#im all ears for any critics and tips on how to get better at writing smuts !!
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WHAT’S YOUR FANTAsY+ / ☻
☻ / pairing . . . portgas d. ace x fem!reader x sabo.
☻ / type of love . . . romantic. physical.
☻ / synopsis . . . ( y/n ) and luffy have plans to see a new movie when their schedules finally align. however, a last minute obstacle holds luffy up and ( y/n ) must wait for him at his apartment with his older brothers, ace and sabo. the two men, she just can’t seem to get out of her head.
☻ / content warnings . . . nsfw, afab!reader ( she/her pronouns used ), unprotected sex, oral ( reader + male receiving ), dirty talk, degradation, CORNY ASS PLOT, etc. 18+, minors DNI.
☻ / commentary . . . been sitting in my drafts for like 4 months. decided to finally post it after receiving a pep talk from @portgaes <333
“About an hour?!?! Luffy! You swore you would be home by now! I’m already at your complex!” An angry young woman practically screamed into her phone, earning a few concerned looks and annoyed glares from a few tenants of the apartment complex she walked through.
“Sorry, ( y/n ). Something really REALLY important came up,” the voice on the other end of the phone line apologized. He let out a nervous laugh, nearly feeling her anger through the phone. ( y/n ) wasn’t stupid, she knew Luffy better than he knew himself. So something ‘really REALLY’ important had something to do with food of some sort.
“There’s another showing for later tonight! We’ll catch that one, okay? Just wait for me at my place! Ace is home, and Sabo should be back from his trip! So you’ll have no issue getting in. I’ll be back soon!”
( y/n ) sighed, climbing up a flight of stairs, “Yeah? It’s been a while since I’ve seen those two. Fine, take your time. If you’re not back before the next showing, I’m going with your brothers.”
“So mean! I’ll be back I swear!”
“Whatever you say, Luffy. See you when you get back then.” She hung up the phone, her feet coming to a stop in front of a familiar door.
Apartment Number 304.
Luffy’s apartment. Well, Luffy’s shared apartment with his two older brothers, Ace and Sabo. No matter how many times ( y/n ) had come to the apartment to come to visit Luffy, she’s only gotten to talk to the older boys a handful of times but they had welcomed her with open arms.
Before she could even knock, the door had opened revealing Ace, fresh out of the shower. He was holding a half-empty pack of double chocolate chip cookies. Cookie crumbs were spread across his lips, chin, and lower cheeks. Just how messy was he eating?
At the sight of her, he flashed his usual big smile, “I thought I heard someone talking out here! Mmph! ( y/n )! My baby brother’s best friend! It’s so good to see you!” He spoke with his mouth full, she could hardly make out his words. She had only assumed that’s what he was trying to say.
A dark blush appeared on her cheeks, as she took all of him in from head to toe. From his wet, messy curly black hair. Down to his playful onyx eyes and freckles. Further down to his muscular chest and abdomen, with the sneak peek of his v-line to what was hidden underneath the white towel loosely tied around his slender waist. Down to his thighs to his strong legs.
She swallowed shallowly, her ( e/c ) eyes making their way back up to Ace’s face.
Ace was an attractive man. Just about anyone could see that.
The personification of sex.
Sculpted by the gods.
The forbidden fruit that’s so mouthwatering, so tempting, so desirable.
She shook herself out of her impure thoughts of him.
This was Ace.
No matter how gorgeous he was, he was still the older brother of her best friend. Just how would Luffy feel if he caught her making heart eyes at one of the people who mattered the most to him.
“A-Ace...hey...” She stuttered out, waving awkwardly. Ace had only laughed, closing in the space that separated them, pulling her in for the usual tight hug he gave her every time they saw each other. He smelled so good. She had hugged him while he was shirtless before, why did this time feel so different?
He gave her a rough pat on the back that made her jolt slightly. “Jumpy, huh? You okay there, ( y/n )?” He questioned as he released her from his tight embrace.
“Y-Yeah! I’m...good! Great, even!”
“Whatever you say.”
She watched as his eyes had traveled up and down her body in a similar way she had done him just moments ago. She pressed her thighs together to almost calm the storm that was forming between them.
“You’re dressed up all cute. You going somewhere special?”
“Well, I was supposed to go see this movie with Luffy, which is why I’m here. But he said something came up and we’re going to see the next showing. He told me to wait here if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course it is! You know you’re always welcome here. Come in!”
He stepped aside finally, allowing her inside. She stepped inside, slipping off her shoes and placing them next to a pair of old sandals she had assumed were probably Luffy’s.
“Excuse the mess. Haven’t had time to clean up around here,” Ace babbled, finishing off the last few cookies in the pack.
“Yet you can eat not one, but two full packs of cookies in one sitting,” Another voice sounded from the sofa.
( y/n ) followed the voice, seeing a familiar blonde sitting on the sofa with a paperback book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. On his hands were those brown gloves he tended to wear no matter where he went, even in the comforts of his own home.
“Sabo! So you are back in town! How was your trip?”
Sabo looked over his shoulder at her, “Just got back last night. The trip went well. It’s business, so you know how that goes.”
Sabo, unlike Ace, actually had clothes on. His usual attire of a blue button-up with the sleeves rolled up. A few of the buttons toward the top were left undone revealing his collarbone and upper chest. The blonde sat with his right leg over his left, leaning back against the sofa that had probably seen better days. He was just missing his trademark hat and long coat.
But like Ace, Sabo too seemed to find his way into ( y/n )’s darkest fantasies. Probably even more than Ace had.
Sabo was a bit more modest in his attire. But it didn’t make him any less attractive. Even in her impure thoughts he was always fully dressed as he stood over her. Feeling the fabric of his gloves all over her body.
The mystery of what Sabo was capable is what kept salivating at the mouth.
“Had a late morning, so there’s still some coffee in the pot,” Sabo spoke, turning back to his book, “Help yourself to anything else. Unless Ace ate it all while I was gone.”
The dark-haired man only rolled his eyes.
“No thanks. I’m good. I was gonna wait until the movie so I could fill up on popcorn.”
“Popcorn?! You aren’t gonna fill up on that stuff. Plus you’ll eat it all before the movie even starts with all those damn ads,” Ace scolded her. It felt odd to be the one on the other end of Ace’s scoldings. Usually, he was the one being scolded, not the other way around. “You need to eat.”
Ignoring the practically naked man’s lecture, ( y/n ) sat next to Sabo on the sofa, “I’ll be fine, Ace. But thank you for caring.”
“Movie? Oh yes, Luffy did say something about a movie before he left earlier. Not sure what came up but he did say it would be a while before he would be back. Looks like you’re stuck with us for a little while,” Sabo chuckled, a wink following.
She felt her face flush at his words. It was almost like he knew the effect he had on her. Ace, still in just a towel sat next to her now with an entire cereal box. Now she found herself sandwiched between the two men, not that she was complaining any. “Ace, can’t you go put on some kind of clothes?” Sabo asked.
“Everything is dirty. I’ll wash later.”
Sabo knew what ‘later’ meant. If he wasn’t going to do it, Ace was never going to get it done.
“You could have put that in a bowl, you know?” ( y/n ) mentioned.
“Why use a bowl and dirty a dish when I know I’m going to eat the entire thing anyway?” Ace did have quite the appetite. She wouldn’t be surprised if he finished the entire box in under five minutes.
On second thought, a nearly a minute or so was all he needed, as he placed the now-empty cereal box on the table. He leaned back onto the sofa, resting an arm just behind her to get comfortable.
“Anyway. ( y/n ) how have you been since the last time we saw you? How are your classes treating you?” He spared her a glance from his book, seeing the rather tired expression she gave him. Her expression gave him his answer. He couldn’t stop the light chuckle that passed through his lips.
Classes were beyond stressful. She couldn’t even remember the last time she got a good night’s rest since the spring semester started. Even now, she was drained. But a night with her best friend would make it all worth it since it had been forever since they have done something together.
“But really, I’m fine,” She said through a yawn she had been holding in.
“You sure you don’t wanna nap or something?” Ace questioned before stuffing yet another handful of cereal into his mouth. “No. I’m okay you guys, really.”
Ace took her word, reaching for the remote on the coffee table to turn on TV, turning on some adult animated show. ( y/n ) had watched alongside him for some time, creating a silence between the three of them.
Sabo’s head was still deep into the book in his hands. With every page flip, she grew more and more interested. Was it that interesting? What was it even about?
What kind of books did Sabo even read?
Was he a science fiction kind of guy? Maybe even fantasy or thriller? Or maybe even romance?
After a few internal arguments with herself, she managed to work up the courage to ask, “What are you reading, Sabo?”
He looked up from the novel, “It’s erotica. Probably not the type of book you’d be into.”
Erotica?
Sabo reads erotica?
“Never took you for a guy to read smut, Sabo.”
He grinned, “It’s a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine. I used to not understand the appeal, but after reading one a few months ago, I’ve come to enjoy them.”
A man who reads his porn rather than watches it? How open and honest he was about it with her, like he trusted her. Maybe he was that open and honest with everyone and she was overthinking. But damn it didn’t help soothe her attraction to him.
Just what kind of erotica was he reading?
Her mind was running wild with ideas of what was written on those pages, placing herself in the shoes of the heroine and Sabo as the partner.
BDSM? Being tied up all pretty, like a wrapped gift for the taking. At the mercy of him to do whatever he pleased to her exposed figure.
Maybe impact play? Being bent over his knee, a cold heart-shaped paddle sending chills down her spine, waiting for the impact to come as she bit down on her bottom lip.
Or maybe even cuckholding? Sitting cock in hand, jerking himself the scene of her being pleasured in ways he couldn’t reciprocate.
“Don’t want to weird you out with the details. This one is kind of out there.” He placed his now empty mug on the coffee table.
“N-No, it’s cool! You can tell me...if you want to that is. I won’t be weirded out!”
“Somehow I knew you would say that. You’ve always been a curious girl,” He teased in a low voice, placing his hand on her upper thigh, giving her the chills. She was glad he wore his gloves otherwise he would be able to feel the bumps that formed on her exposed thighs from his cool touch.
He slowly retracked his hand from her thigh, letting his head fall back into his novel.
Unbeknownst to her, Sabo knew what he was doing. He wasn’t stupid. He may have been at night, but it sure wasn’t last night. Her attraction was obvious. Reading her body was easy, how stiff she would become when she was around either him or Ace.
The lingering glances, the nervousness. It was almost cute how much a flustered mess she would turn into.
To say she hadn’t been in his fantasies too would be a lie.
He often fantasied about ruining her to the point where she couldn’t even remember her name. A fucked out expression written on her face, make-up running down her beautiful face, drool on either side of her cute mouth he wanted to stuff full of his cock. The ropes of his essences landed on her chest.
But he wasn’t alone in his craving for her.
Ace shared Sabo’s craving and lust for ( y/n ). Daydreaming of her on top of him, riding his cock to her heart’s content, moaning his name. Or being between her thighs lapping at her folds, his digits scissoring her wet hole.
The two brothers wanted her in the same way and were very much willing to share. She had more than one hole to stuff.
The dark-haired man couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from his lips, “Didn’t take you for the kind of girl to read that kind of shit, ( y/n ).”
“What?! I-I don’t! I just—”
“Just what? Don’t get all embarrassed now, I’m just fucking with you,” He laughed, “There’s nothing wrong with it, everyone does it. Well...mostly everyone.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her a bit closer to him, “Is that why you’re so jumpy? Haven’t had it in a while?”
She opened her mouth to defend herself, but no words had left her mouth. He was right. She wasn’t a saint, but she wasn’t giving herself out there to anyone.
She could probably count on one hand the number of times she’s had sex in the past few months. None of which she found herself truly enjoying or still thinking about to this day, at least in a good way.
“I’ll take your silence as a yes. These young boys on here don’t know how to take care of a woman,” grumbled Ace. “You’re still pretty young, Ace. So you talking about yourself?” Sabo challenged.
“Of course not! I still got it!”
“Really now? Prove it.”
“H-Huh?” ( y/n ) looked at Sabo with an expression mixed with surprise and confusion.
Just how the hell was Ace supposed to prove he could pleasure a woman? Looking in between the two brothers, she noticed the looks that they were giving each other, small smirks tugging at the corners of their lips.
What did they have planned?
Why was no one saying anything?
“Prove it? But I’ll need someone to prove it on, don’t you think?” Ace mentioned, playing dumb.
“I think we got the perfect candidate sitting right between us, right ( y/n )?” Sabo raised an eyebrow, placing his novel down on the table, “That’s what you want, right? You’ve been eye-fucking the both of us for a while now.”
She gulped, had she truly been that obvious? “I’m sorry, I—”
“No need to apologize. Why not just make your fantasies a reality?” Ace questioned, letting his hand pry between her thighs, forcing her legs open. She had only gasped mouth agape as she watched Ace’s hand disappear into her skin, his fingertips gracing the fabric of her damp panties. “Sabo, she’s already so aroused.”
She wanted to push his hand away, but this was her dream. But she couldn’t let go of the guilt that clouded her mind, “What...what about Luffy? You guys are his brothers. I don’t want to ruin my friendship with him because I’m attracted to both of you. And he could be back at any minute!”
“It’ll just be between the three of us,” Sabo promised, gripping her chin with two fingers, “We know our brother. We got quite some time before he’s back. Let’s have some fun before then.”
Sabo pressed his soft lips onto hers for a passionate kiss. She relaxed against his lips. He took the opportunity to allow his tongue to slip inside of her wet cavern.
Ace took one of her hands, placing it on over his clothed growing bulge, licking a stride up to her neck, before sucking on her skin, leaving bruises in his wake. His fingertips continued to toy with her damp panties, feeling her slit through the fabric.
( y/n ) moaned into Sabo’s mouth, his tongue swirling around hers before pulling away for a brief moment of air. He went back in, this time much rougher, more lustful, more hungry.
Ace climbed off of the sofa, kneeling in front of her. He fiddled with the button to her skirt, unbuttoning it before yanking them off of her, followed by her soaked panties. He opened her legs even further, looking at her glistening cunt.
He took one of her legs, placing a kiss on her inner thigh before throwing her leg over his shoulder. He let a finger slide down her wet slit, looking up at her to see her reaction. He watched her closely as he slid two digits into her cunt.
She jolted forward, pulling away from Sabo’s lips, looking down at him. Ace roughly scissored her cunt, watching her body react to his every move, clenching around his digits. “Your body’s so fucking needy for us. It’s cute,” He taunted, “Isn’t it, Sabo?”
Sabo hummed in agreeance, “You must have been thinking about us for a while now, haven’t you?” His question was met with a few pants and a mewl from her swollen lips.
The blonde tsked, reaching down to hold Ace’s hand still inside of her. Whimpers left her, feeling Ace’s ministrations come to such a sudden halt. Sabo held her face in place with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. “I need words, angel.”
“Y-Yes! Yes! I’ve been thinking about you both for so long,” She stammered a confession.
“Really? Or are you just saying that to get Ace to finish you off?” Sabo mentioned, forcing her to look at his eager brother on his knees.
“N-No! I mean it! Sabo...please,” She pleaded.
“Very well. But only because I want to see how beautiful my angel can be when she becomes overwhelmed.” Sabo released Ace’s hand, sitting back on the sofa, “Go wild, Ace. I think she’s deserved to cum.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” The dark-haired man grinned, placing yet another open-mouth kiss to her thigh, he added another digit setting a hard and fast pace into her cunt, all while his rough tongue flicked and suckled on her clit.
( y/n ) fisted his hair, throwing her head back in pleasure, moans, and whimpers of different octaves passing through those lips. Between his fingers and wet muscle, he had worked wonders. It didn’t take long for the band to stretch. Just by the way she had shifted and her whimpers, both men knew she was close.
“FUCK! OH FUCK!” She practically screamed eyes squeezed shut as her body jerked. She released her hard grip on his hair as he brought her back down from her peak, before retracting his fingers and mouth.
“You looked so pretty cumming for us. You think you can keep going, angel?” Sabo’s tone was almost taunting, seeing her struggle to catch her breath.
She glanced up meeting his lust-filled, dark eyes, “Y-Yes, Sabo. I wanna keep going.” She shook her head rapidly.
“That’s my...our angel,” He corrected himself, motioning to Ace who had been fisting the raging bulge hidden the towel, whispers of courses leaving his plump lips. “Look at him. So desperate to be inside of you. Yet he’s waiting so patiently for you. You wanna relieve him of his pain?”
“I do,” She breathed.
“Tell him that, angel,” Sabo grinned.
She spoke up, “Ace, please fuck me.”
The dark-haired man stood, undoing the towel, allowing it to fall onto the floor.
He was a bit skinnier than she had fantasized before while she lay awake in her bed, hand between her thighs with her back arched off of the fabric of her sheets. Nevertheless, he was still larger than any previous man she had been with.
“Get your hands and knees on the sofa for me, pretty girl,” Ace winked. She did as he said, climbing onto the sofa. Her body was completely on the sofa, ass to the air, as her face was hovering over Sabo’s lap. The dark-haired man took his place behind her, gripping her hips with his calloused hands, pulling her back onto him.
She could feel his cock slide up and down her slick, rubbing the tip in her arousal. She bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation, eagerly waiting for feel every inch.
Ace buried himself into her. A hiss slipped through his gritted teeth, feeling her warm, tight insides. “Damn, you feel so much better than I imagined! Wish I got the chance to fuck you sooner!”
A string of curses fell from her lips, leaning further onto Sabo, palming him through the fabric of his pants. Ace rolled out, snapping his hips forward in a fast and hard thrust. He set a rather slow pace into her, thrusting deep into her velvet walls. She felt like heaven, he wanted to take his pretty little time with fucking her.
With doe like eyes, she looked up at the blond. “I want...you too, Sabo,” ( y/n ) swooned.
He smirked. “Even with your greedy cunt filled, you still want more. Just how slutty are you?” Sabo teased, “But alas, how could I say no to you? How do you want me, angel?”
She hadn’t quite answered, taking it upon herself to show him. She planted kisses on his clothed cock between each deep thrust from the man behind her. The blonde grinned, “You want to blow me, angel?”
“I want to so bad,” She breathed, unbuttoned his pants. Sabo shifted, pulling his pants down, only far enough to release his cock from its confinement. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, his breath hiking up slightly. She wasted no time, taking what she could of him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. A shallow curse fell from his lips.
Ace’s deep thrusts made it easier for her to take more of Sabo into her mouth. She bobbed her head the best she could, moaning on Sabo’s length from Ace’s thrusts that kissed her cervix. Her tongue swirled around Sabo’s shaft and his sensitive tip.
The dark-haired man’s thrusts had turned rough, speeding up the pace. With a devilish grin, he reached down to rub harsh, rapid circles to her clit. She stilled on Sabo’s cock
The blonde gripped her hair before thrusting upward into her pretty mouth. She gagged around his length.
She felt a burning in the lower pit of her stomach, the inner fire that swelled overwhelmingly inside of her that she needed to release. Her walls clenched once more, just as her second orgasm ripped through her body like a storm, nearly sending Ace over the edge.
Just in time, he pulled out, spilling himself all over her ass.
Sabo continued his attack on her mouth, chasing after his release. Her drool seeped from the corners of her mouth, onto his cock. Sabo breathed, his eyes screwed shut, spilling into her mouth, forcing his essences down her throat.
He slipped his cock out, keeping it near her swollen lips, “Don’t waste a drop, angel.” She swallowed his cum, still pressing light kisses to his cock.
“Fuck, ( y/n ), that was fun. You’ll let us share you like this again, huh?” Ace questioned, leaning down to place a few kisses on her back. She didn’t answer, too fucked out to even think straight.
“( y/n )?”
Silence.
“( y/n )?”
...
“OI! ( y/n )! WE’RE GONNA MISS THE MOVIE!”
Her eyes shot open in a panic to see people standing over her. To her right was Ace now wearing clothes chowing down on some chicken and fries from some fast-food chain. To her left was Sabo still in his usual attire with now a newspaper in his hand. And in the middle was...
“LUFFY?!”
She looked down at herself seeing all of her clothes were still on, sighing in relief before rubbing the matter out of her tired eyes, “Was I...was I asleep?”
“You were knocked out the second you hit the sofa. You were so tired, you fell over into Ace’s lap,” Sabo answered, looking to Ace for confirmation. However Ace had fallen asleep standing up...again.
She recalled Ace just being in a towel earlier. Oh how embarrassing.
“So...so that was all a dream, oh thank god,” She mumbled under her breath.
“What was all a dream?” Sabo asked, “Did you have some kind of nightmare? You seemed a bit uncomfortable while you were sleeping.”
She could feel her face heat up, remembering what had taken place, “H-Huh?! Y-Yeah! A nightmare!”
“Do you want to talk about it?!”
“NO! NEVER!”
© MANGEKYUOU. / ☻
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How did you learn so many languages. Do you have any tips?
Yes!!!! Yes I do!!!
Everything I wish I could tell myself before starting my language “journey” lol:
🦩Dont be intimidated
Don’t be intimidated, specifically by doing listening or speaking practice. I know in the US (or for most English speakers), when we hear someone that speaks perfect English but merely has an accent we think “they don’t speak English”, but from experience this mentality is not shared with other languages. When you know even a little bit of a language or can’t speak it very well, natives speakers are really really encouraging. I think since we view not being 100% fluent without so much as an accent, as “not knowing any of a language” we are hard on ourselves and give up pretty easily.
🦩Listening practice is as important as studying vocabulary and grammar
When you listen to native speakers talk, you are training your ear even though you don’t understand it. Listen and listen, eventually your brain stops picking out English words that aren’t even there, but rather, starts to catch patterns in the language (for example, the same words sticks out to you over and over).
🦩Set realistic and doable goals or you’ll get discouraged and quit
If you are a busy person, make small goals to fit language study in. Don’t tell yourself that you need to master _____ within a week. Instead give yourself 15 mins of reading in the evening, and 25 mins of language listening in the morning. It’s also easier to add the language into stuff you do on a daily basis anyway. For example if you are religious, find your prayers you pray daily in the language you are learning.
🦩learn to read the language first (obviously this tip might not be applicable for character based languages like Chinese)
I know everyone says “immersion is the best and most important part of language” but honestly, a lot of our native speaking knowledge comes from our literacy education. When we are taught how to read, it’s through reading we can discover new words through context. It’s also easy to pick up new language reading since it’s available anywhere, where immersion is only available when you are surrounded by native speakers. The first thing I do is learn how to read and write the language, then the entire language becomes accessible to me.
🦩Spend time perfecting the sounds of the language that are most difficult for you
The vocal sounds of a language is the foundation of a language. I know we are all impatient and want to simply learn as many phrases as possible as fast as possible, but if you get down the unfamiliar sounds of a language that don’t exist in English, you’ll have a better foundation of the language and your speaking and listening will be better from the very beginning. So take the time to practice those weird sounds by looking into the position of the tongue and where the sound comes from, from the chest to the lips. Look into how tense the mouth is, how much air comes from the lips, what the sound is like next to other sounds. When you master this speaking becomes more instinctual and it’s easier to pick up the language.
🦩Search YouTube, google, Instagram IN THE LANGUAGE YOU ARE STUDYING.
Don’t search “korean music” or “korean kids tv” or even “korean vegetables” in google. Just translate how to say them in a translator app, then copy and paste them into the search bar. This way native korean information, videos, posts will come up. For example, if you’re in the mood for some horror comics, and want to read/watch them in the language you are learning, go to the translator app, and figure out how to say them, then search it. It works way better, even if the translation isn’t correct or more natural, you’ll still get the information, posts, and videos you want to see.
🦩Find ways to practice speaking the language (I use HiNative) and don’t be discouraged by corrections.
Getting corrected does not mean you’re wrong, corrections are the most useful part of learning a language. If you are the type of person who is sensitive to criticism, you need to remind yourself corrections are NOT criticism. They are NOT a reflection of your progress, they are NOT you failing! You will always be corrected as a language learner and the sooner you are gentle with yourself in learning the sooner you will learn more. Get those first corrections out of the way, allow yourself to butcher pronunciation, get corrected for the first 10 times, let it sting a little and move on. Eventually you will be begging native speakers to tell you every little detail in where you went wrong!
🦩Tv and Books seems to be more useful for immersion and listening practice then music does
So far in my experience music is its very weird and abstract, and the things said in music aren’t really useful in speaking? It’s good for gathering vocab, but if you want music listening practice that’s music based try searching for rap in that language, although obviously you’ll be picking up a lot of informal language in music/rap. Tv shows however are typically how people really do talk, so turn off English subs and just listen! Books are really useful for learning new vocabulary, but sometimes written language is different than spoken (often), although when you speak it the way you’ve learned from a book the worst you’ll sound is “formal and poetic”.
🦩Look up “insert language you are learning phrases and words that aren’t useful or correct”
There so many programs and books that teach you phrases you’ll never use or that are only appropriate in very specific situations. I don’t know why language programs do this, but learning which ones are weird or only in specific settings before you start learning really helps. Chinese Especially does this...like I learned so many phrases and words that natives will never use and have no purpose???
🦩Know the different subjects of learning a language and which apps to use for that
Everyone uses Duolingo, but this app alone won’t make you speak a language. Duolingo and Memrise are great for memorizing vocab, but, is it vocab that in the context of your reading and listening practice? Are you learning words you are hearing and reading all the time? Duolingo is a lot of fun but I feel like the vocab is so broad and it doesn’t go deep enough into the language. Feel free to use it at first to get used to the sounds of the language, but try using flash card apps like quizlet or Anki instead where you can write down and study words you are hearing constantly. Memrise does have actually study sets for many language books and lessons! So you can study words you are hearing in specific programs and books which is pretty useful in regards to vocab.
There obviously is more than just learning vocab. What about grammar, listening practice, speaking practice and reading? If you are wanting to use primarily apps find out which apps are available for your language. Here is an example of the apps I use for each subject. Be aware some languages are not available on them.
Vocab: quizlet, anki
Grammar: books (printed or kindle), YouTube grammar lessons, websites
Reading: books (printed or kindle), beelinguapp, instagram (posts that have text), Netflix/YouTube with both subtitles in the language you are learning and spoken in language you are learning, epic app
Writing: just use paper and pencil/pen
Listening: audio books (beelinguapp/epic/kindle/YouTube), tv and movies (Netflix/YouTube etc with no English subs), conversations on YouTube (search in language you are studying, don’t search “Spanish conversations” or “Japanese conversations”)
Speaking: HiNative (pretty much all I use since it’s all languages, quick, and you get immediately answered and corrected by native speakers), get friends in language you are learning through lots of apps
Translator: it’s really hard to find a good one, most of them are really weird so only use them for words and the most basic or simple phrases and sentences, otherwise use HiNative to ask native speakers directly, or ask people on the apps that connect you to native speakers
🌱I should note that for talking to native speakers I only like HiNative, since it’s built to NOT be a form of social networking at all. It’s not personal in anyway, and there’s no way to private message or speak to other users outside a asking questions publicly. The people on there are only about learning or teaching a language, not usually making friends. I’ve found the sites that are built to make native speaking friends aren’t useful to me personally, as most of the native speakers are either dudes looking for a woman to date or people wanting to only practice English with you, so they wasted a lot of my study time. People who are willing to help you learn are there, but it takes time to filter everything else out. If you would find it helpful to make friends by all means use them but I don’t really use it myself.🌱
You don’t want to really study EVERY SUBJECT every single day (unless you have the time). It can get really overwhelming, and you don’t really absorb information that if you are just cramming. While I would say it’s good to read and listen daily, spread subjects out over the week. Grammar on Monday and Friday, vocab on Tuesday and Thursday. Take one day to review all of what you’ve learned all week. Pick a day you have the largest block of free time. Bi-weekly works fine too.
I have an old post on how I organize my study time for multiple languages: https://alwaysabeautifullife.tumblr.com/post/182817883372/what-do-you-use-to-learn-your-languages-im
🦩Write sentences daily of everything you’ve learned (no THIS I RECOMMEND DAILY)
Write as many as you can. Use all the grammar you’ve learned, the words you’ve learned, everything! Write them in your notes and submit them to be corrected in HiNative. The sentences they correct, put them in flash cards!
🦩It’s ok to abandon languages you aren’t passionate in
So you’ve learned to read the language, and you know basic phrases, and now you just don’t want to do it anymore. If you can’t think of any reason to maintain it and don’t know why you are studying it, learning some of the language is good! Fluency does NOT need to be everyone’s goal. You can hold a conversation, and that’s good enough for you. Feel free to try out various languages, there will be one or some that really are your passion, it’s fine to have the goal of fluency in those and conversational in others.
Don’t abandon languages however because you feel discouraged. Discouragement is just a bump to get over, when you train your brain to maintain study habits through the days you feel discouraged, you make it habitual. Habits are harder to break and abandon! Evaluate your reasonings for wanting to speak a language, and your reasons for abandoning them if you want. Don’t let difficulty, disorganized, discouragement, or poor time management get in your way!!
🦩With all that said it’s ok to take breaks
It’s ok to get overwhelmed and take breaks from language learning. If you can still maintain what you’ve learned by listening to music in your language or staying connected in some way that’s good, but the “you’ll loose a language” isn’t entirely true. I’ve taken year long breaks and refreshing what I learned previously is pretty easy! Your brain really does go “oh yeah I do remember this!” when you’re studying information you studied years ago.
🦩Be gentle with yourself
Be gentle with yourself. People that claim to be fluent in 6 months are selling something or want to be an influencer. Don’t compare yourself to them. Language learning even for natives is a lifetime education. It’s not something you do for 6 months then stop. It’s continual and that looks different for everyone (yes native speakers included). Don’t bother watching YouTube videos on how to learn in 10 mins or 3 months, you’ll only get discouraged about your own amazing progress and all the work you’ve done.
🦩Plan your “can you say something in it” phrase now
This one is just for fun but after hearing you are learning a language the first thing you’ll get asked is “oh cool you speak (insert target language here)? Can you say something in (insert target language here)?” It does not matter what level of fluency you are at, you will absolutely forget the entire language and your own native language when you are asked this because it sends your brain to another dimension. So think of some funny phrases to say to people who ask, master them, then when they ask what they mean you can have a laugh. Other wise you will say something stupid of jumbled words (my go to was ‘we women are fruit’ for some reason thanks brain you’re incredible) you’ve learned that don’t belong in a sentence, or even worse you’ll run a blank and you’ll just look at them like:
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So think of inside jokes to tell your friends, funny phrases, even goofy insults! Memorize them and tell them at your friends and family to torture them because they can’t escape sound waves! It’s a good way to memorize the language but also to become confortable speaking it!
Please excuse any errors I don’t wanna go over my mistakes so pretend u can’t see them 🙈
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✨Febuary Dances
Heya everybody! This is a Aoyama x reader! Basically UA has a dance and you and Aoyaoma bith want to wear dresses so you decide that both should! No one said you both couldnt wear dresses together! Also i dont his backstory so im making it up so please dont be mad or offended.- Author-san
Aoyama x reader
Gender neutral reader and nonbinary Yuuga Aoyama
Quirk: light dance, you can manipulate the light when you dance such as making it shine in certain places or making it burn someone, this can also cause you to glow when flustered or excited
Warnings: mentions of high heels and dancing
Begin!
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Y/N PoV
"-there will also be a Febuary dance to celebrate all of your successes as coming this far in your training. It will be on Febuary 13th an begins at 7:30. I hope to see you all there" the class 1B teacher said. Febuary dance? Huh, sounds fun i guess... I began to think of who to take with me when the bell rang and everyone got up to leave and head to lunch. "Bonjour Y/N! Would you like to sit with me?" Aoyama asked as i stopped walking to let them catch up. "Huh? Sure!" i smiled with closed eyes before continuing to walk with Aoyama.
"So, you hear about the Febuary dance Y/N?" i looked up at Jiro with confusion for a moment, "huh? Oh! Haha yeah, not sure who im gonna bring though.." i said as glaced over at Aoyama who was currently talking with Midoriya at the other end of the table. "Really? Well I heard Kirishima was going with Bakugou so thats new!" Kirishima and Bakugo? "Really? Good for them! Im glad they finally decided to come out about their relationship!" i genuinely am happy they came out and that they're going together, i wish i had that confidence with Aoyama. I still remember when we were little and how they were so much less confident back then.
3rd person PoV
Two small kids one with short blond hair and the other with (your hair length and color), both just sitting on the young blonds bed talking. "Its flashy but its useless if i cant use it for more then a second" the young Yuuga said as their eyes began to fill with tears. "Then you'll just have to train more! That way eventually you'll be able to use it as long as you want!" a young Y/N spoke with such determination that it almost convinced the young Yuuga, "b-but I'll never be as strong as you! I'll never be a good hero!" young Yuuga shouted crying at this point, But of course our determined little Y/N wasnt having it. "Of course not with that attitude!" young Y/N spoke with determination as they stood above their best friend, "You cant give up without even trying! Would almight give up!? No! So why should you! We'll train together and both become great heros! No matter what happens we'll always stay together! I'll make sure you become a good hero!" the young Y/N spoke with so much power that Yuuga swore that day to be as confident as them..
Y/N PoV
"Y/N??? Yyyyyy/nnnn! (your full name)!" "eep!" i squeaked as i was suddenly supried out of my spaced out state. "What! What happened!?" i said as i looked around frantically. "Haha! Calm down! Nothings wrong you just spaced out is all" Jiro said as i calmed down and sighed. "So who are you gonna bring to the febuary dance?" "dude i already said i dont know yet." i said with a dead panned look sighing, "well how would you like to go dress-" "or tuxedo!" "yes, or tuxedo shopping with us?" Momo asked as Hagakure interrupted. "Sure, sounds fun."
(time skip because i still cant write you walking to places)
"So wich one do think looks better?" Mina asked me as she showed me two similiar pink dresses. "Hmm, the second one i guess"
I said as she smiled and went to go put the other back.
"Dont forget to get something yourself Y/N!"
I nodded and began to look around for a bit before finding one i really liked. It was long and a bit flowy, it was a beautiful golden yellow with yellow tinted clear fabric covering the legs and beautiful swirly accents, it was a bit open on the sides but it had orange accessories on the belly, legs and upper arms. It had an light orange bra like top with a yellow lace cover and soft yellow clear fabric. The sides, back, and middle front of the dress were a silky soft fabric with a yellow orange gradient. It had a golden orange neck peice like the ones female Egyptians used to wear along with one gold triangle earing on one of the ears.
"..woah.."
I said as i reached to touch it, the fabric was so soft.
"Find one you like y- woah! Thats stunning!"
Mina said as she was awwed by the dress
"I can get it for you Y/N"
Momo said as she walked over to us and smiled
"H-huh!? But its so exspenisive! I-"
She cut me off,
"Its fine Y/N! Really! I dont mind"
I stuttered an ok and she pat my head
"You should try it on Y/N! I wanna see how good you look in it!"
Mina said as she jumped,
"S-sure"
I stuttered as i grabbed the dress and left to the changing room, a bit later and i walked out in the dress staring at the ground.
"Well? How do i look?"
I heard a few gasps and suddenly i was hugged by Jiro, Mina and Ochako
"YOU LOOK AMAZING!!"
(Again i really need to learn this)
"Well we're here!"
I heard Mina shout as i got out of the car and began to walk to the doors with her and Jiro next to me. I walked over to the benches to sit and look for Yuuga, see they asked me to go with them about two days before the dance and right after i picked out my dress.
"Bonjour Y/N! You look absolutely stunning darling but if i knew we were both wearing dresses i might have said something!"
I hear them laugh as i turned around to look at them, they were wearing a wonderful dark blue dress with a light blue cover that had sky blue swirls and dots. It had a cream colored ribon tied into a rose with greyish blue outlines, neon blue dots on the bottom and white swirls on the chest piece, it had a blue neck piece with a small white rose keeping it together, they had black gloves and a beaded arm piece on one arm. It was flowy and long like mine but the bottom split to show their legs and black rose vine heels with blue roses.
"You look amazing Yuuga!"
I blushed as they laughed and saw that they were wearing soft yellow lipstick, i was wearing dark blue. We really fit together,
"Well thank you! Care to dance?"
They asked holding out their hand.
"Of course!"
I grabbed their hand and we went to the dance floor, i put my hand on their waist and they put their hand on my shoulder, our other hands locked together and we begun to move to the song.
I nearing the end of my fourth year
I feel like ive been lacking, crying to many tears
Everyone seemed to say it was so great
But did i miss out? Was it a huge mistake?
I spun them a bit and we moved faster
I cant help the fact i like to be alone
It might sound kinda sad, but thatd just what i seem to know
I tend to handle things usually by myself
And i cant ever seem to try and ask for help
We clapped and they spun me our movements faster, one foot after the other i danced with them
Im sitting here, crying in my prom dress
I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest
Makeup is running down
We laughed a bit and contuined
Feelings are all around
We blushed as we looked at each others eyes
How did i get here? i need to know
I guess i maybe had a couple expectations
Thought id get to them
I begun to dance away from them without realizing, my quirk was activating nad the light followed a pattern around me as i danced
But no i didn't
I guess i thought that prom was gonna be fun
But now im sitting on the floor and all i wanna do is run
I realized what i was doing when i felt everyone staring at me, i looked around scared before seeing Yuuga looking at me wide eyed.
"....i-i im sorry!....."
I ran out of the building in fear, i cant believe i did that! I kept running until i made it back to my dorm, i knew it was a bad idea to go to the dance.
(a few hours later)
*Knock knock*
"Hello? Darling its me"
I heard Yuuga through my door
"Darling im coming in.."
I heard the door open and saw them close it behind them
"..hey.."
I mumbled a "hello"
"..Yknow i thought your dance was amazing darling."
I looked at them with shock,
"Really?"
They nodded
"I'd still like to finish our dance if you dont mind.."
"Here?"
They hummed a "no"
"Not here, somewhere special. C'mon get cleaned up and we can go"
"...alright...thank you"
They hummed a response and waited outside while i fixed my makeup and put my shoes back on.
"Alright, where are we going?"
"You'll see"
(Wow so many of these in one story like damn)
Thousands of colored lights shined below us, we were on a grassy cliff aith a few trees.
"....woah this is....amazing.."
I felt Yuuga hug grab my hands with theirs and turn me around to face them
"So, wanna dance?"
I nodded glowing a soft gold
One foot after the other we danced slowly and calmly, it was peaceful and quiet besides the hum of the city below us.
We stared into each others eyes, the soft glow of the lights below us illuminating our faces. Closer amd closer our lips touched and our eyes closed, it was soft and a bit longer then a peck but it was amazing. Softs gasps as our eyes and lips parted,
"I...love you"
They sighed a bit
"I love you too Y/N.."
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Done! I really hope you all enjoyed because it took me a week to finish this, again none of the art or music in this is mine, Yuuga Aoyama belings to Horikoshi. I tried hard to make this longer and im glad it came out with over 1,000 words! Its the longest one ive written so far! Im proud of myself and again i hope you all enjoyed, if you have any tips feel free to send them to me as im always open to criticism - Author-san
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Best Boy (M)
Pairing: Haechan x fem!reader
Genre: Smut (nc-17!)
Word count: 2,666
Warnings: femdom, spanking, not quite choking but close to it (just once really), oral, a sappy moment, lots of teasing, unprotected sex, cowgirl..kinda, i'm probably forgetting stuff i'm sorry 😔 (i just really wanted to write something and then this drabble practice turned into a monster) oh and also i didn't proofread this yet & yolo wrote it at around 3am so im sorry for this monstrosityㅡ and also y/n is on birth control bc at least take precautions if you're not wrapping it before tapping it kiddos! 🤧
A/N: not to spoil the surprise but technically though it's not stated who it's about until around.. the middle i'd say? but.. it kind of is about a 00 liner so.. if you're uncomfortable with that then please just keep scrolling. thank you. i'm not sure how or why this post happened either but.. here we are yknow? that lil shiet has just been bugging me for awhile now and then a week later this happens im...🥺
A/N ...again: I ended up changing it from mystery member to just being straightforward about it so just.. bear with me until I redo the intro to include more detail. Sorry about that 😰
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"I thought you said you could take it, baby boy?" You look down at your boyfriend who was currently across your lap with a teasing grin, clearly enjoying his predicament.
"I- I-" he tries to interject, helplessly wracking his brain for any sort of rebuttal.
"Did I say you could speak?" The sharp raise of your now arched brow conveys more than your short sentence could have ever delivered. Consequently, you deliver another sharp smack to his bottom, continuing his punishment, which had been brought about by yet another one of his disobedient days. Such a brat, really.
"N-No..." you gently enclose your free hand around his neck, ushering his disobedient behavior back on track once again. "No ma'am!" he whines, cute pout on display as he whines desperately. "I'll be a good boy for you, I swear! Please!"
"Please what, baby boy? Use your words for me," you cooed towards him, almost mockingly.
"Please..." he licks at his bottom lip, jutting his glossing pout on proud display, "please fuck me... use me... anything..." He rasps as you pull him up by the hair to look at you in the eyes, a shaky breath escaping from the depths of his soul as you devour his ethereal presence. How did you ever find someone so beautiful in this realm of reality?
Sending one last spank to his supple bottom, you relish in the way his body both moves towards and away from your palm. "Very well then, my beautiful little brat. On your knees." You've been edging the poor boy for at least an hour now, so really, it's no wonder that he's in position for you before you can even begin counting. "If you behave like a good boy tonight, I might even reward you," your smile angelic, though your eyes are anything but. Deviously, you trace his raging hard-on with the tip of your toes, enjoying the way he shuts his eyes and drops his mouth open at the slimmest glimmer of pleasure he's been allowed. "But if you misbehave again, you're not coming for the next week. Understood?"
"Y-Yes ma'am!" he responds, almost in tears at the thought alone, much less after the arduous teasing he's endured tonight. Before anything, you lean down to kiss his supple lips, licking at his mouth with everything you've got, tangling your fingers in the curly tufts of his beautiful silver hair. Pulling away far too soon for either of your liking, you run your thumbs across his jawline and break from your role to ensure safety above all pleasure.
"Safeword?"
"Cloud." A smirk sent his way as he snaps from his daze. "..ma'am! It's still cloud...ma'am," he stutters out, in fear of further punishment.
"Good boy," you reward his quick fix with a kiss to his forehead before reaching behind you for a ribbon, toying with it as you fixate on whether to tie his hands in front of or behind his body tonight. "Heads or tails, baby boy?"
"Uh.." he tilts his head, not unlike a confused puppy. "Heads, ma'am?" an unsure answer rings out in the silence of your eventful night. You nod silently, working to gently but securely tie his hands in front of his body, just enough so that he can't give himself any pleasure.
Your boyfriend eyes you with a sparkle in his eyes, in awe at how effortlessly you complete the task. Truthfully however, the gleam in his doe eyes was moreso because of just how much he loves you, and how grateful he is for how attentive you are to his needs. You were the one who'd asked to let you dom him initially, but from then on it was him who would insist on it becoming more of a regular thing. He simply couldn't get enough of the confidence you exuded in times like these.
You were his drug, and he needed his fix, so what better way that to get his high through this?
Sensing that his mind had drifted elsewhere as he'd stopped squirming and whining, you look back up into his eyes, not expecting your boyfriend to be staring at you so.. lovingly.
"Penny for your thoughts, baby boy?"
"I love you," he just blurts out, chuckling at himself for a moment before you join him.
"Not sure where this is coming from, but I love you too, darling." Another kiss pressed unto his lips, kissing his smile until it parted to kiss you back. The warmth in your chest despite the filth in your recent actions proof enough that you made the right choice. You don't regret one moment from the moment you fell for your best friend, up until this very night. However, the ache between your thighs had yet to be sated, and as much as you wanted to cave, you figured it could wait until the aftercare (noting to give him twice as many cuddles tonight).
Pulling back with a thin line of spit till connecting you both, your grin turns mischievous once again. "But don't think I've forgotten for a second that you're being punished for your behavior tonight. You thought feeling me up at the restaurant was appropriate? In front of all your friends?"
"N-No ma'am! Not at all.. I'm sorry!" his eyes widen at the realization that his punishment was far from over. "I won't do it again!"
"Not sorry enough, I'll say. And if you ever try that again, I'm tying you to the headboard the entire weekend, understood?" Your boyfriend was so desperate he fell for your bluff, instantly straightening his posture to be the epitome of a "good boy".
"I'll do anything, anything at all.. please ma'am, anything but that!" he begs, hoping to get back on your good side, unknowing that your anger had long since subsided.
"Kiss me and make it all better then, baby boy. Apologize like you mean it," your sultry whisper utter sin upon his ears, sitting entirely undressed just inches away from his body that was screaming with desire. You slowly spread your thighs that had been rubbing up against each other, your slick wetness glistening as his throat feels parched at the sight before him. He blinks himself out of yet another daze, unbelieving that the wondrous angel in front of him is also the devil seducing him to ruin. As he gets closer to your heat, his pants become evident on your skin, making goosebumps arise in their wake.
"Don't tease me, baby, it'll only drag our your punishment," you tease, already locking your digits in his hair once again, anticipating the first touch of his tongue. He looks up at you as he makes contact with your nub, watching as your throw you head back, feeling as you grip his hair a little tighter, pull him a little closer. Humming contentedly, he dives right in to work, licking up your folds and sucking harshly at your clit, internally cursing at his useless arms at such a critical time like this. Instead, he decidedly works at your body with his mouth, working such wonders you were sure the other seven in the world suddenly paled in comparison.
"Ah, yes, just like that! Fuck," you cursed under your breath, raggedly breathing out as you bite at your lip, trying and failing to hold your moans in. Instead, you tighten your thighs around his head, fighting to keep your eyes open, only daring to look after he pulls back to catch his own breath, meeting his dangerous gaze with your shocked one.
Somewhere in the mix, you'd forgotten all about maintaining your strict dominance, instead unknowingly giving him some room to wiggle at the reigns, ever the challenging brat that he was and loved to be. He lived for making you make him submit, for every punishment and for every battle. It was so much fun, watching you get all hot in the face, in more ways than one.
"With all due respect ma'am," he shoots you his signature shit-eating grin from down below, clearly worked up by your reactions, even without the use of his hands, "your moans are absolutely gorgeous." He then sucks at your thighs, leaving many a dark bloom in their wake; he's clearly trying to prove a point now, cheeky almost to the point of cocky in the way he licks at your wetness off his lips. "I may even dare to say you're in for the fuck of your life tonight."
And you're just about to give him hell for his sudden brattiness until he goes right back to work, eating you out like a man starved, leaving you unable to come up with anything more coherent than a mutter of "Oh fuck you, Lee Donghyuck!" To which he simply laughs into your folds, sliding his tongue into your wet heat as you miserably yank at his hair, hoping he would somehow go back to behaving (used lightly, as he never truly behaves, save for when his neediness or the stresses of life sent him into subspace).
An intense orgasm builds up in your core and before you can even warn him, your release hits like a ton of bricks, bringing Donghyuck both closer and farther from your body, relishing in your orgasm yet unsure whether the excess of stimulation was something you could currently handle. You had fallen back onto the bed, unmoving for some time it would seem, as you soon hear the shuffling of feet before feeling a shift on the mattress. As best as he can, your boyfriend rests between your legs, attempting to assess your wellbeing.
"I'm fine, Hyuckie, just... that took a hell of a lot out of me," you chuckle, closing your eyes again to avoid the knowing look on his face. He goes to reach for your face, only to realize he can't, as his hands are still bound. Drawing your attention with a soft whine, you follow his gaze, helping to untie him, pressing loving kissed tenderly at his wrists. "Thank you, baby, you did so well for me."
"Can you take one more?" he prods gently, dying to be inside of you, yet not wanting to push your body past its limits.
"Of course, anything for you baby boy. Youu dessrve the bsst orgsmm after that," your words slur a little, still not over the impact on your body. Donghyuck tries to protest as you lay him down and climb over him, hissing as you sit on his length with little to no prep, taking him entirely by surpise. Not that he minded, he was just terrified he wouldn't last long after a night's worth of teasing, on top of getting front row seats to your hell of a release. Little to his knowledge however, that was exactly what you were counting on, ever since your orgasm took so much out of you that you'd begun to feel rather sleepy.
"I give you full permission baby boy. Fuck me." Your statement once again catches him off guard, as he had been a little preoccupied with how tight your velvet walls felt around his weeping cock.
"W-wait wha- aaahh.." And then it clicks. You weren't planning on riding him at all, you simply wanted the illusion of power from being on top, leaving him to do all the work. Donghyuck was no fool, however, and took the opportunity as quickly as he it came. You'd just barely settled against his chest, relishing in the warm feeling of his hands running down your back before feeling him grab at your ass; shutting his eyes as his head was thrown back in pleasure, fucking up into you almost animalistically from sheer need. He felt your blunt nails almost breaking the skin of his shoulders as he bit down on one of your own, pressing kisses in the aftermath of its mark, whimpering the filthiest of curses and singing the sweetest of praises by your ear.
As Donghyuck fervently fought to reach his own release, you felt yourself begin to race him towards your second. So much for punishment, was all you could think, and though the exhaustion on your body was evident, you simply couldn't bring yourself to complain, not when he was making you feel so fucking good.
"I'm so close, I'm gon... I'm.... ahh," he whined, rutting his hips desperately into your own, "please let me cum ma'am... I've been such a good boy for you... please." Surprised didn't even begin to cover your reaction, as you'd assumed all roles had been thrown out the window the second he'd gotten the green light. Nevertheless, your brain was humming with pride as your body thrummed with pleasure.
"Yes you have, you've been so good tonight, I think you deserve to cum. Let go now, give it to me baby boy," you run your hands through his hair, speaking into his forehead as your lower body continues to bounce from the force of his own humping up into you. "Prove that you're all mine," you mouth at his earlobe, moaning into it just to tease him, "fill me up." The final straw snaps upon your words, Donghyuck babbling utter nonsense as he cums, thick, white spurts of his release coating your walls as you finally clench around him, the feeling of his orgasm launching the onset of your own.
He continues to shallowly thrust up into you until neither one of you can take it anymore, squirming and groaning weakly at the overstimulation. You witness the strength leave your boyfriend's body rather dramatically, the way his eyes comically roll back in his head as your bodies slide down the headboard cause a fit of giggles to escape you. Donghyuck half opens his eyes to look at you, making grabby hands for your face as he grows soft inside you now. Carefully, you raise yourself up his body just enough to raise your cheeks in his sweaty palms, enjoying the gentle caress of his calloused fingertips padding across your features.
With a serious of hushed thank yous, he leans forward just enough to shower you with kisses, prompting you to return the gesture. He slips out of you and you make a face as the mixture of your cum slides down your thighs. Thankfully, you'd forseen your laziness and left a towel on your nightstand, and you reach over for it to clean the both of you up. Donghyuck is currently slipping in and out of sleep when you lay beside him, pulling him onto your chest as his arms wrap around your frame. It's times like this when he's asleep, so pure and unadulterated, that you can't help but adore his natural cuteness.
The supple curve of his lips, the gentle curl of his lashes, even his soft groan as he shifts to find a more comfortable position... all of it has you cooing at how delicate he was despite how tough he loves to pretend to be. If only his friends knew just how big of a baby he was around you, you wonder, how interesting would that conversation be.
Deciding to risk it, you simply can't help but place one last kiss to his forehead, softly rubbing at the base of his neck as he stirs, and you go still. Donghyuck simply buries his face into your neck now, pressing even more of his weight into your own, but all you can bring yourself to do is wrap your own around him, rubbing at his back soothingly. "Good night my beautiful boy, you did so well," his sleepy grin tickles the skin near the junction of your shoulder as he mumbles an unintelligible response, and just like that, he's asleep again in no time as you hum softly in reply.
Donghyuck may not always be the best boy, and me may not even a good boy most nights, but he'll always be your favorite boy, and in the end... that's all that really ever mattered.
#nct smut#nct scenarios#nct scenario#haechan scenarios#haechan smut#lee donghyuck scenarios#lee donghyuck smut#00 line smut#not at all what i intended to be my next fic as that m@rk one is still sitting im my drafts and i always swore I'd never write for dream bu#haechan has somehow managed to crawl under my skin as of recently 🥺#so anyway uuhh... I'll just casually let this post and then run away 5ever ok bye#my writing#my posts#longassr1de#longassr1de fics#nct dream#nct 127#nct 127 scenarios#nct dream scenarios
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Provoking Ire
Author’s Note: Originally started out as “Hey, lets write a really short, funny scene with Mei making rude gestures at people!”
~Three thousand words later...~
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“Mei, ya sure ya wanna do this?” Tala handed Mei the practice weapon, frowning slightly. “ ‘Cause ‘m not sure…”
Mei nodded firmly, taking the weapon in hand. It was, essentially, a plank of stout oak, longer than she was tall, with a leather-wrapped handle meant for a two-handed grip.
~Yah. T uses a sword too,~ she added, pointing to her cousin’s sword and shield, currently being guarded by a watchful blue chocobo. ~An’ T practice fights with tall folk, sometimes.~
“Well, yeah. But issa little different! I started learnin' years ago! But Mei has only been learnin' fer a little bit! Maybe gettin’ a few more lessons first would be better…?”
Mei shook her head, expression confident. ~Is fine. Mei wants ta learn like this, Mei learns best like this.~ Shifting her grip a moment, she made a fist with her right hand, and pressed it into her own chest, near her heart. ~T can trust Mei, ok?~
Tala just sighed. “Alright.”
“Yo! You popotoes done dithering yet?” the big Hyur called out, shifting from foot to foot, his own oversized practice blade resting on his shoulder. “I’m a busy man, so if you’re just gonna chicken out, just gimme the gil now so I can get a drink somewhere.”
Both lalas turned towards the speaker. Tala just grimaced in exasperation, while Mei’s eyes narrowed in irritation.
“Is only NOON!” Tala protested with a huff.
The young mercenary laughed. “Yeah, so? In case ya hadn’t noticed, shorty, Gyr Abania is hot. It’s always a good time for a drink.”
The lala just shook her head and turned back to Mei. “Anyroad. Okay, so remember ta watch how he moves. He’s got th’ longer reach, so ya hafta be quicker ‘n ‘im. ‘Specially since ya only got a big wooden stick ta attack an’ defend with.”
~Duh,~ the younger lala scoffed, still focussed more on the cocky mercenary than the advice.
“Hey, is not MY fault ya chose th’ big giant sword ta learn. Issa different kinda sword fightin than mine, so ‘m not able ta help ya wi’ that. But fer basic fightin things, yeah.”
Finally noticing the cause of Mei’s distraction, Tala flicked her cousin’s forehead. Hard.
Mei rubbed at the new bruise. ~Ow.~
“Focus, Mei!”
~Fine,~ she pouted.
“So, one part of fightin I learned from Kori is stuff like this. Sometimes when people are fightin', they can do an’ say dumb things. Like, ta break yer focus, an’ put ya on yer back foot. Kori says, easiest way fer them ta do that, is ta make ya mad. Like, callin lalas popotoes an’ stuff. So dun let ‘im trick ya inta anger, okay?"
The other lala nodded.
“An’ dun forget, YOU can use th’ same trick on ‘im, too. So, like, Kori likes ta shout mean things at ‘em. Callin’ ‘em names, tellin ‘em ta stuff their, uh, stuff inta their own backsides, ‘n things.”
Mei raised an eyebrow. ~Oh? So how ‘bout T? What does T do?~
Tala flushed slightly. “Umm… well… a-anyroad. Even if ya can’t yell at ‘im,’m sure ya can come up wi’ somethin.”
After a moment, the younger lala just grinned wickedly.
“Yo, seriously! Any time now?”
Recognizing her cousin’s mischievous expression, Tala sighed. “Just dun make ‘im TOO mad, okay? I’d hate ta get run outta town fer bustin' 'is face wi’ my shield.”
The man scoffed. “I’d like to see ya try it, shorty!”
~No promises,~ Mei retorted, gripping the practice blade in both hands as she turned to face her current "tutor."
“FI-nally! Alright, pipsqueak, let’s get started…”
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The sounds of heavy clashing wood filled the air of the small sparring yard.
It was stupid. The whole thing was just dumb. Starting with a pair of novices, sizing each other up at the small town's only training dummy. Some unsolicited criticism first, then some rude gestures and snippy commentary in return, dutifully translated by a reluctant Tala. And now this -- a "friendly" challenge and wager.
Tala was clearly against it, but could only watch anxiously from the sidelines.
So far, Mei was doing remarkably well at holding her own, despite the fresh welts and bruises both combatants were now sporting. It seemed Mei did learn quickly when thrown into the fire. Especially since her opponent was a little impatient. And not used to facing opponents so much shorter than himself.
Mei was also exceptionally good at taking advantage of that. And at being a brat about it.
The lala ducked under a wide slash, then managed to counter with an upward swing that seemed almost impossible with such a large sword. The Hyur jumped back, but not quick enough -- the blunted wooden tip managed to clip him. He fell back with a curse, clutching his left forearm.
But Mei quickly stepped forward in pursuit, switching her grip and leaping up to deliver an overhead strike. The man barely managed to adjust his own practice blade to block, grunting at the force of the blow. A little unnerved, pulled back again, blade ready to guard.
“Shit!” he spat, tensing his arm, the pain still pulsing like a jagged flame, flaring to the beat of his own heart. “What the hell!”
Mei smirked and relaxed her stance, settling her sword against her shoulder and beckoning with one hand. The insult needed no translation.
~Bring it.~
His eyes narrowed. “You’re a spicy little popoto, ain’t ya,” he sneered in response, grip tightening in anger. “Looks like I’ll have ta stomp ya back into the dirt a bit!”
Both lalas blinked in momentary confusion, trying to make any kind of sense of that. But when the man charged forward with a roar, Mei set herself for another clash.
He attempted an overhead strike of his own, intending to smack the uppity lala on the head in retribution. But Mei angled her blade to deflect most of the power of the swing and side-stepped, letting his own momentum continue to carry him forward. As his sword made contact with the dirt, she managed to spin around, slapping his butt with the flat of her own weapon. With a yelp of surprise, he lost his balance and fell.
Face first.
He lay there for a moment in stunned silence, before scrambling to his feet again.
“You little…”
Suddenly, the energy in the air shifted. Like an abrupt drop in temperature, or a sudden shadow obscuring the sun. Where before there was an atmosphere of begrudging parity and competition, now there was an invisible miasma of sheer malice.
And for just a moment, it seemed the tall Hyur’s eyes glowed an inhuman red…
He lunged forward, much quicker than before. Mei managed to barely block the first wild blow, but couldn’t move fast enough to avoid the second. Or the third. With a gasp, the wooden blade fell from her hands, pain resonating through her arm.
The fourth blow hit her in the stomach driving her to her knees, gasping for air. Wincing, she just barely managed to duck and roll out of the way from the fifth strike. She crouched to get back to her feet, only to be met with a boot to the face. Mei flew back, landing on her back with a dull thud in a small cloud of dust.
“Got anything else, runt?” she heard him growl menacingly. Blinking, Mei made out the blurry dark shape looming over her. Belligerently, she replied with a bloody smirk -- and a single shaking middle finger.
“You little…” the dark shape raised his oversized blade up high…
...and winced when a heavy coin pouch struck him in the face.
“THA’S ENOUGH! Ya won yer stupid bet, now take yer coin an’ BACK OFF!” Tala yelled, brandishing a make-shift broken broomstick handle. “Or ya really WILL get a shield ta th’ face!”
"Yeah? How ya gonna reach that high, shorty? Stepladder?"
"Nah, 'm just go gonna kick ya inna crotch ta bring yer ugly arse-face closer. Might need a jeweler's loup ta find yer itty bitty manhood, though."
"...what…?"
"Jeweler's loup? Ya know, th' thing goldsmiths use fer lookin at really small stuff? Spirits, are ya stupid too, an’ nae just ugly? ‘M feeling sorry fer yer Mum."
“Shut up, or I’ll show you ugly,” he snarled, stalking towards the shorter lala -- and subsequently away from the one laying prone on the ground.
“Ya dun gotta get closer, yer ugly face is PLENTY UGLY e’en from REALLY FAR ‘WAY!”
Mei wanted to keep watching, but her eyes were just... so... heavy. The last thing she saw was the Hyur charging her cousin’s much-smaller form in the distance.
Then darkness enfolded her in its soft embrace, and consciousness faded away.
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There was something loud going on. Mei wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it was loud. And annoying. And she was tired. Really tired. She just wanted to sleep a little more.
But as the noise went on and on and on, she realized that, as tired as she was, she wasn’t going to get that sleep right now. And that she was also not very comfortable right now. The floor was too hard, too dusty, and too hot. And something feathery hovering over her, cooing softly but insistently in her ear. Reluctantly, she managed to open her eyes, frowning against both the brightness of the sun, and at the pain echoing through her body.
She groaned silently as she tried to sit up. A blue feathered head helped support her.
“Kweh!” the chocobo scolded her softly, even as she felt healing energies continuing to flow from him into her battered face, easing some of the pain. Mei recognized Stalwart, her cousin’s blue chocobo companion, and gave him a little pat in thanks. She then turned her bleary attention to the source of all the yelling.
If she could, she would have laughed.
The big Hyur, the one she had been sparring with, lay in a heap nearby -- face clearly bruised and a little bloody. His nose was obviously very broken, and he may have lost a tooth or two. A healer in robes seemed to be tending his wounds. Another man, a Hyur, older and somewhat resembling the one bemoaning his smashed face, was standing over Tala, hands on his hips, yelling angrily.
Tala just glared back up at him defiantly, arms crossed. Despite one swollen eye, she was clearly unrepentant.
And finally, an armored miquo’te stood somewhat between them both, tail twitching ever-so-slightly. The manner of his stance and the state of his armor indicated he held some level of rank, as well as respect, in the small settlement.
“So,” the first man sneered. “What yer saying is, young Stefan here beat the little brat there in a spar, so YOU beat him up? Yourself?”
“No,” Tala corrected. “He baited her inta a wager. One he knew he’d win. Prolly ‘cause ‘es a lot bigger ‘n her, an’ also ‘cause he has more trainin’ too. But she managed ta get th’ drop on ‘im. He got ‘is feelins hurt, so got mad an’ beat her near ta unconscious. I tole ‘im ta take ‘is winnings an’ go, but he was gonna hit her again. THAT’S why I stepped in. Wouldnae been needed, if he hadnae got so mad an’ stupid.”
“Riiiiight. Short little runt like you managed to beat my boy Stefan with a broom handle.”
“Nope. Broom handle was mostly fer distraction. I just kicked ‘im inna crotch, then bashed ‘im inna face wi’ my shield,” she gestured to the round shield at her back with a thumb. “I e’en tole ‘im I was gonna do it, afore I did. Isnae my fault he didnae listen.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Khalynn, but the battering to his face wasn’t caused by just one hit,” the healer spoke up, continuing her healing duties.
The miquo’te looked at the lala inquisitively.
“Oh, yeah,” she shrugged. “He kept gettin back up an’ chargin in, so I had ta bash him inna face a few more times. Again, isnae my fault he's stupid. Oh, an’ ya might wanna get some ice fer ‘is crotch, too. I mighta stepped on ‘im a bit.”
Both men winced slightly, but the miquo’te’s lips twitched upward in hidden amusement.
“My boy has been training for over a year!” the man yelled. “He’s a good recruit, shows good promise with the greatsword! There’s no way…”
“Your boy,” Tala cut in sharply, “is undisciplined an’ too easily provoked. Also maybe a bit unscrupuled, ta be settin’ up wagers wi’ beginners, yeah? So maybe ya should teach ‘im better.”
“And who are YOU to lecture me, runt?”
“Miss Khalynn is recognized as a free paladin,” the miquo'te noted dryly. “She was also a volunteer in the healer’s division of the Twin Adders. And now she leads a small but honorable free company.”
The lala in question coughed, looking slightly uncomfortable.
“HAH! THIS runt? A paladin?”
Tala huffed, blue eyes glinting. “If ya want, I can bash YER face in wi’ my shield, too.”
“That’s enough, Dorian,” the miquo’te stated firmly. “Upon my honor, I assure you Miss Khalynn is indeed a free paladin. Unless you doubt me?”
The man immediately backed off. “No, of course not, Rakhal. You’re a man of yer word, and all. But, still, how…?”
“What, did you never witness Pipin Tarupin fight on the Bloodsands? Size does not count for everything.” Rakhal shook his head. “Now, back to the matter at hand. Miss Khalynn, do you swear to your earlier statement?”
Straightening, Tala nodded. “Aye, is truth. I give ya my word, upon my honor.”
The miquo’te nodded as well, then turned to the healer. “And Lucinne, what say you?”
The elezen woman looked up. “Well, the story plays out with what I witnessed when I got here. THIS one,” she poked her now bandaged patient, “was getting the snot beat out of him by Miss Khalynn. While THAT one, “she points to Mei, the lala in red being propped up by a blue chocobo “was laid out on the ground, with a boot print across her face. Her nose was smashed in, badly. Also there was deep bruising of her abdomen, and several nasty welts on her arms and face. Had to do a little conjury to heal her up a bit, but switched over to THIS one once Miss Khalynn was done with him.”
“Why didn’t ya heal my nose?” the young merc whined, gently nursing his bandaged nose.
The healer just snorted. “Because you’re a bully and an ass, Stefan. And it was about time someone put you in your place.”
“Now look here...” the bigger Hyur started angrily.
“No, YOU listen here!” Lucinne replied, just as hotly. “I’ve been out here in Gyr Albania since the breeching of Baelsar’s Wall. I’ve seen plenty of folk from all sorts of free companies pass through these lands. Some looking to help out restoring and reclaiming the land. Some looking to earn a quick gil. I know a thing or two about people. And Dorian, your boy is a bully. Like Miss Khalynn said, teach him better!”
With an angry huff, the healer gathered her things and left.
“Well then, I guess that settles things, then,” Rakhal decided. “Unless, of course, you have any further objections, Dorian?”
The big man mumbled something under his breath, but shook his head.
“What about my winnings?” Stefan whined.
At that the big man growled and hauled the injured young man to his feet by the collar, “Shut yer face, boy! If you think you’re good enough ta be showing off your blade skills, we’ll just have ta put ya to the test, right? Be ready fer more training tomorrow! At dawn!”
The two lalas and one miquo’te watched the big man drag the younger one away.
“I almost feel sorry for the kid,” he noted.
~Mei doesn’t!~
Tala laughed, earning a puzzled look from the armored warrior. She shook her head. “Issa bit long ta ‘xplain, Kal. But this is my cousin, Mei.”
He bowed politely. “A pleasure, Miss Mei. I am Rakhal'sae Moui, a free paladin like Miss Khalynn here. In fact, I trained with her for a time.”
Assisted by Stalwart, Mei had come closer to the chatting pair, and nodded back. The chocobo had healed most of her wounds by now, and she only had a slight headache. Nothing a good night’s rest and a good meal wouldn’t fix up. She nodded at the paladin politely, then glanced at her cousin to translate.
“Kal!” the other lala protested. “Ya know is just Tala. Dun start th’ ‘Miss Khalynn’ stuff again! An’ Mei says, ‘Is nice ta meetcha, too’ ”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Um, she can’t talk. But I can understand her. Kinda.”
“This sounds like an interesting story. Maybe you can share it over a nice meal?” he held up the pouch of gil that had been all but forgotten in the scramble.
Surprising everyone, Stalwart nimbly snatched it out of his hand. He prodded Mei gently until she extended an open palm, then plopped the pouch into her grasp.
“Well, guess Stal agrees,” Tala chuckled. “Lead th’ way, Kal.”
As they followed along, Tala turned to her cousin. “So, didya learn anythin’ from that mess?”
Mei smirked. ~Yah. T is REALLY good at makin’ insults.~
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A.N. 2: So originally, the plan was for Mei to be a Black Mage for DPS, with Dark Knight as a tanking job on the side, showing how Tala and Mei are kind of opposites -- White Mage to Black Mage, and Paladin to Dark Knight.
However, game-play wise, I rediscovered that I am in fact BAD at Black Mage, and DRK tanking just… didn’t feel right for me as a player somehow.
Luckily with Stormblood came Red Mage, a DPS class I was much more suited for. And with Shadowbringers, Mei was able to finally find a tank class that works - Gunbreaker. It’s been a lot of fun so far.
(And, thematically, having both Tala and Mei become primarily RDMs changed the focus on the cousins as well, but anyway…)
So in this story, which takes place a little bit after the close of “Greetings and Farewells,” Mei is trying to learn how to Dark Knight. Or at least, how to use the giant two-handed sword taller than she is. I know that the skills for the job have changed, and I’m no longer sure if Provoke was a thing for DRKs way back then, but I’m going with it anyway.
Also, to clarify - Mei is mute, but has the ability to "speak" with Tala telepathically. And like with spoken words, Mei can also convey a lot of emotions through the tone of these silent communications. Tala can sometimes project some emotions back through their link, but cannot manage to convey actual words.
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The Afternoon Still Shines (Even After You’re Gone)
Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Characters: APH Belarus (Natalya Arlovskaya), APH South Korea (Im Yong Soo), APH Russia (Ivan Braginsky), APH Ukraine (Yekaterina “Kat”).
Pairing: KorBela [South Korea x Belarus]
Summary: In which Natalya learns to love while she can.
Author’s Note: Let me apologize in advance for this. I’m so sorry. I made myself cry writing this and one of my proof readers cried while reading it. Angst ahead.
Natalya doesn’t remember much from the wreck.
She’s in the passenger seat with her earbuds in, only half listening to whatever song comes on her phone’s shuffle. Yekaterina is driving and Ivan is sitting in the back, directly behind the eldest sibling. In her defense, Natalya still isn’t sure how she managed to convince her brother to let her ride in the front seat instead of him. Her siblings are talking about something, though Natalya isn’t sure what. She’s not particularly watching their surroundings go by, lost in thought, though she’s thinking about nothing.
They stop at a red light and Kat leans forward to turn the radio up, pressing the gas as the light turns green. Natalya hears Ivan’s shout, even through her earbuds; she turns her head towards her siblings.
Headlights blind her, and everything goes black.
--
Natalya wakes to the sound of sirens. She’s only vaguely aware of all the sounds around her; her head is pounding and her left leg feels like it’s on fire. Suddenly, she’s aware that she’s upside down, held up only by her seatbelt. Her ears are ringing and the vision in her right eye is still dark; the sensory input of the lights and shouting is overwhelming.
“Yekaterina,” she croaks, “Ivan.”
“She’s awake!”
Natalya doesn’t recognize the voice. It hurts to turn her head. She sees Ivan first, curled in and limp. She only sees the awkward angle his leg is at before the flashing lights make her avert her gaze to Yekaterina. Her sister is still, blood dripping from her face and knuckles scraping the roof of the car, but her eyes are open.
“Kat,” she tries again, louder, struggling with her seatbelt.
Her sister doesn’t answer.
--
The paramedics tow Natalya, kicking and screaming, out of the car.
“Died on impact,” they’re saying.
Natalya wishes she hadn’t overheard. She loses consciousness again when they’re loading her and Ivan into ambulances.
--
When she comes to again, she feels numb, save for the pounding in her head. Her left leg is bound in a cast and she still can’t see out of her right eye. It’s disorienting and makes her feel dizzy, but it’s nothing in comparison to the emptiness in her chest. She clutches at the fabric of the hospital gown she’s in, making sure there’s not really a hole in her chest.
Yekaterina.
Everything hits her again, all at once; the wreck, the aftermath, the paramedics’ words. Her sister is dead. Natalya’s heart wrenches.
It should have been me.
--
Natalya finds out, three days later, that she’s the least injured. A concussion, a broken leg, loss of sight in one eye. Yekaterina died on impact, and Ivan is still in a critical state - broken leg, shattered forearm, fractured ribs, concussion. The nurses tell her that he hasn’t woken up yet - a coma, they’re thinking, but the doctors haven’t confirmed anything yet. A car in the intersection had run the red light and collided with them on Yekaterina and Ivan’s side.
For the first time in a while, Natalya cries.
--
They let her visit Ivan two days later. She refuses the nurse’s help and stubbornly wheels herself there. She wants crutches, but the nurses keep insisting on the wheelchair - at least for now. When she gets there, she only struggles a bit to get the door open and goes in.
Ivan is still and pale, wrapped up in casts and IV cords. There’s an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, but she’s relieved by the steady rise and fall of his chest. His expression is blank; Natalya reaches forward to touch his face.
“Where have you gone, big brother?”
I need you.
She holds his hand until the nurses come and usher her out.
--
Natalya meets Im Yong Soo in the downstairs cafeteria.
He’s rolling an IV pole beside him, though he doesn’t seem to care much for it, and there’s two nurses on his heels, talking quickly and trying to gesture him one way. He’s adamant for the vending machines, it seems, and the women exchange a worried look.
Natalya’s gaze darts away. She’s still thinking about Ivan and Yekaterina - there hasn’t been any change in Ivan’s state, but Natalya has been neglecting herself and she knows her brother wouldn’t be happy if he woke and she’d starved herself sick again. Hospital food is terrible, but she supposes it’s better than nothing.
She doesn’t exactly meet Yong Soo. It’s more of a collision. He comes up on her right side; she’s still not used to the lack of sight on that side - her hair is draped over her eye lately - and his abrupt, loud voice startles her. She flinches and twists abruptly. The response is a yelp; the boy - who couldn’t be any more than a year older than her - nearly trips over his own IV when he stumbles back, blinking rapidly.
“Holy shi-”
“Language, Yong Soo!” One of the nurses crosses over immediately.
“But her hair!” He whines, as the two escort him away. “It’s so long, I just full on got bit-”
“Yong Soo.”
“-slapped by it!”
Natalya stays still, balancing carefully on her crutch as their voices fade down the hall.
--
A week later, the doctors tell her she’ll be discharged within the month. She’s recovering quickly from her injuries; they can’t do much else. Ivan will stay - there hasn’t been any change in his comatose condition.
She’ll be alone.
And god, she’s terrified.
--
“Hey!”
Natalya doesn’t stop, but somehow, he manages to catch up anyway. Yong Soo falls into step beside her, grinning.
“You’re that girl that bitch-slapped me with your hair, right? Where are you going?”
“My brother’s room,” Natalya replies simply, hoping the answer will make him go away.
It doesn’t. He keeps following her.
“Oh,” he says, grinning sheepishly, “well, uh, sorry about startling you before.”
Natalya whirls awkwardly on her crutch. It irritates her that she can’t maintain the usual effect she has, not while she’s like this. She fixes her good eye on him, narrowed, and raises her free hand to jab one finger at him. He goes cross eyed to look at it, leaning back a tiny bit. Briefly, she notes that he looks healthy - why is he here?
“Listen,” she growls, “you didn’t scare me. Step off.”
He doesn’t follow her after that.
--
That evening, she sits with Ivan and talks to him about everything. She tells him about the wreck, about Yekaterina’s death, about her injuries, about Yong Soo and the nurses and all of the other patients she sees about the hospital. She tells him she’ll be discharged soon, and then she can only see him during visiting hours. She tells him that she doesn’t want to be alone.
Ivan doesn’t answer.
The next day, she sees Yong Soo again and apologizes to him quietly in passing.
--
“I’m Yong Soo.”
Natalya stares at his hand for a long time, and then lifts her gaze back up to his face. He’s wearing a striped beanie over his dark hair; it looks ridiculous with his hospital clothes. He’s gazing back with wide, curious eyes and a slightly tipped head. She doesn’t take his hand, but nods.
“I know.”
Confusion flickers in his gaze. “You-? Oh, oh. The nurses. Right. I almost forgot about that.”
Something rises in the hollowness that’s settled into her chest recently - amusement. “I’m Natalya,” she tells him, and carries on.
--
“Yong Soo,” she asks him, the day before she’s being discharged, when she finds him downstairs again, “what are you in here for?”
He’s wearing a different beanie - a black one with Tokyo Ghoul printed across the band in white lettering and a white puff at the top. Almost absently, he adjusts it on his head and smiles a smile that doesn’t quite touch his eyes.
“Oh, you know, reasons.”
She doesn’t push the subject anymore.
--
The next day, Yong Soo sees her off.
“You’ll come back, right?” He asks, softly.
Natalya pretends not to notice how morose he looks.
--
Natalya visits daily to see Ivan. He’s getting thin; it’s odd to her, seeing him so small and vulnerable, lacking his coat and scarf. They’re hanging up by the door - the hospital staff already got the blood stains out. She wants to take them home, but she knows Ivan will want them when he wakes, so she decides it’s best to just leave it. As always, she tells him about everything he’s missing. She tells him about her discharge, about Yong Soo, about how hard it is to go home to an empty house. She tells him how she misses him and how she misses Yekaterina.
She tells him that she can’t cry anymore, but Ivan still doesn’t answer. His fingers are cold. Natalya watches the slow rise and fall of his chest for half an hour, before she finally leaves the room.
--
Natalya doesn’t see Yong Soo for the next few days. A part of her wonders where he’s gone; she doesn’t know which room he’s in.
--
“I looked for you,” Natalya says, when she finds Yong Soo by the first floor windows.
His eyes are closed, face turned up to the sunlight. She realizes, abruptly, how pale he is. His red beanie is bright against his skin and the bits of dark hair that poke out from beneath it.
“Sorry,” he tells her, “but I’m glad you came back.”
Natalya is suddenly aware that his eyes aren’t black, but a soft, dark brown. It’s fitting.
--
Yong Soo doesn’t tell her where his room is and Natalya doesn’t ask. She finds him sometimes, in the hall or by the windows or in the cafeteria. Lately, he looks tired, withered, but without fail, he always smiles that broad smile of his when he sees her. It makes her heart stir in her chest and she isn’t sure how much she appreciates that
Natalya is getting used to being half blind now, but Yong Soo is still careful not to come up on her blind side. She appreciates it more than she’ll say. He wears different beanies every day and talks about his huge family a lot, but Natalya hasn’t ever seen any of them. She can tell by his words that he cares for them, though. It makes her think of her own family - she’d been close to her siblings.
She’s still mourning Yekaterina - she doesn’t think she’ll ever quite stop - but Yong Soo gives her a sort of light, like her own personal sun. She won’t admit how grateful she is for his presence, but sometimes, he almost seems to understand.
He’s laughing at something, a joke, perhaps, when it happens. His laugh stutters, falters, twists. Suddenly, he’s half hacking, shoulders trembling, hyperventilating. Yong Soo doubles over and slides to one knee, clutching at his chest, at his throat, at his stomach, lips parted and eyes wide. Natalya freezes, and it isn’t until his pale blue beanie slips off that she finally shrieks for a nurse.
She can’t catch his eye before he’s swept away in an overwhelming gaggle of people and voices.
--
She doesn’t see Yong Soo again for a week. Natalya spends the time visiting Ivan and searching the halls so she can return the beanie he’d lost. After a while, she just slides it on.
It’s comforting.
--
“Im Yong Soo,” Natalya tells the woman at the front counter.
The woman looks startled, but looks down at her computer. “Im Yong Soo? He’s in the cancer ward… Room 16B.”
--
“I wish you didn’t have to see me like this,” Yong Soo smiles painfully.
Natalya braces her palm against the door frame. He’s hooked up to more wires than she cares to count and an oxygen mask, but he’s okay, and she’s beyond relieved. She crosses towards him, eyebrows pinched.
“Idiot,” she says, sinking down in the seat near the bed, “I don’t care what you look like.”
--
He’s bedridden until further notice. Natalya sees the way it makes him restless. He spends a long time staring out of the window, twisting his hands, fiddling with his blanket and the multiple woven bracelets around his wrists. She sees it in the way he shifts and twists, talks either too much or too little, sees it in the way his shoulders seem to curl in towards his chest. He’s too free for this body he’s stuck in.
“Yong Soo,” she starts, “why didn’t you tell me before?”
He smiles then, bitterly. “Who knows?”
--
The next time she sees him, Yong Soo is wearing an orange beanie, pulled low over his forehead. He keeps biting his lip and adjusting it, uncomfortably, and fidgeting. Natalya finally questions him about it when she’s leaving.
“I started chemotherapy,” he tells her. “I had to shave my hair.”
She wishes he wouldn’t look so dejected.
The next day she comes with her hair cut to her chin and his blue beanie on, and she almost smiles when Yong Soo lights up like a beacon.
--
For a while, things are as okay as they’re going to get. She spends her time visiting Ivan and Yong Soo. Sometimes, she’s not allowed to see Yong Soo - it leaves her feeling like something’s missing.
She knows she shouldn’t let herself get this close to him. But she also knows it’s far too late.
The next time she sees him, he’s gazing blankly at the wall. His beanie, a black one today, is resting on the side table. It’s the first time she’s seen him without it lately - sure enough, all his hair is shaved off, leaving mildly patchy black spots across his scalp. It isn’t until Natalya clears her throat that he straightens abruptly, twisting, staring at her through wide eyes.
“Nat!” He yelps, reaching for his beanie. “I didn’t know you were coming- I- Ah, shi-”
Natalya slowly sits down on the bed beside him, touching his wrist. “It’s okay, Yong Soo,”
Yong Soo stares at her through wide, sunken eyes. He looks exhausted. Finally, his shoulders drop and he releases the beanie, sliding his hand silently into hers. Natalya does not pull away; instead, she laces her fingers between his.
“Sometimes,” he admits, voice soft, “I think I still remember what it was like. Before… Well, y’know.”
She understands the silent words hanging in the room.
It’s too quiet in here, too dark. The curtains are drawn.
Yong Soo is trembling. She sees him crying before she hears it, watches silent tears roll down his cheeks. How long has he been hurting?
She doesn’t speak, just holds him close and allows him to bury his face into her shoulder. Natalya’s fingers rest at the back of his neck and she turns to rest her forehead against the top of his head, eyes closed.
They stay like that for a long time.
--
Natalya brings him sunflowers the next time she visits. She sets them by the window and turns. He’s just gaping at her, eyes wide and lips parted. He smiles, then, something that finally reaches his eyes.
Natalya, sitting in the chair by his bed again, abruptly realizes how much she’d missed that smile.
“I think I’m in love with you,” Yong Soo tells her, laughing.
Natalya reaches out and traces her fingers over the veins on his thin hand. “Don’t say things like that,” she whispers.
Yong Soo watches her for the rest of her visit, but she doesn’t meet his gaze.
--
The next day, Natalya doesn’t really pause to think it through when she leans down and kisses him. This time, she smiles until she’s out the door at the sight of his gaping expression.
--
Natalya doesn’t like how thin his hands have become.
Yong Soo is asleep when she comes in, but Natalya sits quietly and takes his hand, scared that it will break between her fingers. He stirs, then, very slowly curling his fingers between hers. He can’t squeeze her hand.
His breathing is slow, shuddering, and she can barely hear him over the sound of the oxygen mask.
“There’s more to life than moving, Nat,” he tells her, “so it’s okay to not always be chasing some horizon.”
Her shoulders tremble. Yong Soo falls silent then, and his grip on her hand loosens gradually. He fixes his gaze on some point in the distance, closes his eyes.
She’s not even aware of the flatline of the heart monitor until a nurse comes in and gently ushers her out. Natalya had thought she’d run out of tears.
(Time stops short, and they all crash into it in one graceless dive.)
--
She’s by his bedside when Ivan finally wakes up.
“Big brother,” she whispers, and her voice cracks pitifully.
“Natalya. You cut your hair,” he says, voice quiet from disuse, staring at her through wide eyes.
“I missed you so much,” Natalya tells him.
When she cries again, sobs turning to hiccups and visible shaking, Ivan only pulls her close and hums a lullaby.
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