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rosepascal · 9 months

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beekeeping age || Joel Miller x Reader

a/n: okay this is a stupid fun fic of Joel reading thirsty tik tok comments because I thought it would be funny. Also Sarah and Ellie are 18 and Joel is in his 40's now

warnings: thirsty comments about joel

this ones for u @huffle-punk @jupiter-soups @living-for-jesus-and-telenovelas

You told Sarah this was a bad idea but her and Ellie are deadest on it. There was no way Joel was going to go for it once she told him what it was but deep down you kind of wanted to watch just to see how Joel would react.

Truthfully you don't really get Tik Tok. You have it but mostly just scroll for the recipes and book recs. Sipping on your drink you watch as Sarah and Ellie bombard their dad who had just come downstairs.

"What are you asking me to do?" He asks confused.

"Just react to some comments that's all." Sarah smiles widely as she holds her phone up.

Joel looks over to Ellie who was looking around the room. Smiling as innocently as she can when she meets Joel's eyes. Joel then looks to you, normally the girls let you in on their schemes but you just shrug. He narrows his eyes in suspicion but relents.

"Fine. Does this have to do with that app you're always on?" He asks as he sits on the couch. Sarah and Ellie sitting on either side of him.

"Yep." Sarah smiles as she opens up Tik Tok.

She's gotten kind of popular but when she posted a video of her and Ellie and Joel popped up in the background, her notifications blew up. At first her and Ellie thought it was weird to see so many people thirsting for their dad and yeah, its still weird but some of the comments were so unhinged that it became funny.

So what else could they do but make Joel read some of them. Ellie scrolled through and picked a few. They refused to show you the ones they picked, telling you that you'd have to wait and watch yourself. Joel puts his arms on top of the couch, spreading his legs out a little as he watches Sarah press record.

"Ready dad?" She asks as she starts the green screen.

"I guess." She pulls up the first one and Joel squints his eyes to read it.

"Why is your dad kinda...?" He reads in the most monotone voice.

"Am I kinda what?" He asks as Sarah and Ellie look at each other.

"And what does the two fingers point at each other mean?" He turns to Ellie who can't hide her laughter.

You bite your lip to hide your chuckles, it's not often that Joel is this lost about something. It's pretty funny. He shakes his head and asks for the next one.

"Okay okay here." Ellie shows him the next one.

"Y'all looking for a new step mom?" Joel's eyes widen a little as he reads it.

His eyes dart to you for a brief moment, silently praying for you to save him from this embarrassment. He clears his throat and looks at the camera.

"No. They're not." Sarah swipes to the next one and tries to hide her giggles.

"Your dad is such a dilf." He pauses for a second before sighing. He thinks he knows what that means and it's, flattering?

"Uh thanks, I think." He rubs his jaw and sits up a little straighter.

Now that word you do know and it makes you laugh. It's not loud enough to be heard by Sarah's phone but Joel hears it. He looks at you with a combination of confusion and embarrassment. They aren't wrong though. That man is a dilf.

"How many more of these are there?" He asks and Ellie smirks.

"Well we got like two hundred comments but these are the best ones."

"Two hundred?!" Joel asks in disbelief. Ellie waves him off as Sarah shows him the next one. She's struggling to hide her laugh as Joel reads the comment.

"Beekeeping age." Is all it says.

"The hell does that mean? I don't keep bees." Joel looks to Sarah who bursts out in laughter and then to Ellie who's hiding her face in her hands.

You tilt your head in confusion. You've never heard that one before. Pulling out your phone you google it real quick. As you read the definition you still don't fully get it but from what you could gather, Joel does fit that description.

"I don't get it." He scrunches up his eyebrows.

"Guess what it means." Sarah says and he shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm old? I don't know."

"I'll show you video later." Ellie says and he just gives up trying to understand whatever the hell that means.

"Last one." Ellie shows him her phone and he takes it from her hands. Moving his head back to read it properly.

"I want your dad to-" He stops and reads the rest of the comment in silence.

He drops Ellies phone and sighs, throwing his head back on the couch, dragging a hand across his face. He really doesn't understand the internet anymore.

"Alright I'm done." He gets off the couch and walks towards you.

"No dad come back!" Sarah pleads but he shakes his head. A small smile on his face as she pouts.

"Absolutely not, you get that thing away from me." He says pointing at her phone. After more laughter Sarah stops the video and uploads it with the caption I think you guys broke my dad.

"Thanks dad!" Sarah and Ellie run up to hug him, practically tackling him with their love.

"I'm too damn old for this," He mutters as he hugs them back.

"Can't wait to do a part two." They two girls run off to Sarahs room as Joel processes what they said.

"Hey! Get back here!" He yells after them but they ignore him. Joel sighs and sits back on the couch.

"What did the last comment say?" You ask as you join him on the couch. Setting your cup down you wrap your snuggle close to him and he shudders.

"You don't want to know."

"Oh I think I do." He glares playfully at you which makes you laugh.

"And what the hell is beekeeping age?" He asks, completely lost at the concept. He's cute like this. He wraps an arm around your waist as he mumbles to himself about those comments.

"Am I really a dilf?" He's genuinely concerned when he asks that you find it endearing.

"Yes Joel, you are a dilf." You kiss his cheek and he straightens up a little bit.

Hearing stuff like that from strangers on the internet is weird, but coming from you, now that's a compliment.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction

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strwberri-milk · 10 months

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Hi hi hello! Can i request mordern high school love with thoma? Reader being a gentle and reserved person being more popular among the juniors and thoma popular for his charm and being on the basketball team. Theyre relationship isnt too open but its not a secret either. They try to keep it low key of course

Now imagine the small moments with him :( after school studying at the library, walking home together, recess on the rooftop, arcade dates on the weekend and him winning you a plushie that we know sleep with evry night :(( him asking you to prom and being a gentleman :(( him coming over after school to study but end up staying over cause of the thunderstorm outside :(( our parents love him hes so sweet

(Pls help im so delulu for him)

ngl i love. modern high school aus theres smth about the simplicity of high school and being in the in between where you're *almost* an adult but still treated like a child and knowing youre about to ?? crest smth that everyone talks about anyway idk i really romanticised my high school life and ngl all my friends are from higschool LMAOO also the whole freshman/junior/sophmore/senior thing makes no sense to me idek if i put this in the right order and i wish prom was more of a thing here bc yall make it seem so fun

Thoma is definitely that kid that people know of, but don't really know all too well. He's really nice and all the teachers and students like him, and of course being both attractive and athletic made him that much easier to admire.

You had a crush on him for what feels like forever, wishing that one day he'd notice you out of all the other people who liked him too. He had so many admirers due to how kind he was, but being his friend you knew that there was so much to him.

When he finally asked you out it was the most cliche, yet sweetest way he could have ever done it. He drove you to a place that the two of you often frequented. When you got out, you turned around to see a picnic he prepared for the two of you, thinking it was just another nice thing he was doing for you because you were a little stressed out recently but the flowers and shy look on his face told you otherwise.

The two of you didn't go out of your way to tell everyone you were dating. Thoma just wasn't as willing to let people touch him as much, and you were seen hanging around the basketball team a little more often than before. Thoma always walked you to class anyway if he could, so people couldn't really tell the difference until one day they saw him give you a hug.

By that point everyone found out pretty quick but the two of you didn't feel the need to justify anything to anybody so you'd just confirm that you were dating and that was it.

Thoma always loves taking you on various dates whenever you can. He would see what kinds of places pop up on his feed and scout them out before taking you out for a night on the town (until curfew of course).

Your parents were really trying to look for something to be wrong with him, not wanting him to distract you from your life or end up in an unsatisfactory position of your heart being broken or anything like that. However, the fact that he constantly brought you home on time and made sure to say greet your parents every time as well as bring them treats he baked himself made it hard for him to stay hated in their eyes.

He's constantly gifting you things that remind him of you. If he's at the grocery store then he's giving you a candy that you liked. If he's at the mall he found some accessory he thought you'd look good with. It doesn't matter when or where - you're always on his mind and the trinkets you've accumulated from him are proof of that.

Whenever there are any events locally he loves to take you to them. Whether it be some sort of festival or just a pop up his favourite thing to do is explore the grounds with you and spoil you with prizes or the food there. He's got no limits when it comes to you.

Exam season means crunch time. The two of you are forcibly holed up by each other to try and get studying done. He's a hard worker so he's got tons of study tips for you if you need it and the right amount of rewards too. Whenever you get a practise question right or finish a writing prompt within the time limit well he always congratulates you with a hug or a kiss.

I can see him being super into doubling too. The two of you are one of those people who are constantly on call just doing random shit together. Neither of you has to actually talk to the other person - you both just like being in each other's presence.

Your room and bed are both filled with tons of things that Thoma gives you and he can't help but grin to himself whenever he comes over and sees it. He's got photos commemorating everything on his phone, glad that you like the things he gives you as much as he likes you.

Thoma absolutely adores you and I can see the two of you being high school sweethearts. He comes to your events and you to his, and the two of you end up living a perfectly happy life together, glad that one day oh so many years ago the two of you were assigned lockers next to each other.

#thoma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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journey-to-the-attic · 29 days

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Hi Kin. I wanted to ask, how did you manage things like writer's block or creative burnout while writing JTTA? I'm midway through a longfic now and it's kind of exhausting. I feel like I'm whining but I barely get any comments or asks or anything.

hi anon! honestly i'm not sure if i was the right person to ask this, because i... kind of didn't? as in, i didn't really have these problems - boring answer, i know!

i got lucky because i hit a sweet spot where the base story and characters were strong, but with just enough gaps in plot, worldbuilding, development, etc. such that the momentum of filling everything in carried me through the whole process. but there were definitely a lot of occasions where i sat there thinking "okay i have no idea what to do now"

in those cases, often i had to just step back and ruminate on it for a little while - i've pretty much constantly got little ideas bouncing around my head, and sometimes they hit each other like snowballs and form into more fully-fledged plot points, scenes, dialogue, so on. i try to keep track of these in notes apps, personal discord channels, etc, and dip into them if i'm stuck on something!

not sure if your fic is for obey me, but this could still apply even if not - with all the pop quizzes and devilgrams that put the characters in a bunch of new contexts, it's helpful seeing how that character's static vs dynamic traits persist/change depending on them, and often that'll give you inspiration as well. depending on what you've got available, you could browse through source material, or brainstorm aus, whichever you enjoy most

i'm really not sure HOW i've stuck with obey me for so long, but somehow it's just stuck with me. i don't remember being so invested in it before jtta, so that's probably why, but i just really love these guys, and i suppose that's why i never burnt out of it? i think it was also because i knew what story i wanted to tell, and i really wanted to make sure ik got her happy ending, and that carried me through as well

seriously, though - do take breaks. every writer's mileage varies, so take a step back whenever you need to. writing fics should be fun! sometimes it does feel like a chore, and it becomes more like 'the only thing i hate more than writing is not writing', but it happens to all of us. sometimes you've just got to rest until your second wind comes along

in terms of comments and such... yeah, it's a tough one! the unfortunate thing is that a vast majority of readers - even if they really enjoyed your writing! - won't leave a comment. don't take this as a direct reflection on your writing! often the reader can't think of what to say, is too shy, or quite simply forgot

again though... i'm not sure if i'm the best person to ask for advice here! i started publishing jtta without much expectation for an audience, given the genre of game it's written for, so any attention was more a nice surprise than anything. i suppose that, later on, when the fic was more well-established, i did start holding some expectation of response - and it really is tough when you don't get as much of one as you were hoping for

i've seen people talking about how the ask culture on tumblr has died down a lot in recent times, so i'm sure you're not the only one feeling like this! all i can suggest is trying to find more friends (mutuals?) and... networking, i guess? i've seen advice saying to share your fic within communities of writers, too

i can't honestly say if these things'll work, because i'm very bad about interacting with a wider fandom in anything - i usually keep to myself, so often i don't have much of an expectation for how and when people come chat. as in real life, i'm only a chatterbox when approached first haha

i'm not sure how helpful this has been, but i'm rooting for you! if you'd like to share your fic here, please do - though i understand if that's something you'd rather keep to yourself as well.

creating things is a joy - it might take some searching to find a circle, but the beauty of the internet is that you will, somewhere out there! wishing you the best ^^

#answering asks #anon asks

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year

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🐍🐎 For Hancock plz? The romance alphabet if'n you don't mind? This bitch misses her Ghoulfriend.

You got it 👌

Tbh, I miss Hancock too 😩 I need to get back into playing soon 😅

But for now, here's this to tide everyone over!

H) Honesty. Are they honest with their s/o? How important is it to them in a relationship?

Loyalty is big for this ghoul, and honesty is no different. He won't tolerate a lot of lying. A little? Sure, it won't make or break things, but he ain't happy about it.

Hancock would do anything for the people he's closest to, so the least he can expect is that you respect him enough to be honest with him.

A) Attention. How much attention do they want in the relationship?

Aw, this really is his weak spot. Hancock craves attention like crazy, so he's a bit high-maintenance in a relationship, he won't lie to you about it. When you're together, he wants to be with you. He wants to be touching you, and having side conversations, engaging in inside jokes, wants you as close as possible. But... he does understand that it can't always be that way. He's a Mayor, and he knows what it's like to have to mingle with the masses, and he loves it, honestly, so he won't be mad if you want some space. If you give him the word, he'll back off and allow a bit of distance, but you both know how he prefers it.

N) Nickname. What are the nicknames they have for their s/o? Do they like when their s/o uses nicknames?

You all know the one. Sunshine is definitely his nickname of choice, but he is quite the collector of pet names. Pretty much anything is on the table, but he'll be sure to make a mental note of the ones you seem to like most, and try to rattle those off more often than the rest. He tends to be partial to baby/babe, sweetheart, and gorgeous or handsome.

As for him? He likes his name the way it is now, but that doesn't mean he don't like a good pet name once in awhile. He also likes baby for himself, love, and even stud or daddy when he's in a certain mood, but... honestly, a big one for him is just his first name. Not many people call him John, and it makes him feel closer to you when you say it.

C) Cuddle. Do they like to cuddle and show affection? How?

There's no bigger cuddler in all the Commonwealth than John Hancock. Fuck that "looking soft" shit, people know he's a force to be reckoned with, he doesn't need to prove that to anyone. But he needs to be close to you, touching you damn near at all times. You'd think the two of you were physically attached, with the way his arm is always around you, or his hand is locked around yours, the way one of you is almost always in the other's lap. At home? It's about the same, just... usually with less clothes. He's still all over you, but even more so. Laying over your body, his head resting in your lap or on your chest, his hand on your thigh or ass. Kisses galore, and everywhere he can reach. No shame, baby. Hancock loves to love you.

O) Open. How long does it take for them to open up to their s/o?

Hancock really acts more guarded than he is, or maybe you're just the exception, but after a month of being together, you're pretty certain of who he is. He likes to be upfront, even with the shit he's ashamed of. Over time, he's gotten to be a better person. He's still not sure he's entirely proud of who he's become, but hey, if he managed to land you? Guess he's doing something right. Might as well be open about it.

C) -- D) Dates. What are dates with them like? What do they like to do?

Oh, how this ghoul loves his date nights. There's not nearly as much time for them as he wished, but that just makes it all the more special when they can happen. He's always down for a night on the town, getting dressed up, going out for dinner, then drinks, then maybe some dancing, then back to his place for some dessert. That shit sounds like as fun a night as they come. But he's also good with date nights in. Cuddling up together, popping a few mentats and talking about nothing in particular, cooking some simple dinner together, messing it up and laughing about it, then skipping right to the fancy lads anyway. Yeah... that sounds like a good night too.

K) Kiss. What are their kisses like? Who kissed who first?

His kisses are all-consuming. They're hot and steamy and seemingly endless (ghouls can take a lot of air in through their nose, so it's on you to come up to breathe.) If a little jet is mixed in, they last even longer, and that's what he prefers, if his partner is game for it. Just like his cuddling, he wants to kiss you as often as possible, for it to sweep you along and pull you into a world where only the two of you exist.

And though it may come as a surprise, Hancock is not the one to initiate your first kiss, or the first few after that. Look, he's no fool, he knows what he looks like, and he knows not everybody would be comfortable kissing lips like his, so if you want it? He'll give it to you, and he'll give it his all, but you've gotta be the first to press forward. He has to know you want it just as badly.

#1.5k event #1.5k celebration #fallout #fallout companions #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #john hancock #fo4 hancock #fallout hancock #hancock #relationship alphabet #night stalker

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from-my-gabriel-notebook · 2 years

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A charm of protection

Word count: 1339

After Gabriel interfered a little too much, again, in one of your hunts, you decide that maybe you both needed some time apart. You surely didn't expect the way he reached out.

When you got out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel, you couldn't sense anything strange in the cheap motel room you had rented for the night, so when you walked towards the bed and saw a small box waiting on it that definitely hadn't been there when you checked in, you were immediately on alert and grabbing your gun.

The room was very small, and the only hiding place would have been under the bed, but a quick check confirmed it was clear. You hadn't heard the door open, and they creaked something awful, so it probably wasn't any human involved.

Now the question was, which supernatural creature was this from? Was it a threat? There wasn't many ways to test a box. You sprinkled some Holy Water on it, just to be sure, and cautiously opened it.

When nothing exploded or otherwise attacked you, you lowered your gun and looked inside.

There was a little jewelry box and an envelope with a big "READ THIS FIRST" written on it.

You picked the paper up, and something clicked.

You jumped back and threw your hands up, but you still weren't able to completely avoid the burst of glitters.

Now more annoyed that anything else, and with a growing suspicious of who this might be from, you opened the letter.

Hi there, cupcake.

The handwriting was familiar and you smelled something sweet.

You narrowed your eyes at it.

"Gabriel?"

The greeting faded and another one came in.

The one and only, in the flesh.

Or, well, the paper.

"Are you listening to me?"

Nope. I'm not some creep.

"First of all, you are. Second, if you're not listening to me, how are you responding?"

Rude. And you're just that predictable.

"Very funny. But really, are you here or not?"

Nope. I'm not listening in the way you think. There's grace in the paper.

You couldn't say you understood what it meant, but that was often the case with him, so you shrugged it off as angel stuff.

"Is it timed?"

No. Why you'd ask?

Without another word you put the paper back in the box, grabbed some clean clothes and walked back into the bathroom.

When you were dried and dressed you went back into the room and picked up the somewhat-sentient letter again.

Took your sweet time.

"Shut up, you're a piece of paper. You don't know what time is.

I am not just a piece of paper.

"Oh, sorry, you're fancy paper."

You fell back on the bed, bounced once and grimaced when something creaked.

You raised your arms to bring the letter to eye level and gave it your best glare.

"I'm still mad at you," you said.

I figured from all those anti-angel sigils you have going on.

"Then how do you get in?"

I can miracle things in, just not me. Plus, it would be rude of me to pop up when I know you don't want to see me.

"Wow, you respecting boundaries. What a surprise."

Come on now. You know I only push what I'm allowed.

"Or if it's a bad person, yes, I know." you conceded.

After a moment of quiet, you sighed.

"I kind of miss you."

Then take down the sigils and call me. You know I'd come to you.

"I know, but..."

What?

You sighed. "If we brush this away like we usually do, it's just going to happen again, and I need you to really understand that you can't keep interfering with my hunts like that."

I don't want to see you hurt.

"And I appreciate your help, truly, but this is still my life, and I get to decide what to do."

I know. This is what this is.

"Uh?"

The jewelry box. Open it.

Oh, right. You had forgotten about that. Talking to him - in any way, apparently - had the habit of making you forget about inconsequential things.

You pulled yourself up and picked up the box. You cautiously opened it, wary of another glitter bomb, but it seemed to be safe. Inside there was a necklace, a single, golden feather.

You slowly picked it up by the chain, the other hand going to gently hold it.

"It's warm."

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw the writing change, so you picked that up as well.

Please be careful with it. It's delicate.

"What do you mean it's- Hold on." you stopped, a sudden idea popping into your head. "This isn't one of yours, isn't it?"

The hesitant ... No. took too long to be truthful.

You looked between the paper and the feather, now infinitely more precious, almost too shocked to say anything. Almost.

"But-but why?"

It's the most powerful protection I could offer you. It won't do much against physical attacks, I'm afraid, but anything supernaturally weaker than me won't be able to hurt you.

"What-Thanks? But you didn't need to go this far. A simple 'I'm sorry' would have been enough."

Would it? I thought this would be better at showing you that I care about you without, you know, overtaking your life. Win-win.

Before you could gather something to say, a new, less loaded writing appeared.

I have just a teeny tiny request though. Nothing bad, I promise. For safety reasons.

Touching moments aside, this was still Gabriel, so you narrowed your eyes.

"Like that doesn't sounds suspicious at all. What is it?"

Don't tell anyone about it. Especially Balthazar and Castiel. They would have my head.

"Why?"

You see, to angels, giving someone your feathers has certains... implications.

"Like what?"

Oh, nothing important. Just. The intent to court.

"The WHAT?!" and wow, you didn't know your voice could go that high.

It doesn't have to mean that, if you don't want it to. But it's a possibility. Just throwing it out there.

This conversation was giving you whiplash. You took a deep breath to center yourself, considering whether or not to ask the important questions for what you had aways hoped but never really believed would come.

Oh well, in for a penny...

"But did you give it to me with that intention in mind?"

...Yes.

"And" - you couldn't believe you were having this conversation with a piece of magical paper - "What should I do to... Accept the offer? I mean, I don't have feathers."

I'm sure we can work something out.

A beat of silence passed, and you let out a nervous giggle.

"Since when you're so forthcoming anyway?", you had to ask.

Don't ask me, I'm just a piece of paper.

Speaking of...

"What would you remember about this conversation, once I do... Whatever it is that I need to do to send this back to you?"

Once you burn the paper, the grace in it will come back to me and give me the gist of this but with no details.

"Ok, good. I'm sending you off then, but we'll definitely need to have this conversation face to face. Now I need a moment to think."

You stood up and grabbed your lighter. The paper caught fire quickly, and it was soon just a small pile of ashes that you swept under the bed with your foot.

When that was done, you sat back on the bed, stared at the necklace, and thought.

So. Gabriel had understood the point you had been trying to make by going away, which was good. A good protection was always welcome, so there was that. And apparently Gabriel reciprocated your feeling. Cool.

You felt like screaming in a pillow.

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you walked around the room and methodically broke all the anti-angel sigils. When you were done, you took a good look at the feather, and slipped the chain over your head.

You gently cradled it into your hands and brought it up to your lips.

Time to have a long discussion, face to face this time.

"Come to me," you whispered.

A flutter of wings came from behind you and you turned.

#gabriel x reader #reader insert #spn #spn gabriel #supernatural

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querical-equinox · 9 months

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I've had this DCA Magic/Dragon AU in my head for a good minute now. And I don't know that I'll ever get this fully written out in a way that I'm satisfied with, but I've been wanting share the idea so bad!!

So in an act of whimsy and self love imma just jot down my thoughts here and throw em out to the world!

So as things start out, you live in an old barn you'd long since fixed up and turned into a home. It's nestled away in a mountain forest, out of sight of the village that rests in the valley below, but not out of reach.

Magic has a natural flow in this world. Some people or creatures may be more intuned, but anyone can learn and wield it if they try. While some places are gearing towards an academic understanding of it, most people still learn by pure trial and error. All feeling and emotion and ritual.

You do the latter.

You're a Mender, by Trade and Title. Always had an uncanny knack for fixing things up, and as you've fiddled and fumbled your way through figuring out magic all these years, you've only gotten better at it.

Anything you need is either made or grown at home, forged from the wilderness, or received from villagers who make their way out to your little loft. You pay and are payed in trades and favors, and are on good terms with most of the folk who live down below you.

They often come out seeking your help with repairs, most often knick knacks, or important tools. Sometimes treasured and sentimental pieces. And more and more as of late, mending of a medical variety.

This is something you still struggling with, but you're learning.

You also tend to keep close to your home. Mostly because it's where you're the most comfortable, you're really not seeking any grand adventure or fortune. You have most everything you need right here! But it's also in no small part due to your Delicate Constitution.

It's not so bad some days. Buzzing around your home and gardens, steady energy and a bright heart. Taking breaks when you need, but otherwise left unhindered.

Most commonly you get around with the aid of one of your canes or walking sticks (a good few are gifts/trades with folks from the valley.) Sometimes needing to wear compression braces. Definitely resting more in between activities, and usually relying on your magic a lil more than might be healthy.

At your worst though you're lucky to get around your house. Using magic is intensely detrimental in this state, and something you opt only to do under dire circumstances.

You're grateful to the folk who pop in and help when you're like this, even if the embarrassment/shame never fully fades, despite their gentle insistence. Even more grateful still that they'll leave if really ask them to.

On the flip side of things, are Sun and Moon! Living, Dragonoid Marionettes. Though one wouldn't guess them to be puppets at all, as they keep their true forms hidden under physical illusions.

Sun is all glittering gold and scarlet scales. A large, fluffy spiked mane the color of sunlight, and an adornment of flashy red frills around his neck and wrists.

Moon is all midnight hues, with a speckling of shining scales (are they silver or a muted gold, who's to say as they twinkle like stars.) A silvery mane trails more down his back than his counterparts. And he has two long, dark blue whiskers, that wink and glow a soft yellow at the ends.

Both can choose to keep closer to their original size, or take on a much larger form at will. They're wingless dragons, long and serpentine. All muscle with wicked sharp claws at the ends of their hands and feet.

Their true form are more akin to a child's wooden slither snake toy, just done up all fancy. They sill have their marks and fur and frills, but look decidedly more handmade. And those magically inclinde may just be able to spot pale, shimmering strings, fading off into an ethereal distance.

Who made them, and what for, is unclear. IF they were made for a purpose at all of course they were, but it's been so long, do they remember?

Their main concern at the present date however, is helping their dear friend Music Man. Also known as The Music of the Mountain, or on the occasion someone happens to spot him, oh goOD LORD THAT"S A REALLY BIG SPIDER.

He likes Music Man just fine.

He'd been acting strange as of late, and the final straw for them to intervene was one of his darling Minis seeking them for help so far from home.

This ends with them caught in an ambush at the mouth of his cave home (not the fault of the Mini seeking help mind you!) And the two are separated. With Sun flying down the Mountain, struggling to fend off the Minis swarming him as gently as he can. And Moon facing the Music Man himself, getting backed further and further into the cave.

This leads to your first meeting with Sun! He crash lands in a meadow you frequent for herbs and the like. Having shaken all the Minis off along the flight down the Mountain, but left horribly tangled in their incredibly strong spider silk.

It takes a lot of coaxing and gentle words to even get near him. But he seems desperate enough to accept your cautious help.

So you sit and carefully unwind him from this painful mess. You talk to him the whole way through, explaining the work you do (especially when he cant see you), but also just making idle chatter in the interim.

You can feel a powerful magic rolling over and through him, and would nearly be mesmerized by such a beast if it weren't for the serious task at hand.

Despite his rush to get back up and go help Moon, he's incredibly patient with you. Even as you insist on rubbing some ointment on his wounds once you've finished, not knowing the hurry he's in.

When he leaves, it's with a burst of warmth and intense gratitude, as he's seemingly carried off on a breeze.

You head home feeling lighter than you have in years. Cane loose in hand, with coils of spider silk wrapped around it, that you'd keep for a project of some sort.

The field sees a sudden, unexpected bloom over the next week or so after.

You meet Moon a little later after that. Again in the field, though it's raining this time. You were out hunting some storm only blooms for an upcoming potion, things like Gator's Tears, and Froggs Foot.

You catch a glimmer of gold, heart picking up in elation at the return of your sunny dragon friend. Though it quickly drops at your sight clears through the rain.

He's carrying a badly injured Moon. You become acutely aware of the anxious, roiling energy trickling down from them.

He brought Moon to you, entirely uncertain, but desperately hoping you could help. He didn't know quite what else to do.

And so you do what you always do. Help as best you can.

This is leads you to guiding Sun back down to your barn, where you thankfully have enough room to squeeze them both in on the ground floor. You set to work on fixing up a barely conscious lunar dragon, who gets hissy in his brief moments of lucidity.

You don't talk during most of this endeavor. More focused on the task, and channeling your magic as best you can the mend the poor dear. Sun is pure anxious energy coiled protectively nearby.

When you're done and Moon is stable, your watch with a startled awe as he seems to shift and dustily dissolve into his small dragon form. Sun follows suit, in what feels to you as sigh of relief.

Only then do you gently bubble with idle chatter, as you get them blankets and pillows to help them be more comfortable. You tell Sun that Moon will need to rest for a while. And that you'd like them to stay a bit to watch over how he heals.

You've expended entirely too much magic during his care , and end up out of commission for a while after yourself.

As so it goes, you have two Ethereal Dragons as house guest for a short while.

I have more loose thread for things I'd like to see later on. Like them seeking your help with Music Man, and possibly some other fnaf crew.

Funny moments of them being appalled by how you channel your magic. (Some spells and the like have very physical channelings, and you can get the same results from different methods if you're creative enough.) As beings soaked and strung with magic, they take to it a lot more naturally than you, like second nature it seems. They try teaching you easier/safer ways of harnessing it.

As well as some other fun things, soft visits and hijinks, their Marionette reveal to the reader, interacting with some of the villagers, and so on so forth.

This is all I have to share for now though, and if you made it this far thank you for taking the time to read!!!

#querical ramblings #im a lil nervous since i dont share my thoughts/writing a lot #but i've been thinking about this au so much i just needed to put it out somewhere #my working title for it so far is #Mending Marionettes #and so it's tag shall be #also i'd had the inkling of an idea for a bit #but got big time inspired when i saw that post asking for more disabled reader fics #i dont remember who the op was but i hope they see this <3 #also also HOLY SMOKES i just realized how Long this was #a lil over 1500 words #YIPPEE!!!

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makowo · 1 year

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May I ask......... Who in DR Gaiden is paired off to whom. Did they straightwash aoi. TAKA???

It's hard to go through them all, but I'll try my best to put together a horrifically comprehensive list. This will include their fankids as well, to save us all some time. TL;DR, yes they straightwashed aoi, taka gets no relationship at all, and there are some reaches made for ships. If you're interested in all the weird pairings though, here's a list + some info on each.

There is, obviously, Kirigiri Kyoko/Naegi Makoto.

Their kids include, in what I believe is eldest to youngest: Kiki Naegi, Mokubo Naegi, Koto Naegi, and Kiri Naegi. Kiki is given the most prominent role in the whole series, and has been the protagonist for definitely over 100+ stories, though I don't know the exact time she became the focus nor the exact number of stories she's been the focus of, because I care about my mental health. Mokubo is the second eldest, and is autistic. I mistook him for being the youngest out of the four at one point, so I think that is all I need to say about how his autism is handled. Koto and Kiri are twins, a boy and girl respectively, and both are named after nicknames that were often used for Makoto and Kyoko earlier in the series. Not much to say, the younger siblings don't appear often enough to have anything of note happen to them. Kiki, despite having a prominent role, is also completely uninteresting. You'd think with how much shit she gets into, wanting to follow in her mother's footsteps as a detective, getting to go to HPA just because she's the daughter of the headmaster and vice-headmistress, getting kidnapped at one point, and even going back in time, that she'd be more interesting. But no.

Hey, you thought Byakuya would be paired off with Toko, right? You thought this, yes? Assumed? Fuck you. Asahina Aoi/Togami Byakuya. I thought she was paired off with Hagakure tbh, that's the usual cop-out you'd expect of these sorts of things. But I misremembered I suppose, because imagine my fucking horror when I went to search for them just now and it turns out that it ain't Togafuka that ends up happening here. I'm hard pressed to say if this is better or worse than the alternative. Their children are Yuta Togami and Shinobu Togami, named after their dead brother and sister respectively. No one gives a shit about them. Expect me not to elaborate much on the kids from now on, because who give a shit. Just remember they're here, being the little cardboard cutouts they are.

And what worse to do in this scenario than to do Fukawa Toko/Hagakure Yasuhiro? They pop up about as frequently as Byakuya and Aoi, with chunks of screentime interspersed throughout the series that wanes as Kiki's status as the protagonist settles, and the author doesn't really know what to do with them other than have them be set dressing once a blue moon. Their child is Hagakure Kawako.

Coming back around to the Naegis, without Toko to claim Komaru as her swag wife, we get. Hinata Hajime/Naegi Komaru. Don't have much to say about this one, they just really don't have any chemistry. The author does have the gall to tag some of the works featuring them as Hinaegi though. They lack any children that I can see. Yet.

Leading into the SDR2 survivors, we have Komaeda Nagito/Tsumiki Mikan. I believe at one point it was stated that they were having a child, but I honestly don't know if that child ever appears. They have a total of like, four appearances in the series as a pairing. They don't matter.

We don't have anything of particular note other than them out of the rest of the SDR2 cast, so we move on to V3 characters, which are handled interestingly. See, it appears the author decided to split them up, so some of them are aged up to adults working at HPA or elsewhere, while others are still students, and yet more are initially introduced as students before graduating from the school early on. I'll clarify which is which as I list these next few.

First, Saihara Shuichi/Kiki Naegi. Shuichi and Kaede actually did date previously, but Kaede was like. Idk, dissatisfied with how subservient Shuichi was so they're exes. Shuichi is fucking insane for Kiki though, so much so that the author like. Did a fake Saimatsu week where actually they were exes the entire time, and Shuichi still dated Kiki. While advertising the fic as Saimatsu. People pointed this out, they glossed over these complaints in responses. They're both in university in the current state of canon, so no kids or anything. Yet.

Next, Gokuhara Gonta/Tojo Kirumi. Nothing of note, don't wanna read the fics they're in. They're probably graduated from HPA at this point.

Oma Kokichi/Yumeno Himiko, and interestingly enough, they have an open, outright stated polygamous relationship that also consists of Chabashira Tenko/Yumeno Himiko. It's honestly very interesting for this to come up in an endless field of cishet, nuclear family pairings, but it feels pretty forced. Right from the get-go of it being introduced, in fact. It's dropped on us in a fic where Korekiyo trying to murder Kiki is the spotlight, and is glossed over afterward until a reunion fic where they have dinner with the Naegi family, where it's revealed that Kokichi is a cop. Of all the bitches, it's Kokichi that becomes a narc, for no reason shown other than it just being how things went after he graduated, I guess. But yeah they don't matter either.

There's also Iruma Miu/Kazuichi Soda, which is like. Just kinda lame, tbh. Miu works at HPA I think. K1-B0 is their son that Miu made, and then they had a flesh and blood daughter, Biusagi Iruma, at some point offscreen. It's just a kinda weird pairing, they don't do much except launch the weird time travel fic.

Then. Oh Boy. Harukawa Maki/Momota Kaito. Unsurprising, BUT they get this whole arc about Kaito dying and Maki being super upset about that. It's not very normal tbh, Kaito wants to go to space before he dies so Sonia and Gundham, using presumably the funds that should be used for their country that they are the rulers of, make a rocket and send him to space. He dies in space. Everyone is sad, and then Maki finds out like right before the funeral that she's apparently carrying his kid. She names the kid Haruki. Trust me, it's really Sad.

And that's basically it for notable stuff, I think. Gonna quickly mention the other ships in the series, ones that aren't really one-offs but don't have anything special going for them; Kuwata Leon/Maizono Sayaka, Sonia Nevermind/Tanaka Gundham, Amami Rantaro/Shirogane Tsumugi, Ultimate Imposter/Mioda Ibuki, and Saionji Hiyoko/Koizumi Mahiru.

A note on that last one; even if I somehow did like that ship (I don't, I'm a particular fan of the theory that hiyoko is literally just some kid that has so so so many problems going on), you'd be hard pressed to find any fics in the series that involve them to a prevalent degree. From what I can tell, they each individually get one or two lines, and none in reference to any actual relationship between them that could be romantic to any degree. It's straight up lying, again.

That's everything I want to talk about though. Assume that anyone I did not mention here simply aren't paired off with anyone, or appeared like one time and then never again so I didn't find them.

#makotalk #Anonymous #not gonna tag this with anything. it might run into the tags bcs of all the characters i mention here but idc

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weenwrites · 1 year

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Hello hello ‼️ You can call me Set, and I am here to request a matchup for your current Match-up Event !

For starters, I'd like to get a match-up from Friday Night Funkin' and Transformers Prime. There isn't anyone specific I don't want to be matched up with. Make it queer-platonic ———✨

My personality could be described as socially awkward( It's not that I'm afraid to approach people, but more of that I don't know how to approach them and just, casually strike up a conversation ), but I'm also talented(don't know that can I use that to describe my personality, but oh well.) , intelligent, and good-humored. My mbti type is an ISTJ.

My hobby would be reading stories and listening to music. I like many categories of music, dramatic orchestral and SomeOtherTypeOfMusicI'mNotSureHowToClassify specifically, but I also like architecture and digital art. I heavily dislike loud noises as they either annoy me or startle me (*cough cough* thunder strikes)

I'm questioning my sexuality and my love language is Acts of Service. I constantly yearn for physical touch, but ironically or not, I'm not used to it myself.

(This is actually an ask I resend because I had a gut feeling it didn't come through)

Take care ‼️

Howdy-do, Set! I match you with Bulkhead and Sarvente. I hope you enjoy it.

Bulkhead

Bulkhead is a music enthusiast as well, however he pretty much only listens to rock or heavy metal, and depending on whether that's your thing or not, the two of you may listen to rock music whenever you head out on a drive. However just because he only listens to rock doesn't mean he isn't open to listening to other genres of music, so he'd give dramatic orchestral a try.

Given the fact he used to be a builder before the war, he'd be interested in architecture too. Human architecture is vastly different than cybertronian architecture and that's what makes it so interesting to him. So if you were ever curious about cybertronian buildings or architecture, he'd enjoy telling you about it.

Depending on what kind of humor you enjoy, you may have a good time cracking jokes with him. But even while earth humor is vastly different from humor on cybertron, he's still grown to find it pretty funny. What can he say? It's infectious.

It's needless to say that he's pretty physically affectionate with people close to him, like friends for example, but he'll always try to tone it down with you encase he makes you uncomfortable. But if you give him the go-ahead, he won't hesitate to give you pats on the shoulder or back, tiny high-fives, and hugs to the best of his ability.

Sarvente

Having lived for thousands and thousands of years, Sarvente's a well cultured individual, she's bound to know a thing or two that might interest you, so conversations with her never get dull or boring at all. And she's typically the one who approaches you to talk about these things.

I'd imagine that Sarvente's also into different types of music. However, she strays away from modern day music like pop, hip hop, rap, etc.. So she'd most likely enjoy dramatic orchestral music too.

She tends to crack "updog" jokes, so if your sense of humor is anything like her's, you're in for a good time! However if not, she also most likely knows a couple jokes that might fit your sense of humor.

She appreciates any and all that you do for her! Running a church is very time consuming, and more often than not she doesn't have much time to do much else (unless the day was rather easygoing, which hardly happens). She does try to return the favor whenever she has the time, like getting you things she knows you'd definitely like.

#match ups #[ and I did receive it the first time ]#weenwrites

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noultimates · 1 year

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25. May 2019

you were simply walking down the street to the small bakery, where you jobbed. aside from still going to school you also got yourself a job since almost a year. you didn't tell anyone except your parents, not even your best friends, because no one knew how much you loved baking and cooking. and because your friends would definitely show up at your workplace to annoy you as much as possible.

"good morning mrs. choi!" you greeted the older woman, that was working in the bakery. her husband was the owner so you'd see her pretty often here. "hello hyunjae! how are you my dear?" she asked. "i'm doing fine. how about you?" "i am doing well. it's nice to see you." she laughed slightly. mrs. choi was a woman in her early sixties. she had still her pretty black hair that reached a little over her shoulders and her eyes had a color like chocolate. all in all, mrs. choi was a very pretty woman even though you were able to see that she was aging. her husband mr. choi was like his wife an incredible friendly and warm-hearted person.

"what are you doing here so early in the morning hyunjae? i thought i said that you don't need to show up at half past six in the morning on a saturday." mr. choi came from the backyard. "i know you said that, but i really like it here and i stand up early in the morning, so it isn't that kind of a big deal for me. and i also like being here in the bakery." you answered smiling. and that was the truth. you really liked being in the bakery. was it for selling bread or snacks, or baking in the baking room. also you liked the presence of the choi's.

by now it was eleven o'clock, you were standing since three and a half hour in the baking room and made some snacks for the display case. you were humming a song, you recently played while forming the dough. what you didn't recognize was, that mrs. choi was standing in the door and watched you with a smile growing on her lips. soon her husband joined her and she told him whispering: "i knew you made the right choice. and she definitely was the right one to choose for the job. she seems to like baking very much. and she is likeable. all of our customers that come daily said that she was very friendly with them and always smiled." mr. choi just nodded. then he smiled. "i like her too, she really was the right one to choose."

by now you recognized you were being watched and stopped in your tracks. "did i do anything wrong?" you asked. "no no. you made everything right dear. i just came to say, that we needed more snacks. the customers liked them very much and we don't have any in the vitrine anymore. are the next ones ready?" mrs. choi asked while mr. choi went back to his office. "yes, i think they are ready. just wait one second, i'll get them out of the oven. i'll bring them to the vitrine." "thank you hyunjae." then she went back to the origin bakery to serve the waiting customers. you opened the oven and took out the baking tray with the fresh and hot snacks. you went to the vitrine and mrs. choi with the snacks on the tray and placed the still hot snacks in the vitrine. as you were done you smiled towards the customer, an old lady with someone that seemed to be her grandchild. a little boy with dark brown hair. he and the lady smiled back. "hello." you greeted. "hello." the lady said back while the small boy just waved with his small hand. "hyunjae, do you want to take this order? you seldomly take orders you rather are baking in the back." mrs. choi said. "okay, i'd like to try." you said to her. then you turned to the two customers. "what can i get you?" "hmm, i'd like a kilo of bread. what about you, minjun?" the small boy shrugged his shoulders and half hid himself behind his grandmother. "hey, minjun. it's minjun right? do you probably want a cookie? they are a 100% fresh out of the oven and self made." you asked him kindly with a smile. he then popped his head out from his grandmothers back and looked at you with big eyes. his grandmother said: "i'm sorry, he is very shy. so, minjun, do you wan-" "yes, i'd like to have a cookie." he said with a small voice. you smiled even more and took one of the fresh cookies, you've just made and put it into a bag and handed it to him. "here you go. i hope you like it." "t-thank you." he nearly immediately took a bite. his eyes started to glow. "iff's mmery goof!" he said with his mouth full. you chuckled. "thank you." then you turned to the lady, told her the sum and she paid. "thank you. goodbye." you said as they both went out.

"you really are good with kids. mrs. lim comes here often with minjun but i've never heard him talk. you seem to have a good influence on humans especially on children." you heard mrs. choi. you blushed slightly. "i don't know. i just do what i think is right." "i know. well, your shift nearly is done. i'd say, you can go earlier because you have done much since those four hours. sometimes i can't believe, that you're still going to school" "oh, i do go to school, but i don't really like it there. i'm just going because i wouldn't see my best friends anywhere else. otherwise i would've stopped going to school and started working full time, most likely in here, if you both would've allowed me to." you spoke the truth. "oh, i think my husband would like that idea. and i'd be glad too, if i could see you more often." "to be honest, i've considered doing that, starting to work full time and stop going to school, i mean."

"you want to work full time here?" mr. choi unheard entered in the room. "well, i need to talk to my parents at first, but yes, i'd like to do that." you said. "i'd be glad to have you here more often. the customers, that come often like you, and i think you fit perfectly in this business." he said. "okay then. i will talk to my parents when i get home and then i'll tell you on tuesday. if that's okay." "works for me. see you on tuesday then." mr. choi said bidding goodbye to you when you left the bakery.

on your way home you thought about it. do you really want to drop out of school? do you really want to start to work full time? if yes, what would you tell your friends? and what would they say to your desicion? what would they say, if they get to know that you were working in a bakery? and more important, what yould your parents say? would they think, you were a disappointment? 'no, they would never think of me like that. sure, they'd be a little bit disappointed, but they'd be happy for me.', you thought.

"hey, i'm home!" you shouted. "we're in the living room." the answer came back, also being shouted. you walked towards the living room and saw your parents sitting on the couch. "how was work?" "oh, it was great! i really love working in the bakery!" you answered and then took a deep breath. "but i got something to tell you. so purely hypothetical, if i decided to drop out of school and start working full time in the bakery, what would you think? purely hypothetical of course." "honey, if you know, that you want to do that, what are you waiting for? we will always support you, no matter, what decision you'd make." your father said. "your father is right hyunjae. we will always support you, we are a family after all. and your father and i both recognized, that you are much happier when you come from the bakery, than when you come from school. so what are you waiting for? we will never stop you."

"aww, you are the best. because i've honestly thought of it for a long time now. and now i am completely sure, that i want to work full time in the bakery. because, that is, what i really want." you said, felling lighter since you now were sure, that your parents fully supported you. "if you want, i could sign you out from school." your mother suggested. "yes, that would be great! i mean on monday i'll definitely go to school, because i need to get my things together and i also still need to talk to my friends. they don't even know, that i am working in a bakery." you chuckled. "honey, don't pressure yourself. but i think, we can call the school and sign you out right now, because thhe secretary should be there. wait, i'll get my phone." your father now said.

and a few minutes later you three sat on the dining table, your father's phone in the middle, while phoning the school the mode was put on speaker, so that all of you could hear everything.

"hello? here is park hyunwon." your father said.

"hello mr. park. what can i do for you?" the secretary answered.

"i'd like to talk to you about my daughter park hyunjae."

"what about her? she is an excellent student, she doesn't make any problems."

"oh, i'm not talking about her making problems. in fact, i am here to ask, if i could sign my daughter out of school?" he now asked. you held your breath.

"why would you do that? is this some kind of prank?" she wanted to know.

you gathered all of your courage. then you started to talk: "actually, this right now is not a prank. i really would like to drop out of school."

"oh, i am sorry. but may i ask why exactly?"

"i'd like to drop out of school, because i want to start to work full time at my workplace."

"oh, that was unexpected. but if you really like to do so, sure, i can sign you out. just come on monday and then you can gather all your things and take them home with you."

"okay, thank you. i'll do that."

"okay, i'll sign you out. take care. goodbye." then she hung up.

"oh my god. i cannot believe it! i'll start working!" you screamed after your father took his phone and put it back in his pocket. "shh, cool down. didn't you also say, you'd have to tell jooah and jaewon?" that reduced you happiness a little, but not fully. "oh yeah right. i'll tell them on monday, when we're waling to school. but for now, i think, i'll go upstairs and write in my some-kind-of-diary-thing i have. good night for now." "good night sweetheart."

with that you ran the stairs up. as you entered your room you sighed heavy. you let yourself fall on your bed and then you sighed again. after some time you stood up and grabbed your diary-thingy-book aka your laptop and sat on your desk.

'dear diary-thing-book,

today something, i don't know how i should describe it, happened. i was in the bakery as usual, but i've also served some customers. there was this older lady with her grandson, mrs. lim and her little minjun. he talked to me and he was really cute. later mrs. choi then told me, she'd never heard minjun talk and that i would be great at dealing with people. that made me very happy. then when my shift nearly was over, i told her, that i'd like to work full time in the bakery. and by now, i really will work full time in the bakery. my father signed me out of the school and i'll have my last day on monday, when i will gather all my things in school and then i'll start working full time in the bakery. but i still gotta tell my bestest best friends about that. they know that i like baking but they don't know that i work in a bakery, like, they know i work but i always avoided the question where. so i'll tell them on monday when we're walking to school. i need to get the words, i'll tell them together starting from now on, because...

well now, byee!'

with that you closed the laptop and changed yourself into pyjamas and went to bed, where you nearly immediately fell asleep.

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ik that's a little bit off topic, but which kpop groups do you stan? and do u stan more boy groups or girl groups?

#oneshot #skz #skz felix #stray kids

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dr4kenlvr · 3 years

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soft baji headcanons ♡

pairing: baji keisuke x gn!reader

genre: pure fluff

request: Hii can u do soft baji headcanons????

warnings: swearing!!

a/n: heyy, thanks for requesting more baji hehe i love the guy. if you guys want, you can read my dating baji headcanons before this! i suppose its sort of a continuation <3.

baji is nothing short of a loyal person, friend, boyfriend, you name it

once he's committed to a relationship of any sort, he's committed and it's gonna take a lot to make him back off

he'll do anything for you, because you're the person who he was able to confide in, to let down that tough barrier with, to love

now, its definite baji likes it when you play with his hair

he'll let you tie it, braid it, or just twirl it around your finger, hell even give him a massage while you're at it!

if you decide to stylize it some way or another, baji won't take it out unless he really needs to- he'll wear it to toman meetings and get some stares and giggles

he growls at them till they stop

when the two of you are chilling on a couch or whatever, he'll return the favour and rake his fingers through your hair gingerly, smiling gently when you melt into his touch

baji likes to hold onto your waist a lot, it kind of comes naturally to him you know?

you'll just be standing there talking to someone, and he'll pop up to wrap an arm or two around you

he won't even interrupt your conversation, just absentmindedly holds you while paying attention to other things around him

your friends are use to his antics, and don't mind him because they know he means no harm

when you're alone however, whether you'd be cooking or cleaning the room, baji'll give you a big bear hug from behind

he'll peck your head, cheeks then lips and give you a smug grin when you react in any way

so, baji's favourite way to "hold hands" is an arm slung around your waist or shoulders :D

you like to link pinkies with him in public but he retorts with a "that's too cutesy y/n!- hey, why'd you let go?!" and proceeds to link pinkies with you again

ugh he's so annoying

random, but when you go shopping you'll every now and then buy a pack of hair ties for him because he keeps whining about breaking them

so when you give them to him, he feels so loved and appreciated that you remembered, and thought about him on your trip out

when you two are away from one another, baji often sends you ugly memes and videos that are attached with a messages ranging from "this is u <3" to "YOU LMFAAOASAJS STUPID ASS"

his most used emojis are the skull, and the sideways laughing one because this is baji we're talking about

dates occur pretty often, because simply hanging out is a date to you two

sometimes you'll get ice cream, go to the park or head over to his place to finish a project he slept on

chifuyu likes to join too! baji's like "im glad you're here bro, but since you are you and y/n need to help me finish this assignment."

"alright, when is it due?"

"last week."

"LAST WEEK?" - you and chifuyu, simultaneously

this mf is like.. "yeah? what? stop staring at me like that, fuck!"

speaking of staring, baji likes to stare at you too

he finds you so attractive, he can't help himself

chifuyu and draken make fun of him but he brushes them off with a "FUCK YOU!" before blushing and turning away

he pouts a lot too, but you pinch his cheek before giving him attention anyways

when he's out with the gang, he always boasts about you, like always

mikey just smiles and nods, happy for his friend

draken laughs at pah who's groaning in jealousy

takemitchi also tells his fair share of stories about hina before baij shuts him up saying he's not done talking

CHIFUYU DIES AT THE LOOK ON TAKEMITCHI'S FACE LMAO

he's just like :o

anyways, baji is an amazing significant other, literally ken wakui said so himself ("top 3 lovers" in the official tokyo revengers character book)

he loves and cares for you so so much, theres not a big enough number that could amount to it <3

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

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"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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ch. xxxv - NYOOOOOOM

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Wooyoung and Yeosang were rushing you into the frat as quick as they could. Wooyoung carrying your bag and Yeosang practically hauling you away.

When you entered the frat, you could see that every single one of them is sitting around the living area. Some were seated on the couch as some were on the floor.

At the sight of you entering, their eyes lit up and smile bloom on their faces automatically.

"Is this an intervention?" you asked, walking slowly to where they are, slightly wary of the situation as they would rarely gather together to talk. More often than not, all communication happens in the group chat.

"Because I swear I'll return all your shirts and hoodies," you said, scrunching your nose in nervousness.

Mingi stood up and glomped onto you, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. He had to hunch because he's way taller than you. "You can take our clothes any time you want, this is not an intervention," he mumbled into your skin before detaching and planting a soft peck on your forehead, "missed you," he grinned.

You instinctively held onto Mingi's ring and pinkie as he led you to sit on the available spot at the left end of the U-shaped couch.

"So? Who wants to start?" Yunho asked, breaking the initial building silence.

The boys looked at each other for a bit before their eyes slowly zeroed in on Hongjoong. At the sudden attention, Hongjoong's eyes widened for a split second before scoffing, "one of you better start because I'm not doing it," he said, crossing his arms.

"But you're the leader," Yeosand stated matter-o-factly with a straight face. The others nodding along, agreeing to what Yeosang said.

Hongjoong grumbled at the fact that they're ganging up on him, using his own title against him. This is one of the rare few times he regretted having his title and even using it to his own advantage sometimes. The K in karma stands for Kang Yeosang, it seems.

You pursed your lips, still nervous and slightly uneasy. Historically, when a person is called by a group or collective, it was never for good reasons.

"So, (Y/N)," Hongjoong started, looking directly at you as his fingers fiddled slightly with the rings in his fingers, "do you like being with us?" he asked.

You visibly swallowed the lump in your throat. You couldn't help but feel like they're kicking you out, or the board is making them kick you out, that's the only reasonable explanation to the opening question Hongjoong threw at you, right?

Unconsciously, you leaned closer to Mingi for security and held his fingers tighter. Mingi thought nothing much of it. "Well, I like you guys like a lot, and living with you all has been great! More than great, actually, I never really had a roommate and initially the thought of having 8 roommates scared me especially because well you're guys and guys tend to be dirty and all, but it turns out you guys are freaking awesome, and I couldn't ask for better roommates honestly," you rambled, grinning awkwardly at them.

Most of them had a look of confusion on their faces. They didn't know why you were talking about your living situation when they're obviously asking about something much more substantial than that.

"(Y/N), sweetie," Seonghwa called out, "we're... glad that you're happy living with us here and we honestly wouldn't want it any other way," "wait, so this is not about anyone having a problem with me living here for quite some time now?" you asked, cutting Seonghwa off.

Wooyoung gasped loudly at your question, "no, it's not, sweetie, believe me! Who'd make you feel this way?" he then snapped his head to San who's sitting next to him, "was it you!?" he asked dramatically, holding onto the collars of San's hoodie, "fuck you, if anyone would've made her uncomfortable, it would've been you with your incessant claim on her as her boyfriend which is as true as Yeosang being able to pop unicorn horn from his ass!" San retorted back, grabbing onto Wooyoung's collars as well.

Seonghwa and Yunho immediately jumped up and separated the two, sitting them in next to Jongho and Yeosang who had been snickering at the childish argument.

Once they both calmed down, they all shifted their attention back to you. "We weren't talking about our living situation at all, we're kind of... needing to ask you something important..." Yunho said, trailing off to look at the others as if in confirmation.

No longer feeling nervous, you just shrug at them all, "okay, shoot."

Though you asked them to talk, they all stay glancing at each other. Even Wooyoung, the most confident man you possibly have ever known, couldn't look you directly in the eyes without blushing.

After a while, the tension didn't seem to dissipate and it started to bug you. "Oh, come on! You guys have seen me naked, what could you all possibly have to say that made you all sweating like an old man in a sauna?" you grumbled, crossing your arms on your chest.

Jongho cringed at your words, "don't put you and a sweaty old man in the same sentence, that image's gonna haunt me for weeks," he complained. San stared at him weirdly, "why would you even think about a sweaty old man?" "It's called prompting," "It's called nasty,"

Yeosang exhaled sharply, bringing everyone's attention to him, "since none of you seems to want to seriously ask her, I'll do it," he glared at the other boys before looking straight at you, "how do you feel, non platonically, about all of us?" he asked directly.

While you tilt your head in confusion, everyone else in the room seemed to broke into a meltdown altogether. Some were covering their faces in their hands, others were slumping so lowly on the couch their asses were basically on the floor.

"I... honestly haven't really thought about it," you shrugged, furrowing your eyebrows, "but I can't say I'm not attracted to all of you, sure we're friends and this might be just a fascination thing, but I really can't deny that I definitely feel something for you guys," you continued.

When they heard you say that, they visibly relaxed.

"That's good, because, well..." Yeosang trailed off, waiting for someone else to say it as a rosy tint bloomed on his face, showcasing his bashfulness to everyone.

Thankfully, Hongjoong stepped up and continued Yeosang's sentence, "because we, all eight of us, also can't deny that we feel something for you," he smiled shyly.

Seeing the boys all soft and shy made you giggle. Butterflies formed in your stomach and you had to admit that you like the thought of all of them liking you more than on a platonic level.

"So... every single one of you has feelings for me?" you asked, trying to make sure before you made your conclusion. All eight heads nod and you can't help but to focus on Jongho and Mingi, "you both too?" you asked them both, eyes darting between the two.

While Jongho grinned cockily and nod, Mingi covered his face with one hand in embarrassment, "yeah, kind of," he mumbled. You giggled and reach to try to pry his hand from his face, wanting to see how he look, "when did you start feeling like that, huh? I thought you only think of me as a stress reliever," you whined but eventually succeeding in prying his hand off.

Mingi raised an eyebrow at you, "the fact that we've been sleeping together combined with how amazing you are, it was never about if I'd fall for you, it was about the when," he said. You couldn't help but blush at his words, "so you liked me because we were fuck buddies?" "it sounds bad when you put it like that, but I was intrigued when I first met you which is why I approached you,"

You then shifted your gaze to the others, "When did you all realize you like me?" you asked, "as cliche as it sounds, it was the night we all did it together," Yunho answered.

"Not me," Wooyoung said, raising a hand, "I realized it like a solid couple of weeks after we started our whole fake relationship thing," he grinned proudly, "I began liking the way I call you my girlfriend more than I would like to admit, but I couldn't think of another person more perfect for me than you,"

It was your turn to melt. You covered your face in embarrassment, letting out a muffled squeal at how cheesy Wooyoung's words are. The others chuckled at how adorable you're being.

"You know, the eight of us talked about it before you came back here," Hongjoong said. You calm yourself down before being able to look at him directly in the eyes again, "and... we just wanted to know whether or not you'd like to date us,"

You tilted your head to the side, "like... All nine of us? One girl and eight boys?" you asked, making sure you're not hearing things wrong. But all of them nodded firmly. "It's not orthodox, I'd have to admit, and usually we would each try to win you over for only one of us, but when we were together last time, it just felt natural and I can't speak for these guys, but I didn't feel jealous whatsoever, because I know that you deserve more than just what I could and am willing to give you, and they can fill in where I lack because you deserve nothing but the best," Seonghwa said. He had somehow moved to kneel in between your legs, hands rubbing your knees gently as his eyes shone what you could only describe as pure affection and adoration.

The others piped in agreement with the eldest. It seemed like they know what they're doing and what they want. So the ball was in your court.

On one hand, you adore them to the heavens and back, you couldn't possibly think of having things any other way. And the thought of having to choose between them doesn't sit right with you. Sure, you're just one person, but you're sure if they're right, things will be okay.

But on the other hand, Seonghwa was right, this is highly unorthodox. Sure, you've heard of poly relationships here and there, heck one of your classmates' sister is in a poly relationship with three girls. But you can't deny you live in a society that's filled with judgment and harsh criticism, more than yourself, you're worried about how going down this path would affect them. And besides, how did one went from not wanting to even have random hookups due to wanting to have a relationship with 8 guys?

"See the look on her face? The wheels are turning in there," you heard Jongho muttered to the rest of them who had moved to kneel in front of you somewhere during your thoughts.

You glared at him shortly before pouting, "I do want to know if there could be something more to this," you started. The boys were about to celebrate when you cut them off, "BUT, I'm not sure on how this is gonna be, let's face it, you guys seemed to realize that you like me after we had sex," "I didn't," Wooyoung cut you off which was immediately shut by Yeosang, putting a hand over his mouth, "feelings tend to mash then and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the sexual pull talking," you sighed.

Their shoulder seemingly slumped hearing you say that. They didn't even discuss that, they were pretty sure that they genuinely like you and want to be more with you. Maybe they didn't want what you said to even be a possibility.

Suddenly, San perked up, "wait, if what you're worried about is whether or not our feelings are the real deal or not, then why don't you just test it? You can just decide later if we're gonna officially date or not. Take things slowly, you know?" he grinned brightly.

Slowly, each of the boys' eyes widened and shone with hope, thinking that San's plan is actually probable.

"Finally, San said something fucking smart for once," Yunho muttered, earning a harsh nudge to his hip by a glaring San.

The idea wasn't bad. It was actually good. This way, all of you can be sure and there would be no regrets, no one got hurt.

You squint your eyes at him, "but what would that make us?" "that's the beauty of it, there would be no official title until we make our decision," he said proudly. You pursed your lips, feelings swaying and leaning on the positive, "and how long do I have to make a decision?" this time, Yeosang answered, "as long as you need, we won't rush you," he smiled gently at you, making your stupid heart flip.

The idea WAS appealing, it was a win-win for sure.

When a smile broke on your face, the boys had to hold themselves together to let you confirm their suspicion.

"I'm in, let's try and see where we all can go,"

Before you could even take a breath after answering, the boys had pulled you forward in a giant group hug on the floor. You found yourself squished by eight men who are hollering, cheering, trying to kiss you, and trying to hold onto you as tightly as possible. While the position was uncomfortable, you couldn't care less.

Because being in the centre of them all felt right. It felt like you belong.

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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I hate it here

Why does he get to appropriate people's race and still have so much access??

I thought impersonation was a crime.

I thought stealing someone's identity was a crime. How is he walking around Freely and taking pictures with hot chicks?😒

THAT SHOULD BE ME😭😭😭

If he is profiting off of his looks he needs to be sued by Hybe IMMEDIATELY.

HYBE SHOULD HIRE ME - If they can over look my gossipy nature and the fact they really can't trust me with any company secrets plus I'll spend all my time staring at Jikook and simping for YoonminhopeJoon🙂

Bapsae aaahhhhh 😏😏😏

To answer your question Barbara, you are not the only confused one when it comes to these labels. We all are.

A lot of people use Bi these days instead of Pan because people find the term Pansexuality confusing and offensive so....

Strange times.

Offensive because some people in the Bi community feel it's a redundant term as to them it means the same as Bisexuality. As such they feel the use of Pansexuality is erasure and invalidating of their own identity.

From what I understand of this ongoing label wars in the community, those who get offended by Pansexuality do so mostly because they do not view trans identity as a seperate unique gender in of it's own but merely as an adjective.

To such, there is no thing as cis boy or trans boy and that a boy is a boy. So being Bi to them means they are attracted to boys( cis or trans) and girls (regardless of whether they are cis or trans)- which is what Pansexuality actually is💀

Here in lies the conflict. Cis women and some people, myself included, see trans identity as a seperate gender identity from cis identity and differentiates between a biological Male or female and a trans Male or female.

As such a boy is not a boy, a boy is either cis boy or trans boy and both are valid.

This distinction is what mostly sets bisexuality from pan sexuality from my point of view.

It's disheartening. Not to mention anxiety inducing and confusing as hell when we can't even agree on basic terms to describe ourselves.

I don't know how conscious BTS are of these conversations and so I've always viewed their use of labels such as boy/girl in their lyrics with utmost fascination given as there are trans genders within their community.

I often find myself wondering what Joonie means when he talks of girls- does he mean cis girls or trans girls? Would he date either or both?

Personally, I view Trans identity as a valid, separate unique form of identity, unique from Cis identity and not just as an epithet.

I date and definitely find trans girls romantically and sexually attractive especially if there's minimum trace of their cis masculinity in them.

But I have friends who identify as lesbians but wouldn't date trans girls regardless of how they present. Yet they wouldn't mind dating a stud or Masculine presenting females as long as they are Cis girls. Talk of transphobia💀

Some girls call me Bi because I like cis and other fems and I'm perfectly fine with it. However embracing that label in Male spaces gives me a lot of headaches because they just assume I'd date any man too.

I have dated fem tops (girly girls who like to be the dominant one in relationships and also prefer to penetrate other girls during sex) who identify as lesbians but have threesomes with gay men💀

I mean as long as they get to fuck those men or penetrate/ top them or so they say and yes I've seen it happen with my two eyes- I have gay threesomes don't judge or tell my pastor😥

I'm going to hell as it is no need to compound it🤧

My ex was like that. She dated a gay guy she was topping and was gonna marry him because her family was pressuring her to get married. The dude was closeted and their relationship was convenient until he came out and lowkey outed her in the process.

When I asked her if she was bisexual she said she didn't have a label because none suited her at the time and that she likes girls regardless of how those girls identify as. So a femboi, andro, trans girls, cis girls, straight girls, gay girls, as long as you feminine she likes.

I'm a bit like that too... minus the topping fembois and gays part💀

If I had a dick it would be useless 🤣

I say all this to say, labels are a bit tricky and a lot of people struggle to find the right fit.

Gay or queer is our go to label.

For the sake of the conversation we having, I'd define being Bi as liking your own gender plus the opposite of your gender but in an exclusive way. Being Bi also means the gender of a person matters to you in your determination of what you find attractive.

However being Pan means you place less emphasis on the gender of the person you are attracted to and more emphasis on the qualities those people possess- really doesn't matter what the other person is if you like em you like em. Which means a person don't gotta be cis or trans boy or girl or other for you to like them. They just have to have a certain quality you find attractive.

Just like you said, you being a girl find gurls attractive too but I don't think you'd be willing to date a girl- cis or trans- a person has to be Male for you to date them. Right?

That exclusivity is what makes you straight. You like one gender to the exclusion of others.

Gays and lesbians like one gender, the same gender, to the exclusion of others.

Bisexuals may like multiple genders, different genders, to the exclusion of others.

Pansexuals like multiple genders but not to the exclusion of others.

If Gender is important to you in determining who a suitable romantic partner is you are either Straight or Bi. If gender is not important to your determination of who a suitable partner is then you're pansexual.

Pansexuals are gender blind🤣

If Pansexuals are bisexuals, there should be a label for the category currently viewed as bisexuals.

When Suga says " I look at personality and it's not limited to girls" I believe he's talking about the qualities he finds attractive in PEOPLE.

When he sings boy or girl my tongue technology will send you to hongkong it carries a similar sentiment. He's saying basically it doesn't matter what you identify as he can make you orgasm under his- rap?

That's pan energy to me. You go pan Suga! BAPSAE AAAHHH🤭

IF he were queer then I'd assume he's more likely to be pan not bi- hypocritically speaking.

But he is NOT QUEER.

SOPE YOONMIN AND ANYSHIP INVOLVING SUGA IS NOT REAL or even likely to be.

Since we are both men, how can my heart throb for a man. This implies he believes his heart only has to throb for the opposite sex. Yea no he is definitely not bi.

Straight as an arrow this one.

He doesn't find men sexually or romantically attractive. He is not gay or bi and I don't think he wants to be.

I assume he's straight. I do.

And as a straight dude, he's certainly intriguing and I can see how certain actions of his make people queer read him especially in his dominant ships Sope and Yoonmin and Taegi.

But I don't think he goes out of his way to queer code himself.

And I see what you mean by the exaggerated speech. Rappers do trash talk, boast and talk shit in their music but they are also notoriously homophobic with the exception of a few. References of queerness in their lyrics are usually often used pejoratively to slur other rappers etc.

May be I'm too black, gay, and a woman to overlook the misogyny and homophobia that's traveled through Black American hip pop to elsewhere even if it takes on new family friendly labels such as Kpop or BTS.

I don't tend to read hiphop lyrics through non cis non straight non male lens. Unless of course it's from a queer artist but even that there's almost always something internalized.

It's fascinating how people look at a hip hop artist and glean their sexuality from their lyrics....

I'm dozing off. Will read over this tomorrow and add anything I might have missed.

GOLDY

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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Angel’s Touch (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my long overdue contribution to @rosepetals-flyingbirds‘ challenge. I’m sorry it took me so long, babe 💖 I’ve been going through a lot lately (including the loss of a loved one) and I wasn’t in the mood to write 😔

The prompt, as usual, is in bold.

Thanks to the lovely @geekandbooknerd for beta reading this for me 🌺

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

The gif belongs to @therealcalicali 💐

Summary: Ivar's always been very secretive when it comes to his legs. How is he going to react when you tell him you want to know all of him?

Warnings: angst; fluff at the end; Ivar’s insecurities; soft and vulnerable Ivar.

Words: 4600

"I'm coming!" you shout enthusiastically, wrapping a soft towel around your body before closing the bathroom door behind you.

Wincing at your words, Ivar hastily hides his legs under the comforter. "That was a close one…", he mumbles while breathing a sigh of relief. Deep down, he knows he's not doing the right thing. Avoiding the problem will not make it go away.

He can't help himself, though. He still has nightmares about that awful night with Margrethe. It was years ago, yet memories of her disgusted look as well as her eyes full of pity still haunt his nights, vivid and humiliating.

He doesn't want to go through that again. It would be unbearable and painful, much worse than the dull ache he's used to enduring every day. No, he definitely can't relive it. Shuddering at this thought, Ivar squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his fists tight.

He won't allow it. He can't. Because he's not sure he can get over it again. After Margrethe, he had been broken – more broken than his broken bones – for so long. It had taken him years of therapy to stop being disgusted by himself, to stop hating himself for what he was. A freak. It had taken him years to endure looking at himself in a mirror. And it had taken him years to imagine sharing a bed with a woman again.

Oh, of course, he had fucked every so often. He needed it after the complete fiasco with Margrethe. He had to prove himself that he could… But it had always been in a hurry, and with random, uninteresting women. Till you…

You. You're not random, and definitely not uninteresting. You're beautiful and smart, patient and funny, warmhearted and caring but never overbearing. You're… perfect, he thinks, and it scares him as much as it makes him shiver with excitement. On top of that, so far you don't seem bothered by his legs and he wants to keep it that way.

His legs. His fucking legs. The averted elephant in the room. Well, averted… more or less. Because if you've never seen them, you know the braces, the crutches, the uneven gait and he's pretty sure you've figured out his pain. But you two never talk about them. He knows that you understood from the beginning that they were, they are a major issue for him. You're smart enough for that.

Yet, you never bring them up and he couldn't be more grateful. He's very aware that he can't keep going like this for long. But he doesn't know how to address what is, to him, a huge matter of concern. He's afraid you'll go away as soon as you realize how damaged his legs are, how crippled he really is. He doesn't want to lose you. He can't. That would be insufferable. And he knows exactly why. It's not just that he likes you, that sex is great, and that you're fun to be around, no… He's helplessly falling in love with you. It may be terrifying, but it's no less true.

That's why he does what he does. That's why he's always hurrying up, hiding, avoiding. It doesn't matter if it leads sometimes to awkward situations. It doesn't matter if you're not fooled. All that matters is that you don't see his legs; not for a long time anyway; and most preferably never.

Inhaling deeply, Ivar slips his hands under the comforter, rubs his scrawny, bony, twisted thighs, feeling their scarred skin and grunting in disgust. He knows he's wrong, he knows he's not going anywhere, but he can't help. He can't risk losing you.

***

More sad than irritated, you hardly stifle a sigh as you enter the room. Once again, Ivar is unsurprisingly already in bed, his fluffy comforter keeping his legs out of sight.

His legs… A fucking huge elephant in the room… It's amazing – not in a good way – how something that's never addressed can take up so much space.

The truth is, you know a lot about them. Being a son of Ragnar, the man who rules Scandinavia – at least economically but surely politically too, with friends in the right places and enough money to corrupt them – didn't allow Ivar to grow up in the shadow. Ivar's life therefore has always been on display, making headlines more often than not. So you know about his disease and its inherent struggles, about the surgeries and about the pain – well, now you even witness it sometimes, and the way he always tries to hide it is heartwrenching.

You know more than you'd like to since you even know about his supposed failing sex life, that bitch whose name you've long forgotten having told her story to everyone around. It doesn't matter though, as you can testify that Ivar's cock is far from dysfunctional.

Anyway, if you know a lot – truths or lies – about his condition and about his legs, you don't know them. And you're aware it has to change. You just don't know how. You can't be too straightforward or Ivar will close up on you. Yet you can't let things go on like this for too long, because it's unhealthy. And an unhealthy relationship with Ivar is the last thing you want, both for his and your sake.

Somehow always in your mind, his legs make things awkward. Sex is great, but could even be better, for they prevent you from being spontaneous. The last thing you want is to make Ivar, the man you're falling in love with, uncomfortable. So, you don't speak about them because you can feel he doesn't want to speak about them. You don't look at them because his tight jaw is unmistakable each time your eyes wander to his lower body. You do your best never to touch them, which isn't easy when you share his bed. In short, most of the time you act as if they don't exist. And this has got to stop.

You can't let this unspoken thing continue to grow between the two of you or it will end up becoming a problem that will eat you up, you do know it with utmost certainty. You won't allow it. You can't. Ivar is important to you, to say the least, and you're pretty sure he reciprocates your feelings. You see it in his huge blue eyes that sparkle each time he looks at you; you hear it in the softness of his tone each time he talks to you.

So yeah, the whole situation annoys you. It doesn't mean that his legs annoy you. They don't. You won't lie, you're a little nervous about them. How could you not, given how sensitive a subject they are? Will you say the right thing? Do the right thing? Will you hurt Ivar unwillingly? Just thinking about it, about them, makes you feel like you're walking on eggshells. Ivar is being very touchy when it comes to them, to those-legs-we-mustn't-talk-about, it seems to you that the slightest word could ruin everything. And you don't want that. Gods, you don't. Yet, you're not sure how to handle well something that important.

That's the point. His legs are that important. They shouldn't be. They shouldn't matter. They don't matter. Of course, you're not stupid. Ivar has a disability, there's no denying it. But it doesn't define him, right? What defines him is his outstanding intelligence, his sharp mind, and his deadpan, ironic humour. And well, if you're being honest, his ridiculous handsomeness too… It might sound shallow, but… who cares?

Anyway, enough is enough. Things must change and you're sure Ivar won't be the one initiating the change. It leaves you no choice, you know it. Your heart hammering in your chest, you rub your sweaty palms together before inhaling deeply. That's it. Let it be done. The sooner the better.

***

"Are you not coming?" Ivar's blue eyes are scrutinizing you from under furrowed brows as you scrabble around in your small overnight bag, as an idea has just popped into your head.

Glancing at him over your shoulder, you barely nod while swallowing the lump in your throat. "Of course I am, give me a minute." You reply after a while, sounding more confident than you feel. But you know it's a good idea. It could be the first step. It could work. It has to work.

Your hands are shaking but your heart is filled with hope when you eventually find what you were looking for. "Here it is.", you mutter, a tentative smile playing on your lips as you turn towards your lover, who looks at the silk scarf in your hand with a mischievous grin.

"What is it on your naughty mind?" He asks playfully, tilting his head in his very own way, the one that melts your heart each and every time. "You want to blindfold me, Y/N?" His low, deep voice sends shivers down your spine. "Or maybe you'd rather be blindfolded? It's up to you, I'm totally on board with either one." He swallows heavily, and when he licks his upper lip and then the lower in a slow-moving and sensual motion, a familiar warmth spreads in your lower belly.

Of course, he had to misread the situation. And you, you're so easily, pathetically flustered! Closing your eyes to push away any distracting thoughts, you inhale deeply while just shaking your head no as you don't trust yourself to speak right now.

Raising a brow, Ivar gives you a questioning look. "So, what is it about, then?" His tone is more serious now, you can almost feel a hint of uneasiness in his voice as if a part of his brain already suspects what's in your mind.

"Actually, I want to be blindfolded, but not to do what you're thinking about." You explain, shyly lowering your gaze. "I'd like to try something." You speak in a whisper but with honesty, fidgeting with the little silver Mjölnir – a gift from Ivar – you wear around your neck. "If it's okay with you." You add, your shaky voice giving away your nervousness.

Confused, Ivar looks at you with knitted brows. Since you don't want to explain further – because you're sure that if you told him of your plan, he would deny you – you just climb on the bed, kneel next to him and bring the scarf to your face, wrapping it around your head and over your eyes before tying it in the back with a tight knot.

Being blinded like that, even if it's of your own volition, is quite unsettling, you must say. You feel weirdly exposed, vulnerable, in your tiny shorts and a tank top and you have to inhale and exhale slowly several times in order to calm your nerves.

Uncertain, Ivar keeps quiet, his breathing just a little bit shorter than usual. "Y/N?" His hesitant voice startles you and you swallow, biting your inner cheek.

You know you have to take action, the sooner the better. So you fumble blindly on the bed and as you find Ivar's hand, you bring it to your mouth, kissing each knuckle one after the other while your free hand slips under the comforter.

His breath hitches, yet Ivar doesn't react, doesn't stop you, as you slowly lift the comforter, pulling it away. But when your fingers graze what you think is his thigh, he grabs your wrist, wrapping his fingers around it.

"What…" Ivar stutters, his grip tight enough to bruise your delicate skin, "… What are you doing, Y/N?" His voice, barely audible, is nothing more than a shaky whisper that wrings your heart.

Yet, you won't back down. "Let me, Ivar, please…" You beg softly, but to no avail. Ivar rushes his words, panic coursing through his veins. "Stop Y/N! Don't, please don't, I… They are… They are ugly. I… I can't." That's it. He can't. Just thinking of you exposing his disgusting legs, he feels like throwing up. He can't.

Hearing your lover so upset, and maybe even close to tears, is heartbreaking. Raising your free hand, you find his arm, then his shoulder, his neck, and finally his face, which you cup tenderly.

"You do know I won't see them, don't you?" You ask carefully, peppering light kisses along his jaw while trying to slow down the frantic pace of your own heart.

Ivar doesn't miss a beat, pushing you away gently but very firmly. "You don't need your sight to feel how hideous they are." Almost convinced to give up by his broken voice, you struggle to keep in mind that postponing the problem can't be a solution.

"That's what you think about them, how you see them, Ivar, that's not what they are." Your tone soft and soothing, you're trying to convey how much you care. "And it's certainly not how I'm going to see or to feel them."

"How would you know?" You can tell that he shifts in the bed to sit upright, his back against the headboard. His fingers still around your wrist, you have to stifle a hiss of pain when he changes position.

"Because they are a part of you. Nothing from you, or about you, can be ugly." You wince, realizing that you've just opened up to him more than you would have liked. But well, speaking your mind isn't a bad thing, right?

As Ivar, dumbstruck, keeps quiet, you decide to strike the iron while it's hot. Once again finding his cheek, your thumb lightly strokes it while you speak. "Let me touch them, Ivar…"

You know him well enough to be sure that right now, a storm is clouding his features. But as his breathing starts to quicken and as his grip on your wrist loosens, you understand that he's more frightened than angry. "Please…" You plead, aiming blindly a reassuring smile in his direction.

"But… Wh… Why?" He's never felt so scared, not even with Margrethe. Even if the rational part of him knows you're right, he won't give up yet, not without fighting. "Why… Why does it have to be? You don't need to touch those fucking…", swallowing, he closes his eyes briefly, "… you don't need to touch my legs, Y/N. You don't. We could just go on like this, as we have done up to now. Believe me, it will be better like that."

"No, it won't." You sigh, shaking your head. Ivar's distress may break your heart, yet you're more and more convinced that this is the right thing to do. "Let me touch them, Ivar, please…" You simply repeat, your free hand still on his cheek.

"Why… Why is it so important to you?" As soon as the words escape his lips, he regrets them, wishes he could take them back. He should have said no. Why didn't he say no? Slapping himself internally, he rolls his eyes, annoyed as much by his own stupidity as by your stubbornness.

You answer in a sweet whisper, placing your hand on his chest. He's sure you can feel the crazy thumping of his heart under your palm. "Because your legs are a part of you, and I want to know everything about you. Will you let me, Ivar?"

Ivar, deeply moved by your words, is eager to believe them. But on the other hand, it's so… frightening; unsettling. Not used to being so vulnerable in front of someone, he feels like he's being ripped apart, and gods, he hates it! "I… I don't know… I'm… not sure…" He eventually stammers almost unwillingly, more or less denying you once more, yet his resolution starts to falter, and he knows you can hear it.

Even more surprising, it's as if his body betrayed him, his fingers finally releasing your wrist. As you gasp, astonished and pleased, he ponders for a few moments before deciding – if deciding something against what seems to be your own will is even a thing – he won't stop you. He knows he could, but he also knows you're right. So, conflicted and petrified with fear, he just waves his hand, wiggling his fingers, and mumbles under his breath a faint "go ahead" that you almost miss.

"Is that a 'yes', Ivar?" Full of hope and with what you're sure is a beaming smile on your lips, you intertwine your fidgeting fingers and put your hands on your lap, anxiously awaiting his reply.

His jaw clenched, Ivar just nods. At first, he doesn't realize that you can't see him. As the silence drags on, he furrows his brows, confused, before breathing a hesitant answer. "Yeahhh…" Digging his fingernails into his palms, he waits for your next move, almost like someone awaiting a death sentence.

Sensing his anxiousness, you raise your hands and then move them very slowly, willing to give Ivar time to stop you if he needs to. Since he doesn't utter a word nor grab your wrists, you keep going, your fingers grazing what surely is his lower belly before finding the hem of his cotton boxer shorts.

Intensely aware of the importance of the moment, you can't help but swallow loudly, your stomach tied in knots. You started all this, and even if you're still not sure if it's the right time – will there ever be a right time for this? – you have to keep going. But you're scared. What if it'll push Ivar over the edge? What if it is too much for him? What if you won't handle this as well as you think you will? You don't want to lose him. Your mind suddenly filled with doubts, you do the only thing you can think of, and send a silent prayer to the gods, hoping they can help the two of you.

Holding his breath, Ivar looks at your hands as if he was hypnotized. His eyes wide open, he can't move, can't speak, utterly terrified of what is to come. He knows he should trust you. Maybe he does. But he doesn't trust himself. No, that's not true. Most of the time, Ivar doesn't lack self-confidence. He knows his worth. He's aware of the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He knows about his good looks – even if they're quite useless; or about his highly appreciated caustic humour. And as he's no fool, he knows that being a Ragnarsson – name, wealth, all the stuff – is a major asset. Yet, when it comes to his legs, he's nothing more than a frightened little boy, so anxious that he's ready to fall apart. Feeling ashamed, self-conscious, and helpless, he's wondering how much tenser he can become until he physically shatters. Conflicted, he wants you to stop as well as he wants you to keep going. This has to be done. This should never be done. He's in love with you. You will never love him. You won't hurt him. He'll be hurt once again. Hectic, opposing thoughts are constantly fighting in his mind, leaving him frozen in fear and panicked. So, since he can't think straight, he does the only thing he can think of and sends a silent prayer to the gods. May they help him; help you.

Uselessly closing your eyes behind the blindfold, you gather your strength. Ivar didn't stop you. That's good. That means he wants you to do it, right? Inhaling deeply, you try to stop the shaking in your hands, and then, slightly leaning forward, you let your fingertips run over his thighs, barely touching them. You forget how to breathe and Ivar is so still, so quiet, you think he's not breathing either.

As you become bolder, you place the flat of your hands on his legs, careful not to apply any pressure. Under your palms, you can feel every bump, every scar, every broken bone. Your movements intentionally agonizingly slow, your hands move down to his protruding knee caps before finding his atrophied calves, their wasted muscles evident to the touch. You can't think how painful walking, or even just standing up, must be. The thought spreads a dull ache in your chest, but you keep your face emotionless, aware that if you can't see him, Ivar can see you. Rather than dwelling on it, you continue exploring, and when your fingers brush against the sole of one of his misshaped, scrawny feet, Ivar flinches. "Sorry," you mumble, "I didn't know you were ticklish." Since Ivar doesn't react, you're not sure he heard you and decide to slowly move your hands up his legs, placing them back on his bony thighs.

Keeping his eyes on you the whole time, Ivar struggles to breathe, his heart pounding wildly in his rib cage. He's surprised, he must say. He expected to see disgust or pity on your face, but there's none of that. Of course, he can't see your eyes, but a small smile never leaves your lips. Could it be that you're not disgusted? In any case, you don't seem troubled by what you're feeling. Maybe you're hiding it, but if so, you're hiding it well. He's also surprised because he expected to hate every moment of the process. Himself, he's all the time trying to avoid touching his legs. He hates PT sessions and doctor's appointments with a passion for a reason. But your touch is… enjoyable if he can push away all his doubts and his awful thoughts. It strikes him all of a sudden: it's probably the first time someone touches his legs for no reason at all. They were regularly massaged, checked for injuries, examined, palpated; of course, they were. But there was always a medical reason. Even when his mother touched them, it was to ease the pain. But you… you decided to touch his ugly limbs just because you wanted to. And just now, he realizes how much he missed that. Can he really miss something he's never known? He's not sure, but here he is, enjoying your featherlike touch, craving it, not wanting it to stop. Yes, he likes it; needs it. But what if, after tonight, you don't want to touch them again? He wouldn't blame you, who would want to touch such repulsive things? The thought brings bile to his throat and he knows it won't stop plaguing his mind. So he has to know, whatever it takes. Moving for the first time, he runs a trembling hand through his hair and summons all his courage.

"You… you didn't say a word." His quivering voice startles you, making your heart swell with sadness. You don't need your eyes to know that Ivar is filled with dread. The need to reassure him compels you to blindly fumble on the bed until you find his hand, which you grasp between yours. "What do you want me to say?" You ask cautiously, your thumb lightly stroking his knuckles.

You can feel Ivar stiffening, his fingernails probably bruising your palms as he lets out a shuddering breath. "I…" He stops to swallow. "The… truth, Y/N. Go ahead, speak your mind. You… you touched…" He stutters, and you're willing to bet his eyes are tightly shut, his tone giving away his level of anxiety. "… you touched them. My legs, I mean. I know… I know how they feel, ugly and disgusting… no need to sugarcoat your thoughts… I… I can handle the truth…" His voice cracks at the end, contradicting his words.

Releasing his hand, you graze his right thigh with gentle fingers. "No, Ivar", you speak softly yet firmly, "that's not how they feel, at least not to me." You know you have to be honest, you can't just say nonsensical, lovey-dovey things, he won't buy it. "I won't tell you they feel beautiful. They don't." Choosing your words carefully, you let your pointer finger follow a massive scar from his mid-thigh to his knee. "They feel different, and yes, you can feel the scars. It must have been painful, it's probably still is. But I promise you, they're not disgusting. They're your legs. They say a lot, Ivar. They're telling a story, your story. That's why I wanted to know them because as I said earlier, I want to know all about you. And they are part of you. I do think they finally deserve to be cared about, to be loved. Let me love them…" You whisper the last words, feeling vulnerable. 'Let me love you…' is what you want to add, but you know you can't, not yet, so instead you lean forward, your lips brushing and then kissing his thigh.

Something between a whine and a choked sob escapes his lips and you can hear his breath hitch as his hand gets up close to your neck. "Did I hurt you?" You ask with concern, frowning behind the blindfold.

Ivar can't help but smile, even if you can't see it. "No!" he replies quickly, his hand now on the back of your head. "I wasn't expecting that, the kiss I mean, but I… liked it." He explains shyly, surprised by his own words. "Actually, I loved it." He's not lying. He loved the kiss, he loved your words; it's as if a tremendous weight had just been lifted off of him. Part of him tells him not to believe everything you said, but he decides not to. He didn't hear any malice or mischief in your voice. He knows you were being genuine. That's why, choosing to chase the disbelief away, he decides to trust you completely. And that's why, suddenly, without warning, he pulls off the blindfold.

"What are you doing, Ivar?" You squeak, immediately closing your eyes and picking up the comforter. But as you intend to cover his legs, Ivar grabs your wrists with both hands. "Just leave it where it is." He retorts before letting out a heavy sigh. "And open your eyes."

You do as you're told, but keep your eyes on his face. There are tears in his eyes and a whirlwind of emotions. "Just look at them, Y/N." He almost commands you, but you know that's a way to hide his true feelings behind bravado.

Blinking a few times and scrunching your face, you tilt your head to the side, scrutinizing him. "Are you sure?"

Your lover just shrugs, biting his lower lip. "Will I ever be?" Taking a deep breath, he adds in a murmur. "But I trust you."

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Later that night, as you're sound asleep, your head on his chest and his arm around your waist, Ivar can't get sleep, amazed that you didn't run away. He keeps replaying what you did when you saw his legs. You had just smiled. And kissed them one more time. And then thanked him for trusting you, for allowing you to love them. Moved and overwhelmed, he could see the matching tears in your eyes, but no sadness on your face. What he saw instead was relief, and care, and… love?

Kissing your head, he mumbles. "It is I who should be thanking you. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, but whatever it was, I'm glad. If angels are real, you're mine. I won't let you go, Y/N, never ever."

"I love you…" He finally whispers, taking advantage of your slumber. Well, little does he know you're awake but staying perfectly still. You know you weren't meant to hear those three words, not yet. And it doesn't matter. You can wait. You and Ivar have a lifetime to love each other.

All of him. All of you.

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I did it again.... 😶🤫

The Tease in the Recording Studio

"Try it again, but more seductive. We're going for a sexy vibe for this song, you have to make them feel like YOU want THEM." The producer in charge of the recordings offers. "You've got this, the fans already want you. You just need to give a little extra back to them."

Bangchan runs his hands through his hair. He's been singing the same part over and over, bringing forth his most charismatic personality, but Ms. Park says it's not enough after every recording. "Alright," he sighs, "let's try it again." He puts the headphone back up to his ear but you can see he's tired and confused on what she wants from him now.

"No problem, have a quick drink and we'll roll it back and start at the beginning again." The woman watches Chan through the glass studiously, then turns to you to apologize, "I'm sorry we're taking so long Ms. Y/L/N, but the job isn't done until it's perfect. I know you've been waiting here awhile but I appreciate you being patient with us. It shouldn't take much longer."

You always liked this recording producer. She was brilliant at her job and she's also very sweet and always allowed you to sit in while recording when you got bored of waiting at home. "It's fine! I understand completely. Can I say something to him before you start again though?" You ask.

"Words of encouragement are always welcome. Go ahead!" She shows you what to press to speak to him. You wet your lips and speak clearly through the small mic. "Channie?" He straightens and smiles at your pet name before replying right away, "Its okay if you wanna wait at home sweetheart, I know it's taking me a bit to get this right but I'll be home at some point tonight, you don't have to wait for me."

"What-? I'm not going anywhere," you laugh, "I just wanted to let you know that you can do absolutely do this, I know you're tired but I also know that you've got this!! Just know I'm here to support you!" You offer up a cheesy grin and wink at him causing him to laugh as well.

"Of course I do. I'm sexy after all right? Singing seductively should come easy to me if I don't think too hard." His eyes brighten and he puts his headphones on before giving his producer a thumbs up to signal he's ready.

"Here we go again!" She says cheerfully, as you sit down on the couch to watch your boyfriend make magic happen.

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A frustrated growl leaves Chan as Ms. Park tells him to take a break. It's been over an hour and he's made no progress. He chugs his water bottle and slams it down. You don't typically see him this angry and maybe it's caused by sitting here for so long but... it's kind of hot. He only gets aggressive when you guys are intimate, becoming a whole other person it seems. You get up to go eat something with him while you all take a break.

You both sit in the small break room together as you watch him eat the small sandwich you brought him from home hours ago.

"I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong?" He complains, furiously taking a bite. "How can I not have given off the right vibe by now?" He licks his lips and you're thighs close on their own, stirring up memories of what the two of you did last night. His tongue seemed to have a map of your pussy memorized. Oh how he took you on a mind altering trip. Bending you to his will, literally.

He notices you're staring into the distance and waves a hand in front of your face, "Y/N? You okay? Maybe you should go home and go to sleep now, it's already 11:18 at night." He reaches down and puts his hand on your knee, you'd worn a cute black skirt that comes about halfway up your thighs. Thanks to his touch alone, an immediate urge woke in you and caused you to almost jolt from the contact. Apparently, your poker face needs some practice because Chan picked up on it almost instantly. His eyes dilate a bit as he watches you take your lower lip into your mouth and your breath hitches.

"Oh princess..." he coos at you teasingly, "does my little love need some special attention?" He slides his hand up from your knee to your thigh and begins to stand up and lean in slowly, almost like a predator stalking his prey. "Well, do you?" Every nerve in your body is firing off and your brain is giving you a fight or flight command, but that's what he wants right? He wants you to feel like prey, like you need to run. You wonder if you don't back off... if you were a bit disobedient, maybe this time you could take charge...how would he react?

Wouldn't hurt to find out right?

"Why does it matter? It's not like we have any time for you to do anything about it." You smirk at him, folding your arms and leaning back. His face goes slack for about .5 seconds before his eyes turns a whole new shade of brown. So dark you could be lost in them forever. "Excuse me-" he begins, teeth gritted, just as the door opens to reveal a newly energized producer.

"LETS GO PARTY PEOPLE! We need to get this done and I feel like this next take is gonna be perfect!" She's comes and goes like a hurricane leading the way to the recording room, with you and Bangchan following behind.

Once you all get to there, Chan immediately goes into the small sound proof portion to begin. However, his eyes continue to flit to you, and you can tell he's a little annoyed with being interrupted in the break room. Especially after your last comment.

Ms. Park tells him he's definitely giving off the right kind of energy atm and to keep his head space where it's currently at for the song.

And then you have a wonderful idea. Seriously, you should be an evil temptress. He nods at her but doesn't take his eyes off you for long as he starts singing. Perfect. You look at the back of his Ms. Park's head making sure she's focused on what she's doing. Before swiping your tongue slowly and suggestively over your lips, making full eye contact with Chan. He stumbles over his words, and Ms. Park sighs and asks him to start over, jokingly saying that that was just a warm up.

You smirk it feels nice to have control especially when he isn't able to do anything about it. You're almost positive that this will come back to bite you in the ass but.... it's kind of fun. So you continue. You lean forward and dig through your purse, fishing out a sucker, but as you do you begin letting your breasts tumble out as much as possible. His voice has a slight subtle change to it. And the producer claps her hands excitedly. So far so good.

You sit up and unwrap the sucker placing it in your mouth as you open your legs widely before crossing them, knowingly giving Chan a peep show. His voice is radiating through your body now causing a deep aching in your cunt. Damn was this what Ms. Park was wanting from him. You didn't know how you felt about other girls receiving this special type of feeling from him. A small sting of jealousy courses through you and though you know how deeply you've both fallen for each other. It's just a song, you tell yourself.

You decide to keep taunting him, and you finally run your tongue of over the sucker. You twist it against your lips before sucking it into your mouth, cheeks hollowing as you slowly pull it back out of your mouth smiling at him. His eyes haven't left you this whole time, and the dangerous and almost feral look he gave you was making you clench at nothing. Your pussy was already slick causing your panties to grow wet with your need. You didn't realize how much you were testing him.

He was already harder than hell but thankfully Ms. Park couldn't tell with his sweats and baggy hoodie on. He didn't know where you got this cocky and teasing attitude from but he couldn't wait to take you home and fuck it out of you. You'd never purposfully been this much of a tease before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. He takes a breath before going into his solo part in the song and in that exact moment, he knew you were going to be punished tonight.

You'd waited for his part to come up and just before it did you spread your legs to show off your soaking panties slowly slipping a hand down over yourself and rubbing gently. You were so caught up on teasing him you hadn't realized how sensitive you'd gotten. The moment you pressed onto your clit you're mouth opened a bit and you wiggle slightly at the stimulation.

And BOY does Chan notice, his hips jerk forward slightly. Chan watches as your legs close tightly around your wandering fingers, wanting so badly to to replace your fingers with his own. He's in the clear now. Finishing the song with a lusty, almost dangerous note as he sees you bring your fingers up to your lips and suck your own juices off of them with a minx-like grin. You pull your skirt back into place and pop the sucker back into your mouth.

"THAT WAS IT! THAT WAS AMAZING! It's exactly what we needed! We are DONE!" Ms. Park yells whilst jumping up and down. She turns to you and thanks you for your support. "I don't know WHAT you did on lunch to help him get the right mood but whatever it was we might have to have you in here more often!" She laughs. You all gather your stuff and part ways once you get out of the building.

Chan wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in tightly before leaning down, voice rumbling in your ear, "you have awakened a whole new side of me I hope you know that."

You look up at him with the biggest most innocent grin you can muster, the friction of your thighs rubbing together and the meaning behind his words and tone setting your stomach alight with a monstrous sexual hunger. The walk home was difficult for many reasons and at least one of them was because Chan had slipped his hand under your top, fingers brushing your bare skin and adding to the discord of tingles you already had.

"Who would've known you could be such a brat," he says as you both make it to your apartment. He opens the door and let's you walk in first slapping you on the ass and causing you to squeak out in surprise. He enters behind you and locks the door before quickly grabbing your hand and pinning you against the wall. Your lips meet and you can taste his need, the pure desire to ruin you tonight. His hand sneaks into your skirt and panties feeling how wet you were for him. You moan at the contact, your body almost crumbling in on yourself. "Chan" you manage say. "Babygirl- you have a three second head start." He tells you voice coated with a dominant and feral tone as he removes his hand from your warm sheath and licks his fingers clean. "1.......2...." and before he could get to three you bolt for the bedroom, the immense need to run taking over. You haven't even made it 5 feet away before you hear him say three. Before his foot steps are sounding behind you. And all you can think is.

It's going to be a long night.

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