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hee0soo · 17 days

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Bumps and Paws

Pairing — ChoiSanxafab!Reader

Summary — A pregnancy brings many unknown things with itself but what you didn't expect was Byeol becoming this attached...

Genre — fluff, established Realationship, Idol!Au

Warnings — pregnancy, mentions of nausea

Wordcount — 1.2k

Rating — pg-13

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

When you had first met San all those years ago, you hadn't thought much about the future. Still in university and working 2 jobs on the side were enough to keep your mind from wandering that far and going on dates was certainly nothing you wanted to think about while exam season was right around the corner!

You weren't prepared for the bright smiles and cheeky winks the small boy getting coffee for what seemed like an army threw at you and you certainly weren't prepared for being asked out on a hectic day during rush hour that had you stammering a shocked, "Yes?" and the little skip in the boys step as he left the café you worked at only to realize that he didn't have a way to contact you and run back in in panic.

If you were to be honest with yourself, the awkward and still somehow charming boy had managed to break through the chains you had locked your heart with in the span of mere seconds that day. You weren't one to believe in love at the first sight but something that day made you think that maybe it wasn't entirely impossible...

It wasn't always easy. Between his admitting to being a trainee at a small label, long nights of studying, working and barely being able to see each other with his hectic schedule once his group made it's debut and keeping everything a secret, there had been times where you thought letting him go would be for the best. Times where you had told him to move on even if it broke your heart and times where he had looked at you, eyes swimming with tears, telling you that he didn't want to move on without you.

But now, years later, you were settled down. A apartment you shared with the man who had almost grown twice in size compared to back then, a cuddly cat that seemed to love you more then it's original owner, and a baby on the way!

Not what you had dared to think about all those years ago.

While you were ecstatic upon finding out about the little peanut growing inside of you, now, almost 6 months in you were ready to smack your boyfriend for doing this to you! Swollen feet, nausea and cravings that sometimes scared you were only some of the struggles you faced as of now. And that at a state where you still were able to move without do many difficulties.

However the thing that caused you the most stress was the amount of times you had to pee!

Finding a position on your couch that was 100% comfortable proved to be nearly impossible with the little bean seemingly tap dancing on your bladder and sending you on your way to the bathroom only to repeat the process not to long after again.

San found the whole thing incredibly amusing. The pout he received at the hushed giggles causing a flood of kisses to be peppered over your face as you sat there in the living room, dressed in his shirt that seemed much to big even with the bump and a pair of sweatpants that was also his. The TV being completely forgotten as you pretend glared at your bare belly and the cat that had it's nose resting on it. Shirt tucked up and secured under your boobs do make sure it didn't drop while the feline purred against your skin.

"You know, I can already tell that the two of you will be a menace to society if you keep making me pee!" you huffed, hand stroking over Byeols head gently.

San snorted to himself. He had watched and listened for a while from his place next to you while your body melted against his.

Byeol let out a meow as if she disagreed with the statement wholeheartedly. She closed her eyes, purrs vibrating against your belly and enjoying the pets you gave her.

The cat had become somewhat of a shadow ever since you got pregnant I following you around wherever you went. Beit the kitchen where she always managed to convince you do give her a treat, the bed where she usually prefered the presence of your boyfriend or the bathroom where she meowed so loud in front of the door until you caved and let her inside.

You swore that you could see a proud gleam in the animals eyes and that it wasn't just something you imagined!

No matter where you went, Byeol was there too.

Sanfound the new behavior more then hilarious, cooing over his girl guarding his girl. At least until the feline had chosen to turn on him, hissing and batting the offending hand of his away from your / her/ bump. It wasn't serious. Byeol never actively using her claws or teeth to nibble on his hand, but the shock on San's face was more then enough to produce an evil cackle from you.

Her newest antic however you didn't know what do think of. On one side it was cute to see the cat drying to communicate with the peanut growing inside you, on the other hand you really didn't appreciate having your bladder kicked and be played with!

And that's what was happening daily ever since Byeol had understood that whatever had changed in you could kick. It was almost like a game of tag, only that neither the baby nor the cat had any intentions of moving away. Starting with the babys food kicking outwards to be seen from the outside. The poor cat had been so startled that she had fallen of the couch in shock. However once Byeol had gotten used to the movement of your belly, it a nickly developed into said game.

And so you found yourself in your current predicament. Byeol tapping against your stomach with her paw, ce moment of silence, and then a kick from the baby. The two could play like this forever it felt like. At least until a particular hard kickor punch send you running to the bathroom!

"Come on, it's cute! Byeol-ah is just being a good big sister to the little bean. Wantingtoget to know her and play," San chuckled against the side of your head, his hand playing with the strap of your top. "And you can't tell me that you don't think the same."

You hummed quietly. "But do they have to do it on my bladder? I'm way to comfy to get up now..." Scratching Byeols ear you scrunched your nose.

San ever the loving boyfriend kissed your temple. "But where would be the fun in that?"

He leaned over to get closer to your growing belly, his finger tapping against where he had just seen a movement of the skin only to receive an enthusiastic punch as an answer.

You smiled softly.

"Are you being mean to your mommy? Not letting her restin peace, but playing with your sister?" He mumbled against the bump.

A kick from the baby.

A kiss from the proud baby daddy.

And a tap against San's head from Byeol.

"Yah! Byeol-ah! That's my bump! Let me talk to my baby!" San complained, faking insult.

Byeol looked unimpressed and hit him again on the head before purring loudly to rub her head against your stomach.

"I don't think she agrees on that, Sannie."

Sulking he came back up. His mouth suddenly being against yours in a loving kiss.

"I don't care, you and the bean are mine!"

#cromernet #wonderlandnet #cultofdionysusnet #ateez #choi san #san #choi san x reader #choi san x y/n #choi san x you #san x reader #san x y/n #san x you #choi san imagines #san imagines #ateez imagines #choi san fluff #divider by cafekitsune

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thealogie · 3 months

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picture this. you're michael sheen, beloved queer-friendly welsh actor and recent twilight saga vampire. you want your favorite book to become a tv show, and you want to be the lead. so what do you do? you befriend the author. he wines and dines you, you become a confidant in the scriptwriting phase. and in the process of the GO script you decide you don't want to be crowley, actually, you want to be aziraphale. you put in the work for months to influence the author to the same conclusion. so when neil gaiman comes to you one day saying, "i know you joined on to be crowley... but how would you feel about playing aziraphale?" you say, what a novel idea! i was feeling the same way, i just didn't want to say anything! let's do it.

you're michael sheen, the lead in the adaptation of your favorite book. you meet david tennant as your leading man, a rising star (and vocal fan of yours) you've had a few vague interactions with in the past. on set you immediately find the closest friend you have ever and will ever find in your life, and you know this. the romance you have in your (yes, your) show is ambiguous, but you're michael sheen. you think that romance needs to be explicit. so what do you do? you become a nightmare on set. you get really hands-on; you make costume choices, you make story decisions, you tell your author friend at the very end of filming: aziraphale is in love with crowley and realizes it in 1941. now go do it again.

so the author goes and does it again. you get a season 2. you get 1941 part 2. you're michael sheen, and you are the lead of the adaptation of your favorite book, and the romance you littered into the character you built from the ground up has become unambiguous. everything goes according to plan. but, you see, you have a problem: the author you have baby trapped is acting a FIEND on twitter and tumblr. he's saying everything he can to imply aziraphale and crowley aren't sexually attracted to each other. he's getting a bit too bold with his character assumptions, is all i'm saying. so here's what you're going to do: you play it up with your pal david tennant. you made a show with him during lockdown. you're going to depict your lives as even more intertwined and homoerotically codependent as previously possible. you grow even closer. your wives become best friends, too, because how could they not? this has been the plan since the beginning, too. your lockdown show ends. it wasn't enough.

so you, michael sheen, of course you put in the work. if david tennant's there, you're damn sure you're there physically, spiritually, biblically, in whatever capacity you can be. it's not hard. david tennant is a big fan of yours, after all, so he MAKES SURE you're always in the conversation. you have him wrapped around your little finger, this lovely little boy, and so you know what you do next? you become neighbors. you make your directorial debut casting your best friend's wife watching her husband and male neighbor initiate sex with each other. you play into the swinging rumors (that you, michael sheen, had started). you create a narrative that you and david tennant are two homoerotic besties, and is there more going on in the background there? any deeper conspiracy? who really knows, but what you do know is that the world is talking about it.

and you, michael sheen, your entire acting career has led to this moment, your gay quips, your oscar wilde sex scene (and the interviews following), all of your queer roles, EVERYTHING has brought us to this conclusion. you have created the lab perfect conditions where season 3 must have an explicit gay sex scene. i'm sorry neil, my hands are tied! the people are clamoring for me and david tennant to have sex-- i mean aziraphale and crowley to have sex, the public decided this all on their own! i really don't think you have much choice. but of course, i would never deign to tell an author how to practice his veritable craft. i concede to whatever version of series 3 you create, and i will happy to bring this beloved character to his deserved ending.

and why do you say this? because you're michael sheen. you're just an actor who incidentally stumbled his way into leading the queer romance adaptation of your favorite book that wasn't a romance, and you just read the script the way that it was given to you. and if series 3 means an explicit sex scene between you and your best friend david tennant, then what a lovely coincidence that you had absolutely no part in making happen. because what power do you really have?

This is my favorite book I’ve read so far this year. A rare occasion where the author pulls off use of the second person pov. I really felt like I was a beloved welsh actor crossed with Machiavelli when I read this

#michael sheen

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writingstoraes · 1 year

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total swiftie 🎶

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: this was requested but somehow i cant find it in my inbox :(( anyway i hope u like this, anon! happy the eras tour 🤍 sorry this took so long lol

about: it's your life mission to convert charles into a total swiftie.

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, isahernaez, carlossainz55, and 234,592 others

yourusername i once believed love would be burning red — but it's golden, like daylight 🌅

appreciation post for the personification of the lover album, songs and the entire english vocabulary are not enough to express how much i adore u 🤍

(ps. pls join me in being a swiftie baby)

tagged: charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc As much as I want to, I just can't grasp the folklore love triangle, amoúr

f1swift LMAO NOT THE FOLKLORE LOVE TRIANGLE??? Y/N SO REAL FOR THIS

lecsmidnight absolutely right queen charles is such a lover album

sainzz55 more like 1989???

pierregasly I caught Charles today watching the Bejeweled music video if it helps 😅

charles_leclerc MATE

yourusername awwww baby :((

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Spontaneous adventure around the city at night + my passenger princess ❤️ (She races me for the AUX and blasts Taylor songs the whole ride in her efforts to convert me into a swiftie)

tagged: yourusername

yourusername anddd how am i doing so far?

charles_leclerc Getting close 😘

leclercs13 y/n converting charles into a swiftie is just so real of her

carlossainz55 Just be a swiftie Charles, Midnights is so good 😁

yourusername SEE YOU GET IT CARLOS

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc How I masterminded my way into catching my girlfriend by surprise with the fact that I actually am a Swiftie:

1. Adore how passionate she becomes when talking about her favorite artist

2. Let her rant about album theories, which "Taylor's version" we get next, and finally listen properly when she explains the folklore love triangle

3. Learn Taylor Swift's entire discography, from debut until now

4. Pester the whole grid in helping me get The Eras front row tour tickets

5. Surprise her with the concert tickets and just watch her have the time of her life (surprised that I know the lyrics to the songs)

6. Just when she thinks the night ends at the concert, take her to a magnificent dinner and propose using a "Paper Rings" reference.

isahernaez Oh my god the big surprise is finally here! Congratulations, you two 🥂

lecs13 WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE LAST STEP IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT

sainzzhero charles proposing what the actual FUCK I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

danielricciardo ...I am so honored to be the one who got the tickets (me and my fast typing skills)

landonorris You only got those cause my computer lagged 😒

carlossainz55 You two arguing I was literally the first one on the website

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yourusername i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings, charles_leclerc 💍

except you actually got me a real ring, but i would have said yes as long as it's you. je tàime, my love 🤍

charles_leclerc Excited to spend the rest of my life screaming Taylor Swift songs in the car with you, baby 😚

c2legends such goals im going to cry

charles1655 GOD ME WHEN

lewishamilton Congratulations, Y/N and Charles 🥂 Swiftie Charles is a refreshing new side of him hahaha

carlossainz55 Best wishes, you two! Please remember: I was the first on the ticket website. Don't believe whatever Daniel says 😁

arthur_leclerc Welcome to the family, Y/N! I also want tour tickets 🙏

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tagging: @slytherheign

notes: this took some time to make lol ANYWAYYYY thank you so much for reading and lmk what u guys think! 🤍 tumblr is giving me a hard time right now apparently the formatting is weird in ios devices 🥹 like the bold texts are all off n shit and it wont let me fix it 😭

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weirdmarioenemies · 6 months

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Name: Outmaway Debut: Super Mario Bros. Wonder

It's officially been over a month since Super Mario Bros. Wonder was released, meaning our embargo for covering its plethora of new enemies has been lifted!

Or at least, that's what it looks like on your end. Hi! I'm Mod Hooligon from a month ago, and I'm writing this post on October 21, 2023, having beat the game just earlier today and going "Wowie-zowie! That was Super Mario Bros. Wonderful! Those sure were some Weird Mario Enemies Dot Tumblr Dot Com! Time to write posts about them that won't be published for another month instead of finishing my galaxy rankings like I should be doing!"

Anyhoo, to kick things off, let's talk about Outmaway! Right off the bat, Outmaway makes a great first impression with all the hallmarks of a good enemy: cute little creature, Eyes-in-a-Black-Void-Face, funny name, and the trademark Mario Enemy Shoes. It's such a Video Game Enemy Design in all the best possible ways.

If you couldn't tell from the fact I bolded the word earlier in the post, Outmaways love to kick things that are in their way that should be the name of the enemy we're talking about. Or maybe they hate it. It's hard to tell when they have a serious case of resting cute enemy angry eyes.

Regardless of how they feel about their lot in life, kicking things out of their way is what Outmaways do best, whether it's blocks of ice or Koopa shells. Do you ever think of how often you kick Koopa shells to take out rows of enemies? Well Outmaway is here to turn the tables, and show you how it feels! You can try throwing a shell at it, but don't say I didn't warn you...

Of course, if you're a fellow Weird Mario Enemies Afficionado who read the line about it kicking around ice blocks, you might be thinking "Hey, that's kind of like Buster Beetle, isn't it?"

Indeed, Outmaway is the second enemy to join the exclusive club of "2D Mario Platformer Enemies That Attack By Using Ice Blocks As Projectiles." But can the two co-exist peacefully, or is Outmaway here to steal Buster's job...?

As we mentioned in our original post on Buster Beetle, the decision to make Buster Beetle a Buzzy Beetle relative feels weird and arbitrary given how little the enemies have in common. And if you couldn't guess from our blog title, we love weird and arbitrary! But it is a questionable choice from a game design perspective, given you'd expect a Buzzy Beetle relative to behave like a Buzzy Beetle. It's very possible that this is why Buster has been missing in action since Super Mario Bros. 3, and that Outmaway is less stealing Buster's job than filling an opening.

Regardless of how you feel about Outmaway replacing Buster Beetle as Mario's voice actor, I think it's a great enemy, and I hope it can become a Mario Mainstay. When it comes to new Weird Mario Enemies, it can be difficult to tell which will stick around. Some of them rise to the occasion, like Goombrat, while others go the way of the Dondon...

I'm hoping for an ideal world, where we can play as Outmaway in Mario Tennis: Ultra Smash 2! It doesn't even use a racket, it just kicks the ball back.

#outmaway #weird mario enemies #super mario bros wonder #mod hooligon

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limarieb · 7 months

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love is a double-edged sword

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader (Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision)

Summary: Falling in love with your presumed-to-be-straight best friend could have been possibly the worst, most cliché thing you have ever done. But, it could also have been the best.

Warnings: internalized homophobia, coming out, occasional swearing used, brief mention of non-consensual kiss

Word Count: 4.5k

Author's Note: ahh my tumblr debut! this was the first mcu fic i ever wrote — i hope you guys enjoy.

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Since the age of six, if anyone asked you who your best friend was, you would proudly respond, “Wanda Maximoff”; she would do the same with your name.

But, you’re not exactly sure when your feelings for her become less friendly.

Maybe it was one of those times she had gone off on a tangent and explained the latest book she read, saying how much you’d “love it if you just listened to her and read the damn book.” You found her passion for stories endearing, perhaps even admirable. Maybe it was Field Day during the seventh grade; the outside air was plagued by blistering heat, but — with her long, brunette hair tied up in a high ponytail — she made sweating look good . Maybe it was the fact that, when you came out to your family last year, she had comforted you afterward; she held your face in her hands, wiped your tears with her two thumbs, and told you any girl would be lucky to have you.

You were sure at this moment that you did not want “any girl,” however, because the only girl you wanted was the one sitting in front of you.

You mistakenly let out a scoff. Of course, you would fall victim to the “lesbian falls for the straight best friend” trope. Wanda, on the other hand, thought the scoff was a response to her; thus, she pulled you into a tight hug, trying to convey how deeply she cares for you.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” she whispered into your ear. “One day, some girl is going to love you for you .”

You didn’t reply.

It was the second to last day of your junior year in high school. Thankfully, you had finished your exams, but the school required everyone to attend until the last day anyway.

It’s not like you could’ve done much for summer anyways; it has been raining all week, and it’s not like you got your license, nor do you even own a car. Additionally, you reasoned there could be far worse places to be in this moment, like home.

As you closed your locker, a mischievous brunette was lingering on the other side.

“Hello, Wanda. What can I do you for on this very fine day?” you said, sarcastically putting emphasis on the “very fine” part of the question.

She chuckled as she shook her head, “Nothing, at least not with that attitude.”

“Fine,” you gave in quickly, in pursuit of the real reason behind this conversation. “Seriously, though, what has Wanda Maximoff in such a chipper mood during school hours?”

Somehow, your question made her smile grow wider. “You’ll never guess what happened this morning,” she began. “Vision asked me out.”

Now, that caught your attention, “What?”

“Yeah, you know Tony, right? He’s that annoying rich kid in our class. Anyways, he’s throwing some sort of party for the end of the year and, since he and Vision are essentially best friends, Vision asked me to go to the party with him.”

You were only able to get one word out: “Wow.”

Noticing your lack of enthusiasm, Wanda turned her body completely towards you, “What? What’s wrong? Aren’t you excited for me?”

Truthfully, you were not excited for her. It’s not as if you did not know of Wanda’s infatuation with Vision; in fact, you could probably never forget the number of times she would talk to you about his “beautiful, blonde hair” and “pretty eyes.” Vision was not necessarily a bad kid, but you just hate that she just couldn’t like you like that.

It’s not like you could share this desire with your best friend either; ergo, you opted to put on a brave face and say, “Of course, I’m excited for you.” And, in case she didn’t believe you, you playfully elbowed her side, “If it goes well, I better be the maid of honor.”

You know that had convinced her, for she bit her lip and nodded excitedly.

“Oh,” Wanda started. “One more thing…”

As you looked at the mansion that stood before you, filled to the brim with a plethora of drunk teenagers, you uttered to yourself, “I don’t know why I let her talk me into coming to this. One day, I am going to have to stop agreeing with her on everything.”

You know you wouldn’t — if she wanted something, you’d make sure she’d get it. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from finding situations such as this annoying.

You walked through the front door. Immediately, your senses were overwhelmed by the strong smell of alcohol and the loud music blasting in the atmosphere. You attempted to push through to get through the crowd of people and find the person responsible for your presence. Before you could get much further, you felt another person grab and pull your wrist from behind, forcing you to turn around.

Wanda.

“Y/N, you came!” she tried to yell over the music. You could tell she wasn’t drunk, but she had definitely consumed something alcoholic. You failed to get a word in before she continued to pull you by the hand to venture further into the crowd of people, “Come on, let’s go dance!”

Moments later, you found yourself awkwardly “dancing” with your best friend. Although, she seemed to be having the time of her life. When she noticed your stiffness, she brought you closer to her, allowing you to hear her say, “Don’t worry about everyone else… Just dance with me!”

So, you did. You let go of any apprehensions, allowing yourself to move freely with the music and the girl in front of you.

Meanwhile, Vision stood across the room with a drink in hand. Not really thrilled by what he was seeing occurring between you and Wanda, he decided to end it. Drunkenly strolling over to you two, he pulled her from your grasp and into (in your unbiased opinion) one of the grossest, sloppiest kisses you had ever witnessed.

You weren’t exactly sure how to respond, partly due to the fact that there wasn’t exactly a reason to be envious of him anyways. So, you stood there awkwardly once more, pushing the jealousy down within you.

Wanda, on the other hand, was not thrilled by the action either. She knew he was drunk, tasting the alcohol the minute he forcefully placed his lips on hers. Quickly, she pulled away, “What the fuck, Vision? What was that?”

With a smirk aimed at you, he replied, “What do you mean?” She scowled, “You can’t just do that! Why would you ever think that was okay?”

“I should ask you the same thing.”

Now, she was the one in a state of confusion, yet hers was not fake, “What do you mean?”

“Y/N,” his retort made you look down at your old, worn-out sneakers. You weren’t entirely sure what direction this was all going, but you already knew that you did not like it.

“What about her, Vision?” “She’s obviously into you. I saw how you two were dancing together. My friends saw it, too. How is that supposed to make me feel, Wanda?”

Despite not being able to look up due to the embarrassment, you could feel the anger rolling off of Wanda’s body, “That is so not true, Vision, and you know it! Why are you acting so insecure about it, anyway? She’s my best friend, and I’m not even gay !”

You know she didn’t mean it like that , but something about the way she yelled the last part at the teenage boy came with a sort of venom — as if “gay” was synonymous with “bad.”

“You know what, Wanda? I’m done with this argument. You choose now : me or Y/N.”

That took Wanda aback, “What?”

“You heard me.”

“No, Vision,” she began. “That’s not fair, I refuse to choose between you and my best friend.”

“Either you choose me, and we can continue dating, or you choose her .”

A moment passed. In an attempt to not outwardly demonstrate the pain, you clamped your eyes shut. Honestly, you were about to walk away, accept defeat, and simply pretend this night never happened in the first place; you would have let her know later that it was alright, that if she wanted him, she could have him without someone like her standing in her way. Before she could move her feet to leave, however, she heard Wanda finally speak: “Fine, then. I choose her.”

Upon her decision being made, you finally looked up with wide eyes. Vision had the same wide eyes as you, but his face was paling from the initial rageful red that painted it moments earlier. Now, you shared two things with him: your love for Wanda and the visible shock that she chose you over him. It took every fiber of your being to not smile, as you knew now was not the time to celebrate such a victory.

Before another poisonous comment could be passed between the two, Tony stepped through the crowd that had surrounded you three. “Okay, man. That’s enough. Let’s go,” he ushered Vision away from the scene.

The crowd dissipated, leaving your best friend standing there alone. You took their exit as an opportunity to make sure Wanda was alright. You tried to reach out to her, to touch her shoulder. Maybe it was to pull her into one of your two’s infamously tight hugs; maybe it was to just let her know you were just there . You don’t know why you reached for her, but you didn’t really think before acting since it just felt like the most natural thing to do for you. Immediately, your hand was shrugged off by the brunette. Your body began to feel hot, and tears started to form in your eyes. You refused to cry, though, instead choosing to look down at your feet once more and begin your journey back home.

Within minutes you were back in the comfort of your own bed. With a harsh swallow, you continuously replayed the events of tonight over and over again. You laid there, reminiscing on just how utterly humiliated and alone you felt.

Even then in your state of depression and self-pity, you only hoped Wanda was doing okay.

Wanda left the party soon after you did. Similarly, she went home and found herself collapsed in her bed.

She didn’t bother changing out of her clothes, nor did she take off her makeup. Internally, she wishes that the bed would swallow her in order to leave the ramifications of tonight as a “potential” occurrence rather than an “actual.” She just doesn’t understand why: why he would do something like that; why the universe hates her; why she turned you away when she knew you did nothing wrong.

A brief, soft knock at her bedroom door removed her from her cyclical round of thoughts. “Come in,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to carry across the room like it usually does.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing her twin brother standing on the other side. “Hey, сестра,” he began, approaching her bed with caution and sitting beside where her legs laid. “How are you doing?” [sestra | sister]

She doesn’t acquire the information about how exactly he learned about the events of tonight, perhaps from some friends of his that went to the party. Instead, she chuckled humorlessly, “How do you think I feel, Pietro? I think I just lost my best friend and the guy I liked in one night.”

“‘The guy you liked’? You mean, Vision?” he wondered. “Honestly, I didn’t like him anyway. You didn’t lose much on that front. But, what happened with Y/N? You guys never fight.”

“I don’t even know, Pietro. One minute, we’re just dancing and having fun because you know Y/N — she never comes to parties. I wanted to make the most of the night. As we were dancing, though, Vision walked up to us, stole me from her, and just kissed me. Not only was it without my consent and out of spite, but it was just gross.”

The latter statement made the twin brother laugh. She continued, “I pulled away quickly because I was just so angry , you know? Like why did he think he could just do that? So, I asked him, which caused us to have an argument in the middle of the party. In the end, he gave me an ultimatum: him or Y/N. Of course, I chose her because… I don’t know, Y/N is Y/N.”

He sat there next to her, listening intently. He sighed, “Yeah, but what happened between you and Y/N ?”

She closed her eyes, “I don’t know .” The statement wasn’t a lie because she truly did not understand why she reacted the way she did towards you, her best friend. The tears started flowing again, soon turning into a set of sobs that ultimately racked her body. Her brother swiftly leaned down, taking his sister into his arms; she continued to cry into his chest for what felt like hours.

After some time had passed, the sobs slowed down and transformed into sniffles. Pietro looked down at his sister, “What’s wrong?”

She refused to look up, but she knew she had to get this off her chest. “Pietro,” she released in a single breath. He affirmed to her to continue, “I think… I think I’m gay.” There was another beat of silence before she slowly proceeded once more, “I think I like Y/N.”

There it was: the beast of the truth that was unknowingly weighing her down was finally released.

If it was even possible, Pietro pulled her closer in his embrace. Though he was aware that discussions of sexuality were becoming increasingly accepted and treated as an insignificant portion of someone’s life, he also knew that this was a big deal for her . He acknowledged such a fact, “I’m proud of you, Wanda, and I’m glad you told me, especially because I know it must have been difficult for you to realize and go through this on your own — even without Y/N… is this what caused the rift between you two? Did you tell her, and she rejected you?”

She scoffed, “Quite the opposite, actually; Vision accused her of liking me — which she probably doesn’t — but I just stood there, screaming at him that we were ‘just friends’ and that I ‘wasn’t even gay.’ You should’ve seen her when I shrugged her away after, Pietro. She looked so hurt . I hurt her.”

“You want to know how to fix this?” he asked, quickly followed by a confident nod from her. “You have to talk to her. Even if she didn’t like you, this is not something to lose such a close friendship over. For the record, though, she does like you. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and that is definitely someone in love.”

Her head snapped up at the accusation, meeting the smirk that was plastered on his face. If he was right, she really messed up. She urgently needed to see you, to tell you once and for all how she truly feels about you; thus, she told her brother that she was going to find you and left him and his smirk behind.

Wanda didn’t have a clue about what she was going to say when she saw you; she didn’t have a script, nor did she have any guidelines to follow. She just knew she had to see you , only then would everything make sense for her.

You were on the verge of sleep when you could feel the vibrations coming from your phone. In a sleepy haze, you picked up the phone. The brightness made you unexpectedly squint your eyes, but the Caller ID was unmistakable: Wanda Maximoff.

You weren’t sure what exactly to do in this situation. On one hand, you knew you could not face another rejection, specifically from her. It would probably break you beyond repair. On the other hand, you could never say no to Wanda, even if it meant answering her calls at the most random times of the day.

So, you shakily tapped the green button and pulled the phone close to your ear.

“Hello? Y/N?” you could hear Wanda ask on the other side of the line.

“Hi,” you responded back. Wanda noted how soft your voice sounded. Normally, she would consider such softness an adorable trait of yours, but she knows the reason behind it. She knows it was her fault that you felt insecure at that moment.

“I’m– Um, I’m outside; can you come downstairs to open the door?” Wanda asked. Now, you were almost completely awake; the question made you raise your eyebrows in astonishment.

Despite your initial surprise, you muttered a quiet approval that you would meet her at the door and made your way downstairs.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You don’t know what she’s going to say to you. You unlock the door and reach for the handle of the door, slowly turning it and pulling the wooden door towards you until you’re able to see Wanda on your front doorstep. Even with the low amount of yellow light coming from the bulb outside the door and the makeup visibly smeared on her face (probably from crying, you note), all you can think about is just how pretty she looks.

Her eyes look up to meet yours, causing your breath to hitch for a second. You weren’t certain about how to go about this, “Uh, do you want to come in? We’d have to go up to my room quietly because my parents are home.”

She accepted the invite, nodding her head hesitantly. The two of you walked upstairs, through the hall, back to where you had initially been laying in your bed and wallowing in your pity. You got back in your bed and crossed your legs as you sat against the headboard. Wanda, however, did not sit alongside you like she usually does; instead, she paced around your room. It was obvious that she was stuck in a state of stress and anxiety that you had never seen, even when she failed that one test back in sophomore year.

Your eyes trailed back and forth as you observed her pacing; suddenly, she came to a stop in front of the bed. Her body was not facing you, rather it faced the way that she had been walking moments prior. She started to play with the rings littered on her various fingers, which you had learned early on that it was a nervous habit of hers. You chose to remain quiet and to let her speak when she was ready due to the evidently difficult subject matter, but you couldn’t help your own anxiety rising.

Without looking at you, she finally broke the silence: “I need to tell you something, Y/N. I need to tell you a few things, actually. I’m not sure how you’ll react, but I also know that you didn’t deserve what happened to you tonight, to be put in that situation. You deserve more than that; honestly, you deserve everything good, and I’m so sorry that I put you through that. I completely understand if you don’t want to talk to me or be friends with me anymore, but I would not forgive myself if I didn’t at least try to salvage us.”

You sat silently in shock but continued to let her speak: “I thought I knew myself. In fact, I was so sure I did. Yeah, I may not have known the answer to some stupid math equation in school, but I knew the kind of clothes I preferred to wear, my favorite food to eat when I’m sad or stressed out, my go-to karaoke song. I thought I knew myself , inside and out. But, I don’t, or at least not as well as I thought I did. And, honestly? That’s freaking me the fuck out because, if I don’t know myself , how can I know anything else? I know that probably makes no fucking sense, but… yeah. I’m just really scared right now, but I talked to Pietro, which helped a bit. Um, he was right. Vision was right.”

Your face fell. You thought this was it, she was finally going to reject you and leave you.

In the deafening silence swirling around the two of you in your bedroom, she eventually decided to look at you. She saw the way your body sagged, how utterly defeated you looked; the brunette realized that you took her statement in the wrong way, “No! No! No! I didn’t mean it like that! Fuck ! I’m fucking this up. Okay, no, Vision is not right about anything other than the fact that I don’t like him. I don’t like boys… Truthfully, I’m not sure. I just feel so confused and stupid for not realizing such a big thing sooner. That’s what I meant when I said I thought I knew myself: I thought I knew that I liked boys, which I feel like is something that many people know from the beginning.”

“So, you’re… gay?” you quietly asked. You might be almost as confused as Wanda claimed to be.

You watched as the brunette nodded slowly, “I think so? As I said, I don’t know.”

“Okay,” you bit your lip, concentrating on forming something insightful to say next. “Thank you, Wanda, for telling me. I know how difficult and confusing it all is — believe me. Some people figure it out relatively early; others don’t realize it until they’re married with kids. There’s no timeline to any of it, okay? I know we’re kind of in this weird state right now because of tonight, but no matter what, I’d always support you.”

In a brief moment of confidence, Wanda turned her head to face you. You could see the water in her eyes that threatened to fall, her lip beginning to quiver. You rapidly stood up and walked over to her. With the two of you finally facing each other within a two-foot radius, she threw herself at you, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck. Your arms found their way to her waist, snaking around her and finding placement on her back. Both of you kept holding on tighter and tighter, afraid the other would try to leave. You could feel her chest rising and falling relatively fast as she cried into your neck and shoulder, repeating the phrase “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You removed one hand from her back; instead, you placed it on her head. With a trembling hand, you tread your fingers through her long hair. In an attempt to calm her down, you whisper things of assurance like “It’s okay,” “You’re okay,” or “It’s going to be alright.” You’re not confident they worked, but you could feel her breathing begin to slow down again. You moved the hand from her hair to her shoulder and pulled back in order to ensure she was okay enough to continue; shifting from the shoulder to her hand, you grasped it and squeezed.

You moved to sit on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to you. Wanda was noticeably apprehensive, but she sat anyway.

“Are you okay?” you inquired, your eyebrow slightly raised in concern.

“Yeah, I am. At least, I will be eventually,” she trailed off. “There’s one more thing, though… probably the hardest for me to tell you out of all of them.”

Your eyebrows raised slightly as your interest peaked, but you knew to stay quiet again. She proceeded, “I told you that I don’t like men, implying that I do like women, which is true to an extent, I guess. Um, but it’s not ‘women' as in plural. All I know is that I like one, but I’m not sure how she feels about me. I want to tell her so badly so that we could try to be more or something, but I don’t know if she feels the same. I just don’t want to ruin us.”

You nodded your head for her to continue, “Can– Can I ask which lucky girl caught your eye?”

She moved her gaze upwards, resulting in your eyes locking once more. You could tell she was battling with herself internally about whether or not to answer with the truth, for she was harshly biting her lip. Yet, what you didn’t expect was her quiet, albeit one-word, response: “You.”

At this moment, with your eyes locked and her confession having been spoken, you swear your heart skipped a beat. Wanda Maximoff, your best friend and untold love of your life, just admitted she liked you as more than a friend.

Her eyes grew concerned and her face paled since you weren’t responding. “Please, say something… Y/N?” she pleaded.

If there was a time to deal all of your cards on the table, this was it: “I like you, too, Wanda. In fact, I love you. I love you so much, Wanda Maximoff. You don’t have to say it back or whatever; I know tonight has been a lot for you to deal with, but I’ve just wanted to say that to you for so long.”

A toothy grin grew on her face, reaching from ear to ear, “Really?”

“Yes, really. Um, can I kiss you? You don’t have to say ye—“

You were stopped effectively and prematurely when a pair of lips touched yours. Not just any lips, though; they were the softest , purest pair that was owned by your love , Wanda Maximoff. It’s slow at first, neither one of you sure of the other’s boundaries and not wanting to cross wherever they lie. But, as your lips part further allowing her to deepen the kiss, you just think, Wow.

You continue to kiss her for a minute or two before you’re out of breath and need to pull back for air. Before she can pull back completely, you give her a quick peck on her rosy lips that was probably filled with more intimacy and confidence than that initial kiss.

Pulling the brunette closer to you, you lean down and get the two of you comfortable in your bed. You’ve cuddled like this before during past nights where one of you spent the night with the other girl: you as the big spoon and her as the little one. You deeply appreciated nights like these, but you loved them even more so now that they hold a different context.

Your hand finds its spot on her hip, going beneath the shirt she wore. The two of you know it’s nothing sexual in nature, rather it’s a result of your need to just feel her. As you both began to nod off to sleep with your thumb continued to rub circles on her soft skin, you heard her voice call your name softly once more, “Y/N?”

“Yeah, Wands?”

“I love you, too.”

End.

#wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #marvel imagines #limarieb #limarieb wanda maximoff

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x-on-the-calendar-business · 10 months

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ryan ross iceberg explained (masterpost and tier 1)

tier 2, tier 3, tier 4, tier 5, tier 6, tier 7, tier 8

if somehow you have no idea how icebergs work/what they are, then i’ll give a tldr: it comes from the saying “it’s just the tip of the iceberg,” so basically, the entries at the top of the iceberg are the stuff the average person would know, and as you go deeper, the content becomes more obscure. for example, if you’re a more casual panic! fan, then a lot of the entries in the sky tier are more likely to be things you would know, whereas you’re probably only going to know the stuff at the very bottom if you’re an insane person (me).

i got most of the entries from this iceberg from a couple of others that i found on twitter, here and here [i]. i combined them, shifted some stuff around, and added some things to make this one. of course, a special thanks to the twitter users areyouIlooking and checkyesjuul for making the ones i used to create this one.

i also want to give a special shoutout to the tumblr blogs @pathetic-at-the-disco and @prettyoddfever because i got so much info from them for this iceberg and they are just incredible sources of information for panic! fans.

finally, i'm really hoping everything on this iceberg is correct; of course, i did my research and there was a lot of it i already knew. however, i was not actually there for presplit panic! so i can't speak off of firsthand accounts for a lot of things. with that being said, if something is wrong, or if there is something you think should be added, please feel free to let me know, and i will go back and edit the post.

enough introduction, let’s get started.

the sky (tier 1):

guitarist of panic!:

what he is most well known for. ryan was the original guitarist of panic! and one of the true founding members. he departed the band in 2009 with former bassist jon walker, which we’ll come back to later.

rosevest:

this refers to an iconic piece of clothing that ryan wore while they were touring their debut album, a fever you can’t sweat out. he wears it in live in denver as well.

(side note: the post i got this pic from is a very interesting look at their outfits from that tour so i would recommend checking it out here!) [ii]

good at makeup:

during the fever era, ryan was really well known for doing makeup looks, some elaborate. i’m inserting some examples here, but i’m also going to link a post that showcases more pics of the makeup looks he did. there are more that he did than just the ones shown in that post or here (like the god awful blue eyeshadow he did on that red carpet), and there were a lot of times he just did the classic black smudged eyeliner.

and the tumblr post as promised: the makeup styles ryan ross wore in summer 2006 [iii]

ryden:

oh boy, where do we even start with this one. there are actually going to be quite a bit of ryden references in this, but at the end i’ll link a masterpost for further reading (although most of it will be covered here). but to be keep it short and simple, ryden is the ship name for ryan ross and brendon urie. it was arguably one of the biggest ships in early 2000s bandom, as evidenced by the litany of fics written with them as a pairing. this ship (unfortunately) still lives on in people’s hearts today even though ryan and brendon don’t speak anymore.

also, i know it would seem to make more sense if their ship name was ryDON not ryDEN because of how brendon’s name is spelled, but the ship name comes from the mashing of their nicknames ryro and bden (which still doesn’t make any sense but i digress).

unfortunately, all of the ryden content on this iceberg will probably be long because i am a former rydennie (yes u can make fun of me for it go ahead) so i have a lot of knowledge on that ship. but trust me i know that ryden was not real.

“creative differences:”

this entry refers to the july 6th, 2009 split where ryan and jon left the band. the most cited reason for the split was musical differences, as stated in these interviews with brendon and spencer [iv]. however, most people believe the band actually split due to personal reasons since they basically all stopped speaking afterwards, and because of some comments jon made [v]. in fact, one MTV interview specifically singled out ryan and brendon as not getting along, but it has since been deleted [vi].

cheez wiz:

this references a clip from the pretty. odd. short-film called american valley [vii]. the video went viral circa 2015/2016 and became a huge meme in the bandom community, especially in the crankthatfrank yeemo fanbase (that sentence wasn’t in the bible). if you were a panic! fan during that time, you know the cheez wiz jokes were inescapable.

youtube

milk fic:

“ryan was kneeling in the bathtub…”

this is also unfortunate. to be blunt, this is a ryden fic in which brendon gives ryan an enema with milk. it catalyzed a trend of other shocking fics within the bandom sphere, such as the comb fic. it’s just cringy. sadly, it became so iconic that brendon knows about it and even made a vine referencing it [viii].

i would link it but i’m not going to because the author, druscila, is a pedophile. so there’s that.

onceler jokes:

i’m going to put a picture of the onceler, who is from the lorax, and ryan side by side. and that should explain this.

now let’s move on to the next tier.

tier 2

references:

[i] https://twitter.com/areyouiooking/status/1366887508441718790?s=46&t=srOJ3YueMMsx9_sm96odQQ, https://twitter.com/checkyesjuul/status/1368794897499615233?s=46&t=srOJ3YueMMsx9_sm96odQQ

[ii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/628882839458512896/panic-at-the-discos-2006-summer-tour-costumes

[iii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/629161631117656064/the-makeup-styles-ryan-ross-wore-in-summer-2006

[iv] https://patd.livejournal.com/2943372.html, https://patd.livejournal.com/2928377.html#cutid1

[v] https://oneweekoneband.tumblr.com/post/131968366779/jon-walker-and-ryan-ross-from-a-2009-interview-in

[vi] https://whisperdlullaby.livejournal.com/9051.html

[vii] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBot_X9pquo

[viii] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyWlisnfrm0

#ryan ross #the young veins #panic! at the disco #jon walker #ryan ross iceberg #spencer smith #brendon urie #patd #ryan patd #panic at the disco #this is bigger undertaking than it may seem #but at least my ten year panic/ryan obsession will finally come to good use #citing my sources because i come from academia

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iznsfw · 8 months

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Two Years!

It's been two years ever since I started writing on Tumblr, and while there were plenty of times I was thinking I wasn't going to be able to keep up, I'm still here!

Thank you to the readers, you keep my blog alive; the writers, who always inspire me in more ways than they know; the people who commission and tip most especially because they help me with my income; and of course, you!

If you're reading this, I'm incredibly grateful for you and what you do. You have contributed too in making me feel like a writer.

A lot of you have followed me ever since my debut fic and I couldn't be more blessed, but I'm also thankful for those who came across what I write one day and decided to stay. In either category you fall in, know that I'll always feel special because of you.

Alright, with that aside—let's look at some stats!

I have 5,828 followers as of posting this

I have 6 fics with over 1k notes

I have 21 fics for Kwon Eunbi

I have written for all 12 of the IZ*ONE members, my ults

I have 3 commissions waiting to be finished (I'll get to them!)

Thank you thank you thank you <3

#anniversary #writerversary

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flyingcakeee · 4 months

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Part 2 of cunty Williams Racing, a tired and shitty analysis by yours truly, Cake.

Today, we dive into our former Williams drivers.

And who better to start off with than Jenson Button himself? He's technically in the team as a Heritage Driver, and senior advisor regarding both the F1 race and Williams academy drivers, but we'll ignore that for the sake of this tumblr post ☺️

Jenson Button is just a cunty British man and this is not foreign knowledge. He coined the name Britney for Nico Rosberg due to his hyper sexual fixation on Britney Spears (or so I'm told 😀) and, let's be honest, there's not a lot of explanation needed here (I say after a whole paragraph).

Next, of course, Nico Rosberg himself.

My guy beat his teammate, albeit not in Williams, in equal machinery for the world championship and then dipped to be a girl dad. A Girl Dad. And he became a reporter. A F1 reporter. Cunty af in every picture too. Just can't deny this man.

You know who the other Nico to drive for Williams is? Nico Hülkenberg!

Also a girl dad, dyed his already blond hair to be platinum blond, HulKENberg, got one of the last pole positions for Williams after they hadn't had one in 5 years and then was dropped at the end of the year and he came back after a year. Sure, he is allergic to podiums but may I remind you that this man is a 24 Hours of Le Mans winner?

Next, everyone's favorite, George Russell. Should not be a surprise, really.

It's George Russell! What am I supposed to say? His doe eyes and now ungelled hair should be enough of a reason. And he's an absolute diva 🤍.

Now, what's more cunty than getting all the older men around your finger, Lance Stroll?

Lance Stroll has the hips to be the cunty princess he is, let's admit it. His first season he scores his first points in Canada and then gets third place in the race right after? And, as previously mentioned, he has all the middle aged men of the paddock in love with him. Fernando Alonso, Checo Pérez, Sebastian Vettel, the list goes on.

Ignoring team orders and getting a race win? That's some cunt level activities from Mark Webber!

Mark Webber will have a pilots license and manage to get 2 different cars to fly into the air 4 times. Yes 4 as twice was in a RedBull and twice in the Mercedes during the 1999 Le Mans. And then he looks absolutely hypnotized by his teammates and fellow drivers. It's the Australian in him.

A little break here to say, oh my fucking god there's so many drivers I can do. I can have Valtteri Bottas or Pastor Maldonaldo or Felipe Massa or Ralf Schumacher or Nicholas Latifi or like, anyone really. Anyways, let's continue ☺️

The man who sighed a picture of him after his team dropped him, Nyck de Vries.

Points your debut race and then getting pulled out the car like the princess you deserve to be, it's beautiful. And oh yeah, his name is Hendrik Johannes Nicasuis "Nyck" de Vries and I think that's very fitting. I hope he's enjoying Formula E because I'm going to buy into temptations and go to a race just to see my short princess 🤭.

Oh, you think I forgot the Queen herself, Susie Wolff? YOU ARE WRONG!!! 🥳🥳

I love Susie Wolff. Former Williams development driver and definitely could've been a great driver today if she was on the grid. And, she's president of the F1 Academy and defeated the FIA's little investigation probe which is funny because a lot of FIA executives have been quitting now soooo go Susie!!! Everyday I wonder how Toto Wolff got lucky to be her husband, the queen's husband ☺️

And let's end us off today with a picture of Lance's hips and one of the older men staring at it as if it's his property (probably is)

Beautiful.

At the end of the day, Williams fosters cunty drivers and team principal and it is my favorite thing ever. This isn't saying other teams don't possess any cunt energy, but Williams has a lot of it rooted in history and I am also sleep deprived and sick 🥳🥳🥳

#formula 1 #f1 #williams racing #jenson button #nico rosberg #nico hulkenberg #mark webber #lance stroll #george russell #nyck de vries #susie wolff

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glitt3r-litt3r · 2 years

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Can I pleeeeaser request a very smutty but also fluffy eddie x reader where he's pounding into her and slowly removes himself and he's all like" look at what you did look at the mess you've made on me" and reader starts to tear up and cry bc she thinks he's making fun of her and he gets all soft and apologetic bc he's never acted like that before

This is so:

yes yes yes yes yes I can write this

Paring: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: What annon said

Warnings: uhhh smut, female orgasm, names like sweetheart/ baby/naughty girl etc. Eddie being a kind of soft top, reader learns new things about herself.

AN: Tumblr smut debut here we come. Smut under the cut, enjoy!

One thing Eddie absolutely loved about you was how wet you got. A simple touch of the hips or even the right look was enough to make you clench your legs with dampened panties. He loved how easy it was to make you feel good, in turn making him feel good and then the cycle repeated endlessly. Which is why you were in the situation you were in right now.

He had you bent over his bed, fingers gripping into the soft flesh of your hips pulling you into him as you panted beneath him. He pushed his hips into your exposed heat endlessly and you could barely form thoughts let alone coherent sounds. But he was a talker, in and out, of the bedroom. He liked seeing you struggle to talk back, thrived on it.

You can feel the sweat of his hands and your back slowly slide down your leg adding another layer of dirtiness to this whole ordeal. You had never seen yourself as the kind of girl that would enjoy this but he had awakened something in you.

"My girl doing so good for me, so fucking good baby.." he groaned. At the words good girl you felt your legs opening wider for him, causing him to pull you upward again.

"So good you can't even hold yourself up huh?" he was laughing now, chuckling between breathy moans.

"mhhnnngghh." fell from your lips as you tried to respond but you were so close, so desperate you couldn't.

His thumbs rubbed soothingly along your hips as you feel the pressure in your stomach increase steadily. The sheets beneath you were covered in slick and drool as you clenched them in pleasure. You had never felt so good in your life you swore it. And yet, you knew deep down that you had felt this good before. You always felt this good with Eddie, he was the one capable of bringing you here without fail every time.

He felt your legs shaking beneath his warm palms pulling you up against his chest wrapping an arm between your chest.

"Come on baby, cum for me...fuck just like that sweetheart." he pumped his hips sharply making you cry out pushing your arching back into his sweaty chest.

"Fuck Eddie I'm gonna.. 'm gonna cum." you cried out into the open air grasping behind you at whatever you could reach which just so happens to be his butt.

Your orgasm rips through you white hot and you can almost feel yourself floating away. If it were for Eddies thick cock still pressed inside your weepy pussy you would have sworn you could fly. Clenching around him you barely registered the fact that you were leaking all down your own thighs and onto the dark curly mess of hair near Eddies base. He groans into your neck biting you sharply before melting away the pain with a messy open mouth kiss on the mark.

"Fuck baby, that feel good?" he asks hand gently holding your throat.

You nod weakly moaning into a kiss.

He doesn't stop though, no, he keeps going. Your breathe comes in quick snaps as you try to handle what he's giving you. Covering his hands with your own you hold onto him as he chases his own orgasm behind you. You feel his stomach flex against the curve of your back moaning again when you think of his cum filling your needy hole.

He slows considerably before pulling out completely. You whine at the empty feeling in your body wishing he could go back.

"F-fuck baby look at this mess you've made," he pushes his fat tip back into you just a bit before running it between your folds gently teasing you.

"Eddie" you say breathlessly. He rips you around holding you by your jaw.

"Look at what you did naughty girl, look." he pushes your jaw down.

You've completely soaked the sheets beneath you, Eddies legs glisten coated by your juices and you see his cock covered in thick liquid coating the mess of curls at his base.

It shoots blazes of embarrassment through your entire body, you had never squirted before and you didn't even really know what it meant. With Eddies fingers still on your jaw and the intense looking his eye you can't escape the rush of tears you feel. Sweeping down over your red cheeks and dripping onto your panting chest. Eddie has never made you feel bad for something like this before, never even really teased you. But this was a whole new level and you weren't ready just yet.

"I'm sorry Eddie, I- this is so embarrassing. "You say miserably pulling your face from his grasp to wipe your tears. You sit below his standing figure legs sprawled out beside you looking into your lap like a kicked puppy.

Eddie has never felt so bad in his life. Immediately he drops the mean demeanor and goes to hold your shaking hands.

"Hey, hey sweetheart it's okay, I'm only teasin'" he rubs your thumbs gently.

"I think that's so fucking hot, I wasn't really being mean we were just playing," he says sweetly dropping onto his knees before you," I would never say something like that to really hurt you, you know that right?"

He's looking up at you hoping you don't think he's some kind of weirdo for getting off on making you feel embarrassed.

You nod your head. "Yeah I know. I'm just... I'm sorry for crying." you say wiping the last of your tears away.

"Don't apologize for that, it's just you and me. No more apologies okay?" he meets your eyes and they are once again soft below fluttering brown lashes.

You had felt bad for making a mess, then for crying and what's worse yet is that you didn't exactly hate the way he spoke to you. The tears on your cheeks caused another rush to your already dripping core. You loved the way Eddie was looking at you now with sweet adoration and you loved the way he looks at you when he's fucking you with a hazy glint of power. It was confusing and you felt all over the place but you knew one thing. You wanted it again, you wanted to feel him pushing you onto that edge, pulling you away, making you feel so good you can’t breathe.

"Eddie... can you do it again?" You ask shyly trying to push out your feelings of shame and embarrassment. He was right, it was just you and him. You didn't know what to expect before and now, you were hungry for the sweet pain of it.

"Do what again?" he says tracing a delicate finger up and down your thigh.

You take a deep breath before grabbing his huge hand and bringing it to your pussy.

"Be mean to me." You try to say it confidently but your voice falters a bit at the beginning. You watch as he tries to fight his feelings with reason.

"Are you sure? I just made you cry and I really don't want to hurt your feelings again." He says.

"I...kinda liked it. You know the whole crying thing and cumming made my brain all fuzzy but it felt good cause it was you."

He locks eyes with you to make sure you're telling the truth and when he sees that you mean it a big smirk appears on his face. You feel him cup your heat using his middle finger to play with your swollen bud. You sigh loudly fluttering your eyes shut.

"My girl likes it rough huh? Never would have guessed by looking at this sweet face." As he says this he grabs your cheeks between his right hand pushing your lips into a kissy face and bringing you gently to his lips.

"You tell me to stop and we'll stop, no questions asked okay? If it's too much you tell me, I got you. Understood?"

"Yes baby." You reply feeling yourself surrender under his gaze.

"That's a good girl." He says before pushing you back onto the bed.

A new kind of excitement bubbled in your stomach as you laid back, you couldn't wait for whatever it was he had in mind for you. And boy was it a lot.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut oneshot #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson one shot #oh my god he's so hot #eddie x reader #eddie munson owns this pu*sy

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hee0soo · 5 months

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Match with you!

Pairing — Kang YeosangxTattooArtist!gnreader

Summary — You didn´t know what you expected to happen but this was definitly not it...

Genre — Idol! AU, TattooArtist! AU

Warnings — toothrotting fluff and feels

WORD COUNT — 1.9k

Note — This is my Secret Santa gift for @i-luvsang

I hope you like what your christmas fairy came up with...✨

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

In between recording songs, vocal and dance practice or filming content, it was rare that Yeosang had time to meet up with any friends he had! The fact that most of his friends were also idols who had their own schedules definitely did not help with that in the slightest!

The only person he did have time for no matter how busy his day was, was you!

You who he met during his early trainee days. You who managed to keep his best friend in check with a simple glance in his direction. You who always listened to his worries no matter how early in the morning it was. You who had the Idol wrapped around your pinky finger just by being yourself!

When he had first met you, Yeosang had not approached you for months and neither had you what reason did you have? To you, he was just another classmate of yours!

Only when you were partnered up for a project did you get closer. At first you were apprehensive which he could understand. All of his fellow students knew that he was a trainee under BigHit and While he did his best to stay on top of his classes he could see why you were hesitant to work with him, fearing that he would be to busy to contribute to the project and that you were going to be stuck working on it alone.

He had quickly proven you wrong and with every little snack he brought you l the boy with the heart of gold managed to worm himself into your heart.

From there on the two of you met up regularly to walk home together. Or well, you went home and Yeosang went to the company. It even went so far that you would purposely sit together in class.

That's also how he found out how well you could draw and sketch. Watching you doodle on the side of your note pad while the teacher went on with speech was the highlight of his school day!

"How can you draw so well?" he had asked in awe the first time he admired the motives on your paper.

You had only shrugged back then, not really knowing what to answer to that.

"I don't know."

And with that you had turned back to the little dragon flying around your notes, ignoring the feeling of Yeosang watching closely over your shoulder.

Time flew by and the two of you grew older. While Yeosang had continued training, meeting Wooyoung and eventually debut under a different label, you had stuck to drawing, starting an internship at an Tattoo parlor...

Fast forward to 2023, your skin was now covered in tattoos and you had a loyal clientele that visited the shop you worked at regularly to add to the collections on their skin!

The hobby you had as a student turned into a job and even when your parents had frowned at you and threatened to disown you, Yeosang had always been supportive! Never once doubting you!

It got so far that even Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung had been on the other side of your tattooing gun once or twice. The iconic soulmate tattoo on WooSan's knees being one of your pieces...

"y/nnn?" the deep drawl of Yeosang's voice broke through the trance you had found yourself in while drawing a commission request from a client. The outline of a snake wrapping its body around a bunch of roses appearing on the paper in front of you.

"Hmmm?" you hummed, not taking your eyes away from the paper as you hunched over it on practice room floor at the company building.

"y/nnn?!" he tried again as he lounged on his back, head resting against the armrest of the couch standing right behind you and more then unsatisfied that you had yet to react to his plea for attention.

Letting out a playfully suffering sigh as you turned your head towards the currently blond man, you shot him an amused scolding glare, finding yourself face to face with your best friends sparkly brown eyes.

"Yes Sangie?"

A pout formed on his lips. In the few hours he had been busy going over some of the groups old choreos, wanting to freshen up his memory a little before the stress of preparing for the next comeback could hit him in full. But as soon as you had wandered in, decked out in bags of snacks, drinks and drawing supplies, all plans of practicing had flown right out of the window and now, an hour later, he found himself in his current predicament.

Bored and unsatisfied as you ignored the puppy eyes he stared at the back of your head with!

Your mouth curved up into a teasing smile when you saw the soft glare that resembled a Maltese more then the Doberman he always tried to be for his fans!

"You're ignoring me!" he stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I'm working." you huffed and turned back to your drawing.

Yeosang grumbled, unhappy about having lost your attention again.

It fell silent again as you returned to focusing on your commission. Your best friend let out a suffering sigh as his eyes followed the movements of the pencil in-between your fingers, glide smoothly over the paper. He trailed is eyes up to admire the profile of your face over the slope of your nose down to your mouth, where your teeth were gently nibbling on your lower lip in concentration.

How your eyes lit up at the prospect of finishing your sketch, how they just seemed to shine brighter doing something you loved...

Oh how Yeosang whished you would look at him like that at least once!

The snakes face grew in depth as you worked on it's slitted eyes and the vocalist was once again stunned by your ability to breath life into something as simple as a drawing.

"Would you give me one?"

*What?*

Whipping your head around to look at his handsome face. You weren't blind! Of course you knew that he was handsome, ethereally beautiful even, always had been even as a young boy! He was, after all, an Idol known for his deep voice, dance ability and statue like beauty!

Still, that had never been the reason why you were so whipped for this man! It was the kindness he radiated that had drawn you to him in the first place. If you had to describe Yeosang in words, they would by kind, hard working, gentle, funny, intelligent and so many more...

The aloof demeanor he put on only being a facade to hide from prying eyes, hiding a man only few got the privilege to see...

His deep brown orbs were starring right back at you as you gaped at him like fish on land, waiting for an answer from you.

"You want a tattoo?"

Yeosang hummed in agreement, his baritone voice sending the butterflies in your stomach flying.

"Have you, uhm, talked to your manager about it? Like-"

"Not really but I trust you."

The statement meant more to you then you would like to admit. The words had left him as easily as breathing.

"I don't want to get you in trouble Sang-ah..."

Yeosang carefully studied your face. Worry for him was written all over your face.

He thought for a moment, remembering the contents of your bag like the back of his hand.

"What about a non-permanent one for now? With body markers?"

You put down your pencil, pushed everything to the side and turned your body to face him entirely.

"Did you have something in mind? Or do you want me to choose?"

"I want to match with you!"

His eyes wandered over your collarbone, down to your arms, littered with ink until he stopped at the small picture of a paw print. It was by far not your biggest or most astonishing tattoo but the one that meant the most to you. The one that was meant to represent the paw of a puppy. The one that was meant to represent him and the one you refused to tell him if it was supposed to be a Maltese or Doberman.

Yeosang sat up on the couch.

"You want a paw print too?" you asked confused.

He shook his head, bright blonde hair falling gently into his face.

"I want to have a kitten, so you have the puppy paw for me and I have the cat for you..."

His ears turned red at the admission and your best friend hid behind his hand, an awkward laugh ringing through the practice room.

"Sorry, it was just an idea and-"

"I'll do it!" you cut him off, giddy to start already. You patted the empty space next to you, urging him to sit there before reaching for the pencil case in your bag where you kept the markers.

"Come here and give me your hand!"

Yeosang did as he was told dutifully. He gingerly put his hand in yours and drew the outline of a tiny cat.

It was only a small drawing so you were quick to finish and looked up only to stare directly into the eyes of your best friend. Just inches away from your face!

Your eyes widened in surprise and his close proximity caused your heart flutter.

*When did he get so close?*

"Uhm? Yeo you-?"

Cut of by his lips softly pressing against your own, dropped the marker still sitting in your hand.

The touch was light like a feather and over again before you could react to his ministrations.

"I'm sorry y/n, I just..." Yeosang murmured as he pulled away, gazing at you with a dazed expression. The man didn't know what to say and neither did you.

Only then did you notice his hand still holding yours while his thumb was gently brushing over your skin there. He tried pulling his hand away but you didn't let him, instead you laced your fingers with his.

"Please don't be sorry!" you croaked, voice almost to quiet for him to hear.

"No y/n, please can we just forget this happened?"

Suddenly much less euphoric then before, you pulled away. His words hurt and suddenly you wanted to disappear. Did he, really think kissing you was a mistake?

"What if I don't want to forget it tho?"

Pain was evident with the way your voice wavered.

Yeosang didn't look away from you for even a second and he swore that he could hear something shatter inside of him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you in any way but it seemed that he had managed to do exactly that.

The kiss wasn't a mistake in his eyes and while he wished it didn't happen like this, he didn't regret it at all!

"You don't?"

He was unsure if he had heard you correctly but a tiny part of him felt hope clawing, trying to be set free.

You shook your head. Instead of answering you leaned forward to catch his lips with yours. This time it was Yeosang who looked surprised.

"Does this answer your question?" you exhaled, tone breaking at the end.

Your best friend looked completely baffled by the kiss you had initiated and all he could do was nod while a dazed smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes, it does...”

Taglist: @marirose25

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kpop · 2 years

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K-Pop Spotlight: NAYEON

A new princess of pop is here and ready for her time in the limelight. After almost seven years as the eldest member of TWICE, NAYEON is releasing her first solo album—a self-titled EP that explores confidence, individuality, and growth. We caught up with NAYEON to talk about these themes, her favorite album looks, and her travel dreams ahead of the release of her new album and music video. Check out our full interview below!

Congrats on your first solo album and new single, POP! What does this release mean for your artistic direction, and what kind of music do you want to release in the future?

This album represents the beginning of another chapter of TWICE and potential for further growth. Because it’s our first solo album after 7 years since the debut, I hope this album works as a starting point of discovering individual member’s capabilities. Even though we’ve released a lot of albums over the last 7 years, we always put our full effort into facing new challenges. This being said, I’d like to keep on releasing music that surprises our fans.

How would you describe the difference between solo NAYEON and TWICE’s NAYEON?

The main difference is filling the music with my own voice, instead of 9 voices. Another difference was whether or not I have 8 other members who have the same opinion as I do. However, because the members stood by my side throughout the whole album preparation, supporting me and cheering me on, I didn’t feel alone.

What was your favorite look from your album shoots?

My favorite one was the pink dress with a tiara. The image of looking at myself in the mirror during the shoot and holding the bear was lovely, and the overall atmosphere of the jacket shooting site was fun as well.

What words of advice do you think current NAYEON would give rookie NAYEON? How do you think she’d feel about releasing a solo album?

Rookie NAYEON would have never imagined that she’d be releasing her own solo album. One advice I would give to her is to be herself and let her know that she’s on the right path, making the right decisions. There is nothing I’d like to change about her.

If you could drop everything and hop on a flight anywhere in the world, where would you go, who would you go with, and what activities would you try?

Right now, I’d love to go to an island where there’s no one around with TWICE members, just resting and having a great time together.

Tell us a little about your collaborations on this album. What was it like working with some familiar faces from JYP?

I love both Felix and Wonstein’s voices and felt that their collaborations completed each song. I actually ran into Felix once after our collaboration, so I told him how lovely the song turned out to be.

Lightning round: you’re creating your own Tumblr blog. What’s your aesthetic, what would your username be, and would you be a frequent poster or a lurker?

I would post photo diaries: on the days I’d like to remember, I would post photos and leave a short message about the day. I don’t think I’m the type who’s sentimental or too serious. My nickname would be “ㅋㅋㅋ”, which is hahaha in Korean.

Want more from NAYEON? Check out her first solo album, “IM NAYEON”, and the music video for POP! here!

#nayeon #kpop spotlight #nayeon kpop spotlight

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darkstar225 · 1 year

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Twice’s 10th member has a solo debut

A/N: I actually got another ask on Tumblr, yaaaaay! :)

The request: Can you do something like the 10th member getting a solo and twice's reaction to her being all grown up? I imagine they'd be the type to be so motherly and shocked to see a different side of her.😂 but at the end of the day she's still their lil baby!

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It's been a long time since TWICE debuted and they couldn't be happier, after many requests their dear maknae got a chance to become a soloist. What they never expected was that she would be doing such a different concept from the one the group had.

As Y/N walked past the trainees, she finally understood how her unnies felt when they knew they'd perform alone. It was a mix of emotions she couldn't grasp how to deal with, after running along the corridors she finally found the waiting room where the staff and managers were all at.

Y/N: I'm sorry, I got lost *bowing*

Manager oppa: Hahahah, it's okay kid. Did you forget the way here?

Y/N: Yes... Jihyo unnie always guides me here and Sana unnie is always holding my hand so *shrugs*

Manager oppa: At least you got here safe and sound!

Y/N: Thank you for waiting and my apologies again. *bowing*

Meanwhile... her sisters were at the dorm preparing for the surprise they didn't tell their youngest. Even if they had a whole day of schedules they'd cancel it to support their maknae altogether. Also, they're incredibly curious about the title of the album, regardless of the days they spend begging for a sneak peek, Y/N stood her ground and denied showing anything till the day she'd be debuting, which is today!

Sana: I can't wait to see what our baby is gonna sing!!

Nayeon: She's amazing, look at this young pic of her. I can't believe she grew up so much!

Jihyo: She will always be our maknae, even when she's 60.

Jeongyeon: That's true, I can only imagine how much more endearing she can get!

Mina: Let's hurry, Manager oppa already send the signal (찌릿 찌릿 찌릿 찌릿)

Dahyun: It's not gonna be long till she gets on stage, we need to get there asap

Tzuyu: It's not her wedding unnies, we must leave now

Momo: Fineee, come on girls!

Chaeyoung: Finally!

Momo: I heard that -_-

Jihyo: Me too, Son Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung: Sorry unnie.

Jihyo: That's more like it...

After some -years- minutes, they're finally heading to the venue. The traffic was horrible but they got there on time (How? I guess we'll never know)

Sprinting through the halls they noticed their maknae a mile away, she was already on stage getting ready to record, not a single thought on her mind besides "You can do it, if the unnies did it, you can too" and because of that she failed to take note of her unnies eyeing her outfit and the concept of the stage (let's imagine she's the singer of Gotta Go by Chungha) and talking quietly with each other.

Mina: I mean- look at the aesthetic, it seems like she's gonna do something less cute than our songs.

Chaeyoung: Yeahhh, she's gonna rock the stage anyway ✨

Nayeon: There wasn't another option hon, she's our child.

At this moment, Y/N starts walking around the stage to check all aspects of the performance before she begins. Her members can see the change in her eyes and the confidence she carries. Her outfit is way more revealing than anything they've ever seen her use and the most surprising is how different she looks with makeup on, normally she goes for a natural look so spotting something like that makes them realize how grown up their maknae is, even if they refuse to believe it every single day. Sana: Wow, look! It's like a catwalk!

Momo: Ngl, she's looking hot.

Jihyo: HEY. I wanna oppose 'cause it's my kid we're talking about but yeah... I agree.

The youngest goes to her place and starts singing like there's no tomorrow, her members can only stare without saying a word, baffled doesn't even cover how they feel. When it gets to the chorus, her dance makes Momo think back to all the personal classes she gave the maknae when they were only a year after debuting. Jihyo starts to reflect on how much the girl has grown, from a child that followed her around to the woman that's on the stage belting and grooving to the rhythm of the song they could never see their kid doing. With tears in her eyes, Nayeon just seems to be perplexed by the changes between on-stage and off-stage Y/N, the innocent doe eyes she does when she wants some candy, the stumps when she gets frustrated about something she didn't get, the completely full of blush face she gets when her unnies annoy and fool around with her and everything else, disappeared, and TWICE didn't see it coming, they knew Y/N had already ended her teenage years however, seeing up close how adult, like she's by herself, is a shock.

Chaeyoung: Bro... Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Dahyun: Yeah bro, she doesn't even seem like our maknae.

Sana: Where did my baby go??

Mina: Our honey seems so professional up there, I can't even explain how proud I feel.

Jeongyeon: Who let her do that? JYP didn't give us a warning!

Jihyo: A warning would be good...

Chaeyoung: Hell yeah.

Nayeon: Language.

Dahyun: Did you actually say that? I'm the only one who heard it??

Tzuyu: I did too, made her more of a grandma than we thought.

Nayeon: WHAT?

Sana: Shhhh, we're trying to listen to our baby singing.

Momo: Yeah grandma, let us appreciate our maknae.

Nayeon: Fine. I'm gonna let it slide just for our maknae.

When Y/N did some waves they couldn't help but want to close their eyes and think "This is a child, our child" but at the end of the day they understood how they should never judge the youngest for her solo, she wasn't that kid that entered the group and made their hearts melt from how much of a child she was, playing with her dolls from time to time, wanting to go to the park with her sisters, dancing to stupid songs just because. She still made them swoon in a blink of an eye but she grew up and they had to recognize that they did help on providing to create an incredible human being, their Y/N, their inspiration to be better every day.

After her stage, Y/N brighten up immediately when she saw her unnies. Running like the kid they remember each second they breathe, and that's when they started thinking the same thing:

We love our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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junosmindpalace · 1 year

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puppy love

-literally.

☾ ft. chuuya nakahara

☾ chuuya is met with an unfamiliar sight in your office. sfw. 800.

~ in honour of his birthday…my bsd debut on tumblr!

chuuya stared downward wide eyed at the sight before him. his body is still, not daring to move. his forward step is halted, his lips are slightly parted, and he holds in a breath.

in your office, on the ground in front of him, was a large, plastic dog carrier.

he had come to discuss details about an assignment with you, but noticed you were unresponsive to his knock on your door. with furrowed brows he let himself in, calling out for you in the vast empty space. hardly two steps in, instead of being met with the usual sight he’s become accustomed to- you, seated at your desk at the farthest end of the room with your nose buried in piles of paperwork-, he was met with a portable dog carrier in the center.

he slowly approaches the carrier with bent knees, tilting his head to get a better look inside. he straightens when there’s a crash and the bars to the crate echo loudly throughout the room. the bars continue to rattle until a snout pops out from the darkness and sniffs the entrance.

he lets out a shaky exhale as the body of a small puppy accompanies its snout and eagerly jumps into view. it paws at the door that continues to noisily ring out, and starts to bark. chuuya thinks his heart is going to burst.

“hello there, little one. where are you from?” he smiles and leans his hips back, putting his hands in his pockets and tilting his head to the side.

and suddenly he remembers his line of work, and the horrific thought that the dog might be injured dawns on him quick. he hurriedly strides over and falls to his knees as he examines the carrier and fiddles with the door lock in a panic, the puppy behind it continuing to bark and paw the door. muttering a c’mon…under his breath as he struggles, the door eventually unlocks and is pushed open by the hyper dog, who immediately jumps on top of chuuya and sends him flying backwards. he’s quick to catch himself by propping up an arm as he uses the other one to secure the puppy on his chest.

“well, you sure are hyper, aren’t ya?”

the dog didn’t look injured or even scared in the slightest. it wore a harness and its tail wagged vigorously, slowly climbing up chuuya’s chest and towards his face as it sniffed him curiously. chuuya’s face scrunched up and he laughed as the dog licked his cheek.

the dog didn’t wear a nametag or a collar. he couldn’t even tell the sex. chuuya scratched the fur behind the dog’s ears affectionately with one hand as he sorted through the contents of the carrier with the other for a clue as to what a dog was doing in your office.

a leash, a squeaky toy, some bully sticks. there wasn’t much for him to go off of. was this your dog? how come he had never known you had one?

he looked back down at the puppy in his arms, the two of them making eye contact. the dog leaned in to lick chuuya’s face again and he smiled, flinching away. “affectionate, too.”

his position as an executive in the mafia would probably warrant him to tell off whoever made the decision to bring a dog into work, but his love for dogs outweighed his sense of responsibility, just this once. especially if it was your dog.

“chuuya! hey!”

both the redhead and the dog on his chest immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, turning their heads toward the sound. the dog jumped off of chuuya’s chest and ran toward you entering the office, and you laughed as it jumped up to greet you. you rubbed its fur affectionately. “i see you’ve met my dog!”

chuuya quickly got to his feet. “yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to let it out of the carrier. thought it was hurt or something.”

his cheeks tinted red as you waved him off. he’s a little embarrassed to be caught on the floor with a dog in his arms, especially while he was on duty. he supposes it was better you than one of his other subordinates, however.

“sorry for making you worry, i didn’t mean to leave you alone.”

“no, no, it’s…fine.”

it was more than fine, really, chuuya silently thought to himself as he observed the puppy jump up and down in excitement, eager to run around and play after spending time in its carrier.

you walk toward chuuya and the carrier with your dog following excitedly behind you, bending down to grab a stick for the dog to occupy itself with. you threw it to the opposite end of the office, the dog immediately winding up after it, as you sat down in your desk chair. chuuya got up and walked over to you, half sitting on your desk as he leaned down toward you, keeping his eyes on the playful dog.

he tried to make the question sound intimidating and sarcastic, an indicator he was bullshitting. but instead, he asked in all sincerity:

“so…is this going to be a regular thing?”

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara fluff #chuuya nakahara x you #chuuya nakahara oneshot #chuuya nakahara x y/n #chuuya nakahara headcanon #nakahara chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya fluff #nakahara chuuya oneshot #bsd fluff

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yoificfinder · 5 months

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Hi anon! Sorry I accidentally deleted your ask while I was in the process of making a rec list for your request because of the editing issue I have on tumblr. Fortunately, I was able to take a screenshot before deleting. And hopefully, the issue is now fixed!

Here's my rec list of canon-divergent fics where it was Victor who skated Eros/Agape:

a certain playboy by fan_nerd [G, 4K]

@v-nikiforov - The handsome playboy has returned to town. Please pay special attention to my Free Skate tomorrow. ♥♥♥

There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd.

Yuuri frowns, turning his head on the pillow. Wouldn’t it?

catch me (i'm falling) by @spookyfoot [T, 5K]

Victor skates the saltiest Eros routine of all time and issues a call out on international television.

darling, stay by my side by jenmishe [T, 16K]

“Yuuri!” Phichit cries. “I know you have this weird insomnia thing, but for the love of god, get some sleep. Or at least turn the phone down. I know it’s after midnight there.”

“Holy shit, Phichit,” says Yuuri. “Yakov Feltsman wants to coach me.”

“Holy shit,” Phichit agrees, wide eyed.

(Or: Vicchan lives and fate is a funny thing.)

A Myriad of Possibilities by ztwilightzx [T, 92K]

“I have to go!” Yuuri blurts out. As an assistant coach, he needs to be at Minami’s interviews, even if it is Victor of all people standing right in front of him.

“Wait—” Victor says, but Yuuri has already ducked away. “Yuri!” he hears Victor call from behind him.

Yuuri doesn’t stop. He’s made that mistake before – why would Victor Nikiforov know who Yuuri is this year any more than he did last year? Yuri Plisetsky is debuting as a senior, after all, and might be here at the Cup of China to support his rinkmates.

It may be the sound of Yuuri’s name on Victor’s lips, but there is no way Victor is calling for him.

(Canon-divergence. The Nishigori triplets never upload Yuuri's rendition of Stammi Vicino online. Yuuri buys himself time to decide whether he wants to stay on the ice or retire by joining Minami Kenjirou's team as an assistant coach.

Victor never hears from the beautiful Japanese skater after Sochi. He choreographs On Love: Eros because he can’t quite let go, but it’s getting harder to push himself on the ice and the cracks are starting to show.

Two lost individuals take a different route to find love and life, but they eventually get there all the same.

same song, different dance by @crossroadswrite [T, 88K]

The line is silent for a moment, as Yuuri stands there, fingers getting progressively colder as he hears Minako breathe in his ear, not really willing to hang up first.

“The Grand Prix is just around the corner,” Minako says, her tone almost wistful.

He breathes out slowly to steady himself. “It is.”

“… Are you going to watch it?”

Yuuri shouldn’t. He knows it’ll feel awful to watch everyone he knows trying their best at something he loves when he can’t anymore. But it’s Phichit’s first year in the Grand Prix, and Victor’s competing, so…

“Of course,” he says, and is proud of how steady his voice comes out. He doesn’t know if it’s a lie or not.

(Or: in which Yuuri's Stammi Vicino skate never gets posted and he retires, Victor keeps himself skating for better or for worse, Yuri struggles with his debut, and missed opportunities have a way of righting themselves.)

Other recs are welcome!

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ETA: Other people's rec:

starting right now I'll be strong by @alexseanchai [T, 1k] *WIP

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beaker1636 · 6 months

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Unexpected Visitor - Noah Sebastian

Request: Since you're starting to dab into BO could you try to write something with Noah? He's on tour, they miss each other like crazy so when they get a couple days break, he shows up at their place with a bouquet and some pizza. You can end it however you want and whatever genre. You have compete freedom, you can even change what I said to something you're more comfortable with.

AN: So I feel like this is alright, could be a bit better but I have rewritten it multiple times, I think once I have a flow for BO and know more about Noah's personality that it will be better! I intend for the smut request to knock yall out of the water. So here is a fluffy Noah piece for my debut into the bad omens fanfic world on Tumblr. Hope you enjoyed it!

“Noah, what are you doing here?” you exclaim the second you open your front door and see him standing in front of you.

“Well, it was my understanding that my beautiful girlfriend has been missing me and we had an off day so I flew in so we could do a date night tonight, and then I leave tomorrow again for tour again,” he explains softly. “Now, are you going to let me in so that I can set the flowers down and give you a proper hug?”

You giggle before stepping aside so that he could walk into your apartment and set the flowers down that he got you on your coffee table. Once he does, he turns towards you and opens his arms, silently begging you for a hug. You step towards him, letting him wrap his arms around you tightly, you hold him just as tight as the two of you share your first embrace in a month.

“Noah, you didn’t have to spend your off day flying to me just to have to fly back tomorrow. You should have used it to rest so that you aren’t too tired at the next show,” you say, moving so you can look up at him.

“I didn’t need to but I wanted to. I’ve been missing you as much as you have been missing me princess, and this is our only chance to get time together before the tour ends in another month,” he answers, smiling down at you. “I know it isn’t much time but it is all we have, so I wanted to take it. You are worth being exhausted for.”

“Oh Noah, you are so sweet. Thank you. Instead of a date though, can we stay in, focus on eachother?” you ask him. “I want to just cuddle up with you and enjoy what little time we have with one another instead of being around others, risking someone interrupting our time.”

“We can do that, want to order dinner in and have a quiet night then? Whatever you want is what we will do so long as I get to spend it with you,” he says, slowly rocking where you two stand with each other in each other's arms.

“Thank you Noah, and thank you for still making time for me despite being so busy with tour and everything. I really have missed you a lot,” you admit before moving to wrap your arms around his neck. Urging him to lower his head so that you could give him a kiss. When his lips brush yours time seems to stand still, the two of you sighing into the kiss as it is the first one you have shared in almost a month.

When you finally pull away he rests his forehead against yours for a moment, still lingering in the closeness that the two of you have before he slowly separates from you.

“What are you hungry for? Do you care or do you just want to order a pizza?” He asks you, moving to pull you onto the couch next to him.

“Pizza is fine, whatever you want is fine,” you hum, sitting sideways in his lap so that you can rest your head against his shoulder. Him playing with your hair as he pulls out his phone to make the order for the two of you.

“It is ordered, now tell me about how things are going here for you? What have I missed?” He asks you.

One arm is holding you in his lap as he continues to play with your hair as you talk, nothing important but catching him up on things that you haven’t been able to tell him while he has been away. You listen to his stories of meeting fans and what the boys have been doing while they have been away. The two of you are content just getting to talk to one another and be close after being separated for so long.

You let out a soft sigh when the doorbell rings, letting you know your food is here. You are hungry but you are so comfortable and happy where you are that getting off his lap to go get dinner is slightly disappointing. But you want to be the one to answer because you don’t want to risk it being someone who knows him, take even a few seconds away from what little time the two of you have.

You make sure to thank the delivery guy before you close the door, bringing the pizza back into the living room so both of you can eat. Which you do, still talking and laughing with each other as you finish dinner, enjoying your company. At this point he is doing most of the talking but that is perfectly alright for you, just wanting to hear his voice in person and enjoy being around him. You missed this so much and you didn’t even realize how much until you are having it again, and that is when it hits you that he is leaving again in the morning.

You wind up lost in your thoughts of him leaving again, distracted with all the negatives that are running through your head and no longer present in the moment.

“Where did you go y/n, I lost you,” he says playfully, moving to rest his hand on your thigh, pulling your mind back towards him.

“Sorry, it just hit me that it is starting to get late and that you are leaving me again in the morning. I’m sorry that I zoned out, I just, when it hit me I just…yeah,” you say, embarrassed to be admitting that your thoughts have all turned negative.

“I know, I wish I had more time with you too. But at least we have tonight right?” He asks you sadly, squeezing your thigh where his hand rests to try and bring up your mood.

“Yeah, that is more than I thought I would have with you this tour. I just miss you so much Noah. And, and when you are gone I can’t help the thoughts that show up, wondering what you are doing, who you are meeting. Sometimes I see the meet and greet pictures that are posted and see you with such beautiful women that it then makes me just, feel like I am not enough for you. Like maybe you deserve someone who is willing to give up their job to tour with you and be there for you, that you might want someone who fits your look and personality more than I do. I know it is just me being insecure and I trust you but it… it is hard,” you admit softly, looking down at where his hand is, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I have doubts sometimes too you know. That you will decide you want someone who you can come home to every night, that will always be here when you have a bad day and need them. I hate that everything gets put on hold when I leave, making it feel like we aren’t actually in a relationship sometimes. It isn’t always easy for me either y/n.” He responds, a hand reaching for your chin to make you look up and meet his eyes. “But I know that you are here waiting for me, and that is what matters. We both knew this would be hard, the first tour I have had since we have gotten together but it also has given us time to think about if we really want this. And I don’t know about you but being away from you has made me realize that I love you.”

Both of you freeze at his words, he didn’t intend to say this to you like this. And you didn’t expect him to tell you for the first time that he loved you tonight. You honestly didn’t expect him to say it at all, figuring that he would realize while on tour that he didn’t want this. You mind is running so hard, you are lost in your thoughts until he speaks again and inturrupts your train of thought.

“You don’t have to say it back you know, it just came out. I planned for us to have a nice date and then tell you later, but it’s true. I love you and am not afraid to say it,” he says gently, getting slightly nervous that you aren’t responding.

“Sorry Noah, you just caught me off guard. I, I love you too,” you respond, so quietly he barely heard the words leave your mouth. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t expect you to say that so it caught me off guard.” You respond, meeting his eyes.

Both of you with a shy smile on your face as you realize your feelings for eachother.

He pulls you into another kiss, this time holding all of the emotions that neither of you are trying to hide anymore within it. His lips gentle as they move against your own, both of you lost in the moment until he pulls away, both of you breathing heavily.

Noah suppresses a yawn as you both sit on the couch together, the exhaustion of traveling and touring catching up with him finally.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. I don’t need to exhaust you more than you already are before your show tomorrow night,” you say softly, standing up and reaching a hand out for his.

“This isn’t how I intended to wind up in your bed tonight you know,” he teases as you both walk down your hallway towards your room, hand in hand.

“Well, we still have time tomorrow morning for that before you leave. So rest up, we have a busy morning before your flight ahead of us,” you tease him back.

You watch as he loses his shirt before changing out of his jeans before laying down in your bed waiting for you, while you do the same. After you do, you lay down next to him and turn the lamp off. He sighs slightly and moves towards you, resting his head against your chest as you begin to play with his hair. Something that you have learned he loves you to do when you two go to sleep, and you are happy to do it for him until you both drift off for the night. Happy with how the night went but also disappointed that he will be leaving you again soon, but at least you got some time with him, even if it wasn’t as much as you hoped for.

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