off. "I have a surprise."

Taking the hem and tossing the shirt out of your way, he bends down slightly, his massive shoulders bringing his shadow upon you, intimidating but so hot.

"Tell me about it." His voice is an octave lower, deep and provoking. You have to actively fight your brain from melting into lust and hunger for him in order to remain conscious and stick with the idea.

"No need.", you push at his biceps and he complies, backing off, an eyebrow raising in slight confusion mixed with surprise.

"You just have to take a shower first."

"Ah." his mood shifts abruptly, his head tilts to the side as if to check if he really needs one.

You can't help but burst into a hearty chuckle. "No, not because of that! I just need you away for a couple of minutes."

Your eyes squint, suggestive. He doesn't fail to catch on to your request, the ideas of what you might be up to already taking form in his mind, making his eyes shine a dark red glow.

Stepping back, he heads to the bathroom, turning back to you before shutting the door.

"Be quick. I won't be long.", He warns, almost threateningly, and you can't stop yourself from growing wet at the thought that he would take you the second he's out, no matter if you're ready or not.

Coming back to your senses, you hear the water running in the shower, yet sense no movement. You know he's listening in, but you couldn't care less. Enhanced senses or not, he wouldn't possibly be able to tell that you're rushing to the luggage to snatch the lingerie set you brought just by the shuffling alone.

Or can he?

You're fast to discard your evening outfit, slipping into the set. Glancing at yourself in the hotel mirror, a nearly evil smirk takes over your face imagining his reaction. Adjusting everything in place, you look at the bright red straps around your thighs, ever slightly too tight, just to make the flesh look plumper, ready to pop out of its confinement; you look at the thin panties, inviting and bold, leaving your ass bare for his hands to play with. And finally, the pièce de résistance, the bow tie holding your breasts together, the only thing covering them.

Fixing your hair and doing the final touches to the bed, turning the lights off and lighting a couple candles, you take your place on the soft mattress.

You feel your heart racing like it's your honeymoon night, your nervousness not aided by the sound of the water tap falling silent and of him stepping out of the shower.

It only takes him a few seconds to tie a towel around his hips and push the door wide open, the bright light creeping into the room through a barely-there cloud of condensation.

The moment he spots you, he stops dead in his tracks.

"Ay, mierda.." He mumbles, more to himself, his eyes scanning your body up and down, from head to toe and back.

"So beautiful," he concludes, tone heavy with need as he approaches you slowly, eyes still not meeting yours. "And all mine."

Getting up from your spot, you meet him halfway, kneeled on the edge of the bed. Your hands fly to his massive shoulders, moving up his neck to tangle in his damp hair. He grabs your waist, the heat of his palms on the bare skin of your middle sending shivers up your spine like it's your first time together.

Nearly getting lost in the sight of him, half naked with droplets of water running down his chest, you bite your lip, breathing quickened.

"What did I do to deserve this, hm?" He whispers, eyes half lidded and voice low and sleepy. "Eres demasiado buena para mí." (You're too good to me)

He leans closer, his hot breath fanning your face.

You find it hard to gather yourself and focus on what he's saying.

"You've been working so hard lately." your voice drips into an exaggerated praise which he drinks in with the most obvious interest. "Coming home late, barely getting any time to yourself."

He leans even closer, keen on listening to you.

"You hold it all together so well," you mirror his own past voiced complaints. "You deserve so much more than a vacation."

"¿Ah, sí? ¿Cómo qué?" (Oh, yeah? What do you mean?). He insists smugly, one inch away from tasting your lips.

He wants to hear you say it.

You take his hands from your waist and pull them to slide upwards; he doesn't waste a second before he places them on each side of your breasts, pushing them together softly.

"Anything I can give you." You speak quietly, toying with the superficial knot of his towel. He closes the gap between you, his lips moving against yours with unmatched passion and want, his breathing already hot and laboured. His bare chest rises and falls against yours as he finally pulls away only to get rid of the cloth around his waist, flashing you with the image of his hardening fat cock.

Towering over you, he slowly and carefully pushes you to lie back down on the bed, crawling on top of you.

His mouth latches on to your pulse point, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin, while his warm hands travel up and down your body appreciatively.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of his cursory palm caressing your thighs, the curve of your hips, up to the soft mound of your tit, all the while his lips remain on your neck.

"Miguel-!" You moan mindlessly, and his cock twitches on your thigh, hard and heavy.

Suddenly, his hands grip your waist firmly and he flips you over so that you're on top of him.

You brace yourself on your elbows on either side of his head, arching your back. He plants a wet kiss on the tops of your breasts, still concealed by the red bow, as one of his hands moves to deliver a slap to your ass.

The hot palm maps your body like a vice, you feel as if the skin will burn and sting once his touch departs from you. He shifts and presses his lips to yours, indulgent and tender. It’s different, not nearly as greedy as before, it’s more intimate, as if you’re trading parts of your souls to each other, never to return them nor want to do so. You arch against him, crushing your chest onto his.

The second you part from him with a gasp, blissed out with the taste of him still on your lips, you shiver at the sight of his half lidded eyes, dark cocoa alight with the crimson tide you know so well, full of need and desperation.

His hands come up to your front, pulling the tie loose with a dumbfounded, sleepy smirk.

Your breasts bounce free from the blood-red ribbon. His broad hands slide to your back, pulling you into him as he takes one tit in his mouth, sucking and kissing, groaning with every breath he stops to take. You feel each sound he lets out, vibrating deep in his chest.

Breathing shallow and quickened, you let your pelvis lower until the girth of his hard cock brushes against the silky fabric of your thong.

His hips buck into you reflexively, eliciting a soft whimper out of you.

Detaching from the tender flesh of your breasts, he pulls you down to taste your lips once more, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with the way he swallows every whisper of his name that rivers into the kiss.

Unbeknownst to you, he hooks his fingers around the elastic straps around your ass and thighs, pulling on the strings only to release them, making them whip your skin with a loud smack.

You arch your back further into him, grinding into his erection in the process. He grunts abruptly, no longer able to hold back.

With expert ease, he drags at the straps holding your panties, ripping them at the joints. Before you can yelp and protest, he pushes the mushroom head of his already leaking cock into your folds.

You clench at the contact, anchoring your hands on his stout shoulders as you sink onto his dick. He watches your greedy cunt swallow him, inch by inch, until he bottoms out, his pubes brushing right against your clit.

You start rolling your hips, feeling his whole dick slip out half way only to push back in against your guts, grazing every mind-numbing nerve in its wake. You’re utterly delirious, and so is he.

His vision targets your breasts, softly swaying in his face with every mount of your body on his. He stills you momentarily, his massive arms sheathing you in a spine-tingling hold.

Muffled, pleased hums resonate in his chest, echoing against yours as he squeezes you into him, your tits pressed flush right above his collar. You let a moan crawl out of your throat as he plants rushed, desperate pecks on every spot he can lay his mouth on; your neck, your shoulders, the tops of your breasts.

The heat of his profound exhales washes over your skin, kindle to a fire. Heedlessly, you arch your back into his hold, pushing yourself into him, your body marinated into his arms the way he loves so much. He thinks he might come right then and there, no friction, no nothing. Just the feeling of you, soft and tender, mollifying further into his possessive touch with every kiss he places on you.

But soon the need for more friction gets the better of him as he starts thrusting into you from below.

You let yourself fall into his forceful arms as he drives his cock in and out of your weeping cunt, face contorting into pure pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and fucked-out eyes squinting.

The bed squeaks under his weight, the bedframe hitting the wall with ever violent push of his cock into you. You feel his abdomen flex against your stomach, his biceps pulling you impossibly close against his feverish skin.

Burying his head in the crook of your neck, his pants turn into moans as his thrusts lose rhythm and strength. It's the hottest thing that's ever reached your ears, and you moan in tandem with him as you reach your climax.

When he doesn't stop, your whole body starts burning, a blinding firework scattering on the sky.

Pushing hard into you, as deep as he can be, with a pained, breathless groan, he comes inside your still fluttering pussy. His cock pulsates into you, staining your insides white, the feeling of his warm seed short circuiting you in an aftershock.

Both of your heads nestled into each other, feverish bodies moulded together in a suffocating embrace, his lips start ghosting over your neck, a silent praise for taking him so good.

"You should wear this more often, mi vida." he breathes into your mouth.

"I would, if you hadn't ripped it." You tease back, evidently turned on by his antics.

"No te preocupes. (Don't worry.) I'll buy you more."

a/n: yes im obviously in love with the vacation with miguel trope, hope you like this<33 it turned out longer than expected

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luvyeni · 5 months

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im such a whore and im not even gonna lie about it like i was listening to freaky girl by rick james (you've prob heard the sample in super freaky girl by nicki minaj) and suddenly i had this fic idea of being a slut for rockstar bf!han like lemme give one situation

like you know you pretty bf is gonna perform in your town. so ofc as his gf you're dress up pretty (i meant slutty). now HE'S FOLDED after seeing you. so as usual you get pounded in the hotel room.

basic ass idea but if you haven't wrote abt. i would request you. and i would be so goddamn grateful im gonna buy you a whole library

love, 💌

rockstar!jisung x fem bodied reader | warnings: 18+ content (mdni!!), unprotected sex | words: 0.3k ~ (338) 🐿ㆍ₊⊹

You were able to score a front row ticket so you could surprise him — putting on his favorite dress, that you knew would catch his eye.

He didn’t know you were coming, you told him you were working, so he wasn’t even looking for you — playing as normal, that’s until his eyes fall on a familiar face, his eyes widening as he sees your face, you smile at him waving.

He takes a look at what you’re wearing and almost fucks up the song, you chuckle at him, shaking your head — but his cock his stiffening in his jeans, you look so fucking good, you tits sitting perfectly on your dress.

He couldn’t help it — as soon as the second to last song ends, he’s bending down to your level, ignoring the fans trying to touch him as he grabs your face, pulling you into a impromptu makeout second before his bandmate pulled him back, he smirked his lips covered in your gloss— you could see it in his eyes how horny he was.

That’s how you found yourself up against his hotel door — holding your waist as he fucked into you. You had to fight him off of you until you had to got to his hotel room, he barely closed the door before he was lifting the dress up, sliding your thong to the side, sliding his cock into you, groaning out.

“Fuck I missed your cunt.” He grunted. “had to fuck my hand -shit- j-just didn’t feel the same.” His head dipped into your neck, leaving marks. “Fu-fuck jisung harder.” You tugged at his hair. “Shit!”

He kept thrusting into you, squeezing your boobs, your legs tightening around his waist as came. “fuck jisung!” he thrusted into you a few more times, sighing as came emptying himself into your cunt. “shit baby.”

He carried you to the bed, pulling out to toss you on the bed, climbing back on top of you. “miss you so much.” He breathed, his lips brushing against yours, his cock twitching in between your bodies. “ji-jisung, please fuck me.” You moaned, grabbing his shaft, jerking it off, pressing it against your heat, he slowly pushed back into you.

“Gonna fuck you all night to make up for the lost time.”

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard thoughts #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids drabbles #stray kids x female reader #han jisung headcanons #han jisung smut #han jisung scenarios #han jisung x reader #han jisung imagines #han jisung drabbles

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paintingwhiteceilings · 9 months

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❃Seventeen and buying concert tickets❃

a/n: Sooooo apparently, my first post has been doing really well. I came home from visiting my friends over the weekend, only to find out that it has over an 100 notes???? Thank you to everyone who has been liking and reblogging it. I genuinely didn't expect so many people to enjoy, or even see, it, and I feel so incredibly grateful :')

Anyway, I stumbled upon Scoups trying to buy their own concert tickets and thought it would make for a fun prompt. Enjoy!

Scoups/Seungcheol: 7/10

❀ What deity has he disrespected to be suffering this much? When he promised some of his friends to get them tickets as well, he did so out of the assumption that good karma would aid him in increasing his odds of getting good seats. Isn’t that how karma is supposed to work; you do a good deed and get rewarded?

❀ For some reason, the entire website seems to be working against him. He has an abysmal position in the queue, giving him a false sense of hope in obtaining tickets. After he finally is let in, the website seems to continuously glitch. The only reason that he ultimately gets to pick out decent seats is because he spends an absurd amount of money on them.

❀ No, it truly can’t be a higher power toying with him… Instead, he blames himself for picking the wrong location, date and zone. Somehow, he even manages to misplace his credit card, resulting in him having to turn his room upside down. He is about to completely lose it before discovering that he accidentally placed his keyboard on top of it.

❀ After struggling a ton, he finally manages to get decent tickets, ageing at least ten years in the process. Give him some time and space; he needs to properly process the entire experience. Maybe it is time to pay for an exorcist.

Jeonghan 1000000/10

❀ God has favourites, and it shows. Jeonghan decides to get concert tickets on a whim, pulling out his phone to check whether they are still available. Somehow, precisely at that moment, the tickets go on sale, making him first in the queue.

❀ He doesn’t really understand what Coups is complaining about. He has the seats he wants with a perfect view of the stage. The site runs smoothly, and he is able to buy the tickets without it buffering even once. He doesn’t even have to remind his friends to transfer him the money, either. They did it beforehand.

❀ Even worse, after he successfully purchased the tickets, he decides to never buy tickets for himself ever again. Why would he do it himself when he could ask his friends to do it for him instead? It gives him an additional ten minutes to nap. His ticket buying luck will become a memory, a legend that all those buying tickets tell each other.

❀ Is that Coups crying in the corner?

Joshua 8/10

❀ You have heard of chick-magnets, and now I present to you, Mr Hong, a ticket-magnet. Joshua has no interest in ticket buying. Rather than spending those hours sitting behind a computer, he could be enjoying one of his thousand hobbies instead. Joshua could’ve made at least four bracelets and watched a full season of anime in the same time span. Why worry over Maroon 5 tickets when he can sing Sunday Morning himself.

❀ Instead, his friends end up giving him their spare tickets whenever someone cancels. Over the years, he has gone to a wide arrange of concerts. It is kind of impressive. One time he went to both a classical and a heavy metal concert on the same day. It gave him whiplash; he almost started a mosh pit as the third movement played.

❀ Considering that Joshua never checks his phone, he wouldn’t even be aware of what concerts are happening. Not that it really matters. Somehow, he will end up going anyway. All concert tickets lead to Hong Jisoo.

Jun 2/10

❀ Have you ever tried buying tickets in a language that is not your native tongue? No? Well, let me tell you, it is hard. Jun has been staring at the screen for the past five minutes, trying to figure out the fine print. He is having a hard time deciphering the very legal and formal Korean.

❀ He is pretty sure that he is misinterpreting half of it; it seems rather odd for a concert ticket site to be talking about saving the cows when he is looking at insurance options. It truly is weird. Still, Jun cannot help but be a bit concerned about the cows.

❀ Before he is able to buy the tickets, he runs out of time. He had tried to call his members, but he should’ve figured that him reading the confusing Korean out loud would result in a weird narrative telephone game where the members have to guess the word from his shaky pronunciation. At least it made for a fun new game for GoSe.

❀ Fortunately, he is favourite child number 1, and the other members have zero faith in him being able to buy his own ticket. They made sure to get him one whilst he was calling with them. Of course, they gasslight him into thinking that, by some miracle, he had managed to buy the ticket himself. They don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Hoshi/Soonyoung: -100000000000/10

❀ I should probably add more zeros, but that would ruin the aesthetics. Hoshi's problems already start upon him trying to turn on the computer. No matter how often he smashes the power button, it does not respond. He thinks he broke it, but in reality, Hoshi doesn't understand the concept of a charger. Nobody told him that computers need energy to function.

❀ When Wonwoo told him that the computer needed to be fed, trying to explain the concept of charging and electricity, Hoshi tried giving it a piece of his fried chicken. He left it there for a full hour, but it didn’t eat it. Hoshi thinks the laptop might be mad at him for letting it starve for so long. Someone, please help this man; he is crying.

❀ Maybe instead of using his computer, he can use his phone to buy tickets. Oh, wait, no. He tried showering with his phone because he thought it was waterproof. Why did he think it was waterproof? Nobody knows. He has put it in rice to see whether it will turn on again. The others haven’t told him yet that it is hopelessly fried; they don’t want him to get another phone only to ruin it within seconds.

Wonwoo 100000000/10

❀ With his gaming set-up and ridiculously fast internet, Wonwoo makes ticket buying look like a sci-fi film. To the untrained eye, watching Wonwoo buying tickets might seem rather boring. To those more experienced, his skills at clicking on the right things at the exact right time are insane. Internally, he has an entire dramatic inner monologue when he does, recounting his months of research on how to optimize ticket buying.

❀ It has become a game for him; he has an insane track record for buying the best seats, and at this point, he does it more so for the thrill. He resells them to the members, increasing the price a bit as he does. He doesn’t tell them, of course; it makes them feel indebted to him, owing him a favour he can cash in during GoSe, whilst he, unbeknownst to them, is making a decent profit. Truly, he is hitting two birds with one stone.

❀ It is only after Wonwoo uses his hard-earned money to buy five extra computers to further optimize the buying of tickets that the other members begin getting concerned. They ultimately decide to hold an intervention for him, explaining that his obsession with ticket buying is borderline unhealthy. So far, he is doing well. He hasn't bought a single concert ticket since the intervention.

Woozi/Jihoon: 9/10

❀ Concert tickets seem to magically appear on his doorstep, paired with letters full of admiration. Woozi has no idea how they got there. Whenever an artist is going on tour, the tickets seem to materialize out of thin air without fail. He fails to realize that by being the legendary producer Woozi, THE Lee Jihoon, everyone wants him at their concert. He truly is a humble king.

❀ To be honest, he doesn’t really want to go. Unless it happens to be Bruno Mars, he would rather stay indoors, focusing on his own music. He decides to give all the free tickets to Joshua, figuring that it would be a waste to throw the tickets out. However, he stopped giving Joshua the free tickets after he discovered that Joshua was pretending to be him. Not that anyone believed him, but still, Woozi no longer wanted to be associated with the guy who was shamelessly dancing around, executing the cringiest of dance moves.

❀ On the one hand, it did somewhat work. The artists have stopped inviting Woozi to every single concert that they hold, afraid to get his insane friend instead. Joshua, to this day, claims that it was all part of his plan.

DK/Seokmin: 1/10 but 1000/10 for the vibes

❀ DK is truly trying his best to get tickets for the concert he wants to go to. He has invited all his friends over to buy the tickets together. Everyone brings their own laptop to increase their chances of getting good seats. However, by the end of the night, it has kind of turned into a bit of a party.

❀ Initially, DK put on a playlist to decrease the tension and stress that everyone was feeling. That being said, as time passed, the tickets were kind of forgotten as it turned more and more into a karaoke session. Suddenly more and more people seemed to appear, somehow hearing of this dope party that was being held at DK’s. DK surely didn’t invite them, but the more, the merrier, right? He can’t help but feel like he is forgetting something as the night progresses, but it must probably not be that important.

❀ It hits him only the morning after. It is not completely hopeless, though. When DK goes online to share his funny anecdote with other fellow fans, he inevitably ends up charming someone who has a spare ticket. They end up inviting him along because, well, we all could use some little DK in our life.

Mingyu: 7.5/10

❀ He thinks he is really good at finding resell tickets for cheap. What he doesn’t know, however, is that everyone takes one good look at his profile pic and decides to risk it all. Unknowingly, Mingyu has broken up a lot of friendships with his posts innocently asking whether anyone has a ticket to spare.

❀ He has no idea that concerts are essentially all dates. The other person always treats him so nicely. They get him food, flowers and give him so many compliments. Honestly, he doesn’t understand how people can be so pessimistic about the world. Look at how many wonderful people are in it, treating him so kindly.

❀ Unfortunately for those who intend the concert to be a date and the start of a new relationship, he is too oblivious to see it as such. At the end of the concert, he will simply shake their hand and thank them for the fun night, never to contact them ever again. Still, nobody gets truly upset about the outcome. His obliviousness is kind of charming.

The8/Minghao: 5/10

❀ It is all up to faith. Does he understand the Korean on the website? No. As a result, Minghao has decided to make peace with whatever comes out of the ticket buying experience. He has meditated quite a bit before the tickets go on sale, trying to tell himself that it won’t bother him if he doesn’t get the tickets. He is cool, calm and collected.

❀ He makes all his decisions based on a coin flip. Is he struggling to choose between two zones? Coin flip. Should he click the first or second option for insurance? Coin flip. He has a very pretty dice that he can roll for the choices with multiple options. In other words, Minghao puts his trust completely in the universe so that he doesn’t have to admit that he has no idea what he is doing. Honestly, the method allows him to, at the very least, make quick decisions regardless of the outcome. Consequentially, he outspeeds everyone else on the website.

❀ Does it work? Half of the time. Sometimes the universe seems to be favouring him, giving him incredible seats. Other times he is sitting in the nosebleeds, squinting at the stage as he is trying to make out the artist. He comforts himself with the thought that he is there for the music, not the visual experience.

Seungkwan: 9/10

❀ Welcome to Seungkwan’s military mission to get concert tickets. Drill Sergeant Boo has decided that he will be assembling the best team to get the concert tickets he desires, and there will be nothing stopping him. Not only did he insist on everyone meeting up at the place with the best Wi-Fi, but he also made an entire overview of the best zones and seats, including information on which seats tend to sell out the fastest.

❀ He has set five alarms for when the tickets go on sale, and if anyone dares to goof off, they will meet an early grave. This is a life-or-death situation! Sergeant Boo has no time for those that slack off or test his patience. If you are not taking this seriously, you do not deserve to see Adele in concert.

❀ Let’s just hope that he gets his tickets through regular ticket sales because if not, he will set up an intelligence mission in order to find out as much tea as he can on someone to blackmail them into handing over their tickets. Is it legal? Not really, no, but all is fair in love and war or when Beyoncé tickets are on the line.

Vernon 8/10

❀ Getting tickets is really no problem for Vernon. All he has to do is connect himself to the internet. He is an AI/NPC, after all. It is incredibly easy; all he has to do is hack into the system and get the tickets before they even go on sale.

❀ Okay, okay, all jokes aside, Vernon, with his refined music taste, mostly attends obscure bands. He is not even snobby about it; he genuinely enjoys their experimental music. Most of the time, the band's tickets do not sell out because the band is, well, questionable at best. Wait, you have not heard of Order of the Metaphysical Rat? They are really good! What about the Tree Rioting Bishops? No? Well, he had a blast at their last concert; you should totally join next time.

❀ Occasionally, he stumbles onto real gems, bands that are on the up-and-coming and about to blow up. He somehow manages to attend their concert at the right time, and when he checks the tickets the next year, they've tripled in price.

❀ However, more often than not, the concerts he attends are an… experience. Dancing Politics truly was something special with their remixing of political speeches, and his ears are still ringing from the Screaming Orchestra. He doesn't understand why none of the other members want to join him.

Dino/Chan: -1000/10

❀ He is incredibly determined to get the tickets, but Dino has a massive problem: he is a boomer at heart. He is not hip and happening and has no idea how this whole process of buying tickets works. What do you mean that they do not physically mail concert tickets any more?

❀ To be honest, he was kind of hoping one of the other members would take him instead. This whole concept of the internet is truly beyond him. He literally just figured out how the landline works; he blinked twice, and suddenly there is something called the internet.

❀ Somehow, in his attempt to get tickets, he clicks on the wrong thing, and now his computer has crashed. He has no idea how he managed it, but it is refusing to respond. So now he's paying for a hefty bill to get his computer fixed instead of the tickets.

❀ It gets even worse when he trusts a Nigerian Prince emailing him that he has some tickets to resell. Yeah… Dino gets scammed out of a lot of money. It is safe to say that the other members have decided that he no longer gets to shop online.

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putschki1969 · 4 months

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KEIKO Planetarium Live〜Starry Night〜 & Chocolate meating#3〜Starry Night edition〜 Live Report

I experienced so many amazing things during my recent Japan trip but for some reason, this special planetarium event left the most lasting impression so that's why I wanted it to be the topic of my first live report. Below you'll find an abundance of fangirling and mindless blabbering so please brace yourselves! The post will be divided into the following sections to make it easier for you to get through.

General Info

Preface

Merchandise

Venue

Performance

Fan Club Exclusive Part

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『KEIKO Planetarium Live ~Starry Night~』 [Date] Sunday, December 17, 2023 [Time] Open 14:30 / Start 15:00 [Ticket fee] 8,000 yen (tax included) [Venue] Konica Minolta Planetaria TOKYO DOME1

FC Exclusive 『Chocolate meating #3 ～Starry Night edition～』 [Date] Sunday, December 17, 2023 [Time] Open 17:00 / Start 17:30 [Ticket fee] 8,500 yen (tax included) ※FC exclusive benefit included [Venue] Konica Minolta Planetaria TOKYO DOME1

Preface

When this was first announced I was devastated because at that time, my trip to Japan was scheduled to end on Dec 14th. But with both Wakana and Keiko announcing solo performances after that day, I was determined to find a way to extend my stay. Initially, I was hesitant because I knew there was no way to change my return flight. I would ultimately lose a significant amount of money and on top of that, I would have to book a new one-way return ticket for a later date which would cost me a fortune as well. After considering all my pros and cons, I ultimately decided to go through with the whole thing because I knew I would probably hate myself forever if I didn't use that opportunity. Of course it also hinged upon whether or not I would manage to get a ticket for the fan club performance in the evening. I knew my chances were super slim due to the tiny venue (~100 people) but luckily, I won a ticket. At that point I knew that I had no excuses not to go XD This is by far one of he craziest and most irrational things I've ever done so for some time I was afraid that I would end up with horrible regrets but I am happy to report that it was worth every penny for me. Not only was Wakana's concert amazing, these two Keiko performances absolutely blew me away with their intimate nature and unique atmosphere. Can you believe that this was actually the first time for me to attend a Keiko solo event? I had purchased streaming tickets for all of her online lives of course but I had never been to an on-site event. And for a while now, I have been asking myself if I would even enjoy a one-man live like that since - as we all know - I am not particularly fond of a lot of her solo releases but, lo and behold, my love for Keiko and her music was 100% reaffirmed. I am so glad that I took the plunge, I couldn't be more grateful to have been able to be there for this amazing experience. On this note, I wanna give a big shout-out to my friend Pae who encouraged me from the get-go to come to the event and who got our tickets for the day performance. It was a general sale on a first come-first serve basis and she really knocked it out of the park with her professional ticket purchasing skills. I definitely could never have done it that quickly so kudos to her. Here's a picture of little old me, Pae and her friend from Thailand.

Merchandise

I wanna take a few moments to talk about the live goods because I am utterly smitten with everything. The acrylic stands and the block are particularly pretty but I am also obsessed with the polaroids. I almost couldn't contain myself and since they didn't have any limits as to how many pieces one person could buy, I naturally went all out. Don't worry, I didn't buy that much since I was still reeling from how expensive it was to extend my trip. Also, I was one of the first few people in line so it would have been rude to buy an excessive amount, there were a ton of other fans around after all, they obviously also wanted to buy a lot of merch. While they prepared plenty of the random polaroid magnets, they unfortunately didn't really bring enough of the acrylic stuff. By the end of the day performance, the acrylic stands were already completely sold out and after the evening performance, the acrylic block was gone too. I guess that means that even if we get an online sale at one point, they will only sell the tote bag and the magnets...or maybe they'll produce another batch of all the acrylic items...We'll have to wait and see...I could see myself buying some more polaroids if they become available online. I only got two pieces with a handwritten message by Keiko so it would be nice to have more. But they are not exactly cheap so I'll have to think about it.

Venue

The venue was...not what I had expected XD. The pictures online of Konica Minolta Planetaria are a bit misleading but I guess that's because they only ever feature Dome 2 and not Dome 1 which is significantly smaller and doesn't have any of the fancy seats. Our seats were little more than reclining beach chairs with a little table but oh well, I didn't come there to be seated comfortably so it didn't bother me too much. At the end of the day, it was a good thing that the dome was so tiny because it made everything feel so much more intimate. And let me tell you, when I say intimate, I mean intimate. I've never ever been this close to Keiko (and I've had my fair share of close encounters with her). There were no assigned seats for the performances, everyone just had a number on their ticket and we were allowed to enter the dome in order of that number. As mentioned earlier, Pae was super fast getting our tickets so we ended up with the numbers 5 to 7, meaning that for the day performance I got a seat right at the front with a clear view of Keiko. There was no stage or anything, just a bit of basic equipment, some microphones and two stools. This meant that there was barely any space between the front row and the artist area (1 metre maybe). Needless to say, I spent the entire time looking at Keiko XD. I almost felt a bit bad because I was missing out on the lovely projections but to be fair, it was actually quite hard to get a good view of them this close to the front so the best option for me was to just stare at Keiko. During the break I bought myself a yummy galaxy donut which was almost too pretty to eat but at that point I was starving so I literally devoured it. For the FC exclusive evening performance I wasn't nearly as lucky when it came to my number. I got #71 so I ended up in one of the last rows unfortunately. From the first performance I knew that Keiko would be entering from the back door on the left side and walk through the audience so I at least made sure to take a seat close to the door so she would walk right past me (which she did so YAY but more on that later). On another positive note, the seat in the back made it possible for me to get fully immersed in the projections without being too distracted by Keiko. It was truly breathtaking to see all these space-themed vivid images across the ceiling.

Performance

It feels like I have already talked so much about the whole thing but I haven't mentioned a single thing about the actual performances so let me rectify that. I've already alluded to it in the beginning of this post, Keiko was absolutely stunning and I am obviously not just talking about her looks. Her vocals were out of this world, every single song of the setlist flattered her so much, there was not a single misplaced note as far as I could tell. Due to the nature of the event, it was of course a very understated performance, there was no wild movement or crazy choreography, it was just Keiko standing/sitting there being illuminated by the tiniest of lights, just enough to still see her but never enough to distract from the visuals. After all, the main focus were supposed to be the projected images and for the most part, that was the case. Only occasionally they would shine some more light on Keiko (mostly during MCs). As you can see below, the setlist was full of ballads and OMG, I couldn't have been happier about that. She sang almost all my faves so I was pretty much in heaven for the first half of the live. Almost started crying during 通り雨 because it was painstakingly beautiful. キミガネムルカラ and 夕顔 were also true gems to experience live, so haunting and mystic. She brought out her brand new guitar for songs #4 to #6 and while I have never been the biggest fan of acoustic guitars, Keiko really managed to make me fall in love with the sound. Both her and her guitarist did a fantastic job arranging and performing these tracks. Also, I was quite surprised to hear Yas Nakajima provide backup vocals for Keiko during Burn In The Wind, their voices match perfectly.

The cover section was admittedly a bit of a let-down for me since the chosen songs are not exactly among my favourites. That's not to say that I didn't enjoy myself or that Keiko didn't deliver the songs flawlessly, it's just that I don't really care all that much for the songs themselves. There were some really gorgeous high notes though so I really can't complain. Speaking of covers, I was super hyped when Keiko announced that she would be singing 風の街へ, a self-cover of her first FictionJunction KEIKO work. I had a feeling she would maybe sing it (since it's obviously a perfect fit for this sort of atmosphere) but Pae kept telling me that it probably wouldn't be happening. Glad I was right about that. During the MC, Keiko was talking about her upcoming single 夕闇のうた so for a while I was sure she would just sing that but she ultimately did not perform it. We got to hear the full version a few days earlier at Kaji Fes. so I wasn't too disappointed that it didn't make it onto the setlist of the planetarium live (also, if I am being honest, the song hasn't really grown on me yet so it's not like I'm dying to hear it again and again). Instead, she chose the song that marked the very beginning of Keiko's journey together with Yuki Kajiura and really, I can never get enough of it. It's one of my very favourite YK x Keiko collaborations and it's always such a pleasure to hear it live. It was only my second time so I couldn't have been more grateful. The final three songs were a nice change of pace with more involvement from the audience and more focus on Keiko rather than the projections. I certainly didn't expect ラテ to make an appearance but with the pretty lights, it worked surprisingly well. The whole thing had a very futuristic feel to it if you know what I mean. ユア has slowly been growing on me and it's just such a feel-good song that I cannot stop vibing with it (similar to Wakana's Happy Hello Day actually). The ending was beyond epic, エンドロール is such a cool song. I just wish I had known the lyrics so I would have been able to sing along properly (I have zero skills when it comes to memorising lyrics) . Keiko tried to prepare us with a few test-runs but I kept mixing up some lines T_T Oh well, I had a blast so that's all that counts! The one thing I felt kinda sad about was the fact that we didn't get an encore but I guess they had to keep the performance short...?

M-1キミガネムルカラ M-2夕顔 M-3通り雨 M-4夜の嘘と M-5Lost M-6Burn In The Wind M-7駅 by 竹内まりや (Cover) M-8ルビーの指環 by 寺尾聰 (Cover) M-9秋桜 by 山口百恵 (Cover) M-10風の街へ (Self-Cover) M-11ラテ M-12ユア M-13エンドロール

Fan Club Exclusive Part

When I entered the dome for the fan club exclusive evening performance, I was given a large envelope by a staff member containing a message card by Keiko. The scan above features the picture which makes up one half of the card. So pretty! (Please keep in mind that this is fan club exclusive!) As mentioned earlier, I had a seat pretty far in the back during this performance, I was still close enough to have a good view of Keiko but I decided to focus on the projections this time around since Keiko jokingly mentioned a couple of times that she felt so many eyes on her and that we should try to enjoy the gorgeous view above as well. With the way she said it, I could tell that she wasn't annoyed or angry about it but she genuinely just wanted us the get the most out of the experience. And yeah, I have to admit, it was amazing to just lean back and watch the gorgeous space visuals while being gently wrapped by Keiko's vocals. Also, for some weird reason, the seats in the back were much more comfortable than the ones in the front row so that made it a lot easier to just relax. The setlist was the exact same and Keiko's performance was just as good. There were some technical issues with the projections at one point so the staff asked Keiko to take a little break and entertain the audience for a while so they could fix the problem. Keiko was really cute during this section because she struggled to come up with something to talk about. All her other MCs had been rather short and straight-to-the-point so there wasn't really anything to talk about. She even admitted that it was quite hard for her to just talk to an audience without having anyone on stage with her to create a sort of a back and forth. Unfortunately, her guitarist was pretty useless in that regard since he didn't feel comfortable at all talking XD Keiko ended up blabbering on and on about the most random stuff and eventually talked a bit about the guitar arrangement for 秋桜 which she found quite impressive. After they had fixed the issue, we went back to the regular program for a couple of songs until Keiko announced that it was time for some special games since this was a fan club event after all. First, we played a few rounds of a Maru-Batsu-Quiz (True-or-False-Quiz). They had prepared some Keiko-trivia questions. Everyone was asked to stand up and with every question people either answered with "true" (fist) or "false" (open hand). Those who answered incorrectly had to sit down so fewer and fewer people remained standing as time went by. Some of the questions were a bit tricky so all you could do was guess. Unfortunately, I wasn't one of the lucky winners at the end. Although I will say that these games are mostly based on trust since you can always pretend to have made the correct gesture or change your gesture in the right moment (it's hard to verify stuff like that). There were a handful of guys who won the first two rounds, they got to walk towards the front and Keiko gave them a little present (some snack souvenirs from the most recent Asia tour-leg, nothing too exciting). Then we were all surprised because for one round the last person standing happened to be none other than Yuriko Kaida. Turns out she had been sitting right behind me all this time (her seat was the closest one to the back door in the very last row). I did not expect her to actually collect her prize (especially since Keiko mentioned that Yuriko had gotten the exact same souvenir in Taiwan) but she did. It was a treat seeing them interact like that. They are so funny together and it was during those moments that you could immediately tell that Keiko became so much more relaxed and talkative once she had someone on-stage with her who she felt comfortable with. As a final game, we did one round of rock-paper-scissors which once again, I wasn't lucky enough to win but I guess it just wasn't meant to be T_T

When the show was over, Keiko walked through the audience towards the door in the back and that's when my seat choice really paid off. She got super close to the people who had an aisle seat, she made eye contact, waved at us and even did little high fives with the one or the other female fan who dared to initiate a gesture like that (of course I didn't because I am too chicken-shit for that). Once Keiko was gone, Yuriko was also ushered outside. Some of us were still hopeful that we would get an encore, especially since they had closed the exit again but alas we didn't get one. However, we were all in for a special treat when it was time to finally get up and leave. When they started playing the usual after-live announcement it was obvious that there wouldn't be an encore so I took my stuff and headed towards the back door which a staff member was just about to open. That's when I realised that Keiko was standing right outside the door, waiting for the audience members to give each one of us a private send-off. This is a common occurrence with fan club events in Japan but I've never had it happen with Keiko before so this was super special. Also, during and even long after the pandemic, situations with close encounters like that were strictly avoided so I didn't really expect them to do a send-off. Seems like we have finally moved past those restrictions! BANZAI! Anyway, I literally froze in place when I saw Keiko standing there because I was scared to be the first one to be greeted by her. I waited a few seconds so a handful of people could walk out before me. This way I was able to observe what other fans were saying to her and how much time the staff allowed each person with Keiko. I know, it probably sounds ridiculous to you but this sort of stuff stresses me out immensely, I prefer to be at least a tiny bit prepared. I was probably the fifth person to walk outside and most people inside the dome were still putting on their clothes or picking up their stuff so there was not really a line behind me or any type of rush. When I got in front of Keiko, we both did the crazy waving thing again while I thanked her for everything. Then I told her that I am always supporting her from Vienna and she was like, "wow, Vienna, so cool!" At that point it would have probably been my turn to step away since I could tell that the staff member next to Keiko was getting antsy and already preparing to ask me to continue walking. But I wanted to use the opportunity to briefly mention my undying love for the beret I had won during a previous fan club event. As you probably all know, this is my most-prized possession. It's a hat previously owned and frequently worn by Keiko herself, she signed it and even wrote my name on it before shipping it out to me. Being as obsessed with Kalafina fashion as I am, I really couldn't have asked for a better gift. Squeezing all those emotions into a single sentence or two was very hard but I tried my best. I had forgotten how to breathe at that point and my voice was getting super weird. I pointed at my hat and hoped that she would even remember that she had given it away. Then I all but squeaked out how grateful I was to win it and that I would treasure it all my life. She also pointed at it with clear recognition on her face (thank God or it would have been embarrassing XD) and told me with the brightest of smiles, "ah yes, yes, I know, that's amazing, I am so happy for you!" Needless to say, that almost killed me 💀I definitely ascended to another plane of existence that day. I didn't wanna push my luck any further so with a final wave I kept walking towards the reception area and thus ended my Keiko Planetarium experience. Even hours after the event, I was still reeling from everything that had happened.

My plane was supposed to leave bright and early the following morning so I did not stick around longer than necessary. I said my goodbyes to a couple of fellow fans and then took off. Some of them wanted to invite me to a small after-dinner-party but I just wouldn't have been able to deal with the stress on the eve of my departure.

All right, that's it, hopefully I didn't forget anything and I didn't bore you to death. Kudos to anyone who managed to make it to the end.

PS: I just wanna say that Keiko is the prettiest human being ever. Every time I see her up-close I'm reminded of her other-worldly beauty. Standing right next to her, it doesn't even feel like she is a real person because everything about her looks so smooth and polished, like someone put a filter on top of her XD

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Finally Free

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 4,085

Warnings - Jake reminisces on his shitty childhood, allusions to abuse, Jake briefly mentions death, angst and fluff

Summary - Jake surprises you with tickets to see one of your favourite singers in concert and finds a few of the songs more relatable than he anticipated

A/N - hey y'all it's ya girl coming at you with yet another part of the Hangman junior universe! this is a part I came up with and got way too in my own head and excited about so I just ran with it (sorry not sorry). most of the songs I mention in this fic can be found on this post here so please check them out if you have the chance! anyway, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

You had been a fan of Joshua Bassett since you first discovered him in the High School Musical series on Disney Plus. Jake had gotten used to hearing the occasional song of his on your playlist as you got ready for your day. So, when Jake found out that Joshua Bassett was going on a tour and would be making a stop in San Diego, he got online as soon as he could and bought tickets to the concert. He was only able to get two tickets to the concert, but Bradley reassured Jake that he’d find something to do with his day and it would do the two of you good to have a father-daughter day out.

When Jake told you he managed to bag tickets to the concert, he was fully convinced he had never been trapped in a tighter hug than he had at that moment. You thanked him over and over again excitedly as Jake hugged you tight. You were so grateful for your dad taking time out of his day to buy you tickets to see your favourite singer live.

When the day of the concert came around, you were bouncing off the walls. You had played Joshua Bassett’s music as you got ready for the day. Jake made breakfast downstairs as you got ready, and he couldn’t help but grin as he heard you singing along.

“Sounds like I’m not missing out on this concert. I’m getting my own private performance.” Bradley says with a smile as he presses a kiss to Jake’s cheek before squeezing past to make himself and Jake a coffee. Jake chuckles as Bradley pours out the coffee and Jake begins plating up breakfast just as you come downstairs.

“Excited by any chance, kiddo?” Jake teases as you enter the kitchen, immediately grinning awkwardly at his words.

“Maybe a little.” You say sheepishly, taking the plate Jake holds out towards you and thanking him with a smile before heading to the kitchen table to sit down and eat your breakfast as the two men sit down and join you.

“I’m thinking we go to town for lunch and then head to the venue. I know that people like to line up and wait before the show starts. You probably want a good spot, especially because you’re standing.” Jake says to you after a mouthful of food, making you look up at him in shock.

“Dad, you really don’t have to stand in line for hours just because you’re taking me to see one of my favourite singers.” You start, not wanting to make your dad do anything for your sake.

“y/n, I don’t mind. This concert is a big thing for you, so I want you to have the best possible time and if that means I have to stand in line for a few hours, so you have a good view then so be it. I can always go for a little walk or something if I need to.” Jake says with a smile, wanting you to know that you’re not forcing him to do anything.

“If you’re sure.” You mumble, picking up your glass of water and taking a sip.

“Oh, I’m sure kid.” Jake says, reaching out to ruffle your hair despite your protests. When you all finish breakfast, you gather up all the plates and put them in the dishwasher before heading into the living room to chill out before you leave the house. You chat with Bradley and your dad in the living room until it nears lunch time and Jake checks his watch, causing him to stand up.

“Come on y/n/n, let’s go.” Jake says, making both you and Bradley stand.

“Are you going to be okay, Bradley?” You ask, a small guilt creeping in at leaving Bradley alone for half the day.

“I’ll be fine, kid. Mav said he needed some help with some repairs and then after me and the other Daggers are heading to the Hard Deck.” Bradley says, bringing you into a quick hug before releasing you and letting you grab your bag and go with Jake. You climb into the passenger seat of your dad’s truck as he gets behind the wheel.

“Where do you want to go for lunch? Your pick.” Jake says as he starts up the engine and pulls out of the drive. You told your dad where you wanted to go for lunch as he nods with a smile, glancing at you briefly before returning his attention to the road. Jake drives until he finds a car park close to the venue and parks, turning off the engine before both of you climb out of the truck.

“Let’s get something to eat, kiddo.” Jake says with a grin, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as both of you begin the walk to the place you wanted to get food. When you arrive, you find somewhere to sit and look over the menus. Jake lets you order whatever you want, insisting you’ll need the energy for the concert. When you finish your food and drinks, Jake pays for the meal and then the two of you leave the restaurant and make your way to the venue. You find the end of the line and join it, being soon approached by someone with a sharpie who writes your number in line on the back of your and Jake’s hands. As they move away, you glance down at your hand, seeing a bold ‘89’ staring back at you while your dad had ‘88’ on the back of his hand.

“We made it in the top one hundred, I consider that a win in my book.” You say with a grin, looking up from your hand to where your dad was standing alongside you.

“It is impressive, isn’t it?” Jake chuckles as you nod. You find yourself talking to other people in the line while Jake texts Bradley and Coyote. As you wait in line, both you and Jake get given little hearts to hold up during one of the songs and you gush about the creativity as you admire the little heart in your hand.

The hours you are lined up outside fly by and before you know it, you were waiting the last few minutes for the doors to open. Jake pulls up the tickets on his phone while you prepare yourself to be inside.

“Okay, some quick stuff before we go in. I’ll hang back and you can go in the standing area, I’ll stand somewhere where you’d be able to find me easily. And if you’re in the standing area and people start to push and you feel unsafe, you get out of there immediately. I know you want to see this guy, but your safety is more important, okay? You get out and you find me.” Jake says, looking down at you, gauging your reaction.

“I will, dad.” You say, looking up at him before the line begins to move and the two of you are ushered into the venue where your tickets are scanned, and your bag is checked. As soon as you both make it through the security, you head into the venue, immediately locating the merchandise stand and treating yourself to a t-shirt and a hoodie that are put into your bag before you turn to your dad.

“Go on y/n/n, find yourself a spot. I’ll see you after the concert.” Jake says with a soft smile, giving you a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of your head before releasing you and letting you head into the standing area. Jake headed to the railing just in front of the bar and before the main standing area. He could see you excitedly taking in the stage and lights as he watched with a smile. Jake never got to go to concerts when he was younger, his parents thought they were a waste of time and money and even when he started to sneak around a lot more during his high school days, he never got to go to a concert and then almost the second he graduated, he became a father, so he never got the chance to attend a concert. In fact, this concert would be the first concert he ever attended in his life.

“Your kid drag you here too?” Jake is shaken out of his thoughts by a middle-aged man joining him at the railing, leaning against it.

“I wouldn’t say she dragged me. I got her the tickets as a surprise.” Jake says, glancing over at the man.

“Ah. My daughter was begging me for ages for these tickets. She’s been helping her mother and me a lot with the new baby, so I figured she earnt this.” The man says with a slight shrug before introducing himself as Mark and Jake introduces himself in return.

“y/n mentioned the concert once and I figured with everything that’s been going on recently, she earnt a fun night out.” Jake replies, thinking of everything that’s happened in recent months.

“What kind of stuff happened?” Mark asks, looking at Jake curiously.

“Just deployment stuff, the Navy’s been keeping me busy recently and I felt bad.” Jake was lying through his teeth. He hadn’t been deployed in ages, but he wasn’t about to spill all of his life drama to someone he had only just met.

“Ah, a Navy man. Thank you for your service. I wanted to join the Army when I was younger, but some football injuries meant I never passed my medical.” Mark chuckles, leaning against the railing and surveying the crowd in front of him.

“Sorry to hear that, man. But at least that injury saved you from working in the Army, now that’s a fate worse than death.” Jake chuckles, making Mark laugh and shake his head jokingly. The two men continue to chat as the auditorium fills up until the lights dim for the open act to come on stage. Jake didn’t know who the opening act was, but he thought her songs were good and she had a beautiful singing voice. He and Mark applauded her and exchanged an impressed look with each other as she walked off stage as the lights came up and music began playing over the speakers. Jake had completely lost sight of you in the crowd as it had filled up and he couldn’t help the nervousness that rose within him at the number of people that were surrounding you. He knew you were more than likely okay, and that you’d get out of the crowd if it was too much, but he couldn’t stop his dad mode from going crazy knowing you were in the crowd somewhere. Jake dug his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the large crowd and sent it to Bradley, typing out a message to go along with it.

‘Our kid is in there somewhere.’

He hits send on the message and shoves his phone back into his pocket, focusing his attention on the crowd as they chatted amongst each other and sang along to the songs that played on the speakers.

When ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ by One Direction came on, you and everyone who filled the venue started to sing along loudly to the whole song, dancing around as you sang along. When the song ended, the house lights dimmed once more and the auditorium erupted into cheers as the band began to step onto the stage, situating themselves in position with their instruments as the audience cheered. Soon, they began playing and Joshua Bassett came running onstage, singing the first song of many as you and the audience sang along loudly, a large smile covering your face as you watch one of your favourite singers sing his heart out to the audience, a smile on his face as he does so.

As Jake watches from the back, he couldn’t help but bob his head to the music, a small smile slipping onto his face as he watches Joshua Bassett hold the hands of some fans in the front rows, singing and smiling as he takes in the view of the packed auditorium. Jake enjoyed the first few songs, finding them upbeat and well-written. But when he watches the young singer cross to the piano for the second time, the song he plays evokes a different reaction than he was expecting. He listened carefully to every word that left the singer's mouth, realising more and more just how much he could relate to the song. When Joshua Bassett sang about being told by his father not to cry in front of his mother, Jake couldn’t help but think about how a similar situation had happened in his youth.

Jake was no older than five years old, he had made his way into his house with a large grin on his face and a paper in hand. He approached his parents and held the paper up for them proud to show off the drawing he had done of his family.

“What the fuck is this, Jacob?” His father had spat harshly as he held the paper in his hand, eyes squinted in disgust as he stared down at the picture.

“You should be focusing on your studies, not on silly things like drawing.” His mother scolded, both parents staring down at Jake disapprovingly before his dad ripped the paper in two, making tears well in the five-year-old’s eyes.

“Stop crying, boy. It’s time you grew up. But if you keep acting like this, I will give you something to cry about.” His father threatened, making Jake dart off upstairs into his bedroom to curl up under his duvet and hope his father didn’t come in search of him.

Jake shakes himself out of his thoughts so he could focus back on the concert, but it was like every lyric of this song was written about Jake’s life. He found it almost eerie that almost every word was written just for Jake. As he listened to the song, hearing lyrics about wanting to escape LA, Jake couldn’t help but think about how he longed to escape his hometown when he was younger. He put his whole heart and soul into his studies so he could ensure he got a spot in the Navy so he could get away from his family. When he found out Lauren had gotten pregnant, he immediately worried about being stuck in his hometown until he found a chance to move. He had figured Lauren wanted to stay put while he trained in the Naval Academy before she followed him around anywhere but since she left mere months before he was due to leave for the academy, Jake had to take you with him. But he didn’t regret it. He never would regret taking you and getting the hell out of Texas. When the song ended, Jake applauded as he blinked back the potential tears that could well in his eyes. The next songs that played Jake was able to enjoy more but when he listened to the lyrics of one of the songs, he realised that he could relate to and enjoy the song. He had been able to break away from the bad stuff from his childhood and be free at last. He didn’t need to worry about his past anymore because he had escaped it and was in a much better place than he was before.

The next few songs that played were mostly cutesy love songs, they had never been Jake’s scene, but he still appreciated the effort that went into making the music in the first place. After playing a song in amongst the audience, Joshua Bassett made his way back to the stage and sat himself on a stool as he told everyone a story about how he had almost died and how his mother had gotten to his side as quickly as she could. He talked about how in that whole situation, his mother had acted as his lifeline and how he wrote the song because of her. Jake noticed that as the song started, everyone in the audience was holding up the little hearts they had been given in the line and so dug his one out of his pocket and held it up. He continued to listen to the music until one lyric hit him like a ton of bricks.

“We hardly say I love you, ‘cause your parent’s parents never did.”

Jake could’ve sworn he stopped functioning entirely upon hearing that lyric. He started to think about you, somewhere out in that crowd. Did you relate to that lyric? Did you think Jake didn’t tell you he loved you enough? Jake knew his parents never told him they loved him, probably because their parents never did the same for them. But Jake had sworn that he would never let you feel unloved or unwanted at any point in your life and hearing this song made him second guess everything he ever did as your father. This time, when the tears came, Jake could do very little to prevent them and so let them roll down his cheeks freely until the song ended. He lowered the hand that held the heart up proudly and wiped his face with the other, blinking rapidly.

“You okay?” Mark asks, leaning close so Jake could hear him over the cheers of the crowd.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Jake reassured, continuing to wipe at his face until he was sure his face was clear of any tears. As he wiped the last of the tears away, he promised himself that he’d tell you he loved you more often. He never wanted you to feel like he didn’t love you. Jake had managed to compose himself enough as it was announced that Joshua Bassett would be singing a cover and he encouraged his audience to sing along, assuring them that they’d definitely know the words. As he begins to sing ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley, Jake felt a smile creep onto his face at the familiar song. He knew Bradley grew up loving Elvis songs, always telling Jake how the songs reminded him of his beloved parents. Jake pulled his phone out of his pocket and filmed the chorus, making sure to send the recording to Bradley for him to enjoy. Jake allowed himself to sing under his breath as this song played. Remembering how he and Bradley had danced to this song late at night in the kitchen.

The rest of the concert flew by, the audience getting treated to not one, but two covers and an unreleased song before the encore happened. When the concert had finished for real, and the audience began to file out of the venue, Jake straightened up, eyes immediately scouring the auditorium to find you. When he spotted you, he threw a hurried goodbye over his shoulder to Mark and rushed over to you.

“Hey, y/n/n.” Jake greets as he wraps his arm around your shoulders securely to protect you from the jostling and shoving of other audience members. It was taking Jake everything within him to not swear at people who shoved at both you and him in your attempt to leave the venue.

“You okay? You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Jake asks once you reach his truck in the car park, holding you by the shoulders and checking you over carefully as if an injury would leap out of nowhere if he looked hard enough.

“Dad, I’m okay. No injuries here. Well apart from a sore throat.” You say with a laugh as you reassure your dad that you didn’t sustain any injuries during your time at the concert.

“Alright, hop in and let’s head home.” Jake says with a soft smile as he unlocks the truck, rounding the truck to get behind the wheel as you climb in the passenger seat and plug your seatbelt in.

“Did you have a good night?” Jake asks over the gentle rumbling of the engine, seeing you practically curled up in the seat beside him, exhaustion clearly setting in fast.

“The best night. Thank you, dad.” You mumble, looking over at your dad with a tired grin as you attempted to curl up further in the seat. The rest of the drive back was silent, only filled with the rumbling of the engine and the radio playing quietly in the background. Jake soon pulled into the driveway and both you and him got out of the truck and headed up to the house. Bradley had left the outside light on as well as the upstairs and downstairs hall lights on. You and Jake ease your shoes off and make your way upstairs after turning off the outside light and the downstairs hall light. You make your way into your room while Jake heads into his and Bradley’s room. Bradley had left the small lamp on Jake’s bedside table on to save Jake from fumbling around in the dark and Jake took a moment to drink in the sight of his husband sleeping peacefully. He admired the way he was curled up underneath the duvet and how soft puffs of air escaped his lips every so often. Jake got changed into a pair of sweatpants and shed his top before heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth. As Jake re-entered the hallway, he made his way to your bedroom door, knocking quietly and asking if he could come in, only entering when he got permission. He heard the faint sounds of the concert coming from your phone as you smiled at him from where you were lying in your bed.

“Watching videos back already? It’s not even been an hour.” Jake chuckles as he makes his way over to you, perching on the edge of your bed.

“Just missing it already.” You shrug unapologetically, shuffling towards your dad as he opens an arm for you to cuddle into him. You spend a moment in your dad’s embrace, savouring the silence before he speaks up.

“You know how much I love you, right? Because if I don’t say it enough, I’m certainly going to make an effort now. I love you so much y/n. You’ve been one of the best things in my life. Don’t ever forget how much I love you, okay?” Jake says, looking down at you as your face softens, making you curl into him further.

“I love you too dad. So, so much. I don’t say it enough either, but I really do love you.” You say, your smile growing as Jake presses a kiss to the top of your head. The comforting silence returns once more as you lie in his embrace. But the moment Jake hears you yawn, he detangles you from his arms and settles you back down on your bed.

“I’ll let you get some sleep. I love you, sweetheart.” Jake says, pressing one last kiss to your forehead as he crosses to your bedroom door, opening it.

“I love you too, dad.” You say sleepily as Jake smiles back at you before leaving your room to let you switch your lamp off and go to bed. Jake returns to his bedroom, climbing into bed alongside Bradley and switching the lamp off before hugging Bradley from behind.

“Did you have a good night?” Bradley’s tired mumble cuts through the silence as Jake presses a kiss to Bradley’s shoulder.

“A great night. Sorry for waking you, go back to sleep.” Jake whispers as Bradley rolls over so the two men are facing each other.

“I’m going to have a much easier time going to sleep now than I did an hour ago.” Bradley chuckles quietly as he tugs Jake into his side, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before allowing his eyes to slip shut. Jake waits patiently until he hears Bradley’s deep and even breaths before he allows his own tired eyes to close.

“Sleep well, Bradley. I love you.” He whispers against his husband’s chest as sleep begins to take him in its hold. Jake hadn’t anticipated the concert to bring as many revelations to him as it did, but he did now know that he had one of the best lives out there. And it was all because of his loving family. Because of them, he was finally free from his past.

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pix3lplays · 10 months

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literally obsessed with the idol reader one. how about all that was in the teen idol one (i believe was blade welt gepard and luocha??) seeing their s/o perform again after not performing for a while and seeing how good their voice is without autotune and stuff? dont write if u dont wanna! have a good day!

Why not!? Let’s do it >:)

-Honkai star rail men with fem!idol!reader performing after a long time-

Blade: Blade isn’t much of a concert guy, but he’ll attend if it’s for you. And he’s glad he did. You really are amazing, singing your heart out for the crowd, getting so into the music…you really belong out there, and he hopes you’ll continue performing, since you clearly love it so much.

Welt Yang: Imagine how sweet it is when he gathers the Astral Express crew and buys them each a ticket to your performance. And you sound so amazing! Definitely worth it. He’s very supportive of you before and after your performance, telling you what an excellent job you did, and how it may be worth it for you to get back into performing.

Gepard Landau: is secretly so excited to see you perform. He acts calm and quiet the whole time, but inside he’s so so ecstatic that you’re performing again. You look amazing, you sound amazing, he’s so glad he was able to get some time off work to attend your concert.

Luocha: Luocha never got to see you perform when you were younger, so he’s pretty happy you’ve decided to perform again. You look so happy up on stage, singing your heart out…he’s so grateful for this opportunity to see you perform, and see you so excited and having so much fun.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #my writing #Blade #Blade x reader #Hsr Blade x reader #honkai star rail Blade x reader #Welt Yang #Welt Yang x reader #Hsr Welt Yang x reader #honkai star rail Welt Yang x reader #Gepard Landau #Gepard Landau x reader #Hsr Gepard x reader #honkai star rail Gepard x reader #Luocha #Luocha x reader #Hsr Luocha x reader #honkai star rail Luocha x reader

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argumentl · 8 months

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Nouteikarano 2 exhibition - brief report

I had a ticket for the first session of the last day of the exhibition! I arrived outside the gallery with about 10 mins to spare, very sweaty from the walk, but nevermind 😅 It seems like there were 10 spots per session for the Osaka run, and about 6 or 7 people were waiting there, including me.

Fujieda came outside at 11am and called each person in by their ticket number. I was number 5! He touched my phone screen to swipe my ticket, and yes, that was an event for me! 😂

Next I went upstairs to the 2nd floor, where Takabayashi was waiting, and he handed me the paper ticket for the event. This was the first time for me to actually talk to both managers in person, so I was quite happy about that 😄

After this I was in the exhibition space. No photos were allowed at all this time unfortunately, it was quite a small room.

I think the biggest difference from Tokyo is probably just that there was no space for the personal items display in this small room (and obviously no live painting). However, I did actually see 2 or 3 of those personal items hiding behind a kind of ridge at the top of the ceiling. I cant think of any reason why he would hide them there other than to see who was eagle-eyed enough to spot them!😅

There was also some footage being projected on part of the wall, which was showing Kaoru in his art studio/apartment wearing a winter down jacket while painting.

His bgm was playing in the background too.

As for the art itself, it was an experience seeing all the pieces up close in reality. I had seen a few of them at Tora no ana, but there was stilll plenty which was new to me. One piece in particular made me well up! (Here I can't really say much else, I'm planning to send my detailed thoughts about the art and the atmosphere to TTD)

His Hanshin × Dir happi coat was also on display on a mannequin, and didn't even have any 'no touching' signs with it! I was so tempted to just feel the sleeve at least or something, but out of respect I didn't touch it.

Of course, I spent the full hour in this tiny room looking at each piece over and over.

A few people left after about ten mins, but some stayed the whole hour like me. I heard one woman telling the merch guy why she liked Kaoru so much. She was saying, "Its his sexy eyes, I love them!....I mean, his guitar playing is good too though", which made me laugh to myself a bit 😂

As for merch I only bought the pamphlet, which is the only thing I really wanted to buy anyway. Initially, I wanted an acrylic stand too, but they are 12 types sold at random, so I decided against that in the end.

Anyway, the pamphlet is wonderful, so I highly recommend getting it if it goes on GBS afterwards.

One interesting thing I noticed since going to Kaoru's events is that a lot of his fans look as if they are a similar age to me or older. I do tend to feel like a bit of an old woman within the online fandom sometimes, so this is actually quite heartwarming to see 😄

Overall though, I can say it was a moving and fullfilling experience, and Im so grateful I was able to go!

#薫 #dir en grey #nouteikarano2

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I would like to request about marvel cast x singer ari! Reader headcanon, please

Marvel cast x singer like Ariana Grande headcannons:

•Mackie would challenge sing-offs

•Sebastian would have a new karaoke buddy, it wouldn’t be every time in consideration of his confidence, but I’m sure you would help boost it.

•Evans would love a new car karaoke buddy, and you would definitely be it.

-He’d hype you up on high notes and try to mimic it once you leave the vehicle.

•Scarlett would love to have you join in on a live stream where she occasionally sings some of her old songs.

-She even sneaks a peek at you singing one of her newer ones when in the wardrobe trailer (who knows?)

•Ruffalo would be astounded, the kind and warm soul he is.

•Renner could never be jealous of your talents, but he understands his daughter’s appreciation for them and he wonders how you’d sing with his lyrics.

•Hemworth is not one to carry a tune, but you make him wish he could.

•Downey’s easy at boosting ego, but he’s kind with his compliments as ‘my daughter wishes you’d sing her to sleep too often for my heart, I don’t blame her though’ when you were too nervous to sing on camera per directors request for a scene.

•The Benedicts love dancing to your voice, they enjoy using your hums to get into character when the wifi is iffy or their music just gets repetitive for them.

•Paul Rudd is probably your biggest fan of all the cast members, but who can blame him when you have a vocal range as vast as the streaming options for film requests in the screening room?

•Brie Larson is one h*ll of a singer herself, but she appreciates your join-in when you’re over at hers for a house day or getting ready in the makeup trailer.

•Colbie Smulders? She’s a lover when it comes to your music, I’ve never heard so many pop songs come from her car (even before you joined the cast).

•The Toms? Their music taste is one of the most intriguing parts about them, but Holland can’t help himself with your classics and Hiddleston squeals when he hears your voice-whether it’s from a recording or live.

•Lizzie Olsen is not one to back away from some things and your joyous vocals are one of them, she can’t help herself when the light and airy tone of yours wafts in her surroundings.

•The directors easily get irritated by the interruptions on set by you breaking into song when something goes wrong, but why not break out or character completely when something goes awry?

•The crew is grateful they can hear you sing w/o having to buy tickets though they wonder if Corden will ever be able to get you on Carpool Karaoke if he can.

Honorable Mentions:

•Daniel Brühl is one heck of an Ari fan if I’ve ever heard one, but he beams when he thinks if you’re about to sing.

•Florence Pugh is always ready to listen to your music, but her expectations are always lifted when your voice starts.

•Emily Vancamp has broken character too many times if she hears you from afar, but it just makes her smile and she can’t help it.

•Hayley Atwell is not one to sing often, but her light voice carries and for it to mix with yours just makes her beam and get into it farther.

•Chadwick was only in a movie or so with you, but he was no stranger to your vocals even before he met you.

-He and Letitia had their fair-share of lip-synch battles to your songs, but neither of them have ever been willing to admit it.

•Xochitl has filmed one too many videos of her dancing to your music, but her moves and your lyrics are a Marvel-made match that won’t be beat (even by Florence and Toby sometimes, sorry Florrie).

•Hailee Steinfeld is just waiting for the day she can meet you on set and ask for a collab because your voices together won’t be beat (I see you collab of Stitches from years ago).

#marvel cast x teen!reader

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soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya + darling who's a famous pro hero

TITLE: " SHE WANT ME FR " — navi.

NOTES: literally ascended into the air mid sleep cycle to write this and it's kinda different than what i usually write so forgive me i'm feeling a little silly goofy rn ,, nsfw below the cut!! idk why this keeps not showing up in tags :( so frustrating, i reposted like three times already man edit: works now lol

PAIRING: soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya x pro hero!reader

GENRE/AU: izuku is quirkless and works a boring office job, rookie pro hero!reader, izuku is a pervert + woman hater + literally delusional smh

CHARACTERS: izuku midoriya (20), reader (19)

imagine incel!izuku who's obsessed with you, a promising new pro hero just barely debuting into the infancy of her career.

incel!izuku who, at first, isn't interested. you're another female pro hero, so what? he's rather partial to it; you're only really getting attention because you're a female. once everyone sees past the pretty face and nice thighs, you'll be irrelevant.

incel!izuku who falls in love after seeing one leaked picture of you pre-pro hero era, where you're makeup-less with messy hair and in pajamas. having been uploaded to one of the deep web forums he frequents, he expected an overwhelming amount of hate but, instead, everyone thinks you're even more attractive. izuku stares at the picture long and hard—actually, maybe he's beginning to see what they mean. he bookmarks it and revisits it often.

a few days later, it's his new lock screen.

incel!izuku who keeps a journal full of all the information he's gathered on you so far; from height and weight to your favorite food and color. he watches all your interviews and jots down the timestamps in which you do something cute—not that he doesn't just rewatch the whole thing later, anyway. he'll vehemently deny being a fan of yours because oh, you're not that cool, but at least you're cute! he can't possibly let people know how far into the rabbit hole he is, not a chance.

incel!izuku who begins scouring the internet, looking for erotica content about you to consume. sometimes he'll even write his own, pouring out his fetishized fantasies onto the notes app of his phone. how he'll tie you up and have his way with you—whether you want it or not—because a woman should always take responsibility for being so carelessly screwable!

he totally jacks off in a bathroom stall during break at work because he gets so turned on while scrolling through your pictures when he's supposed to be filing papers. he'll sigh in relief when he finishes all over his phone screen, which displays a picture of your face, before cleaning up his mess.

truthfully, izuku knows his growing obsession with you is unhealthy. but, but, he was the same with all might when he was a kid—there's no harm in looking up to a pro hero, is there? besides, you're a woman, so it's only natural your slutty, skin-tight pro hero outfits would give him such raging hard-ons when he doesn't want them to! aren't you ashamed of yourself, walking around in such tasteless outfits? if you were his wife, he'd never let you leave the house. ever.

incel!izuku who's such an avid fan that he collects everything that's you-themed. he buys all your limited edition merch: shirts, posters, trading cards, cups, body pillows. you don't even want to know how many he's had to replace from cutting holes in them and pretending they're you when he's horny. a huge portion of his salary now goes to catering his embarrassing addiction to you. you should be grateful for having such a loyal, loving fan, no?

as if reading his thoughts, your management team announces that you'll be having a fan meet-up. izuku is so ecstatic that he's among the first people to pre-order tickets the second they're released. he dreams about shaking your hand or even giving you a hug, and how your soft your body will feel against his. he can't wait to touch you and just be near you; he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

when the meet-up day rolls around, izuku queues up in the line and waits his turn to meet you. he's almost trembling by the time he reaches the table where you're sitting, smiling so adorably at the little kid that's rambling to you excitedly. the sight is precious—he wants that to be his kid one day.

a few minutes later, it's his turn. izuku walks up to the table, stiff as a board, and crouches down so he's eye-level with you. he's blushing intensely and your eye contact with him is making him feel so hot. you smile at him, and he begins to feel a touch light-headed.

"hi! thanks for coming," you reach out for a handshake. "so sorry the line's so long, we didn't expect so many people to come out!"

izuku can hardly speak. unsure of what to say, he simply nods and shakily reaches out to grab your hand, the anticipation almost sending him over the edge. and when your hands do finally intertwine, he immediately and unexpectedly gets a boner. a euphoric feeling runs through his body like lightning, striking his heart as if an arrow. seeing you in person is so much better than the pictures.

as you go to pull away, you can't. his grip is so tight that you literally have to wrench your hand away. he's staring at you with such a concentrated focus that you're not sure he's blinked even once since he came up to you. you're a bit weirded out now, so you try to end the meeting quickly.

"ah, well, uhm, what's your name?" you ask hesitantly, popping the cap off your marker so you can sign a poster for him.

did you just ask for his name? his name?

"i-it's i-i-izuku midoriya!" it comes out of his mouth in a shrill tone and it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you.

"i-zu-ku... mi-do-ri-ya..." you repeat his name slowly as you sign both his name and your signature at the bottom of the poster.

each person gets five minutes with you. izuku doesn't say much. it's completely awkward for you when your questions go unanswered and you're instead being stared through with those jade green eyes of his. when five minutes is up, you wave goodbye and blow a complimentary kiss, as it's apart of your trademark. you literally couldn't wait for it to be over.

izuku doesn't take his eyes off of you until he's escorted out of the room by the staff. his heart is beating out of his chest right now; did that even really happen? did he actually touch you? it sinks in slowly but surely. he did! he touched you! your hand was so soft and fit so perfectly in his. like it was meant to be. and the way you looked at him? he resists the urge to palm himself through his jeans.

you're such a sweetheart, too. not like other low IQ women who just ignore him when he's trying to be nice to them; come on, you even asked for his name! you really are different from the rest. not to mention how good you smelled, it's a sure sign you know how to take care of yourself. he'll have to find out what perfume you use so he can spray it on his body pillows.

he just can't wait to go home and brag about it all on his online forums and the fan sites he's recently joined!

but first, the tightness in his pants is increasing to crazy levels of uncomfortable. he excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of it, still giddy from the fact he had just been face-to-face with you mere moments ago. as he unzips his pants and begins almost violently rubbing one out, he stares intently at the poster you had given him with bated breath and a gaze ripe with lust.

that's right, incel!izuku uses the hand you shook to jack off, just to cum all over the poster that you gave him. he's literally drooling as his fist is rocketing along his sensitive length, milking himself for all he's worth. shuddering in pleasure from his orgasm, he smiles dazedly at the poster of your face now slick and sticky with his semen.

what a bad girl, making him go to such lengths! making him so horny and needy with your alluring eyes and adorable smile! how dare you steal his heart and walk around looking the way you do, knowing he can't have you the way he wants. what a whore. you should be the one getting him off and making him feel good!

it's all your fault, darling. don't blame him when he breaks into your house while you're sleeping next.

#he's literally so ooc #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere mha #my hero academia x reader

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sequinsmile-x · 5 months

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Waiting Room - Chapter 1

Everything had changed so quickly, her life torn out from under her in a matter of seconds, the trajectory of what it would look like going forward permanently altered.

Emily's life changes forever when her parents are killed. Aaron just needs a job after his marriage breaks down and he answers an ad for a private security guard. If only the young woman he'd been hired to look after wasn't entirely resistant to his presence.

A Young Hotchniss AU

-x-

Hi friends!!

This weekend makes it 3 years since I started writing for Hotchniss!! In that time I've written just shy of 1.8 million words and over 270 fics for our favourite idiots.

I love this little community and I am endlessly grateful for all of you. I write because it's an escape for me and because it is a hobby I treasure. Feedback and interaction on my fics mean the absolute world to me and never fail to make me smile, so I am endlessly grateful every time you all do that.

This fic is for you and a celebration of the last few years. A little Young Hotchniss AU to mark the occasion! All four chapters will be posted over the next week.

Love you all very much <3

-x-

Warnings: Full list of warnings on the Master List

Words: 3.6k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Tick.

The clock on the wall was loud, the only sound she would allow herself to hear, the repetitive noise drowning out everything else around her. The bustle of the police station outside of the room she’d been herded into by a kind but overworked detective fading out into nothing.

Tock.

She picks at the cuticles on her thumb, a habit her mother had always chastised her for, and every time her gaze drifts down to her hands she immediately looks back up, her eyes fixed on the wall ahead of her so she doesn’t have to see blood that isn’t even hers staining her skin. She’d washed her hands as soon as she was brought here, rubbed her skin almost raw, but it hadn’t been enough. Dried blood in the cracks of her knuckles and embedded around her nails almost tattooed to her skin.

Tick.

Everything had changed so quickly, her life torn out from under her in a matter of seconds, the trajectory of what it would look like going forward permanently altered.

They were only supposed to be going to a concert, a performance of her favourite sci-fi movie with a live orchestra, an event her father had his assistant buy tickets for as a 21st birthday present for her.

Tock

The door opens and she jumps, her shoulders tense as she looks up, the same detective who had brought her here and her kind smile in the doorway.

“Miss Prentiss, your ride home is here.”

She chuckles internally, the idea of home never something she’d been able to settle into, but she feels some semblance of relief when Dave walks through the door, his face serious, as he steps towards her. He was her father’s best friend, his confidant. An uncle of sorts to her who also happened to manage her parent's estate. He’d always been kind to her, more of a parent than either of hers had ever truly been.

And now he was the only one she had left

“Emily,” he says, kneeling down so he’s in her eye line, the kindness in his eyes almost too much for her to bear, “What happened?”

“They’re dead,” she replies, her voice ragged, torn open by grief and shock and a thousand other things they can’t name, “Both of them…they’re dead.”

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Four Years Later

Sometimes it felt like she was still in the waiting room.

She could still feel the blood on her hands, could see it drying around her nails, dark red and cracked against her pale skin as the clock ticked on the wall.

She could see the look on Dave’s face as she told him her parents were dead, a sadness in his eyes that she thinks had never quite faded in the years since. He did his best to hide it from her, he still did now, but she could see it when he thought she wasn’t looking or when she did something that reminded him of either of her parents.

Of all the many people who had been in her parent's lives, all the people who had been at their funeral and offered her help in whatever way she needed, Dave was the only one who had stuck around. He’d always genuinely cared about her, always been a pseudo uncle of sorts, his initial job as her father’s lawyer a gateway to a friendship that had lasted until that fateful day, and she was grateful she had him, even if she sometimes felt like she was nothing but a reminder of the friends he had lost.

Her life felt like it had stopped that day. The sudden loss of her parents, her grief about losing them as complicated as her relationship with them had been, had sent her in a direction she’d never expected.

She’d never known what she wanted to do with her life, her directionlessness as vicious and overwhelming as her desire to defy expectations, to be more than what her mother had wanted from her. Any vague ideas she may have had about going into law enforcement, the idea of a Prentiss in the FBI something that had always made her father chuckle and her mother roll her eyes, thrown away in a matter of seconds.

She still heard the gunshots if she thought about it for too long, still heard the blood in her mother’s lungs as she tried to suck in her final breaths.

The men who’d killed her parents, for nothing more than disagreeing with their political alignments, had killed her future too. Leaving her living in a house, days passed by as she waited for her life to start again, to feel like she could live her life again, so she could live as a 25-year-old woman should be able to live.

She was still in danger. A thought that felt absurd to her, but something that Dave took seriously. She’d seen the shooter, had memories of icy blue eyes when she dreamt about that night, but he’d never been caught. He’d disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared, taking her sense of safety with him. At first, the police had taken it seriously, had provided protection she’d resisted, but as time went on it all went away, assurances that she would be fine passed on as if she still didn’t remember the cold November ground beneath her as she kneeled next to her parents, staring down the barrel of a gun.

She believed them for a while. Allowed herself to try to move forward, to piece her life back together.

Then the flowers started to appear. Seemingly random at first, almost accidental in the way they were left on her doorstep. It soon became clear it was purposeful, that it was a message of some kind. A reminder that while she might as well still be in that alley, she was still in as much danger as she had been then.

She rolls her neck as she parks her car on the driveway, yawning as she steps out onto the gravel. It had been a long day, her bag heavy as she hung it over her shoulder, weighed down by books and her laptop. She’d gone to the library to study for once, needing to get out of the house, away from the ghosts that always seemed just around the corner.

She pauses as she gets to the porch, frozen in place as her eyes drift to the doormat and the familiar purple flower lying on it, bright and taunting as it stands out against the dark woven material of the mat. She purses her lips together as she sighs, blowing out a steady breath as she briefly closes her eyes. She steps forward and leans down to pick it up and then she stands back up, unlocking the door and heading inside quickly, she slams the door shut behind her.

She holds the flower tightly in her palm. She looks down at her fist and uncurls it, her eyes fixed on the now crumbled petals, the flower’s beauty not diminished by its damage.

“Damn it,” she breathes out, shaking her head as she places the flower down on the side table. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials a familiar number, her thumbnail in between her teeth as she waits for the call to go through.

“Hi Bella,” Dave says as he answers, his voice relaxed. She can picture him sitting at his desk, ignoring the paperwork he never enjoyed. She sometimes wondered why he didn’t retire, why he insisted on working even though he didn’t need to, but she knew it was because it gave him something to do. It filled his days with the ability to think about anything other than the fact he was lonely.

It was something she’d never quite been able to find herself. The empty house that she’d always resented was now her prison of sorts, cold rooms and hallways that she felt trapped in, haunted by everything that had happened there and everything that never had.

“Hi,” she replies, breathing out a slow breath before she carries on, “It happened again.”

She doesn’t need to explain any further, doesn’t need to say what has happened. This is something they’d spoken about several times throughout the years. A pattern they couldn’t escape, doomed to repeat itself until the people who were doing this, the man who was after her, would finally leave her alone.

She can hear him moving on the phone, his voice already tighter, more tense as he replies.

“I’m on my way.”

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Aaron exhales slowly as he pulls up to the house, his eyebrows furrowing as he double-checks the address he’d been given to make sure he is in the right place. The house is huge, closer to what he’d call a mansion than anything else. He stops his car and gets out of it, his hands on his hips as he looks at the house again, the place he’d be living and working for the foreseeable future.

He’d taken the job out of necessity. The breakdown in his marriage the year before, the official signing of divorce papers a few months ago ending his relationship with Haley, the person he once thought he’d spend his life with, leaving him without direction, and without somewhere to live. It was something he never thought he’d have to deal with, let alone when he had only just turned 30, but life had rarely been kind to him.

He looks down at the blank spot on his ring finger, the band of skin that is still slightly paler than the rest of his hand, and he sighs, shaking his head at himself as he steps towards the house, ready to meet his new employer.

He gives himself a moment before he rings the bell, straightening his back and shoulders as the door opens, opening to reveal a man on the other side, a smile on his face as he reaches out his hand.

“Aaron Hotchner?” He asks, his smile widening slightly as Aaron nods and shakes his hand, “I’m David Rossi, thank you for agreeing to start so quickly,” he says, and Aaron nods as he’s led into the house, looking around, the grandness of the house taking him aback as he steps in, “So, what has an ex-FBI agent doing private security?”

Aaron turns to look at him, “My ex-wife wanted me home more, I left the FBI to try to save our marriage. Clearly, it didn’t work.”

Dave nods knowingly, “I have 3 ex-wives, so I understand that better than most,” he says, patting Aaron on his shoulder as he leads him into the house, “I’ll show you to your room in a little while but I’ll introduce you to Emily first,” he squeezes Aaron’s shoulder once before he lets go, his hand falling to his side, “Brace yourself.”

Before Aaron has a chance to realise what that means, Dave pushes the door to what turns out to be the home library open. He pauses as he walks into the room, struck by the beauty of the woman sitting in a large chair in the corner. She had her dark hair piled on top of her head, effortlessly beautiful in a way he knew was rare. She looks up at them, her dark brown eyes pulled away from her book as she frowns at the two men who had disturbed her, mistrust flashing through them as she puts her book down, her arms crossed as she stands up.

“Dave,” she says, looking back and forth between him and Aaron, “Who is this?”

Dave sighs as if preparing himself for something, “Aaron, this is Emily,” he says before turning to her, “Emily, this is Aaron Hotchner. He’s your new security guard.”

There’s a beat of silence, heavy and thick as it hangs in the air, and Aaron watches as Emily tries to hide her irritation but fails, the tightness in her sharp jaw immediately giving her away.

“I don’t need a security guard,” she seethes, stepping closer to Dave with her arms across her chest. She pointedly ignores that Aaron is still in the room just a few paces away from them, “I’m fine.”

“Emily, we got a threat on your life.”

“It was a freesia, it’s hardly a ransom note,” she says, sounding more sure than she felt.

It had been a battle between them for years. Dave would hire the security via her parent's estate, and as the sole heir and beneficiary, she’d have control over it. She’d either be purposefully unreasonable until the guards quit, or would straight out just fire them, her insistence that she was fine, that she could look after herself, something she would repeat each time.

“We both know it isn’t just a flower,” Dave replies, his eyebrow raised at her in defiance. She rolls her eyes, her hands tight around her arms.

“I don’t need a security guard,” she repeats, her words pushed out through her teeth. This time she does turn to look at Aaron, “You’re fired.”

“You can’t fire him,” Dave replies, raising his eyebrow, a smug smirk on his face that tells her she has, for once, outsmarted her, “I’m paying him, so he works for me, not you,” he looks at Aaron and, despite the circumstances, gets a bit of a kick out of the expression on his face. Emily always had a way of making an impression on everyone she met, and this seemed to be no different. “You’re not fired.”

They fall into a silent stand-off, the air thick with awkwardness and Emily’s anger. She finally rolls her eyes and turns around stalking out of the room and not saying anything else. Dave smiles as he watches her leave and turns to Aaron, his smile turning into a smirk as he looks at the frown on the other man's face, the edge of concern sneaking into its edges.

“You’ll grow on her,” Dave says, turning serious as Aaron looks at him, “She’s been through a lot,” he says, a flash of protectiveness for Emily burning him from the inside out, “She’s very guarded.”

“That’s understandable,” Aaron replies, swallowing thickly as he looks at the door Emily had stormed out of. He was wary about being here to protect someone who clearly didn’t want him around, but he needed the job. It came with a place to live and a level of financial stability he thought was impossible after his divorce. He’d let Haley have the house, his guilt about the breakdown of their relationship leading him not to fight for it. He had no choice but to make this work. “It will be fine.”

Dave smiles, his gaze flicking between Aaron’s face and the door Emily had left through, “I have a feeling it will.” ___

It’s awkward.

She purposely avoids him, using tactics she’d learnt at a young age when she would evade her parents at parties she was forced to go to. She’d sneak around, always a few steps ahead of them. Sometimes she missed it. There were days when she would give anything to go to a party she’d hate every second of, a part of her life she never thought she’d find herself yearning for.

It works for a day or two until she bumps into him in the kitchen, both of them seeking out a late-night drink before they head to bed.

“Agent Hotchner,” she says, smiling tightly at him before she goes back to getting out the scotch, averting her gaze to look anywhere but at him.

“Miss Prentiss,” he replies, watching her like she was a caged animal, not wanting to spook her. It feels tense as she actively ignores him, “You can call me Aaron you know, since I’m not an agent anymore. I just wanted to apologise.”

She still doesn’t look up as she replies, “About what?” She asks, purposely ignoring everything else he’d said.

“I…had no idea you didn’t know I’d be coming here,” he says, stepping further into the kitchen, “I didn’t mean to blind-sight you.”

She looks up at him and her eyes meet his. She’d been raised in an environment where everyone lied to each other all the time. Insults dressed as pleasantries as people went about their days, never saying what they really meant to say. It meant she was excellent at spotting a lie, a human polygraph machine of sorts. She sees nothing but honesty on his face and she immediately feels herself feel a little less irritated at him.

“Well,” she says, smiling tightly at him as she looks down at her hands, “That’s pretty typical of Dave. You’re here because of a flower, so I hope you’re not expecting too much action.”

He smiles, something about her sense of humour getting to him, sneaking under his skin and making him feel relaxed for the first time in days.

“Why freesias?” He asks, looking at her curiously. She sighs as she momentarily pauses, placing her glass of scotch down on the counter.

“They were my mother’s favourite flower,” she says, clearing her throat. Her chest feels hollowed out as it always did when she thought about her parents, her grief as complex as her relationship with them had been, “My dad always bought them for her birthday,” she chuckles as she shakes her head, picking up the bottle of scotch and pouring herself some more. She hesitates for a second before she grabs another glass from the bar and pours him some too, “Well he always had his assistant to buy them for her. We had purple freesias at the funeral,” she presses her lips together tightly as she sits down, shrugging nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t talking about something that had permanently shifted the trajectory of her life, “The first one was delivered here a few days later. It’s happened every few months ever since. The police think it’s the killer's way of reminding me they are out there.”

He watches as she sits down and joins her, reaching for the scotch she’d poured for him. “Did you never think about going somewhere else?”

She shrugs, “It happened in Paris too,” she says, shaking her head, “I went to my parent's house there…my house there,” she corrects herself, “The flowers were left there too.”

“Paris?”

She nods, “Yeah I like it there. We spent a lot of time there when I was young, French was the first language I learnt.”

“The first?”

“Can you do anything other than ask questions?” She asks, smiling at him, “I speak six languages,” she chuckles when he almost chokes on his scotch, “Seven if you count English.”

“The doctorate in linguistics is starting to make more sense,” he says, clearing his throat to clear the last bit of scotch stitch in the back of it, “So you speak all those languages fluently?”

She nods, “I do,” she smirks at him, looking him up and down, the scotch thrumming under her skin allowing her to let herself appreciate him, the way his muscles shift under his skin, “Tu as de la chance d'être séduisante, sinon je te jetterais dehors.”

He smiles at her, “Impressive.”

She smiles, her cheeks turning pink in a way she doesn’t understand as she sips her scotch, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “It’s important you trust me,” he says, “Since I’m here to protect you.”

She nods and laughs bitterly, “I wish I could protect myself,” she mutters, sipping more of her scotch, “It would make me feel a hell of a lot safer.” She feels like she’s said too much, the revelation feeling like more than anything she’d told him about her mother, “I’m going to take this to bed,” she says as she stands, her drink grasped in her hand.

He smiles kindly at her. He knew from the very limited time they spent together that she was guarded, that any perceived rudeness was an attempt to protect herself in any way she could.

“Of course,” he says, “Goodnight, Miss Prentiss.”

She pauses in the doorway and looks back at him, “You may as well call me Emily,” she says, a smile flicking across her face, “Since we’re essentially roommates.

He nods, “Okay, goodnight, Emily.”

She smiles, “Goodnight, Aaron.”

He watches as she turns to leave and feels emboldened, warmed by the scotch he was drinking and unable to help himself as he admires the curve of her neck, the contrast of her dark hair against her pale skin. Something about her was drawing him in, briefly making him forget that he was here to do a job.

“Emily?”

She turns to look at him, her smile a mix of curiosity and irritation as she raises an eyebrow at him, “Yes?”

“J'ai étudié le français à l'université. C'était ma matière secondaire.”

Her eyes go wide for a moment before she can stop herself from reacting, and she clears her throat, “Oh, well, that’s good to know,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him, “I’ll have to make sure I pick another language to talk about you when you’re around,” she presses her lips together to stop herself from smiling, “Goodnight.”

He watches her leave, letting her go this time, the sound of her receding footsteps the only other sound in the house.

“Goodnight, Emily.”

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wyn-n-tonic · 4 months

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Not to get too sappy on main but for all the curveballs that life threw at me in the last year, 2023 was a really good one for me in so many aspects.

On New Year's Day last year, I probably should've been in the hospital. The only reason my doctor did not 302 me was because I didn't have anybody to watch my dog so he just called me every day and if I didn't pick up the phone, he was going to send the police to my home.

I am so grateful to everybody on here who helped me during that time last year to keep my medications while I was unemployed. I hate asking for help, I was raised being told that it was rude to do so, so I have a bit of guilt about it and I will never be able to fully say how appreciative I am. So many people on Tumblr helped me stay in a headspace where I was able to make decisions for myself and obviously, as an adult who lives a thousand miles away from family, that was very important to me.

It allowed me to stay in my home, take care of myself, and work on the next chapter of my life without feeling like a deer in a bear trap.

In the six months that I was unemployed last year, I wrote 300,000 words and so many of you have laid your eyes on so many of them, I am in awe every time I think about it. And every time I talk about it. And every time somebody else talks about it to me.

So, 2023 great things:

After six months of unemployment and thinking about my next move and trying to move away from the mental health field, I was recruited by an organization that works closely with mental health but ultimately is not mental health. I really didn't think that I would like it but now the only thing I can imagine doing that isn't this is if I were a full time writer.

I went to the Eras Tour with @amneris21 in my home state. It was incredible to meet her, I'm so grateful that she included me in her ticketing group, it was the kindest thing. I regret that we didn't take more pictures but singing Fearless in the pouring rain was an honor and I wouldn't have wanted to do it that with anybody else.

Literally a week before our concert, she texted me and said that somebody in the ticketing group dropped out and asked if I had anybody I wanted to invite along. I called my sister (found family) eighty times before she picked up and I screamed so loud that I'm pretty sure I didn't need the phone to be heard all the way in Chicago and I am so amazed and thankful that I had the opportunity to bring her along and that I was in a place where I could make that her birthday present as well.

At my Eras Tour date, I told nobody what I wanted my surprise song to be because I did not want to jinx it. After months of thinking I wouldn't be able to go, I was able to go and one of our surprise songs was my favorite song and then she announced Speak Now (Taylor's Version) and then I cried so hard I gave myself a nosebleed.

boygenius altered my brain chemistry.

I got to travel to Arizona to see @marvelousmermaid for her birthday and I would do it again and I regret that I couldn't stay longer.

I got to see my dad!

I wrote a book.

Great things upcoming in 2024:

My book comes out this year!

(If I can ever feel good enough about a draft.)

(And a name.)

(You'll be able to buy it wherever books are sold.)

(Name and cover coming soon.)

(You can follow @wynharper for sporadic updates because I forget it exists.)

#personal #blah blah blah #shut up wyn

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lyricailove · 7 months

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I've said this mostly in tags but I wanted to put it into words in a more concise manner and place.

Lip's ego annoys me. It's this one character flaw that grates on my nerves and it isn't until the last season that we see it really get addressed. Unfortunately, that also means we leave Lip in a valley instead of a peak like the rest of his siblings.

Fiona was able to finish her arc out with her leaving her kids (yes her kids) in a place where they were able to look out for each other and she could focus solely on herself. Last we hear she's joining a dating show in Florida. The Florida part is ehh but hopefully, she had fun.

Ian is married to Mickey and they're running a business together. They're renting a nice apartment on the Westside and successfully navigating their first year of marriage.

Debbie also has her own business and is raising her daughter Franny as an amazing single parent. I will never agree with people who say, with no evidence btw, that Debbie is a bad mom or that she'd abandon Franny. Get bent with that baseless take.

Carl is getting settled in law enforcement and might buy the Alibi after Kev and V move. I'm ignoring Trish because she's a predator and unlike Carl's brothers, I know that abuse doesn't know gender. I want Trish arrested.

Liam is an example of someone who's smart but doesn't talk down to people. Hopefully, Lip's pretentious nature doesn't rub off on Liam. I can see Liam having an amazing academic career and landing a job right out of Uni. He's the right mix of smart and empathetic.

Now let's look at Lip. He didn't secure the house he shared with Tami after turning down a free house, he then snatched the house his siblings and niece live in like he had any right to it, he let his ego screw him out of successfully selling the house, and now he's a Uber Eats/Door Dash driver because again, ego got in the way.

He spent seasons claiming he didn't want to be his family's meal ticket and at the end of the series, he's the only sibling who's not settled in their own career. I hate to sound harsh, but Lip had that one coming for a while.

*Reminder that I don't hate Lip. I love Lip. It's just his attitude irks me and him being humbled was inevitable.

#Shameless #Shameless meta #Lip Gallagher #Ian Gallagher #Fiona Gallagher #Debbie Gallagher #Carl Gallagher #Liam Gallagher

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annadiplosis · 2 months

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Hiii, quick heads up! March will be a very challenging month for me, so I've queued up a bunch of old-ish doodles (the kind that I usually keep to myself or save for sketchbook compilations) because I won't be able to draw anything for awhile :')

I'm sure you guys don't mind; I just wanted to let you know what's going on 🖤

In the meantime, if you'd like to send me a tip via Ko-fi, buy a tattoo ticket, or get any of my zines for a price of your choosing, I'd be extremely grateful.

See you soon!

#I'll be fine btw don't worry #I just need to take things slower

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sweetreichel · 7 months

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This is the memento of when two Corp members were assigned a mission together... and they succeeded!

After a year of starting this project, what seemed impossible became possible and I traveled to Japan! Osaka was not part of the trip initially but I squeezed it in so I could meet @demonslayedher 💕 I admire her for her art and contributions to the fandom, but she's also become a dear friend to me and I was very grateful for sharing a little time with her.

It really was an adventure from the beginning! We literally ran to the ufotable Café cause she got a ticket to get a drink and we were able to take a look around and buy merch! After that we walked around Dotonbori, enjoyed KnY related street food, and sang KnY songs at the karaoke place~

She even made salmon & daikon for me so now I can proudly and safely say that I like it and that Giyuu's got good taste 🤭 I tried Sanemi's favorite too but Shinobu's favorite didn't cooperate with us (but that's a story for another day...). Rengoku even got slapped with anpan yet again...

It was so much fun!!! I might not have taken enough pictures but I'm treasuring evey moment 💕 It wasn't enough time so I promised her to come back for more nerd experiences in the future~

#personal #kny-sona #kny oc #maybe?? hahaha #you guys cant even imagine it was wonderful and im still crying happy tears #i promise ill come back!!!

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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not a damsel in distress

pairing: tasm!peter parker x scarlet witch!f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of death, a hint of abuse, violence

summary: peter sees you in danger and attempts to save you

A/N: sorry for posting this so late 😭. i promise to make it up to you guys. anyways, leave in some comments on this fic. i really appreciate reading your thoughts and feedbacks. 💗

requested: yes by: @oyasumimosura

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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“Thank you, come again!” you bid your last customer goodbye. You clean your flower shop and take a final look on your flowers, checking if some of them are dying. You spot a few tulips withering and you cast a spell to bring them back to life. Your customers come back to your shop because of how lively, pretty, and long lasting they are, they’d often ask what your secret is “guess I have a magic touch” you’d often reply but what they didn't know is that you literally have a magic touch.

You cast spells on your flowers for them to live long.

After closing, you first stop by your favorite diner to eat, you step in and you spot a familiar figure looking down on his dinner, his fork grazing over his untouched food. You step further into the diner and recognize the man, it was Peter. You stand beside him with a smile, “hi Peter, long time no see. Mind if I sit with you?” you ask. He looks over you, and a small smile forms on his lips but his eyes are different, it had nothing but guilt, grief and sadness. “Yeah sure” he motions the space in front of him.

You order your usual, and face Peter who looks at the window, wandering around the busy street of New York. “How are you and Gwen doing? Seems like you don’t stop by the shop to buy her flowers”. He faces you, “Gwen’s uh, uhm, she-she’s” he stutters and his eyes starts to get glossy as his voice starts to trail off.

“I’m sorry for your loss” you say as you read his mind with your powers.

Peter gets taken aback and just nod, he didn't expect you to pick up on what he’s trying to say. You look away as you try to find for an excuse when you see his surprised reaction, “I uhm could tell with your eyes. The way they look, it’s not sad from a typical heartbreak of a breakup. They’re filled with grief”.

Your food arrives shortly after and Peter still hasn't responded nor looked at you, “I-I’m sorry for being to straight forward o-or getting in your business” you say quietly as you slice through your meal and begin to eat.

“It’s alright, I’m actually pretty glad that I didn't have to explain or talk much about it than I usually do” he replies.

“You know, Peter, you can always talk to me especially during this time. You need someone to express your feelings to and I’m willing to help”

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Since then, you and Peter have gotten closer. He would stop by your shop when it’s near your closing time to help you clean and pack up and go home together. You’d also accompany him to Gwen’s grave whenever he decides to pay her a visit. He’s forever grateful to have you help him through the darkest times, you were able to guide Peter on how to grieve and let his emotions out properly - and honestly, just having you by his side makes him feel understood, less lonely, heard, and safe for some reason he can’t point out. Maybe it’s because of the warm and comforting energy you give off or the way you give all your attention to him whenever he talks.

Today’s a holiday and you and Peter planned on spending the day together at the mall and watch a movie. You decided to arrive earlier so you could get tickets to your preferred time before it solds out. As you make your way the cinemas, you suddenly hear a cry for help from a woman. You spot a group of people in a panic state as the woman and her child are being held at gunpoint by a man that seems familiar to her. You rush to the commotion, when the man fires his gun and you cast a force-field around the mother and her son, causing the bullet to fall down.

“Hey! Let them go!”

Everyone had a shock look plastered over their faces, though they’ve encountered a giant talking lizard attacked the city and some other odd things, they haven’t seen anything like this - only in movies, it was magic, literal super powers.

The man gets his composure back and faces you, “I don’t think you should be butting in my family business, you fucking freak”. That’s why they know him, he’s the father you thought.

Peter arrives at the mall and his senses starts to tingle, he quickly changes to his suit and swings to where the danger is. He arrives at the scene and sees you in front of a man who’s gun is aiming at you. His heartbeat speeds up, worry and fear circulating over his body - the memory of what happened to Gwen comes back to him. He needed to act fast and act now.

But before he could do anything, he suddenly freezes when your eyes glow red and so does your hands. You ball your hand into a fist and his gun crushed into pieces, red rings wrap around his wrists and ankles that’s pulling him down to the ground until he’s kneeling. You approach him and bend down to meet his struggling eyes, “I’m sorry what did you say?”

You then approach the woman and her son, “are you alright?” you ask. “Yes, thank you so much for saving us” the woman replies.

The boy gets out of his mother’s grasp and wraps his arms around your waist, “You’re so cool! You’re my new favorite superhero, you’re cooler than Spiderman! Thank you so much” he says, resting his chin on your stomach as he looks up to you with so much adoration. “You’re welcome”. He gives you one last smile and pulls away to go back to his mom.

You hear a thwip! from behind and you see Spiderman swinging towards you, he lands in front of you and pull you into a tight hug. “A-are you okay?” he asks, frantically checking your body for injuries.

He sounds really familiar.

You look at him confused as you put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m alright, uh thanks”.

Spiderman sighs in relief and finally calms down, “uhm, well, t-that’s good to hear”. He thought he’ll lose you and all he’ll ever blame is no other than his self if that happened but guess she could handle herself pretty well he thought.

The cops arrive soon after and arrest the man. You look over Spiderman who’s still beside you, looks like he can’t let you go. You tap his arm and lean to his ear, “let’s go watch our movie, Peter” you whisper with a smirk.

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