#and as someone who did dance for awhile I ALWAYS love seeing dance and the exaggerated animation just beautifies it even more

[grimmylilsunshine]

💍 Preparing for a proposal 💍

Something short and sweet to finally update here again properly. ❤️

Grim/Casper x GN!Reader

Casper was planning this for awhile now, but he was as nervous as the day the idea even crossed his mind. Thanks to you and your silly teasing...

He worked on getting everything in order, what he'll say, what he'll do the day he finally drops the question. As well of course getting ahold of the thing needed to make this even possible...The ring.

He could of easily just bought one already made, but was determined to get you one unique and worth wearing always...

You were his sunshine, so naturally he worked with someone to get a sun themed designed ring made for you.

It looked perfect to him, how he imagined it to look, even better now that it was made into reality. But he wondered if you would like it...If you didn't, you both could always go out buy another one together but...He hopes you do like it, or keep it.

Also he hopes you actually say yes to this all, of course...You teased him too many times about this to back out now. How cruel would it be if you said you didn't want to marry him after all, but...He feels confident you'll say yes.

Is that bad?

He feels it is, but...He's the damn Grim Reaper. Whatever he wants, he gets, so naturally he's going to have you as his bride. He won't take no for a answer now! You are his after all!

"...Damn it." He mutters under his breath as he covers his face with hands. Leaning back on the couch, before letting his hands drop to stare up at the ceiling.

He loves you too much to force such a thing on you. So of course he wouldn't make you say yes or force you into marrying him now.

Though if you were to say no to marrying him...He'd be upset, but wouldn't give up on you. He'll try again next time, many times over if he must...He is persistent like that after all, you knew him to be after all.

He lets out a small sigh. As he continues to look up at the ceiling, getting lost in thought.

He never experienced such a mix of intense emotions before until you came around. He should make you pay for making him suffer this much he feels...Though he wouldn't dare ask for it to stop, or for you to leave his side ever now.

He's grown too attached to you, too in love with you...Spending the rest of immortal life with you. Spending it with someone who drives him absolutely crazy now.

Yeah...That sounds like the best thing ever to him now. Especially because it was you.

He can't help but smile a little just from the thought of spending forever with you. The idea of officially calling you his now, and you calling him yours.

His smile grows more, as his heart starts to dance over the idea alone.

Then his heart skips a beat when he hears the front door unlocking and opening. Snapping him back to reality.

You're home.

He started to feel nervous again, but he took a deep breath in and slowly out. Building himself up for this moment.

"You got this, Casper...Just as we planned."

Once he felt ready to see you, he finally moved in to greet you back home with a hug and kiss. A ritual of yours now whenever you got back from work, or anywhere in fact now.

Though already you could tell something was wrong or different today. The light blush on Casper's face said it all.

"Welcome home, Sunshine. Listen...I know you just got back from work and you're tired I'm sure. But..."

He took your hands in his, too shy to make direct eye contact with you in the moment, but he did his best to sound and act brave. Even though his heart was pounding hard already from this all alone.

"Can we go out for a moment together? There's somewhere I want to take you to."

[mostvaluablelesbian]

Just binged Love Death and Robots season 3, not my fav season, but FUCK Jibaro was a fucking masterpiece of artwork.

[daemonshooker]

She was made for me // Daemon targaryen x sister

Summary: After Daemon catches his sister with a knight, their tensions rise and they have sex and after they have sex they get caught by their father.

Warnings: +18, smut, targaryen incest, jealous, fingering, violence, pussy licking.

The big hall was full of people, they were eating and dancing. Princess Rowena was sitting with her family at the table set for them, the chair next to her was empty. She was beginning to wonder where her big brother was when he entered the hall in all his majesty. He bowed his head slightly in respect to the king and then took his place at the table next to his sister. For a few seconds, his eyes flickered to his sister. She looked gorgeous as always. Her red dress was gathered with pink tulle, her neck was open to her breasts so that her breasts stood out. She wore gold bracelets to secure the tulle sleeves to her wrists, the gold showing the wealth of her house. Her wavy silver hair was braided once in the back so that it did not cover her beautiful face. Daemon could not take his eyes off her.

"You're late... as always." Her voice was calm. She took a sip of her wine, watching people dancing in front of them. He grinned and turned towards the dancing people. "What? did you miss me?" He said in a mocking tone and took a grape from the bunch of grapes in front of him and popped it in his mouth. Rowena sighed in exasperation at her brother's answer.

After a few moments of silence, she turned to her brother. "So when are you going to ask me to dance?" Daemon grinned at his sister's sass. "What's the magic word?" Rowena rolled her eyes. "If you don't ask me to dance, I'll find someone else who will." Daemon could never deny Rowena, she was the apple of his eye. But when she spoke like that he wanted nothing more than to put her over his knee and spank her. He sighed, got up from his chair, held out his hand to his sister and smiled. She took his hand with a smile, they moved towards the dance floor and blended in with the other people dancing. "You know, you're sweeter when you obey." She smirked at him. The dance was intimate, Daemon knew he could kiss her but he just smiled, not willing to give up the game he was playing. "Well, I'm not so sweet when I disobey little sister." He whispered in her ear. "Just ask the ladies I've been with." Her smile faded and she stay silent for a minute. "So where have you been? Brothel?" He smiled at the jealousy in her voice. "I spent the afternoon with a lovely lady. She was so cute and shy, I could see her melt in my hands." She smiled, refusing to let jealousy overtake her. "It's good to see you having fun, brother." He pulled her closer hardly. "How about you little sister? Did you get a handsome knight to carry you away?" Daemon teased. "I did." She smirked to him. "Who was this lucky knight? Can I meet him?" Daemon said, giving her a playful look. "Maybe..."

At the dance the partners changed, Daemon was paired with a lady, while his sister was in the arms of another man, and then Daemon lost sight of them. He danced with the lady at his side and did his best to ignore the jealousy and resentment as he looked at Rowena dancing with another. He kept his calm and kept his mind focused on other things. After awhile Daemon had finished dancing and went to find Rowena again hoping she wasn't with that man still. He realized that his sister was no longer in the hall and he left the hall to look for her. After about ten minutes of searching, he entered a dark corridor and his blood boiled with what he saw. It was his sister Rowena kissing a knight, the knight's hand was holding her ass through her dress.

He angrily went towards them. "You whore!" He shouted and grabbed Rowena by the arm and pulled her to him, she was shaken by the momentary pull and didn't realize what had happened. "Daemon?" She didn't know what she was feeling, she knew Daemon wouldn't hurt her, but she had never seen him so angry. He was holding her arm so tight it hurt. "Is that what you do? Were you whoring while I was gone!? How many times?" He shake her even more and raised his voice even higher. "How many times? How many people touched you!?"

"Let go of me." She pulled her arm out of his hand, no fear in her voice or expression. Daemon grabbed her chin and pulled her to him. "I'll kill you, you filthy bitch." The knight grabbed Daemon's arm. "My prince-" Daemon's anger increased tenfold. He let go of Rowena and angrily turned to the knight and punched him in the face. The knight fell to the ground with blood on his face, daemon got on top of him and continued punching him, not letting him fight back. "Daemon stop!" Rowena grabbed her brother's arm but daemon pushed her to the ground. "You son of a-" Rowena angrily stood up and started walking quickly down the dark hallway. When Daemon saw his sister starting to leave, he got up and started to follow her. "Where do you think you're going?" She kept moving fast without stopping. She was aware that her brother was coming fast behind her. "To father. I'm going to tell him you're acting like a rabid dog." She said in angry tone

Daemon's didn't care what their father might say. "Father can suck my cock. Just wait until I tell the king that I found you getting fondled by a commoner!" he shouted, tightening his grip on her. "What would he say that, you whore?" He shouted at her. "Stop calling me whore!" She shouted back as she climbed the stairs. "Then stop acting like a whore!" Rowena quickly climbed the stairs and started to speed down the hallway to her room, she could still hear daemon coming up behind her, he was still yelling at her. She stormed into her room and slammed the door in Daemon's face. She locked the door and could hear the daemon pushing the doorknob. "Open the door, Rowena!" he yelled at her and started banging on the door. "Fuck off..." She paused for a second or two and then continued. "Bitch!" Daemon got even angrier. "I said open the fucking door! Or I'll break it!" Rowena didn't answer. When Daemon saw that she still didn't open the door, he kicked it. It didn't break immediately, so Daemon kicked it harder this time, the lock broke and the door swung open and the prince walked in. Rowena was shocked, she didn't think he would break the door. "What the fuck did you do?!" She pointed to the door. "You were lucky it was me! What if Dad saw you like that? Have you ever thought how he'd feel? Did you ever think how I-?" He said the last sentence with more anger but he couldn't finish it. "Why do I always have to think about the others? Why can't I do something for myself for once?" He approached her. Daemon pulled her close by one arm and grabbed her chin with the other, forcing her head to tilt up. He looked at her and the love and anger inside him were mixed together. He wanted to kiss her so badly, and he wanted to hurt her.

Rowena felt his warmth on her lips as she tried to break free from his tight arms. She stopped struggling as a feeling of surprise and relief washed over her body and she slowly closed her eyes to the feel of his warm lips. Daemon moved his hand, which was gripping her waist tightly, to the nape of her neck and pushed her against himself even more. He wanted to hurt her but even the feeling of hurting her made his blood run cold, he was fighting his own emotions inside him, anger, joy, desire, love, he didn't know what to do, he just kept kissing her. When they broke apart to catch their breath, Rowena looked at her brother's green eyes with her blue ones, the surprised expression on her face hiding the excitement she felt.

She freed her hand from daemon's grasp and without wasting a time she grabbed his cheek and brought him to her lips once more. This time it was more passionate, more aggressive, as if they felt like if they didn't hold each other tightly they would slip away. Daemon explored her mouth with his tongue, his excitement and desire growing more and more. Daemon wrapped his free hand tightly around her waist and guided her towards the table, refusing to let his lips escape hers. When Rowena felt the hard wooden table behind her she already knew where this was going but she didn't care, she let herself fall into his arms. Daemon's one hand went from her neck to her hair and started tugging at it, while his other hand had already found her breasts. He was squeezing and caressing them through the dress.

Daemon couldn't stand it any longer and brought both hands to the chest part of her dress, it was a good quality fabric but it split in half, unable to withstand Daemon's strong tugging. Now her perky breasts were fully exposed. Daemon pulled away from his sister's lips, his right hand stroking one breast and pinching her nipple, the other breast with his tongue and sharp teeth. His free hand was making sure to grab her small waist and pin her to the table. Rowena was filled with the painful pleasure of his bites and squeezes, little moans escaping her mouth as she tried to make it easier for the daemon by removing the gold bracelets from her arms, after removing two bracelets and throwing them on the floor, daemon used his hands to pull the dress off her shoulders and watched it fall to the floor. Now his little sister was naked in front of him. Daemon's smile grew wider as he felt his fat cock straining against his pants, his pants were even a little wet and his crotch was starting to hurt. After spending a few seconds looking at her naked body, he grabbed her again and sat her on the table, spreading her legs apart, feeling like a hound off its chain, running towards its prey, he placed his hands on her inner thighs and laughed when he felt the wetness running down her legs as he prepared to touch his lips to her sweet little cunt.

He looked at Rowena's face and smiled again at the look of impatience and desire on her face. "Come on..." She said in an impatient and quiet tone, ready to beg if Daemon rejected her. After Daemon looked at her one last time and chuckle cruelly, he knelt in front of the table and grabbed Rowena by the legs and pulled her a little closer to him. He spread her legs wide apart and brought his face close to her pussy and left a little kiss before he started, when he ran his thumb along her slit he shook off the thought of spitting on her pussy and wetting it, because it was wet enough. He spread the wetness all over her pussy with his fingers. "So wet for her brother..." He teased. He then parted its lips and began sucking her clit with his tongue and licking her little pussy. As soon as Daemon's tongue on her, she let out a huge sigh and leaned back against the table and closed her eyes. She couldn't stop moaning as Daemon slipped his tongue inside her tiny hole. While he was fucking her with his tongue, his hand was rapidly stroking her clit. The princess writhed with pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure she was feeling as Daemon inserted two fingers inside her. "So tight." He teased, his fingers moving quickly inside her as his tongue continued to suck her while he used his free hand to lower Rowena's aroused waist. Rowena's moans became louder. Rowena was digging her fingernails into the wooden table in pleasure, the table was covered in scratches. Daemon could feel she's close but he didn't want to end the night with his mouth.

His hand immediately went to his belt and started to unbuckle his pants, which were almost bursting with bulge, and he pulled them down. Rowena stared at her brother's fat and hard cock, wondering how it was going to fit in her. Daemon laughed when he saw the hesitation and slight fear on her face, he knew what she was thinking. He moved closer to her and ran his finger across her lips. "It will fit... it fit before." He pulled her to him again and laid her face down on the table. Rowena was on her toes, daemon stood behind her with her legs spread a little wider and slowly moved his cock into her cunt, preparing himself for her and getting his cock wet. A small moan escaped the princess's mouth as he forced his reddened head into her hole. She was very tight. After a little more hovering over the hole, daemon suddenly thrust his whole cock into her tight cunt. Rowena screamed and writhed in pain. "Shh calm down, it's alright..." He said trying to reassure her with a smile. Slowly he began to thrust in and out. As her pussy became accustomed to his cock he increased the speed even more. The princess's cries of pain turned into cries of pleasure. The prince was going so fast inside her that it was hard for her to breathe. The room was filled with their moans. They were sure they could be heard at the feast in the great hall. "Ye- Yes... faster" Rowena said in a shaky voice, panting. Daemon spread her thighs apart with both hands to get a better view of her pussy and gave her a smack. He hadn't felt like this in a long time, his sister was made for him, her hot little hole was meant for him to ruin.

The princess's legs were trembling, Daemon came out of her and in one swift motion lifted her off the table, spun her around, lifted one leg and thrust his cock back inside her. The fruit platter and wine on the table shaked. Rowena and Daemon were now face to face. She quickly unbuttoned and unpinned his shirt and threw it in a corner of the room. Daemon held her leg with one hand and ran his other hand through her hair, sweat pouring from both of them. "Will you ever come near my knights again?" Daemon asked between panting moans, not slowing. Rowena was in no position to answer, so she just shook. "That's what I thought..." Daemon picked her up and laid her down, they were both very close. The prince grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. "Don't take your eyes off me!" He ordered fiercely, and as much as Rowena tried to keep her eyes open, they were closing in pleasure. Daemon was still moving in and out as the orgasm finally hit her, he felt her tighten around him and without much delay he filled her pussy with his seed. He lay on top of her still inside. She ran her hands through his wet hair, they were still panting. After a while of just lying there in silence, Daemon went between her legs. He watched his seed dripping out of her and ran his tongue over her cunt one last time. "Ahh your taste just so good." He grinned at her, rowena smiled and beckoned him back into her arms. Daemon approached her again and lay down next to her as she put her head on his chest.

"Are you going to tell Daddy you gave me your little pussy?" He teased her, she smiled with a blush... "Do you remember our first night?" She looked up at him. Daemon's eyes were closed, but he wasn't sleeping. "How could I forget, you were screaming like always." He teased her again. "No, I wasn't..." Her cheeks were a little red but she was smiling, she didn't want this moment to end. She could lie naked on the floor with Daemon for eternity. Daemon giggled at her answer. "Yes you were..." Rowena sighed deeply and laid her head back on his chest. "We used to make love in our parents' side room so we wouldn't be overheard... We were so young..." She smiled sadly as she reminisced. Daemon was smiling too, he wouldn't have traded those moments for anything. "They were very loud." They laughed together. Rowena looked at her torn dress on the floor. "You know, I spent a lot of money on that dress." She looked up at the daemon. "I'll buy you a new one." Daemon said slowly as he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Yes you will." She said coquettishly and playfully. Their faces were so close daemon put his hand on her face and pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips to hers once more until the sound of their father's voice coming from the hallway. They got up from the floor and daemon quickly picked up his pants from the floor and started to put them on. Rowena grabbed the covers off the bed and wrapped them around her just as their father opened the door.

For a few seconds Baelon stared in bewilderment at the broken door, at the torn dress on the floor, at the jug of wine spilled on the table, at his half-naked son and his daughter covered with a blanket. He wanted to be angry but he was paralyzed, the room was deathly silent, no one was saying anything, only the sound of the wine dripping from the table onto the floor. To break the silence the princess looked at her father and spoke with a smile. "Hi dad..."

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[boydepartment]

“i love you in every universe.” with enhypen

a/n: arggggggghhhhhhhhhg minecraft music started playing so i’m a lil soft rn i’m sorry

warnings- none maybe slight angst for the most part fluff

wc- 100 words at least per member

MASTERLIST

jungwon- living mice

you and jungwon have been dating for quite awhile now, definitely longer than anyone thought you would. it wasn’t a fault to either of you, you were both busy all the time. when you had quiet moments with him like this, you cherished it. every second with him felt like you were floating. every soft breath you heard next to you, every small chuckle that fell from his lips, this was your own personal heaven on earth. you watched him scroll through his phone, probably on tiktok. you watched his reactions and how his teeth would peek out sometimes when he found something funny. he felt your eyes on him and so jungwon looked up at you. “y/n?” “hmm?” you smiled at him, getting up to walk over and sit next to him. “do you think we love eachother in every universe?” jungwon’s voice was quiet, your heart was screaming. “i do… i really do….”

heeseung- wet hands

when you first met heeseung, you thought he was exactly like his stage presence. so safe to say you steered clear of him. for months… little did you know he was secretly pining after you. he’d ask around about you, try to befriend your friends, it was honestly scaring him how much he just wanted to talk to you. when he finally did, you realized that his stage persona was kinda bologna. heeseung was a grade A dork who didn’t know how to speak to someone at all. it was the perfect example of he fell first but she fell harder. you ended up falling hard for heeseung. everything about him, even his stage presence. you stood by the door of your abode, heeseung’s uber was here and he had to head back to the dorms. it would be the last night you’d see him for a month. heeseung walked up to you and buried his head in your neck as he hugged you. “i’m going to miss you…” he mumbled, you smiled into his shoulder. “i know… you’ll be back home soon though..” heeseung pulled away and put his hat on you, his favorite beanie. “i love you.” you smiled up at him, adjusting the hat. “i love you more.” he was stalling, he really didn’t want to leave “i love you in every universe.” that made heeseung’s jaw drop. then he smiled at you. softly leaning in he kissed you like he never wanted to leave your side.

jay- dry hands

yours and jay’s relationship was grounded pretty quickly. you both knew what you wanted in this relationship and you both communicated that very well. when he was off work, you’d dance late at night in the kitchen, go on shopping trips, everything. you both were practically married mentally. one thing that a lot of people were not aware of, was that you’d go with them to different countries. mostly everyone just saw you as staff. so you got to tag along. it was a night in france and everyone had gone to sleep, jet lag hit you both and neither of you could join your friends in slumber. you and jay sat on the balcony sipping wine and watched as the city wound down. “all those people have separate lives than us…” you spoke softly, people watching. jay sipped his glass and set it down, “it’s crazy to think huh?” you looked at him, “it really is… i just hope they find as great of love as we have. although that would be difficult wouldn’t it?” you we’re tipsy and were sure hard to understand but jay understood you. “it would… because i love you in every universe.”

jake- cat

ever since you were young you were infatuated with romance movies. you always wanted your life to be one, you yearned for it. yet as you were growing up, you had terrible luck. so at some point… you just stopped looking. you let life rule you, and it was mundane and almost depressing. that was until someone spilled his entire hot ramen on you at 2am on a curb. jake apologized profusely and even took you to an urgent care, just to make sure you weren’t burned too badly. you weren’t mad at all in the slightest. he was charming in a way, and in your mind, the universe threw someone at you finally. to you, it was love at first sight. unbeknownst to you, it was for jake aswell. you didn’t find out about his work until you asked for his instagram and saw this barren sketchy account, when you asked, he broke down and told you everything. expecting you to be mad and to never want to talk to him again. you just smiled, you weren’t mad at all. you were just thankful to be around him. one night, something really bad happened. it caused you to spiral and not pay attention to anything. you ended up getting hurt and taking another trip to urgent care, which they immediately sent you to a hospital. you spent the night there, exhausted and not thinking. when jake finally got back in the country he was made aware of what happened and immediately rushed to you. instead of talking to the doctors and asking your state, he immediately jumped to conclusions and thought you were in a coma or something. he ended up at your side professing everything he had been too scared to tell you. “y/n i’ve always been in love with you ever since i met you. anytime i’m around you it feels right like my soul is at peace. i think- no i know… im meant to love you in every universe…” you were starting to wake up and you looked at him, “when did you get back?” you were dazed and kind of drugged up. “Y/N!” jakes eyes lit up as he looked at you and your eyes that were now open.

sunghoon- mall

sunghoon felt doomed. everything he did he felt he had to be perfect at. everything was a test to him. everything that represented him HAD to be perfect. he was caught in a loop. until he met you you were the opposite, things didn’t have to be perfect for you. if things were perfect then they could get ruined at any second. why would anyone want that constant fear? definitely not you. when you worked at a retail store sunghoon frequented, he didn’t pay attention to you at all. that was until he needed help with a clothing opinion. after that day you both hit it off. which led to sunghoon falling for your laugh and your urge to be outside of the box weird. your first date was NOT perfect, but sunghoon loved it anyways... you looked at the spill in your kitchen and started laughing, coffee splattered the cabinets and dripped off the countertop. sunghoon hearing you immediately rushed in, your mug broke aswell. your favorite mug. “my love what happened?” you were holding your stomach in laughter, “i broke it! i wasn’t looking where i was setting it!” you died down a bit and looked at the pieces, “i should go make a new mug next week.” you crouched down and sunghoon followed your lead, helping you clean up. he felt his heart smile, you being clumsy, and not perfect in the slightest made him love you. you taught him that things don’t have to be perfect to love. all that mattered to him was you being yourself. “do you think i’m clumsy in every universe?” you nudged him after cleaning. sunghoon chuckled, “i don’t know… but i do know i love you in every universe.”

sunoo- mice on venus

you were never overly confident in yourself. always picking apart insecurities and sighing everytime you saw a mirror. your appearance and how people saw you stressed you out heavily. that only got worse when you met sunoo. sunoo was absolutely perfect in your eyes, even his “flaws” that other people said he had, you didn’t see. you loved him for who he was. his smile, the way he’d laugh. everything. when he confessed to you, safe to say you were in shock. it scared you a bit, as your confidence was being tested. you both had a couple months of dating and you still couldn’t help but ask him. “are you sure….?” sunoo looked at you funny and tilted his head to the side, “of course i’m sure. i’ve always liked you.” sunoo rolled over and pulled you closer to him, “i’ve always thought you were perfect for me. every part of you.” he whispered. your eyes welded up with tears and you covered your face, “i don’t know sometimes i just don’t feel like i’m deserving of that.” sunoo’s face dropped, “baby… you are… in fact in every universe you are deserving of love. i’m grateful that it’s my love to give you. if anything i don’t deserve that honor…” you looked up at him, “you promise?” he pecked your lips softly and nodded, “i promise.”

riki- subwoofer lullaby

the way you met riki was embarrassing, severely embarrassing. a few months prior you went to a fansign and then next thing you knew you were stood frozen in front of him at a bookstore. “i recognize you.” he chuckled to himself, then walked away. after that instance, your paths would cross more often than not. at some point he assumed you were stalking him, until he started showing up to places you were already at. then he felt weird because what if he was stalking you accidentally? “give me your phone… please…” he shuffled awkwardly in front of you. you handed it over almost instantly and that’s how you both started showing up to places together. instead of being freaked out by the other one. after that day you were inseparable. you would bring food and water to him during late night practices. and soon the relationship grew into more, and he would look forward to your visits to his workplace. he was proud to say his girlfriend was coming over to take care of him. one night you were headed over, you couldn’t sleep and riki gave you the okay to come over. your bag was filled with snacks and drinks for him. you knew he was always too hard on himself and sometimes it hurt your heart to see him like that. you can imagine the feeling in your stomach when you walked into the practice room to him with his head in his hands leaned against the wall. you shut the door quickly and rushed over. sliding to sit next to him. “hey…” you mumbled putting your hand on his shoulder. riki immediately caved and hugged you. trying to calm himself down. “stressed?” all he did was nod. you took a deep breath and rubbed his back softly, “i’m really proud of you yaknow… i think that what you’ve accomplished in such a short span of time is incredible….” you noticed his breathing started to become more normal so you continued, “i’m really proud to say i love you. and i’m really proud to say that i love you in every universe.” your hands went to his hair, once again trying to calm him down. “i love you too…” he mumbled, “also in every universe…”

[l0v3tast3]

can we have more hcs w young!reader :o they were so cute, do u think you could write like sparring w them or something, ty!!

✎ of course omggg <3 i love this concept whenever i see anyone else write this kind of thing with platonic young reader i eat that shit up !!! also merry christmas and happy last day of hannukah to all who celebrate!!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, written with 19 y/o reader in mind, all platonic relationships, fluff, young!reader is stereotypical gen z kinda, this is probably the most light-hearted thing i've ever written but there's separate angst at the end because i can't stop myself, as usual it's not really proofread

♡ so of course it takes awhile for you to come out of your shell around the rest of the 141. the previously youngest one of the group, kyle, is 7 whole years older than you, so it's a bit awkward at first.

♡ but once you're comfortable around them, you let your guard down a little and start letting your "regular" personality show instead of the "work" one. this involves bouncing-off-the-walls levels of energy and constant jokes and references that only kyle gets, and that's only sometimes. the other three guys just exchange a look and move on.

♡ you're constantly doing little dances and just fidgeting around, playing with anything you can get your hands on and always bouncing a leg (also never actually sitting like a normal person, price doesn't understand how you're comfortable most of the time). once, when it was just you and soap, you taught him a dance he thought looked fun, but made you promise to never tell anyone else. you told ghost as soon as you saw him next, and that was the first time you ever saw ghost smile (under the mask, of course, but you could tell).

♡ you don't really respect the more "arbitrary" boundaries; you would randomly take food off of the other guy's plates without asking and you always had to be invading someone's personal space. after lots of scolding and you acting like they were denying you a fundamental human right, they learned that it really was easier to just accept it and give up. you don't take food from ghost's plate, because you may be a little dumb sometimes but you aren't stupid. sometimes he shoves his leftovers in your direction if he notices you aren't eating as much that day.

♡ when you aren't terrorizing one of the 141 members, they keep an eye on you while you focus on whatever your latest interest is with an intensity that they'd only expect from you on actual life-or-death missions. it always causes soap some actual concern for you, but you just think it's because he can't sit still, ever.

♡ once, after you had all returned from a mission, you went into your room to shower, came out, got something to eat, then went into your room and proceeded to spend the next 3 days completing the newest pokemon game. full pokedex, awesome outfit, full level 100 team, you had it all, and you proudly shoved the switch screen in their faces to show them your achievements once you deemed yourself done. they learned you were a perfectionist pretty early on, while they took turns checking on you every few hours.

♡ you'll do the thing of casually dropping something horrible that happened to you into a conversation, as if it was just some silly thing that happened the other day. they all just kind of do a double take, because none of them actually talk about that stuff. you just look up from whatever app you were absently fiddling with on your phone and wonder why everyone went quiet; they just move on, as usual.

૮ ’• ˕ •` ა here, have some sparring headcanons now!

♡ when you and ghost sparred for the first time, you swore up and down he was out to break every bone in your body. he told price that it was the easiest he'd went on a recruit in years (he did also say you did much better than he expected). despite your complaints, you got back up every single time he knocked you on your ass, and you quickly adapted to the way ghost fought. you still didn't win a single round, but that was more of a him-being-really-big thing.

♡ soap only goes easy enough on you to not break any bones, but it doesn't take much to get him fired up, and sparring is no exception. you spend the entire session on the defensive, just trying to keep yourself all intact. you always lecture him that you aren't the actual goddamn enemy before you spar with him now while he rolls his eyes and says you're being dramatic.

♡ kyle claims he isn't going easy on you but everyone knows he is. he can't help it; usually he doesn't care that much when he accidentally actually hurts someone when sparring, but the thought of leaving a scar on you rubs him the wrong way. he doesn't ever tell anyone this, but everyone sees how he always acts like an older brother to you.

♡ you only actually spar with price once, mostly as a joke, after you're all more acquainted. you're acting all cocky, basically just saying he's old and you'll put him in the retirement home a couple years early. you're on your back in less than five seconds with him looking down at you, a loud laugh booming out of his chest.

♡ one time, ghost must have been sick or something, because the match ended with you making what would have been the killing blow in a real fight. you had stared in amazement at your achievement, then started yelling at the other guys to ask if they had seen what you had done. ghost let you have your victory, finding your astronomical excitement funny (on the inside, of course).

♡ kyle is your easiest target. usually he doesn't even want to spar with you anymore, because he knows you'll probably end up throwing him to the ground with your full strength and saying you don't need to go easy on him, he's a grown ass man. you've mastered how to use his weight against him, and he knows it. he also knows the look you get when you're walking up to him to ask to spar, and at this point he just points you to soap or ghost and shoos you away. one time he actually said "go on, git!" to you; his british accent made it much more funny than he had intended.

♡ fighting against soap kind of has 50-50 odds of you winning. if you're not afraid to start bleeding in multiple areas that day, you'll most likely be able to pin him. if you don't feel really like it, then you pretty much just have to run away. your before-sparring lecture for him eventually gets accompanied by an after-sparring lecture from you while he helps you put band-aids on the new cuts and scrapes.

₍ᐢ.᎔.ᐢ₎ okay a couple angsty ones because i can't help it,,,

♡ price knows how young you are, and you know he does without him having to tell you, because sometimes you catch him looking at you with sad eyes that see a lot more than you do. usually, if the conditions are just right, you're all for attempting to get the team members to open up to you, but this is what you and price don't talk about. instead, you tell him not to worry, that you'll at least outlive him.

♡ they're all waiting for that one day that, on one of their missions, you'll see something or have to do something that you won't come back from, because it's inevitable in this line of work. but you find a way to smile, even after the worst days, and you always say it's because someone has to.

[marvelobsessed134]

The basics

This is part of the Delicate Flower series

Pairings: Seb!Tommy Lee x Fem!Innocent!Reader x Lily!Pamela Anderson

Warnings: mentions of smut, mommy and daddy kinks.

Summary: Essentially headcannons about how you met them and your dynamic

You met Pamela and Tommy at a club believe it or not. Your ‘friends’ had dragged you there and you weren’t interested at all. They noticed the way you sat alone in your pink dress that reached your knees.

“Mind if we sit here?” Pamela asked. You looked up to see two of your favorite people. “Holy cow, you’re Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee! I- I’m a big fan of both of you guys.”

Tommy chuckled, “Glad to hear it.” The actress and drummer both sat down without your consent but you weren’t complaining.

“So, why are you all alone?” The blonde asked in a sympathetic tone. “Oh, well my friends who aren’t really my friends brought me here but I don’t even like this kind of stuff. I prefer to read and stay in the house with my cat.”

And did they love that response. They wanted to add a third in their relationship for awhile, wanted a girl who was quiet, shy and meek. Since Tommy is a dom and Pam is a switch, they needed someone submissive. And they found you.

That night you ended up dancing in between the two of them, hidden away from lurking eyes.

A few weeks later they convinced you to move into their Malibu mansion. Along with your cat, Lucy, of course.

All three of you sleep in the big bed together. Usually it’s you in the middle but sometimes Tommy’s in the middle.

They’re both very protective of you especially out in public. To the public eye you’re just a very close friend.

During sex you call them both mommy and daddy since you all share pretty much the same kinks.

You help clean up around the house and feed the animals (your cat and their dog, Star)

You’re basically just their live in girlfriend

But you love it and so do they.

Pamela likes to finger you a lot, she loves the feeling of your tight little pussy clenching around her fingers.

Tommy of course loves receiving head from you and loves to fuck you from behind.

He likes when you ride him while Pamela sits on his face and vice versa

He just likes to have both of his girls at once

The three of you like to have movie nights all snuggled up on the couch with blankets and snacks.

You’re just their spoiled princess

Pamela always buys you the last est fashion trends. Tommy likes to buy you lingerie and silly gag gifts

All in all, you’re happy to have found two people who love you.

[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

🦅Russell Adler Headcanons

{Author's Note} Since I'm literally obsessed with this man, I thought I'd post my headcanons for him. All of these are based off of his canon backstory and character with bits of my own speculation thrown in so nothing should be too out of left field here. I may end up posting more of my thoughts on him soon so we shall see. Hope y'all like it and I'd love to hear what you think, as well as any headcanons you guys might have! Tagging @littlemissclandestine for this since she's an Adler fan. Let me know if I did this man justice lol🤭

‼️Content Warning: swearing, suggestive themes‼️

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-Badass asshole

-Takes awhile for him to soften enough to really love someone

-Flirtatious jerk when he has a crush

-Shows he cares through small actions that can be hard to notice, as well as vague, rather backhanded compliments

-Shamelessly stares from behind those glasses of his

-Thinks it’s really cute when you wear his shades but would never admit it

-Stylish with heavy 70s influence

-Probably modeled for a male fashion magazine at some point LMAO

-Definitely knows how to dance

-Seems like the type to meme a bit on British people (specifically Park lol)

-Very sarcastic, sometimes to the point that you don’t realize he’s actually joking because he's always so monotone

-Secretly loves Belgian waffles (this is a reference to that one Bruce Thomas TikTok lol)

-Has a soft spot for the Beach Boys (I mean, look at that 🎶bushy, bushy blonde hairdo🎶 of his)

-Since so many people have asked and teased him about it (I see y'all in the fandom and I will not accept this slander lol) -> his hair isn’t fake, it’s actually pretty soft, very bouncy, he likes styling it

-Very particular about his appearance as it is one of the few things that he can truly control

-Prefers cats over dogs

-Can get obsessive about certain things and lose himself to them (i.e. his search for Perseus) -> Mason quote: “He spent so long searching for Perseus, he didn’t notice when he lost himself.”

-Still struggles with PTSD from his time in Vietnam, which, alongside his obsession with finding Perseus, is what led to his divorce

-Carries a lot of guilt and regret that he doesn’t like to acknowledge

-Started smoking to cope with the trauma of war, now has a nicotine addiction; when he’s really stressed, he chain smokes like a chimney

-Gets restless if he doesn’t have a cigarette

-Doesn’t sleep well and when he does, he usually wakes up every few hours

-Scars - Shrapnel? Abuse? Torture? Animal attack? No one knows and he’ll never tell

-Kiss or trace those scars and he WILL melt

-Difficult for him to let his guard down

-Has a tendency to isolate himself -> Mason quote: "You were never alone, Adler. Only in your own stubborn head."

-Always wearing those damn glasses cuz STYLE but also to hide his eyes to remain as a sort of blank, emotionless slate to other people

-Absent parents who never showed him real love or support as he grew up so he struggles to do the same for others -> they were the reason he joined the army as soon as he turned 18

-When it comes to cuddling, he loves holding you against his chest and running his fingers along your arm, cheek, or through your hair; small but intimate actions like that are his favorite

-Doesn’t like to show emotions at all, even during more intimate moments; he needs some coaxing to relax in that way, which takes time

NSFW Below👇🏻 (it's really not too bad tho)

-Sit on his lap👀

-Will pin your wrists during the sexy times🫣

-EDGING & OVERSTIMULATION

-After his divorce, he's tended to view sex as more of a transaction where both parties are fulfilling needs for each other so he'd be selfish at first but as your relationship progresses, he'd become far more generous

[rd0265667]

Hanni x Reader: Where the River takes you

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon@justme-idle

"Deep breaths babe." Hanni whispered, her hand over yours, pressing your hand down slightly in an attempt to center you.

"What if I messed this one up too Han, like the first one?" You whispered, head laying on Hanni's shoulder. "You're going to be just fine babe, don't worry." Hanni's voice was just like her namesake, smooth and soothing, and it held you down amidst your worries and fears. Your attention was then drawn by your principal, standing atop the school stage as he began to address the student body. "Good Afternoon Students, it's been awhile since I last spoke to you all." The principal began a speech, droning on as you began to ignore his speech, head down as you tried to calm down. Seeing you tense in your seat, Hanni squeezed your hand, a concerned look on her face. "And now, the fruits of your labours. Please turn to your civics tutors, who will be handing you your result slips." Finally, the principal's speech had ended, and now, time to face the music, as it were. Hanni nudged you, pulling you back to the present. Cupping your face in her hand, she gave you a reassuring smile, leaning in to give you a light kiss on the forehead, prompting you to return a light smile, before getting up from your seat. This was it. You walked to your civics tutor, someone you considered a good friend, Mr William, a big smile you had grown accustomed to adorned his face. Noticing your shaking hands, he put his hand on your shoulder, a smile as he reassured you. "You did great kid. I'm proud of you." He said, handing you your result slip. Returning the smile, you took the folder with the result slip, walking to join Hanni at a rather unpopulated corner of the auditorium Opening the folder, you glanced at your results, face unmoving. Opposite to you, Hanni tried to analyse your facial expressions, but to no avail. You dug into your bag, digging around frantically, before finally fishing your phone out. After a few swipes, your shoulder drooped, head looking to the ceiling in an expression that Hanni could only categorise as despair. "I'm going to need a minute alone." You whispered, putting the folder in Hanni's hands before rushing off. Curious, Hanni peeled the folder back, glancing at the results, causing her confusion to compound twofold. Slotting the folder into her bag, she ran out of the auditorium, going to the spot she knew you to be. However, she had to stop somewhere first.

Knocking the door to your old classroom, Hanni peeked in, seeing you with your head buried in your hands, shoulders heaving up and down. Hanni stood there in shock, the two of you had been dating for a few years, but Hanni had never seen you like this before. Whenever Hanni was overwhelmed from exams, or exhausted after hours and hours of dance training, when she was on the verge of breaking down, you were always there, like a rock grounded amidst the raging current of life. Now the roles were reversed, for the first time, you were the one crying, not Hanni. So, it was Hanni's turn to be the rock, the same way you were hers. Approaching you from the back, Mr William's words rang in her head once again, and Hanni knew he was right. You had to be in the top 10 percentile of the school. What was wrong? But to her, none of that mattered. Your grades didn't matter to her, how you did didn't matter to her. As silent as she could, Hanni got to your side, setting down a cup of hot chocolate, marshmallows bobbing up and down once the cup clicked onto the ground. Now aware of Hanni's presence, you quickly moved your hand to wipe your blood shot eyes. Hanni's hand caught your wrist, concern evident. She lightly shifted the cup a little closer to you, before she reached her hand across your face, a gentle smile on her face, lightly cupping your face then running her hair through your hair. "It's okay my love. I'm here for you. Just, break, alright? It's okay to break, I'll be here." As if waiting for permission, once you heard those words, you buried your face into her shoulder, Hanni initially taken aback, but quickly wrapping her hands around you, a gentle but firm hold to calm you, lightly patting you on the back as she whispered sweet nothings, reassuring you that she was there, and that it was going to be okay. When you retreated from the secure comfort that was Hanni, she smiled, picking up the cup and handing it to you. You gingerly took the cup, trying to supress a hiccup, then sipping the hot beverage, slowing your breath to a steady pace.

"Can you tell me what's wrong babe?" Hanni asked, hazel brown eyes peering into yours. You unlocked your phone, then sliding it to Hanni. In a glance, Hanni realised what happened. "I wasn't good enough. I just can't believe I let it happen again." You whispered, the tone of self loathing and despair breaking Hanni's heart. Your grades were good, great even, but they fell short. As if a curse that had befallen you, you always had a habit of underperforming during national exams. Your preliminary grades were always good enough to go to the best schools, your target school, but when it came to national exams, well, that was another story. "Babe, remember what you told me when we first met?" Hanni asked, pulling you in. "How I wasn't supposed to meet you, but I was happy that I did?" You chuckled, remembering how awkward you were with her. "Yeh. You didn't do the greatest for the first national exams, and did the world end? No. But what happens?" Hanni playfully shook you "I met you." You whispered with a small smile. "That's right. You told me that you didn't regret any of it, and you shouldn't! I know you tried your best, because after you tucked me into bed at night, you'd stayed up studying, and you'd put in your all for every single exam that you did." Hanni ran her fingers through your hair once again, before she lowered her hand to your chin, raising your head up as she looked lovingly into your eyes. "Sure, sometimes things don't go the way we want it, maybe we don't get what we initially wanted, but it's not a stop, it's just a detour, and maybe you'll find some gems along the way, present company included." Hanni said with a proud smirk, causing you to laugh, playfully elbowing her. "Keep it down Pham Mario." Rolling her eyes, Hanni continued. "So, L/N Peach, trust in how it all goes. You do your best, and that's enough. You're one of the most capable people I know, and if anyone can handle whatever curveballs the world throws at you, it's you, my love. So, just grow as we go, and go where the River takes you. And through all of it, know that no matter what happens, I'll be right by your side in that river, in the same boat, rowing along with you." Tears forming in your eyes once again, you smiled, leaning down and giving Hanni a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Thank you mi vida."

Walking out of the classroom, Hanni leaned into your chest, your larger stature providing her security and comfort. "Wait, Han." You said, a devious idea popping into you head. "Hmm?" Hanni hummed in response. "So if I go where the river takes me, does it mean I'm going to go somewhere else, and find someone else?" You teased, as Hanni's face soured, pulling away from you and glared at you. "Watch yourself, I might be small, but all that means is that I'm closer to hell, and a hell of a lot more dangerous where ankles are involved." Hanni shot back, causing you to laugh heartily. Hanni always had that effect on you. "Don't worry, Han, I'm yours, and you're mine. We'll row together alright?" You reassured, as Hanni smiled, then diving into you again.

[simpforboys]

just thinking about you

jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

summary: seeing your ex happy with someone else doesn’t feel great, but when you’ve both moved on, you come to terms.

warnings: angst, lovers to acquaintances, they still love each other, swearing, right person wrong time trope

i think this is the prettiest piece i’ve ever written, so lmk what you think!

based on little freak by harry styles

the guilty feeling that resided deep in your stomach as you changed into a sundress was something you couldn’t shake.

the dress was navy blue as you wore a gold necklace, strapped sandals on your feet as you slipped on your bracelets.

mr and mrs carrera had invited you and your family to celebrate the anniversary of the wreck.

a nice boy named hunter had asked if you wanted to go with him, and you reluctantly accepted.

he was tall, brunette, with a big nose, so surely you were attracted to him, right?

but then why did you feel underlying guilt?

you hadn’t seen sarah, kiara, or any of the pogues in awhile. so when you walked into the party on hunter’s arm, sarah and kiara quickly ran over to you.

“i missed you so much.” they whispered in your ear, hugging you tightly.

“you need to tell me everything. where did you guys go? i thought you died.” you joked.

kiara’s eyes left you and looked at hunter. the man licked his lips nervously, taking his arm out of yours.

“i’ll be over there.” hunter dismissed himself to where topper was.

“why are you here with him?” kiara asked, disgust written on her face.

“he asked me,” you shrugged.

“jj isn’t going to like that.” sarah raised her eyebrows.

“jj and i are broken up. we have been for awhile.” your voice was laced with sadness as you grabbed a shot from a caterer.

sarah and kiara shared a look.

“now, you two better get talking.”

➽─────────────────❥

as the night went on you found yourself trying to avoid hunter, much like how sarah was avoiding topper.

“i shouldn’t have came here with him-“

you were cut off by kie kicking your shin. you turned around to see hunter approaching, his green eyes glowing in the lantern light.

“wanna dance?” he asked.

you bit the inside of your cheek, already on your fourth shot. you nodded, taking his hand as you felt sarah and kiara’s eyes on you.

“she’s so fucked,” kiara whispered to sarah.

you put your arms around hunter’s waist, closing your eyes as you leaned against his shoulder.

he smelt like louis vutton cologne, much different from jj’s infinity cologne he swiped from a store.

hunter’s hands were placed on your hips, the skin softer than jj’s calloused ones.

and as you swayed with hunter, your mind played dangerous tricks as you imagined it was jj with you. a tear trickled down your cheek.

a relationship that was taken too fast by stupid teenagers trapped in a world of danger, they missed the little things.

the little things that induced happiness instead of sorrow, gave life to death, light to dark.

you were always so bright, seeing the good in things that were pure evil to jj. your delicate view on things made him change perspective, and it was one of the things he loved about you.

and jj’s world went dark as he saw you leaning on hunter. his heart shattered in his chest, but in true jj fashion, he tried to push it aside and focus on the mission.

you were so trapped in your imagination, you didn’t notice john b had shown up to the party until you felt hunter pull you aside quickly.

“no hard feelings, bro.” you saw topper say to the man who tried to leave.

your gaze narrowed as john b turned around, punching topper in the nose. the cracking noise that was heard made chills run down your body as topper laid out cold on the wooden floor.

hunter went to pull john b off of topper, but jj was quick to push hunter back.

“don’t touch him!” he shouted, anger coursing in his veins. first, hunter had touched you, jj’s world. then, he touched his best friend. it took everything in him not to beat the man’s face in.

“get out!” mike shouted.

jj shrugged mike off as he grabbed john b from topper, your heart pounding in your chest.

the next second happened too quick as jj turned around, punching hunter in the jaw.

you gasped, hand over your mouth as jj looked at you. your normal glowing self was dim, eyes glazed with tears. all jj wanted to do was run over and scoop you up and promise you everything would be alright, but he couldn’t.

jj and john b walked on the dock as you ran over to where sarah was, tears pouring from her eyes as john b stared back at her.

you hadn’t noticed your lip trembling until a tear dropped off your cheek and onto your chest.

and jj never stopped looking at you until the boat left the dock and you became out of sight.

the devastated look on your face burned into his memory, connecting with the one he left you with the night he broke up with you.

the look he thought about every day, never wanting to see you so broken ever again. and maybe that’s why jj left, because he knew he would only break you until you were left shattered like him.

he didn't want you to waste your life on him, a pogue with nothing, while you had everything. he just never realized that your everything was him, and you never knew until you were left with the mere memory of his touch, thoughts, and self.

jj wiped away the tears from his eyes as he clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning purple as he observed the color.

“what the fuck are we doing with our lives, john b?”

and as you stood on the dock under the moonlight, the guilt you had felt all night finally coming to light, you stared out into the water. you stood where the they had tied their boat, ready to leave out on another great adventure.

the realization that at the end of the day, you didn't belong to him anymore, and he was off seeing the world on a quest that left you stuck on kildare.

all you could do was think of him, the legacy he had on your life, and hope that one day, he'll come back to you.

[lurkingshan]

A Time Called You: A Great Reminder to Go Watch Someday or One Day 

This past weekend Netflix dropped a new kdrama called A Time Called You in its entirety, and I became particularly interested in watching it as soon as I realized what it was: the Korean remake of Someday or One Day I knew had been in the works for awhile. If you’re not familiar, Someday or One Day (SOOD) is a beloved 2019 Taiwanese drama that is widely considered to be among the best dramas the country has ever produced (there is also a 2022 film version of the story, but that’s less relevant to this post). Now, I love Korean dramas, and I know that countries remaking each other’s best shit is very common in the Asian media landscape, but I couldn’t help but feel protective of the original work and a bit resentful of the choice to adapt something that was so original and unique and specific and put that generic kdrama sheen on it. Taiwan has a small film industry, and this is one of its jewels. We didn’t need Korea’s take on it.

And having watched the adaptation in full now, I am feeling pretty justified in that initial feeling. Let me just say upfront: A Time Called You (ATCY) is a perfectly good drama with a solid cast and competent storytelling. Had I seen it absent the knowledge of what it was adapting, I probably would have liked it a lot. But I have already seen and loved Someday or One Day, so I feel compelled to break down why it is the better version of this tale, both for my fellow SOOD devotees who are wondering how this adaptation stacks up and for folks who have only seen the kdrama in the hopes that you’ll decide to watch the original. As usual, I did the most, so reader be advised that this is long (tagging @troubled-mind as promised and @smittenskitten because I saw you were looking for a comparison of the two dramas). TL; DR: if you liked ATCY, or have seen neither version and are wondering which to watch: go find Someday or One Day, because it’s an overall superior and more satisfying execution of the same story.

The Vibe

Let’s start here because it’s the most obvious and immediately striking thing as someone who has seen both versions. SOOD has a bit of a rough and unpolished feel, which makes it feel more grounded in reality (important when you are getting into fantasy elements like time travel but you still want the characters to feel like real people). We open our story in 1998 in a record shop with a young girl playing Last Dance by Wu Bai and China Blue, a 1996 mando pop rock ballad, and thus setting the tone—this will be a somewhat raw and bittersweet story about grief and hurt and longing that will invite us to wallow in our feelings. And that melancholic vibe stays throughout the drama, even in the explicitly happy scenes, because you are always aware that the joy you are seeing has already been lost. 

By contrast, ATCY feels… emotionally flat. Don’t get me wrong, it is a very faithful adaptation. The early episodes are practically a shot for shot remake of the original drama. But it’s too polished, too shiny. The filmmaking is bog standard kdrama fare; everything is soft focus and warmly lit and too beautiful and consequently nothing feels real. It feels right in line with the standard aesthetics of recent mainstream Korean dramas, and that choice undermines the emotional weight and grit of this story.

A great example of this can be seen in the way the two dramas handle the iconic scene where our female lead runs in the rain, looking back over her shoulder to smile in delight at the male lead before continuing on her way. This is a moment of realization for him about his feelings for her—one he will later immortalize in a painting that becomes part of the mystery of the past she is trying to unravel. In Someday or One Day, this scene takes place on a regular street, in the utterly mundane surroundings of their everyday lives as they walk home, and she runs down the middle of the road as puddles gather in the uneven pavement; in A Time Called Love, they are in a picturesque park for this scene, surrounded by green and encased within a grove of giant trees, and she runs right down the middle of a tree lane that looks like it came straight out of a fairytale. One story is very much about a love grounded in a reality we can recognize; the other is pure fantasy romance.

The Music 

I already mentioned the song that anchors the Taiwanese drama above. Last Dance is hugely important to the story, both thematically and as a plot device, and in its ability to set the mood and tone of the drama. 

The Korean remake similarly uses a real 1996 ballad as its main song and time travel mechanism: With My Tears by Seo Ji Won. And, uh, the vibe is a bit different. 

Discerning listeners might recognize this as one of the many classic love ballads performed by our favorite doctors by day, rock stars by night over on Hospital Playlist. It’s a perfectly fine song. But it sets quite a different tone for our story, doesn’t it? It also is meant to be a song that a teenage boy is hankering to listen to on cassette, and listen, I wasn’t living in Korea in 1996. I have no idea how culturally accurate that may be. I’m sure there were in fact baby Lee Ik Juns running around trying to get their hands on this cheesy love song. But the edgier sound of Last Dance definitely sounds more in line with something the teenage male lead would listen to and what the music is meant to convey. And frankly, since we hear this song about 30 times in the drama, it matters that Last Dance is just an objectively better song. 

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg, because beyond the classic song each version chose to use as its centerpiece, there is also a stark difference in the quality and tone of each drama’s OSTs. Here is a compilation of the Someday or One Day tracks, including the utterly gorgeous main theme by Shi Shi. The music is hugely important in the Taiwanese drama and is used to set the mood as well as emphasize its themes, and the tracks feel specific to this story.

And here is a compilation of A Time Called You OSTs.

If you’re familiar with kdrama OSTs, you will recognize most of the artists on here, as well as some new covers of old songs. And again, the vibes are quite different. Whereas SOOD was very intentional and specific in its music choices, ATCY just sounds like every other kdrama. There is nothing on this tracklist that stands out or evokes the kind of feeling that the SOOD tracks do.

The Main Couple

The name and timeline situation in this show makes this section unnecessarily difficult, so let me just make a little reference sheet here: 

Someday or One Day

Alice Ke plays Yu Xuan (2019) and Yun Ru (1998)

Greg Hsu plays Quan Sheng (2019) and Zi Wei (1998)

A Time Called You

Jeon Yeo Been plays Jun Hee (2023) and Min Yu (1998)

Ahn Hyo Seop plays Yeun Jun (2023) and Si Heon (1998)

All of the actors here are seasoned and very good at their jobs, so I am not casting shade on any of them—they are executing their performances based on writing and directorial choices. But I cannot deny that the Taiwanese version of these characters are more compelling all around. In SOOD, the main characters have a real spark; despite the melancholic undertone of the story, there are moments of genuine joy and when they connect with each other, you feel why this bond is strong enough for them to find each other through time and despite all the trauma they endure. In ATCY, however, the characterizations are muted.

This is most evident in the difference between Quan Sheng/Zi Wei and Yeon Jun/Si Heon. Greg Hsu plays Zi Wei as magnetic, playful, mischievous, utterly lovable, and very intense about his feelings for his lady. He has a real joie de vivre about him that clearly brightens up Yu Xuan’s life considerably, and his devotion to her is not just shown, but deeply felt. Experiencing their memories, you understand immediately why Yu Xuan can’t move on from his death; he was the joyful, relaxed counterpoint to her more ambitious and serious personality. Si Heon, though? He is a nice dude and a generous partner and he is very good looking. But he doesn’t have the playfulness or the intensity that his Taiwanese counterpart does. His personality is just more moderate all around. One great example of this: upon discovering that he has traveled forward into the body of the person that would become Yu Xuan/Jun Hee’s boyfriend, Zi Wei (in Quan Sheng’s body now, are you still with me?) actively decides to find her, love her, and try to solve this time loop quagmire they are in; Si Heon (in Yeon Jun’s body) waits for a moment of fate to give him a sign, and only makes the decision to pursue Jun Hee after running into her by coincidence.

Similarly, Jun Hee is not quite as spunky and sassy as Yu Xuan and Min Yu is not as dark and awkward as Yun Ru; when Jun Hee travels to the past and takes up residence in Min Yu’s body, the differences between the two characters she is playing are not as evident. In SOOD, I could tell at a glance who is in Yun Ru’s body; in ATCY I need more context to be sure. Where Yun Ru had more of an edge, Min Yu simply reads very shy. It’s not as compelling. One scene that really stands out as an example of this: when Yun Ru is pretending to be Yu Xuan in 1998 and looks in the mirror to practice smiling, it looks downright creepy and sinister; when Min Yu is masquerading as Jun Hee and looks at herself in the mirror, she just looks awed and happy, if a bit awkward. It’s subtle, but it changes the way you feel about the characters. 

The difference in Jun Hee and Yeon Jun’s characterization also affects the couple chemistry, which is just not nearly as strong in ATCY. The characters are more muted and thus the expected sparks are more like smoldering embers. The relationship feels cozy and warm and nurturing, but it doesn’t feel vital. It doesn’t feel like the kind of relationship you would fight through time or break the rules of the universe to return to. I recall gasping or crying or laughing out loud throughout SOOD because I was constantly taken aback by Greg Hsu’s arresting presence and the chemistry he and Alice Ke generated was just emotionally riveting. When Yu Xuan told Zi Wei (as Quan Sheng) that they were officially together, that man literally jumped for joy and shouted out his love for her; Si Heon (as Yeon Jun) reacts to the same moment with a quiet smile and a hug. When Zi Wei saw Yu Xuan in Yun Ru’s body again in the finale, he knew instantly that it was her and the smile overtook his face as he reached for her; Si Heon initially called Min Ju’s name before getting closer and taking several beats to realize it was Jun Hee (ruining this iconic moment is perhaps this remake’s greatest sin against romance, my god). 

Everything between the couple in SOOD was just more, both in happiness and in despair. I liked Jun Hee and Si Heon, and Ahn Hyo Seop and Jeon Yeo Been are very competent actors whose performances I have loved in other dramas, but they didn’t achieve that level of chemistry here, the writing and directing choices worked against them, and I didn’t feel that same desperation for them to figure this out that I did with Yu Xuan and Zi Wei. 

The Story 

The Korean version is a very faithful adaptation overall (I haven’t mentioned Jun Jie and In Gyuk because his character and story is more consistent across the two shows), but does make some small tweaks to the story, some of which seem to be out of necessity due to a shorter run time (one episode and a couple hours total less than the Taiwanese original) and some just… because? The shorter amount of story time does lead to them having to cut corners on some aspects of the mythology and time travel lore, making it all a bit less clear for folks who don’t already understand what’s going on, and they put in a few nods to typical kdrama tropes like amusement park dates and hand of fate stuff that we really didn’t need—they are already trapped in a time loop together, we get it!

ATCY also messed with the timelines and ages for reasons I don’t really understand and that don’t really track. In SOOD, Zi Wei traveled forward from 2002 to Quan Sheng’s body in 2010, met Yu Xuan, and then died in 2018. In ATCY, Si Heon traveled forward from 2002 only to 2007 and did not die until 2022—but the relationship dynamics are all the same. It made sense for a young couple who had been together about 7 years and who were in their mid-20s to be having the kind of relationship problems they did—fighting about prioritizing careers and time abroad and whether it was time to get married. But a couple who has been together nearly 15 years? Who are in their mid-30s? They would have already been married probably and had a couple kids to boot. The choice to change the timeline like this had me scratching my head and accomplished nothing for the story. 

But neither of those things are the change to the story that is weighing on me most. That occurs in a very small and brief backstory for the real Yeon Jun, where the drama introduces an original character who has no counterpart in SOOD: Tae Ha. 

In SOOD, the real Quan Sheng is a closeted gay teenager who meets a tragic end: he confesses to his crush, gets brutally rejected, then gets bullied when the crush tells others about his sexuality, and ultimately decides to walk into the sea in an attempt to end his life, a choice that leaves his body in a coma until Zi Wei’s consciousness takes it over. In ATCY, this backstory changes and Rowoon is brought in for a brief but impactful cameo as Tae Ha, Yeon Jun’s cram school friend. We see that the two have mutual feelings for each other but are both struggling to confess. One day as they are driving together, they finally explicitly acknowledge their feelings, holding hands and smiling at one another—and then immediately get hit by a Truck of Doom (easily one of the most tired kdrama tropes), Tae Ha dying on impact and Yeon Jun ending up in a coma with Si Heon’s consciousness eventually taking over his body like in the original story. 

Now on first glance, you might be inclined to give the show some credit for including a new gay character and giving the original Yeon Jun a happier experience with his crush. Explicit gay representation? In a mainstream kdrama? Still very rare and a big deal if done right. But if you think for a moment longer you’ll realize we can’t give the show credit for this, because this is a textbook execution of the Bury Your Gays trope and the narrative punishment that befalls gay characters who act on their attraction. Essentially, what the Korean remake did here was reveal these two characters are gay, killed them both immediately after they decided to pursue a relationship with each other, and then had the het male lead character take over the body of this gay man and use it to enter into a relationship with a woman. Some aspects of this plot were present in the original tale, but this choice to add an additional gay character only to kill him and tie it to their moment of acknowledging their mutual attraction? Made it significantly worse. It was badly done and I will not applaud the drama for representation when they did it in such a cruel way. 

The Ending

SOOD ends on a hopeful but somewhat ambiguous note, with Yu Xuan in 2020 finding a way to go back and save Yun Ru (and Jun Jie by extension) and then breaking the time loop, sacrificing her relationship with Zi Wei in the process even as it breaks her heart (because the only way for them to meet and fall in love in 2010 was to stay in the loop). She sacrifices their romance, and all their memories together, because it’s the right thing to do—she inadvertently destroyed Yun Ru’s life with her time traveling, and she couldn’t live with that knowing there was a way to fix it. We are left with a broken time loop, original teen Zi Wei meeting child Yu Xuan again in 1998, and the hope that they will find a way to make their fates align again and be together without time travel complications. It’s just the right bittersweet touch to end the story on; their previous relationship was lost and their sacrifice was real, but there is hope for another version of a happy life together, someday.

By contrast, ATCY goes for a more explicit happy ending: Jun Hee makes the same choice to go back and save Min Ju, and to break the time loop and sacrifice her relationship with Si Heon, but in ATCY we then jump forward to 2011 to a happy epilogue to see Si Heon and Jun Hee meet as adults. And look, I love a happy ending! But what I said above about the sacrifice Yu Xuan and Zi Wei made in SOOD really resonating because of its bittersweet ending? That’s absent here, because ATCY decided they needed to put a bow on it and reassure us they would get back together. ATCY was just never willing to let us stay in the grief or commit to the darker and sadder aspects of this story, and as a result, the whole thing loses some of its impact.

[angstysebfan]

You Matter To Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary:  This is based on the song “You Matter To Me” from Waitress the Musical. It’s not a replica of what happens in the play, but the words in the song. Song lyrics are in italics. Warnings: Slight Angst, Sad Lonely Reader, Fluff

A/N: I’ve wanted to rewrite this fic for awhile. The story is the same, but I didn’t like how I did it the first time. I hope you all enjoy it even more than before. Please know that my stories were no beta’d or edited, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes or misspellings. Also please note again I am rewriting most if not all of my masterlist, so if you read my stories, be prepared cause most of them are going to be fixed if they haven’t already lol.

I can find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes They see things you never quite say, but I hear Come out of hiding, I’m right here beside you and I’ll stay there as long as you let me

You’re in your living room of your small one bedroom apartment, slow dancing with him. He holds you close and sings softly into your ear as you release a sigh of contentment. You never in a million years thought that you could ever find the happiness you’re currently engulfed in. People assume that being the only child of the rich and famous (your dads name), your life is set and happiness is a given. You know for a fact that it's not true, as you purposely ran away from the "rich kid" life the moment you were able to.

Your parents always treated more like a burden then their child. You were practically raised by nannies because they didn't want to give up the partying lifestyle. They never once celebrated the day you were born, always going out with friends on trips or something instead. When they were home, you were never allowed to make any noise or be a normal kid because they considered that a disturbance.

As you got older, you started to resent your life. Any "friends" you made didn't really care about you at all. They wanted to be seen with the daughter of the famous Y/F/N, the richest man in the country. They knew if the paparazzi saw them with you, they would be on Page Six and be set. You never wanted to be the center of attention. It never interested you, but you also didn't want to be used. You found yourself feeling very lonely all the time, even in a crowded room.

Eventually, when you were old enough, you ran away from that life. You wanted as much separation as possible. Your parents wouldn't care anyway, so you didn't move far. You found yourself in the middle of Brooklyn working as a waitress as a small diner. It didn't pay much, but it helped you afford your tiny shoebox apartment that you loved and food. You felt like you were finally free and happy. You started going out more, and even made some real friends who liked you for your personality, rather your wealth, since you no longer had any.

Once night you were out with some friends and were sitting at a bar. Nursing your cranberry vodka, you kept thinking how much your life has improved, and how much happier you were without your parents money. You suddenly saw someone sit next to you and you looked over with a smile. You would lie if you said he wasn't the most handsome man you have ever seen. He had short brown hair, the bluest eyes imaginable, and a strong jawline partially hidden under some scruff. When he looked at you and smiled, your heart immediately fluttered.

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me, I promise you do, you matter too I promise you do, you’ll see You matter to me

You found yourself falling into easy conversation with the handsome man, whose name was Bucky. You learned he was a mechanic who lived in the same neighborhood as you, and that he grew up in Brooklyn to middle class parents and knew the value of hard work. It was refreshing to say the least. Listening to how his parents supported him and his siblings with their aspirations and dreams, no matter what they were. You were jealous, because your parents couldn't give a damn about you. Hell they never even tried to find you when you left. Bucky tried to ask about your life, but you weren't ready to hash that out, so you just quickly changed the subject. He smiled and decided to go with it.

You and Bucky start to hangout more often and you find yourself falling... hard. He would take you on little dates around Brooklyn, and you both would stay out late just talking about things. You wanted to tell him about your past, but you were scared it would scare him away. When he wanted to treat you to a fancy restaurant in Manhattan that you know your parents frequent, you immediately decline. You felt it was time to finally tell him the truth about yourself. Bucky sat with you, holding your hand as you told him all about your upbringing and your thoughts and feelings about your parents. You were in awe when you were done he pulled you to him and kissed you.

"I can't imagine how hard that much have been for you," he said with no sarcasm.

You then and there that he actually cared about you and your feelings. He didn't think you were some spoiled brat that didn't get enough attention. He knew money was not important to you, and that all you've ever longed for was to be loved. He wanted to be the one to show you the love you've always deserved, and hopefully you can let him in. And maybe love him just as much in return.

It’s addictive the minute you let yourself think The things that I say, just might matter to someone, All of this time I’ve been keeping my mind on the running away For the first time I think I’d consider the stay.

At first you were worried when Bucky asked you to move in with him. Yes, you had been dating for over a year, and yes you cared for him with ever fiber of your being, but you still had hesitations when he said it back. You kept telling yourself he really loved you and to let him in, but it was harder to do than you realized. Bucky was always patient and understanding. He allowed you to take your time and really think about it with no pressure. But you wanted to let him in so bad. He's been so good to you, so you finally agree to move in.

It took some time for you to get used to Bucky constantly wanting to take care of you. You've always taken care of yourself, so to have him wanting to do that was surprising. He constantly tells you how much you mean to him, but you still find it hard to believe sometimes. He buys you flowers every week, takes you on small romantic trips, and cooks you dinners. Your walls slowly start crumbling little by little as you let him in, because you know you are as much in love with him, as he seems to be with you. Every day when you come home from work, he asks about your day, and generally cares. He pays attention to every word you say, he laughs at jokes you make, gets irritated when hearing about stupid customers, or holds you as you cry after a hard frustrating day. He's there every time you need him, and even when you don’t.

You are there for him just as much, knowing that a true relationship means you both have to give the same amount. As time goes on, your walls around your heart are gone, and you've completely given your heart to Bucky. He and his family have welcomed you with open arms, and you never felt as loved and accepted as you do with him. When he dropped to one knee to ask you to be his wife, you didn't hesitate for a second before saying yes, because there was no other answer.

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me, I promise you do, you matter too I promise you do, you’ll see You matter to me

You look up at your fiancee and smile before giving him a soft kiss. You then look at the small diamond on your finger with so much happiness. Bucky apologized it wasn't bigger, but you told him, and you meant it, that you wouldn't want anything more than what he has given you. Your life is perfect as long as you have him, and are in his arms. Bucky was everything you didn’t know you needed in your life.

For the first time, you feel loved and cherished. You feel like you finally matter to someone. Not just someone, Bucky Barnes, the man you love and are going to spend the rest of your life with. 

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Tonight felt different. The whole day felt off. Quinn left earlier than normal, leaving you to deal with a very upset little girl who never got to say goodbye to her daddy. In order to get Hattie settled down you promised to bring her to the game with you that night. And because you couldn’t find a babysitter for baby Beck, you had to bring him too, this was quickly becoming a family affair. On top of that, you wore the wrong shoes and stepped in a puddle and then the check engine light came on in the car. This night could only get better from here. After all, it was a hockey night.

At the game everything seemed to get better. There were no major meltdowns for either child. That odd feeling you had earlier almost completely dissipated, when you felt the little tug on the sleeve, making your eyes snap forward to focus on the game again.

You didn’t see what initially happened to get everyone in your area standing, gasping and cheering for the ensuing battle. You had seen the majority of the game, your main focus on your two babies. So it was a bit of a surprise when you looked up and saw a sea of blue jerseys going on the attack, fists were flying and a brawl was breaking out.

“Mommy, where’s daddy?” You could hear the anxiety in your child’s voice. It always scared her when someone went down, especially if it was one of her uncles or her father. You watched as the trainer was brought over to the player in a blue jersey who was still in obvious pain on the ice.

“Hattie, daddy’s.” You have a dark feeling starting to form in your stomach, your eyes dancing around trying to spot the familiar number 43 on the ice. It was  becoming very evident that he was nowhere to be seen, except for. Oh no.

You could hear your oldest rattling off a million and one questions about the scrum and the player that you were one hundred percent was Quinn. Not feeling bad for one second you drown out the child’s questions.

“He’s not getting up. Why isn’t he getting up.” You whispered hoping no one would hear your trembling voice. Quinn was still sprawled out on the ice. There wasn’t anything you could do about it. Why wasn’t he getting up? He always got up. A dark cloud of what ifs started circling inside your mind.

“Mama?” The scared little voice of your crying daughter brought you out of the trance you were in. Hattie was an empath and could pick up those kids of negative feelings. You quickly bottled your own emotions, to keep her calm.

“Look Trixie girl. Daddy’s okay.” The two of you watched Quinn get up with help and make his way down the tunnel. Before he completely disappeared looked up at you, gave you a slight nod and tugged on his left ear twice, a gesture whose meaning was only known to your little family. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He was going to be fine., but it was clear that he wasn’t going to going back into the game.

Towards the end of the game, you got a message from your husband telling you he was still getting checked out and it would be a while and that you just take the kids home.

“Daddy!” Hattie jumped her father as soon as he entered the door to the modest home you lived in. It was late and although her nerves were soothed after Quinn indicated he was okay, the small child refused to go to bed until she had a chance to inspect Quinn for herself.

“What’s the damage? You were down for awhile.” You finally got your husband to yourself once he laid Hattie down for bed.

“I was only down for a few minutes. Nothing major.” He tried to down play the unexpected hit. He just wanted to relax and not talk.

“Quinn.”

“Y/N, darling, my love I’m okay. Just a couple of bumps and bruises. They want me out for a couple of games.” Quinn shrugged wrapping himself around you, wincing as he did so. He would deal with his issues another day.

Please let me know what y’all think! Any thoughts, comments, or complaints! Also if you have any requests for the this little family, request away. I haven’t introduced the third child yet.

[mattphobiia]

TENSION.

the time reads 7:07pm. you are currently at the triplet's house, sitting in nick's room watching him edit while having a conversation with chris, not knowing where matt was, but it's not like you cared. nick was editing his most recent car video. suddenly, i was interrupted by a notification from someone.

"was that my phone or was that y/n's?" nick asked, eyes still glued to his screen as he clicked away at his keyboard.

"hey! what if it was my phone, huh?" chris yelled, crossing his arms.

"like fuck. you barely have a social life!" nick laughed.

you rolled your eyes as you unlock your phone, yes, it was your phone. you announced this to them and they nodded. it was from your close friend, zara.

hey y/n! im hosting a party tonight, and i would love if you could attend. you can also invite the triplets if you want, the more the better! i hope i see you tonight.

you read the message with a smile on your face. you and zara haven't hung out in months due to the lack of time you both had. it would be nice to reconnect with a friend, right?

"hey guys! my friend just messaged me about a party tonight, how we feeling?" you squealed with excitement.

nick and chris both looked at each other.

"you know what, im down! haven't been to a party in awhile. chris?" nick replied.

"duh! obviously i want to go to a party dude." he scoffed as he rushed to his room.

"chris! please tell- oh my god, so stupid." you sighed. "i guess i should tell matt about it."

nick laughed, he knew about our rivalry but he just found it immature and funny. he hurried to save the changes to his video and began ripping apart his room to find an outfit. you got up not wanting to be caught in a mess, and you slowly approached matt's room. you stood in front of his door, giving a simple knock.

"come in, y/n." matt muttered out, you slowly opened his door.

"how did you know it was me?" you asked nervously, feeling your heart race as it filled with anxiety.

"it's obvious, nick and chris just barge in, you're the only one who knocks." he sighed. "so?"

you cleared out your throat. "right, so my friend is hosting a party tonight, dont ask me what time because i don't know yet, but i just wanted to ask if you want to come?"

he stayed silent for a minute, thinking. you leaned against his wall as you waited for an answer.

"fine." he said, smirking as he slowly got up and walked to you.

you kept backing up until you hit his door, your heart pounding out your chest. he now stood directly in front of you, eyeing you down.

"w-what are you doing?" you choked out, breathing heavily as your stomach formed butterflies.

"nothing. sorry." he said, swallowing before pushing you out his room, slamming the door as you heard him sigh.

you fell against the wall, rolling your eyes as you got up and went back into nick's room where your stuff was. as soon as you walked in, you immediately noticed the state of his room.

"woah! what the fuck happened in here?" you yell out, making nick jump.

"i found an outfit! i found an outfit!" he sang, smiling stupidly as he was dancing around.

"oh my god please help me out! i have no idea what to wear."

nick happily skipped over to you and looked through your clothes. he silently grabbed a variety of dresses, comparing them all until he made his decision on a beautiful blue dress i had. he picked out some blue accessories for me that consisted of a matching pair of blue heels and a stunning crystal necklace. you stared in awe, he always made the best outfits, but this was another level of amazing!

"damn nick, thanks!" he handed you the clothes as you admired his selection.

you quickly grabbed your phone and your makeup bag before going into the bathroom to prepare. you quickly unlock your phone to text back zara.

hey zara! we would love to come, we are all getting ready and we will let you know when we arrive. cya soon girl:)

you waited for her reply as you place your phone down on the marble counter, and begin to undress from your clothes into your dress. luckily, you had a matching lingerie set that went well with the dress, so there was no worry to try match it. as the dress was half way on, matt barged in and you froze. you both froze. you looked at him as he stared at your body, his eyes dropping in awe as he snapped out his trance and covered his eyes.

"shit. sorry!" matt yelled out as he turned around and slammed the door.

oh my god. you quickly shuffled into your dress before you leaned against the cold wall, covering your face in embarrassment. you got yourself together and continued to get ready, playing your favourite songs trying to distract yourself. but oh, the way his gaze was fixated on you, the way his eyes examined you, you couldn't help it. although you "hated" him, he was attractive. very. you shook away any thoughts of him before you checked your phone to see if zara responded.

great! party starts at 8:45pm. see you guys soon, love you girl x

you gathered your things before quickly rushing out the bathroom, trying to avoid matt at any costs. you dumped your belongings onto nick's bed before sitting down and sighing.

"you good, y/n?" nick asked, stopping and looking at you.

"no!" you yelled, cupping your face in your hands. "i was getting ready and-" but suddenly, matt walked in, smirking at you.

"and?" nick interrupted, looking at you confused.

"nevermind, tell you later" you sighed.

"y/n, do you know what time we are leaving?" matt asked, examining your body and your face.

you froze, the incident from earlier replayed in your mind. snap out of it y/n!

"u-uhm... starts at 8:45 but we'll leave around 9pm or something." you stuttered out, looking like a fool. what the fuck is wrong with you? why were you stuttering over him?

"okay weirdo. by the way, nice outfit. blues my favourite color." he smirked, turning around and shutting the door behind him.

you turned back and stared at nick. did he know this? seriously? before you could bring it up, nick burst out into hysterical laughter screaming out apologies as you chased him around his room. as we slammed into the door, matt and chris opened it and we both fell forwards, nick bumping into the wall and of course i had to fall on top of matt. are you kidding me? matt. i quickly climbed off him before dropping on the floor as me and nick laughed.

"dude! what are you guys doing?" chris yelled, jumping back in fright.

"like i said, weirdos." matt replied, rolling his eyes as he got up.

you and nick helped each other up, still giggling as you all made your way to the car. you sat in the back next to nick, chris and matt both at the front. you grabbed your phone and quickly texted zara to let her know you were on the way.

9:04pm. you finally arrived. zara was waiting outside her house for us. you immediately screamed out with excitement, quickly climbing over nick and running up to her, squeezing her into a tight hug as you both jumped and squealed.

the triplets followed behind you. you broke off the hug, as you introduced them to zara. nick and chris gave her a slight hug, while matt seemed uninterested, and just gave her a fist bump. how boring. you made our way to her house. from the outside, it wasn't exactly small, but the inside was massive! lights flashed everywhere, as music was being blasted and people were dancing and drinking. you went to hold onto nick for comfort, as you hated large crowds, but accidentally grabbed matt's arm instead. however, he didn't seem to care, and he held you close as you all entered inside. zara held onto your hand as she dragged you through her house, your hold on matt's arm broke off, but you felt him staring right through you.

you and zara stuck to the beverage stand, drinking shot after shot, dancing around, while nick shortly joined us, chris wondering off to some guys to play games, while matt stuck to the corner, keeping watch of you. as the alcohol started to kick in, you stumbled back and fell onto a handsome man. blonde hair, emerald green eyes. he helped you up before steadying you up.

"are you alright, love?" he asked, smiling.

"y-" matt had approached him and dragged me away, leaving zara and nick shocked, but they continued to dance away.

"matt! what the fuck?" you yelled, the music booming throughout the room. he stayed silent.

he dragged you out to a dark corner, the music and people muffled out. he pinned you against the wall, your arms crossed up above your head, and his face close to yours.

"w- fuck. what's your problem today?" you sighed, feeling your heart race.

"i don't like him." matt replied bluntly, his eyes hooked on your lips.

"well, uhm. i don't like-"

"dont even finish that sentence." he said, his grip on your arms tightened, feeling his cold rings dig into your skin.

"m-matt." you whispered out, wincing in pain. "are you jealous?"

he licked his lips. his blue eyes once filled with awe now filled with lust. "so what if i was? i never thought i'd say this, but you've been tempting me the moment i saw you."

you tried to hide your smile. "w-" he immediately kissed you. you tried to pull back, but with no luck, you folded, melting into his passionate kiss. his tongue was now in your mouth, exploring freely as he slowly began to swirl your tongues together, making you whimper. he opened his eyes and stared into yours, breaking off the kiss before dragging you into the nearest bathroom. he threw you against the wall before shutting the door, resuming the make out. his hands roamed your body, appreciating your curves, until his hands began to slide up your dress, making you shiver. you already knew you were soaked down there, and so did matt.

"as much as i loved this outfit, i think it's time to take it off, hm?" he said, smirking as his finger held onto the elastic of your thong, letting it snap back against you, making you moan.

you nodded. his hands slid your dress off, along with your matching lingerie set. he admired the beautiful shade of blue before slowly unclipping your bra and sliding down your panties. he threw aside your clothes before placing you on the cold counter, making you shudder. he held onto your necklace before he unclipped it and shoved it in his jean pocket. his lips were now glued onto your neck, giving you many dark hickeys.

"you're mine. and everyone else needs to know. you wont be bothered, pretty girl." he gasped for air, looking up at you before making more marks. you could feel his smirk against your skin, as he sucked and kissed on your neck.

"matt, please..." you whined out. you were throbbing. you needed his touch. you needed him.

"please what?" he mimicked, his smile so innocent yet so lustful.

"touch me! f-fuck. please just touch me!" you moaned out pathetically, you didn't care how desperate you sounded, you need him.

"alright baby, no need to get so worked up." he cooed, before moving down to spread your legs apart, pulling you closer.

he looked up at you, smirking before he dived into your pussy. he began to suck on your clit, making you jolt up in shock and whine. you grabbed onto his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. you felt him smile, as his tongue flicked up and down. your moans grew louder and louder, as you felt your stomach tighten, begging for your release. he suddenly thrusted his index and middle finger inside your pussy, now starting to finger you. you were so overstimulated you couldn't even form the words to tell matt you were gonna come. you began to shake more and more until he abruptly stopped. your eyes widened as you began to whine.

"don't worry sweet girl, you can come around my dick." he said, as he began to rub your thigh teasingly, making your legs shake.

he began to unbuckle his belt, throwing it aside along with his jeans and boxers. you stared in shock at his size. that was supposed to go inside me?

"w-will that even fit?! you're huge..." you said, voice barely above a whisper.

he cupped your cheek in his hand. "don't worry, i'll make it fit." he replied sweetly.

you pussy began to throb for more, this was too much. he could tell and he lined up the tip, teasing it up and down making you moan and quiver. he slowly began to insert himself, inch by inch. you winced in pain, it slowly turned into pleasure before you gripped onto the counter for support. once he finally had it all in, he looked at you, before you gave the nod of approval. he started off slowly, not wanting to hurt you as you moaned out loudly.

"m-matt! please fas-"

he didn't have to be told twice. he immediately fastened his pace, leaning down to kiss you, groaning as he watched your breasts bounce up and down. he gripped onto your hips, rings digging into you as he pounded harder, that familiar feeling in your stomach building up again. you never thought this night would lead up to you and matt having sex, but here you are. his dick began to twitch as he slammed into you, he froze as he began releasing his come inside you. you shortly joined him, orgasming all over him. you both stayed there for a minute, appreciating this moment before he slowly pulled out, both of you moaning because of the sensitivity.

"didn't think you would have sex with me, huh?" he panted out, before beginning to laugh.

you shook your head, as you slowly got up from the counter, your legs shaking like crazy. he threw your clothes over to you, as he began to dress himself. your body could not stop shaking, and you nearly fell into the wall before matt had caught you.

"fuck, can't walk?" he smirked.

"matthew! what am i supposed to do?" you huffed out, as he began to clean and help you get dressed.

"i'll figure it out, okay?" he replied, planting a small gentle kiss on your cheek as he admired your beautiful body. he held you by your waist as you both walked out the bathroom. you stumbled around like an idiot while matt held you closely.

"there they are!" chris yelled out, pointing towards you both as zara and nick turned around. "where have you guys been?!"

"that's not your business." matt replied as he rolled his eyes.

"mattitude much! y/n, you good? you look exhausted." chris asked you, somehow not noticing the dark hickeys you had displayed on your neck.

you nodded. "yeah i am, the party was great zara, but i might get going now, i just wanna sleep."

"no worries! it was so nice to see you." she smiled, pulling you into a hug. you had to use every bone in your body to try not to collapse onto her as your legs were shaking.

"honestly same here, i'm sure we are all tired." nick said. you all said your goodbyes and walked over to matt's car.

"chris, you can sit at the back." matt said, as he assisted you into the car, clicking the seatbelt for you.

"what?! that's so unfair, i thought you hated y/n, now you're treating her like a princess!" chris complained.

"suck it up you big baby! now you get to sit next to the best person in this car." nick chimed in.

"more like stupidest." chris mumbled as he rolled his eyes, resting his head against the window.

MASTERLIST

a/n: hi this is my first post probably😭, i dont usually write much but when i do its not great and its kinda repetitive😔. i was thinking of writing on here but its kinda scary ngl... let me know if i should write more or do an introduction! any tips would help bc idk how to use tumblr like at all but yes enjoyy!!!

[hesthermay]

𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒

PAIRING: obi-wan kenobi x gn!reader

SUMMARY: @celestialwrites secret dating prompt list; dancing alone in empty rooms.

WORD COUNT: 614

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences. fluff. no y/n.

NOTES: its been awhile since i've written anything, so take this blurb with gracious hands

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

The sun was setting. 

You were not supposed to be in the Temple any longer, yet you were. It had been hard to find the exit after your responsibilities had been fulfilled, for Obi-Wan Kenobi was far more convincing than he should be. With something as simple as a smile, a wink, and warm hands grasping yours you were redirected to a different part of the building, your original plans being thrown aside as your feet moved despite your mental protests. 

They were not convincing enough. There was no label on what you and the Jedi Master had, but it was special nonetheless. Surely forbidden for a man living by the Order, but it had to have been worth it for him to risk what he has. That thought always made your heart flutter. 

Oh yes, this would be frowned upon. You felt far too much for the warrior of peace for it to be deemed acceptable.

“And what is your plan if someone catches you sneaking me off into the depths of this Temple, hmm?” you whisper to him, bumping your body into his as you take another turn. 

“Oh trust me, darling, I have a plan for everything,” he whispered back, voice smooth as he smirked at you. Cheeks reddening, you felt warm. 

Finally, you seemed to reach the room he was searching for, and upon entering you were met with high columns and open windows. Orange sunlight streaming in, painting everything in a deep glow. Obi-Wan’s footsteps were silent as he walked into the open space, but you did not possess all the grace he came with; your boots clacked on the marble flooring as you followed, softly echoing throughout the large expanse. 

“Care to dance?” 

The question broke your train of thought, causing you to turn your head to see him standing in the middle. He was angelic, really, washed in warmth and looking like a man in love. You did not often let yourself think that of him, but it was hard to deny it when he was looking at you as if you were the one who hung the sun and moon every rotation, hand held out to you as his words hung in the air. 

There was no label on whatever it was that you both had, whatever connection it was that bound you two together and had you always coming back for more. But perhaps, just maybe, that label could be love. Could be something more. 

You had somewhere to be, things to do and a home to return to, your absence would surely be noted; but it did not matter when Obi-Wan Kenobi was asking you to dance in an empty room during a Coruscant sunset. It did not matter when he made you feel like there was hope in this galaxy and you were wholeheartedly and unashamedly in love with him.

Obi-Wan had somewhere to be, responsibilities to tend to and an oath to live by, his actions would surely break that oath; but it did not matter when you looked so beautiful in the lowlight of the ending day. It did not matter when you made him feel like he was alive and he was unabashedly and completely in love with you. 

And so your hand ended up in his, and he pulled you closer. Your chests touched as he wrapped an arm around your waist and you wondered if he could feel your heart skip a beat. You danced slowly to nonexistent music, moving around the room and getting lost in whatever it was you both had. No label, no words, just love and one another; dancing alone in an empty room.

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[unadulterated-syd]

remus lupin x reader

🌙 dancing in the moonlight 🌙 Remus: apple pie by Lizzy Mcalpine 

i went off topic but u guys love me

warnings -> james and sirius are dicks but they mean well ! , none i'm kidding <3 unedited !! might not even make sense im struggling ^_^

nothing ever felt truly right to you, you worried a lot about the future, whilst also never enough.

you could never answer their questions, "what will you do after hogwarts?" you always felt embarrassed when you lacked a reply, lacked something meaningful like others.

teachers, nurses, officials— it all felt pointless to you.

or when they asked what'd happened to the last person you'd dated, or perhaps when you'd get engaged, even celebrity crushes never lasted. your mind could never settle on someone, or something.

nowadays you warned anyone you met, anyone at all. you'd made excuses, maybe you couldn't handle being tied down, maybe you'd never make for a loving parent. who knew.

it wasn't different for remus. not at first.

—

"this seat taken?" he hummed, sitting in the seat before you could even answer. truth be told the library was silent, as long as he kept quite the seat was his.

"i guess now it is." you retorted, eyes never leaving the book in front of you. you weren't necessarily indulged in the guide, but you did need to get your classwork done and this was the first step.

his eyes seemed to linger on you, you could feel it. like he was analysizing you, as if he didn't quite understand something about you. but it really made you rather uneasy.

"you're in my defense against the dark arts class, aren't you? the one with the loud mouth?"

"excuse me?" you looked at him, he gave you a questioned look as if he failed to see the problem with his remark. but, it hadn't even been the right person he was thinking about.

"always saying shitty jokes in class? expecting people to laugh? if that doesn't ring a bell—"

"we're not in the same class. i'm a friend of lily's, if you find me familiar. now please keep your remarks to yourself, i'm rather busy. it is the library."

he seemed a bit suprise by the outburst you portrayed, however he simply stared. almost in awe, most people ignored his remarks or simply moved on— mostly on account of his pranking reputation.

he left after awhile, only to tell his friends of what happened. james and sirius agreeing that their next target ought to be you, without remus' permission, and without telling peter— who was known to be a fowl liar.

the idea was to call it a revenge plan, with no real ill intent involved. truth be told, no one was really upset with you for telling remus off, the boys, including remus, likely would have taken your side.

however, any chance to prank someone was taken, and quickly. even if they often took it too far.

—

that day was no different, walking down a long corridor on your way to potions class. you never liked the dungeons of the castle, but you were more than willing to venture there for an a.

you happened to have this class with sirius, james, and lily. james had almost ratted himself out to lily, therefore the seat next to her was open— sirius having forced him to sit with him.

days with lily at your side were always the best days, potions class went by easily with the talented red head. plus homework was always made better with her.

"hey." you greeted, pulling out the stool and sitting in it.

"boy am i glad to see you," she began, a glare shooting james' way, "watch out for those two, they're acting weird. asked me where you sit the other day."

your gaze followed her glare, focusing on the two boys who were holding back snickers. you sighed, remembering the run in with remus the other day.

"i accidentally snapped at lupin the other day, i didn't think he'd take it to heart or anything."

she shrugged, promising she'd try to talk them out of it before the lecture began.

lily walked you to your next class, knowing the boys wouldn't try anything with her at your side. but, she couldn't do much else till the end of the day.

the day seemed to drag on, worried that at any moment you'd turn purple and fly to the moon— an exaggeration, maybe, but it was still as terrifying as that.

with the marauders boys you never knew— any moment you could have a mob of angry people thinking you disliked a particular band, or perhaps a proffesor would make you beg for forgiveness for something you hadn't done.

it wasn't until you stood covered in red and gold paint as people pointed and laughed, that you knew what your fate was. you wanted to shrink into yourself and never face anyone again.

even your housemates— friends, albeit everyone but lily and remus himself were laughing. with lily in shock, it forced remus to be the first to act. he was at your side within an instant, a glare shot straight at his friends who no longer found the ordeal funny.

he pulled you from the audience's eyes, forced to comply with no other hope you allowed him to. you could feel the anger flustering in your chest, you wanted to smack his pretty face. push him down, maybe even kick him while he's down.

"here." he slid his robes off, helping you pull yours off. luckily, you'd had the buttons done at the front, unintentionally shielding the dress shirt and slacks underneath them. you stared at the robes he extened to you, it didn't make much sense.

"why are you doing this? haven't you had your fun, lupin." his name sounded like poison on your tongue, if you'd been looking at him you would've seen his proper wince. he knew it looked bad for him, but explaining himself over helping you would have made everything worse.

"i really do mean well." he sighed, still extending the robes to you, having thrown yours to the side. "i had nothing to do with that, my pranks are much more.. organized."

he only continued when you threw him a glare, he was digging a hole. "i didn't mean for them to do this, really. you don't have to believe me, but at least take these and then you can be on your way."

your face softened after moments of silence, as much as you hated to admit it he was right. his prank would've ruined you, whilst theirs simply put a damper on your day. he was offering you robes because he was sympathetic to you, he didn't feel you deserved that.

you took the robes, looking at him, "thanks." you paused, there was a funny feeling settling in your chest. unfamiliar, yet you could identify it. the feeling of security, safety, possibly the idea of a future.

even if you could've walked away, you found yourself looking back at him, "are you my classmate, the loud mouth?"

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req from -> @loving-and-dreaming

remus tags -> @loser-fics @diorgirl444 @doyouknowwhoyouare13

marauders tags -> @withastrangerheart

[leoneliterary]

I really love one thing most in the new update: you can chastise Nari for calling the Silken Sands a brothel. As MC with a dancer background, my MC couldn't just leave it at that and had to go on a bit of monologue about the dances and performances and how reducing it all to a brothel is demeaning and Nari is confused, flustered and embarrased, but ALSO still has the poise to be gracious and take it to heart. Look MC already has too many flirts going on, but I will make one playthrough (once I have some save slots free) just for her and I will cherish it deeply. Nari is a treasure. She is high born enough that she really doesn't have to react so seriously or humbly, but she does and her respect for life and people esp for a general whose job is to go out and.. kill people, pretty much? I'm in love. All your characters attract me and none of them are really only some stereotype to fill the type cast positions for RO. They all fit into the plot and world so wonderfully and have their own things and emotional turmoils going on. They are so wonderfully rounded and realistic characters, not static at all and willing to see where the narrative and MCs choices take them. It's not instant love, but attraction and then finding out connective points, building a friendship first, not only flirting to amass romance points and getting a confession once you have enough. Meeting your characters just feels exciting. Excuse the rambling, but I took 30min to play that little tidbit of conversation with Nari every which way and I still just love this one particular choice so much. "I apologize for this offense I didn't even realize I was making, while trying to apologize for something else already... that isn't even my fault or your apology to receive so much, but I just feel I have to, bc ... I value your good opinion for some unknown intriguing reason". Yes Nari, give it to MC straight. Or in a curveball you're unaware of yourself?...

I just love her. And the dancer MC getting a chance to break character and defend their original family, too in a way.

I wonder ... where the others listening in on that mild outburst? Do they have opinions on it you could share? Did they take note?

I've kept this ask for awhile just because I really enjoyed reading through it and your analysis of Nari and the MC. I am so so glad you liked this scene and I love how you've described Nari and connected the discussion to how the MC's past and present!

I wanted to give the MC opportunities to have genuine interactions, even in situations where secret about who the MC really is has to be kept.

As for anyone hearing the conversation, they were far enough ahead that they didn't hear anything, but you know what they say about places like palaces. Someone is always listening.