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oxymorayuri · 13 days

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❞𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞❝

Headcanons with my favorite boyssss [ Ace | Kid | Law | Doffy ] Wordcount » 1234 (lol no way... you see it? 1234...) Info » just cute things ;3

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Ace: qmech | Kid: skxviii | Law: oyasumi_mofu | Doffy: Hijiki_DaiXt

𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝐷. 𝐴𝑐𝑒

You both get partner tattoos instead of wedding rings but not something lame like a circle around the ring finger rather something small and personal. You have a little flame on the side of your thigh and he has one on his chest that has something to do with you. Maybe you have a devil fruit or a special weapon? It's up to you :p

You never thought you'd cry at your wedding ceremony because Ace let the most beautiful vows EVER leave his lips. His words were typically Ace and in between your tears he made you laugh. You were almost ashamed when it was your turn because you just wanted to repeat a sentence he once said to you but you changed it a bit… "I'm not interested in living a thousand years, it's enough for me to survive today with you." You spoke. Ace recognized the words immediately and remembered the conversation you shared in the past with a broad grin. He almost yanked you to him and kissed your lips even though the priest hadn't even given his blessing yet. But he doesn't care, he doesn't need the priest's blessings when he has you.

He definitely had his own thoughts about the wedding. For example, he has looked into various traditions… but it seems like he got something wrong… Instead of carrying you bridal style over the doorstep, he carried you all day. As soon as you set foot on the floor to get a new drink, he picked you up in his arms. His statement? "Come on love, when will I have the chance to carry you in your wedding dress again?". Okay that's smooth.

𝐸𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑑

Kid probably would never have proposed to you on his own. You've been together for so long now and every time you've seen a married couple your mood has soured. You were annoyed and also disgusted and one day Killer asked you about it and in the conversation you ironically realized that you also wanted to get married lol… when you were with Kid in his workshop you casually mentioned, that you thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to get married as he was working on one of his new creations. He froze at the word marriage and the next second his machine caught fire because he held the welding rod on it for too long. You both panicked and put out the fire and you realized that he found the topic unpleasant and unnecessary, but you are you and you get everything you want, even if you have to force him! Luckily for you, Killer told you that Kid likes the idea of you committing to him forever, but pshht… otherwise Killer will lose his life.

He will send you away if you want to ask him something about the wedding planning or want his opinion. He'll just tell you that you can do whatever you think is necessary (ugh). You think it's a bit of a shame but you don't mind, you just want him to feel comfortable at his own wedding. After all, it's not just yours. But if it were up to him, he would simply put the ring on your finger and seal your marriage with a big smooch on the lips. But later in the evening you notice that he has circled options he likes or left little notes on your wedding plans and that's when you know you're marrying the right one.

he forges your rings and is quite proud of his work, but secretly nags Killer that he is unsure whether you like the rings. When he saw the sparkle in your eyes and heard your words about how much you love the rings, his heart stopped for a moment only to beat extremely fast. He wanted to marry you right on the spot, but he knows how much love you put into the planning. Happy wife happy life lol.

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤

A grand wedding with everyone (including the straw hats etc.) is planned, but he has other plans and takes you to the most romantic place to have a wedding ceremony just for the two of you. The party can still take place afterwards with everyone, you are a little social butterfly after all, but the wedding ceremony? That's between you and him <3

Law, similar to Ace, would want partner tattoos instead of real rings but rather in an intimate place where only both of you will see it… if you know what I mean ;) It's safe to say he'll shower your tattoo with kisses everytime when you're getting busy.

He has already seen you (without you knowing it) in your wedding dress. He knew exactly what was going on when you waltzed happily past him with a big package... And even if he hesitated for a moment, he followed you discreetly like a pretty good stalker… He peered through the gap of the door to the room you shared. You were apparently so excited that you hadn't even closed the door. He heard you squealing happily in the bathroom and without really realizing it, he held his breath until you came out of the bathroom. And then you stood there in your beautiful white dress. The feeling in his chest increased rapidly as he watched you twirl in front of the mirror like a princess. Your laughter makes him grin… "I guess she's just as happy as I am that we're getting married..." he thought to himself with a satisfied expression as he let go of the door and walked away. He leaves you a little moment for yourself and your joy, he'll see you walking towards him soon anyway. He is pretty sure that he will never forget that moment. The sight of you walking towards him will be engraved in his brain.

𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜

You want fireworks that paint your faces in the sky? A thousand white doves that are released when you kiss? A 10 meter high chocolate fountain? A wedding in pink? No problem. Your list is long and you get everything you want. Doflamingo will put together the perfect team to fulfill your every wish. Money doesn't matter, but you do.

You get a ring with a gemstone you've never seen before. Even if you express your doubts that you are afraid of losing this precious ring, Doffy reacts almost insulted. You are the rarest and most valuable gemstone in the world. If you lose the ring, he'll have a new one before you know it.

It's going to be a big big wedding BUT not many people are invited because there's a chance of someone ruining it. Whoever is invited is a big figure or part of the family. Everything is secured but not in an oppressive way. It all plays in the background, because if there were security guards everywhere it would ruin your perfect wedding picture. Nobody is allowed to ruin this day for you and him and if they do, they will pay for it. He also has the wedding broadcast live on TV so that everyone can see that he's marrying the most beautiful woman in the world. How extra.

I hope you enjoyed reading it. See you next time <3

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒖𝒓𝒊 ♡

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cherubdollyy · 8 months

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NSFW ABC - Bubba Sawyer

18+ MDNI

author's notes: reader's gender isn't specified but there is a quick reference to breasts and language eluding to specific genitals etc but I tried to cover all bases (so you can pick and choose what suits you.). Voyeurism is mentioned and light bdsm. One very minor mention of animal death but I promise it's not sad!!

Bubba is my sweet baby boy and I love him so much so I hope you guys enjoy!!! <3

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) - super clingy and cuddly. You're not going anywhere while bubba is in his afterglow. He feels possessive of you but he also wants you to feel so loved after doing the deed.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) - he's a little self concious and it took him a LONG time before he could even think about taking his mask off in front of you. But with all the praise and love you show him he's learnt to love himself especially his squishiness because that's what he loves about you. He loves how soft and kind and innocent you are and the gentle touches you give him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) - Seeing you on your knees with his cum dripping out of your mouth makes him go wild. A lot of the times he cums quickly because he's an excitable boy and everything is pretty new to him. You're both often a mess by the end of it, cum dripping out of you, him smeared with your juices but he'll always clean you up. It doesn't matter how tired you both are, he'll take a cool wet cloth and wipe you up so gently taking his time to get every inch.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - Bubba is a bit of a perv. He doesn't want to admit it, mainly because he hasn't had a lot of time to express himself sexually so he doesn't know how to communicate what he wants. He often watches you change. He'll try and peek through the door to watch you undress but he's not very quiet about it. He also masturbates a lot when you've gone to town to get supplies. When he's in his workshop he'll unzip his pants and pump himself while thinking about you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) - our boy doesn't have a lot of experience but he's eager to learn. He tends to become a bit animalistic as he just responds to his body's needs when he sees you naked and playing with yourself. But with time he's able to get to know what he loves.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) - He loves when you're on top. He loves looking up at you and being able to grab your tummy and/or breasts. He's able to guide your hips and play with your nipples but he also loves it when you take the pace and tease him by slowing down.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - He doesn't tend to have the time to goof around. Once one of you is in the mood he's got his pants down and is raring to go (which unintentionally makes you laugh). But you can both have a giggle at yourselves.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - He's a beast. He has thick dark hair all over his arms and chest and his pubic hair is no different. He keeps himself nice and clean in the texas heat by taking a cool bath every night but he's pretty simple as just a soap and wash cloth kinda guy. No need for trimming or waxing here.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - He can be a little feral at first but he is a really sappy guy. He loves kissing you deeply and watching you sleep afterwards. He'll stroke your hair and hold you close and he'll be super clingy the next day, hugging you from behind and picking you flowers from the garden.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) - He loves to masturbate but he feels a little guilty about it afterwards. You tell him it's completely natural and most people do it, encouraging him if it makes him feel good. You take a few sexy snaps of yourself for him to have fun with when he's by himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - He's a bit voyeuristic, watching over you in the garden as you bend over to tend to the plants, he can't help but feel his trousers becoming tighter. He also loves fucking you on the kitchen table when everyone else is out, the risk of not knowing when they'll be back. Other than that he doesn't really know much about kinks and is still exploring what he enjoys. Anything that you want to do though, he's eager to try out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) - It used to be that you wouldn't bother bubba in his workshop but one day you couldn't help yourself, you just missed him and wanted to keep him company. It's become a bit of a habit to do it in his workshop now especially when the house is full. There's a bit of risk that they'll hear but not enough that they'll come in. Sometimes when you have to go to town you'll take Bubba in the truck with you and stop off on the side of the road. He won't fully relax, eyes darting convinced someone will see and the risk will make him explode.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - Honestly he'll watch you with so much love in his eyes from you doing the dishes to tending the garden, he's normally very sappy. But sometimes the breeze will blow your skirt up just right or you'll be reaching up to put groceries away and your t-shirt will ride up. Something small like that can flood him with dirty thoughts of what he wants to do to you which often leads you to being grabbed and kissed by complete surprise.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs) - He would have a lot of trouble hurting you. Even if you explained to him that it felt nice he wouldn't feel comfortable slapping or whipping you so BDSM isn't really something he'd enjoy but he would like tying you up.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - He doesn't have a preference he loves both! He LOVES eating you out/sucking you dry, he's surprisingly a natural at it. His frantic tongue movements never fail to make your toes curl.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - He starts off a little manic and fast because he's so excited and as he gets closer to cumming his thrusts become more erratic and sloppy so you can always tell when he's close.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - Bubba loves quickies! Often that's what you'll have to do as the house is always full of people and you get chastised by Drayton for being dirty.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - He likes the thrill of perhaps getting caught but it would never be too much of a risk. He couldn't have anyone seeing him from outside the family or without his mask on as that's too stressful for him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - Tbh he cums fairly quickly and doesn't have a lot of stamina due to the intense texas heat but after you've both cooled down a little and perhaps even dozed off you'll feel his hard member pressing into your back, eager for another round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - Any toys are introduced by you (he doesn't exactly have an easy way of getting them) and he's open to playing with them. The first time you used a vibrating cock ring on him he was out of it for a week. One thing he does have easy access to is chains, electrical tape, and ropes so if you express an interest in being tied up he's happy to comply!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He didn't have an interest at first and would find it quite infuriating when you would edge and tease him but he soon appreciated how good the end result felt. He wondered if he could pull it off on you and one day when giving you oral you begged and begged if you could cum and that's when he stopped. Hearing your whining and the need in your voice you had for him made him feel powerful and you had a looong night ahead of you that night.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Very loud, lots of incomprehensible gibberish and whimpering. When you're having sex, everyone is gonna know about no matter how hard he tries to keep quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - He's very good with animals. One of the chickens died and even though he thinks she'll make a nice lamp he can't leave those little chicks alone. You find him keeping them warm and making sure they have food and water. When he goes out into the garden they come running and you often find him out there with all the young chickens in his lap. (If I could draw this OMG I WOULD)

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) - He's a big boy with a chunky soft body. He's covered in dark hair, his arms are big and he's very strong. He's about 4-5 inches and VERY thick, uncircumsised with a bush of curly dark hair.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - Very high let's be honest. Sometimes it's too hot and you're not in the mood so he'll run into his workshop to take care of himself. A victim once left a polaroid camera and you took a few sexy shots of yourself for him to keep in there.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) - Very quickly, often with you held close in his arms.

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natrogersfics · 1 month

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nat comes home to steve solving a really big problem. bonus points if he ain't doing too well.

Steve Rogers is highly intelligent.

This is a fact Natasha holds as gospel. And no, it’s not just because she’s married to the man. But even if that were the case, she knows that somewhere deep in the servers of one Nicholas J. Fury, she could find droves of IQ tests and reports that would only fortify the claim. She’s seen it in action, too – how quickly he had learned to pilot a modern jet just weeks out of the ice and how adept he had become at utilizing gear that Tony had just spun up in his workshop.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise then how naturally he’s taken to being a father. While it’s only been half a year since she and Sarah had come home, with how instantly he could alleviate whatever thought was burdening their daughter with his words or a single touch, one would never guess that this experience is still novel to him.

Of course, their little girl played a big role in that as well. Sarah is everything any parent could have hoped for in a child and more. Sweet, exceptionally smart, and above all else, caring. From experience, she knows that loving Sarah is as easy as breathing, and based on the way Steve’s eyes sparkle with adoration every single time he looks at her, she knows that he shares the sentiment.

Nevertheless, their daughter is still only three, and while her legion of aunts and uncles will swear up and down that she’s the most behaved child in the history of children, she also knows that Sarah can be just as curious and determined as three-year-olds come – something her father is just now becoming privy to. The hard way.

“Daddy,” Sarah whines from where she’s perched on their bathroom counter. “Can we go now?”

“Not yet, Princess,” Steve says, using that patient yet still gentle tone of his that he only ever uses with their daughter. “Daddy needs a little more time to wash off this…” – he takes the tube from Sarah’s grasp, reading the label – “full-coverage concealer.”

Steve’s voice falters with what can only be described as dread before he subsequently mutters a Christ under his breath, his hands coming to rest on his hips as he takes in the disaster zone that is their bathroom counter with the same intensity he would a schematic for their next mission. And as she leans against the doorframe watching all of this unfold, she has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from chuckling.

Formulate a new plan on the fly while they were on the battlefield and had bullets raining down on them? He wasn’t coined the Man With a Plan for nothing. Take on multiple hostiles coming at him all by himself? He could do that all day. But knowing what to do when their daughter gets her hands on a stash of heavy-duty makeup? That, apparently, is the one time where Captain America, master tactician, finds himself completely out of his depth.

And boy, does their daughter sense it as she lets out an exasperated sigh. “Daddy-”

“Just a minute, love,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Daddy’s thinking…”

“But Daddy,” Sarah says, exaggerating every syllable. “Me and Uncle Bruce are having a tea party-”

“Oil,” Steve says, really more to himself than anyone else as he ignores Sarah’s plea. “Oil’s gotta get this off.” He turns to Sarah. “Stay here. I just have to grab something from the kitchen.”

She’s not sure if Sarah even truly understands the implication of her father’s words, but she certainly catches the uncertainty in them, and that’s enough to make the little girl’s eyes grow wide as saucers. “No!”

“But-”

“There’s a cleansing balm under the sink,” she interjects, finally making her presence known and causing both Steve and Sarah to look her way, and she certainly doesn’t miss the way relief washes over the pair of them.

“Mama, you’re home!” Sarah greets happily at the same time Steve makes a comment about her being back early.

“Mission wrapped up faster than expected,” she tells Steve as she pushes off the frame. He steps aside as she nears, letting her take his place in front of Sarah, only for her brows to lift in amusement when she finally sees the full extent of their daughter’s handiwork. Not only did Sarah smother her complexion in concealer, but she also decided that she needed to use what she’s sure is her liquid lipstick as blush and her mascara to do her brows while she was at it. She laughs softly. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“I put makeup on, mama,” Sarah announces proudly. “All by myself!”

“And it won’t come off,” Steve adds.

“I can see that,” she says, stealing a glance at Steve and smirking when his expression clearly shows he does not buy that she’s only just arrived. She attempts to appear more serious as she turns back to Sarah. “What did I say about playing with my makeup, Little Miss?”

“Not to do it,” Sarah mumbles, eyes downturned. “But I wanted to be pretty like you, mama.”

“Oh, Sarah,” she sighs, tucking a finger under the girl’s chin and lifting it gently so her eyes can meet hers. “You don’t need any of this stuff to be pretty.”

“Daddy always says you’re beautiful when you wear makeup,” Sarah explains, pouting.

“I think mama’s beautiful all the time,” Steve clarifies, stepping closer to them and crouching down until he’s eye-level with Sarah so she can see him smile. “I think both my girls are.”

Sarah’s lips lift in a smile that mirrors Steve’s before she lets her big, blue eyes flicker between her parents. “I’m sorry.”

She and Steve share a quick glance, silently affirming how hard, if not outright impossible, it is to be mad at their daughter. “It’s okay, baby,” she says, running a hand through Sarah’s curls. “Makeup’s not bad, it’s just not for you yet. When you’re a little older, okay?” Sarah nods in agreement, and she leans down to dust a kiss to the crown of her head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

It takes a quarter of a bottle of Micellar water, a few heaping scoops of cleansing balm, and many gripes from Sarah about her shirt getting wet, but eventually, they successfully get every trace of makeup off her face. “All right,” she says, lifting Sarah off the counter and setting her on her feet. “Why don’t you go pick out some clothes so I can drop you off at Uncle Bruce’s floor for your tea party?”

Sarah takes off with a squeal at her question, prompting her to shake her head at her daughter’s retreating figure.

“You know, I would’ve figured it out.”

She turns just as Steve throws another bunch of cotton pads into the trash. “Oh yeah,” she says, moving to rest her hip against the counter. “And would that have been before or after you doused our daughter in olive oil?”

“Hey, in my defense, none of it was coming off!”

“So your solution was to marinade her?” she challenges, unable to keep from chuckling when he glares at her. “Oh, come on. I’m kidding!” She hooks her fingers into his belt loops, playfully pulling him towards her so she can wrap her arms around his neck. “She’s been trying to get her fingers on that kit for days. She was bound to get it at some point.”

His hands find her waist as he lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry she ruined all your makeup,” he says. “I only looked away for a second to load the dishwasher, I swear.”

“She’s the daughter of two former SHIELD agents, what did you expect?” she says, laughing when he only shakes his head in concession. “Honestly, I’m just glad that I got here when I did.” He lifts his brow up in question, and she points towards the lip gloss stain on his collar. “Saves me from asking you where this came from. Because if I found this in the laundry? Believe me, you’d be prone on the ground right now.”

He scoffs as though the thought of him stepping out on her is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard, eliciting a laugh out of her. “Your mission go okay?”

“As okay as missions involving kids as hostages can go,” she says, shrugging. “We got them out and that’s all that matters.”

“And you kicked the crap out of the people who took them hostage, right?”

She rolls her eyes. “Naturally.”

He grins, and she swears she catches the pride that flashes in his eyes. “Well, we’re glad you’re home,” he says, pulling her in for a kiss. “Missed you.”

“Did you now?”

He hums in confirmation, and she can only grin as he leans down to capture her lips in his again before kissing a path down the side of her jaw. “I could tell you how much,” he says, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulls her even closer to whisper in her ear, “but I think you’d much prefer that I show you.”

“Actually…” she says, pulling away to show him the smirk that’s formed on her lips. “I’d much prefer to have a bathroom that’s not covered in makeup.” He throws his head back in a groan, and she chuckles as she pats his shoulder. “Get cleaning, soldier.”

He shakes his head as he watches her make her way out, a smug look practically plastered on her face. “Tease!”

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#Romanogers #In Her Eyes #And I'd Choose You #Captain America #Black Widow #Steve Rogers #Natasha Romanoff #drabbles

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praisethesuuun · 1 year

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I can I request a Nikola Tesla NSFW alphabet please?💖

I hope I nailed this one or I'll cry-

NIKOLA TESLA: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

I'm sorry, but it depends on the circumstances. It's possible that Tesla gets some ideas along the way for one of his inventions, so he runs off to jot it down somewhere, leaving you in an empty and cold bed. When he decides to give you the attention you deserve, the scientist always brings you something to drink or your favorite snack.

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

I don't know if it can be considered a real part of the body, but Nikola prides himself a lot on his memory: it can remember your every favorite position or sensitive spot, leaving you breathless every time. His favorite part of your body is your knees, that's because it's not uncommon for you to kneel down for a service while he works in his workshop. Tesla likes to see the red on your legs, remembering of the wonderful time you two had together.

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

Without a shadow of a doubt on the face, because it makes him feel proud of the work he has done. The scientist gets excited again every time you open your mouth full of his cum, swallowing it whole like the good girl you are.

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

Though he may appear innocent and determined, in the bedroom Nikola is ruthless. He loves to hear you pray for him, he has to be the only one for you and he doesn't hesitate to fuck you for hours on end, denying your climax.

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Tesla has never been in a serious relationship, so his experience is limited as he's only had one-night stands. This can be explained very easily: you are the only one who has stood by him despite his work, accepting the fact that you can't see the scientist too often, but enjoying great sex.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

He likes to hold you up with your back against the wall, fucking you dumb while kissing your neck and lips. Nikola bases everything on the temperature play between your body and the cold wall of his laboratory, giving you chills and goosebumps.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

Of course, I think it was obvious. He often uses jokes to mock you, underlining your positions, not to mention when he starts speaking French, making you blush like never before. "Dans cette position, tu es magnifique, mon amour~" "Keep going, Nikola!"

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

The carpet is litgher compared to the curtains. Plus, it's not too clean since the scientist spends most of the day in the lab, thinking about anything but that; BUT, he still try to keep it clean for you (what a gentleman).

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

Just think of the way he remembers each of your body parts by heart or his willingness to speak different languages to turn you on. Tesla is one of the most romantic, you are his little flower in the middle of his world made of metal and iron.

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

You even caught him once: it may happen that Nikola can't see you enough to satisfy his needs, so every now and then, locking himself in his laboratory...

K: kinks <their kinks>

He goes nuts everytime you call him daddy, he just can't help it, it makes him feel so dominant! He also has a thing for temperature play, in particular Tesla likes to slide one of his iron tools over your skin, blindfolding you with his necktie.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

What better place than his beloved laboratory? There, the walls are soundproofed and no one can come and disturb you given the way Nikola cares about his privacy.

M: motivation <what turns them on>

Tesla gets hard when you listen carefully to him about everything about science, his inventions and his way of working. To see your eyes light up like that at his every word...Take off your clothes baby, you're in for a long night.

N: no <things they refuse to do>

He doesn't like it when you restrict him from seeing or touching you, he hates it. If you decide to do this, he will constantly whine like a newborn, forcing you to untie him.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

Receiving, absolutely. Especially when you decide to disturb or distract him from his work by carefully kneeling under his desk and unzipping it. "W-wait, honey! Let me just finish this- oh fuck~"

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

Again, it depends on the day. If you are celebrating a successful Tesla project, then it will go fast and mercilessly, making you scream in a whirlwind of excitement. But the pace becomes slow when he sees how much he has neglected you in those days, trying to make it up to you and giving you all the attention you deserve.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

Quickies are a very normal thing, since you two don't know how much time will pass from your next fuck. Every place is good, whether it's a bar or his laboratory.

R: risk <...DUH>

In the name of science, yes. Tesla will push you to the limit, more out of curiosity than anything else, seeing how much you can handle.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

If there's one thing Nikola doesn't lack, it's energy. It can go on as long as you like, never getting tired and ready for a new round whenever you come. Good luck!

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

I mean...he can build them, so why not? Indeed, just from his careful analysis of you, he could be able to build the definitive toy. Do you know that he will use it on you relentlessly? Prepare yourself, you'll need it.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

He is the king of teasing. His favorite way to do it is cockwarming you while there are other people in the room, being careful not to get caught and moving occasionally to make you sigh.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

Tesla is so noisy! No, seriously, how can you handle it? He start throwing all phrases in French, compliments or how much he's enjoying the moment. He can't shut up.

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

Once you forgot to lock the lab door, so one of his helpers came in at just the worst time. Tesla didn't seem disturbed, on the other hand you were dying of embarrassment, just like the poor fellow who saw you.

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

I mean, he's pretty big, with the base slightly larger that the tip, that is #e0aaa8. Tesla's dick has some small veins here and there.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

Given how busy his work is, Nikola has to bottle all the hornyness he has, leading him to pounce on you every chance he gets.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Nah, he doesn't fall asleep. I don't even know if you've ever seen him do that...

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror x you #snv x reader #snv x you #request #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror tesla #snv tesla #nikola tesla #record of ragnarok tesla

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I also never received my goods. Please I want to read this so bad 😭 I'll take a nap for it 🙌

Here's the answer, Lore (literally, the full synopsis of my work, start to finish). Now go to sleep

I'm adding a keep reading because there is going to be a lot

Okay, so first of all, it's set in the show universe and this is for a very good reason, I promise you. In Shadow and Bone s2, Wylan is introduced. This is important because they speed up wesper's arc (which a lot of people are mad about but I don't honestly mind, I feel like it was still in character and I love the way they did it and, hey, they were the only happy couple in s2 so-). Anyway, the important thing is that at the end of s2, the Crows don't know Wylan's a Van Eck. Apart from Kaz, he does hint at it

So, basically, my fic idea (Bow Before Your King is the title, I'm quite proud of it) is set in the show universe. At the start of the fic, we have like one chapter of everything being alright for wesper. Kaz says they've got a new job. (Matthias is still in jail, btw, this is pre-Ice Court) They've got all the Crows apart from Matthias. Kaz's job is pretty big money and also surprisingly easy. There's a new exhibition coming to the Ketterdam Museum of Culture about an ancient Zemeni king - from long before the monarchy in Novyi Zem was abolished. Supposedly, a lot of the exhibit is solid gold. All they need to do is rob it.

Inej doesn't like it. Neither does Jesper. They've still got to go but Inej doesn't believe in stealing sacred artifacts, she thinks no good will come of it. And Jesper grew up in Novyi Zem, he learnt all about the legend and urban myths of curses and ghosts these kings protected their treasure with. Either way, they've got to do the job tonight.

Jesper nips round to Wylan's workshop for some distraction, where Wylan is packing for the job. Jesper notices some post on his table. Wanting to be helpful, he scoops it up and flicks through it. Most of its bills but one letter catches his attention. It's thick and good-quality and written on expensive paper. It's sealed with a wax crest with a laurel crown on it. A Mercher's writing to his boyfriend, but why?

Jesper asks Wylan about it. Wylan gets terrified and begs him not to open it, tells him it's just junk. Jesper calls absolute bullshit and opens it anyone. Out loud, he reads

Wylan, My son, if you can read this, know that I miss you and am begging you to come home. Please, if you can read this, come back to where you belong. Your father, Jan Van Eck

Jesper explodes at Wylan (which is honestly, quite understandable). He feels betrayed and lied to and they have this massive fight, Wylan defending himself and Jesper saying he thought he could trust Wylan to listen to his truth and tell the truth. (at this point in the series, we know Jesper's a Durast and about his mum and everything). I've got a brilliant little piece of dialogue which is just *chef's kiss*

Wylan: I learnt very quickly you had to lie to survive in the Barrel

Jesper: This isn't survival, Wy. This is us

^^^ This is how they go to the job. Keep that in mind while you read the rest of this

They go to the job, pissed off and not talking to each other. Inej notices and sidles up to Jesper, checking he's okay. In whispers (cos they're in a museum at night), Jesper explains the whole thing to her. He asks if anyone knew Wylan was a merchling. Inej says that she knew

J: What?!

I: Kaz knew too. And where do you think he gets his information from?

J: So does everyone know about my boyfriend's past but me?

It doesn't exactly make Jesper feel better (especially considering he was going to tell Wylan he loved him-). In this state of mind, he's feeling pretty reckless

They split off into groups when they reach the exhibition to find what they're looking for, which is a solid gold altar. Inej and Nina go off on their own while Kaz, Jesper and Wylan explore another side of the room.

Jesper finds the altar. Wylan tells him to be careful. Jesper scoffs and, true to book form, snarks at him and calls him 'merchling'. He leans his hand on the altar and tells Wylan that "nothing's going to happen."

Jesper gets possessed. By the soul of an ancient, young Zemeni king called Rhamani III, who was killed on the very altar Jesper leaned against. Once they all get over the language barrier (which involves a very annoyed Nina and Wylan slapping Rhamani, at Nina's insistence), they realise what a massive problem this is.

Not only does Rhamani have a Zemeni accent, he acts nothing like Jesper. He doesn't stand like him, he doesn't talk like him, he doesn't have the same opinions. He doesn't even know how to fire a gun. The only thing Jesper and Rhamani have in common is flirting with poor Wylan (who is, at this point in time, still in a relationship with Jesper that he's very committed to, despite them having fought)

Kaz insists Rhamani needs to stay out of the Barrel while they sort this out and instructs Wylan that he'll have to share his workshop (which is on Rozenstraat, a little way away from the Barrel) with Rhamani. Rhamani is delighted, Wylan is not.

While Kaz, Nina and Inej try and find a way to un-possess Jesper, Rhamani spends all of his time flirting with Wylan and distracting him from his work. Oh, and trying to convince him to break up with Jesper because, apparently, "Jesper lacks security as a lover. Security I can provide." He also thinks Jesper's powers are a curse, which he states. Multiple times. Yay... Jesper can still hear everything that's going on, by the way.

(so he also hears when Wylan turns Rhamani down and admits to him that he loves Jesper, for everything and despite everything)

Kaz brings a load of old Zemeni books to Wylan's workshop for Rhamani to work on. Rhamani, after Wylan asked him, said he wanted to help find how to 'free Jesper'. He starts reading one of the books and finds something. Wylan notices it in his face (he's very bad at hiding his emotions) and asks him about it. Rhamani accuses him and says he could just read it for himself. Rhamani is a king, not a commoner who reads to people. Wylan admits that, no, he couldn't just read it himself and if Rhamani has access to all of Jesper's memories (which he does) why didn't he know that already?

Rhamani makes up some excuse and Wylan accuses him of lying. They have a row and Wylan leaves. He heads to the Crow Club, where he finds Kaz, bleeding

In Kaz's words, he "walked into a fight I couldn't walk out of". Wylan gets him to admit that he needs Jesper just as much as the rest of them.

Wylan goes back to his workshop. Rhamani doesn't apologise but he doesn't mention the reading thing again. He tries to make a physical come-on to Wylan and Wylan very possibly breaks his nose. He runs again.

When he gets back to his workshop with Inej as backup, he finds the place is trashed. Chemicals and glass are strewn about the floor and the vapour makes him gag. Rhamani's passed out inside and Wylan saves him, much to Rhamani's surprise. They go to the Crow Club and lock Rhamani in Jesper's room. Wylan cleans up his workshop and tries not to cry about it.

Back at the Crow Club, the crows are trying a variety of techniques to get Rhamani to tell them how to lift the curse and free Jesper. He won't talk. When Wylan gets there, he appeals to the side of himself that Rhamani's always shown. He kneels beside Rhamani's chair and implores him, as a subject would, to return their friend to them. Rhamani concedes and tells them. The other crows are incredibly surprised at Wylan being able to do that. He just admits that A) he's grown up around men like that and B) you just need to know what side to appeal to to seem helpless

They go back to the exhibit and Jesper gets un-possessed (idk how yet but shhhhhh). Jesper and Inej have a little reunion but Wylan hangs back with Kaz. He wants to run to Jesper and hug him and cry that he's alright but he doesn't. He's scared to.

(also, in a deleted scene for the show, Jesper asks Wylan to move in with him so, that's what this next scene is about)

That night, when Jesper's in his room, there's a knock at the door. It's Wylan, bringing him some tea and coming to collect his stuff. When Jesper asks why, Wylan admits he didn't think Jesper would want him after what happened. They talk about the fight and it's all very cute and very soft and they make up. The end!

Now, you've got what you wanted. Please go to sleep

#lore <3 #lore go to sleep challenge #wesper #six of crows #six of crows fanfic #fanfiction idea #my ideas #blaize answers #blaize's ideas #fanfic idea #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik

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No Scones

Summary: Finding out where Xander has escaped to for the day

Word count: 631

Warnings: None

Whenever my aunt and uncle go on a dealer’s trip, they always manage to find the most unusual treasures. The latest and probably craziest find, an astronomical clock made by Rasmus Sørnes himself. Like many of the items that come through the store, it needs a bit of love before it can go to its new home. In this case, some wealthy physicist.

“Tobias Hawthorne would adore this,” I say, running my hand along the cold base, “this is far beyond anything we know Aunt Nina.”

“You are completely right,” Xander was making his way to the upstairs workshop, Willa bounding after him. “My grandfather would have adored such mastery of art and mathematics.”

His eyes were puffy, but that is the only obvious indication of recent events. Xander doesn’t have that extra liveliness in his step like he normally does and he isn’t wearing his school uniform. Where he’s been most of the day remains a mystery.

“Your brothers are worried about you, Xander. They thought you went to school, but if I knew you’d be here I would have brought scones.”

“I’m not hungry.”

His short response is jarring to say the least. Xander begins examining the inner workings of the clock. Nina and Jay must think his capabilities with robotics can be applied to this, but the two things seem unrelated to me. Nina stands tight lipped holding two large boxes, wearily glancing between us.

“There are several unique editions in one. Only a few need major repairs before Jay can do anything with them,” she says, setting them on a worktable. “My comfort to you and your family Xander. Take all the time you need before you try anything with the clock.”

Xander swallows hard and nods, allowing Nina to squeeze him in a hug before she leaves us to our projects.

To Grayson

Me: FYI Xander is at J+N’s store

One of the boxes has my name written on it followed by instructions stating it is for my eyes only. Something tells me I should open it in private, so I unpack some of the “unique editions.” Willa appears on the table, thoroughly inspecting every volume I set aside. A few are ancient, but in good condition. Others are falling apart and one looks like it’s been repaired many times; a hodgepodge of pages from different prints. It becomes a clear favorite of Willa’s as she lays her head atop it ready for another nap. She flinches slightly when my phone rings.

“Hey Grayson,”

“Hey flower, can you let Xander know someone will be there to pick him up soon? He hasn’t been responding to anyone today.”

“Of course, as long as you be nice to everyone and learn to relax a bit,” I say.

“Who says I don’t know how to relax? “ Grayson asks incredulously, “Don’t answer that. All I’ve been doing is being nice to everyone. I’ve taken care of everything in the best interests of my family, so no one has to think about anything. I’ll be by later, if that’s okay with you of course.”

“My door is always open, you all know that.”

“That could be problematic for you one day, Davis,” he jokes

“I’ll be fine Hawthorne,” I say before hanging up.

Xander scoops up Willa and leans against the table. When I turn to speak, he holds up a hand, “You should ask before you do that. Give me the same courtesy you give my brother please.”

I just nod and reach to scratch the cat’s head, taking advantage of her affectionate mood. Before I’m able to leave, Jay and Nina ask about taking food to the family. Aunt Nina pointed out that the staff probably weren’t close to Tobias Hawthorne and would easily carry on per usual.

#grayson hawthorne x reader #Xander Hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne fanfic #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #the inheritance games #the inheritance games fanfic #the hawthorne legacy #The Hawthorne Brothers #the final gambit #hawthorne brothers #avery grambs #libby grambs #fanfiction #fanfic #they need hugs

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FirstKhao Content Index

Started: Sep 12, 2022 || Updated: Nov 11, 2022

this is... a content index? idk it’s like random compilations and dynamics and thoughts, so not like my other content indices

I love that they and their fan service remind me of kpop shipping which is like “we’re besties :) i love you a lot best friend” because I’m not really into “ooh are we dating? maybe” fanservice/dynamics, so I hope it doesn’t change.

First crying or getting emotional during sentimental moments

First crying when they pranked(?) him about Toe Laew breaking up

First Birthday IG Live last year where Khaotung wishes him well: "It will be emotional. No. stop." Didn't cry but was basically like stop before I do

First and Khaotung Workshop where they develop emotional intimacy. Khaotung's doing fine but First starts crying. This was the first time I'd seen him cry and was slightly taken aback wondering why he was crying when everybody else was chill but after following him for like 1 month, I was like ah

First and Khaotung event that was live online where Khaotung was wishing First birthday wishes this year and First was like "Tears are coming. Enough."

First expresses wanting "to build a house with the same fences as [Khaotung's]." This is the only time I've seen where Khao's crying too, wonder what the full video will be like.

First getting emotional when reading Tay’s comment to him in Safe House 4 + trying to not cry later when the group sings together

I think it's so endearing that First gets emotional/cries so easily and will sometimes put a stop to sentimental things before he ends up crying.

My longass thread of Khao taking care of or helping First because of his injured arm. It’s sooo important and pleasant to me when people just casually are helpful and attentive to someone’s needs T.T An NCT J/J fic made me realize it and wow I’ve not been the same since because Jeno quietly looks after Jaemin and just... so arrow to the heart fr (the spring i've been waiting by forlilcrickee). Anyway, Khao helping First with everything is adorable.

Safe House Season 4

They’re just cute and together all the time

First’s voice in his head saying Khao is cute and the older guys hosting an interview about it

Not KhaoFirst but Tay and First are soooo cute and clingy and kissy together. With OffGun, I fell into OffGunTay and GunTay and seems like it’ll happen here too lol KhaoFirstTay and TayFirst. Anyway, here’s a reddit post about it on r/ThaiBL, search up tayfirst on the blog for more, I liked some tiktoks as well. This "tay thought first was asking for a kiss on his cheek when he was telling there's something on this face” TayFirst kiss is sooo good, especially because it’s practically what happened in 21 Days Theory recently like seriously straight out of a BL.

Also Tay/First/Khao are good and cute too.

IG/Bilibili Lives

The Aug 26, 2022 IG live was a whole Time, spawned some iconic moments as shown in these tiktoks that got hella lotta views/likes and are high up in the firstkhaotung hashtag one two

[Fave] April 29, 2020 Bilibili live. Saw this clip where they’re extremely flirty for no freaking reason, they’re not even a cp, absolutely unhinged. this other clip of first calling khao handsome and them having a mini crisis

May 22, 2020 This Ohm and First IG Live before The Shipper ep 1 release where First is at Khao’s house. They got questioned and teased about it lol like hello it’s supposed to be Ohm/First because of The Shipper yet this KhaoFirst stray agenda T.T Khao didn’t even appear much in the live

Times When First Says Khao Plays Tricks On Him

I think people generally tend to think First would be the one playing pranks on Khao and my mans is on a mission to let everyone know that Khao is, in fact, a trickster and a prankster behind the camera.

Sep 1, 2022 Galaxy A53 live: “First’s happiness is teasing Khaotung, right?” “ Actually, he teases me. I don’t tease him. This is him in front of the camera that everyone sees. He’s not acting but this is a part of him when he’s working. When he's behind the camera, he likes teasing.”

Safe House 4 Day 5 clip: Khao pushes First, First tells the audience to look and see First isn’t the one teasing, Khao drags First out of frame

Before Becoming CP

The IG lives they did before then

July 7, 2020: first tweeted he wanted to see the stars and tagged khaotung

Twitter thread by swwwwii: A thread of #firstkhaotung 2018-2021

To Watch

StarStruckxFirstKhaotung - It’s an English interview, so I can actually watch it instead of catching a few translated tweets here and there

Praew Magazine Interview of FirstKhaotung

KAZZTalK Interview

เมาท์เรื่องเกินคาธ จากกอง "คาธ" กับ เฟิร์ส ข้าวตัง หลุยส์ นีโอ

Oct 12 ArmShare KhaoFirst

(ENG SUB) ชวน “เฟิร์ส-ข้าวตัง” มา REACT

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Let’s Talk BL Interview - another English one and this time for a podcast I regularly listen to!

Episode 0 Eclipse

ชวน “เฟิร์ส-ข้าวตัง” มา REACT ซีนสุดพีคในซีรีส์ คาธ The Eclipse - Watching this after the LITA Cast reactions. Interesting to see First point out certain things like Neo flexing his muscles or Khao tilting his head a certain way to make a tear fall. First is soooo cute here, my babygirl

#khaofirst #tracking #to watch

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appleofthemoon · 1 year

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J, V, Z For Doyoung of NCT? I am not sure if this ask fits the Alphabet request criteria but I am curious to see your view upon this :)

note. this is my second to last ask for this game so i’m really feeling the emotions—but yes, this might just be the most gory of them all.. maybe.

code. zero; what will they do when they have nothing left?

warning. allusion to murder, delusional muse, unethical creation/reanimation of life.

anyone's tether can be cut, you just need the right instrument to do it. for inventor! doyoung, your sudden death is the catalyst that leads him to lose touch with sanity. day and night, he locks himself in his workshop to repair what he believes is merely damaged. pull apart the limbs, replace them with sturdier pieces, observe their efficiency, repeat—that comes to be his daily routine.

if he truly loves you, he'll let you rest in peace. but what about him, hm? he needs you, the silence—the one he considered his friend before you came in and painted his bland life with color—unsettles him.

once doyoung succeeds in his experiment, he'll tell you everything. he'll say he loves you while his arms come close to crushing your artificial torso, he'll express his sadness over losing you for a period of time, and he'll apologize for holding the knife that took your life.

then he'll dismantle you again and tweak your system some more until you respond that you forgive him.

the game is closed for the season, thanks for joining in !

#muse : doyoung.#yandere nct #yandere nct 127 #yandere doyoung #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #doyoung imagines #doyoung scenarios #doyoung au

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riovano-sandrax · 1 year

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Source is my fantasies about krs BCZ I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.ahem.

Ok so we know that krs was a strategist in team 1 right? And from what we know even though he was a strategist he still went to the frontlines even if LSH and CJS told him not to.

And from what we know he didn’t have any other talents or skills like record (not instant bcz he gets that when he becomes team leader)

So I had this idea that due to LSH and CJS opposition to him recklessly running to the frontlines, he decided to help them in ways other than strategy.

Which is what this au is about! SNIPER KRS HELL YAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAAYYAYYA

If you think that normal bullets or weapons won’t work on the monsters, which you are right but what if the sniper and bullets he uses are created from a special ability user.

I don’t really have a name for them or gender or really anything appearance wise, but you can have them be mysterious or something or you creat an identity for them if you like.

But their ability isn’t support or attack based, not even healing or anything else.

It’s creation. Only weapons tho, which is plenty of things so they were dubbed the ‘special’ grade 1 ability user bcz of how useful it is. I didn’t really think of any rules or backlash the ability might have but you don’t really need to explain that.

So about how they(special grade 1 ability user) create the sniper for krs is up to you.

But they should probably know each other beforehand so setting up the convo can be easier.

But krs will probably be really straightforward and just go to their workshop or wtv and ask them to create it. Everything else is up to you.

So about how you’re gonna start the Fic I really want you to include both cale(og krs) and og krs..when he was og krs? 😭

Timeline can be after cale stabbed him self with a chopstick, (you should probably not include hunters cuz they’re a bitch and just toooooooo much) or a few years prior to that event when they just be chilling in the villa and cale Vibing with his slacker life.

I should have probably explained this at first since all the things I said about og krd is when cale is recalling a record when he’s at the training grounds at the villa or black castle/castle of light? In the FOD.

So liek the wolf kids be training with Choi Han and Hannah and one of them (your choice) ask cale if he knows how to wield any type of weapons.

We know cale would say no but for the sake of this Fic….he’ll tell them.

And his family should probably know about the transmigration but no need to write that it’s too much. But say that they know about it and they chill.

So when one of them asks this question all of them focus on cale bcz they want to know too. Especially Choi Han (if he isn’t the one who asked) since he knows about the weapons on earth.

So yea cale says he wields a sniper they ask what that is (add convo of your choice and other people present when this convo happens if you want) amd fast forward to when cale is sketching out a blue print for a sniper.yes. They go to the lab and shit and stuff stuff I don’t want to write too much about this bcz it’s not important details I trust you can take care of that. So Rosalyn and Eruhaben are there cuz if not then where would they be lol. Cale gives the blue print to Eruhaben and told the group to get out so he can start creating it (ik they should probably go to a blacksmith or weaponsmith….? Idk but sniper pretty complicated and literally from another world so it’s should be handled by gramps) Choi Han asks about the bullets and cale says he wrote the formula and materials to make the stuff inside a bullet (yk the powder thingy that’s black) on the blue print.

So fast forward two days later or how ever much you want. The sniper is created and literally all of his family at this point heard of this new weapon and they’re very curious so all of them gathered in the training grounds (all of them should be there but you can choose who to include in dialogue and narration so yea ppl can be there but you just don’t know..)

Oh yea cale should probably wear headphones or the equivalent of headphones in that world I guess should probably exist since winter and the cold exist so yea OH EAR MUFFLERS I think that’s what they called so yea that.

It’s 12 rn so I’ll finish this tomorrow but the outline right now is:

1-Someone ask cale about weapon. He creat blue print. He request grandpa to make weapon

2-during the time Eruhaben the creating the sniper he recalls a record which is what I told you about I DONT WANNA WRITE UT AGIAN A

SHSBUHSBSH😭😭😭

3-weapon done. We go boom boom.

(I wrote this way before for one of my fav authors, but they’ve been busy lately so here do what you want with it)

#Tcf #trash of the count's family #kim rok soo #sniper au #IM THIRSTY FOR CONTENT

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frooploos · 2 years

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Background somg belongs to Ichiko Aoba, somg name is “porcelain” from her album Windswept Adan, it’s very wonderful :D

REEE OK ONTO EVAN AND CLARA

FOR EVAN, he is a mute as a response to the traumas he endured both during and after the bite of 83/87. In my hc, he basically ended up getting trapped in fredbear with Cassidy to which he would proceed to not get tormented but definitely just idk bullied??? By Cassidy, cuz yk, ya, angry soul and such. He was pr much isolated for this entire time and so ofc, he just stops talking all together just so that Cassidy would leave him alone. (Not to vilify Cassidy btw, ik she’s a victim but, come on… she’s a kid :|, and an angry one at that)

A few things abt the mute thing, William input a feature to Evans voice box due to him never using it, where to communicate anything, he has the ability to make that sound lil old bear cubs do when they’re calling for mom n such. He also does that purring thing too when he feels very safe also. Why? Bc why not, his father’s a fucking rotting fursuit ffs lmao.A also Evan is a very very veeery big momma’s boy. He always runs to her for whatever, and she kinda enforces it on accident, but that’s for another time.

UH AND FOR CLARA, due to the absolute lack of lore to her especially, I will tell my hc/ideas of her. Basically, she was the working parent who was hardly ever at home, same applied for William but at least he would come home around like idk let’s say 4pm, and then head straight to his workshop/garage. For Clara, she was a college psychology major (this is important, u will see), and had two jobs. She would typically come home from work after like maybe 11, so she hardly ever rlly spent much time with the kids, or paid attention. This was changed after the bite, she quit her job, dropped out, and at some point, dies of a car crash. (Will obvsly, puts her into ballora, yada yada the rest is known I believe)

After everything, and everyone is united, Clara chooses to be a house mom for a bit, knowing her mistakes and acknowledging this massive opportunity to redeem herself as a mother, to which she actually does. Ofc, she has a hard time adapting due to not being human anymore, missing when her kids were normal and still able to live normal lives, she misses it all and takes it pr hard. She responds to this by pr much being the therapist of the family, not JUST trying to be a mom, but also trying to ignore what happened in the past, and as if this is all normal.

At some point tho, the family is discovered by the J-G.E.M.S. Foundation, yes this is a j-gems reference bc those guys are so cool for what they do. Also this foundation specializes in paranormal/abnormal activity/incidents etc. and being a stepping stool for when I need convenience for the family rehabilitating. You can think of them as the SCP if u want, that’s basically what they are LOL.

BUTT YEAH, these mfs allow and provide support for the rehabilitation, and this includes giving Clara, Will, and maybe even Michael jobs. Clara, is given an online college education in psychology to continue that career, and so u can see where this is going. She becomes an actual therapist for everyone, (especially Evan) and even at some point, becomes a therapist for employees of the J-G.E.M.S.

Uhhh ya, for Will, I have an idea for what his job could be, but I’m still not too sure, I’ll take ideas if anyone has any. Or I just might go with this one, idk. BUTT FOR HIM, he gets a job in studying remnant for the foundation, since he has extensive knowledge in that field. The problem for him tho, is the fact that he has to make a trade with the J-G.E.M.S. If he wants them to keep supporting the family, the deal is Will has to answer a lot of questions from the foundation about EVERYTHING, and this is where he doesn’t know how to react. He is definitely very very cautious abt answering these questions and that’s all I’ve got rn.

Srry for the rlly long post lol idk where to put the jgems thing KEJDKDJDJ BYE BYE

#springtrap #fnaf au #afton family #william afton #clara afton #evan afton #crying child #fnaf recovery au

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just-another-frender-blog · 1 year

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The big question: what did you think about the Futurama Comedy Central revival? 😬

So, I'll be 100% honest: I think the hate for the Comedy Central revival is overblown. Everyone's opinions are valid, of course, but I do really like it. I'm glad it got brought back.

I tend to be very patient when it comes to pieces of media I love. I don't always have the highest standards for media either. I'm a massive fan of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and that franchise has very low moments. When Detective Pikachu came out, I saw it three times while it was in theaters. When I was in middle school, I was so obsessed with Naruto that I watched all the unnecessary filler episodes. I should mention that I absolutely love Beast With a Billion Backs despite its faults, it's my second favorite Futurama movie. Once my brain hyperfixates on a piece of fiction, I'll be more forgiving of its faults.

That being said, I think that the Comedy Central era of Futurama has the worst episodes by far. To the point where I have a list of episodes that I will never ever watch again. I also pretend that they aren't canon and don't exist. It doesn't help that the Comedy Central era's season 6 fumbles so hard at the beginning. Imagine my disappointment to find out that the "shut up and take my money" meme comes from the absolute worst episode in the entire show (tied with "The Butterjunk Effect"). These earlier episodes didn't leave a very good impression on me, so it my opinion was very shaky at first.

And then it drops some of the best the series has to offer with "Lethal Inspection" and "The Late Philip J Fry." "Prisoner of Benda" has a moment where Zoidberg switches bodies with Fry, and he blows up Fry and Bender's apartment. That made me laugh harder than anything I've ever seen on TV. And those episodes are far from being the only good episodes in the Comedy Central era. Some of the Comedy Central era episodes are the best the series has to offer. And that alone makes this part of the series worth watching for anyone who's a fan of this show. What I've noticed for seasons 6 and 7, is that the first half seems to have problems with finding its footing, and then the second half does a really good job.

I have an idea about why the later episodes are like this. For one, Comedy Central was way looser on its restrictions than Fox. This meant that the Futurama writing team could do whatever they wanted. Unfortunately, there are instances where limitations can help improve writing quality because it forces the writers to get more creative. They lost some writers due to a lower budget, so I imagine that was an issue as well. Kristen Gore, who wrote "Leela's Homeworld," didn't return to the CC era (yup, she's Al Gore's daughter). I have some issues with the way Leela is handled in certain episodes, and I think this might be one of the reasons why. The writers apparently didn't feel pressured to make all the jokes perfect this time, which I imagine could really wear on them at a point. I can tell that some of the lines they wrote probably needed to be workshopped and rewritten.

There are character consistency problems as well, but this is bound to happen in episodic shows that go on for 100+ episodes. In the Comedy Central era, there are some moments I would consider character assassination, but as I said earlier, I pretend those episodes aren't canon. For the most part, they still capture the spirit of the characters just fine. There was also likely some strife in the writer's room regarding certain elements. If I had to guess, they were likely writing under the pressure that they weren't sure if this show was going to end or not, so they had to make everything open-ended enough.

The original Futurama has some of the tightest writing I've ever seen on TV. That type of near-perfection is nearly impossible to recapture under different circumstances a decade later. But they still made a good amount of impressive episodes. They tried to make up for some of the older episodes that haven't aged well, even if their attempts were a bit clunky. They have a ton of super cool sci-fi concepts they get to explore. And some of these episodes are just batshit unhinged in a way that really appeals to me. So yeah, I think CC era has the worst the series has to offer, but it also has the best the series has to offer. *Also, I think that some of the criticism I've seen for the CC episodes is too nit-picky and pretentious, but that's just my take.*

If you watch the CC era, do yourself a favor and skip these episodes: "In-A-Gadda-De-Leela," "Attack of the Killer App" (fuck this episode), "The Futurama Holiday Spectacular," "The Butterjunk Effect" (fuck this episode too), and "Naturama." Honestly, I thought everything else was fine, some being more mediocre than others.

"Yo Leela Leela" and "Neutopia" really aren't great, but they aren't bad enough to nearly ruin my enjoyment of this show, unlike the above episodes.

Here are my favorite episodes in the CC era: "Lethal Inspection," "The Late Philip J. Fry," "The Prisoner of Benda," "The Silence of the Clamps," (Zoidberg vs Clamps, a fight between god tier characters), "Mobius Dick," "Benderama," "The Tip of the Zoidberg," "Ghost in the Machines" (more like gays in the machines, hahaha), "All the Presidents Heads," "Cold Warriors," Reincarnation," "Overclockwise," "The Bots and the Bees," "Decision 3012," "The Six Million Dollar Mon" (yes, I'm adding it for the Robit Brain song alone), "Forty Percent Leadbelly," “Freewill Hunting,” "2-D Blacktop," "The Inhuman Torch," "Saturday Morning Fun Pit," "Leela and the Genestalk," "Game of Tones," "Murder on the Planet Express," "Stench and Stenchibility," and finally, "Meanwhile."

All of the above are my personal favorites. I found everything else enjoyable and I would still rewatch them. Shoutout to the Bender robot fox episode that parodies "The Most Dangerous Game." It's one of the weirdest episode concepts I've ever seen. I have no idea what possessed them to write that episode, but I got a kick out of it.

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dari-ede · 2 years

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In the Middle of the Night Chapter 2

Chapter 2: “어제와 같은 하늘색인데”

[eojewa gateun haneulsaeginde]

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

MASTERLIST

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Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader

Rating: M (explicit language, future explicit sexual scenes)

Status: COMPLETE

Warnings/spoilers: mention of members’ girlfriends: Jin, J-Hope, and Jungkook all have girlfriends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Two Years Later…-

Seoul, South Korea

This elevator was going so slow. I knew I shouldn’t have stopped for coffee. I was doing so well on time, but my caffeine addiction got the best of me. Everything had gone smoothly, right up until I left the café. At leaving, fans recognized me—mask and all! Of course, I couldn’t ignore them, so I engaged with them and it took a good while to make my way to my car.

Pretty sure I could have arrived faster if I had a driver, but the American side of me prided herself in independence and refused to hire a private driver. My manager, Kyongsoo, and I got into many arguments regarding this. I had been living in Seoul for close to two years. I had come here for inspiration and wanted the freedom to go and see whatever I wanted in my own time.

I came to Seoul because as an artist, I wanted to challenge myself. I had sold millions of albums worldwide, won multiple awards, and performed in sold-out stadiums around the globe. My contract with my old label had expired and for many reasons, I chose not to renew it. One of the reasons I hadn’t was I had hit a wall—I didn’t know what my next album would contain. I had sung about topics important to me: self-worth, women empowerment, and toxic relationships. I didn’t know what else to write about.

After months of therapy with Dr. Rob, I figured this artistic wall was one of the reasons for my panic attack two years ago. I believed the biggest hurdle I needed to overcome was my creativity. While he believed my panic attacks were deeply rooted in something else, he did agree with me that music was a big component and pushed me to discuss my concerns with other music friends. I had the tendency to never speak about my troubles to my closest friends. It would be good for my mental health to talk openly about my problems to loved ones.

It had been uncomfortable doing this, but I did it. I voiced my concerns to a few friends and one of them, Namjoon, suggested moving to Korea. He believed the change in scenery would benefit me. As a songwriter, my creative mind would remain active. I had written for other artists in the past, so this wouldn’t be too new for me. Plus, I wasn’t a stranger to Korea. I had visited the country regularly since my teens. Dr. Rob had agreed a change would be good for me, so as long as we continued our sessions through video chat.

So, I packed up and moved to Seoul in January 2020. I was supposed to be here for 6 months, but everything changed in such a short time. I ended up staying longer due to the pandemic. My tourist visa became a long-term visa. It should have all felt like a nightmare, but it had become a blessing. My creativity had come back from working with other artists. I helped create music I was proud of. And while I still had felt no inspiration to write music for myself, my sense of worth had come back.

But my days in Korea were numbered. My Visa was expiring in a few months. I wasn’t sure what was to come after. Would I return to the States? Extend my Visa for another six months?

Thinking about whether I was going to be leaving Korea caused my heart rate to increase. I settled myself and remembered the steps Dr. Rob had worked with me.

After some months of therapy with Dr. Rob, I had viewed a change in my anxiety. I was calmer. Namjoon had been right: therapy had helped my quality of life. I was forever grateful to my friend for helping push me to get the help I needed.

A sudden ring echoed around me, signaling I had arrived at my floor. It was the noise that I needed to bring me to the present. I hurried to the meeting room. Thankfully, I wasn’t the last to arrive. I greeted everyone and they welcomed me as I made my way to an empty chair. I was about to sit down when I heard someone call out ‘noona’. There were less than a dozen people present, and I was the only female, so I knew it was directed at me.

Taehyung was looking right at me and making a motion with his hand, pointing to a chair closer to him. “Noona,” he repeated.

I didn’t understand why it mattered where I sat but seeing that I adored Tae like a little brother, I often gave in to whatever he wanted. I walked to the chair he wanted me to sit in.

Hoseok waved at me excitedly. It had been a good while since we last hung out; I made a mental note to ask him and his girlfriend if they wanted to come over sometime this week so we could catch up. Yoongi was to Hobi’s right and he was still as a statue. His eyes met mine, but he gave no wave or nod. He liked to ignore me a lot of the time, so I sent him a finger heart. If I didn’t have the mask on and if we were in a more relaxed environment, I would have blown him a kiss, knowing full well it would annoy him. When he saw my finger heart, he turned away.

I next caught eyes with Jin. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds when I finally winked at him. He turned a bit shy and laughed at the fact that I had beat him on winking at him first.

The last person I caught eyes with was Namjoon. I waved at him as he sent me a nod.

The doors opened and we all turned to find the two final members enter. Jimin and Jungkook apologized as they made their way to their seats. As Jimin passed me, I stuck my foot out a little, making him trip. Jungkook gave a low laugh watching his friend almost fall. Jimin sent me a “death stare” and shook his finger at me. “Noona…” he chided.

Jungkook pushed him forward and waved at me as he did so.

“Hi, cutie,” I whispered to him in English. It was a nickname I used on all three of the youngest in the group. Despite all of them being in their mid-20s, I would always view them as little brothers.

The moment Jimin and Jungkook sat down, the meeting started.

The concept for the guys' album had been decided on. It would be an anthology of the group’s work with only a few new songs included. A few ideas had been thrown around as to what old tracks would be included, but the guys still hadn’t collectively decided. Seeing this was going to be an important album and they were perfectionists, they wanted to get the track list right.

During the meeting, many thoughts were voiced about what type of new songs could be written. A good idea suggested was for the group to leave Seoul for a few days for a songwriting bootcamp. It would allow the band time away from distractions and to focus.

The guys liked the idea, but insisted they wanted little to no staff, nor cameras. Only songwriters and producers were welcome. The staff did not take much to convince. They tended to follow whatever wishes the seven men wanted. However, Sihyuk had a different approach.

“How about if there were cameras in the studio room? Only while you record. You can turn them off and on whenever you want,” he explained. “This way, it allows us to show the fans the creative process if we decide to do so in the future.”

The guys looked at each other, specifically at Namjoon. It didn’t take long for them to agree on the compromise.

The meeting was getting near the end. I was doing my best to keep up with my notes.

“Maya, do you have any suggestions?” asked Sihyuk.

In the twenty months I had lived in Korea, I had worked alongside Sihyuk numerous times on songs for his artists. Even though Sihyuk was an important man, he was easygoing and approachable. He was unlike most department heads I had the misfortune of knowing.

I answered his question, “Maybe each member can take lead in a workshop.”

Sihyuk looked intrigued. “What do you mean?”

I voiced the idea I had been thinking of the last few days. “It seems as if the guys all have different ideas on what they would like to include in the album. Let’s have them each come up with an idea or two and present it to the members. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a new song, just an idea for the album—whether that’s the track list or visuals or music video concept.”

The guys nodded, liking the idea.

And then I brought up an unspoken topic that everyone was uncomfortable talking about. “The future is unclear of where the group as a unit will be in a year or two years from now.” I could feel the shift in the air, see everyone’s bodies tense. “This will be the last time in a good while that all of them will be making new music together. I think this project deserves several days of work. It might get emotional,” I said, quickly looking over at Namjoon.

I remembered the last time I was in the room with him while he was writing a song.

~~~~~

(Early in the year…)

I was in the HYBE building working on music for another artist. It was lunch time and figured I would check on the guys to see if they were free to eat with me. After messaging with Hobi, I knew some of the guys were at working on a new song.

I entered the studio expecting high energy or excitement; however, I walked into a room full of a solemn atmosphere. Even Hobi wasn't his cheery self.

“What’s up?” I asked with caution.

Namjoon and Yoongi were sitting at the desk, looking down at some notes, scratching their heads and frowns on each of their faces. They didn’t even acknowledge my presence.

“They’re at a block,” Hobi answered, closing the door behind me.

Right at that moment, Yoongi let out a grunt and tossed down his pen. “Nothing good is coming out. I’m just going to submit my part as it is.”

Namjoon slouched more on his chair and he too let out a grunt as he shook his head in frustration. “It shouldn’t be this difficult.”

Yoongi got up from his chair. “We can’t do anything about it right now. It’s only going to get more frustrating. Maybe a small break will be good.”

Namjoon shook his head. “I’ll continue working on it a little more.”

“Do what you feel is best,” Yoongi said to him. He turned and finally acknowledged me. “You want to get lunch with us?”

I shook my head and turned to Namjoon. His neck hung off the chair as he massaged his forehead. I hadn’t seen him this stressed before when writing a song; it was concerning.

Yoongi followed my gaze. “Namjoonie will be alright. Just needs a breather. Maybe he’ll listen to you, though.” He gave me a pat on the arm and he and Hobi headed out.

I took Yoongi’s chair and sat in silence as Namjoon kept his eyes closed and tried to gather his emotions and thoughts.

It took a good while for him to straighten up on his chair. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked surprised at my presence. “I thought you left with Yoongi and Hobi.”

“I ate already,” I said, hoping my stomach didn’t make a noise and give me away.

“Liar,” he accused.

I smiled. He knew me well. And if he knew me well enough to know my lies, then he knew me well enough to know I wasn’t going to leave him alone at the moment. “What’s going on?”

He let out a heavy sigh. “This new song we’re set to release…I just can’t seem to write anything for it. The lyrics are to be bland with a pop sound to it. It’s just…” He stopped himself. He didn’t want to say anything too negative.

It had been over a year since my move to Korea and we had gotten quite close. Close enough for me to notice when Namjoon kept himself from being too open and honest. He didn’t like being pessimistic. He felt if he let his thoughts get too dark, it would lead him to his depression. He tried to be as positive as possible.

I didn't think it was a good thing to suppress emotions, though. They needed to be let out from time to time. “What?” I pushed.

He shook his head slightly. “I just want something…else…something more. The beat is there, and it will make people feel good. But the lyrics could be better—I think. There’s no meat to it.” There was a look of slight anger in his eyes, but he kept himself from staring at me for too long.

I let his words sit for a moment as I processed what the problem was. When I finally got it, I was sure how to answer, “Not all songs have to be deep, Namjoon. People, your fans, appreciate the deep meaningful ones that move them. But it was a tough year. During the dark days, sometimes you want to forget your problems and go somewhere happy to forget for a moment.”

“It just doesn’t seem genuine,” he immediately responded.

I nodded. “You’re right. But what’s wrong with pretending for a few minutes? You guys shoot 45-minute episodes of Run BTS with the intention to make people happy, right? How is releasing a 3-minute song any different?”

He didn’t reply, only sat there as if processing what I had said.

“You focus too much on the deep, profound, and heartbreaking emotions we humans go through. But the silly, fun moments need attention as well from time to time.”

It took a good while, but his mood changed slightly.

I managed to convince him to take a lunch with me. He was almost back to normal, but there was an aura around him that left me unsettled for him.

~~~~~~~

The song they had worked on earlier this year had become a global hit and Namjoon had eventually grown to embrace it. But that day had been the start of my suspicions that something wasn’t right. Something was off, and I still hadn't figured out what it was.

Namjoon spoke up at the meeting. “She’s right. We wanted to send a positive message out this summer, despite our own emotions going up and down…,” his words trailed off for a moment, keeping himself from saying something. He looked to think first and then continued. “It’s best if we kept the amount of people working on this project limited. I agree with Maya that emotions are going to come up.”

I could see the guys’ bodies stiffen. Jin began to blink repeatedly, a habit he exhibited when his nerves took over. Hobi’s leg began to shake as he moved his eyes downward. Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook’s eyes all glanced over at their leader, Jin, and Yoongi with a look of worry. Namjoon’s neck tightened. Yoongi appeared calm and collected, but I knew him well enough to tell by the way his arms were crossed that he was tense.

I was sure the worry had to be about Jin’s military enlistment. His and Yoongi's. It was a sensitive topic for the guys to discuss even with me. I wanted to talk about it, but I was always given a vague answer. I wasn’t sure if they didn’t want to discuss it because they themselves didn’t want to or because the label was preventing them to. And as much as I wanted to know my friends’ plan, I respected their wishes and didn’t push the matter.

Namjoon continued to speak but did so more slowly, wanting to ensure he kept himself calm. “We want to enjoy the rest of this year, regardless of what happens the year after. And in order to do so, I think some time away will do us good. This album is going to be the end of an era for us; it’s going to be emotionally draining.”

The members nodded in agreement.

Sihyuk also agreed. “Everyone going on this trip, please be sure to write down any materials you might need for this project so we can ensure you have it before you leave.”

We went on to discuss a little more detail about the workshops. It was decided unanimously that every member would take the lead in at least one workshop. I would be assisting some of the guys. And because of this, I was to go on the trip with them all week long, while the other producers would appear for a couple of days.

When the details were noted, Sihyuk asked, “Does anyone have anything else to add?”

Everyone was quiet.

“So, it’s settled. The guys will go on this trip, along with Maya. PDogg and Rabbit will be there for a couple of the workshops. We’ll use the Soop property. It’s big enough for everyone to be comfortable. And we’ll increase security.” He stood up. “It was a great meeting, everyone. Thank you all for your work.”

As some of Big Hit Music staff began to exit, I made my way over to the members.

Taehyung greeted me with a warm hug. “Hi, noona.”

I hugged him back, tightly. “Hi, cutie. How are you?” I asked.

Seeing him up close, I was getting a sense that something was off.

He gave me a soft look. “I’m doing ok. Today is a little rough.”

I rubbed his back in comfort. “I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”

Tae shook his head slightly. “No. I’m trying to focus on the good. This trip will be good. I’ll get to see you more. I forget you live here. Namjoonie-hyung keeps you to himself,” he said with a teasing look and low enough so only I could hear.

I gave him a look of warning.

In the many years of knowing Namjoon, I had always had a small crush on him. The crush came in small waves, never lasting and never too intense. I always made sure to smash it before it got too serious. I had never admitted it to anyone, but I never denied it either when the guys voiced their suspicions. However, it was one thing for the guys to tease me about it in private and another to say it in front of Big Hit employees. Sure, the staff had all signed NDAs which kept the guys' privacy well-protected. But if the wrong person heard the wrong thing, the tabloids would have a field day. Taehyung knew this, so I was annoyed he would take a risk and say something with staff members so close.

Taehyung caught on to my concern. He looked around, taking note who was still in the room. “No one here cares,” he assured me.

“No one cares about what?” asked Jungkook as he appeared behind me.

The boy was tall, so it was easy for him to place his chin on top of my head. His arms hugged me around the shoulders from behind.

Tae looked at me with a teasing smile. “Noona and Namjoonie-hyung hanging out a lot.”

I noticed the last of the staff leave, so I relaxed a bit. I let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m not good enough for him.” I could play around now that we were alone.

“You’re good enough for anyone,” Taehyung said defensively. He disliked when the people he cared for said anything negative about themselves—even in a joking matter.

Jungkook hugged me a little tighter. “The two should really start dating.”

Hobi appeared. “Who should date? Namjoonie and Mai-Mai?” he looked at me and laughed, calling me by their nickname for me. “Mai-Mai is too forward. Too scary.”

I sent him a glare. “Do you want to die? Ask Jungkook how strong my right hook is.” I shared Jungkook’s interest in boxing and on the rare times I went to the gym, I tagged along with him to box alongside him.

Jungkook laughed and pushed away from me. “Scary noona,” he said in English. He often said that when I boxed.

“Why is Maya scary?” came a deep voice.

Namjoon appeared at Tae’s other side and placed his hand on top of Tae’s shoulders.

“Mai-Mai is scary when she’s boxing,” Jungkook said. “You’ll see when we go to the forest. She looks terrifying.”

I rolled my eyes. “I do not look terrifying.”

“You do when you’re mad,” Hobi teased.

“Noona is very frightening when she’s angry,” came Jimin’s voice as he joined the group.

He was cute as a button, but I had no problem kicking him if he annoyed me too much.

“Remember when she almost got into a fight in that parking lot.” Jin was now a part of the discussion. He and Yoongi had joined the circle.

Not this story again. “I wasn’t going to fight the guy.”

There had been an incident many years ago that involved a rude guy in a parking lot. I had had a screaming match with him, despite the fact he had been twice my size. The guys thought I had been some sort of badass but they overexaggerated the story.

After several seconds of them laughing at me, Namjoon quieted everyone down. “Ok, ok. Let’s not get Mai-Mai upset or she’ll really start punching us.”

They all settled down.

“Eat?” Jungkook asked enthusiastically in English.

“I’m hungry,” Jin said rubbing his belly. “Who’s going? Yoongi made the reservations.”

Most of the group raised their hands.

Hobi looked at my raised hand. “You changed your appointment?”

I nodded. “Yups. I went to the dentist yesterday, so I’m free tonight.”

“Sorry, there’s no room,” Yoongi said with a deadpan tone.

This was our relationship: he was a jerk to me and I was an ass back.

“It’s alright. I’ll take your spot,” I retorted.

He looked unimpressed; his eyes halfway closed. “I’m the one who made the reservation.”

“We’ll just say Jimin is you. He’s the same height. I mean, his happy attitude will be a dead giveaway he’s not a crabby old grandpa, but we can make sure he doesn’t speak.”

The guys stood back and enjoyed our banter.

Yoongi didn’t respond, just continued to look bored with me and turned away.

I loved messing with him. “Yoongi, don’t give me attitude. I promise I’ll tell you I love you and kiss you on the cheek in front of everyone.”

That got a reaction out of him. His head snapped at me with a look full of disgust.

He knew I meant it; I had done it before.

Everyone laughed. Hobi clapped at the entertainment.

“I’ll make room, I’ll make room!” Yoongi promised.

Tae was wiping away tears of laughter. It was nice to see him in a lighter mood.

“Ok, who is going again? Raise both hands if your girlfriends are going. I’ll call the restaurant,” Yoongi said as he reached for his phone.

We all raised our hands, with some of the guys raising both arms.

Jungkook frowned at Namjoon’s raised hand, who a moment ago had not raised it. “I thought you were going to the studio.”

Namjoon shook his head. “And miss out on Maya kissing Yoongi-hyung?”

Yoongi looked “irritated”. “There will be no kissing. I want ten meters between us,” he warned as he motioned to an invisible wall between me and him.

I took a step forward with open arms and stepped forward, pushing through the invisible wall.

“Don’t!” Yoongi swatted me away as he dodged me.

He moved ahead of us and got out of the room, putting his phone to his ear as he made a call.

We all followed him out. And as we walked, I noticed Namjoon was behind with Taehyung.

I turned slightly to see what was going on between them.

Namjoon had his arm around his younger brother and rubbing his shoulder. I could hear Namjoon’s soothing voice but couldn’t hear the words. I noticed Tae’s becoming calm.

Namjoon always had the gift of soothing someone. His gift of words mixed incredibly well with his tone. It had worked on me.

“Hey, baby. We’re done and going to restaurant. Are you ready?”

The sudden English made me turn away from Namjoon. Having lived in Korea for a good while, hearing my primary language usually perked my interest.

I found it had been Jungkook who was speaking. He was a few feet from me and on the phone, surely talking to his European girlfriend, Yuna**.

“I can give her a ride,” I offered. Since I had my car, I might as well take in company. I knew how much Yuna disliked using the group’s drivers. She was a member of the Big Hit staff and able to call the company’s drivers whenever she wanted, but she was humble and preferred to take a taxi or walk rather than bother someone else. It was one of the many qualities of hers that I took a liking to.

Jungkook turned to me, looking grateful. “Maya-noona say she give you ride. No need for driver if you do not want.”

I could hear Yuna respond to Jungkook. He turned to me to give me a thumbs up. “We will be in parking garage…shortly.” He gave a wide smile, proud to have used the word correctly.

His English was improving and seeing how proud he was at his advancement made him adorable. I couldn’t help myself; I reached over and pinched his cheek.

He let me. “See you soon. Bye.” He hung up and thanked me for offering to drive her.

When we got to the garage, we split up. The guys went to their cars while I stayed by the elevators, waiting for Yuna. I could see Jungkook’s car hadn't left yet. I knew he was waiting for his girlfriend. Another thing I found endearing.

It didn’t take too long for her to arrive.

Yuna was of average height and built. She had a pretty face but wasn’t stunning. Jungkook’s prior girlfriends had been gorgeous but not very smart. This new girlfriend had more brains than looks and it was a plus. We greeted each other with a hug and exchanged pleasantries. I turned to Jungkook’s car and gave a small wave as Yuna and I walked over to my car.

At the signal, the car drove off. Yuna and I climbed into my vehicle.

“I wish I could drive. But Seoul is a little too scary,” Yuna said in her Norwegian accent.

“You get accustomed to it,” I said. “The neglect of the turning signal was the hardest thing to get over, but now it’s just slightly annoying.”

We made small talk on our way to the restaurant. Despite Yuna and Jungkook dating for well over a year, I hadn’t hung out much with her. Now that their relationship was more settled, the pair weren’t glued to the hip as much as before, so it was nice to get more one-on-one with her.

“I hear you’ve met new friends,” I said to Yuna as I turned the corner. We were just a few blocks from the restaurant.

“Yes,” she answered. “They’re European as well. We met through Facebook. They’re a nice group. I love hanging out with the guys and being around the staff but it’s nice to have friends that are outside of the BTS world.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I adore those boys, but too much of them drives me nuts.”

“I hear you and Namjoon spend a lot of time together; is he driving you nuts?” There was a teasing tone in her voice.

I shook my head. “What lies has JK been feeding you?”

She laughed. “He’s pointed out a few things.”

I let out a sigh. “Namjoon and I are just friends. I like flirting with him because it’s easy to embarrass him. We spend a lot of time together because we have a lot in common and don’t have significant others. We hang out by default.”

“Sometimes best friends make the best boyfriends,” she said as we arrived at the parking lot.

“Maybe, but not for us. We’re buddies. Namjoon is not interested in me. He has a type and if I showed you pictures, you would see he has as type and would agree I don’t fit into that type.”

It was true. All of Namjoon’s exes were of average height, straight hair, small face, wide-eyed, innocent looking, quiet, and reserved. I was none of those things.

“Is he your type?” Yuna asked with a smile.

I found a good spot. “I don’t even know what my type is. I’ve dated Latinos, white, black. I’ve dated a lawyer, an actor, an investor. I don’t think I have a type.”

“So why can’t Namjoon be a guy you date?” she asked as I put my car in park.

“There’s no physical attraction,” I lied, ignoring the small crush I had on him.

“I’ve seen him stare at your ass and chest plenty of times.”

It was a good thing I had already parked. “What?!”

Yuna laughed. “I’m joking, I’m joking.”

I let out a noise of irritation. “You and Jungkook are made for each other.”

She smiled like it was the biggest compliment.

We made our way into the restaurant, being escorted to a private room.

At entering and seeing his girlfriend, Jungkook got up and pulled out the chair next to him for her. She made her way over to him and gave him a kiss as she sat down.

It was sweet seeing them be so lovey-dovey. It had been two years since my last serious relationship. There were times I missed the intimacy. I had been on a few dates in Korea but none of them worked out. I was convinced I was just picky. It might take a good while before I was in another serious relationship.

“Maya,” someone called out my name.

I turned and saw Namjoon motioning to the chair next to him and Hobi. I walked over and was about to reach for the chair, but Namjoon beat me to it. Ever the gentleman.

I gave him a smile as a thank you. But then turned to Hobi and gave him a light smack on the arm. “Learn from Namjoon and Jungkook.”

Hobi rubbed his arm dramatically and pouted. “You want a kiss too?” He puckered his lips and leaned toward me.

I blocked his face from getting any closer. He didn’t put up much of a struggle.

“It’s not a kiss from you she wants, hyung,” said Jimin. His eyes twinkled as he stared at me.

He was the perfect example of why I was grateful I didn’t grow up with younger brothers.

“She will have to wait. Kookie will eat and breath will have garlic,” Yuna said in broken Korean. “You don’t want kiss from him. Wait for his brush teeth.”

We all laughed. The girl had a good sense of humor. Her Korean was improving.

The next hour was spent eating, talking, and laughing. It had been a while since this large number of us had gotten together. I was grateful the laws had become looser.

Next to me, Namjoon seemed to be more into his kalguksu than any of the other dishes. Summer was going to be ending soon; I was positive he was wanting to enjoy the summer soup for as long as he could.

I usually didn’t eat so much but since it was a special occasion, I treated myself to seconds of the mandu. But after one more, I had hit my limit. I fell back onto my chair and contemplated whether to take the leftovers home or ask someone if they wanted to finish them. Next to me, I noticed Namjoon pushing his bowl of soup closer to me and motioning me to take a bite. My stomach made a growl at me, warning me to leave the soup alone, but my heart wouldn’t listen. Koreans were the same as Mexican women; you rejected their food offers and you might as well tell them you hated them.

I let out a heavy sigh and took a bite from the soup. It was really tasty.

Looking up, I noticed Namjoon staring at me, waiting for my approval. I gave a thumbs up.

His dimpled smile told me he was satisfied with my reaction.

I pushed my plate of mandu over to him.

Unlike me, he didn’t hesitate. He dove right in, widening his mouth but taking the biggest small bite. I tried not to laugh at how silly he ate.

He looked at the rest of my plate. “Are you done?”

I nodded. “Knock yourself out. I’m stuffed.”

“Girl, that’s how you remain in great shape—you don’t eat much,” he said, taking a swift look at my stomach and going back to his food.

“I do too,” I argued. “I just watch what I eat. I hate working out.”

“Weren’t you just in the gym a couple of days ago with Namjoonie?” asked Jin from the other side of the table.

“Only because he made me,” I pouted.

“You felt great afterward,” Namjoon stated. “You’re welcome,” he said with a smile.

“I felt like I wanted to die.” When it came to exercise, I was a drama queen.

Next to me, Hobi agreed. “Seriously, I feel the same after the gym. It’s torture.”

“Wish I could take only dance instead so I don’t have to bother with the workouts,” I whined.

“You would still need the workouts for your core. Don’t dancers still need to go to the gym to be able to execute their routines?” Namjoon said logically.

I just stared at him, annoyed with his valid points.

Namjoon caught onto my mood and simply laughed at it. “You’re cute when you get bothered.” He reached over and pinched my cheeks.

I backed away. “Don’t call me cute.”

“You call me cute all the time,” Jimin pointed out, his mouth full of whatever he was eating.

“You like being called cute,” I reminded him.

We went on to banter for a bit longer, until normal conversations began.

As my group of friends spoke amongst themselves, I took my phone out and took several pictures while they weren’t looking. I personally disliked selfies and posing for pictures. I preferred capturing moments; more realistic rather than trying to create an image.

Most didn’t notice me taking the photos—Jimin had caught me a couple of times and made faces to the camera. I turned to my left, seeing Namjoon looking ahead towards Jin as they conversed. The lighting in the room was hitting Namjoon’s cap perfectly, creating lovely shadows along his profile. His hooded eyes, smooth nose, round cheek, and slender chin were like a painting. I couldn’t help taking multiple photos of him from different angles.

He caught on quickly. He knew my distaste for looking at the camera, so he humored me and posed. All that idol training was coming out for my benefit.

“Maiwi is Namjoonie’s personal photographer,” Jin teased.

“Some of those pictures he posts look like an amateur took them,” Yoongi teased.

“Those would be Yongrae’s. He still takes pictures like he’s in high school,” I half-joked.

It was kind of true. In the last two years, our friend Yongrae and I were primarily the ones who took the photos Namjoon posted on social media. Yongrae took alright photos but he tended to take photos that were more staged.

I got close to Namjoon’s face, my body almost sitting on top of the table as I leaned into him. I could have zoomed in with the camera, but where was the fun in that? His face was resting lightly on his hand, his long-sleeve shirt covering his chin and his fingers curling but relaxing on his upper cheek. He was looking away from me. Click.

“Handsome,” I let out without thinking and positive only he could hear me.

His brown eyes swiftly shifted to my own; the shade of them looked more of cocoa, warmer than usual.

Click.

Yeah, this was now my new favorite photo of him.

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Anon wrote: I know that I should focus on what's good for my type, but sometimes is makes me sadder than usual.

I'm an INFJ, and my aux Fe has given me a lot of struggle, I can't really grasp it and then I make other people feel bad or feel pity for myself for my emotional incompetence. I know it's just me being defensive and deep down not wanting to open myself to the Fe dimension. Everyday I'm making an effort to be more receptive of what's going on in my surroundings, to be more present so I can be more adaptable to the needs and things that are happening in the moment, to belong to my family and reinforce the relationships I've damaged out of elitism and resentment.

When I started to work on my Fe, things became more depressing: the positive side is that I was slowly being in the same page as everyone else, knowing the things that close people had in common, being more involved in activities and things everyone liked and being more preoccupied to help when there were issues to resolve and collaborate, but the negative side is that, although I was happy I could feel connected with someone that wasn't myself, the days passed and I slowly got more depressed to the point of becoming suicidal.

Out of the blue my head gets filled with cutting, burning and overdosing ideation but I'm not truly able to attempt them cause I despise physical pain, and now I'm starting to get nightmares of people being abused and tortured which is so strange cause my environment is not violent. My family notice all of my erratic goings and doings though I don't wanted to be the person that used to cling to them and dump my negative thoughts as when I was a kid/teen. I feel so bad for them cause they're suffering for my attitude and my inability to articulate what's wrong, I notice they're starting to become more serious/numb and now talk in a cause-effect way (which is clearly how I've been talking all the time, or just emoting like a 7 years old and feeling sorry for even existing).

Two days ago I had a breakdown with my father and it was my opportunity to open up about what's happening (cause he was more receptive that usual) but I couldn't find the words/didn't know exactly what I needed so it stayed the same.

I should be feeling happier than before, but I'm aware it's impossible cause I've implemented wrongly the function use. I kind of know how it's the appropriate way to use it (by being sincere in how I feel and communicate my perspective and how we can solve conflict, in a way the other person can understand. By being genuinely present with people and sharing what we have in common… this could be a reason I don't get along with anyone, cause I don't know what I have in common with others in the moment we engage. My mind is always blank).

I graduated from school 3 years ago and since that I've been at home thinking of what I want to dedicate myself to. It was clear I wanted to do Arts or something more "intuitive" since the beginning, but now I know it won't bring me the stability I need by being a J. I always feel alienated as if I'm doing something wrong by being in that community cause my approach is so "Do it like this cause it's the correct way, not the way you are doing it cause it isn't the correct way" as if there exists a universal way of doing art. I've been in small groups/workshops doing ideas for crafts and I loved them so much, but I kinda feel discouraged when I'm the only one who thinks the way I do. I still don't know how to cope with that.

Once I made a hole for myself by searching for the perfect kind of art (ah, yeah, those pretentious tastes of inferior Se) and it was the beginning of this "I shouldn't do this", I got into things that directly provoked my Ti loop and made me a compulsive consumer of stuff I didn't even wanted for myself, but just to built a façade of a well-knowing person. At the end, I quitted and still trying to quit everything related to art out of fear of becoming delusional again and now I made my panoramic be "what can I do to give a helping hand and contribute to my family and the people I could be relating to everyday?", though it seems more aligned with what is living well, it was still a hollow purpose cause I did it just for redeeming myself, and it leads to the topic I started this ask.

The reason my mind is always blank is because the things that I "like" can't really be connected to a common ground, so it's another reason I restrain myself from joining it. I haven't found a way to make common ground in art cause if I do, it loses the essence I was drawn to in the beginning, it becomes tainted by opinions I don't know how to handle. I don't have anything that outstands. I just sit there in some corner and don't know what to tell other people cause I don't know anything that could contribute to the conversation in the moment. There actually should be a way I can share things I do actually love with people, but for now it sounds better to move on and persevere in searching for something that does feels right for developing my auxiliary Fe, even if I don't know what it is.

What are your thoughts on this? What does this says about me? Am I terribly lacking something crucial? and what should I prioritize in my situation?

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Your way of using Fe comes at your own expense, which is unhealthy. Fe grants you the necessary tools for gauging the emotional balance (or imbalances) between people, but it doesn't magically grant you the social skills for establishing the right balance. It is up to you to learn better social skills for using Fe properly. This topic has been covered in previous posts, so do a search.

What is the purpose of developing aux Fe in the first place? Is the purpose to become a false and unhappy version of yourself? Certainly not. It's understandable to feel different when you are in fact different, but it's not healthy to be fake to fit in or take difference as superiority/inferiority - these are the wrong interpretations of "difference". Healthy Fe should be welcoming and inclusive of differences. It is unhealthy Fe that villainizes difference.

You have to learn to express yourself authentically and handle what comes after that. If people validate you, great. If they don't, talk through it or move along. The problems you're describing come when you can't move on because you've taken the differences and invalidations too personally. You feel hurt, and instead of facing up to the hurt maturely, you channel it into the poor judgment of Ti loop.

Overindulgence of the auxiliary function tends to happen when people forget that the dominant function should come first. Aux Fe is there to serve dom Ni, so what is it that Ni needs from Fe to feel as though you are going in the right direction? If you can't even answer the question of "what" you need, the question of "how" to get it shouldn't even be entertained yet. The Type Dev Guide explains that you should ideally develop your functions in the order of the functional stack. Doing things out of order can lead to unexpected and undesirable consequences.

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