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centuryofdean · 4 years

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Of Food and Comfort - Part 3

Author Disclaimer:: Marvel and its characters are not mine. I take no credit. Instead I claim the maybe not so great plot, writing and characteristics of the reader insert character. I am not a die hard Marvel fan, I haven’t read all the comics, but have watched the movies. I may get some things wrong, so please don’t hate me. I also have been incorporating Old Norse as terms of endearment.

Summary:: You worked for Tony Stark as a…mechanic of sorts. Anything around the Avengers compound that needed a technicians touch, you handled. With working and living there, you had grown to be friendly with the super heroes. Of course you had grown to have feelings for one of them. The muscled Thunder God to be exact.

Rated:: M for Mature. Please do not read this story unless you are 18+. At this point in the story there isn’t much, but later on the M rating will come into effect.

Warnings:: Language and Scenes of Sexual Nature

Pairing:: Thor x Reader

Christmas was looming up faster than you were expecting. You made it a point to get everyone on base a gift, even if it was something small. Though, what do you get super heroes, who have anything they could want because of Tony Stark? What do you even get Tony Stark?

You had made plans with Wanda to go shopping in town for gifts. Liam tried to tag along, but you refused and insisted it was a girl’s trip.

That was the plan anyway.

Vision invited Wanda to go see some of the Christmas lights out in the suburbs and the woman could hardly turn him down. She had been harboring feelings for him for ages, you would feel guilty to deny her that.

So, as you were getting your coat on to head out, Thor invited himself along. And you could hardly turn him down.

Ever since that night Liam came over for dinner, Thor stuck around. It had been a couple weeks, but he seemed to be more interested in spending time with you than before. This isn’t something you were complaining about, but just confused—why the turn around?

Liam had popped by the base a few times since Thanksgiving. He had also pointed out that Thor was very touchy-feely with you—and he didn’t like it. When he first brought it up, you tried to think if it were true. As far as you could remember since the beginning of your friendship with Thor there had always been hugs, soft touches of the shoulder and even sitting side by side on the couch. Neither you nor Thor were doing anything different than normal from what you could tell. It actually seemed like anytime Liam came around Thor would suddenly make himself scarce. You assured Liam that the God was no more than a friend—even if deep down you wish it were a lie.

Thor was just amazed a Midgardian could lift his hammer. Your almost boyfriend still made it known he didn’t like you spending time with the blonde hero. Tough luck though, because he was your friend and you wouldn’t lose your mind over a man you had only been seeing for two months.

“Do you celebrate Christmas in Asgard,” you asked. Thor had promised you to go to the mystical realm as a reward for lifting his hammer. Though he might have forgotten by now. You had drank so much that night, you thought it a dream until Sam said something about it the next day.

Thor maneuvered out of the car from the passenger seat to meet you in the snow-covered parking lot.

“We celebrate Yuletide, which from my understanding is similar. Time for family and friends, enjoy the company of others. Be thankful and grateful for those around you,” he rumbled softly.

“Well do you exchange gifts?”

His brow furrowed, “No. Children sometimes receive gifts, if they prepare an offering.”

You were about to inquire about the offering, when the snow and ice below took your gravity. Thankfully Thor was there to grasp your arm to prevent the fall. Once you were righted, he kept his arm around your back to guide your way.

The heat filled your cheeks at the intimacy. The comforting warmth of his arm wrapped around your shoulders was very welcome. This man was nearly everything you could have dreamed of and more. “Well,” you cleared your throat, “I am getting gifts for our friends. That is what we are shopping for.”

Inside the large mall it was easy to be looked over. Yes, Thor got a few glances and you could see some people snapping a picture or two on their smart phones. Oh well, it was bound to happen even if he wasn’t an Avenger—the man was gorgeous.

You pulled out your small notepad with a list of names. It took a few scribbles and ideas, but there was something for everyone on your list. Except Thor. Next to his name was blank space, because you couldn’t think of what to get him. Shortly after you made the list, you became inspired to knit him a sweater. Knitting was not the best skill you possessed, but you could make things at least. The man loved sweaters for whatever reason, so making one would be the kindest gift to give. If worse came to worse and the sweater turned out like shit, you could buy one.

The trip was a little lengthy but enjoyable. Thor reached on high shelves for you, carried your bags and somewhat kept you out of harm’s way from the crazy shoppers. He even decided he wanted to get gifts for the others as well. The gifts he got were a little odd in choice.

For Tony he grabbed a pair of sunglasses. Natasha is going to get a pair of fuzzy socks. Steve will open a box of chocolates. The list went on. You tried to snoop but was unsuccessful in finding out what you would be receiving from him. If he bought it today, you didn’t see it. Honestly you would be lucky to receive anything from Thor at all.

At the end of the trip you had to go through the food court. The soft pretzels smelled appetizing and looked better than ever before as you passed by. Just as you were shaking your head at yourself in annoyance, Thor chuckled and gestured you to stop. “Did you want to get a pretzel schat,” he asked.

“It’s okay, there is plenty of food at the base. I don’t need—”

Thor cut you off, placing a free hand on your shoulder, “Nonsense. Let us get some.”

“Thor,” you laughed when he started to walk towards the pretzel stand. He had at least four bags on his right wrist and three more bags in his rand hand. “Those pretzels are huge; I won’t eat dinner tonight if I have one!”

After he paid for the pretzels and some dipping cheese, you both continued on your way out to the parking lot. It would be easier to eat in the car instead of sitting at a table and get stopped by other people asking for autographs or to take pictures with Thor. At least seven people had stopped him while shopping.

“I can’t eat all of this,” you moaned regretfully while savoring the beautiful taste of the salted pretzel and nacho cheese. “I will gain three pounds alone from this whole pretzel.”

Thor had already finished his, smirking at you as you ate yours. “You shouldn’t worry about weight schat,” he smiled, “you are very tiny as it is.”

You were ready to tell him about carbs and how this whole pretzel would be terrible to eat on top of everything else for the day when you paused. “You keep calling me that,” you mused. “What does it mean?”

He turned his gaze to the windshield, sighing softly when he did so. “In a way it is a compliment, it means you are the type of person who is a rarity, a very good person,” he said. A little confused, you wordlessly offered him the rest of your pretzel. Maybe you would do some Googling later.

On the way back to the base you received a call from Liam. He wanted to have you come stay the night with him. It wasn’t something that you two had done before. Ultimately you gently refused since the roads weren’t the best, and you just left the city. Feeling bad, you found yourself inviting him over, hoping he would refuse due to the weather or being uncomfortable at the base. You cringed when he agreed.

“If you do not like the mortal, why do you continue to see him,” Thor murmured softly when you came to a stop in the garage. The way he said mortal almost brought you up short. You were a mortal after all.

Stunned, you replied, “I do like Liam. I just… don’t like how pushy he is sometimes.”

“I know he does not enjoy my company,” Thor muttered, “he does not agree with our friendship.”

“That is where I draw the line. I won’t be with someone who can’t accept my friends. So do not fear big guy, I’m not kicking you to the curb yet,” you offered a small smile while getting out. “But if you don’t carry all these bags, I am reevaluating our friendship for sure.”

The both of you were holed up in your room for little over an hour while wrapping gifts. Thor was terrible at it. More times than not, the paper ripped when he folded it, or he would try to wrap the paper around the gift like a crumbled ball. You took the time to wrap for him, but he would forget the receivers name after it was wrapped. This resulted in unwrapping a few gifts and rewrapping them.

All too soon your door opened, revealing Liam. He looked less than happy to find Thor lounged on the couch in your room, you next to him trying to show him how to wrap a gift. Thor stood slowly and excused himself from the room. It was off-putting how he just up and left. He didn’t even take the gifts he bought to put under the tree. You huffed and finished wrapping the gift. Thankfully it was the last of his and you could put them under the tree for him after you finished your own.

“Hey babe,” you smiled, “just finishing wrapping presents for everyone.”

He looked around your room, this being the second time he had ever been in it. There were shopping bags and wrapping paper everywhere. It was a mess. “I’ll be done in about twenty minutes,” you replied, “and we can grab some snacks and come back and watch movies.”

Grabbing snacks and watching movies turned into you sprawled on the couch underneath a panting Liam and his hands crawled up your waist.

Even if things were questionable with Liam, you could still get carried away.

Your hips were grinding against his softly, the evidence of his excitement pressed pleasurably to your core. Each little thrust of your hips up to his caused a small spark of heat in the pit of your stomach and a rush of wetness to pool between your thighs. After little effort your shirt was gone, and you crashed your lips back to his. Everything was getting too hot, causing a sheen layer of sweat to coat your skin. It continued for a while, the skin of your stomach and chest pressing up against Liam’s hot skin, your hands running up and down his back. It was great, until he tried to remove your bra, and you started to clam up and put a hand to his bare chest.

“I’m sorry, but I want to wait—” you started only to be cut off.

“What, until we are an ‘official’ couple? That’s the stupidest thing I have ever heard, you know that right?”

“Ugh really Liam,” you huffed and grabbed your shirt from the back of the couch. You had a small conversation with him a week ago about your status as a couple. You didn’t tell him you wanted to be together exactly but made a light comment about how you weren’t really his girlfriend, and really you weren’t. Neither of you had any conversation about becoming official, but he still didn’t even ask you then when you brought it up. You would think if he was jealous over your time spent with Thor, he would want to make you his girlfriend. Instead you told him about your whole ‘know a guy for three months’ rule you made yourself.

Sliding out from under him, you slipped it back on and zipped and buttoned your pants he undid. “Why do you have to be so difficult when I said I want to wait? It isn’t like I’m asking you to wait until marriage or some shit. It’s just a little while longer. I’m not ready yet.”

His face was hard and annoyed, sitting on your couch pissed.

“It’s frustrating,” he whispered. “You walk into my shop, gorgeous and wielding air and oil filters and I couldn’t help but want you. It feels like you’re trying to make sure that no one else wants you before you agree to be with me.”

“That’s not it at all,” you whispered. As you sat next to him, you grasped his hand and squeezed. “I just found through dating a guy for a while shows me what kind of man he is. I like to know what kind of man I’m letting in my pants.”

Liam and you cuddled on the couch with your clothes on for the rest of the night. When you both were ready to settle in for the night, he pulled off his shirt and pants to slid into your bed in just his boxer briefs. The image was more than enough to make you squirm and wonder if waiting longer would be possible.

You were a woman after all, you had needs; plus earlier he was grinding into you so well you had gotten incredibly wet and horny.

After a quick trip to your in-suite bathroom you were able to take a few calming breaths and set yourself straight. If Liam is worth it, he will wait for you to be ready to take that step with him. Even if you had needs you wouldn’t make a decision you were going to regret later.

It was one night of cuddling, what could go wrong?

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kookiepleasee · 5 years

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Distracted.

Pairing: Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Genre: Yandere growth, stalker behavior

Summary: Your voice distracts Taehyung from class, and it was enough for him to spiral.

Taehyung scribbled on his notebook, trying his hardest not to slow down any further. The professor was talking in rapid speed and the slides displayed on the wall were being clicked next one after another. He hated being rushed during important lectures such as this one, but he couldn’t do anything about it as he gripped onto his pencil tighter hoping it’d change his writing pace.

Kim Taehyung was never one to be distracted in class. His peers enjoyed watching the boy stress as he couldn’t finish his notes before the next topic was discussed in his younger days. Even now, in his college days, Taehyung could easily become worked up if he didn’t write down his thoughts fully before his professor changed the slide. He keeps it to himself though, not wanting to cause a scene in front of his classmates. Taehyung hated he had to get everything right, or his whole world would come crashing down. He couldn’t accept mediocre scores.

“Now, onto Sigmund Freud. Can anyone tell me anything about him?” The professor asked aloud. Taehyung praised the gods when his professor didn’t change the slide onto the next one. He disregarded the question already knowing that Freud was the sole reason Psychology has so many misconceptions. He finished the last note on the slide, putting his pencil down to relax his fingers.

“Well, he thought we were all sex driven robots.” A student snickered throughout the room, causing for the rest of the class to giggle at his lewd language.

“You, my sir, are not wrong.” The professor laughed at the students joke before continuing on. “Anyone else?”

“Psychoanalysis.” Taehyung raised his head due to the surprisingly calm voice. It was feminine; sweet.

“And what about it?” The professor urged on the student, hoping to get more information out of the girl.

“He created the concept of a patient speaking to a psychoanalyst for treatment; a clinical method.” She continued speaking, making Taehyung desperately search through the spacious lecture hall.

“Yes! See, he did something right.” Taehyung’s professor mentions, pressing his clicker to go onto the next slide. Taehyung picked up his pencil again, prepared to jot down his notes.

“What’s your name again, miss?” The professor turned back around and pointed at the person. Taehyung followed his line of sight, landing on the girl who sat a row in front of him.

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” There was that voice again, so leveled and gracious. Taehyung tilted his head in curiosity, repeating the name one more time in his mind. He blinked away his thoughts, returning his focus on his notebook.

•

Class had ended, and Taehyung remained in his seat. He was trying to finish up the notes the professor had just thrown right before class ended.

Taehyung’s peripheral vision caught the girl stand. His eyes shot up, observing her every move as she zipped up her bag and collected her phone from the table.

Taehyung didn’t lose focus on the girl. He scrutinized her every move as she waited for others to pass her before going up the stairs herself. The girl was nothing what he had expected.

She was so ethereal.

•

Taehyung relaxed his hand again, letting the pencil rest atop his lined paper. He hadn’t finished his notes, but he had to take another look.

Y/N.. what a lovely name.

And truly, it was a lovely name. Taehyung found it so endearing that he wrote it down in the top right corner of his notebook.

•

“Alright, until next class.” The professor’s clapped his hands together as his voice boomed throughout the lecture hall. Taehyung jumped in surprise, dropping his pencil in the process. How was it the end of class? It seemed as if five minutes had only just passed. Taehyung looked up to see the herd of students leaving the classroom, and proceeds to look down to his notes-

He didn’t take notes. Taehyung freaked out as the girls name was etched throughout the page. There were small ‘Y/N’s’, big ‘Y/N’s’, cursive ‘Y/N’s’. He littered his page with the thought of her, and it’s only been two weeks that he’s known her name.

How the hell was he supposed to study now? Taehyung mentally beats himself up for being so distracted. He feels an unsettling weight coat his body as he remained seated, overlooking the lecture hall.

He’s doomed; going to fail the class.

“Hi, I’m pretty sure you dropped this.” Taehyung’s head shot up, taken aback by the beautiful girl holding a pencil; his pencil.

“O-oh.” He slams his notebook closed, hoping she hadn’t seen her name scribbled with his handwriting.

“Y-yeah, that’s mine. Thanks.” He stutters through his words, and reluctantly grabbed the pencil from the girl. He wrapped his fingers around the small object, relishing in the moment as his finger brushed against her hand. It seemed time had gone by faster than it should have as she dropped her empty hand.

“No problem. I know how it feels to lose the only pencil you have, it’s devastating.” She smiled, the kind of smile that made her teeth show and her eyes squint.

“You’re Y/N, right?” God, he probably sounded like some freak. “You answered the Freud question a few weeks ago.” Now he sounded like a fucking weirdo. He cringed at his words, hoping she couldn’t see his embarrassment.

“Yeah! That’s like the only thing I know about the dude other than he ruined the name of Psychology...” The girl stood beside him as Taehyung tries his hardest to calm himself down. He packed his books, nodding along with her words, mesmerized by her voice.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way.” He finally introduced himself, noticing that they were the only people in the lecture hall.

He could do so many things to her right now.

“Well Taehyung, I have to get going to my next class. See you around!” She waves her hand, walking out of the room.

“Yeah.. see you around.” Taehyung is then left to himself.

He looks around the empty space. His breathing is surprisingly calm by then. Taehyung hunches over the notebook, flipping open the page with the art he created. He traces his finger over the writing.

She said his name so carefully. The way his name rolled off of her tongue was so gracious he could hear her speak his birth name all day.

His perched elbow supported his head as he took the pencil she held. He holds it tight, not caring about his unwritten notes anymore.

•

Taehyung was still surprised at himself for having a full fledge conversation with Y/N. It’s hard to admit but he recounted the shared words over and over at night as he laid in bed multiple times throughout the week. He craved to hear her heavenly voice again.

He slowly didn’t care for the slides displayed on the wall anymore. He wasn’t failing the class, yet. He could manage the tests without paying much attention, but it wouldn’t give him the best grade. Taehyung didn’t mind the mediocre scores though, knowing one class won’t decide if he’ll continue onto graduate school or not.

He plays with the pencil which Y/N blessed with her touch with his hand, swirling it around with his fingers. He stared at Y/N, watching her eyes follow the professor’s as he spoke. Her neighboring peer touched her shoulder, whispering to her as they point at their notebook.

Y/N nodded at the peer, pushing her own notebook towards them. Taehyung could hear the quiet ‘thanks’ leave the peers mouth, scribbling down Y/N’s notes.

•

He couldn’t muster up the courage to speak to Y/N again, afraid that he’d fuck up such a transformative moment. Taehyung would just watch her. Every time she’d answer a question, he’d focus on her, ingraining every syllable into his brain.

Sometimes he’d write down her answer, rereading it in his head at home as he pretended he was in class again, listening to her beautiful voice.

•

Was it illegal? Watching someone from afar, mentally taking notes of their behavior? Taehyung was doing nothing wrong, right? He was just observing; enjoying the view.

She had a few friends, but not enough to get in between her and Taehyung. She takes advantage of the library, her nose in a textbook as she types onto her computer. She leads a simple life; minimalistic. Taehyung admires the lifestyle. Unlike her, Taehyung was materialistic. Name brands was all he knew while growing up. Having the finest clothes and dining in five star restaurants became normal for the boy. College life humbled him a bit though. He could care less about his next PR package from Louis Vuitton when all he could care about was the analysis paper due in two days.

Nonetheless, Taehyung could always teach his ways to her. He could fly her out to Paris, exposing her to the lavish lifestyle his parent’s gave him. He just had to wait for the right moment.

•

Months had gone by, and never once a man like him spoke to Y/N, his Y/N. Taehyung’s done his research: Jeon Jeongguk. Two years younger than him and much leaner.

He wished for his death every time the young boy would pat her shoulder, or move strands away from her eyes. That was supposed to be Taehyung, caring for his girl.

His academics had gone to shit, and his mother had scolded him over the phone, but how could he focus on his papers when someone else was trying to steal his girl away.

It wasn’t fair. Taehyung had set his sights on her first, and he will have her first.

•

Taehyung hastily wiped the bloody knife with his Armani t-shirt, collecting the black trash bags littered across the motel room he’d rented for the night. He’s disappointed that there would be a possibility that the inside of his luxury car would be stained, but he was doing this for both her and Taehyung’s own good.

Taehyung should’ve done some research, but all he knew was to go for the throat and everything would go smoothly, which it did. He wished he could’ve switched his clothes for cheaper ones though, but there was no time for him to regret his fashion choices.

He would’ve thought he would be traumatized from the whole ordeal, but Taehyung felt better than ever that Jeongguk will no longer be able to touch his Y/N.

It was easier than he thought, and found some thrill to the activity.

•

He drove the car through the empty highway, mindlessly listening to the quiet songs playing on the radio. Soon, he will finally come home to Y/N. He always stood outside her window at night, watching her sleeping form through the sliver of space between the curtain and window.

He’s risked it once before, sliding open the unlocked window and quietly throwing one leg over the ledge, and climbing inside the bedroom. His adrenaline had shot up by one hundred percent and his heart pounded in his chest. Soft snores had left Y/N’s mouth as one leg was thrown over the comforter. He carefully walked toward the girl, reaching down to feel her smooth skin. Her arm had gained goosebumps after his touch, but she didn’t stir. He continued his actions throughout the night, watching the beautiful scene in front of him.

He decided he’ll try again tonight. Maybe even try to take something of hers to have her scent with him at all times. Taehyung smiled at the thought of having something so delicate that belonged to her in his grasp.

Before he could do anything else though, he had to take out the trash that was starting to smell in his car.

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baekhyuns-abs · 5 years

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bias tag

I was tagged by this loyal bean @vampwrrr love you hun xo who is my bias? (if you have to ask)

and sehun and chanyeol and yixing let me live What made you notice him and what do you love about him? and the other three so I listened to Exo before I watched them but Baekhyun’s voice 100% made my vagina quake and my heart burst so I decided then it was time to look at they faces. while i was trying to wrap my head around Exo K and M during the mama days I discovered this gif and my vagina quaked some more so that was that, I was sold, I was his and he was mine.

It grew during Growl because I noticed how smol he was and his voice in baby don’t cry oMG and then that performance of it omg i love his voice, I love his voice so much uGH And their interview on Weekly Idol when he did his aegyo he made me cringe but i loved him. AND then showtime was a thing and we really, like really saw how annoying he was but at the same time just so lovable and adorable. The haunted house my god. He keeps me on my toes whenever I watch him perform and do interviews because he’s a wild child and I love that about him, how he can just be a jumping adult man with the energy and mentality of a 6 year old but the next minute be serious, down to earth - I just love that in him. He smiles no matter what, he takes a lot of shit (as the rest of them) but hes loyal to his members, he’s loyal to the fans.

okay so if we talking OT12 it was the same with Yifan, he was the tallest, he looked like he could fuck me up in a minute and i was down. ~ Sehun came for me during the i c o n i c mama awards of 2013. If you need a reminder of his soul sucking look, here. I was so so S O ruined by this look, the suit, this performance, h i m. Like yes give me the maknae.

I stuck around the Sehun train because he was the youngest and the most endearing. He’s cheeky as hell but I love it makes me want to do things to make him shut up but however. He’s a brilliant dancer and we have seen him grow, we’ve seen his talent just take off from era to era and his hardwork and dedication just inspires me and just makes me love him more for all he does. For all his hair colours that he just seems to own for all the bitch faces that just do things to me and the memes

Chanyeol (recently beefyeol) had always tried to worm his way into my life like if you bias Baekhyun you gotta bias Chanyeol right??? but i was being stubborn but thEN... Call me baby. i WAS SHOOK, i gave up and let him in LOOK AT THAT

Ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears I will love them forever and ever. He’s tall as hell so that makes my imagination do things, the type of things that would make a mind reader pray for forgiveness. His voice was always always something that lured me to my grave and if it’s not just his rapping, he actually talks like that too oh my. His singing too holy jesus his singing just oh oops where did my underwear go??? I love how he sings more on the new albums like hes gaining confidence with it like l o v e that. His laugh that contorts his face is the best, I love seeing him so carefree and happy. This boy deserves nothing but the best of cuddles.

*inhale* *closes eyes* *exhale* y i x i n g unfollow me if youre an OT8 blog right now not even kidding gfto I love this boy so so so so much. Yixing was always a member I had a soft spot for, he’s the sweetest, - fucking sexy omfg- we both libra babies, and he talented as hell and hes just my lil chinese boo since Yifan abandoned me. But he was never a bias, he was someone I just loved and appreciated for sticking with Exo, sticking with ShittyM Ent like his loyalty just made me love him so much. He’s got such a soft voice that is so under appreciated and his dancing like wOW his dancing. Since he’s been away doing his own thing, doing his thing in china and in the western industry my heart has just been bleeding for him. The hate he receives and the distrust some ‘fans’ have for him have made me feel super super super protective over this sheep and in turn it’s made me form an emotional attachment whoops. DID YOU SEE HIM AT THE GRAMMYS OMF MY HEART

Who would initiate skinship more: I feel like i turned this question into how we would initiate sex not sorry With all of them I think it would be them, bc I’m not the most forward unless I wanna fuck hello or I’m in a relo with you then you’re mine to touch idc. I’ve been told I’m intimidating a scorpio rising thing so maybe none of them would?? I’m unsure Baekhyun and Chanyeol are equally loving and giving people and would just love to be touching someone they were attracted to in one way or another and tbh I’m fine with that. And tbh once you touch me i’m yours. Sehun, someone who would be very reserved at first due to his desire to seem cold, aloof and detached because he would want to be the ‘masculine’ male in a relo so would hesitate in skinship. So it would likely be me to be like ‘hey yes I’m sexually and emotionally available at your earliest convenience’. I seduce with my words and eyes, not my touch so he would have to touch me first in order for anything to take place Yixing, a fellow libra I feel like we would be the same in terms of skinship and seducing, words and eye contact until the tension is higher than the empire state building and at that point it could be either of us. Who would hog the covers more? In winter, me. Summer, anyone else. I hate the heat. Who would be the clingiest? mtl in my opinion Baekhyun Sehun Chanyeol Yixing 100% okay with any of them Who would say I love you first? I’ve never said it first in my past 2 relos so I’m going to say that they all would have to say it first. Yixing I think would have the most confidence in saying it even if he was first. Baekhyun would be nervous I think and would see if I would say it first but he wouldn’t wait too long to say it (partly because he’s impatient and too excited with the prospect) and he would have to say because he can’t contain himself. Chanyeol would say it on accident in the middle of something, whether that be sex, we’re playing a game, or just having a laugh, he would blurt it out, similarly to the oh shit. But he wouldn’t regret it. Sehun is hard i think. I’m unsure what would happen there because I feel like we’re both stubborn so it would happen maybe drunkenly and then forcibly and awkwardly spoken about the next day with a smile.But if it was a drunken blurt it would be me to say it first in this instance because all my emotions come out when I’m drunk. I’m not an emotional drunk but I’m more free in my expressiveness when I’m drunk who would be more easily flustered:

Chanyeol hands down because I think me being me would easily get him blushing not because he’s innocent in anyway oh no but I just think I would surprise him with what goes on in my head and so on and so forth.

Baekhyun and Sehun would be surprised with what I come out with sometimes but I think (??) they would recover easily.

Yixing is a hard one, I’m not sure what he would do other than get giggly what cuddling position would you two have: I would be the big spoon for Baekhyun any day of the week. I like the thought of us sitting down and him leaning back on my shoulder not my chest my boobs are to big for that shit unless he wanted to put his face in there then be my guest.

Chanyeol can lie on me, he can crush me I live for that, watching TV and him just on top of me his head on my upper chest and then falling asleep oh yes.

Sehun the shit I would just love to straddle his thighs while he’s minding his own business and take him by surprise and just wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull his head down under my chin fuck yes

Yixing the classic american movie tucked into his side with his arm draped across my shoulders as we’re watching TV, give me husband Yixing now.

which colors remind you of him:

Baekhyun: cool tone reds, ice blue and baby pink Chanyeol: warm tone reds, bright pink, bronze

Sehun: pinks, yellow, silver and white

Yixing: baby blue, gold, plaid which season would you like to spend with them: Winter: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Sehun, Yixing. Autumn: Yixing, Sehun, Chanyeol, Baekhyun Spring: Chanyeol, Yixing, Baekhyun, Sehun Summer: Sehun, Baekhyun, Yixing, Chanyeol who would bake the cookies who would steal the batter: Me and Yixing would bake, Sehun would steal the batter, Chanyeol would be trying to help but just getting in the way and Baekhyun would be doing all three. I feel like this was SO LONG. Thanks for the tag xoxo

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Blake furrowed her brows, looking between the diagram in the book and what she’d assembled on the floor of her room. Earlier in the day, she’d found a strange book among the shelves at the library and became interested, mainly because it was written in the old Faunus language. Then Sun had come over- insisting it was a book of witchcraft, that she shouldn’t even be touching it, quiet nearly getting them thrown out in the process- and while she fully believed he sincerely thought it was just that, she couldn’t take the suggestion seriously.

Really, witchcraft? Symbols and random ingredients in a bowl to cast spells? Come on. She might be a fan of some... questionable reading material that she kept well out of sight from her parents, but even she knew the difference between reality and fiction. The idea of being able to wield the elements or make someone she didn’t like fall flat on their face sounded like a stellar plot device, the whole ‘with great power comes great responsibility’ and so on, but in practicality would be ridiculous, and pretending it held any merit would only feed Sun’s paranoia regarding the subject.

So, she’d done the sensible thing and attempted to check the book out, though it didn’t have any sort of barcode and the staff didn’t recognize it. Thankfully, they knew her well enough to trust her with the book, as long as she promised to bring it back in the event the rightful owner returned for it. Sun had gone just a little crazy after that, insisting he’d rather walk than actually be near the thing, and she’d driven herself straight home to try casting one of the spells within.

After all, if she tried a spell, and it didn’t work, wouldn’t that prove that her best friend’s fears were entirely unfounded?

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief and clearing her throat. “But... here it goes.”

Blake began to read the paragraph beneath the diagram, the archaic words sounding at once foreign and welcomed to her ears. Honestly, she’d always had a bit of an interest in ancient Fauni as a language, so even if she thought this whole thing was a waste of time, at least she had a book obviously written millennia ago, when the language was alive and thriving.

Once done with the ‘incantation’, she snapped the book shut and looked at the nameless cover, with only an eight pointed snowflake to adorn it.

“Well, glad I wasted my time with that.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call it a waste of time.” A voice came from behind her, startling her so bad she dropped the book and jumped to the other side of the room, whipping around to press her back against the wall. “A jumpy one, aren’t you, little witch?”

There, standing in her room, was a woman just a little shorter than her, with a great curved horn sweeping back over top her head, its twin oddly broken and jagged, just an inch long, with a luminescent scar leading down to streak across her left eye. Pure white hair- white as snow- pulled back into an off center ponytail, piercing blue eyes, and a little smirk that showed off sharp teeth- fangs, more like. Her entire outfit was white, making her eyes and the scar pop out all the more against pale skin, and a thin, spaded tail curled behind her, flicking lightly at the hem of her white skirt.

“Holy shit...” The words left her mouth in a soft whisper, heart hammering in her chest. “What are you?”

“The naivety is adorable, I’ll admit; you know what I am.” The woman took a step forward, her tail flicking as a smug smirk came to her lips. “But I’ll humor you. I’m a demon, little witch. The very one you summoned.”

Instantly, a war raged within her mind: her sense versus her senses. Because, rationally, she knew no such thing as demons existed, at least not in the literal sense. However... she couldn’t deny that the woman literally materialized behind her, that she was moving soundlessly around Blake’s bedroom, that her tail looked like no Faunus trait she’d ever seen.

“You’re... a demon- I summoned a demon?”

Blue eyes flashed over to her, pulled away from a photo on her wall of her family. “I’m sorry. Are you genuinely asking me to repeat what I just said or is this your first summoning?”

“... both?” She blinked rapidly, trying to wrap her mind around the situation before her. “I’m just- I’m a little confused here.”

“Alright, little witch, what did you honestly expect?”

“Not this!” Blake shook her head. “I didn’t mean for this to happen! It’s- it’s an accident!”

“Wait, are you- you’re telling me...” The woman looked at her then like she was the absolute dumbest person on the face of Remnant. “How do you accidentally summon a demon? You literally said the words ‘I invoke you, demon, to appear before me’ and you didn’t mean for that to happen?”

“No!” She spread her hands in absolute helplessness. “I- I didn’t think it would work! Witchcraft isn’t real, demons aren’t real, you are not real!”

With a sigh, she raised a hand and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the entire room melted away, replaced by-

“What... did you... just do...” Blake pressed back, no longer against the wall of her room but rather the side of an air conditioning unit on the edge of a skyscraper’s roof in some big city she’d never been to, the wind blowing across her face all too real for her to deny. “Where are we?”

“That’s a wonderful question; this was the King’s castle the last time I walked Remnant, but I suppose that’s changed in recent years. Pity.” The woman- demon, rather, since this was really hard to explain away- leaned over the side and hummed. “I think the lights are pretty, though. Very... lively.” With another snap of her fingers, they were back in Blake’s room, and she slid down the wall to sit on the floor while gulping down huge breaths, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. “Oh, I probably should’ve asked beforehand if you have an issue with heights.”

“Honestly, I don’t have a problem with heights; I have a problem with being teleported without consent.” Blake stopped, running a hand over her face. “I just said that. Those words just left my mouth in all seriousness.”

“Well, they did, I’m real, that was real, this is real, because you summoned a demon.” Said demon walked over, crouching down and extending a hand. “My name is Weiss. What is yours, little witch?”

“Blake.” Tentatively, she reached out and took her hand, surprised at how cool it was. Not clammy, not icy, just... cool. “So... what... what happens now?”

Weiss sighed, taking her hand back and tilting her head. “I didn’t think I’d ever have to explain this to someone, but here’s the basic gist of it.” She put a hand to her chest. “I’m a very specific type of demon- one of pride. When I am summoned, I’m bound to the one who summons me, to serve their pride until I’m dismissed.”

“So I can dismiss you? Just- just send you away?” At this point, a nice, easy out would be a blessing, and she would never criticize Sun’s reactions towards anything ever again.

“It’s... well, you could.” The demon sighed, looking away for a moment. “It wouldn’t be ideal for me but I suppose that’s not really your concern.”

She should’ve pressed the point but her curiosity nipped at her, and the genuinely forlorn expression on the demon’s face pulled at her. “What do you mean?”

“I... really didn’t want to do this, but it’s the easiest manner of explaining the situation.” With that, she snapped her fingers again and... disappeared. “Now you see my issue?”

“See your issue? I don’t even see you!” Maybe... maybe she was imagining all this? Perhaps she didn’t even remember laying down for a nap and did, and this was all a dream. A hyper realistic dream, but nothing more than the product of her imagination. It would certainly explain why she’d conjured such an... unexpectedly attractive demon rather than what the movies usually depicted.

“Look down.” Lowering her gaze, Blake’s brows rose as she found the demon standing before her... except only four inches tall. “Excellent. You see how big I am, yes?”

“Well... that isn’t the exact word I’d use-”

“Spare me the teasing.” The demon frowned up at her, a cute expression made downright endearing due to her size. “The size you saw me before? That’s how I should look.”

“Then... why are you-”

“I told you, the last time I had a summoner to serve was many years ago, likely centuries. I’ve been, well, starved.” She shrugged, gesturing down at herself. “I feed off the pride my summoner takes in their actions. I assist them in accomplishing their goals to increase that pride. But without someone to serve, I’ve been... diminishing. A few more decades, and I’ll cease to exist.”

Blake shifted, lowering a hand so the demon could step into it, then lifting her up so they could more or less look each other in the eye while she leaned back against the wall. “So... if I dismiss you... it’s like sending a starving person out into the cold without food.”

“More of a desert but, essentially, yes.”

“Okay, but, making a deal with demons- that’s, well, a pretty... uh, ‘frowned upon’ is putting it lightly.” Blake cringed. “Don’t I have to sell my soul to you or something?”

“We could go that route, but I’d rather not.” Weiss made a dismissive motion with her hands. “See, all demon interaction is based around the idea of a deal- one thing in exchange for another. For me, I prefer to offer my summoner portions of my power to help them succeed. In exchange, I can feed off their pride. That’s enough of a deal to satisfy demon law.”

“Demon law- you have laws?”

“Don’t tell me you thought bureaucracy was a heavenly invention.”

“You got me there.” She sighed, leaning her head back until it hit the wall and closing her eyes. “So... what sort of things would I have to do? To... feed you?”

“What do you take pride in? What makes you proud?”

“I... don’t know.” Blake shrugged. “I mean... I’m proud that I make my parents happy? That... I get good grades? I got in on a full ride scholarship for poli-sci?”

“Why does it sound like you don’t really know what makes you proud?”

“I... kinda always thought I was a pretty humble person!” She looked at the demon in her hand, amber eyes flicking over her form. “I mean, I try not to be arrogant or prideful, so it’s... a bit of a left field question?”

“Of course I’m summoned by an altruist.” With a sigh, Weiss crossed her arms over her chest. “Well... do you want better grades?”

“I’m not going to cheat.”

“It’s not technically cheating.”

“If you have to use the word ‘technically’, it’s not a good defense.”

“I thought you were studying political science, not law.” The demon threw her arms out. “Well, do you have any hobbies? Friends you’d like to impress? A girlfriend, boyfriend, a harem of thirsty lovers dying for a taste of you?”

“What sort of people have you met to where that is a sensible way to phrase a question?” Blake drew back in a mix of confusion and shock.

“The sort of people who summon a demon in the first place.”

Okay, she should’ve seen that answer coming. “Look, I’m single, I’m proud of the relationships I have with my friends because I don’t have to impress them, and I don’t really have hobbies. I... don’t exactly have the time.” She sighed. “Honestly, I feel like there aren’t enough hours in the day-”

“I can fix that,” Weiss said eagerly. “Time distortion is nothing to me. Would it make you feel more proud if you got your homework done in less time? Because I could absolutely do that.”

Amber eyes flicked over to the laundry hamper, which sat in the corner, quite nearly overflowing. “... could you remind me to do my chores? Because, I think I’d feel better if my time management skills weren’t so... bad.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” The demon paused, then narrowed her eyes. “Wait. When you say ‘remind me’ do you mean that you don’t want me doing it?”

“Yeah? You’re not a maid, you’re a demon.”

“I’m also not a scrap piece of paper to scribble on to remind yourself of things.” She spread her hands. “Honestly! There’s nothing you have that you’d feel proud to do better? No one you’d like to show up? You ask it and I could conjure the most expensive car, a massive amount of gold, a literal castle to live in- there’s nothing material you can take pride in?”

“No! I take pride in my relationships, not my things!” The moment the words left her lips, she reconsidered. “Wait, can you get me first edition copies of Ninjas of Love? It’s a book series-”

Weiss snapped her fingers. “On your desk.”

She looked over and, sure enough, twelve brand new books sat on her desk. “The entire set!”

“They’re even signed.”

As a smile spread across her lips, she noticed the weight in her hand- previously hardly anything- became just the smallest bit heavier. When she looked back, she found Weiss had grown half an inch.

“How did you appear at your normal size before?”

Her tail lashed around, obviously not very happy with being reminded of her predicament. “It was... more of a projection. I could make myself solid enough to shake your hand, but the rest of me was more illusion than anything. Even transporting you earlier- that took the last bit of my strength, really.”

“So... you’re really stuck like this unless I can figure something out to be really proud of, huh?” Reaching up, she scratched at her chin. “Well, maybe-” Her shoulders jumped as heavy knocks against her front door echoed through the small apartment. Only one person ever announced their presence like that, and she did it specifically so Blake would know exactly who it was. “Oh no.”

“’Oh no’ what? Who’s there? An enemy?”

“My mom.” She ran a hand over her face. “I forgot; she said she was dropping by today for tea and to catch up.”

“... I repeat my question: an enemy?”

“Wha- no!” Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would my mother be an enemy?”

Weiss shrugged. “Well, you clearly have a better family dynamic than I do.”

“Look, the only thing she’s going to do is have tea, ask me how I’m doing, and tell me I should date more. Or... at all, really.”

“So, if I were to play as your girlfriend-”

“Absolutely not,” she said immediately, but then she really thought about it as more knocks came. “I mean... I can’t introduce you as my girlfriend, at least not yet. That would be suspicious.” Then she shook her head, coming to her senses. “No, no I can’t do that.”

“And why not?”

“Because I can’t take pride in a fake relationship!”

“But you can take pride in making your mother happy, correct?”

... damnit, that was a good point.

Lowering her hand to the ground, she jerked her head to the side. “Just... wait here.”

Once Weiss had hopped out of her hand, Blake stood up and brushed herself off before quickly heading to the front door of her apartment, hoping against hope there would be absolutely no reason for her mother to go into her room. The last thing she needed was to try and explain the whole thing.

“Blake!” Her mother smiled, opening her arms wide and pulling her into a hug the moment the door opened. “Did I come at a bad time, sweetheart?”

“No, Mom, not at all, I was just, uh, finishing up some homework.” She laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than it felt. “Come on in.”

“Oh, I do hope you aren’t overloading yourself with schoolwork again.” Her mother tsked, shaking her head slightly. “I know you’ve always been more comfortable with books than people, Blake, but you should make an effort to get out there.”

She glanced at her watch- ten seconds, a new record for how quickly her lack of a romantic partner was addressed. “I know, Mom, it’s just- I-”

“Blake, do you remember what page-” Amber eyes went wide as Weiss walked out of her bedroom, except she didn’t look like herself. Well, not entirely; gone were the horns and tail, her skin a few shades closer to a more natural color though still rather pale, and while she did have a scar still, it didn’t glow. “Oh! Right, you said your mother was coming over. I guess that’s my cue-”

“Nonsense!” Her mother’s expression absolutely lit up, going over to introduce herself to the disguised demon. “I’m Kali, Blake’s mother, obviously. But what’s your name, dear?”

“Weiss.” They shook hands while a beaming little smile spread across her lips. “I’m one of Blake’s classmates.”

In the back of her mind, a running mantra of ‘crap crap crap’ played on loop as she struggled to figure out how to react to the current situation, and she especially didn’t like that coy little smile on her mother’s lips.

“Oh! A little bit of a study date, is it?”

“Yes, I was sick for a week and missed class, and Blake’s been an absolute saint in helping me catching up.”

Should she roll with it? She should probably just roll with it.

“Now, I’m not sure which is more surprising: that my little bookworm is reaching out to help a classmate.” Was it possible to die of embarrassment? Blake felt like she was about to find out. “Or that a pride demon is attending college.” In that moment, she felt her heart sink all the way down to the bottom of her shoes as her mother never stopped smiling, even as Weiss’ own expression fell entirely. Blake hadn’t even noticed that her mother had placed herself between the two, as if bodily blocking the demon’s path. “Normally, I wouldn’t give away the element of surprise, but you’re rather weak right now, aren’t you? Not even strong enough to even run away, not without my daughter to help. So what’s stopping me from dismissing you myself?”

“Mom, wait-” When her mother looked over at her, she quite nearly bit her tongue, but she could see genuine fear flashing in Weiss’ eyes. “I- I know this probably looks bad, and I would love to know how you recognized her as a demon, but she’s not a bad one... I don’t think so, anyway.”

“Thank you, Blake, for sounding so convincing,” the demon said, apparently taking refuge in her sarcastic wit.

However, the older Faunus did look back at her daughter, ears perking forward. “Where’s the grimoire?”

“... the what?”

“The book. The one you used to summon me.”

“Oh!” She grimaced, feeling absolutely out of her depth. “Uh, it’s in my room.”

“Bring it here.” Her mother fixed the demon with a look. “And you, sit down on the couch.” Not wasting any time, both of them complied, and Blake tried to formulate some sort of defense for keeping the demon around. Not that she had anything she really wanted, of course, but she absolutely could not send someone off to their death without a second thought. When she returned, she handed over the book to her mother, who seemed to pause while running her fingers over the snowflake on the front. “I recognize this sigil... you know Willow.”

“She’s my mother.”

“Demons have mothers?”

“Of course, Blake; everyone has a mother,” hers said, with a soft smile. “And I happen to know that Willow and her ilk are... a little bit different than most.”

“Um... how exactly?”

Without a word, her mother lifted a hand and snapped her fingers, then motioned towards the coffee table. “It’s a bit of a long story, sweetheart, but go ahead and have a seat. Enjoy your tea.” Blake opened her mouth to object- she hadn’t even made it to the kitchen yet- but when amber eyes instinctively flicked to the table, there sat three cups of hot tea with saucers. So, she sat down, slowly, her mind racing. “Oh, dear me, this certainly is a unique contract.” Her mother shook her head. “I’ll admit, I’m surprised and impressed. Drawing on your summoner’s pride rather than your pride in manipulating them? That’s almost foolish.”

“It’s worked so far,” Weiss replied, a bit of heat in her voice as she tried to defend herself.

“Uh huh, and how tall are you really right now?” The demon said nothing but Blake couldn’t hide anything from her mother, holding her finger and thumb to indicate Weiss’ true height at present. “That’s what I thought. It’s... an interesting approach.” She snapped the book shut, setting it down on the coffee table before taking a seat and picking up her tea. “So, Blake, would you like to tell me why you summoned a demon?”

There really was no good way to answer this. “It was an accident; I didn’t think it was real.”

Almost immediately, her mother winced, taking a sip of her tea. “I suppose that’s my failing. You have to understand, Blake, that you did tell me you wanted nothing to do with witchcraft when I asked.”

“What?” Would there be no end to her confusion? “When did you ask?”

“Oh, you were eight, maybe nine, and you absolutely adored that fairy tale book we got you.” She shrugged. “In all those stories, there weren’t any good witches. So you wanted nothing to do with it, and I didn’t push, nor did I reveal my own abilities for fear it would scare you.” For a moment, it looked like that was all she’d say, but then she tapped a finger against the side of her mouth and nodded. “Though, you did take a sudden interest in reading Fauni after that.”

“Well...” Blake sighed, leaning back and biting her lip. “I’m sorry I let those stories convince me not to give witchcraft a thought and that you had to hide it away for so long.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you have nothing to apologize for!” She chuckled, her smile reaching all the way to her eyes. “Things like this happen. I just didn’t think you’d be such a skeptic to try casting a spell just to prove witchcraft wasn’t real.” Her gaze flicked over to Weiss. “And, I suppose, you’re lucky the one demon you manage to cross paths with is of a much gentler sort than the king I dealt with when I was your age. However, she’s still a demon- no offense, darling.”

“None taken,” the demon begrudgingly replied, sighing and reverting to her actual height. Although she didn’t look particularly happy about it, she accepted Blake’s assistance in crossing the distance between couch and coffee table. She wasn’t much taller than the lip of the tea cup, but she managed to produce what looked like a straw that allowed her to drink from the side.

She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t pretty adorable.

“Mom, I... honestly don’t know what I’m doing or really what I got myself into.” Amber eyes fell down to the demon before meeting her mother’s gaze again. “But, you apparently have a better understanding than I do. She might be a demon but she’s not asking me to hurt anyone. I can’t just... dismiss her. That’s like a death sentence, isn’t it?”

“In her present state? Yes.” Her mother pressed her lips into a thin line. “I’ll admit that most demons lie with every breath, pride demons especially. They usually draw a significant amount of their namesake from deceiving others.”

“But Weiss?”

“Doesn’t, and I’m willing to admit that.” She sighed. “I admit this isn’t a black and white situation. I can’t fault you for not wanting to outright kill another being, even if that being is a demon. She does seem rather harmless.”

“I am the epitome of power, strength, and deadly precision!” Weiss objected hotly.

She couldn’t help but smile. “You’re four inches tall.”

“Four and a half!”

“Blake.” She looked up at her mother, who had a similar smile on her lips. “If you want to go through with this pact, we’ll have a lot to catch up on. I know you can become just as powerful a witch as I am but the choice is yours.” She inclined her head. “You could just as easily help this demon get a few good meals in and send her on her way.”

Looking down at the demon, she weighed her options before nodding, more for her benefit than theirs. “I want to help. I’m not sure if I want to become a full blown witch but... I would like to learn a little bit. Just- I don’t want my grades to suffer.”

Her mother smiled wider, absolutely beaming with pride. “You’ve always known which path you’ll walk, sweetheart. I’m glad to see not even this curveball can dissuade that.”

Blake felt a warmth in her chest, and laughed a little at the pleased little hum that came from the demon as she grew just a bit more.

Well, she hadn’t expected to summon a demon tonight, but all things considered?

She really couldn’t complain.

Author’s Note: I saw this and couldn’t not write something for it.

#TRR writes #Monochrome #Lil Demon!Weiss AU #TRR and the discord shenanigans

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