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rafeskai · 7 months ago

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Life as We Know It — Rafe Cameron

Chapter One

Two opposites must navigate love, loss, and unexpected parenthood to discover the meaning of family.

Summary: When tragedy strikes, two very different individuals find their lives unexpectedly intertwined as they become the guardians of an orphaned child. As they navigate the challenges of co-parenting, balancing careers, and confronting their pasts, they discover that family can form in the most surprising ways. Through heartfelt moments and unexpected humor, they explore what it means to build a life together—one step at a time.

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Character deaths & angst.

Author's Notes: Inspired by the movie "Life as We Know It"! Let's pretend Rafe, Sarah, and John B. had a good relationship in this one, okay?

Masterlist: Here

Your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, the shrill ring cutting through the early evening quiet. You were in the middle of folding laundry, your small apartment illuminated by the fading sunlight streaming through the windows. It was a peaceful, mundane moment—until it wasn’t.

You wiped your hands on a towel before glancing at the screen. Unknown Number. Normally, you’d let it go to voicemail, but something about the pit forming in your stomach made you swipe to answer.

“Hello?”

“Is this [Y/N]?” a man’s voice asked, calm but with an edge that made your chest tighten.

“Yes, this is she. Who’s calling?”

“This is Officer Langley with the Outer Banks Police Department. I... I’m afraid I have some difficult news.”

The world around you seemed to blur. You clutched the phone tighter, your knuckles turning white. “What happened?”

“There’s been an accident,” he said. “Sarah Cameron and John B. Routledge were involved in a car collision earlier this evening. Neither survived. You were one of their emergency contact.”

The words didn’t make sense. They felt foreign, like they belonged to someone else’s story. Your knees buckled, and you stumbled to the couch, sinking into the cushions.

“What about Willa, the daughter?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

There was a pause, and then, “She’s unharmed. The baby was with a sitter at the time. But there’s... another matter we need to discuss.”

You barely heard the rest of his explanation, your mind spinning with the weight of what he’d just told you. Sarah and John B. were gone. Gone.

When the officer mentioned the will, your thoughts screeched to a halt. “I don’t understand,” you said, your voice hoarse. “What do you mean ‘co-guardian’?”

“They named you and Rafe Cameron, her brother, as Willa’s legal guardians,” the officer repeated.

The line went quiet as you tried to process the impossibility of his words. Rafe Cameron? The same Rafe who couldn’t string together a week of good decisions if his life depended on it?

“Is... is he aware of this?” you managed.

“We’ve been trying to reach him. He’s next on my list.”

As if on cue, somewhere across town, Rafe Cameron was staring at his own buzzing phone with a mix of irritation and curiosity. The caller ID was unfamiliar, and he let it ring a few extra times before finally swiping to answer.

“Who is this?” he barked, already annoyed.

“Mr. Cameron, this is Officer Langley with the Outer Banks Police Department. I need to inform you—”

“If this is about the stupid noise complaint, I wasn’t even here last night,” Rafe interrupted, pacing his living room.

“It’s not about that.” The officer’s tone was grave, and Rafe froze mid-step.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s been an accident. Your sister, Sarah, and her partner, John B., were involved in a fatal car crash earlier this evening.”

Rafe’s mouth went dry. He sank onto the edge of the couch, gripping the phone so tightly it felt like it might crack. “What... what do you mean, ‘fatal’?”

“I’m very sorry for your loss,” the officer continued, his voice gentle. “They didn’t survive the collision.”

Rafe’s world tilted. His first instinct was disbelief—this had to be a mistake. But the silence that followed the officer’s words told him otherwise.

“And the baby?” Rafe asked after a long pause, his voice low and strained.

“Willa is safe. She wasn’t with them during the accident,” the officer said. “But there’s something else. According to their will, you and Ms. [Y/N] are named as her co-guardians.”

“What?” Rafe snapped, his disbelief quickly giving way to anger. “That can’t be right. Why would they do that?”

“You’ll need to meet with us to discuss the next steps,” the officer said. “I’ll send over the details.”

Rafe barely heard the rest of the conversation before the call ended. He dropped the phone onto the couch beside him, running both hands through his hair as his mind raced.

Co-guardian? With her?

It wasn’t long before your phone buzzed again, this time with a text from Rafe. His message was short and sharp:

“We need to talk. Now.”

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The next few hours blurred into a painful haze. You and Rafe found yourselves sitting in the cramped office of the Outer Banks Police Department, a thin folder containing Sarah and John B.'s will resting on the table between you.

The room smelled of coffee and stale air, and the fluorescent lighting above only made everything feel more surreal. You glanced at Rafe from the corner of your eye. He was stiff in the chair beside you, his jaw clenched, eyes red-rimmed but steely.

Officer Langley sat across from you, his expression carefully neutral. Beside him was a lawyer, a sharp-eyed woman in a navy suit who looked as if she’d rather be anywhere else.

“The will is clear,” the lawyer said, her tone crisp and no-nonsense. “Ms. [Y/N] and Mr. Cameron are the appointed co-guardians of Willa Routledge. In the event of Sarah Cameron and John B. Routledge’s passing, the two of you are to assume all parental responsibilities.”

Rafe let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Yeah, that’s great. But let’s be real, you think either of us is qualified to raise a kid?”

“You don’t have a choice,” the lawyer replied without missing a beat. “Unless you want to contest the will, which would result in Willa being placed in temporary foster care until the matter is resolved.”

“No,” you said immediately, your voice firmer than you expected. “That’s not happening.”

Rafe shot you a glance, his eyes narrowing. “And what exactly do you think is going to happen here? You think we’re just gonna team up and play house?”

You didn’t have the energy to argue. “This isn’t about us, Rafe. It’s about Willa. She needs stability, and we’re all she’s got.”

Rafe rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Fine. Whatever. But don’t expect me to know what the hell I’m doing.”

The lawyer nodded, seemingly satisfied. “We’ll arrange for a formal meeting in a few days to finalize the transfer of guardianship. For now, Willa will remain with her current sitter until the two of you are ready to take her home.”

The word home hung heavy in the air, an impossible concept when everything felt so fractured.

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The hours that followed were a whirlwind. After leaving the police department, you and Rafe were directed to the funeral home to begin arrangements for Sarah and John B.’s services.

Rafe took the lead, though it was clear the responsibility weighed on him. He stood stiffly in front of the funeral director, nodding silently as they walked through options for caskets, flowers, and the service itself.

“They’d want it simple,” Rafe muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “Nothing flashy. Just... something that feels like them.”

You could see the cracks forming in his composure, the grief seeping through despite his best efforts to hold it together.

“I’ll handle the guest list,” you offered softly, hoping to lighten his load in any way you could.

He nodded but didn’t look at you. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice tight.

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Later, you found yourself sitting in the corner of the funeral home’s waiting area, scrolling through your phone to contact people who needed to know. It was an exhausting task, one that made the reality of the situation sink deeper with every call.

Rafe was pacing the room, his phone pressed to his ear. From the snippets of his conversation, you guessed he was calling his father, Ward.

“No, Dad, I’ve got it under control,” Rafe said, though his tone suggested otherwise. “I don’t need you coming down here and making it about you. Just... send what you need to send and stay out of it.”

The conversation ended with Rafe tossing his phone onto a nearby chair and sitting down heavily. For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the weight of everything pressing down on you like a physical force.

“She didn’t deserve this,” Rafe said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked over at him, surprised by the rawness in his tone. His head was in his hands, and for the first time, he looked utterly broken.

“No,” you agreed softly. “She didn’t. Neither of them did.”

Rafe didn’t respond, and you didn’t push. Grief was a strange, solitary thing, and you knew better than to try to force him to share it.

But as you sat there in the quiet, Willa’s face flashed in your mind—those wide, innocent eyes that didn’t yet understand what she’d lost. And you realized that no matter how fractured things were between you and Rafe, you’d have to find a way to piece them together. For her.

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The morning of the funeral was gray and cold, the sky heavy with clouds that mirrored the weight in your chest. The Outer Banks, usually vibrant and alive, seemed subdued, as if the island itself were mourning.

You stood at the back of the small church, clutching Willa to your chest. She was dressed in a tiny black dress that Sarah had once bought “just in case,” her soft curls pinned back with a white bow. She didn’t understand what was happening, her chubby hands reaching for your necklace as if this were just another day.

But it wasn’t.

The pews were packed with people from all corners of the island—friends, family, neighbors, even people who barely knew Sarah and John B. Everyone had come to say goodbye.

At the front of the church, two caskets stood side by side, draped in simple white flowers. The sight of them made your stomach churn, a wave of nausea rolling over you as the reality hit again. They were gone.

Rafe sat in the front row, his shoulders hunched, his hands gripping the edges of the pew. He was flanked by Ward and Rose, both of whom looked perfectly composed, their grief hidden behind practiced masks. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of anger toward them—toward Ward, especially. How could he sit there so calm when Sarah, his daughter, was gone?

The service began with soft hymns, the sound of the organ filling the air. The pastor spoke of love, loss, and legacy, his voice steady but kind. He shared stories of Sarah’s infectious smile and John B.’s unyielding spirit, painting a picture of the lives they’d led and the love they’d left behind.

When it came time for eulogies, Rafe surprised you by standing. He adjusted his tie awkwardly, clearing his throat as he approached the podium.

For a moment, he just stood there, staring out at the crowd, his usual bravado nowhere to be found.

“Sarah wasn’t just my sister,” he began, his voice hoarse. “She was my anchor. She kept me grounded, even when I didn’t deserve it. She believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

He paused, his eyes glistening. “And John B.? He was... he was family. He took care of Sarah, made her happy in a way I couldn’t. He was my brother, even if I never said it out loud.”

His voice cracked, and he gripped the edges of the podium tightly, trying to steady himself. “They didn’t deserve this. They had so much left to give. But... they left us Willa. And I’ll do everything I can to make sure she knows how amazing her parents were.”

Rafe stepped back, his head bowed, and you felt an unexpected lump rise in your throat. For all his flaws, his grief was real, and it was impossible not to feel the depth of his pain.

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After the service, the crowd filtered out to the cemetery, where Sarah and John B. would be laid to rest. The air was heavy with the sound of muffled sobs and the soft rustle of the breeze through the trees.

You stood a little apart from the others, bouncing Willa gently to keep her calm. Rafe was nearby, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, his expression unreadable.

As the caskets were lowered into the ground, you felt an ache so deep it seemed to hollow you out. Tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t wipe them away. Grief deserved space, and today, there was nothing to do but let it exist.

When the ceremony ended, Rafe approached you, his face pale and drawn. He hesitated for a moment before gesturing to Willa.

“Can I hold her?” he asked, his voice quiet.

You nodded, carefully passing her over. She went willingly, her small hands gripping the lapels of his coat. For a moment, Rafe just stared at her, his features softening in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“She looks like Sarah,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“She does,” you agreed, watching as Willa rested her head against his chest.

In that moment, standing beside the fresh graves of the people you both loved, it became clear that nothing about this would be easy. But as you looked at Rafe holding Willa, you realized that maybe—just maybe—there was hope. For her, you would find a way.

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A few hours after the funeral, the weight of the day still hung heavy in the air as you and Rafe sat in the conference room of the law office. The small table between you seemed to represent the chasm that had always existed between you two—now more evident than ever.

The lawyers—two of them now, both stern-faced and clearly used to handling the messier sides of life—sat across from you, speaking in professional tones about the formalities. Child services was represented by a no-nonsense woman in her mid-forties who seemed to take notes every time either of you shifted in your seat.

Willa, still in your arms, had drifted off to sleep, her tiny breath soft against your chest. She had no idea that her life was being turned upside down today.

“Everything seems to be in order,” one of the lawyers said, flipping through the paperwork in front of him. “Guardianship has been transferred to both of you as per the will, and now, we just need to finalize arrangements for Willa’s immediate care.”

Rafe, who had been largely silent up until this point, suddenly leaned forward. His sharp eyes met the lawyer’s, and his jaw tightened as he spoke.

“We’ll be taking Willa home with us today. Both of us,” he said firmly, his tone brokering no argument.

The child services worker, Ms. Anderson, looked up from her notepad, her brow furrowed. “Mr. Cameron, I understand the circumstances, but we would like to ensure that both of you are prepared for the responsibility of guardianship. Willa’s safety and well-being are paramount. It’s important to assess—”

“I’m prepared,” Rafe cut her off, his voice cold and final. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you. She stays with me.”

The room went quiet for a beat as Ms. Anderson studied him. You could see the flicker of concern in her eyes as she turned to you, silently asking for your input.

You hesitated. Part of you was reluctant to let Willa stay in that house, with Rafe—the person who had been nothing but trouble for years. But the other part of you knew that, for better or worse, you didn’t have many options. You were in this with him now, and if he was willing to take on that responsibility, you couldn’t exactly argue against it.

“She’ll stay with me, too,” you added softly, catching Rafe’s eye. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea to let her stay alone with you, not yet.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened again, but this time, there was a flicker of something else behind his eyes. A flicker of understanding. “Fine. We’ll take her. But we’re doing this together. It’s not just your decision, [Y/N].”

You didn’t argue with him. He was right. This wasn’t just your choice anymore. You shared the responsibility, whether you liked it or not.

Ms. Anderson nodded, taking notes. “We’ll have to conduct an assessment in the next few days, and I’ll be following up regularly. But for now, if both of you are in agreement, Willa can go with you.”

Rafe stood abruptly, crossing the room and grabbing the folder of documents from the lawyer’s desk. “Good. Let’s get this over with.”

As he turned to leave, the lawyer called after him. “Mr. Cameron, please ensure that you maintain contact with child services for further evaluations.”

Rafe gave a terse nod without looking back.

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The drive to the Cameron estate was a tense one, the silence thick with unspoken thoughts. You sat in the passenger seat, holding Willa close, her tiny body pressed against you as she slept. Rafe drove, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he focused on the road, the sound of the engine and the occasional rustle of Willa’s breath filling the quiet.

When you pulled up to the house, it felt like a different world. The sprawling estate loomed ahead, the grand, cold structure seeming to mock the chaos of the day. You could feel the heaviness of the house before you even stepped inside. It was too big, too empty. It had always been a symbol of something Rafe wanted, something that didn’t fit with the life you’d grown up with.

But now, it was where Willa was going to stay.

“Welcome home,” Rafe muttered as he parked the car and cut the engine.

You weren’t sure if he meant it sarcastically, or if there was something real underneath the bitterness.

He led the way up the stone steps, unlocking the front door with a swipe of his key. The house felt colder inside, and Willa shifted in your arms as the air conditioned chill wrapped around you. Rafe glanced over his shoulder.

“I’m not leaving her with you alone,” you said firmly, setting Willa down into the nearby high chair as you followed him further into the house. “You’re going to need help. You’re not capable of just doing this on your own.”

Rafe gave a sharp, humorless laugh. “Yeah, no kidding. I never said I was. But if she’s gonna be here, she’s staying in this house. So you’ll just have to suck it up.”

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel in this house with him—this house that was too much like a battlefield, and not enough like a home. But there was no escaping it now. You were stuck here together, as guardians. You took a deep breath and tried not to let the tension eat away at you.

For Willa.

"She’s still a baby," you murmured, brushing a stray curl from Willa’s face. "This isn’t about us. We need to figure it out for her."

Rafe didn’t respond, but he didn’t argue, either. He just stood there, watching you with that same unreadable look he always had. But for the first time, there was a sliver of uncertainty behind it.

And for the first time, you wondered if maybe—just maybe—there was a chance, however small, that you and Rafe might actually pull this off.

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mrsbarou · 11 months ago

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Sylus (LAD) x fem!reader 18+ ; NSFW CONTENT

story synopsis: While you didn't get along at first, you started seeing Sylus in another light after a chain of events, though, you couldn't help but wonder if the change in his attitude had something to do with feelings or the fact he wanted to resonate with you. Once he finds out about your worries, Sylus is determined to prove you wrong.

content warning: angst, comfort, slight story spoilers, overthinking reader, mention of Rafayel, body worshipping, cunnilingus, marking, sex in front of a mirror, reverse cowgirl, dom!sylus, sub!reader, praise, pleasure!dom sylus, creampie, angst with happy ending. (Sylus might be a little ooc)

THERE WAS SOMETHING STRANGE about Sylus that you simply couldn't put your finger on. Something so familiar yet distant at the same time. It was hard to decipher what you truly felt about the Onychinus' leader. He was a cold hearted man, a psychopath at that. He was weird, had a big ego and never took you seriously. Yet, you couldn't help but wonder why he kept you alive, you were his "prey" — it would only be normal for him to eliminate you right there and then, so why?

Then it all fell into place after you found out about his plans: Resonating with you. Each attempt ended up failing though, and you didn't understand what was going on, neither did he. So now you were stuck in his big, lifeless mansion until he found a resolve. Countless of failed attempts only fueled his irritation, and your only company was that of the twins that worked for him: Kieran and Luke. Unlike Sylus, the men were extroverted, teasing you at any given attempt, brightening your day with their wits, stupidity and smugness.

Ultimately he brought you to a middle aged shopkeeper, ready to use different methods to get the resonation working, not giving a shit about how you felt. He was a heartless man, one that cared about nothing but himself. He was prepared to experiment on you, until the shopkeeper pointed out something that caught his attention. Your evol was linked to your emotions — as long as you had ANY sorts of disgust, hate or uncertainity about the person you want to resonate with, it will not work. You remember the strange look in his eyes, the sigh he let out before nodding and dragging you out of the shop, and the quiet ride back to his house.

From that day on, something in him changed. It was strange. He was the same man as before, just a little bit nicer. He helped you get to the Aether core, protected you, all in his own ways. It was hard to explain what his behaviour did to your heart, because no matter how much you tried to hate him, to push him away, you couldn't.

You went back to Linkon city after finishing up your business, still a little pissed off at the way your and Rafayel's plan took such an unexpected twist. You thought it was gonna be a little fighting, maybe some more, but you never expected to stand eye to eye with the Onychinus' leader. Alongside that, even he wasn't safe to be around. The amount of assassination attempts on him and the rioting within the organisation was baffling to say the least.

TALKING TO SYLUS BECAME part of your daily routine, and you couldn't help but notice the shift in his attitude. It wasn't all too evident, but it was there. He seemed more interested in getting to know you, while maintaining the same, cocky attitude like before. Whenever you guys would see each other face to face, he wasn't as insufferable as he was, and even seemed to turn to physical affection at times.

Sometimes he'd brush aside strands from your face, eyes watching your expressions oh so intently. His fingers would linger on your face, touch warmer than you'd like it to be, sending shivers down your spine. He'd leave soft, heartfelt kisses on your forehead, keep his arm around your waist whenever you went out, and wiped away the food left on the corner of your lips.

The more time passed, the kinder his actions became, and you had a hard time staying away from him. The way he made you feel was special, it felt genuine. But that didn't mean it actually was. Whenever you'd sit cuddled up on his couch, his arms wrapped around your waist, your head seated in the crook of his neck as the faint sounds of the television could be heard in the background, your mind wandered in places it shouldn't. It would wonder just how much of this he meant, just how far he was willing to go to emotionally manipulate you to give him access to the resonation.

Those thoughts always haunted you, turning your mood sour. Deep down you hoped they wouldn't be true, but he was Sylus, the fearless leader of the Onychinus. The man that wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty, the man that would do anything in his power to get what he wants.

So, you distanced yourself.

SYLUS COULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY you were acting the way you were. Everything was perfect until now, so what made you take three steps back and resume the cold, dismissive attitude? Each attempt at affection got brushed off, each compliment got ignored, and quality time got shut off.

The silver haired male liked pretending that he didn't care about her attitude. That she was just another prey he should discard of soon, but he couldn't. He cared for her to the point his heart ached watching her be so distant. These stupid feelings were driving Sylus crazy, he had to do something about them.

You didn't expect Sylus to call you to his room in the middle of the night. The place was off limits, the only time you managed to catch a glimpse of it was when you tried to locate the brooch he challenged you to find.

The door creaked open, and there he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, his exposed chest bathing in the moonlight that somehow managed to bring out every detail more perfectly. You closed the door behind you, standing a safe distance from the man before he gestured for you to come closer.

"Yes, Sylus. Did you need anything?"

"I certainly do. Won't you come a little closer?"

You couldn't tell what was going on, but there was nothing you could do. Nodding, you walked towards him, stopping right in front of the Onychinus' leader. He looked up, patting his thigh.

"Huh?"

"Are you stupid or what?"

Your cheeks heated up at his words, gulping as you oh so slowly took a seat on his lap. He wasted no time snaking one arm around your waist, while he turned his chin towards you with his other hand.

"What's up with you, sweetie?" He asked. You couldv'e sworn there was a hint of concern lacing his voice, but nothing else could betray any trace of emotions on his face.

"[name], I'm talking to you." He insisted, brows furrowing at your attempts to look away from him. "Sorry Sylus I'm.. tired?" you replied, trying to get out of the unfortunate situation, but he wasn't having it.

"I wasn't born yesterday. Tell me what is going on this instant." He said sternly, his crimson eyes piercing into your own [eyecolor] ones, swallowing you whole. You thought of the last thing that could help your case. Your hand grabbed his from your chin and intertwined your fingers.

"We should resonate now!" You suggested, ready to distract him with the one thing you knew he wanted. But before you knew it, your back hit the soft matress of his bed and he was hovering over you, seated in between your legs with a disapproving scowl on his face as everything got pieced together.

"So that's what it is hm?" He said, voice dropping dangerously low as his lips grazed your ear. "You silly girl, getting worked up over nothing." His warm breath sent jolts down your spine.

Sylus couldn't believe such unnecessary thoughts crossed your mind. Yes, he had to admit, at first he only cared about resonating with you. But over time, he grew to care for you, and his intentions were honest. The thought of hurting you made his stomach twist and turn. Hell, who cared if it took years for you guys to resonate, as long as you were by his side that was enough!

He watched your expressions oh so intently, the way your lips parted slightly and gasps escaped your lips as his hand traced down your body. "I..it's true though! Why else would y—" "Did I give you permission to complain, hm?" You gasped when his hand slipped under your shirt, palming your bare skin, his touch electrifying and warm. "You still don't believe me? Very well."

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW much time had passed since those words had left Sylus' lips. You felt feverish, and the hot touch of his fingers tracing your body wasn't helping with it at all. You were almost fully exposed to him, his eyes feasting on your beautiful body, drinking in every nook and cranny. He left trails of open mouth kisses and marks on your neck, collarbone and dangerously close to your chest. You were a whining mess as his calloused hands squeezed the soft skin of your breasts, groping and playing with them as he pleased. His mouth wrapped around one of the nipples, tongue swirling around it until the little sensitive bud was hardened and sensitive before he let go of it, the lewd little pop making you shut your eyes close.

"Look at how responsive you are.." He whispered, hot breath fanning across your skin as he pried your legs a little more open, dragging your soaked panties down your legs painfully slow. "S..Sylus!" You whined, hand tangled in his hair. "What? I'm just trying to show you some love.." He cooed, almost mockingly. "Can't handle it hm? Shouldn't have had those stupid thoughts. I'm gonna have to fuck those out of you now, don't I?"

His featherlight kisses trailed down your stomach, to your inner thigh. He started marking the skin up, leaving trails of bitemarks and purple in its wake. "Oh, sweetie. You're so wet for me.."

Soon enough you found yourself moaning out his name as his tongue prodded in between your folds, thumb delicately rubbing your clit as he devoured you. The sensation was overwhelingly good, so good to the point you slotted your legs around his head, leaving him no way to escape — not like he minded that though. —

Your whines, the way you tugged at his hair, the desperation in your eyes, it all drove him crazy.

His tongue worked his way, sending the feelingsbof immense pleasure as you blabbered on and on.

"I'm gonna.. Sylus, don't I'm go—" But he had none of that. The male was determined to have you come undone by his tongue, and there was nothing gonna stop him from doing so. He continued his merciless attack on your dripping core, until he felt you reach your release. Satisfied, he licked you clean, licking his lips as he raised his head with a cocky grin playing on his lips. You just stared at him, dumbfounded, cheeks slightly rosy.

"We're not done yet, sweetie." He said as he distanced himself from your naked body, unzipping his pants. You snapped back to reality at the sound of them hitting the ground, eyes widening as you saw his hot, throbbing cock with precum leaking from the tip, eager to devour you once again. "Tsk, tsk. Not like this." He said, clacking his tongue as he lifted you up, sitting down onto the edge of the bed before placing you onto his lap

Your back was flushed against his chest, feeling every little muscle of his solid, chiseled abs. His hardened lenght was in between your legs, throbbing painfully.

His hand reached for your chin, making you face forwards. You were confused at first, before you realized what was in front of you: A full lenght body mirror on his closet's door. The lewd reflection portraying your unholy activities, and the smirk on his face didn't make it any better. He rubbed his cock in between your thighs for some friction, almost desperately before he lifted you you, aligning his member with your dripping, tight cunt.

"Make sure to look, [name]. See what you do to me?" He whispered in your ear, rubbing his reddened tip in between your folds, ocassionally poking at your entrance. "I'll show you just how much I like you, yeah?"

Without further warning he started pushing in, the tightness causing you to hiss and dig your nails into the skin of his thighs that you so desperately clutched onto. He slowly sank you onto his length. Your head leaned back against his shoulder as you tried to adjust to how full you felt, having Sylus balls deep inside you.

"I told you to keep looking, beautiful." He groaned, one hand keeping your face up to look at the mirror while his other rubbed your side, waiting for you to give the start.

Once you finally nodded his hand slid off your chin, using both of them to guide you up and down his cock. The feeling of your warm, gummy walls drove him insane, the way they took on his form, the way they squeezed him so tightly. You were a drooling mess for him, exactly what he wanted. The delicious feeling of his cock kissing your inner parts, hitting the deepest spots.

The sound of skin against skin contact, heavy breathing and murmurs filled the air. It felt overwhelmingly good, his actions and his praise. You were quick to forget any worries about his true intentions once his cock bullied into your sopping wet entrance.

"You're close, aren't you sweetie? 'ts okay, you can cream on my cock, you're doing so good.. so pretty.." He cooed, encouraging you. It wasn't long before you came once again, coating his hard member with your juices. As you rode out your orgasm, he kept pumping into you, groaning and murmuring into your ear about how good you were for him, how you were MADE for him.

"You're gonna let me come inside, won't you?"

"Yes please.." You managed to breath out, feeling his pace fasten. "Good girl.." his words were quickly followed by his release, splurting his hot seed into you, painting your walls white and claiming you whole.

You sank back onto his length, panting, chest heaving with each breath as he pushed away a few strands of your hair from your with sweat coated face.

"Is that enough proof?"

"Yes, Sylus."

"Good.." He replied, smiling softly — something you've rarely seen him do. "Let's stay like this a little."

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wolvietxt · 7 months ago

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unexpected confession prompts!

moments when the truth slips out before they can stop it, and everything feels suddenly different

🌀 it’s the middle of a heated argument, voices raised, hands gesturing wildly. suddenly, they stop mid-sentence, chest heaving. “you’re all i ever think about,” they blurt out, the anger draining from their face as if they only just realized it themselves.

🌀 you’re teasing them relentlessly, fingers brushing their arm, lips curved into a playful smile. they grab your wrist, pulling you closer until you’re practically nose to nose. “keep it up,” they murmur, voice low and rough, “and i’ll show you just how much i’ve been wanting this.”

🌀 you’re both stuck in an elevator, tense silence filling the small space. out of nowhere, they nervously start rambling about their day but end up confessing, “…and then i realized i’m in love with you.” you both stare at each other, wide-eyed, as the elevator dings and the doors open.

🌀 it's your birthday party, and they’re giving a heartfelt toast. “you’ve always been my favorite,” they say, looking directly at you with a softness in their eyes that wasn’t there before. the room goes silent, the confession hanging in the air like an electric charge.

🌀 you’re casually scrolling through old photos together, laughing at the memories. then they point to one, saying, “this was the moment i knew i loved you,” their voice soft, barely above a whisper. your heart skips a beat as you realize they’ve been holding this in for years.

🌀 it’s 4 am, and you’re both delirious with exhaustion, trying to assemble a piece of flat-pack furniture. between the chaos and laughter, they suddenly say, “i love you more than i hate this stupid shelf.” it takes you a moment to realize they’re completely serious.

🌀 the confession slips out in the middle of a mundane conversation, like they just can’t hold it back anymore. you’re discussing grocery lists and laundry detergent when they casually say, “by the way, i think i’m in love with you,” before going back to debating the merits of fabric softener.

🌀 you’re stuck in traffic together, both of you getting increasingly annoyed. without thinking, they hit the steering wheel in frustration and yell, “i hate this! …but not as much as i hate pretending i don’t love you.” it’s a confession wrapped in irritation, as raw as it gets.

🌀 it happens during a game of truth or dare, the lights dimmed, everyone gathered in a circle. someone asks them the most dreaded question: “who do you like?” there’s a long pause before they finally look directly at you, eyes unflinching, and say your name.

🌀 you’re working together late into the night, the room lit only by your laptop screens. the silence is broken when they absentmindedly say, “if i die first, just know i’ve been in love with you.” they brush it off as a joke, but there’s a flicker of truth in their eyes.

🌀 it’s raining, and you’re both huddled under a shared umbrella, racing to get home. as you laugh about being soaked, they suddenly stop in the middle of the street and pull you closer, “i don’t want this to just be friendship anymore.”

🌀 you’re playfully wrestling over the last slice of pizza, both of you laughing breathlessly. they pin you down, faces inches apart, and suddenly their laughter fades. “god, i want you,” they whisper, voice husky and eyes dark, like they’ve been holding it in forever.

🌀 you’re both tipsy at a wedding, swaying to the music. they lean in, voice almost drowned out by the noise, “i’ve been in love with you since that one time you spilled coffee on me.” you laugh it off, thinking it’s a joke, only to find them staring at you with a seriousness that steals your breath away.

🌀 it’s a text sent by mistake - meant for someone else, but sent to you. “i can’t keep pretending i don’t have feelings for them anymore. they’re everything i’ve ever wanted.” when you confront them, they go pale, realizing the confession was about you all along.

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st4rssky · 8 months ago

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You wanna kiss me so bad..

☆ inspired by this silly post from Ro<3 ☆

“Are you kidding!? The main character is obviously in love with her best friend!” I huffed in frustration, feeling the heat of our argument pulse in the air. I had been going back and forth with Satan for the past fifteen minutes over the book he had so enthusiastically recommended.

He slowly lifted his gaze from the pages of his current read, a sly smile forming on his lips. “I see how it may seem like that to a novice reader like yourself, but I can assure you it’s not like that.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes with a laugh. “Novice? Just because I don’t have my own personal library doesn’t mean I’m a novice. I know what I read.”

Satan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, the smugness radiating off him like heat from a flame. “Ah, but sometimes the best stories require a deeper understanding. You have to look beyond the obvious.”

“Look beyond? Seriously?” I shot back. “The girl is practically pining over her best friend in every chapter! It’s like a neon sign.”

He tilted his head, pretending to ponder my words. “Or it’s simply a reflection of a strong platonic bond. Not everything has to be romantic, you know.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Sure, if you ignore all the longing looks and the way they keep finding excuses to be alone together.”

“Maybe they’re just really good friends,” he countered, a teasing glint in his eye. “You’re reading it like a rom-com when it could just be a heartfelt exploration of friendship.”

“Yeah, right. Tell that to the thousands of readers shipping them online.” I leaned forward, fueled by my conviction. “You’re just in denial because you like this book too much.”

Satan chuckled, shaking his head. “Or maybe I’m just more discerning. You should try it sometime. Might improve your perspective.”

“Discerning, huh? Sounds like a fancy way to say ‘wrong,’” I retorted, but a smile crept onto my face. The playful banter was what I enjoyed most about our discussions, even if it made me want to throw the book at him.

“God, you are so stubborn!” Satan replied, a smirk tugging at his lips as he chuckled. “It’s okay to be wrong, you know?”

I shot back, folding my arms defiantly over my chest. “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

He paused, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. Silently, he closed his book, stood up, and took a few steps toward me. “Oh? I can’t make a fool of myself now, can I?”

Before I could respond, he backed me against the bookshelf, the hard wood pressing against my back. My breath hitched, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. Satan's fingers brushed gently along my jaw, sending an electric thrill through me.

He held my gaze, his eyes searching mine, before flicking down to my lips. There was a heartbeat of tension, and then he leaned in, kissing me sweetly.

It was soft and lingering, the world around us fading into the background. My initial surprise melted away as I kissed him back, warmth flooding through me. When he finally pulled away, that teasing smile returned.

“So, am I still stupid?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“HE KISSED ME?? WE WERE FIGHTING AND HE KISSED ME??” I exclaimed, pacing back and forth in front of Asmo’s bed, my heart still racing from the unexpected turn of events.

Asmo giggled lightly, his focus on filing his nails, a playful smile dancing across his lips. “Maybe next time he’ll get you naked~”

I stopped mid-step, turning to face him. “Asmo! Are you kidding? We were literally at each other’s throats one minute, and then—bam! Kiss!”

He tossed the nail file aside, leaning back on his hands, looking thoroughly entertained. “Sounds like a classic move to me. Tension builds, and then... surprise romance!”

“Surprise romance? I was ready to strangle him!” I said, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “And now I’m supposed to just brush it off like it’s no big deal?”

“Why not?” Asmo shrugged, grinning. “Kissing during a fight is like a plot twist! You know you’re dying to see where it goes next.”

My steps faltered lightly, my face flushing. I looked away, huffing under my breath. I hate it when he's right.

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vashtijoy · 3 months ago

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Hullo! I think I’ve stumbled upon another Akechi-ism that’s really difficult to understand. In E376_001, Akechi gives a little monologue about why he’s okay with working with the Phantom Thieves.

In the localization, he says “Because of sickening human beings… My contempt for such people drives my sense of justice.” I *think* he’s saying something more like “Because of shitty adults / because of a shitty adult… My rebellion against them / that person is where my justice comes from,” and this is one of those double meaning lines where he’s subtly referencing Shido, but I’m no where near proficient in Japanese enough to say for sure.

Hi, anon! You are correct, of course. Sadly, this is a very frequent flaw in the localisation: translating without regard for context, so that references to the plot are obscured.

Sometimes it's so bad that we lose concord even between question and answer, as here with the SIU Director and Sae on 10/26:

SIU Director ああ、そうだ。不測の事態が起きたら、すぐ私に連絡を。 aa, sou da. fusoku no jitai ga okitara, sugu watashi ni renraku o Oh, one more thing. If the unexpected happens to occur, contact me immediately. Sae 部長に…? buchou ni...? ...To you, sir?

"watashi ni" / "buchou ni". In English, "to me" / "to [you] the department head". It's an elegant little call-and-response. But in English, we simply don't reply to "please contact me" with "to you". That is an unthinkingly literal, even mechanical, translation of buchou ni. It should have been impossible to translate that so badly, assuming you could see both of those lines next to each other, and had a fluent command of English.

The translator (or even translators, plural) here have also missed that fusoku no jitai is a set phrase, and simply means a contingency: "If anything should come up, get in touch with me immediately." Instead, we get the overly-evil construction "if the unexpected happens to occur", which ought to have put Sae on guard at once.

These mistranslated set phrases are another type of error that comes up over and over... and over, and over, and over. It's extremely easy to do when you're in a hurry, when you're short-staffed and overworked and on a deadline; I certainly do it all the time. But I'm not a professional, and nobody is paying money for my silly posts. P5 deserved better, and Atlus should have provided it.

a much more forgivable error

Now that I've got that one out of my hair, let's take a look at this exchange with Akechi.

Akechi サイテーな大人⋯ saiteina otona... Because of sickening adults... [lit. because of (EITHER) a sickening adult (OR) sickening adults...] Akechi そうだね。そいつへの反骨心が僕の正義の源だ。 sou da ne. soitsu e no hankotsushin ga boku no seigi no minamoto Yes. My contempt for such people drives my sense of justice. [lit. it's true. the source of my justice is my spirit of rebellion towards [him].] Akechi 社会の為とか、理想の為とか、そんな大層な理由じゃない。 shakai no tame to ka, risou no tame to ka, sonna taisouna riyuu ja nai It isn't some grand reason like society's sake or some lofty ideal. [lit. it's not some overblown reason like [doing it] for society or for [my] ideals.] Akechi 極めて個人的で⋯ただのくだらない恨みだ。 kiwamete kojinteki de... tada no kudaranai urami da It's simply an absurd grudge… and extremely personal. [lit. it's extremely personal... and nothing but a stupid grudge.]

Let's take a look at this short little speech of Akechi's. It's important, not just for what he says, but for the fact that he answers Haru's question completely honestly. Because there's a tension throughout the whole Sae's Palace arc, between what Akechi is saying—which is largely true and often seems heartfelt—and his motives for saying it all.

Is he just using the truth, to ingratiate himself with the Thieves? Or does part of him wish it could all be real? Does part of him, perhaps, feel an obligation to tell Haru the truth? I think he's more genuine than he intends, despite "the same strategy used in romance"; IMO the engine room makes it very clear. But you decide.

soitsu e no hankotsushin ga boku no seigi no minamoto

Literally, "the source of my justice is my spirit of rebellion towards him". Come on, this is a great line. First of all, it absolutely captures the Phantom Thieves, demonstrating that Akechi truly is one of them; even if he means it to be ingratiating, it's still true. As ever, Akechi is a lower-case phantom thief, even if he comes and goes over whether he's truly one of the team.

Second, 源 minamoto is a lovely word. It literally means the source of a river, the same way the verb "spring" in English is linked to springs of water.

Lastly, he uses this word 反骨心 hankotsushin, literally "rebellious spirit"—though it's not the phrase P5 usually translates as "spirit of rebellion"; that's 反逆の意志 hangyaku no ishi, literally "will of rebellion". In fact, it's much more often translated as that; "spirit of rebellion" and "will of rebellion" are the same exact thing.

What is a hankotsushin, exactly? According to word-dictionary.jp, it's not just any rebellion, but rebellion against those with power or authority, driven by taking action to reform them. "A true hankotsushin is always accompanied by a sense of justice and strong convictions."

That tells us a lot about Akechi, huh? Does he have a true sense of justice?—well, yes, in case the fact that he is legit the Justice confidant wasn't enough for you. Is he driven by an urge to put things right, or by nothing but hate?—well, as he says at the very end ("End his crimes in my place!"), he doesn't just want to hurt Shido, but to stop him. Even if a new monster will inevitably spring back up.

But the other thing about Akechi is how much he deceives himself, as well as others. Does he just see himself as having a hankotsushin? Would others necessarily agree? The PTs don't seem to, when he protests in the engine room that "[his] targets were all doing the same damn thing".

Either way, I do think this wording is telling.

risou no tame to ka

This seems like a very ordinary line, but it bears mentioning that 理想 risou, "ideal" or "ideals", while common, is a word Shido uses quite often: "To bring about my ideals, the weak must be eliminated...". Apart from this once, Akechi only otherwise uses it when discussing Maruki in the third semester.

sonna taisouna riyuu ja nai

Literally, "it's not some overblown reason". "lofty", I think, misses the nuance here; 大層 taisou does mean "great", but it carries a sense that whatever it is is exaggerated. Not lofty, exactly, but overinflated, even self-important.

Is it strange that Akechi, as the Detective Prince, should say that saving society or high moral ideals are just self-importance? Not really. He comes out with a number of things like this—just watch his studio event with Ren. His analysis of society is quite acute, and he makes no secret of his disdain for e.g. adults and the police:

It's this same old question, right from the start. Does Akechi mean what he says here? Or is he simply saying things the leader of the PTs might want to hear? Again, you decide. tada no kudaranai urami da

Literally, "it's just a stupid grudge". But this 恨み urami, "grudge", is one of Akechi's key words. He'll use it again in the engine room ("I resented him, but he was already a high-ranking official by then")—and so will Futaba: "one for your lies, and one for your hate".

Futaba, of course, is essentially saying "one for your revenge" here—that Loki grew out of Akechi's obsession with revenge. "Hate" does not quite sum it up. urami, interestingly, is also the word Futaba uses for Wakaba's complaints about her: "her grudges towards me..."

It's certainly a very versatile word. Incidentally, you might notice that this sentence has been reversed; that's quite common, because Japanese is back-weighted (SOV, subject-object-verb, with the verb at the end of the sentence) whereas English is front-weighted (SVO, subject-verb-object, with the verb typically in the middle of the sentence). So sentences like this are often reversed, to keep the impact in the right place.

one sickening adult or two?

Now, to finally answer your question: IMO Akechi's language here is not actually ambiguous. Let's look at it again:

Akechi サイテーな大人⋯ saiteina otona... Because of sickening human beings... [lit. because of (EITHER) a sickening adult (OR) sickening adults...] Akechi そうだね。そいつへの反骨心が僕の正義の源だ。 sou da ne. soitsu e no hankotsushin ga boku no seigi no minamoto Yes. My contempt for such people drives my sense of justice. [lit. [it's true]. the source of my justice is my spirit of rebellion towards him.]

First of all, as you originally highlighted, Akechi uses the word 大人 otona ("adult") rather than e.g. 人間 ningen ("human being"). 最低 saitei, with its "most-" prefix 最 sai, means that something is the very lowest, or the very worst. "vile adults", "despicable adults".

(Ryuji's "shitty adults", by the way, is kusona otona, literally "shitty adults", and is not something Akechi would ordinarily say.)

Adults, plural? Sure. Because, if you look only at the first line here, it could be a bit of deliberate vagueness—a common trick in Japanese writing. That otona could be either "adult" or "adults"; there's no way to tell, and it might even be misleading....

Until we get some additional context. Which the very next line gives us, with that soitsu e, "towards that person".

soitsu is, almost always, singular. "that person", or "that guy". It's very often pejorative, "that asshole"—though not always; it can be neutral, and in some Bible translations God is even soitsu. It has a plural, soitsura—though that is more specific than the translator seems to have thought Akechi was being, I don't think that a generic crowd of vile adults would have called for a soitsu pronoun.

No, Akechi is talking about someone specific here. He is talking about one person. He's telling us that he is talking about one person, with soitsu. And we know exactly who he's talking about—unlike the poor translator, who was denied either the tools or the time to check.

He is not being subtle at all! The only thing he doesn't do here is name Shido! To be clear: if this had been a deliberate misleading, if Akechi had been hiding his true feelings beneath a cloud of vagueness, then "sickening adults" would still have been a poor translation. Because that trick that allows you to be vague does not exist in English. The only context-accurate translation of Akechi's line is the singular: "a sickening adult".

Now, if Akechi had been deliberately vague, then "sickening adults" would have been a possible translation. But Akechi wasn't vague. Once again, the localisation has made him vague, when he was originally confessing to Haru in very precise terms.

Grr.

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asapjens · 1 year ago

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Gifts & Blessings

PJO: perseus jackson x reader

SYNOPSIS: gods, gifts, and unexpected blessings

CATEGORY: fluffffffff

WORD COUNT: 493

After the chaos of the battle against Kronos, Percy and his friends found themselves standing before the gods, who were bestowing gifts upon them.

The atmosphere was tense, and the gods were not exactly known for their gentleness.

Zeus cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, I offer you the gift of immortality. Join us on Mount Olympus as a god."

Percy hesitated for a moment, and the other gods exchanged glances, some muttering under their breath.

You, being the daughter of Hermes, couldn't hold back as you stepped forward.

"Whoa, hold on there," you interjected, trying to diffuse the tension. "Percy doesn't need to be a god to show how much he cares about his people. He's doing just fine as a demigod.”

The gods turned their attention to you, surprised by your boldness. Even Poseidon and Zeus looked taken aback, not used to being questioned or challenged by mere half-bloods.

Poseidon, noticing the commotion, stepped forward with a small smile. "Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Percy's got a good head on his shoulders, and I'm sure he knows what he wants."

You nodded at his words. "Percy's dad is right and-" You felt a pang of embarrassment as you realized your slip-up. "I mean, Poseidon, sir of the sea, I mean God! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Poseidon chuckled, waving off your apology. "No need to worry, my dear. I appreciate your support for my son. He's lucky to have someone like you by his side."

The tension in the air eased as Poseidon's words calmed the other gods. Percy shot you a grateful look, and you smiled back, feeling a little less flustered.

As you and Percy prepared to leave, hand in hand, Poseidon approached the two of you. Percy expected his father to address him, but instead, Poseidon turned to you.

Confused, you nodded as he asked you if he could have a word in private with you. You dropped Percy’s hand, not before kissing his knuckles.

"Ah, my dear, it's not every day that someone stands up for my son the way you did. It takes a lot of bravery or stupidity to reference the Gods like that," said Poseidon.

“Umh, thanks,” you replied.

“You have my blessing to marry my son,” Poseidon said. You blinked in surprise, feeling your cheeks flush. "Oh, um, thanks, but we're not really... I mean, we haven't really thought about..."

Poseidon winked at you. "Mark my words, my dear. You and Percy have something special." You chuckled and nodded. Then you went back to Percy.

“What was all that about?” said your boyfriend. “Oh, come on, don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure having the god of the sea as a father-in-law is not that bad," you chuckled at Percy’s words and pressed your lips against his.

When you guys made it to camp, Percy took your hand and led you to a quieter spot. The beach. He looked at you with a twinkle in his eye, and before you knew it, he was pledging his commitment to you.

Not in a marriage proposal way, it was better than that, a promise to always be together, no matter what. A promise that you both would always keep.

The two of you shared a moment, knowing that you didn't need the approval of the gods to solidify your bond. With Poseidon's unexpected blessing and Percy's heartfelt vow, you felt ready to face whatever the future held, together.

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moonlight-joy · 6 months ago

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Drunken Ramblings

Fandom: Yellowstone

Summary: A late-night drunken phone call from Lee Dutton reveals his unfiltered affection for you, leading to a humorous and heartfelt morning-after conversation that deepens your bond in unexpected ways.

Pairing: Reader/Lee Dutton

The clock on your nightstand read 1:13 a.m. when your phone started buzzing. Groaning, you reached over to grab it, wondering who could possibly be calling at this hour. The screen lit up with Lee Dutton's name.

You frowned, sitting up in bed as you answered. “Lee? What’s going on? It’s late.”

“Ohhh, hi!” Lee’s voice came through the line, slow and slurred. “You picked up! I was hopin’ you’d pick up.”

You blinked, instantly realizing he was drunk. Very drunk. “Lee, are you okay? Where are you?”

“I’m fine,” he said, dragging out the word as if to convince you. “I’m just sittin’ in my truck. Parked. Don’t worry—I’m not drivin’. I’m responsible, y’know? Very responsible.”

“Uh-huh,” you replied, unable to suppress a small smile at the way his words slurred together. “What are you doing, calling me in the middle of the night?”

“Because!” Lee said, as if the answer were obvious. “I was thinkin’ about you. You’re always so nice to me, and you listen to me, and—and you’re really pretty. Like, stupid pretty.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. “Lee, you’re drunk.”

“Drunk and honest,” he countered with a laugh. “You don’t understand. You’re the best person I know. Like, seriously. I don’t even know how you put up with me.”

You shook your head, leaning back against your pillows. “I think you’ve had one too many tonight, cowboy.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his tone softer now. “But listen—can I tell you somethin’? It’s really important.”

“Go ahead,” you said, trying to suppress your amusement.

“You’re like…” He trailed off, as if searching for the right words. “You’re like a sunrise. You make everything better. Even when it’s dark, you make it better. You’re like… the only person who makes me feel okay, y’know?”

Your chest tightened at the raw emotion in his voice, even if it was fueled by alcohol. “Lee…”

“No, no, I mean it,” he said, cutting you off. “You’re… you’re amazing. I should tell you that more. Like, every day.”

“You can tell me tomorrow when you’re sober,” you said gently.

“Deal,” he replied, his words slow and heavy. “But you have to promise not to hate me for callin’ you at… what time is it? Midnight? I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t hate you, Lee,” you said, your voice soft. “Just get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” he murmured, his voice starting to fade. “You’re the best… Don’t forget that…”

The line went quiet, and you realized he must have fallen asleep. Smiling to yourself, you hung up and set your phone back on the nightstand.

---

The next morning, you were in the kitchen when your phone buzzed again. It was Lee, and this time, his voice was groggy and full of embarrassment. “Hey,” he said. “Did I… call you last night?”

“Oh, you did,” you replied, unable to hide the amusement in your voice.

Lee groaned. “What did I say?”

“Just that I’m a sunrise, that I make everything better, and that I smell really good.”

There was a long pause before Lee sighed. “I’m never drinking again.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Don’t worry, Lee. It was cute.”

“Cute?” he echoed, clearly mortified. “Well… I guess that’s better than embarrassing.”

“Much better,” you assured him. “And don’t worry—I’ll let you make it up to me over coffee.”

Lee chuckled softly, the sound filled with relief. “You’re too good to me, y’know that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you teased. “Just don’t let it happen again.”

“No promises,” he replied, his tone lighter now. “But I’ll try.”

And with that, the awkwardness melted into something softer, the bond between you deepening with each laugh and shared moment.

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amilovesworld · 5 months ago

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Checkered Hearts||4||

Summary: Y/n, a young journalist chasing her dream in the world of sports, never imagined her path would lead her to F1—or to Carlos Sainz Jr., a driver whose charm and sarcasm quickly blur the lines between professional rivalry and something more. As they clash, argue, and share unexpected moments, Y/n's life is turned upside down, forcing her to make choices she never saw coming. But in a world of speed, fame, and pressure, can she hold on to everything she’s worked for, or will she find herself racing toward something—someone—she never planned for?

Genre: Fluff/ Enemies to lovers/ Slow burn

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr. x Indian reader

Warnings: looonnng Chapters, long series, slow burn, eventual smut.

Carlos was still buzzing with adrenaline after the qualifying session at the Belgian GP. The car had felt sharp, and he’d delivered a solid lap, but as he stepped into the media pen, something felt... off. He looked around, scanning the crowd of journalists for a familiar face. Normally, she’d be there—mic in hand, sharp eyes ready to catch him off guard with her witty questions. But she wasn’t there. Instead, a new journalist approached him, smiling nervously. “Mr. Sainz, could we get a moment?” the man asked, holding out a microphone. Carlos blinked, caught off guard, but quickly masked his disappointment with a polite smile. “Sure,” he said. The interview went smoothly, but his mind wasn’t entirely present. It was strange how much her absence affected him. He knew she’d been reassigned to cricket—she’d told him herself—but it hadn’t hit him until now, standing here without her usual banter to ground him. It wasn’t just the teasing or her knack for making the most mundane questions entertaining. It was her. Once his media duties were done, Carlos didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his phone and opened their chat.

Carlos: So, you’ve officially abandoned me, huh? Not even a warning?

He stared at the screen, waiting. The reply came quicker than he’d expected.

Y/N: I told you I was moving to cricket. What more of a warning did you need? A press release?

Carlos: Yes, actually. Maybe a heartfelt goodbye too. Something dramatic.

Y/N: You’re unbelievable.

Carlos: And you’re a traitor.

Y/N: I really don’t have the energy to deal with your stupidity right now.

Carlos: Stupidity? You left me, Y/N. I’m hurt, and now you’re calling me stupid? This is too much. I’m even more hurt.

Y/N: Stop being a drama queen, Carlos, and let me sleep.

Carlos: It’s 8:45 PM. I know you don’t sleep this early.

Y/N: Carlos, I’m in India. I’m four hours ahead of you. It’s 1 AM here. Bye. Good night.

Carlos huffed, staring at her last message. India. She was so far away, and yet her absence felt even closer—like a hole he couldn’t quite fill. Just as he sighed and locked his phone, it buzzed again.

Y/N: All the best for tomorrow. I’ll be rooting for you.

And just like that, his mood lifted. A small smile tugged at his lips as he re-read her message. Even miles away, she had a way of making everything feel right. Carlos put his phone down after reading her last message, but he couldn’t shake the smile from his face. She was rooting for him, even from across the world. As much as he hated her being gone, her texts still managed to make him feel grounded.

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The next morning, as the paddock buzzed with pre-race energy, Carlos tried to focus on the task at hand. But every now and then, his mind would wander. How was she? Did she miss F1 as much as he missed her being here? He almost tripped over a cable at the garage, earning a raised eyebrow from his engineer. “Long night?”Alex teased. Carlos just shook his head. “Something like that.” After a solid race that morning, Carlos finally had time to himself in his hotel room. Exhausted but restless, he grabbed his phone. _______________________________________________________________________

Meanwhile, in India, Y/N sat in a cramped media box at a cricket stadium, watching the match unfold below her. She should have been excited—this was cricket, her first love. She was covering her first international match, surrounded by the buzz of the game she’d grown up watching. But something didn’t feel right.. F1 had wormed its way into her heart in a way she hadn’t expected. She missed the sound of roaring engines, the rush of the paddock, and—if she was being honest—she missed him. Her phone buzzed on the desk beside her, pulling her from her thoughts.

Carlos: We won’t talk about the fact that I looked for you in the paddock today again.

Y/N: Carlos, the paddock is the size of a small city. Surely you’ve figured out by now I’m not hiding in a corner.

Carlos: You say that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you were. Are you sure you’re not secretly here? Maybe in disguise?

Y/N: Yes, Carlos. I’m currently dressed as a Ferrari mechanic. Totally inconspicuous.

Carlos: No wonder Charles' car had an engine failure today.

Y/N: You’re ridiculous. How was the race?

Carlos: It was good. P4. Could’ve been better if I had a stubborn journalist grilling me in the post-race interviews.

Y/N: Still fishing for compliments, I see.

Carlos: Always. So, how’s cricket? Do you wear a helmet like we do?

Y/N: ...Carlos.

Carlos: What? I’m genuinely asking. I know nothing about cricket.

Y/N: Clearly. No, I don’t wear a helmet. I’m a journalist, not a player.

Carlos: Shame. Would’ve loved to see you in one.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his absurdity, earning a few confused glances from her colleagues. She quickly composed herself and went back to work, her mood significantly lighter.

Y/N had been trying to immerse herself in the cricket world, but it wasn’t easy. While the game itself was familiar, the environment was anything but. The cricket press box lacked the high-octane chaos of the paddock. There were no engines roaring in the background, no drivers sprinting by in a blur of race suits. It was quieter, and she hated it.

Still, she worked hard, diving into interviews and match analysis. When she wasn’t working, she found herself in the group chat she shared with the drivers, her besties or texting Carlos, who had become her go-to for venting.

One day, as she nervously sat in the media lounge, preparing for her first-ever interview with Virat Kohli, her phone vibrated incessantly. Tired, she finally checked it, only to find her group chat, Chaos Land, buzzing with messages. It was a group she had named Chaos Land because it was the perfect combination of three drivers' names and their personalities.

Chaos Land

Charles:BREAKING NEWS: Max Verstappen just got pranked by Alex. He put tape on Max’s helmet visor. Max almost went nuclear.

Carlos: Oh, it was so fun to plan that with Alex.

Lando: He planed that with you?

Carlos: Have you guys forgotten, Alex and I are teammates. So yes, we planned that together.

Charles: What a great prank Chilli. Watching Max lose it was absolutely priceless.

Y/N: Oh, what an Inchident!

Charles: Very funny, Y/N. 😏

Lando: LOL, we need to prank Carlos next. Y/N, back us up here!

Y/N: Guys, I’m not even there anymore. Do your own dirty work. 😒

Carlos: Thank God you're not here. I don’t need another instigator. 🙄

Lando: You miss her. Just admit it.

Carlos: I don't. Stop projecting. 🤦‍♂️

Y/N laughed, her mood lifting slightly. She hated to admit it, but these conversations kept her sane. The gossip, the teasing, and the sheer ridiculousness of these boys always brought a smile to her face.

The next morning, while scrolling through Instagram during breakfast, Carlos saw Y/N’s post—a picture of her with Virat Kohli. The caption read: “Dream come true! An honor to interview the legend himself!”His jaw tightened. He wasn’t sure why he felt a pang of... something. Jealousy? Annoyance? Whatever it was, it made him open Chaos Land immediately.

Carlos: *Screenshot*

Carlos: So, you’re fangirling over cricketers now?

Lando: Ooooooh, he’s jealous.

Y/N: Carlos, It’s Virat Kohli. VIRAT KOHLI.

Charles: Who?

Lando:🤦🏻 He’s like the Lewis Hamilton of cricket.

Charles: Got it. Sounds impressive.

Carlos: I’m not jealous. I just think it’s funny how quickly she’s moved on from us.

Y/N: To be fair, I was always a cricket fan first, you guys just bombarded my life.

Carlos: Oh, so now we’re just a "bombardment"?

Y/N: Yep, you guys came crashing into my life like race cars.

Lando: You didn’t mind the crash, though.

Carlos: First Virat, now Lando? I’m hurt.

Y/N: I’m allowed to fangirl over whoever I want.

Charles: Can I fangirl over Y/N too?

Lando: Isn’t that what you do every time you see her?

Carlos: I think she’s more of a Carlos Sainz fan, honestly.

Y/N: Of course I am, Carlos Sainz Sr. is a world champion.

Carlos: I walked into that myself, that's on me.

These text messages were what keeping Y/N sane.

Y/N was waiting in the crowded airport terminal, her phone buzzed in her bag. She fished it out, expecting the usual barrage of updates, but instead, it was a message from Carlos.

Carlos:What’s up?

She smiled, her fingers itching to text him back. She quickly typed, her eyes on the departure board.

Y/N: Heading to London. Next match is at Lord’s. But guess what? I finally got to go home.

Carlos: Wait... you went back to the Himalayas?

Y/N: Yeah. For the first time in... forever. It was just me, my parents, and my sister.

Carlos: I’m so happy for you.

Carlos: I know it’s not the same as being with me, but I’m glad you got to go home.

Y/N chuckled softly, a small laugh that only Carlos could be so full of himself.

Y/N: You’re unbelievable, you know that? Always so sure of yourself.

Carlos: What can I say? You inspire confidence.

Y/N: Thanks, and bye—heading to boarding.

Carlos: Bye, have a safe journey, and don’t miss me too much.______________________________________________________________ It was a busy day at Lord’s as Y/N covered the intense India vs. England match. The stands were alive with energy, the crowd cheering at every turn, but then there was an extra burst of excitement. A loud roar erupted from the crowd, and Y/N’s eyes instinctively flicked toward the commotion. She froze for a second, her heart skipping a beat when she saw them—Carlos, Charles, Lando, and Oscar—standing near the VIP section, casually waving and smiling at the crowd.

She knew instantly what was coming. The speculation, the gossip. She couldn’t avoid it. So, she quickly pulled out her phone, sending a message to their group chat, Chaos Land.

Y/N: What are you guys doing here?

Charles: We were in the city for a bit, so thought we’d drop by.

Y/N: You guys know how many theories are going to be made, right? This is a crisis in the making.

Carlos: Does it look like we care? Let them speculate. It’s fun.

Lando: Don’t act like you’re not happy to see us.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. It had been a while since they’d all been together, especially since she had been deep into cricket coverage and they had their own racing schedules.

Y/N: You guys really know how to make an entrance. Can't believe you all just decided to show up here unannounced.

Charles: It’s not unannounced. We just thought we’d surprise you. How are you?

Y/N: Busy as usual. But I’m glad you guys are here.

As the match wound down, Y/N quickly wrapped up her coverage and made her way to the designated VIP area where the guys were waiting. She could see them all standing there, smiling at her. The familiarity of their faces was enough to melt some of the exhaustion she felt from the day. It had been a while since she’d had time to just breathe and have a good laugh with them.

“Y/N!” Carlos called out as soon as he spotted her. “We were beginning to think you were going to bail on us.”

She laughed, walking up to them, shaking her head. "As if I could. It’s been ages!"

Oscar stepped forward first, giving her a casual hug. "It's been too long. You look... less stressed than when we last saw you."

“Probably because I’m not covering F1 for once," Y/N replied, eyes glinting with humor.

“Oh, please,” Lando chimed in, grinning. “You miss it. We can see it in your eyes. F1 is your true love."

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Sure, Lando, but cricket is my first love. You’d understand if you ever actually gave it a try."

“Maybe one day,” Lando teased, but his grin softened. "But seriously, how's everything going? We haven't caught up in ages."

"It’s been a whirlwind,” she admitted, looking at each of them. “But it’s good to see you guys. Feels like we’re back in Chaos Land again." She grinned at the name, knowing it was their little inside joke.

Carlos leaned closer, his trademark smirk making her heart do a little skip. “Well, you know, we had to make sure you were doing okay. Been missing our debates."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Please. You know I can’t resist mocking you every time.” She couldn’t stop the smile creeping up her face.

As they all chatted, there was an undeniable sense of warmth, like no time had passed since they last saw each other. The playful banter was still there, just as it had always been. She hadn’t realized how much she missed it until now.

The night moved on, and they all decided to grab dinner together. At the restaurant, they were a picture of chaos themselves—laughter, teasing, and stories flying in every direction. Y/N found herself falling into the rhythm of their jokes, their bond. It was effortless, comfortable, and it felt like home.

As the night came to a close, the group began to part ways. The guys were heading in one direction, but before Y/N could make her way out, Carlos stepped up to her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Take care, alright?" he whispered, his voice just low enough for only her to hear. "It’s been good to see you again."

Y/N’s heart skipped at the sudden tenderness in his voice. She hugged him back, her smile softening as she felt the weight of the moment. "You too, Carlos. Seriously."

Carlos didn’t let go immediately. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his expression a mixture of something unspoken, his eyes intense yet gentle. Without another word, he leaned in, brushing a lock of her hair out of the way, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. For a second, Y/N froze, her breath caught in her throat, unsure of what just happened. It was so unexpected, yet so perfectly Carlos.

"See you soon. Hopefully, for more than just a quick dinner next time," he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

Y/N blinked, still processing the moment, her hand instinctively rising to her forehead as if to trace the imprint of his kiss. “I—I will. Goodnight, Carlos,” she stammered, her voice softer than usual.

Carlos gave her one last look, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile. "Goodnight, Y/N."

As she stepped away, she felt the lingering warmth of the kiss and the unexpected connection it sparked between them. She turned back once more, her heart still racing. The guys were already heading toward the exit, but she could feel Carlos’s eyes on her, a mixture of affection and something deeper in them—something neither of them was ready to define yet.

And with that, Y/N walked away, a small smile playing on her lips, the warmth of the evening and that fleeting kiss staying with her long after. ___________________________________________________________

That night, Y/N was about to go to sleep when she thought of checking her mails only to get a shock. She just couldn't believe what was in front of her. There was an email.

From Sky Sports F1

Subject: Offer for Lead Sports Journalist - Formula 1

Dear Y/N,

I hope this email finds you well.

We are pleased to extend to you an offer to join the Sky Sports F1 team as our Lead Sports Journalist for Formula 1 coverage. After reviewing your portfolio and speaking with our senior staff who have had the pleasure of working with you during your time in the paddock, we are confident that you would be a great asset to our team.

Your unique insights, passion for motorsport, and sharp journalistic skills are exactly what we need to enhance our Formula 1 coverage. The position will involve handling in-depth reporting, interviews, and exclusive content creation both during race weekends and across our broader digital platforms. We are excited about the possibility of you joining the team.

Please review the attached offer letter for the details of the role, salary, and other benefits. We would be thrilled to have you on board and look forward to hearing from you soon.

Warm regards, James Hartley Head of F1 Journalism Sky Sports F1

She sat in disbelief, staring at the email in front of her. She reread the words over and over again. This was the opportunity she had been working toward for years, the moment her hard work and passion for F1 finally paid off. Her dream was coming true, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

She quickly drafted her response, hitting send before she could second-guess herself.

To Sky Sports F1

Subject: Re: Offer for Lead Sports Journalist - Formula 1

Dear James,

Thank you for this incredible opportunity. I am thrilled to accept the offer and join the Sky Sports F1 team. I look forward to contributing to the channel’s renowned coverage of Formula 1 and taking on the responsibilities of this role.

I am eager to begin this new chapter and bring my expertise and passion to Sky Sports. Please let me know the next steps for me to finalize everything.

Best regards,Y/N

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A few days later, Y/N sat in Mr. Grant’s office, her hands slightly trembling as she handed over her resignation letter.

Mr. Grant looked up at her, his expression shifting to one of surprise. “Y/N, this is unexpected. I thought you were happy here.”

“I appreciate the opportunity, but I’ve decided to move on,” she replied, keeping her voice steady.

He leaned back in his chair, frowning. “And you’re leaving for Sky Sports F1? After all we’ve invested in you?”

Y/N’s resolve didn’t waver. “I’ve worked hard for this. I’m not abandoning you, Mr. Grant. I’m just taking a step forward in my career.”

“Right,” Mr. Grant said, crossing his arms. “But don’t you think this is a bit...disloyal? You’ve been with us for what, a year? You don’t even know the first thing about managing a whole sport, and now you’re ditching us for F1?” He sighed dramatically. “This isn’t how you leave a job, Y/N.”

Y/N clenched her jaw. She wasn’t about to let him guilt-trip her.

“You want to talk about loyalty, Mr. Grant?” she began, her voice controlled but steady. “How about the time I was assigned to document the training camp while I was meant to be with my family? Or when I was given F1 when all I wanted was to be in cricket? Or when I was finally getting a handle on things in F1 and you pulled me out for cricket again?”

Mr. Grant’s face flushed with surprise and irritation.

“You didn’t even try to listen to what I wanted. You pushed me into something I didn’t want, and now when something better comes along, I’m the bad employee? I’ve worked hard for this job. But every time I showed any passion, I was dismissed. This isn’t about loyalty—it’s about me finding the place where I belong.”

She stood up, her decision final.

“I’ve given you a chance to support my career, but you’ve only seen me as a tool for your convenience. So, yes, I’m leaving. I don’t need to explain myself further.”

Mr. Grant’s face twisted with frustration, but Y/N was already walking out of his office. This was the moment she had to take. Her future was waiting for her.

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It was the Pirelli Grand Prix, and the atmosphere in the paddock was electric. Fans filled the stands, teams were buzzing with excitement after a long, thrilling race, and media personnel rushed to get the final interviews.

Y/N was finally back. The feeling was indescribable. It had been far too long since she last stepped foot in the F1 paddock, and the rush of excitement coursing through her veins felt just like the first time she’d ever interviewed a driver. She kept her secret, walking around with a smile that only she knew the true reason for. Her heart fluttered every time someone would glance her way—mostly because the surprise was finally about to unfold.

As the drivers trickled into the media pen after the race, Y/N casually stepped forward, mic in hand.

Charles: (eyes widening) "No way! Y/N?" Y/N: (grinning) "Missed me, Charles?" Charles: (laughing) "I knew the peace and quiet wouldn’t last long."

Lando: (walking in) "What’s all the commotion—wait, Y/N?!" Y/N: "Surprise!" Lando: (dramatically) "My life just got a hundred times better. Carlos is going to lose his mind."

They chuckled before starting the interview. She had saved Carlos’ interview for last, hoping to catch him off guard. When Carlos finally walked into the pen, sweat still glistening on his forehead from the race, his eyes scanned the room. At first, he didn’t notice her—she was standing slightly to the side, waiting for the perfect moment.

Y/N: "Carlos, congratulations on P3. How does it feel to podium in your home race?"

His head snapped toward her, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief, and then to something warmer—something that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

Carlos: (grinning) "You’re here?" Y/N: "I heard Pirelli Grand Prix interviews are impossible without me." Carlos: "No one told me you were back." Y/N: "It was supposed to be a surprise. Did it work?" Carlos: "Let’s just say this is the best surprise I’ve had all season."

The way he said it made Y/N blush, but she quickly masked it with professionalism. Soon she conducted his interview with the same professionalism she always did. It had been months since their playful banter, since their flirtations. The thought of being this close to him again made her feel like she was coming home. _______________________________________________________________________

The media session wrapped up, and the crowd began to thin out, leaving behind the usual crew. Y/N was wrapping up her notes in her small media room when she heard footsteps behind her.

Carlos, unable to contain himself any longer, stepped up behind her and before she could turn, he placed his hands on her shoulders and spun her gently around. Their eyes met, and in that instant, the playful teasing of their past felt like a distant memory. All the professional barriers they’d kept between them in front of cameras vanished.

He pulled her waist closer, his other hand resting at the small of her back, and for a moment, everything felt suspended in time. Then, without saying another word, he leaned down and kissed her, at first she’s shocked but soon she gave in. It started softly, as if testing the waters. But it wasn’t long before the kiss deepened, the overwhelming sense of missing each other evident in the way they moved together.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and with hearts pounding, Carlos whispered in her ear, his voice thick with emotion: “God, I missed you so much.”

Y/N’s heart raced in response. Her chest tightened with a mixture of relief and affection she hadn’t expected. “I missed you too,” she whispered back.

Carlos smiled, his eyes sparkling with that familiar, irresistible charm. "You sure know how to make an entrance. I thought I was dreaming."

“I thought you’d appreciate the surprise,” she said, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

“You have no idea how much,” Carlos replied, his hands brushing lightly against her sides as they stood there, the world outside the paddock fading into the background.

And just like that, in the quiet of the paddock, everything was as it should be.

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smoshyourheadin · 1 year ago

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robin buckley x popular head cheerleader!reader

i’m glad it happened

pairing: robin buckley x cheerleader! f! reader

a/n: I USED Y/N ONCE IN HERE also guys i’m glad we’re finally giving robin some love bc she’s my wifey!! requests open <3

in the bustling halls of hawkins high, where cliques and reputations reigned supreme, robin buckley found herself in a unique position.

as a recent addition to the av club, she had expected to remain on the fringes of the school's social scene.

yet, fate had other plans.

robin's afternoons were typically spent in the av room, tinkering with equipment and occasionally teasing steve when he dropped by. however, during one routine lunch break, she found herself in the midst of an unexpected encounter.

the cafeteria buzzed with energy as students hurriedly grabbed trays and sought out their usual spots. robin, preferring the solace of a quiet corner, settled into her routine. she was halfway through her sandwich when a commotion at the nearby table caught her attention.

there you were, the head cheerleader and a beacon of popularity at hawkins high.

robin couldn't help but notice your effortless grace as you commanded the attention of everyone around you. you were surrounded by the entourage of your friends, laughing and chatting animatedly.

robin observed quietly from afar, admiring your poise, and wondering what it would be like to navigate high school with such confidence. little did she know, fate had a surprise in store.

it started innocently enough.

one day, during a particularly chaotic av club meeting, you wandered into the room. robin's heart skipped a beat as she watched the cheerleader's eyes widen in curiosity at the sight of the tech gadgets and makeshift projects scattered around.

"y/n, what are you doing here?" one of her friends exclaimed in surprise.

"i heard there was something cool happening in here," you replied with a hint of intrigue, gaze lingering on robin.

robin, caught off guard by your presence, managed a casual smile. "just the usual av club stuff. you know, fixing things, breaking things, the usual."

to robin's surprise, you didn't turn away in disinterest. instead, you stepped closer, eyes scanning the cluttered table with genuine curiosity. "that's pretty neat. can i... um, can i watch?"

and so began an unexpected friendship. over the following weeks, you and robin found yourselves spending more time together. you discovered some shared interests beyond their apparent differences - a love for movies, solving puzzles, and david bowie.

your friendship blossomed quietly, away from the prying eyes of your respective social circles. robin learned that you weren’t just a popular cheerleader that you appeared to be; you were also someone who valued depth and authenticity.

as you grew closer, robin found herself falling for you in ways she hadn't anticipated. her heart raced whenever they exchanged knowing glances across the cafeteria or shared stupid inside jokes during av club meetings.

and yet, she hesitated to confess her feelings, fearing rejection or worse - the end of their newfound friendship.

but fate intervened once again during the school's annual halloween party. amidst the pulsating music and dimly lit dance floor, robin mustered up the courage to pull you aside.

"hey, um, can i talk to you for a sec?" robin asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.

you turned to her, a curious expression on your face. "sure, robin. what's on your mind?"

robin took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "i... i really enjoy spending time with you. more than i ever expected. you're... you're amazing. and i... i think i might be falling for you."

for a moment, there was silence as you processed robin's confession. then, to robin's astonishment, you smiled - a genuine, heartfelt smile that lit up your entire face.

"i think i might be falling for you too, robin," you admitted softly. "i never expected this, but... i'm glad it happened."

and in that moment, amidst the swirl of costumes and laughter, you pulled robin into a gentle kiss, her arms wrapped around your waist softly – two souls who had defied the expectations of their high school roles to find something real.

#smoshyourheadin #stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #steve harrington #johnathan byers #nancy wheeler #eleven hopper #max mayfield #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #will byers #mike wheeler #jim hopper #joyce byers

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pikahlua · 1 year ago

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Look, it's probably still not time to go really deep into it, but I did mention there are ways this ending where Tomura dies could work for me. Honestly I didn't have much of an issue with chapter 423 itself before the internet's emotional onslaught over it, but now that I'm hearing rumors the chapter was received well in Japan and a number of western fans have decided to couch all their disappointment in racism and rage at the target readership, maybe I should give some cursory thoughts just to counteract the stupid.

The Bittersweet Ending

Here's the thing. For all the game the bird app likes to talk about how MHA is happy and kid-friendly and not dark and that's bad somehow, it's kind of funny to me how little MHA actually meets expectations in that regard. If I were to divide MHA arcs into categories based on their endings, I would probably have to put the majority of them into the "makes me cry" category. Even arcs where the hero wins with ostensibly happy endings often have absolutely gut-wrenching moments, like All Might's retirement in the Kamino arc, Tsuyu's apology in the UA Dorm Contest arc, and Nighteye's death in the Overhaul arc. I don't think it's possible for me to watch the Sports Festival arc and come out of it with anything but mixed feelings of hope and haunting. Stain may have lost his battle, but his effect on society sure seems to give him the win when it comes to the war. The Paranormal Liberation War arc has a pretty rough ending where there may still be a sliver of hope, but goodness is it a small one.

Sure, some of the teariest moments are a result of happy scenes like Eri smiling for the first time at the cultural festival, but what I'm getting at is that MHA tends to go for more hopeful endings rather than happy ones. And those hopeful endings are often stained by some other tragedy, a price to pay for the hope. Just because MHA isn't full of random death doesn't mean it doesn't contain poignant loss. This was one of its early selling points in fact. MHA's most hopeful moments have always felt so real because the story acknowledges that these things should often play out messily. We've seen the mess, and now chapter 424 has given us a glimmer of hope. The question is now where the story will take us from here.

The Anticlimax

This post has come back for me in the most unexpected way, not gonna lie.

I often hear “anticlimax/anticlimactic” used as a negative criticism, especially colloquially. This criticism assumes an anticlimax is always written unintentionally. But that’s often not the case; anticlimax is actually fucking fantastic when placed in the right hands. And Kohei Horikoshi is a goddamn anticlimax connoisseur. I say he’s a connoisseur because Horikoshi has the gall, nay, the gumption–dare I say the balls to showcase the versatility of anticlimax as a storytelling technique for more than just comedy (although he does also use it for comedy a lot). He dares to use it in action scenes, horror/thriller scenes, and even fuzzy heartfelt scenes, all to the great effect of toying with our emotions. And he successfully has us feel exactly what he wants us to every time–because that’s the point. These aren’t cheap jokes; they serve a purpose! They illustrate an actual, meaningful point about whatever scenario they are used in to make the story more realistic, to combat the fridge logic “well actually” complaints endemic to fandom. Because Horikoshi is a fan himself.

When I write "realistic," I don't mean to apply this quote here to indicate that death (especially for edgy aesthetics) is realistic. I mean to indicate that imperfection is realistic. Izuku isn't a perfect hero. Tomura isn't a perfect victim, and by victim I mean "character for the hero to save." Izuku says it himself:

A perfect victim for the hero to save would yield to the hero's attempts to turn and save them. They would see the wisdom in the hero's position and 100% change sides to agree with them. Trite.

Doing this runs the risk of erasing the victim's identity that comes before. Izuku never has a perfect answer to all of Tomura's problems with the world.

Izuku is the same as All Might. He's only human.

[...]Horikoshi has no compunctions using anticlimax in big, important, non-humorous scenes (even if the anticlimax ultimately adds humor to the scene that was otherwise unexpected). This man has no fear. He ends his famously popular take on the tried and true trope of tournament arcs with one big let-down that affects not just the audience but the in-universe characters. [...] You wanna tell me Horikoshi didn’t know exactly what he was doing here? You wanna tell me Horikoshi didn’t know about the fandom war over Katsuki’s hero name? That he didn’t purposefully fucking troll the fandom with this? That this isn’t the single greatest brick joke in the history of published media for its effect both in the canon and in the meta? Fuck you, we’re building up the tension around the most wildly popular character’s hero name reveal for 248 goddamn chapters (that’s five-and-a-half years) just to make it the cringiest fucking thing you’ve ever heard in your goddamn life. His hero name must be the closest audio rendition anyone can imagine shaped like a middle finger and fucking nothing less will suffice. Congratulations, fandom: you played yourselves! You made a war no one could win! Horikoshi could have chosen Ground Zero or Kacchan as Katsuki’s hero name and risked alienating half his fandom either way, but you didn’t realize there was a third option, which of course he took: to risk alienating the entire fucking fandom.

I'm just saying, an ending like this isn't out of character for Horikoshi. In light of this trip down memory lane and Izuku's parallel with All Might in that they acknowledge they cannot save everyone, I'm interested to see what Horikoshi does with this ending whether or not Tomura survives. What sort of hope will he offer?

The extended ending arc

The only real extended ending arc we've had in MHA that might give us a glimpse at the inner workings of Horikoshi's mind is the School Cultural Festival arc. Because of that (and the many other things I've mentioned before this post), I will say there is cause to believe we will have a hopeful ending. Again, I don't know what that looks like. A lot of people seem to have a specific thing they need to have happen to save the story for them, and I cannot speak to those.

Except for Deku vs Kacchan 3, which is what I need to have happen lol. And god does it seem really fucking possible now.

#my hero academia manga spoilers #epilogue arc spoilers #meta #just some incomplete thoughts really

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cheynovak · 1 year ago

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A Night to Remember

Part 2: In the spotlight

Jensen Ackles x F/Reader Y/N

Warnings: On screen chemistry, sexual tension, unfaithful, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language

When a candid photo of Jensen Ackles and his co-star Y/N sharing an intimate moment goes viral, it threatens to upend the actor's carefully balanced life.

Jensen must navigate the fallout and confront his true feelings.

As he and Y/N strive to set the record straight, they are forced to examine the boundaries between professional connection and personal emotion.

Will their flirtation under the spotlight lead to lasting consequences, or can they find a way to protect what truly matters?

*Click*

One click, one misstep and there it was, the picture and news articles circling on the internet.

Los Angeles, CA – In a surprising turn of events, Supernatural star Jensen Ackles and his co-star Y/N Y/L/N were spotted together in what appeared to be a romantic setting. This unexpected sighting has ignited a whirlwind of speculation and intrigue among fans and media alike.

Ackles, who has been happily married to actress Danneel Ackles since 2010, was seen with Y/L/N at an upscale restaurant in downtown Los Angeles. The pair were seen at a local bar, a fan saw them engaging in deep conversation, sharing laughs, and even holding hands across the table. Dressed casual for the evening, both actors appeared relaxed and comfortable in each other’s company.

An eyewitness, who wishes to remain anonymous, shared, “They looked really close and seemed to be enjoying each other's company a lot. It felt like there was definitely more than just friendship between them.”

Y/N Y/L/N, who has recently to be rumoured as the new member of the cast of Ackles’ latest project “The boy”, has quickly become a fan favourite. However, this is the first time they have been seen together.

Fans of Ackles have taken to social media to express their disbelief and confusion. One fan tweeted, “I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Jensen and Y/N? What about Danneel? This doesn’t make sense!”

Another fan commented, “Jensen and Danneel have always been so solid. I hope this is just a misunderstanding.”

As the news spreads, neither Jensen nor Y/L/N have made any public statements regarding the nature of their relationship. Danneel Ackles has also remained silent on the matter, choosing not to address the swirling rumours.

It is possible that the outing was entirely innocent and misconstrued by the public. Hollywood friendships often involve close and affectionate interactions that can be easily misinterpreted.

In the meantime, the internet continues to buzz with theories and opinions, eagerly awaiting any clarification from the involved parties.

Fans hope for a positive resolution that respects all individuals involved and clarifies the situation.

Jensen stepped into his house, the warm familiarity of home wrapping around him. It had been an incredible cast, filled with unexpected connections and heartfelt moments. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought of Y/N, their shared laughter, and that unforgettable evening.

It was just a stupid drunk kiss, but still she knew what he needed, a chance to feel like he had it still in him, flirting picking up a nice girl at the bar, even though it was his co start who knew he felt insecure.

However, his smile faded as he saw his wife, Danneel, waiting for him in the living room, her expression unreadable. She held her phone in her hand, and Jensen’s heart sank with a premonition of trouble.

“Hey, babe,” Jensen greeted, trying to keep his tone light. “You’re up late.” Danneel nodded, her eyes fixed on him. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep. There’s something I need to show you.”

She handed him her phone, and Jensen’s stomach tightened as he saw the screen. There it was the photo from the bar. It captured the moment just before the kiss, the intimate way he and Y/N were looking at each other unmistakable.

“Danneel, I...” Jensen started, but she held up a hand to stop him.

“Jensen, I get it. It’s part of the job, right? You work closely with your co-stars. But this… this looks personal.” Her voice was calm, but he could hear the hurt underlying her words.

Jensen took a deep breath, his mind racing. “It wasn’t what it looks like, I swear. We were just talking, drinking and then… I don’t know. It just happened.”

Danneel looked at him, her eyes searching his. “I trust you, Jensen, but you have to understand how this looks. The internet is already buzzing with rumours. People are talking.”

Jensen ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt gnawing at him. “I’m so sorry, Danneel. I never wanted to hurt you. Y/N and I, we just got caught up in the moment. It didn’t mean anything, it just turns out she is the same playful spirit drunk.”

Danneel sighed, sitting down on the couch and gesturing for Jensen to join her. “I believe you, but we need to be careful. Our family, our kids—they’re going to hear about this. We need to be ready to handle it.”

Jensen sat beside her, taking her hand in his. “I’ll talk to Y/N. We’ll figure out a way to set the record straight. I love you.” he said before kissing her goodnight. Danneel squeezed his hand, a small smile playing on her lips.

The next week Jensen sat in a conference room with his manager, Y/N and her manager, Lisa, who was explaining their new plan.

“So, we’ve decided to lean into this,” Lisa said, spreading out mock-ups of promotional posters featuring Soldier Boy and Y/N’s character. “The internet is already buzzing about the photo. We’re going to introduce her new character on ‘The Boys’ as the love interest.

We know it wasn’t supposed to leak out yet, but we’re going to drop some on set photos, and I would like that you two make a video.

Y/N glanced at Jensen, her eyes wide with surprise. “If that’s possible, that would be great!” Jensen leaned back in his chair, a mix of relief and excitement bubbling up. “Alright, let’s do this.”

Jensen and Y/N found themselves standing in front of a camera crew, tasked with filming a special video announcement. Jensen stood beside Y/N, offering a reassuring smile as they exchanged a quick glance.

They had rehearsed their lines countless times, but there was still a nervous energy in the air.

“Hey, everyone, it’s Jensen Ackles here,” Jensen began, his voice confident as he addressed the camera. “And I’m thrilled to introduce you to the newest member of our team.”

Y/N stepped forward, their expression a mix of excitement and determination. “Hi, I’m Y/N, and I’m beyond excited to join the cast of ‘The Boys’

“Our new season is going to be bigger and better than ever,” Jensen continued, his enthusiasm infectious. “And with Y/N on board as soldier boys new love, I know we’re going to blow you away.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Get ready for an epic ride, folks.” With a wink they end the promo video.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Jensen asked, his voice serious as he pulled her aside. Y/N nodded, her expression guarded but curious. “Of course, J. What’s on your mind?”

Jensen took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. “Look, I can’t shake this feeling that… maybe things between us aren’t as straightforward as we’ve been pretending.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing through her eyes. “Jensen, I told you before, that kiss, it was just a moment. I know it didn’t mean anything.”

“I don’t want to make things more complicated than they already are. That’s why… I think we need to set some boundaries.” he added.

Y/N’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Boundaries?”

Jensen sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Look, I value our friendship, Y/N. And I don’t want to lose that. But I think we need to be careful about how we spend our time together.”

Y/N’s expression softened, a sense of resignation settling over them.” Maybe it’s best if we avoid situations where…” Jensen nodded, relief washing over him that Y/N understood. “Exactly. So, no more one on one getting drunk together, okay?”

“Yeah, sure no problem. I thought that kind of was a done deal without saying anything.” Y/N smiled, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

A few months later

The cast of "The Boys" had a busy schedule at the Comic-Con weekend, but Jensen found himself with a rare moment of downtime. As he sipped on his coffee backstage, he noticed Y/N stepping onto the stage for a solo Q&A session with the fans.

Jensen leaned against a nearby wall, watching from the shadows as Y/N took the microphone, a radiant smile lighting up their face. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Y/N’s eyes sparkled with genuine excitement and gratitude.

“Hi, everyone!” Y/N greeted, their voice warm and inviting. “Thank you all so much for coming out today. You guys are the best!”

As she began to take questions from the audience, Jensen found himself mesmerized by the way Y/N engaged with the fans. She listened intently to each question, her expressions ranging from thoughtful to playful, depending on the fans.

She had an incredible ability to connect with people, making each person feel valued and heard.

One fan, a young girl dressed as her character, nervously approached the microphone. “Hi, Y/N! I just wanted to say that I love you, and you’re my hero.” Y/N’s eyes softened as she leaned forward, her smile radiating warmth. “Thank you so much! That means the world to me. You look amazing!"

As the panel continued, Jensen couldn’t shake the growing feelings stirring within him. Y/N finished answering another question, glancing backstage and catching Jensen’s eye. She gave him a quick, playful wink before turning back to the audience, and Jensen felt a flutter in his chest.

The cast gathered for a dinner at a cozy restaurant after their appearance at a Comic-Con. The atmosphere was warm and lively as the cast members laughed and chatted, enjoying each other’s company before the whirlwind of events ahead.

Jensen and Y/N exchanged polite smiles in between their casual conversation with others, the tension from their previous encounter hanging in the air between them like a silent understanding.

As the evening progressed, Jensen couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/N, her easy laughter and infectious energy drawing him in despite the distance he had tried to maintain.

Throughout the dinner, their eyes meeting in fleeting moments of connection. Each glance spoke volumes. There was a playful spark in Jensen’s gaze, a hint of mischief that danced in his eyes. Finding it way too easy to find an opportunity to flirt with Y/N, even from across the table.

As the evening progressed and the drinks flowed freely. The warmth of the alcohol combined with the electric energy between them, fuelling a newfound boldness within him.

Leaning slightly on to the table, closer to Y/N, Jensen’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, a subtle gesture that worked like magic on her. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto Y/N’s, sending a message of longing and intent.

Y/N’s breath caught at the sight, her own heart racing in response to Jensen’s unspoken flirtation. The air between them crackled with tension, the heat of their mutual attraction igniting like a wildfire.

Despite the playful banter and laughter around them, Jensen and Y/N were lost in their own world, a world where the only thing that mattered was the intoxicating game of pulling and pushing.

He saw how Y/N casually reached for her drink, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass in slow, deliberate circles. The motion was hypnotic, and Jensen found himself entranced by the simple yet sensual act.

She looked up at him through her lashes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Y/N gracefully stood up from the table, her fingers lingering on the back of her chair as she cast a lingering, meaningful glance over her shoulder at him. Her eyes held a silent invitation that sent a thrill down his spine.

Jensen watched her as she walked away, her movements fluid and confident. He knew exactly what she was suggesting, and he felt a surge of anticipation. Excusing himself with a casual comment to the rest of the cast, he waited a few moments before following her path.

His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the restroom area, glancing around to ensure they wouldn’t be interrupted.

He pushed open the door to the women’s restroom, his eyes immediately finding Y/N. She stood by the sinks, her expression a mix of mischief and desire. The door closed behind him with a soft click, sealing them in their private little world.

“Y/N,” Jensen murmured, his voice husky as he stepped closer to her. “Are you sure about this?”

She smiled, the kind of smile that sent shivers down his spine. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his chest, sending a wave of heat through his body.

Jensen closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her close. Their breaths mingled, the air thick with the electricity of their desire. Y/N tilted her head up, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his pulse race.

Without another word, Jensen leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a searing kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the pent-up longing and unspoken words that had been building between them. Y/N responded eagerly, her hands sliding up to his shoulders as she pressed herself against him.

Jensen’s hands roamed her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, their tongues dancing in a rhythm of their own.

For a moment, they broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other’s as they caught their breath. “I’ve never been more sure about anything,” she replied, her voice a seductive whisper.

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STUPID CUPID, a dynamic force in the music industry, made waves with their latest release, the 10th mini album, TRUE VALENTINE (LET'S TALK LOVE!). this captivating collection of seven tracks, launched in may, showcases the group's unique concept and musical style.

kicking off the excitement was the electrifying pre-release single, MANIAC, which garnered widespread attention and anticipation. a carefully planned four-week promotions kept fans engaged and eager for more, setting the stage for the full unveiling of TRUE VALENTINE.

as the MANIAC promotion drew to a close, STUPID CUPID seamlessly transitioned into the promotions for TRUE VALENTINE, igniting further excitement with teasers that lit up discussions and buzz across various digital platforms.

album analysis & content.

the concept of a true valentine is portrayed through the lens of obsession, the lyrics and overall theme of the album takes on a more intense, possessive, and potentially darker tone. obsession in a romantic context can be complex, often involving a heightened sense of desire, longing, and an intense focus on the object of affection. the notion of a dark cupid and an obsession-themed true valentine introduces a more mysterious and intense perspective on romantic connections. in the shadowy realm of dark cupid, where love takes on a more enigmatic form, the concept of a true valentine becomes a captivating and potentially dangerous affair.

PASSIONATE VER. — ( this version focuses on the intense and passionate aspects of love, featuring vibrant colours and dynamic visuals that evoke a sense of fiery desire ) … photo booklet + folded poster ( fitting the album ver. ), sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster + handwritten letter + member photocard ( random 2 out of 5 ) + flame-shaped charm ( distributed randomly )

OBSESSION VER. — ( reflecting the album's theme of obsession, this version delves deeper into the darker and more intense elements of love, with edgier aesthetics and visuals that convey a sense of possessiveness and longing ) … photo booklet + folded poster ( fitting the album ver. ), sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster + handwritten letter + member photocard ( random 2 out of 5 ) + lock-and-key charm set ( distributed randomly )

ROMANTIC VER. — ( this version emphasizes the traditional notions of romance, featuring softer hues and dreamy visuals that evoke a sense of classic love stories and heartfelt emotions ) ... photo booklet + folded poster ( fitting the album ver. ), sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster + handwritten letter + member photocard ( random 2 out of 5 ) + heart-shaped locket charm ( with a group photo inside — distributed randomly )

track list. ( analysis cr. to /plasticflwrs )

CRUSH (YOU) ... the album intro declares the unexpected attraction of the cupids to someone, hinting at a shift in mindset and lifestyle. the lyrics suggest a celebration of the exhilarating experience of falling for someone, emphasizing playful flirtation, genuine emotions, and a desire for a meaningful connection. the song conveys surprise, excitement, and vulnerability in the face of newfound romantic feelings. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by GLOOMY & CHESKA, prod. by GLOOMY )

MANIAC ... the pre-release shows a twist in love and explores the intense and unpredictable nature of it. the lyrics convey a sense of chaos, obsession, and passion that can often characterise a relationship. MANIAC delves into the complexities of a love that is intense, chaotic, and almost addictive. it explores the rollercoaster of emotions, confusion, and the simultaneous desire to both embrace and let go of this passionate connection. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by H.EUI, prod. by H.EUI )

MELTING LOVE ... the cupids express confidence and a bold attitude, daring someone to reject them. there's a playful challenge in the tone, suggesting a desire to enchant and captivate the listeners. the song uses sensory imagery, comparing the speaker to a "pink light," expressing the idea of melting like ice cream and asking for a lighter touch on the lips. these images evoke a sense of warmth, sweetness, and intimacy. the playful and seductive tone, along with the elements of innocence and vulnerability, contribute to a multifaceted portrayal of the cupids' emotions and intentions. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by PANDORA & 2MIE, prod. by TOKKI & GLOOMY )

SMART ... the song revolves around determination, ambition, and resilience in the pursuit of success. it celebrates the power of strategic thinking and hard work in overcoming obstacles and achieving one's goals. setbacks are seen as opportunities for growth, and the lyrics emphasize the importance of confidence, optimism, and unwavering determination in the face of challenges. overall, the song encourages listeners to believe in themselves, work hard, and persevere in the pursuit of their dreams. the song seems to be a break between the toxic love being shown through the rest of the songs. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by ASTER, prod. by RE:INA & PANDORA )

OUR SECRET ... the song delves into the theme of passionate and intoxicating love, capturing a moment of intense attraction and desire between two individuals. describing a single kiss as a symbol, the lyrics highlight its ability to captivate and mesmerize, leaving the recipient utterly consumed and lost in the experience, as emphasized in the chorus. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by PANDORA & AIMEE, prod. by TOKKI & H.EUI )

GIMME KISSES ... the song's theme centres on the transformative power of love, overcoming obstacles and building a deep connection. the lyrics illustrate a journey of navigating challenges, breaking down barriers, and expressing hope for lasting affection. the repeated phrase "GIMME X-O-X-O" underscores the desire for intimacy, emphasizing the positive impact of love in overcoming difficulties. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by RE:INA, prod. by RE:INA & PANDORA )

LOVE WINNER ... the song articulates a profound, unwavering love and commitment to someone special. the lyrics convey the anxiety of losing this person and the unimaginable thought of life without them. the cupids liken their bond to the vulnerability of a lost child, underscoring the deep emotional connection. in essence, the song beautifully communicates an overwhelming love and devotion, affirming a readiness to make any sacrifice for the cherished individual. it highlights the robust emotional attachment and a firm resolve to stand by them, regardless of the challenges that may arise. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — ( written by GLOOMY, prod. by TOKKI & ASTER )

era notes.

♡ ⠀⸻⠀ the promotions for this album were the longest the group ever had. MANIAC was promoted for four weeks before the album dropped out while MELTING LOVE for five weeks. SMART originally wasn't going to be promoted on music shows, but because of its popularity, they decided to extend promotions for another two weeks. a special music video was also released a week before the promotions for the title track finished. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ by the end of the promotions, STUPID CUPID received thirteen awards in total — four during MANIAC, five for MELTING LOVE and four during SMART. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ the music video for MELTING LOVE received a whopping 80 million views in the first 24 hours! SMART also reached similar numbers after its official release. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ a lot of fans were thrown back during this era, mainly because the group is known for their cute and artsy music style, so watching the MELTING LOVE music video changed their views drastically. what confused them more was up to the music video release, their teasers have consistently been shown in a softer way. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ their tiktok was ACTIVE! the girls posted dance challenges non-stop, either with other idols or with their staff! you could not scroll through the fyp without seeing at least three different videos from this era. ♡ ⠀⸻⠀ the group released a lot of content, both on their youtube channel and various other ones. they teased an interview with WIRED, as well as a possible world tour, that may or may not happen soon.

era style.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( MELTING LOVE — SMART )

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"Rumor has it you and Prince Silas have become quite close rather quickly. If true, I wish to privately offer my most heartfelt of congratulations. I often fear such romantic happenings are doomed to the realm of fantasy for our kind, and to see it bloom before me is... quite heartening."

RUMOR HAS IT..

It was obvious, in the way their paths crossed so often, sneaking glances with small genuine smiles. Those who knew signs of blossoming love among the youth, knew. Just friends, a mantra they kept to keep unwarrented attention.

Not that Octavia would spill secrets that weren't meant to be shared ; but the way Phel spoke couldn't stop the smile pulling at her beak. Not of convenience or by force, something they weren't looking for - but it was theirs. It was something worth holding onto. Those stupid fairytales & love stories hardly held a candle to what she found in the most unexpected ways.

" Thank you. "

#♡. 𝓜𝓤𝓢𝓔. 𝓞𝓒𝓣𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓐 || 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 #keeperofquestions #(( 😭 phel you sweetheart

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jewwyfeesh · 2 years ago

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Recollections and Heartfelt Wishes 2

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Mashiro Tomoya, Sengoku Shinobu, Akehoshi Subaru, Oogami Koga, Hibiki Wataru, Nito Nazuna, Kiryu Kuro

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

CN/EN Proof by: stcrfeesh

(Edit 07/02/24: fixed appellation errors)

Tomoya: Looking closely, Leon’s also licking Oogami-senpai’s hand. I think he’s trying to cheer him up as well?

Season: Summer Location: Koga's Dorm Room

Koga: (What the hell…! Those two bastard senpais, makin’ all sorts of stupid faces on those programs to make people laugh… strictly speakin’, all yer doin’ is embarrassing us!)

(They’re always busy with some sort of social engagements nowadays. Greetin’ all those big-wigs with a subservient smile, actin’ like a bunch of submissive kouhais in front of ‘em! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!)

(Rockin’ with reckless abandon, ventin’ the deepest cries of the soul… that’s what we UNDEAD should be doin’!)

(We weren’t like this before…)

(DEADMANS and UNDEAD… will we become nothin’ more than old photos that no one’ll care about?)

………

Tsk. What shitty timing…

What? Whaddya need my help with? I’m real busy right now, so if it ain’t somethin’ important, then f**k off.

Haah? Somethin’ went wrong with the rehearsal? Weren’t y’all yappin’ on and on ‘bout how y’all are all independent li’l shits, and y’all don’t need my guidance anymore?

…Yeah yeah, I got it. I’ll head over now.

Location: Seishou Hall Common Room

Kuro: Oogami looks as if he ate some gunpower. Did someone make him angry?

Nazuna: Um… I’m not too sure what’s up with Koga-chin, but he does seem a little off recently.

Kuro: Recently…? Did something happen? Given Oogami’s personality, he might be obsessin’ over something again…

Nazuna: Maybe I’m thinkin’ too much about it, but Koga-chin might have something weighing on his mind. The last time he attended ANIMALS circle activity—

[A few days earlier, in the Seishou Hall Courtyard]

Nazuna: With that, we’ll be commencing the final round of ANIMALS’ 19th Frisbee Catching Contest! Let’s see who will be the one to take home the title of overall champion ♪

Koga: …………

Subaru: Hey~ Gami-san, Gami-san, are you zoning out? It’s your turn to throw the frisbee!

Daikichi and Leon are anxiously running around your feet in circles, watching you grip the frisbee in your hand like that~

Koga: …Eh? Oh, I don’t need ya to remind me about these li’l things. I’ll throw ‘em now, so watch carefully—

Subaru: Oooh, as expected of Gami-san! The frisbee flew really far away, I almost lost sight of it! Go go go, Daikichi ☆

Tomoya: …Eh? Why did both of them suddenly stop? Did they lose sight of the frisbee?

Nazuna: Aish, seems like this is a mistake on Koga-chin’s part, ‘cause the frisbee flew into the tree over there!

Subaru: Mm~ I think it got stuck on those branches over there. In that case, I’ll climb up and retrieve it ♪

Nazuna: Wait, wait, that’s too dangerous, Subaru-chin! Would it be better to get a ladder instead?

Tomoya: In that case, I’ll go back to Seishou Hall to get one…!

???: Oya oya~? Seems like I’ve arrived at the purrfect time ☆

Tomoya: Waah?! Two doves flew out from nowhere and fetched the frisbee with ease?!

That voice just now sounded really familiar… Why am I getting such a strong sense of déjà vu…

Wataru: That’s right, I hereby extend my greetings to you from a flurry of falling feathers! It is your very own Hibiki Wataru ☆

Tomoya: Masked Pervert…?! Why are you here!? Didn’t you say that you couldn’t come join our Circle’s activities?

Wataru: Hehehe, life is fun because it’s brimming with uncertainty and mystery! This is the surprise I’ve prepared for everyone today ♪

Seems like my doves are the winners of this Frisbee Catching Contest! How’s that, isn’t it more Amazing when the winners are unexpected ☆

Subaru: Eh~ I object, I object! If you didn’t sign up but join the competition anyway, this is a foul! I request a rematch!

Nazuna: Hm, Subaru-chin’s not wrong either. In view of being fair, let’s get Koga-chin to throw the frisbee again, and have the doves start from a clean slate. Is this okay with everyone?

Koga: …Ah? Oh, it’s my turn again? ‘Kay, let’s go…!

Nazuna: Unyaa! I haven’t even called to start yet—Oh no, it’s– it’s been thwown (thrown) up a twee (tree)!! Though it’s another tree this time!!

???: Uwah, that really hurts…!

As it is, I’ve already been discovered, so I’ll just reveal myself… heh!

Nazuna: Sh-Shinobu-chin?! You just jumped down from the tree! Are you alright?

Shinobu: Hee hee hee, Nito-dono needn’t worry, please accept this frisbee! My ‘Acrobatic Martial Arts’ jutsu has evolved quite a lot, and I can climb trees much easier now!

In fact, I’ve been practising my ‘Breath Concealment’ ninjutsu here, and wanted to see how long I could go before someone notices me! I was really confident too…

So I didn’t expect Oogami-dono to accurately hit me with a flying prop! Oogami-dono is really awesome~!

Subaru: Mhm! Gami-san is really cool. I still can’t believe he managed to throw the frisbee up the tree both times! How did you do it? Please teach me too~

Nazuna: Erm… no, that doesn’t quite sound like praise when you say it like that…

Koga: …………

Nazuna: (Eh? Koga-chin didn’t retort immediately… that’s rare. He’s also a little too quiet today. Perhaps he’s somewhat distracted…?)

Koga-chin, are you tired from playing? You can go have a rest in the shade, if you like.

Koga: …Ah? I’m good. I’ve yet to really exercise my body, so I’m hella pumped up right now!

In the end, the real question is why are so many weird things happenin’ because of me throwin’ a frisbee?

Wataru: Non~ Non! If life were truly just like a pool of stagnant water, devoid of love and of surprises… the heart will wither and die before the body.

Nazuna: Back to the topic~ Now that Shinobu-chin’s here too, shall we all play together?

Shinobu: Oh, oh, even though I’m a member of OCEANS, I am also interested in the activities hosted by ANIMALS! Then, I’ll be in your care!

Wataru: Welcome, welcome! The winner of today’s competition has yet to be decided… so how about I organise a cheerleading squad to cheer everyone on ☆

Shinobu: Uwah!! One after another, doves fly out from Hibiki-dono’s pockets, just like a ninja using an animal in their jutsu! I’m so impressed!

Tomoya: Eh? There’s a dove that seems to know me, even taking the initiative to fly onto my shoulder… ah, are you Jeanne d’Arc?

Subaru: Uwahhhh so cool~! There’s a dove flapping its wings while perched on Daikichi’s back, I wonder if it’ll be able to help Daikichi take off ☆

Come look, come look, there’s another dove perched on Gami-san’s knee, tilting its head and staring up at him! Ahaha, this makes a really interesting picture for sure, I wanna use my phone and take a photo real quick ♪

Wataru: Ahh, turns out it’s that child. To be honest, it has a very gentle and soft personality – if it see’s that someone’s upset or sad, it’ll take the initiative to go comfort them.

Nazuna: That is to say, Koga-chin’s feeling a little down today, to the point where even the little animals have noticed it.

Tomoya: Looking closely, Leon’s also licking Oogami-senpai’s hand. I think he’s trying to cheer him up as well?

Subaru: Gami-san, if you encounter any problems, remember to tell me! I’ll definitely help you out!

Koga: My god… the both of you really love fussin’ over others, don’t you? I’m fine, there’s nothin’ wrong with me. It’s just that ‘m busy revisin’ for the upcomin’ exams, and tired myself out. That’s all.

Y’all should stop surroundin’ me asking stupid questions; go and play or somethin’. I’m not a child that needs an adult to take care of them 24/7.

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