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hyper-fixated-delusions · 7 months

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It’s like you’re my mirror.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translation: “Mi amor.” My love.

“Mami.” Mommy.

Word count: 1,002.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just gotten home from grocery shopping when she noticed her house was quiet. A little too quiet, considering Billy and Tommy were out from kindergarten early today.

But as she began to move about the kitchen putting away the groceries she thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe her wife and sons were upstairs in their room, watching a movie like they did every Tuesday on their early dismissal day.

As Wanda finished putting the last of groceries away and still not a peep was heard throughout the house she began heading upstairs to search the rooms.

Her first stop was Billy and Tommy’s room, thinking maybe the twins got bored of watching the film mid way like they always did and decided to come play with their toys instead, but as she checked the room it was completely spotless and empty. Letting her know they were probably still with you, so she made her way to your shared bedroom.

Wanda knocks softly on the door, pushing it open slowly and peeking her head in as to not disturb you and the boys from whatever she expected to see you watching, but the sight that greets her instead has her completely enamored.

There in front of her very own eyes were a sleeping Y/N, Billy and Tommy. Feeling her heart swell with happiness at the way her sons and wife were sleeping.

The three of them were laying on their left side, lips pouty, faces serene; not an ounce of worry on their features. Each hugging a pillow in the same way, as the trio also had a leg slightly bent.

Wanda quickly makes her way downstairs to retrieve her phone so she can snap a quick few photos to show you once you wake up to help diminish the fears that have been pestering you these past few weeks.

Fears over the possibility that your sons may never display some of your traits. Fears that your boys will never fully accept you because you are not their biological mother.

Smiling as she looks at the pictures, Wanda feels her heart swell at the prospect of easing your worries and decides to let you and the boys continue on napping while she gets started on a late lunch.

Humming to herself as she moves around the kitchen making a quick light meal, she squeals in surprise when she feels arms suddenly wrap around her waist from behind.

"Y/N!" Wanda exclaims, heart beating wildly in her chest, "you scared the hell out of me," she laughs, turning in your arms, taking in the sight of your disheveled hair and slightly sleepy eyes.

"I'm sorry mi amor, I tried calling you, but you were in your own world," you smile tenderly, your eyes closing as Wanda runs a hand through your hair to tame it.

"Did you nap okay?" The redhead asks softly.

"Mm-hmm," you hum contentedly, Wanda's ministrations causing you comfort, "but I missed you," you pout slightly, "sleeping without you is never fun, but I had great company so I can’t complain,” you wink. “The boys had an exciting day today. According to them, their school put on a little decathlon of sorts all the physical activity must have tired them out," you laugh softly, "both fell asleep during the first 5 minutes of the movie and seeing them sleep made me sleepy so I decided to nap as well, sorry I wasn't awake to help you put the groceries away," you apologize and Wanda shakes her head pressing light kisses to your lips.

"No need to worry my love, I know how stressful these past few weeks have been, I'm just glad you got some rest," your wife says, hands caressing your face softly and smile widening as she remembers the pictures she took while you were asleep, "also I want to show you something exciting that happened while you were sleeping," Wanda says, eyes shining bright with happiness.

"Aww man, what'd I miss?" You say with a small frown at the prospect of missing out on something cool.

Wanda laughs at your expression, "you're going to love this, trust me," she says as she begins to pull the pictures up, handing you her phone so you can see what she is so excited about, "here," the redhead says, biting her lip in anticipation.

As you hold the cellular device in your hand and inspect the image of you and the twins mirroring each other while asleep, you can't help but let out a watery laugh, "oh my god babe," you whisper softly, "my boys, Max, they're really my boys," you chuckle, as you look at Wanda, tears pouring out of your eyes in happiness.

The redhead approaches you, hands cradling your face tenderly, "they are baby, they are your boys, and they love you so so much, it's clear to see. I mean they mirror you for crying out loud," Wanda laughs tearily, feeling her own emotions well up at the fact that you are so happy at this realization. "I have never doubted that they were yours my love, you may not have had them and biology be damned, but they are your sons, what more proof do we need baby?" Your wife says and you smile happily.

"I love you so much, Max. Thank you, thank you so much for giving me this beautiful gift. Mi amor, words will never be able to explain what this means to me," you smile tearfully, kissing Wanda softly.

As both you and your wife get lost in each other for a moment, a pair of voices interrupt your loving make out session, “mami!” Both you and Wanda hear exclaimed, making you pull apart with a small laugh.

“Your boys beckon you, my love,” your wife says with a beaming smile.

“My boys,” you say happily, placing a quick kiss to Wanda’s lips before you make your way to the stairs with a huge grin on your face.

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zbase1 · 9 months

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most to least likely to get jealous easily

most

zhang hao

hanbin

gyuvin

taerae

ricky

jiwoong

matthew

least

explanations below the cut !!

zhang hao

— uh oh

— i genuinely think zhang hao would get jealous very easily

— and boy is he scary when he is jealous

— like he wouldn't even try to hide or tone down his expressions

— have you guys seen that clip of zhang hao's reaction when he saw gyuvin cuddling hanbin lmfao

— and the one where he gets up and manually separates jiwoong and taerae's hands

— bro was MAD

— overall zhang hao strikes me as a pretty possessive person and he is not afraid to proactively show it

— your sweater would get stuck on a doorknob while you were walking by and hanbin, who happened to be nearby, offers to detangle you

— hao sees the entire interaction and he is practically fuming

— storms up to you guys and immediately moves hanbin's hand away from your sweater

— "thanks hanbin, but i can take care of it from here"

— gets super touchy and doesn't let go of your hand for the next 30 minutes

— "hao, i'm not going anywhere, don't worry. also my hand is getting numb...."

— "oH sorry"

hanbin

—hanbin also strikes me as being quite possessive

— remember that one clip where zhang hao is touching taerae's leg and hanbin was in the back, watching it all unfold with a scary look on his face

— but then when taerae looks behind him to check for hanbin's expression, hanbin suddenly smiles like nothing happened

— so the main difference between zhang hao and hanbin is that hanbin actually tones down his emotions he is feeling at the time

— when he sees zhang hao showing you pictures on his phone while standing a little too close to you for his liking, hanbin sees literal red

— when you bring it up to him later,

— "is everything alright hanbin? i saw you glaring at me a while ago when i was with hao"

— "yes. everything is just fine. "

— he would feign a reassuring smile (a scarily believing one too)

— due to his leader position, hanbin has the tendency to be a control freak sometimes, and that translates over to your relationship with him as well

— but remember in that one video hanbin he said he resolves his anger easily

— so i think hanbin would quickly get over himself and acknowledge that there was no need for jealousy

— he eventually apologizes to you for acting this way

gyuvin

— i think gyuvin would get jealous quite easily since he is still quite young and needs more time to process this intense emotion

— gyuvin feels a twinge of jealously whenever he sees you laughing at ricky's jokes

— he would get insecure and start comparing himself to others :(

— tries to brush off his jealousy with humor

— "bitches be obsessed with y/n ⁉️ it's me i'm bitches ‼️🔥"

— "gyu, what's wrong?"

— "okay be honest y/n do you think ricky is funnier than me"

— reassuring gyuvin was really simple: just hug him

— gyuvin forgives you so quickly and wraps you in a big hug

taerae

— he is so gentle-natured and soft-hearted

— so i think taerae's heart would break a little when he overhears you asking matthew for advice about what shoes to pair with your outfit

— he is your boyfriend, NOT matthew!!! was his sense of style so awful you didn't wanna ask him for his opinion?

— lowkey gets offended but would never say that out loud

— instead he just becomes really really quiet

— taerae knows it's petty but he gives you the silent treatment and feels guilty about it the whole time

— taerae isn't trying to hurt you, but he just wants space and time for himself to think things through before he says anything he regrets

— comes out of hibernation after 24 hours and talks it through with you honestly

— "y/n i'm so sorry for ignoring you, i just wasn't being right in the head at the time and i let my emotions get the best of me"

ricky

— moderately gets jealous from time to time

— doesn't act like his usual self and sighs a lot out of frustration

— in my perspective, ricky is not usually touchy with loved ones, especially not in public

— but ricky starts acting more clingy than usual when he is jealous, which makes you ask him if everything was okay

— he admits to you that he didn't like it when you paid more attention to gyuvin's dog than him when you guys went over to gyuvin's the other day

— "ricky, you're jealous of..... eumpappa?" 💀

— "NO WHAT. well..... maybe a little. BUT i just wanted your attention :("

jiwoong

— i think jiwoong wouldn't really get jealous that often due to the life experiences and wisdom he already has (he is only 24 i accidentally made him sound ancient)

— being an actor, jiwoong definitely knows about having to kiss other actors while filming a romance drama,

— all while some actors are in their own actual relationships

— they know to set aside personal life for professionalism

— so i feel like jiwoong would understand and know how to separate the two

— knows that your relationsbip with him is valuable and you aren't trying to leave him when you spend alone time with the other boys

— honestly i can see jiwoong giving advice to the other boys who get jealous more often

— "taerae, i really think y/n just happened to ask matthew about the shoes because you had your airpods in and your head in a book. and no one wants to be interrupted when they're listening to music and reading."

matthew

— my boy matthew is so chill (it's the canadian in him)

— he almost never gets jealous

— except for maybe when you mention your childhood crush on nick from zootopia for some reason??? 💀

— matthew legit doesn't bat an eye when you tell him you're going to the grocery store to buy some ingredients for taerae's birthday cake

— "i wanna come along y/n!!! i know exactly what taerae would like."

— it's so sweet how matthew fully trusts you and the other zb1 boys

— if anything, matthew usually ENCOURAGES you to hang out with his friends

— smiley boy isn't worried at all

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arvensimp · 1 year

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*as if I’m ordering food at a drive thru* Can we get a fuckin uhhhhhhhhhh

Nsfw where Arven gets jealous of someone talking to y/n (fem or nb preferred!), so he does that whole passionate, steamy, borderline-rough “you’re mine” sex trope? 👉🏼👈🏼

You're lucky the jealous arven machine ain't broke lmaooo.

I was going to make this a pt 2 to green eyed tera type then I saw the nb/fem preferred. And... I was a little torn. I definitely am going to do a pt 2 to that drabble (someone else did already put that request in in my inbox as well!) I hope you don't mind if I give us a different person for Arven to get jealous about haha. I hope you don't mind if I do lean fem with this, too.

Different Kinda Jelly

Arven x fem!reader

Nsfw, vaginal sex, very slight dubcon themes (someone attempting a kiss and it becomes a cheek kiss), also some breeding kink? Sorry that's kinda where it ended up I hope you don't mind!!

So...you might be in a teensy bit of danger. Just a little bit. In a fun way!

But still danger.

It started with a request from La Primera to attend a tournament in Galar on her behalf. Basically you were supposed to represent rising talent and battling culture in Paldea, yadda yadda yadda. Super cool. Love it. Free trip to Galar!

You had a great time, honestly. You met some really great people and had a ton of fun battling and learning about new and different pokemon, even if there was often a language barrier.

The issue was because of a certain former top champion you met.

See, Leon was a charmer from the moment he greeted you in the lobby of the tournament's hotel with a gleaming smile and a delicious accent in broken Paldean. He'd told you how impressed he was with the videos he'd seen of your battles and how he looked forward to thoroughly thrashing you in front of everyone. He also offered to give you a tour of the area, as was apparently one of his duties as a native to the region.

Your agreement couldn't come fast enough, but the steadying hand on the small of your back as he spoke to you didn't hurt either.

The trouble got worse when you learned that apparently Leon was "pants with directions" and got the two of you lost several times the following day, leading to several public snafus with folks taking pictures of their beloved former champion and some mysterious foreigner at some of Galar's "hottest date destinations!"

The headlines were apparently terribly scandalous, but they were in a language you didn't particularly feel like translating.

However, Penny's a native Galarian and had no problem sharing with Nemona and Arven.

You spent 2 hours the following evening explaining the whole thing to Arven over the phone and how the whole thing was very clearly a misunderstanding, particularly on Leon's part. Nothing happened, and you were fully intending to beat the snot out of Leon in the competition the next day to make it up to Arven.

Then the next day came, and you met Leon on the pitch. You hadn't been able to see him before because of competition regulations or something, but when you met in the middle to shake hands, this man did a full bow and kissed your hand in front of the stadium and all the cameras.

Your face heated up, and you pulled your hand away as gracefully as you could while maintaining decorum for the public.

"Looking forward to our battle, love!" Boy, he got familiar with the pet names awfully fast.

"Looking forward to taking your charizard out of the sky!" You replied with a cheeky grin that hopefully came off as appropriately cocky for the crowds without causing scandal for your region.

In the end, your terastalized tinkaton was able to knock his lizard to the ground and pummel it, resulting in your victory.

You thought Leon might lose it for a moment, but it seemed like he'd only gotten better at dealing with defeat over time. When you met again in the center of the pitch, and you extended your hand, he took it...only to fully dip you for the crowds, causing them to gasp in surprise.

You yelped, and as he went in for a kiss for the cameras, you turned your face just in time, so that he planted one firmly on your cheek instead.

When he let you back to your feet, you both smiled and waved to the crowds before departing.

Backstage your phone had already blown up with texts from all of your friends, and you were already lamenting the roaming fees.

You called Arven first and he picked up before the first ring even finished.

"Are you kidding me?! Who does this guy think he is?"

"I'm about to go let him down. Officially, I guess? I didn't think this needed to happen. Something must have seriously been miscommunicated. I'm sorry you had to see that. Please please please believe me. I don't know what's going on in his head."

"Do you even understand how much this hurts me?"

"I don't. I couldn't, but I can imagine it, and I'm really sorry. I hope you saw how I was trying to avoid it all."

"...I guess..."

You heard a knock at the door to your locker room.

"Listen, Arven. I love you, and I'll be home soon, but I've got to go now. I'll call you back as soon as I can, okay?"

"'Kay. I love you, too."

You hung up and found Leon at the door waiting for you, leaning against the frame with arms crossed and a smile on his face.

"You really gave me a lashing out there, love. Good show!" He said as he made his way into the space.

"Uh....yeah..." You replied as you started to fiddle with the bottom of your jersey.

"So..." He spread out on the sofa like a purrloin.

"Leon...." You started. "What happened?" You asked in Galarian. "Outside?"

"On the pitch?" He gestured. "Just some fun! For the cameras! They love a love story, yeah? Those headlines were top news! It's great for the tournament, too. You're a bit shy though, yea? I'm sorry, love. I should've asked. Sorry." He at least had the decency to look properly sorry.

You frowned. "I...have a boyfriend. In Paldea."

Leon looked like he'd been smacked. "What?! Why didn't you say?"

You tilted your head to the side, trying to formulate a response, then typed one into a translation app on your phone which basically amounted to. "I didn't think it needed to be explained! You never asked?"

Leon at least had the decency to look sorry. He also pulled out a translation device when he realized his thoughts might be too complex for his simple Paldean. He apologized for not realizing that his actions could have been misconstrued the other day and then jumping the gun so publicly today. He genuinely seemed apologetic, so you accepted, on the condition that he also confirmed with Arven that you didn't do anything wrong.

So there in the locker room, you filmed former champion Leon apologizing to your boyfriend for attempting to kiss you on international television.

However, it seemed that all was not entirely forgiven. Galar's headlines forgot about you the moment you lost the tournament to some Kantonian named Red, but Arven?

Arven's a different story.

You're currently sitting on your bed, waiting for Arven to get back to your place, antsy with nerves. You know he's not actually mad because you know he knows you didn't do anything wrong.

But still. You feel bad to have been involved in him feeling bad. You love him.

That doesn't change the fact that you jump a bit when you hear the door open and Arven call your name.

"I-I'm upstairs!" You reply, your voice quivering.

He wastes no time making his way to the bedroom. You stand to give him a kiss, but he skillfully dodges you.

"Welcome back," He says with an even tone, but his eyes are dark.

"I really missed you..." You offer weakly.

"Oh, I know you did." He says, as he starts circling you, not unlike a veluza, almost predatory. "It seems you had a hard time being alone without me, didn't you?"

"Arven, you know I--"

Arven pulls you in close to him, gripping you by the waist and the back of the neck. "Would it have been better if I was there with you? Made sure to keep all those other guys away from my dearest treasure?"

"I-I..."

"I know you're a capable person and all... But you're just so...sweet..." His thumb at your neck rubs circles into the skin there. "Trusting... Maybe I should've tagged along. Kept them all away from you. Showed them who you belonged to, yeah?"

"O-Oh..." You feel your knees buckle a bit, but Arven's grip keeps you upright and secure. He can tell the effect this is having on you though because he smirks and leans in close to whisper hotly in your ear.

"Strip and get on the bed for me, will you?"

You do as you're told, with Arven watching you carefully. Only once you're dutifully in place does he also strip and move to straddle you.

"See here's the thing." Arven tells you as he leans in close, kissing along your neck and jawline. "I know you're a good girl."

The praise makes you whimper without even thinking.

"See?" He laughs softly, darkly. "Like that. I imagine all those other folks out there can tell that about you, too. They want to swoop in and steal you away from me..."

"N-No, Arven..." You whimper pathetically in protest.

"You wanna be with me, don't you, my sweetest?" He asks between hot, biting kisses along your collarbone while one of his hands snakes up to squeeze at your breasts.

"O-of course! Only you!" You reply, hooking a leg over his hips to draw him in closer to you.

Arven moves up to take your mouth in a searing kiss as he grinds his hardness against you. When he eventually moves away to pepper more bites along your neck, he mumbles into your skin. "Maybe I could mark you up...leave you with little marks all along this pretty neck... Show the world that you're mine. Would you like that?"

Your reply comes only as a pathetic whine and nod while your fingers thread through his soft hair.

"I'll take that as a yes then..." Arven replies with a soft chuckle.

As he starts working on dotting your clavicle with hickies, one of his hands goes to unhook your leg from his hips, letting your knees splay open. His fingers deftly move to the growing wetness between your thighs.

"Hmm... Already soaked like this?" He tuts in faux mocking. "Such a needy thing... Guess I have no choice but to take care of you."

You wantonly grind against his fingers as his thumb works glorious circles around your clit, bringing you to a stunning completion in a matter of about a minute that has your thighs quaking while you chant his name like a mantra.

"That's right, sweet thing... You know who you belong to, don't you..." He murmurs, gathering wetness from your folds to lube up his cock. "You're mine." He says as he thrusts into you in one fluid motion that has you choking on an inhalation. It's a little rough, but nothing he knows you're not already comfortable with. It's the same with the pace he sets as he fucks into you.

You do your best to match his thrusts from below, but when he catches on to your movement he pauses. "Ah, ah, ah... Not this time." He says before hefting your knees over his shoulders. The new angle makes for a rougher fuck that hits the most delicious places inside of you.

"I wanna fuck you so hard you never even think of another man. You hear me?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Yeah?" His hips stutter a bit. "You like that?" You nod because you know if you open your mouth the only thing to come out would be stupid moans.

"Good. I'm gonna keep fucking you like this. Make sure all the world knows you're mine. F-fuck... Maybe if I knock you up, everyone else'll get the h-hint!"

That was new. Not something expected or discussed prior, but it did something to you, and Arven clearly noticed.

"Holy f-fuck, that got a rise out of you, didn't it? You got so much, nngh, tighter...Sh-shit.... I'm close. Just...." It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums hard and deep inside you. A moment later, he's let your legs go, and then he's collapsed onto the bed beside you.

"Uh... Sorry for the roughness." He pants. "And, uh, the other thing."

Still entirely blissed out, you look back at him. "Hm? It's okay... I dunno... Maybe I should go to other regions more often..."

#arven fanfic #arven x female reader #arven x reader

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reivrze · 1 year

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Hey hey heyyyy-

Omg I love ur blog sm 😍-random, ik, but I do rly love it. I love all creators Ngl, the dedication to writing and posting is not something I have 😭.

Anywaysssssss I was wondering if you could do a fanfic/headcannon (u choose) of idol!enhypen and how they would react when their s/o started intensely fangirling over their new concept pics. 99% sure all engenes can relate to that rn 😩.

Oh right….and can I be the 🪷 anon if u do anon claims…?

Thanks smmmmm!

🪷anon

a/n : hiii ! thank you for the kind words, they motivate me so much ♡ ♡. i can definitely relate to ur reqs considering i almost died seeing those concept photos, 100% srs. as for the anon thing, i've put you down as 🪷 anon in my anon list ! anyways, i hope you like the outcome !!

pairing(s): bf!enha/idol!enha × gn!reader genre(s): fluff kinda / headcanons format warning(s): thirsting over enha, this is not proof read, i have no motivation to proof read it, i might do it later

희 ; heeseung would laugh so hard when he learned from your best friend that you were on the floor, having a meltdown after seeing the concept photos. he had begged for her to send pictures. the people around him giving him weird looks after he bursted out laughing in public. he'd find it even funnier after seeing that he was now your new wallpaper.

제 ; jay would feel a little embarrased at his pictures but hearing you being a fangirling mess over him would boost his confidence so much, he'd be so thankful that he has you around to remind him constantly that he is hot, sexy, beautiful, amazing, handsome, attractive, pretty, adorable, captivating, sharp, elegant, stylish, every compliment in the dictionary basically.

크 ; jake would get so happy, like he'd have this sheepish smile when he sees that his phone was getting spammed of you going crazy. he'd call you the minute he was available, he'd be laughing and giggling during the whole 3h of call of you just rambling about hot good he looked in his photos.

성 ; sunghoon would get super confident but also shy? like internally he gets so timid and finds you adorable but on the outside he plays it off as "yeah i'm hot and i know it". it'd be adorable watching him try to keep his cool when inside, he's literally dying from the happiness he gets when he sees you fangirl over him.

선 ; sunoo is stuck in between fanboying over you fangirling and side-eyeing you. he'd probably try to act annoyed but he can't hide the fact that his ears would become all red and his cheeks a pink tint. he'd his face in the crook of your neck out of embarrassement.

정 ; jungwon would feel releived to hear that the pictures came out well and that they're good enough to make you nearly faint. he'd been stressed about if the concept would go well and to hear you rant about how attractive the pictures looked would take weight off his shoulder.

니 ; niki, niki, niki... ah.. this boy would tease you forever, it's a horrible idea to let him know the effect he has on you. he'd film your little meltdown and would never let you live that down. his ego would skyrocket and for the rest of the month, if you ever whined about anything, he'd pull the video out and threaten to send it to his whole contact list.

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 7 months

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VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED VMIN ARE IN LOVE VMIN ARE MARRIED

Oh Anon you're so real for this. Honestly anyone who dared claim 'vmin divorce' should be sued because what we got to see today? There was never any talk of divorce, ever, if anything there was a vow renewal haha

When we heard that Tae would have a fan meeting as part of his Layover promo, we joked around about how cute it'd be if Jimin would come as special guest but ultimately dismissed the idea. We didn't want to get our hopes up concluding that likely there would be no guest or it could be someone else. So imagine our endless surprise when suddenly pictures and videos hit the TL on twt showing Jimin up on stage with Tae. No joke, I nearly dropped my phone and then thought there's no way, I had to be seeing things. I mean, I was but my eyes were not lying to me. Introduced as his best friend.

So not only did Tae's fan meeting give us Tae performing and having fun with ARMY, it also gave us Tae having fun with Jimin with ARMY. Jimin also spoke about how while preparing for today, Tae called him and asked him if he'd want to come so he'd asked if that would be okay, but in the end, he came as quickly as he could. And isn't that the sweetest thing? Having your first solo fan meeting and having your soulmate right there by your side to experience this with?

Please do check out this video of Jimin coming up on stage and Tae being so happy, it seemed like he didn't know what to do with himself and all this emotions so he smacked Jimin's ass, after Jimin cutely smiled at him, and then pulled him closer by the hip. Very vmin behaviour. Somebody hold me because I might combust.

Speaking of pulling people closer, we also got at least two endlessly adorable vmin hugs that had us yelling as well. The way Jimin closed his eyes? I cannot even.

Tae and Jimin also played games with ARMYs, including one person who came dressed as Bart Simpson saying they did it simply because it hoped it would make Tae happy and smile. How sweet is that? That's the kind of things Tae deserves, ARMYs showing him just how much they love and appreciate him because truly, look at him and tell me how anyone can dislike him. They did challenges and played ping pong and even danced, including Tae and Jimin dancing to Go Go with Jimin looking at Tae as though knowing that Tae is their choreography memory king and obviously he remembered every step. And we also got this sweet moment of Jimin caressing Tae's head.

We also had Tae announcing unplanned things like them going to Running Men together as well as this:

Mandakkoo translation on twt: Tae: first of all...me and jiminie..will work on a much cooler song..... Jimin: ..if you're like this then u Really have to do itㅋㅋ he just keep- talking bout things like this y'knowㅋㅋ u really Have to do it then... Tae: ..alright!

Which was brought upon by Tae and Jimin spontaneously singing Friends together with them finally singing the You Are My Soulmate line together, being cute AF while doing so, and making everyone cry in the process of it all. Earlier Tae also had Jimin sit down and sang him happy birthday along with ARMY as surprise. So cute!

How could these devastatingly cute smiles ever lie? Also the manager smiling at them, awww.

In the end, after their second super cute hug, with their arms still around each other, they sat down on the stage with their backs toward the audience so they could take a picture with ARMY to commemorate this day.

And just as Jimin was leaving the stage, Tae called out his name and shyly did a cute heart pose for him and got a heart back.

Generally there were just so many cute little moments that, after a year of comparatively barely any vmin, reaffirmed the fact that just because we don't see it, that doesn't mean it isn't there, as in, just because vmin don't constantly tell us about them hanging out or talking or doing something, that doesn't mean they don't still do that. Like that Jeju trip from which Tae posted pictures on his IG with Jimin and JK. If Tae didn't tell us, we wouldn't have ever known that this trip happened. Tae and Jimin were and still very much are soulmates, the vibe when they interact and look at each other so filled with mutual adoration and this soft spot they have for one another, and their bond is just as strong and beautiful as it was and will always be. As Tae said in the BTS book, Jimin is someone he can't live without and, from their TV appearance in 2021, Jimin is the person he likes the most.

But speaking of Tae liking Jimin the most and whatnot, I thought this anon message we got yesterday also fit in with this quite well:

From Anon: Did you see taehyung once again showed jimin a piece of art, this time jimin as an elf? Imagine being the fbi agent responsible for monitoring taehyung's phone and everyday you go like ''here we go again'' when taehyung pulls up 10+ jimin fanart tabs again

For those of you who might've missed it, during his birthday live Jimin shared what looks like an AI piece of art depicting Jimin as elf in a fantasy setting. He said Tae was the one who showed it to him and it made him giggle so much! Later as part of his public birthday wishes to Jimin, Tae posted another piece of AI art of Jimin this time as hunter/warrior also in a fantasy setting. This makes this the second and third time we've heard and seen Tae spend time on Jimin fan art since the moon tattoo on Jimin's back was also inspired by a piece of Jimin fan art that Tae had sent to him saying how cool it looked.

There were also a few silly little theories about what if Tae made those fantasy AI Jimin's himself, since some time ago he'd asked about a program or something to do this, but if that's what happened, who knows, but the thought is very Tae.

So yeah, after a long time without vmin, today was a day that just kept on giving and I hope Tae and Jimin got to have that drink they mentioned they would get together after the fan meeting. What a day to be a vminnie, wow.

Lastly there was this twt that I very much agreed with so I thought I'd share, it said: the way taehyung is so overjoyed that jimin is here with him? if he was any more giddy in love i’m positive he would’ve kissed jimin there and then

What a mood.

#vmin #taehyung #jimin #Taehyung fan meeting #vmin hug #BTS

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AU. Chapter 4

Ava starts a dumb YouTube channel where she makes complicated recipes badly. Maybe people show up for that, but they kind of stick around for her conversations with her roommate — who stays off-screen. Mostly.

chapter 4 excerpt:

The new camera is so fucking shiny. Ava holds it, enjoys the newness of it, the sleekness, while Beatrice flips through the manual. This is how it goes, whenever they get a new thing; Ava wants to touch it, and Beatrice wants to read about it.

Ava, as she does every time, takes the opportunity to say, "It’s probably super intuitive. We don’t need instructions."

Deriding guides, lists, textbooks, and other itemised sets of information is always a worthwhile investment: Beatrice, very predictably, gets this expression that suggests they may as well walk into traffic if all the structure of the world can be so easily jettisoned.

"This is a very precise and multifunctional piece of equipment," Beatrice replies. "A thorough understanding of —"

Ava just lets the rest of it wash over her. The essence of the speech is more or less that Beatrice would like Ava to get the absolute most out of her camera, which necessitates an inventory of every single function and feature, so that she fully appreciates her options.

Ava, by contrast, is of the opinion that the knobs and dials are things she can fuck around with and figure out as she goes, and that the way to get the absolute most of out of her camera is to point it at Beatrice.

She appreciates her options just fine.

Beatrice reads the manual in English and then in German; every time, for every appliance, Beatrice checks a minimum of two languages, to account for any lapses in translation.

While she's doing that, Ava has managed to pop the batteries in and figure out the memory card.

She spins off the lens cap and brings the camera up to her eye, peering through the viewfinder. It's the first camera she's ever owned in her life, and she likes the feeling of it much better than her phone: the weight of it, how the zoom requires twisting and fiddling rather than swiping her fingers, the delightful tactility of the button under her finger.

And yes, it’s supposed to be for her channel, for making better quality videos, but there’s a reason she got this model instead of a lameass camcorder. She also wants to take four hundred million photographs of literally everything in existence — okay, some things more than others �� and conveniently, she wants to push this button four hundred million times, so everything is going to work out terrifically.

"This is going to consume my entire life and brain, I can just feel it," Ava murmurs, adjusting the zoom again, listening to the faint whirring sound it makes.

She pans the camera across to the actual expert in consuming Ava's life and brain for comment, but Beatrice is frowning down at the warranty information and has very likely not noticed that Ava is talking at all.

"Bea?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I take a photograph of you?"

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"How about we go for a walk?" Beatrice suggests. "I'm sure there are plenty of photographable things outside that you’ll be able to experiment on."

The opportunity to make an experimenting joke is right there, but if Ava goes down that road, they'll never make it back.

"Just a super quick snap of you, and then we can go on a walk," she bargains.

Beatrice makes a vague gesture that Ava recognises as a yes before her gaze drops back to the instruction booklet, her finger curling the edge of one of the pages. "I suppose. What do you —"

"Got it!"

It took Ava an age to get Beatrice to smile in photographs without looking somewhat wary and pained — the pictures she has from the first few months of their friendship seem to suggest that Beatrice had a mild headache for all of it — but now, Beatrice smiles like Beatrice, even when there's a camera.

[cont. on ao3]

#more nonsense from the nonsense conference #but at this point i feel like you all know what you're getting from me #avatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice fic #avatrice fanfic #sunsafewriting

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[Translation] Bon Appetit! (Niki FS2) / Chapter 1

Hiiro: I ordered the lightly vanilla scented "pudding a-la-mode"!

Hinata: And I got a parfait filled to the brim with seasonal fruit!

Niki: I got this super fancy fruit waffle, and it even comes with a little parfait on the side!

Hinata: All three treats in a row make for a pretty sweet sight~ All these sweets loom scrumptious!

Hiiro: Just like the name of the place, “Fruit Parlor”, says, theres a variety of different fruits on everything on the menu. I’m unfamiliar with what a “parlor” is, but after following Shiina-san I was able to discover beautiful food. I’m so happy.

Niki: When I go out to eat so that I can come up with new recipes, I usually go out alone. But I’m glad I let you both tag along~

Hinata: Ahaha. When I heard you were coming to the Fruit Parlor, I couldn’t resist since I’ve got a sweet tooth.

Hiiro: Umu. Same here, I heard it was a good place with splendid food…there’s still so much in the city I don’t know about.

Niki: …Oop. I’m gonna dig in now. Thank you for the meaaaal~!

Hinata + Hiiro: Thank you for the meal!

Niki: Just so you know, a "parlor" is a Western-type restaurant that offers a bunch of casual foods and drinks.

Hiiro: Heeeh, I've learned something new. Thank you, Shiina-san!

Hinata: Oh right, if you're gonna need a reference for a recipe, do you wanna bite? Cuz this parfait is taaaasty~

Niki: Is it really okay?! I'd love to!

Hiiro: Please try some of my pudding as well. It's delicious, so much so that I can't think of any other way to describe it.

Niki: Uuu, you two are too kind! When I finish this recipe I'll absolutely let you try it...!

Hiiro: Fufu, I'm looking forward to it. Shiina-san always makes such delicious food.

Hinata: Soooo true~ Shiina-senpai we're lucky to be in the same room as you. Ah, that reminds me--

Niki: ? Why did you just point your phone at me?

Hinata: Oh don't mind me! While you're eating so happily like that, just turn this way a bit please!

Niki: Like this?

Hinata: Ohh, I got a pretty good shot~

Niki: What's with this all of a sudden? Are you posting it to SNS*?

Hinata: ...Not exactly, I actually overheard something back at the agency. Shiina-senpai's turn for a "Feature Live" is coming up.

Niki: Heeeh, my "Feature Live"...wait, what?! It's my turn already?! But didn't Rinne-kun just have a live performance a few days ago?

Hiiro: That's true, Nii-san's show was recently. However, is there a specific rule for the order?

Hinata: No clue. Anzu-san might be looking at the schedule and deciding that way? ...But let's just leave that be for a bit. The pamphlet for the "Feature Live" features a bunch of off-shots** of the idols. I thought having this fun time with Shiina-senpai was the perfect chance for an off-shot picture, so I took one~ Shiina-senpai, if out on your day off from work, that means your "off" now right?

Niki: I guess? I mean I'm eating food and being really random but it isn't any different from what I do everyday...so maybe it's fine for an offshoot?

Hinata: I know right? And here's....another shot~!

Hiiro: Then, I'll give it my best to take pictures of Shiina-senpai too. I've improving at using a camera recently~

Niki: Having two cameras being pointed at me feels weird but if it really is my turn then it would be a big help if I had a few pictures. I'd be grateful if you randomly took a few.

Hiiro: Umu, please leave it to us. Would it be alright to send these to Anzu-san later?

Hinata: That's right. Instead of sending them to Shiina-senpai it'd just be faster to send them to Anzu-san first. I'll send them and explain~.

Niki: Thanks a bunch, you two~ ...Oh, once you're done taking pictures you should probably get back to eating. You'll miss out~

Hinata: Uwah, the ice cream is gonna melt!

Hiiro: That's true, we need to eat it quickly...!

Niki: Even if it's sweets, savor it well you two~

That Night

Niki: (Tomorrow's prep, check. Sweeping the restaurant and keeping the kitchen clean, check. That's pretty much it for work today, all that's left is waiting for Nee-san here--)

Niki: --ah, Nee-san, when did you get here?! Please come in instead of staying by the door! You didn't want to get in the way so you watched and waited for me to finish work? Nono, Nee-san didn't you contact me beforehand? You could've just talked to me at any point with no problem yknow.

Niki: ...So, um. About my "Feature Live", I know it's my turn for it but what did you want to meet up today for? Eh? A picture? Oh you're talking about the one the other two took? I'm happy you like them, it's all thanks to Hinata-kun and Otouto-san...Is this...what I was hoping for? You're asking what kind of moments do I want to post and which off-shot pictures I think are good? Uummmm, I mean if it's just a picture of good food then I have no problem, but it's gonna be in the pamphlet so I have to be in the pictures right?

Niki: .....

Niki: Sorry, I should stay quiet. It's an "off-shoot" so I was just thinking about my time off...

Niki: ? You're asking if I even have time off, what do you mean by that? ...Of course I do, I spend it prepping food at night like this. I'm at the cafeteria or at "Cinnamon" in the kitchen when I'm not doing idol things too. But, today I used my time off to think up ideas for a new recipe. Wait, wouldn't that count as a chef's job?

Niki: Uuu I'm gonna go crazy. What in the world do I consider as time off? You're asking if I don't have days off to at least tell you what I do in my spare time?

Niki: J-just wait a moment please. I'll try to figure out how I normally am!

(*): An abbreviation meaning "Social Networking Sites", social media basically

(**): Hinata calls them off-shots in the dialogue box written in ktkn. The idea of it described in other FS2 stories is that the pamphlet needs candid (in the moment) pictures of idols in their free time.

#aurora tls #enstars #enstars translation #niki shiina #hiiro amagi #hinata aoi #crazyb

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Reuniting

Warnings: moon knight spoilers!!, cursing, bad parenting, mentions of character death, all Arabic comes from google translate, implied abuse, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marc Spector x sister reader, little bit of Steven Grant x sister reader

Request: Would you be down to write a Marc Spector with a younger sister? Like maybe she was born/adopted after Randall’s passing and was super close to Marc until he left. The he meets her again in Cairo.

(I hope this is what you were looking for, sorry if it’s not what you had in mind)

Requested by: @softieekayy

*not my gif*

Summary: You hadn’t seen your brother in years, and you thought he was dead. Imagine your surprise when you see him on the way to the market in the morning

A/N: Marc and Stevens voices will be bolded and italicized whenever they’re talking to whichever one is fronting; I got a lot more moon knight requests so I’m working on them atm

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

The crowd swarmed on around you, unaware of your frozen presence in the center of them, continuing around you as if your eyes weren’t locked on that familiar mop of brown curls and darker eyes, as they stared right back at you.

Clearly neither of you had expected the other to be there, you on your way to the market and him on his way to his hotel room.

Your heart was pounding so loudly in your chest that you were sure that everyone around you could hear it over the chaos of the busy city.

Last he had heard you were still in the states, living in an apartment in Chicago, working as a waitress in a local cafe while taking classes at the nearby community college.

And last you knew, your brother, Marc Spector, might as well have been dead because nobody had heard from him for months.

When you had received a panicked phone call from his wife, Layla, you immediately phoned the police, but they told you that they couldn’t do anything because he technically went missing in Egypt.

Of course the other lady had already told the police there, but they apparently had come up with absolutely nothing on the man, as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth and Marc Spector had never been alive in the first place.

You had immediately flown to Cairo to comfort your sister-in-law and grieve alongside her for about two weeks before she tearfully left you, saying that she had things that she had to take care of.

She had checked in with you every day since, knowing how close you and your brother used to be.

You had come into the picture a month after your older brother Randall had died, your mother had been eight months pregnant with you when it all happened.

As soon as you came into the world, she despised you with every bone in her body, blaming you just as much as Marc for her not being able to chase after the boys that rainy day because of how pregnant she was.

With your father being so focused on trying to take care of his wife, poor young Marc had practically been left to raise you on his own, with the help of Steven of course.

You had been so young at the time that you hadn’t known that it wasn’t completely normal for your brother to be two different people, so you loved both the boys with all your heart.

Unknown to you, Marc had done everything in his power at the time to shield both you and Steven from the horrors that really went on in your household.

When you were finally old enough to understand what was going on with Marc and Steven, the alter for some reason stopped fronting. And whenever you tried to talk to your brother about it, he just brushed you off, leaving you to assume that one of the people that raised you was truly gone, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Around that same time, you were exposed to what was really going on with your mother, only having had small snippets of it in the past, while Marc was at school and you were home on a half day, suffering from your mother screaming at you that it was your fault your older brother had died. One that you hadn’t even known existed until that moment.

And then the second Marc was old enough, he left and didn’t look back. Not to your father. Mother. Home. Or even you, his little sister, whom he had protected and raised for most of his life.

He hadn’t been thinking that day, all he knew was that he was finally old enough to get out of there when he was drafted into the Marines, and by the time he had realized where he left you, it was too late.

You were left alone in that hellhold for a few more years before you too were finally allowed to leave, and you took the first chance you could and got the hell out of there

Sadly, you hadn’t had enough money saved so you couldn’t move out of the city or go to a great college despite your intelligence, but you made due.

During this time Marc had been dishonorably discharged, and the first thing he had done was go looking for you.

And once he found you all he wanted to do was go to you. Hug you. Apologize. Over and over again. Assure you he would never leave again.

But then he realized that you were probably way better without him in your life. Him and his problems.

So he stayed away.

Watching from afar and keeping tabs on you to make sure that you were always okay and never in any immediate danger.

As soon as Marc stepped out of that house, you had absolutely no idea what had happened to him.

And then Layla had reached out to you- after hearing so many stories about you from her husband- to share the news of his disappearance, making your world come crashing down once again.

Not only had he been alive, he had been married and able to contact you, but he had chosen not to. He clearly had not wanted anything to do with you.

Maybe he too blamed you for Randall’s death.

And then you found out that he once again was gone? You had no idea what to do or how to react.

Once Layla left you, you had planned on staying in Egypt only a day later, but then you had rekindled an old interest of yours. Egyptian mythology.

Steven used to tell you stories about it all the time instead of reading your normal bedtime stories and he would just ramble on and on about it for hours, surprised that you never stopped him and actually ended up showed interest in it.

You had decided to stay a while longer to study more about it instead of going back, taking time off to stay.

Learning about it made you feel closer to Steven, and even Marc, the people you thought you knew before Marc had left and Steven had disappeared.

After being there for three months already, you had woken up to begin your normal routine of going to the market in the morning for some breakfast, which was when you saw him.

Slowly, Marc’s feet seemed to work without him meaning for them to and he practically floated over to you, mouth dropped slightly and eyes wide.

You were frozen in place, unable to move towards or away from the man, and your brain wasn’t able to comprehend him being there, so you didn’t know if you wanted to move closer to or away from him.

“Y/n.” He breathed out, eyes scanning every inch of your face, “What the hell are you doing here?”

Finally, you appeared to be snapped out of your daze, and you took a stumbling step back, visibly flinching away.

Marc, who hadn’t even realized he put his arms out to catch you if you fell, dropped them to his sides with a frown.

Is that… is that really her?

The man didn’t even have to glance at the mirror on the wall next to him to know that Steven was staring at you with wide and watered eyes.

Ignoring him, Marc pressed on, “Y/n?” He repeated the same question, trying to understand if you were really there, or if he was just getting crazier faster.

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head and turning on your heels, running your hands through your hair, “This is not happening, this is not happening.” You kept repeating to yourself, trying to get rid of what you thought to be a hallucination.

“مرحبا، هل أنت بخير؟”

(Hey, are you okay?)

Ahmed was a local that you had become friends with when you moved into the city, he had known how hard it could be moving to a foreign country, and he did everything he could to make you feel welcomed, and in doing so he quickly became your first friend in Cairo.

He been walking to work when he had seen you stumbling away from a strange man with a look of terror on your face, and he immediately rushed over to see what was happening.

You whipped around to face him, pointing a shaky finger at Marc, “هل هذا الرجل هناك؟”

(Is that man there?)

Ahmed looked back and forth between the two of you in confusion before giving a hesitant nod, unaware of what was going on.

Marc on the other hand, was in shock. When had you learned how to speak Arabic?

You turned back to your friend, giving him the best brave face you could muster before assuring him that you would be okay and that he could go to work. And after much persuasion, he did.

You turned back to face Marc, lifting your eyes to face your older brother, “What are you doing here, Marc?” You hadn’t meant for your tone to waver, but it did and Marc immediately began feeling guilty.

Marc… what did you do to her?

“Shut up.” The man snapped, trying to focus on his sister at the moment.

“Excuse me?” It had come out louder than you expected it to, and people started staring.

Marc’s eyes widened and he quickly looked back to you in panic, “No, no! I wasn’t talking to you!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over yourself and cocking an eyebrow at him, “Sure, Marc.” The name came out of your mouth as if it were venom and Marc felt his blood run cold, and he knew Stevens did as well.

“L-listen,” Marc had never felt like this before, so… desperate. And he didn’t like the feeling, not at all, but he needed to talk to you, “I know I’ve got a lot of explaining to do-“

“A lot of-“ You screamed, interrupting him, but you cut yourself off as more people turned to stare at the two of you.

With a huff you turned on your heel and began stomping to somewhere more private, not bothering to see if your brother was following you.

When you got into an empty alley you turned to him with a hard glare, and he could’ve sworn that his heart had stopped. The glare was so deadly, and so unlike the sister he had known all those years ago.

“I thought you were dead, Marc.” You whispered, looking down at the ground quickly, “I came to terms with that fact when I was eleven.”

Marc’s breath hitched, “You… you thought I was dead this whole time?”

He doesn’t know what he had expected, he had been gone for so long with no explanation, after all.

You nodded and let out a humorless laugh and tilted your head up to the sky to keep the tears out of your eyes, “Imagine my surprise when your wife called, claiming you to now be missing.”

He hadn’t thought his heart could be dropped farther then it already had, until you had said that, “Layla?” He was surprised, she hadn’t mentioned meeting you to him or Steven.

You let out another laugh that sent chills down his spine, “You know, all this time you could’ve reached out, sent me a postcard, something instead of me having to lose my brother for the second time.”

Marc…

“I never meant to hurt you.” The man whispered brokenly.

Your eyes snapped up to him and the tears were immediately replaced by fires of rage, “Well you did.”

Marc, give me the body.

“N/n…”

I can fix this.

“Just go, Marc.” Your voice was final.

“Fine,” he whispered, “I’m gone.”

You stood there, waiting for him to walk away, but he didn’t. Instead, he stood there and for a split second , letting his eyes flutter shut, and when they opened your brother no longer stood in front of you.

Replacing his tall posture and defensive figure, he suddenly became slightly slouched and awkward, making your eyes go wide with realization.

“Hello, love.” Stevens' British voice called out to you hesitantly, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

“Steven.” You breathed out in disbelief, “You-you’re…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say.

He smiled nervously, “I’m here, in the flesh.”

“Oh my god.” You let out a sob, rushing over and wrapping your arms around the man, “You- I thought you were gone as well, for years before Marc left, I mean, but-“

You quickly pushed yourself away, causing him to stumble a bit because his arms had been wrapped around you as well, “You didn’t reach out to me either.”

Steven glanced quickly at Marc in the mirror, unsure of what to do.

The man in the mirror sighed, putting his head in his hands.

Tell her.

Steven didn’t need to be told twice, “N-no, it’s not like that! I-he… I don’t know how he did it but I thought that you and I were texting everyday, but it must’ve been someone else.”

“So… you thought you were still in contact with me after all these years?” You slowly put together the pieces.

He quickly nodded in return, relieved that you appeared to believe him.

“And, about Marc…” Steven started, ignoring how said man’s head snapped up in concern, “He really thought he was doing what was best for you… as bonkers and messed up as it may be.”

“Oh.” You breathed out, looking down again for a moment, thinking, before moving your eyes up to find his, “May I talk to him?”

Within two seconds, Marc was standing before you.

You got this, mate.

“Is what he says… true?” You asked.

Marc nodded, “I really did think that keeping you away from me would end up protecting you. Not a day passed where I didn’t want to reach out so damn badly, but I forced myself to make the most difficult decision of my life and I stayed away.”

That’s all it took for you to hurdle yourself at your big brother and wrap your arms around his neck just like you had done moments before with Steven.

He didn’t waste a second wrapping you in a strong, warm, and protective hug that made you feel safer then you had in years, holding you close and burying his face in your hair. Allowing himself a moment more of vulnerability.

Finally, you gently pulled away, “We have a lot to catch up on.”

That we do.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Marc replied, smiling down at you slightly.

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h2obased · 11 months

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Another Word For Surveillance - Part 12

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You asked Bucky out. He said no. Cool. How do you move on? You don’t.

Notes & Warnings:

DNI if under 18 | Fluff, swearing, canon typical violence, some angst, lotsa pining, sexual content I don’t give permission for my work to be copied/reposted/translated anywhere. I only post stories here and on AO3. Series Chapters || Masterlist Another Word For Surveillance - Part Twelve

BUCKY

Sometimes Bucky had terrible luck. There’s a permanent exhibit at the Smithsonian and a handful of documentaries elaborating on this deplorable fact.

When Steve told Bucky about having to leave the same day for a mission, only six minutes after you made him a very happy man in that cramped office room, all Bucky could do was repeatedly curse until Steve ended the call.

Of course he has to leave again. Of course.

He can’t do anything about that but there was one thing he could change now - he made you his first call. And that made all the difference.

You took the news well, in that you did not start spouting expletives unlike Bucky, but you were worried nonetheless.

“Allentown? Wasn’t that a dead end?”

“Can’t say where.” Bucky slipped into another office room at the hangar, which was very similar to where he first kissed you, and the memory filled him with the warmth of assurance. “Sorry Sweets.”

“It’s Allentown.”

“No.” Lie. Bucky didn’t wait for you to catch on. “It’s three days tops.”

“Is it though?”

That made him laugh. A belly-warming, head-clearing, eye-crinkling laugh.

Nobody ever fussed about where Bucky went. Except you. Over a year ago, he was off to steal alien tech in Atlantic City and transport it to a facility in Colorado. He disappeared for two days. Nobody even asked where he had been. But when he skipped a morning meeting to run down a lead, even the groundskeepers told him you popped by to inquire if Bucky had taken one of the mowers again for a joy ride.

It was nice to know you cared enough to be bummed out by the spontaneous nature of his job.

You took a breath, like you wanted to say something.

“Yeah Sweets?” He held his breath.

But you didn’t say much after that. Just a goodbye, with a smile in your voice. “Nothing, just… be careful out there.” A microwave dinged. “In Allentown.”

He pictured you walking around the apartment barefoot, wearing his shirt. The one you never returned. He chuckled, knowing there wasn’t much he could say to make you think you got the location wrong.

“See you in three days ok?” He sounded a little bit too eager, but this was critical. In three days, he’ll get time with you, away from the office, away from screens, paperwork and case files. Just you and him.

“Ok Bucky. Three days.”

You sounded so sweet, even if you didn’t know what he had in mind.

It’s never just three days. Not when Bucky’s on the passenger manifest. Of course.

His frustration peaked when three days became five and even when the Quinjet hit cruising altitude mere minutes after taking off from an abandoned complex in Allentown on Day Six, he continued to simmer and refused to speak.

He couldn’t even reply to your messages without rambling. There was much to tell you about the most routine activities - he discovered the best way to roll a hoodie and turn it into a pillow - but he couldn’t string words together. Instead, he sent you a short text letting you know he’ll be home soon. Bucky tossed his phone into his bag half-heartedly, knowing he would have been better off scrolling through your messages: cat memes and photos of overgrown grass at the compound.

Mild annoyance took up all his energy that moment. He wanted to blame Steve, somebody, anybody, but deep down Bucky knew there was no one to blame for this delay, except maybe the asshole trafficking a bad batch of the super soldier serum that nearly caused a gang turf war to erupt in the east coast.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, feeling his stomach contract and gradually expand as he followed with slow deep breaths.

Bucky placed his palms flat against his legs and focused on you. He planned on making dinner. One of the three dishes he learned how to do really well. He’d bribe the bozos to stay out of the apartment. So that you can relax and forget about everything else. And if you wanted more than that, well Bucky was prepared for whatever you felt like doing.

Yeah, he could see himself doing all these things with you.

Now that he could admit that to himself, a slight panic rose because he really should be spending more time delivering on The Plan.

To convince you that The Incident back at the bar all those months ago was a fluke.

That he was prepared to go to great lengths to make you happy.

That all he wanted to be was yours.

It wasn’t just a one-night plan - it was a lifetime plan. He was prepared to shoot for the fucking stars.

The potency of his conviction made him feel dizzy at times. It was definitely unusual, this sense of knowing where he belonged. And to whom. For someone who has bounced from one decade to another without a clear sense of why the hell he’s still around, the certainty that he was meant to be here brought him agency. There’s power in that.

Getting delayed by work wasn’t just inconvenient, it was not acceptable. He wasted enough time sitting on his ass.

Bucky peeked at the screen overhead and grunted. How can it only be two minutes since take off?

“Breathe man,” Sam intoned from across the aisle.

Bucky exhaled again, expelling nerves from his system, allowing himself to sink into visions of you. The inquisitive smile you wore when he talked about keeping himself entertained during missions. The way your scent cut through and Bucky could never get enough.

Your hand on his.

The next time he opened his eyes, the jet dipped under the clouds set against the skyline of upstate New York. The pilot announced landing instructions. Bucky was first to disembark and he didn’t stop walking until he reached the secure grid leading to their residence.

A third of the walk to the apartments was all the time it took to figure out where you were that evening. It had little to do with his tracking skills.

It was Romanoff who sent him your location. A peace offering of sorts, Bucky supposed.

“Well played,” he muttered as he picked up his pace. He had time to shower - that was it - and then Bucky was making his way to you.

The First Resort was named after Last Resort, the bar in Total Recall.

Sam said Total Recall was a movie that came out in the nineties. And the 2000s. He was quick to launch into a monologue about a bodybuilder from Austria, but all Bucky cared about was what the name implied about people at the compound resorting to a drink at the end of a long work day.

No judgment there. If Bucky could get drunk, he’d probably be a regular.

He parked that thought as he arrived at the bar. It didn’t take him long to spot you in the crowd; it’s a skill Bucky was proud to master.

His eyes zeroed in on you but he was mindful about keeping a neutral expression. He promptly registered your immediate surroundings - assholes abounded, but it's the lethal ones he needed to weed out as a priority - out of habit and smiled politely at the people at your table. It’s the usual crowd from your team with a few engineers, but Bucky wasn’t one to crash a table like he was the guest of honor.

A guy telling a story about camping in Nevada paused mid-sentence to glance at Bucky standing awkwardly behind your seat.

You turned your head up, your kilowatt smile stunning the soldier. “Hi.”

Bucky couldn’t even remember what he was so angry about on the flight back home anymore.

“Someone’s been drinking to pass the time until your return Barnes,” Claire teased.

Bucky’s cheeks reddened and he turned to you helplessly.

You tilted your head toward the bar. “Let’s get you a drink?”

He eyed the half-empty bottle of beer sitting on rings of water by your arm. While everyone else was on their third or fourth beer, you’d been nursing your drink.

“I’ll have another one too please, thanks Bucky!” Claire called out as Bucky followed you to the bar.

“It’s been a long day for everyone assigned to Stark’s project,” you explained before glancing at the bartender.

“I don’t really want a beer,” he admitted. Bucky knew what he needed to tell you. He just wasn’t sure how to get there. He took a deep breath, feeling the knots in his shoulder relax as your scent filled his head. He swallowed and focused on that. This was a good start.

He caught your reflection watching him on the metal panel above the shelf of liquor bottles. The two of you stood elbow to elbow on the bar. Close enough to suggest familiarity but not close enough for Claire to whistle and yell inappropriate jokes from her seat.

It sure as hell wasn’t close enough for him.

“Bucky Barnes says no to getting a drink with me? Totally unheard of, I am in shock.” Your mouth dropped, a perfect O, and Bucky almost lost his mind. “I’m in shock!”

He bit his lip. It would have to be one of those things he’s going to have to live with.

“Relax. I’ll get over it.” Your elbow jabbed him. “I think.”

He exhaled with relief, the color returning to his cheeks.

You ordered a bottle for Claire and a “lemonade on the rocks” for Bucky.

He stood next to you, back straight, metal arm resting on the wooden surface. The bar was noisy, and he generally refused to subject himself to places like this. As long as you were next to him though, Bucky can forgive the unbearable world. He could switch off everything in the background. You were the only thing that existed.

He caught you eyeing him again, searching for a bruise maybe or a telltale plaster bandage creeping under a hemline.

“I’m fine.” A few cuts on his arm, the one that had functioning pain receptors at that, but Bucky was going to live. “How’s work?” He asked to deflect your attention off his injury.

“What work, someone kicked me out of a case, remember?” Your amused smile taunted him.

“Can’t be kicked out of an op that didn’t exist,” he retorted with a raised brow.

You shot him a dirty look. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat. The bartender saved him by sliding drinks before the two of you.

The lemonade cooled his hand. Bucky sipped as you recounted your work week.

“At least I’m not on Stark’s latest pet project thank God.” A shadow fell over his drink when you shifted toward him. Bucky tilted his head to hear you over the music. “I’m not supposed to know it involves selling fake Stark tech on the dark web.”

Bucky glanced back at the table. Claire waved at him, presumably asking for her beer.

You followed his gaze and sighed. “Has she been waving for beer this entire time?”

It’s very bad for a field agent like him to be this unaware about everything that was not you.

Bucky smiled. He’d give his good arm to get rid of the hypervigilance drilled into his brain.

“Is it going to be one of those times where you do all the smiling and listening?”

He shook his head and found his opening. Bucky turned to you. “I’m making ribs tonight.” That didn’t sound like an invitation. “At home.” Bucky groaned inwardly. What’s up with the declarations? Ask the question, dumbass.

“Sounds nice.”

“You hungry?” He finally blurted out. “I mean-“

“Yeah.”

He grinned, partly relieved, but mainly just happy to be right where you were now. “I walked here.”

You didn’t need to consider it. “Guess I’m going to be famished by the time we reach the south grid.”

On the way out, you passed Claire’s beer to him. Bucky promptly delivered it to her seat.

Claire accepted the bottle with a wink.

“We’re going for a walk,” he explained, like he needed Claire’s permission.

“Yeah sure.” Claire waved him off with a lazy hand and another sly wink.

It took ages to return to the apartment. He couldn’t very well hoist you over his shoulder and start sprinting. Bucky eyed you carefully, amused that half of his brain already considered the mechanics it would entail.

The noises dulled the farther you walked. A soft wind blew south. Grass muffled carefree footsteps.

Bucky smiled. It would be so easy; he wouldn’t even break a sweat.

You questioned his chuckles with narrowed eyes.

“Hmmm?” His round eyes countered yours.

Not that he minded the slow hike. It gave you time to ask him in three different ways if he was indeed fine and not hiding any other injuries. You only moved on to Kit The Tractor when his reply satisfied you.

There wasn’t much he could say by way of lawnmower updates because he’d been away and while he did his best thinking while repairing machines, Bucky had been spending his free time hunting down special flavored KitKats or hanging around in the office to see you instead.

The apartments loomed ahead, finally, and he noticed your sudden hesitation, footsteps slowing, like you haven’t been to the area before.

“So I got this interesting email from the security office this week…” Your eyes focused on the path ahead. “It said - come down to Happy Hogan’s office ASAP. I was not allowed to reschedule the appointment. When I get there, Happy wants to know if I consent to my biometric information being kept on file.”

“Ah,” was all Bucky could offer. It appeared he wasn’t the only one with ulterior motives for this walk.

You looked at him curiously. “And because I’m not an idiot I asked for what purpose my personal data was being stored and processed. Guess what he said.”

“Uh-“ Bucky stalled.

“Unrestricted access to Grid 5 common areas and the private quarters of Mr. James Barnes.”

By then, you reached the steps to the lobby, where the doors promptly slid open. You entered the building and waited for Bucky to follow before turning toward him with crossed arms.

“So all those times we were barely speaking, I could have - we could have been…“ You gestured to both of you before slowly dropping your hands to your sides. Your eyes stayed on him but Bucky knew you were speeding through different scenarios in your mind, calculating the likelihood of getting hurt again.

Bucky swallowed. He knew things weren’t going to be perfect everyday. But together, the two of you can string the happy days one after the next, until a terrible day comes but the thing is - he’ll love you through all those days too. And maybe, you’d put your faith in that promise and trust Bucky too.

“Were you ever going to tell me about it?”

Bucky opened his mouth to defend his lack of judgment but your expression stopped him. One look at your understanding eyes, arched brows waiting patiently for him, and flushed cheeks, not from walking but from knowing exactly what it means for Bucky to fill out five darned forms so you could come and go to the apartments as you pleased - he could only smile back sheepishly.

He scratched his head and offered you an apologetic grin. This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out about having access to his house all this time.

He also remembered that the lobby was dotted with security cameras broadcasting a live feed to other residents.

Bucky gestured to the elevators quickly and wordlessly, relieved you didn’t demand an explanation right then, when half the team could be watching from their own monitors.

You entered the lift and Bucky slipped in just before the doors closed. Before small talk could be attempted, the doors reopened on the floor he shared with his best friends.

You stepped out and Bucky walked behind you the entire time, listening to your theories on how the security system worked.

“Where’s everyone?”

Steve was in Malta, sticking his nose into something best left alone. Sam, proving he understood Bucky more than either of them wanted to admit, said he was flying to New Orleans right before the jet landed earlier.

“Gone,” Bucky replied. He cared about his friends - one could even say he loved those clowns - but right now, he did not give a rat’s ass. With all due respect.

“Ah.” You leaned against the kitchen island, hip caressing tile, and Bucky swore you did these things on purpose.

He followed your idle gaze skimming the shiny Italian coffee machine on the counter (Sam’s) and the bananas (Bucky’s) two days away from being officially inedible.

The simmering pot caught your eye. “You left the stove on?”

He almost forgot about that. Bucky glanced at his watch. Half an hour or so left on the ribs. He nodded once.

“What if I wasn’t at the bar?”

He shrugged again because it didn’t matter. “You’d be in the office. Or home.” It could have been a dive bar in Chinatown. He would find you.

The happy smile sucker punched him again. Bucky held on to the counter - to his wits - with a Vibranium grip.

With a deep breath, he turned to you. “I was gonna tell you about the security list.” A line of sweat formed above his brows.

There were so many things he wanted to tell you. Ever since that night at the bar.

When he begins to feel overwhelmed, he finds it best to focus on you. The center of his world. Bucky followed the magnetic pull with stumbling feet and he’s relieved when you giggled at the contact.

“You have a very unusual way of telling people you like them.” Your fingers brushed his chest, right over his ancient heart, the one he believed was beyond fixing.

He was so wrong, thank God.

Bucky had to clear his throat. “I don’t like people.” You, on the other hand… “But you can come here whenever you want. I have cookies. And books. I have good books you’d like. And uh… I have a photo of my family somewhere… and guns- ” from the 1940s, he meant to add but he was scrambling for points of interest in the apartment that were more Sweets-aligned and less old man vibes.

“Come run surveillance here. On me.” His voice felt hoarse. He took a deep breath. “Although technically running surveillance means-.”

“I know.” Your lips quickly brushed his, effectively halting his panic. “I like you too, Bucky Barnes. A lot.”

After you pulled back with a triumphant smile, he was momentarily confused but mostly giddy. Too giddy even to be disappointed by the fleeting kiss. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t fix anyway. “How about you ask your building super to give me a break then?” He lifted your chin with a trembling hand, gazing at your mouth with undisguised hunger.

Fucking hell he’d turn the world upside down if you asked him to.

Bucky kissed you and took his sweet time about it. He tasted the smile on your lips; they were heavenly, just as he remembered. He would never get enough of it.

He savored your warmth and the way your curves and edges seemed to be a perfect fit with his. Eager hands squeezed the exposed skin above your waist, and when you gasped, he swooped in to take your breath with another kiss.

His searching tongue coaxed yours into tasting his. With every passing second, Bucky lost himself. He couldn’t hang on to a single thought so he followed his instincts instead.

A surge of hunger overtook him, testing his self-control. He held your face as gently as his needy hands could, and kissed you like a man making up for lost time.

His hands kneaded your back, moving slowly until they settled on your waist again.

You sighed, your breath fanning Bucky’s feverish neck. He whispered your name as you trailed kisses from his jaw to his neck, his hands never leaving your lower back. He couldn’t let you go. Not again.

“Do you-“

“Yeah-“

Bucky nearly kicked his bedroom door off its hinges. He cupped your cheek and backed you onto his bed.

While crossing the threshold to his room didn’t dull the intensity in him, it heightened the intimacy to the point where Bucky’s heart stilled. He took your hand and kissed your wrist, almost reverently. He was so lost in you and yet he could see everything so clearly too.

The strands of messy hair, his own doing. The soft line framing your mouth when you smiled at him. The light in your eyes.

The slowed pace confused you for a moment, but before you could say a word, Bucky pressed his nose into your flushed neck. His hands itched to rip your clothes off, but he slipped a finger under your hoodie instead, sliding it off one shoulder slowly before moving to the other.

He wanted to remember all of this.

“I miss you.” He confessed as you left a delicious path of kisses over his jaw. “Miss you everyday. When you’re not in the office. When they make me go - ah oh fuck,” Bucky gasped when your hand trailed below his navel.

With careful hands he pulled your shirt up. Soft, warm skin beckoned. Bucky practically tore the fabric apart trying to get it off you.

“Let me - Buck - whoa, Bucky!” You giggled at his impatience.

His eyes went wide with awe. You were the most beautiful thing he’s laid eyes on. And you were on his bed.

He climbed over you within seconds, determined to kiss every surface area that was just unveiled to him.

“Bucky.“ Your outstretched hand only found air.

He made quick work of your boots and jeans. His breathing picked up with every inch of leg revealed. He was already delirious and it’s only from watching you writhe on his sheet, undeniable want etched on your face.

“Bucky.” A little more stern this time, but he really liked how his name sounded coming from you.

“Yeah Sweets?” He discarded his own clothes with ease. He watched you rake his body up and down in admiration with your eyes and dropped jaw.

“I didn’t come here to stare at you… come here…” Your voice trailed as your gaze finally settled on his eyes.

He smirked. Bucky was obedient when the right orders were given. Within a second he straddled your hips, the tip of his nose brushing yours. Your lips parted but he didn’t give you a chance to breathe. Bucky kissed you with determined lips, his fingers brushing the hair off your face.

All he knew for decades was loneliness. The program wiped his memories, but the hollow ache remained, not even after the crew picked him up from Wakanda.

Yet right now, he couldn’t even tell where he ended and you began.

And neither of you seemed to be in such a hurry to figure that one out.

He chuckled against your chest.

“What’s so funny?” Your idle hand caressed his tingling skin.

Bucky felt your body arching to him. He quietly marveled at how good this feels - and how the intimacy feels familiar, similar to exchanging secret looks from across a conference room, like things were always meant to be like this. He crawled up to you, whispering “Nothing.”

Just that sometimes he was also one lucky bastard.

Thank you for reading. I hope you liked this.

If you need more Bucky in your life, I have other stories here: Masterlist.

#BUCKY BARNES X READER #BUCKY BARNES X YOU #BUCKY BARNES IMAGINE #BUCKY BARNES X Y/N #H2OBASEDFICS #BUCKY BARNES FANFICTION #ANOTHER WORD FOR SURVEILLANCE #BUCKY BARNES #BUCKY BARNES FIC #GENDER NEUTRAL READER #marvel fic

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emmaelix · 2 years

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Domestic Pomeranians, Part One?

I DO NOT OWN MHA THE ANIME OR THE MANGA. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE EXCEPT FOR Y/N.

Full Title: Domestic Pomeranians, Part One?: Domestic! Katsuki Bakugo X American! Wife! Reader

Y/n: Your Name. Y/L/N: Your Last Name Y/H/C: Your Hair Color. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color. Y/S/C: Your Skin Color

Seeing as the reader shall be American in this one, Japanese will be as follows, italicized. English will be normal.

Ships in This One-Shot: Bakugo X Reader/ You, Mineta X Trash

Your Quirk: Super Speed. Think of Peter Maximoff. Yeah, that's you. The only drawback to your power? You have to stop after three hours or your muscles begin fatiguing.

We love a good Domestic! Bakugo, so this might become a series. Dunno yet.

TW: For context, there are children, so if you don't like kids, don't want them, or feel triggered by mentions of pregnancy/childbirth/death/parenting, perhaps scroll away. I've got you, boo.

Bakugo's head felt like it had exploded, turned to mush, and shoved in a food processor before being pushed back into his head. His wife wasn't much better.

"Morning," Y/n Bakugo said in English, too tired to translate into her husband's native language so early in the morning. Since both she and her husband were bilingual, it wasn't an issue.

Katsuki responded with a grunt. Y/n opened her phone to check for texts from her family who still lived in America. "Sleep well?" Katsuki asked her in English, and Y/n smiled. She loved it when he spoke English in his sleepy accent. His voice was deep, which Y/n had to admit, turned her on.

"Yeah, you?" Y/n asked as she and Katsuki both got out of bed, making their own sides and getting dressed as they talked.

Katsuki snorted. "You kidding? I'm more hungover than a bat. I can't even see straight."

"Well, if you can't even be straight, why should your eyesight be?"

Katsuki made a noise and pulled Y/n's favorite shirt of his over his head. "I've got the day off today, what about you?"

Y/n nodded, then tilted her head. "The kids are still asleep, you wan-"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth she heard "Mama!" Y/n made a very unflattering noise as she walked quickly down the hall to her twin daughter's room. Noise also started coming from her son's room.

"Hang on, Kenji!" Y/n yelled as she speed-walked into her daughters' room. The blonde twins were four years old and had begun to walk. Chaos, of course, was the only result. "No, Takara! Don't eat your sister's hair! Ahma! Calm down- no! Don't go towards the window!"

Kenji, who was nine, had come into his sister's room now. "Can I help, mama?" he asked in English, motioning to his younger sister Ahma.

"Please, Kenji. Go take Ahma downstairs, then I'll deal with Taka, okay?" Kenji nodded dutifully, taking his younger sister into his arms and marching to the stairs.

Rangling Takara was much easier with Kenji's help, so Y/n was downstairs in just a few minutes with her daughter on her hip.

All three of her children had inherited Katsuki's blonde hair, but Kenji was already a miniature - but thankfully more mild-mannered - version of his father. Complete with vermillion eyes and untamable, spiky blonde hair.

"I made breakfast," Katsuki said, patting Kenji on the head and ruffling his already messy hair. Y/n smiled at her husband.

"I'm gonna run a few errands, but I'll be back in an hour or so. Think you can hang on for that long?" Katsuki chuckled and nodded, with Y/n walking quickly to the door so she could spend as much time with her kids as possible.

When Y/n got back, Katsuki was asleep in their giant armchair, with Ahma in one arm, and Kenji holding Takara next to him in the other. Y/n grabbed her phone and took a picture, uploading it to Instagram.

'My four kids' she titled the post to her Instagram, with Heroes from America, Japan, and all her friends liking and commenting on her post quickly after.

Short-ish, but I might make this a series. Feedback?

#domestic bakugou #soft bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x reader #domestic mha fluff #mha #my hero academia #dad! bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x american! reader

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copperbadge · 2 years

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One of the nice things about the Shivadh romances is that even though I obviously care about them being reasonably well-written, they’re also very much written to satisfy the emotions, so I can kinda wander into whatever part of the book I want, write something self-indulgent, and wander off again.

So if you wanted an update on what’s going on with the Wine Hole from Infinite Jes, there’s one coming up in Twelve Points...

Out in the bunker's main room, Noah was sitting at the conference table, working on something on a tablet. Michaelis was with him; Caleb wasn't sure he was ever going to get used to seeing the King Emeritus slouched in a chair, feet up on the conference table, glasses perched on his nose and a book in his lap.

"Noah, we need your help," Caleb announced. Noah looked up. "We need to take a pretentious dramatic album cover type photo."

"Wine hole," Noah said.

"Beg pardon?" Buck asked.

"Come on," Noah said, rising. "I'll show you the wine hole, I can take the photo for you."

"If you die, don't come running to me," the King Emeritus said mildly, without looking up from his book.

"Nobody's going to die, it's been reinforced," Noah assured them, as Caleb and Buck followed him curiously down a hallway. "The bunker used to be like an actual bunker, with food supplies and stuff. There's a wine cellar, we call it the wine hole because the first time we found it I kinda fell in," he added. "It's super atmospheric."

There was a roughly shored-up gap in the hallway wall about halfway down, and inside was a small room full of support scaffolding, with a dimly lit gap in the floor where a series of steep steps led downwards. Caleb followed Noah down, then blinked when Noah flipped a breaker and the room was illuminated.

"Whoa," Buck said, when he reached the bottom.

The wine cellar was actually a cavern, a huge oval shape with an arching natural roof; empty wine racks had been grouped into a mass to one side, and bright bare bulbs hung from support scaffolding, thick electrical cords winding up and down temporary metal columns. Noah led them through it, picking up a lantern on the way, and slipped through a large gap in an elderly brick wall at the back of the cavern.

"Here ya go," he said, holding up the lantern.

Someone had carved something deep into the rock, at what would be eye level for someone slightly taller than Caleb. Two lines of text, and a rough oblong shape below them. Buck leaned in close.

"What's it say?" he asked. "It's not in English."

"It's Latin," Noah said. "Michaelis says it says We have conquered both above and below."

"Latin? Like...from ancient Rome?" Buck asked.

"Well, someone could've put it there any time before the forties, I guess," Noah said. "That's when the wall went in. But the archaeologists are pretty sure it's from at least 1800 years ago. Maybe older. That's when the Romans were here. And there's the dick."

"The what," Caleb said. Noah pointed to the oblong shape, which on closer inspection had a specific bend to it, and two ovals beneath it. Buck sniggered. "Well, someone had a high opinion of himself."

"Michaelis says I have to ace my Italian exam this year before he explains the Latin to me, but I'm pretty sure the literal translation says something a lot more obscene than 'conquered'," Noah said.

"There," Caleb said, pointing to one of the words. "Futavimus. Fottere in Italian means -- ah, it's a rude word."

"We've fucked 'em both above and below," Buck inferred.

"Taking your picture with a Latin engraving automatically looks cool," Noah said with a grin. "And if anyone does read it..."

"I'm pretty sure we can't put the dick on Photogram," Caleb ventured.

"No, but you can block it out. Here," Buck said, gesturing him forward. He held up his hands, and Caleb nodded; Buck guided him into place with a light grip on his shoulders, turning him so that he was in profile, his head blocking the carving. "Stay put," Buck said, and moved around behind him, passing his phone to Noah.

"Oh, I see," Noah said, snapping photos. He moved the lantern around a few times, taking more.

"Come on, get the good shot," Buck said.

"Can't hurry art," Noah replied.

"I do that all the time," Buck replied.

"Just hold still for the love of -- Caleb, hang on, don't move your body but turn your head," Noah said. Caleb twisted a little, looking at Noah. "Okay, right into the lens -- there. Pretentious, gorgeous, perfect."

He hadn't realized how cool and dry the wine cellar was until they climbed the ladder back up into the warmer, humid air of the bunker, which had an almost plantlike smell to it compared to the cavern.

At the conference table Buck and Caleb both leaned over Noah, studying the photos. In them, Caleb and Buck stood back-to-back, at one end of the inscription; Buck's head was next to Futavimus, and Caleb's neatly blocked out the obscene image below the rest of the inscription. Most of the shots looked dramatic and interesting, but Caleb couldn't deny the best one was the last, where Buck was still looking off to one side, but Caleb's face was turned to the camera, his eyes big and dark as he looked into the lens.

"That's the one," Buck said. Caleb nodded. A hand came into view; Michaelis, still not looking at them, reaching out for the phone. Noah rolled his eyes and put it in his palm. The old king held the phone and studied the image, lips twitching upwards.

"Caleb told me what Futavimus means," Noah said, tone reproachful.

"It's always good to have two sources for your data," Michaelis told him. "I know Photogram has an obscenity filter, but I don't think it speaks Latin. Approved," he concluded, and passed the phone back to Buck.

"You can't adopt them, they're too old," Noah said, as Buck dropped the image to Caleb, who opened Photogram and stitched it onto the audio file.

"I can adopt anyone I please, I'm incredibly old," Michaelis replied calmly.

#shivadhverse

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yexiwuu · 10 months

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230704 Chuu Weverse DM Log Translation

may contain inaccuracies

please credit @yexiwuu for translation when reposting

Full Translation under the cut

6:22 PM KST

as soon as i got home, i washed up and ate lunch

💕💕

y/n

y/n 💕💕💕💕💕

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ta-da

wyd?

y/n what are you doing

i went to my english academy and it took 4 hours to review ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

when i'm working super hard on something

i'm like that and i even bought my own textbooks but right now

i'm in hell so i just have to do my homework and duolingo and then i'm done

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

i'm like this . so .

you don't like it?

🤤💕

thank you 🤓

let's live to the fullest and eat healthy foods too

then that makes every single day very solid

maybe

eating healthy foods is my choice

because the food that makes me happy is healthy food (butter)

it's oily?

when i call your name, what does y/n get called from me?

😲

i am able to see your nicknames but the names can be different, you know

i should just call you as your nickname?

if your name is chuu log, then chuu log have you eaten? like this?

you're saying it's possible to set up a nickname separately

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ🤤

then what are your nicknames/fandoms from different singers?

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

huh you haven't fallen for it!!!

i'm conan

that's right, there isn't anyone besides me, right?🥰

only the members (of loona) are allowed

i am thinking about what to change my pfp to · ᴗ ·

what should i do

wait a moment 🙆🏻‍♀️💕

i'm choosing right now 💓

please choose between 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 randomly

randomly

i'll look at y/n's feel

hmm

okay

i'll go change it

it's number 4

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oing but is the resolution

okay?

it's probably a picture from the day before yesterday?

ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ i put on the stickers

what i have left are stickers, you know

[pic 3, 4, 5]

ta-da i'll just give it you all🌸

oh yeah c'mon (t/n a meme in korea where they pronounce the c'mon as C-mon)

someone on twitter said that the 6s is the best for resolution vibes when taking pictures

so of course i did it💓

right now the 14pro doesn't have a good resolution vibeㅜㅜ

i can film a movie myself since it is so clear

because i want to send lots of pictures to y/n, i bought 1TB (of storage)

i think that there's only about 65gb since the 6s is small

but i'm going to post more on instagram too. this is just a pre-upload for y/n

i bought it separately for taking pictures

💕

hehe

i'm a sweet girl?

sugar cane girl ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

as i was thinking about XS and 6s, i bought it

· ᴗ · i like the compliments

i ate my food so now i'm talking with y/n

but now i have to go practice so i'm going to go brush my teeth🥰

hehe

you want me to call you?ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ what's y/n's phone number

i don't know your phone number so how should i call you~

ah..

this person

is strong, it seems..

i must be going crazy

oh my

a professional absenteeㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

an absentee ambassador

there are many international numbers being sent

i'm going to go practice singing ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ y/n stop with the phone numbers

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ so funny

my phone number is 01019991020

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ i'm joking

y/n, don't tell me you don't know my birth year and month, right?

pretty pretty

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ cute

also make sure to eat dinner and leave a message💕

you got it, right?

y/n go eat soon!

pretty pretty

make sure to eat fruits too and take your vitamins💕

while brushing my teeth, i go chikapukachichikapukachichi

🪥🧼🧽

i should also brush my teeth after eating fruits

there are cherries, apples, and tomatoes at my house

i'm going to eat cherriess

who keeps an ostrich egg in their home

ostrich egg sherbert

i'm going to practice singing until around 10pm

i have to wake up early tomorrow to prepare for recording so today i'm going to sleep early

💕 look forward to it since it's🎹 a real crazy doremi song!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (t/n don't know how to translate this well but she combined doremi and crazy in korean to make it a pun)

END

#loona trans #loona translation #loona chuu #chuu weverse #kim jiwoo #chuu loona #chuu dm #chuu trans #chuu translation #chuu mentioned the members i'm screaming #yexiwuu #chuu weverse translation #chuu dm translation

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A Change in Perspective (4/13)

Nandor goes to the witches for help with him vampire depression, and gets a potion that will help him figure out what he needs to be happy. It's not all smooth sailing--he may not like what the potion has to say, and everyone may not love the changes he's about to make, and no one can ever, ever find out that he went to the semen-stealing witches for help.

But hey. It's better than super slumber.

Clothing shopping wasn't easy. Nandor couldn't see himself in the mirror, for one. He had to rely on Guillermo to describe how he looked, or take pictures on his phone to show him. Of course, he needed to filter Guillermo’s feedback through his own mental translator. Fortunately, Nandor was as well-versed in his familiar as Guillermo was with his master.

Anything Guillermo said was great, or stuttered at, or gushed over went in the pile. Anything Guillermo said looked "fine" went into the garbage, where Guillermo would fish it out and carefully hang it up on the return rack. On very rare occasions, Nandor would try on something that would make Guillermo’s heart skip a beat. Those went in the pile, and also into a little mental file for future reference.

Nandor had been thinking a lot about that kiss.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Guillermo asked. He shuffled the many bags in his hands, trying to find a comfortable way to hold them.

"Guillermo, if you ask me that again I am going to order you to stop asking me that," Nandor said. "Do you need to eat something before we go on? I do not want you to faint."

"No-What? No. I've never fainted."

"And I do not want you to start now." Nandor halted in front of a store, so suddenly Guillermo walked right by him. Nandor hummed thoughtfully, looking up at the sharply dressed mannequins. Some of them were wearing vests like Guillermo wore. Nandor had always thought those looked very nice.

"You are sure you do not need the human food?"

"If this is our last stop, I can eat when we get home."

"This is our last," Nandor confirmed, and led the way inside.

He liked this one. It was quieter than the other stores and smelled only of leather--no pounding music or artificial perfumes. There was an older, well-dressed man standing at the polished wooden counter; he looked up and gave Nandor a polite nod when he walked in.

"How can I help you, sir?"

"I would like one of those," Nandor said, pointing at the mannequin. "I am trying something new."

"Yes," the man said, eyeing Nandor's cape. "I can see that."

The changing area was too small for Guillermo to join him, so Nandor had him sit on the little bench outside while Nandor made his selections and got changed. Nandor had gotten halfway through buttoning up a silky shirt the color of old blood when Guillermo spoke.

“Can I ask something?” Guillermo asked.

“No,” Nandor said. There was a pause on the other side of the curtain. “I am kidding, Guillermo; yes, you may ask.”

“Oh,” Guillermo said, sounding more relieved than amused, which was not what Nandor wanted. “I’m just curious what made you decide to update your wardrobe. You’ve been dressing this way the whole time I’ve known you.”

Nandor debated how to answer.

“We used to keep up with the fashions," Nandor said. "Dress like everyone else did, you know. But then it was the nineties and everything was black and fake leather, and it didn’t look good on any of us, so we stopped paying attention. But it is hard to keep track of things when you don't pay attention. Like you!"

"I pay attention," Guillermo protested.

"Yes, but I did not pay attention to you. One second you are this little guy running around shining my shoes and then all of a sudden it is ten years later and you are…you are Guillermo.”

And what a shock that had been.

"So…it’s about remembering when you are?"

Nandor considered this. He felt something tug at the back of his mind, a half-formed idea clamoring to be completed. Remembering when he was…remembering who he was. Something about being here and what was here and not…not…

“No, I think I just want to try a new style.”

“Oh.” There was a silence, but it was the heavy pause of someone weighing their words, of debating what they were about to say and not sure if it was going to go over well. "Do the clothes…make you feel better?"

"No," Nandor said. "I am buying the clothes because I feel better."

"Oh."

"You did the same thing," Nandor said. "I didn't notice at first when it happened, but you did."

"Did what?"

"Dress differently. You never wore those vests and things before you became my bodyguard. And even before that, it was only once you were killing all those assassins you started doing your hair nicely."

"What? There was nothing wrong with how I did my hair, my hair was fine," Guillermo said, surprisingly defensive.

"It is much more flattering this way," Nandor said. "I am saying you look handsome, Guillermo, it is a compliment."

Guillermo's heart skipped a beat so hard, Nandor could hear it through the thick curtain.

"Oh. Um. Thank you."

"You are welcome," Nandor said, trying not to sound too pleased. “Have you ever thought of eyeliner?”

Another heart skip.

“I think you’d look very nice in eyeliner,” Guillermo said, voice suddenly sounding oddly strained.

“Not for me, for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes. You have very nice eyes.”

“I d—That—I—that—I never—I mean—”

Nandor opened the curtain and stepped out. He spread his arms to display the charcoal grey suit, which he thought paired quite well with the red shirt. “What do you think?”

Guillermo turned bright red. Guillermo dropped the bags. Guillermo made a sound like he had almost swallowed his own tongue.

"I think he likes it," the store clerk said, drily.

"I will take two," Nandor said.

#wwdits #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #what we do in the shadows #what we blog in the shadows #a change in perspective

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