#( wc _ 479 )

[besaea]

LOOKING BACK moon saea reflecting on practice and the performance

     this time when she’s pulled away from everyone, she’s not as surprised as she was last time. her recovery is quick and she practically skips into the room, because she’s feeling pretty good about the performance that she had just done. she’s not even thinking about rankings right now, if only because she wants to focus on salute and how nice it had been to work with people who meshed so well together.

     when asked about her thoughts on their performance this time, saea’s eyes brighten and curve into her signature crescents, her whisker dimples showing. “i think we did good, or i hope we did. it’s a concept i haven’t really had a chance to try out and, despite my team being all boys, i also really enjoyed the lyrics. ladies all across the world~” she’s amused but she hopes it comes across as sincere as she means it. 

     she’s asked how she felt about ranking second and getting center position for my turn and her eyes widen just slightly. “i really didn’t expect it! i thought i did well, but not well enough to get center since i was told i needed to work on my singing more? it really was an honour and it’s a memory i’ll treasure forever,” she adds, smiling. 

     it really will be. she doesn’t think she’ll ever forget being announced as center and then practicing the choreography with everyone there. it had been nervewracking at first, but at least dance was something she had confidence in herself in. even if she somehow fails and ends up getting eliminated or something, she thinks that she’ll keep the video of my turn on her phone to remind her that she had tried something and she had had fun even if it hadn’t worked out in the end. 

      “do i feel pressured about my rank?” she repeats the question, wanting to make sure she had heard correctly. she nods slowly and then ends up shrugging. while at first she had been feeling like she needed to work extra hard to make sure she didn’t disappoint people, she had felt that she was doing what she could to be the best version of herself that she could be on stage. and she assumes this question comes from the number of people who had ranked high originally, only to fall because of too much pressure. she doesn’t really think she’s felt extra pressure, if only maybe because her expectations of herself had already been so high. 

     “maybe a little? i feel like i need to work hard to maintain it, but i also think that if i work harder than i have, i’ll be acting like a robot. rest is as important as practice is, and i think we all need to find that balance to be able to do well. i hope i didn’t disappoint though!”

[noelxbe]

reflect on it

“explain what happens in your thought”

...

         he wasn’t exactly used to being in front of cameras, sure he had his tik-tok account with quite the number of views and followers, but he didn’t show his face, that was an account for his pets. and posting on other social medias like instagram was something he rarely ever did. he was not used to cameras, but perhaps now, quickly, he had to get used to it. at least he usually learned rather quickly, at least he was rather social, and he didn’t feel scared in front of a camera, just not used to it. 

an interview.

‘what was the greatest challenge during this mission?’ get ready to talk. “it must’ve been the vocal part, i auditioned for the show with dance, and dance is usually the only i’ve put focus into. this mission focused on more than just dance, and as a not very good dancer and a far from good singer, it felt like i had to learn two things at once. i’m glad for this opportunity i’ve gotten, and i’ll keep working hard, this is something i’ve been wanting to do for a while, but have been too scared to do” he’s quiet for a second. “i’ve always been a quick learner, but usually when learning stuff i’m learning one thing at a time, here i had to focus on singing, dancing, charisma, facial expressions, and a bunch of things at once, so… i guess that was the most difficult thing, everything at once”.

‘was there another participant who was especially helpful?’ a quick chuckle leaves his lips before he begins. “it’s rather funny actually… but i know quite a lot of the other people who have joined the show. “i know around five other trainees, and they’ve all been very helpful to me… i placed last, and while it doesn’t bother me, i do want to prove that i deserve more than last place, and really every other person here has been helpful. it’s kind of like if i asked for help, it seemed like anyone would be willing to give it, i did of course not ask every person on the show for help, i needed some solo practice too to improve… i think especially hyejin has been helpful, but then again, everyone has been helpful, it’s a bunch of nice people you’ve got on the show” he smiles.

‘do you feel confident in your performance’ tricky question. “i think it’s obvious to tell i’ve improved, and i hope the people viewing my performance will see that, i still think i’m far from being in the top among the other’s here, but i believe in that i’m making quick progress. i’m giving my all to this show, and i hope that’s visible in my performance, while i know others probably did better than me, then yes, i’m confident in the performance i’ve provided”.

[parkersgarage]

The Morning After

a/n: yk I was writing this with intentions of it being sad but then I saw a clip of him shirtless and it went sideways

jake seresin x gn!reader | 479 wc | warnings; reader gets called sweetheart, alludes to sex, jake has a fboy past, MDNI pls (there’s nothing explicit but I prefer minors to not read this)

Your eyes felt heavy when you woke up, your head spinning and throbbing when you lifted it from your pillows. Your hand reached blindly to the other side, slumping back down when you felt cold sheets.

He left. Of course he left. That was just who he was. You couldn’t believe the hope that set in your heart the moment you let him in, the hope that made you think you’d be different to him.

But that was just who he was—a man of many one-night stands.

Rustling in your bathroom took your attention away from degrading Jake, your eyes widening when you saw the sliver of light illuminating the top, side, and bottom of the door.

Somebody was in there.

Just as you sit up, the door swings open, and behold, Jake Seresin stands shirtless in the frame.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” There’s a cocky grin on his face, but there’s a look of pure love in his eyes. “I took a shower if that’s okay.”

You nod your head, bunching your covers in your grip. “You took a shower,” you repeated, hiding your face in your hands. “God.”

He strides over when he hears the break in your voice, grasping your hands to bring them away from your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought you left.” You muttered, looking down in shame when he looked hurt. “I’m sorry for assuming it’s just I thought-”

He lowers his head to the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose against it. “I get it.” His breath fans against your skin as he laughs, bitter and forced. “I guess that side of me will always stick, huh?”

“Jake, I didn’t mean it— I’m sorry.” You whisper, fingertips scratching the base of his neck. “I was just scared you didn’t feel the same way.”

And, of course, despite the seriousness of your words from before, you feel his lips upturn into a grin. Your hands pushed his shoulders just enough to look at his face, and just like you knew it, he had a proud smile.

“You’re a jerk, Seresin.” You murmur, bumping your forehead against his.

He laughs softly, nudging his nose against yours. “Sorry, sweetheart. It’s within my nature.” You hum, fingertips running down his chest. “But you fell for that, didn’t you?”

“Oh, how could I not?” You sighed dreamily. He laughed at your tone, watching you fall back onto your bed. “I love a man who doesn’t know when to shut up.”

“Yeah?” He presses, hovering above you. “Wanna try and make me shut up?” Your finger loops around his dog tags, tugging him down gently until his lips barely graze yours.

“Maybe I wanna hear you,” you whisper. With each word from you, your lips touch his, and your hand travels further down. Jake just might let his ego go for once. “So don’t even think about being quiet.”

a/n: if I knew how to write smut without cringing, trust you would’ve gotten more (I’ll try anyway if it’s wanted)

[carousellights]

Teaser

Jihoon loves his roommates, much to his dismay, yet despite their protest would rather stay in his room and finish his work. After winding up the loser of a game he is forced to show face at a party. The usually collected Jihoon makes a few bad decisions leading to a series of headaches and sleepless nights.

Minors dni !!

Paring - jihoon x afab reader

General tags - college au, smut, fluff, slight angst

Status - upcoming

Teaser wc - 479, Full wc - 10k+

The big bottle feels warm against her hand from the other people constantly grabbing at it. The shake of her hands seemingly increased by the people surrounding the table bumping into one another. The foldable table now displaced to the corner despite being in the middle of the kitchen just hours before. Her small chilled glass slowly starts filling up before a strong push causes it to over fill joining the other liquid poured on the table. Pulling the glass up to her mouth it clanks against her teeth before pooling in the back of her throat. An odd stinging taste spreading through her tongue. Forcing a swallow makes her face tense against her best efforts for it to remain relaxed.

A man with long black hair hands her another one “Here this one is a normal shot not a double” he shouts hoping she heard. The flavor from the last still coats her mouth yet the flooding still tastes unexpected somehow. She makes a face even more tense than the last. “You’re raw dogging these shots” The man jokes with a smile and an eyebrow twitched up. She opens one eye and looks at him before he grabs her shoulder and pulls them through the crowd going to the less filled counter a few feet away. “Ever had a chaser before?” He fights to keep eye contact, to not let them drift lower. She laughs a little picking up a random water bottle and taking a sip, “No I’m not sure what pairs well with everything.” She caps the water again setting it down.

She notices the man is slightly shorter than average. His eyes narrow as he pours her half a shot, “here take it now” he says as he takes a big sip of tea. Taking it into her hands and looking up as she tilts her head back letting it invade her senses she feels a wet pressure on her lips and the tar starting to pour into her own mouth. The sound of the glass falling hits her ears before she realizes she’s being kissed. He pushes his own body away whipping off his lips before pulling her back in. His hands tangled in her clothes and hair. Forcing her mouth open he grabs the back of her neck tilting her head back further. As his face hovers just inches above hers she softly gasps for air. He picks up his bottle of tea from the counter and pours some down her mouth. Watching as the liquid fills her mouth up she swallows to keep up with his pace. He slightly kneels before her bringing her down so their mouths touch filling his own with a mix of her spit and the drink. Gulping it down he leaves small kisses on her lips and smooths down her hair. “It’s better with a chaser right?”

[veritasangel]

Butterflies

⋆ ˚｡⋆ fem pov ୨୧˚ warnings: none {wc: 479}

↣ john just always make me think of childhood sweethearts

↣ also looking for rdr mutuals ♡

Butterflies.

That’s what John always thought of when he looked at you.

Maybe it was because as kids he would always pick them up to show you, loving the way your face lit up whenever one had a new pattern.

Or maybe it was the way you reminded him of a butterfly, especially as you grew alongside one another. Whimsical innocence shifting to maturity as you grew into a wonderful and beautiful person that just seemed to flourish. 

But he knows it's really because butterflies are what he feels whenever he looks at you.

♡⋆｡*࿐

Tender touches whenever you patched him up after small injures he got whilst hunting or out doing god knows what.

“M’sorry sweetheart, I promise to be more careful in future.” he’d said with a slight head tilt and a sheepish smile, earning him a grumbled, “You better.”

♡⋆｡*࿐

Fleeting glances across camp…except they could hardly be called fleeting when his eyes were always so drawn to you, gazing long enough to memorise every inch of you.

“You stare any longer and you’ll look like a creep.” Dutch notes as the two of them sit by the fire, John’s eyes tearing away from where you’re tending to the horses. 

“I was not staring.” He mumbles, drinking from his flask.

“Right, well tell that to your eyes next time.” Dutch jokes as he gives him a friendly pat on the back.

♡⋆｡*࿐

Sweet moments when the two of you would stay up late in your tent, talking about everything and nothing whilst he played with your hair and you sketched in an old journal Arthur had handed you.

It was times like this that reminded John of when you both did this as teenagers. You were always inseparable, still are, the only difference is now you’re both older.

A fact John’s reminded of when some ranch hand a little ways away flirts with you whilst the gang were looking at some of their horses.

“Y’alright man? You’re gripping your revolver kinda hard there.” Arthur teases with a knowing smile as he looks over to where you’re laughing with the man.

“Jus’ don’t like how he’s looking at her, is all.” John mutters, holstering the revolver.

“He’s looking at her the same way you do, that why you don’t like it?” Arthur laughs a little.

“He’s not looking at her the way I do. He’s leering at her like a sleaze, and I look at her adoringly....lovingly.” John says, turning to Arthur.

“Lovingly, huh?” He grins, “So why haven’t you told her?”

“I will, one day.” he says, “Assuming I’m not in jail for shooting this fool, because if he gets any closer to her, I swear-”

“Alright, buddy, let’s go and see the horses with Dutch and Charles.” Arthur says as he puts his hand on John’s shoulder and steers him away.

༄ m.list

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[writing-rat]

Sisterly Teasing

Pairings: Sam Carpenter and Tara Carpenter

Content: Just fluff ofc

Summary: Sam's back aches so Tara has something to say

WC: 479

4 months after the New York Ghostface, Sam was tired. She was tired mentally from the trauma and fear of everything. In all honesty, she was still alive for Sam, Kirby, Danny and Gale. Her partners, Kirby and Danny, lived with her and Tara while Gale helped pay for their apartment and even had family dinners with them once a week. Sam loved that part of the trauma at least.

Currently, Danny and Kirby were away for different reasons. Kirby had gone shopping for some food and Danny was working as he worked night shifts as a security guard outside a gay bar. No one minded that, knowing to keep quiet during the morning and afternoon and also he got cuddles every morning. On his off days, they would go on dates or just watch movies. Tara meanwhile either hung out with her friends or was auditioning for certain plays. Sidney even helped teach her how to act. She was thankful for that. 

Both the sisters at the moment were sitting down next to each other, watching a dumb horror film with all the tropes and bad acting. Sam and Tara were cuddled up to each other, holding each other for affection as well as protection. Sam stretched, letting out a groan. Her back was aching due to working out for the past 5 days. She was officially on her rest days so it was fine at least. Tara just looked at her confused. “I’m ok, Tara. Just worked out too much and my back aches,” she chuckled. “Is it because you’re old?” Tara then teased, looking at her with a smirk. “Hey! I’m not that old yet,” Sam responded. “Yeah right. You’re 50 compared to my age,” Tara joked and Sam slapped her shoulder gently. 

“You can be so rude,” Sam muttered and Tara shrugged. “That’s why you love me,” Tara teased. Sam sighed. Both sisters knew it was true. Comfortable silence embraced them as they were continuing to watch the film, cuddled up to each other, Tara rubbing her back gently to help the soreness.

Sam appreciated that.

-

It had only been 10 more minutes before both sisters were asleep and 20 minutes more before Kirby walked in. She was about to call out before she saw them sleeping and smiled as she just put a blanket over them before going over to the kitchen. It was her turn to cook that night at least. She was halfway through making the pasta when she heard stirring from the couch. Tara was waking up. “Oh hey, it’s my old sister’s girlfriend,” she spoke smiling. Sam just slapped Tara’s leg gently. “Not old,” Sam stated, her raspy morning voice coming out. “You two…” Kirby spoke with a smile, shaking her head. As long as everyone was ok (especially her sister), Sam was happy. All was good in the world…

[lonelyharmonies]

[3:14 pm]

donghyuck x fem reader (she/her pronouns) genre: fluff wc: 479

You watch your life bar going down just as fast as you were pressing the buttons on your keyboard. You scoff as your character dies again and close the game window to open the internet browser. As the youtube video plays on your earphones, you fail to hear the knock on your door. 

Donghyuck partially opens the door just to see you hunched over your laptop and, assuming you were focused on one of your many assignments, he refrains from disturbing you. He silently closes the door and goes back to your living room.

“She seemed kinda busy,” the boy says plopping down next to Renjun.

“What?” your friend scoffs. “She said she was free to watch a movie this afternoon, I even made her popcorn!”

“It looked like she was doing an assignment, she was hunched over her laptop with her notebook beside her,” Donghyuck takes a sip of the soda next to him and sighs. He was more annoyed by your absence than he would let Renjun ever know.

“I’ll go check on her.”

“Don’t disturb her, Renjun, let her—”

Before Donghyuck could finish his sentence, Renjun was already barging inside your room. That is one of the consequences of having a best friend: you become intimate and suddenly they forget what personal space means.

Renjuns walks over to your desk, ready to smack your head and fight you for forgetting your afternoon movie marathon, when he catches a glimpse of the youtube video playing on your laptop and the notes written on the white page of your notebook. Renjun squints his eyes when he recognizes the video as an overwatch gameplay. It’s right when you stop the video to take note of something your mentor said— as you like to call the youtuber whose videos you have been watching — that your friend decides to strike. 

You feel a hard slap on the back of your neck, making your forehead almost hit the table. You are ready to fight Renjun until you see his smirk. You quickly close your laptop and throw your notebook out of his sight, but you knew it was too late, he had seen it.

“What were you watching?”

“Porn!” you squeak.

“Liar,” he narrows his eyes and whispers “I saw you.”

“What did you see?”

“You know what I saw.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did Donghyuck arrive?”

“Why are you asking?” he teases and you shove his shoulder “Yeah, he’s here. Movie's ready.”

“Great,” you nod and pretend to fix some of the things on your desk. “You go first, I’ll be right there.”

You don’t even have enough time to regret your words, Renjun is already out of your sight when he screams “Hey, Hyuck, do you know she has been trying to learn how to play overwatch just to impress you?” 

That’s it, you hate Huang Renjun.

[catboydogma]

for fox prompts:

thorn's mission to scipio (uh oh) but fox is on a blackout mission when the news comes in so he finds out later

the road south

soleil soleil - pomme

send prompts !

notes: u are very evil for this.

wc: 479

Fox was feeling good about himself when the news came in. That was always what stuck in his memory, after: the feeling of having just come out of a shower, of shaving, looking forward to sleeping on his own cot, cleaning and organizing his kit to put it away for the first time in weeks, and then the shock like falling into cold water at speed.

“Say that again,” Fox said, pressing both hands against his desk. He wasn’t even supposed to be in office—he was off until tomorrow morning, a necessary measure put into place after any trooper’s deep cover mission.

Thire just gave Fox a miserable look, lips pressed into a thin white line and eyes half-lidded with grief and exhaustion. “The Republic takeover of Scipio wiped out two full squadrons. Thorn was KIA. It should have been a damn milk run, escorting a couple of senators into talks with Banking Clan reps.”

And instead, they’d just lost some of their best and brightest. Fox sat down with a jolt that rattled him down to his bones, pressing his knuckles into the top of his desk until he was sure he’d leave two fist-sized dents in the cheap metal. He opened his mouth but no words would come. All he could think was that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Thorn and really looked at him—had it been just before Fox’s deep cover mission? Their last Command meeting? Even before that? It couldn’t have been that long—Thorn was his SIC and a vital piece of the CG Command Corps to boot. But all Fox could think was that it hadn’t been soon enough. A tenday between them, two on the outside, but it hadn’t been soon enough.

He tried again for words, something, anything. “Thorn,” he said, voice cracking on a note of helplessness. “Thorn.”

“Fuck, I know.” Thire’s face crumpled, expression giving in on fault lines of stress and sleeplessness. “I know.” He rounded Fox’s desk to haul Fox to him, heedless of the way his chestplate stabbed Fox in a shoulder through his flightsuit.

“Thorn,” Fox rasped again. His vod. His Commander. His friend. His bulwark. The CG Command Corps was tightknit by necessity but Thorn had always been the most loyal of them all: he volunteered for the hard missions, the missions guaranteed to turn into all-out melee fights, he’d been at Fox’s side since Fox’s promotion to Marshal Commander. All that and more: gone in Fox’s absence. He tried to pull up a memory of Thorn’s smile—frequent and blinding—and could only remember a time before the crow’s feet at the corners of Thorn’s eyes had deepened, before one of his front teeth had chipped. He held onto Thire as tightly as Thire held onto him and let his words slip away from him one by one.

[jahayla-parker]

writing prompt: “I mean, what did you expect?” “Nothing. And I was still disappointed.” for character of choice

Disappointed : Prompt Preference

Description: (individual word counts by character/fic below) “I mean, what did you expect?” “Nothing. And I was still disappointed.” Prompt, angst.

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, break ups, fights/arguments, disappointment, no fluffy endings

Order:

Kaz Brekker x Reader: 479 wc

Peter Parker x Reader: 913 wc

Jesper Fahey x Reader 1,149 wc

Disappointed: Kaz Brekker

“Kaz, seriously?” Y/n groaned, staring across the table at him.

His eyes infinitesimally glanced up at her with no emotion showing in them.

She shook her head and huffed loudly as he quickly looked back at the papers on his desk.

“Brekker” she scolded, glaring at the top of his head.

“I’m busy y/n” he responded firmly, grip tight on his writing device.

She rolled her eyes as she rhetorically asked “when aren’t you?”.

Kaz’s jaw twitched as he briefly closed his eyes, “is there something you want to say?”

“Of course there is that’s the whole point we’re fighting” y/n snapped.

“We’re fighting, are we?” He retorted with a nonchalant tone.

“You’re unbelievable” y/n scoffed, digging her fingernails into her palm.

“I don’t have time for this” Kaz stated in annoyance.

“You never do Kaz” she said softly, before she raised her voice and firmly added “clearly”.

Kaz ignored the voice in his head telling him to stop pushing away the one person who cared for him and put up with him.

That voice wasn’t Kaz Brekker, it was Kaz Rietveld.

And Kaz Rietveld was dead.

Kaz Brekker couldn’t let that naive boy come back and take over.

Not when he was so close to taking down his next target.

Besides, there was one thing Kaz Rietveld and Kaz Brekker could agree on.

And that was that y/n deserved better than what Kaz Brekker could offer her.

Maybe it was better this way.

It would be her choice to leave.

“You’re such an ass. It’s not like I was expecting much from you, and yet..!” She groaned when he stayed silent, “ugh. Saints!”.

Kaz let out a judgmental sigh, “I mean, what did you expect?”

She glared at him, “nothing. And I was still disappointed”.

Kaz rolled his eyes before staring back down at his scattered papers.

Y/n nodded to herself as she forced herself to choose to walk away.

To choose herself this time.

Kaz’s eyes lifted to her form as she turned to leave.

He slowly stood up, being sure to make as little noise as possible.

Not that it likely even mattered, he sensed he had pushed too hard this time.

While he knows he’d told himself he’d be fine with her leaving…

The rush of panic and pain in his heart proved otherwise.

She hadn’t even confirmed if the thing between them was truly over or if she just needed space.

And yet, he felt he couldn’t breathe.

Kaz limped to the door, pausing in the doorway as he watched y/n shake her head to herself as she continued walking away.

He took a deep breath hoping to destroy the sensation he felt before he turned back around to enter his office.

Perhaps she was hoping he’d follow her.

Perhaps Kaz Rietveld would.

Perhaps he, Kaz Brekker, should.

But, what was one more disappointment?

Disappointed: Peter Parker

Y/n pushed herself off the damp grass, stretching her limbs.

She futilely made herself look around the park one last time before she’d begin her journey home.

As her eyes scanned the area and unsurprisingly came up empty, she sighed.

She unlocked her phone and confirmed there were no texts from her boyfriend, who had stood her up yet again.

Y/n angrily locked the device and shoved it and her cold hands into the pockets of her sweater.

Normally she’d be wearing Peter’s hoodie, especially on a night like this as it was far more comfortable and warm.

It smelling like him was just an added bonus.

However, lately she stopped stealing his hoodie.

She no longer wanted to wear something of his as a means of comfort when he was the reason she needed comforting in the first place.

Y/n had lost track of how many times it had been lately that he’d refused to actually show up on their scheduled date night.

She was past being frustrated and was more disappointed and hurt than anything else.

The constant sounds of people, emergency services, taxis, and all the other New York notices flooded her ears as she walked through the night.

The irony of her situation is that Peter used to be concerned about her walking alone at night, so much so he’d scold her for it.

Yet, when he hadn’t shown for their date tonight, she had no choice.

She surely wasn’t going to call him.

She’d already had discussed his no shows with him and it hadn’t improved.

So instead, she kept her eyes alert despite the heaviness of them and watched her surroundings closely.

As she crossed the crosswalk just down the street from her apartment, her peripheral vision caught movement on her left.

Y/n clenched her fist and turned around sharply to face the person/object.

It took a moment for the lamppost nearby to light the street enough to see who was standing several feet from her.

Even then her eyes needed a second to adjust.

That’s when she unraveled her fist and turned around just as sharply as before.

“Y/n!” Peter, or Spider-Man to be precise since he was still in his suit, called out behind her.

She ignored him and silently continued her quest to reach the comfort of her warm home.

“Hey,” he chuckled, running to catch up, “what’s wrong?”.

Y/n couldn’t even muster the strength to look at him, instead holding her head high and staring straight ahead as she kept walking.

“Whhhaaat?” Peter wined, moving erratically by her side to get her attention.

He huffed, “fine don’t tell me, but what did we discuss about you walking alone at night? I know you’re strong but still, you might find yourself in a situation wh-“

She froze, letting him take a step ahead and spin to stand before her.

“The only reason I would have found myself in such a situation is because of you” she declared.

“What?” He asked with a head tilt.

“You were supposed to meet me at the park!” Y/n shouted.

“Oh yeah, no I know, but-“ he began

“You didn’t forget?” She asked in a much lower register.

Peter shook his head “course not, I just got tied up”

“Every night? It’s been weeks of this” she argued with a shake of her own head.

He could see the the sadness in her and he frowned.

“I.. well I can’t control when I get done, bu-“ he began.

“Tell me this. After you finished with whatever case or guy you were dealing with that made you late already for the date, did you take on another call or head out after that?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Peter looked guilty as he shuffled his feet quietly.

She huffed in annoyance as she rolled her eyes at him.

“I’m a superhero, y/n! I mean, what did you expect?” Peter yelled but instantly regretted it.

With a look of disgust on her face, she took a deep breath.

Y/n stared into his eyes as she responded, “nothing. And I was still disappointed. I didn’t ask for anything from you other than to be there just once. I even let you chose the day and time and place... I prepare everything for it, I handle the surprise aspects. I didn’t expect anything. Not even tonight.”

“What do you mean?” He asked cluelessly, “you didn’t expect me to show up?”

“I have learned not to expect anything from you anymore, Peter. I don’t know who you are, but you’re not the boy I fell in love with. Not anymore. No, I didn’t even actually expect you to show tonight. And yet, hearing you say you didn’t forget but chose not to come and your careless excuses.., I was still let down in the end” she complained.

“Y/n, look, I can fix this” Peter pleaded, his heart racing.

“No you can’t, you keep saying that and nothing changes. That’s just it .., I stopped even expecting that to change. So I’m done. I expected nothing and I was still disappointed” she cut him off.

She turned around and resumed her walk home.

Peter scoffed, “Where are you going?”

He knew he had really messed up when she refused to even turn to him before responding.

Her last words swallowed him whole as she walked away from him...

“I’m done being disappointed and the only way to do that is to leave”.

Disappointed: Jesper Fahey

“Inej said you needed to speak to me” Kaz stated, looking up from his desk as y/n stood before him upon being summoned.

“Oh.. umm.. I..”y/n mumbled, uncertain if she should be telling Kaz.

She doubted he’d even care, much less offer advice or help.

But Inej seemed to disagree.

To be fair, y/n and Kaz were fairly close.

Much less than Inej and Kaz of course, but she was still closer than most people were to the Bastard of the Barrel.

“Was she mistaken?” Kaz questioned with an exasperated raise of his eyebrow.

“I doubt there’s anything you can do about it so..” y/n shrugged.

Kaz scoffed, pushing his mess of papers away from him as he leaned closer, “try me”.

“It’s getting even more out of hand” y/n whispered, not looking at Kaz.

He hummed in understanding, “predictably”.

“I know, Kaz” she sighed, throwing herself into the chair on the opposite of his desk, “but it’s not my job to fix him or this for him. I’ve tried to be there while he does the work himself, but now it’s impacting my finances as well”.

“Jesper does not always think before he acts. You chose to accept his marriage proposal. Ketterdam sees that as an agreement to accept the financial burden of the other person, y/n. You know that” Kaz pointed out bluntly.

Y/n merely nodded her head, staring at her lap.

“I mean, what did you expect?” Kaz shook his head, his own frustrations with Jesper rising.

“Nothing. And I was still disappointed” y/n said, “it’s his struggle and while I’ll be there for him, it’s not my place to reprimand him. But I’m disappointed and irritated because I can’t even afford to buy anything anymore”.

“He’s using your kruge?” Kaz questioned with a sharp tone.

“No, of course not” she defended her fiancé, “but..”

She took a deep breath, “last week I went to grab Nina a waffle from that one vendor by the docks? And, he refused to serve me unless I first paid him what Jesper owed him”.

“Owed? As in past tense? You paid him” the last part of Kaz’s response wasn’t a question; he knew.

She nodded, “I don’t want him in danger because he owes money to these people. Besides, Nina was really sad and needed a pick me up”.

Kaz rolled his eyes, “she’d survive without a waffle, y/n. Nonetheless, it’s paid now then, yes?”

She nodded again, “that person is. But, then a few days ago, I tried to go to the bookstore to grab a used paperback, and it happened again”.

Kaz groaned, gloved hand running down his face in anger.

“You are engaged now, I know you said you expected nothing, but clearly that’s not true” Kaz stated, trying to be helpful.

Y/n shook her head slowly, “I guess I wasn’t expecting anything to change though”.

Kaz nodded, taping his gloved fingers on his desk, “that’s understandable”.

She huffed and stared at the cracked ceiling, “what do I do?”.

“I don’t know” Kaz confessed, having tried to figure out the solution to jespers gambling addiction for years.

Her eyes snapped back down to look at him in shock; Kaz rarely lacked an answer or solution, and he certainly never admitted it when it would happen.

“Fantastic” she sighed.

“You can call off the engagement” Kaz stated and although even Kaz knew it was harsh, they both knew he was trying to address his lack of an answer with the only clear option.

She shook her head, “I still love him”.

“I did not say you didn’t” Kaz pointed out.

“It’s only been a few weeks, how are you going to handle years of this?” Kaz asked when she didn’t respond.

She took a deep saddened breath as she tried to shake her constant doubts from her mind.

Kaz sensed someone’s presence outside of his door; Jesper by the sound of his footsteps.

Kaz held his hand up to signal to y/n not to talk due to the new lack of privacy.

But y/n wasn’t looking at him and her mind wasn’t truly present anymore.

So, she sighed loudly as she admitted the words that physically hurt her to voice out loud.

“I don’t know that I can, Kaz. I love Jesper! But, this is too much. I don’t know if I can do years of this. I expected nothing. Yet I was, and am still, disappointed nearly daily” y/n said guilt stabbing at her for admitting this.

Kaz mumbled something just as his door swung open loudly.

“Y/n?” Jesper’s shocked voice called out as he stepped into the room.

Y/n widened her eyes as she glanced between Kaz and Jesper.

“Do what?” Her fiancé asked, his voice cracking as his fearful eyes searched her sorrowful ones for an explanation to what he’d overheard.

Y/n shook her head as tears filled her eyes.

“Y/n” Jesper choked, shakingly nearing her.

“I want to Jes, but it’s a lot and I can’t help but feel… disappointed” she whimpered.

As Jesper looked to Kaz for help, the anger and exasperation in his friend’s face and the knowing look he gave him told Jesper everything he needed to know.

Jesper sucked in a sharp breath of air as he shut his eyes in guilt and hung his head.

“In me?” Jesper asked softly.

“What?” Y/n asked barely above a whisper.

“You said you’re disappointed. In me?” He wondered as his eyes fluttered up towards hers.

She didn’t respond, but her reluctance and apologetic facial expressions answered for her.

Yes.

I don’t want to be but, yes.

Jesper let out a shaky breath as he pulled himself together.

He nodded once and left the room.

Y/n looked to Kaz who just shrugged and went back to the papers on his desk.

After she took a few minutes to collect her thoughts, y/n stood and left Kaz’s office.

“Inej” y/n called upon seeing the Suli girl at the end of the stairwell.

“Ah y/n, did Kaz offer anything?” She asked.

Y/n bit her lip and looked down at a loss for words.

“Have you seen Jesper?” Yn asked as she composed herself.

“He’s at the… tables” Inej sighed.

“Right now?” Y/n asked, the all too familiar pang in her chest starting again.

“Yes” her friend answered with a sympathetic sigh.

As y/n walked closer to the ledge until she could see the scene, she felt her heart break even more.

Once again, there Jesper was at the table gambling money he didn’t even have.

Once again, y/n felt herself grow more dissatisfied with her situation; their situation.

But this time she had to make a change.

The words from her interaction with Kaz earlier echoed in her head as she buttoned up her jacket and exited the building.

“I mean, what did you expect?”

“Nothing. And I was still disappointed”

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 7 | MADE TO WATCH | wc: 479

a/n: tw for Yoichi’s canonical hunger strike, and also a tw for a panic attack. man, I really did wish that Izuku would get to run through his predecessors’ memories during the Villain Hunt arc...

//

The nightmares run on their own sense of time, and they refuse to be quieted in spite of Izuku and the vestiges’ best efforts to stifle the memories, both foreign and familiar. Izuku resigns himself to the unpleasant task of sitting through them after All Might caught him skipping sleep for the third night in a row--what is the memory of a body crushed beneath rubble compared to All Might’s helpless expression?

This one starts off quietly, at least. An unlit room, silent save for the presence of someone breathing, slow and steady. Izuku can hardly see himself. He knows he is sitting on a warmed floor, but little else.

“You need to get out of here,” says the First, suddenly.

“I haven’t managed that in other memories,” Izuku reminds him. “What happens here? Where is here, anyway?”

“It’s my--it’s my prison. You’ve seen it before. Just not without--without the light.”

“Oh. Where All for One gave you…”

“Yes.” Without warning, the First suddenly sits down next to Izuku, pressing their shoulders together. Izuku puts two and two together--the hiccup-y, gasping tone and the trembling frame--and swallows hard. He wishes the Second, or even the Third, was here to brace their willowy predecessor. “I get out. I get out. I--I know I get out, I get out--”

“Shodaime,” Izuku interjects, and he grasps for the man’s hand, trying to anchor him by interlocking their fingers.

“I can’t even tell when this is. Do you feel it? The hunger?”

He grimaces. “Now I do.” It is a gnawing thing, scratching for attention and still successfully ignored by the memory’s version of First, who only exhales a little louder. Izuku chews his own lip, wondering how to distract the First from dwelling on this hellish existence. “What was the first thing you ate, after?”

The First coughs out a laugh, even as his hand returns the desperate grip. “Oh, you’ll think terribly of them if I tell you. They were so guilty afterwards, even though I told them that it was the best thing I’d had in--in--” His rambling breaks off into a whimper. “Kyuudaime.”

“I’m here,” says Izuku uselessly. “It’s okay, I’m here.” 

“It was a protein bar,” the First manages. “It was quite possibly the worst flavor and texture of any protein bar I’d eaten, and trust me, Kenji and Sanjuro fed me lots after they decided I wasn’t a liability.” He shudders. “Kyuudaime, I don’t want you to watch this. Not if it’s the start. Not even if it’s close to the end.”

“Think of it this way,” Izuku returns, even though some animal part of him quails at bearing witness to a prolonged hunger strike staged in the dark. “When we get out of this, I am going to ask All Might for the largest bento possible. And I’ll be sure to enjoy every bite.”

“Please do.”

[sashi-ya]

霊圧 + 淫慾. // spiritual pressure + lust. [twoop x sy]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄. by sashi-ya 𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐔 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐗 𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈.

tw: NSFW. blood, a lot. violence. this is not a typical smut fic. written as a tribute to them and their last fight. It does play with the concept mother/lover in a soft way, i don't recommend reading if you are triggered by "incest" (it is not, but just in case) // wc: 479 // masterlist // taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @stygianoir @alexkanroji @bookandyarndragon @tealcat001 // colab with @the-witch-of-one-piece

Covered in blood, dripping crimson warmth. Veins exposed, heart pumping outside their chests. Long black strands also drenched in red, the iron smell of brutality mixed with the one their bodies exchange. The only man to ever give her pleasure, the only woman to both make a beast and a man out of him.

His hand is as big as her whole waist, her skin goes from pale to blushed, and back to pale again. Swollen lips and bitten skin; the taste of acrid fluid reverberating in their tongues, like the dancing reminiscence of violence and war. But also, like the sweet balsam of pure joy feeding their needs.

For every swing of the sword, a kiss is given. And the blood that rains on them -and from them- splashes all around.

Yachiru, Retsu, whatever her name is, means nothing to him. But her, in her total entirety, her strength, the taste of her… that is, the challenge and the pleasure.

She jumps on his lap, Zaraki of Kenpachi’s lap. His calloused hands going up and down, but always ending on and on, on the small of her back. Pressing her towards him, to feel the embrace of her insides, to feel surrounded by her. A caring motherly, yet, destructive sensation he craves like the most addictive drug.

“I’m stronger than you, but I don’t want to… just you, only you… my only limit” “Don’t limit yourself, go further… keep doing it”

The first Kenpachi lands on her back, this time the next one is on top. And she laughs, because there is no bigger joy than this. His hips make her back arch, her sloppy eyes traveling to outer space.

Breathing accelerated, the brute growls. Primal reactions to pleasure that doesn’t come from pain, but from lust. Lifting her legs up to his shoulders, so the back of her shins can rest on them. Tight and deep, total heaven for him and her.

Ramming hard, even if the first Kenpachi is strong enough to take him, her legs tremble. Muscles spasming with every thrust. Deep, deep and precise but also brutally supressing her instinctive reaction to fight. Unohana taicho is just putty on his hands, because she wants it too.

Her mouth opens to let the most beautiful moans slip out of her lips, as Kenny bites and pulls from her hard erected nipples. Sucking as if from them he would get something; and also nibbling so hard that even more blood tints his tongue and drain from the commissures of his lips. Feeding on her, feeding from her.

An in a sudden explosive reaction, like blood gushing out of teared arteries, like a sword piercing skin and flesh, with their heads thrown back and a scream of pain and pleasure both reach the end…

Pleasure or maybe death. There is no coming back. No, there isn’t a cure for an eternal scar.

[afoolandathief]

Day 16 of Nano

WIP: Something Wicked

Status: Rewriting

NaNo profile: afoolandathief

NaNoWriMo 2022 Goal: 250 words a day

Words written today: 479

NaNo WC total (not counting prior work): 5,444

Total WC for rewrite: 38,688

Excerpt below ↓

(TWs for food, blood and language)

“Do you at least have a spoon?” he instead asked.

She dug into a drawer and handed him one that needed a good polishing as a slim, little shadow darted between her ankles. Jade released a sharp breath of air between her teeth.

“Hey, dumbass,” she said, and Caz realized she wasn’t talking to him. “That’s not for you. You ate already.”

The sleek, black cat stared up at him as a long-haired calico crept up carefully beside it. Four yellow eyes followed the spoon as he shoveled blood jelly into his mouth.

“The black one’s Ada,” Jade said. She was crunching through another taco. “The other’s Lovelace.”

Setting the bowl on a rare, clear space on the counter, Caz crouched down and held his hand out. He’d had enough experience with angry barn cats to know not to be too friendly. First Ada and then Lovelace approached to sniff his hand.

“Evening, ladies,” he said, because he really didn’t know what else to say to cats. Ada licked his hand and brushed her head against it, as Lovelace watched with some apparent decorum. Caz looked up and saw Jade staring at him like he had solved the ancient desert witch’s most precious riddle.

[ultimatefandom]

If I Had You - a DNF short meetup fic

Paring | DNF GeorgeNotFound x Dream

WC | 479

Genre | fluff

A/N | hello everyone!!! This is officially my FIRST mcyt fanfic and I enjoyed writing this one. I wrote this quite quickly after the meetup vlog but have gatekept it. ENJOY! (pls dont be a silent reader)

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george couldnt sleep. he had just moved in a few hours earlier, he thought that he wouldve been passed out by now but his thoughts wandered, screaming at the walls. he slowly go up from his bed, pushing back the thin black comforter, and walked out of his new room.

it didnt take long to reach the kitchen, he thought if he maybe had a glass of water, it might calm his sleeplessness. rubbing his eyes, he opens the fridge to grab out a plastic water bottle. apparently flordia water isnt too good, so most people prefer pre-bottled.

“americans..” he muttered, shaking his head.

“what are you doing up?” George jumped, dropping his opened water bottle that was currently all over the floor.

“dream you cant keep scaring me like that” george huffed, frantically grabbing the paper towels that were on the counter. dream did a little chuckle as he walked a little closer to the kitchen island, resting his arms on the stool head.

“hows your first day in the good ol’ america? see any bald eagles yet?” dreams eyes had an amused sparkle to them, george liked that. He didnt realize he was holding his breath, in which he choked out

“it was good. im glad im here finally.” he gave dream a small smile, who then decided to walk closer to george- reaching his arms out in a hug-like action.

“me too” exhaled dream, once he wrapped his arms around him

george immediately hugged back, he felt like staying forever in his arms. dream felt the same way, but he knew that the hug would have to eventually end. and it ended.

dream and george stayed up for the rest of the night together in the kitchen, sometimes they would change locations to the living room. they stayed up all night talking about every little thing they could think of; future plans for the three of them, video ideas, midnight thoughts, etc.

sapnap found them in the morning, the sun shining through the windows, reflecting off of dreams hair. he saw georges head on dreams lap, blanket tucked into him, and dreams arms holding onto his best friend securely. he chuckled and pulled out his phone, taking a quick photo.

sapnap had to go out for a errand run, so he shot a text to dream to let him know where he went. dream was already awake at that point, george was still fast asleep on him.

dream picked up his phone and started looking through twitter, liking and commenting on fanart. he quickly got bored of it, so he put his phone down on the coffee table beside him. dream ran his hand through his hair and he felt a stir coming from his best friend. he was waking up. dream smiled at him when his eyes opened, sticking his tongue out.

“morning sleeping beauty”

[hot-infos-stuff]

The Sims 4 Mengeluarkan WC Jongkok di DLC Baru - 'Asia Banget !'

Rilis sebagai game gratis sehabis di awalannya berbayar, beri tambahan EA peluang jangkau lebih banyak orang untuk mainkan The Sims 4. Bermain Game Me, web Situs MataJP membawa beraneka jenis game yang udah pasti seru banget lho ! Ayo langsung bermain dan klik disini.

Pendanaan The Sims 4 bakal datang via penjualan DLC dan ekspansi yang udah menjadi senjata utama mereka selama bertahun-tahun.

Tentu saja, sebab DLC ini dijual, kualitas, tema, dan kreativitas para staff tim developer The Sims 4 diuji di sini.

The Sims 4 kehadiran WC Jongkok di DLC Baru

Ekspansi dan DLC berasal berasal dari The Sims 4 selamanya membawa tema yang unik yang mampu dinikmati oleh seluruh kalangan. Tak sedikit player yang terjalin bersama DLC berikut cocok bersama kehidupannya.

Kali ini, EA coba suatu perihal yang tidak serupa berasal berasal dari ekspansi atau DLC The Sims 4 yakni keberadaan WC jongkok di di dalam game-nya.

DLC berjudul 'For Rent' ini datang bersama menunjukkan budaya khas Asia Tenggara bersama narator trailer yang bawakannya bersama aksen Indonesia maupun Malaysia.

Baca Juga : MataJP Situs Dengan Berbagai Jenis Game Seru Untuk Mengisi Kebosanan, Wajib Dicoba !

Karena judulnya 'For Rent' bersama tema Asia Tenggara ini tawarkan pembangunan kos-kosan dan menyewakannya ke orang lain, sampai keberadaan WC jongkok yang tidak tersedia di sebagian negara barat.

Setelah sempat diperkenalkan melalui teaser saja, trailer DLC terbaru The SIms 4 "For Rent" kian tahu menunjukkan akar ide budaya Asia Tenggara-nya, bersama narator yang khususnya membawa aksen kuat Indonesia / Malaysia di dalammya.

Ya, Expansion ini bakal terlampau mungkin gamer membangun kos-kosan, dengan kata lain membangun area tinggal dan menyewakannya terhadap orang lain. Beragam arstitekur khas Asia Tenggara seolah dilebur di sini, terhitung peluang untuk menyuntikkan WC jongkok yang pasti saja menjadi asing untuk warga-warga di region lain.

The Sims 4 For Rent terhitung membawa sebagian arsitektur bangunan khas Asia Tenggara berasal berasal dari kalangan menengah ke bawah. EA sendiri miliki rancangan merilis DLC 'For Rent' terhadap tanggal 7 Desember 2023 untuk seluruh platform baik PC maupun console. DLC The Sims 4 ini bakal dibanderol seharga 479 ribu rupiah. Tertarik?

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Everything I Do In A Day 

"we'll start filming soon." 

her manager poked their head in the door as she said it, quickly leaving once they were sure nari heard them. and soon, she was released from the stylist chair. once she stepped out the dressing room, she was guided to a small set up, her manager waiting and talking to her as she stepped into place.

all she had to do, was re-count what her day was like. a few minutes later, the recording had started and she was staring into the camera.

"hello, this is wish's rina to tell you everything i do in a day."

now she had to re-count a day and it was a little hard, she was an idol after all, things changed. so instead, she'd go with her non-promotions days. "my morning starts around 7am...between 6:30 and 7 at least. i don't have a hard time waking up but i do tend to lay in bed for a bit so i'll get on my phone for a bit. maybe around, fifteen minutes? then i finally get up." then, it was onto her, "plants..my plants are next. i don't want to forget so i check over my plants and water them and that takes about ten minutes or so? not long because not all of them need water everyday. then i hop into the shower and that takes about thirty minutes. i don't really eat breakfast so i'll grab something to drink and maybe a piece of fruit and head out the door."

her mornings were boring and she felt a bit sorry for anyone who wanted something juicy. "when i get to the company, i check in with my manager. we'll text if something important happens but i'll officially check in with them. then i go and find my members. once i talk to my members, i'll go and read over scripts until we have our lessons." they weren't that intense at this point unless they had a project or a comeback to prep for.

"after that, we can work on whatever we want too, so i'll do some lessons but the rest of the time, i read over scripts again. once i'm done at the company, i'll go to my acting lessons. between all of that, i'll get lunch or something small. i haven't been taught yet but i often to go to cafe's or places like that." she had condessed a lot of it, as much as she could make to a normal timeline because a few of those things did verry.

maybe, she should've done her trainee days.

"by that time my day is pretty much finished. finally, i'll have a normal meal and eat dinner. i don't cook but i'll order take out and bring it home to eat dinner. i'll eat while watching tv or reading, whatever i'm in the mood for."