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alice-angel12x · 1 year

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Death is always around the Corner

Vil + Death!Reader

Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil,Idia, Malleus

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Let's set the scene:

"Magic Mirror on the wall. Tell me, who is the fairest of them all," The Beautiful queen asked her magic mirror. " I see the figure of your fair stepdaughter. With her lips as red as a rose, hair as black as ebony, and skin as white as snow," The mirror said. " Snow White…!" The Queen scowled.

Death stood in the shadows as they watched the vain queen glare and curse the young princess.

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Reading Vil's book brought back memories of the terrible women. Y/n could only hope that history is not about to repeat itself, but they knew. Just by the patterns of what has been happening around this school, they knew that was most likely.

"Wha—?! Don’t just stop and stare, Yuu! I hit my nose on your leg, yanno?" Grim groaned.

"You’re staring intently at the Great Seven’s statue, Y/n. Something up?" Ace asked.

"It's... It's strange seeing all these people. Being looked up to and aspired as such," Y/n said simply.

"Why is that? Did you know them personally?" Deuce asked.

"Not personally, but I was there to witness their prime and watch their downfall," Y/n explained.

"Really?! So what was the Queen of Hearts like?" Ace asked."

"A hypocritical tyrant. She would enforce the rules on everyone, but herself. She would even make up laws on the fly just to have an excuse to behead people. 60% of the rules in Heartsybuyl were ''on the fly'' made ruled," Y/n explained.

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After that Ace and Deuce certainly had a new perspective of the queen of hearts. But school continued as normal, and Y/n could already feel the presence of a growing blot. It Has Begun.

Later that day an announcement was posted in the cafeteria. An audition for the Joint Cultural Festival’s Vocal & Dance Championship.

“Come and join us! Aspiring singers and dancers, this is your chance for stardom! You shall represent our glorious school! In the case that you are chosen to be part of the finalists. The prize money of 5 million Madol will be divided among the participating members."

This certainly caught the boy's attention. As the group walked through the courtyard expressing their excitement. They were interrupted by singing, a lovely voice too.

That voice belongs to none other than Epel Felmier. As those boys began talking, Epel noticed that Y/n seemed to be left out. Sadly before he could reach.

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"Goodness, Epel. Are you neglecting your lessons to talk to some pigeons?" asked a smug voice.

"Vil-san!" Epel gasped.

"Wha—?! Is he talking about us?" Grim asked nervesly.

"Who else is there? This is an important lesson for our Epel. There are less than two months before the VDC. He does not have the time to be fraternizing with lowlifes like you," Vil said with a prideful smirk. " Please do not bother him while he is doing his lessons."

"We weren’t bothering him at all—," "Vil-san, don’t shout at them! This’s—This is my fault—," Epel said, cutting Deuce off.

"Epel, how many times must I tell you to stop with that vulgar way of speaking? It is not befitting a person of your standard. Surely you do not want to be referred to as a “Poisonous Red Apple,” do you?" Vil continued.

"But I—I don’t really want to do this—!" Epel stuttered

"Have you forgotten your promise with me already? Come along now," Vil commanded.

"Hey, you. I don’t care whether you’re a Prefect or not, but you just look like you’re bullying him," Ace glared.

" H-hey, you two…! Didn’t the Headmaster tell you both not to pick fights anymore?!" Deuce said nervesly.

"Hmph, pretty bold of you nobodies to challenge me. This will be perfect exercise after a meal. Come now, I’ll turn you into mashed potatoes," Vil smirked.

Sadly Adeuce and Grim were not on the same level as Vil, so Y/n eventually decided to step in. Just as Vil was about to throw a blow at the First Years, Y/n effortlessly caught his fist.

"Abusing your authority as a Prefect is not a good look. I thought you were better than that, but I guess I was wrong," Y/n smirked as they tossed Vil into the air. Only to grab him by his collar and slam hard onto the stone below. Vil had the wind knocked out of him.

"I'd give you a... 5 points out of 100," Y/n smirked at Vil's gasping form.

"Instant kill!" Grim and Ace cheered.

"S-so cool," Epel awed quietly.

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After that one-sided fight, Epel asked Y/n if it would be possible to be as strong as them. They answered "That is for you to decide, but don't focus only on the strength. Or is trying to be a muscle head the only thing about you?"

With that Y/n and the Adeuce group left. After some days of dance training with Kalim and Jamil. The group had to sign up by talking to Rook. The school stalker, who was all to happy to lurt random info on the group. Though he didn't have much on Y/n

So Y/n returned in kind.

"Greetings Rook hunt from Class 3-A, seat number 10. Your height is 177cm, whose unique magic is "I see you," Y/n smirked as Rook froze. For the first time being on the receiving end of his action.

But Rook would smile it off and tells them to come to Pomfiore in three days' time. And thankfully Adeuce was accepted into the group. Along with Kalim and Jamil.

But unfortunately, Y/n and Grim were forced to house the new VDC group. for the next 2 months, and While Grim was easily won over with money and tuna. Y/n didn't want to share their temporary home.

So with much back and forth Crowley ignored Y/n and gave the boys the green light. So Y/n was not the happiest when they came. especially when Vil starts making demands and setting down his own rules. And order them around.

Sadly not only did Y/n have to house them, but also help assist them with their training.

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"Of course. Manager, please play the song for us," Vil said expectantly.

"Who?" Y/n asked as they leaned against the windowsill.

"Who else is there? Didn’t the Headmaster ask you to support us? If you want to get paid, then work yourself to the bone for us, too," Vil said.

"Well, I don't need your currency," Y/n answered simply.

"What?!" Grim Gasped. "B-But my Tuna!"

"Grim I cook fresh fish for you for Breakfast and Dinner. You have no reason to complain. I even get the certain types of fish you like," Y/n scolded.

But Grim wants that money so he did follow Vil's command. As the Video was about to play an Ad of Neige popped up. And As Y/n watched they could see Vil crumble inside.

"He is very Lovable," Y/n commented, throwing salt into the wound.

"Gentlemen, stop focusing on the wrong things and watch the dance video, for god’s sake! This time for sure… I promise that we will not lose," Vil promised.

"Good. Well, I wish you luck. Don't cause trouble Grim," Y/n said as they left the dance room.

"W-where are you going?" Vil asked, but was ignored.

Practice went well, all the way to sunset, But Vil began to rear his head. As his ugly tendency surfaced.

" I… I don’t want to do it…" Epel stuttered.

"Pardon? “Meandering and girly? Are you sleep-talking, my dear? Well, even then I still will not tolerate such brashness," Vil scoffed as he grabbed and yanked harshly on Epel's ear. "Let me explain. This “meandering” dance trains the inner muscles so that our movements look clean and beautiful. Clothes and dancing should not be categorized into “girly” or “manly.” You are absolutely being close-minded if you think you shouldn’t do “girly” dances just because you’re a boy."

Suddenly Vil yelped in pain as a strong pair of fingers grabbed his ear. He was pulled down to Y/n's level by his ear as Y/n began to talk directly into it.

"And You should know that Boy or Girl, you have no right to place your hands on another individual. Or have you thrown out common human decency?" Y/n asked. "Since we're on the trend of pointing out flaws, I have many of yours to point out."

"Like how you drag unwilling people into your goals. Aren't you ashamed of forcing your dreams onto Epel? What are you incapable of reaching your goals on your own, and need someone else to succeed for you?"

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Y/n called the first day of training to a close. Vil wasn't feeling too chatty after that earful with Y/n.

Y/n sensing that Vil had enough, they left the group alone Till everyone went to bed. Kalim was surprised to See y/n outside. They gave Kalim a small pep talk and sent him back to bed.

Since Y/n death Didn't need sleep, they continued to do work. Like Removing Vil's curse on the baked goods Trey made. Before anyone could get hurt, reaping unfortunate souls, and Catching fish for Grim to eat.

Vil was not happy when he caught Ace and Deuce eating sweets, but was infuriated to learn that Y/n removed his curse. And Y/n would continue to be a thorn in Vil's side.

But sadly Vil's tune didn't change over the few days. And Eventually, it Got to the group. Epel quits, Deuce with a massive loss of confidence, and Ace becomes more of a jerk.

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" Well only after a few days, you're out of a team. Seems like you are well on your way to losing after all," Y/n laughed.

"Those potatoes didn't have what it takes," Vil glared.

"Oh, just like you don't have what it takes to beat Neige?" Y/n asked with a knowing and cruel smile.

"Gaining what you want by means of pure effort is a thing of dreams," Vil muttered to himself. "And I do have what it takes, I will be the fairest of them all."

"Will you, or are just repeating words of people telling you are beautiful?" Y/n asked. " find something else to do with your time. Like becoming a better teacher or instructor."

"Do you just enjoy insulting me?" Vil glared.

"I just act how you act when you do when you are around people you think are beneath you. Time 5 of course,' Y/n said. " And yes, I do find it amusing how fail to be an influencer. Like how you fail to influence Epel into seeing the benefits of being pretty. You just Sqwaked and screeched at him the whole time."

"Then what would you do?" Vil scoffed, as he nervesly watched Y/n polish their blades.

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Y/n recommended trying to appeal to Epel, like helping his family with their business. This helped ease things over with Epel, and Vil was a bit nicer. And soon 2 months were a breeze.

Things were looking up for the group and Vil, spirits were high, and confidence was through the roof. Til Vil got cold feet after seeing Neige's performance. And the story of the evil queen replayed once again.

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"Where am I?" Vil wondered as walked in the darkness.

As he did he found a backstage vanity, the lights were bright and the station was pristine. There was a book on the table, it was about Him. He read through the script-like text, and memories began to surface. And it was strange seeing it from a new perspective.

"Ah, your here Mr.Vil. Are you ready for your makeup session?" Asked a voice.

Vil turned in his seat to see Y/n dressed like a makeup artist. The boy nodded slowly as Y/n began to recline his chair.

"So what do you think of the script. Do you like the Vil Shoenheit character?" Y/n asked as they began to soak Vil's hair with warm water.

"I just wanted to stand on the stage till the very end," Was all he could say.

"Everyone one does, and you just wanted more then what you got," Y/n agreed as they began to shampoo his hair. " You didn't want to be seen as the Villain any more."

"Exactly, but no matter how much I try and Improve... I don't want to be just that, that villain character. I'm sure the Queen of beauty would look upon me with disappointment," Vil sighed.

"The queen of beauty wouldn't give a flying feather about your struggles. If she were in your passion, she would have killed Neige back in high school. And eat his heart, thinking she would gain his beauty," Y/n said as they rinsed Vil's hair.

"Do not mock the Queen of beauty, and how could you possibly know who she was?" Vil spat as Y/n conditioned his hair.

"I know you very well, I wrote the script in your book," Y/n answered.

"Y-you did. How did you know such personal details about me? Who are you Y/n?" Vil asked slowly.

"I am always near, but never quite here, I am feared by most, yet always appear. I take life from the living, with one final breath. Who am I?" Y/n asked as they rinsed and dried his hair.

Vil looked back at the mirror, but instead of seeing a style artist. There stood a black-robed figure with two razor-sharp scythes.

"Y-your Death. So... You were there during The queens time?" Vil asked as Y/n brushed his hair.

Flashes of Y/n's memories of the Evil queen appeared in the vanity mirror. Showing the queen's true color. Vil slumped into his chair as his idol, everything he knew of her... Was a lie.

"If you were to ask me, you outshine the queen far more than snow white," Y/n said as he turned his chair to face them, applying the makeup. "The queen never cared about improving her own beauty. She simply would not allow more beautiful people to live. You on the other hand worked har to improve your beauty."

"You really mean that?" Vil asked as he looked back at his book, only to see a wanted poster on top of it.

"Yes, straight from death's lips. You are everything, you thought the queen embodied. Sadly you would have never known that, because you really on strangers to inform your worth. When only you can truly know what your value is," Y/n said as they finished their work and turned Vil around to face the Vanity.

"Vil? Who is the fairest of them all?" Death asked.

As he looked in the mirror, images of his life achievements flashed in the vanity. Vil smiled as turned to face Death.

"I am the fairest," Vil said.

"Are you sure?" Death asked as they bored into Vil's eyes.

Vil stood from his chair and stood face to face with Death. " Yes, I'm very certain."

"Good," Y/n smiled as they stepped aside. "Well, you better hurry. You're going Live in 30 seconds. Your public awaits."

Vil looked ahead to see the stage doors open, as a blinding light showed through. With confidence, he stepped back into the living.

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chimivx · 2 years

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that january morning. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 { couple from vegas, baby }

summary: This wasn't in the life plan. This wasn't anywhere near the life plan, but that night you got hooked, both of you, and stupidly have paid the price. Yoongi, still healing from his surgery, is about to make it his life's mission to get you through this.

words: 9k

warnings: THIS IS A MATURE FIC. 18+. SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW. theyre a little kinky. yanno, they make a baby. smut right under the cut. then after that it's just a little angst not really and straight love for one another.

a/n: HI! I have so many scribbles of this couple, I want to post them all, I'm obsessed with them. This thought came to me and I needed to write it, and I'm now deciding to post it because I've been sitting on it for too long. :)

{ read vegas, baby here to get to know this couple some more }

~ december 2020 ~

The beat from a song by a rapper Yoongi had just discovered was playing at a low volume, just high enough to be heard over the sound of both of your heavy breaths and soft sounds. He had been at his desk working, putting some things together for the future plans he had to help keep himself occupied. To say he was going stir crazy was an understatement. Yoongi had gone from living the most hectic life, to being told he couldn't do a thing. He was grateful for his procedure and the break, but he was addicted to his job and couldn’t ever find the willpower to stay still.

After eleven o’clock when he wasn’t in bed you wandered into his office and found him in the dark in front of his computer, eyes squinting at the bright screen illuminating his tired expression. On the desk beside his books sat his brace that he’d taken off, mentioning before how it was uncomfortable to have it on for too long. He was finally at the point where he was allowed to sleep without it.

Leaning against the doorframe you turned on the lights, but only a little bit. They had the ability to dim, and you didn’t want to startle him, so you opted for the gentle glow of the soft yellow light.

“You’ve been in here a long time,” You said as he looked up to you coming over to his side. Slipping a hand down the back of his black t-shirt you give him a gentle scratch and lean over to kiss his cheek. He closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips on his skin, sighing with comfort.

“I keep reviewing the same thing over and over,” He grumbles, “Butter concept’s done. There’s nothing left to do.” Rubbing your hand on his back carefully, you examine his screen of emails and tilt your head side to side.

“Hmmm,” You hummed, getting him to look up at you, “You could do me?” You whisper, turning your chin to meet his eyes that had gone from tired to full of life. A small smile was starting to grow on his lips, having you silently celebrating this victory because you finally got him.

The two of you have had sex three times since his surgery, which was impressive considering it’d only been about a month, but much like the change in Yoongi’s lifestyle, this was a huge change in your sex life. The three times in the month since his surgery was like a normal Saturday night in the past. The concern for your relationship didn’t bother either of you, you were practically married with how you lived your lives. You knew that a couple months of holding yourselves back from ripping open another couch cushion was not going to break your relationship.

Offering this to him now, knowing it was fully up to him, and seeing his eyes light up, you knew that was the green light. That’s how you ended up here in his lap, in his office, straddling his hips, riding him half naked where he sat in the large leather chair.

Holding onto the sides of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair occasionally, your parted lips met each time you bounced, keeping your pace slow, listening to him and how he responded. Both of your pants were on the floor, strewn somewhere when your lips were hot on each other. Neither of you needed much prep, that’s why you came looking for him in the first place, too horny laying in bed alone to think about anything else but his dick inside of you that you’ve been missing for a week.

“I’m not gonna last very long,” He whispers, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as he moans at the way you grind your hips in a circle against his. Chuckling under your breath, you dance your tongue between his lips and return the sound.

“Baby, I was halfway there when I walked in this door,” You raise an eyebrow and he laughs between breaths.

“Miss this,” He says, “Miss you…” Trailing off into a whisper, you pause for a moment to hold his cheeks to kiss him, for a long time.

“You don’t have to miss me,” You tell him, pressing your forehead to his, “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” Yoongi takes a deep breath, then catches your lips once again. He snakes his functioning arm around your waist, holding you tight, and lifts you as he stands up to your surprise. Doctors said no strenuous activity, and you were sure that sex was included, at least this kind was.

“Yoongi!” You giggle as he places you onto his desk, “You can’t do that.” You slide your hands around his waist, and up his shirt, dragging your nails gently down his skin, loving how it made his eyes flutter shut.

“I know, sorry, I just… Need to do this,” He holds you around your back as tight as he just was, and before you could question him you’re tossing your head back with a filthy moan as he starts to buck his hips into yours mercilessly. His body is flushed against you, his arm around your back keeping you in place while your fingers dig into his skin, clawing gently, but hard enough to leave scratches behind.

“Oh m’go…” You groan, unable to finish a word, “Yoon… Y…” He grins wickedly, watching you finally fall apart beneath him. Having you on top was godly, and he loved everything about it, but knowing that he was the one responsible for splitting you in two was his thing… this was what he preferred, and after you being on top the past three times, he was determined to make you cum this way instead. A reminder that he still had it.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” He praises, lips grazing your cheek, “So patient while I recover,” Lifting your head you look up at him with big, full eyes that drove him absolutely nuts. He was seconds away from bursting, but not before you.

“Miss the way I fucked you?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you. Somehow, his thrusts got faster. Yoongi lifts his knee to the desk to press your thighs open even farther, exposing you more to him, and with the new angle being able to thrust deeper within you if that was even possible.

“Yes,” You whine, “Fuck, yes, yes, yes…” You answer to the rhythm of his hips, your voice getting higher and louder, feeling the coil tighten and start to burn in your center.

“I love you so much,” He whispers, lips traveling to the valley of skin beneath your ear, sucking harshly before swirling his tongue over the mark he so proudly made.

“Fuck, I love you,” You say breathlessly, moaning aloud for him again, “Yoongi, I love you, so much.” His hips were pistoling into you relentlessly, the shrewd sound of your skin slapping now overpowering the music that had been playing. Each thrust was getting sloppier, his high catching up to him to his disappointment. For once he was comfortable having sex with you, and his body wanted it to end already.

“Y-your gon’ cum,” You whimper, eyes locked on his. He nods shamelessly making you smile.

“Where?” He asks fast, eyes going wide as you hook a leg around his waist and hold him tighter with your hands.

“Cum inside me,” You whisper, nipping his bottom lip, moaning as you kiss him. He could’ve fallen over if you weren’t holding him so tight, cumming inside you was rarely a request he received, and with the state he was in now it sent him straight over the edge. Hips pushing into yours with force, he toppled over you, hands catching himself on the desk behind your back as pleasure ripped through his entire being.

“Need you to cum,” His voice is raspy as he pulses tiny thrusts into you, sucking air in harshly through his teeth. Trembling beneath him, you were right there, admiring him as he lost himself.

“Please,” He pleads, bringing a hand between you to rub circles on your swollen clit, “Baby, cum.“ His fingers send you into a frenzy, clenching around his cock that had him sucking in another forceful breath.

“So… Close,” Your voice was barely audible, your lungs were taking in air and not letting any out, “Yoongi, fuck!”

“Need you to cum on my dick,” He says, his tone serious and deep, “Please,” Comes out of him as a plead again, borderline whining, “Baby, please,” Writing in euphoria, one last whinier plea snapped the coil, your head falling back as you finally exhaled, moaning louder than you had all night. Squeezing the life out of him, he winces, the overstimulation something he wasn’t used to anymore, and after riding your high with you he has to slip out.

Placing a hand to his cheek, breathing between your lips, you smile, exhausted. Yoongi smiles back, giving you a lazy kiss.

“Bed?” He asks quietly. Nodding, you rub your thumb on the apple of his cheek, and kiss him one more time.

“Shower first,” You answer, “Are you okay?” The hand on his cheek slid down to his neck, eyes following it, then to the top of his shoulder with the gentlest touch. Taking a slow, deep breath, he exhales and bobs his head.

“I’m fine,” He gives you a lopsided smile before glancing between you, “Are you okay? You never tell me to do that.” Heat rises to your cheeks, turning them pink, and you want to shy away from him. Nervously looking away, Yoongi places a finger beneath your chin to turn you to face him, kissing your cheek to comfort you.

“I like feeling close to you,” You whisper, and he listens intently, “We used to have each other all the time, whenever we wanted… I guess I just… miss that.” Yoongi’s eyes are narrow, watching you, concerned, but listening full heartedly.

“I’m sor-“

“Don’t apologize, D,” You laugh shaking your head, drawing light circles with the pads of your fingers over his shoulder, “It’s not your fault, you needed this, you know that,” He averts his eyes for a moment, continuing his head bob, “I do have to admit…” You regain his attention, “It’s kinda hot.” He furrows his brows, and pouts his lips, questioning you. Slipping your hands around his back where they had once been, you hold him tight and bring your lips to his ear.

“Sitting here in front of you, full of your cum,” Your tone made every muscle in his body tense, you could feel it, “You’re not fucking me but you’re still inside of me.”

“Fuck,” He mutters, lifting a hand to grip your arm as he shut his eyes.

“I know we never do it, but I really fucking love it,” You breath heavily against his neck, licking a stripe on his skin before yanking his shirt down to place open mouthed kisses down to his exposed collarbone, “Thinking about it gets me so wet, imagining you cumming inside of me everytime we fuck… Knowing you wouldn’t hesitate to fill me up if I asked you to…” Keeping your kisses going, Yoongi was hanging on by a thread. Eyes shut tight, breathing through pursed lips, eyebrows scrunched together- the man was gone.

“We can… we can talk about… this,” His voice was shaky, “I love it… too, fuck… but we should be careful ab-bout it…” Lifting your head to look up at him, you pouted your bottom lip and made sure he saw you. Meeting your eyes he cursed under his breath and bit down on his own lip. Sneaking a hand between your bodies, you wrapped your hand around his length that was eagerly throbbing, ready to go again just by your words and minor ministrations.

“Do it again?” You ask politely, “Please?” You could take him again. You could take him all the time. Breaking your role for a second, you reassure him of something knowing that you both felt the same way.

“I can get a pill tomorrow,” You say strictly, and his hesitance is no longer an issue. Yoongi pops you off of the desk and takes you by the wrist, nearly dragging you to your shared bedroom. A wicked smile grew on your face, content that you’ve gotten what you wanted, and also because you knew that he was into this way more than you ever would be.

“Where are you comfortable?” You ask him quickly, as he lets go of you and you stumble toward the bed.

“Lay down,” He demands, brushing away the subtle mention of his injury, and you follow through, crawling toward the headboard, ass on full display for your man who was right behind you. He slips off his shirt as he gets comfortable between your thighs that he noticed were starting to be covered in your shared arousals as you transitioned positions.

Using his hands he spread your knees apart, lifting them toward your chest, then he took a single finger and drug it slowly over your leaking center, gathering the mess he was responsible for. Moaning softly while he touched you, you try to grind your hips against his digits, seeking any kind of friction. His eyes flickered up to yours, the devil laced in his pupils making you moan again. You watched in awe as he lifted his finger to his lips, and placed it on his tongue, pulling it out from between his lips slowly.

“D,” You whine impatiently, wiggling your hips around against nothing.

“What? You want a taste?” He smirks, slipping that same finger inside of you, maneuvering it around in a circle before sliding it out covered in cum, his and hers. Leaning over top of you, he uses his other hand beneath your chin, holding your jaw. “Open,” He groans, and you think he’s going to give you the finger, but instead drops a thick wad of saliva from his lips, letting it fall onto your tongue you so willingly held out for him. A whine escaped from your throat that made him groan in return, prompting him to dip his finger between your teeth. “Suck,” He whispers, and you obey, hollowing out your cheeks, enjoying the mix of sweet and salty that danced on your tongue. Pulling his long, narrow finger out with a pop he wastes no time, pushing his cock into you without warning.

“Fuck!” You cry out, hands latching onto his bare back, for sure leaving behind scratches now.

“Goddamn,” Yoongi grunts, letting his head lull onto your chest, “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a slut for my cum.” His words have you clenching around him already, each thrust sending you further and further into nirvana.

“I am,” Your voice is wrecked, moaning between every word, “I’m.. a slut-ahh… for y-your cum.” Yoongi snickers and pounds into you even harder, his teeth biting at the skin on your neck spurring you on to be even louder for him.

“Gonna give it all to you, baby,” He says, “Gonna fill you up so good, cum inside you so hard you’ll be feeling me for days.” Your body trembled, shaking as your high built up incredibly fast. Yoongi felt this, bringing his agile fingers to your clit to get you there faster because there wasn’t any way he was making it through without it.

“Need you to cum like a good girl if you want it,” His tone teases you, “Only good girls get my cum inside of them.”

“Please,” You whisper, panting beneath him, moving your hips in time with his own, “Gonna cum… Need you in me… Fill me up…” As you babbled mindlessly, your orgasm ripped through your body, your hands gripping him tight as your back arched and your chest pressed against his.

“Fuck, yes,” He whispers, planting a kiss sloppily to your lips, “Good girl, you feel so good,” He pressed his forehead to yours, and thrust three more times before he was pushed over the edge, spurting his warm cum right into you.

Moaning happily, you smile, nibbling on your bottom lip, ecstasy lingering around the two of you. Your parted lips touched once, swirling your tongues dirtily before he pulled away and sighed.

“Don’t leave,” You whisper, and he half smiles.

“I love you, but I have to, or you’re going to be under me all night,” He jokes, but you know he’s right. Sitting himself up, he lays down beside you, reaching a hand over to tangle his fingers with yours. Turning your head to look at him, you found him already gazing your way, admiring you where you laid. You offer him a smile that he takes with joy.

“You’re feeling better,” You say quietly. He thinks to himself for a moment, smiling softly again.

“I think so,” He sighs.

And after hours of sleep, by morning, the precaution you both spoke of and said you’d take was long forgotten, and the new, exciting kink you refused to admit you both shared was established as a regular practice.

~ january 8th, 2021 ~

A long, whiney groan comes from beneath your bed covers- from you. You had been buried beneath them all weekend with Yoongi taking care of you as well as he could now that he was back to work full time. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress right now, half dressed, rubbing his hand over your back that was covered with the blankets.

“Baby,” You mumble into the pillows, “You shouldn’t be in here, I don’t wan’ get you sick before you have to go.” Yoongi chuckles, then sighs, stilling his hand.

“I’ve worked with worse things than a stomach bug,” He says, keeping his tone light.

“Is that what this is?” You ask, pulling the covers off of your face to try to peek at him. He angles his chin to see you eye to eye and he smiles gently.

“It’s not Covid,” He shakes his head once. Taking a deep breath that disrupts your stomach like they had been for the past few hours, you groan again and roll onto your back, placing your palms over your abdomen. Eyes squeezed shut, you start to hum through the pain, hoping it would subside soon. Yoongi watches with worry, afraid to touch you anywhere in case he disturbed you, or inflicted more discomfort.

“It’s like,” You start to speak slowly, “I need to get… sick… I feel it coming, but I don’t know… why it won’t just happen…” Opening your eyes, you reach a hand toward him and he takes it, holding onto it like you were breakable.

“Go get ready,” You say quietly to him, taking in his half naked appearance, him sitting beside you in dress pants and nothing else. He narrows his eyes, disappointed you’d even tell him to do that.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” He says.

“You are not missing this show, D,” You try to toughen up your tone as best as you could, “You are too excited for it, and so are the guys… Army misses you, baby, you need to go.” He drags his thumb over your palm, watching it for a second before looking back up.

“Not without you,” He whispers, “I need you. I need you to be there. I want you to be there, this is… this is everything,” You smile a bit as his face lit up as he spoke, “I need to share this with you, it’s too huge to not have you there with me, I love you too much to go without you.” Another rumble of your stomach wipes your smile away, making you sit up to lean forward on his arm. Yoongi sighs, placing a hand to your head, losing his fingers in your hair. He gives your scalp a light scratch and nods a couple of times, knowing you couldn’t see him.

“What did we eat?” He asks himself quietly, rewinding the past few days in his head.

“Fuck, don’t talk about eating,” You spat with a groan, feeling your insides flip at the thought of ingesting anything.

“Sorry,” Yoongi whispers. You felt bad, guilty almost. Tonight was going to be legendary, and you’d been looking forward to it since the day he was cleared and approved to go. There had been a video call meeting, something on Zoom or one of those networks, and all seven of the guys were there. The doctors who performed the surgery were there, and every person of importance from Hybe was there. Squeezing in the tiny frame on screen with him, sitting on his lap, you broke out into a cry as the guys broke out into cheers at the first hearing of the news.

Neither of you expected you’d be sick for the past couple of days, your brand new dress had been hanging in the doorway of your bathroom for over a week.

“Can I have my phone, please?” You ask politely, lifting your head, feeling cold and shaky. Yoongi leaps to his feet obeying his orders, grabbing your phone off the charger from the dresser across from your bed, and hurrying back to your side with persistence.

“Thank you,” You attempt to smile, taking it from his own shaking hands that you gave a weak squeeze to before swiping open to your home screen.

“What’re you doing?” Yoongi leans over your screen with you like a child, nosey per usual. Hesitating, you turn your chin and give him a smile that tells him to take two steps back- nicely.

“Would you just, please, go get dressed,” You say, pressing your lips together firmly. Yoongi looks from your eyes, to your phone, back to your eyes, then to your lips where he places the smallest, quickest kiss he can catch before he makes his exit into the bathroom. Part of you was praying to something, anything, that the thought bouncing around your mind for the last five hours while you laid in bed wasn’t true. Not now.

Tapping on your calendar, you scroll to today’s date and release a breath, screwing your eyes shut, tossing your phone to the carpeted floor with a loud thud, as if you mustered up all the energy you possibly could have in your current nutrition deficient state to try to rewind the weeks. Rewind the weeks to tell your past self to not be stupid, to think about what you were doing before you did, and to remind yourself to get to the store the following mornings- or to just not do it at all.

“Y’okay?” Yoongi speaks up, peeking out of the lit up bathroom now wearing the sweetest sweater. His eyebrows were nestled together in the center of his forehead above his worried eyes, watching as you rubbed your own, dragging your hands down your face and neck. He looked so adorable, the joy he’d been radiating for days but keeping on the low was seeping through his exterior, melting your heart while simultaneously stomping it into your gut with vigor.

“Yoongi,” You begin cautiously, making his face twist in confusion at the use of his full name.

“What’s wrong?” He steps into the bedroom suspiciously, each foot planting into the fuzzy carpet heavily.

“Do you think I’m pregnant?” You blurt out, unsure of how to start the following conversation, figuring bluntness was the way to go. Yoongi doesn’t move. The confused look is frozen on his face as he stares at you, speechless. There’s an actual minute of silence, neither of you stirring, just occupying space in the cozy room watching each other.

You imagined this scene to go one of two ways- either Yoongi panicking, and fleeing the premises, or you panicking, and digging the grave for your life… while also fleeing the premises. However, it was calm, and nothing like a dramatized soap opera. Were you nervous? Of course. Did the thought of having a baby terrify you? Absolutely, but those nightmares seemed to be chased away with how Yoongi’s face softened within these sixty seconds. There was no guttural gasp, or fainting, nor was there going to be an overactive argument where things got thrown and broken. He folded his hands together in front of him, and tilted his head a smidge.

“What if you are?” He asks quietly, observing you and your energy much like you were doing to him. You shrug your shoulders.

“What if I am?” You return the tone, eyes studying him for a quiver of unsanctified emotion. He takes two timid steps toward the bed before swallowing, hard, a quiver of… something. Tears began to well in your eyes, a sudden sharp shaky breath ripping through you sending Yoongi rushing to your side.

“Hey,” He whispers, pulling your body into his where he sat himself down beside you. Crawling into his lap, you snake your arms around his back and bury your face into his chest, letting the tears come out. His hands hold you close, slipping under your shirt to rub circles on your bare back to soothe you.

“It’s okay,” He mumbles, pressing a kiss into your bedhead, “We can check.” Sucking in another deep breath, you huff out a laugh.

“How, I don’t exactly buy fucking pregnancy tests when we grocery shop, D,” You say, just a tad harshly, “Fuck,” You mutter, “I’m sorry.” Yoongi simply smiles.

“S’okay,” He whispers. He knew.

“We’ve never really talked about what would happen if this ever… What do we do?” You opt for a nicer tone, turning to look up at Yoongi who gazed down at you.

“I mean… we’re not eighteen years old…” He pauses after a short laugh, choosing his following words carefully with the time-bomb that is you on his lap in front of him, “We’ve been in a, in my opinion, a very secure relationship for the last seven years… I always saw you having my babies one day.” You could’ve turned to putty in his arms right then and there. Pouting your bottom lip, he chuckles.

“You did?”

“I did, and I do,” He nods, “But that’s your choice, baby.” You both react subtly to the pet name that suddenly felt different.

“You’d do it right now?” You ask, and he nods, “In the middle of your career?” He nods again.

“What if it’s our only shot?” His voice is quiet, his words and persistence sending a chill down your spine. There is another minute of silence. Sixty seconds full of a trillion thoughts, but none that needed to be spoken. You could see right through one another.

Yoongi loosens his grip on you as you shift on his legs, sitting up to hook both arms around his neck before pressing a long, loving, overdue kiss to his lips. The hands that touched you gently on your back wanted so badly to pull you in, roll backward onto the sheets and just kiss you into oblivion, but you both had somewhere to be in about an hour.

“Let me make a call,” Yoongi says between shared air, “You’re coming with me tonight, I don’t care what you say. I’m not leaving you here, not now. Wasn’t even planning on it.”

“Yeah, you’re not good at planning things,” You find the heart to tease him, earning a small tickle to your side as he shifts you off of him, pressing a kiss to your forehead before padding away to collect his phone.

On the bathroom floor in front of the closed toilet sat Yoongi, while you stood in the mirror putting on your makeup, fighting how vaguely dizzy you were feeling. Every couple seconds, or every fifth flick of your brush, you were glancing over to him to watch him stare at the skinny plastic stick on the lid.

A member of his team who was always close by had run to get you guys three different kinds of tests, but you decided together to only take one now for peace of mind, then save the others in case anything were to happen again. The woman was sworn to secrecy, of course, half jokingly, but you didn’t need anyone else finding out that this was happening. Neither of you wanted the guys to find out, if it was negative and they knew you took one, they’d never let you or Yoongi live it down.

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi finally breaks the silence, gazing up at you and your undone hair, to which you frown.

“I don’t feel beautiful,” You mutter to your reflection, layering on some mascara. He shifts on the floor, then huffs a small laugh, turning toward you holding something in the air.

“You’re having my baby, I get to say you look beautiful,” He smiles. You drop your mascara in the sink, the brush getting globs of thick black product all over the ceramic. Looking down to him, he was holding the test out for you to take. Snatching it from him, you sigh as you take in the two, thick, dark lines that were showing in the little box. Clear as day.

“It’s not even… like... blurry? So… like… that has to mean… mean that…”

“You’re pregnant,” Yoongi says quietly, watching you in awe, this look much different than the one he was giving you five minutes ago as he held your hand while you did what you had to do to take the test. Dropping your hands to your side, your heart racing like crazy, you can’t help but smile.

“I’m pregnant,” You whisper, falling to your knees to catch him in a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to his neck. Yoongi takes a deep breath, nuzzling his cheek against yours before pulling away to touch your noses together. You admire his loving eyes that were very obviously concerned about you.

“What are you feeling?” He asks, swirling a hand on the small of your back. It was like he could feel your heart pumping away between your stagnant lungs.

“Nervous,” You barely speak, and he nods in tiny, beckoning you to keep talking to him, “Scared… a lot… We’d be raising a kid… In this insane life we live… You're an Idol for god's sake, D,” You both laugh, “But it's kind of amazing, and you’re making me feel less nervous about it… Please say something.”

“It’s amazing,” He agrees, kissing your cheek lightly, “It’s nothing like how a traditional life is supposed to go, or how we were expected to live our lives… but I can’t help but feel like this was supposed to happen.”

A future between the two of you was rarely discussed, but in the way that you both knew you were endgame, no matter what. There wasn’t any need to talk things through, be prepared, or stress about what the future could possibly hold. You had Yoongi, and he had you, that’s what was important. Throughout the seven years you’ve been together, you and Yoongi knew it was forever.

“Are we going to do this?” He looks hopeful, and you cannot help but feel completely enamored by him. Your hesitance makes his hope falter, but giving him a few quick nods you grin, pulling him into another hug where you sat on the floor. Letting out a sappy cry on his shoulder, he soothes you by running a hand over your hair.

“Gonna need all your help,” You whisper, “Can’t do it alone…”

“I know,” He sighs, “I’m here, I’ll be here. I will drag you everywhere with me if I have to, I don’t care what anyone says. I’ll shrink you down and keep you in my pocket… I can’t believe this is happening.” You laugh at his rant, pulling back to smile at him before sharing a long kiss.

“I love you,” You say, and he smiles back.

“I love you.”

Less than an hour later, dressed in your brand new get-up bought just for tonight, you and your boyfriend were whisked away to the 35th Golden Disk Awards where he’d be making his very own comeback to his own band. Yoongi had been away for a little over two months, so it was shaking him to his core that he was going to be able to join his brothers on the red carpet and in the performance, though it devastated him that he wasn’t allowed to partake in the choreography.

“You’ll be living up to that little lie you tell,” You had teased him while he gave you a rundown of how the show was going to go, “Suga doesn’t like to dance.” A laugh was shared, as well as a playful shove to your shoulder that turned into a little wrestling match, ending with you pinned underneath him smothered in his kisses- a week before today.

With how carefully Yoongi escorted you out of the house and into the car, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be wrestling with you if he knew what he knew now. Maybe it was his nerves from coming back… or it was his nerves from just learning that he was going to be a father a couple of hours before he had to perform in front of an audience with his best friends he wasn’t even sure he could tell this news to.

Every single tiny little thing would have him running to Jin, asking for his advice, or begging for his help, but now? How was he supposed to ask his brother what he would do if he were in his place? Yoongi meant every word he said, it came straight from his heart. What didn’t cross his mind was- anything. He needed words to come from his brain, not his heart. Logical thinking never happened in front of you, or whenever something involved you, it was always deliciously thick, sweet and sappy thoughts from his heart, his heart that was constantly saturated in you.

In the backseat of the car you sit in the center, laying your head on Yoongi’s shoulder to rest your eyes for the drive. You may be dressed to the nines, but how you felt inside didn’t quite equate. The headache you’ve had for days was drumming away, the aching shooting from in front of your eyes to the back of your head. With each bump the driver of the car hit, your stomach had a nauseating response, and of course mixed with a headache it made everything worse.

“Almost there,” Yoongi whispers with his arm around your body, “You can lay down when we get inside.” He presses a tender kiss to your head, looking down to you with his eyebrows knit.

When you didn’t feel good, Yoongi didn’t feel good. He always wished for the ability to take away your pain or sickness whenever something occurred, it broke his heart knowing you were suffering.

Though most moments like these you’d reassure him that you were fine, that you could handle this, that you and so many other people were warriors once or twice a month… You didn’t have a baby growing inside of you. Now he felt a responsibility, a need to take care of you because half of this was his fault.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs, standing with the guys in the hallway outside of the dressing room you were laying down in, “She’s not feeling too good.” Jimin picks his head up and looks amongst the group.

“Did she take a test?” He asks quietly, and Yoongi’s heart plummets to his knees. Hiding his shock, he clears his throat, shakes his head and narrows his eyes. Jin’s expression falters as he glances down at his shoes.

“A covid test?” Jimin restates his question.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers, taking a deep breath, “Yes, she did, it’s not covid.” Jin snakes a hand around Yoongi’s back, pulling him away from the guys, waving them away when they asked where they were heading.

Jin takes his brother down the hall and to a secluded spot where their conversation could stay discreet. He can tell something way bigger is eating away at Yoongi.

“What’s going on?” He asks him, planting a hand to his good shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes. Yoongi sucks in another breath, releasing it shakily. He glances anxiously down the hall, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“No one followed us,” Jin says softly, “Talk to-”

“She’s pregnant,” Yoongi says. Jin’s jaw is stuck open. Nodding his head within the silence, Yoongi chuckles.

“I know,” He acknowledges his brother's shock.

“Preg… Pregnant?” Jin speaks under his breath, taking a step toward Yoongi, closing the space between them.

“With a capital P,” Yoongi presses his lips together.

“Wha- When? What?” Jin sputters, not realizing how tight his hand was holding onto Yoongi’s shoulder now. It was like he was absorbing all of his anxiety and doubt, releasing him of it.

“We just…” Yoongi trails off, glancing down the hall again before sighing and turning back to Jin, “We’ve had a lot of down time recently.”

“My brother, you’re still in recovery,” Jin starts to laugh, gesturing toward the brace Yoongi was instructed to wear between appearances, “And trust me when I say we know having, or not having, ‘free-time’ was never an issue for either of you,” Yoongi smirks.

“Would love to know how it happened, though,” His eyes pointed down, and Jin shifted his position so he could fold his arms across his chest, curious. Glancing up to his concerned brows, Yoongi relieves him by telling him that this child was absolutely his. He hesitates for a moment wondering if he should spill the details of how he knows it happened, but then ponders if those details are entirely too personal. At the beginning of this relationship Yoongi needed all of Jin’s help, and no detail was ever TMI, however, with a guess of how this baby was made, there was a possibility of crossing a line.

“You’re babbling like an idiot, can you just say what you need to say?” Jin spoke with his hands then crossed them again, waiting for his brother to tell him what he wanted to hear.

“It’s too much,” Yoongi whispers, and Jin slaps his hands to his thighs with a quiet groan.

“I get it, she’s a good friend,” Jin nods, understanding why he was keeping quiet, “But you’re my friend first, my brother.”

“Fine,” Yoongi says, and Jin claps his hands together once with a smile, rubbing them together like he was about to get some delicious tea, and he was.

“You can be pretty kinky,” Yoongi begins quietly, Jin nodding without remorse to his statement, “But you’re like… passionately kinky.”

“I appreciate that,” Jin agrees, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Yoongi laughs at his serious tone, “When it comes to us, it’s, ugh…” His eyes start to deflect, “She’s unpredictable, I’m unpredictable, we’re both…”

“Impulsive?” Jin offers, making Yoongi nod.

“Yeah, impulsive,” He repeats, then sighs, “So it makes sense. She tells me at the absolute last second to cum inside of her as I’m about to pull out, and… that was it.”

“Daaamn, Yoongi,” Jin slowly rocks his head side to side, “I’ve never had a woman tell me to do that,” Yoongi pops his brows once, laughing again, “What are the chances that’d be it though, who would’ve thought that?”

“Oh,” Yoongi huffs, eyeing Jin carefully, “It wasn’t only one time.” Stepping back, eyes going wide, Jin cocks his chin.

“You made a baby voluntarily!” He shouts. It seemed almost accusational. Yoongi lunges forward to grab Jin by the chest and pull him back, speaking to him quietly nearly nose to nose.

“As much as I, think, I love this… This was not voluntary,” His tone is flat, “She’s obviously not ready to do this, and I hate that she’s going to feel obligated to carry this through.” Jin’s total shock had subsided, now all that was left was subtle worry for his friends.

“Why would she feel obligated? She knows she has a choice right?” Jin asks. Yoongi then goes on to tell him what he had said to you, how it could possibly be your only chance, which he only said out of his own anxiety for getting older. He’s known you were the one a long time ago, otherwise he never would’ve roped you into the rollercoaster that is his life.

He wanted to be married to you before this happened. He wanted to give you his last name before he gave you his children. Maybe what you said wasn’t too far off, he was bad at planning things. The marriage idea had been living in his mind since the start of this year, but the world had other plans that put him on hold. When things started to look up he thought he could try again, putting together something special for you with Jungkook in hopes that you’d say yes when he got down on one knee, but then he got news of his procedure.

Nothing would go to plan even if he tried his absolute hardest to have it go right, and though you were content right where you were in this relationship, Yoongi felt like he couldn’t grasp control. The only thing to reassure him, the only thing to remind him that he was nothing but incredible, was you. And here you are, mustering up courage to carry your shared DNA Yoongi wasn’t even positive you were ready to handle, just because he wanted it.

“Neither of you have… talked about it,” Jin narrows his eyes, “When did you find this out?”

“Probably two hours ago,” Yoongi bobs his head, then chuckles.

“Jesus,” Jin groans, rolling his head backward, “Yoongi, you both need to sit down and have a conversation about it. Voice all of your doubts, voice all of your opinions, and hear hers out,” He advises. Yoongi takes in his words with care, nodding quickly as Jin dished out the wisdom he desperately needed.

Back in dressing room six, you were curled up on the end of the comfiest couch you’ve ever laid on. Maybe it was because you weren’t feeling well, but the way the cushions were hugging you perfectly made you want to ask Yoongi if you could get this furniture for your living room. It was like resting on piles of cotton made from angel’s hair, or better yet, the curve that Jimin’s tiny frame had been blessed with on his backside.

A gentle knock at the door made you pop open your eyes. Yoongi shut the lights off before he kissed you on the cheek and left you in the position you were still in. You’d only been resting for what felt like five minutes, he had an entire red carpet to do, how was he allowed back in here already.

“Go, D, please,” You force a hefty tone in your voice, and the laugh that follows it was not Yoongi’s. The only light that came in was that of the hallway, and whoever entered the room was quick to shut it so as to not disturb you.

“Guess he didn’t want to come today?” It was Jungkook. Lifting your head off of the dark green pillow, he clicks his tongue and insists you lay back down as he sits beside you.

“It’s not that he didn’t want to be here,” You begin, following orders, letting your eyes close, “He won’t leave me alone.” Jungkook laughs, keeping himself at a tolerable volume for your sake.

“He seems worried about you,” The younger boy smiles at you even though you couldn’t see him, “Jin just pulled him away to calm him down, I think.”

“Good,” You sigh, “Take him away, I’m fine. He needs to be with you guys, that’s why he’s here.” Jungkook takes his bottom lip between his teeth and nods. All six of them were ecstatic when they found out that Yoongi would be here with them tonight. It’d been too long, and with the way life had been this entire year… they needed this moment.

“Why didn’t you stay home?” He asks tentatively.

“Don’t want me here, Kookie?” You tease, tapping him in the chest with your bare foot. The shoes had come off before you were even in this room. Jungkook grasps his heart and laughs with you, then quiets after you groan, proving his point.

“He wanted me here… If I didn’t come, he wasn’t going to come… And if I’m being totally honest, I feel way too scared to be sitting home alone right now,” Your voice fell to a whisper. Concerned, Jungkook shifts in his seat to face you completely.

“What’s happening at home?” He asks, instantly switching into defense mode like any of them did when you told them something was wrong.

Like Yoongi, you weren’t sure if you should be sharing this news with anyone yet, let alone tell the men who were performing in front of an audience in, like, an hour.

Typically you’d call Sunny. She would know what to do, or know what to say to get you through whatever you were feeling, but she’d been away for a couple months. At this point you couldn’t separate simple reality from the anxiety looming inside of you. It was obvious Yoongi wanted to have this baby, he didn’t show an ounce of regret back at home- although, he could be hiding it purposely, you didn’t share too much worry or deny wanting this, so what if he thinks you want this. You weren’t even totally sure, but a piece of you already felt attached. There was a little… something inside you that you made with the man you love entirely too much.

“I’m pregnant, Kook,” You whisper, gazing over at him now that your eyes have adjusted. Jungkooks went wide, but not with complete shock, they were almost bright. The corners of his lips prick up a bit, and comfort washes over you, warming your chilled skin. You were blushing.

“Holy shit?” He half questions, breaking into a full smile, “That’s why you don’t feel good, right?” You nod, “I’m sor- I don’t mean to smi- You’re sick, and I’m smiling, I don’t even know how you feel about this. I just- It’s kinda- You- Wow.” Your jaw had dropped amongst his stutters humorously, the two of you breaking out into laughter after he had finally stopped himself.

“Ahh, shit,” You groan, resting a hand on your clammy forehead to calm down. Jungkook places a hand on one of your ankles and gives it a little squeeze before leaving it. He was waiting for an answer to his comment, about how he doesn’t know how you feel about this. All emotion had been wiped from his babyface and starry eyes. Now he watched you with anticipation, eager to know more. The youngest had always been endearing, charming you was incredibly easy, always. Most days it wasn’t even his goal, it just happened.

“Kookie,” You were back at the whisper, and Jungkook’s posture adjusted, “Am I really gonna do this?” His eyes widened again, silently praying to himself that he didn’t need to give you an answer, and then you spoke again to his relief, “Have a baby? Raise a child when my life is, basically, on the road?” The blonde haired boy listens patiently, “Forget… the living on the road part, how am I, personally, supposed to have a child? I’d be an entire mother, responsible for another life. I can barely keep Yoongi on track, let alone myself, let alone a third life to worry about, and fuck, we know how my parents were growing up. I didn’t exactly have the best role models to look up to-”

“No,” Jungkook says, not letting you finish your breath before he decides to speak up, “I think you’re very, very wrong,” His brows were resting just above his eyes, nestled in with frustration, “First of all, screw your parents,” The one thing all of you could collectively agree on, you pointed a finger at him playfully, “Second of all… I’m not trying to talk you into it, but I think you’d be an amazing mother. I see you when we’re at these events, you’re just as observant as I am. You’re mindful, you’re respected and you’re respectful. That’s huge.”

Sighing, you try to smile, “Thanks, Kook.”

“I’m not done,” He deadpans, then smiles goofily, “The way you treat Yoongi, the way you love him, is something the rest of us dream about finding. You both have something so real, and so genuine. Even the way you look after us, the group. Some things you do we could never repay you for. So, what? Life can get crazy? You aren’t always on your game everyday? That’s everyone. I’ve known you for seven years, and for seven years you’ve been the most thoughtful, most selfless, most loyal person I’ve known in my entire life- and I’m friends with Jimin!” Giggling, you suck in a shaky breath, not realizing you had started to cry as he spoke this ocean of words to you.

“Screw your parents. Screw the world that will tell you that you can’t do it, and screw the anxiety you’re feeling,” Jungkook reaches over for one of your hands to hold, “You are a good person, and I know for damn sure, you’ll be a good fucking mother. If… you choose to be one.”

“Thank you,” Your voice cracks as you squeeze his fingers tight. Jungkook nods, smiling.

“Oh, and I know nothing,” He smizes, “Until you say something, both of you that is. I’m assuming this is still really fresh.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” You chuckle, wiping away your tears with the back of your free hand. Jungkook was about to say more, but the dressing room door creaking open slowly had shut him up.

“Hey,” Yoongi said softly, giving Jungkook a confused look after his eyes trailed from your hands to his face, “Just checking in, we’re heading out in five.” The youngest nodded, then said his goodbyes to you. As he stood up to leave, the way he looked at Yoongi had changed. His typically playful, mischievous eyes had been exchanged for something sweeter, more loving than anything else. Yoongi’s narrow, watching him with suspicion for a second.

“See you out there,” Jungkook whispers, then touches his brother's shoulder gently. You both watch him leave, then Yoongi sits down next to you, closer than Jungkook had been. Holding onto one of your hands, he brushes his thumb along the back, then you both speak at the same time.

“You told Jin?”

“You told him?”

And you both break out into laughter, Yoongi leaning over to fall onto your legs where you laid.

“Yeah,” You both say and laugh again.

“Oh god, D,” You take a deep breath, calming yourself down for the sake of your head. Sitting up, he reaches to your cheek and tucks your hair behind your ear for you.

“I know,” He whispers, lowering his eyebrows, “I know.” Looking over to him with wide eyes, the sight of him is comforting. The way he’s looking at you warms your heart.

“We have to talk about this,” You whisper. He hesitates for a moment, taking you in before he nods.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” He says with vigor, pushing away his own doubts, “We’ll talk, I promise, for as long as you need, baby.”

The dressing room door opens, Namjoon popping his head inside. Yoongi looks over to him and bobs his head, knowing he has to go do what he doesn’t want to right now. Right now he’d much rather stay on this couch with you.

“Go,” You say, smiling at him, “I’ll come watch the show, promise.” He smiles back at you, happy to see yours.

“I love you,” He whispers, kissing your hand three times before he leaves you in the peace and quiet of the dressing room. Shifting in your spot, you nestle back into the pillows and groan in satisfaction. If you were going to be like this for nine months, you wanted this damn couch.

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wrencatte · 10 months

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is it too much to ask for all of the wip game asks?

hello! No trouble at all <3 gonna have to put this under cut cos this got LONG

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

Oh gosh! I have so many!! Ummmm. Summary.....

Uh. The Outlaws (Jason, Artemis, and Bizarro) suddenly go dark and are missing for three months (length keeps shifting). They're found hooked up to an alternate reality system. It turns out, the aliens that captured them took the "Dark Trinity" moniker seriously, did some research, and decided they were strong enough and outcast enough to actually qualify. But the Outlaws were like...no? Why would be do that? So the aliens stuck them in an alternate reality in an attempt to gaslight/brainwash/manipulate them into turning against the Trinity "naturally." (

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

ooohhhhh. ummm

They’re not unfamiliar with sacrifice. It’s an occupational hazard. An inherent trait needed in order to do what they do – be it with the label hero or vigilante. So…Bruce knows what he has to do. He’s just – He’s never had such a large audience before. His family. His children. Unable to act or help or do anything. Trapped in cages of magic so powerful their technology doesn’t even come close.

He turns to them – can’t decide if he has the strength to look them in the eye. But he smiles for them. Something soft and proud and sad.

“I was so lucky to be your dad.”

Then he steps into the light.

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Magic cages. And Jason knows magic. He’s been trying to rip through them since they appeared, getting zapped for his efforts, bones buzzing and teeth aching. But he keeps trying and trying because he’s the only one who can. The only one with the magic and the training and it would be really nice if it fucking worked right now. Because Bruce –

Bruce with that damn smile and that damn sad expression has the audacity to say “I was so lucky to be your dad” without bothering to look them in the fucking eyes and he hears that, and his stomach falls out and his heart shatters and he tears through the magic, lunging for him, and – only manages to brush the edges of his cape with his fingertips before he disappears.

🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP.

>This is missing A LOT of in between narrative but! I like this bit

“It’s okay to be scared,” he tells her like he’s telling some big secret. “It’s pretty scary.”

“You’re not scared,” she says all wobbly-like. “You’re a superhero. They don’t get scared.”

“It’s because I’m Robin,” he says – and this time he really is telling her a secret. “And being Robin gives me magic. Can’t be scared when I’m magic, right?”

“See, and now you’re Robin.” He smiles brightly and she gives him a tentative one in return. “And now you’re magic. Can’t be scared when you’re magic.”

“Can’t be scared when I’m magic,” she echoes, reaching up to touch the domino like she’s worried it’s going to disappear if she moves too fast.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

-gestures to my entire portfolio- lol. I don't know how to choose....

“I killed him, yanno,” a voice whispers, dark and gravelly like it’d been screaming. He closes his eyes briefly, opens them as he turns and Jason – that Jason, with the too young face and the too old eyes and, really, who is he kidding, that’s always been Jason. There’s blood on his cheek and a sharpness to this smile that’s not just because of his teeth. He leans in real close. So close Bruce should feel the heat of his body, but there’s nothing but cold. Bruce raises his hand and passes right through. Jason laughs, cackling and shivery in the way ghosts are. “I killed him, Boss man. What do ya say to that?”

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

Turtle doesn’t hop up on his shoulders like she usually does when he’s in the kitchen. She’s on the island counter instead, sitting prim and proper, tail curled around her paws, the tip twitching as she stares at him. He gives her a weak smile and doesn’t say anything.

He’d gotten into the habit of speaking out loud in his apartment, mostly because Turtle always meows back. It was funny the first couple times and then it became routine – and Jason wonders, not for the first time, if he’s lonelier than he thinks.

Mango. Banana. Spinach. Strawberries. Milk. He dumps everything in the blender – moves the mango skins out of range of Turtle’s curious nibbles and holds up a leftover strawberry for her to sniff. She wrinkles her nose, ears going back as she hops away backwards, nearly falling off the counter and barely catching herself in time. She disappears onto the barstool, only the tips of her ears visible, and peeks up over the edge as if she’s checking to see if the strawberry followed her.

Jason laughs quietly then winces when it makes his jaw flare up. He sighs and puts the strawberry away to then turn on the blender. Claws drag down his hoodie as Turtle finally jumps from the counter to his back, situating herself neatly across his shoulders, purrs pressed against the back of his neck.

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

Dick peers out the window in time to catch a flash of lightning. Tim is puttering around behind him, fiddling with this and that, ignoring the way Dick flinches at the boom-crash of thunder.

Well, not ignoring. Just not fully acknowledging. He sees it. He worries and wonders, then finally comes over, shoving a chipped mug into Dick’s hands. Spiced hot chocolate with little mini marshmallows. The mug says World’s Best Dad and Dick had wondered where that went – Bruce has been stuck with a mug that says World’s Okayest Father that Damian got him during one of those downswings of ‘attempting to be a communicative family.’

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

“Jason.”

He holds up a finger – one second – and peers through the scope. With a quiet, steady exhale, he pulls the trigger and – pop! smack! Vicious swearing drifts up towards his perch and he smirks triumphantly. Deeming it safe, he slides the safety on and flops over to give his brother a winning smile.

“Dickiebird, how lovely it is to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Dick raises an unamused eyebrow. “Did you just shoot Tim?”

“You have no proof.” Branches cracking in the distance has him rolling his eyes. “You know, for little birdies, y’all suck at rural everything.”

He finally gets a huff of amusement, Dick’s lips quirking into a half smile. “That’s why we’re out here, Jay.”

“Yeah, well, no amount of capture the flag is gonna save your sorry asses when push comes to shove,” Jason retorts.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

actually! i'd thought of an idea earlier today. Basically, it would be a fic about the evolving use of a bat symbol on Jason's chest if UtRH!Jason had one as a taunt, ditched it when he went with the Outlaws, then put on back on when he became closer to his family only for RHatO 25 to happen >.>

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

hurt/comfort, hurt!Jason, brainwashing, worried batfam, jason todd has ptsd, mind control (and this isn't for the Outlaws Dark Trinity fic)

#asked and answered #long post

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justfor2am · 1 year

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hi my interview has been rescheduled once again because of course it is ^_^ nothing wants me to be interviewed ig ^_^ anyways 🥺😈🛒🎢✨💋🎶⛔🍦🌞💖💌❌🧐🦅👀🤗💞🧠🤩🤯💔🤭 for the fanfic writer asks or wtevr they're called??? didn't realize until just now u even rbed an ask game so apologies 🫡 side note the 💥 emoji is so fun . its just like 💥💥💥💥💥 yk??? also feel free to skip any of those i just threw down the ones i think would be most interesting but as usual there r many

i am manifesting an interview AND a job for u, get that bag king!!!

also waough ty for giving me an excuse to talk abt my blorbos 🥺🥺🥺

and ya 💥 feels like ur comboing someone really well in a fighting game, like 💥💥💥 K.O. yanno?

this is def gonna be a long one tho soooo the rest underneath the cut this goes lmao

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Anything having to do with touch. I'm a sucker for physical gestures, so anything that involves details like brushing someone's hair out of their eyes, hooking a tentative pinky around someone else's hand, it doesn't need to be overt to get me in my feels every single time.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Yes! I threatened a major character death in [though I've closed my eyes, I know who you pretend I am] late in the final (12th) chapter lmao

I knew that being that late into the fic most people would've forgotten what the specific tags were and even less would be willing to scrolling all the way back up to check lol

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Like I said in the first Q, touch is a big thing for me. Eyes and anything having to do with vision also tends to be a big one, if you read a fic with both of those elements there's a decent chance I wrote it.

As far as overarching things, I prefer to write scenery over dialogue, and put a heavy emphasis on describing what the characters are feeling/thinking over having them verbally express it.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

I wanna say my [detroit become human au] has shit hit the fan pretty quickly. The fic opens with the conflict and it takes a few chapters for the reader to get any context, but once you've got it, going back to the start just makes your heart break.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

booo hiss grrr

no but actually uhhhhhh... I will say that when I've got a good idea rattling around in my head, I can churn out a fic for that premise very quickly. to the point that i accidentally wrote three chapters for one of my fics all within a day, because I'm unhinged like that

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

LOVE but only if they're done right. I appreciate first kiss fics that aren't perfect or a little clumsy, but also i'm a sucker for those picture perfect moments too

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

YA i do my best writing with some music on. I've been listening to a mix of things lately (Love from the Other Side by FOB, that new Shakira collab, and Flowers by Miley Cyrus) but i've also been looping my 14+ hour long exo playlist

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I had a sculk!Grian fic from like, I wanna say October last year that I was 1k words into that just. Disappeared. No clue where it went or how I lost but, but in hindsight, it wasn't my best work.

I'm still a bit sad to have lost it, but considerably more proud of the things I've written since.

🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

I have come to the realization that I am horrible at writing fluff without some level of conflict within the fic. Whoops! Closest I've got is a [scarian sick fic] that I wrote recently lmao

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Either while I'm at work when it's dead during the day time, or frantically at like, 11 o'clock p.m., there is no in between.

💖 What made you start writing?

Wayyyyy back when I was 12/13 I used to be big into rp, and I came into the realization that the rps I was doing could just as easily be formatting into fics.

None of those fics were ever published, but getting to learn how to edit and rewrite scenes that had been planned out with another person made me want to start creating stories of my own.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

Love love LOVE comments and feedback. Literally getting a comment is like a serotonin boost directly into my veins to write more, esp comments that'll point out specific scenes or moments/lines they liked.

someone pointed out that they liked the way I described fresh hickeys like blooming violets and I haven't been able to stop thinking about that comment ever since.

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

That's a good question.... I'm trying to think of one that isn't like, a blatantly obvious icky trope.

I'm not sure if it counts as a trope, but Y/N fics. Not only are their primary function to act as fan service, they end up coming off very RPF to me which I'm not a fan of.

Oh, also RPF. Any fic i write has to do 100% with the characters those people portray, not the real person.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Depends on the fic! For my [actor au] I've just been kinda flying by the seat of my pants, doing the occasional googling but not much. The opposite of this would be my [detroit become human au] where I literally rewatched jacksepticeye's d:bh playthrough and scoured wikis to make sure i'm describing androids correctly.

tl;dr: generally no, only as needed unless I get fixated on it.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Fly by the seat of my pants, but i'm trying to change this! For my multi-chaptered fics I've started actually planning out future events, and even for this one big one shot im working on, i've got an outline in the works.

...though generally, i don't plan. it's a bad habit.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

GLADLY so speaking of that big one shot, it's going to be a boatem superhero au, i've started outlining it and getting my concepts together, i'm very excited for it!

here's a snippet:

It was fairly obvious that the Mayor had pulled some strings to get Scar to this stage; once a nobody vigilante who seemed more preoccupied with dazzling the camera over saving lives, Scar's public image had taken a hard left turn during the past few campaigning months.

The situation was more of an open secret— it was all too convenient for Scar, who practically lived in the Mayor's pocket, to be joining the city's most elite crime-fighting team.

it's VERY early in development so don't expect this one for a while tho

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

I'd say figure out your character's voice is a big one. It's easy to fall into fanon tropes and while they're fun, they can cause lots of warping in the way you write your own fics, which might make them sound off.

So look out for fanon tropes! Personally I've run into people who make Scar very sweet and innocent, to the point of dusting his hands clean of blame. It's an easy hole to fall into, and no one should fault a writer for falling into tropes.

There's a line to walk, and I find that watching content relating to that character really helps shaping that "inner voice".

Also, get someone to proof read your work who is willing to point out your mistakes. Editing/betaing is never meant to be a personal attack, but rather to make sure that the fic you present to the rest of the world is cohesive and clear.

💞 Who’s your comfort character?

Scar! He just gets me fr. He's one of my favorite guys to write because of how versatile and how much variety he has. He could be a silly salesman one minute, and a quietly scary assassin the next. Whatever the bit or joke is, he fully commits to it, often to the detriment of himself, but god does it make for good content.

Also he has a really good narration voice ok

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

(ty for the speedy discord reply lol)

Grian! my darling baby boy who has every mental illness ever

no but actually, i'd say my favorite grian head canon is anything having to do with him being an alchemist. i want that man brewing potions, getting blown up, and curing all his friends ailments with the most illegal looking brew you've ever seen in your life.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Grian, mostly because he comes easiest to me! There's such a sense of endless potential when I get ready to write him, and like, idk what it is, but longing too?

We've been getting it pretty heavy w/ his whole "I Miss Mumbo" campaign but like, grian to me feels like someone who's always thinking about reaching a hand out, and pulls it back at the last second. It's very relatable.

🤯 What’s a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Weirdly enough, it's fluff. I always feel compelled to write stories with some level of conflict or it's not "satisfying" to me. I love reading the genre, but for whatever reason when I write it, I get in my head about if it's "good enough" or not without conflict. I'm working on that lol

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

EDIT: so i misread this, you get fic recs as a bonus. my proper answer is: [my bad ending fae two shot], it will shatter you as it did me </3

i'm going to give two because i do what i want. the first being [It's Only Logical by TSTrashCaptain] which is a sanders sides fic that to this day, i can only dream of writing something so good. tw for themes of abuse and nsfw at times, but god. just reading the title again puts a knot in my heart in the best way possible.

now, this fic. [your heart rots in my hands by thepigeoncat]. this fic slaughtered me the first time i read it. i left a long ass comment on it. tw for major character death, but this is the perfect last life scarian fic.

it's beautiful, and tragic, and it makes me feel as though the world has truly ended /pos. please go read it.

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

my favorite tag for when i post unbetaed work is "no beta we die like scar to the boatem hole"

as far as a REAL tag, hurt/comfort >:))

and my favorite one off funny tag is "i cannot emphasis to you enough how much blood is in this fic"

[fanfic writer emoji asks!]

#justfor2am #justfor2talks #long post

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[Yvonne @ Raph and Donnie]

"So, because Leo's really annoying, I think we should start a KickStarter to have him put down," Yvonne casually suggests, unprompted, from her perch on Raph's shoulder, "The benefits of this is he would annoy us way way less."

She looks between them, soon humming,

"Big Red, I have the feeling you're not on board with this?"

She gives a laugh, carefully moving to fold a set over arms on top of his head, before resting her chin on top,

"Fiiine, we won't have him put down, but I do suggest we annoy the Hell out of him instead, yanno, considering he does it to us?"

| Muse interaction

"So, because Leo's really annoying, I think we should start a KickStarter to have him put down,"

Yvonne was the one to break the silence between the three of them as she had been busy sitting on Raph's shoulder at the moment. The moment her voice rang out the snapper was quick to shift his attention over to her looking away from the Jupiter Jim movie they were in the middle of watching. She had Donnie's attention as well but he was keeping his focus on the screen instead. The very second the words. Leo. Annoying. And the phase put down came out of her mouth. Didn't even matter if they weren't said together it was all Donnie needed to hear himself.

"The benefits of this is he would annoy us way way less."

There was a faint tug at the corner of Don's mouth as a smile showed over his own beak. Arm lifted up suddenly as he began to tap away at his wrist. Meanwhile, Raph was fixing Yvonne with a look

Not that the eldest didn't disagree that Leo was in fact annoying. Everyone in the family would agree that yes Leo was annoying if anything Raph, Don and even Mikey would argue over who got to say it first. That didn't mean he was all in favor of Yvonnes comment, he would say joke but part of him didn't know how much of that was a joke.

"Big Red, I have the feeling you're not on board with this?"

"You're feeling is right on the mark Yvoone, I know he's annoying and there's time I wanna shove his head in a trash can but come on he is the new leader of the Mad Dogs...oh and ya know our brother as well.. And he's not..all that bad at most times. Mostly when he isn't opening his mouth." Raph said trying to defend his younger brother right now.

"Fiiine, we won't have him put down, but I do suggest we annoy the Hell out of him instead, yanno, considering he does it to us?"

Raph just rolled his eyes at least she dropped it from getting Leo killed off. "You should know how to handle brothers just ignore them when they act up and they shut up eventually. Leo just likes the attetion so if you don't give it to him he stops and everything's fine again or he leaves to try and getting attetion somewhere else...which can be a bigger issue?" He quirks his beak a little "don't matter he's harmless promise."

Donnie slightly clicked his tounge at thar as he paused what he was doing fixing Raph with a look that of you didn't know better lool lole his usual expression. To Raph though it was saying 'who are you trying to fool here?'

"SCOFF," he starts with dragging it out dramtics on display now "Oh please Raph don't act like you didn't tear up the lair not long ago because of Leo? Or near punched him into next week before." Donnie was more than happy to point out to his eldest brother. Expanding the screen from his worst and he scoots over a bit to share it with Raph and Yvonne eagerly smiling over what he just did. Raph didn't seem to apperaicte it tho so he soft shell rolled his eyes. Moving to stand up on the couch a bit leaning against Raphs other side so he coild.instead show it to Yvonne who clearly would appeeaicte his work effort now.

"Luckily Bootyyyshaker9000, that's me by the way, has a decent following across my many media accounts so I've already got a few hits to the kickstarter. I could outright say put down. Some dumb conditions on the platform on what is allowed." He shrugs his shoulders as he gose back to showing her. "And look we already have donations! Oh that already plenty of copper coins to at least ship Leo in a box all the way out to the worst place ever. I mean somewhere so awful Leo will hate it. His blood woth boil, he'll wanna rip out his eyes!" Getting a bit excited as he spoke "that's right. Jersey!."

No ture New Yorker would dear step foot there after all.

"Well take his Ōdahci's and trick him into thinking it's for some race you know how that idiot just lives for competition. Then we'll blond fold him that way he doswnt know the way back he'll have to figure it out. If we egg him on enough about not being able to do it blindfolded he'll have to just prove us wrong." This might not be as on the spot as it sounds right now.

"You want us to dump Leo in the middle of Jersey? With no way back and no way of knowing how he got there? Donnie are you-" Raph started trying to be the voice of reasons here only for Donatello ro reach a metal arm down to clamp on the Raphs beak to keep it shut.

"Nit now dear older brother Yvonne and I are talking shop here don't be rude."

#muse| rapheal #[ ones trash is anothers treasure aflockoffeathers]#[ just a bitch session - aflockoffeathers]#muse interacction #stayed qeued #((raph just great now I gotta watch both them meanwhile Donnies got like six in the works XD))#((donnie just imagie him lil bro enjoy to yvonne holding up his kickstarter page to her like are you proud of me ;3;))#muse| hamato donatello

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The Sunbearer Trials

Aiden Thomas

Publisher: Feiwel & Friends, Macmillan Genre: young adult, fantasy Year: 2022

Me, every time I read a YA book:

I don’t know why I keep convincing myself to give them a try when I have clearly outgrown the genre. It’s probably the pretty covers and interesting blurbs, but yanno. I apparently can't trust myself. I'm an untrustworthy bitch.

Now, being the extremely gay fantasy-lover I am, when I saw the premise of the book I was immediately like yes. This is exactly what I want from a fantasy, a nonwhite setting with fantastical mythology and everybody's just so gay. But it just... disappointed me on all aspects.

I didn't used to be a prose snob, but now apparently I guess I am. I have just read some works that are so well-written that the more juvenile style of YA becomes grating. There were so many "he explained" and "she retorted"s. In my humble opinion, dialogue tags should only be used when there needs to be clarity over who is speaking. Also, what's wrong with plain ol' "said?" IDK it just takes me out of the story. Instead of focusing on what the characters are saying, I am so focused on these weird descriptors that are all over the place.

There are so many expressions that just come from an undeveloped writing style. "Terror gripped his spine" and "The curve of his muscles" were two phrases that I caught multiple times each, and they were so weird. There is an absurd amount of detail paid to clothes and appearance. It very much gives "secret-novel-I-wrote-in-high-school-that-was-lowkey-anime-fanfic."

First is the introduction to Teo. He is described as a troublemaker, but he rarely causes mischief and when he does, it's caricaturistic. His first introduction, he plays a "prank" on the described "bully." But because we don't get to see Ocelo actually be a bully, Teo becomes the bully in my eyes, humiliating them in front of a room full of gods. But literally as soon as anybody says anything to Teo, he gets so offended and cries. Characters constantly feel like caricatures: Niya is the literal stereotypical Nickelodeon Best Friend, like I'm pretty sure her character is just Sam Puckett. Loud, stupid, strong, and loves food. Aurelio, the strong and stoic type. His sister, the stereotypical high school bully, who is even described with a high pony tail!

There's also this weird hierarchy between types of gods. There are Gold gods and Jade gods. Gold gods are supposed to be "superior." But literally the only person who ever talks about this is Teo himself. It gets to the point where we as the audience start to wonder if it's all in Teo's head. Like yeah, Jades have never been in the Trials before, which means he's never had to worry about joining a life-or-death competition. And then Teo complains about not being allowed to go to the "Academy" (cue eye-roll), which is described as a place of abuse, anyway. Nobody literally says anything about Jades being less than Golds except Teo.

The comparison to Percy Jackson and The Hunger Games is so laughable. Both of those series have a main theme of systems of power being corrupt and harmful to society. But in The Sunbearer Trials the system itself is part of a religious order that is deeply rooted in latine cultures. I mean personally, any religion that requires child sacrifice isn't one worth following, but hey that's just me. But this culture isn't acknowledged as bad or flawed, even by the main character, the so called trouble-maker, the one who can see the flaws in the world, doesn't even have a doubt about the way this world is. It's like if Katniss was from the Capitol or Percy if he was more like Luke.

Just the idea of the entire world relying on teenagers à la Hunger Games but not for entertainment or a grotesque commentary on society but to literally keep the apocalypse from happening is probably the stupidest system for keeping the world from ending ever thought of.

There's just so much to say about this, because I wanted to like it. But the clumsy attempts at prose end up seeming like more of a rough draft for a novel than a complete novel in and of itself. I think I would consider reading another Aiden Thomas novel if it wasn't YA, and had gone through the higher publishing standards of the fantasy genre.

storygraph | bookshop.org | local houston

★★½ great idea but terrible execution stars

#book review #ya books #young adult #books and libraries #the sunbearer trials #aiden thomas #meh #disappointing #iffy writing #fantasy #queer #author of color #author latine #featured #2022 #macmillan #fiewel and friends #two stars #two and a half stars

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SPN S1E7 liveblog for Some Goddamn Reason

this one is called "hook man" so it's clearly about Megan Whalen Turner's hit fantasy series "The Queen's Thief"

if this hook man was only killmurdering shitty guys who don't listen when you say "no" I would say he's the hero of the episode. however I suspect this girl is also doomed. oh wait shit no she survived! okay hook man did nothing wrong actually <3

okay... besties. my silly little boys. why are your cover stories SO bad. med students? what if they had asked you ONE (1) medical question. and now fraternity brothers? do you know ANYTHING about this frat???

I love the moment where you can SO visibly see Sam thinking about dumping a bucket of purple paint over Dean's head. I feel like Jared was a little wooden in the first few eps but his emoting is already reading a lot better to me

yanno, Supernatural looks really... pretty? if that's the right word? in these eps? I believe I read that the first few seasons were filmed on actual film and I wonder if that's why

never mind, we don't stan hook man anymore, he is a misogynist who killmurders sex workers

so true bestie we stan a king who recognizes that intelligence comes in many forms and does not require approval/recognition from an institution that is rooted in just about every kind of bigotry <3 I've seen some GREAT meta on how Dean is also very smart

BUSTED! acab but it cracks me up whenever they get caught by the authorities--at least now, when I know the stakes are a bit lower. also the PERFECT whiny brother tone of Dean complaining that Sam was the one with the gun lmaooo

yeah I was kinda expecting the roommate (a Black woman who is presented as a "party girl" to contrast with the good and modest white woman--basically the EPITOME of Someone Who Will Die On Supernatural) would die. augh. I really don't remember if they get better about this (racism + misogyny manifesting especially in who the writers kill/treat badly) or not, but I remember it being BAD in earlier seasons.

one thing that's annoying me a little--and this is broader, I see it in a lot of fiction--is that Dean is being presented as A Pretty Good Liar. in this ep he manages to talk the two of them out of trouble REALLY gracefully. but so far when we've seen him lying on screen it's looked incredibly, well, bad. it looks like he's lying. and I know they're kinda doing that to telegraph to viewers that he's lying, but also we generally... know the truth? he could be lying much more fluently and it would still work. and this isn't just spn! a LOT of fiction that I see does this and it's so annoying. just SHOW them being good at lying!

...I was expecting that I would have basically NOTHING to say about this episode And Yet

lmao Dean turns and sees Sam climbing a building and doesn't even look surprised, just instantly gives him a boost. peak Winchester behavior <3

was ozone for spirits always a thing and I just forgot/missed it or are they suddenly introducing it to us and pretending we always knew?

SO STRONGLY relating to Sam in this moment. this (partying) was also not my college experience. pretty sure I've said this in the EXACT same tone with the EXACT same awkward facial expression.

the reveal that the hook man is, like, doing what Lori unconsciously wants him to do makes the Roommate Murder even WORSE with the racist/sexist implications imo

ALSO feeling weird about the implications of the guy's like. actual prosthetic. being his murder weapon/the focus of his evil-ness etc. btw according to a quick google search, that fire probably shouldn't be able to melt the silver.

#life #supernatural #unfortunately: supernatural liveblog

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pestriddencarnivore · 2 years

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Yanno, I intended on releasing this beast yesterday but it just kept growing longer and longer as I edited it… truly sorry. This is part two to this post. They can be read independently as I only reference the other one like once but it does add up with what I write here. Again I’ll almost only be talking about the Overhaul arc in this, will mention a little of post-Tartarus breakout moments though.

Part 2: All BNHA villains had shitty childhoods, including Overhaul

It is not surprising. Hori is driving home this point a lot lately. But even without purely relying on this logic it is easily visible that whatever happened to Kai before the Yakuza boss picked him up, it wasn't pretty. This can be seen with Kai not only as a child but also with how he acts as an adult.

First of all let's address the elephant in the room. From canon we know that Kai was picked up by the boss from the streets as a child. ( I am guessing around 10 years or younger, but it's difficult to tell. ) It is stated that he had nowhere to go, or in other words; either he was entirely abandoned by whoever used to be his guardian(s) or he fled from them.

In the first panel of the scene, we see the boss depicted. He hardly appears friendly, considering his face is entirely covered in shadow and the way he is drawn looking down upon the viewer. It shows how from Kai’s point of view the man is entirely unknown and perhaps even scary, but in spite of how uninviting he seems Kai goes with him. He has no other choice.

Adding onto this is the fact that even about two decades later Chisaki still feels in debt to the boss for showing the basic empathy of not letting a child die on the streets. He expresses a need to pay him back, and apparently has frequently done so before as the boss is aware of it.

You’d think that after such a long time Chisaki would have let it go but apparently in spite of everything that he did for the Hassaikai so far he feels like it is not enough yet. It leaves the impression that whoever his guardians were previous to him being found, they must have made him believe him that he wasn't worth being taken care of, or at the very least that he had to put himself to work to be worth it. While the reason for him being abandoned is entirely unclear, it probably further drove home that message of “ You didn’t work hard enough to be worthy of being taken care of. “.

" Hardworking " is a notable characteristic of Chisaki. As explicitly described by Chrono and shown throughout the Overhaul arc, Chisaki goes through great lengths to strengthen and rebuild the Shie Hassaikai.

However, his relationship with the organisation is overall very strange when looked upon more closely.

As made clear in the arguments he has with the boss, Chisaki cares little for the values and traditions of the Yakuza. He acts violent, disobeys the man's wishes and repeatedly gets in arguments with him due to his tendency to go too far and stray from the Yakuza way. It escalates to the point that the boss tells Chisaki he needs to leave the organisation. Then, by the time he has forcefully taken control of the Hassaikai many of the "original Yakuza members" within it hate him, describing him as running wild and disrespecting what they stand for. Likewise Chisaki expresses that he does not care for their ideas of what’s important or their survival either.

This repeated behaviour of disrespecting and dismissing the Yakuza way stands in stark contrast to the fact that Chisaki clearly cares a lot about the organisation. This again is shown in many ways throughout the Overhaul arc. For one Chisaki is repeatedly shown to get into violent conflict with those who “disrespect the Yakuza '', though most outstanding is his life-goal is to restore the Shie Hassaikai into power. The plan he develops with the quirk destroying drug is dangerous and downright reckless, however he keeps clinging to it in spite of people such as Kurono telling him he would fail and the boss expressing his disagreement with it. His dedication to it is described as obsessive. In addition, I’d also like to point out that in his last fight with the boss, Chisaki takes action to get rid of the boss the very moment he threatens to kick Chisaki from the Shie Hassaikai. After everything they went through, being forced to leave was the one verdict from the boss he simply couldn’t accept.

Chisaki loves the Hassaikai in spite of feeling no connection or desire to conform to what it actually means to be a Yakuza. So he tries to forcefully mend the organisation into what he thinks it should be and what he believes would lead to success. By the time of the Overhaul arc he could have simply abandoned the title of “Yakuza” but he instead clings to that identity like it is his lifeline. That is why whenever the Yakuza are insulted, he protects their good reputation so aggressively, as he considers an attack on them to be a personal attack on himself.

Looking back at the fact that he’d been abandoned as a child, it gives the impression that prior to the Yakuza he has not had a chance to develop an identity of his own, or one he feels happy about. This may also be why he renamed himself to “Overhaul” after taking over. When Mirio calls him “Chisaki” during their fight he grows mad and says the other wasn’t allowed to call him by that name as he “had abandoned it”. After all it is the name he already carried upon meeting the boss.

Now, let's get back to talking about kid Kai. Or specifically the disposition he had in the few scenes we see of him.

To put it simply; he does not look like a happy child in any of them. In two of them Hori drew his face obscured by shadows and overall his expression can be described as hard to read, somewhat terrified. The last is the only scene where it's confirmed that he has been with the boss for a while already and also the only one where he looks like a normal child. It is as though it took the care and presence of the man for Kai to achieve this sense of normalcy in the first place. Nevertheless, even in that scene the expression he wears is one of sadness. This may absolutely be because he is being scolded, but it is still outstanding that Hori never showed the boy being happy, not even in a memory Chisaki seems to remember fondly as an adult.

Reading further into this, and this is more speculative again / based upon personal impressions; Chisaki doesn’t seem particularly happy as an adult either. He wears a mask so it is impossible to tell for sure but, except for that one time he fake-smiles at Deku, I cannot think of a single instance where I had the impression that Chisaki was smiling under his mask. He usually appears to be either serious, neutrally cold or angry. ( And well, post Tartarus he is simply downright miserable the whole time but that’s another topic. )

( Looking back at my previous post, this would also tie in as another contrast / parallel to Eri. Her first major plot after being saved from Overhaul is for her to "learn how to smile again". It is one of her first steps of overcoming her trauma. In contrast Kai appears to be the traumatised child who's never learned how to smile again. Eri thus begins to distance herself from him, in more than one way. )

Returning to the scene of a young Kai being scolded by Pops; It is said that Kai picked a fight with civilians who had insulted the Yakuza. This is something he is later shown to still be doing as an adult; beating up those who did not show him the proper respect. So, we can assume that he never ceased this pattern in spite of what the boss said to him. ( Then again, it isn’t like Chisaki ever seems to listen to the boss’s wishes. ) Now, especially speaking of a child, repeated violent behaviour typically points towards deeper lying issues and trouble that they have. Whatever they may be, considering that Chisaki never ceased to be violent, these issues apparently have never been addressed at all, or only unsuccessfully.

Finally, let’s talk about interpersonal relationships, which generally say quite a lot about a person’s well-being. I believe I will hardly have to provide proof to the statement that Chisaki has almost exclusively poor relationships.

First, there is the obvious abusive relationship between him and Eri, which is a whole other topic to talk about so I will keep it brief; he abuses and guilt trips her, he treats her like an object he owns, he shows absolutely no desire to interact with her other than to perform cruel experiments on her, and in fact he probably did not even try to view her as a human being in the first place.

Looking at the rest of the Hassaikai members, there is always a strong power imbalance between Chisaki and his followers. Chisaki acts very controlling with his men. Disobedience is severely punished by death and it is repeatedly made clear that Chisaki sees them as nothing but pawns for his plans. Several of his men put him on a pedestal and look up to him, while he distances himself from them and looks down upon them so strongly he “ does not even want to breathe the same air as them “.

Calling other people “diseased” and the frequently noted “hero syndrome” is something Chisaki uses in general to distance himself from others. From his point of view everyone else is diseased and he is the only one who sees the truth. His attitude doesn’t just present as a lack of empathy but a complete detachment from other people.

The only somewhat healthy relationship he appears to have among those working for him is Kurono, who judging by his own statements appears to have known Chisaki since childhood. Chisaki respects him enough to let him raise concerns about his plans ( though Chisaki dismisses them ) and to let Kurono follow him when he flees with Eri, instead of being left behind as canon fodder like the rest. However even Kurono is often treated by Chisaki like another obedient tool. Likewise Kurono expresses his admiration for Chisaki, rather than looking at him as an equal.

However, what stands out as Chisaki's poorest relationship of them all is the one he has with the boss himself. The boss means everything to Chisaki. Especially the more recent chapters post Tartarus breakout drive that message home. In his deranged, helpless state all he can think about is somehow getting back to the boss; to apologise to him, to somehow mend what has been broken and to find comfort with his father figure. As Chisaki states himself; the boss is all he has left. He appears to be entirely emotionally dependent on the man.

What truly makes their relationship so poor is that in spite of the emotions he has for the boss, and in spite of how much he expresses that everything he does is for the sake of this man, Chisaki does not even seem to even try to understand the boss’s point of view, or show any respect or empathy for his wishes.

As I stated previously, throughout the Overhaul arc there are multiple instances of fights between the two of them. The boss repeatedly criticises Chisaki for his actions; first by talking about how it breaks Yakuza code, later calling Chisaki’s plans downright inhumane and questioning how little he cares for people. Nevertheless Chisaki keeps insisting on his ideas. He chooses not to engage with the criticism and instead insists that the boss will understand his point of view once his plans are realised.

Their fights finally escalate when Chisaki decides to put the boss into a coma. Although it is clear Chisaki also took this action to prevent the boss from kicking him from the Hassaikai, it says a lot about Chisaki that he chooses to rather make the boss fall asleep and store him away in a room than to further argue with him. Even more, it is outstanding how Chisaki genuinely believes that once the boss wakes up he will forgive him for doing so. He visits the man in his coma, talking to him like they were still on good terms. He also does not take his title from him and preserves his position as the true leader of the Hassaikai as though nothing has changed. ( This is not too clear in the English version but the translation “young boss” refers to Chisaki’s title in the Yakuza “Wakagashira”. The Waka is only the second in command, the “Oyaji” is the only true boss, which is what he calls the old man. )

He has absolutely no understanding for how the boss would react to being put in a coma ( for who knows how long ) and to be eventually woken up to the sight that Chisaki had realised exactly the plans he’s told him not to. All the while Chisaki still keeps telling himself that he does it all “ for the boss’s sake “. He is again entirely detached from the reality of what the boss actually wishes.

In the end this behaviour of his complements the image of his upbringing quite well. Empathy and the ability to understand other people’s point of view is something he should have been taught to him at a young age, yet he entirely fails in those categories. This again could be the result of neglect in those crucial early years of development.

Together it all adds to the image of a child who grew up uncertain and disturbed; emotionally, in his own identity, and in his relationships to others. These issues carried over into adulthood and served as groundwork for the villain known as Overhaul. A man who fails to connect to the people in his life and who does not hesitate to commit cruel, inhuman acts to preserve the confused identity he created for himself.

#Kai Chisaki #Overhaul #this post is a monster and tumblr hates me for making it

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sugrbugz · 3 years

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their reaction to you coming out as trans!! : BOKUTO, KENMA, AKAASHI, OIKAWA, TSUKKI, & ASAHI ♥︎

CW: this covers topics such as gender dysphoria, transphobia, and ignorant parents. please be safe my loves!!

transphobes get the fuck outta here right now

also i’m ftm myself so i’m writing from my own experience! if you want a non binary one or even mtf let me know! ♥︎

BOKUTO

would be so very excited to go clothing shopping with you but also giving you all of his hoodies in the mean time-

would love to show you off as his official boyfriend, would fight transphobic people for you

“hey bo, can we talk?” you asked softly, only causing him to open his arms wide from where he was sitting on your bed. you crawled into his lap like you always did, your hands shaking a bit when your wrapped your arms around his neck. “what’s up little owl!” he smiled wide, flashing you that beautiful smile of his. “it’s sorta serious love..” you mumbled making his smile fall only a bit, it falling completely when you started crying. “lovebug? what’s wrong..you can talk to me baby” he soothed making you nod. “i know we’ve talked about your preferences before and i don’t know where i fall but-“ you hiccuped, trying to figure out how to say it. “i’m transgender..i want to be a boy” you sobbed out, ultimately terrified he’d leave even though you knew he wouldn’t. “no..” he started making you cry only harder, not even three seconds later were calloused fingers there to wipe them, “you are a boy..not want, right baby?” he smiled softly, kissing your nose.

KENMA

his emotions would hurt him first only because he wouldn’t fully understand why you’re so upset

best hair stylist in the game!! he’d do your hair so you don’t have to deal with judgemental old ladies and weird barbers.

would 100000000/10 drop anything hes doing to snuggle you since he knows how much of a bitch dysphoria can be

it actually happened by accident. currently you were in the bathroom, shaky hands on a pair of scissors you’d found in the kitchen. it was one of those moments. you weren’t officially out to anybody, not even your boyfriend just simply out of fear of being disliked. however when kenma came to use the bathroom after doing a five hour livestream her heart almost shattered right then and there. you were too into your head to even notice his presence, snapping back to reality when he took the scissors from you. that’s when the tears started. he was quickly to pull you close, kissing your head. “i think i understand..but if i don’t, please explain..” he whispered softly into your ear. “i-i..” you stuttered, you didn’t even know how to say it. “i’ve been dealing with my gender for awhile and came to the conclusion that im a boy..” you sniff, snuggling into his chest since the comfort felt good. “okay baby, you’re still mine okay?” he spoke so soft it was reassuring. “but come to me instead of butchering your hair, you know damn well i could cut it better. dork.” he winked sitting you down to actually cut your hair properly.

AKAASHI

wasn’t totally surprised even though he is oblivious to most things

he would be so sweet about it??????? he wouldn’t even question you???? just accepting right away

after you were ready to come out? god he would be so overbearing with how supportive he was. “hey have you seen my BOYFRIEND?” or “are you doing okay, pretty boy?” he would do it all the time

he already knew. you’d asked him to pack your laptop in your book bag since you guys were going to study at the library. he usually didn’t snoop and honestly minded his business, but when he saw what he thought was a dildo his curiosity was peaked. you had millions of tabs open, all pertaining to the concept of gender identity. his heart softened sadly, upset by the fact you did this all alone. you came up to check what was taking him so long, face dropping when you saw what was open, “i-i promise i can explain-!” you rush forward but he quickly wraps two arms around you, kissing you softly. “shush. you don’t need to explain.” he smiled, “your preferred name and pronouns my darling?” he hummed in addition, grinning from the blush on your cheeks. “uhm..y/n..and he/him..please..” you whisper making him nod, “i’ve got the cutest boyfriend every yanno that?”

OIKAWA

would make fun of you for a bit until he realized this was actually serious

he would also apologize profusely for doing so.

would go out and buy you 67963334 slacks just to see you in them i know it

“tooru i’m serious!” you’d whimper, genuine tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. that’s when he knew he took it too far. “hey..i was just joking around…does me calling you girlie actually make you uncomfortable? why?” he was confused but then again you couldn’t blame them. you’d told iwa you were trans, hoping to get someway to tell oikawa but there wasn’t much acknowledgment of him at all. “yes..it does” you nodded wiping your eyes. “is it because you’re trans?” all the air in your lungs was knocked out of you at this. “how did you..” you’d ask softly, “i dunno! i’m just really good at this!” he giggled before kissing your head and getting off the couch you two were on. “one minute!” he ran upstairs and about five minutes later came back with all his old clothes he outgrew. “here! ‘ma saved them for donating to relatives but your more important” he hummed making you blush, “tooru you don’t-“ “and what’s your pants size?” “uh-i-“ “it’s okay doesn’t matter we’ll get all of them.” “ALL OF WHAT.” and that’s honestly how the rest of your night went.

TSUKKI

he wasn’t totally surprised but then again he knew how your parents were and would understand your hesitation for coming out

it didn’t really phase him at all. have you seen his gender nonconforming best friend? tsukki wouldn’t care unless you were authentically yourself.

would always give you reassurance, no matter how much you needed.

you’d come to your boyfriends house for the third night this week, his mom more than happy to let you stay. “he’s upstairs!” she’d smile from where she was making dinner. you already knew where to find his room, so coming inside and throwing your bags down casually wasn’t an issue at all. “y/n how many times do i have to tell your messy ass that you don’t put bags in the middle of the-“ he spun in his desk chair to look at you, his face falling the second he saw your face go red and tears streaming down your face. tsukki fucking SUCKED with emotions but he wouldn’t be pathetic and not try. “cmere moonie, what’s wrong” he frowned getting up and sitting on the bed, pulling you down with him. “i told them” you stated simply, his own anxiety kicked in. “and?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “they kicked me out.” you nodded towards the fourish bags you had dropped. “well..fuck them. here you’ll be loved and respected. they don’t deserve you. no one does. now, ill ask mom if we can move in the old dresser from akiterus room..you make yourself comfy. change, take of makeup, whatever it is. here? you’re allowed to be who you are.” and with that he was gone. tsukki may look like an asshole but he tries his best not to be for you.

ASAHI

wouldn’t initially get it, but it would take some explaining and he’d be absolutely on board

would probably smoother you in love and affection for being brave enough to tell him how you’ve been feeling

similar to akaashi he’d be quick to correct those who use incorrect pronouns (unless you tell him not too) while expressing love for his boyfriend

dating asahi had plenty of benefits, most importantly his ability to scare those off who were rude to you. you had come out to him a week ago, he needed some help understanding the process but soon he was very on board and understanding. now you two were eating lunch with noya and tanaka, watching a group of girls who ever now and then looked back at you to laugh and point. you’d just gotten your gender affirming hair cut the night before. you began to feel very self conscious about everything, just slowly tucking yourself into asahi who immediately realized something was wrong. “what’s up babe?” he asked watching you nod towards the group. with that he gently passed you over to noya who was very excited for the hugs he was allowed to give his close friend. needless to say asahi scared the living hell out of those girls. when all was said and done, he took you to the boys bathroom and locked the door. he simply hugged you, rubbing your back while you almost immediately cried. “it’s okay bunny..i’m sorry people can’t mind their own business-not that it’s my fault-i dunno why i apologized-sorry-i-“ he took a deep breath but his nervous rambling had made you giggle. “thank you, you giant teddy bear” you smiled leaning up to give him a nice soft kiss.

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 3

a/n: yall i love seijoh so much like theyre my favorite school and my favorite boys and i know their names by heart and im just so SOFT for them !!!!!

also: yall will find out what other fandom ill be writing for in the future in this one

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

combined two anon requests:

- Could we get the boys reacting to finding out the seijoh manager is quite popular to both genders?? Maybe they over hear a confession?

- Why do I feel like half of the team would be all pouty when word comes around that a guy confessed to manager, the others would probably be annoyed/irritated. Oikawa being all bratty cause no matter what he tried,she never showed ant interest when he flirts. But now this boy comes alone ... (but like you said manager is too focused in school and the team)

MY HEART WAS RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST AND THROWN INTO A BLENDER WHEN I SAW THIS PART OR JUST WHEN SEIJOH LOST IN GENERAL BC MY BABIES WORKED SO HARD AAAAAAA

oof girl the world is ending

so basically,,,,,

the entire just magically knew about what happened earlier and yahaba’s theory of team telepathy really does work bc not even a minute after it happened, they all spammed you messages and next thing you knew, oikawa was naruto-ing down from the 3rd floor to your class in the first floor

tbh, they shouldve seen this coming yanno?

you were ridiculously pretty and you carried yourself w such elegance and grace that it just seemed to hypnotize everyone into stopping what they were doing and watched you in awe doing the most mundane things like walking or sitting

lmao couldnt be me

your confessions usually happened over letters bc either tol boys kunimi or kindaichi are usually around you at all times so theyre too scared to do anything

hence why your locker was always filled with envelopes yet no upfront public confessions

it ranged from upperclassmen and upperclasswomen who expressed their interest in you and wanted to date you and get to know you better

but tf you dont even know them and you werent about to date a whole stranger

this made the boys a little peeved because you were popular with both the boys and the gals so they were constantly on edge on who was talking to you

it was like having an oikawa 2.0 but not indulging them and pretending theyre not even there

like when you walk to class and sit down, they would flock over and offer you drinks and snacks but you either turned them down or just flat-out ignored them

maybe this was what fueled others on more

your reserved attitude and your refusals made it look like you were playing hard to get and it was almost like a game on who could win the heart of the princess of seijoh

this was proven really difficult because not only do they have your dismissals, you also had guard dogs at every corner and would bite their head off at the slight indication of an interaction

however,,,,

today,,,

this morning,,,,

at 7:53 AM,,,,

they saw you walking down the hallway with a purple-haired boy holding your bag and you giggling at what he was saying

um EXCUSE ME MAAM WHAT

EVERYONE HAS BEEN TRYING TO GAIN YOUR AFFECTIONS FOR MONTHS YET YOU ARE HERE INTERACTING WITH A MALE WHO NO ONE EVEN KNOWS

ESPECIALLY SINCE HE WAS A MALE WHO WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE RIGHT NEXT TO YOU AND HE WASNT A MEMBER OF THE TEAM

!!!!!

and ofc, the boys would immediately know even though theyre spread all over the school

it was kyoken who saw you as he was leaning against your locker and his eyes narrowed before he secretly took a picture and sent it to yahaba, asking if there was a new guy who entered the team while he was away

when he replied with a panicked, ‘NO WHO IS THAT’

kyoken was already advancing to you

yahaba-san immediately sent the picture to the team group chat, that excluded you rood, and oikawa wasted no time and even pushed some fangirls so he could go to you

‘-and she destroyed my sheets’

you laughed at the story and hitoshi stared at you with awe in his eyes

how can someone laugh so beautifully?

like a snort should be considered ugly and gross but it was like cute little squeaks from you and he thought you were like a fairy

‘oh god, i wasnt-’

you were cut off with a hand that held your arm

you came face to face with the glaring face of one of your boys and you immediately turned to him in concern, immediately grasping an arm with the other hand on his cheek to look for any cuts

he rarely comes to you on a normal basis so you thought something was wrong

‘whats wrong, kyo-san? did you get into a fight? do you need me to patch you up?’

he didnt care what you were saying, instead heatedly glaring at this new guy, and grunted a response to agreeing with you going to the nurse

just anywhere to get you away from this,,,, stranger

‘toshi i have to-’

then you were cut off again

‘YYYYY/NNNNNNN-CHHHHHAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

‘OI SHITTYKAWA!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN!’

‘OIKAWA!’

‘CAPTAIN!’

from behind you, 5 tol looming figures were running towards you and next thing you knew, you were in the arms of your captain

‘oikawa-san! what are you doing?!’

oikawa held you tightly against his chest and had his arms tightly around your form to prevent you from being taken away

most of the volleyball team were now circling you and pointedly glaring at the poor boy who was so confused that he wasnt bothered by the death glares

‘oh, its you’

kunimi grumbled

‘kunimi, whats happening?’

hitoshi questioned

you fought away from the hold of oikawa and pushed mattsukawa and hanamaki to stand in front of shinsou hitoshi

‘so sorry about this, toshi. i’ll help you with your room later and ill text you when practice is finished, okay?’

you sheepishly smiled and he nodded, his own smile reassuring you

‘yep. ill see you later then’

‘bye’

you softly said and he turned to walk away

but as soon as he was out of sight, you turned around with a grim looking expression and your hands on your hips, a hard look in your eyes

‘boys, what was that?’

you gritted out

‘y/n-chan! don’t you see?! he was going to take you away! he was an intrude-OW!’

he yelped when you reached up and grabbed his ear before grabbing the other closest who was iwaizumi

they both whined and complained about the ear and slapped your hand but you didnt let up

‘he is a friend, oikawa-san. you have no right on who i can be friends and who i can hang out with because i still have a life outside the team!’

you scolded and the others hung their heads low like puppies

‘sorry, y/n-chan’

oikawa mumbled and iwaizumi also mumbled his apology so you let go of them, dusting off your hands

‘and the rest of you, hold back your captain and dont intimidate him like that!’

‘sorry’

you sighed but ruffled their hair before turning to go to class

‘now, be good boys and dont bother others like this again’

‘yes’

they chorused and you nodded, satisfied

‘ill hold you to it!’

you shouted as you walked down the hallway

when you turned a corner, oikawa grabbed kunimi by the arms

‘you know him, dont you? who is he? what class? address? mother’s name? father’s name? age-’

‘oi stop it, shittykawa’

but despite that, iwaizumi looked at the younger, expecting answers as well

kunimi sighed

‘thats shinsou hitoshi from class 1-3. we have gym together’

and ‘we’ was kunimi and you since you were both in the same class so you constantly saw this shinsou boy?

nuh uh, dont think so, francisco

from the looks of it, you were still single and there was a pining from shinso’s part, maybe yours they dont know

and they were going to do everything in their power to keep you away from him

this was excused to them as protecting their manager from someone else and they werent going to let you be taken by someone else

during practice, they grilled you over your relationship with him

‘i honestly dont know why this is your business but if you must know, his adoptive father, aizawa-san, is my mother’s co-worker and i usually catsit for them. dont worry, we’re not dating. just friends, that’s all’

but they know it wasnt just a friendship type of situation

so when the 4 third years saw you being confessed to by this ‘friend’ outside, they almost toppled out the window as they tried to listen to what was being said

‘shittykawa get off my back!’

‘nuh uh! i want to see clearly!’

‘everyone needs to know that code red is happening!’

yall what

mattsun took a picture and sent it to the gc about their princess being confessed to

no one replied, possibly too upset or too busy sulking

kyoken actually had to be excused outside bc he was glaring at everyone and everything and the teacher and students were so scared that they had to take him out of class

they were even more peeved when you just walked in like nothing happened

you didnt mention the confession to anyone else the whole day and when you entered the gym, it was very tense

the coaches even looked confused

‘did you guys fight?’

you questioned but no one answered

kunimi and kindaichi were playing with a ball and glaring at it as it hit the floor

the 2nd years yes including kyobabie were pouting to the side

the 3rd years looked annoyed and pissed off

overall just not seijoh babie vibes

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today🧚✨

‘hey’

you gently said and walked to the captain to figure out what was going on

‘oikawa-san, what happened?’

‘are you dating him now, y/n?’

the seriousness in his voice shocked you and you took a step back in surprise

your expression made him think that you did accept the confession and he scoffed before walking away and doing a jump serve that sounded like a canon blasting

but you were actually confused and surprised that they even knew bc you were sure it was a secluded area where no one could see you

‘dating,,,? dating who?’

you asked to them and the 3rd years just knitted their eyebrows

‘dont play coy, y/n-chan’

oikawa hissed

‘no matter how many times i flirted or asked you on dates, you never said yes. never agreed or even showed a little bit of interest. on me!! your captain!!! but now!!! this little grape boy comes along and you suddenly start dating just because he has cats! what kinda bias is this?!’

he started ranting and whining and being a brat that you pinched his nose shut

‘oi, oikawa-san, are you jumping to conclusions again? first the hickey accident and now this?’

he made a whining noise for you to let go and rubbed his nose when you finally let go

you turned around to face the others and you sighed, massaging your temples

‘everyone, who spread this misunderstanding?’

no one pointed to anyone but their gazes settled on the thick eyebrow boy that you were sure wouldnt have ratted you out

a noise of surprise and betrayal escaped from you as mattsun quickly scrambled to get everyone to stop staring at him

‘MATTSUN-SAN! YOU-!’

you pointed at him and mattsun rushed forward to grab your hands before holding them close to his chest

‘y/n-chan, we just saw you when we were passing! it was makki who wanted to tell the others!’

the betrayal made iwa laugh but makki ran up to kick mattsun to the side

‘youre the one who committed the deed! i was merely suggesting it! it was iwaizumi who wanted to watch them first!’

‘IWA-SAN!’

you gasped at the normally chill third year and you didnt expect him to be the one who started it first

iwa panicked and held his hands out cautiously

‘y/n-chan, understand that i was just worried and i didnt want you to be outside by yourself after what happened, okay? i didnt know he was confessing to you’

you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose tightly

‘again! whoever and whatever happens in my love life is my business! mine! and only mine! you cannot control it and get angry at ME because i do want a boyfriend and i do want to experience dating bc i want to know how it feels to be loved like that! so i wont let a bunch of children stop me from having that!’

the third years shared a look before they they gave up and nodded in defeat

but oikawa was the most offended

‘Y/N-CHAN! I ASK YOU ON DATES ALL THE TIME AND I ALWAYS OFFER TO GIVE YOU THAT LOVE SO WHY CAN’T IT BE ME?! WHAT DOES THAT GRAPE HUMANOID HAVE THAT I DONT?!’

he whined and stomped his foot after crossing his arms and a pout on his face

you shook your head, not even bothering to answer that, and went to the others

‘dont be mad and be upset, okay? i refused him bc i have no time for a relationship when im too busy looking after my own boys. i really dont want to add another’

kindaichi and yahaba’s face scrunched as they rushed forward to hug you

‘we thought you would leave us y/n-chan!’

‘stay as ours forever, okay?’

you were so relieved that they werent as aggressive as the oldests and gave each player their own favorite hugs

but you stopped in front of kyo, not really knowing how to hug him since youve never exactly showed any type of affection like that

so you were just awkwardly standing there with raised arms but he patted your head, you smiling and leaning more to his touch

‘hm, kyo-san, ya finally warming up to me?’

you teased but he scoffed, gently headbutting you with his forehead against yours

‘now, everyone! dont misunderstand and know that for as long as i will be a manager, i wont be in a relationship bc my time as a manager is too crucial since i would probably have to look after you so you dont get yourself to jail. a boyfriend is adding more boys in to that list and i dont want that. you will be my boys forever and i wont be taken from you so please trust on me and stop being so overprotective bc i wont give them the affection or wishes they want!’

oikawa teared up and was about to go trample you but he was held back

‘no! i want a hug! i want a family hug! cmon, iwa-chan!’

practice went by quickly but you demanded them to do 10 diving laps in punishment for all the misunderstandings theyve created

but they gladly did it bc it meant that you wont be taken from them and you would be theirs forever and their cute manager is going to pay attention to them and them only

i got serious yandere vibes from this but its so heartwarming that theyre so overprotective and lowkey you got yourself a harem

after practice, they all wanted to walk home with you but you told them that shinsou’s house was the other direction

‘y/n-chan! you said you wouldn’t-’

you rolled your eyes

‘oikawa-san, just because i refused that confession doesnt mean i will stop earning money. i still have to catsit for his family and earn my money!’

they only agreed when kyo said that he was walking that way too but they were still weary and jealous bc he got to spend more time with you than them

as you were both walking, you looked up at him

‘kyo-san, what type of hug do you like?’

‘hah?’

he looked down at you bc we short with wide eyes and flushed cheeks

you smiled and looked forward, skipping slightly

‘everyone in the team has their own special hugs. i want everyone to have one bc you all are individually special to me so-’

but he stopped walking and pulled arm before he lifted you up, making you squeak and wrap your legs around his waist

thank god you were wearing your tracksuit and not your skirt

‘k-kyo-san?’

bruh is it obv that kyoken is one of my favorite seijoh boys like bls love on him

he didnt want you to see his flustered expression bc he still has a reputation to uphold, yanno?

so he tucked it in your neck and you softly smiled before playing with the baby hairs at the base of his neck

‘you like this kind then, kyo-san? kinda aggressive but perfectly suits you, yanno?’

he just grunted and you laughed

he wasnt about to tell you that he liked holding you on his arms bc you were so tiny and so you that holding you like this makes him feel like he was protecting you and feel good about himself bc he gets to be the one who shields you from the world

yuhhhhh get it kyo

‘so yahaba-san told me that you got kicked out of class bc you scared the teacher and kids?’

you questioned and he left his spot on your neck and pulled his face back so you could clearly see his face

it was red and possibly flustered but you just snickered

he still held you by his strong arms so you were able to move your small hands to his face where he flinched at first but relaxed when you touched his cheeks

your fingers gently pulled the sides of his lips and you tilted your head to the side

‘you,,, look really handsome when you smile, kyo-san’

you whispered and he was so surprised that his tough mask fell and was replaced by wide eyes and his eyebrows rose up, the intimidating look disappearing from his eyes

‘i-i do?’

you bit your lip bc this was so different from the aggressive kyo you knew and you didnt expect this type of innocence that he just showed you

maybe he wasnt so innocent from the fights and arguments he has started or been in

but he was so innocent to soft touches and compliments bc he wasnt exposed to it, only used to the ones that were said due to the aura he exuded or his looks

‘yep, you do. so keep smiling for me, kay? dont have to be around the others or all the time, but i,,, want to see it sometimes’

he blinked at you but quickly went back to your neck to hide the big smile that was threatening to come out

you felt his lips move and you laughed

‘noooo! kyo-san!!! i want to see your smilee!!! dont hide it!!!’

but it was cut short when a familiar shout was heard from the other side of the street that was near the school

it seemed that oikawa was worried about you walking alone with kyoken so he followed you both with the other third years

‘kyoken-chan! y/n-chan!’

he shouted in betrayal

you were about to get away from kyo’s hold but he tightened his grip and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, still staring straight at the captain

‘mine’

again, do you know what happened next?

oikawa screamed

this was actually pretty funny to write bc wowza oikawa is so oikawa and hes just so oikawa-like, yanno? and im still simping over kyoken and shinsou is my ult fave in bnha and i really love him like ugghhhh :’)

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cherripeach · 3 years

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Chapter 15

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it. Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Chapter 1:113 Two Shots of Vodka

Finishing up the tarts with a little twist.

Warnings: Language, violence, insecurities

Words: 1.7k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

You don’t think you ever saw Deuce’s fists leave the two kids before their faces turned purple and their legs gave out on them.

Deuce landed one final hit before the white haired boy pulled as far away from him as possible and screamed while whipping the blood now on his face from his bleeding lip, “Fuck, this guy’s a total madman! That was more than 6 hits, you liar!”

The red haired student was not faring any better with a black eye and clutching his stomach, “Oh, crap! Let’s run! I’m so sorry, Mr. Chicken!!”

Deuce had no speck on him, standing firm with his hands on his hips, “Apologize to the eggs a hundred times before you stuff your faces next time, dumbass!!”

“Okay uhhhhhh,” You could not lock eyes on anything that was in front of you; be it the two students close to the ground clutching parts of their bodies and apologizing or the kid who you thought wouldn't hurt a fly standing proud forcing apologizes from people.

Grim agreed with you with a shriek and a skirt behind you.

The two boys after bowing their heads for several seconds gathered their last dignity and ran out clutching their stomachs and arms from the beat down.

Deuce, finally, lost his other persona and squatted down and cried out, “Ah!!”

Grim popped out from behind you after he realized that Deuce was back to normal, “What happened to you!?”

Deuce stood up with his hands over his eyes, “I did it again…” He began lightly rubbing his eyes. “I promised myself that I’d be a model student for sure this time, and yet…!” His shoulders finally relaxed while he let out a breath.

Grim stood still confused, “Eh?”

“It’s okay, Deuce. One mistake will not kill your reputation,” You knew this kid was freaking out about nothing, “Also, in my opinion, I think honors students would fight those who prey on the weak.” You winked at the sullen looking boy, walking closer to him.

Deuce huffed, “I wanted to be different from who I was back in middle school… “ He flinched slightly when you placed your hand on his shoulder, “I always skipped classes, and I got into fights every day. I didn’t show respect to teachers and I hung out with a bad ilk of seniors. Even my hairstyle was pretty wild back then, too. I fought with anyone who I could fight with… I used magic even on guys who couldn’t use magic. I was an over-all bad person then.” He rolled his shoulders back to escape from your grip, but he never seemed to lose it.

Grim paid no attention to the air, “It totally doesn’t look too obvious now, though.”

“You can continue talking if you want Deuce. No one is here to stop you,” You smiled light, “I would love to hear more about you.”

Deuce nodded, “Thanks.” He finished up his story now comfortable with your hand on his shoulder, “But one night while I was hiding myself from view… I saw my mother cry and talk to my grandmother about it. She was asking her where she went wrong with raising me, and about whether she was a bad parent for how I turned out. But that’s not it at all. She’s not to blame!” Deuce’s red eyes with some tears in them locked onto yours , “Everything’s my fault! That’s why, when the black carriage from the prestigious Night Raven College came to pick me up, I made sure that I will never take that smile away from my mother again. I made up my mind to become a model student that my mother can be proud of. And yet… Damn it…!” He stomped his foot onto the ground and curled his fists but still none of that anger was even remotely portrayed at you or anyone but himself.

“Deuce, sweetie. I need you to listen to me to understand this. You were a bad person in the past. Past. Not now. You realized your mistakes and now you want to fix them. Is that right?” Your smile never faltered even when Deuce tensed up more or he stepped away from you.

“Well, yeah,” Deuce spilled out.

“Then, I think you are being the best honors student you can.” You reached out your hand to offer some of the bags to him, “No one is born with any traits that an honors student would have. The fact that you now know that you want to change and that you strive for being an honors student proves that you are one.”

Deuce stares at you with widened eyes, “What?”

You grabbed his right hand and opened it in order to place some of the bags into it, “No one is perfect either. Even honors students make mistakes, but fighting for the weak and protecting me who would get hurt if I even tried to fight them even though I wouldn’t be scared, shows you care. Deuce, you are a great person. You just can’t realize it yet.”

Tears spilled out of Deuce’s eyes while he whined, “You make it sound easy.”

You raised your hand to wipe Deuce’s eyes, “It’s not. Believe me. But starting is the hardest, and once you get there, I know you can do anything.” After wiping his tears, you stepped back and grabbed Grim by his belly, “You just have to keep going forward.”

Deuce wipes his eyes one last time before smacking himself on the check, “You're right. Me becoming an honors student won’t happen overnight. I’m not gonna stop because of some stupid assholes.”

“Exactly,” You threw a thumbs up.

Grim smirked, “If it were me, I’d have punched those delinquents ten more times, yanno? But you took care of it before I could.”

“That’s definitely not what we are trying to get at,” You rolled your eyes.

Deuce snorted at the two of you, “You guys…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” You placed Grim back onto the ground and your groceries on a bench before going over to the bag of broken eggs, “Let’s stop the mushy gushy and get back to business.”

“Got it…” Deuce threw his hand up in salute before chuckling, “Hehe, the chicks will probably feel at ease now, too, huh?”

“Chicks?” You turned to face Deuce fully, “There are no chicks in these eggs. Chicks can’t be in an egg that’s not fertilized.”

“Wh-what?!?!?!” Deuce ran and grasped your shoulders, “You’ve gotta be kidding me!!!!!!”

“Why would I joke about this?” You raised your shoulders in a confused gesture.

Deuce, silent, fell to the ground with his knees crashing to the floor.

Grim ignored the crisis, “Let’s just get back to everyone soon.”

You nodded picking up the remaining trash before taking a trip back to the store while Grim and Deuce just waited in the same position you left them in.

The trip back was complete silence with Deuce walking several steps behind.

Ace was the first to react when the three of you stepped through the door, “Oh, they’re finally back. What took you guys so long?”

“That’s a long story,” You sighed.

“Let’s get this over with” Trey clapped his hands, “shall we?”

Everyone besides Deuce who was still in a trance joined in, “Let’s make some marron tarts!”

You laughed, “Damn what simulation are we in?”

“Shut it for once,” Ace scowled before turning around to let out a snort disguised as a sigh.

Trey read over the recipe once more before voicing the next step, “All that’s left is to mix the marron cream into the tart.”

Grim jumped after hearing that, “Will we be able to eat after this!? I’m getting excited already!”

Ace seemed to be the same, “Alright, let’s finish this in one fell swoop!”

Neither of them, however, were hanging onto the words that were coming out of Trey’s mouth, leading to the two of them taking a bit too long in their part of the job.

Trey was still trying to get their motivation going, “Don’t lose focus now, got it?”

Ace’s motivation was there, “You got it!” He dropped the spoon into the batter. His mind was not there.

Grim mimicked Ace, “Yeah!” while almost falling off of the counter top.

“I don’t think you two have full focus,” You continued to add the batter to the crusts.

Grim hissed and did his best to contribute, “Nyaha! What ‘bout that!”

Trey encouraged all of them more, “You guys are good. Keep up that pace.”

Grim boasted, “Hehe, anything’s easy-peasy for the future great magician, Grim!”

Ace countered him, “You get carried away too easily!”

“Quite the hypocrite, Ace.” You joined in the little argument.

Deuce was mumbling to himself through his internal crisis, “Eggs don’t… turn into chicks…?”

Ace wondered about Deuce, “What have you been saying, man!?”

“It might be better to ignore him,” You mentioned to Ace.

The rest of the process happened with relative quiet with some chatter.

Your group finally finished backing the tarts.

Ace had the brightest expression on his face with tall shoulders and a high head, “Alright, perfect!”

Grim eyes the tarts, “It looks so good!”

Trey finished his clean up before thanking everyone, “Thanks for the great work, guys. All that’s left is to put some marron glacé on top.”

“Me, me, pick me! I’ll do it!!” Grim waved his little paw high in the air almost hitting your face.

Ace jeered, “Don’t mess it up, okay?”

Grim took the glacé and began to spread it out on the tarts, “Leave it to me! There we go! As expected from me! This is gonna be the best tart ever!”

You just hoped that this tart was not ruined with how much effort some of your friends put in.

Trey grabbed the glacé from Grim and gave him some powdered sugar, “Alright, the last step is to sprinkle some powdered sugar on top and then…”

Maybe the tarts would be good.

Little shorter than normal, but it okay. Midterms be killers.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst x you #trey clover #deuce spade #ace trappola #twst grim

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internalsealpanic · 3 years

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What’s Wrong with Superman?

Summary: Flyman is a really stupid name.

a/n: I got a little excited so here’s my entry for @redhoodssweetheart ‘s writing challenge. If you’re a fic writer, I highly recommend joining. This is for Quotes #1 This fic is based on the Superman Man of Tomorrow movie so it may not make sense otherwise.

Warnings: Reader is a bendy person so the physical descriptions will be weird and there will be some nsfw language but nothing happens.

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"What's wrong with superman?" You ask, raising your feet up over your head and resting them against Clark's wall. The blood rushes to your head but you couldn't find the energy to care, not when the work day had you drained and aching. You're just happy to stretch your limbs and contort in angles that would loosen them. You need to convince your supervisor to transfer you to a different division.

"It's kinda..." Clark waves his hand. "Yanno..."

Eloquent. You raise a brow at him telling him exactly what you thought about his solid argument.

"How about Flyman?" He says quickly.

"Ah yes, like the illustrious Batman but somehow worse." You say, turning onto your belly and nearly knocking over the things on Clark's bedside table. You shrug innocently. You shift, putting your feet over your shoulders as you think. "How about uuuuuh Captain Barbel?"

"Why?"

"Cus the guy could chuck them at people real easy." You answer simply. Clark really can't tell whether it was your excessive fidgeting or your monumental leap in logic that entertained him more.

He snorts, "That sounds like a dumb gimmick."

"So is being called Flyman." You huff.

"Careful, you're gonna hurt my feelings." Clark huffs in return, shaking his head as he grabs your favorite mug and one for himself. He has no idea how this specific mug was lucky but he's learned not to question a scientist's superstitions. Though he suspected it had less to do with actual superstition rather that you didn't want to admit that you just found the little cow-shaped mug adorable. He'll have time to tease you about it later. For now, he had to figure out this conundrum.

"If I was concerned about that, I would have pronounced Kansas properly by now." You say, sitting up to face him properly.

"What would you call him? Seriously." Clark says, resting against the kitchen counter. He's watching you with a hint of fond frustration. His leg bounces against the floor, fingers tapping on the linoleum countertop.

"Hmmmm," You purse your lips and lean forward- elbows on your lap, fingers laced together, and chin resting on your hands. "Wonder Man?"

Clark's handsome face breaks into an incredulous smile. "Pfft, you’re joking right?"

"I have never made a joke in my life." You grin, taking the cup of coffee from Clark and scooting over to make room for him. You shrug. "There is a reason I'm not in advertising but seriously I think you should just go with superman."

"And give Lois the satisfaction?" Clark asks over the rim of his mug. He raises his brow.

"Think about it."

"Rather not."

You push on, ignoring him."If you popularize it, guess who gets the credit?"

"Are you telling me to steal?" Clark gapes at you and the mischievous glint and his blue eyes make laughter bubble in your chest.

You blow out a breath into the neck of your sweater. Well, his sweater up until 2 months ago. "Nope. You're the one interpreting it that way."

"Your boss is rubbing off on you."

"Oh, don't remind me."

"How about Captain Marvel?" He suggests, wrapping around his arm around your shoulder. You can smell the caramelized sugar in his coffee. You blanch.

"Oh. So you want a lawsuit."

"No..." A complicated expression takes over his face. His lips purse to one side as he thinks. You wait patiently for his answer, snuggling up to his side. "How's it working at star labs by the way?" He says finally and you just had to love the clumsy way Clark tries to redirect conversations. He needs to get better at that if he wants to be a reporter. Then again, he's never failed to get an answer out of you with the earnest look in his eyes.

"I'm supposed to be in the engineering division, yeah?"

He nods before resting his face in your hair.

"Yeah, yeah. Him. Blegh." You wrinkle your nose and stick out your tongue, waving your hand in the air as if to shoo a thought away.

"But they stuck me with checking on that asshole biker wannabe..." You sigh.

"Lobo?" He asks, his voice rising a bit. Clark's grip in the mug tightens a bit but he has enough presence of mind not to break the mug.

"Well, did he say anything?" Clark asks, adjusting his glasses.

You squint. "My name isn't going on the paper."

"It won't." He says flat and steady. And you know you can trust him because, well, it's Clark.

You give him a crooked smile. "Nothing useful really. How much patience do you have for shitty pick up lines?"

Clark stiffens. "He was hitting on you?" He squares his shoulders. You see his jaw tighten and you think you can hear him grind his teeth. God, he's cute when he gets like this.

"He was hitting on anything with two legs."

And he was. Well, not really. You honestly couldn't really tell what his category for this thing was but you're pretty sure Clark doesn't care. He seems to care more about the fact that Lobo was hitting on you judging from the way he's borderline pulling you into his lap. You, frankly, were more concerned about what weird category you fit in to catch his eye.

"Maybe if I go with you next time..."

"You're cute Clark but I'm not sneaking you in there for a story." You pat his cheek. Clark pouts at you. You try your best not to squeal at how cute he is. You fail.

"Let me come in with you." He presses.

"Honestly, it’s fiiiiiiiiiiine. Nothing I can’t handle."

He still looks unconvinced.

Clark buries his face deeper into your hair. "Hmmmmm, he sounds like an a- a jerk." He grumbles into your hair. You will get Clark to swear at some point.

You're extremely amused by Clark's behavior. You wrap an arm around him. "Clark, he is quite literally contained in a cage I helped design. He is not getting out."

"Should I tell him I have a boyfriend and show him a picture of you?"

Clark's face goes ashen. "Don't tell me you've done that before." That would explain so much.

"Then I won't." You laugh. That sound sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach no matter how many times he's heard it.

"I’d still feel better if I could come with you." He sigh. You would be lying if you said that you wouldn't feel better with Clark accompanying you. Sure, he wasn't Heracles but Clark was no pushover contrary to the shy demeanor. But... admitting that kind of thing was... not something you're comfortable with or used to so you let it settle like the cheap coffee in your mug.

"It’s really not necessary." And Clark knows from the frequency of your heartbeat that you're lying. He knows you well enough to let it go. You kiss his cheek. "But thank you, you’re disgustingly sweet."

You kiss him again. "Sides, I think he's just bored." Your eyes brighten, a memory resurfacing. Clark watches with interest, knowing there's a 50-50 chance that it's something like the material of Lobo's shoe. "Get this he says that superman guy is a kryptonian. Sadly, when I asked him the typical anthropology question he made farting noises." You tilt your head. "Well, he did say they were a good lay and... well the super guy was hung."

Red blooms on Clark's cheeks as he sputters out a response. You squish his face with your hands. You love messing with Clark way too much. You really should feel bad that look on Clark's face was priceless.

"Oh relax Clark, we both know my type is small town dork and not man from the moon." You giggle.

Clark kind of hates you sometimes. He hates how easily you throw him off balance. Clark rights himself but he can't quite get rid of the blush dusting his cheeks. "Did he say anything else?" He asks, face still squished.

Unable to stop your giggling, you put your hands away. "Well, he called our mystery streaker a pretty boy."

"Very relevant."

"Yanno..." You drawl, taking Clark's glasses off. "yanno if you push that hair out of your face you'd look pretty good too."

Clark swats your hand away. You pout at him.

He looks at you wearily. "I like my hair how it is." He mumbles, fiddling with it.

"I'm not gonna cut it you dork. I just want proof that you have a forehead." You say, brushing some of his hair out of his face. Clark really does scream handsome when given the chance.

There's a flicker of recognition in the back of your mind that has your pulse quickening. Clark can already see the pieces falling into place, your mind whirring to get the answer.

His mind sprints to keep up and counteract the flow of your thoughts. Clark leans forward and kisses you softly. Without needing to open his eyes, he knows your mind is short-circuiting. Affection was a sure-fire way to get your mind to slow down. It was dumb but you really should be allowed to be dumb sometimes. Especially now when Clark isn't exactly sure how your feel about the mystery streaker.

You laugh your easy chirpy laugh sure but that didn't guarantee you were on board with an alien of all things. He wasn't even sure if you would think of him as any more than a test subject. No, he knew you too well to think that but there's still some part of him that isn't entirely sure and it scares him.

"Behave," he says, his face in a grin. The expression lights up his face. The smug satisfaction of finally catching you wrong-footed fills up Clark's features and shapes them into something borderline evil. "Tell me more about Lobo and his ramblings."

You shake your head. You mumble some version of “I always behave”. You know Clark's hiding something from you. You can see it in the delicate way he's looking at you. You purse your lips deciding whether this is a good time to push but in the end, you decide to let him keep his secrets for now. If Clark of all people has a reason to keep a secret then it must be important. You brush your lips against his before laying your offer on the table. "A kiss per story."

Clark stares at you. "I can live with that." Clark huffs, adjusting his glasses.

#redhoodssweethearts1.7kwritingchallenge #clark kent x reader #clark kent #superman x reader #superman imagine

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sanstropfremir · 2 years

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episode three! it's the first round of the song swaps!

i think these episodes are my favourite from this series. it's always so fun to see what groups come up with and how they interpret the songs. unsurprised to see that i was right in that they were downgrading stages, and honestly? this is a great stage size and configuration. it's big enough that you can pack a good number of dancers on it, but it's not so big that it swallows up a smaller number of people. i was generally pretty pleased with the staging that i saw in this episode, it felt generally a bit more grounded and natural than some of the first stages did. no rankings until next ep but the airing order did happen to go from least to most fave so there you go!

wjsn

costume

i can't really tell what the intention of these costumes are. costumes are a very important component of establishing theme with a performance, and these are a touch too vague to be truly expressive of theme independant of the other design elements. which is a problem because the other design elements are all over the place. if you're wanting to go gothic, you should go for overexaggeration, which is already something that you should be doing with stage costumes anyways. but the details here, like the jewelry, are almost too small to be noticed if there were not camera closeups

lighting

i do not know what is happening here. cathedral windows were very cool and very easily the best part of the stage; they did a huge amount for establishing the gothic theme, but then they immediately toss all that worlduilding away for more windows xp screensavers? i want to have words with their projection designer, what are they DOING.

sound

i'm wondering if it's maybe a producer on wjsn's end, but again like their last stage i found the levels between the vocals and the track to be a little bit wonky. they clearly seem to be biasing towards these very blasty instrumentals but the vocals can't seem to match the intensity, which is a shame because i can tell that some of these girls have pipes, but i can't really hear it, yanno? when you have this large a group those vocals should be almost too much, not vaguely breathy.

staging

loved the intro! not the hugest fan of the added in post smoke effects but the witchy potion gothic type vibe was a very promising start to the stage. however, it fell off pretty fast. like i said for the costumes, i don't know what the intention of this stage was. there were very clearly some gothic and almost horror elements, like the pipe organ at the dance break, but none of the rest of the stage reflected that at all. it left all the elements feeling very disjointed from each other. like these red and black gothic costumes and then these multicoloured liquid simulations and space squares have no connection and the stage feels very confused. the strongest moments were when they had a concrete theme but there were only those two moments.

i understand the intent of the tables, but they read way too much like school bleachers, which just further confuses the theme. i don't think it was wrong of them to want to add some levels, but it also means that they unintentionally trapped the majority of the choreography on that one side of the stage. i found there was a lot of single person in centre tradeoffs in the same physical place and made the stage feel very static, even though i know they did move around the space.

i am also not totally sure what the deal is with the sheet. i would have liked to have seen a wide shot to see if that would have made a difference, but with a large active set piece like fabric, it's usually brought out because it serves a specific function. but all they did with this was use is as a ceiling for fifteen seconds? i would have liked to have seen them use it in a more dynamic way.

loona

costume

while i appreciate how lesbian this was, if you're looking to do a rockabilly/soda fountain theme, there are so many better ways to style. i can read what the intention was, but the song is literally about ass shaking and there are NO POODLE SKIRTS. i do NOT understand how they missed this opportunity!! like seriously this would have been so cute if the girls had had pastel mini poodle skirts and there's literally no reason they couldn't! they gave up having cute floofs for shaking for plain old boring shorts!! a CRIME!!! there are a thousand ways to adapt rockabilly style to something that looks 'modern' and they managed to hit none of them. there were a few of the suit looks that were very good but they could have pushed the costumes so much further!! i'm disappointed.

lighting

are the space groups gonna have space imagery in every one of their stages even if it doesn't make sense. because if so it's already gotten old.

when the projections were on theme with the soda fountain/diner they were really fun but otherwise.......kind of bland. i know the projections were actually of a bar but i'm choosing to ignore that because i'm already pissed about the lack of poodle skirts and i don't need to go on about how confusing this stage is if you get into the details. literally why did they not go with a soda fountain or diner. literally. perfect opportunity to have a jukebox!

sound

it's fine. maybe it's a senior respect thing but it sounded pretty much the same as the original, and although i don't blame them for not messing with something perfect, that isn't really the point of the challenge.

staging

i really liked that they did a nod to locking in the intro. i wasn't expecting itand it was a nice detail.

like with wjsn's stage, because there's a couple of big setpieces, they were really stuck to the front stage area. i had less of a problem with it here because the bar counter very clearly defined the space as a physical place and they worked very well within that convention. and they did expand out for the last chorus, so there was a bit of movement.

in general i actually really enjoyed the staging, but i found it to be just a tad too long. what was that jacket assisted dance move supposed to be. why was it there. i have to assume it was a reference to something because it's inexplicable otherwise. i think they could have trimmed a few things down and kept it to ~4.30 like the other two stages, because i don't totally think it was justified be in being that much longer.

brave girls

costume

love love love!!! suits are great for uniformity but they've added their own individual black details to give them some personality! and we always love a good corset. also, excellent use of white as an accent and visibility colour, that i'll touch on more in the lighting section. didn't love that the male dancers disappeared during the dance break, but the black silhouette look worked for the rest of the stage, and i liked what they did for that cute lil reveal at the end so tbh it's a very minor gripe this time around.

lighting

firstly! somebody finally figured out how to an accented practical light! full saturated primaries (red/blue/green) are actually quite dark, so if you ever work backstage, running lights (the lights that people use to find their way around) are usually in blue or red. by having the stage washed in r80 (that's the specific rosco gel code) and the costumes predominantly white, the performers can stay identifiably lit, but it's still dark enough to see the masks!

really smart use of projections to extend the walls of the stage into different rooms for the intro, as it makes the stage feel more expansive and more complex without a lot of physical objects. the only set pieces are the wheeled doors/mirrors, the curtains, and the small table, but it feels like there were several different spaces thanks to the projections and the controlled camera angle.

sound

HELL FUCKING YEA I GOT MVSK!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i loooooove the rearrangement, as i expected. they adjusted the tempo and made it sound like brave girls song, which was exactly what they should have done. they were a little weaker on the vocals this round but i know they were recovering from covid so it's still impressive.

staging

the sense of movement in this stage was really strong. they stuck to the formula of 'individual intros to group choreo by end', because if it ain't broke don't fix it. i would have liked to see a static shot of this performance because i'm very curious about how they worked some of the transitions and where they physically were positioned in the space but the tight control of the camera did exactly the job it was supposed to and kept that confined focus.

very very very glad they learned from their first stage and stuck to a theme! the fancy gala/casino thief theme has some very obvious visual markers that are easy to establish and there isn't any real narrative needed other than "we're gonna steal some stuff!" which is the perfect amount of narrative to provide a simple arc for the stage to follow. it also gave the dance break a logical reason to exist in the 'narrative', because it's the laser dodging scene from every heist movie.

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brave girls was clearly my fave, but i'm so ready to be blown away by catwoman hyolyn next week!!!

#queendom 2 #queendom reviews #loona #wjsn #brave girls #cannot stress enough how excited i am for hyolyn next week #like off the walls crazy #text #me watching the shake it mv for the first time in five years: SHOWNU?!?!?#also LOVE that brave girls basically did a classy version of ateez's rhythm ta stage. thanks babes ilu #ok i know they probably didnt actually use r80 gels bc im 99% all the lights at mnet are leds and can change colour #but that is the colour code for primary blue #theatres cant afford leds those things are EXPENSIVE

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rurus-writing · 2 years

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A wound to heal (OC writing)

Notes: I made this like a while ago?? I don't even remember butsvsjjdjd take It because I still think it's pretty neat. Made this round 2 am so I'm sorry if there's some mistakes

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Ocs: Shou/Qiran

Word count: 825 words

Tws: Vague mentions of sh, some swear words but nothing more.

Tags: @a-chaotic-dumbass @mcofthemansion @anonymousgeekhere

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The silence in the room was unbearable. And yet, so many things were happening at once. Qiran stared blankly, as they proceeded to pick another bandage, from the little pile neatby. They couldn't remember for how long they've stayed there, trying to help a fare larger man in the same room.

He was crouching, trying not to hit his head against the ceiling, and as such making himself small. Needless to say, It was near impossibile for the conditions Shou was in. If he could've, he would've returned normal, as a human, taking care of wounds far easier.

Thus, he wouldn't have endured many other pains that came with staying in that Snake form for way too long. Unfortunatly, the greater loss of blood denied that wish completely. It was allarming, even for someone like him.

After brief instances, It was the smaller peer finnaly speaking.

"Ya...still bleeding, ya sure you're breathin correctly?"

They said, as they put yet another bandage on the old one. It easly sucked on blood. It took some seconds before Qiran could get a reply.

"I am."

They stared back at him, who was now looking away. They initially thought It was out of arrogance, but on a greater look, the expression of regret was painted on the snake man's face, just like a lasy piece from his creator.

They wanted to offer help, but opted to still take care of his wounds. Since bandages wouldn't work, Qiran took stricter methods. Thankfully, they'd brought some hydrogen peroxide with them, in case of an emergency.

The time they climbed a little on the man's body, so they could reach his arm better, they could feel him slither away after the first drop. On the second one, a full flintch. They knew It could've hurt much, but It had to be done.

To make Shou stay put, they had to use much strenght, while still making sure It doesn't do a mess. After a while, Qiran noticed a glimpse of Shou's face. As soon as they saw him visibly in pain, they stopped.

After a good 10 seconds, they began again.

"...ya should've told me to stop, I don bite, y'know?"

"It was bereable."

"Didn't look like It."

They said, as they'd now made eye contact with those sharp, emerald eyes. They were much bigger, and that freaked them out for a slight second, but soon adjusted to It.

"I...It wasn't worthy to be talked about."

As soon as Shou finished, he didn't have time to realize how much their expression changed.

"What. Did you just say."

Without too much hesitation, they were both face to face, with Qiran being dangerously close to the teeth right below them. If they didn't find the right Valance, they could've slipped into his mouth-stomach, and only the lord knows what would've happened next. The finger poke from their part wqs enough to bring him into reality.

"Wasn't worthy to be talked about?? WASN'T WORTHY?? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN. IT'S NOT A MATTER OF WORTH, IT'S A MATTER WITH YOU??"

Shou was quick to look at him back,listening to their words

"Forgive me, I wasn't thinking well-"

"Then why did ya say that in the first place?? This ain't a competition, noone's better than other so, why were ya saying you somehow were lesser?? It just doesn't make sense, yanno."

"I've always been told this. I thought this was the thruth, I apologise."

"Why are ya keep sayin sorry?? i-"

"BECAUSE IT'S THE ONLY THING I CAN DO."

Qiran was taken by surprise by the sudden shift of voice, and got startled.

"WHO'S FAULT WaS TO GET WOUNDS??WHOS FAULT WAS DECIDING TO GO THERE WITH A SHITTY PLAN??WHOS FAULT WAS TO PUNISH THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY WERE REGARDED AS A PAIN FOR MOST OF THEIR ENTIRE LIFE AND MADE FUN OF WHEN THEY TRIED TO TALK ABOUT THAT??"

Only then, Shou had realize what he'd done. He now saw their face looking from afar, preparring for the worst. He wanted to reach them and reassure Qiran better, but couldn't.

No matter how much he'd try, he could just worsen the situation more. He was close on hiding his filthy face and hoping they'd get away for how bad he'd screwed. And he did just that, faintly speaking afterwards.

"I...i didn't mean.-"

"..Hey, listen it's- it's enough, okay?"

Qiran's words weren't as rough, and rather had a softer tone. He didn't hear them approaching slowly, as Shou would've just hidden. He felt their hand on part of his lower arm, being able to reach only that.

"Ya overwhelmed yourself and now ya need rest, you're gonna be fine for the rest of the night and, tomorrow? Ya gonna turn normal! Guaranteed."

As Qiran was about to talk again, they were stopped by the touch of one of Shou's short claws. And thus, found the strenght to look at them again.

"You've done enough. Take a break."

"I know, I know."

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#*hits u w this and runs away*#masterlist #my writing #writing #ruruswriting #rurusocs #oc #ocs #shou #qiran #my ocs stuff #oc writing #oc fanfiction

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tobesolonely · 3 years

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muse II

A/n: here is the second part of muse!! i had a lot of trouble w the direction i wanted to take this in so pleaseee be gentle with me🥺also big thank you to @harryysstyless and @froggystyles for all the help <3

photographer oc x harry styles

please let me know your thoughts on miss aminah, iman, serena, and harry!

my ko-fi! thank you :)

It had been four days since your encounter with Harry in Malibu. You still haven't texted him.

It’s not like you were scared of him. He was a very nice guy, he proved that to you in the short amount of time you spent with him. Immediately. However, you had no idea how to start the conversation. Should you just text him and say, ‘hey!’? Has too much time passed? What if he wasn’t even interested in talking to you anymore?

Since your beach day with Harry, your roommates would often find you with your phone clutched tightly in your hands as you contemplated for the thousandth time whether you should just suck it up and text him, or leave him be.

“Aminah, he gave you his number and not his manager’s for a reason,” Iman told you, starting to grow a bit annoyed with all your back and forth. “Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position?”

“Yeah,” Serena speaks up. “If you don’t text him then shit, give me his number and I will.”

“What would I even say?” Your mind is beginning to race as you think about all how texting him could go wrong. “I bet he has so many people that text him in the timespan of a day. He probably won’t even see it.”

“You’ll never know unless you do it, will you?” Iman asks. “You know what, Mina? Give me your phone.”

“Iman––”

“Give.”

The stern tone of Iman’s voice tells you she’s not playing around anymore, so you give her your phone (albeit, very reluctantly). She quickly unlocks it and you move closer to her from your position on the couch, straining your neck to see exactly what she was texting Harry. Her thumbs hover over the keyboard for all of two seconds before she quickly types something and presses the little blue up arrow, not giving you much of a chance to tell her not to. She wordlessly places your phone back in your hand.

You let out an audible sigh of relief when you said the only thing she said was, ‘Hey! It’s Aminah :)’

“What did she say?” Serena asks from her position across the room. “Was it bad?”

“She just said hey. I don’t know why I’m freaking out so much,” you confess, turning your phone face-down, setting it on the coffee table. “What if it is his manager and he just put it under his name to make it easier?”

“Why are you like this?” Iman asks. “Is Harry not allowed to think you’re cute? It sounds like you're self-sabotaging.” Serena nods in agreement.

“Where did you get him thinking I’m cute from?” You turn to face Iman fully. She lets out an obnoxious scoff.

“Dude, did you see how interested he was in you at the beach? The way he looked at you?”

“How about how he hung back and walked with you when Iman and I were walking way ahead? Are you kidding, Meens? I don’t believe you’re that oblivious.” Serena adds.

You feel your body heating up. “He was probably just interested because I approached him first. It could’ve been any one of us, yanno.”

Iman rolls her eyes. “He had the opportunity to have any one of us and he gave you his number! Stop acting like people aren’t allowed to find you pretty. You’re a gorgeous, talented Black woman and anyone, celebrity or not, would be lucky to have you!”

“One hundred percent, Aminah,” Serena agrees.

“You guys are just saying that because you’re my friends.”

“Yeah, and friends don’t lie to each other. I’m being so serious-–”

The chime of your text tone interrupts the tangent Iman was about to go off on. Your gaze quickly falls to your phone and then back up to your friends, eyes wide in shock.

“He answered so quickly!” Serena exclaims giddily. “Open it!”

“Hell no,” you say with a shake of your head. “I have my read receipts on, that’ll make me look so desperate if I open it right away!”

“Aminah, stop playing hard to get and just open it,” Serena insists, getting up from her seated position across the room. You quickly reach out and grab your phone off the coffee table before she can get to it first.

“Fine,” you mutter under your breath. “I’ll open it. But I’m going to be the one doing all the talking. Swear I’ll change my password if you guys keep thinking it’s okay to just grab my phone.” You wait for Serena and Iman to promise to leave your phone alone before taking a deep breath and flipping it face-up.

‘Hey Aminah, glad to hear from you.’

The typing bubble pops up immediately after opening the message and before you can exit out, another one comes through.

‘Have a chance to look over those pictures? I’d love to meet up for lunch or something and take a look at them with you.’

“He just asked me to lunch?”

“Give me your phone,” Iman demands, trying to reach for it. You hold it away from her, shaking your head.

“All he asked was if I wanted to meet up for lunch so he could look at the pictures. Like I said, being a photographer is my only advantage here,” you can tell your friends are fighting the urge to roll their eyes at you again.

“You’re gonna say yes, right?” Serena asks. “I mean, why would you say no?”

“There are so many reasons why I would say no,” you reply, staring back down at your screen. “What if it doesn’t go well?”

“Then at least you can say you tried and you won’t spend forever wondering, ‘What if?’” Iman quietly hums in agreement with Serena.

“I think you’ll regret it more if you don’t go than if you do,” Iman says, nodding her head at your phone. “We’re not gonna force you to meet up with him–– but I’m already picking out an outfit for you to wear in my head.”

“You know what? You guys are right,” you look down at your phone which was locked from inactivity. “I’m just gonna do it.” With slightly shaking hands, you text Harry back as your roommates watch over your shoulder:

‘That sounds great! Pick a time and a place and I’m there :)’

Not a lot of things made you nervous. You weren’t nervous when you packed up everything you owned and moved across the country to a city you’d never been to before. You weren’t nervous moving into an apartment with two girls you’d never met in your life. However, you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest sitting in the restaurant waiting for Harry.

He’d suggested a place you’d never been to before— a Cuban/Mexican fusion place that he swore had the best fish tacos. You had to beg Iman to drive you to Malibu. She reluctantly took you after you reminded her that she was the reason you were going on this “date” in the first place. Out of fear of being late and keeping Harry waiting, you were painfully early. Your waiter had to have come up to the small table you were sat at in the corner at least three times to see if you were ready to order.

When Harry walked in, he quickly scanned the restaurant before his eyes landed on yours. He pushes his sunglasses atop his head as he makes his way over to you.

“Aminah,” he says cheerily once he’s almost to you. “Been here long? I didn’t mean to keep y’waitin’.” He glances down at his watch, a troubled expression on his face.

“Oh no, you’re fine,” you respond. “I’m just a little early. My roommate dropped me off early because she had to go home and get ready for work.”

“That was nice of her,” he smiles. “So, how about those pictures, hmm?”

You nod, reaching next to you to grab your laptop from its case. “I didn’t do much to them, honestly. Just messed around with the exposure a little bit. They’re nothing special.” You felt the need to create a disclaimer before showing Harry your work. He waves his hand, dismissing your insecurities.

“I have a feeling they came out amazing. You’re incredibly talented,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him and he immediately turns red, shifting his gaze down.

“How do you know I’m talented if I haven’t shown you anything yet?”

Harry’s quiet for a second before clearing his throat. “I may have… searched you up?”

You can’t help yourself. You throw your head back in the middle of the restaurant, letting out a loud laugh. “You’re serious? You searched me up?”

“Heyyyyy,” he drawls, running his fingers through his hair. “Are you laughin’ at me, Aminah?”

“I just find it a little funny that an actual superstar is Googling me,” you explain. You were trying to resist the urge to burst out laughing again because you could tell he was a little embarrassed.

“Yeah, come off it,” he mutters, a small smile filling his face. “Lemme see those pictures.”

You give Harry a coy smile before opening up your laptop and connecting it to your hotspot. You quickly navigate to the folder you created just for the pictures you took of Harry (with a few of Iman and Serena sprinkled in so he wouldn’t find it weird).

“Like I said, I’m sure you’ve seen better,” you mumble, double-clicking the folder. You turn to look at him as it enlarges on your screen, making the contents of it known. He licks his lip and leans back slightly, squinting his eyes.

“Can y’make that one a bit bigger?” he questions, pointing to a picture of himself. You open up a picture of Harry with his back facing the water, arms spread wide and head pointed up towards the sky. “Quite like how I look in this one.”

“Really?” you give him a quizzical look. “This one was one of my least favorites.”

“Oi,” Harry pouts and places his hand over his chest, feigning offense. “I don’t think I look that bad, Aminah.”

“That’s not what I meant!” you exclaim. Some people turn to look at the two of you and you throw your hand over your mouth, feeling your body heat up. “That’s not what I meant. I just meant the lighting was terrible.”

Harry lightly chuckles. “‘M messin’ with you, Aminah. I think it’s a lovely photo. Would probably look better if I wasn’t in it messin’ up your shot but we’re working with what we have, huh?”

“What do you mean? You look amazing,” you feel the need to reassure Harry even though you’re sure he’d be just fine if he didn’t hear it from you.

“Thank you, Aminah,” he clears his throat and you notice that the tip of his ears is starting to grow red again. “Did you order already? ‘M tellin’ you, those fish tacos are no joke.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Yeah, not a fan of seafood.”

“Really? You seemed excited when I mentioned the tacos when we were texting about where to go the other day! You said ‘sounds good’ with exclamation marks,” he informs you, making eye contact with the waiter who kept checking on you earlier and politely waving him over. As soon as he gets to the table you can tell he knows who Harry is and he looks at you, confusion on his face.

“Can we get two waters, please? Are you ready to order, Aminah?”

“Yeah, can I just get the grilled veggie tacos?” you ask the waiter politely, closing your menu. “Oh, and a side of the plantains too.” He nods and scribbles down your order, turning to Harry.

“For you, Mr. Styles?”

Harry lets out a breathy chuckle. “Uh, I usually go with your guys’ fish tacos–– they’re amazing, by the way…,” he trails off, looking down at the menu. “You know what? I’ll have what she’s havin’.”

The waiter grabs your menus and gives you both a polite smile, telling you he’d be right back with your drinks.

“Does that happen a lot?”

“What’s that?” Harry asks, eyes re-trained on your laptop.

“The ‘Mr. Styles’ thing?”

He looks away from the screen and at you, cracking a small smile. “Not as often as you’d think. Can you make that one bigger?” Harry points a ringed finger to another picture of him. This time he’s sitting on his brightly colored beach towel, leaning back on his hands to support his body weight.

You wordlessly comply, watching the photograph flood the screen as you double-click it. “I like this one the most I think.” You tell him.

“Why’s tha’? Is it cause my face isn’t in it?”

“Stop it!” you whisper-shout, groaning in embarrassment. “That’s not what I meant! I just like how the ocean is out of focus but you’re in focus.”

“Jus’ givin’ you a hard time again, Aminah,” he says with a laugh. “I like this one a lot too.”

You continue like this for what has to be at least two hours, only stopping your photograph inspection briefly when your food comes. You and Harry don’t stop conversing once–– things just flowed so easily with him. You didn’t want the afternoon to end.

“I can pay for my own tacos,” you tell him with a laugh, digging in your bag for your wallet. “They weren’t that expensive.”

“Let me,” he insists, digging in his pocket for his wallet. “‘M the one that insisted we eat here and had ya come all the way from Downtown. It’s the least I can do.”

“Oh shit,” you say quietly, palming your forehead. “I totally forgot I was supposed to request an Uber to get back home. Do you know how much that would cost? I don’t usually use things like this.”

“An Uber?” Harry has a puzzled expression on his face. “I don’t even know if there’s anyone that would be willing to drive from Malibu to Downtown and if they are, it can’t be cheap…”

“I figured it wouldn’t be. It’s just kinda my only option because both of my roommates are at work, so––”

“I could take you home if you’d like?”

“I couldn’t ask you––”

“No, it’s not a problem. If I knew it would be such a pain for you to get home, I definitely would’ve suggested somethin’ closer to you,'' he gives you a dimpled grin. “No worries, Aminah. At least I’ll know for next time.” You smile, looking down at your lap.

“Next time?”

“I mean- well- I- yeah? I had a great time, that’s only if you want to, of course,” he rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish look on his face. “S’also fine if you never wanna see me again. Jus’ tell me to piss off.”

“Do I have the Mr. Styles tripping over his words?” you tease, flashing him a cheeky smile. Harry’s face immediately turns red again.

“Tease me all you want,” he mumbles, signing the receipt the waiter brings back to him. He digs in his wallet and tosses a couple of bills on the table for a tip and you’re not surprised to see they’re large ones. “Do y’wanna get out of here? Someone tipped off the paps.”

“How do you know?”

“That guy sittin’ across the room from us has been sneaking pictures for at least the last twenty minutes.” Harry is very calm when he says this, taking a sip of his water. Your eyes go wide.

“Twenty minutes? Dude, why didn’t you say anything earlier?” you feel yourself growing flustered as you put your laptop back in its case, shoving it in your tote bag.

“Because dude,” Harry mocks, humor lacing his voice. “I didn’t want you to freak out like you’re doin’ right now. It’s no big deal Aminah, I promise. Let’s just get goin’?” Harry’s tone is calm yet firm, but it helps you to relax. If he wasn’t worried about paparazzi seeing you with him, why should you be?

He instructs for you to follow him and to keep your head down, warning you there may be people waiting outside. He thanks the hostess on his way out, grabbing a small handful of mints in the process. Once out the doors you hear a few clicks and shutters of cameras but per Harry’s advice, you keep your head down. Your eyes are trained on his beat-up Vans are you focus on not tripping over your own feet and embarrassing yourself in front of him and a few paparazzi.

“Keep your head down until we’re outta here,” he mutters, opening the passenger door for you. Even when he slams the door shut, you can still hear cameras and feel eyes on you. He gets in the car a few seconds later and immediately starts it, wordlessly looking behind him to make sure it’s clear for him to back out. Once he’s out of the lot you hear him let out an audible sigh of relief. “All good for you to stretch your neck now.” You look up at him, rolling your neck.

“Was worried I was gonna get stuck like that,” you joke. “You handled that really well. I’m impressed.”

“Eh,” he sounds nonchalant. “Been doin’ this for ten years. ‘M used to it. Hats off to you though, Aminah. If I didn’t know any better I would say you’ve dealt with paparazzi before.” You know he’s joking but you still feel your head growing big from the compliment.

“I guess I just don’t wanna see pictures of me all over Twitter later today,” you respond, shrugging your shoulders. “That would be kinda weird.”

Harry lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Trust me, you’ll be seeing yourself later. Not the worst thing fo’ me, though. At least I’m getting photographed next to a beautiful woman.” You glance at him out of the corner of your eye and can see his deep dimples.

“You’re just being nice.” You answer after a moment of silence. Harry hums in response.

“It’s just the truth,” he pauses. “What music do y’like to listen to?”

“I’ll listen to anything. I don’t really have a preference.”

“Do you listen to my music?” Harry diverts his eyes away from the road to look at you. He has an expression on his face that you can’t quite read.

“Against my will, yeah. Watermelon Sugar and Adore You are on everytime I turn on KIIS FM, so…”

“Aminah, you love to hurt me don’t you? You minx,” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “Those songs do get a lot of radio play though, don’t they?”

“I’m joking, Harry! I do listen to your music,” you feel a little embarrassed admitting that because you didn’t want him to think you were like, obsessed, with him. “My roommate Serena is a big fan so I’m always hearing your music around our apartment.”

Harry beams at this. “Well, that’s lovely. I’ll have to remember that when it’s time for my LA shows.”

Los Angeles traffic did as Los Angeles traffic does, and you were stuck in the car for over an hour.

By the time Harry was turning onto your street to drop you off, you were starting to grow anxious. You knew the socially acceptable thing to do when someone drove you around places was offer them gas money, but was Harry expecting that? Would it be rude if you didn’t? Would it be weird if you did?

“It’s coming up on the left,” you say quietly, nodding your head in the direction of your complex. Harry nods and slows down his car, pulling over to the side. He puts his car in park and unbuckles his seatbelt, turning to face you.

“I had a great time today, Aminah. Sorry I had you meet me so far away.” he apologizes.

“It’s no problem,” you assure him. “That place was really good! I’m glad you introduced it to me. I’ll have to go back with my roommates soon.”

“I bet they’ll like it,” he drums his fingertips against the steering wheel. “Can I walk you to your door?”

“You don’t have to, Harry,” you point. “It’s right there, super close. Only if you want to.”

“I want to.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt. “Then sure.”

Harry quickly gets out of the car and runs around to your side, opening your door before you can even gather up your bag. He cautions you to watch your step as you get out of the car and you step out, giving him a small smile. The hot sun beats down on the back of your neck and the top of your head, making you feel even warmer than you were already feeling from the fact that Harry wanted to walk you to your door. He comments on how your apartment isn’t even that far from Malibu but the traffic makes it feel like it’s a continent away, and you nod in agreement.

“Oh, totally,” you reply. “I thought New York traffic was horrible but at least it was really easy to walk everywhere. Everything’s so spread out here.” You abruptly stop walking as you approach the door of your apartment.

“You weren’t kidding,” he laughs. “Your apartment was close by.”

“Yeah…,” you shift from foot to foot, slightly uncomfortable. “I don’t really know the etiquette for this but like, can I offer you some gas money or anything? I just feel bad that you had to go so out of your way.”

“Oh none of that, Aminah,” he has an amused look on his face. “Come on, now. ‘M more than happy to help.”

You smile. “I figured you would say no but I still thought I should ask.” You tuck a flyaway curl behind your ear and look away. Harry clears his throat, looking down.

“Well, I guess I’ll get goin’,” he looks back up at you. “I’ll see you another time then? Hopefully soon?”

“I’d like that,” you respond. “Thank you again for lunch and everything, Harry.”

Harry tells you again that it was his pleasure. As you turn to walk the few steps to your door, he calls out your name. You quickly turn around, eyebrow quirked.

“Do y’think you can send me those photographs you took? I think I look bloody fantastic”

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