Okay but you know what doesn’t sit well with me? The fact that Gansey doesn’t actually receive a lot of validation from his friends?? They all think about how amazing he is, how admirable, how unique, etc (I’m looking at Ronan and Adam POV’s, cause whoo boy), but how often do they actually tell him this??
I mean, Gansey didn’t actually understand how much his friends loved him until they followed him into the cave/tunnel in trk!! And he didn’t even think they would come in the first place!! I’ll admit, maybe it’s because it’s been a couple of months since I read the books and fanon is influencing my interpretation, but while someone will think something nice about Gansey, all they’ll say out loud is, “Your shoes are hideous” or “You’re such a buzzkill” or “Why do you talk like that?” Like, he doesn’t actually receive a lot of nice comments from Ronan or Adam??
please just compliment my boy Gansey and tell him that you love him
Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times
Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?
A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D
Sorry for the long moment of inactivity, folks! School got really busy. but I’m back in business now (yay summer) and I’ll be posting a lot more translations!
This guy is such a damn piece of work, my gawd hahahah.
MY GAWD THIS STORY.
HE’S SOOOO. TRASHY.
AGHAGA RIEIIII. I’ll be
translating them in order of the original CD releases.
Special thanks to Deea for getting the raws~
storm caused me to fall from the ship I was aboard. Death was
impending; my body was sinking towards the ocean’s floor. I was
destined to drown… …until a girl appeared out of nowhere. She
held my body and navigated the ocean’s waters with such ease, as if a
storm hadn’t exist. Upon arriving at the shore, the girl whispered
dear prince, you’re safe now.”
voice was as lovely as a bell’s ring. My condition wasn’t so good.
Having drunk a bunch of salty seawater, I found myself barely able to
move. Though, I managed to open my eyes and they would see who owned
that lovely voice――Opened they did and saw clearly did they. The
girl. Her legs. She didn’t have the legs of a human being. My rescuer
was a mermaid.
was a sign of a person approaching, causing the mermaid to rush back
into the sea. A different girl came to help me. At the time, I was
delirious and thought she was the one who saved me. I then became
engaged to her.
I thought it was all in good. Not only did I have a fiance, but I
could also play around. My palace could only give me so much
amusement and what’s a man to do when there’s plenty of beautiful
women around? Even if I’ll be married, no matter how much I played
around with girls, not a single person had an issue with it.
Adam Bête is the most unhirable actor in all of Los Angeles. Known for his short temper and selfish behavior on sets (along with a fight with a director that landed him on the cover of Us Weekly), his reputation makes it impossible for him to book parts, despite an impressive career. Enter Belle Beaumont, a young scriptwriter who moved to LA to get out of her hometown and is quickly leaning that it isn’t as easy to make it in the city of angels as she thought. Adam’s publicity team, Jean Cogsworth and Claude Lumiere, make a deal with Belle she can’t refuse. Act as if she is in a relationship with Adam for at least a year and she’ll be compensated in addition to using Adam’s Hollywood influence to get her scripts in the hands of producers. Adam gets the image of a devoted boyfriend instead of a bad boy and Belle gets her jumpstart into her career. What could go wrong. The two start off icy towards each other, posing for a picture with the paparazzi before disappearing to opposite ends of Adam’s mansion, but between scheduled photo ops and overly planned “candid” couple moments, quickly learn to appreciate each other. Belle is a level head who isn’t impressed by his fame like every other girl is and Adam is a surprisingly well read and trained actor, interesting to bounce ideas off of. The trouble with balancing photographic romance with real life friendship is never simple and Belle and Adam begin to realize their may by something there between them…
#i just want to know if the way she pushes his hair out of the way is something talia probably did for them as children #some sort of comforting small touch to make them feel better when they felt sick #or was it just instinct for cora to touch her brother in a very simple but comforting way because he needed it or maybe she needed it #to make sure her brother was okay #im just very emotional and i wish they would have explored their relationship more
You knew it was wrong. You knew that you
shouldn’t be thinking about that, but you couldn’t help. He was such a tease
and you weren’t being able to hold it back anymore.
Kim Taehyung. He was driving you crazy.
He was messing with your head.
he was driving you insane, and that
tongue and the way he played with it… Urgh!
Yeah, you were friends, but
you couldn’t help but have to deal with your other side. The one that was
making you realize how hot Taehyung was, and the fact that you shared apartment
with him wasn’t helping at all.
All started after you see a video of him.
He was licking his lips in that, putting it out of his mouth teasingly. Shit. Thenceforth, you understood all
the girls that always fell for him. You understood the whole “thing”
people had about his tongue.
had to feel it.
However, you were friends. You
couldn’t just go there and say “please eat me out”, or “please
use your tongue on me”. Despite the fact Taehyung was ALWAYS with some
girl in his room, you were not just a girl. You were his friend and it could
you used to hear was their moans and curses at his eating out. Usually you
didn’t care about it but now that you wanted to be the one who was being eaten out, you were getting upset.
“Come on, fool girl, it’s gonna be
fun” he insisted.
was going to meet with the boys that night and you were invited. He was in your
bedroom, complaining, insisting for you to go with him. But sincerely, all you
wanted was to avoid him. Your amusement was too hard to hold back and you
needed to release.
“No Tae, seriously, just go. I’ll be fine here” you said for
the millionth time.
“Fine. See you later” he said, not happy about your final
decision but grabbed his jacket and left your bedroom.
Once you heard the front door being opened and closed, you automatically
threw yourself onto the bed.
let your mind fly, thinking about all the things he could do to you. How his
body would feel against yours… Unconsciously, your hands started exploring
your own body, your fingers playing with the waistband of your pants as your
other hand rubbed your nipples over your shirt, imagining it was his hand. You
closed your eyes, lost in the sensation. You started to let out low moans. It
didn’t take long for you to be hissing Taehyung’s name louder and louder, not
realizing that the front door had been opened again.
“Y/N have you seen my ke-” Taehyung opened your bedroom’s
door, not finishing his sentence when he saw the sight of you touching yourself,
calling his name. You froze, your eyes snapped open when you heard his voice.
“Oh my…” You tried to say, but all you could do was sat up
on the edge of the bed and stare at him. “Taehyung, I…”
“What are you doing?” he said, starting to walk towards you,
“W-hy did you come back? Oh my god I’m so so-” you started
saying but were cut off when he sat beside you and placed one finger on your
lips, silencing you.
“I heard you moaning my name” he said. Your face couldn’t be
pinker. You couldn’t be more nervous. Shit shit shit.
“I’m sorry, Tae, I didn’t want to-” You said but he placed one
finger on your lips again.
“What were you thinking?” he asked. No. I’m not saying. I’m not telling him. I can’t.
He noticed your hesitation and breathed
“I’m not gonna ask again”. Ok.
Here we go.
“W-Well… I, hum… I was wondering, well, your tongue…”
you cut yourself off. Fucking hell, Y/N,
just say it.
Before you could think he leaned in and
placed his lips against yours, licking your bottom lip and sliding his tongue
in. Ah… that tongue.
first, you couldn’t move. You couldn’t reply or stop him. Your brain was
screaming. What is he doing?
“You mean this tongue?” he asked, licking his lips. God. You
nodded slowly, watching him. “What do you want it to do?”
“I want you to eat me out” you said and the sec the words left
your mouth, you looked away from him, embarrassed.
He chuckled and pushed you backwards softly
till your back hit the mattress.
spread your legs and placed himself between them, kissing you once again. Then,
he traveled down to your jawline and neck.
“You know…” he said between wet kisses, “I never
thought that you had a kink for my tongue too”
of hands were grabbing your thigh, squeezing it.
“If you wanted me to pleasure you, all you had to do was ask. We
are friends” he said.
“I-I didn’t know how… and I thought that it would ruin our
friendship” you said shyly, watching his ministrations on your body.
took off your shirt, smiling when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra.
“Don’t worry baby girl. We are not kids anymore”
took one of your nipples in his mouth, circling his tongue on your nipple as
his other hands massaged your other breast. Low whimpers were now leaving your
“Wait, Tae, what about the boys?” you said
“They can wait” he answered simply. He started kissing your
belly, stopping when his mouth reached your pants.
You noticed that he was fully dressed but didn’t have strength to ask
him why. Once your clothes were completely off, he pulled away from you to
stare at your body. You felt nervous but didn’t cover yourself.
“Fuck, you’re hot. I can’t wait to taste this pretty pussy of
yours” he whispered and let his head disappear between your legs. He
kissed your inner thighs, avoiding the place you wanted the most. Fuck you were
dripping wet already.
“Tae…please” you whimpered
“Just eat me out already” you begged. He smiled successfully
and his tongue finally find your clit. You gasped, his tongue making small
circles on your clit as his finger teased your entrance. He gave you a long,
deep lick and breathed in heavily.
“Your taste is amazing” he said.
Then, he pushed one finger in, pumping it in and out in a slow pace as his
tongue was massaging your clit. He stopped, but just to switch positions. His
tongue were now at your entrance and his fingers rubbing your clit. He started
to fuck you with his tongue, licking your walls. You couldn’t hold that back anymore,
moans and curses leaving your mouth as he started rubbing your clit more
“Are you liking that baby girl? Is that what you expect about my
tongue?” he asked against your pussy, his warm breath sending you shivers.
Shit, now you had completely understood the other girls. His damn god tongue
“Fuck yes, oh my god Tae” you whimpered. You started to feel
that thing in your stomach, and it didn’t take long for you to cum on his
ride your orgasm, his tongue moving rougher and rougher.
Once you were done, he cleaned his face and waiter for you to get
“I gotta go, baby girl” he said and placed a kiss against your
“When I am back, maybe I can fuck you with another thing” he
said before he turned around and left.
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“Tina Goldstein, resident goddess.” You mutter as you storm through the front door and down the long staircase rife with splinters and creaky spots. Not to mention the unkind tenants that live on the third and fourth floors. Their shouts follow you down as your boots crash against the steps.
Tina this, Tina that, Tina the infallible. You skip three steps when you jump down onto the landing and yank open the front door. Tina can do no wrong, even when she’s unemployed and obsessive.
The wind slams into your side, trying to knock you off-balance. You shiver but stride forward, no real destination in mind other than to be far away from her. No one had even looked up when you shoved your chair back from the kitchen table, too busy hanging on every word of some story about capturing some man that used a spell in front of some muggle to care about you. They love Tina’s stories about her adventures.
It’s not like you’re exactly employed. You’d met Newt on a research trip years before. The chemistry between the two of you had been obvious to everyone and it hadn’t taken long for the two of you to pair up for the study. Soon enough, Newt asked you to help him observe some mooncalves under the starry sky and, after some laughing and held hands, a new relationship began. The two of you agreed to work together and alternate research trips. This trip to release Frank was one of Newt’s ideas, meaning that you’re really nothing more than a magizoologist’s assistant.
Still, it’s more fascinating than just running after people and bringing them into MACUSA, right? You meet some of the rarest beasts on your journeys. Tina does nothing but arrest people and memorize the ridiculous laws on magic that Americans put into place. Every auror has stories just as mesmerizing as Tina’s, though the others disagree. Even Newt seems to think they’re interesting enough to warrant ignoring you.
You scowl and wrap your arms around yourself as you continue forward. If Newt wants to spend all of his time with some other girl with perfect hair let him.
@bitchycollectionfury-78be5e8b here ya go, thanks, this was fun to write ^-^ nice to write about people being dumber than you are to make yourself feel better
he was definitely not panicking, that was what he was not
doing, because Jesse McCree was one cool customer that could take
things as they came and laugh it off. He’d survived the foster care
system and his weird adopted father and his overly intense adopted
sister. He’d survived losing his damn arm, alright, and everything
that went down that made it necessary to bundle a young Jesse up and
whisk him away to the houses of strangers rather than leave him at
home. And by the end, he’d survived everyone that had thought they
could make judgment calls about him without even trying to get to
know him, every teacher that had shaken their head and decided some
idiots couldn’t be helped, every classmate that had turned their nose
up at his accent – a vestigial limb left over from a childhood in
the south – or his manner of dress or his sense of humour. After
all, it hadn’t been as bad as all that. He’d wound up with a great
family (he’d die for Gabe and Sombra), and plenty of friends. He’d
learnt to let people go. Some people just would never see past his
shaggy hair or his loud mouth or the cowboy hat he refused to “grow
out of”. Fuck ‘em, that’s what Jesse had learnt. Shrug your
shoulders, turn your back, and go find people that matter. There had
been a time when he couldn’t do that. There was a time when he’d
been living back with his birth family that every disappointed look
the teacher had sent him when he’d acted out in class had been like a
slap and every report card returned home had been… well, not just
like a slap. There’d
been a time when he’d hated everything about Gabriel Reyes, but
mostly the fact that he was forcing him to confront a brand new
school with people that stared and laughed and huddled among
themselves in the cliques they’d formed years back, no space for a
new, pushy, desperately loud kid.
things had changed. Then he’d made friends, real friends,
and found out what people could be like – what he
could be like. And suddenly the people turning their nose up didn’t
matter any more.
so that was why, as Jesse McCree sat in school library across from
Hanzo Shimada, he definitely was not
panicking at all.
if Hanzo Shimada was hot as sin, with long, dark hair cascading down
his back, the most intense eyes Jesse has ever seen, and holy
fuck those biceps.
guy did archery
Who the fuck did archery unless
they were preparing to run off in some goddamn fantasy movie? Jesse
had never even really given archery much thought as a thing people
did – it only really existed in historical documentaries and the
Olympics – but now when it was nearly thirty degrees outside and
Hanzo Shimada was sitting two feet away from him in a tank top, Jesse
was really, really
thinking about archery. And how it must take a lot of strength to
constantly be drawing and holding a tense bowstring if you wanted to
aim with any degree of accuracy. And how that sort of strength made
it look like your arms and shoulders had been carved from fucking
marble. Especially when one of said statuesque arms had a sleeve of
vibrant, blue tattoos running all the way down it. Jesse could get
lost in a bicep like that, with or without blue dragons staring back
at him, but the dragons definitely didn’t hurt.
thing was though, it wasn’t just that. Jesse had met hot kids before
that were out of his league and it generally didn’t really trouble
him. Whatever, laugh it off, move on. No, of course it had to be
more complicated than that. When Jesse had first entered this class
he’d wound his way through the filling seats until he’d found himself
sitting next to a boy whose name he would learn was Hanzo. Jesse had
then immediately had his smile met by a flat stare, and he’d figured,
oh well, here was an uninteresting asshole. A hot one, maybe, but an
asshole all the same. It hadn’t seemed important at the time because
he’d already turned to the person on his other side – a girl named
Angela who apparently wanted to be a doctor (or a researcher…?
Something like that, which involved more of the human body than Jesse
wanted to think aobut). She was friendly and laughed easily.
would have been so much easier if Hanzo had just stayed an asshole.
The guy was quiet, sure, but Jesse sat elbow-to-elbow with him three
times a week and he slowly began to realize that underneath the
prickly, don’t-look-at-me-don’t-speak-to-me aura the guy projected,
there was something far sweeter down there. The guy chuckled at
every single one of
the prof’s bad jokes and Dr Winston had a lot
of them, and they were always nonchalantly that most of the class
didn’t realize they’d happened… heck, Jesse usually didn’t realize
they’d happened until he heard a soft snort next to him.
yes, it was a snort.
Absolutely and completely undignified and it made Jesse stare at
Hanzo until he’d been glared back into submission by the man, who’d
seemed flustered that someone had heard him. How do you tell a guy
that may or may not hate your guts just for existed that you thought
his silly snort-laugh was cute? The answer was you did not do that
and focused back on your own notes if you value your life.)
for Hanzo’s notes, well, they were painfully neat and precise. But
amid the sharp ballpoint and careful diagrams, Hanzo Shimada
apparently had a habit of making snide details about the lessons in
the margins (Jesse knew this because it was a two hour long lecture
and sometimes watching your neighbour writes notes out of the corner
of your eye was better than trying to listen to a prof drone on at
the front of the class for another hour and a half). It made Jesse
start fantasizing about taking out his own pen and writing a little
comment in the corner of Hanzo’s page. Made him think about getting
into some sort of stupid note-passing conversation with him like they
were eight year olds rather than college kids. Made him think about
getting to have all those weird, witty little comments directed at
him, and then seeing where the conversation took them. (And,
occasionally, it made him think about continuing that conversation
out of class, possibly down towards a pub he knew for a chat and
maybe, oh just maybe, a date.)
however, did not dare try – to write the note, that is,
entertaining anything else would have been madness. Hanzo looked
like the sort of person that might try to tear your head off if you
messed up his notebooks.
just to top it all off, during their lecture breaks, Hanzo often got
calls from what Jesse could only assume was a brother. And, against
every expectation, Hanzo Shimada was sweet.
Well, still a bit of a deadpan asshole, but no one who’s a hundred
percent bad uses his ten minutes of free time to talk with his
brother every single day.
look at me, I am not
playing wing-man for you in a class I need to ace if I wanna keep my
GPA up,” Angela had said. Jesse had pouted at that – he hadn’t
even gotten a chance to ask her, had just glanced at her with maybe a
slightly-too-hopeful gleam in his eye during one of the breaks Hanzo
had left the room to talk with his brother.
then the fateful day of the class project had arrived. Winston had
told them just to group up with someone sitting beside them rather
than running piecemeal through the class. Jesse had, of course,
turned to Angela only to find she had turned around in her seat and
was quickly making plans to team up with a girl sitting behind them
Jesse had spun around, but everyone else was making groups with the
people to their left or right who they had been getting to know since
day one. With Angela breaking the system, that meant he had only one
person left sitting next to him.
Shimada was watching him with an unimpressed face and an eye brow
he mouthed at Angela.
welcome, mouthed Angela, the
so here Jesse was, sitting in the library with someone who presumably
hated his guts and thought he was – what, loud? Obnoxious? Lame? –
but who Jesse still pathetically, wistfully wanted to impress. Life,
sometimes, was enormous unfair. At this point Hanzo hadn’t even
given Jesse the time of day, he’d been sitting at one of the study
tables since before Jesse had arrived, nose an inch from his phone as
he texted someone. Presumably someone cooler than Jesse McCree.
wanted to groan. Or shove his pencil in his eye just so he could get
out of this project. Instead he mechanically started pulling out his
books and waited for Hanzo to be ready to start on the project with
Shimada: … WELL??
Little Brother: oy
give me a sec some of us are still in class and don’t want our phone
to be taken away again besides
i’m trying to tell zen about how i, the lowly highschooler, am
helping my university-bound brother pick up boys
Little Brother: too
wishes you luck by the way and says he has complete faith in you goes
to show which one of us knows you better eh? not him!
Hanzo scowled down at his phone before he gaze flickered briefly up
to the person who had sat across from him. He’d been painfully aware
of Jesse McCree since McCree had arrived in the library and pulled
back the chair with a scrape that had made the hairs on the back of
Hanzo’s neck stand on end. So far McCree had made no acknowledgment
that there was another person at this table, another person he was
going to be forced to work along side for the next two weeks.
didn’t know whether Zenyatta had faith in him or if Genji had just
been trying to wind him up, but Hanzo certainly did not have faith in
himself, not about this. He had never been good at… people.
He made, in Genji’s words, “seriously just the worst
first impressions. Like wow. So bad,” which just wasn’t fair
because when it came to a
professional setting, when it was about work or networking, he was
fine. He could move effortlessly through the crowds, introduce
himself, chat, plan, negotiate. He’d been dogging his father’s
footsteps since it had been decided he would one day take over the
family business and he was a devoted student. But as soon as it was
real people in real life Hanzo may as well be carved out of wood;
somehow he always managed to put his foot in his mouth. Which was
why he had fallen so low as to turn to his baby brother for advice,
because at least Genji, if nothing else could be said about him, was
good with people.
good with people, if you asked their father. Genji was a social
butterfly who wasn’t so much a butterfly as a housefly, flitting
about around everywhere and getting where at lot of people would
probably wish he wasn’t and really not caring who he chatted with or
what they thought about him.
Little Brother: look,
just don’t do the Hanzo Special and you should be fine
Little Brother: u
kno, your patented Grunt & Growl ™
do that and assume other people can actually understand you bc they
wanted to snap back that he did not grunt or growl,
thank you, he was a mature adult unlike Genji, but he found his
fingers hesitating on the keys. Frantically he scanned his memory to
figure out if he had grunted or growled at Jesse McCree.
help him he probably had. He had almost certainly stared stupidly at
glowed, though, and Hanzo wasn’t sure what to do with that. He spoke
so easily. All it had taken was one glance from McCree on the first
day of class for him to apparently decide that Hanzo was a lost
cause. Before Hanzo had managed to scrounge up a single coherent,
reasonable thing to say to the sunshine bright, smiling boy who’d sat
down next to him, said boy had turned his attentions to the much more
receptive form of Angela Ziegler, the girl sitting to his right.
was loud and raucous and ridiculous and he wore the stupidest hat
Hanzo had ever seen but god help him he wanted to see McCree smile at
him, rather than catch glimpse of it from the corner of his eye while
he laughed with someone else. He wanted to have McCree attention at
some point other than when he’d made a fool of himself with his ugly
laugh or by seeing McCree stare judgmentally at his notes.
Little Brother: at
the risk of sounding too much like a disney movie have you tried
just…. being yourself??? (this
was zen’s suggestion btw i’m personally pretty sure being someone
other than yourself would be a step in the right direction but you
never know maybe disney knows whats up)
thought about what McCree had looked like when they had been forced
to choose partners. He had wanted to be anywhere than with Hanzo.
The look he had shot Ziegler when she had found a different
partner… the helpless, defeated look when he had accepted that the
only person nearby not taken was Hanzo.
being himself was definitely not going to help him here.
mind I’ll figure it out
he was going to do was pretend that Jesse McCree was just some other
random student, keep his head down, get this project done with the
least amount of fuss, and move on to his next set of class next
semester and hopefully forget that McCree existed.
we get started?” he asked briskly, pocketing his phone and pulling
out his own book.
face was despondent and it sat like a stone in Hanzo’s gut. He would
rather be anywhere than here.