#not to be dramatic but if they keep sticking to this sound i don't see myself stanning anymore
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Bound to Break Boundaries
HUSK X READER
Summary: Y/N is the Hotel's desk clerk but in reality the unofficaly therapy friend. But even therapy friends need therapy so what happens when Y/N gets fed up?
Warnings: Mentions of therapy and alcohol. Rating-PG
For the amazing @gxstiess
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In the heart of Hell, the Hazbin Hotel stood as a beacon of hope for the damned. Within its eccentric and chaotic walls, there was one individual everyone turned to when their sins and sorrows weighed too heavily: Y/N, the hotel's front desk clerk but in reality the unofficial therapist. Her room, cluttered with mismatched furniture and flickering candles, was a sanctuary where demons came to unload their burdens.
Every day, Y/N listened to the rants of the hotel's inhabitants. The hotel's ragtag group of residents had come to see her as a beacon of calm and understanding amidst their endless turmoil. Every day, demons and lost souls would seek her out, eager to unload their problems and frustrations. Whether it was Angel Dust's relentless complaints about his latest escapades or Alastor's cryptic musings, Y/N listened with unwavering patience, offering advice and a compassionate ear.
Yet, as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the weight of everyone else's problems began to take its toll on Y/N. She was always there for them, always ready to help, but no one ever seemed to notice when she was struggling. The endless cycle of listening and advising started to wear her down, chipping away at her own sense of well-being. A day will typically contain the following:
Angel Dust comes bursting into the room, dramatically throwing himself onto a couch. "Y/N! You would not believe the day I've had! That slimeball Valentino tried to mess with one of my gigs again. Ugh, he just can't leave me alone!"
"I'm sorry to hear that, Angel. What happened this time?"
"He sent one of his goons to 'remind' me who I belong to. Can you believe that? I told him where he could stick his reminders, but it's getting exhausting."
"I know it's tough dealing with him. Have you thought about what boundaries you can set or how you can stay out of his way more?"
"Boundaries? In Hell? Ha! You're a real optimist, Y/N."
Or something like this:
"Y/N, I'm really struggling to keep everyone's spirits up. I just want to help everyone find a better path, but sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, it's not enough. Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" Charlie cries into one of the soft pillows Y/N keeps on the “therpay” couch.
"Charlie, you have such a big heart and you're doing your best. It's natural to feel overwhelmed sometimes, especially with a task as monumental as this."
"Thanks, Y/N. It's just hard to keep going when it feels like we're making so little progress."
"Small steps can lead to big changes. Don't lose hope."
Or like this:
“Y/N, I can't stand it anymore! Alastor is driving me up the wall with his constant meddling. How am I supposed to keep things under control with him always undermining me?"
"That sounds really difficult, Vaggie. Have you tried talking to him directly about how you feel?"
"I have, but he just laughs it off or turns it into some twisted joke. It's infuriating!”
"Mybe we can come up with a different strategy together. You shouldn’t have to handle it alone."
One evening, as the sky burned a deeper crimson and the hotel hummed with restless energy, Y/N found herself overwhelmed. Vaggie had stormed into her room, venting about Charlie's latest overly optimistic scheme. Before she could even catch her breath, Niffty appeared, anxiously rambling about a mess she couldn’t clean up. When Angel Dust burst in, dramatically recounting another altercation, Y/N felt her patience snap.
“I can’t take this anymore!” she finally exclaimed, her voice shaking. “I’m not a bottomless pit for everyone’s problems. I need a break!”
There had always been one person in the hotel who never seemed to darken Y/N’s doorstep or in this case, therapy couch. Husk tended to keep to himself, serving also as a pseudo therapist for the more alcholically inclined patrons of the Hotel. Maybe he could offer some advice, because he never seemed to tire of other’s issues at least that s how it seemed to Y/N.
"I told you, kid, I ain't interested in your therapy sessions. But if you must know, the bar's been low on stock, and running this joint is a pain in the tail. Happy?"
"I understand, Husk. Running the bar is a lot of responsibility, and it sounds like you're dealing with a lot of stress."
"Shut up with the therapy crap. Just gotta keep pouring the drinks and hope for the best."
With a sigh and a deep sip of a glass of some strange amber liquid she didn’t bother asking the name of, Y/N softly spoke up.
"Husk, I don't know how much more of this I can take. Everyone just keeps unloading on me, and it feels like no one even notices that I might need a break too."
"You've been everyone's rock for so long, kid. It's okay to need a break yourself."
"But who am I supposed to talk to when I’m the one feeling down?"
He poured himself a drink and took a sip, his gaze thoughtful. “You’re a good kid, Y/N. Too good for this place sometimes. But even good people need to look after themselves. Otherwise, you’ll just end up as broken as the rest of us. I ain’t too good at the advice part but I am here to listen if you need it kid.”
The unexpected comfort in Husk’s words brought a lump to Y/N’s throat. She hadn’t realized how much she needed someone to tell her it was okay to take care of herself. “Thanks, Husk. I really needed to hear that.”
He gave a gruff nod. “Anytime, kid. Now, drink up and take a damn break. Let someone else handle the chaos for a while.”
Y/N smiled, a genuine, relieved smile, and raised her glass. “To boundaries and breaks.”
Husk clinked his glass against hers. “To keeping our sanity, one drink at a time.”
As she took a sip, she felt the weight on her shoulders lighten, just a little. For tonight, at least, she could breathe easier, knowing she wasn’t alone in this hellish hotel. And maybe, just maybe, she could find the strength to set her own limits and reclaim a bit of peace amid the chaos.
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genuinely sad that i'm so uninterested in ooo's cb like these r my guys but there's zero fun for me rn
#watched a stage earlier w sound on and i was genuinely so baffled#idc whatever ppl say abt seoul drift being good . it doesn't sound good to me i don't like it#not to be dramatic but if they keep sticking to this sound i don't see myself stanning anymore#paula line will remain as my beloveds i'll forever be a taeyeob lover but i would just stop keeping up w them#talked abt this w tasha but i can't stand a group when i don't enjoy their music anymore it doesn't matter if it's my ults#which is sad to me bc i genuinely like them sm and i think their releases before were so good#as much as new lyons ate seoul drift up i rlly hope they don't continue down this road#if next cb isn't nice that will be my last straw i'll just be a casual listener KSJDKKD#m.text#stan* not stand but whatever#also annoying lyons if u happen to read this this is MY experience idc abt ur opinion 🙏#also this isn't just bc i didn't like seoul drift#it's bc it's clear their sound is evolving to smth that doesn't suit my music taste
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Don't Use Duolingo if You Really Want to Learn Irish
That title is a bit dramatic, but I really don't think that duolingo is a useful tool for Irish, especially in its current state, so I want to talk a bit about why, and I'll also talk about some alternatives.
Pronunciation
The first and most egregious issue is that at some point recently-ish, duo decided to start using Text-To-Speech for their Irish course, rather than recordings of a native speaker. The problem here is that their TTS is not trained on native speakers of Irish and pronounces words incorrectly. It doesn't make consistent distinctions between broad and slender consonants for example.
Irish has no standard pronunciation, so I understand how it can feel weird to choose just one dialect for the purposes of pronunciation (the old recordings were from a speaker of Galway Irish), but having just one dialect is much better than TTS which sounds like a learner, imagine if they had TTS for the French course which sounded like an anglophone schoolkid trying to pronounce french, and claimed they were teaching you how to speak french!
Grammar
Duo tends to be correct on grammar at least, which is a start. But often people using it get very confused about the grammar because duo doesn't explain any of it. I think there's a place for immersion in language learning, and I don't think everything has to be explained like that, but within duo's system of sentence testing and exercises like that, not having any explanation for why it's "mo chóta" and not "mo cóta" can be really confusing. Duo used to have more grammar information, it's a shame that they removed it, I wonder why they did it.
Money and Motivation
Duolingo is a business, and their motivation is not to help you learn a language 'fully', but to keep you using their app and hopefully have a higher chance of sharing it with others, competing with others, buying or causing others to buy memberships or lingots or any other in-app purchases.
I don't want to make it out like duo is some big conspiracy and they're tricking people, I don't think that's the case, but it's good to remember that their primary motivation is to keep people using the app, rather than help people move to a level in a language where they don't need the app anymore.
Keep this in mind whenever you see people trying to sell you stuff for language learning.
Why do people use Duolingo
I do get it, and I don't want to make anyone feel bad for using duo, there's a ton of reasons people tend towards it at first
1. It's really well known, so especially if you're learning a language and haven't heard of other resources for it, you'll check duolingo
2. It's very motivating for a lot of people, checking in every day and forming that habit is a really good way of sticking with a language
3. It's fun, people enjoy it
If you use it for reason 3. and you still like it, then don't worry about this post, I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yums, keep having fun!
If you use it for reasons 1. or 2. you can still keep using it if you like, but I want to suggest some other things which you might find helpful in trying to get to a higher level in Irish.
Other Resources
To address the pronunciation issue, I'd heavily recommend you disregard the pronunciation in duolingo, if you're looking for more reliable sources of pronunciation, I'd look towards recordings of native speakers, you can find that on:
Teanglann and Foclóir (they use the same recordings)
Fuaimeanna
and a really useful and underused one: https://davissandefur.github.io/minimal-pairs/ where you can hear the difference between similar sounds that English speakers often mix up in Irish.
A lot of people like duolingo because it's nice to have a clear path forward, a progression that you can get into without too much decision-making. For this I recommend getting a good textbook or course and working through it, the ones I'll recommend also have native speaker audio on them.
Learning Irish by Mícheál Ó Siadhail, this book teaches Galway Irish, not just in pronunciation but in grammar too. It's quite dense but it's well thought out and well explained.
Teach Yourself Irish (1961) this book is available for free online, and is a really good option if you're interested in Cork Irish (Munster), and have some experience with grammatical terminology. I used this book myself and really liked it, but it's very intense and not for everyone. (If you do end up using it, feel free to skip the appendices at the start, they're more of a reference and sometimes put people off from actually getting to the first chapter. Also if you have any questions about it or need any help just let me know.)
If you want a video course, there's a great course called "Now You're Talking" which is available for free online, along with audio files and worksheets here. It features Donegal Irish and leads into the more intermediate level course called Céim ar Aghaidh also available online.
There's other textbooks that I have less experience with (Buntús na Gaeilge, Gaeilge/Gramadach Gan Stró, etc.) but if they work for you, stick with them, there's nothing worse than not making progress because you keep switching resources trying to find the "perfect one"
Whether or not you continue to use Duolingo, I would really really encourage you to try engaging with media in Irish. People often shy away from this when they're learning because they don't feel like they're "ready" yet. But you basically never feel like you're ready, you just have to try and find something near your level and try to get comfortable with not understanding everything. This is where you learn a huge portion of the language, you hear how things are pronounced you see what words mean in what contexts, getting input in your target language is so important!
I know content can be kind of hard to find, so I'll make a few recommendations here:
There's a wealth of content available for free online (more if you're in ireland but some internationally) on TG4 If you're still starting out, I'd recommend trying to watch some kids shows since they'll have simpler language and will be easier to follow. I wouldn't recommend using English subtitles when you watch them. Some good options include:
Dónall Dána: an Irish dub of Horrid Henry, silly and childish but the actors have good Irish and importantly the show has Irish language subtitles, they don't always match but if you're still beginning and can't necessarily get everything by ear, they're really useful. (Mostly Galway Irish)
Curious George: another dub, again with Irish language subtitles (I can't remember what dialects were in it off the top of my head but I'd assume mostly galway again)
Seó Luna: No subtitles, but a good option if you're aiming for Munster Irish, the lead character has Kerry Irish
Miraculous: No subtitles but a better show than most of the other kids' ones and more bearable to watch as an adult (Mostly Galway Irish)
Ros na Rún: Moving away from kids shows, a long running soap opera, this has Irish subtitles and a really good mix of dialects within the show. If you're finding the kids shows boring or too easy I'd really recommend it, but it can be complex because of the amount of characters, dialects, and plotlines. I'd recommend starting at the beginning of a newer season and just trying to catch on to what's happening as you go.
There are a lot of books, if you live in Ireland you can get nearly any Irish book for free from a library, so please check out your local library or request some of these from other libraries in the system:
There's a series of fairytales (Rápúnzell, Luaithríona etc.) by Máiréad Ní Ghráda which are illustrated and for children, which are a really good option for when you're just starting out reading
There's kids books about Fionn and the Fianna by Tadhg Mac Dhonnagáin
There's a cute little kids' book in Kerry Irish about a cat named Mábúis
Leabhar Breac has a lot of graphic novels, some of them based on Irish mythology, some on other stuff. The fact that they're illustrated can make it a lot easier to follow even if you don't understand all the words at first.
Gliadar has just released their Scott Pilgrim translation
If you're looking for something a bit more advanced you can look at some of the books for adult learners by Comhar, they contain simplified language and glossaries but have full original adult stories.
And if you're wanting full, natural, native-level Irish there's a load of books by those same groups, and others like An Gúm, Cló Iar-Chonnacht, Oidhreacht Chorca Dhuibhne, Éabhlóid, Coiscéim, and more.
And don't shy away from older books written in Seanchló either, they can be more challenging but it's a whole extra world of books
If you're trying to improve your listening comprehension, I definitely recommend listening to shows on Raidió na Gaeltachta, hearing native Irish speakers talk at full speed is really good practice. But I get that it can be overwhelming at first. Here are some things you can do as you build up to that:
Watching those same TV shows I mentioned without subtitles is a good way to build up listening skills.
Vifax is a website where you can practice listening to short news segments and answer questions on them, then getting to look at the transcript with notes afterwards.
Snas is kind of the evolution of vifax, now using clips from both the news and Ros na Rún.
I really hope that this post can help people move away from duolingo if they're looking to take their Irish learning to the next level, if you've got any questions, just let me know!
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Best friend's plan | Chris Sturniolo
Chris Sturniolo x reader
Summary: Where Y/N has a secret crush on Chris, not imagining that the feeling is reciprocated. But her best friend, Nick, has a plan to put them together.
Warning: None.
Requested?: Yes, by anon.
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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"Nick, stay still! I have to spread this mask very well. Otherwise, the pores won't absorb the vitamins." Y/N complained, slamming her clean hand against the blonde's covered shoulder before holding the region firmly, in an attempt to stop the boy's movements.
Nick gave her a dramatic deep breath as an answer, opening his eyes briefly.
The girl straightened her spine momentarily, feeling a slight pain from the position as Nick was sitting on the toilet lid and the girl was standing between his legs, curving her spine and spreading the face mask over his cheeks and forehead.
The bathroom counter in Nick's room was full of the skincare products that Y/N left there - since she didn't like the hassle of bringing the ones she had in her home every time she went there. Nick's hair was tied back with a pink cotton headband, preventing the strands from interrupting the girl's work.
The two were having a "girls night". Y/N and Nick were best friends, the two having met in Los Angeles after the triplets moved there.
She and the blonde quickly exchanged contact information after bumping into each other accidentally on Target, only then discovering that they were neighbors. Their connection grew almost automatically, being called the platonic soulmates by the Sturniolo's fandom.
"What's in this thing? Are you poisoning me?" The blonde frowned, feeling his skin itch. His expressions changed from second to second as he wrinkled his mouth and nose, trying to get the excess out of the places that burned.
"I hope this has some kind of poison in it and is poisoning you at this point, just because you keep stopping me from-"
The sound of the bathroom door opening abruptly cut Y/N mid-sentence, the girl jumping in place in fright as she quickly turned towards the source of the sound.
She had her right hand - the one full of face mask - raised so that she didn't spill the product on her pajamas. Her eyes were wide, and her heart racing.
"Hey, do you guys want McDonald's? Matt and I are going to order delivery." Chris asked, smiling in amusement after seeing their reactions to the loud sound he generated.
"Um, I... Yes, please... I'm kinda hungry." Y/N stuttered, clearing her throat and quickly turning back to Nick, trying to hide her stumble over her words. She felt her cheeks burn, and she was sure that a reddish color was taking over the area, closing her eyes tightly in embarrassment.
Nick frowned at her before looking at his brother, rolling his eyes, already used to his childish actions.
"Yes, you can order what I always get, but double." The blonde responded, raising his right hand and waving it in the air as if to say "you can leave now".
Chris raised his arms in surrender, sticking his tongue out at his brother before quickly shooting a glance at Y/N's back, finally closing the door again.
The girl shook her head, trying to shake off her embarrassment, returning her attention to Nick. She sighed while raising her right hand, bringing the contents close to his face again.
"He's a child, I swear." Nick rolled his eyes, frowning when he didn't receive a response or laugh from Y/N, as always happened.
His blue eyes ran over her face, noticing the reddish tone in her skin.
"Are you blushing? Because of-" He interrupted his own sentence, eyes widening in realization. "What, do you have a crush on Chris or something?" His tone was disgusted, wrinkling his nose.
"No?" Y/N responded slowly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth at Nick's reaction, stopping her hand in the air, knowing that he would stop her if she tried to apply the face mask on him at that moment.
"Oh my God, you do have a crush on Chris." Nick opened his mouth in surprise. "Ew."
"Shut up and stay still. Otherwise, I'll get real poison and throw it on you." Y/N fumed, finally going back to applying the product to the clean spaces on Nick's face.
"Ouch, you're going to rip my skin off like that."
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"Hello, good evening. Reservation in the name of Nicolas Sturniolo." Chris asked the assistant at the front of the restaurant, smiling kindly.
Nick apparently had spent the day at the mall shopping. At the end of the afternoon, he sent a text to Chris asking him to meet himself at an Italian restaurant that the triplets already knew very well.
Chris was surprised that the blonde had just asked for his presence without Matt, but he quickly dismissed any suspicion, imagining that Nick needed to vent about something since the two had become closer lately.
"Follow me, please." The woman smiled in greeting, turning and walking towards the designated table. Chris quickly accomplished, looking for the blonde figure over her shoulder.
The boy frowned as he saw the woman stop near a specific table and point at it silently, smiling one last time before walking away, returning to her post, leaving a very confused Chris behind.
In Nick's place sat a female figure.
Chris slowly approached, walking around the table until he had a full view of the girl, his eyes widening when he realized that it was Y/N.
"Y/N? What are you doing here?" His tone was one of surprise, his blue eyes traveling across the table quickly before returning to her.
The girl looked up from her phone abruptly, her eyes widening equally as she saw Chris instead of Nick.
"Chris? I..." She shook her head, confusion settling into her thoughts. "I came to have dinner with Nick." Her eyes went behind Chris, as if she expected to see her best friend there. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to have dinner with Nick." The boy spoke slowly, his hands moving nervously inside the front pockets of his sweatpants.
"He asked me to meet him here. Oh my God, that must be so awkward." Y/N smiled apologetically, grabbing her purse from the chair on her right side, lightly pushing back the one she was sitting on, ready to stand up. "I'm sorry, I'll leave-"
"Wait, no." Chris quickly stopped her, raising his hands momentarily before lowering them, his eyes traveling across the room in sudden shyness. "Have dinner with me... As a date."
"As a date? What...?" Y/N sat down again, placing her purse on her lap and watching Chris's expression, raising her eyebrows in surprise.
"Y/N, look." He sighed, finally pulling out the chair facing her seat, sitting down quickly, pressing his lips into a thin line nervously. "I've had a crush, a huge one, on you for a long time. But I never had enough courage to talk to you about it and ask you out, out of fear." Chris explained, playing with his fingers above the table, his eyes fixed on the candle decorating the surface. "Maybe, I don't know... Maybe this thing that Nick did was a good thing."
"Oh, Chris." Y/N sighed, taking her purse to the free chair on her right side again, bending her torso slightly over the table. Her hands traveled to Chris's, wrapping her fingers around his, stopping his anxious movements.
Her heart was beating so fast that it seemed to vibrate her whole body, her chest burning with nervousness and excitement. She was sure that her cheeks and neck were red with embarrassment.
"I feel the same." She told him, her tone was gentle and calm, very different from the madness of emotions surrounding her.
Chris looked up quickly, his blue eyes meeting hers, and Y/N swore she could see when his pupils dilated.
"Really?" His tone was full of hope, his fingers squeezing Y/N's weakly, ignoring the trembling of his own.
"Really." Y/N nodded, smiling widely while watching his reactions.
Chris swallowed hard, returning the smile and finally intertwining his fingers with hers, lifting her hands and bringing them close to his face, sealing the soft skin, exhaling the aroma of the lotion that emanated from there.
"Let's have this date."
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From: Chris
To: Nick
"I owe you one"
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Merry Christmas
Christmas 2023 (Krampus x GN!Reader)
Chains and Whips
CW: Non-con, dub-con, bondage, anal, sadism, monster fucking, mild brat training, bratty reader, pain play, breaking and entering
"So... He's, like, a demon?" (Reader) took another sip of their cocoa while giving their friend a half jokingly judgemental look, squinting their eyes over their oversized mug. For the holidays (Reader) found themselves with nowhere to go, and ended up traveling with their best friend to her hometown. It was a tiny little place, cute, and very strange. (Reader) had, of course, heard about Krampus before but only because of B-rated horror movies, so seeing an entire village of people hanging up pictures of him alongside Santa Claus was a culture shock, to say the least. Stranger than the abundant Krampus merch was the fact that everyone spoke of it with respect, as though the creature was real, a respect not given to Santa.
"Well, no, kinda, but no." Johanna flicked her wrist as she spoke, eyes glazed and unfocused in the warmth of the heated living room. "Krampus is older than Saint Nicholas and Christianity."
It was difficult to stay awake, all bundled up under a mountain of blankets while the TV quietly played a movie in the background. Snow was falling outside, while children played in the setting sun, laughing outside Johanna's window.
"So, does he kidnap naughty children?"
"No, he beats them with a stick." She tiredly waved her hand in a whipping motion to illustrate her point, as though (Reader) didn't know what she meant by "beating".
"That sounds horrifying." (Reader) smiled, chuckling. Their eyelids were beginning to glue themselves shut.
"Yeah. During Krampusnacht boys like to dress up as him and try to scare people. I used to be terrified of him." Johanna rolled over and propped herself up, resting her head on her hand while sprawling out further on the warm couch across (Reader) on the adjacent lounge. "Thank God I was such a good kid!" She said cheekily.
(Reader's) grin grew. "Should I be in trouble then?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm naughty." (Reader) joked, wiggling their shoulders comically.
The young woman sat up. Her face had flipped instantly from silly to frustrated, swapping from a sleepy gaze for furrowed brows. "That's not funny, (Reader)."
Shocked by Johanna's sudden seriousness, (Reader) sat up as well, doubling down on the joke. "Should probably lock your door tonight, to keep me safe."
"Stop!" She whined, looking genuinely nervous.
"What?" (Reader) leaned forward, amused by their friend's reaction. "Are you really scared?"
"Yes!"
"Scared he's going to come punish me?"
Johanna rolled her eyes. "Krampus is real."
(Reader) wanted to push their friend a little further. This was the first time they had ever seen Johanna act in such a way. Johanna was a fearless woman, a badass who was a regular ole adrenaline junkie; the kind of person to jump out a plane without hesitation. And here she was, losing her patience over a mythological creature.
The dramatic young adult launched themselves off the couch and towards a window, swaying their hips theatrically. They threw open the window as far as it could go, cupping their mouth to amplify their voice out into the neighborhood, moaning;
"Oh no! I hope some big, hairy, Krampus doesn't come and punish me for being such a naughty little whore!"
"(Reader)!"
"Please, don't come punish me for being such a tight little cum slut!" (Reader) laughed as Johanna grabbed their arm, now giggling as well, albeit more out of nerves than honest joy.
"(Reader), please! I'm serious!" Johanna closed the window, forgetting to lock it as she was too busy looking over her shoulder at her ridiculous friend. "I swear to God, if I have to wake up in the middle of the night to save your life..!"
(Reader) wasn't done being obnoxious, shaking their ass as they pretended to run away in fear. "Oh no! Don't let him spank me! Oh noooo!"
Johanna grabbed a throw pillow and chucked it at (Reader's) head hard enough to make them lose their balance. "You would get fucking wrecked by Krampus."
"Yeah, my ass-"
"Wouldn't even last a second. You would lose a fight against a marshmallow, you aren't going to go up against an ancient being worshipped for centuries."
After falling back onto the couch (Reader) had chosen for their sleeping spot, they rolled their eyes, dropping the act. (Reader) wasn't actually a naughty person. Not only were they not "naughty" in the innocent definition of the word, being the kind of person to return other shoppers' carts they refused to put away themselves, but in the dirty sense they weren't particularly "naughty" either. (Reader) wasn't a virgin, just suffering from a dry spell. "Goodnight, Jojo."
"Goodnight! I set my alarm for five.'
"Ew!"
"I'll see you in the morning!"
"Nooooooo....."
Johanna left (Reader) for her childhood bedroom, leaving (Reader) in the dark living room, not entirely alone.
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(Reader) wasn't asleep for long when the room became too unbearably cold, causing pins and needles in their legs that forced them to stand up. The time on their phone informed (Reader) that it was only one in the morning. They bundled up in the blanket Johanna provided and slipped into the kitchen to make a cup of decaf tea.
'Why's it so cold?' (Reader) shivered violently as they waited for the water to warm up enough for their drink. It was so warm before (Reader) passed out, that if the Christmas lights on the tree weren't still on they would have thought that there was a power outage. The water loudly began to sizzle in the electric kettle, making (Reader) panic, turning it off. They would have felt like shit if they accidentally woke up Johanna. Her grandparents were out of town, opting to go on a cruise during the holidays instead of hanging around in the cold to visit family, which (Reader) respected. They deserved to enjoy their retirement. Although they had never met, the older couple offered (Reader) their room, which (Reader) politely declined. Although (Reader) said that it was to respect their privacy, it was actually because (Reader) just didn't feel comfortable sleeping in someone else's bed.
The mug began to smell like tea instead of hot water as the bag steeped. (Reader) drank quickly, eager to warm up and get back to sleep. They peaked over at the clock on the oven.
1:00
It had taken almost ten minutes to make one cup of tea, but the time was still one am.
(Reader) felt a shiver crawl down their spine.
Before they could wrap their mind around the time, a rough hand with long, sharp nails, clasped over (Reader's) mouth, dragging them off the chair. The mug went flying, shattering against the tile flooring, along with the wooden chair tipping over and loudly clattering.
Despite the struggle and muffled screams, Johanna did not come down to (Reader's) rescue.
The lights that had been strung up on the tree were tied around (Reader's) arms, securing their hands behind their back. (Reader) fell unceremoniously to their knees.
Above them stood a giant shape in the dark. A tattered red cloak, chains and hooks, black fur..
Hooves sunk into the carpet of the living room. Black fur covered the majority of it's exposed body, and the skin that wasn't hairy was a dark grey with black discoloration. Large horns rose from his skull like a crown. His long, almost human face held a twisted smirk, split open just enough to show off his rows of sharp teeth. Within his primate sockets were goat like eyes, yellow and glowing in the dark.
Despite the heat of the bulbs pressed against (Reader's) arms, the terrified person felt colder than before.
Krampus.
He bent down, gently pressing his clawed thumb into (Reader's) mouth, rubbing his bitter tasting finger across their tongue as (Reader) sat shell shocked.
'He's real.'
(Reader) felt as he played with the wet insides of their mouth, only breaking out of their trance when his nail poked the sensitive wall of their inner cheek.
A surprised cry echoed throughout the house, earning a hand grabbing a fistful of (Reader's) hair, yanking their head back warningly. (Reader) bit down on the disgusting tasting hand as harshly as they could, but it only resulted in an amused chuckle. The creature's laugh was deep, rumbling like thunder in his chest.
He released (Reader) and effortlessly pulled his thumb out from their teeth. One of the many chains with hooks was uncoiled from the demon's shoulder and thrown to his cloven feet.
"Hey, wait-!" (Reader) protested as they were lift up and placed on their feet with only one hand. Their pajama bottoms were pulled down around their ankles, taking their underpants with them. "Stop!"
The hook Krampus had prepared was picked back up, the stench of his body becoming overwhelming as he engulfed (Reader) in his arms, jangling the chain behind their back as he prepared something.
"I don't know what you are, but I swear to God, I'm going to start screaming rape if you don't stop! The neighbors will call the cops!" (Reader) didn't know what they were saying, the adrenaline spike forcing out tough sounding sentences that made no sense, given the fact that this wasn't a normal human home invader.
Another rumble rolled throughout his rib cage as something cold violated (Reader's) ass. (Reader) involuntarily screamed as the hook was lodged into their anus.
They tried to fall to the floor, allowing their legs to turn to jelly, but Krampus tugged on the chain above them, forcing them up onto their toes. Their hands were still tied behind their back, so their balance was depended entirely on the chain.
Krampus seemed pleased, looking down at the teary little human.
(Reader) was not on the naughty list.
They had always been a good person, mindful of others and always attempting to do what was right. So when they opened the window that night, releasing their scent and calling out to Krampus, he knew what they were really implying.
A long, pink cock slick and shiny in the multicolor glow of (Reader's) bindings emerged from the black mass of fur between his animalistic legs. It was thin, but it continued emerging, revealing itself to almost be the length of his thigh.
He grabbed (Reader's) hair again, forcefully pushing their upper half down, bending them at their waist. They couldn't fall because of the chain still holding (Reader) up. The hand on (Reader's) head shoved their face down to his crotch, slipping his slimy cock between their lips as they begged him to stop. Like a sword, the long penis went down their throat, rubbing against their uvula, and poking into their stomach. Vomit rose and threatened to choke (Reader), coughing it up around his thin cock that smelled like his fingers.
(Reader) tried to straighten their back to pull his dick out of their body, but the Krampus yanked up on the hook while laughing, causing (Reader) to fall forward back onto his dick as their feet lost contact with the ground.
The chain was given some slack, placing (Reader) back onto their toes. They were able to pull off his dick long enough to release the bile onto his thighs. It was still in their mouth, but at it's thin tip, allowing (Reader) the chance to breathe. Then he pulled up again, ramming (Reader) onto him like some kind of pulley operated sex toy.
(Reader) felt their muscles burn as their face was mercilessly fucked by the monster, bobbing their head up and down his shaft by the chain still attached to (Reader's) ass.
Krampus dropped the heavy metal chain to grab (Reader's) head, slapping his heavy balls against their chin as his fucking became more erratic, smashing their nose into his thick fur as his chuckles turned to deep moans and pants. Then, (Reader's) face was held against his pelvis tightly as painfully hot fluid shot straight into their stomach.
He pulled out slowly, still twitching with little pumps of cum as he slid the cock out of their throat and over their tongue.
(Reader) left their mouth open, feeling the smelly fluid drip off their tongue and onto the floor, hoping they would vomit up the rest of his jizz they were forced to drink. The appearance of (Reader) with sticky white drool still connected in a long string to the tip of his hard cock, along with the pathetic little sniffles they made as tears dribbled down their cheeks, excited Krampus more, encouraging him to continue.
Still coughing up the suffocating muck, (Reader) was hoisted into the air, this time not by the hook that had fallen out of their rear, but but the Christmas lights around their midsection.
Suspended above the ground, (Reader) frantically kicked their legs. Krampus held the back of the bindings of their arms with one clawed fist, exposing themselves to him. A foot made contact with his knee in the struggle, but Krampus didn't flinch, completely unfazed by (Reader's) strength.
"No more! Fucking stop!" (Reader) squealed in desperation. They knew he could see how aroused they had become from this angle. (Reader) couldn't see his face, but knew he was smirking at them like the bastard he was. They didn't want to, but their body couldn't help it. It felt good to be fucked.
It had been a long time since (Reader) had had sex, but even longer since they had been fucked.
His still wet member pried open (Reader's) clenched hole. It wasn't painful, with how thin it was, but it kept going in, deeper, and deeper. It hit the point where a large human cock would have stopped, but the monster didn't seem to care for (Reader's) discomfort, forcing himself all the way in. (Reader) didn't even know how they fit all that dick inside of them. But the moment they felt his hot hips grind against their ass, their eyes fluttered.
Unable to touch the ground, (Reader) was held up by the Krampus' left hand and his erection. The lights dug into their ribs painfully, scraping against them as Krampus used the decoration as a harness. His thrusts were fast and hard, just like when he was raping (Reader's) mouth. He went deeper into their slutty hole than anyone ever had before, forcibly giving (Reader) unwanted pleasure.
"H- Help!" (Reader) shakily whined as they fought against how good his slimy inhuman dick felt as he pounded them from behind. Each snap of his hips hit their nerves better than any man had before. The building tightness was eroding (Reader's) will to fight.
'This isn't morally wrong.. right?'
'It's like a dream.. no one judges you for who you fuck in a dream you can't control..'
Their stomach contracted as their orgasm built, threatening to release. But just as (Reader) was about to finish, Krampus ceased his movements, holding them unbearably still against him.
(Reader) involuntarily whined. The climax slowly dissolved, losing the momentum. "Please let me go.."
Something hard painfully slapped their ass, cracking loudly like a riding crop. (Reader) cried out before they could bite their lip, earning another chuckle from the goat man as he continued dicking them down from behind.
Just as (Reader) tried to hush the sounds of enjoyment singing out from their own mouth, another slap from the wood stung their rippling ass cheek as Krampus buried his cock into them.
The rising orgasm built faster this time, causing (Reader) to shake as though they were helping rock themselves onto Krampus' long dick. Their thighs quivered and their breaths became ragged. Each thrust was alternated with a stinging whack to (Reader's) behind. And each time that wood contacted sharply against their skin, (Reader) was brought closer to the edge.
But again, he stopped, only keeping himself in as (Reader) lost their orgasm. They moaned angrily.
It seemed obvious that (Reader) was enjoying this, so why did he keep stopping?? Embarrassment filled (Reader) up and spilled out as tears and a cock hungry sob. "Please.." (Reader) squeezed their eyes shut in shame. "Please finish up.."
"Be more specific." A frighteningly deep voice rumbled from behind (Reader). "What do you want me to do, naughty little whore?"
Precum leaked down (Reader's) legs. "Please let me cum.."
The switch smacked them harder. "What was that?"
"Please let me cum!" (Reader) felt themselves tightening around his dick as they raised their voice. "Please fuck me stupid! I want to cum!"
Another harsh slap earned a gasp from (Reader), urging them to continue begging.
"Please fuck me!"
He laughed quietly while pulling (Reader) up so they could see his face. His dick was still buried deep inside of them as he gazed down at them with predatory eyes. "What a good little slut.."
His lips smashed against (Reader's) forcing his tongue into their kiss as he resumed his assault on their tired, raw genitals. (Reader) returned the kiss just as desperately as Krampus gave it. Their kissing made (Reader) light headed as his ramming cock fucked them past the point of no return.
(Reader) came loudly at the same time as Krampus shot another round into their greedy fuck hole. Even after his seed spilled out he continued pumping, slapping his wet hips up against (Reader's) as he rode out his second orgasm. He kept his cock nestled deep inside (Reader) as they passed out, falling asleep in his arms as he weakly continued rubbing himself against their twitching walls.
(Reader) woke up in the morning on the couch, their clothes on and bundled up in a warm blanket. Johanna was awake, making coffee. Their face burned, wondering what they could have eaten the night before to make them dream about something so dirty, and so vividly.
"You awake yet?"
(Reader) quickly sat up, sore, presumably from sleeping on a couch. "Yeah, I'm getting up."
They stood, but almost immediately felt their knees buckle as cum poured out of them into their pants so quickly (Reader) thought they pissed themselves. (Reader) squawked, pulling open their bottoms to find their underwear missing, and the insides of their pants painted with someone else's fluids, still leaking out of their swollen hole.
"Haha, what was that?" (Reader) quickly pulled up their pants as their friend entered the living room with the mug (Reader) broke the night before.
"Nothing."
"You sure? You look kinda feverish.."
"I'm good!"
"I was just thinking about how to get on the naughty list again next year~"
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a not so spicy confession
summary: when Y/N's secret crush on Sana becomes too much to bear
beneath the old tree in the university courtyard, nayeon nudged you, a smirk playing on her lips. "you've got a serious staring problem," she teased.
you rolled your eyes and shot back, "oh, shut up. no, i don't."
chilling on a bench, jihyo joined in, nodding towards the other side of the courtyard where sana, your long-time crush, was minding her business. "yeah, the only time she has a staring problem is when sana is around," jihyo chuckled.
nayeon, with a sly grin, added her two cents. "you know, y/n, if you weren't such a coward, you wouldn't be just staring at her from afar." she shook her head in mock disappointment.
you scoffed, defending yourself, "i'm not a coward. i just... appreciate the view, okay?"
jihyo shot you a skeptical look. "appreciate the view? come on, it's been, like, forever. just go talk to her."
you shook your head, a resigned smile on your face. "nah, it's never gonna happen. sana won't be interested anyway."
nayeon smirked knowingly, "or maybe she's waiting for you to make a move, but you're just stuck in 'appreciating the view' mode."
you scoffed again, tossing a playful punch at nayeon's arm, "come on, you guys know as well as i do that sana's got a line of admirers longer than the coffee queue in the morning. why would she bother with me?"
jihyo playfully rolled her eyes, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. "y/n, it pains me to say this, but you're actually pretty cute. it's not too far-fetched for her to be into you."
nayeon, lost in thought for a moment, suddenly perked up with excitement. "oh, that's right! remember that one time in junior year when sana asked me about you? she was like, 'hey, is y/n in class? i wanted to ask her something.' and i was like, 'why don't you ask her yourself?'"
your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "wait, what? junior year? why didn't you tell me about this before?"
nayeon, with a sheepish grin, replied, "it just randomly popped into my head now. but seriously, y/n, you've got to give yourself more credit!"
jihyo jumped back into the conversation, her tone teasing. "see, y/n? sana's not just asking about anyone. you've got her intrigued."
before you could reply, you caught the sound of sana's laugh, echoing from her table with mina and momo. nayeon nudged you, smirking, "well, there's your girl."
your cheeks turned a shade of pink. "yeah, yeah, not a big deal."
sana, mina, and momo had been tight since their move from japan, sticking together like glue throughout university. sana's laugh kept ringing out, and you couldn't help but think back to when sana's laugh had first captivated you. you wondered if, just maybe, you could ever be the reason behind that infectious laughter.
just then, jeongyeon arrived at your table. "hey, are you guys hitting up miyeon's party tomorrow night?" she asked, munching on a boiled egg.
nayeon and jihyo nodded simultaneously. "of course! you bet we'll be there, and don't worry, we're dragging y/n along too," nayeon declared with a mischievous grin.
you rolled your eyes. "yeah, yeah. i was planning to go anyway. got a ton of free time this week."
jeongyeon sighed, chewing on her boiled egg. "ugh, i wish i had free time. my super-intense calculus prof is trying to kill us with assignments."
fast forward to the day of the party, nayeon swung by your apartment, exclaiming, "ready to see your girlfriend tonight?"
you rolled your eyes as you entered the car, "sana’s not my girlfriend.”
jeongyeon giggled, "who said we were talking about sana?"
nayeon couldn't resist teasing, "you keep denying it, but the heart wants what it wants, y/n. maybe tonight's the night sana will realize you’re her soulmate."
you chuckled, "sana and i barely know each other."
jihyo joined in, "yeah, but strangers can become friends, and friends can become more than that, you know? especially at a party with the right mood and a touch of magic in the air."
nayeon added, "you know, we're all graduating soon. you might regret not making a move."
jeongyeon and jihyo chimed in agreement, teasing you more about missed opportunities and what-ifs. you, lost in thought, couldn't help but consider the possibilities.
as you arrived at the party, dahyun greeted you at the door with infectious energy, exclaiming, "what's up, what's up, party peopleeee! prepare yourselves for a night of epic proportions!"
you guys couldn't help but laugh at dahyun's lively entrance, and as you made your way inside, she continued her entertaining banter and turned to you, “unnie, grab your dancing shoes because tonight we're going to break it down on the dance floor! and if you see miyeon, give her a high-five for throwing the party of the century!"
you amused by dahyun’s obvious drunkenness turned to your junior and patted her on the head, "well, if the night's as epic as your intro, dahyun, we're in for a wild ride.”
as the night marched on, you could feel the drinks weaving a tipsy tapestry around you. laughter bubbled through the air, but amidst the cheerful chaos, your eyes kept searching for a familiar face in the lively crowd – sana.
then, you spotted her: sana, sporting the cutest brown shirt that hugged all the right places, and those glasses, a rare accessory that added an extra layer of charm. you couldn't help but marvel at how sana seemed to be the standout beauty of the night.
nayeon, with her knack for reading between the lines, couldn't resist a playful jab. "well, well, what's got you all starry-eyed? is it the snacks or someone special catching your gaze?"
jihyo and jeongyeon, sensing an opportunity for some good-natured teasing, joined in. "if you don't act fast, dex might swoop in and steal the spotlight. you wouldn't want to miss your chance forever," jeongyeon teased, the mention of dex causing a subtle shift in your mood.
suddenly, amidst the laughter and teasing, you found yourself feeling a bit low. another shot seemed like a good idea, a temporary escape from the self-doubt and lingering 'what-ifs.'
despite the lively atmosphere, you couldn't shake off a twinge of sadness. the wish to gather the courage and strike up a conversation with sana weighed heavily on you.
nayeon, always the instigator, added more fuel to the playful fire. "come on, y/n! if you don't make a move, dex is going to steal the show, and you'll be left with a bag of 'what-ifs' to ponder over in your graduation cap!"
jihyo chimed in, "you'll regret it if you don't try. plus, it's a party! everyone's a bit buzzed; it's the perfect time!"
jeongyeon, with a conspiratorial grin, added, "you've got nothing to lose and a whole lot to gain.”
despite the encouraging words, your mind swirled with uncertainty. the mention of dex stirred a pang of jealousy you hadn't anticipated, prompting you to reach for another shot, hoping it would wash away the brewing storm inside. dex, the self-proclaimed admirer of sana. he made it known to everyone that sana was his ideal girl, and you couldn't help but scoff at the thought. after all, sana was your dream girl too, so dex wasn't exactly special. yet, you had witnessed how sana gave dex the time of day, even flirting with him a bit.
the night continued, and as you downed more shots, the liquid courage only seemed to fuel the internal struggle. the pulsating music, contagious laughter, and shared moments faded into the background as you grappled with the weight of indecision and the fear of missing out.
an hour later, you found yourself feeling pretty drunk, so you decided it was time to take a breather. you excused yourself, stumbling a bit, and made your way to the kitchen, hoping that some water and maybe a snack could work their magic. as you stepped into the kitchen, though, you couldn't believe your eyes—there was dex, boldly talking up sana. this sight, for some reason, ignited a spark of annoyance within you.
summoning every ounce of sober energy you had left, you marched up to dex and sana. you cleared your throat dramatically and declared, "you guys wouldn’t make a cute couple, you know."
sana burst into laughter, a warm sound that filled the room. "y/n? you okay?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye. on the other hand, dex looked puzzled and muttered, "i think she's drunk."
you, determined to prove your sobriety, straightened up and insisted, "i'm not drunk. and even if i were, trust me, any clear-headed person could see you two wouldn't be cute together."
dex, still trying to process your bold statement, stammered, "uh, why not?"
you fired back, "well, dex, you're like a plain sandwich, and sana deserves a five-star meal. no offense, of course."
sana, thoroughly amused at the unfolding scene, exchanged an amused glance with dex, who seemed utterly perplexed by your sudden proclamation. "you're a riot, y/n," sana teased, suppressing a laugh.
dex, still looking baffled, just shrugged, and sana, with a playful smile, said, "excuse us for a moment, dex. i think y/n needs a bit of fresh air."
as sana led you out of the kitchen, you couldn't help but mutter, "i am sober, you know."
sana chuckled, "sure, y/n, of course, you are."
while climbing the stairs, sana continued to giggle, and with a teasing smile, she added, "you're the soberest person i've ever seen."
you reached what you assumed was miyeon's room but you couldn’t really process anything right now, and sana gently guided you to the bed. sana gently asked, "do you know where nayeon, jihyo, or jeongyeon is?”
sana, grabbing her phone, seemed to be in the process of contacting one of them to come to your rescue.
in the midst of this, you couldn't shake the feeling of regret creeping in. you blurted out, "are you upset with me? i mean, i interrupted you, right?"
sana, still calm and collected, assured you, "no, not upset. just want to make sure you're okay."
you knew you were gonna regret all of this tomorrow but, fueled by the liquid courage coursing through her, you decided you didn't care about the impending consequences. your world could crumble tomorrow; tonight was for saying whatever you wanted.
in the haze of inebriation, you couldn't help but make a lighthearted comment, "i have a talent for messing things up spectacularly, huh."
sana giggled, "well, you did add a bit of drama to the party, that's for sure."
sana sighed, her attempts to reach nayeon, jihyo, or jeongyeon proving unsuccessful. she turned to you, a concerned look on her face, and asked, "will you be okay staying here for a while? i can't seem to contact any of them."
you, still feeling a bit woozy, nodded and managed a small smile, "yeah, sure. it's fine."
"great," sana replied, a playful glint in her eye. "so, am i staying with you?" she asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
you couldn't help but blush at sana's words. "uh, yeah, sure. you can stay," you stammered.
sana giggled at your adorable reaction, then her expression turned thoughtful. "hey, remember that five-star meal comment from earlier? what was that about?"
you groaned in embarrassment, burying your face in your hands. "can we please forget about it?”
sana, however, was not one to let things go easily. she nudged you, still grinning, and asked, "is there someone you think is a five-star meal?"
you, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, mumbled, "no one, really. it was just a silly thing i said."
but sana persisted, a mischievous glint in her eye, "come on, spill the beans. i want to know who's a five-star meal in your book."
you, still blushing, let out an exasperated laugh. "okay, fine, if i have to pick someone, it's you, okay? happy now?"
sana's eyes sparkled with delight, and she responded with a charming grin, "well, thank you for the compliment. you're not so bad yourself, you know."
sana seeing you blushing pushed even more, “so, y/n, if you were to pick someone who's worthy of me, who would it be?"
you groaned, realizing sana's playful challenge. "i don't know, maybe someone who matches your vibe?"
sana's smile widened, and she playfully poked your nose. "that's a good answer, but you're not getting away that easily. come on, anyone in particular?"
still oblivious to sana's underlying intentions, you thought for a moment and then shrugged. "i don't know, sana. you're pretty amazing. i can't think of anyone else."
sana shifted her gaze, looking at you as if she were analyzing and trying to read you. after a moment, she spoke with a knowing tone, "you like me, don't you?"
you were taken aback, your eyes widening. “what do you mean?"
sana only laughed, a musical sound that danced through the air. "i can tell, y/n. mina and momo notice it a lot too when you're staring. i think it's cute."
now thoroughly embarrassed, you stammered, "i-i don't know what you're talking about. i mean, why would i—"
sana interrupted, her laughter contagious, "relax, y/n. besides, it's not like it's a big secret."
trying to regain your composure, you managed a nervous laugh. "i didn't think it was that obvious."
sana, still wearing that mischievous grin, pushed further, "so, when you mentioned the five-star meal earlier, were you referring to yourself?"
your face turned an even deeper shade of red. "what? no!"
sana interrupted playfully, "come on, y/n, don't be shy. besides, if you think you're a five-star meal, who am i to argue?"
sana's expression softened, and she looked at you with a warmth that sent shivers down your spine. "you know, y/n, in case you were wondering, i don't mind at all."
still trying to process everything, you mumbled, "i... uh, i didn't think you'd notice."
sana winked, "i notice a lot more than you think. and i gotta say, it’s flattering. makes me feel special."
you couldn't help but smile, the tension easing. "well, i guess i can't hide anything from you."
sana leaned back, a thoughtful expression on her face. "you really shouldn't try to hide these things, y/n. life's too short for secrets."
you nodded, "yeah, you're right."
sana, with a glint of mischief in her eyes, issued a challenge. "y/n, can you say it?"
you were appalled. "say what?"
sana grinned, "that you like me. out loud."
you protested, "why do i have to say it? it's practically implied. i'm sure you know!"
sana, undeterred, playfully challenged her, "come on, y/n. it's different when you say it. try it."
you sighed, feeling cornered. "fine. i like you, okay?"
sana's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she teased, "such a charmer, y/n."
you rolled your eyes. sana, still wearing that playful grin, leaned even closer, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. she smiled sweetly and said, "i have another challenge for you, y/n.”
"another challenge? what is it?"
sana's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "take me out on a date."
you couldn't help but blush, the realization sinking in. "are you saying... i have a chance?"
sana nodded, her gaze unwavering. "more than a chance, y/n.”
you felt a mix of excitement and disbelief, and managed a shy smile. "i never expected this."
sana leaned even closer, "i guess life is full of surprises, especially the ones that make your heart race a bit faster."
that’s when you realized that taking a chance on love – no matter how unconventional – can lead to the most extraordinary adventures (and to having the prettiest girlfriend in the room).
so, to anyone out there with a crush, just confess. you never know – you might end up with a girl like sana who thinks you're the missing piece to their puzzle. and if they reject you, just pretend it was a dare or blame it on a sudden urge for honesty. works like a charm.
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Pick the picture(s) that you're drawn to the most, then scroll for their corresponding message about what your soul tribe will love about you.
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Pile One
The traits that your soul tribe will love the most about you, are the aspects of yourself that people may have told you were "too big". You could be reduced to someone who's "very dramatic" or overly sensitive, but I'm seeing that in the eyes of your soul tribe, you're very adorable and witty. Emotionally, they're going to make sure that you're taken seriously, by being there for you when you need comfort and support for the things that you worry or are upset about, while still offering balance in this relationship by not infantilizing you. What's really sticking out to me is that that they're not going to be annoyed by you being happy. I know that sounds weird, but to break this down a bit, you could generally be someone who has a lot to offer, enchantingly attractive, but with no control over who it is that you're attracting. You could have experienced a lot of people that may have tried to dim your light by being pestered by your humanely traits like being excited for something, being social and knowing how to communicate, getting compliments on your appearance and talents, and maybe even just breathing (I'm not kidding, people are weird like that) but your soul tribe will be the backbone in the kind of support that you need around you, they're not going to be intimidated or jealous by your vibrant personality and the attention that you get in life, they're going to celebrate you and genuinely treat you like you're someone they want to be around. They'll always be there to help you win and applaud you for what you achieve, but they'll also love you enough to hold you accountable for things or to assist in unpacking conflicts whether it be external or internally. It will feel like a real family, where this isn't any anxiety, and that interacting with each other is like this flow of peaceful and orderly harmony. You won't have to hide from them at all.
Pile Two
Your soul tribe will tremendously appreciate your fierceness. I'm not talking about loving your grit, assertiveness, and darkness when it benefits them, they will love you whole as you are because the key theme in the foundation and lesson of your relationship is duplexity. You have the gift of helping people find their way back out of rock bottom both physically and mentally. Your insight is something fresh and unique that they don't get from anyone else, and it's usually always the missing piece that helps shift their entire mood and focus in an ironically positive way, no matter how how screwed up things may look for them. They love how you have their back and in return you'll finally have people who will reciprocate that instead of getting scared and ditching you when things are rough or when they can't gain anything from your hurdles. They'll love your humor and how you inspire them to have more confidence to not let people walk over them. Interchangeably, you use your imperfections to elevate each other in a way that's both equal. Another interesting trait about what the good qualities of you and your soul tribe, is how you don't keep each other stuck, even if you guys reach a disagreement, you will always find a healthy and peaceful resolution that will move you guys forward and stronger as a team.
Pile Three
What your soul tribe will love about you are the traits about yourself that you may feel are not identifiable. You could feel like because of your lack of experience in life that you have a dull personality, but your soul tribe will see you as someone with so much depth and will happily and effortlessly uncover your layers and help you discover your inner mogul. Almost every outing that you guys have will be out of the ordinary, or you will find yourself to be not as mundane as you thought. You could notice how you tense you've been in your day to day activities once you start hanging out with your soul tribe. You're going to feel more relaxed and no longer have this idea that you have to give in to the pressure that people put on to you. You could have had a lot of obsessions with perfectionism, and they want to release you from that. You could have had this attachment to restricting yourself because you feel that it's more likeable or acceptable to be this way in fear of being judged for letting loose, but your soul tribe is going to love what they see on the other side of when you finally just let go and allow yourself to be complex as you are instead of just one way.
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Astro notes based on my experiences
Leo suns are clumsy, because we get caught up in feeling like the main character and end up slipping or tripping. But since everything we do is flashy and flamboyant -- we always fall in some dramatic way.
Aires go from being mature stick-in-the-muds and serious to really laid back and funny. its a good balance
speaking of balance, Capricorns love to spend money. if you see their closets you might wonder how they grab a outfit in time.
taurus + taurus suns work well as far as relationships go.
Pisces- why ya'll ignore me 'till I bring up that one thing you know you did AND STILL SAY YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT. 😭
Pisces is a bit mean to Aires at times.
'Scorpio moons are the most mischievous people I know.
Leo risings when underdeveloped are hysterical and sensitive.
Aires risings are closed off but big softies, and Sagittarius risings are the real outlaws of the group. how do I know? my dad's a Sagittarius rising, my sis is a Leo rising and I'm the Aires rising.
Cancer placements are not cry babies. There's a reason why it hurts when a crab pinches you/ fights back. And cancer placements love to keep track of everything. Like that one time you did that one thing you don't want people to know about? They'll bring it up if you strike the wrong chord with them.
Aquarius moons---ok, like ya'll are precious! also your humor is all over the place.
Virgo moons- why do we say what we say?? like we love to study ANYTHING but we end up really wanting to analyze the worst people--and end up saying our findings and sounding and get stared at like ::
"why do you know when so-so goes out for coffee--"
also Virgo moons have great music taste-no, I'm not bragging.. I am bragging..kinda
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Day 10: Han Jisung 🎄 Hands-Free Orgasm
Kinkmas 2023
"I just wanna see if I can, I know people who can."
Your face changed to one of surprise. "You know people who can cum without any touch? Who?"
Jisung's face reddened and he rubbued the back of his neck.
"Well...m-maybe not 'know'...but I've seen it in porn."
You giggled and leaned across the couch to kiss him.
"Oh Jisung, I thought you were old enough to know not to chase after everything you see in porn." Your hand reached down to his crotch, to offer to lend your boyfriend a hand. But as soon as your fingers touched him, he pulled back and made a sound of protest.
"Wait, I'm serious, I really wanna try it. Don't touch me, please."
You quickly took your hand away. "Oh like...like now?"
Jisung's eyes shifted and a nervous smile played on his lips. "Um...yeah, is that okay?"
You sat back and looked at him endearingly. "Of course, if that's what you want. What do you want me to do?" Obviously he wanted you to help him in some way; otherwise he could have just done this on his own time.
Jisung was already untying his sweatpants, carefully sliding them down his legs and avoiding touching his cock. You suppressed a giggle; he looked so cute, already trying so hard to stick to his goal.
"Can you just, um, like..." His hands moved in a repetitive but vague motion. "Like, touch yourself?"
You smiled and pulled your shirt over your head, your fingers then dancing over your tits. "Oh, I see. Am I better than porn?"
Jisung sighed heavily and nodded enthusiastically. Well, you hadn't expected such a nice compliment from such a situation.
"I'll be right back," you told him, then ran quickly to the bedroom. You opened one of your drawers and grabbed your favorite vibe and dildo, then rushed back to the living room.
"Fuck, baby, oh my God," he told you dramatically when he saw you carrying your toys.
"What?"
"I didn't know you were gonna use toys, that's fucking hot."
You smirked and took off your pants so you were now in your underwear in front of him, and you saw his soft dick twitch a bit.
"Yeah, I'm gonna use these toys," you said seductively, taking your dildo and licking the tip. "Gonna fuck myself good with them."
Jisung's lips stayed parted as he watched you with bated breath, and your eyes kept flickering to his dick each time it throbbed or twitched. You licked and sucked the head of the toy, as his cock moved from between his legs up onto his thigh.
You set aside the dildo and sat up straighter, your hand rubbing over the crotch of your panties. This whole situation was working on you too; the fabric dampened by the second. Jisung sighed and moved his hands under his thighs to keep himself from using them.
You pulled your panties down your legs, going ahead and unclasping your bra and sliding that off too, then sat on the carpet and spread your legs for him. A deep grunt stuck in his throat and his hips rocked forward slightly, needily.
"Looks like your dick wants to be right here," you said with a chuckle, dragging your fingers through your slit.
"Yeah..." He trailed off dreamily, his eyes fixed on you and your body.
You grabbed your vibe and turned it on, just the sound shooting adrenaline through your veins. You placed it on your clit and your hips automatically jumped towards the stimulation. "Fuck, that's good," you smiled, watching his cock shake and stiffen, nearly fully hard by now. You could see his balls now, and they were definitely getting tighter.
"Touch your tits, babe," Jisung suggested, unsurprisingly, as he always loved playing with them himself. So you used your free hand to grope your own chest, teasing your nipples and moaning for him.
"Ugh, I want your tongue on my tits," you sighed, playing it up for him. "God, I want that long cock inside me so fucking bad."
Jisung moaned softly, his hips shaking, his cock throbbing.
"Fuck, I want it too...fuck yourself with that." He nodded towards the dildo, so you grabbed it and leaned back a bit.
"You wanna watch me, Jisung? Getting railed by a dick that's not yours while you just sit there?" It almost sounded like a cuckolding thing when you said it like that. But he seemed into it all the same, biting his lip and nodding.
Slowly you pushed the toy into you, forward and back, inch by inch. Jisung's hips pushed forward, staying there for a couple of seconds, and his head fell back against the couch. "Shit..." His hips fell back and his dick leaked, precum slipping down the head.
"Mm, you like it, baby?" You fucked yourself with the toy a few times, letting the filthy wet sounds ring out. "Tell me what you like, what you wanna do to me. Maybe it'll help."
Jisung swallowed hard and looked down at his throbbing dick, the pulsating veins, the red needy head. You could see the lust in his eyes, how badly he wanted to touch himself. Or better yet, have you touch him.
"Anything, everything," he chuckled, looking worn out already. "Remember on my birthday when we fucked on the balcony?" You looked over to the big glass door across the room, remembering that night. You smiled and nodded, pushing the dildo all the way in, just like Jisung had done with his own dick that night when he came. "We should do that again."
"Hmm, maybe after this we can."
"Yeah, there's no way I'm letting you go without fucking you after this," he said determinedly. "You look way too hot right now."
"Well then you'd better hurry up and cum," you teased, your free hand coming up to play with your tits again.
"Shit, I will, I'm so fucking close..." His hips pushed up and fell back down over and over again, his cock straight up in the air, red and hard as hell, searching desperately for some friction but receiving none. It looked absolutely delicious, and now this was getting to you, making you squirm with anticipation. You wished you could just sit on it and feel it as he hit his climax, feel the built up tension release inside you.
Jisung's eyes squeezed shut and with another hard thrust into the empty air, he moaned your name loudly and you watched cum shoot up and land on his shirt. Holy shit, he actually did it. He looked so hot and needy, the sight of him hitting his climax like this made you almost hit your own. Gripping the couch cushions so tightly, Jisung slowly dropped back to the couch and stared down at his dick, panting.
He finally looked at you and you realized you'd just been staring too, so you giggled in response.
"I told you I could do it," he beamed.
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narrow thoughts // carmen berzatto
part one: sprite
finally done with part 1! somewhat happy ending in part 2 btw, since i don't totally hate you guys or want you to suffer for once
synopsis: you and carmen were good friends turned strangers — the trauma bond from Noma still keeping you closer. you've noticed Carmen's hard work, and you worry terribly for him and his wellbeing. keeping quiet has never been so hard; being "friends" has never been so hard.
pairings: platonic!richie x reader – romantic!carmy x reader
english isn't my first language — expect some mistakes. feedback is always appreciated.
WARNINGS: friends - strangers - lovers, angst, fluff, NOT an established relationship, pre-existing history, ZERO use of y/n, reader is implied female, mention of the nickname "Pico," short for "Piccola" ; small (young), or even baby, in italian.
wc: 2.1k
You twisted the silver key at an angle, locking the glass door shut — the 'CLOSED' sign taunting you. You and your pre-existing staff expected to open in just 6 weeks, and you still felt like so much time lingered. The emptiness of the sidewalk made your stomach drop to your feet, the same way it did every night. You waited so impatiently for the opening day of your coffee shop to inch closer and closer; but you were uncertain, unsettled, and lacking confidence in your craft. Was simplicity really the answer? Should you have just stayed in New York? Were you just another, "Eleven Madison Park Dickhead?" Did you even want answers to these looming questions? No. No you didn't — not yet. All you wanted that night was a glass of homemade sprite, and maybe a real conversation with an old friend.
Maybe he'd know what to say, if anything at all.
So, you walked. And you walked, and you walked, and you kept walking — your dark blue crewneck sweater that went just past the belt line of your baggy jeans, a pair of pantyhose, white socks, and Doc Martens keeping you clothed in the Chicago cold. Your bracelets clanged against each other, harmonizing with the sound of the keychains jingling against your purse, clutched close to your sides. You finally reached the The Beef, the florescent glow casting a blueish green shine against your face. Another 'CLOSED' sign pointed a childish finger at you.
"Richieeee!" You wined, gently knocking on the glass window to grasp his attention — his back turned to you as he was telling Tina and Marcus yet another story about Carmen's childhood. You almost regretted being nice to him, but it gave you leeway; visiting after hours, special treatment, and even the nickname 'Pico' was coined after you.
"Richie, I know you can hear me!"
"Yeah, and he goes—" Richie reluctantly paused, hearing a familiar voice from behind the glass. His hands, frozen in the air, fell to his sides as he dramatically walked over to the door. "Shit, hold on. Pico's here." He groaned, slowly unlocking and cracking the door open, moving out of your way to let you in.
"Thanks." You breathed, crossing your arms as you took a step into the restaurant — immediately met with smiles and good night's from Marcus and Tina. Your eyes darted around the cramped space of the counter, not quite being able to see into the kitchen as you stepped closer to take a seat in a red barstool.
"What're you doin' here? You alright, sweetheart?" Richie asked, his tone only slightly annoyed from the interruption of his attempt to humiliate Carmen. He waltzed behind the counter, supporting his weight by pressing his palms against the metal as he stood across from you. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering — completely disregarding Tina and Marcus clocking out and leaving for the night.
"Yeah, just uh — my stomach hurts. Like, bad." You sighed, sticking your elbows up onto the counter and resting your face in your hands, the stool next to you occupied by your purse. Richie only nodded his head, noticing your mouth slightly gaped open like you had more to say. Even if he was a childish asshole, he wasn't evil. He'd never interrupt someone who was clearly in need.
"And–and i'm just... payin' a visit, I guess." You tried justifying your reasoning for coming all this way. It was 9:47, and you hardly ever came around this late. Typically, you'd lock up by 9:15, come over and stick around till 9:30, and be home by 10:45. You must've needed something, he thought, but he chose not to pester you tonight.
Please don't ask.
"Alright.. Yeah, 'ya look a little green. You wanna sprite?" Richie gently placed the back of his hand against your forehead, just reassuring you didn't have a fever. You nodded your head in approval. He walked into the kitchen, shouting "COUSIN! Pico wants a sprite! Make it for 'er, will 'ya?"
Carmen shut his locker as he nodded his head to Richie, mumbling, "be right there." He bit the inside of his cheek, his lips curling into a smile when he saw you through the tiny peak between the counter and the kitchen that you were too far from to experience. Admittedly, Carmen liked seeing you come in — bringing coffee for everyone in the mornings, and wishing everyone goodnight in the evenings. It gave him something to look foreword to. He liked the consistency; and hell, he fucking loved the blonde espresso macchiato you conjured up for him, the foam just a tad bit flat from having to travel on foot from the cafe to the restaurant with it.
You scrolled on your Instagram timeline as you heard Carmen mumbling to himself as he made your sprite, noting the clinking of ice against a glass cup and the crisp sound of the homemade soda pouring in. You gave Richie an air-kiss on the cheek goodbye as he walked out of The Beef, his lanky frame covered by his leather jacket. You smiled again at the sight of Carmen politely delivering your drink, putting your phone away in the pocket of your jeans.
"Why thank you!" You cooed, looking into his big, blue eyes that didn't really know what to focus on. You took in every feature: his curly dirty-blonde locks in need of trimming, his big and arched nose, the round shape of his chin. You were staring, your stare never leaving his figure as he set the glass down on the counter, and he couldn't help but smile back.
He was perfect — it was almost scary.
"Pleasure." Carmen chuckled, placing a warm hand on the back of his neck as he thought of what else to say. He couldn't remember the last time you two were alone. The closest thing was him coming over to your apartment in broad daylight to help you get rid of the green, god awful futon in your living room that was covered in weird stains.
"You've got a weird definition of pleasure." You sighed, raising your glass to your lips and feeling the sprite ease your stomach. Your eyes rolled when you heard his obnoxiously attractive laugh; breathy and nervous.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Carmen nodded his head, essentially saying "you're right, but respectfully — fuck off" without actually saying it. He picked his head up, watching your throat contract with each sip — the neon lights all around the restaurant displaying a purple glow against your skin. It was childish, but knowing he could make your night just a little bit better with a glass of sprite made him proud of himself.
"You feelin' alright? As best as you can, I mean." You set your glass down, resting your face in your palms as you blinked at Carmen, your eyebrows knitted in concern. You worried for him, no matter how much your brain reassured you that they grey crescents under his eyes were none of your concern. It was normal to never get more than 5 or 6 hours of sleep every night as an overworked 34 year old, right? It's a Carmy problem, right?
No. Fuck no.
"Uh... yeah, I—" Carmen's hands gripped tightly against the cold, metal counter, his foot tapping against the tile floor. He bit the inside of his cheek, diverting his gaze away from you and back towards the walkway into the kitchen. He was lying, and you knew it. He felt his chest heave at the question as he forced himself to look at you again; your face still expressing a sense of panic for him.
"You..?" You finished his empty sentence for him, getting a little impatient. Your manicured nails clicked against the counter, waiting for him to tell at least some fragments of the truth.
"No, not alright. Not really. I, um—" He paused again, his eyes finally locking with yours, completely unable to pull away now. You looked beautiful to him — elegant, even. With your hair messier than the way you styled it this morning, with your chipped and grown out manicure, and especially with your lack of knowledge that Carmen was analyzing every inch of you. He felt guilty for looking - more than he usually did.
"I've been having those weird fuckin' dreams again. A-and these panic attacks, I think?" Carmens voice went softer, a whine of fear in his speech; he finally let his guard down just a bit. It was like just looking at you calmed him down enough so he could choke out another sentence.
"Shit. Still?" You asked, your nails pausing their annoying clack and tap so you could focus all of your attention onto Carmen. You remembered Natalie mentioning Carmen's recent manifestations of his stress, often asking if you'd just check up on him every once in a while, just in case she couldn't reach him.
"Yeah." Carmen replied, his voice airy and unsupported. His eyes were blue and desperate, and fixated on every part of your face. It made his thoughts narrow down to you; your weird sense of humor, your artful hands that illustrated your frustration when you complained about your day, even the perfume you wore every day that lingered around the jacket you left at his apartment (which he still hasn't given back to you.) Why would he? How could Carmen not keep a piece of you in his home?
You finally caught Carmen's gaze as you grazed the condensation on your glass of sprite — and you could see it in his face; the exhaustion, the anxiety, the need for stability in his eyes. You saw what this place did to him; what fixing this hellhole turned him into for a second time. It felt silly, controlling, nagging even, for you to assume that Carmen couldn't handle himself. But maybe that wasn't too unfair of an assumption; even if Sydney tried to condition you to believe that not every Carmy problem had to be a you problem.
"Jesus. I'm sorry." You clenched your teeth as you thought about his nausea spells he'd get every morning, remembering the dozens of empty bottles of pepto bismol littered around the kitchen counter of his apartment in New York. It was like you could still feel the sting of stomach acid your throat when you ended up puking every night after dinner rush; your digestive system completely empty from the lack of time you even had to keep your body intact. And yet, it was fucking everything. Your calloused fingers from the knives and the rasp in your throat from crying felt like a trophy; a mark on your person that forever reminded you of how great you once were.
What were you even doing here? Opening another thrift shop? But this time, it had a built in cafe; a cafe you dreamed of serving the best coffee in Chicago? Wow! What an original, realistic and inspiring concept. Like Richie warned the two of you: neither of you had any idea what you were doing back in Chicago.
Is it too late for me to understand you?
"Is this even.. I don't know — fun, for you anymore? Was it ever?" You croaked, tracing the tip of your middle finger along the rim of the glass — watching the little bubbles in the drink rise and pop. The question almost struck a nerve in Carmen, it forced him to think; really think.
"I mean... 'fun' isn't the word I'd use." He shrugged his shoulders, his face contorting into that typical confused look he always gave you. It made your heart ache.
"I don't like what it does to you."
"I'm– I'm trying to... to do somethin' here, Pico." His eyebrows knitted as his hands gripped just a little tighter against the counter.
"I know, Carmy. A-and you're doing great I just– I miss you." You barely whispered, crossing your arms almost trying to defend yourself as Carmen's face softened. His stomach dropped to his feet, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
You two hadn't had a real conversation since the night you decided to quit, leaving Carmen to chase his success and even become Food & Wine's best chef without you. You hadn't cried in front of him since the day after Mikey's funeral: which neither of you could bring yourself to attend to. You'd been back home much longer than Carmen had; him coming home was so bittersweet. You needed him here. You needed him in the warm glow of your apartment, on your vintage couch as you shared the leftover pasta carbonara you made the night before. You forgot what his arms felt like around you, trying so hard to remember as you glanced at his tattoos.
"I miss you too."
TO BE CONTINUED BITCHESSSSSS!!!!!!
#AHHHH#i hope you guys like this!!!#sorry it took a while!#writers block ugh#anyway I'm so happy with how this turned out#carmen berzatto#carmen x reader#fic series#richie jerimovich#sydney adamu#the bear#carmy the bear#i love this show so much#reposts are appreciated#pls don't flop#i'll kms if this flops#istg im gonna cry#Spotify
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hi!! I'm not sure if you have this idea requested already or not, but since yujun really likes spiderman I'm thinking spiderman yujun with reader as his gf would be so cute (imagine them doing the upside down kiss that would be soo cutee)
AGYSJOSUVWBU YES.
Spidey-Sense
group: xikers
pair: yujun x fem!reader
genre: fluff, superhero au, established relationship
word count: 1.1k
content: kisses and sweet cuties 🥹
a/n: this prompt is so so cute and fun, I really hope I did it justice 🥹🥹
You tap your pen repetitively against the desk, your head held in your other hand as your mind swims with thoughts. The bright light of your laptop screen in front of you makes your eyes tired and you blink slowly, sighing down at the still blank page in front of you, the header reading: “The Sudden Influx of Superheroes Across The World”. It's a topic that schools were starting to make students study due to the incredible rise in heroes across the globe. It's an interesting topic, you'll give it that, but turning it into lectures and essay assignments made it as boring as any other subject.
Despite that, you're luckier than your fellow students when it comes to assignments like this, considering your dorm mate, and boyfriend, is a hero himself.
You chew on the end of your pen before dropping your head onto the desk in exasperation. You close your eyes, your head completely empty despite how desperately you need it to be filled with smart thoughts right at this very moment, but you just can't seem to find your focus.
It's this distracted state, however, that allows your ear to pick up on the subtle sound of the window across the room sliding open. You don't even have to look over to know it's him. What would he call this? “Spidey-sense”? You smile softly to yourself as you keep your head pressed to the desk, as if trying to pretend that you don't know he's there.
“Huh…”
His soft voice rings out through the small dorm room.
“Is she asleep..?” He questions to himself and you struggle to stifle a giggle. You try and keep it quiet, but know you've failed when he sighs softly.
“C'mon, you dummy.”
You giggle and lift your head, smiling giddily at him. He's wearing his usual get-up; full suit and mask covered with a grey zip-up hoodie and a pair of baggy ripped jeans, perched right on the windowsill in his usual crouch pose.
“What's that face for?~” He asks playfully, making you lean back in your chair with a smug smile.
“Oh nothing~”
His face is masked but you can tell he's smiling under it.
“Sure~ Get over here.”
“Hmmm…nope.”
He gasps mock-dramatically.
“What? Why?”
You giggle at his reaction, your face slowly turning pink and your cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling.
“You called me a dummy!”
“Well, it's a fact!”
You gasp just as dramatically as he did, bringing your hand to your chest in a shocked gesture.
“Well now I'm definitely not going over there.”
He sighs and chuckles wryly before sticking his arm towards you and shooting webs to stick onto the arms of your rolling chair, pulling the chair and you towards him in a flash. You grip the arms tightly, slightly startled, before sighing, leaning back, and crossing your arms.
“Well that's just not fair, is it?”
His sweet giggle rings out through the air, making your smile grow and your cheeks get slightly pinker.
“I'm a superhero. Normal rules don't apply to me~”
He jokes, making you chuckle.
“Is that so?~” You reply, a slightly flirty edge to your words. He hums in response, nodding confidently. You just stare at him with a smile for a moment before bringing your hands up to cup his face.
“Take the mask off, Yujun. Let me see that pretty face of yours.”
He giggles before responding playfully.
“I hate to break it to you, but it's not all that pretty right now. It's all sweaty from all the crime fighting, y’know?”
You chuckle at his joking cockiness.
“Shut up, you…your face is always pretty…”
Silence passes between the two of you as your thumbs gently caress his cheeks. You can feel the skin under his mask begin to heat up, making your own blush grow deeper as well. When he finally speaks again, his voice is noticeably quieter and shakier.
“...Well now I don't want to take my mask off for a different reason…”
You giggle at his cute response before trailing your hands down to the base of his neck where his mask meets the rest of his suit, hooking your fingers under the hem. He pulls his head away slightly.
“Hey, now. What'd I just say?”
He asks with a playful sass to his voice. You reach your hands out again, still pulling his mask up despite his defiance.
“Relax~ I'm just pulling it up to…here!”
You fold his mask up to just over his nose, allowing you to at least watch his mouth as he talks. He giggles and the sight of his toothy smile makes your heart skip in your chest.
“Did you really want to see my mouth move that much?” He questions teasingly and you giggle.
“Partially. But I also wanted to do this.”
Cradling his face again, you lean in and place a tender kiss on his exposed lips, earning a surprised hum from him before he adjusts and kisses you back, one of his hands meeting the back of your chair so he's leaning slightly over you. The two of you keep your lips locked together for what feels like an eternity before he sighs against them in a way that makes you so dizzy that you have to pull back. You don't even need to pull his mask all the way up to see how red he is now, the hue blanketing his whole face all the way down to the base of his neck. You two catch your breath for a few seconds before you speak up with a stutter, trying to break the tension and hide your fluster.
“Y-You should probably go back to fighting crime now mister hero~”
He chuckles breathlessly, his voice slightly raspier than it was before.
“Aww…do I have to?” He pouts and you giggle, nodding.
“Yep. And I have to study so shoo!”
He chuckles before leaning in to steal one last quick peck from your lips. You blush hard from the surprise of it and push playfully against his chest, as if trying to shove him out the window.
“Shoo, shoo! Don't make me get the bug spray!”
He laughs out loud and you catch one last glimpse of his smile before he yanks his mask back down to cover his whole face.
“Later.” He mutters, the smile in his voice obvious. You watch as he leaps from the window, swinging through the buildings with ease. You sigh and lean your head against the windowsill where he once was, watching him until he disappears from sight and a few minutes after that.
Eventually, you roll back to your desk to continue your essay, but it gets completely abandoned for the rest of the day as you stare up at the ceiling, your head completely filled with thoughts of him.
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𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 ╰► THE MARAUDERS
Summary: When Muggle!Reader takes the boys on a trip around her small town in her old beat up convertible
Warnings: Cursing, no set relationship- so up for imagination. I keep updating this, so if it keeps getting longer- that’s why.
WHEN FOUR BOYS unexpectedly materialized in her fireplace in a cloud of green at three in the morning on a Saturday night, Y/N's exhaustion was evident on her face.
She sat at her kitchen table, weariness etched in her features as she observed two of the boys wrestling on the floor. James's glasses were placed nearby for safekeeping as he grappled with Sirius, their playful struggle filling the room with grunts and exaggerated screams.
Feeling drained, Y/N slumped down, her head unintentionally finding support on the pale hand of Peter Pettigrew. With a muffled voice, she muttered her gratitude to him. Peter nodded in response, offering a small smile, even though she couldn't see it from her position.
"Thanks for letting us stay here, darlin'," Remus's voice reached her ears, a blend of weariness and a hint of raspiness evident in his words. Despite his fatigue, his voice remained gentle and comforting. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on her head, though it landed amidst her hair.
As Remus settled down beside her, he placed a cup of coffee on the table, a warm gesture to soothe her tiredness. Looking up at him, Y/N mustered a small smile, appreciating the gesture as she took a sip of the comforting drink.
The moment Y/N saw the expression on James's face, she understood why they had sought refuge in her home. Sirius was visibly restless after fleeing from his own family, and since their chance encounter with Y/N in the muggle world during their third year, he had been eager to revisit.
With their wrestling match coming to an end, James and Sirius stood up, their chests heaving and their hair disheveled, sharing mischievous smirks.
Approaching Y/N, Sirius dramatically draped his arm over her, leaning heavily on her. She grumbled in annoyance and pushed him away, causing him to stumble and fall into the waiting arms of his curly-haired friend.
James let out a surprised yelp as they tumbled to the ground, the unexpected collision leaving them in a heap.
"I'm bored," Sirius groaned from the floor.
Y/N glanced down at him and James, who were sprawled out on the floor, eyes closed and tongues sticking out in a dramatic fashion, as if they were playing dead.
"We can go on a car ride?" she suggested with a shrug, her hands already reaching for her keys on the table.
Sirius immediately jumped up, nodding his head enthusiastically, resembling a dog excited about a car ride. James chuckled, nodding in agreement as he got up from the floor.
Y/N raised an eyebrow questioningly at Peter and Remus, silently asking if they were up for the adventure. With their amused smiles, they nodded in agreement, ready to join the impromptu car ride.
Sirius eagerly took Y/N's hand and began pulling her along, causing her to stumble slightly. Laughter escaped her lips as she struggled to keep up with his enthusiastic pace.
Remus and Peter followed closely, chuckling at the sight of Y/N being tugged around. "You don't even know where the car is, Sirius!" she playfully called out, her laughter filling the air as Sirius continued to lead her on, unaware of their destination.
Unlocking the car, Y/N gently pushed Sirius away and made her way to the driver's seat. She opened the door and climbed in, settling herself behind the wheel.
The sound of the other boys piling into the car reached her ears, and she took a moment to gather her thoughts before starting the engine.
As she glanced around, she noticed James taking his place in the passenger seat. His round glasses were slightly askew, and his dark curly hair was tousled. He leaned back, finding a comfortable position and adjusting his legs.
Remus settled in behind James in the backseat, his sandy-colored hair disheveled, and his tired eyes drooping slightly from lack of sleep. His dark blue sweater was crinkled.
Peter occupied the middle seat, his bright blue eyes fixed ahead, focused on the wind rustling through the trees outside. Sirius squeezed in beside him, his long black hair in disarray, and a glimmer of excitement sparkled in his grey eyes as he peered out of the open window, resembling an enthusiastic puppy.
“Want the top down?” She asked with a small smirk at the sight of James looking at her with wide, confused hazel eyes.
“The top can go down?” Sirius asked exitedly, leaning forward and gripping onto the back of the head seat of Y/N’s headrest.
Y/N chuckled at Sirius's excitement and turned to face him. "Yes, Sirius, the top can go down. It's a convertible," she explained, her smirk widening. She then looked at James, who still seemed a bit perplexed.
James blinked, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he processed her question. "You mean we can ride with the top down?" he asked, a hint of enthusiasm creeping into his voice.
Y/N nodded, reaching for the controls to lower the convertible top. "Yep, just give me a second," she replied, her fingers deftly working the switches. Within moments, the soft top began to retract, revealing the open sky above.
As the top folded neatly behind them, allowing the cool night air to rush in, Sirius let out a whoop of delight, his grip tightening on the headrest.
James grinned, his eyes alight with excitement. "This is going to be brilliant!" he exclaimed, leaning back in his seat, ready to enjoy the exhilarating ride.
As the gravel road stretched out before them, Y/N pressed on the gas, allowing the wind and the rhythmic crunch of tires on gravel to fill their ears.
The exhilaration of the open road enveloped them, and they couldn't help but be carried away by the freedom of the moment.
Remus, his voice tinged with weariness, mustered the energy to make a request. "Mind turning on some music, Darlin'?" he slurred, his words barely audible amidst the rushing wind.
James cast a teasing glance back at Remus before redirecting his gaze to Y/N. His mischievous smirk danced on his lips as he joined in. "Yeah, Darlin', wanna put some music on?" he playfully suggested, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Sirius, always eager to contribute, leaned forward, his pale finger reaching out to fiddle with the record player. Frustration crept into his voice as he struggled to get it working. "How do you get this shit to start?" he grumbled, flicking the knob with uncertainty.
Y/N, unfazed by the technical glitch, smiled knowingly. She paused for a moment, her hand poised above the record player, before delivering a decisive fist to it.
With a sudden burst, music burst forth, filling the car with its melodic energy. "Just gotta hit it a couple times," she quipped, laughter bubbling from her lips as she refocused her attention on the road ahead.
Y/N laughed at her own method of getting the music to start, her eyes briefly flickering to Sirius as he grumbled in amusement. The sound of the chosen song filled the car, blending with the rush of wind and the hum of the engine.
The upbeat melody enveloped them as they continued down the winding road. Y/N couldn't help but tap her fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm, her eyes glancing at James who was swaying along with the music, a carefree grin adorning his face.
Remus, leaning back against the seat, closed his eyes and let the music wash over him, a contented smile playing on his lips. Sirius, now satisfied with the functioning record player, settled back in his seat, his head bobbing to the beat.
Y/N focused on the dark gravel road, her head moving slightly to the rhythm of "Starman" by David Bowie. She groaned in annoyance when James peeked his head from the back of the car, flashing a cheeky grin.
"What's up, (Y/N)?" James said, smirking with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sirius is sticking his head out the window like a daft pup."
"What are you at, James?" (Y/N) retorted, rolling her eyes. "Sirius is acting like a mad eejit."
Sirius, now being teased, kept his head out the window, his hair caught in the wind. His long black hair blowing in the breeze, his tongue out and his eyes closed. "Oi, Moony, it's grand! I'm catching the breeze."
"Sirius, sit down before you end up with a face full of gravel," Remus chastised, shaking his head.
“Yeah, and a mouth full of bugs. For fucks sake Sirius close your mouth!” She laughed- turning for a second when she heard Sirius let out a choked gag- coughing as his eyes watered. “Sweet Merlin I think I swallowed a bug.” He choked out
Meanwhile, Peter remained quiet, watching the sun as it began to rise.
"Do you have a pond?" Peter asked, peering over James's shoulder to look at (Y/N), who shot a quick glance his way before biting her lip in thought.
"Yeah, there’s one on the edge of the property," she replied, raising a brow at Peter. "Fancy a dip?
"We could go skinny dipping," Sirius chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Remus groaned, rolling his eyes and burying his face in his hands. "Merlin, Padfoot, control yourself."
James laughed, pushing Sirius away. "Pack it in, Padfoot. Just enjoy the ride." He then rested his chin on (Y/N)'s shoulder, the awkward position not bothering him in the least.
She rolled her eyes, but relished the head radiating from James, the round glasses he wore poking against her face.
Coming to a stop, she pulled up alongside the slightly run-down white fence. Parking the car, she hopped out, and the boys followed suit, Remus using the door along with Peter, while James and Sirius, in their usual fashion, just vaulted over the side.
Laughter echoed when James attempted to jump on her, almost toppling her over. Remus, ever the savior, pulled her away, leaving James to eat a face full of grass.
"Merlin, Moony," James groaned, rolling on his back. "You’ve killed me, the fittest of the group. Now you're a bunch of ugly buggers." He playfully snarled, groaning as Sirius kicked his side softly.
"Help a lad out here, Pete." James held his hand out to the blonde boy, who took it with a playful smile.
The lake was a decent size, with a small patch of well-trimmed grass to lounge on. She rolled her eyes, moving to her boot to grab three medium-sized blankets.
"Why blankets?" Sirius asked, hugging her from behind with his head in her hair.
"You can never be too sure," she replied with a soft smile, handing some to Remus, who grinned appreciatively. Her gaze couldn’t help but linger on the new scar on his cheek. Giving it a playful kiss, she pushed him away when he got flustered.
She let out a surprised sound when Peter picked her up, spinning her around as laughter echoed loudly, the world around her blurring into a joyful haze.
Grasping his arms around her waist, she stumbled a bit as he set her down, finding herself leaning into James, who made a small sound as he steadied her.
"You lot are extra clingy today," she teased, poking James in the side as he squirmed. "Just missed you, that’s all," Remus said with a soft smile, giving her a gentle kiss on the crown of her head.
Before she could respond, Sirius pulled her away, huffing. "You lot are stealing her, barely have gotten to be near her," he teased, sticking to her side like a lost puppy.
She rolled her eyes, laughing softly and ruffling Sirius's hair, making him gasp and glare at her while desperately trying to fix his hair.
She laughed, playfully moving away as he chased her all the way down to the clearing of grass. A loud scream escaped her lips as Sirius tackled her, the two of them snarling at each other in playful abandon.
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#keeperofthestars#harry potter#james potter imagine#sirius black imagine#fred weasly x reader#harry potter imagine#sirius black x reader#sirius black#james potter x reader#james potter x y/n#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x y/n
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All other criticisms of modern Star Wars aside, the thing that gets me the most is how every single story is being written to fit into some Avengers-level grand finale that just isn't laying a solid enough foundation to make it worth the wait. Regardless of whether the individual stories are good or bad, what makes them fall so short, imo, is that there's usually no real payoff within their own runtimes (unless you count cheap callbacks or loose promises of More, which you shouldn't)
Like, I already knew halfway through Ahsoka that we were in for a cliffhanger and it's just like...alright, guess we'll see how this ends in about 5 years? Even Mando, which had a great first season and was poised to stand on its own two feet and ride off on a rootin' tootin' bounty huntin' adventure, has ultimately become yet another dusty path on the road to the current Big Plot with an indeterminate due date. That's not deliciously addictive media, it's a dry-ass carrot on a spindly little stick, lol
Of course, this is a problem that many franchises are happily getting cozy with lately because everybody wants to have their own Infinity War / Endgame moment, but I guess it seems a bit more egregious with Star Wars because, ironically, it used to work best because it had less overall focus. Like, sure, we had concurrent movies, animated series, and games, but they were always happy to do their own things and tell their own stories with definitive conclusions. Now it all has to funnel into the Big New Plot and, man, I honestly just can't bring myself to care when it feels like an endless waiting game
I definitely need to get around to watching Visions at some point because, every time it pops up, it sounds like the lifeblood that Star Wars sorely needs atm
Yeah the setup-and-payoff a-to-b type dramatic clarity that seemed so entrenched into the very bones of cinematic grammar - up to around the emergence of streaming, wink wink nudge nudge - is sorely missed in star wars atm. sure maybe downsized writers rooms fidgeting with limited series formats instead of doing actual seasonal TV has something to do with it, but even that is probably such a small piece of the larger issue that spins all this longform storytelling bullshit ferry wheel around.
Another part is certainly chasing the MCU business model of it all like you said. Carrot on a stick is verbatim how I've often described these things myself, the endless promise of another promise of another promise instead of forming a complete thought with a beginning and an end. servicing the plot before story at all costs. another part still is reverence towards the aesthetic trappings of the source material instead of its themes, trying to nail the exact texture of tatooine's huts and dial in the perfect balance of lightsaber choreography and pay homage to a thousand iconic shots before articulating something true in the text.
And like it's an endless laundry list, this confluence of capital-I Issues both industry-scale and creatively-driven that seem to be flaying the skin off the bones of whatever star wars even "is" nowadays. no one can answer that in the context of billions of dollars made off toys and storylines centering around this one moment in fictional history about sons and fathers and empires and rebellions. so they just keep twisting in the wind filling in any gaps within that period. I don't know nonnie, it's all so bleak. ahsoka and obi wan and even mando tbh. as charming as season 1 was, it truly felt like it coasted on its incredible restraint to avoid muddying its aesthetic with cameos, and lucked into effective storytelling as a result of that utterly unintentional alchemy. that's obviously well and truly gone now as its true optics have reared head.
what star wars is by itself is such a pointless discussion, right? andor argues it's a perfectly functional heightened universe that can support incredibly nuanced and dramatically charged stories of grassroots rebellion and the bureaucratic strain of fascist regimes. visions argues it's a world beholden to the force, an endlessly mutable and elegant metaphor that can support infinite monomyths and fairy tales. both are equally fantastic at executing on their takes, despite being in diametrically opposite extremes of interpreting the source. so it's not really about that at all, why the other stuff sucks this bad.
they're just bad at the craft of it, that's really it. whether it's auteur worship or business decisions rotting that fish down, it still rots all the same. maybe the new writers' guild contracts can shift the winds a little, because I was so securely done with star wars and then the aforementioned 2 shows came and affected me. so, so profoundly that I'm back on the hook again. like a lil sucker!
#long post#anon#asks#boy howdy forgive me mister baby yoda for I have engaged in star wars discourse again#this will definitely not backfire on me as it never before has.
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Hello! Thank you for every advice you give here!
This might sound like a weird ask, but I don't know how to write the second(or more) draft. I've heard some advice about rewriting and not editing, but every time I try to write the second draft, I just end up copying the first one, with very few differences.
So my question is, what is your way of writing the second draft and if you have any advice on that? I know some things that work for some don't work for others, but I just can't seem to find the right way.
Oh, second drafts. Only the most difficult writing step after drafting, followed by the most difficult step of writing the third draft.
The good news is that almost no one pulls together their story on the second draft. If your first draft is putting down the bones of the story, the second is figuring out where to lay the connective tissue. Maybe you've got too many bones, maybe you don't have enough. Maybe some of your bones are too short, or too misshapen to work. The second draft is getting that story skeleton together, knowing full well you're gonna need to fix some of those bones first.
Get yourself a plan to put that skeleton together - make an outline. I swear I'm not the sworn enemy of pantsers that i sometimes seem to be (it's professional jealousy, I swear), but if you don't have an outline, now is the time to get one. If you do, go back and revise that first. You'll want to know what you want the story to become from the pile of bones you're working from.
Not enough bones - identify what you're missing. If you're like me, sometimes while drafting you write 'figure this shit out later' and then forget to do so. Thanks for nothing, Past Me. But chances are your story needs some added scenes, more character development, etc. Identifying those missing pieces and fleshing out your outline can help you tackle a second draft.
Too many bones - figure out what needs to be cut. Not every scene is going to be worth keeping no matter how attached to them you are. If you're on the fence about a scene, consider if it serves to move the plot forward, develops the characters, or establishes important worldbuilding. If the scene meanders plotlessly, repeats character beats instead of expanding on them, or seems to suck the oxygen out of the story, you may have to rethink or remove them.
These bones don't fit - figure out what scenes are lacking. Another thing I tend to do in first drafts is sell my scenes short. I just don't think of the best outcome, the most dramatic climax, or a great setting when I'm trying to figure out what happens. In going through your novel, think about each scene carefully. Should this argument take place in a deserted library, or would it be more emotional and dramatic on a crowded train? If the villain's plot seems small, how can you make him a greater threat?
Uuuh bro that's not a human bone - revising scenes that went off the rails. If you're gearing up for NaNoWriMo yet again, you might know the feeling of writing pages of bullshit to make that wordcount. It could be good bullshit! It could be really fun! But if it sticks out like a sore thumb in the story, it may be best to set aside to figure out what to make out of it later.
You're not going to get everything right in the second draft either, so don't over-stress in trying to get your story whipped into shape. But you will be better off after giving those bones a little polish and assembling them into what could conceivably pass for a decent skeleton, one that you won't mind sharing with others to see what other work it might need. Good luck!
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Because I'm crap at technology, I have actually lost a request that someone asked of me and now I can't reply to it directly so if it was you I'm so so sorry. I do remember the premise though and I'll try to do it my best!
Chained - ASL & F!Celestial Dragon!Reader
Summary: basically what I remember them asking was ASL and a celestial dragon who is learning about the world, who eventually decides she doesn't want to go home. This was described as like a Pink Diamond/Rose Quarts type situation like in SU. I've decided to make this child ASL, then a little time skip! Thought the idea was adorable! TW for mentions of slavery, child abuse, abuse and foul language.
You don't remember exactly how you managed to leave the ship, or how you got into that empty crate, or how that crate ended up heading in a direction away from the shore and into the sea or-
Well never mind that or the numerous "or"s you could list. You were lost, probably many miles and islands away from the original place your parents had decided to tour. Why they thought leaving the Grand Line, or the Red Line for that matter, to walk around a little city with their heads up high was a good idea was a mystery. But it helped you because it gave you an opportunity to go on a little adventure, just like the books you read talked about!
When you were at home you weren't allowed to read because "reading is a peasants hobby". Little did they know that your grandmother, now passed, had a secret library stacked with books from across the world in her home. Boredom had you seeking trouble one day, causing you to fall right into the library from a hatch in the floor. It hurt, but it was worth it to see rows and rows of shelves lined with hardbacks as old as your parents. Some were newer however, like the Sora comic books that you found. Why your grandmother thought it was nice to keep them was a little strange, even if you didn't know her well she seemed like the uptight sort. Yet nowadays you wondered what she was truly like if she managed to read and dog tag some of the most fascinating books you'd picked up.
Currently, a few days after the events that lead to you escaping, you had landed on the steep shores of an island covered in jungle. With your small, and slowly depleting, supply of snacks you climbed out of the box and began to scale some rocks. In your current attire, the suit you were forced into, it was a lot more difficult than it should have been. Luckily the bubble they usually had you wear was popped with your very dramatic exit through the cabin window.
Reaching solid ground, and grass, you discovered you were met with very dense forest like you'd assumed. With the naive courage of a lion cub, you began to walk into the brush and disappear. As you continued, looking all around at the new sights, you wondered how your parents were doing. Had they noticed you were gone yet? Your father was a busy busy man and often too proud to visit you so he probably had another day or two until he realised you were gone. Your mother was a different story, she'd probably stormed in to have you go on a walk with her through town and saw you missing.
After another hour or so of prodding snakes and narrowly dodging some monkeys on vines, you heard a change in the surrounding sound. Three sharp, childish voices up ahead. It excited you, you'd never met anyone your age who wasn't already from your homeland. Would they look the same? Would they be kind? It seems they'd sensed you before you could stick your head out, as the boy in orange yelled angrily into the bushes.
"Reveal yourself or get lost!" He shouted, making you jump a little. Was everyone out here as aggressive as him?
He hadn't seen you yet but it looked like the blonde he was with finally caught a glimpse of you. "I'm sorry about him, he's just loud don't worry. Could you step into the light?"
You obliged him, looking at the pair in wonder. They were much different from anyone else, definitely not like anyone had warned you. Your uncle said common people had horns and tails that they could control like arms to snatch people, your aunt said they had blue skin and gills like fish with the faces of demons. But these two boys were just like you. With soft looking skin, small noses, full heads of hair and only one pair of eyes. You had yet to spy any horns or tails, but you knew that your aunt was definitely wrong.
The brunette looked unimpressed by you, looking you up and down like how your father looked at people. If the books were right, this was judgement. But the blonde however, looked like he had just choked on a fly. "What the hell is one of them doing out here-"
"Hi I'm Luffy! This is Ace and Sabo. Now that you know us, why're you wearing that ugly potato sack?" The crouched one asked. You'd not noticed him, you definitely should have become his eyes looked like dinner plates and his mouth was stretched like a boa constrictor.
"Luffy don't tell her our names she could be an enemy!" Ace yelled, hitting his brother. You didn't like hitting, it reminded you of your father and that servant you saw once. That back then was much messier than it was now.
"No, Ace's right. That is an enemy" Sabo was pale, like he wanted nothing more than to lunge away or at you. "That's one of those bubble heads I told you about".
You were confused as they entered some private, quiet conversation. Even the loud one was calm. When they concluded, the first brunette looked vicious. He leaned down, picking up a rock and hurling it at a tree near your head. Obviously you flinched away, looking back at him with both confusion and fear. Why were they acting like this?
The blonde copied him, pelting you with pebbles until you were forced to run away. It was only the wide eyed boy that didn't copy, looking at his brothers in anger and yelling something you couldn't hear. It was too bad, you left into the shade of the trees.
You slept in a cave that night, thinking about those boys until morning. It kept you awake. Why didn't they even try to talk to you? What exactly caused that reaction?
Breakfast consisted on a loaf of bread in a tree, with heavy and tired eyes you watched the shrubs below. That was until someone sat next to you with a heavy thud. You turned and saw him, the scar faced one from before. "Hi strange girl!"
"Uh, hi strange boy?" You replied, not knowing what to call him.
He tilted his head and looked offended. "I'm not strange, you are!"
"What, no I'm not! You're the one throwing rocks at me!" You defended, and though it wasn't necessarily true it was just stating the groups odd behaviour.
"Nuh uh, Sabo says you're weird because you keep people and they don't want to be with you and you wear bubbles and shoot people!" He said, crossing his arms.
But you didn't react this time, once again remembering that scene from so long ago. The guns your family had on display, the rooms you weren't allowed to enter that always echoed with suffering. One time, when you were very young, you stood just a little close to one of the padlocked doors and cast a shadow under it. Whatever was behind it lunged at the wood on the other side, cursing and screaming profanities at you. From then on you didn't go near any unknown doors.
You're people weren't good people, you knew that and you didn't know how it made you feel, but now that he'd said it out loud... You could only think, what else did your people do? To the people back home, and to the people of the world. You were stuck behind one-way glass, they could see you but you couldn't see them and it frustrated you. What else was there that was missing?
"You know, I get the feeling that you're not so bad" Luffy hummed, picking a leaf from your hair. You gave him a look but he only ever smiled at you. "I don't think you shoot people, or take them. Do you?"
"No. I- I don't understand. I need to know more about myself, my people, from you because they won't show me or tell me. I don't get it! How are you supposed to be human?" You were struggling with the thoughts in your head that swelled up into tears. Tears were the only thing that ever got you a reaction so it was all you could do. It was like you knew what you wanted to ask but your mouth couldn't say it right. You needed to know more, shatter the glass that kept you apart.
Luffy stuck a finger out and flicked you, making you stop crying momentarily. "I don't know what you have to do to be human, I just do stuff. But I can teach you what I know if you want?".
All you could do was say yes.
For the first week, it was just you and Luffy in the jungle. He told you that the first step to being human was to stop dressing like a bag of flour, telling you to discard your old attire and wear some old clothes he'd managed to snag. It was only a simple pair of boys shorts and a tank top, green and grey.
It was during a fishing trip (attempt) that Luffy showed you his devil fruit abilities, to which you nearly fainted. Devils fruits, Ds and pirates were the three main things all nobles were taught to fear. It didn't help that Luffy revealed he was, in fact, all three or was going to try to be at least for the last one. But his stories, personality and overall sunny nature reassured you. You began to learn not to judge a book by it's cover.
The second week, Sabo and Ace finally revealed themselves again and admitted to having watched you both from afar. The blonde admitted that he also hadn't trusted you with Luffy, and while he thought better now he would still not drop his guard. After learning so much in only seven days, you didn't blame him. Though they didn't like to interact with you, both boys started to tag along or stay close by.
By your third week, you received news about your absence in the form of a newspaper. "World noble child missing: reward being offered for return"
Ace was ready to jump and turn you in, but in a surprise twist Sabo had defended you. It might've helped that you two had a separate talk one night and he confessed to having been noble too, of course not one with your status but it was all the same. He listened to you tell him about your ignorance and Luffy's training, deciding he was alright with you hanging around as long as no one got hurt. You learned that sometimes you can relate to people in the strangest of ways.
After an entire month, Ace finally started to talk to you. Though it was mostly mockery at your poor, but quickly developing, hunting skills you still felt some friendly teasing in his voice. With the danger of being caught, you came up with a plan and finally sat the brothers down to decide what you wanted to do.
In the light of the bonfire your hair glowed like red embers, a serious expression on your face. "I'm going to stay".
Luffy cheered, Ace and Sabo looked unsure. "The longer you stay, the wider the search for you becomes. They'll find you eventually if this keeps up" Sabo warned. He liked your company, but he couldn't risk his brothers for a girl he'd known for a month.
"He's right, you'd need to die for them to stop searching" Ace added morbidly.
"Exactly. I've decided I'm going to die".
The gang let out a collective "huh?" All three looked at you as if you were mad.
You shook your head, pulling out your old clothes from behind you. There was dirt caked into it, a few drops of blood from the rocks and running but other than that it was intact. You needed to change that. "I'm going to set this out as bait, when they find it they'll stop the search".
Sabo looked a little confused. "Why would they stop if they found your clothes, surely they'd just look harder?"
From the corner of your vision you fiddled with a knife you'd been given. It was clear, safe if you cut right. Raising it before they couldn't react, you cut the palm of your hand and let the blood splatter across your old suit. Red soaked into it like a murder scene, hearing the boys let out small yelps.
Luffy ran to you, worried while Sabo screamed something about getting bandages. Ace tsk'ed at you, but he did look slightly shocked. "Smart move, but stupid too. You've gone and messed up your hand now!"
While the night closed you fell asleep watching the stars, those three boys surrounding you equally exhausted. A glint of white crossed the sky as you pet Luffy's hair, he was fast asleep as soon as he'd layed down.
In the morning, all three of you returned to the cliffs where you had come from and stared out into the blue ocean. Wrapped up, torn and stained garment in hand, you tossed it out to sea and watched it drift away into the distance. It was like you were saying goodbye to yourself, except now you weren't sure that was ever really you. You can't remember having as much fun or anger or sadness then, just nothing at all. Being human was being emotional too, and that's what you felt.
In the afternoon Ace cut your hair with a knife in front of a mirror and you stared at yourself. You. For once in your life you controlled how you looked, who you were with and the place you were in. That celestial girl was dead, and from her shining shell crawled out an entirely different person.
The same day you swore an oath to never go back, never be one of them and to join your newfound friends in their profession as pirates.
Everything you feared once was what you'd become, because you realised it was never your fear at all.
I'm sorry please forgive how rushed this was, I hardly had creativity writing it so it's very confusing but I hope you enjoy it.
#one piece#one piece headcanons#one piece x reader#monkey d. luffy#portgas d ace#sabo one piece#one piece & reader#platonic reader
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Houseki no Kuni Chapter 104 Thoughts: "My Way" By Frank Sinatra
Hello everyone! I hope your month had gone by well. Mine had been...eventful, to say the least, though I suppose things could have turned out much worse.
Anyways, that's not what this is about. I just finished going through the latest chapter and... wow. That last image. Many fans have pointed out the signs, and I think it's safe to say that those last few pages confirm how this long saga is finally going to end...
BUT before I get into that, as always, I'll share some of my thoughts in this post. This will be long and ramble-y as usual (I truly meant to keep it short this time, I swear! It just kept getting longer and longer...) and I may come back to update some things. And as always, please feel free to share your own thoughts!
BTW: After reading this chapter a few more times and struggling with a title for the post, "My Way" by Frank Sinatra kept popping up in my head. It's honestly pretty fitting. That's why it's my title now. Please look up the song and lyrics when you get the chance and you'll hopefully see what I mean.
View of Humanity Through Untainted Eyes (Or lack thereof...)
Like the last couple of chapters, this chapter was dialogue heavy and it was admittedly hard to pick which parts I liked the most. Eyeball's (Or should I address him as "Brother"?... I'm sticking with "Eyeball") dramatic performance at the beginning was very funny and informative. It really showed how much he not only hated humanity and yet valued the professor during her final moments. And his talk with Phos at the end of the chapter was engrossing. But for this section, I'll mostly focus on Phos's interactions with the pebbles; I'll focus more on the first pebble in the following section.
Phos has truly become a teacher/mentor-like figure ( and dare I say even parental figure) for these pebbles, especially because of how they spoke to them. Phos literally reminded me of a thoughtful pre-school teacher with how patient they are with each of the pebbles and giving them the chance to express their differing opinions and giving what I think were appropriate responses. In some ways, Phos's mannerisms in this chapter reminded me of Adamant, though Phos's approach with these pebbles seems more gently, at least to me.
Hmm...You know what's funny? As I was writing this portion, a little thought popped into my head claiming that Phos may have inadvertently adopted more of Adamant's habits than I first realized. I'll try to explain more on this in the next portion.
But let me first go back to another thing that I liked about Phos's interaction with the pebbles: their individual responses. It could have been so easy to have the pebbles all be likeminded after hearing the history of humans, but that's not what we got. Each pebble had their own opinion; some were curious, some were scared, some were right in the middle, and a few seemingly blasé. I don't know why but I like how these varying responses further emphasize that the pebbles individuality goes deeper than their varying appearances and mannerisms. And I'm also thankful that Phos and Eyeball weren't seemingly perturbed by their responses... at least Eyeball wasn't.
"I want everyone to be happy": Naivety or Profound Point of View?
Now let's focus on the main pebble, because of course, out of all the responses, their response to Phos and Eyeball had the most weight despite how simple it sounds on the surface.
You can argue that the pebble's response was due to their naiveté, but I think this pebble has repeatedly shown that their nuanced view of the world around them is sophisticated and mindful. After being told by Phos and Eyeball about how fascinating and yet awful humans were and even acknowledging humanities good and bad qualities, the pebble still believed that everyone deserves happiness, even those considered "bad".
I couldn't agree more with Eyeball and Phos on this page:
At first, I thought that these innocent and yet wise responses reminded me of old Phos, but the more I thought about it, this couldn't be further from the truth. While Phos was also very naïve at the beginning of the story, I think they were to lost in their own heads to truly think outside of their own unrealized desires, even when they claim their actions were to help everyone. So if you were to tell old Phos the stories of humanity and ask them the same questions, I don't think we would have gotten the same answers the pebble gave. And the more I think about, I doubt Phos would have ever made the same conclusion at any point in their story. There's nothing wrong with that, but that just has me thinking... It's interesting how this small pebbles seem more empathy for others than the previous human descendants, from the Lunarians, Admirabilis, and the even the Lustrous, even though they looked more human.
Tell me what you think! This was weird character analysis tangent and I'm curious to know if anyone has feels similarly or differently. But speaking of Phos's character... Onto the next section!
Friend to Closed Off Guardian: The barrier between Phos and the pebbles
While I was typing the paragraph that focused on Phos's mentor-like persona, I made a small realization. Is it just me or doesn't Phos's interactions with the pebbles feel different now? Yes, I pointed out that Phos is acting like a kind teacher in this chapter and I could be overanalyzing this, but while this interaction is cute on the surface, I can't help but feel there is more to this interaction. This is why I brought up Adamant, for Phos's interactions with the pebbles in this chapter reminded me of a certain aspect of Adamant's old relationship with the Lustrous.
As you may recall, Adamant assumed a leader/guardian role with the Lustrous over time. He had many reasons of doing so, including for their protection, but assuming this role came at a price; Adamant ended up keeping the Lustrous at an emotion distance. With the exception of Antarctictite and eventually Phos and Euclase, Adamant closed himself off from forming true close relationships to the gems, for their sake and his, effectively creating a barrier between them. This barrier only became obsolete after Adamant finally relented and opened up to the Earth gems after Phos's first attack on them, and even if it were just for a short time, Adamant and the Lustrous interacted on a somewhat equal footing.
Now lets go back to how Phos initially interacted with the pebbles. Not long after Phos found the first pebble, they didn't interact like how Adamant used to with the Lustrous. The two talked freely and sang together without a care in the world. Though Phos and this pebble are vastly different in many ways, it was clear that Phos saw them as a friend. An equal. And Phos was happy.
But now look at how Phos interacts with the pebbles now. I don't see Phos's interaction with the first pebble or any of the pebbles the same way anymore. Yes, Phos encourages the pebbles to speak freely, but to me, it feels like the same can't be said about Phos now. Phos isn't speaking as freely as they did before. They are selective in how they address the pebbles, kind of like Adamant. Phos is acting more like their guardian rather than their friend... like Adamant used to. Phos is fully embodying Adamants old role now and it's a little sad the more I think about.
After being alone for so long in more ways than one, Phos had finally found beings who treated them like a real friend. But because something in them changed, Phos is now slowly but surely assuming their role as the pebbles guardian and in doing so, that friendship connection is being replaced by a similar barrier that Adamant once donned.
Like I said, I'm probably overthinking this and giving Haruko Ichikawa more credit than what's due, but I just can't help but think about the parallels here. What do you think?
Acceptance: The End is Near
The last thing I'll touch on are the last few pages because...wow.
If I remember correctly from posts made by some keen eyed fans, the story had been hinting that the main sun is about to die. And one of the final stages of a star's death is that it would expand into either a red giant or a red super-giant, which was being depicted in that last image.
And if I'm interpreting those last few pages correctly, it seems that both Phos and Eyeball are aware that the sun will eventually consume the Earth. It will take a couple more thousand of years, but as we've seen here and in the previous chapters, time doesn't matter. The real end of everything is coming and those two are accepting it.
Yup. It looks like we have true confirmation for how this saga is going to finally end. And just like those two, I'm ready for it. Not out hatred or anything truly negative towards this series... I just feel like I'm ready for that final curtain call for this unique, thought provoking, and strenuous story.
I just hope the end will be a worthy end.
WHEW. This post ended up being even longer than I originally intended! Sorry about that. Regardless, I hope you liked it. Please don't hesitate to share your thoughts, even if you don't agree with me!
Until next time!
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