#my reaction to that information? tsk tsk tsk

[awniie]

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ their reaction to you wearing their clothes (gojo , namani , choso )

ʚ content: suggestive, fem!reader , underwear stealing (but reverse) , domestic wife? whiny choso, drabble , no actual smut, spanking? , gojo calls reader (greedy, whore, brat ) proof read to an extent ֺ ♡

ʚ note: I kinda love this one, was tempted to write a whole one-shot with gojo ⊹ ݁ ° ⋆ 

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ namani - button up !

Nanami came home from a long day at work to you, cooking something aromatic in the kitchen, gowned in one of his button up shirts. His eyebrows pulled taunt as he took in the sight. You’d never wore any of his shirts before, probably because he was so precise with his clothing. “These are strictly for work” Nanami mani recalled informing you one lazy afternoon, as he hung up the identical shirts on the hangers in the walk-in closet you shared. But, what he failed to remember was that today was your big spring cleaning day, not corner was to be left unattended. So naturally, you worked your way into the closet and gotten into his excess of button-ups and did some ‘reorganizing.’

Your husband silently cursed himself for restricting your access to his wardrobe before. His brown narrow eyes lazily drifted over your figure. The shirt was oversized on you, barely hanging on to your shoulders. The buttons on the collar were unfastened, revealing your cleavage and the swell of your breasts. The slits on the hem exposing your upper-thighs covered in stretch marks. He was practically drooling. You were a pretty wrapped birthday present, practically begging to be delicately undone.

“Oh hi Ken’! How was work?” You chirp, looking up from the cutting board with a big smile, unaware of the way your husband ogled you and your body. He had only a little bit of his restraint left as he grunting out a half-hearted “fine” before he comes up behind you, your back up against his chest and heavy fingertips at your hips. He softly kisses your jaw and works down to your neck, taking advantage of his position to peer the collar of his shirt that was just soo loose on you. “Darling, what did I say about wearing my shirts?” He questioned crossly. He wasn’t really mad, he just like the way you let out those nervous giggles whenever you were caught doing something you were supposed to. “Oh, this?” you play clueless as he peppers open-mouthed kisses across your neck. “It’s just one of your old ones. It’s practically a rag.” you tell him, letting out a surprised gasp and his mouth moves to the your pulse, teasing it with his mouth. He let out a ‘tsk’ “No wife of mine will be wearing a rag.” He runs a hand underneath the warm linen, caressing your skin directly.

“Let me take them off you then.”

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ choso - graphic tee !

You and your boyfriend choso share a closet and also a fashion sense, so naturally your happen to have mix-ups with your clothes. You’ve mixed some of his socks with yours, grabbing the other’s similar colored hoodie by accident. He’s even had one of your lacy panties on the back of his shirt, which you took off and showed him, getting a confused look and a furious blush in return. Any sort of clothing mishap, you guys have had it and today was no different. So when you accidentally put on one of his graphic tees early this morning, he didn’t think much of it.

He opened his mouth to tell you, but closed it as he watched you move in it. It was big on you, but he loved it. The way it slid off the shoulder, revealing the fact that you were not wearing a bra. How it only came down to about halfway down your thighs, so when you bent it over it would rise up and he could see the pink fabric of your panties. He couldn’t help himself, so he followed you around the apartment all day like a lost puppy, trying to sneak a look at all your parts. Of course, you eventually noticed and you thought it was the cutest. So you decided to put on a show for him. You purposely tried to grab at items high on the shelf, just so you could torture him when the shirt rose above your hips and shoved your midriff and ass. He’d try so hard not to be too obvious, but when you would suddenly turn around and catch him staring, he’d start blushing and grab whatever you were reaching for you, avoiding eye contact.

Eventually, he got desperate. When you were preoccupied, he came up from behind you, lifting up the back of the shirt without difficulty. You were taken aback and tried to turn around and face him, but he was pressed against you firmly. “Cho’! You’d better be careful with your shirt.” You warned him with faux innocence, but not before rubbing your backside against him. You loved him like this, all whiny and raspy voiced. He groaned at the stimulation of you pressing on him and swallowed hard. “Don’t care baby. Need you so badly.” He whined, grinding his crotch against the fat of your ass.

“You’ve been teasing me all day. J’s need to get my damn shirt off you.”

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ satoru - boxers !

It was late in the morning as your boyfriend satoru was doing his morning routine. Teeth brushed? Check. Face washed? Check. He had laid out his clothes, ready to put them on when he realized his black boxers were missing. “Babe?” He called out from the bathroom. “Have you seen my boxers…they were literally right here.” You respnded with an eyebrow furrowed. “No, I haven’t? Maybe you thought you did. Just grab another pair.” You advise, moving on to the next thing. Your boyfriend isn’t stupid though , no matter what you might say. He swore he places his underwear along with the rest of his clothes but it was childish to keep discussing over it, so he simply got a new pair.

This mystery didn’t go away though, in fact it started occurring more and more often. His boxers were going missing. His drawer filled with the, started to get more and more empty, seemingly every wash day. What was worst was that every time he tried to inform of you this phenomenon, you’d brush it off. “You’re such a child ‘toru.” you’d tease him. “There probably scattered around the house somewhere, you never put your clothes away.” scoffing and shutting down the possibility of there being some kind of…boxer thief. He’d rolled his eyes and try to press on but you weren’t hearing it. So he would have to find the culprit himself. He checked the dryer, making sure nothing had disappeared inside. Nothing. Then he’d check the dirty clothes hamper and his side of the closet, just to double check. Nothing. Logically thinking, there was only two of you in the apartment. So logically, the only person who could be taking his boxer…could be you. When he’d bought it up, you shoved the thought back down. “No, gojo. I haven’t been taking your underwear. I don’t want to hear anymore about this. If you need some so bad, I’ll go to the store with you we can buy some more.” You’d told him, not looking up from your phone. He knows it was wrong but, he didn’t believe you 100%. So, if you didn’t want to admit it, he’ll just have to prove it for himself.

“Oh my gosh, toru what are you doing?!” You yelped, as your boyfriend literally pantsed you. He couldn’t care less about your squeals and squirming, as there right in front of him was his missing boxers. He brought a heavy hand down on your ass, watching it jiggle. “See babe, guess I was right.” He’d gloat, bounding your two wrists together with his hand, bending you over the kitchen counter. You felt your face warm in some sort of twisted mix of shame and arousal. “I’m sorry, they’re just so much more comfortable than my panties.” You confessed, letting out another yelp as he brought another slap to your ass. “Sneaky ass bitch. Thinking you can take my boxers and then lie about it. If you wanted to borrow some, ya’ should’ve just asked.” He scolded you, his own boner poking out of one of the only pairs of underwear he has left. He rubbed his cock against your clothed cunt, bringing out whines from you.”

“Since you like my damn boxers so much, I’ll fuck you with them still on.”

@awniie’s please don’t steal ! ㅤㅤㅤ⭑

[melloollem]

Family nights|| Bruce Wayne x Batmom Reader × Batboys

Summary: Your children keep you company after patrol until your husband arrives.

Warnings: English is not my native language.

(DC masterlist)

You were woken by a movement at the bottom of the bed and your first reaction was to reach out to Bruce's side of the bed. Noticing the lack of your husband's warmth at your side, you reluctantly opened your eyes, a sigh escaped your lips and, as you moved your legs, you heard a complaint: "Mom, I'm here". You readjusted your position, with an expression of confusion on your face.

"Damian, I told you not to wake her." It was Tim's turn to speak, his sudden presence startled you, he'd come out of the bathroom in your room, damn vigilante skills, when had these kids gotten in here? "Tsk, you don't even know what happened, I didn't wake her, Drake" you sighed recognizing the scenario that always ended in a long argument between the boys, before Tim could retort arousing Damian's fury you butted in "Ok, you two have had enough of this, let's not do this now" Your body stretched towards Damian pulling him into your arms, while leaning on the headboard.

"Mummy's boy" Jason's mocking voice was heard as he lay down on the side of the bed that belonged to Bruce, had he been lying on the floor all this time? Confusion returned to her face at the thought. "Shut up, Todd, it's not my fault you're too old to be with your mother" Despite Damian's quick response, you felt him tense in your arms, you wouldn't have hugged him if you'd known it wasn't just him and Tim in the room, everyone knew how shy Damian was with displays of affection. Your embrace loosened, but the boy still didn't get off your lap.

"Get your big ass over there, Jason," said Dick as he got up from the floor too, but unlike Jason, he had a pillow in his hand, you couldn't even be surprised anymore. The eldest of your children settled down on the bed with the space left for him, turning to you and saying "Hi, Mom," a half-childish smile escaped him, and you reciprocated in the same way "Can you tell me what you're doing here?" Your tone was more serious than expected.

"Bruce asked us to stay with you," said Tim as he took Damian's place at the end of the bed. "He had some things to sort out after patrol," added Jason. You turned on the lamp next to the bed, all this time the boys were walking around the room with the help of the light from the hallway.

"Actually, father asked me to stay with you until he got back, the others invited themselves" Damian informed "In fact, Dick invited himself and pulled Tim and me into it" Jason let out in a tired grumble. "It would be like a slumber party, according to him" Tim let out a sigh, their eyes turned to Dick waiting for his side of the story and receiving only a shy smile in response.

You glanced at the clock on your bedside table as you said "It's late, one of you go and get him" Referring to Bruce, all of your children let out a tired sigh and before a general discussion started you said "Ok, text him and tell him to come" Dick was the one who picked up his cell phone and sent Bruce a text message, not quite sure how long it would take for him to see it.

You closed your eyes in an attempt to go back to sleep as kicks to your side tried to hit Tim "Damian, leave your brother so I can sleep" the younger man squeaked "But mom, he's lying on top of me" You didn't even have to open your eyes to know that Damian was exaggerating about his brother's current position. "Damian" his tone foreshadowed a reprimand, the boy shut up and moved further away from his brother.

A comfortable hush settled over the room, you hoped to return to your old state, but Tim was in opposition "I don't want to sleep" You abandoned the idea at this point in the discussion, realizing that it would be impossible. Dick quickly retorted "You're the one of us who needs the most sleep" An annoyed murmur escaped Jason "I'm the one who needs the most sleep" He, like you, really wanted to sleep, but it looked like this family was repulsed by the term.

"We can watch a movie" Tim said, you knew he was electric because of the mission, typical attitude. "Sure, look for something" Jason sighed in response to your declaration, he can't believe you gave in so easily. Tim flipped through the catalog, indecisive about what to watch "We could watch a musical, a comedy, a horror movie..." "Your voice is the most terrifying thing tonight," Jason cut off his brother, who continued to ramble on about the different types of movie you could watch.

At one point Tim opted for a mystery movie, you rolled your eyes at the choice, the kids always figured out the mystery before the middle of the movie, ruining the experience. You watched what was supposed to be a movie session turn into a loose conversation after Tim did exactly what you had predicted. They debated the mission, most of them, Jason just mumbled something at one time or another in agreement.

"Does anyone know how to solve this? What's he talking about?" Now they were talking about one of the Charade's riddles, and it seemed that Tim still had no idea what the villain meant. "It's an allusion to mirrors" Bruce was the one who answered as he entered the room, all eyes turned to him and Jason let out a relieved sigh "Finally, I'm going to sleep" He stood up and stretched his body lazily. "What about the movie?" Damian was the one who asked "The script is weak" Tim said following Jason's example and sliding out of bed, now that he had an idea of where to start solving the puzzle there was no reason to stay there.

You watched each of your children leave the room with a brief "good night", you answered each of them, Dick was the last to leave, closing the door. A sigh of relief left your lips, wishing you could finally go back to sleep, Bruce chuckled at your attitude, before sliding in next to you, your eyes following his every move as he got into bed.

"Everything okay?" Your question was prompted by his delay in returning home "Will be" your brow furrowed hoping for a better answer, that kind of vague assurance never brought good news, but all Bruce did when he noticed your expression was leave a quick kiss on your forehead with the same words "Will be", you decided not to ask any more questions, but that subject still circled your mind.

"Family movie?" he asked, turning to the television, intending to change his focus, you followed his example, the movie was still playing in a scene that wasn't so interesting right now "Tim's choice. You're the only one missing" Even though you smiled, Bruce noticed what you meant in those words, but decided to ignore it "What movie is that?" Now he was looking at you. Taking advantage of the moment, you caught the changes in Bruce's image, he looked more tired than usual "I'm not sure, but it looks like we have two killers and one of them is the victim's brother" Anticipating his next question, you added "Tim spared no details".

A silence consumed the room, the two of you staring at the television, wrapped in each other's embrace. You weren't sure how much of Bruce's thoughts were on the movie, he seemed to be thinking about something else, but he wouldn't share it with you. Bruce had made a vow to himself not to bring the dilemmas of vigilante life into rooms with you, too bad he couldn't stop them from plaguing his own mind.

"You know you can tell me everything, right?" You tried to broach the subject gently, wishing Bruce would share his fears with you "Tim has terrible taste in movies" His response took you by surprise, drawing a laugh from you "Said the man from the musicals" You allowed the light tone to take over the conversation "I thought that was one of the things you loved about me" He couldn't believe it "I think that was one of the things you said on our first date" Another laugh erupted from you at your husband's surprised expression, "I'm sorry about that" An amused smile escaped you and Bruce could only smile back at the sight of it.

Your laughter gradually subsided and now you just looked at each other in love "I'm serious about this, you can tell me anything" You took advantage of the comfort of the situation to clarify your speech. "I know that" He seemed to focus on his own thoughts for a second "I love you" Bruce hoped that declaration would be able to quell all your worries. "I know that" You smiled cheekily, but quickly returned to your passionate expression "And I love you too".

[rats-the-bat]

Virgil's Gift: An Analysis on It's Symbolism and Possible Foreshadowing

Obvious spoilers for Thomas' newest Sander Asides video: What Makes the Perfect Gift? Go watch it if you haven't.

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So the yearly Sander Sides Christmas special dropped hours ago. (Yippee!) And there's a surprisingly large amount to be said for it to be a 13 minute long Christmas special. In fact, I'd say it's the most story focused episode since Can Plushies Improve Our Health?, and that was an ad for the Sander Sides plushies. There's just so much to talk about this episode. There's the implications of Janus and Remus being invited to play Secret Santa; the mystery to what Thomas' message was with his gift to Nico; the underlying tension between all the sides that reminds us of the angst we've already seen and how things still aren't completely alright and that the worst is yet to come; and, most notable of all, the question as to WHY THE HELL REMUS WOULD WANT TO F*CK ANDREW JACKSON??

But the most interesting thing to me is Virgil's gift to Logan, his reaction, and how it reflects Logan's current situation.

Virgil gives Logan a newspaper, claiming that it seems like something he would like. Logan however, does not read newspapers and is very disappointed by the gift. Remus and Janus make some comments on how unthoughtful Virgil's gift appears. But at the end of the episode, Logan finds out that the newspaper actually has a secret message and is the first puzzle of an entire scavenger hunt, which excites him a lot.

This is by far my favorite part of the episode. Not only is it heartwarming, it also symbolizes how Logan has been treated as a whole, and may even foreshadow future events in the series.

When Virgil gives Logan the newspaper, Logan is very confused, and asks him why he would give him a newspaper. Virgil replies, "Cuz' you're the Mr. Smarty Pants of the group. You like reading and all that." Logan is still confused though. Yes, he likes to read, but that doesn't mean he will read anything. Roman chimes in with Virgil, reinforcing that they think Logan will like it. Logan says, "Is that all I am to you? The reading guy?..." And Virgil replies, "I don't know man, give it a read! I'm sure it has something you like."

This entire interaction represents how Logan has been ignored and misunderstood throughout the entire series. Virgil gives Logan a newspaper, something he doesn't actually want, because he assumes he will like it since he likes to read in general. He made an assumption on Logan's personality based off things he already knew, something Thomas and all of the other sides have been doing since the beginning. Throughout the entire series, Logan is considered the smart one of the group who always provides information and exposition, and little else is expected of him. In ACCEPTING ANXIETY part one, Thomas assumes that Logan knew what his problem was because he provides, "the explanatory exposition in [the Sander Sides] videos because all the other characters are too zany or relatable." And in Selfishness v. Selflessness, Logan is benched after providing information that supports both Patton and Janus' sides because they assume he has nothing else to offer. Time and time again Logan is reduced to his function and the traits that go along with it, such as liking to read. And why these things about him are true, he is far more complex that who they see him as. But, as Virgil didn't seem to care to get him something he would actually like, they don't seem to care to learn more about Logan...

They do care though. And that's shown through the twist at the end. When Logan discovers that it's a puzzle, Virgil jokes, "And you thought I would just get you a newspaper. Tsk. What do you take me for?" Though it appeared Virgil didn't put much consideration into the gift, and though Logan believed Virgil didn't, he did, because he truly cares about Logan. And throughout the entire series, though they don't always listen to him, Thomas and the sides show that they care about Logan. Patton is always nice to him, Roman, while the most harsh to him, does secretly respect him, and Thomas, as shown in the song, "Incomplete," is not only aware that Logan has feelings and is more than just logic, he wants Logan to accept it as well. He also seems empathetic when Logan is disappointed with his gift. This represents how Logan's insecurities get in the way of him being fully accepted. Logan is convinced that Thomas and the sides will only ever see him as his function, and that they do not care about his other traits. This is one of the reasons he represses his emotions, and is shown by how quickly Logan believes Virgil got him a newspaper simply because he likes to read. Though Logan may not realize it, Thomas and the sides love and accept him fully, and Logan needs to see that.

However, it seems that someone doesn't want him to see that...

And that's where the foreshadowing comes into play.

After the conversation Virgil gives Logan his gift, Janus chimes in, saying, "Wow Logan, looks like Virgil put a lot of thought into that one!" He emphasizes how little consideration Virgil's gift seemed to have. In doing this, he reinforces the idea to Logan that Virgil didn't care enough to give him a gift he would like, even though that's not actually true. And if he his doing this intentionally, he may also be reinforcing the idea that they don't care about him.

And Remus soon after joins in, proposing, "Kinda makes you wanna scream, huh?" This is obviously a callback to Logan's outburst in Working THROUGH Intrusive Thoughts. In that episode, Remus showed great excitement towards his outburst, implying that Remus wanted him to get upset. And now again, he suggests that Logan should get angry about it. It is very clear that Remus is trying to make Logan lash out on purpose.

Based off this, I believe that in future episodes, we will see the dark sides, or Remus at least, try to manipulate Logan into believing that Thomas and the sides don't care about him. In doing this, they'll persuade him into joining their side. Perhaps they'll make him a puppet for the Orange Side, or if Logan is the Orange Side, they will make him embrace it. Of course their plan won't work out though. Because even if the do get Logan to join them for a little, the other sides will show that they care. And perhaps if they do, Logan will finally be able to see that, and he will finally be able to accept himself.

[star-girl69]

Keep Me Ablaze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: sorry for no chapter yesterday, i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of bows and arrows, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Nine- Burn

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“Neytiri,” you murmur, not quite ready to fall asleep, to be away from her.

“Yes?” she mumbles, rolling over, the criss-cross of the hammock slightly imprinted on her chin and jaw. You smile, touch the discolored skin either your fingertips. She just closes her eyes, presses her face closer to yours.

“Grace wanted me to tell you. We won’t be able to come tomorrow, not in the morning.”

“Why?” she asks, eyes open, concern on her face.

“We’re moving from Hell’s Gate to another Site. I- I don’t know why.” Her eyes fall from yours, trailing downwards, stopping at her necklace still on you.

“Oh,” is all she can say.

“‘M sorry,” you say, maybe too fast.

“It’s alright,” she says, tucking her head under your chin, forehead pressed against the base of your throat. “As long as you come back. Everyone wants you to come back, you know. Even Mother likes you. Tsu’tey does too, he just won’t say it.” You can feel her fond smile against your chest, her lips brushing your skin as she speaks.

“I’m glad,” you whisper, because it’s foreign to belong to someone like this.

You belonged to your parents, when they were alive, and you belong to Grace now. But you don’t belong to her like you belong to Neytiri, like you belong to the Omaticaya, to the forest.

Jake’s name flashes in your mind.

“I love being here,” you smile, brushing her braids back.

She hums, wraps her arm around your waist like she’s done the other two nights you’ve slept with her.

“Good,” she says, and you don’t have the strength to do anything more than belong like this.

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“Why,” you say, putting down your bag, “do we have to go to Site 26?”

“Aren’t you the one who loves the mountains?” Grace smiles, looking over her shoulder from the microscope she’s packing.

“Yes, but-”

“So, where are we going?” Jake asks, wheelchair coming to a scope.

“Getting out of Dodge.”

“But why?”

Grace looks at Jake for a moment longer-

“I’m not about to let Selfridge and Quaritch micro-manage this thing.”

You watch as Jake’s face deflates, looks down like he’s done something wrong, like a kicked puppy.

You almost want to ask him what he’s done. Not what’s wrong- because he doesn’t look sad. He looks guilty.

“There’s a mobile link up at Site 26,” Grace repeats, “way up in the mountains.”

Norm freezes mid-air as he takes in her words.

“The Hallelujah Mountains?” he asks, practically salivating at the thought, and even Grace can’t hide her smile as you let out a giggle.

“That’s right,” she muses.

“Are you serious?”

She nods, his excitement refreshing, “yeah.”

“Yes!” he exclaims, laughing, while Jake squints.

Norm’s smile drops, and you roll your eyes.

“The floating mountains?” you ask, patting his cheek as if to shock the information into him.

“Uh, the legendary floating mountains.”

When Jake doesn’t have a reaction, Norm simply scoffs and turns, while you tsk and pull at his ear.

“Jesus-” he flinches, glaring up at you. “What was that for,” he hisses, smiling slightly, grabbing your arm as you try to turn away.

Even like this, his hand is bigger than yours, easily wrapping around you and pulling you back. You swallow, uneasy.

Why does he burn like Neytiri? Why does he burn like you? Why do you want to burn with him?

“No reason,” you smile, and his hand falls, even though you don’t want it to.

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“We’re close,” Grace says, eyes scanning nervously through the skies. The two of you know better than anyone else what danger is truly in Pandora.

You know the stories Neytiri would tell you, head in her lap, her hands in your hair. She would tell you of Toruk Makto, sing you the First Songs. You know that Toruk is in these skies, even if you cannot see him.

“Yeah, look at my instruments,” Trudy remarks, and you know the sight by hard. “VFR from here.”

“What’s VFR?” Norm asks, and you’ve quickly realized he is a scientist through and through. Fascinated by the world in a way you and Jake aren’t.

“Means you’ve gotta see where you’re going.”

Norm frowns, turning back towards the front window. “You can’t see anything,”

She laughs, “exactly. Ain’t that a bitch?”

You rise higher and higher, the clouds thinning, until it finally clears and you can see them.

To you, it’s a sight you’ve seen a million times before. You’ve even touched a flower from it, still keep it pressed in Grace’s book. To you, it is all you have ever known. It’s is the forest, is Pandora, it’s what you belong to.

To them, it’s alien, otherworldly, extraterrestrial.

You’re sure if you ever saw Earth, you would feel the same.

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The airlock hisses right in your ears, making you tuck your ear to the side after you take your mask off. You can see the lights switching on through the small window, until the door swings open.

“Welcome to camp,” Grace says around a cigarette, commanding everyone to their bunks.

You tune out the other background sounds, watch as Trudy rifles through the fridge, and Jake stares at the pictures stuck on it.

“This you?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

“Uh…” you mumble, too far away to see.

There’s many pictures, all of various Na’vi children and Grace, but there’s one figure unlike the others.

You focus on the biggest picture, the one he’s pointing at.

You stand outside of the school, blue flower comically sticking out of your pocket, while Neytiri folds herself down to rest her cheek on top of your head, arms around you. Your hands reach up, fingers curling around her arm.

Her eyes are closed, too happy to even care about the picture, while you look straight at the camera.

You both smile bright, the same way, that same fire in both of you. That familiar feeling in your stomach then and now, knowing that you would gladly burn if it was with her.

“Yes,” you murmur, gripping the handles of Jake’s wheelchair. “That’s me.”

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“Okay. This is video log 12. Time’s 2132.” You watch as Grace fiddles with her microscope, studying another sample, while you lean on her shoulder. Jake sighs. “Do I have to do this now? I really need to get some rack?”

“No, now. When it’s fresh,” Grace says, her shoulder shifting slight under you.

You lift your head, stare at the bright red light on the camera. You can see Jake rolling his eyes on the screen.

“Okay, location, shack, and the days are starting to blur together. The language is a pain, but, you know, I figure it’s like field-stripping a weapon. Just repetition, repetition.”

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Neytiri points to her eyes, and you lean back on your hands, watching as Jake contemplates for a moment.

“Navi,” he says, finally.

“Nari.” She corrects, lowering her hands, braids hitting each other. You put your fingertip on her knee, drawing circles.

“Nari,” he repeats, but it’s off.

“Narrrri!” she exclaims impatiently, exaggerating the “r” sound.

“Narrri,” he repeats, but she only hisses and smacks him. “Shut up,” he mumbles when you laugh.

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“Neytiri calls me skxawng,” he continues, “it means moron.”

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“Txur ni’ul,” and you stumble with the bow, your grip weak. “Stronger,” Neytiri says.

She places her hands against her stomach, breathes in deeply.

“Okay, okay,” you mutter, breathing in deeply before raising the bow, pulling it all the way back.

She hums, presses against your stomach, then straightens your arm. She taps your back arm, and you lift it up higher.

“Good,” she says after a moment.

Jake scoffs, and you look over your shoulder to smile at him.“What, so I just get abused and she gets all soft and gentle?”

“Yes,” Neytiri says, no hesitation. “She is my human.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jake mumbles, and looks down, like he’s been left out of something.

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“And, you know,” Jake smiles, leaning back in his chair, “I think I’m really starting to make a dent on the Augustines.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you smile, kicking the back of his chair. He looks back at you through the screen, and Grace’s scoff falls away, until it’s just the two of you looking at each other.

“You think I’m not that bad, sweetheart.”

You snort, and he only grins wider, staring at you. There must be some static on the screen. Because he’s staring at you like there’s stars in your eyes, like you’re covered in diamonds. He’s staring at you like you’re beautiful.

“Sure, skxawng,” you mutter, but you know he’s right.

You know Jake Sully is like a fire that has followed a trail of gasoline, come straight to burn you. And you see it coming, see him following the path that the three of you never had a choice in anyways, and you don’t run away. You let yourself burn with him.

Burn with them, because Neytiri has already been there too.

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CHAPTER TWO: Delicate | hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

Delicate | hwang hyunjin x fem! reader

"This ain't for the best, my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me"

- Delicate, Taylor Swift

Summary: Moving to Seul wasn't something that Selene expected to do, but her broken heart and tired soul were craving for peace. She didn't even think too much about it: she simply saw an opportunity that would let her hide from the media and Hollywood for some time and took it. However, she will have to make a decision by the end of the year and she hopes that, when the time comes, the same world that was hating on her right now would forget everything. Maybe she wasn't meant to be an actress, but she was sure she wasn't meant to be loved. At least, that was what she thought before meeting an idol who wasn't treating her like a broken and pitiful person.

Words: 1.8k

Genre: actress!reader x idol!hyunjin, SLOW BURN, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (minors dni)

Warning: reference to Hyunjin's hiatus and depressive thoughts

Author's note: I didn't want to disappear for a whole month, but I'm in the middle of moving home and here in the new one there is a shitty connection and I managed to get a wifi just two days ago. I hope you're gonna like this update about their first little meeting! Lemme know what you think.

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End of June 2021

Hyunjin was resting on the couch of their shared dorm for the first time in months. The smell of home cooked food was invading the room while he was scrolling through twitter to see their fans’ reaction to his comeback. All the lovely messages he was receiving were warming his heart and a small smile appeared on his face. On the other side of the room, Minho was cooking and humming their new mixtape lightly.

At the very moment, their door opened, and they heard a series of noises and someone swearing against a pair of shoes.

“Innie, don’t curse!” Minho yelled from the kitchen without even glancing at the door. When he heard it, Hyunjin chuckled.

“I keep dropping everything! And I can’t take these damn shoes off” Jeongin muttered the last words while kicking off those poor shoes.

“Maybe if you bought normal shoes, it wouldn’t be a problem” the oldest said turning slightly his head towards the entrance “and there is no remedy to clumsiness”

“Unfortunately” Hyunjin commented.

Jeongin shot a glare towards him but didn’t reply. Instead, he sat next to him on the couch – or better, he tried to fit in the remaining space – and started to tell his hyung everything about his day.

“…then, something weird happened”

“What do you mean, Innie?” Hyunjin asked, bringing all his focus onto the youngest.

“Well…Beomgyu said I should not tell anyone who I saw there at their company because neither they know a lot about the situation and, well…”

“You weren’t even supposed to be there, but your friend let you in” Minho ended the sentence looking at him as if he was judging his actions.

He wasn’t. Actually, Minho wasn’t just a fan of gossip. However, Hyunjin was one of the noisiest members.

“WHO DID YOU SEE?” Hyunjin yelled while shaking Jeongin arm “This information is vital”

“No, it’s not, believe me” Minho replied back impassively as always.

“You have to keep your big mouth shut if I tell you”

“I PROMISE”

“Tsk” the oldest chuckled “that will never happen, he’ll go straight to Felix and Jisung”

“No, you can’t – both of you – you have to promise me to never tell anyone, not even the others” 

Both the members looked at each other perplexed: they didn’t understand if Jeongin was being overdramatic or simply the situation was really that serious.

“Don’t worry Innie, my mouth is sealed” Hyunjin promised, making the gesture of locking his mouth and throwing away the key. On the other side of the room, Minho just nodded.

“We were passing in front of a dance practice room when I heard a feminine voice speaking English – a well-known feminine voice – and at the beginning I couldn’t pinpoint out whose voice was, but then I saw her” Jeongin stated while playing with his ring “she was talking with Jungwon e Sunoo and the other members of Enhypen were resting; I think they’d just finished practicing”

“Jeongin, tell me who the hell was, the suspense is killing me!” Hyunjin whined receiving a slap behind the head by Minho who got closer in the meantime.

“It was Selene Corti, the actress from ‘The lost wizard’…apparently she’s been working with Enhypen since March, but the other artist in Hybe cannot talk to her or the other way round and they cannot ask any question regarding her presence, not even telling someone outside the company about it”

“Did Beomgyu also tell you the concept of their next three comebacks?” Minho asked ironically. Instead, Hyunjin didn’t say anything because he was waiting for further details or explanations.

Jeongin looked offended “Beomgyu and I are friends! We tell each other stuff!”

“Top secret stuff apparently” the oldest shook his head lightly “why are you even telling us this? Didn’t he say that it’s supposed not to be known outside their company?”

“And this is why we never gossip with you, hyung” Hyunjin said while rolling his eyes.

“I’m telling you because…I don’t know, it kind of upset me” Jeongin admitted frowning and resting his hands on his thighs “I mean…apparently, she’s one of Enhypen’s new choreographer but she won’t be receiving any credits or whatsoever and she can’t really interact with anyone but the members”

Silence filled the room and the only noise that could be heard was the steak frying on the fire in the kitchen.

“I mean, they are treating her like she’s a criminal, what did she do?”

It was a rhetorical question; in fact, the two older members didn’t answer. A year before, all the media were writing articles and pages about Selene Corti – like they always did – but that time it was nothing positive. Moreover, it reached its peak back in February after the actress came back from a six-months stay in a rehab structure and it was announced that her relationship with the co-star Jake Mackenzie ended. Immediately after some days of bad press, it was announced that her upcoming movies were put on hold, and she disappeared from all social media and also her house back in London was sold. It’s been months since that happened and no one knew where she was, not even her celebrities’ friends. However, the press was still coming up with the most absurd and image damaging articles every day and it seemed unlikely for them to stop anytime soon.

They stay quiet for some time reminiscing about that period of time which was equally bad for all of them. February wasn’t just a dark month for that actress, but also their group went through a scandal that forced Hyunjin to leave the dorm until not so many days ago and forbade him from participating in “Kingdom” and other group schedules. 

“We don’t know her personally, but don’t you two think that…everything that happened to her in these past months is unfair? I mean…what was her fault?”

“She just dated the wrong guy” Minho said slowly “she was young, she fell in love with a scumbag who is going around doing interviews over interviews telling disgusting things about her pretending there aren’t videos all over internet of him cheating and yelling at her during the Oscar night”

“That’s what i think too, but why-”

“They’re shitting on her because she’s younger and a woman” Minho said matter of factly and sighed disappointed in society “poor girl…if she’s here working for Hybe and decides not to receive any credits for her job she must be really tired” 

Between the two members, the conversion kept going on, but Hyunjin didn’t participate. He kept thinking about his hiatus, the things he thought about - and never revealed to anyone - and his decisions. 

Is she thinking the same things? 

At the same time, Hyunjin felt a little bad for her because it seems like she was there alone and none of her so-called friends knew about her whereabouts. At least, he had the members through all of it. 

She must have at least one person who got her back.

Or did she not?

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Hyunjin covered himself up from head to toes like he used to do during his hiatus. At that time, he couldn’t be seen around - he didn’t want to be seen around by anyone - as if it would attenuate the rumors and the mediatic hate. Even though he was officially back, he still felt a bit uneasy and preferred to cover up even for simply going to a convenience store for a midnight snack. At this hour there weren’t lots of people around, even less at his usual convenience store which wasn’t the closest to their dorms but the distance from it wasn’t that great either. Although he had to walk for fifteen minutes, he was grateful to be left alone with his thoughts. Going back to share his everyday life with the members was a blessing, but at the same time it was testing his new boundaries which he built meticulously during his isolation. Even though he could feel that the others were walking on eggshells with him, he still felt as if they were asking and saying too much. All these thoughts made him sound like a total ungrateful asshole, but he couldn’t stop himself from feeling those weird emotions; so, he started to go to this convenience store more frequently. During his half an hour of walk plus the time he would spend inside of it, he gathered his thoughts and tried to name what he was feeling and how to go back to be his usual less rigid - less awkward - less afraid self. 

This  night was supposed to go the same way as always, until he bumped into someone just as covered up as himself. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, really really sorry” a feminine voice said in Korean with a weird accent while the owner of it in front of him was bending down to pick up whatever had fallen on the ground. He caught up on his stupor pretty quickly and he also bent down to help her out. 

“Don’t worry” he replied in English “it was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention to my surrounding” 

The girl sighed in relief - probably because the person she just bumped into knew English - and started to talk really fast out of anxiety. 

Hyunjin stared at her confused and wondered why she would be even anxious in the first place. It wasn’t like she recognized him. 

“-so, I’m still deeply sorry, I should’ve been more careful”

“Don’t worry, really, it was on me” he replied kindly, trying to reassure the unknown girl who strangely had a familiar voice and a thick British accent. 

When she heard the last words she lifted her head for the first time, so she could look at the man's face in front of her. At that moment, Hyunjin felt breathless because of a pair of deep clear and tired eyes. She was also wearing a black face mask and a hat to keep her identity a secret. In contrast to what she looked like in February, her blonde and wavy hair was cut short to her shoulder and there wasn’t a single trace of color on her clothes. She was wearing a baggy black hoodie with matching sweatpants and a pair of black gloves. 

Not a second later from his realization, her eyes widened. Quickly after she gathered all her stuff, push Hyunjin’s snacks into his hands and stood up. 

“T-thank you, sorry again” and she sprinted away towards the cashier to pay. Hyunjin stayed kneeled down on the floor - too shocked by that sudden meeting - watching her nervously putting everything in a plastic bag, then running outside. 

Even though he didn’t say anything about her during Minho and Jeongin conversation early that day, he had his own opinion on whatever happened to her, not only as a fellow celebrity but also as a fan of her. 

So, is this what it feels like to meet someone you’ve always seen through a screen and appreciate? Is it normal to think they’re more beautiful in real life (he knew he’d only seen her eyes, let the boy have his moment)? 

Is it normal to wish to have another occasion where they could speak?

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Pieces of the Night: Morning Dew, Sunrays & A Bad Moon Rising

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk!

Notes: 4.1k words. part 3 of the series that is slowly taking over my waking thoughts.

You know you aren’t in your own bed when you wake up.

The smell of musk and cologne are dead giveaways without opening your eyes, the body heat radiating at your back another one.

Besides that, you can barely think of anything else except for the painful throbbing at your temples. You groan in the back of your throat, hand covering your eyes and pressing in to ease the pressure. You feel like absolute shit and you vow that you are never drinking tequila again. The memories of last night are blurry at best and totally blank at others.

Glancing over your shoulder, you're greeted with the back of a head, dirty blonde hair ruffled as his bare back rises and falls with light snores. Memories struggle to resurface, just flashes of Rafe kissing you, hands groping you desperate and rough.  

Delicately, you slink your body out of bed, but once you do it's a mistake because holy shit your body hurts. It’s an all-over ache, muscles shivering like you have the flu. Legs protesting as you start to move about the room, a twinge of pain zipping up between your thighs.  

You almost want to go back under the warm covers, only the thought of facing Rafe sober is not an option for you. So, you gather up your belongings hurriedly.

The top you borrowed from Andi is missing and your panties but you don’t want to run the risk of him waking up, so you pick up a shirt from the floor. You also put on a grey zip-up since it’s chilly now in Chapel Hill and you don’t know how long it’ll take you to get back home, you’re sure he won’t miss it.

You don’t look back when you slip out of the door.

🌙

“I still cannot believe you slept with him!”

“I heard he’s big! Tell me it's big!”

“I’m just happy you finally got some dick.”

You roll your eyes at that last comment made by Louise, sticking your tongue out childishly. You’re all sat around the dining table, nursing hangovers over copious amounts of coffee and junk food at 1 pm.

“Yeah, but by Rafe Cameron?” Daniella tsks. “The guy's a psycho. I saw him punch out a dude for no reason.”

“Who cares?” Andi pipes up. “It’s not like she’s dating him or anything.”

“Still,” Daniella rubs at her eyebrow as she looks over at you. “I don’t trust him.”

“Dan, it was a one-night stand. He’s probably forgotten my name by now anyways.” You smile, patting her hand to pacify her worrying.

The girls hounded you for information about last night when they discovered you in bed, making coffee in exchange for the sordid details. They giggled over your wobbly legs and dark hickeys, listening intently as you told the story of last night. The modified version. How you and Rafe started talking, dancing, doing coke together before leaving with him. You’re nervous about the reactions that would ensue from the truth.

The truth: you don’t remember last night. And the parts you did; you’d rather forget.

Forget the dizzying effect he had on you, the shameless way you had moaned for it.

You don’t remember specifics, just the sensations throughout the night. Being incredibly drunk to let off stress, loose and languid with words and movements. Then the soft head buzz from the cigarette and being so close to Rafe. The shine of a key. An entirely new sensation, one you’ve never felt before. Like…floating, in a sky of warm water. Strong arms buoying through the waves, towing you from a loud living room to a quiet bedroom with a snap of his fingers.

Hushed words shared across your skin, the heavy pleasure of him inside you, fingers molding into your form. You had the bruises to confirm those hazy memories.

Not wanting to concern them, you let them believe you were soberer than you actually were. They fussed over you too much as is, the mistakes you made were wholly your own.

“Are you going to California?” Andi’s question snaps you back into the conversation. Oh, they were talking about winter break.

“Actually, my parents rented a house somewhere called the Outer Banks?” You take a sip of your coffee, trying to remember what your mother had said. “Supposed to be beachy and lowkey, I’m sure it’d be fun.”

Later and alone, you think of Rafe, wondering what he’d say next time you see him. If you see him. It was a large school with too many parties to choose from. He was a frat boy that probably has had countless one-night stands, last night couldn’t have been any different. And you were fine with that. Rafe seemed too intense for you anyways, a dark aura about him that intimidated you when you thought too much about it.  

If you’ve managed to not have met him until now, what are the chances of seeing him again so soon?

🌙

Staring out the wide picture windows of the living room, you watch the water lap at the sand before it recedes. It’s impressive that there are so many houses right on the beaches, three to four-story homes stacked on stilts to withstand the tides. Brightly colored siding with wrap-around pouches for each level, sand-dusted stairs leading to the water, cottages on steroids with towers and windows.

It felt like you were dropped in the middle of a Nicholas Sparks book.

A few windows are open to let in the fresh breeze, smelling the salt and hearing the waves ripple. The vaulted ceilings echo the cries of seagulls, the cozy coastal design making you want to melt into the couch.

You’ve been in the Outer Banks for a few days, the view of the ocean so unbelievably close was breathtaking each time you saw it. It was quiet here, warm tranquility that had you lazing around the house. Not doing much other than spending time with your family.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?” Due to the open floor plan, when you look over your shoulder you can see your sister take water out of the fridge. She throws a teasing smile. “Promise to be patient.”

You snort, remembering the last time you went golfing with them. It ended with the two of you arguing to tears and abandoning the game.

“Oh, Lauren leave her alone.” Your mom tuts as she walks in, followed by your dad.

“What are you going to do today?” Dad asks, smiling gently.

“I don’t know, might walk the beach or something.”

“Well, just be careful. And put on sunscreen, and –”

You don’t really listen as mom continues to talk and gather her things, already heard the same demands being made for the past week. Regardless, you nod along to her words until they’re leaving out the front door, calling out ‘love you’s and ‘good luck'.  

Though you love your family dearly, it's nice to have some alone time without your parents hovering over you, or Lauren wanting the latest gossip.

After you change into a sweater and shorts, you head down to the garage where there’s various outdoor equipment for free use. Picking the baby blue bike with a wicker basket will be perfect for a peaceful ride around town.

It’s mild and sunny, the direct hit of the rays warming you while the breeze cools you, admiring all the houses scattered about. After a while, shops begin to pop up, the coastal style similar to the surrounding residences. Passing by cute restaurants and even a sheriff's office that you mistake for a house.  

You’re so busy taking in the scenic view that you don’t see the jagged rock that punctures your front wheel, quickly losing control and toppling over.

“Argh!”

It’s too late to catch yourself, your cheek skids across the pavement, kneeing the ground hard as the bike crashes alongside you. Groaning, you hoist yourself up to your butt, waiting for the world to stop spinning. You gingerly touch at your face, hissing and pulling it back to see bits of blood smeared on your fingertips. You mutter as you move your knee around, concluding it’ll be fine, just bruised.

You hear a rumble, and as it gets closer you lift up your head to see what car and its passengers are to witness your terrible fumble. It’s an old Volkswagen van and surprisingly, it’s pulling off the road and stopping.

Two boys hop out, beachy and blonde as they jog over to you.

“You ok?”

“Nah, bro, she just did a 360 with that thing!”

“It’s called being polite, man.”

“Polite my ass, it’s a stupid fucking question. The girl has blood on her face!”

“JJ, don’t be a dick –”

“I’m not, just stating a fact –!”

“I’m ok,” You finally say, breaking their bickering.

Both boys turn their attention back to you, the one with the bandana leaning down to help you up. Once on your feet, you brush yourself off, more scraps along your legs from the gravel.

“That shits ruined,” The one with the red baseball cap states, nodding down to the bike.

You curse as you see the busted tire, toeing at it with your shoe. Totally ruined. You sigh, mind running through what to tell your parents, the cost it would be to fix it.

“Do you need a ride back home?” Bandana suggests with an easy smile.

Maybe you shouldn’t get in a van with two unknown males but they have an open air of friendliest that has you agreeing. They introduce themselves as JJ and John B. The van is comfy and bounces with each little bump, but the ride is made fun by the way they fight like an old married couple, laughing on the way. When you turn up to your road stretched with houses, JJ lets out a low whistle.

“Should’ve known you were a kook,” He utters but gives a quick wink.

“Huh?”

“Oh, never mind, a touron.”

“He means a tourist,” John B clarifies after a smack to JJ’s chest.  

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am.” You awkwardly reply, not sure if it's good or bad slang for you.

Parking in front of the house, you all jump out. John B lifts the bike out and carries it to the inside of the garage. JJ follows leisurely, a blunt hanging from his lips as his eyes roam over you.

“There’s a kegger tonight,” He blows a thick cloud out. “You should come.”

You don’t know these boys but they seem completely harmless, so you grin. “Yeah, that sounds great. Can I bring my sister?”

“If she looks anything like you, hell yeah.” His smile is mischievous and cute, that southern accent working like a charm on you.

“See you tonight, then.”

You wave them off after getting their numbers, watching as their van lumbers off on the sandy pavement.

When Lauren and your parents get back home, your mom’s concern over your scrape clouds her mind over the fact that you totaled the bike. Once the pleasantries are over, you excitedly pull Lauren over to a hallway where your parents can’t hear.

Wigging your eyebrows, you whisper:

“You up for a party?”

🌙

The Boneyard, as the guys had called it, is a beach with big pieces of driftwood that surrounds a bonfire. There are plenty of people milling around, the light of the fire sparkling off the sunset waves. You feel like you're a freshman again, going in blind with one companion in a sea of strangers.

Your sandals get heavy with itchy sand as you walk, the bonfire giving little warmth as you tug at your sleeves over your hands. Lauren leads you to the keg on the other side of the circle where John B is sitting with a pretty blonde as he serves others beer. JJ is close by talking adamantly with another boy, a girl laughing at his ridiculous motions.

“Hey John B,” You wave cheerfully and then gesture to your right. “This is Lauren, my sister.”

“Hi,” Lauren smiles as he fills up her cup.

“Hi, Lauren The Sister! This is my girlfriend, Sarah.” John B and Sarah share a knowing smile, his finger tugging at a scrap of fabric tied to her neck.

JJ comes bounding over, breaking their sweet moment, and calling out your name. “You made it! With your hot sister too!”

Your sister bashfully smiles and there are more introductions made, Kiara wigging her fingers in greeting and Pope shaking your hands politely. Kie immediately starts chatting with you and find you both have a great love for the environment. You love her spunky attitude, going off on different tangents together. You can tell that the group is close-knit, making jabs at each other one minute and the next telling the great adventures they had over the summer. They’re a bit younger than you and you wonder how they were able to buy all of this alcohol.

As night settles over, more people crowd the beach, music flowing through the open space. Lauren has moved to a different group, saying she met them earlier at the golf course. They dress differently, with khakis and bright polos like they’re middle-aged men. You stay with John B and the others, liking their rowdy and humorous vibe, snickering with the girls when one of the guys does something stupid.

Sarah convinces you to shotgun a beer together, though you're not good at chugging and end up sputtering, liquid dripping down your chin. They laugh and hoot in comradery, lessening your embarrassment and you holler with them.

“Yo, Sarah, what's your bitch ass brother doing here?” JJ asks, his arms hooking over yours and Sarah’s shoulder.

Sarah sighs annoyed, her eyes darting around until they seem to find her target. “He knew we would be here.”

It's human nature for you to search for her brother though you don’t know what he looks like. But two things happen at once.

1. Sarah scoffs, “Rafe can never leave us alone.”

2. You see Rafe Cameron.    

Which can’t be possible, can it?

You're in the middle of a small beachside town you’ve never heard of and he’s here? There has to be a mistake, a doppelgänger of Rafe from afar and your mind is playing tricks on you.

There he is though, hair strands brushing along his eyebrows, pink lips parted and nostrils flared, board shoulders pulled back. He’s wearing a grey Henley and dark jeans and he’s walking straight for you. Foolishly, you freeze in place with wide eyes like watching a car crash. Worse, you're the one about to be hit and all you can do is stare at the unstoppable object coursing to you.

You feel JJ’s lips at your ear, breath tickling it as he asks if you’re alright, arm sliding down so his hand can squeeze your arm comfortingly. He says your name again, and a second voice echoes it.

“What are you doing here?” Rafe looks just as confused as you, but with irritation bleeding in as well. With him up close now, his eyes solely focused on you. His eyebrows slightly furrowed as his tongue rolls down on his bottom lip, eyes darting down to your arm and then back to your face.

You can’t help the heat that builds in your chest remembering that tongue on your skin, those teeth that seemed like they wanted to puncture you.

“You know this kook douche?” JJ’s astonished question has you breaking out of your trance.

“We go to the same school…” You trail off, giving Rafe a shy smile.

“Oh, I know Y/N very well.”  

The implication is clear. You're not ashamed of having a sex life but the way Rafe says it has humiliation licking at your face. You can’t unglue your eyes from Rafe’s, willing tears not to come from his leer at you. Grimacing, you cross your arms together, your body reclining back but Rafe follows you like gravity. When JJ feels you shift in discomfort, he stands tall and shoulders his way in front of you and Sarah.

“How about you go back to daddy’s house and stuff your nose with coke, hmm?”

Rafe’s gaze unlocks from yours to sneer at JJ. “At least I have the money to afford it you dirty pogue.”

JJ shoves Rafe and yelling commences as John B and Pope are hasty to join, blocking you as Kie comes to tug at you, whispering furiously what happened? Clearly, your new friends don’t like him, there’s bad blood between them, so quietly you tell the girls, “We slept together. Once.”

More frenzied questions are thrown your way but you’re too overwhelmed to answer. With the shock of seeing Rafe fading away, you frown at the animosity he has for them. You had assumed when John B and JJ talked about it, that it was a hometown rivalry, the old tale of rich versus poor. But with the way Rafe is priming for a fight, it appears to run deeper than that, something you wouldn't be able to understand as an outsider.

Doesn’t make it any less stupid.

Rafe is completely engaged now with JJ and John B now, Pope holding Kie and Sarah back as they’re all shouting. Racking a hand through your hair agitated, you turn and walk away, listening to the words of kook and pogue repeat over themselves.

You walk down to the shore, cold water seeping into your sandals. Arms crossed tightly to your chest, your mind whirls with the pure odds of vacationing in Rafe Cameron’s hometown. The weird coincidence of him being here tonight. This is not the same Rafe you met on Halloween night or the week before, sure he wasn’t the friendliest but he seemed to listen and you liked that. This was the Rafe Daniella warned you about. Your thoughts block out the shouting, so perhaps that’s why you don’t respond to it when it gets closer.    

“Hey! Hey!”

Fingers wrap around your upper arm, spinning you on the spot and coming face to face with an out-of-breath Rafe.

“Where in the hell are you goin’?” Rafe grounds out through clenched teeth.

“What and stay for that pissing contest?” You ask sarcastically. Pulling your arm down to try and dislodge his grip. Instead, he jerks you closer. “Let go of me.”

“I – what happened to your face?” The switch from anger to worry is unsettling, lowered eyebrows rising up on his forehead. His hand comes up to brush his fingers at your cheek, a ghost of a touch. You push his hand away, glaring up at him.

“A bike.”

He sighs, hard. “Listen, you need to stay away from them. They’re pogues, they –”

“I don’t care! They’re people, Rafe. They’re nice. And you can’t tell me what to do.”

“So, so – what? You're just gonna sneak away like you did that morning?”

For once, a bubble of guilt pops in your stomach for leaving him like that, with no phone number or anything. You give up on moving your arm, it's starting to hurt. Slumping your shoulders, you divert your gaze to the ground.

“It was one night Rafe. We were both drunk and…”

“I wasn’t.”

“And high, so, like –” You stop, scrunching your eyes closed in bewilderment with a shake. “What?” Shooting your eyes back to him, the careless demeanor you find disturbs you.

“I wasn’t drunk. Or high.”

It takes you a slow moment to comprehend his words. You sputter out air, a panic-filled laugh pushing its way out.

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

“No…” He says deliberately, smile creeping up. “…But I’d sure like to fuck you again.”

You ignore that. Letting it go through one ear and out the other. Your mind is too busy running through your database of facts about that night.

You were drunk. Rafe got you high. Took advantage of you. But why then –

“Why are you telling me this?” You breathlessly ask.

“You think your new friends would like you if they knew what a real kook you are?” He hooks a thumb back to indicate to the others, sitting along the driftwood.

You can see JJ waving his hands around, punching at the air with animated faces. John B and Pope are playing along, laughter resonates with the wash of the waves. They’re good people, you knew it within hours of meeting them. You want them to like you, to accept you as one of them, but you’re only here for vacation.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m leaving after New Years and never coming back.”

Especially since you're here, you think it's in your best interest not to vocalize that.

Rafe nods understandingly, tongue in his cheek as he contemplates you. With his grip squeezing more, he pulls out his phone, the artificial light casting a blue tint on his pale skin. Rafe’s smile is mean when he turns the screen to you.  

“Then you won’t mind if I show them this?”

The world standstills as you look back at yourself. Except you’re not yourself.

The bright flash from the camera illuminates a warm radiance across your naked skin that’s laid across black sheets. Hair swirled around you like a dark halo, face turned to the side, eyes closed with arms up over your head, and from the loose curl of your fingers, you know you’re asleep. Blackness borders the lines of your body like it's edging to engulf you whole but your skin beams its way through. The angle is above you and tilted back an inch; hickeys on display, nipples softened and legs parted open for a peek between your thighs. Most disturbingly, large amounts of white splotches stain across your chest down to your thighs, though you assume it doesn’t go further because the picture is cut off at your knees.

“Really do look like an angel with all that white on you.”

You don’t think to do it. The palm of your hand just happens to smack him. The sting doesn’t bother you, only fuels your hurtful indignation and you bare your teeth at him. A part of you happy as Rafe works his jaw back and forth, his skin reddening, eyes as dark as the night filled ocean.

“Delete that right now! Right now, Rafe!” You push at his chest, once, twice. “I cannot believe you took that picture you fucking perv –”  

“I rather save it as my lock screen.” Rafe spits out. “Show your pogue friends. Think they’ll still like you if I do? Huh?”

Rafe shakes your body, your neck whiplashing from the power behind his hands. Your hair is a mess, strands stick to your face as you breathe out harshly. You let your head rest back as Rafe looms over you, eyes locked in a death stare.  

You don’t know what he wants from this. Just the simple pleasure of being a dick? Of thinking he can blackmail you with one picture? It doesn’t make sense, but right now, all you care about is getting away from him.

“They know you better than I do.” You say carefully, heart pounding at your sternum. “I say one word to them and they’ll be on my side.” It’s your turn to smile mean. “In fact…JJ! Pope! John B!”

Crying out their names in anguish, you renew your struggles against Rafe. You're on the outskirts of the party, the open air carrying your voice like wind. Their turns head and in a flash, they’re up and running towards you. Too shocked from your cry for help, Rafe’s hand loosens and that’s all you need. Quickly you dart around him, tears in your eyes as you run to them, feet slipping through the sand, making you stumble a few times.

JJ and Sarah lead the pack, JJ taking the brunt of your force from running straight into him. Your body wouldn’t stop running until it knew you were clear from danger. Leaning into JJ’s side, his arms wrap around you softly as everyone’s voices jumble in alarm, John B and Kie yelling insults at Rafe to go away.  

“He – he’s threatening to show you a picture of me…” Your voice is shaky and high, unable to look at them and crushing your face into JJ’s shirt. More tears fall now that you’re away from Rafe, shivering from the adrenaline pumping through you. You don’t elaborate, though you don’t think you have to as multiple voices soothe you, hands rubbing at your hair, your back.  

Laying your cheek on JJ’s bicep, your face turned away from the protective circle they’ve created, you watch as Rafe boils in rage from afar, knowing he’s outnumbered. Arms bulging with clenched fists, mouth a thin line, body vibrating with anger. Your eyes meet. With tears running down your face, you smile. Stealthily, you raise your arm and flick him off.

[vividsekai]

HELLO! may i request how tsukasa tenma, an shiraishi and mizuki akiyama would be with a s/o who gets warm cheeks when they compliment/are affectionate with them? just a reader who gets red faced easily! THANKSSSS

with an s/o who gets flustered easily

— [🌸] character/s. tenma tsukasa, shiraishi an, akiyama mizuki

contents. headcanons, fluuuufff

info. gn!reader, established relationship, use of nicknames [ie, muse/whatever the hell mizuki comes up with] in all three scenarios. they're all just dorks :] word count: 391 (tsk), 313 (an), 237 (mzk)

authors note hello hello!! this has been in my drafts for so long aaaa im so sorry ive been having a hard time getting out of writers block TT im trying to catch up with finishing (yes, for real this time AKJSJSJ) all the requests in my inbox but with school starting i can't really promise anything yet :’) anyways, i hope this is to your liking anon!

UPDATE THIS DRAFT LITERALLY GOT WIPED OUT 3 TIMES ATP I SHOULD JUST START WRITING ON DOCS BC RAHHHHHHHH

congratulations you're dating the happiest person on earth

HES SO SO HAPPY. GENUINELY YOU GOT HIM GIGGLING AND KICKING HIS FEET WHEN HE'S THE ONE WHO MADE YOU FEEL LIKE THIS FIRST???

he dishes compliments out like crazy once he learns this information 😭😭 good luck trying to stop him, he WILL find new ways to express his love to you in different words. one, bc he can and two, so he can see you getting visibly flustered. its hitting two birds with one stone!

has a very big collection of nicknames for you just so he could see your reactions to them. these literally range from “WAHAHAHAHAHA [NAME] MY BELOVED MUSE!!!” to “[name] my everything my world my honeybo—” which cues a surprised HUH???? from you

very affectionate with you as well!!! hugging, kisses, hand-holding, a lot of times he just does it subconsciously so he doesn't really notice you being flustered after awhile. will probably be confused as to why you wont respond to him and then turns his head to look you at the eyes only to be greeted with you looking away immediately, with you feeling your cheeks suddenly warm up from all the affection

“oh. OH” –tenma tsukasa 2k22, arguing with himself in his head wondering if he did something wrong until he realized what was happening

if you aren't big on physical affection, like i said, man's vocabulary is ready to express everything through words. i swear to god everyday he comes up with something out of the blue KAJSJDJ

ONE MORE THING. do NOT let this boy and his confident demeanor perceive you, he will literally melt if you give him the same treatment

be the first one to initiate any affection? he is smiling. he can feel his face start to hurt for a bit because of how wide his smile is but he's over the moon. actually might cry /j

you drop by phoenix wonderland to cheer him on while he's practicing one of his upcoming roles? he's going to give the audience the show of their lifetime tbh

you call him by a nickname? WAIT HE FELL OFF THE STAGE—

he tries to be cheeky but it’s over for him once you bring any of these out. your guys' relationship is literally flustered (loud) x flustered (looking away) and i will die on this hill

RUN AWAY WHILE YOU STILL CAN SHE WILL NEVER LET YOU LIVE THIS DOWN

probably shed a tear when she saw how cute you were looking red-faced, your previous demeanor changing into a more bashful one. oho? what's this? ♪

lots of teasing towards you once she finds out that you get flustered by her actions (and words). you're on the verge of exploding while she’s walking away from you all smug 😭😭

will 100% amp the teasing up once she sees akito in her sight. IM SORRY THERES NO GETTING OUT OF HERE SHE WILL CLING ON YOU AND BE OUTWARDLY AFFECTIONATE FOR THE REST OF THE DAY TO ANNOY HIM

not that she's only doing this to irritate him!! no no dont get her wrong she would've been stuck by your side like a koala the whole day anyways (also, she's not exactly denying the fact that she's perhaps teasing you on purpose tho. menace)

also another one who has lots of nicknames for you. most of these are so obnoxiously bad sweet but she just can help herself 😭 shes just whipped for u okay

loves pda!!! will pick you up and twirl you around when she sees you. not even 24 hours passed yet she acts like its been years since you've last seen eachother (why's she so dramatic /affectionate). also really likes wrapping an arm around you out of the blue. it always ends up startling you, and you end up scolding her to not just do that so suddenly.

(no, she’s not listening)

is kinda dense so she'll probably say something so stupidly smooth without even realizing. wait, why are you looking away from her??? h-hold on why’re you heading out?? DONT LEAVE HER HERE WAIT UP KWKJDJD

cue a little sigh coming from ken who watched all the chaos unfold from behind the counter. ah, young love

unlike the other two, they're pretty unfazed with it! they already tease their friends niigo + kamikou friends so this isn't really that much of a big deal for them

but also out of all three, they are the one who'd mercilessly make fun of you the most without hesitation (lovingly ofc)

really likes all your reactions towards their teasing. they think its adorable how you'd try to hide your face from them KAJSJS they can still see it pretty well y’know (￣▽￣) /

not very physically affectionate but would definitely wrap their arms around you from time to time to catch you off guard! what started as poking fun at you eventually turns into a long needed cuddling session for the both of you <3

not very big on the nickname department, they prefer calling you by your name but sometimes they end up calling you some ridiculous nickname that makes you wanna crawl away and hide to be never seen again. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY ‘MY LITTLE POOKIE POOKIE’ ????

i could picture them saying some really romantic stuff while gifting you matching accessories or smth and then turning away saying “what? dont get so shy now ♪”

OH BUT IF YOU REPLY BACK WITH A PLAYFUL COMMENT OF YOUR OWN? probably one of the only times you'll see them lose their composure ♪～(´ε｀ )

now its your time to get back at them!!

[lewdpromise]

> The Rings Stay On🤤😮‍💨<

POV: Eddie can't fucking resist you, even at school.

(All copyrights and ownership belongs to me, originally uploaded to my Wattpad @ LewdPromise. !!!>MINORS DNI<!!! I'll poke you with a sharp stick istg. Anywhoooooo Enjoy <3 !!! )

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The morning was simply gorgeous, the sun was rising above the trees , and there was a slightly chilly fog in the air . I stepped out of my car , as I locked it and walked towards the school the morning dew got my gray vans wet . It reminded me of just how much I was glad summer was coming to a close. I sighed and tucked my keys into my coat , squinting as I covered my eyes to look around the lot. 

I spotted Eddie from a mile away, how could I not? His denim vest seemed to have adorned a few more patches , his hair was extra frizzy today ( how does it even manage ?!) and he was sitting on top of the table with his select friends making some wild hand gestures. I chuckled as his hair bounced against the D.I.O patch while he threw his arms up and jumped on top of the table. I could tell they were either discussing an upcoming gig, or some crazy ass campaign for another round of nerdy death matches . 

As I got halfway towards the school I peeled my eyes from him. I'd been totally oblivious to the fact that I'd been staring at him. I can't deny I'd been feeling far too warm around Eddie since I met him last school year. Every time he cracked that freakish smile I felt it soften my mood, and loosen other areas.. GOD , I need to fucking stop. It's never going to happen! He might be extremely flirty and hated by most but I'm sure his standards are wayyyy higher than me. I relaxed my shoulders and continued walking towards the school.

 Considering my hopeless crush on Eddie , I decided to ignore him and try to walk into the school unnoticed . Little did I know , Dustin had informed Eddie of my totally horned up eyes dragging up and down his body during his antics on the table. Munson didn't even see me but he already had his eyes set on me. 

Eddie got up from his seat at the picnic table and walked up behind me, his air-walks gently padding along the grass. He turned back to the  table to give his friends a look as he did some ridiculous strut for a moment. I could feel him before I heard him, his hot breath fell on my neck as he pressed his body earnestly into mine. He quickly pulled me around the corner of the building. I went to bitch whoever it was out , but a yell barely escaped my throat before I shuddered at the feeling of them sliding one hand around my throat, the other wrapping around me to slide beneath my shirt.

I smelled cigarettes , leather, and musky cologne . I knew instantly who it was. Eddie Fucking Munson. His cold rings made my whole body shiver as he slid his hand farther up my front. I’d been dreaming of this for too long. Did he read my body language? Or is he just fucking with me..I whimpered, causing him to tighten his fingers around my neck. Eddie quickly turned me around and slammed my body against the wall, his hand never leaving my throat. 

"Tsk-Tsk-Tsk. I'm afraid if you make too much sound someone will hear us, and we don't want that do we?"

I could see that wicked grin spread across his face as he watched my reaction. My knees buckled slightly and I brought one hand up to hold his wrist. My eyes were as wide as saucers at the fact that Eddie Munson was touching me..He cocked his eyebrows and laughed

"Ohhhh I see. You WANT to be found . It would just soak your panties to be caught pinned beneath Eddie "THE Freak" Munson, am I right ? Do you think I don't know about the looks you've been giving me Y/N ? The way you could've had drool falling from your lips as I stuck my tongue out and gave Jason devils horns?”

“You practically rip my denim and leather off any time I'm not looking at you I hear."

I bit my lip and looked up at him, I saw lust flash through his eyes. I had a completely panicked internal dialogue

 'Holy shit. THIS is really happening .. he's making. A move on me .. his fucking hand is wrapped around my THROAT!'  

I parted my trembling  lips before I spoke

" Eddie.. this is so wrong. I.. I can't deny that I have feelings for you. I'm way beneath you though. And yet my body begs for you, seeing that bandana in your pocket.. The thought of being caught beneath you is daunting. " 

I tilted my head down to look up at him through my eyebrows , as a sign of submitting to him. Eddie threw his head back and laughed. 

Though his smile quickly faltered and he tilted his head , looking at me sideways between narrow eyes. Eddie swiftly slid his knee between my legs and pressed me deeper against the bricks. His rings had grown warm against my throat.

"Youuuu , are perfect. I don't consider myself to be in any leagues .You're entirely demented for thinking you aren't good enough for me. You're perfect. I'd be more than happy to fulfill your.. oh I mean fill your needs. "

Eddie seemed entirely too amused with himself as he made that last comment. He sighed and released me, his chest heaving as he flopped his ass down onto the table in the alleyway between the school buildings. Hearing him tell me I was perfect healed any insecurity I had lurking.

"Eddie.. I don't know what to say. I've been doubting myself for weeks and I never would have imagined a man like you touching me. I figured you picked up plenty of chicks 10x hotter than me at your gigs. Even if this doesn't lead anywhere , I fucking want your body. You can break my heart after if you want , but I need you" 

He leaned his head against the cold brick. I wasn't sure if I had upset him or what until he looked up at me and began to gently pat his legs, resting his hands on them as that damned smile returned. I could tell that Eddie was signaling for my thighs to replace his hands as his smile turned somewhat , if not completely demanding . He winked at me . Always so damned flirty. I seriously could faint because of the sex appeal that this man SCREAMS.

I swallowed my nerves and stepped over to him , slowly climbing on top of him. Eddie leaned back on his arms and let a muffled groan escape his lips once my body settled on his lap. I could feel him half hard through those thick denim jeans. God this man was impressive , hilarious , and entirely intimidating .

"I just want to set a few things straight . First things first, I don't "pick up chicks'' at my gigs. We actually get a crowd of about fiiive.. drunks. Second , I would never break your heart. Third, what exactly do you think this bandana means sweetheart?"

I fidgeted in his lap and messed with the collar on his denim vest , feeling completely flushed at the thought of explaining what I thought Eddie was going to do to me .. or has done to others. 

"Thank you Eddie, for all of that. And well.. considering I've spent too many of my days staring at you before you even acknowledged my existence .. I did my homework on you. It's a black bandana in your LEFT pocket . That means you're- you're a uhm.. a heavy Sadism & Masochism top.. right?"

My face quickly warmed into a heavy pink color as he bit his tongue between the corner of his teeth. His eyes had that flash in them once again. 

"Wow, I've gotta say. I'm totally impressed . You've got that one correct I'm afraid . One more thing, what do you think I'm dreaming of doing to your body?" 

Eddie cocked his head and looked me over subtly . I felt like I was going to simply burst from the fucking tension. He wants me to actually explain what I THINK he's going to do?! Good christ .. I took a deep breath and pinched my wrist behind my back to gather the courage to talk to this leather clad man. Eddie saw I was about to speak and his eyes opened wide like a curious puppies . FUCK he's so hot. 

"Well.. I know for a fact you own metal handcuffs with long chains attached . I could only assume those aren't for uhm… decoration. Other than that I- I uh.."

Eddie placed a finger to my lips and hushed me . Relief flooded through me as I realized he could see how nervous I was to be here with him, saying such things. He moved his hand and placed his thumb against my bottom lip , gently pulling on it . He was clearly eye fucking my mouth before looking me in the eyes and speaking in a low voice ,

" Ding Ding Ding! You're correct again. Damn you're smart , too bad you didn't agree to be on my campaign baby. Now let's see, what am I going to do to you? Seeming as you're totally choking on your fucking lust I'll spell it out for you. I would hurt you, with consent of course. I'm would gag you and bind you , and bruise your body. I'll leave bite marks and scratches and welts. These rings would be imprinted in your skin for weeks baby." 

I could feel my vagina pulsing deep within me, tingles shot through my entire body and my thighs tightened against his own. Eddie bucked his hips into me and bit his bottom lip, slowly sliding his thumb between my lips and into my mouth, he tilted his head up and whispered, 

" suck "

I could've cried. I was so revved up by him. His ring rested on my chin and I swirled my tongue around his thumb. Moaning softly , I let myself grind against his now fully hard member. Eddie rested his free hand on my hip and dug his fingers into my v-line. 

"I'm going to chain you up, and listen to them rattle as your filthy fucking cries flood the air. You'll be worshipping me when I'm done with you" 

I wiggled my hips and pulled away from his hand, freeing my lips from his teasing to say ,

"Eddie Munson, I already fucking worship you. My body is yours to use you filthy metalhead freak" 

He rolled his shoulders back and laughed once again, obviously full of himself . Although to be fair .. how could he not be? I might as well have been praying at his feet. 

"I know that, it's obvious . Hardly anybody looks my way twice . But you.. you seem to always be  looking at me from a crossed the cafeteria like you're mentally ripping me apart." 

Eddie sighs,  his hot breath on my neck driving me mad. The urge for this man to ravish my body is impertinent compared with my morality. But the lustful aura he emits is intoxicating. The cigarette stench of his faded leather coat ,and the shaggy hair so inviting... This man defines lust, and domination. I attempt to swallow the fear and whisper,

" make me your  v i c t i m~"

Eddie cocks an eyebrow and drags a hand through his thick hair. Shaking his head with a smile of disbelief.

"You'll be begging me to stop"

I bat my eyelashes a few times , dumbfounded that he thinks I'd EVER ask him to stop.. 

"Is that a challenge ? I can take you Munson, I've been getting myself off to it for longer than I care to admit"

Eddie cracks a wide smile and I can see the shock of craving run through his body. He wraps a hand around the back of my head and harshly pulls my hair . His fingers coil through the strands and those rings he wears pull even more. Before I have a moment to decide what he's going to do his lips envelop mine. Eddie devours the taste of my mouth. Wasting no time , his tongue asks for entrance at my lips and I fully obey. 

I feel him begin to dig his fingers deeply into the crease of my hip as he pushed me into his cock. The sensation of Eddie's bulge rubbing against my clit makes me moan into his mouth. He swallows the sounds with devotion. I'm helpless to him, all I can do is sit here like a toy and let him do whatever he pleases.. I'm fully aware that my panties will be wet for atleast well after first period because of this. Eddie's hand leaves my hip as it slides up beneath my skirt , I feel his nimble fingers trace circles between my pussy and my inner thigh.

(The rings stay ON. 🤤😮‍💨)

 I pull away from the kiss for but a moment and suddenly I find he's slipped his middle and ring finger into his mouth . I gasp at the implication but I find his hand being harshly pressed over my mouth. I already miss the feeling of Eddie pulling my hair but quickly buckle on top of him as he slides his hands under my panties and rings both fingers around my entrance. 

Eddie pants in my ear as he inserts his fingers inside of me . He begins to slowly scissor them , drawing filthy sounds from my mouth that are muffled by his hand. I decide to test my limits and I go to unbuckle his belt. My hands are shaking from the pleasure of his fingers inside of me. As I slip the buckle open and reach my hand into his jeans , he hooks his fingers and places a thumb on my clit. I can feel the cold metal of his rings against me. They only make the pleasure all the more intense. 

I manage to slide my hand over his throbbing dick, happy to see that he throws his head back and grunts .

“Atta girl, fuckkk . Do what you want to me baby” 

Eddie bites his lip and continues circling his fingers inside of me , but I don’t let that distract me from my goal. I wrap my hand around him and slowly work his member , letting my thumb catch on his tip. To my pleasure I drew another groan out of him. He seems to have lost a bit of resolve as his hand falls from my mouth .

“Y/N .. fuck that feels good. I can’t remember the last time I was touched like this. Those fingers are dangerous. Agh-“

I smile and start to move my hips against his hand , leaving me whining like a whore . And then - Just as we’re starting to have fun..

“Hey ! Eddie , first period is in 5 ! I thought I’d save you another detention-“

Eddie panics and quickly pulls his fingers out of me, I’m fumbling to put his belt back on . But we aren’t composed enough , given how horny we are. My skirt is pulled up and my hands are messing with Eddie’s belt as Dustin walks around the corner and stops dead in his tracks. 

For a second he looks paralyzed before he yells "HOLY SHIT! I .. UhHhH! I'M SORRY!!! SHIT,SHIT, SHIT-" Dustin’s face turns beet red as he grips his hat and he runs away. 

At first I’m mortified that Eddie’s going to be pissed at me. Then he breaks out into a loud laugh ,

“HAHAHAHAHAHA, HOLY SHIT y/n! I don’t think that’s exactly who you pictured being caught by . That’s too fucking good. That little man is gonna be thinking of your ass in that g-string for near eternity !”

He rests his head on my chest and I break out in a nervous chuckle, 

“You’re exactly right , that’s NOT who I wanted to be seen by..  I was thinking Jason, or Steve. Poor Dusty. “

Eddie sniffles and chokes down the last of his laughter as he clips his belt back into place and puts his hands on my hips to guide me to my feet. Once I’m up Eddie pulls my skirt down and helps me fix up the hair that he roughed up. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart , we got interrupted just before the fun began. I’ll be thinking of you allll day. Let’s say we get to class and finish this later ?”

I smile and shake my head , completely dumbfounded with what just happened . Eddie Munson had his fingers inside of me, his dick is just as big as I’d imagined , and DUSTIN saw my ass with my hands on Eddie’s belt. What a goddamned morning . This is going to make the day very hard for me. I’m sure it’ll only make Eddie  ~hard though . I sigh happily ,

“I’m game. I didn’t get nearly what I needed from you though Eddie. You’d better finish what we started .”

I wink at him and throw my bag over my shoulder. He fixes his jacket and tucks his Hellfire shirt back into his jeans. 

We walked out from between the buildings as if nothing had happened. And nobody looks twice other than two people. Dustin, and Jason. Dustin's face is dusted pink as I look at him and Eddie waves. But I can feel Jason’s eyes burning into Eddie. 

Fucking asshole. I flip him off and yell over to him at his car,

“WHY ARE YOU STARING ?? EDDIE WON’T FUCK YOU JASON SO KEEP YOUR BEADY LITTLE EYES TO YOURSELF!” 

The schoolyard breaks out into laughter and whispers . I smile as bright as can be as Jason flips me off and shakes his head. That ignorant ass isn’t even going to respond . Guess he doesn’t think it’s worth his precious time. 

Good. 

Eddie’s head falls back as he laughs his ass off , throwing a hand over his heart and clapping me on the back.

“You are TOO fucking perfect y/n!”

Then he leans forward to whisper in my ear 

“Someone’s getting pampered for that one. Hope you enjoy this tongue as much as you did these fingers baby”

My face flushes red but I pretend my hair needs fixing and throw my head upside down to ruffle it up . I throw it back over my shoulders, managing to hide the blush, and side check him where he stands walking next to me. He stumbles to the side a bit and goes,

“Woahhh, sorry pretty lady. Didn’t mean to catch you of guard” 

Eddie smiles and twists his rings back into place , they were still crooked from his work earlier. I shrug and pop a piece of gum into my mouth ,

“Whatever Munson, I’m alright . Just try and tuck ~it~ in, you’re still uh.. anyways . Want some gum?”

He looks down and smiles a tad awkwardly as he spins around to hide him fixing his little problem in his jeans. He sighs and says, 

“Damn you’re a pain. Yeah sure gimme one !”

I toss him a piece as we group back with the D&D gang. They start chatting with us pretty quick and everyone seems totally normal, other than Dustin who’s blatantly avoiding eye contact with me. We walk into the school together and eventually get separated in the chaos of everyone getting to their lockers.  

It’s going to be a loooong day for me , huh?

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{ AHHHHH !!! I hope you guys enjoyed this , let me know if you want me to upload my other works of Eddie <3 }

[short-black-diamond]

unfortunately I am not 💘 anon but I'll manifest for them to drop an ask for you too 😭😭👍🏼

so yeah about my housemates, they're all really nice and sometimes we do stay up late and gossip about people from our uni (for example, there was this senior that was extremely rude towards one of my housemates so she ended up shit-talking that senior for 30 minutes straight)

but really, I don't think any of them are fake yk. sure, they have some annoying ass habits like not cleaning the room properly, not switching off the kitchen light and the one I hate the most is when one of my housemate (we'll call her N) brought her friend from another section of the hostel to our house without telling us💀 like, the other day, someone knocked on our door and I thought that was one of my other housemate (this one we'll call her H) that went outside to buy food. so imagine my face when I opened the door and boom, some random girl asked me "where's N?" without even a proper greeting. tbh, I don't mind if you bring your friend from other section to our house as long as you inform us. but girl, I was literally only wearing my nightgown and my hair is a mess when this random girl appeared like??? 😭😭💀

aaaaaanyways, sorry for "trauma-dumping" on you but *sigh*, yeah when you live with people, that's when you'd know their true behaviors. ok so about blue lock!

I've been seeing people on tiktok saying that kaiser will most likely get benched because of how irrational his plays are becoming in the recent chapters (him trying to steal the ball from isagi etc.) but some people said that noa wouldn't bench kaiser bc he's extremely important to bm so I'd like to know your thoughts.

in my opinion, I think noa might bench kaiser bc before the ubers vs bm match, noa had already warned kaiser that he wouldn't tolerate anymore irrational plays and him being obsessed with isagi and guess what kaiser did? make irrational plays and get obsessed with isagi! also, I think it'd be soooo funny to see kaiser's reaction when he gets benched LMFAOO bros already hanging by a thread when isagi managed to beat him in the manshine vs bm match so imagine how kaiser's gonna be like once this ubers match is over

btw I actually love kaiser but I also love seeing kaiser slander😭 I'll never forget how bro invaded isagi's personal space and made isagi have multiple mental breakdowns in the middle of a match without any remorse

- 🌷 anon

damn I hate unannounced visits from strangers too, I hope you'll be able to withstand these things, my blossoming tulip. But couldn't that girl really not say hello??? tsk, tsk, tsk, inpolite people...especially to MY BLOSSOMING TULIP

I also wish you good luck and much fun in your studies and that you won't have any bad things happening to you, my love.

About that benching stuff, damn I forgot Noa actually warned Kaiser, but yeah, it would be so much fun to see Kaiser get benched because of that. I actually also wanted Kiyora Jin to play, but Hiori was a better option according to Isagi.

however, in the latest chapter, they couldn't really do much because Oli and Kaiser messed up his goal.

Also, I hope that Hiori won't become like ness because Isagi sees Hiori as also a key to his goal, but they still miss a piece, and that makes me wonder if Kiyora wouldn't have been a better option?

There's so many what-ifs and not enough answers, my gorgeous tulip, that we'll have to wait for answers or ask other people.

Also I deleted Tik Tok because I got addicted to it lol.

-your diamond <3

[0ne4them0ney-2f0rtheshow]

my other baby got hurt!

*boogsh*

DK to Seungcheol: Cho hehe saan ka?

Seungcheol: Hosp. Bakit? Nyare?

DK: Wala naman! Napatanong lang sige, bye!

"Huy, lagot ka. Nandito daw si Cho!" DK said to Natasha.

"Gagi, wala 'yun dito. 'Di naman ako bata, peds surg 'yun."

"Kasi naman eh, binuhat mo pa 'yun, alam mo naman na mabigat! Ayan tuloy!"

A doctor was approaching them and they sat in silent. "Good afternoon, Mrs... Natasha Choi. I'm Dr. Ramos, let's see. Ano po nangyari, Ma'am?"

"I was trying to help lang naman kaso nalaglag, napaupo ako at naitukod ko 'yung kamay ko then I heard a popping sound..." DK made a tsk sound.

"Let's check po, Ma'am." He tried moving Natasha's hand pero umaaray na ito. "Ah!"

"Okay po. I'll just call po our attending to check po. I'll be right back."

They waited in silence kasi alam ni Nat na papagalitan lang siya ulit ni DK. "Uy ah, 'wag mo muna sabihin kay Cho!"

"Oo na! Magugulat na lang siya pag-uwi!"

"Ako na mag-eexplain!"

"Ikaw talaga, teh!"

On the other hand, yung intern na nagcheck kay Natasha, found Dr. Wen. "Hi, Doc. May patient po, ortho. I suspect a mild fracture on the wrist po."

"Let's see... Choi?" Binasa ni Jun habang tinitignan ang findings. Pero, tumalikod naman si Seungcheol who was behind him, "Bakit?"

"Ay, hindi ikaw. Patient ko. Choi din surname."

"Baka kamag-anak ko pala 'yan ah."

"Sus. Tara, Doc Ramos."

Sinundan lang ng tingin ni Seungcheol si Jun, at naaninag niya si DK. "What—"

Naglakad ng mabilis si Seungcheol at inopen ang curtain, he saw his wife and his friend. "Nat?! Anong nangyari?!"

"You tell him. Sabi mo diba, tsk!" DK said.

"Okay, Daddy Cho. Kalmahan po muna natin. I've seen your xrays naman na. Doc Ramos, findings please."

"I suspect po a mild fracture on the wrist."

"And what do we do with it?"

"Plaster cast po for three weeks."

"Good." Jun informed them of what to do and what not to do and some other medicine that she needs to take.

"Andiyan naman si Seungcheol to take care of you. Iwas muna sa buhat ng mabigat, okay?"

"Thanks, Jun."

When Jun left, yumuko si Natasha. DK left the two of them alone.

"So?"

"Sorry po."

"Hay nako, ang isa ko pang baby. Uwi na kita. Papaalam lang ako." Seungcheol kissed Natasha's forehead and went to find DK and to sort out the discharge papers.

Nagpaalam na si DK and told Natasha that everything's gonna be handled by him muna.

On the way home, naalala ni Natasha si Nymeria. "Oh my gosh, makikita ako ni Nym!"

"And...?"

"Wala naman. We'll see. First time niya ata makakita ng may ganito sa kamay."

"Mhmm, explain na lang natin, okay? Nat, please please call me agad kapag may ganiyan. I'm glad nothing serious pero... atakihin ata ako sa kaba."

"Sorry, love. I don't want you to worry. I'm okay, promise!" She tried lifting her forearm pero masakit pa din, so Seungcheol made a tsk sound. "Kulit talaga ng panganay ko."

"Panganay?!"

"Ikaw, panganay ko!"

"Why! I'm your wife! Anong panganay!"

"Para kang anak ko eh. Tignan mo, may cast pa." Seungcheol laughed at the confused Natasha. "For short po, you're my other baby."

"Hala, may iba pa ba!"

"Si Nymeria!"

"Ah, gets! Hayup 'to. Pag ako nagpa-baby sa'yo, baka di ka na makapasok sa work."

"Try me then."

"Mamaya. Sa bahay!"

Pag-uwi, Natasha was welcomed by Nymeria. But Nymeria was shocked at the sight of her mom with a plaster cast. "Mama..."

Niyakap ni Nymeria ang legs ni Seungcheol at tinuro 'yung kamay ni Natasha. She even made this expression: 🫢

"Dada, is Mama hurt?"

Seungcheol knelt and kissed Nymeria, "Yes, my love. Mama's hurt. So, be careful with holding her hand ha? Masakit pa kasi eh."

Natasha knelt too and told her daughter that she's fine. Pero Nymeria cupped her Mama's face and kissed her. She then hugged her and said, "Mama..."

(Reference ng reaction ni Nymeria)

Bubuhatin na sana ni Natasha si Nym pero she looked at Seungcheol as if asking her to help her carry their daughter. Seungcheol smiled at the sight of his daughter tearing up dahil nasaktan ang mama niya.

"Alright, come here, Nym."

Binuhat ni Cho si Nymeria at they all stood up. His other hand made its way on Natasha's waist and pulled her closer. He kissed her on the forehead and whispered, "Naiyak pa si Nym. Tsk!"

"Mama, I'll be your doctor! I will take care of you!"

Natasha kissed her daughter and said, "Okay, my little doctor."

Natasha whispered back to Cho, "Sorry, next time na ko magpapa-baby. My little doctor will take care of me na daw."

Seungcheol smiled at his wife and his daughter. Never a dull moment in this household and he's loving it.

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching In the Beginning

Welcome to “‘1.21 Gigawatts!’ ‘You are my density!’”: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

 Up today, s4e3: In the Beginning.

  Cas sends Dean back in time to meet his parents and his grandparents and to witness the moment when the Yellow-Eyed Demon sinks his claws into Mary.  Dean decides to try to kill YED so that he and Sam can have a normal childhood, but, of course, that doesn’t work out. We also find out that Cas likes watching Dean when he’s sleeping. But they’re just friends. Uh-huh.

 Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

   Lor:

ngggggg Cas

 Mace:

YAS

 Mace:

his LIPS

 Mace:

 I mean, honestly

 Lor:

YAAS

Lor:

tsk, Sammy, sneaking out while Dean is sleeping

 Mace:

oh Sammy, sneaking out

 Mace:

 HAHAHA

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

aw, Dean, get under the covers, baby

 Lor:

"Hello, Dean"

 Mace:

“hello, Dean”

 Mace:

 OMG

 Lor:

LOLOLOL

 Lor:

no Dean, he only likes to watch YOU sleep

 Mace:

YAS

 Mace:

 Marty McFly vibes

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

the little nods are SO GOOD

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

oh look, young John takes care of strangers better than Dad!John will take care of his own kids

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

I love that it takes Dean a minute

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

probably because based on the furniture in any house of anyone he's every liked, it still is the 70s

 Mace:

 omg yes, and all the motels

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

I love the screaming angel wings title card

 Mace:

me too!

 Mace:

 we’ve moved into the seizure-inducing era of the openings

 Lor:

LOL yep

 Mace:

 Cas’s HAIR

 Lor:

"well bend it back!"

 Lor:

YAAAAAAS

 Mace:

 I would LOVE to have that van

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

though I would take the Impala first

 Mace:

 of course

 Lor:

Dean Van Halen haaaahahahaha

 Mace:

DEAN VAN HALEN

 Mace:

 HAHAHA

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

"been any cattle mutilations in town lately?"

 Lor:

I love him

 Mace:

 SNORK

smooth, Dean

 Lor:

oh yes. super smooth, super subtle

 Mace:

 omg Dean in a mirthmobile I LOVE IT

 Lor:

YAAAAAS

 Lor:

I love Mary's shirt

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

"I'm going to hell. again."

 Mace:

“...again"

 Mace:

HAHAHA

 Mace:

 that’s hilarious because I was just thinking in the last scene, “Is John…attracted to Dean here?"

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 Mace:

 oh look, Dean’s now been abused by both parents

 Lor:

HA!

 Lor:

yep

 Lor:

"are you a hunter?" poor Dean. just upending his WHOLE life

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

"we're practically family"

 Lor:

"clearly not enough"

 Mace:

 HA

 Lor:

"Samuel and... Deanna?"

 Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

 Mace:

 omg, I don’t think I caught that the first time around

 Lor:

I LOVE that Mary named her firstborn son after her MOTHER

 Lor:

I LOVE IT

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

omg Dean's face

 Mace:

 HAHAHA YES

 Lor:

"the web of information you have assembled"

 Mace:

HAHAHA

 Mace:

 OMG FATHER!DEAN

 Lor:

OMG I forgot they both showed up separately in priest outfits!

 Mace:

 AM DED

 Lor:

"Father Chaney" haaaahahahaha

 Mace:

YAS

 Mace:

 he looks SO GOOD in that suit

 Lor:

RIGHT?!

 Mace:

 and I want Mary’s coat

 Lor:

YEP

 Lor:

dun dun DUN

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA YEP

 Lor:

that is SO MUCH fruit salad for four people

 Mace:

HA

 Mace:

 “who, where, and when” “why?” HAHAHA

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

you do not, Dean

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

"what's he like?" oh, Dean

 Mace:

 right?

 Lor:

oh DEAN

 Lor:

his FACE

 Mace:

yeah, Mary, outsiders can’t break in

 Mace:

 right?!

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 Lor:

him trying to make her not get killed in the future I CANNOT

 Lor:

OH DEAN

 Mace:

 oh DEAN

 Lor:

CAS APPEARING IN THE CAR

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

"Sam is not looking for you" OOOOF

 Mace:

 right?!

 Lor:

"oh, I care"

 Mace:

 he’ll feel guilty about it always of course

 Lor:

of course

 Lor:

god Dean's green eyes

 Mace:

 right?! He looks SO GOOD in this episode

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

man, I LOVE when he lays it all out for someone and then lowers his gun

 Mace:

YEP

 Mace:

 oh FUCK YOU SAMUEL

 Lor:

Samuel, you deserve everything you get, you putz

 Lor:

is bobby the ONLY father figure who ever tells Dean he's proud of him or similar when he's NOT possessed by a demon?

 Mace:

omg right?!

 Mace:

 Dean is SUS

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

aaaaaand now he gets to be assaulted by his grandfather. this boy needs so much therapy

 Mace:

oooh Angry Dean Thrown Against a Wall

 Mace:

 HAHAHA

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

the way this is almost sexual

 Mace:

 yeah it’s...weird

 Lor:

it is SO CREEPY

 Mace:

 SO. CREEPY.

 Lor:

god Dean's ANGER

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

Jensen kills this

 Mace:

he does

 Mace:

 oh Mary, you dummy

 Lor:

right?

 Lor:

also, why does she not remember?

 Mace:

 RIGHT?!?!

 Lor:

the Dean stuff gets wiped, but she should remember the demon deal?

 Lor:

you don't just forget that?

 Mace:

 correct

 Lor:

O.M.G. the way Cas and Dean look at each other there

 Mace:

the look on Dean’s face

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"destiny can't be changed, Dean"

 Lor:

they way this becomes the theme of the whole SHOW

 Lor:

I love it

 Mace:

then why say “you have to stop it” Cas?!

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 Lor:

so he would try, I guess?

 Mace:

 oh wait it was a reference to Sam I guess

 Lor:

I guess

 Mace:

 but it’s still bad writing

 Lor:

I feel like sometimes Cas wakes Dean up in the night now to apologize for doing this to him

 Mace:

 AW

 Lor:

i mean, it's so CRUEL. it definitely plagues Cas

 Lor:

yeah, it feels like the writing there is supposed to make you go "oh! i see" and instead you just go "eh?"

 Mace:

yep. I think we’re supposed to think it’s clever in hindsight, but instead it’s just slipshod and clumbsy

 Mace:

 wow, that b does not belong in there

  Lor:

LOL

[life-in-the-monster-haus]

Monster High the Movie Review Part 6

Spoilers ahead!

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I take it back, These are my new favorite outfits. Fan-artists!? I hope y'all are taking notes, I am not taking these meticulous screenshots for my health.

Side note: there are... a lot of sweaters and crocheted fabrics in this movie. Did this come back into vogue recently and I missed it?

There are some interesting things going on in this scene, for starters? The School can see into Bloodgoods office and I'm assuming it will snitch on whoever is in there to Bloodgood otherwise why would Clawdeen be afraid of it? It looks like it has another eye inside of the eye, which is super weird but also cool, it probably doesn't have a wide range of motion if it can't see Clawdeen when she's behind the mantel.

it's okay Frankie, I feel that way about talking to authority figures too.

Ceci Balagot once again putting his all into this performance! Frankie looks devastated at having to be social as they said earlier it's hard for them to click with others. You can feel their discomfort at the thought of having to make small talk with a teacher.

Update: a lot of so called fans claim that Nickelodeon nerfed a lot of Monster High's more edgy fashions and I'm just not seeing it. Frankie is wearing like 200 safety pins, zippers, chains and half of a tackle box. I realize y'all WANT to complain, I like doing it too. but there needs to be stuff actually worth complaining about.

Cleo is still on the Student Council! I really wish they would have put her in the outfit from the Student Disembodied Council 5 pack it would have been such a cute throw back! However I don't mind it too much because this outfit she is in here is so cute! very Boo York Boo York! I am salty she doesn't have more wraps on her but I do like that she is just oozing body glitter, Mummies need their moisturizer after all. She also tells Draculaura not to "Cleo-Patronize" her which was said by OG Cleo in New Ghoul at School when she was at her peak mean ghoul. She also says "Oh My Gods" Plural. ha! Egyptian many god humor.

Update: Apparently I can't hear, she actually says "Oh My Gauze" which is still funny because it's a pun. but not nearly as interesting as Cleo referencing her polytheistic religion.

They put so much detail into Bloodgoods office but didn't put Nightmare in there. we're halfway through the movie at this point and if she's not in it, I'm gonna be real pressed... You can't have a Headless Horseperson without their horse!

Update: Nightmare is not in the movie at all, I am pressed.

I just wanna show off these outfits again.

Bloodgood asks how Clawdeen speech is coming for the "founders day dinner" that is approaching in the next week or so and based on Clawdeens reaction she has not even thought about the speech.

Lagoona's outfit is so cute, I can't believe she is hardly in this movie. So little screen time and yet so much wrong with her, tsk tsk. I hope we see her more. I am begging this movie to prove me wrong and that she is more than just Cleo's side kick.

Update: I was unnecessarily harsh on Lagoona in this review. New information has come to light and I'll make a retraction later. but she's really fine & that outfit is super cute.

If Steven Universe has taught me anything. It's that this outfit means that this man has 2 little gay men inside of him.

This is what you writer types call foreshadowing.

Clawdeen has not worked on her speech or done her homework. this is unusual for her as OG Clawdeen had decent grades, not perfect grades, as she failed a test because she didn't study and instead stayed up to watch Americans Next Top Monster. But this kind of slacking is unusual for her and shows that her mind is elsewhere.

Part 6/?

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Yata Misaki Route Translation

A visit

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: (The third semester starts today. I need to get over the New Year as soon as possible...)

Kukuri: Good morning! Hey,Hey...I heard you're going out with Yata-kun? Is it true?

Saya: Eh!

Kukuri: That reaction! So it’s true. Wow, it's the springtime of your life, isn't it?~

Saya: Who told you that?

Kukuri: It's called "a rumor of the wind". Because girls information network is the most powerful!  

Kukuri: I never expected that Yata-kun, who's never been good with girls, would have a girlfriend~

Kukuri: Have you had your first date yet?

Saya: Um, yeah. To the fist shrine visit...

Kukuri: Oh, old-fashioned! After all, did you drew a vovit table (a wooden board dedicated to shrines for the purpose of prayers and thanks) together?

Saya: Kukuri-chan, you're biting off too much.

Kukuri: Haha, after all? Sorry-sorry!

Kukuri: I hope your love and relationship with Yata-kun will last forever!

Saya: Yeah!

Saya: Huh...Yata-kun is absent?

Anna: Yes. He called in sick.

Fushimi: Heeeh...Seems like even an idiot can catch a cold.

Anna: Yes. Be careful too, Saruhiko.

Fushimi: ...Are you mocking me?

Anna: No. I'm just worried about my students.

Fushimi: Tsk...

Saya: (Yata-kun has a cold...)

Saya: (Even the always healthy Yata-kun can get sick)

Saya: (I'm worried...I think I'll make him a visit)

Yata: What the hell, I was asleep...Who is this?

Saya: It's Konohana. I came to visit you.

Yata: Eh? A visit!?

Saya: Do you mind if I come in?

Yata: Eh, oh...Wait a minute! NO, two minutes!!

Saya: I'm sorry to bother you.

Yata: Oh, Uhm...It's dirty, but don't worry about it.

Choice: [It suits you] ♥

Saya: No, it's not. It's more beautiful than I thought it'd be.

Yata: What do you mean "More than I thought"!?

Choice: [Under the bed...] 

Saya: Are you hiding something under the bed?

Yata: I'm not! I wouldn't do something like that.

Saya: Oh, I'm sorry. ...Can I take a look, just in case?

Yata: No! What do you mean "Just in case"?...Damn.

Saya: Anna-sensei told me about your cold. Are you feeling okay?

Yata: Ahh, I'm fine now. Kusanagi-san taught me how to cure a cold.

Saya: How to cure a cold?

Yata: If you take a cold medicine and a sports drink together, you'll sweat all out and be cured in a day.

Yata: I was worried it was serious, but since I'm alive and well now, it must have worked. Kusanagi-san is amazing!

Saya: I see...That means, you can come to school tomorrow, right?

Yata: Uhm! Sorry I made you worry.

Saya: Nah. I'm glad you're okay.

Saya: I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Get some rest today, okay?

Yata: I know. Thank you for coming to visit me.

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[phoenix-of-jade]

REMINDED

GLIMPSES OF THE PAST

send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma

Xuan had been going through his stuff, cleaning things here and there around his study, when he heard a knock at the door. A bit confused, the man stopped what he was doing to look at the clock, then tell the person at the door they could come in. "The door is open, you can come in." Strange, I wasn't expecting anyone this afternoon... Could it be Mizuka forgot to write it down in my agenda? The raven haired thought to himself. He was soon going to understand why he had no clue about this visit once the mysterious guest entered the office.

"Well well well, what have we here? Hello to you too, stranger! Long time no see!" The snarky sassy voice made Xuan scrunch his nose, recognizing its owner as none other than his former long time best friend, turned now business associate, Huang Cheng. Without responding to the greeting, Xuan turned around to face the blond, arms crossed as he looked at him coldly. "What are you doing here and how have you found me?" He could've sworn that he'd erased every trace after he left, so how...?

"Tsk! What a way to greet your best friend! Come on, Xuxu! Don't tell me you've forgotten about me already?! After all we've been through together..." Cheng mewled in a pathetic attempt of sounding offended by the other's reaction, as he pulled the chair stood in front of Xuan's desk, flopping down onto it as if he was in his own home.

"Cut the crap, I asked you something. How did you find me?" Xuan was unimpressed by all that and rubbed his temples in order to calm himself down. The last thing he needed was this walking talking pain in the ass to come and bother him out of nowhere. "Pfft, you really haven't changed one bit, have you?" Cheng raised an eyebrow, but then shrugged his shoulders in defeat. "Fine, I hired someone to find me where you've decided to settle down. Although, if you ask me, I find it really stupid that I even had to do this in the first place, since we are best friends and I am your primary stock supplier! I think I deserved to know at least this tiny bit of information! Don't you think?" Frowning himself, Cheng then started fiddling with his finger nails, pretending to admire his manicure and not let the displeasure show.

Xuan sighed and sat back down himself. "You already know why I couldn't tell you. It was too risky, and that's why I am pissed off at you that you've been stupid enough to even do such a thing not even thinking about the potential consequences it could have! What if your little private investigator would've ended up selling this information further down the line, to whom it shouldn't?! Now I'd have to literally pick up shop after all the efforts I did to rebuild things and start over once again somewhere else!"

"That's why I killed him." Cheng replied unphased. "I'm not an idiot either, Xuan. I wouldn't intentionally hurt you, not unless it's the kind of hurt you like, and you know that too." The blond then grinned suggestively, rendering Xuan to roll his eyes. "Whatever... What brings you here then? I do hope you have good reasons for coming here in person and not simply writing me like I've precisely instructed you to." The young mob's reply seemed to have made his guest smile in amusement. "Why must I have a reason for being here? Can't I just see my friend? Come on Xuan! It's been 3 fucking years already! I miss you! Have you really forgotten all the nights..."

So that was it... Xuan rolled his eyes again and stopped Cheng from speaking, trying his best not to get even more annoyed. "I already told you back then and now I tell you for a second time that things between us are to remain strictly professional and nothing more! Anything that happened before I left remains in the past and I refuse to bring this up again. Am I clear?!" It really looked like the topic was starting to get on his nerves.

How rude! I bet that if it were him, you wouldn't have reacted like that! The short blond thought to himself, scoffing at the way he was being treated. "Yeah, whatever... I guess it was worth a try... Anyways, it looks like you've been doing fine. The new branch you've opened here is making good numbers and you don't seem to be too stressed. I bet you've probably even found yourself someone to date..." Cheng's blue eyes betrayed a slight hint of sadness as he locked eyes with the raven haired, then shifted his gaze towards the mountain of documents laying on Xuan's desk, which the mobster had been going through prior to his intrusion. "All in all, you look good Xuan. I am glad! Also, I see you let your hair grow back. It looks good on you."

Unimpressed by the other's compliments and comments on his current situation, Xuan didn't seem to give off any warmth or appreciation for his friend. Not saying anything, the green eyed then proceeded to pick up one of the books on the table to put it back in the shelve next to his desk. "If you're done here, I think you should be going Cheng. I am busy." His tone was cold and he didn't even bathe an eye at him before turning his back on the blond to take care of the book.

This was indeed kind of hurtful for the conceited young man whom once used to spend his entire days together with the longhaired beauty. "Yeah, I guess so... Sorry for having bothered you with my presence! I guess it really was stupid of me to think you'd even want to consider going to visit his grave together for old time's sake like we used to do every year on his anniversary. I bet you even forgot about it, given you couldn't care less about me either, and I am still alive! You owe him at least that little bit of respect after everything he's done for you!" Cheng's cold words shot like daggers through Xuan's heart, making the latter freeze on the spot, wide eyed, causing him to drop the book.

The hardcovered hit the floor with a loud "thud", before bouncing back a little from the impact and spreading open close to Xuan's foot. As it did so, in the fall, something slipped from within its pages, drawing Cheng's attention. Seeing such a visceral reaction from his friend, the blond stopped to look at him again, having now second thoughts about his choice of words. Maybe he'd been too harsh after all, saying that...

"Ah, looks like you've dropped something!" Cheng hurried to help Xuan pick up the book, to which the raven haired didn't seem to have any reaction, staring blankly into space for a moment. Had I really forgotten? No, it couldn't be! Cheng must be wrong or he said it just to get back at me! The thoughts ran like an avalanche through Xuan's mind and he only snapped out of it at Cheng's next exclamation. "Ah! I can't believe you still have this!"

Xuan turned his eyes to look at him. Cheng was now stood next to him, holding the book in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. "Man, look how young we were in this one! I think this could even be the first one we ever took! Xia looked soo cheerful in this one! He'd always had a soft spot for you!" The blond was now all smiles, staring with nostalgic eyes at the paper that turned out to be an old photo.

The picture depicted a group of three young boys that couldn't be older than 9 or 10 years old, smiling and chit chattering in high spirits. On the left, the tallest and probably eldest of the three, a brunet with soft brown eyes and a warm smile, was touching the middle kid's shoulder in a comforting and friendly manner; the middle child, a shy looking boy with bright green eyes and long black hair braided into a long ponytail, was looking back at him with a faint smile, seeming appreciative of the kindness and warmth displayed by the former; and finally, on their right, the last boy was gesticulating in a lively manner, leaning towards his two friends, as he seemed really caught up in whatever they must've been talking about, shedding his own thoughts on the matter with a firey passion, his bright blue eyes gleaming with excitement and joy and his own braided light brown hair following the motion line of his body. They all had the distinguishable feature of the same dark green and black Chinese uniform, as well as the braided hair.

We really were soo young... Once he was finally out of the slight trance, Xuan sighed and threw Cheng an apologetic look, before gently pulling the photo out of his hands to place it back into the book and seat it on the bookshelf. "Is it really that time again? God, how could I have been soo careless and allow myself to forget!" There was pure, unfiltered sadness and pain in his voice as he spoke, making Cheng bite his lip in slight guilt.

"Yeah... It really is... And since it's already been 3 years since we've last went there together, I thought that maybe... He would've been happy if we started doing this again." Feeling remorseful, the blond then placed his hand on Xuan's shoulder. "Hey, it's okay, we can still get there in time if we leave by plane before the end of the week... Then maybe we can have a drink and chat like in the good old days as we share with him what's been new in our lives. Xia would be glad to know you are doing better. Then we can visit auntie Wang! She missed you greatly too!"

3 Years... So they've almost reached the 15 years anniversary and he'd forgotten about the entire thing for the past 3 years?! Xuan felt miserable. Yeah, there sure was a lot to share to catch up on things... So maybe for once, he could allow himself to go back home just once after nearly 6 years... "Yeah, sure. Let's do that Cheng!"

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Hortus across verses

*At a bar in the Andromeda Galaxy*

K: *hand on forehead, letting out a sigh* “So let me get this straight. You’re a universal, trans-dimensional, reality hopping _demon_ from the seventh circle of hell?”

H: *huge grin on her face* “Well I like to tell people i’m from the fourth circle, makes me seem like less of a threat…” *nervous laughter*

K: “Okay look, just cause you have red skin and horns doesn’t make you a demon. Demons are just fantasy for humans to tell, nothing but fiction.”

H: “Huh, I guess in a world where humans aren’t the only intelligent species… Demons would be more of just something to tell your kids. Scare em a bit… Hm.”

K: “Okay, look, I don’t have time for this, I have to get to me next-“

H: *spiral in her eyes start spinning*

K: “W-what are you doing..? Stop that. Now.”

H: “No kids, no lover, and all the bounties are currently liquid-based life forms. You don’t have anything to do Krys, now sit.”

K: “Tsk, like you know anything. I have plenty of kids back at home.”

H: “Oh you mean back on… Stellaris? Where your house in the middle of nowhere resides? Which is also where you keep spare hearts for your equipment? That home?”

K: *stunned, and a bit annoyed* “Alright spill, how do you know so much?”

H: “Clairvoyance! Y’know, demon stuff~” *smug look/smirk*

K: *defeated sigh* “Fine, let’s go along with this demon thing you’re so consistent about. What can you do besides _clairvoyance_?”

H: *getting up from the chair* “Glad you asked!” *starts slowly levitating off the ground and gets into a laid back, legs crossed position, floating* “For starters I can fly.” *waves her finger around as her glass levitates up and lands on her(H) head* “Telekinesis…” *thinks for a moment* “Ooh! Deconstruction(*drains the glass of its contents*)and creation(*fills the glass back up*) of course.” *she looks over at K, awaiting a reaction*

K: “You know what, I don’t think there is any possible way that I can counter this. You’re a demon, if not a God.”

H: “Hey, I am certainly not my father.”

K: “Are you implying that God, the divine being that created everything, is your father?

H: “Not implying, he is. Y’know we all got daddy issues, God being the first and worst dad, after all.

K: *taking a few seconds to absorb all this information* *talking a bit frantically, might be going insane.* “Okay, sure! God is your dad and you’re an all powerful demon talking to some bounty hunter! Cool, cooool…”

H: “hey, hey. Take your time this can be a lot of information at onc- DID YOU SAY BOUNTY HUNTER?!” *her eyes light up pink*”

K: “…yes?”

H: “That is so cool!! I’ve always wanted to meet a bounty hunter, so is it all just a bunch of cool fighting or is it mostly waiting around for your target to reveal themselves??”

K: “Waiting around and hoping they don’t give you a hard time, all that _cool_ fighting is what happens when you try and take on targets above your skill, which rarely happen.”

*a moment passes*

H: “do you want your memory erased?

K: “um, no?? Please? Where did this even come from??”

H: “Oh no, no! It’s just because, demon… non-celestial… and I wouldn’t want you going crazy because you met a demon.”

K: “_Would_ I go crazy?!”

H: “Well kinda. See, it’s the same way that a human gets bitten by a vampire and then the town thinks they’re crazy because no one else can see the bite marks. Y’know?”

K: *blank face confusion*

H: *facepalm* “Right, vast universe… vampires aren’t really a thing. Shit.”

K: “What’s a vampire?”

H: “Okay, so think a super human with pale skin, sharp fangs and is immortal.”

K: “Riiiight, immortality is not real.”

H: *sigh* “You’re talkin to an immortal demon.”

K: “…Huh, so I am.”

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

quick slug: ur three favourite things about each hypmic characters (could be anything) GO

Off the top of my head as fast as I can, let's go, things I like about each Hypmic character

(Under cut for length; gets increasingly incoherent as the list goes on... sorry)

Ichirou

According to Gentarou, if he were to be bodyswapped with Samatoki, his immediate reaction would be to try to drink the water in a vase in Samatoki's office

Love his rapping (non-manga). Super consistent rhythm, hella easy to work with

Loves curry; good fucking taste king

Jirou

Even though he "hates" Saburou outwardly, he still looks out for Saburou constantly and cares for that little fuck. Wonderful boy

His singing voice is hella pretty actually

"The popo? More like the poopoo!"

Saburou

Requiem

I love how fucking rude he is to adults. Normally, you'd think that a battle between an adult and a young teen wouldn't be fair to the teen, right? WRONG this kid is savage as shit god bless

Love his hacker stuff; good taste, kid

Samatoki

He's so fucking stupid (affectionate)

He's the most generous, kindhearted motherfucker alive for those he sees as part of his family

This tough-ass gangster has an extreme passion for vintage clothing

Juuto

Whenever there's a live show, the audio producers have to turn down his voice actor's mic because he's so much louder than the rest of the cast. This once backfired when they accidentally turned down all of MTC and made Samatoki and Riou completely inaudible

Delightful how much he goes "tsk, tsk, tsk *glasses glint*" when Samatoki's angry and then has a hairtrigger temper

Wears gloves; good fucking taste king let's go glove-wearing gang

Riou

Kindest person in the entire cast. He offers Doppo calming tea at their very first meeting despite Doppo being an utter stranger. Why does Riou have it? Who the hell knows? He just wants to feed everyone he comes across. The grandma instinct

I have ultra-intense feelings about topics related to war, so I find it hella compelling that a character whose entire sense of identity is based around being a soldier takes issue with war and violence towards other people. He isn't willing to take the slightest chance to hurt someone else and tries to restrain his teammates if they go too far. The person he respects most is one who questions their orders to do harm and urges him to do the same. This strength of Riou's moral character is my favorite thing about him, and I wish, I wish, I WISH we got to see more of it and its development.

He and Dice are homies and he willingly takes care of Dice and gives him money with zero expectation to ever get it back. He and Dice respect one another so much. Hell to the fucking yeah.

Ramuda

I keep talking about this, but when left to his own devices, he keeps on acting again and again in ways that are contrary to the way he was raised that actually show care and affection for other people. That is a hell to the yes from me

Man he works so hard for his fashion line which he does really seem to care about. He's got a crap ton of other shit on his plate but he puts his heart and soul into that damn fashion line. Good for him

His interactions with Gentarou and Dice are just phenomenal. He cares about them and their happiness so much. Beyond simply taking care of Dice, he takes care of Gentarou too. Remember when he met Gentarou and one of the first things out of his mouth was that Gentarou was kind for telling the lies he does? Ramuda got a bunch of information on this random dude from Chuuouku, and his first words out of the gate were shit that cut right to the core of Gentarou and told Gentarou something he needed to hear. Fucking radical, Ramuda. Fling Posse is your creation

Gentarou

The creativity he shoes in all of his acting moments is top class. Love his sense of humor; he's fucking funny as hell to translate too

The care he shows his friends by defending them verbally constantly. The way he is so perceptive of their boundaries and yet is still always there as a rock to support them

His intense dedication to his brother's cause and investigating the depths of Chuuouku's corruption. On a similar note, the fact that ACAB is his middle name

Dice

PHYSICAL FUCKING PROTECTION BABY Dice is all about that, Dice is all about being there whenever you need him and however you need him. Is he gonna make a big fuss about it? Nah, he's not gonna say SHIT, he's just already there, that's what I'm talking about, Fling Posse POSSE

Damn good rapper; love listening to him go off

Dude's been dealt a shitty fucking hand and it clearly gets him down at times, but he's so good about standing right back up and continuing on. The perseverance. The positivity of this bitch

Jakurai

Amuses the fuck out of me with his constant dedication to making some of the most questionable decisions known to man

Jakurai's a good dude, though, even though I keep bullying him. He cares a lot and really goes above and beyond for many cast members. He needs to take better care of himself, but there's a good reason why Doppo and Hifumi trust him to the extent that they do and why Ramud and Hitoya trusted him as much as they did

Man. Okay his friendship with Ramuda. Not the falling out, but the part where Jakurai realized he was overstepping Ramuda's boundaries, backed off, and then devoted his energy to making sure Ramuda knew it wasn't his fault that Jakurai overstepped Ramuda's boundary and that Ramuda wasn't bad for having a boundary/sensitivity in the first place. Also, seriously - we can all agree that Ramuda is fucking obnoxious, right? I say this with utmost affection, but he would be so damn hard to get along with for most people. But Jakurai has virtually endless patience for him and keeps letting Ramuda learn new things and experience new things with him in a safe environment. That's good. That's really fucking good

Hifumi

The way he talks is so fucking goofy god bless. He sounds like what you'd get if you asked an alien to describe a teenager with their only knowledge to base this off of being a collection of 90s rom coms with bad subtitles

Yo this bitch is kind as fuck. He's scared as hell of all women but his number one concern in the stalker situation is the pain she's in and all her discomfort

This courageous motherfucker. I swear to god. The lengths he goes to in order to overcome his trauma is flat-out inspiring. Let me also just say while I'm here - this trauma happened at least ten years ago, right? And he still struggles with it on a daily basis, and canon says that's fucking fine because he's going at his own pace and I am SO! DAMN! HAPPY! they don't put a time limit on his recovery can we get a fucking hell yeah in the chat

Doppo

Bitch he's emotionally astute as fuck!! Saving Hifumi and Jakurai's sorry asses you go king

Wonderful with kids, caring mofo

In the manga when Hifumi gets knocked out and Doppo goes fucking berserk or when Hifumi is harassed at an office work party and Doppo straight up clocks the manager - that's the good shit. I love it when Doppo flips off the handle when people refuse to see the same Hifumi he knows and loves. That's good. He's demanding that the world treat Hifumi better, because if it doesn't, he'll stand the fuck up and make it

Sasara

Thanks to him, I can read the Osakan accent almost seamlessly now which is deadass a vital skill to have in my field so thanks Sasara

He's crazy manipulative which is hella fun to see in a character

He made himself into a walking stereotype in order to distract other people from causing each other (and himself) emotional pain. Who's the true Sasara deep down, though? Does Sasara actually know? Look at this avoidant mofo... I'm glad Rei's teaching him to communicate

Roshou

CARES FOR HIS FUCKING KIDS so DAMN MUCH; they clearly mean the WORLD to him and he's supporting them in every which way. And the kids love him back! Because he's great at his job! It wasn't his dream, but he rose to the challenge and GAVE THESE KIDS WHAT THEY DESERVE fucking phenomenal I love you Roshou

and that's honestly a great thing in its own right, because while he's clearly hung up on not achieving his dreams, he's also damn happy with these kids. And I love that. It's great that they're showing that you don't need to be a super high achiever or a dreamer to find your happiness. You can always make your place in whatever community you're in

Funniest motherfucker alive when he's not trying to be. Get Sasara's ass

Rei

Funny as hell how sketchy he is; extremely entertaining

The balls of this man to name himself MC Mastermind as his public display name. Off the charts

Without him we'd be missing four of the main cast members so I guess I should say thanks

Kuukou

God this glorious BITCH he has no filter! Which means all of his love can come out in its pure, unadulterated, crass form!

His self-control and discipline are hella inspiring and a reminder to always do better. "Slug, you're saying this because you wanted to be a monk-" Yes I most certainly am

Unerringly insistent on helping those who are at a point where they can't help themselves. Refuses to let them down. The Platonic ideal of the rickroll

Juushi

His vkei mode is enormously fun to read. Love that he keeps bothering Hitoya with it. Keep it up! Someone has to do it!

Was bullied for being himself and then leaned the fuck into it. Was more of himself than ever. Man, the guts of that. You go, Juushi, you fucking go. You radical son of a bitch

I like Juushi a lot (he's a good kid) but I like a lot of other characters more since Juushi doesn't push a lot of buttons for me BUT I am very grateful that he pushes buttons/resonates with so many other people. It's wonderful that he's here for the people who need him or want his story in their life

Hitoya

The conviction with which Hitoya talks is fantastic. He could convince the most wretched cast members to turn their lives around. Now go do that on Jakurai

Man's got a motorcycle hELLLLL YEAH BAAAAAABY WHOOOOOOOOOOOO I wish I was allowed to ride a motorcycle

For all of his shit about being inferior to Jakurai, that didn't stop Hitoya from being the friend that Jakurai needed all along. It didn't stop him from caring about Jakurai's well-being, and it was finally that care - and the notion that maybe Jakurai didn't think Hitoya was worthy enough to care about him - which drove their friendship apart. Then with all his shit about telling Juushi to get out of his office and stop crying, Hitoya cares about this kid enough to give him the resources to fix the issues causing him to cry. And for all his shit about not standing Kuukou, he gives Kuukou an opportunity to help someone else and finally prove his worth. Hitoya cares so fucking much and puts up a front to look like a cool guy. That's bullshit, of course, because the coolest thing of all is caring as hard as he does. It's a good thing his loved ones already know the extent of his love hiding behind that exterior