#i can’t think of anything else i like for him aghhh

[fun-eralsss]

i know nobody’s gonna care abt this but i’m changing ivan’s name to mike, i think it suits him more

[mqdilen]

⭒ .๋ ࣭ ⊹ ˖ 「𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.」

fandom.: bungou stray dogs

synopsis.: you play dumb so dazai explains things to you while you get turned on by it (hot mansplaining, basically)

pairing.: dazai osamu x gn!reader

cw.: !nsfw!, no established relationship, oral sex (dazai ⇢ receiving), vulgar language

genre.: one-shot, no second part

word count.: 1.7k (approximate reading time: six minutes)

note.: AGHHH happy birthday to my sweet angel. (i love dazai more than i love myself) it’s been so long since i’ve posted something, but please, bear with me. i’ve been very busy lately! this one is pretty tame ngl and it is slightly different to my usual writing style, but i just wanted to write something lighthearted, since this stuff comes easier. also, to the anon that requested a yosano fanfic where she’s obsessed with reader’s breast, i haven’t forgotten about you, i promise. (i’m actually so hyped to write this, i just need a good opening.) following updates on my profile!

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ah, yes, the armed detective agency.

a place full of peculiar minds and dangerous talents, wrapped in coats of good intentions. no one who knows this organization would dare say that it is incompetent or that its detectives are stupid. eccentric, though? oh, definitely.

yet their most innocent member wouldn’t be considered unintelligent either. each and every one of them, including you, has something that characterizes them: a keen intuition like no other, to a greater or lesser extent.

naturally, among your coworkers, there are people whose minds surpass average intelligence, and osamu dazai is one of them. even though it is sometimes hard for you to associate mental agility with dazai—due to his constant childish behavior and his obsession with hiding his true personality under a mask of laziness—you can’t deny that he is terrifyingly smart.

and he is smooth at switching his attitude in just a second, too—going from whining to becoming the strategist able to anticipate the resolution of a series of catastrophic events and how to avoid them. it is intoxicating to see when his smile drops to reveal the seriousness and sharpness he pretends not to possess.

at the same time... well, you also can’t deny that you have a bit of a weakness for men who can blow your mind with nothing but their brain. and dazai, with that quiet, terrifying brilliance of his, has made you think about kneeling between his legs while he maps out some impossibly complex plan more times than you’d like to admit.

still, if there is anything hotter than listening to him explain something, it is listening to him explain it to you. the way his voice lowers just a little, how he leans casually against the nearest surface as he patiently walks you through the answer… it always makes you sigh.

it amuses dazai, really. how someone like you, so sharp, so self-sufficient, still gravitates toward him. he’d caught it early on. the way your breathing changes when he stands too close. the look of adoration in your eyes when he does something you deem clever. the way your pupils dilate when his voice drops to explain something. he sees it all. he always does.

he just pretends not to.

but today? today, he feels indulgent. so when you ask him to explain something fairly simple while everyone else is out for lunch, he doesn’t object.

“here,” he says, leaning in just close enough for his breath to fan your cheek, his palm braced on the desk beside you. he immediately notices how you squeeze your thighs together.

“you need to write that the hostage-taker panicked after his ability triggered unintentionally. add that he didn’t understand the full extent of its effect…”

it wasn’t hard for dazai to realise what you were doing, feigning ignorance on a task you have done thousands of times before. a small smile momentarily crosses his lips, thinking of all the times you looked for an excuse to ask him things.

once again, no one is a fool in the armed detective agency, and you are no exception to the rule—usually being a quick thinker. but you don’t even bother to hide the fact that the report is about a case you resolved two days ago. flawlessly, in fact. it is almost as if you want him to notice. or perhaps... you really aren’t all that smart after all.

your head tilts ever so slightly, as if absorbing the information. but your mind is somewhere else. you glance up at him in confusion, your body tense like it is anticipating something.

dazai smirks quietly to himself. you aren’t fooling anyone. not him, least of all. he has seen this game before, and you are playing it beautifully.

playing dumb? just for the excuse to hear his voice this close?

tsk. naughty.

he lets the silence stretch, watching you chew the inside of your cheek and furrow your brows unconvincingly. then, slowly, dazai shifts. his fingers brush your chin, angling your face toward him with surprising tenderness.

“my, my,” he murmurs, his voice low, silken. “you’re not usually this clumsy. and this isn’t your first report, is it?”

you blink up at him, wide-eyed, guilty in the way only someone caught red-handed can be.

he chuckles softly, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “so… you’re doing this on purpose, huh?”

his tone drops an octave—no longer teasing, not quite threatening, but laced with something else. lust, perhaps?

and just like that, your body betrays you before you even have the chance to stop it. another subtle squeeze of your thighs. a shift in your posture. your composure fractures, and dazai, ever the observer, drinks it all in like fine wine.

before you can respond, he has you standing, pressed up against the edge of your desk with such fluid grace you barely register how you got there. he presses his body against yours, the bulge in his pants noticeable. perhaps he, too, has a weakness for clueless and clumsy pretty little things like you.

“who would’ve thought?” he muses, lips ghosting over your cheek. “our always so independent, so composed newest addition… pretending to be helpless just for a sliver of attention.”

dazai reaches past you, lifting the half-finished report between two fingers. his eyes skim the page like it is some kind of performance. he already knows what it says. he probably knew it before you even typed it out.

“you wanna play dumb, huh?” he says, finally looking at you. his gaze is sharp, piercing. like he can read every secret you try to hide. “then i’ll gladly treat you like you’re dumb.”

“kneel.”

it isn’t an order shouted out loud. it is spoken low, languid, with the cool authority of someone who already knows they’ll be obeyed. he doesn’t force you. he doesn’t need to. it is all there in his voice, in his posture, in the very way he smiles down at you like a man who’s just checkmated someone three moves ago.

“let’s see if that mouth of yours is good for something other than pretending.”

your heart is beating faster in response to his words, and if it weren’t for dazai standing so close—close enough for you to feel him, smell him—you could swear this would be another one of your dreams. but it’s not. so you waste no time lowering yourself to your knees in front of him.

he watches you carefully, breath catching as your fingers work at the buckle of his belt. at least you know how to open this damn thing. otherwise, he might have started doubting if you really are pretending.

his cock twitches as soon as you free it from its confines. the tip is flushed, and he’s already leaking an embarrassing amount of precum. you drag your lips over the length of him, slow and deliberate, pressing a kiss to the vein running underneath before wrapping your mouth around the tip.

dazai bites down on his bottom lip, thighs tensing as he resists the urge to thrust his hips forward and bury himself deep in your throat. instead, he swallows the groan that’s about to escape his lips, reaching out to thread his fingers through your hair slowly, almost gently.

“what a pretty sight you are…” he breathes out, voice wavering ever so slightly. “need an explanation for that too? or should i show you instead?” his grip tightens just a bit as he guides your head forward, working his cock deeper past your lips.

your throat tightens around him, and you let out a sound that’s something between a choked moan and a whine. somehow, the way he speaks to you—gentle, but with that quiet condescension—makes you grow so much more desperate. your fingers dig into the bandages around his hips as you take him fully into your mouth, your lips flush to his pelvis.

he lets out something soft and shaky himself, head falling forward as he watches your throat struggle to adjust to him. his grip loosens, and he strokes your hair gently, silently beckoning you to look up at him. your lashes flutter as you meet his gaze, eyes wide and glassy with tears that roll steadily over your cheeks.

beautiful, he thinks hazily. but even dazai knows this is dangerous ground. if anyone were to see or hear you, you'd never hear the end of it.

he jerks forward suddenly, hips pushing in deeper. he hears you gag around him, more tears spilling as you let out a choked sob. his hand drops, and he caresses your cheek in apology, clumsily wiping away some of your tears.

the sight of you on your knees for him—tear-streaked, lips swollen and wet, jaw aching as you take him down your throat—is almost enough to send him spiraling over the edge. almost. eventually, you begin to move, each time taking him deeper. the wet sounds echo off the walls, making the moment feel that much more intense.

dazai is hardly able to muffle the moan that slips past his lips as the tight knot in his abdomen snaps. black dots blur his vision, and his eyes flutter shut momentarily as he takes a light step back. it’s almost too much for him. his whole body tenses as he cums down your throat, watching intently as you struggle to swallow everything.

it takes a minute for dazai to regain some semblance of control over himself. by the time he does, you’re standing on shaky legs and tucking his sensitive cock back into his pants. his hazy gaze focuses on your face once more. your lips are wet and swollen, and your eyes are still glassy. he wipes away the remaining tears before leaning in close again.

“turns out you’re not as dumb as i thought,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “maybe i should explain things to you more often, hm?”

a faint smirk curls his mouth as he steps back, gaze sweeping over you like he’s still memorizing the moment. and right on cue, kunikida walks back into the office, punctual to the second as usual.

it shouldn’t surprise you. of course dazai kept track of the time. of course he knew. but somehow, that only makes it hotter.

it’s only when you’re fully upright that you realize just how wet you are and how worked up he’s left you.

how cruel of him, really… for not indulging your needs in return, even though you did such an amazing job.

↪thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! MLIST

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[cloverapple]

do you have anymore advice? your post helped me so much pls I need more

The Restaurant Analogy For Reality Shifting

Aghhh I told myself I wasn’t going to post anything else, yet here I am XD. Hopefully this is helpful.

You already know how to shift. “Oh, but I—” nope. Nope. You already know how to shift. How do I know that? Because shifting is simply the act of becoming aware of your desired reality. And how do you become aware? By focusing, by choosing what you want to become aware of. When your focus and intention are aligned with your DR, you’re already shifting.

“But the symptoms—“

Oh to grab and politely shake you until you realize that “becoming aware of XYZ” is merely focusing on that thing, becoming aware of it. Are you laying there focusing on your DR? Congratulations, you’ve become aware of your DR.

(There’s a very popular post on here (that I can’t find rn bc I’m rushing as I type this) that states your awareness shifts first and then your senses follow. I cannot stress enough how true that is.)

When you lay down to shift, you don’t need to overcomplicate it. Just focus on your DR and allow it to come to you. Let yourself shift. Sure, allowing it might involve slipping into an altered state of consciousness, using methods, counting or affirming—if that feels natural to you in the moment. But ultimately, it comes down to self-trust. Your mind already knows how to shift. Maybe your issue is that you just need to step out of your own way and let it happen. Which in that case:

Deciding to shift is like deciding to go to a restaurant and sitting down.

Choosing your DR is like selecting a meal from the menu.

Letting your subconscious do the work is like trusting the chef in the kitchen to cook your meal.

What happens next? Inevitably, the chef brings out your meal—you become aware of your DR.

Now, what NOT to do:

You don’t march into the kitchen and grab the ingredients from the chef. You don’t argue with them about how they’re making your meal. Your chef, your mind, knows how to cook. You don’t pace back and forth from the kitchen to your table, spiraling in doubt, wallowing in self-pity, or crying to everyone in the restaurant about how you’ll never get your food and how you’re doomed to starve. You don’t leave the restaurant altogether. You sit down, relax, and trust the process.

“But what if my meal takes a year, or two, or even more?”

Well, think about it—what have you been doing during that time? Have you been running into the kitchen? Losing faith in the chef? Accusing him of not knowing how to cook? Your beliefs shape your reality. What you believe—what you truly believe—is what manifests.

This even applies to the “restaurant.” If you believe your meal will take forever, it will. If you believe the chef isn’t cooking, they won’t be. If you believe you’ll never get your meal, then you probably won’t.

But that’s the beauty of going to the restaurant. No matter how much you doubt, the meal comes eventually. Why else would you have sat down at the restaurant?

And there’s another thing: some meals may take longer, and that’s completely fine. Even if you’ve been patiently sitting here waiting for it and it’s been taking forever in your mind, that’s completely fine. Let go of this atattchment you have to time.

So what if the meal took a year to reach your table? 2 years? 3 years? 4 years? 5 years? Has all that time passed since you’re reading this? Awesome! So why are you still focused on it?

All the time you’ve spent shifting, you will get back and more once you start shifting. 2 years? You gain it back. 3 years? Back into your hand it goes. 4 years? There it is again. 5 years? You got it back.

Focus on the now; sit at the restaurant, enjoy the live music, talk to other patrons, flip through the menu and browse because maybe you want to change your meal or try an appetiser.

“Changing the meal (my DR) means it’s going to take even longer!”

Who told you that? I don’t know what kind of cooking you guys are doing IRL, but afaik, if the stove is already on and the pan is warm, searing that stake is going to be just as quick.

“Clover, but you just implied that arguing with the chef messes with your meal!”

Arguing with the chef (your subconscious) is very different from politely poking your head through the kitchen doors and informing him that you want a different meal.

“But how do I focus on my DR?”

I love this question! When you’re sitting at the table, expecting your meal, what are you doing? You’re probably thinking about your food—imagining the flavors, the texture, the sensations of eating it, the satisfaction of finally having it. That’s how you focus on your DR.

When you’re laying there doing your shifting process, think about what it feels like to be in your DR. Use your senses. Imagine the smells, the sounds, the things you’d touch, the things you’d hear. Visualize, ground yourself, and do what feels natural for you. There’s no right or wrong way to focus—just let yourself become immersed in the idea of your DR and trust it’s coming to you.

What you need to do is simple: select your meal, sit down, and know that it’s coming. I’m not even telling you to wait for it—just know that it’s already on its way. The moment you ordered, it became yours. That’s all there is to it.

[sharkorok]

yeonjun w/ an inexperienced s.o

a/n: yooo the legendary yeonjun pic :P, anyways i decided to just follow the oldest member pattern I hope that’s ok anonnie :>

requested: yes!! thank uuu

tw/genre: cursing, fluff, campus au ig(?), fboi yeonjun kinda not really, insecurities so like minimal angst I suppose, tell me if I missed anything :]

•-•-•-•-•-•

-ok so yeonjun. practically everyone has had a crush on him at least two times in their life

-you’ve heard of his charms and smooth-talking and thanked god every day he’s never talked to you because PHEW you had no idea how to respond to that holy moly

-ok once again we are at a party and yeonjun sees you and thinks ur super duper pretty and he’s like “omg isn’t that the person who made someone cry because they responded to ‘i love you’ w thanks?”

-and that only happened because you didn’t know to respond with “i love you too” or “aww thanks” so whateves but you’re pretty notorious for being clumsy with relationships and avoiding getting into them

-so he walks up to you and is like “hey” w rizz and he finds your awkwardness both endearing and refreshing

-the crowd he hangs around with are familiar with sucking up to people or being charming, being automatically magnetic, and in the nicest way possible you weren’t really like that

-but you two become friends and date congrats

-he thinks you’re the cutest ever like genuinely

-maybe it’s the virgo in him but he likes teaching you things or at least helping you through them

-like your first proper kiss or make out or whatever, he walks you through it without making it awkward or patronizing and you appreciate that

-he’s very open about your relationship, he wants you to know he doesn’t care if anyone has nasty opinions on the two of you, he’s proud to show you off

-lowk tho i do feel like he gets insecure if you don’t express your love or affection for him but he also understands so he’s super conflicted and aghhh

-but then ur friend is like “what about gift giving or expressing love in your own way?” and ur like “omg ur so right?”

-and so everyday you write sticky notes or little letters reminding him of all the reasons why you love him, or you do tiny acts and you explain “until I get more comfortable I want to show you I love you in my own way” and he cries

-like he actually cries it was kinda awkward but sweet at the same time, he really appreciates you making an effort for him

-so after that he really cherishes ur little expressions of love :) and then gets pissed if anyone says u don’t treat him right

-because nuh uh yes u do, in ur own way

-likes to fluster you on purpose though, thinks you look cutest when you’re flustered and confused

-he won’t make fun of you but he’ll tease you for sure (if ur ok with it), but he always somehow compliments you too??

-“how can someone as gorgeous as you be so inexperienced with relationships?” and ur not sure whether you feel called out or flattered

-takes you on lots and lots of dates so you can experience what it’s like having a nice boyfriend who’s good to you! he’ll make sure this relationship will be the standard and more for any future partners u have.

-(not like you’ll have anyone else you’re too in love w him)

-never misses a beat with you, because he’s so good at conversation and being a flirt it doesn’t matter if you can’t reciprocate cuz he’ll just carry the convo lol

-“uhhh thanks for the flowers yeonjun :]” i love u too.” “yo whaaaat” and he just winks and kisses ur cheek

-what a weird couple, anyways

-he likes to push you a little bit, not really for your relationship but because it’s amusing

-like if you want physical affection but feel too shy to ask for it he’ll play dumb until you get all pouty and sulky

-“please give me a kiss oh my god jun” “shshsh I’m sorry I was joking!!”

-one time at a party this girl was hardcore flirting with yeonjun and talking about how she LOVESSS pda and how she’s SOOO EXPERIENCED and how she knows how to treat a man and she’s doing this all in front of you, rlly testing your patience

-yeonjun just rolls his eyes and squeezes your hand that’s loosely being held in his, but before he knows it you dragged him by the collar to give him a kiss

-if love isn’t ur fuel for confidence, jealousy and spite sure is

-“good thing I have a partner who treats me perfectly,” yeonjun says after you do your little smooch n she’s so pissed ur giggling

-yeonjun always is like “You don’t have to,” or “take your time,” and “only if you want to, ok?”

-so you don’t have to worry about meeting his expectations, the only way to disappoint is if you don’t feel comfortable enough setting boundaries and then he’s disappointed in the both of you

-makes u feel like the safest ever but also so flustered and giddy

-ok bye I’m devastated why r u so cute in these

[nero-vanderwolf]

August 21, 2010 

Tatsumi Port Memorial Hospital 

“...Hey, guys.” 

Junpei sits down in the cold plastic chair beside the twins. Their heart monitors beep in unison like always. Their chests rise and fall in unison like always. There’s no response from either of them. Like always. 

“Uh... Just wanted to catch you two up. Akihiko and Shinjiro-senpai moved out of the dorms and got an apartment. After Ken finishes out elementary school, he and Koro-chan are gonna move in with ‘em.” 

He pauses. He doesn’t know why, it’s not like they’ll suddenly open their eyes and listen to him. He isn’t even sure if they can hear him now. 

“Yuka-tan is the head of the archery club now. She says it gets pretty stressful sometimes, but I think she enjoys it anyways. Y’know... It’s kinda funny. She told me she only joined so she could fight Shadows, but she’s stayin’ in the club anyways.” 

Another pause. Another moment of crippling realisation that they may never hear him again. Another deep breath. 

“Uh- I brought my grades up! Y’know, I think all that shit with the Fall kinda helped get my head outta my ass. I may not like studying or homework, but sometimes you gotta grit your teeth and do the crap you don’t wanna do. Like fight Shadows.” 

He laughs. It doesn’t sound right to his own ears. It grates at his throat. How dare he laugh, how dare he joke, when the two people he cared about most, who sacrificed themselves for him and the others, lay there hooked up to machines just to survive? 

How dare he be anything at all when there are others who have suffered more? 

...He recalls something Kotone told him once, while he was grieving Chidori so long ago. 

“You held her dear to you, and she traded her life for yours. That’s not something to be taken lightly, or joked about. You’re allowed to grieve, Junpei, and if you don’t give yourself the time to process and mourn, I’m gonna kick your ass.” 

He held the twins dear to him. Still does, really. They traded their lives for his, and the others’. It’s hard to make jokes about it, even after all these months. But he’s allowed to grieve- allowed to mourn their lives and the crushing fact that they had used themselves as a barrier between Nyx and the world. 

If he didn't take his time like this, someone from S.E.E.S would kick his sorry ass. Probably Shinjiro-senpai and all his terrifying, comforting glory. 

“What else... Oh, yeah! Fuuka has gotten way better at cooking. Honestly, it’s kinda a shame you guys can’t taste her cooking- Shinjiro-senpai might have some serious competition soon! Well- okay, maybe not, but I’m serious! She’s, like, taken over Shinjiro-senpai’s role since he left.” 

Junpei chuckles, remembering when she was first learning to cook. She had accidentally set the dorm kitchen on fire, and made it worse by throwing water on the grease. Now, she could easily whip up whatever someone was craving, and had made Shinjiro-senpai proud when she (successfully) improvised a recipe. 

“There... Isn’t really that much left to say. Aigis misses you two a lot, but since we’re all gonna be so busy, we won’t be able to visit for a while. So once we’re all settled, and we have some time, we’ll visit again. Okay? Take care, dudes. Love ya.” 

There’s still time left in visitation, he could stay and talk about him following his baseball dreams, or Mitsuru and Yukari finally getting their heads out of their asses and getting together, or Ken asking him if he knows any other words for ‘Dad’ for “no reason in particular”. 

But he leaves it all unsaid. He’ll tell them next time he sees them. He promised, after all. 

THE PREVIOUS KOTONE AND JUNPEI INTERACTION FIC IS RELATED TO THIS ONE HOLY SHIT!!!!!! KOTONE TELLING JUNPEI ITS OK TO GRIEVE IS REAL!!!! AGHHGHGHHHHAHAHHHH..... AND AKISHINJI MOVING IN WITH KEN AND KOROMARU!!! THE FAMILY!!!!!! aghhh but also junpei being scared of losing the twins. he'd probably be scared considering everything that's happened. so many people died and junpei is probably most scared since he lost chidori.... aaaghhh............

[redeemedbytheking]

also, did Belle and Maurice ever celebrate mother's day even though Maria wasn't there? did Belle do anything special for her papa since he was all she had?

aghhh!! at first, i don’t think so. it’s all just too hard for maurice.

and for a while that’s fine, when belle is so little, she doesn’t Know what holidays are, if her father doesn’t explain them. but eventually she gets old enough to hear about it from others in the village, so maurice can’t hide it anymore. i think it makes belle sad, especially when she asks about maria and maurice kind of closes up about it. it’s always so tough for her, because she doesn’t understand like, the concepts of grief and trauma yet, so she ends up feeling like she hurt her father’s feelings by bringing it up.

slight tangent, but, i remember a scene i wrote once where belle, as a kid, randomly asked what time she was born (it came up in a book she read). and maurice said “sunset” automatically, because he was working on an art piece and not thinking. he added “i remember the sun was just setting when the midwife came looking for me.” but the moment he says it, he realizes he’s opened such a floodgate for his curious daughter. she’s immediately like “looking for you?? where were you?? and where was i??” and suddenly he’s confronted with thinking about that beautiful moment when he saw his maria holding their precious girl and he just entirely clams up and is like “i— you were… you were with your mother. it was sunset. i… [sigh] i have to keep working here, belle.” and she’s like :((( she just nods and goes back upstairs. UGH. it’s just tough :(

i think he eventually starts Trying to do something on mother’s day. as time passes, he can start to take himself out of the pain enough to see that just as much as he lost his wife, belle lost her mother. and it’s not fair to her to just… never talk about maria. it’s still difficult!!!! but he can’t erase her, despite how much it hurts. so on later mother’s days, when belle is an older kid/teen, they make a cake with strawberries on it (a special recipe that maria loved the most) and they bake it together and sing songs that maria loved, and maybe maurice shares things about maria, little things, if he’s feeling brave enough. and it’s Tough for maurice, but he just tries to focus on how happy belle is to be celebrating her mama, to be knowing her, even if only through his memories 🤧

i think as a young adult, belle would like, not necessarily get him Gifts, but she’d spend mother’s day just Caring about her papa a little extra. they still make the strawberry cake together, but i don’t know. belle tries not to dwell on her sadness, as she gets older. she tries to be active about it, keep her hands busy, keep her mind busy. so while she Does think about her mother, i think she mostly just feels thankful for her papa. thankful that he’s Been both mother and father to her 🥺 the most incredible parent she could have asked for!!!! so she tries to plan things for them to do together, including baking the cake, and it’s just. ah. it’s a day.

and lastly, i think after adam & belle are married, focus is able to be shifted to like, mrs. potts, and belle soon enough, so it becomes less poignantly about maria’s absence. but i think belle still asks maurice if they can bake that strawberry cake together !!!! and eventually she gets her kiddos in on it too and it just becomes A Thing!! i also think they do something else, but. that’s a fic i wanna write. and it would be too long to explain (i know because i started explaining it and i was like lydia this is too long already, dial it back) so you’ll just have to stay tuned for that one 🤭

[scho17]

Oh that's lovely. The dichotomy of 'my son is dead' and also 'he's right here, he's in my hands and he weighs nothing, he’s cold.' AGHHH Jason who's still in his Robin suit. Throwing up everywhere God I'm so not good. 

JLA, at some point probably: Where’s the other Robin (Jason)?

Robin (Tim): With Uncle Danny.

JLA: Batman has a brother???

Maybe they think its like the bat equivalent of saying that the dog went to the farm the more time goes on. (Read: Where’s Robin (Steph)? Oh, she’s with Uncle Danny!) (granted shes not actually dead but ykwim)

Give me Jason who’s having the time of his unlife in the Ghost Zone. Danny who is very much the cool uncle because he lets Jason do just about anything A, because Jason can’t exactly get hurt anymore, and B, “I thought you’d be taller” fuck you very much Bruce, Danny did get taller. Thank you, Fenton genetics.

Anyways, I’m all about Jason becoming a prince in the Infinite Realms. OHHH Jason doing Knight training with Fright Knight! Jason has as much fun as a murdered fifteen year old can have post-death with his much more emotionally competent side of the family as his support system (everyone say thank you Jazz).

I imagine Dick after his bad spats with Bruce summons Danny (casually because yeah, go on and mundanely call up the king of the infinite realms - somewhere else in the world John Constantine 100% feels stressed out for no particular reason) and is like “how did you put up with him? He must have been such a shitty little brother.” (They haven’t told the kids that, no, they are not in fact blood related. The black hair, blue eyes, built like a brick shit house look post-untransformation really sells it.)

Giggling cause after Danny and Bruce sort out the whole ‘this one just showed up on my door step I swear I didn’t just go and get a new kid on purpose’ thing Danny is one hundred and ten percent seeing Wes in Tim. Like oh yes there’s the conspiracy board mhm mhm.

And then Jason just up and disappears from the Ghost Zone and Danny is stressing the fuck out. How do you tell someone you lost their son? And that, yes, you did lose him for a second time I’m sorry, I’m sorry, he was right there in front of me and then he wasn’t, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Bruce having a whole break down x2 because Jason is gone again. Not even the king of the infinite realms could do anything so really what chance did anyone else ever have? Did he pass on? Did he fade out? 

And then in comes Red Hood. 

An eight year old Bruce Wayne summons Danny (who is 14 at the time, mind you) in the Wayne family manors attic.

Danny: please don't be a cultist please don't be a cultist please don't be a-

Danny:

Danny: That's a child. Why is there a child?

Bruce who honestly didn't expect his great great great great nth grandparents weird ass spellbook bullshit to work: [squinting at Danny in scrutiny] I thought the King of the Dead would be…taller.

Danny: Oh great and now I'm being insulted by a six year old. It's like Young Blood all over again, just more posh. And alive.

[sukuwrites]

Behind Closed Doors - Ira blood

Ira can’t help but be distracted by you during his birthday party, those thoughts only seem to develop more and more throughout the night eventually leading to him having to run upstairs to deal with the fresh tightness in his pants.

CW - Masturbation (M), NSFW, reader is untouched/not present for the sexual scene

words - 2,626

MDNI

The apartment 1031 was never new to the hustle and bustle of a group celebration. Many occasions accounted for such events, holidays, anniversaries, or even just casual hang outs. But today specifically marked the birthday of Ira Blood himself, the apartment’s resident vampire.

As a bit of a shut in, Ira was never the most fond of big celebrations. But it’s not like he was given much of a choice but to participate when he opened the door to find the living room flooded with all sorts of familiar faces. He was initially a bit ticked off by his original plans of bed rotting and video games being changed without his prior knowledge, but any frustration that hit him was swept away immediately when he skimmed the room of faces and landed on one in particular.

You, a somewhat new member of the 1031 family. You and Ira had built up a very close friendship over the time since you’ve met, closer than Ira has ever been with someone before, or at least that’s what he thinks. He feels…off…when he’s around you, he feels something he’s never felt before, something he doesn’t feel around others, just you. You had become somewhat of a favorite part of his daily life, texting daily, even a few good morning and good night texts. It never went all that far, but Ira knew, deep down, he wouldn’t mind if y’all’s relationship went further.

He loosened up after that, accepting his fate that he’s gonna have to run through a sea of conversations and greetings. To him, it was all worth it, because eventually he’ll get to talk to you again.

Ira was stuck in the corner, trapped in a one sided conversation with Lynn that he turned out of a bit ago. Something about becoming older and having responsibilities, Ira wouldn’t really know, his eyes were caught by something else. His chest was met with a familiar tight feeling as he gazed towards you.

You were across the apartment having your own conversation with Lily, looking like you’re having more fun. He allowed his eyes to roam across your body from afar, taking in every curve, every lump, every soft movement you made. It wasn’t until the image of you in a more scandalous context, causing him to jump with surprise.

“Ira, are you listening? This is very useful advice that I’m giving to you.” Lynn lightly scolded as he moved to stand in front of Ira and looked down at him, awaiting an answer.

“aghhh…yeah, yeah, sure. Taxes and stuff, man.” he barely tries to hide any indication that he’s distracted, instead leaning over to get a better look at you from behind Lynn.

Lynn turned in search for whatever was capturing Ira’s attention. His eyes gazed over the sight of you and his sister. He turned back to look at Ira with a softened look and let out a breath before speaking up.

“ahh i see…” a small, polite smile appeared on his face as he rests a hand on the shorter. “I won't nag you for much longer…but if you need advice or anything else, know that i’m always available.”

Ira finally turns to give his full attention to Lynn, shocked by the sudden sweetness of his words.

“a-ah thank you, Mr. Lynn..” He stammers, straightening his back a bit and presenting a small appreciative smile.

Lynn gives one final pat on Ira’s back before moving to converse with someone else, leaving Ira alone. Putting one hand in the pockets of his sweats and reaching the other to scratch his head beneath his beanie , he turned his head to find you again, but you were gone. Lily was busy talking to Neil now, you had long moved on.

A disappointed sigh escaped his lips, begrudgingly deciding to move on and try to find a new distraction from his mind, still hazzed by erotic images of you. A familiar tightness still begins to form in his pants.

Even when in a conversation with another person, throughout the night you had unwillingly remained the center focus for Ira. At first he wanted to get as close to you as possible, as soon as possible, but now he wishes nothing more than to be left alone.

Despite his best efforts, the throbbing in his pants stubbornly growing more intense as the night goes on. All attempts to clear his mind and cleanse it of those lewd thoughts about you having faltered. His mind races more as time goes on, until finally he’s fed up.

Ira made his way through the room, dodging people and making up excuses to not converse, his main goal was to get to his room.

The door knob stood no chance against the tight grip of his hand. Ira swung the door and hastily raced inside before gently slamming it closed, just enough to not make a noise loud enough to be heard by others.

The darkness of his room washed over his heated body, Ira took a moment to observe the familiar sight of the room. Coffin was still up against the wall, his PC setup still in the corner, everything was set in place.

Ira hadn’t spent much time viewing the room before hurriedly shoving the hem of his baggy sweatpants down and allowing his pale palm to grind against the tent in his underwear.

Shoving his back against the door, Ira leaned his head back and let out a long and deep groan at the sudden pressure. A small dark spot can be seen in the fabric, Ira gently moved his thumb to rub over it, sending a shockwave of electric pleasure through his body and up his spine.

“fuckkk….” he moaned as he continued to palm at his strangled erection, reaching his free hand to explore under his sweater to gently caress his stomach and chest, brushing over the soft hairs of his happy trail.

Gentle, circular movements were made against his bulge and the flesh of his torso, the wet spot in his underwear becoming even bigger as precum continues to leak from his dick. Ira moved his finger tips to just barely brush over his nipples, adding on to the shockwave of pleasure soaring through his spine.

The push of fabric from the tight underwear was becoming unbearable and horribly uncomfortable at this point, Ira bucking his hips in both frustration and desperation. The hand on his torso was thrown down to grip the hem of his underwear, pulling it down to scrunch up with his sweatpants.

His slender, pale dick twitched at the sudden touch of cold air, a gentle breeze sending shivers through all of Ira’s nervous system. Buds of pre already dripping from the swollen pink tip. He bit his lip, careful to not puncture it with his fang, before finally wrapping his right hand around the flesh.

“fuh…yess…” his knees were beginning to falter as the pleasure consumed his body. Ira scrunches up his eyes, brows furrowed, he bites his lip harder, fangs beginning to puncture the soft flesh.

With long, deep strokes, Ira imagines all sorts of things he’s been fantasizing about you.

Ira thinks about bending you over his desk, coming at you with slow, yet romantic thrusts. He imagines what your waist would feel like in his hands as he holds you from behind, he imagines what the flesh of your ass would feel like against his pelvis when he connects them.

His strokes become quickened and messier at the thought, throwing his head back further and pushing his back impossibly harder against the door. A stream of groans and moans falling from his swollen lips.

Ira thinks about having you ride him as he lays in his coffin. How he would hold your hips to guide you and help you bounce on his dick. How he would lean up to give you loving kisses and love bites to calm you down if you’re struggling to take him.

Just the thought alone has him dripping even more, the buds of pre dripping into the floor, his hips rapidly rocking back and forth trying to get even more friction out of his tired hands.

His eyes catch a glimpse of a bottle of lotion he had next to his desk, practically scrambling to move from the door and run to get the bottle. Sitting in his chain, he hastily squirts out a fair bit of the product into his hand before immediately getting back to work on his twitching cock.

He spreads the lotion against the skin, switching between fast and slow strokes, watching as the folds of foreskin follow in the direction of each stroke. Erotic slippery noises begin to fill the room, combining with the muffled sound of nearby chatter and music from the party.

Sitting in his chair, he thinks of a new scenario. Closing his eyes, he pictures you on your knees between his open legs on the floor. His swollen tip being licked and kissed by your soft lips. He brushes his thumb over the leaking slit of his dick, pushing aside the bead of pre.

He imagines your big eyes looking up at him, eyelashes fluttering as you take his hardened cock into your mouth. The saliva from your mouth acts as lube to help penetrate the crevice down to your throat, how the red flesh of your mouth would massage every curve and vein across his dick.

He imagines how he could hold your head gently, fingers running between the strands of your hair, softly guiding you up and down his dick, feeling every stroke of your tongue under his cock.

Ira’s hips begin to buck and twitch uncontrollably, a knot beginning to form deep within his stomach, signaling how near his finish is.

“fuck…fuck…guhh…” with each stroke Ira only got louder and louder. His chest rapidly rising and falling, desperate for a fresh breath. Hand frantically pumping his cock faster and faster, pleading for his release.

With twitching eyes, hasty breathing, foggy brain, and overstimulated nervous system, the tightness in his balls snapped and ropes of thick white semen spurts out from his engorged and abused pink tip.

Ira grips the arm rests of his chair, hips rising up from the seat, eyes shut tightly, jaw slacked open as he moans your name.

“fuck y/n….” the ropes of fresh cum bursting and landing onto the fabric of his sweatpants.

Ira sat back down in his chair and finally released his now flaccid dick from his hands. Sweat dripping down his face and neck, Ira takes deep breaths as he rides out the clarity.

his clean hand moves to rub over his slack face and run through his hair, trying to snap himself back to reality. With a short grunt, Ira repositions himself to sit up, looking down to see the fresh stains from his release on his sweatpants.

Ira moves to get up and make his way towards his dresser, dick still lazily hanging out as he moves. He grips the hem of his dirtied underwear and pants and pulls them down, replacing them both with fresh pairs.

A knock at his door steals him from his thoughts, startling him enough to make him jump. Frantically, he moves to finish adjusting himself and making sure he looks presentable before opening the door.

You stood at the door with a bag in hand. Ira’s eyes widened as the sight of you just reminded him of the past 30 minutes or so. The memories of his touch and fantasies about you rush through his mind before he lightly shakes his head to clear it.

“h-hey man! sorry i left…needed a break..” he greets with his usual calm expression and signature smirk, trying his best to present normal despite the sweat still visible on his face.

“I totally get that, I was actually wondering if I could do the same but…” you trail off, hand moving to scratch the back of your neck as you look away awkwardly with a small blush smeared across your cheeks, “if you’re….busy then…”

Ira’s eyes widened and heart sank to his feet at the realization that you could’ve heard him through the walls. His jaw dropped and soon he was also flushed In the face.

Silence filled the space between you, the only thing that could be heard was the remaining muffled voices and music from downstairs, that is until you spoke up again.

“So uh…you’ve been thinking about me?” you ask timidly, still looking away, not daring to move and accidentally make eye contact.

Ira’s head shoots towards you, shockwaves run up his spine and up to his lips as he begins blurting out excuses. “N-no that was just-you know! it’s not what it sounded like! i was just rela-” his voice was cut off by yours.

“I feel the same.”

It was as if the whole world froze when he heard those words fall from your mouth, the blood in his face deepening.

“I….you’ve really…?” Ira stares at your awaiting an answer. Mind practically blank as a result of the shock.

You stare up at him, eyes finally meeting. He always admired how beautiful your eyes were. He loved to look out how light bounced off of them when yall would hang out together.

After a moment you finally spoke up, “really, i mean it. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while but was too scared….” you rubbed your neck for a moment, “but…you know…I guess i don’t have to worry about it anymore.” you said with a smile.

“ah yeah I…i’ve been holding it in for a while. If that’s not weird to say!” His thoughts were swiftly discarded when he felt a pair of hands meet his chest. Looking down to be met by you staring up at him.

The tension between you both on the doorway only grew, but with lazily half lidded eyes and soft blushes, the gap between your faces only closed further. The more Ira pushed, the more his eyes shut, until he felt a pair of soft lips meet his.

The kiss is short, nothing but soft and tenderness fueled by the already lingering tension. Head leaning to the side to get a better angle, hands moving to hold each other’s waists, pulling closer until your torsos are flushed against each other.

This wasn’t the confession Ira had imagined, hell, he wasn’t even sure if there ever was gonna be a confession, but if all it took was to jerk off and moan loudly to get to this point then he supposed it was okay in the end.

Your faces finally pulled away from each other. Ira’s head leaned back, his face adorned with a flustered look, giggling like he was drunk, a hand moving to cover his face in embarrassment. You wrapped your arms around his neck in retaliation, pulling him back.

“Awww, you flustered?” You cooed in his ear before giving him more soft kisses around his jaw and chin, lips getting scratched with the hair of his stubble. Ira’s shaking hands moving to rest on your hips.

“Noooooo…” his attempt at nonchalance, failing almost immediately , his own heartbeat outing him as it raced loudly, loud enough for you to notice.

The moment shared by the two of you was nothing but sweet kisses, loving glances, and gentle touches. Ira pushed his forehead against yours with his hands still gripping at your hips.

“Wanna come inside?” he asked, voice lower than intended but it worked out in his favor when he felt your weight push into him, leading the two of you back into his room.

Capturing each other’s lips into a new kiss, Ira frantically closed the door behind you, leaving the two of you finally alone.

[ssamie]

paper rings.

·˚ ༘⌗ chinen miya x gn!reader

·˚ ༘⌗ childhood promises aren't unusual. miya and you had made many to each other, but the most notable one would be the classic promise to marry one another. miya was getting impatient with time, and decided he didn't need to be a grown up to marry you. after all, paper rings will do, right?

·˚ ༘⌗ warnings: fluff, both of you are still in middle school lol 😃, miya being cute and kind of ooc??

gen masterlist.            sk8 masterlist.

miya grumbled as he sneaked quick glances at you from across him. you were both at school eating lunch underneath a tree for shade, like you always do, and for some reason, he was acting strange and awfully fidgety ever since the morning you went up to greet him.

"alright, what is it, miya?" you asked with a sigh "h-huh?" miya jumped as he nervously sipped on his drink, avoiding eye contact as his fingers fiddled with his switch.

"you're acting so weird" you said as you throw a candy wrapper at him "you've been looking at me strangely all day" you said as you narrowed your eyes at him

miya gulped and shook his head "no way!" he denied "you're getting too confident, you slime!" he said as he stuck his tongue out playfully

you rolled your eyes and laughed at his antics, throwing another piece of wrapper at him as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "whatever" you said

"and don't call me a slime, im your best friend!" you whined with a laugh. miya blushed and jutted his bottom lip out in a sort of pout. "you're still a slime if you keep acting like that.." he muttered

you raise a brow in confusion "acting like what?" you asked. "a-acting so... so.." he stammered out, looking so flustered as he tries to maintain eye contact with you, even though he could practically feel his heart palpitating.

"so what?" you asked again, this time even more confused as his face visibly becomes a brighter shade of red all the way to the tip of his ears.

"so cute!!" miya finally admitted, accidentally raising his voice a little too high, causing a few students to turn their heads.

"aghhh" he groaned out as he ducked his head to avoid their gazes out of embarrassment.

"oh.. is that so?" you cooed out with a laugh as you cover your cheeks which were heating up from the compliment.

"well, you're pretty cute yourself" you teased "even for a slime"

miya looked up and glared at you, despite his quivering lips and shaky voice he still managed to let out a small "im not a slime.."

you smile and pack away your bento, standing up on your feet and pulling him along. "im gonna keep calling you a slime if you won't stop acting weird around me" you said

"anyways, let's go. lunch is about to end" you say as you take his hand in yours and proceed to walk away. miya gulped as he stared longingly at your intertwined hands.

more specifically, your ring finger which seems to be quite bare.

"hey, y/n.." he muttered. "yeah?" you reply

"remember our promise?" he asked ".. yknow, when we were kids?"

you hummed for a moment before replying, "i think so.." you said "i mean.. i remember promising not to tell anyone when you fell into a canal when we were like five-"

"not that!!" miya shrieked with a bit of a pink tint to his cheeks "forget about that whole thing, that's embarrassing!" he whined

"then what?" you asked with a laugh "i can't name every promise we've ever made all in one go, you know?"

miya huffed and abruptly stopped in his tracks, causing you to halt along with him.

"i meant.. when we promised to marry each other." he said in a soft whisper

"miya.." you mumble as you stare at him in surprise. miya simply looked away, avoiding eye contact as his lips quiver into a small frown.

"um. yeah, i remember" you replied with a nervous smile as miya takes your hand in his and locks your fingers together.

"y/n, i think.." miya stammered out "i think i want to get married already."

you blinked in shock and confusion before letting out a sheepish laugh "haha, miya you can't be serious" you said

"we're too young, plus, you're saying that as if you like me or something" you said in a joking manner as you playfully hit his shoulder "but you don't actually like me, right?" you asked with a nervous gulp

miya shook his head and placed your hands over his chest, holding them tenderly as he stares up at you with his eyes glimmering with admiration.

"i like you a lot, y/n" he admitted "i've liked you since we were kids and-" he cut himself off

"actually, i think i love you. so um.. i wanna get married so nobody else can love you but me." miya said with a look of determination on his face as he nervously waits for your response.

"well uh.." you stammer out as you nervously look around "i.. i love you too, miya.." you finally admitted as you send him a bashful glance

miya's eyes widened as his smile turned into a wide grin. "really?" he asked with excitement

"yeah i guess" you muttered bashfully as you try to avoid his entrancing emerald hued eyes.

"that's great! let's get married." miya said as he took your hand and pulled you along as he ran towards the infamous cherry blossom tree in your school.

"miya, slow down!" you whined as he practically dragged you along while you struggled to keep up with him since he was basically sprinting.

"hurry up, you slime!" miya exclaimed with a laugh as he slows down to match your pace

"geez. you know we can get married at like 20 or 25 instead, right?" you said as you let out a breath of air

you were both underneath the cherry blossom tree. the beautiful pink blossoms fall and sway around due to the wind as the both of you lay on the grassy ground.

"we don't even have rings" you laughed as you turned to look at him. "don't worry i already have those" miya said with a cat-like grin

you watched in amusement as he dug into his pocket and pulled out two rings made of paper with small cat and video game stickers and both of your names written on the inside.

"oh gosh you actually have them" you sweat drop "ofcourse! i made these this morning and put a lot of effort so you better accept it" miya playfully scowled

you both sat up as he held out his palm, urging you to place your hand on top of it.

"my vows would be.. uh i'll love you forever and let you play my games. and i won't ever leave you and call you a slime ever again" miya muttered as he slid the ring into your finger, blushing madly as he does so.

"wow, nice vows. very heartfelt." you say sarcastically with a laugh, causing him to grumble and gently hit you with his fist.

"just say your vows, you slime!"

"you just said you wouldn't call me a slime anymore!"

"that only applies after! we're still not together since you still haven't told me your vows, slime!"

you sigh as a fond smile grazed your lips. you stare at miya through your lashes, chuckling to yourself as you see him waiting expectantly with a concerning amount of blush on his cheeks.

"my vows would be.." you muttered "that i would never leave you and i'll be with you and support you in whatever you wanna do." you said

"and-"

"that's enough" miya cut you off by waving his hand at your face, while covering his with the other. "u-um.. im fine with just that, you don't have to say anything else.." he said

you blink in confusion but agree anyways. "okay then" you smiled

miya gulped as he shakily lends you his hand, watching in astonishment as you slid the ring onto his finger.

"there, we're now officially together forever" you said with a laugh as you intertwined your hands together

"yeah." miya mumbled as his lips slowly curled into a loving smile

you gave him a smug grin as you point to your lips "this is the part where you kiss me-"

miya didn't let you finish as he suddenly tackled you into a hug and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips before moving along and pressing his lips onto both of your cheeks and nose.

"thanks for marrying me" miya muttered against your neck as he buries his face against your skin

"anytime" you chuckled. you wrapped your arms around him, causing him to sigh in satisfaction and relax against your body.

"mhhm, love you y/n" he mumbled

"i love you too miya"

"man, you'll never understand since you're too young" reki said with a smug grin as he patted miya's head to emphasise his point

"love is just too complex for kiddos like you" reki teased

miya simply grumbled and glared up at the redhead, causing reki to laugh even more. "oh yeah?" miya taunted

"well, it's not like you have a lover of your own" he scoffed "you can't flirt for the life of you, and girls wouldn't even waste their time of day to look at you"

reki let out a pained smile as he sulked over miya's harsh words. "ahahaha, those are some big words for a little kid like you" reki squeaked out with a chuckle

"tch.." miya gritted his teeth as he glared up at reki "you have no room to talk when your ethe one who doesn't have a s/o, you slime!" he exclaimed

"eh??" reki mused "why? do you have a s/o?" he taunted "i think not-"

"yes i do." miya cut him off with a smug smirk

"ha?! how?! you're like three?!?" reki exclaimed in surprise, which seemed to catch the others' attention

"ha?! im thirteen idiot!!" miya yelled back with a scowl

"what happened?" kaoru asks with a raised brow as he looks between the two boys. reki seemed to be in shock and suspicion, while miya was sticking his tongue out at the redhead.

"cherry, miya said he has a s/o!!" reki exclaimed "how is that even possible?! he's a child!"

"im a teenager!" miya exclaimed

"really?" kaoru hummed in amusement as his eyes slowly trail over to you, who was too busy munching on burgers with langa to even notice their arguing.

"who is it??" reki asked "its y/n." miya replied with a proud smirk

"Y/N?! IMPOSSIBLE!" reki exclaimed with widened eyes. he ran over to you and hugged you protectively to his chest. "y/n, answer me honestly!" he said

"are you and miya together?!"

you blink in confusion and look at langa for an answer, though he simply shrugged and carried on eating. "um, well yeah." you said

"no way?!!!" reki exclaimed "oi you slime, why does it seem so unbelievable to you anyway, huh?" miya asked him with a raised brow as he pulled you closer to him

"it's just a shock to me!" reki said "i never would've guessed that.." he let out a sigh

kojiro sweat dropped and patted miya and yours' heads. "well, it was pretty obvious they'd end up together" he said

"yeah, we even got married." miya said in a nonchalant tone as he intertwined your hands.

"EH?!" now this time, everyone had let out a scream of their own. they looked between the two of you and blinked in shock.

"impossible. since when?" kaoru asked

"a week ago" you replied with a smile as you raise both of your hands to show them the rings on your fingers.

"but thats just paper-" kaoru slapped langa's mouth with his fan and smiled proudly at the two of you.

"that's wonderful. are those your rings?" he asked with a hum

"yeah. miya made them" you replied "it was really fun. the 'wedding' was a bit unexpected but its fine." you said

"the children are growing up!" kojiro exclaimed as he covered his mouth, while he wipes the stray tears of joy away.

"kaoru! the children are grown!!"

"shut up, you gorrila! you act like they're our kids." kaoru rolled his eyes. he then turned to you and smiled softly once again.

"congratulations" he said

"heh. hows that, you slime?" miya sneered at reki as he flaunts the paper rings with a smug cat-like grin.

"those are just paper anyways! so you're not really married- ow!" reki yelped as he felt kaoru's fan hit his head

"tch. whatever! im gonna get real rings soon!" miya exclaimed.

"no need to rush things, you know?" you mused as you patted miya's head

"yeah.." miya muttered "paper rings will do for now.. right?" he asked.

"right."

[dreamescapeswriting]

Palace Gardens ~ MYG [Request] [Part 2]

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

GENRE: married life, established relationship, pregnancy, giving birth, AU, Royal AU, Happy New Year,

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is a little short compared to the first part but I hope you enjoy this sweetie!! FIRST PART for those who haven’t read it but would like to @cutegyrl927​

The sun was beaming down through the gap in your curtains and you smiled reaching out your hand to let the beams touch you. They warmed up your hand as you laid there, 

"The doctor said bed rest," Your husband announced as he walked into the room to see you sitting there with your arm stretched out.

"I'm in bed." You grumbled, pulling your arm back and running your hand over the large baby bump that you had. It had been thirteen months since you married Yoongi and became empress, now you were carrying your first child together and expected to deliver any day now. 

"You know this is for the best," Yoongi said as he looked at you, he knew just how much you hated being placed under bed rest. All you wanted to do was go out for one small walk, or just to go and sit out on the balcony. The kingdom was getting ready for the New Year which was your favourite time of the year. The streets were all lit up with lights and decorations to bring cheer into the Kingdom. The street markets were all filled with happy people, everyone talking to one another about what their plans for the New Year were and then there was the Palace. The Palace would always throw one of the largest parties for the New Year, they would invite almost everyone in the Kingdom to come and celebrate with them.

"I feel like I'm going to give birth to an elephant," You mumbled as you ran your hand over the bump and looked at Yoongi as he climbed into the bed beside you. He had a tray of all your favourite foods with him, everything you had been craving since getting pregnant. 

"Well if it makes you feel better, you look amazing," You glared at Yoongi as he attempted to try and make you feel better but nothing did. You were nine months pregnant and ready to pop but the baby seemed to want to stay inside for as long as it could, refusing to move. Taking after their father by being late for every event going on in your life, 

"Can I watch the fireworks tonight?" You questioned as you looked at Yoongi, taking a piece of fruit from the plate he was holding and placing it into your mouth. 

"Nope, you're not supposed to do anything that could make you jump. The doctors said 100% bed rest, so that is what you're going to get." You stared at him as you waited for him to tell you he was joking but he wasn't. Yoongi had been following the doctor's orders as if they were the gospel, never letting you do anything that was advised against. He'd even stopped you from having one cup of coffee a day, 

"Bur I love the fireworks," You complained as you stared at him, mouth hanging open at the thought of not getting to see the new year come in because you were pregnant. 

"Do you get to go?" You questioned as you stared into his eyes waiting for him to answer you, 

"I have to go, I'm hosting the party." You rolled your eyes at him and scoffed at the thought of it, 

"You're the one that's pregnant not me," He said as he started laughing but you grabbed onto his shirt and stared into his eyes. Forehead pressing against his forehead as you waited for him to say or do something else, 

"It takes two to make a baby Yoongi..." He gulped a little and nodded his head, you dropped his shirt and whined out as you heard someone knocking on the door. All week long people had been coming by to steal him away from you when he'd agreed to stay in bed with you and help make bed rest, less boring. 

"I'll be back before you even know it," He told you as he got up from the bed to go and answer the door but you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to stay with you the whole time but you knew that was selfish of you so you just let him leave. 

"Read some of the baby books!" Yoongi yelled out as he shut the door making you roll your eyes at him. You'd already read every baby book that there was in the castle and you didn't want to read them over and over again. 

Yoongi never did come back that day, he just kept sending different maids to come in and check on you. You knew it was just so he could make sure you were following orders so you stayed in bed until it was as late as possible when you knew no one would be coming to see you. Then you dragged the rocking chair out onto the balcony so that you could watch the fireworks over the Palace Gardens. Smiling to yourself as you curled up in the chair with a blanket and looked at the sky. It was a perfectly clear night which was great for the event going on, everyone would be able to see the fireworks no matter if they were in the castle or in the villages surrounding the castle. It was perfect. 

"I see someone didn't listen to me," You heard Yoongi call out as he walked into the room behind you, you glanced over your shoulder into the bedroom and smiled weakly. 

"I'm still resting," You argued as you watched him walking out onto the balcony holding a tray of party food. It looked as though he had enough there to feed four of you in one go. 

"Yoongi I'm pregnant, not feeding an Army." You giggled as you looked from the tray and up to his eyes but he shook his head and moved closer to the rocking chair. 

"It's for us to share. It's almost midnight so I wanted to come and ring in the new year with you and our little one," He told you as he handed you a glass of sparkling water, trying to make it seem as though you could be celebrating normally together. 

"Sounds perfect," You breathed out as you looked up at the sky to look at the stars that were there while Yoongi got comfortable next to you. 

"The fireworks are being prepared," He chuckled as he saw people starting to line up the fireworks in the gardens, getting ready to light them right as the clocks hit midnight. There must have been about an hour until it was time, they always went all out with the most every year. Yoongi was so lost in watching them he'd not heard you yelp out in pain as you clutched onto your stomach.

"Babe?" Yoongi questioned when he watched you get yourself up from the chair and calmly walk yourself into the bedroom, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down your racing heart. Going over to the bed you grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around your body, you were dressed in nothing but a nightgown you didn't want most of the Palace staff to see what you were wearing while you waddled down to the medical ward. 

"Y/n?!" Yoongi stuttered as he realised what was happening, following behind you as he saw the puddle below you had been sitting in and trying to get you to walk a little faster. 

"T-The baby is coming!" He yelled out, sounding more panicked than you felt at the moment so you turned to look at him and whimpered as you kept trying to walk towards the medical ward of the Palace.

"We just have to keep it quiet, not everyone has to know. They can all enjoy-"

"Y/N'S IN LABOUR!" Yoongi screamed out to some of the guards who were standing by the double doors beside the grand hall, you stared at the back of Yoongi's head as you waited for him to face you. 

"What part of quiet don't you understand- Aghhh!" As you spoke a huge scream ran through your body as you felt a contraction hit you out of nowhere, your back felt as though it was going to give out and you whimpered as you let tears stream down your cheeks. 

"Y-Yoongi..." He spun around when he heard the crack in your voice and he watched as the guards placed you into a wheelchair so he could get you to the nurses quicker than walking all the way through the halls of the palace.

"Y/n we know how much this hurts but you have to keep pushing," A nurse that was standing at the bottom of the bed said as she looked over at you. There were midwives all around the room trying to help you with your breathing and stop Yoongi from panicking. You could hear the chanting of people counting down to the new year as you continued to try and push as hard as you could. As you were catching your breath Yoongi began dabbing your head with a cloth to get rid of some of the sweat that was beginning to pool. There was no way to describe the pain that you were going through as you tried to bring a new life into the world,

"Keep breathing baby, just a couple more pushes," Yoongi whispered as he gave you small reassuring kisses on your shoulder, earning a grumble from you as you told him not to touch you. It wasn't anything personal but kissing your shoulder was what got you into this mess in the first place. 

"One more push and the little one will be right here in your arms." The nurse who was at the bottom of your bed said with a huge smile on her face, 

"You said that for the last five pushes," You mumbled as you rolled your head back against the pillow and began shaking your head. 

"I can't do this," You whimpered as you locked eyes with Yoongi, he took hold of your hand so you could squeeze it and he smiled weakly. 

"Think about how much they're going to look like you, we've been waiting so long to be able to hold them," He told you as he squeezed your hand, 

"Push Y/n," The nurse ordered, you crunched up and began pushing out as you screamed out in pain, pushing for as hard and long as you could. 

"5...4...3...2...1!" The chanting outside counted down the seconds and right as the fireworks outside exploded you heard the cries of your son or daughter that was laying in the arms of the nurse in front of you. Your whole body relaxed against the bed as you looked up at Yoongi, panting heavily as you smiled. A wave rushing over you that made you feel so happy you couldn't wipe the smile off your cheeks as you looked at your baby being passed to another nurse to be cleaned. 

"Hey," Yoongi whispered as he looked down at you and the small sleeping daughter in your arms, you looked up at him sleepily and smiled. 

"Hey," You whispered back to him before going back to staring at your daughter. It was hard to take your eyes off her from the moment she was placed in your arms and you got her back to your bedroom. 

"We made her," He chuckled as he ran his thumb over her cheek, smiling proudly as he looked at her and then to you. 

"We did," You whispered looking back up at him as he took her from your arms and began to take her over to the small bassinet to let her sleep peacefully for the night. Coming back over to you as he climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around your shoulder. 

"I'm proud of you," He whispered, leaving a small kiss on the top of your head as you tiredly relaxed against his body. Snuggling against him as you tried to get comfortable for the night, you were extremely tired and yet wide awake all at the same time. The adrenaline from giving birth still rushing around your body but your body was extremely tired from the birth itself.

"You should get some sleep," He told you as he began to draw small invisible patterns into your skin trying to get you to relax a little as he held onto you, smiling softly as he watched you fighting to keep your eyes open. 

"H-Happy New Year," You said between yawns as you finally let your eyes shut and sleep against him, he chuckled to himself. 

"Happy New Year princess," He whispered, bending down to kiss the top of your head continuing to draw the invisible patterns into your skin to help you stay asleep.

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[hyenahunt]

Conquest: Epilogue - 1

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP & ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt & haranami 

Nagisa: …I have still yet to become God, so all I’m able to do is sing and dance atop this stage and hope I bring even the smallest amount of happiness to everyone’s lives.

[Location: Conquest Stage]

Ibara: (At long last, the big day is finally upon us.)

(After the incident, Eve went on what can only be described as a rampage…)

(And, as per His Excellency’s orders, Adam carried out a vast array of jobs and a countless number of performances to keep up with them.)

(Consequently, His Excellency — who’s now gotten a taste for this “God Mode” or such — declared on TV that he would “expel” Jun and I as well if we didn’t obey him…)

(Amongst other inflammatory statements.)

(I was planning on following his every command, anyways; there was no need for him to resort to threats.)

(Although, I have devised a plan that would allow me to break away if worse came to worst…)

(But that will be much more difficult to execute now that he’s made such a grand, public declaration.)

(Aghhh, he’s so infuriating. What on earth is he planning? Why has he chosen to behave in such an unhinged manner—)

Nagisa: …Fufu. This is fun, Ibara.

…I was always jealous. To me, it seemed like you were the only one who got to do what you wanted.

Ibara: Saying that I was “the only one” doesn’t quite reflect reality.

Those ES idols have been following their every whim lately — Trickstar especially, although this can even apply to His Eminence Eichi now.

Nagisa: …Yes. What was it that they did… “Tempest Fest”? That looked like lots of fun as well.

…It seemed like a very important event to Eichi-kun, or perhaps the entirety of fine . So naturally, I wasn’t able to join at the last minute.

…Not even those who found the event pointless would enjoy watching someone ruin it with a smile on their face, after all.

Ibara: Yes, it’s exactly as you say.

In fact, I’m sure that the reason His Highness Hiyori was so enraged after hearing this plan was because he felt that his bond with you was being severed for the sake of mere entertainment.

It’s aaaall about feelings… Every last one of you just acts based on your feelings and nothing else! I, for one, am trying to actually work here.

Nagisa: …Yes. However, “work” and “torture” need not be synonymous; if we can enjoy the work we do, that is naturally preferable.

Ibara: If everyone started affirming and agreeing with that, this world would become one wherein no one would work if they didn’t feel like it, and the economy would collapse.

Modern society is but a castle of sand. It is only able to remain standing because we all devote our labor and money to it, distributing burdens amongst ourselves.

Nagisa: …That’s right. If only there were a God who’d be able to shoulder everything.

…I have still yet to become God, so all I’m able to do is sing and dance atop this stage and hope I bring even the smallest amount of happiness to everyone’s lives.

Nagisa: …I do not find that painful at all. On the contrary, it is a joy, and I am extremely fortunate to consider it so.

…Ever since I was a young child, completely ignorant of the ways of the world, that has always been how I’d understand and communicate with him.

Ibara: “Him”?

Oh, good ― you’re finally here.

Hiyori: ......

Jun: Heya. Sorry we wound up cutting it so close...

Ohii-san's been taking on a stupid amount of work, so he'd put off everything else and let it all pile up to the point it was getting crazy outta hand.

Hiyori: Hmph, I'll hold onto anything and everything as much as I please and whenever I please, thank you very much.

And if I can't, then it's your duty to carry it, Jun-kun, so basically the fact that we're starting late is on you.

Jun: Goddamn. Honestly, sometimes... it feels like you reached out to me all for the sake of getting me to lug your bags around.

Hiyori: Even if that were the case, the fact that you even caught my attention should be a reason to rejoice, no?

Hiyori: Be it a simple bag-carrier or anything else, I aspire to pick out only that which is beautiful and lovable.

Jun: (Mm~... As I thought, Ohii-san still seems to be in a bad mood.)

(He may be talking normally with me and all, but he won't even look in Adam's direction.)

(This is supposed to be the final performance of Conquest and he's still acting like this — it's really not looking good.)

(The plan was for Adam and Eve to stand side-by-side despite their apparent fallout, and sing all together as Eden—)

(As a grand finale where we reconcile with the power of song, or love, or something...? That's how the outline for this goes, anyway.)

(The only songs we've got prepared are four-person numbers, too.)

(So if he doesn't at least patch things back up before the start of the show, we're gonna have a real problem on our hands...)

Ibara: (—That’s likely what Jun is thinking at the moment.)

(After all, our fans online have decided to take baseless rumors as official information for some reason; they’re all rather riled up at the moment.)

(Adam and Eve will both strive to earn as much L$ as possible for the duration of this performance…)

(And the subunit who earns the most will gain the right to henceforth lead Eden.)

(Of course, we’d never make such a change in reality. We’re simply adjusting to how the general public is viewing this event.)

(Well, we could have simply declared the rumors false and ignored them completely.)

(But that would diminish the fans’ excitement; it would be a poor business strategy, and as such I’d prefer to avoid doing so.)

(There will be nothing to worry about if Adam ― if His Excellency ― wins. There would be no need to relinquish leadership.)

(But Eve got something of a head start, so it appears that they’ve got the edge over us, if only by a bit.)

(As such, there was another last-minute announcement.)

(We’ll have all the fans gathered here vote for either Adam or Eve, whoever they think gave a better performance.)

(The administration will be the ones to calculate the number of votes, so I can simply have them make up some figures arbitrarily in order to ensure Adam wins.)

(Adam and Eve are supposed to have a true confrontation here in order to reconcile, so this isn’t the smartest way to do things…)

(If the fact that we forged the numbers was found out, the public would lose all trust in us. There’s simply no other way, though ― I can’t think of any other feasible tactics.)

(This is but a necessary evil. That’s all it is.)

Hiyori: ......

Nagisa: ......

Ibara: (It appears that there’s still a rather frigid atmosphere between His Excellency and His Highness. I’m sure the audience will be able to believe this more than a forced reconciliation―)

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[xpeachesncream]

Hi love!!!! Can write a drabble of prefectly wrong tae where it’s YN birthday and he has a romantic night night planned 🤩

perfectly wrong | drabble [5]: when your birthday takes an unexpected turn. 

word count: 2.0k

warnings: not much honestly besides cussing, very brief implied smut and a fluffy/sweet tae. (i didnt want to focus too much on adding smut towards the end because i really wanted this to be cute lmao)

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BABY!" Jungkook tooted the little toy horn, along with Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin throwing confetti in the air and tossing their small paper birthday hats in the air. Jin had closed down the cafe for majority of the afternoon just so you and your friends could spend time together in a private setting. Your friends and Jin spent quite some time decorating the studio in all sorts of decorations and balloons, plus you were fed your favorite foods and dessert. You slipped yourself into a simple, black camisole dress since the boys stated they "wanted to dress up for your birthday so you should too." You agreed without any complaints, although you wished Taehyung was around to see you. You were actually a little bummed despite it being your birthday, since Taehyung had gone off on a quick camping trip with Jimin and Namjoon. You couldn't say much being that he had already promised he'd go way before you two had gotten together. He was supposed to be back later today, but you hadn't heard much from him and the hope in you was dwindling down.

Oh well. I mean, you have your boyfriend on other days, right?

"Aiiiiiish, cheer up Y/N. I hate when you're sad. It's your birthday." Jin engulfs you in a big bear hug. Little did you know, all your friends had something up their sleeves and they would never let you be this upset on your birthday.

"I'm sorry, I know. I'm really happy to be here with you guys. I just.. miss Tae."

"He'll be back soon, right?" Kook pinches your cheek. "He's not going to miss out on your birthday, Y/N."

"I know, it just feels incomplete without him."

"You're a weenie." Yoongi said, running away from the attempted hit you tried to throw at his arm. "Aghhh I'm kidding. You mean everything to that guy, he wouldn't do that." He throws his arms around your neck and tightly hugs you. The rest of the time, you all are finishing up the food and desserts all while they watch you open the presents they've gotten you.

When packing up the things into Jungkook's car, you realize Tae still hasn't texted you or updated you about when he'd be back. You felt like texting him, but at the same time, you didn't wanna bother him, so you leave it be and slightly sulk in the passenger's seat.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jungkook asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I don't think Tae is going to make it back today." You look as the sun is setting.

"He hasn't updated you?" Jungkook purses his lips together, afraid he'd laugh or bust into a big smile and give away your surprise.

"No." You pout in your seat, throwing your knees up to your chest.

"I'm sure he'll make it up to you. You know that, right?"

"Mhm." Is all you say. You lean your head against the window, unsure if you're more sad or upset about how this day actually turned out. Then, you suddenly realize that Jungkook is completely passing your exit and taking you deeper into town. "Kook, where are you going?"

"I just have one more surprise for you."

"What is it?"

"We planned hard for this, so don't even think about it." He turns to you with a blank expression before returning his attention back to the road. You were getting a little restless, being that you were already slightly annoyed and in your feelings about your boyfriend.

"Where are we goiiiinggggg?" You whine, the ride almost taking an hour.

"We're almost there, jeeeeeez." Kook's tone rose as he pulled up on a street full of beach vacation homes and bungalows, the beach right in their backyards. Why you were here, you had no idea. Quite frankly, you weren't really in the mood to do a bonfire with your friends.

"What am I doing here?"

"Honestly, if you don't chill out, I will drop your ass off right here." Jungkook playfully says, stopping the car deadass in the middle of the road. "Finished?" You roll your eyes as you lean back and let him continue driving a little further down the street. He pulled up in front of a house that was completely dark, it's surroundings quiet besides the waves crashing against the shore. Jungkook pulls out his phone for a quick minute before he turns to you and smiles. "Okay, I'll be in there in a minute, I'm gonna grab all your things. You can go up first though."

"Why can't I just wait for you?"

"And do what? You're not gonna be carrying a thing." He laughed and shrugged. "Just go in, it'll be fine."

"Fine." He snorts, pretending to hop out and get your gifts even though he's not gonna do a damn thing and just bring it over to your place himself.

You walk into the bungalow, a little afraid of how dark it is. The entrance leads into the small kitchen and living room area, and there isn't anything in sight besides one lit candle on the kitchen counter top. You make your way over, noticing a note in front of the candle.

Follow the candles to find me.

"What is this?" You hear the soft humming of 112's Cupid coming from the bedroom, you assume, which is where the candles lead to. There were small, tea light candles in a single formation, leading towards the room, with rose petals accompanying them on the sides. You push open the sliding doors, only to see a room lit with candles left and right, rose petals and plastic tea light candles in the form of a heart on the bed. The ceiling was covered in red heart balloons, and the table at the end of the bed had a small cake, with chocolate covered strawberries on a platter next to it.

But that's not really what caught your attention the most - it was your handsome boyfriend, standing at the end of the bed, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. He had on a black button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up close to the elbow, black pants and boots on. His curly hair fixed and all proper, a smile on his face as he tilted his head and looked at you up and down.

Like a goddess in his eyes.

"W-what?" Is all you can say as he approaches you. "W-what are you doing here? I thought you were gone."

"Did you really think I'd miss out on my babygirl's birthday?" The tears are streaming down now, and he can't help but laugh a little. He sets the bouquet down to wipe the tears coming down from your eyes, his thumbs gently swiping across your skin.

"I really missed you."

"Aw, baby." He says, kissing you softly on the forehead. "I'm here now." You can't do anything but pout in his hands as he cups your cheek and smiles down at you. "Happy birthday, love."

"When did you plan this? Did the rest of the guys know?" He nods.

"Sure did."

"I'm gonna kill Kook." He laughs.

"Don't do that." He takes your hand and takes you over to the table where your cake is. "Come."" He sets a single candle onto the cake, lighting it with the lighter he pulled from his pocket. "It's your favorite cake." Your eyes light up as you look at him.

"Tres Leches?!" He nods as you squeal and clap. Good lord, you loved Tres Leches cake. Tae knew that too, being that's the only dessert you ever talked about. He traveled around just to find the right one for you.

"Made sure I found the right one for you." He gently caresses the small of your back. "Make a wish." You silently stand there, hands clasped together while your eyes are shut. This day took an unexpected turn and you couldn't have asked for anything else. Part of you was upset that Taehyung was really going to miss out on your birthday. You didn't wanna be that girlfriend though, being that his friends also meant a lot to him. Your birthday was just your birthday and he could easily make it up if he wanted to.

But to Taehyung, this wasn't just a birthday. He really wanted to make this night special for you and he took weeks to plan this out perfectly - looping in all your friends, Jimin and Namjoon, spending bills to reserve this bungalow for a weekend getaway, the decorations, the roses, the cake, planning how the surprise would go down, everything. He didn't care how much effort it took. He just needed this to be perfect for you. He wanted to show you what you truly meant to him, even though he tries his best to do that every single day, birthday or not. Honestly, the rest of the night, he doesn't have much planned besides making you comfortable. He just wants you to relax, whether that meant cuddling in bed with him playing in your hair, or if it meant other things. Whatever you wanted, he was here to give it.

You make your wish, Taehyung instantly pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss afterwards. You throw your arms around his neck, his hands caressing your sides as he looks down at you.

"Hungry?" He asks.

"Not right now." You look out onto the patio that overlooked the beach. You make your way over,  Taehyung silently following behind you. The breeze was picking up quite a bit, but the sound of the waves were too relaxing for you to care. You leaned against the railing, Taehyung coming from behind, placing a kiss on the back of your head before he rubs your arms.

"Cold?"

"It's alright."

"You sure?" He chuckles.

"Maybeeee." He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, placing kisses along your temple as his hands rest on your arms and hold you tightly. "Thank you for all of this, babe. How'd you pull this off?"

"Mm, I have my ways." He laughs. "Anything for my lady." You smile into the kiss he places on your cheek, feeling overjoyed by the love and care this man is showering you in. "What do you wanna do for the rest of the night?"

"Besides each other? Watch a movie, cuddle." He laughs and nods.

"Sounds like a good plan."

You look down at your dress, realizing you were probably gonna go into the weekend with one outfit. "Except, I don't--" He shakes his head, pointing towards the bathroom. You walk over from the patio and into the bathroom to see your duffle bag packed of clothes, your skincare and necessary toiletries lining the bathroom counter. Hanging from the bathroom's storage closet are two silk robes, a pink one for you and a black one for him. "Hey, how'd you know what to bring?"

"I pay attention."

"I really do love you." Is all you can say when you look at him.

"I really do love you, too." He chuckles. You two get into your robes and make your way to the bed, Taehyung making sure to arrange the petals and candles around the floor of the bed before pouring you and him a glass of champagne. You bring the platter of chocolate covered strawberries in front of you as he pulls up a light-hearted movie for you two to watch. You both finish the champagne bottle and the chocolate strawberries as the movie progresses, the exhaustion slowly hitting you after eating such luxuries. You laid on your side, your head resting on Taehyung's lap as he sat up against the headboard. Your eyes began to shut as his hands gently stroked your hair and massaged your scalp.

"Tae." You say softly.

"Mhm?"

"How did I get so lucky?"

"You didn't, I did." He chuckles. "I hope you enjoy this weekend with me."

"Of course I will."

"Good." He looks down at you as he continues to play with your hair. "Happy birthday again, baby. I hope you know how much you mean to me." You look up at him before sitting up to kiss him and straddle his lap, figuring it was time you showered him with your appreciation. You undo the robe, letting it fall of your shoulders as Taehyung watches and marvels at the sight of your exposed chest. He wastes no time gripping you closely as you kiss him, his hands softly traveling to caress your entire body, feeling you as if he needed to prove to himself that this was real - that you were real. 

He could never get enough of you.

[set-phasers-to-whump]

“don’t look”

prompt: “don’t look”

whumpee: kurt wallander

fandom: young wallander

hi i am going to be honest this may very well Suck...i am not feeling very good which is just Great and i didn’t spend a lot of time like, writing or editing so idk

Something creaks ominously above him. Kurt glances up, seeing only the various pieces of the top part of the building - pipes and tubes and other metal parts of the like, presumably part of the building’s heating and plumbing systems. Seeing nothing of importance, Kurt shrugs and continues on behind Rask, their footsteps echoing off the concrete floor. 

All of a sudden the creaking noise returns, and then there’s a sort of rumbling, shuddering sound, and Kurt again looks up in time to see a large metallic box - air conditioning unit, maybe? - which is about to fall directly on top of him. 

He dives out of the way, hitting the concrete hard, and covers the back of his neck with his hands until the noise of the thing crashing down subsides. 

Kurt moves to get up, blinking open his eyes in the dust, but finds he can’t. His left leg isn’t moving, and he feels something pressing into it. He tries again to move the leg, but feels a strange sensation in it, even as it moves a tiny bit. Something tells him to stop, so he does, then raises his head to get a look at whatever it is that’s stopping him from moving. 

“Don’t look,” Rask says from next to him, a warning tone in her voice, but of course the second she says it, he has to look. 

As soon as his eyes light on his leg, he feels a wave of dizziness and nausea roll through his body, followed quickly by a pain greater than anything he’s ever felt before. 

He can’t tear his eyes away from it all, in a sick kind of fascination. There’s a metal...box of some kind, what he presumes had produced the ominous creaking sound, sitting on his leg, which is absolutely screaming in pain. Even though quite a bit of the injury is hidden to him, courtesy of the metal box currently atop it, he can see enough of it, from when he’d tried to pull himself away. 

His leg is mangled, there’s no other word for it. If he concentrates hard enough he can see the bone sticking out through the skin, horribly white and pale and covered in blood. It looks almost alien, and it absolutely terrifies him to look at it. 

It also hurts more than anything he has ever experienced in his whole life, a crushing, breathtaking, and unbearably hot pain. 

He screams, unable to stop himself. It’s raw and unending, a mix of pure pain and terror at the sight of his leg looking not at all like it should, and hurting more than he thinks can even be possible. 

Dimly, Kurt registers hands touching him, voices above him saying something, but he’s disconnected from all of it. The only thing he can really feel is the pain. 

He passes out just as his voice breaks from the screaming. 

—

He wakes up once, lying down, voices all around him. He’s curiously numb and feels really weird, dizzy and lightheaded and completely disoriented. He passes out again as he’s trying desperately to think of where he is. 

—

The next time he wakes up, he stays awake, and he still feels kind of numb, but fairly normal, if tired, otherwise. 

He looks around himself, pointedly not focusing on the cast on his left leg, which evokes some kind of subconscious pain just from looking at it. The room he’s in is empty, save for him, and for Reza, who is standing by a window. 

“Hey,” Kurt says to him, voice scratchy. 

Reza comes over immediately, looking Kurt over with scrutinizing eyes. 

“Hey,” he echoes. “How you feeling?”

Kurt shrugs. “Okay,” he says. Nothing really hurts, except his throat, and he thinks overall he could be doing a lot worse. 

“Here,” Reza says, and he carefully hands Kurt a plastic cup of water from the table next to his bed. 

Kurt drinks the water, which feels nice on his aching throat. He wonders why it hurts, feels the hint of a memory, but decides not to dwell on that too long. It can’t be anything good. 

Someone knocks at the door then, and Reza gets up. Kurt watches, sees him make some kind of gesture through its window. 

“Close your eyes,” Reza instructs. “Don’t look.”

Kurt obliges, though he can’t help feeling a sense of unease at Reza’s words. His eyes slip closed, and he feels his body already trying to sleep again. 

“Open!” cries a young voice that is definitely not Reza. Kurt opens his eyes, thoughts of sleep forgotten, momentarily stunned by the scene around him. 

Reza’s still there, to his right, but now Jas is there, too, holding Reza’s hand, and Shaba’s standing between them, grinning at him. At the end of the bed stands Rask, and behind her a few other members of the Major Crimes division. To his left is Mona, a small smile on her face that is equal parts worried and fond. 

He finds himself physically incapable of speaking for a moment as he takes them all in. Shaba climbs into the bed next to him, throwing surprisingly gentle arms around his neck. 

“Shaba!” Jasmine scolds, but Kurt shakes his head.

“It’s all right, Jas.”

She looks at him worriedly for a second before stepping closer and putting a hand to his cheek. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” she says. 

He feels his face heat up slightly at the thought that anyone had been worried about him, as Reza sets a hand on his shoulder. 

“We’re all glad you’re okay,” he adds, turning and kissing his wife on the cheek. 

Rask moves closer and pats him on his uninjured foot. “Don’t you fu-” she stops, eyes landing on Shaba, still sitting next to Kurt. “Don’t you do that again,” she warns, and Kurt feels like this is a bit unfair - it’s not like he asked to get crushed by a...whatever the hell that thing had been. Air conditioning unit, maybe? He tries to remember if the metal had felt cold, but all he can remember is blinding pain, so he abandons that train of thought and simply replies, “I’ll try my best not to.”

Mona goes last, running a hand through his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead. She presses their foreheads together and whispers, “you scared me, Kurt.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know it’s not your fault,” she reassures. “You don’t need to apologize. Just get better, yeah?”

He nods. He can do that, he thinks. Probably. 

“And don’t you think you’re gonna be alone in that,” Reza says, and Kurt turns his head quickly to look at his best friend, having momentarily forgotten that they’d had an audience. 

“We’re all gonna be here for you,” Reza asserts, and Kurt sees everyone else nod in agreement. It’s a bit overwhelming, really, to have this proof laid in front of him that he is surrounded by people who care about him. He can’t stop a few tears from welling in his eyes, and he sniffs, trying to stop them before anyone sees.  

“Don’t cry, Uncle Kurt,” Shaba says, putting a small hand to his face. “We’re gonna make you all better.”

He smiles at her, raises a tired hand to ruffle affectionately through her hair. “I know you will,” he says, looking around the room, worried that someone might disagree, even now. 

“Of course we will,” says Rask, of all people. 

“We’ve got you,” Reza agrees. 

“Always,” adds Jasmine. 

“We’re here, Kurt,” finishes Mona. 

He knows he ought to be feeling a lot of things right now - upset at his injury, worried about the road ahead, pained by the memory of being crushed - but as he looks around the room, packed full of the people he cares about, and who care about him, all he can feel is happiness. 

thanks for reading this and sorry if it sucked! aghhh

[muwi-translates]

剣が君 特典ドラマCD 若葉風奇譚 ～江戸花嫁騒動の巻～

Ken ga Kimi Tokuten Drama CD - Strange Tales of the Early Summer Breeze ~Edo Bride Scandal Volume~

Nine track hour or so long drama. No spoilers. As usual, Chinese source with light Japanese referencing.

**Please don’t move this translation or claim it as your own.**

Track 1 - Prologue

Everyone: M-Marriage?!

Enishi: Shh! You’re too loud!

Tsuzuramaru: S-Sorry… but, Miss is getting married…?

Enishi: Well, who wouldn’t be surprised? That one day our princess would actually become a bride… Ugh, those pink cheeks, that silky skin— I can't believe it’s all going to another guy…Gaaah! Princess!!

Saneaki: No, wait, are you sure? It’s so sudden it’s a bit hard to believe.

Suzukake: S-Saneaki’s right! What if you got it wrong? If… if… she got married, I’d get lonely…

Sakyo: You two need to calm down. No matter how much you panic, the problem won’t solve itself. First, let’s listen to what Enishi-dono has to say.

Sakyo: Now then, Enishi-dono. Quickly, tell us what is happening. Hurry and tell us everything you know…!

Kei: You’re the one who needs to calm down! You’re gonna kill him! Let go!

Sakyo: Ah, my deepest apologies. I got a little too… very well, please explain.

Enishi: *gasp* *gasp*...I saw heaven for a second there…

Saneaki: You were really hanging on by a thread there, Enishi-dono.

Enishi: As if you cared about me at all!

Enishi: Anyway, I understand how Sakyo feels. I don’t want to accept this just as much as you guys. The princess getting married to some man…

Tsuzuramaru: I don’t want to think about it!

Enishi: Exactly, to not think about it is to not believe it.

Kei: You’re the one who said it, how could you not believe it?!

Enishi: It’s true I don’t believe it, but I heard it myself.

Suzukake: Heard it? From where?

Enishi: I went to a cloth dealer I knew, and he was talking to me about how his son was getting married soon. Was bragging about how amazing his partner was. I was listening pretty intently, but the more he spoke, the more I thought he was talking about our princess. Eventually I figured out that he *was* talking about our princess, so I ran without even finishing my sake!

Sakyo: And then you summoned us here, yes? I will not say anything about you drinking in broad daylight, I understand the situation well enough.

Enishi. That’s right. That’s why I had to gather all my friends from our journey together from the bridal procession. This is the most serious of emergencies, right? It looked like the cloth dealer’s wedding gift was almost done being prepared, so I thought it would be better to tell you guys as soon as possible.

Kei: Ha. This is stupid. I thought something had happened, but that’s it?

Saneaki: Kei-dono? What’s wrong?

Kei: What do you mean what’s wrong? Cut it out! I was wondering why we had to be called here when it’s just about a girl getting married.

Enishi: You say that, but weren’t you the quickest here?

Kei: Shut up! I… just happened to be nearby!

Tsuzuramaru: Hm? But on my way here a man that looked just like you sped right past me. Did they just happen to look alike? I was walking pretty quickly but he still managed to pass me and disappeared. What a truly extraordinary person…

Kei: *punches Tsuzuramaru* S-S-S-S-Shut up! Stop yabbering! Besides! Enishi, I don’t believe what you’re saying at all. You must have made a mistake when you were all smashed.

Saneaki: Kei-dono is right. If she really were to be married to someone, she would have no reason to hide it from us—

Suzukake: Aaaaah!!

Kei: W-What is it now?

Suzukake: I-I just remembered… when I was delivering medicine earlier, I passed by Princess’ storefront. I think I saw some congratulatory gifts from a dowry being brought there...

Saneaki: What? If that’s true, then what Enishi said might have some weight…

Tsuzuramaru: Ah… it seems that way…

Enishi: Why don’t you guys trust me but trust Suzukake?!

Tsuzuramaru: If this is really happening then… Miss is really being married to some man… Aaaaagh…

Kei: Argh! You’re so loud! Don’t hold your head and start screaming! Oi, Sakyo, don’t just sit there, say something!

Sakyo: Unforgivable.

Kei: Hah? Why’d you stand up for?

Kei: ...Why’d you take your sword? …What are you planning on doing?

Sakyo: What, you ask?

Sakyo: Is it not obvious? I will cut that man.

Suzukake: Cut?! C-Calm down, Sakyo-san!

Tsuzuramaru: Y-You can’t do that!

Saneaki: That’s right, Sagihara-dono. You shouldn’t cut people.

Sakyo: But…!

Saneaki: Even if you injured him, that would change nothing.

Tsuzuramaru: Exactly!

Saneaki: It should be enough to exile him to a deserted island—

Tsuzuramaru: Saneaki!! You can’t do that either!

Kei: Saying some real scary stuff like that… are you forgetting there’s a patrolman here listening?

Enishi: In any case we’re not accepting this marriage. Everybody agree?

Sakyo: I have no complaints. This situation must be stopped, no matter the means.

Kei: You’re scaring us, you need to cool off!

Suzukake: I… I’ve always wished for the Princess’ happiness…so if she really wants to get married, I won’t stop her. But… but, if she’s hesitating even a little… then I hope I’ll be able to convince her to think about it again.

Tsuzuramaru: I’m the same. No matter what, I have to show her my feelings first!

Sakyo: Indeed. I may have been a bit rash...

Kei: A *bit*? A bit my ass. I don’t care what you guys do as long as you’re not cutting down people. And no exiling either!

Saneaki: I will think about it.

Kei: Don’t ‘think about it’, don’t even think about it at all!

Saneaki: No matter the case, I cannot pretend I didn’t hear about this. If this marriage is real, then I am concerned about why she didn’t talk to us about it. This needs to be investigated.

Enishi: Right! For the princess, let’s break this marriage!

Everyone except Kei: Right!

Kei: We’re not breaking anything, didn’t we *just say* we’re investigating? Geez… nothing bad’s gonna happen… right?

---

Track 2 - Kei

Ah, geez, what’s all this fuss about? Those guys got together and made so much noise over nothing, what an eyesore. It’s just her getting married to someone, what’s the problem?

W-Well, it’s worrying that she didn’t mention it to any of us. But just a bit. Just a bit, that’s all!

Hm? That guy ahead of me… isn’t he the young master of the cloth dealers’ Enishi talked about? But who’s the girl next to him?

(Looks like they’re pretty close… they’re walking so close, and they look happy together.

Don’t tell me, this guy’s about to get married, but he’s going on dates with girls in broad daylight?! 

Don’t mess around. So he’s not planning on properly taking care of her after all? 

That girl’s always working hard no matter where she is, she’s strong-willed but gentle at heart, and she’s an unimaginably good woman. But here you are… Dammit… how could someone like you snatch her up?)

Unforgivable. 

Oi, you over there--

Who’s there?! Don’t bother me--

Huh? Ah, i-it’s you?! Wh-What are you doing here… d-don’t you have to watch the store?

Eh? Ah… you were just coming back from the dojo? Ah, well, there’s nothing wrong with that.

(Nothing wrong with that, my ass! It’ll get ugly if she stays here! If she sees that young master walking around with another woman, she’ll get hurt for sure! I need to think of a way to get her out of here fast. Agh! Why do I have to do something like this? But I can’t just leave it...)

Uh… *ahem* ah, um.. that’s… um… ah, that’s right! You look like you’re getting hungry.

You’re not? Just say you are, idiot!

Anyway, there’s a good teahouse over there. Let’s go! Right now!

---

(*sigh* Speak of the devil and they’ll appear, huh… but looking at her, it doesn’t look like she saw the young master. But now that I’ve seen that, to let a guy who hangs out with women like that become her husband-- I’m definitely not going to allow it. But… how am I gonna tell her that? …*sigh*)

‘What’s wrong’? What a sleazy guy! It’s because I’ve been thinking about you that I have this headache!

Huh? N-No, it’s nothing… Anyway, hurry up and eat it. Look, all those fresh beans in this anmitsu is definitely going to taste good-- ah, BEANS?! Ugh, I almost ate them…

Hah? I’m not being weird at all! I’m the same as always! Just hurry up and eat it! Here, you can have my portion too.

(What the hell am I doing? I’m getting way too distracted… Anyway, all I have to say is: “Hurry up and turn down the marriage”. A sleaze like him is going to bring her nothing but unhappiness. The time to stop it is now. No, I *have* to say it! “You gotta give up a guy like that”!)

Hey, you. Just give it up.

Idiot, why are you so dazed for? Did you think I wouldn’t know? I was going to find out why you didn’t tell me. But, I have to say this.

If you keep going like this, then you’re just going to get hurt. I won’t say more on what bad things could happen. So think about it again.

That’s true. You wouldn’t understand what I’m talking about. Because you didn’t see what I saw. But I saw it myself, with my own eyes.

I always thought that as long as you were happy, it would be enough. But I realised this wasn’t right. From now on, I don’t want to see you in pain either. That’s why, just believe in me, and think about it!

Ah! I see, you were already planning on giving it up?

--Why are you giving the anmitsu I gave you back?

Hah? I was trying so hard to get you to give up the anmitsu that you decided you won’t eat anymore?

N-No! I wasn’t talking about the anmitsu!

W-Well, it’s true that I don’t like beans, but I don’t care if someone else eats them! Besides! Being this serious over a bowl of anmitsu, that doesn’t even make sense! I wasn’t talking about that at all!

Anyway! Isn’t there something more important?!

That… you know… what I’m trying to say is-- argh, dammit! What I’ve been trying to say is that I want your future to be happy!

(Huh… huh? What… did I just say?)

*Clapping*

A-ah, no! Wanting you to be happy… that… that wasn’t what I meant! I-- aghhh!!

T-The money… I’m leaving it here! Bye!!

(What am I doing…? I was supposed to have her give up on the marriage completely… in the end I said so many unnecessary things… I’ll… never be able to face her again… Guh…)

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Track 3 - Suzukake

Suzukake: (There she is… it’s the princess. She’s always sweeping the storefront at this time. If she’s really getting married… I won’t be able to meet up with her casually anymore. 

I’ll get lonely.

Hey, Princess, are you really going to get married? Did you really want to get married?

I want to ask her, but I’m scared… 

Ah! She spotted me… I… have to go. Even though I don’t know what to say… I-I’ll just talk like I normally do!)

H-Hey, Princess! The weather’s good today, isn’t it?

Eh? Why was I hiding behind the wagon? So I could come and see you— no, hide and seek! I was playing hide and seek!

Mhm! Y-Yep… I was playing by myself! Ah, no… a person can’t play by themselves… uh… um…

(Ugh… she’s going to think I’m weird…)

Eh? U-Uh huh, yeah, I came to see you. Because I have something I wanted to say to you.

(If I say that then there’s no way I’m gonna run away. I don’t want to either! I’m gonna listen to what she has to say.)

Hey… you haven’t been thinking about wanting to get married before, right?

I’m sorry for asking out of the blue… but I really have to know. You might not remember what happened during the bridal procession clearly anymore, but I still do.

I thought you looked really pretty in your bridal kimono then.

You were just a fake bride then but… but, did the princess really have someone you wanted to get married to one day? Was there... a place you wanted to go with someone?

(Why am I asking these kinds of questions? It’s because… I don’t want to let you go. If you go away with that person… I’ll get lonely. My heart will start hurting, and I’ll feel like I want to cry. Hey… don’t go off to another man’s side! Don’t go, Princess!)

Please, tell me. Do you want to get married?

...One day…?

(That’s a lie… you’re about to get married soon, aren’t you? And then we won’t be able to play, we won't be able to laugh together like this anymore.)

*sobs* Princess! You can’t! Don’t go anywhere! I don’t want that!! *cries*

I won’t be able to hug you like this anymore! I don’t want that! Hey, don’t go, alright?

I’ll do whatever I have to to make you smile! If you ever get hurt, I’ll be able to heal you quickly! No… I’d never let you get hurt! That’s why, Princess, stay with me forever!

Enishi: What the hell are you guys doing in public? 

Suzukake: Aaah! Enishi?! Let me go! Princess is— Princess is—!

Enishi: How could I let you cry out on the streets? Can’t you see you’re worrying the princess?

Suzukake: How could you be so calm? Separating us is so mean!

Enishi: Hah?

Suzukake: The princess is disappearing soon! She’s gonna get taken away by a man I don’t even know!!!

Enishi: W-Wait! If you say it like that then you’re gonna make me sound like a human trafficker! Look! The people around us are staring! Do you want the police to come too?!

Suzukake: *wailing*

Enishi: O-Oi! Don’t move around so much! A-Ah, you’ll hit the wagon! Aaaagh!!

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Track 4 - Enishi

*sigh* That got pretty bad… Thanks for letting me rest inside the restaurant, Princess. Suzukake kept coming back too, I wonder what happened?

Ah… you don’t know either. I see.

(Well, he’s probably coming back to listen to any rumours about the marriage… Even though he beat me to it, it looks like no one will bother us for the time being. Plus it’s just the two of us in the restaurant… I guess even the heavens are helping me.)

Ah, no, it’s nothing. Anyway, do you have some time now, Princess?

I see. It’s started to get calmer. That’s good. Hey, Princess, how about we talk for a bit? Here, come sit over here.

(Alright, alright! Everything’s going smoothly. Even though I want to look at Princess like this a bit more, the marriage thing is the most important thing at hand right now. I even made some special preparations for this. I have to change her mind no matter what.)

Hey, Princess. There’s actually something I want to give you.

Here, isn’t it beautiful? This kanzashi.

When I saw it I thought it would suit you so well I decided to buy it. It’s my present for you.

Don’t say that you can’t accept it, you’ll make the kanzashi cry! Besides, there’s nobody else aside from you I want to give it to, so you should take it.

Don’t move, let me put it on.

Come on, if you keep moving around I won’t be able to put it on properly, right?

Yep! I knew it’d suit you! As expected of someone like me, not bad! It’s made out of wood like the ones used for scabbards. Don’t you think that’s nice? You can say it matches the accessories I’m wearing.

Eh? You’re saying this is the first time you know what a scabbard is made out of?

Haha, I’m not *that* knowledgeable yet! Ahaha…

(Uuh… Even though I’m happy she just complimented me, we’re not here to talk about what it’s made out of… I thought it would remind her about the marriage… As expected of the princess, I can’t just use any plain old method… in that case…)

Buuuuut I’m a bit worried…

Why, you ask? Because the princess is just so cute, I’m worried that another man will steal you away.

Maybe that kanzashi can be proof that you should be by my side forever.

Hey… if I said that to you, how would you react? I don’t want to give a princess this cute to someone else.

I’m not playing around, this is how I really feel.

Princess, don’t run away. I want you to listen to me properly. The man you love the most… what’s he like?

You must have thought of someone. Even if you tried to hide it, I can see it clearly. Princess, please think about it carefully.

The man that you’re thinking of right now, is he better than me?

I don’t plan to lose to him. If you doubt my feelings, I’ll prove it to you. I’ll fight him if I have to.

Don’t stop me, there are times where men have to get into battles like this one.

I plan to bring that man here, and have a fight with him fair and square right in front of you.

What? He’s in the house? That’s perfect. Could you do me a favour and bring him out?

(The fact that this guy can just come in and out of her house in broad daylight… I’m so jealous!!— No, he’s about a hundred years too early staying here! Who is this outstanding guy? I’ll personally challenge you! If I win, she’ll definitely change her mind about the marriage!)

He’s out. I’ve been waiting for you. Now, it’s time to duel—!

Ah, huh? Um… I’m pretty sure you’re the princess’ father…?

(Why did her father come out? Hah? I just realised I didn’t specify that I was looking for her marriage partner. Haha, that’s true, if it’s not about love then of course the person she loves the most would be her father. Uh-huh… I see. So… my super serious confession didn’t get through to her at all? P-Princess… I can feel sad too, you know…)

Eh, ah… no, father… fighting fair and square… it was just a figure of speech! F-Father? Why are you grabbing my shoulder smiling like that?

Eh? A cooking battle?

You’re happy because there hasn’t been any youngsters with a backbone to challenge you lately…?? D-Don’t joke, how could a ronin like me challenge the owner of a restaurant?

N-No… y-you made a mistake— this is all just a misunderstanding!!

W-Wait!! Don’t pull me! I know I’m carrying a sword but I’ve never used a knife before!

AAH!! Princess, help me!! Princessss!!!!

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Track 5 - Interlude

Kei, Suzukake, Enishi: *sigh*

Saneaki: What’s wrong, you three? Why do you look so worn out?

Kei: Why did I… in front of so many people…

Suzukake: *sobs* No… Princess….

Enishi: J-Julienning… no more…

Sakyo: This time it’s Enishi-dono? What a predicament...

Tsuzuramaru: W-What exactly happened…?

Saneaki: Enishi-dono, don’t you have anything to say?

Enishi: I… I’ll never give up! Princesss!!

Saneaki: It’s no use. I can’t get through to him.

Tsuzuramaru: What about you, Kei? What happened?

Kei: I have nothing to say… except… except. That cloth dealer bastard was getting real chummy with another woman!

Tsuzuramaru: What?!

Sakyo: He is already going to be wed soon… and he was with another woman? Unbelievable…

Saneaki: Even if we ignored Enishi-dono for now, if Kei-dono said so then it must be true.

Enishi: Why do you always have to say things that wound my heart?

Suzukake: *sobs* Princess… *cries*

Saneaki: Suzukake-dono…

Tsuzuramaru: I can’t let this go on! I’m going to go find Miss now!

Saneaki: Wait! Tsuzuramaru-dono!

Tsuzuramaru: Don’t stop me! There’s nothing to say about a guy like him!

Saneaki: Ah, he’s gone…It looks like he went without a plan… will he be alright?

Saneaki: Now then, Sagihara-dono, what should we do?

Sakyo: You… To hand her over to a person like that… 

Saneaki: …It looks like there isn’t a plan here either. *sigh*

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Track 6 - Tsuzuramaru

Tsuzuramaru: *panting* I made it…

(Miss… she’s inside. Calm down, Tsuzuramaru. She’s just the same as usual, helping out at home, she hasn’t left the house yet. I can still make it. I should still make it! Now’s the time to be a man, as if I’m staking my life on this!)

*stomach grumbles*

(For my stomach to growl even at a time like this… it makes me hate myself. No… but… ah… that smells so good. It looks like they’re cooking something right now. Are these dried sweet potatoes? 

That smell… Miss’ food always whets the appetite. My stomach’s been completely captured. Even if it’s the same dish, if you look carefully, you can tell she put a lot of effort into it. A woman who meticulously works no matter what it is… that’s Miss… I… I…)

*stomach grumbles*

(Ugh… I want to yell out how I feel about Miss, but I’m so hungry I can’t even summon the energy…)

M-Miss? Why did you come outside?

Is that so? Because you saw me? H-How embarrassing. I seem to have gotten in the way of your cooking.

(No, this is a good opportunity. If I want Miss to cancel the marriage now’s the moment!)

Miss… actually, I’ve been wanting to tell you—

Ugh… this… Actually, I haven't eaten properly since morning because of my worries…

I came at a good time?

T-Taste testing? Are you saying I can help  taste what you’re making right now?

(What? N-No… why did I come here in the first place? But to decline her offer would be a shame… and I’m hungry anyway…)

T-Then if it’s alright with you, I’ll try a little.

Y-Yes! Excuse me…

Usually the master does all the food preparations. It’s strange to see Miss doing that today.

Hm? A lot of customers came and there weren't enough ingredients? So he went to get some?

Ahaha, these customers can really eat a lot, don't they?

Eh? They weren’t eaten? He just did a lot of cooking? And made a lot of food? 

Hm… I don’t really understand, but that’s unfortunate, isn’t it?

(Wait… doesn’t that mean it’s just the two of us here right now? W-What…? My heart suddenly won’t calm down… Anyway, I need to calm down first…)

Sorry, Miss! I was just thinking about something. Ah... did you need me to taste that sweet potato?

Then I’ll help myself.

Delicious! It’s so good! I could taste the flavour of the hot sweet potato as soon as it hit my mouth!

I’m not just being polite! Miss will definitely be a good wife one day. 

(Hm? Wife? That’s right… I seem to have forgotten something important. What was it?)

Oh, did you need me to taste that too?

I’m very grateful. Then, if you’ll allow me…

As expected, delicious! 

(Ah… I’m so lucky... If I were to marry Miss… would it be like this everyday? Marry? ...Marry? Huh… Something doesn’t seem right. I’ve forgotten something… but I can’t remember.

No, I should be focusing on helping taste test the dishes Miss made herself! If I don’t do it properly there’ll be retribution!)

The flavour of this fried fish is endless! I can’t stop my chopsticks! It’s so good I want to eat it with rice! Eh? Can I? Then I’ll help myself. I’ll eat this rice ball, then!

Ah! So satisfying!

Miss’ future husband is going to be so lucky! Hahahaha….

---

Kei: So. Why did you come back so casually after going out to eat food?!!

Tsuzuramaru: I-I’m ashamed of myself…

Kei: A samurai should stick to his word! Where did all that energy you had when you rushed out this morning go?!!

Tsuzuramaru: Ah… it’s because Miss’ food was so good, I accidentally forgot my original objective…

Suzukake: How lucky, you got to eat the princess’ homemade cooking.

Enishi: Good grief. Let’s not even talk about the food I made, all I got was severe criticism. Huu...

Tsuzuramaru: I-I’m sorry. Hey, where’s Saneaki?

Kei: He just went out. If he can’t do it either, then there’s nothing we’ll be able to do.

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Track 7 - Saneaki

(The sun is about to set, and the number of pedestrians passing the bridges has fallen. If the information obtained is correct, the cloth dealer’s young master should pass by here around this time. To get to the truth about these marriage rumours, and the fact that he’s been close to other women, I’ll get to the bottom of this here. If there are any surprises…

No… of course, I don’t plan to cut him down. But if it’s just... the back of the blade, then there should be no problem.

W-What was I just thinking? I’m just going to talk to him.

But… contaminating her beautiful and flawless heart, this is a very serious crime.

Hm? That figure… It’s her? Why? At this time?

I can’t believe I’d see her while waiting for the young master… if she asks me what I’m doing, I’ll have no way to answer her. 

Ugh, did she notice me?)

What a coincidence.

To meet in a place like this. Although… where were you going at a time like this?

Tsuzuramaru-dono forgot something at the restaurant? 

(What was he doing? That Tsuzuramaru-dono…)

Ah, if that’s the case, I can return it to him. No, it’s fine. I have plans to see him again soon, so it’s no trouble. 

Hm? Is something wrong?

Are you that surprised that he and I made plans to meet?

(Ah! No, if you think about it, it is strange! I usually live in the mountains far away from Edo, it’s already unusual for me to be on the streets. Not only that, but to also say I’m meeting with Tsuzuramaru-dono, she’ll definitely think something happened.)

Ah, no, Tsuzuramaru-dono and I were… I know, we promised to train together.

Yes, it was a favour he asked of me. I planned to meet up with him for a few duels.

(Looks like she believes me. So the princess's heart is this pure and flawless.

Plus, my heart is hurting as well.)

Hm? N-No, you don’t have to join us. Although I’m aware you're very passionate about the naginata, it is not appropriate to meet men at night.

Even if you ask me… I can’t…

(Oh no… hearing me mention practice… her eyes are sparkling… If I say it was just a lie, then she’ll know I deceived her. But, I can’t bear to refuse her like this. 

Is there something I could say that wouldn’t hurt her but make her give up…?)

M-My apologies, but wouldn’t it be too difficult for you? This will be very intense training. It’s not something someone should go into without being fully aware of what it is.

What kind of training is it? Well… that…

(F-For me to lie to a pure-hearted girl… please forgive me for my sins!)

We will cross blades at Mount Nabebuta. With a single slice, we will be able to cleave through rocks and trees, split even the earth and ocean, make mountains erupt flames, to raise gales on flat ground, this atypical power passed under the heavens, the true swordsmanship that governs the universe and all living things! That! Is that we will be training for. 

(Is what I said, but what sort of samurai like that would exist?! Even someone like her would notice…!)

I-I see… you think that’s impressive.

No… that… isn’t much.

(S-She believed me? E-Even though I was the one who said it… but to believe even those words is really… Ah… Her trusting eyes… seeing them now pains me!)

What? You want to watch us despite all that? No! E-Even watching us will be difficult.

The reason? The reason is…

(I’ve reached my limit… if I keep betraying her trust in me and continuing saying nonsense… I… I…—)

There’s no possible way I could do that!!

(Oh, God! Please forgive this most sinful servant of yours!)

---

Track 8 - Sakyo

Everyone: *sigh*

Enishi: Look, even Saneaki looks like he’s gone through a tough battle.

Suzukake: It seems so… Tsuzuramaru aside, Saneaki-san looks so defeated…

Enishi: It looks like the sun is setting soon, I can’t believe the mood got even heavier.

Suzukake: *sigh* We’ve really at the end of our ropes, what do we do now?

Enishi: Oi, Kei, don’t you have any good ideas?

Kei: Don’t ask me, go ask Sagihara. ...Huh? Where did he go?

Enishi: Huh? Now that you say it I haven’t seen him for a while.

Suzukake: Sakyo-san had a really scary face all day, is he going to be alright? When he first heard what Enishi told us, he almost lost his head…

Kei: That was the first time I’ve seen Sagihara make a face that scary before. Don’t tell me… something happened…?

Enishi: No… is what I’d like to say, but I’ve been having a bad feeling about this…

Suzukake: A bad feeling?

Kei: Don’t you remember? When we first met up…

(Flashback)

Sakyo: What, you ask?

Sakyo: Is it not obvious? I will cut that man.

---

Enishi: You don’t think he really took his sword and…?

Suzukake: Eh?! Then we have to go stop him!

Kei: I don’t want to believe it but, with a face like that he really might have gone and done it.

Enishi: In any case, we have to hurry…!

Suzukake: Yep! Come on, Tsuzuramaru, Saneaki-san! You have to pull yourself together for the princess!

Tsuzuramaru: A-Ah, sorry. Now’s not the time to be all down!

Saneaki: Even I had been… Let’s hurry and find Sagihara-dono!

---

Sakyo: Without knowing it I came to the storefront…

(Just thinking about her marriage partner gives me goose bumps all over my body in disgust. To cheat and marry a girl who doesn’t know any better, what a despicable man! Absolutely unforgivable.

Princess. I will definitely rescue you from the claws of this demon!

For that sake… yes, I have no choice but to draw support from the power of my blade!

Oh? It seems I have been discovered.)

Good evening, Princess.

Are you alright? To step outside at night like this is dangerous. You stepped out because you saw me?

Thank you very much.

Truthfully, I came to find you because I had something I wished to talk to you about.

Eh? Everyone has been saying they were looking for you?

(That’s true… everyone has been very worried about this issue. You did not change your mind no matter who came to you… That is why, I will use this sword…! 

But I cannot do that in a place with so many people. I must find a place much darker, more quiet, somewhere where nobody can disturb me…)

Princess, are you willing to experience the night breeze with me for a while?

---

Kei: Oi! Is he over there?

Suzukake: He’s not! Where did Sakyo-san take the princess off to?

Kei: Sagihara!! Where are you? Come out!!

Suzukake: Sakyo-san!! Don’t hide anymore!

Tsuzuramaru: He really did go to the store, but I didn’t think we’d be a step too late… I didn’t think he’d take Miss, and not the young master…

Enishi: Sakyo wouldn’t get violent towards the princess, would he?!

Suzukake: N-No way! That wouldn’t happen, right?!

Tsuzuramaru: How could this have happened? Miss!! Where are you?

Saneaki: Isn’t he nearby? We should search the opposite side next…

Sakyo: Oh…?

Everyone: W-We found you!!

Sakyo: W-What is it? Staring at me like I am some exotic creature… and being so loud.

Kei: You have the gall to look that indifferent. We’ve been looking for you!

Sakyo: I do not know what happened, but can you step aside? The princess and I have a place we must go, please do not disturb us.

Suzukake: A place you have to go… w-where?

Enishi: Don’t tell me it’s the Underworld…?

Sakyo: The Underworld? Hm…

Sakyo: Haha. Well, if I am with the Princess, then that place does not sound bad…

Tsuzuramaru: Wh—

Saneaki: I knew it… it’s like that…

Sakyo: I was just teasing, your faces are all so pale. I was simply playing—

Tsuzuramaru: Even if you’re Sakyo, I won’t let you get away with it!

Sakyo: Excuse me—?

Tsuzuramaru: Miss! You can’t lose your life here! Come over here, run!

Sakyo: Where do you think you’re going? Wait!

Enishi: Tsuzuramaru, that guy’s getting the spotlight! As if I’ll let him! Just you wait—

Saneaki: …There’s no choice.

Suzukake: W-Wait! Everybody!

Kei: That idiot! Dammit…

---

Sakyo: I… I finally caught you… Princess… come, this time… you and I will… together… go…

Tsuzuramaru: I… I won’t let you! Sakyo! Think about it again properly!

Sakyo: No matter how many times I think, my feelings will not change!

Kei: You finally drew your sword, huh, you blockhead!

Saneaki: Sagihara-dono! Do you really think doing this will make the princess happy?

Suzukake: Exactly, Sakyo-san! Come on, put the sword down!

Sakyo: I politely decline the offer. No matter how many times my hand must grasp this sword, I must tell the princess how I feel!

Tsuzuramaru: I won’t let you! Miss, please hide behind me!

Sakyo: You’re naive, Tsuzuramaru-dono.

Sakyo: Oh? There’s a flying riceball in the sky!

Tsuzuramaru: What? Where?

Sakyo: An opening!

Tsuzuramaru: Dammit! Miss!

Enishi: What the hell are you doing, Tsuzuramaru? How could you fall for that?

Sakyo: Hehe. For Tsuzuramaru-dono to think he would win against me, he is a hundred years early for that!

Sakyo: Princess. I truly want to bring you to a very beautiful place. But please, allow me to use this blade to… to blade to…

Everyone: STOP!!

Sakyo: ...give to you! From now on, my family treasures and myself will belong to you!

Everyone: WHAT???

Sakyo: Even after these five’s persuasion, you haven't changed your mind. Since you still want to be paired with someone, then you will have no reason to be paired with that person! Allow me to take you as my bride! So, Princess, you no longer need to be by another person’s side!

Kei: Can you not make it about that?!

Enishi: Right! Right! If you can propose to her can I propose too?!

Kei: That’s not the point either!!

Suzukake: You can be with the princess when you become the groom, right? Then I want to become the groom!

Tsuzuramaru: W-What?! Then me too!! I want to eat Miss’ delicious food every day!

Saneaki: No, no, a groom is a man who can manage the family. If that’s the case then I am the best choice, when it comes to cooking I have some confidence in myself.

Kei: Did any of you guys even listen to me?!!!!

Sakyo: Princess, you do not have to listen to the others. Throw away the cloth dealer’s young master. All you have to do is choose me. Come, Princess!

---

Tsuzuramaru: M-Miss? Miss? Are you alright?

Enishi: She must be overwhelmed with how she couldn’t even cut in…

Saneaki: You’re asking what this is all about?

Sakyo: What do you mean? We…

Suzukake: We heard you were getting married… so… 

Enishi: Right, and it’s the young master from the cloth dealer, right? But I don’t think that guy will make you happy.

Kei: Sorry, but I saw that guy go out with another girl.

Tsuzuramaru: That’s why we’ve been coming to you, so you can think about this marriage more carefully!

Tsuzuramaru: Eh? You haven’t been thinking about getting married?

Sakyo: But your house seems to have a dowry…

Saneaki: The dowry is your neighbour’s?

Suzukake: Eh? You’re just minding it because they’re not home?

Tsuzuramaru: W-Wait, but there’s been rumours that Miss and the young master were getting married?

Kei: O-Oi, Enishi! What’s going on? Didn’t you say the young master’s getting married to her?

Enishi: Yeah, that’s what I heard! And I was listening properly! The young master’s marriage partner is energetic, is good at cooking, her voice is as clear as a bell, and even flowers will bloom on the road where she walks. She’s so slender she looks like she would break at a touch, but her willpower is stronger than most people. And the most important thing: I heard she has a cute smile!

Enishi: It’s definitely the princess! Even now I think I’m right! That’s how it is! What do you think, you lot?

Tsuzuramaru: …I agree.

Suzukake: That’s true…

Saneaki: I see… Well, it’s not like I don’t understand how Enishi-dono feels.

Kei: WHERE?! You got it completely wrong!!

Sakyo: Wait a second… so what you are saying… is that this is all… a misunderstanding?

Enishi: Ah… It… seems… so. Hehe, but knowing the princess isn’t getting married is good news!

Kei: It’s. Not. Good. News. At. ALLLL!!!

---

Track 9 - Ending

Sakyo: Apologies for intruding.

Tsuzuramaru: Oh, if it isn’t Sakyo.

Sakyo: Tsuzuramaru-dono? And everyone else seems to have gathered here...

Enishi: Yep, and with you we’ll all be present. Can you sit with everyone? Sit here.

Sakyo: To visit the princess again… it seems everyone had the same idea.

Suzukake: Mhm, I caused trouble for the princess, so I bought some tea sweets as a gift for her.

Saneaki: Everyone all came here for the same reason.

Enishi: Anyway, it doesn’t need to be said, doesn’t matter which one of us it is, we all want to see the princess, right? Right, Kei?

Kei: D-Don’t touch me! You’re the one who needs to reflect on himself the most!

Tsuzuramaru: But, even though we brought trouble to Miss, to know that this time it was all just a misunderstanding was good. After reflecting my stomach couldn’t help but grumble, what can you do?

Enishi: Well… can’t you see Sakyo’s dripping in cold sweat?

Sakyo: T-That is not because I am here to apologise… please do not talk about it. You are being spiteful.

Suzukake: Let’s calm down, the both of you. Enishi, don’t make Sakyo angry.

Enishi: Alright, alright. Well… why isn’t the princess here yet?

Sakyo: Oh? That is strange… did she leave the restaurant today?

Saneaki: Yes, her father was the one who seated us.

Kei: That’s unusual. Usually she’ll rush back to welcome us. What is she doing…?

Tsuzuramaru: Don’t tell me… she’s been mad at us these past few days, so she doesn’t want to see us anymore?

Suzukake: Eh?! We didn’t make the princess hate us, did we?

Enishi: N-No way… we’re talking about the kind-hearted princess here! There’s no way that’s it…

Saneaki: But if it is… we should prepare ourselves just in case.

Kei: Don’t say something like that so seriously.

Sakyo: It does not look like we need to do that kind of preparation.

Suzukake: Ah! Princess! You came! That’s good!

Suzukake: Eh? The kimono you’re wearing today isn’t the same as the one you normally wear.

Tsuzuramaru: It… it suits you well!

Saneaki: I see… you got your other one wet, so you changed your clothes… 

Enishi: Oh, it was just that? Buuuut… hmhm! Not bad! It’s more mature than your usual look, it adds to your womanliness!

Kei: Why’re you saying stuff like that? She hasn’t changed from how she normally is, or whatever.

Sakyo: It is good if that is the case. Kei-dono, why can’t you look at her?

Kei: Shut up!

Sakyo: Heh. Well, I cannot say I do not understand that kind of feeling too. That said, Princess, this is a gift to make up for that day. Please accept it.

Sakyo: No, please do. If you cannot, then my feelings will not be able to recover.

Sakyo: Phew… now I will be able to breathe in relief.

Tsuzuramaru: I’m really sorry, Miss. I got you involved in all that… Haha, seeing you able to laugh like that, it’s already something I can appreciate.

Suzukake: Ah, a customer is calling for you. Sorry for disturbing your work.

Saneaki: Don’t mind us, you should go back to work.

Kei: We’ll call you after we decide what to order.

Tsuzuramaru: Even though we caused nothing but trouble for her… she’s still… such a kind-hearted girl!

Sakyo: Yes, I agree.

Enishi: That’s because she's that kind of princess. That’s why we can’t stop watching her. Ignoring the whole thing with the cloth dealer’s young master, a wonderful woman like her, even if it was someone else we wouldn’t let her go easily.

Saneaki: The so-called fusion of reality and rumors. The customers watch over her too.

Suzukake: You’re right… they’re looking at her and talking about something. 

Tsuzuramaru: Shh. Don’t talk…

Suzukake: What’s wrong? All of a sudden...

Tsuzuramaru: Those men over there, just now, they were talking about the rumours about Miss… 

Tsuzuramaru: WHAAAAT!!

Tsuzuramaru: This time… he wants to get married to Miss???

Everyone: WHAT?!

Sakyo: I have had enough of this!!

[apenapaperandadoofus]

college au (spicy)

Yoosung x MC? 👀

Oop I see you there nonny :0

MM college AU (Yoosung x MC) nsfw-ish wink wonk

Warnings: uhhh lote of fluff and also sum drinking so uh yeah (idk if I should put it as a warning but there ya go anyway, just in case!)

You bitterly congratulated yourself as you looked at the text message you just received from your classmate.

Basically you had overslept, playing games too late at night(or should we say morning? You went to sleep at 4am and your class was at 7!) You didn't hear your alarm and basically missed your first day of class!

To be fair, you had planned on going to sleep at 12, but all of a sudden this bastard stole your loot and you wanted v e n g e a n c e

Sadly you weren't able to find the guy and had to cool off by playing a few rounds of LOLOL and just massacring the enemy team. Still, you swore to get back that amazing item you had just received.

The thing was, the first day of class, your professor had actually given everyone a group project! Yes, he was one of those teachers -_-

Since you hadn't been there you weren't able to group with your friend, and you had gotten paired up with people you didn't really know. You weren't super good at making friends, so you were getting a bit nervous, and you also didn't want to loose the whole percentage of the work, since you did have to get good grades!

A few weeks later, the group (who had already made a group chat a few days after you missed class, there were a total of five people with you included) and you all decided to meet at the coffee shop near the campus to talk about the project. It was due in two days, and you already had most of your part of the work done thankfully! We stan being responsible (a/n says the procastination queen LMFAO SORRY)

When you made it to the coffee shop, you only saw a total of two people there. One of them was a plain looking dude, with brown hair wearing some purple glasses, and the other one was a blonde boy who immediately made you think of a golden retriever! The two guys looked up at you, with the blonde one immediately standing up and introducing himself.

"Hi! Uhm, my name is Yoosung! Yoosung Kim! Nice to meet you!"

Oh my goodness he's adorable... though where have I heard that name before...?

You introduced yourself and told him your name, replying that it was nice to meet him too!

As you sat down beside him, you couldn't help but sneak glances in his directions. He was very very cute, his purple eyes looking all happy and excited all the time. Yet sometimes you could see a hint of.... hopelessness. You wondered why.

It turned out, that the other group members had suddenly called in sick, or said they had a family emergency. Not only that, but the plain guy with glasses gave you both an usb and mumbled that he actually had to go somewhere else today, but that he had his part of the presentation done and was in the usb.

Of course that did not make any of you happy at all. Yoosung looked as if he was about to either cry or punch someone, maybe both, and you werw mad that your teammates were so useless. But you tried to stay positive, I mean hey, now you get to spend time with the cute guy alone!

The two of you seemed to be the only ones to have done any work, the glasses dude's presentation was....let's just say wrong information and a white background with a yellow sans font. No I'm not joking.

"AGHHH this is impossible! How are we going to get all this work done in two days!? This is three people's part of the project, and it's not exactly short! Were gonna be here all afternoon!" Yoosung sobbed, as he covered his face and laid his head on the table.

"H-hey it's alright! We can uh...we can do it! I'm sure it won't take that long!"

It did take that long.

In face, it was 3am when you finished and had to leave the place because it was closing, so you had to go to your room and finish it there.

As soon as you were done, you both let out a tired victory yell and you fell back on your bed.

"Oh,hey Y/N, could I borrow your computer for a second? I just gotta check something that can't really wait..."

"Sure!" You gave him a thumbs up and rolled on your side to face Yoosung who was probably checking his emails.

You were not prepared for the scream that he suddenly let out.

"YOOSUNG!? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT!?"

He flinched when he heard your voice and slowly got up from the chair, pointing a finger shakily in your direction.

"Y-you....y-y-you a-are....TortillasRock320?"

You immediately sat up upon hearing the username you had made when you were 13 suddenly being said. Then you nodded. "How...how do you know me...?"

Yoosung's face became paler and you could see him start fidgeting a little before he pointed at himself.

"S-Supeman...Y-Yoosung...."

You immediately let out a gasp, shocking the poor boy and you stood up. "YOU!! YOU STOLE ALL MY LOOT IN LOLOL!"

"IMSOSORRYIDIDNTMEANTOITWASANACCIDENTITRIEDGIVINGITBACKBUTYOUATTACKEDMEANDTHENIJUSTPANICKEDANDLOGGEDOFF."

"I...ugh....dammit. it just had to be you didn't it?" You rubbed your temples and then Yoosung looked up from the ground.

"U-uhm...I could give it back...and uh...maybe get you some food?"

"Food isn't gonna cut it, as much as I love it."

"W-well how about we go and eat in a few days f-for now and then uh...we couldddd....think of something else!" He looked at you with a big smile and who could say no to that face?

So you exchanged phone numbers. It was just meant to try and see whenever the two of you could meet up for some food, but then it became into LOLOL discussions, and just talks about everything and anything. He talked a out his family, his friends, and his struggled with school, with you eventually telling him about your struggles as well. Before you knew it, the two fo you were speaking every single day, at any hour, and you had found out so much about each other. Not only that, but you had eventually become attracted to him.

Finally, vacations came! And the two of you decided to celebrate it by going to a bar with your friends! But then the two of you left because there was too many people, so you bought some beer and went to a nearby internet cafe to play....you guessed it! LOLOL

The two of you had such an AMAZING time, taking shots everyone one of you got killed, or destroyed a tower, or killed one of the dragons, or....well eventually it was just you two drinking and playing.

When you were done it was about 1am, and the cafe closed so you decided to go to Yoosung's place to maybe play there. But then, as the two of you drunkenly made it up the elevator, you suddenly remembered that Yoosung owed you from stealing your loot!

"Hic! Y-Yoosung...l-listen to me y-you brat. You oweeee me a wishhhh."

"Huh?.....oh wait...yeah I d-do right? Bec- hic! Becauzeee I stole your loot last t-time right??"

"I k-know what I want. L-lets just go to y-your apartment first....hic!" You smiled evilly as you thought about what you would do.

You grabbed Yoosung's hand, and he led you towards his place. After laughing and fumbling with his keys for a solid 2 minutes, Yoosung managed to open his door! He mockingly bowed and said "Y-you firstttt~" which made you courtesy and giggle replying "Wh-what a gentleman!"

You waited for Yoosung to close the door, and then he turned around to look at you with a big smile on his face.

"S-sooo Y/N! What...what do you want me t-to do?" He asked.

You made your way towards him and smirked. Then before Yoosung could reply he let out a help as you grabbed him by the hair and made him kneel in front of you, in all fours. "Yoosung. I want you to be my....servant for a day. I want you to do anything I ask you to."

Yoosung gulped and shyly looked up at you, his entire face red. "I...I should? Anything?"

You chuckled. "Yes. You owe me remember? That was a pretty rare item, the one you stole for me. So you should....pay...for what you've done, don't you think so?" He slowly nodded and you pet his head. "Good boy~ Now how about we start by....you taking your clothes off."

Yoosung's eyes widened, but you tightened your grip on his hair and he slowly started undoing his shirt buttons. Then he looked up at you again. "U-uhm...Wh-what else should I do...?"

"Mmm how about you take your pants off now? And do it quickly Yoosung, we don't have all day."

He nodded and took his pants off, kneeling in the ground only in his boxers, and then, in the heat of the moment (you don't exactly knew what took over you) you pressed your foot between his legs, making Yoosung let out a surprised gasp.

"Oho~ You like this don't you? You're hard." You chuckled and pressed harder between his legs, and Yoosung let out a moan.

"I'm...ngh! S-sorry, I d-don't really understand why it's...it's like that uhm.. I'm sorry."

You chuckled and knelt beside Yoosung, cupping his face in your hands. "Yoosung you don't need to apologize. It must feel hot down there...how about we make you feel good?"

Yoosung became even redder, but he looked to the side and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, shyly nodding at you to continue.

You smiled and took Yoosung's underwear off, his member already hard, and slowly, you started licking the tip making Yoosung moan.

"MNGHHH! Y-Y/N!!!"

"Mhmm? What ish it Yoosung? Mmph..." You replied, looking up at him while having his member in your mouth.

"Y-you're....s-sucking...it! Ah! I- I'm....if you do it with your tongue like that...I'm going to...-mmmgh!".

He's adorable, you thought, as you sucked harder and harder. Soon, Yoosung reached his climax, and you mischievously smirked. "I'm glad you enjoyed it...now how about we go to the main course? I deserve to feel good too, you know?" You said, as you took your jeans and underwear off.

"H-huh?! N-no, wait I just ca-AHHHHN~"

Yoosung gasped as you slowly took him in, straddling him. You tangled your fingers in his hair while Yoosung gripped your hips, his hands trembling.

"I'm....I'm moving now, ok Yoosung?"

Yoosung moaned as you started grinding your hips against him, your hips moving quickly up and down on their own. You laughed and leaned your head back, making Yoosung look confusedly up at you.

"You're just so adorable Yoosung!....I really like you, you know?"

Yoosung stared at you, and then he quickly grabbed your head and pulled you in for a rough kiss.

"I...mhm...I've liked you...too...mmm...for a very...very long time...Y/N." He whispered between kisses. "Agh! Y-you suddenly tightened up, down there....mhm it...it feels really good." He said as he looked at you, his eyes teary and full of lust.

Goddamn this man.

"Yoosung...I...I like you too!" You felt your face heat up a bit, and Yoosung quickly pulled away to look at you. Then, he tightened his grip on your hips and quickly started moving up and down

"Y-Yoosung!!!! Y-you're moving t-too fast! Mhm!!! I can't!! Too fast! Too fast!"

"Y/N...Y/N...." He whispered, burying his face in the crook of your neck, as his thrust became faster and harder.

"I'm going to...." You gasped.

"M-me too! Let's...let's do it...together!"

You pulled Yoosung in for a kiss and the two of you moaned as you both reached your climax.

The two of you held each other for a bit, until Yoosung got cold and he carried you to his bed. The two of you kissed each other for a bit, before falling asleep.

The next morning you found Yoosung on the corner of his room, his ears all red while he hugged his knees.

"Uhm....Yoosung! Mor...ning...?"

He flinched as he heard you and then he slowly looked up. Before you could ask him what in the diddly darn heck his ass was doing in there, he got up and bowed.

"I'm so sorry!!! I'm sorry about, about yesterday I was drunk, and then I just got really excited and kept going even after you said it was too fast, and I also said all that weird stuff and I'm just, I'm really really sorry!!"

You were taken aback for a minute before you smiled and made your way towards him, making him look up at you. "Yoosung...you don't have to apologize for anything. I know we....we were a bit uh...well we were really drunk but... I still stand by everything I said yesterday. I do like you. I...I like everything about you Yoosung."

His face became red, bue eventually Yoosung slowly and shyly smiled at you. "You...you really do?"

"Yessir."

"Heh....I'm...I'm so happy Y/N...I really like you too!"

He cupped your cheek and the two of you slowly got closer and closer until your lips were touching in a chaste kiss. When you finished Yoosung chuckled, still red in the face. "So uhmm...does that mean we're a...couple now?"

You smiled and poked his cheek. "Yup! And there's no going back after this, you hear me?"

"Y-yes! Of course I'd never think of it!"

"Good! Now how about we go back to bed...and have a little fun hmm?~"

Yoosung smiled and pulled you towards him, smiling. "That doesn't sound too bad...and we're on vacation right now, so I don't see any reason we shouldn't stay in bed and do...that all day."

You laughed and Yoosung picked you up bridal style, gently throwing you in his bed and pinning you down.

The two of you officially became a couple that day! Yayyy!

Also btw you got an A- in the assignment so good work fellas ;)

The end!

[formulatrash]

hi so you don't have to post this but i just needed to get this off my chest. i saw your tweet about carlos' unfunny anecdote. the 'punchline' wasn't even what stood out to me, but it was the xenophobia of it all. it was so bizarre. he's literally a foreigner visiting china. and he was like 'we went to a restaurant that was TOO chinese. it was not westernized enough'. like what the fuck did he expect? he's literally IN CHINA. as a chinese person that whole thing just....AGHHH

No this is totally legit. I am now annoyed at myself for not being harsher about it earlier tbh (in my defence I’d just woken up and was deep in a ‘I can’t believe I am seeing this with my eyes’ bit)

I really, really hope both he and Estrella post an apology. It was not acceptable (I believe it was pulled after other people saw it) and it was outright racist. Especially at a time when sinophobia and anti-Chinese bullcrap is raging across the globe and people are literally getting beaten up for even being perceived as Chinese on like, the London Underground.

I know Carlos has problematic tendencies; tbh, all the current-or-former Red Bull lot do and he in particular has some serious Spanish Tory tendencies (sorry, idk what the actual Spanish equivalent of the Tory party is - whatever Alejandro used to be a politician for) but. I’m so mad at him. This wasn’t like ‘oh I said something dumb at a party’ or even a heated gamer moment or something this was like 

Estrella Galicia 0.0: Hola Carlito, our favourite little pilot, please make us the funny video content for Instagram!Carlos: haha yes, here is a hilarious story, it is funny actually that it is about China, speaking now!Estrella Galicia 0.0: perfecto, we will subtitle this! so funCarlos: I repost the translation for everyone to understand my racism!Me, having worked in motorsports PR: [eyes bulge]

Like if he has to be an ignorant-as-balls in private then I guess that is something that has somehow happened despite his broad international travel and privilege but man at least. Not on a sponsor video that production and thought has gone into because that isn’t just careless it’s deliberate and bluntly, somewhat heartbreaking from one of the ones I thought was growing out of his more thoughtlessly fuckboy stage.

A lot of them have terrible friends who they sort of go along with because they live in these weird, sheltered bubbles and so you could catch them saying things they don’t really think to fit in, in a group. That doesn’t make it more forgivable really but it at least means they’re just dumb But this was a rehearsed thing where he could have said anything and chose that.

I’m so mad at him. In all fairness, I think McLaren or at least, someone else who is interested in Carlos’ PR activities are also very mad at him given the speed with which it was pulled after UK wake up time.

Also this is an incredibly minor point but he is 100% not allowed to take the piss out of Lando for not knowing anything about food, going forwards.

(For anyone who missed this and with a 12-foot-high !!!racism!!!! warning: he implied a restaurant in China served him cat as chicken because he ordered some chicken and it was a “very Chinese” restaurant and then a cat went into the kitchen and didn’t come back out which might, to you and I, with our working human brains, seem not very good PR)