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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Inosuke Hashibira x Reader (Mine)

Hey @mystikalini, I did the thing...

Summary: Inosuke thinks you're weird, his kind of weird, which makes you his, right? Of course he doesn't tell you that nearly as well as he tells everyone else.

You've got no clue when it happened, he tumbled into your life like a hurricane, ploughing through everything in his wake.

You were about a year older than him and met Inosuke and his friends on a job.

He didn't seem to care that the demon you were there to kill was still very much alive when he ran into you and hurled you against a wall, demanding "Fight me!"

At the time, you thought he'd gone insane, fear and adrenaline addling his brain to the point of this ridiculousness.

Later, you realised that he was just that nuts.

You did end up fighting him, and the demon, all at once. It was utter chaos, both Tanjiro and Zenitsu nearly blew a fuse over watching you two go for each other between swinging at the demon.

For a first meeting, it's impossible to forget.

Inosuke would only back off when Tanjiro threatened to headbutt him, while Zenitsu fawned over your sword skills and begged you to protect him.

From that point on, Inosuke would try and find reasons to challenge you. You made a point never to lift your blade to him again, and instead discovered a new way to get him to back off.

'You're kinda cute when you jump around like that.'

If not for that bore mask, you would have seen the blush colouring his cheeks, but thanks to that mask, all you see is the hot air he blows as he sputters at you.

'I am Lord Inosuke, King of the mountain! I ain't cute damnit!'

You giggled, loving your new advantage against this, a live hurricane of human.

It was a joke at first, you swore it was, but the longer it went on, the less funny it was.

Without being able to fight you, he found other ways to "compete" with you. Who can train for longer, who can get to the mission faster, who can eat more. Of course, all of these competitions exist purely in his own head, and end up driving you to spend a lot of time together.

If you're cooking, he looms over you, trying to steal bites until you rap his knuckles one too many times. He relents to just talking to you, sitting on the highest point he can reach like some kind of cat watching over you work.

You're too busy to notice that he's taken the boar off his head and propped it under his arm, chin resting on his fist as he watches you move.

His eyes linger on the care you take with each ingredient, ears catching the tune you started humming when he lapsed into comfortable silence.

You're weird, he's decided that's the reason he likes watching you so much. No one else makes everything look so easy, even when you don't get it right, you smile and laugh yourself off, only to try again.

Yeah, weird. Your smile's weird too, lights up a whole damn room like a candle.

You're weird...but you're his kinda weird. That's what he's decided.

Did he tell you about this decision? Absolutely not.

It's not like you need to know about it, everyone else does.

Overnight, he went from being your friend to being downright possessive.

You were talking to Tanjiro about some new training exercises Mitsuri told you about, when you suddenly felt a heavy weight on your shoulder, warm breath and the smell of animal fur filling your senses.

Inosuke leans heavily on your shoulder, boar hat skewed back to his face is just about visible, scowling at poor Tanjiro in absolute, creepy silence.

'Uh...hey Inosuke, are you feeling okay?' Tanjiro muttered awkwardly, only continuing to receive that blank silence with a glare to strip flesh from bone.

You looked back and forth between the boys, feeling the warmth rise to your face as Inosuke's bare chest is now pressed into your back, his arm draped over yours.

The silence drags on for another few seconds before Tanjiro breaks eye contact, and your world is suddenly upside down as Inosuke sweeps you unceremoniously off your feet.

'HEY! What the hell are you doing?!'

'He was lookin' at ya funny,' Is his only explanation as he starts away, practically running down the halls. 'You're my mate, not even Gonpachiro gets to look at you like that.'

'I'm you what now?!'

'Duh, my mate. You're the only one good enough so obviously I'm the only one good enough for you.'

He explained it as if it were obvious and had you draped over his shoulder like a sack of flower, but despite the entire lack of care in the apparent way he handled you, you couldn't help but feel your hear swell.

His words sank deep, soothing old insecurities, and you couldn't help but giggle at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. It's so very Inosuke, you can barely stand it.

'Hey, who're you laughin' at damnit?!'

He slammed you back upright so fast you were almost thrown out of total concentration breathing, vision spinning as you re-set to upright mode.

Your smile returned and before he could think to stop you, you tipped the boar up and leaned up, planting your lips on his.

He turned redder than Tanjiro's hair and froze, lips unresponsive until you poked him gently in the ribs, from there he was working on pure instinct, and his instincts have always been perfect.

'See? Told you, you're my mate!'

'Whatever you say, weirdo.'

#demon slayer x reader #inosuke x reader #inosuke hashibira #inosuke hashibira x reader #tanjiro kamado #kny #misturi kanroji #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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by-tea · 2 years

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claws

author note: i saw these and thought of changkyun immediately.

summary: changkyun gets his nails done.

pairing: changkyun x gn! reader

word count: 723

Changkyun had to admit that painting his nails black was only a little impulsive. He just didn’t want to see the gunk that found its way under his nails. It became something kind of practical and soothing after a while. And although black had always been his go to colour, his interest in expanding his colour palate was piqued when he saw your little home salon set up.

Changkyun had been endlessly curious about your salon set up the moment he saw it. He had known you worked from home as a beautician of some kind, but the details hadn’t been addressed yet. He guessed they would be addressed now. He left you in the living room mid-way through the movie because he needed to use the bathroom, but stumbled into the home salon instead. With his curiosity piqued, Changkyun scanned over the room taking in the décor and the actual set up of the room. He walked further in, running his hand along the neatly tucked sheets on the foldout bed, while admiring the products you displayed on your shelf.

He was looking through the colour samples when the door creaked and you stood leaning against the door frame. Fond smile and resigned shoulders. It was as if you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. You asked him jokingly, “are we finishing the movie tonight or do you want your nails done?”

His eye brows creased for a second. “Would you?”

“Do your nails?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Societal norms and expectations?”

“I’m honestly a little more afraid of your company and stylist’s opinions.”

“I’m cute enough to get away with it for a while.”

You snicker. Of course he was. Changkyun probably got away with a lot more than he’d consciously know of. “Are you sure though?” You definitely weren’t kidding about his management’s opinions though.

“Yeah, it’s fine. We aren’t promoting at the moment. They can’t dictate what I do during my break.”

You stand by your desk and pull out some nail tools from the steriliser, gesturing for him to sit on the chair across from you. His palms rest on the small foam roller as you inspect his hands. Soft. Much softer than you realised. His cuticles needed some cleaning, his nails were bare, but had a healthy sheen. You tapped and squeezed the ends and were rewarded with newfound flexibility and a satisfying tap. Changkyun’s nails were doing much better compared to the last time you had checked them.

“Did you use the oil pen I gave you?”

“Yeah. Twice a day like you said.”

You hummed in satisfaction, considering how soft his palms were. He definitely stole your favourite hand cream as well. You could forgive the slight though. His hands were just so soft. You hadn’t realised you were so excited until Changkyun poked your cheek, eyes questioning your sudden mood change.

“What’s that look for? Are you really that excited?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a few ideas I wanna try out.”

“You’re cute. Have fun, go nuts.”

You grinned at his permission and started. It definitely wasn’t the way you had expected to spend your Saturday afternoon, but the end result was definitely worth it. A majority of the time you had spent on the individual nail designs, with the cute smiley faces and sparkling stars being your favourites. Changkyun on the other hand, was a little mesmerised by the cute warped black and white checkerboard on his thumbs. He kept staring until you gently positioned his hands for a picture, fingers curled towards his palms. You had to post this on your account. The simple colour palate and pop punk designs would add more variety to your Instagram posts.

Changkyun continued to admire his nails even as you switched off half the room lights, and the smiley faces lit up. The neon yellow and orange are a stark contrast to the black nail polish. A childlike glee took over as he excitedly yelled about the UV sensitive nail polish. You barely managed a decent photo and video, before Changkyun had pulled his hands from yours to cup your cheeks as he dotted delighted kisses all over your face. He pulled away to quickly peck your lips, grin intact.

“Babe. This is so fucking cool.”

You felt your cheeks burn. Yeah. Definitely worth it.

#monsta x drabbles #im changkyun x reader #i.m x reader #changkyun x reader #monsta x x reader #monsta x fluff #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fic #mx fanfic #mx fluff #mx drabbles #kpop fanfic #fanfic #my wriiting #tea writes #popz

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greypetrel · 6 months

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30. "I don't know where to put my love" for Raina c:

Oooooh, this was perfect for her, thank you!! (in this I discovered that a baby raccoon is called a kit)

Tis the prompt list

A good punch.

( 4.049 words | CW: blood - mentions of split lips and broken teeth )

So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does? I don't know where to put my love - Florence + the Machine, "My Love"

“I did want to punch him, dad.”

She uttered between her teeth, mumbling on the words because her lips hurt like hell right now. She glared stubbornly at her feet, hand clasped in her father’s and hating every step and how the skirt of her dress kept sticking to her bloody knees. She hated skirts, and she hated the feeling of her hair, long and tangled and dirty, sticking to her cheek. But her mother won’t let her wear breeches for the festival, and won’t let her cut her hair short as she did with Garrett, and she didn’t really understand why.

But, as much as her mother had been the first to find her and drag her away from Bobby Oswald who laid under her and had a black eye and lost his front tooth, and she sharply refused to say a word to explain herself… She couldn’t lie to her father. She didn’t want to lie to him. So, when he barged in, placated the Oswalds and Leandra alike and grabbed her hand to take her away and “Have a good talk, I’m sure she didn’t mean to punch Bobby”… she waited just until they were far from the crowd and told him.

Malcolm looked down at her, raising one eyebrow.

“You want to get me angry as well, young lady?” He asked her, but there was amusement in his voice. That note of amusement that was always there and she craved, right now.

“He called Garrett a freak, and you a failure.”

She confessed, anger still burning hot in her chest and raising tears to her eyes. Malcolm didn’t say anything, but answered in tow as her hand clutched tight on his, in a silent comfort. He didn’t say anything, and just lead her around the corner and deep between the stalls that were installed in the small square in front of the Chantry. People selling food, mainly, trying to earn some extra money during the fair even if they had no cattle to sell and show, no crops to offer. They already visited the stalls, and begged Leandra far and wide for a treat. Their mother had bought her and Garrett a full slice of pumpkin pie each, and the twins a big cookie with nuts and raisins she split in two for the three years olds. And that was it. The rest of the stalls kept being a dream, even if Raina asked and pleaded for some candy floss. It was coloured and it was sweet and it looked fluffy: surely it was good, even if she never tasted it. It was also pricey, and something only the more well to do could afford. Not them. The year hadn’t gone well, and she already had her more healthy treat.

So, she didn’t raise her eyes, pretending not to be interested in the food. Pretending that all those perfumes didn’t make her mouth water and terribly curious to taste everything. She hadn’t been good, her mother made it plenty clear as she yelled at her for starting a brawl and breaking Bobby’s tooth. She didn’t listen when her father stopped and started to chat with someone. She convinced herself she wasn’t interested, and her mind went flying and concentrating on other thoughts, fingers playing nervously with the cloth of her skirt. That was it: she decided to think of all the things she could do with her skirt instead of wearing it.

And yet, when Malcolm pulled gently at her hand to catch her attention, Raina could only gasp, mouth falling open.

He stopped right in front of the candy floss stand, and both him and the vendor were looking at her, expectantly.

“So? Red, purple or yellow?” Malcolm prodded, with a smile.

“But-” She objected, looking between the two men with suspicion. “But mother said-”

“Your mother isn’t here. Or do you wish me to go and call her?” Malcolm winked. “But if you don’t want it…”

“No!” She gasped aloud, and both men chuckled at her. “Red!” She declared, and stopped a while, adding a last, less concitated “Please.”

“Ah, I knew it!” Malcolm exclaimed with a big smile, and turned to the vendor again. “What did I tell you? Did I win a free stick for being such a good father to remember my daughter’s favourite colour?”

In spite of everything, Raina giggled, ignoring how the movement sent a jolt of pain on her split lip, and how she felt wet trailing down her chin from it. As her father winked and insisted a little with a vendor that wasn’t fooled by her father’s wit, she licked the blood away, quickly. It only made the wound bleed more, and she grew irritated by it.

She didn’t mind her father slipping some coins out of his pocket, absent-mindedly greeted the vendor goodbye, and trodded along her father. The more she licked, the more blood it seeped out, and the more she scowled at it. It just wouldn’t stop.

She paid little attention, too focused on stopping the annoying trickle of blood even if it started to hurt, to mind her father quickening his step all so minutely as they passed the Chantry. “Least those nasty Mothers see our treat and come to steal it!” He told her, whispering conspiratively. She nodded along and quickened her steps as much as the legs of a girl of 8 could go, following her father without looking where he was headed.

So focused she was, that when he stopped she bumped right into his leg, so hard it hurt her lip and bruised cheek.

“Ouch!” She yelped, stepping back and pressing a hand on her cheek.

“Shit-” He grumbled, stopping abruptly as he noticed the swear. “Fuck-” He grumbled. “For Andraste’s- Don’t tell your mother. I’m sorry, kit.”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“Mh.”

He hummed, and left her hand, nodding towards the low stone wall that sided the river. He offered to help her up to sit there, but Raina scoffed, puffing her chest up with pride. Chanting that she was not a kit, she climbed up on her merry self. Bobby’s tooth cut her knuckles something nasty, and even if the bleeding stopped, it hurt when she scraped it against the stone. She bit it down bravely, grunting for that and how sore she was, and complaining because the nasty skirt made climbing unnecessarily difficult. But she managed, rolling on her belly on top of the wall and collecting her limbs on top, so she could kneel and go sit with her legs dwindling on the other side, up the water. Malcolm was much more graceful, and as soon as he was sitting too, she scuttled closer

“Do you want to talk about it?” Malcolm asked, caressing her head.

“No.”

“Raina.”

“He was mean, dad!” She grumbled, crossing her arms on her chest and looking down at the water, legs moving quicker. “He picked on Garrett, he called him a freak and pushed him, and said you are a failure that can’t… I don’t know, he used a weird word. You can’t do something for us, and it’s not true, and so I told him you’re the best dad in the world and to leave my brother alone, and he called me a Bug-eyes and he just didn’t stop.”

A hand came around her back and closed on the opposite shoulder, keeping her still as she thrashed around on the ledge. She shoved him off: she wasn’t a baby, and she wouldn’t fall. She never fell when she climbed, not anymore. Understanding she didn’t want to be touched, now, Malcolm let her speak, listened to her as she kept on with her tale.

“He shouldn’t have said those things, you’re right.” He convened, in the end. “It still doesn’t make it right to punch him, kit. You hurt him pretty badly.”

Raina turned towards him, a deep scowl on her face, and looked in his eyes -the same blue as hers- as she told him, this time lowering her voice.

“He told he was going to call the Templars, dad. That’s when I punched him. And why I’m not sorry.”

She watched as his father’s face darkened, something harsh making his way in his expression. It was his serious face, and Raina knew he understood. He always understood, when her mother never did and only scolded her.

“Maybe he was joking.” He proposed.

“I am still not sorry.” She proudly declared, turning towards the river again. “I don’t want that you and Garrett will be brought away because Bobby is mean and stupid.”

“Punching him isn’t a solution.”

“I bit him, too.”

Malcolm stilled at the news, and as Raina side-glanced at him, she saw him with his free hand on his mouth, covering it as he tried not to laugh. She knew he was scolding her for what she did and he that he was serious, but she snorted too, covering her mouth with both hands.

“Raina, I’m serious.” He scowled at her, but his eyes kept an amused glint.

“But you told me I need to defend my little siblings!”

“I know, kit. But you’re not a raccoon. You’re a person, and people talk.”

“But I tried, dad. I tried to tell him he was mean, but he just didn’t listen. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Come here.”

He sighed, and pulled her closer to his side. More prone to be touched, right now, she let him, and turned to hug his bust, pressing her face in his side. He put the fancy waistcoat, the one he only wore for special occasions, and it was rough against her sensible skin. But it was warm and comforting enough, it smelled like the lavender pouches her mother kept in the wardrobes, and she didn’t mind that she was probably staining it. The comfort provided was more important, and the way he kept her close by her shoulder, rubbing circles with his thumb.

“Do you still love me?”

“Of course, kit, what makes you think I don’t?”

“Mom was very angry. Mom loves Garrett best.”

He sighed, heavily. It wasn’t the first time the topic came up, and it always made Raina cry. This time was no different, and she clutched on her father tighter.

“I do love you, kit. Very much. Your mother does too, I swear. Quite a lot. She gets angry because you’re always getting into trouble and she worries.”

“But she told me I had to be a good sister and protect my siblings!”

“I don’t think she meant getting into a brawl and splitting your lip open. That’s what she worries about.” Malcolm explained, gently pushing the child away from him enough so he could see her face. “Let me see.”

Her lip indeed left a stain on his waistcoat, darker than the grey wool it was made of. He paid it no mind, and didn’t let Raina either, gently pushing her face up towards his. She sniffed and blinked tears away from her eyes, putting up a brave face. She was 8, she was too old for crying, and she stood straight, offering herself for the careful examination like a big, brave girl. Stupid tears couldn’t really stop, but she did her very best. He gently pushed on her cheekbone with his thumb, and apologized when the pressure made her flinch. And rubbed her lower lip, without using any magic. Even with some pressure -and she was ready this time, she just scrunched her nose and eyes- the bleeding didn’t stop, and Malcolm huffed at it.

“We should really think of something better than punching, for you.” He grumbled, fishing his handkerchief from a pocket and dabbing her lip with it. “Defending the people you love is great and commendable kit, and I’m so proud that you jumped to it and that you stood up to your choices.”

A pause.

“Don’t tell your mother I told you so.” He casted her a look, but his eyes were still amused. “I am very, very disappointed you shut up the most annoying kid in the village, I’m absolutely appalled that you punched and bit him and kicked him, and I expect you to be very contrite and remorseful when we get back, ok?”

He winked at her, and she giggled, nodding enthusiastically. She took the handkerchief and kept on dabbing her mouth herself, heart lighter as her father huffed in satisfaction. As she did, with her feet kicking the air before her, alternatively pushing on the stone and skipping forward, she saw Malcolm ripping a piece of cotton candy, finally, and look at it, considering.

“My point is, you have all this love… We need to find a way to use it better than punching people that offend it, tho. Somewhere to put it.”

“Like a closet?”

He chuckled, and offered her the sugar. Raina looked at it, unsure, and at her father. When he nodded in encouragement, she was quick in picking the piece up and bring it to her mouth. It was sweet and crinkled under her teeth before quickly melting in the most thrilling way, and it was the most delicious thing she ever ate. Of course, it was red. Red things were the best. It made Malcolm chuckle more, as he too took a bite.

“We can try and put it in a closet, but closets get full so easily. We need to try something else.”

“Like what?”

She asked, not fully understanding his words, and how love could be stored or put somewhere rather than somewhere else. She shrugged it off, tho, not wanting him to think she was too little and didn’t understand a grown-up concept. She was the eldest and she was big, after all, even if Garrett had magic and that could maybe made up for a year less. She just stretched her arm, fingers sticky with sugar, to take another piece of the candy.

“I don’t know. Hug puppies. Take care of animals. Knit. Count to a hundred before you act. Run in the morning so you’re tired during the day and your love doesn’t burst. Let the bullies run after you until they trip and fall by themselves and you can keep clean. Insult them without them knowing.”

Raina considered, with her mouth full of sugar.

“So mom won’t get worried?”

Malcolm turned and poked her ribcage, annoyingly enough, and again until she turned to bat his hand away, laughing because it tickled. He laughed with her, and waited enough for her to stop thrashing -she did so much that he had to catch her by the shoulder lest she fell into the river. When it was done, he was there, a smile on his face and a look that was really serious in his eyes.

“So we all won’t get worried.” He told her, in his serious voice that meant what he told was important and she should listen.

She nodded and jumped forward, hugging him tight.

“I am sorry I got you worried, dad.” She told him, drowned as she was in his chest.

He caressed her hair, and right then, the world was good and she didn’t feel the urge to move somehow, to bounce her leg or play with her hands.

“It’s fine, kit.” He sighed, relaxing minutely. “Just keep in mind that if you put your love into punches, people you love won’t be happy, they will be worried. Ok?”

Raina considered. It made sense, even if the concept of love was still a little weird and abstract.

“… But what if I don’t let them punch me back?”

“Raina-”

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Something less than twenty years later, a lifetime distant from that afternoon in Greenfell, Raina kept considering that day on the stream, eating red candy they couldn’t afford with her father.

She stepped forward, turning her daggers in her hands, bending her neck left and right quickly to warm up and get ready. Her heart beat hard and fast in her ears, in anticipation and, partly, fear. On the other hand, only an idiot wouldn’t have been afraid, in her place, to be doing what she was about to do. Maybe she was not as scared as she should have been.

It wasn’t the time to reason, tho, or to consider any better. She took her father’s words to heart, and had been mindful to put her love to good use. Ironically enough, she learnt to talk and outwit people, and she took up knitting and adopted a dog. And she stopped throwing punches so often, because she learnt to wield daggers.

She stepped forward in the throne room, bouncing from one foot to the other, turning fear into adrenaline and not thinking that she most likely chose the stupidest place to put her love. And yet, she kept her chin up, back straight, and looked the Arishok right in his eyes with a challenge.

Her love went into a city that didn’t love her, into a mother and Carver who both lied six feet under, Bethany in the Circle and Garrett that was about to be brought there too, since the Knight-Commander saw him. Her love went into a mismatched rag-tag groups of misfits, just like her. Her love went into them and into fucking things up for them and with them.

She put her love into turning her back to Merrill, screaming for her and beating her hands against the bars that closed the Alienage for the invasion. She put her love into keeping her safe, because after what she did, after taking advantage of her in such a way and leaving her as she did, that was all she could do to her. Perhaps it would have mildened her memory for the elf. Not that she would have been there to see.

She put her love, lastly and firstly and more stupidly, into a woman that didn’t want it, that told her from the start that she didn’t, but that had it anyway.

She put her love in Isabela and into a duel she couldn’t win, and she cared not for anything else. Kirkwall could go fuck itself: if it weren’t for Bela, she would have left it to the Qun and see if the Arishok could have found her a spot she could finally fit in.

She clutched her hands tighter on the hilts of the daggers, feeling the supple leather of her father’s gloves pressing on her skin. She wondered what he would have thought, and if he would still be proud of her. She guessed she was about to find out.

“Raina, please-”

She heard Garrett from behind. He was the only one, now, to call her by her name, and it was too little. She wasn’t a Hawke: Hawke had been her father, and she made a treasure of his words, she missed him like air, and she stubbornly decided that he was right, but not always.

Some people really needed a good punch.

#dragon age #dragon age II #da2 #female hawke x isabela #malcolm hawke #raina hawke #writing petrel #da fic #dragon age fanfiction #ficlet

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ask-andrew-montrose · 7 months

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A familiar owl flies into your dorm room. Surprisingly, it does not have an envelope in its talons but a rather short note instead, covered in cute colourful doodles of pumpkins, and bats, and sweets. When you take it into your hand, however, the doodles protrude from the paper creating a three-dimensional image: pumpkins have carvings on them that light up as if there are candles inside, bats flap their wings, sweets turn into bars of dark chocolate, salty nuts, and pretzels. But despite all that, it distinctly smells of lavender.

My dear Monty, Please tell me Theodora did convince you to go to the Halloween event today! We spent weeks organizing the Ball and I would really, really, REALLY love to see you there! It is only for years 6 through 7 so it would not be too crowded. You don't have to actually participate in games or talk to people if you don't want to. But it would mean a lot to me if we... [this part of the writing looks a little out of place: if you squint hard enough, you might notice the traces of the ink vanishing charm, the new text written in its place] spent some time together. I wonder if you'll like my costume~ With hopes of seeing you there, William ☀️

Once you put the note down, all the images become flat once again.

Andrew is in the middle of trying to mentally prepare himself for what is probably one of the hardest holidays for him. Between the candies being offered everywhere, and the costume Theo lovingly sent over to him earlier that day....he wasn't sure if he was going to make it.

Speaking of the costume, he had spent more time grimacing at it than it would have taken to just put the damn thing on. Theo had anticipated this, and even mentioned the threat of wrangling @ask-felix-aberg in to make sure he wore it in the event that Andrew tried to avoid the inevitable.

He groaned.

But just as all hope was lost, Montrose spots his most frequent owl visitor. Except this time...the parchment in his talons was very curious indeed. Getting closer, he was immediately intrigued by the festive doodles all over the lively paper. At the touch of his hands, he inhales sharply as it comes to life in the most enchanting of ways.

He smiles begrudgingly at such a personal touch. The dark chocolate, nuts and pretzels were a relief, and welcome treat indeed.

And then that lavender.... well, that wasn't too bad of a treat either. His eyes skim the letter, softening at what looks like William having a hard time writing one curious bit. He sighs lovingly and makes sure to bold one part specifically to reassure his silly fox.

My Fox,

I admit....I wasn't sure if I'd be up for it, but since you ask much more nicely than Theodora...Congratulations. Consider me convinced.

I am very much looking forward to seeing your costume, I can only imagine what that brain of yours has come up with. Just...promise not to laugh for too long once you see mine. Theodora delights in torturing me. As usual.

Games sound great, Will. I am ..actually looking forward to it.

See you there,

Monty

#drewliiam #halloween #felix #theo

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aeori-o · 5 months

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Happy New Year! 3/3 (Tumblr Why)

Well it's a 3 parter, rip.

Part 1 || Part 2

Continuing with the biggest of my hobbies that really needs a billion photos to do it justice...

Will I wrap a car a year going forward? Probably not. But I did wrap my sister’s car. Despite this starting as a “we’ll just do something cool on the side!” this turned into wrapping literally the entire vehicle except for a little bit on the front bumper and where the faded red (it looks pinkish) paint is showing on the second photo toward the back of the car (the black wing tips are sitting on it). My sister and I are opposites when it comes to aesthetics. She’s always been comfortable standing out and being different, I’ve always wanted to fade into surrounding environment. Do Not Perceive Me. But because she’s like that she was down for me to just do whatever to her car, so I did. I’m super happy with the result!

When we started talking about it we were originally just going to do three colours along the side kind of ‘swooping’ into each other. Then when I was laying in bed I had the idea to make the ‘swoops’ into wings. I’m perpetually afraid that any thought I have as I’m falling asleep will vanish into the void so I found some crayons in my room (they were from a restaurant where you can draw on the tabletop) and a postcard and made the silliest little drawing so I wouldn’t forget. Three sets of wings reminded me of the “biblically accurate” meme and seraphim so I then decided I was going to rename her car Seraph and deem it a biblically accurate car.

It took longer than it should have. Her car is a year younger than mine but has rusted a lot more than mine has. The handles couldn’t be removed because the bolts inside the door had seized (thankfully the side mirrors didn’t have the same problem—though we did lose a nut down the inside of one of the doors and it took us hours to get it out) thankfully her handles were much easier to wrap than mine. And because I was making a design out of the vinyl instead of just making it all one colour that meant I had to take time to design it and make the pattern.

Plus I had to work around her schedule. Her car is not mine so I had to figure out when she could stop by or when I could come hijack her car. Then things kept breaking. At one point her hatch latch was just not functioning correctly, so I ordered a handle and we fixed it (which was also so much harder than it needed to be because of course more nuts were seized, we were out there with a rust-loosening compound and a hammer and a tine trying to convince this thing to let go—and it eventually did! But holy was it a nightmare.) And then there was the overall problem of rust on the car that I ground off as much of as I could so it wouldn’t bubble up under the wrap and make it look bad. And then of course a part needed to turn the car on broke and was backordered so the car sat, half wrapped, in the dealership parking lot for a month. And after sitting in the dealership parking lot for a month the alternator broke but the dealership thought it was the battery and replaced that, and when the alternator was still broken after replacing the battery we brought it to my mechanic who replaced the alternator for a third of the price the dealership wanted to.

I didn’t get a proper complimentary shot of the back to overlay properly (in my second photo the hatch is propped open a little so I can’t get it to line up with the “before” image but I think the colour difference on the red and the lack of scuffing on the bumper speaks pretty loudly even if it’s not perfectly lined up).

So despite starting this process in April we weren’t done until September. I think the actual wrapping part of the process overall went faster but it took a lot longer because this car threw new challenges at me that mine didn’t. I could definitely feel that I was a lot more familiar with how the vinyl works now, though. Thinking back to the first part of my car I did, the hood, it’s wild how far I’ve come. Practice does that, I guess, but it feels especially stark since that was just last year that I was trying to squeegee the vinyl onto the hood of my car one little bit at a time and making a mess of it. I did so many pieces of this one totally on my own and the parts that I got help for I was much better able to direct those helping me (the roof piece went on so clean, this is the fourth roof I’ve done, mine was a disaster, the second one I did was easy because it was 70% sunroof window, and the third one was also a disaster) so the roof going much easier despite being the largest one I’ve done I think is the biggest testament to how much I’ve learned and gotten better at this.

This car basically got ship-of-Theseus’d this summer (not actually, but with the comical amount of repairs it abruptly needed on top of the wrap it sure feels like it). I definitely did more on it than my sister originally agreed to or expected but it looks really good now and has some protection from new rust forming (but oh it is full of rust. Seraph is very, very rusty). Button’s still good though, there she is!

And I wrapped some pieces on the inside of my car. Which was dangerous because for the first few weeks I kept staring at them when I should have been looking at the road.

But it’s just so pretty. These pieces were mostly a nightmare to wrap so I’m very glad I was able to remove them from the inside of the car, trying to wrap them in place would have been almost impossible. Removing them was also mildly terrifying though—these have been inside this car exposed to heat and cold and UV for 16 years I was very worried they were going to break when I removed them and around some of the thinner sections there was a little cracking (like on the thin struts between the buttons) but overall I was pleasantly surprised with how well they came off!

I also did the hood and some fun detailing around the headlights on my not-actually-but-in-spirit-sister’s car (also a Honda fit) because the paint was doing some very strange things around the edges and I was worried about it rusting on her. Rainbow sparkly black is gorgeous and also subtle, the day we were working on it was sunny so we got a nice vid of her backing out just to see the difference between shade and sun and wow.

[The following comparisons were going to be a gif, but then tumblr refused to upload it, the impact is not the same but this is the sacrifice I am making to this post to get it done.]

After doing the silver-rainbow wing on my sister’s car and this black-rainbow on my not-sister’s car it makes me want to see a whole car done up like this (and it’s tempting to consider doing that to my car in the future, but I also really want to make her green, I still have years left with the current wrap though so I have loads of time to consider). And this hood was way easier to do than my sister’s last year (they have the same car) partly because I’ve had more experience and partly because the quality of the vinyl is better and we weren’t trying to put it on when it was cold out. (The hood from last year has started pulling itself apart since it’s gotten cold out which is a bummer, that’s what I get for going for a cheap but pretty wrap I suppose.)

And finally for the car-wrap section I did a little to my sister’s steering wheel to make it look fancy:

It’s not perfect, I was, once again (foolishly) doing this when it was way too cold out to be doing it but I figure I can just redo it in the spring/summer so it’s a good trial run. I like to imagine that any person who is way too emotionally invested in cars gets really mad seeing her vehicle. Just this economy, rusty, old vehicle with a wild wrap job and a bougie looking steering wheel. Does that terrible car mods tumblr still exist, I should see if Seraph makes the cut.

And that’s all I did for car wraps this year but you can bet I wrapped plenty of other stuff. I think in 2022 I had wrapped some of those Ikea shelf-inserts because for some reason they only make them in white despite selling the unit they make it for in several shades of brown and black as well as white and I had previously painted some inserts because my sister worked at a paint store so just had a bunch of paint. The paint wasn’t great, though, I don’t know why exactly but it was always kind of ‘tacky’, my 3DS charging stand resting on it would, when moved to dust, tear of itty bitty bits of paint so I realized I could wrap them after doing the wrap for my car last summer.

And then I got more inserts and wrapped those in January 2023.

So now they match all my black ikea shelving and have a little bit of sparkle for fun. And after wrapping her car my sister got me a cricut (I had been borrowing a friend’s previously) as a thank you. (If you haven’t encountered one it’s basically a printer that uses a blade instead of ink—you load in a pattern that it then cuts). This year was my first time using one and I love it. I used to get decals and stickers all the time on etsy and now I can make my own with better quality vinyl in more options because I know car vinyl exists so I’m not beholden to the overpriced, not great quality stuff available at craft stores.

So I bought, fixed, and then modded a used 3DS XL (because my hands were cramping on my original 3DS pretty badly). I think I’ve reblogged more than one post on this but if you happen to be reading this and have a 3DS I highly recommend modding it. This poor 3DS I got was full of some kind of brown soda syrup (gross) and the thumbstick was basically falling off and didn’t move easily (because of the dried soda syrup) and part of the housing is a little smashed. I cleaned it and fixed it and made it beautiful.

I was really bad at taking before and after pictures this year. I just sort’ve did stuff and almost every time after I finished (or be mostly done) I’d be like “I didn’t get a before picture…” but she was a very, very scuffed up blue 3DS XL. I really liked the boarder patterns a lot of Zelda merchandise and the original 3DS model’s special Zelda version had (I also have a Zelda journal that uses the ocarina and harp corner details), I had to modify it so that the cricut didn’t completely eat the design while trying to cut but I really like how it turned out. She’s super sparkly now. Part of me also likes the clean look of it before I put the decal on but not enough to go back to it.

With the power of the cricut I was also able to easily make a wrap for the inside of that 3DS. I want to make a new one because this one isn’t perfect so I’ll be doing that in the upcoming year but I do overall really like the effect. It’s funny, when I first got my switch I got a cut-wrap from dbrand for it now here I am years later with a much better understanding of all of this stuff and able to make my own. I could have reshelled this 3DS but I kind of like it keeping its history underneath some pretty stickers.

The colour here is the same one that’s on the fender of my sister’s car (I had some left over). This one:

Which works super well with the 3DS because the top is open at an angle so you’ll almost always get to see different colours in the wrap as long as it’s getting good light. (My plan is to change it to a colour in the same series but with more blue/green bias than yellow/red, this colour is gorgeous but I’m more of a green/blue person. I say that as if you won’t know this. If you’re bothering to read this far you probably know this. Nobody who has been to my space will be surprised by this my walls are green-screen green.)

I also gave my older 3DS a little bit of love. It’s had a reusable Majora’s Mask sticker on it since the Majora’s Mask 3DS remake came out and I figured I could make it look cooler:

Which I also think I need to redo. I put a clear vinyl over the decal on the 3DS XL because it was the primary one I was using and I was worried about the teeny tiny details getting caught on things and peeling. I didn’t bother with my lil purple 3DS because it wasn’t getting much use but, somehow, the little fiddly bits keep getting caught on stuff so I might need to redo that decal and put a clear protective vinyl on it, too. I’ll probably keep the colour the same though I like the effect of the purple matching the case at certain angles and then turning red at other angles.

I also wrapped some other people’s devices. I wrapped a friend’s PS4, my partner’s work laptop (to better represent their workplace instead of Dell), and Steph’s 3DS (which they had previously wrapped with some leftover wrap from Button and they did a great job, but Button’s colour isn’t super exciting on small surfaces which is a bummer because I have so much extra left). Steph’s 3DS looks great, though, I was trying to convince them to let me put the same decal I made for mine so they’d be inverted versions of each other:

Alas, for now they are happy with the black sparkles (which do look great on their own, a photo really doesn’t do it justice).

And because of my play-all-the-zeldas project (mentioned somewhere previously) I’ve decided for every Zelda game I finish I’m going to put a sticker on Button. I got one for Majora 3DS but by the time I finished OoT 3DS and MM N64 etc. it was too cold out so right now I only have one:

But that gives me all winter to design and make the others and then once it’s warm enough out I can just slap all of them on. So that’s not fully something of this past year as the bulk of it is going to show up in the future but it started this year and I look forward to seeing how it’s come along next year.

With the power of the cricut I was also able to pretty easily make “back-ups” of amiibos because using little coins is much easier than juggling a bunch of toys. Definitely exclusively back-ups. And I helped friends back-up their amiibos, too! And I made them all shiny and sparkly because why not! This was super satisfying to do and also nice to know I’ll never have to pay another person to help me back-up my amiibos ever again. :) Don’t come at me Nintendo these are definitely back-ups of purchased amiibos of which I have a gazillion. These were just super satisfying to do even if the cricut sometimes scrunkled some because paper sticks way too well to even the least-adhesive cutting mat so I had to tap them down on a non-sticky mat.

And I think that’s about it for miscellaneous hobbies. I did some seasonal sticker designs for my mom’s business (I still haven’t done the New Year’s one, whoops, but I’m not being paid for this stuff so whatever). But I didn’t do anything else crazy or that was a huge time sink like all of the above.

The only other thing I want to mention is I did make a side-blog for media I finish. I haven’t started putting film on it, yet, I just started it with books and games. I’ve been meaning to finish setting it up and making it look nice but as per usual I have too many things going on and haven’t gotten to it so I may as well just plug it. It’s @aeori-b or aeori-b.tumblr.com. If you want to follow feel free, but it’s just a way for me to visually be able to see everything easily so I’m excited to have it to add to my New Years post for next year! It won’t be much more than just, photos of things I finish maybe with a sentence under it so don’t feel like you’ll be missing out on any hot takes or anything by not following. I’ve always really liked having the goodreads wall of books, its way easier to see everything I’ve read at a glance instead of just looking at titles on a list in excel. Here’s how the blog currently looks:

I haven’t done photography properly in years, and there is something very satisfying at making a little arrangement of things. One of those obviously isn’t a photo so for purely digital things I won’t be able to stretch that particular creative muscle but I really like it. So far I’ve just been really enjoying having a really small, fun little way to cap off my experience with something.

All right my word document is sitting at 23 pages I should move along.

I always like to do a little round up of the art I’ve gotten in a year so here’s that!

As per usual there is art from Steph, Vin, and Phantom in here (the top is mostly @refundtheticket, then @auyamx, then @mossrotts at the bottom). I am very blessed to have such cool friends who make and do so many cool things. There’s more art here than pictured but I’ve apparently received a lot of art this year?? Which is awesome but I can’t really fit it all into one little picture easily! Some of it is commission or requests but still!

Steph’s commissions are open, by the way, and can be found here. I think Phantom’s are too and his info can be found here.

And maybe this is weird to say but I’m really proud of all the art Vin has done this year! When they switched jobs they talked about how one of their former co-workers suddenly had more time and energy for pursuits like art and when I see a kind of drip-feed of art it doesn’t seem like a huge increase but when I’m looking back and seeing it all together it’s like… wow! Explosion of art! (Though it’s entirely possible that I’m just seeing more art because it relates to me, but still, very cool to look back and see!)

I mentioned RPs last year so the whole Vin section is our RP obsession for this year. The RPs with Vin took the unexpected jump back to the human-universe AU when two really unlikely characters hit it off in the God-world RP so now for the majority of the year we’ve been RPing how Vai and Bernie get along (with guest appearances from Lelia and Annie). It has been delightful.

I was going to make a section going over life-stuff but honestly I think I covered all the really interesting things from the year in all the hobby-stuff. 2023 had its frustrations but it also had so many good times, too. I’m becoming more powerful and I want to continue becoming more powerful in the future. Sometimes I wonder how things might be different if I had left the farm sooner. The longer I’m in a happier, more stable, and supportive environment and the more I just find myself doing things (that I never, ever would have on the farm—none of the hobbies I’ve done this year outside reading and gaming would I have done if I still lived there) the more I wonder where I would be and who I would be if I had left sooner. There’s not much point in dwelling on it, because that isn’t the universe I live in, but it is interesting how a garbage environment can really squash who you are and what you can do. I guess it’s on my mind because my not-sister is in almost the same situation I was, and is similarly unwilling to leave it that I was.

That said I have such a hard time with goals, I’ve never been good at them, even as a child I was adrift when it came to goals. In going through all of this I’m wondering if I should make my theme for the upcoming year some kind of ‘enjoy what you have’ thing. My desire to get into new hobbies is unending apparently, and I’m wondering if I should try to restrain myself this year. I really balk at the idea of restraining myself, if I feel like doing something shouldn’t I just… do it? These past few years have been very gratifying, though, I’ve done a lot of things I never thought I could do. Some of them I didn’t even realize were things you could do, to be fair, but there’s a kind of satisfaction and confidence I feel having taken up so many things, been good at them, and have had a lot to show for it.

I’ve built computers, modified devices, fixed consoles (large and small repairs) and some computers, wrapped cars (and shelves and smaller things), made a dice shelf, rigged LED lighting, set up floating shelves and plushie nets, learned excel/sheets, learned how to program rfid chips, learned how to use a cutting-printer and make decals… I don’t know, maybe I won’t be called to some other wild task this year but I have a feeling I will be. I genuinely don’t know if I should stifle that urge or not. I feel like I should because I keep making things and then feeling too ‘guilty’ to actually enjoy them.

As I continually joke (because I do think it’s funny): I built a gaming computer and have mostly played games my first computer ran in the 90s. I somehow still am not done Horizon Forbidden West and I have a back catalogue of games I’ve been meaning to get to (since Highschool). I have so many books in my tbr (some of them also going back to highschool). And on, and on. These have been “problems” for me for a long time (I think I have brought this up in literally every one of these New Year’s posts), and nobody says I have to do those things, but the fact that I keep thinking about it makes me think I should maybe take some kind of action on that front. I feel like I need a good name for it but I think I will make my ‘theme’ for this year to be to focus on and enjoy the things I have. I need a good name or something to encompass it, I might even do it as a seasonal theme and check in with how I’m feeling about it in the spring. I want to keep it broad and if I really feel called or compelled to do something I don’t want to stifle myself but I do want to try prioritizing just spending time with the things I’ve got instead of rushing off to the next thing. And I think my usual goals of reading for a certain amount of time per day and getting in so many books in a year will come naturally of this theme.

Despite getting sick this year three whole times I think it was a good year overall! Things suck on a global and national level (which I’m not even going to begin to get into here because it’s a nightmare out there) but for me on a personal level it’s been a pretty good year. Or as good, I think, as it could have been all things considered. I am hoping this upcoming year has good in store for all of us. Here is a branch absolutely covered in lichen I found a few weeks ago while shoveling snow. Gaze upon this lichen-covered branch and feel the strength to be as prosperous as these lichen infuse your soul. They will give you strength in the year to come.

My word document is 25 pages long if you read this far thank you! And if you made any sort of wrap-up or New Year’s or year-in-review or ‘top 5 things I liked in 2023’ or anything post please link me to it or tag me in it so I can see! I am, as ever, not really ‘on’ tumblr so I tend to miss this stuff.

And because tumblr is out to get me, personally, this is three parts, if you missed one go back:

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Hello! I love your jnh designs so much! Do you have any info or a story around them?

Thank you!!! It always means a lot when people say they like the designs and even want to hear about the lil headcannons/stories I have! (I should really upload to that AO3...) I try not to deviate from the text too much but I love going nuts on their interactions and life prior to the first chapter.

so uuuuh yeah :>

Long post incoming <3 (Really)

I could go on and on about them but I'll do what is best and give some details so you won't be straining your eyes too much.

(This is actually quite long now sorry. I had too much fun with this!)

Characters:

Mr. Utterson (48/12)

-Estate planning Lawyer -Second Oldest of five (first died in childhood). Has a younger sister and two twin younger brothers. -Happily unmarried (tried but it wasn't his cup of tea). -Chinese descent (He has a Chinese name too). -Near-sighted. -Able to bend his own words to his advantage, Jekyll could only wish to be as good as him. (These are never done with hostile intent) -Different in terms of personality in comparison to his more outgoing, expressive and louder family members but he still shares their kind characteristic. -Although he often keeps to himself, he is rather nosy and invasive when it comes to his friends and those around him. -Although he is generally kind, he doesn't take things to heart, especially when it's from someone he doesn't know. Will brush it off without issue. -Doesn't like when he has to do an in person consultation with his clients, however, if it's important he may get a bit of 'liquid courage' before hand. -Not one to get physical but he did punch a kid in boarding school for trying to harm Jekyll after words failed to resolve the issue. -His ties all have different patterns on them. -Former Theatre kid however he will sometimes act out imaginary situations in the comfort of his own room. -Cheats at cards. His friends still have yet to find out how he keeps winning. -Unlike everyone else, their colour motifs are colour mixes of their parents. Uttermom is Cherry red and his Utterdad is Indigo. -Has two pet cats. A Russian Blue named Motz (short for Mozzarella or Mozart depending on who's asking) who he got after a legal issue with a couple who abandoned everything and left the country, including the cat. And a Li Hua, named Heng, which his mother gifted him so he would be less lonely at home. Victim of the universal cat distribution system.

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Mr. Enfield (28)

-Police officer; Newcomen is his partner. -Moved from the United States to England as his mother's dying wish to get out of the dusty town. (Although smog isn't that much better...) -Was from a miner town and his dad owned the local saloon/bar. -Somewhat like his cousin, he's a stickler for the truth while also being a bit of a gossip. -As you'd expect, the exact opposite of his cousin aside from having the same strong sense of curiousity and justice (and sense of humour). -Although he gives the impression of a refined man, that is only when he doesn't speak. He's still learning the English customs. -Speaks a lot of American slang, often leaving his English counterparts confuzzled. -Unlike everyone else, their colour motifs are colour mixes of their parents. Enfield's Mom was hot pink and his Dad is matcha green.

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Mr. Guest (29)

-Clerk -Near-sighted. -Trinidadian (after a friend <3). -Young lad who left home to pursue a career instead of what his family had planned for him. -One of the few people to both 'butt-heads' with Utterson and yet be comforting company. -Generally handles the conversational side of the job and is very good at it as a result. -Generally prefers to keep to himself but like anyone, he does enjoy going out with others to relax

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Mr. Poole (54)

-House head/servant -Indian; Migrated to France for work. Left France once hired by the Jekyll household. -A professional of his work so well known in the butler society that many households prayed he didn't work for the Jekyll household just so he could help them. -Understanding and willing to be an ear to listen and give advice in return if asked. -Far-sighted -(According to butler work ethics, he's not really supposed to have a mustache but if I try to imagine him without one I'll perish so-) -Although Jekyll is the master of the house, Poole is the one who controls most of the tasks within it, along with the family home. -(Another note, I had to age down everyone a little just to Poole wouldn't be nearing his 60s when he kicks the door down)

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Dr. Jekyll (46)

-Apothecary -French/Russian(Mom)+English(Dad) -Only Child (with an unknown half-brother), as well as lonely child. -Unintentionally acts like his mother whom he had a difficult relationship with growing up (Nature and Nurture sort of scenario). Father was kind but negligent. -Acts more like his *'true self' around Utterson and Lanyon on the account that he grew up with them. (*whatever that means) -Got terrified of misbehaving due to witnessing one of the maids die due to such actions (his mother told him that). Then the typical, acting out to get his parent's attention. After their death, and disappearing for three years, he mellowed out. -Has a scar on the left side of his head made during the 3 year trip at the age of 30; the draping/styling of his hair hides it. -His long hair is a coping mechanism and is styled to appear short. It is dyed lighter than it actually is. -Meticulous about his appearance (even as Hyde; old habits) -Divorced, but on good terms. -Has his own garden where he grows flowers. -Collects stamped wax seals. (Utterson uses wafer seals; Lanyon does not stamp his wax seals) -An anxious man especially when things don't go according to plan. -Depending on the relationship with him, his smile may either be comforting or condescending, Schrodinger's smile (you don't know its intention unless you know what he's thinking). -Something of a people pleaser even when he tries to not be. Force of habit. A push-over in boarding school since he never had much opportunity to make friends but both Lanyon and Utterson made sure to stop this as best as they could. -Utterson and Lanyon sometimes call him Jeck-ul to tease him. -Has a rabbit. She is an English Spot named Lily, after her fur pattern and colouration. She also liked to eat the flowers in Jekyll's garden after gnawing out of her cage for the 10th time. She is missing an eye. She was about to be thrown out of a pet shop but Jekyll saw it as an opportunity to use her as a test subject. He ended up not doing that.

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Dr. Lanyon (47)

-General Physician -Scottish -Tallest of everyone mentioned. -older brother with a half-sister. -Hard of hearing due to an incident which started Jekyll and Lanyon's relationship tension. Has a hearing aid but doesn't like using it. Good at making it seem like he can hear. Both Jekyll and Utterson learned how to sign so he wouldn't feel alienated. -Has signed names for those close with him. (J-'J & Flower' U-'Angel' P- 'Pool' Blaire(wife)-I didn't come up with one yet, maybe sunlight or honey which he signs then signs love to make it more endearing idk) -Had a sick mother which prompted his career to General Medicine. Was a loner as a result in his younger years as he looked for work to be able to feed himself and was rumored to be a witch's child. Luckily that's now in the past. -Married to a nurse, turned doctor, who he met on a work trip to the United States (he passed out from heat exhaustion on the job). He has two kids, both who have Jekyll and Utterson as their godfather's -One is named Catriona, Jekyll's goddaughter. (It is vital to know this) -Typical dad and wife loving guy. -Often has a big smile of his face and will wrap you into a hug or give a hearty handshake if given the chance. -Radiates comfort; great with holding a conversation, it's near impossible not feel relaxed around him while he gives you a check up. Jekyll can only wish to be that good. -Pedantic about situations he's knowledgeable in, especially when it comes to health. -Not afraid to start an argument in situations where he feels disrespected. -Looks like a hardy man who doesn't take things to heart but he's quite the opposite. He dyed his hair when he got bullied for it in his younger years. -Has an old dog named Ruth. She's a Duck Tolling retriever, who is terribly sweet and has the energy of a puppy. Lanyon got her from the will of one his patients. She is named after the original owner's child that they never got to have. She unintentionally makes for a good service dog since she helped the previous owner alot during his old age.

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Relationships :

Jekyll x Utterson x Lanyon (J.U.L/Jewel)

-The trio officially meet at boarding school as Jekyll carries Lanyon with him after the death of his mother. They went to the same school as Utterson by Poole's suggestion to Henry's father. -Utterson and Lanyon had a difficult time getting along with each other at the start due to their contrasting personalities, however Jekyll was a good medium and eventually they managed to work with each other's differences. -Lanyon is the one driving force keeping them from not dying at an early age. Those two can barely cook or monitor their own health for themselves. -Utterson the one driving force keeping them from not going broke or getting into major legal issue. -The lads have had pretty peaceful lives, it's strange. Jekyll surely has no idea why. Any outside ruckus seems to just...stop... -On breaks, the stay with Utterson's family until Jekyll is no longer able to due to training for future obligations. They still visit each other. -Utterson's parents were very supportive and kind, indirectly adopting Jekyll and Lanyon as their own. -The trio hold private events with each other where they gift each other random items or hold lunches at their houses. -The jests amongst these three, you'd think they were children with how they act around each behind closed doors. -They'd kill for each other and who is to say the hadn't?

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Poole x J.U.L.

-Was practically a big brother to them; helped them with school work where he could despite leaving school at a young age to work. He managed to get help from another maid who actually knew the material. -Had his fair share of adventures with the lads when they were younger. Having his plate full underestimates his situation. -They still manage to raise his blood pressure even at this age. It wouldn't be them if he didn't find them passed out on the couch after their loud chatter. -They may be adults but he's still going to cover them with a blanket in those instances.

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(some of these may have been mentioned and may refer you back to a previous panel or not?)

Jekyll x Everyone

Poole

-Out of everyone in the house, Poole (and a former maid), were the only ones who interacted with Jekyll rather than giving him the cold shoulder. Poole was fired by Henry's mom as a result but luckily the news reached Jekyll's dad before he left and was soon rehired (the former maid was not as lucky). -Despite the work relationship, Poole is like family to Jekyll, although Jekyll does sometimes use the boss position to his advantage whenever he becomes a bit invasive. -Somewhat childish around Poole, complaining about things and asking him to make him his favourite foods even though that's not his job per se. -After he left for boarding school, Poole left the Jekyll house. When he returned from College, Jekyll went out of his way to bring him back. -Respects him more than his parents. -He couldn't count how many times Poole had been there for him during tough times. -When Poole got fired Jekyll planned to run away with Lanyon to go find him and bring him back.

Lanyon

-Jekyll moves between England and Scotland due to dad's' work, eventually meeting Lanyon at age 10 in Scotland. -Love-hate relationship; If arguments ever arise it's rarely about anything serious. -Lanyon is more likely to call out Jekyll for certain actions, which entertains Jekyll. -As much as Jekyll enjoys troubling Lanyon, he does sometimes take it too far. He knows when Lanyon goes quiet. -They trust each other with the worse of themselves. -Jekyll wishes Lanyon would relax more, he's been more his parent than his parents. -Is competitive with him. -He didn't mean to hurt him, it was an accident...

Utterson

-Jekyll(5) met Utterson(7) in England after travelling to town with Poole to a local fabric store, to whom Utterson's mother owns. -Unlike Lanyon, Utterson is less likely to call out Jekyll for certain actions, however that's because he feigns ignorance. -Although Jekyll trusts Utterson with the negatives of himself, he knows Utterson does tent to go overboard with trying to mend a situation so he keeps a bit to himself. -He envies Utterson for being so…himself without risking people outcasting him. -Has actually managed to genuinely upset him, which is difficult. Utterson didn't speak to him for nearly a month. Lanyon had to be the negotiator for once. He stopped being upset after a day. He may seem reasonable but he is also extremely petty.

Guest

-Jekyll wasn't one hundred percent on having someone so young handle his finances but soon came around when he realized it would lighten the work load on Utterson. -Quite likes Guest once they started talking. -Taught him how to play cards. Started losing to him at cards.

Enfield

-Met him when he was a child but after that he hadn't seen him again until the incident (where he didn't recognize him). -He sort of reminds him of someone…oh well.

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Utterson x Everyone

Jekyll

-When they first met he was reading a book and Jekyll asked him about it but he didn't want to hold a conversation. Jekyll suggests sharing the silence then, which did spark Utterson's interest. -Utterson understands that Jekyll likes to keep to himself as he does but also wishes he'd actually trust him more with his troubles. It's a bit hypocritical on his part and he knows this. -Got him hair ribbons and accessories to show his support. -Although he enjoys his company, he sometimes thinks Jekyll prefers Lanyon over him due to how differently he acts between the two.

Lanyon

-Annoying (Affectionate) -He ends up being both a baby sitter and dog sitter for him sometimes. He still isn't sure how he gets put into that position so easily. -Lanyon is a good person to talk to with reasonable solutions but sometimes he can be really unreasonable when he's clouded by his emotions. -He's a bit too 'touchy' for his liking but at this point diverging the course of a river would be easier than telling him to not hug him at every greeting. He's come to term with it . Afterall, it's not so bad if it's him. -Thinks the arguments between him and Jekyll are ridiculous, but entertaining. If he asks them what they were arguing about they end up forgetting. He can't help but to laugh. -Before they met at boarding school, Jekyll would send letters about him and their adventures. It made him want to be more involved. -Sometimes he envied how outgoing and good with people Lanyon is. -He likes to hear him talk. His voice is full of life and charm.

Poole

-Likes Mr. Poole. -Utterson's parents send him stuff like fabrics and vegetables as he is a regular customer at his mom's shop. -If Poole hadn't come to the shop he wouldn't have met Jekyll and by extension Lanyon. -Finds his work ethics impressive and wishes to make him proud as if he was his own parent.

Enfield

-Enfield's mother is Utterson's mother's sister (aunty but it's vital you know which side).. -When Utterson last saw him he was 10. Poor Utterson (and his siblings) were very confused as to who he was when he returned nearly two decades later! -The two get along rather well despite their opposing personalities (not in the same sense of Utterson with Lanyon). -Before Enfield's migration, they saw each other on some New Years' days when Enfield was still a kid. -He thinks he's learned some…questionable behaviours. He doesn't like tea and drinks coffee without anything in there. He once saw his cooking outside. -Whenever something involves Enfield, Utterson has to be mentioned since he is his emergency contact. (luckily it's never serious)

Guest

-Utterson hired him as Guest was having a difficult time searching for work, especially after separating from his family. -After discovering why, Mr. Utterson still kept him around. -Enjoys having him around to either chat or just sit in silence with while working. -It took a bit of convincing on Guest's part (alongside Jekyll and Lanyon who worried he'd overwork himself if he didn't some help) as Utterson wasn't entirely thrilled with someone being at his work place but decided to give him a chance after hearing he was a good conversationalist.

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Lanyon x Everyone

Jekyll

-He grinds his gears (affectionate). -They bicker like brothers and just as quickly make up without needing to apologize directly. -Both his wife and Jekyll seem to make it their duty to tease him endlessly, why had he done this to himself. -When his mother died in their youth, Jekyll held his hand and had a sleep over. -Always says he's finished with him and his antics but they always end up reconciling. I believe if he hadn't died they might have done so again. -The two are always touching each other, whether with a shoulder slung over, a hug, a pat on the back or linked arms. -Was a bit protective of Jekyll and didn't like his parents or some of the destructive things he did. -Didn't like when Jekyll was growing his hair out but eventually learned to style hair thanks to his sister. He's begun to think that Jekyll only invites him over just to do it.

Utterson

-The definition of opposites. If they weren't seen together you'd think they wouldn't know each other. -Because of this, they aren't likely to be around each other for too long, however that does not mean they don't enjoy each other's company. -Where Utterson may press, Lanyon will recede, sometimes causing situations to get out of hand. Luckily they never get too far. -He doesn't understand him sometimes but he tries his best not to be too physical with him since it makes him uncomfortable. Sometimes however, he gets a away with it. -Utterson appears like a very relaxed individual who always knows what he's doing, people like him without him doing much. It's quite admirable. -He can chat a mile with Utterson around and knows he's still listening. -He wishes he'd stop drinking so much, both as his friend and doctor. He once tried to 'borrow' a cup of water from him after a walk over to his house only to find out that it was liquor. Utterson it is 9am.

Poole

-He feels indebted to him for the care he showed him when he was younger. The food he sent him and the stories he told them in the dimly lit space of Jekyll's room made him forget what it was like to be alone. -Gives him check ups whenever he can, even if he may say that he's fine. That guy's health is very important, free of charge! Jekyll will pay.

Guest

-He handles his finances as well at Utterson's law farm. A smart young lad! -Thinks he's a bit small for his age though. Perhaps he'll allow him to make him a hearty meal one day.

Enfield

-Cute kid! He remembers playing cops and Robbers with him. -Gave him a big hug when they met again.

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Guest x Everyone

Utterson

-Thinks he's a good boss, although he wishes he'd actually communicate directly with his clients rather than using him as a medium. -They 'talk' about their lives and clients with each other. It's a huge relief for both of them. -Subjected to a lot of his puns and jokes. Everyday is torture. -Utterson helped him to pick out some clothes when he started working under him. Style is a must when working under Utterson/j.

Enfield

-As they both know Utterson they interact sometimes. -Guest is still dumbfounded as to how the two (Utterson and Enfield) are related. -Rarely interact with each other but Guest thinks Enfield is rambunctious.

Poole

-Reminds him of an uncle. -He get's lunch from him that reminds him of home.

Jekyll

-Respects Jekyll, however, he had heard some things he'd rather not relay to Mr. Utterson. Even if it was to confirm or deny. The risk wasn't worth it.

Lanyon

-Homely father figure. -Has considered making him his doctor but he'd rather not risk anything.

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Enfield x (almost) Everyone

Utterson

-His favourite cousin (more or less). He may say that he doesn't want to leave him house but he knows that actually means he just lacks the motivation. That's okay! He shall be there. -Enfield tries to get Utterson to go out more. It's a gradual work in progress. -Thinks that he needs to relax more, try going to the theatre like he used to. However, Utterson always finds a way to not go. Eventually he stopped trying there but he did manage to make walking the street a common thing. -He's very reserved on the surface. Although, now when Enfield thinks about it, maybe he's just actually like that. Maybe he's shy? (no.) -Tries to get him to smile where he can, even though it only seems to make Utterson less willing to do so. -He doesn't like playing any strategy based games with him because he someone always wins.

Lanyon

-Barely remembers him but Utterson talks highly of him, albeit in a round about way.

Jekyll

-Doesn't remember much about him but Utterson and Guest speak highly of him. Maybe one day he'll be as respectable as him.

Guest

-Rarely interact with each other but Enfield wishes Guest would be more open. He thinks hanging around Utterson is making him 'too quiet'.

Poole: They don't know each other.

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Poole x (almost) Everyone

Jekyll

-He understands that children become more closed off when they grow older but…why did it have to happen to him! -Such things are expected…at least he turned out fine for the most part. -His mother had the whole house terrified if anyone interacted with the young master. He only got the pass because Jekyll's dad found out after he was fired without him knowing. -He was distant with him after being threatened by her but it broke his heart when the young Jekyll thought it was his fault. -Did everything in his power to ensure that Jekyll could have some semblance of a normal childhood, even if that was limited and risky. -Happy he found friends to which he could be close with. -Jekyll is still as sneaky as he was as a kid as he is now. -Sometimes he'd find the doctor try to seek comfort from him as he used to with a hug. Some things never change…

Lanyon

-When he first met Lanyon, he already discovered his intention of using Jekyll for his own benefits. However, despite that, he treated him as the friend Jekyll terribly needed. With some care, he found that Lanyon's intentions soon turned genuine. -Tried to make his visits as enjoyable as possible when he was younger. -Convinced Lanyon's step father to send him to boarding school with Jekyll rather than separating them. It was a risk meddling with lives however it went as hoped for him. -Very relieved with how Lanyon tuned out. Although he wish he'd stop nearly squishing him when he hugged him.

Utterson

-He was a quiet kid overall and Poole is glad he turned out so well. -His parents have helped him multiple times when it came to organization, management and how to ensure a child reaches their fullest potential although that wasn't entirely his job. -Jekyll and Utterson once returned from the creek covered in mud. Utterdad had never been so amused that his son was capable of such activities. Poor Poole is truly using all his luck when being responsible for them.

Guest

-Poole has had some interactions with Guest as it relates to finances due to him working at the firm where Jekyll keeps his funding. -Guest sometimes gets snacks from when he visits Jekyll's house on work.

Enfield: They don't know each other.

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Bonus:

Hyde (23~28)

-looks like their mother -Has a cleft lip. -Due to their chemical make-up, he gives the impression of a ruffian, however she doesn't do anything that would cause that much of a ruckus outside of the area they are in. How else would they have hidden their presence form his friends? -Bribes her way into doing odd jobs when bored. -Unless they say what they were, the person asking wouldn't know. But where's the fun in telling, unless it has its advantages. -The clip in their hair is actually a repurposed tie clip from Utterson. -Oddly flexible, oddly agile.

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Hyde x Everyone

Lanyon -Lanyon doesn't notice them but there was a cup of coffee that appeared at the stand when he forgot his pouch at home. -Almost got hit by a carriage when he wasn't paying attention but a strong tug pulled him back. Before he could confront the person for felling him, they seemed to have never existed. Maybe his coat got caught on something?

Utterson -Utterson doesn't like him but he can't bring himself to hate him on account that he's oddly familiar. -Sometime Hyde surprises him with when shows actual 'kind' behaviour or sports a genuine smile. (Jekyll forgets he is Hyde sometimes)

Poole -They remind them of Jekyll when he was younger. He's a lot more unruly in comparison however and Poole does not have the energy to keep up like he used to. -Thinks that Hyde is a secret child of Jekyll as a result but he isn't going to ask.

Guest -Asks for money from a separate account via Guest which is convenient since Utterson doesn't interact directly with his clients. -Guest often forgets Hyde every time he returns but then he partially remembers him because of his 'vibe' and when he uses the same account upon returning. -Guest only wonders what they do as a job but he's not getting paid to question.

Enfield

-Hyde thinks Enfield is annoying because he keeps imposing on his actions with his sense of justice and as an officer he's even more persistent. -Enfield thinks they are a ruffian but blames it on Hyde being young (Although Hyde said they were the same age). Thinks he could 'fix' them to be a proper individual, like him for example. -(I know Jekyll canonically never met Enfield before the incident but my vers. has Jekyll and Lanyon partially meeting Enfield when J.U.L. were still in boarding and visited Utterson's home during break)

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what-if-nct · 2 years

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Alright so- I just realised that I get grossed out when I see vag*nas when I’m trying to find guy porn and sometimes I don’t want to (but not grossed out) to see p*nudes when I want to look up some upsk*rt pics. However, not only that but I’m very picky with the pictures I wanted.

Firstly, it cannot be a blonde woman. I don’t know why I don’t like that hair colour so much (especially on white people) and I’ve been having that ever since I was very young. I hated the fact that a barbie doll was this perfectly pale hourglass blonde and not a brunette with slightly smaller body portions instead.

Secondly, I don’t like thick or bigger body sizes — huge turn offs for me. Not to say that they aren’t gorgeous in their own ways, but when I’m in this state of literally needing to burst a nut, I would prefer someone slim or an average size. I feel like K-pop did change my standards a bit, but of course they don’t need to look exactly like them to be my type. (Also they can have leg hair, but not too much)

Thirdly, the professional/amateur photoshoots involving upsk*rts (even that reddit page too) doesn’t feel authentic and it kinda takes away the magic that in the fet*sh. I usually prefer those videos where it’s something like “peeking under my partner’s skirt” but minus the talking, sex, and basically turn it into a voyeur show. Plus, I found that watching real couples are much more enjoyable than amateur actors since their orgasms tend to be much more real and unfiltered. However, it is a little bit risky since you could bump into someone’s revenge porn or leaked nudes. But overall yeah…

Also I love watching some gay porn and upskirt pics. That’s all I ever do over on those sites.

I think everyone is pretty picky with what they want watch, but the pickiness makes it really really hard to find exactly what you like to watch. I think wanting realism is a common want cause porn is a production and is staged and it lacks actual feeling, which I think finding a couple or anyone who you know it's 100% of their own hands and mind and it's something they want to do is best cause I can't say the same for the manufactured kind, it's quite soulless in more ways then one. I personally if I do want to watch it it has to resemble my real life as much as possible so I go for bigger women, black women, and then with skinny little white men. So for me it's easy to find things but I rarely do cause in my imagination it's Me and Johnny, Jungwoo, Hyunjin, Yuta, Bangchan.....all five....I don't know if I just have really good imagination but I can easily feel what I'm imagining. is that weird?

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Haikyuu huh? I have a little question on it! What’s your opinion on platonic Yandere coach Ukai?

Well I can't really talk about platonic yandere Ukai without talking about platonic yandere team Karasuno.

I'm imagining a reader who was getting bullied by a rival school's ruffians and some members of the team (like Daichi, Suguwara, Asahi) saw her and came to her aid. To thank them, she made cupcakes for everyone the next day. And then gradually, they all became very protective of her.

They made her attend their matches and even stay after school to watch them practice. The thing is, Y/n isn't even the least bit interested in volleyball. But everytime she's tried to come up with an excuse to leave, hell even saying flat out no, it's always Daichi who manipulates her into staying. Saying something along the lines of "Why do you not want to stay? Are we that terrible?" Or "please stay, Y/n. We won't be- I won't be at ease if you leave without anyone of us walking you back home." Or "No. You'll stay here. If you've got homework, I'll help you. I passed your class with flying colours, so you'll be just fine." And it's just so hard to say no to your seniors.

Eventually, you're somehow forced into becoming a team manager. You don't know how, you don't even remember saying yes to anything like this to their coach, but you have a feeling that they all conspired. Not to mention, you kind of overhead their teacher Takeda talking to yours about letting you skip the last two classes to help out with the team.

You've tries being a terrible manager, hoping that they'd fire you when they realise what an inconvenience you are. You even stopped helping Kiyoku with manager duties in hopes that she'll complain about you to the coach, but no. They didn't get mad at you or your behaviour. If anything, it's like they enjoyed you sitting idly while everyone worked their asses of. Like it was expected of you to be so... useless?

Helpless would be a better word.

Because that's how they saw you. A small, helpless girl that's more of a sibling to them than a school junior, someone they absolutely needed to guide, protect, coddle.

Suguwara and Asahi are just as protective of you as Daichi, just less manipulative. Suguwara likes to pester you with a lot of questions, intrusive questions. "Oh where were you last night at 9:30? Who was the guy you were having lunch with? Relative or boyfriend? It better not be the latter one. And why did you throw away the sandwich I made for you? 'It had beets?' Last I checked you were only allergic to nuts, not vegetables. Lucky for you, I made you another one. And I'm not leaving until you eat every last bite."

Asahi is your typical himbo brother who although looks like he'd break every bone in your body (he can but he wont) but is actually a huge worry wart. "Y/n? Your teacher told me you've been dosing off in class. Is that true? Why haven't you been sleeping? Is something keeping you up? You can't be missing sleep. I told you take naps, you didn't take them did you? You know what, why don't you take a nap right here, right now. No, you can lay your head in my lap instead of the bench. Huh? Well you can wear these headphones and I'll play you some ocean sounds!"

And then there's Tsukishima who likes to bully you, like the typical jerk brother. But he means well, even though its really hard to see how when he keeps ratting you to the team about you trying to skip class to go home early instead of waiting for them until practice is over and they get to walk you home. At least Yamaguchi reels the blonde in whenever he's being too mean to you.

You never thought your social battery would run out so fast until you met Hinata, Nishinoya and Tanaka. You can't stand them. They're always dragging you away whenever you're talking to someone who is not on the team, telling you that it's better for you to spend time with them than with anyone else. They don't even give you the courtesy of giving you choices like Daichi and Sugawara do, granted they are limited, but still it's better than having your decisions be made for you. Honestly, you'd much rather spend the whole day being gently lectured by Asahi for choking on saliva than spend longer than 10 minutes with them.

You initially liked Kageyama. He was quite, minded his business and didn't pester you with weird questions or shit. But... he stared. He stared when he thought you weren't looking. Like from under the bleachers, when your back is turned away from him or during matches from the court, especially whenever he scored. And his face is just void of emotion, yet he manages to instill some depth of fear in you.

You don't like being with the team alone, but you definitely don't like being with them whenever there's another team from a rival school. They all become weird, and even though you've already been forced into wearing the team's jersey, they force you into a couple more before completely hiding you from the rival team's sight.

Now, the possibility of other yandere teams is just🤩🤩🤩

#yandere Karasuno #yandere daichi #yandere daichi sawamura #yandere sugawara #yandere Asahi #yandere haikyuu #yandere Nishinoya #yandere Kageyama #yandere taneka #yandere hinata #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader

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bibliosophist · 2 years

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My mouse had a stroke and I accidentally unfollowed you while trying to send this ask D:

Yesterday I thought of a small scenario. Imagine a MC that loves birds/animals and used to feed birds (using a bird feeder/leaving seed and nuts outside of their window) in the human world. So when they see the little Devildom birds, they put some food for them on their window sill and whenever a bird comes around to eat, MC coos at them and speaks in a cutsie voice bc the birds are so adorable. And of course the brothers burst into the room (because apparently MC doesn't deserve privacy) and catch them doing so.

The Brothers with a Disney Princess!MC.

Fluff with a side of stupidity. Also, I hate referring to animals as “it”, like they’re inanimate objects. So I’m not going to.

Lucifer

Walks into the courtyard one morning to see the resident peacock with his tail feathers spread wide open, colours on full display.

That’s unusual. He hasn’t seen any hens nearby.

Then he rounds the corner and sees you sitting on a bench, a book balanced on one knee and a small bucket of berries beside you.

Of course you’re feeding the bird.

The arrogant, self-important, often violent bird.

Like it’s the most normal thing in the whole world.

His heart grows three sizes that day.

Mammon

Strolls into your room uninvited (as usual) to see you standing at your open window with a small tub of food, a large black bird on the sil in front of you.

Are you... feeding a crow?

One of his crow familiars???

And just when this boy thought he had his feelings for you under control, too.

There is no coming back from this. The Great Mammon is done for.

Hey, hold on.

Did HIS familiar just drop a fucking ring in your lap?!

Wait... THAT’S HIS RING!

Leviathan

Catches you feeding the fish in the pond at the Demon Lord’s castle.

Aw, that’s so cute... Waitaminute, is that a jar of Henry’s food in your hand?!

When did you- How did you-

Is torn between melting and exploding.

Once he calms down he considers inviting you next time he goes to visit Lotan.

Clearly you like aquatic creatures. It’s still romantic if you’re feeding them havoc devil quarters instead of fish flakes, right?

Satan

Watches you slipping treats to the “stray” cats living in the garden.

Wants to remind you that they are on a strict feeding schedule and that the treats have little nutritional value, but-

One of the cats jumps into your lap, standing on their back legs to butt you with their furry little head.

His heart.

Immediately puts in an order for a dozen of Madame Scream’s famous macarons. The cats aren’t the only ones who deserve treats for being so cute.

Asmodeus

Loves to watch you garden. He’s so impressed with the way you’ve adapted to working with the unique flora of the Devildom.

Plus, the way the moonlight dances across your skin? He may or may not have an entire album on his phone dedicated to photos of you in the garden.

Just a minute... What’s that over by the fence?

Oh no! It’s making its way over to you!

Opens his mouth to shout a warning, but then you bend down and... oh.

Yep, that’s a wild Caerbannog Rabbit, and you’ve just picked them up. Like a housecat.

And now you’re feeding them from the garden.

Is impressed by your kindness and stupidity bravery. Is also a little bit afraid of you now.

Mourning the loss of the salad you promised him.

Beelzebub

Finds you crouched down on the back porch holding out a spoon filled with what smells like sugar water.

What’s that next to you? Is that... a fly?

It is. It’s an exhausted little fly and he’s having a sip of the nectar you made.

Wait. Did you do this on purpose?

It certainly looks that way.

But aren’t humans meant to be repulsed by flies?

He’s subconsciously shifted into his demon form and his wings are rubbing together in joy.

Belphegor

Is enjoying a lazy picnic with you in a nearby meadow. His head is pillowed in your lap and he’s never felt more content.

His eyes have just slid shut when there’s a hot whumph of air in his face.

How in the fuck did a wild cow sneak up on the two of you???

Sits up just as the cow drops to their belly beside you, nosing through the remainder of your lunch.

Sadboi has an intense emotion when you throw your arms around the cow’s neck and offer them a biscuit.

This wild animal has bodily shoved their way into your life and you just... embraced them.

Is once again amazed that creatures like you and him can exist in the same universe.

Decides that the cow can stay, but there’s no way he’s sharing your lap.

A/N: Did you know that flies can act as pollinators? Yes, they may require a flesh sacrifice in exchange, but who doesn’t? Check out this article fore more information.

#obey me shall we date #shall we date: obey me #obey me #obey me fic #obey me fluff #obey me demons #obey me brothers #demon brothers

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ahloveisboo · 3 years

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game on (m)

pairing: gamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!reader (soonyoung makes an appearance)

genre: smut (18+), established relationship, cock warming but make it soft, comfort sex, unprotected sex, swearing, implied auditory voyeurism if that is A Thing but it doesn’t have to be if you’re not into that.

wc: 2.1k

summary: it’s been a shitty day and all you want to do is be close to wonwoo.

a/n: i literally finished writing this last night and this morning i stumbled onto THIS. which i had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT and i want you to know that is exactly how i pictured him and i’m in l*ve with him and i would give him my left arm if he ever needed it

"I can't fucking do this anymore."

You puff the hair out of your eyes as your bag clatters to the floor, your jacket aggressively thrown onto a chair even though you and Wonwoo had agreed to not let clothes linger around the house.

The love of your life is lounging on the sofa—clad in a simple t-shirt and shorts, a headset on top of his unkempt hair, and a PlayStation controller in his hand. There are a few empty cans of soda littered around the furniture, and a scented candle burning on the coffee table to his right.

"Wonwoo," you whine, a dramatic pout etched on your lips. You're irritated, to say the least, and it weighs down on your limbs as you shuffle closer to the sofa. With each step though, your annoyance miraculously fades, and the final remnants of any unease melt away when your lover reaches a hand out to you, beckoning you closer.

"Oh hey, sweet cheeks," he greets you, his eyebrows shooting up in pleasant surprise. "I didn't expect you home so early."

You know you should've given him a heads-up. "I took the afternoon off," you explain as you come up to straddle his lap, cupping both cheeks with your palms before planting a firm kiss on his lips. It crooks the glasses on top of his nose a little, but he doesn't seem to mind. You feel the corners of his mouth perk up, and you can't help but follow suit. Leaning back a little, you brush his choppy fringe out of his face, letting your hand rest at the nape of his neck. "I couldn't handle one more second of old men assuming they can do my job better than me."

"Dude, stop feeling up your girlfriend, I need cover," a voice comes over the mic, blaring straight into his headphones. Wonwoo clicks his tongue.

"If your point was to sound bitter about having to nut into your own fist every night, you succeeded," Wonwoo retorts before easily picking off an enemy right behind on-screen Soonyoung. You make yourself smaller, so he gets a full view of the tv. "You're welcome," he adds, and Soonyoung's laughter can be heard coming from the other side of the voice chat.

"Touché."

"You're so cool," you murmur against the skin of his collarbones, neatly settling further onto his lap. "And such a nerd. But like, the hot kind." At this, he barks out a laugh; the sound like music to your ears.

It takes a little squirming and trying to make yourself fit into his embrace without interrupting the game too much, and you sigh in content when you find the perfect position. Wonwoo's hips buck up on instinct as you move around, and he shoots you an apologetic smile when you brush your lips against his jaw in response.

"It was just…. A really shitty day, you know," you say in tiny, the words barely a whisper as you lazily rock against him. Wonwoo instantly picks up the hint, already hardening underneath you.

He pushes his mic up, muting it in one swift motion so Soonyoung doesn't overhear. “Do you want to fuck?”

You nuzzle into his neck, lazily nipping at the skin. “I just want to feel you, I think.”

Wonwoo manages a soft chuckle and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Give me a second to end the game."

"It's okay," you say, as his hand moves to unmute his mic. "You can continue playing if you want."

The look he gives you in response is almost comical. "I'll sit still, I promise." You give him a quick peck on the lips, and Wonwoo's reluctance dissolves in an instant.

Shifting uncomfortably, you take off your jeans as Wonwoo pulls down his shorts, cock visibly strained against his briefs now. He curtly speaks into his mic, taking note of something Soonyoung's character just did on-screen behind you.

A few seconds pass before you move, taking in all of Wonwoo before you first. He's always been handsome—his sharp features turning more than a few heads. He's bulked up since you first got together (which made him even sexier if that was possible), with his shoulders now broader and his arms toned to perfection, but your favourite part of him has always been his eyes. There's something inherently gentle about them; a warm brown colour that shines whenever he laughs, or darkens whenever he glances up at you from between your legs.

Something clenches in your chest when Wonwoo turns to meet your gaze, a smile on his lips. Something similar happens in your gut when he reaches out to touch you over your panties. The gesture isn't demanding or lustful, and you sigh into the feeling.

Wonwoo slips past your folds, two fingers checking if you're slick enough to take him without extra help. The corner of his mouth tugs into a smirk, but he swallows the words on the tip of his tongue, knowing they don't fit the mood you're after.

As soon as he fills you up, your form slacks against his chest. It's comforting in having him this close, being this intimate with the man that makes your heart burst in the best way possible. Your arms snake around his waist, your cheek now resting against his shoulder.

"Can you move forward just a tiny bit so I can koala-wrap myself around you?" you mumble against the fabric of his shirt, and there's a sharp intake of breath from him when he lifts his hips to comply, his cock moving inside you.

Soonyoung mistakes it for a disappointed reaction to his failed offence, and you can hear his voice through the headphones over Wonwoo's ears. Wonwoo is quick to reply, his low tone reverberating through his chest and vibrating against your cheek.

Another thing you love about him, that voice of his. You could listen to him talk for hours. Which you hope he does, and is the reason you told him to keep playing in the first place.

There's no sound but the dull clicking of Wonwoo's controller and machine-gun fire coming from his headphones for a while, and you can feel your body begin to relax—all the tension previously stored between your shoulder blades now slipping off you, like raindrops sliding down a window.

Wonwoo's a decent size; not too big to sting when he first fucks you, but big enough to always make you feel so full, so satisfied. It's something you're not afraid to reiterate every so often, which he appreciates in the right context (you once let it slip at movie night when you were beyond horny, and Wonwoo had to excuse himself ten minutes later because he had no idea your mouth could be so foul, and he didn't want his friends to see the obvious problem in his pants).

He lasts longer than you thought he would—too caught up in his game to notice how every little move he makes in reaction to whatever is unfolding on screen is starting to affect you. It's subtle, the way he moves inside you, but the thrusts are sharp and clean as he moves the controller to one side and back, his body jolting forward when Soonyoung fails to cover him and his screen flashes red. It isn't until you clench around him, that he stills.

As your fingers tangle into his hair at the base of his neck, you tilt your head, waiting for a quiet moment to lift his headphones just enough to tell him, "Okay, now I want to fuck."

To accentuate the words, you gently lift your hips, sinking back down just as slowly, only to repeat the action once more. Wonwoo groans in response, his hand gripping your waist to stop you, and you lean back to watch his face for any signs that he might not want this. You interpret his actions as rejecting your advances, but soon he's pushing up your t-shirt to grope at your breasts, and you moan when he thumbs over one of your sensitive nubs.

"I heard that," Soonyoung's voice comes over the headset, and you're already too worked up to care. Wonwoo smiles when you roll your hips, grinding onto his cock in slow motions. He licks his lips, gaze trained on yours as he drops the controller onto the floor.

"Goodbye, Soonyoung," he says into the mic before taking off the headset, not even bothering to mute it.

You half expect him to be rough. To pin you down on the sofa and rail you into oblivion. Instead, he kisses you. The kind of kiss that makes your head spin—slow and hot, his tongue lapping against yours languidly. There are little, sweet pecks in between. One on your nose, one on your cheek, one on your eyelids, and you giggle into the kiss when he pulls you back in for what seems the nth time. His cock is still buried inside of you, snug and warm, unmoving, until you buck your hips to meet his and he groans.

“Quit stalling, Jeon,” you sigh into his mouth. Your teeth graze along his lower lip before stopping at the corner of his mouth, kissing the edge of his smile. “If you don’t touch me this instant, I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

He glances between you, to where your bodies meet, and gently lifts his hips to move out of you. “I bet I could make you cum untouched right now,” he says, tentatively swiping a finger between your folds again. You quiver in his arms, already too sensitive from having him inside you for so long, and you hate how he’s probably right.

“Maybe so, but where’s the fun in that?”

“I get to use my dirty talk voice,” he offers, already lowering his tone to make a point. “Tell you all the things I would do if I were to touch you.” You clench around nothing, suddenly feeling too empty to your liking. “You can blow me after.”

Every nerve in your body is on edge, skin crawling in anticipation, and you desperately want to say no. But Wonwoo’s eyes are sparkling as he hovers over you, and god, he’s so fucking hot. At this point, you are positively soaked, pussy throbbing and aching for his touch, anything he’d be willing to offer, and he’s still smiling at you.

“Fuck me now and I’ll still blow you after.”

Wonwoo pouts, but instinctively lowers himself to kiss you when you hook your ankles behind his back, pulling him closer to you again. When he pushes back in, you’re scared you won’t last long. You tell him as much, and he shakes his head in feigned disbelief. “Quelle surprise,” he mocks, and he jerks his pelvis forward, easily bottoming out before pulling back out, repeating to build up a steady rhythm. It’s agonisingly slow, his cock curving just the right way to hit the spot over and over again, and your breath hitches with every thrust. “Want me to go faster?” he asks, tongue lapping at the abused skin right below your collarbone, where his mouth just successfully marked you as his. You shake your head no, unable to speak.

As tension builds in your abdomen, your eyes fall shut, your eyebrows knit together, and your lips shape into a silent O. Wonwoo feels his heart rate increase when your breath starts to shudder with every exhale. He can tell you’re trying to hold back your moans and he really wishes you wouldn't. “Use your words, baby,” he says, his voice cracking as he pushes into you again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want- hnnng, fuck,” you manage, right when his thumb presses down on your clit, and your back arches off the sofa. “Keep going. I’mhhmmmmm- almost there.”

A few more trusts have you toppling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. Wonwoo presses his lips to yours, swallowing the moans that finally push their way out of your throat. Your thighs shake as he ploughs into you a few more times, finally picking up speed to chase his own climax.

It's not long until Wonwoo half collapses on top of you, chest to chest, and he chuckles as both of you struggle to catch your breath.

"Still want me to suck you off?" you ask, half in jest, but you did promise.

He pushes a stray lock of hair from your sweaty forehead, his hand stopping to rest against your cheek. "Maybe later." You beam at him and suddenly the room falls quiet, now that your breathing has levelled out. There's a faint rattle of gunfire coming from behind the sofa, and you exchange glances as something dawns on you both.

"Did you mute your—"

“Oh shit, Soonyoung—“

#caratwritersclub #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo scenario #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenario #wonwoo x reader #i had to get this one out of my system thanks #the more i read it the more i doubt it so i'm just going to. PRESS POST.

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theimprobabledreamersworld · 2 years

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Day 4- Puns/Symbolism

We’re already on day 4 of Moceit Week!

I know this is techincally based around flowers as well, but I went to a garden show at the weekend and these kinda puns were all I could think about haha.

No warnings, just fluff and terrible puns

Writing taglist: @psychedelicships @red-imeanblue @lost-in-thought-20 @jwillowwolf @the-duke-of-nuts @lily-janus

@moceit-appreciation-week

Falling Head Clover Heels

“Jan? Where are we going?” Patton asked curiously as he kept tugging at the blindfold covering his eyes. Janus tutted playfully and pulled Patton’s hand away before concentrating on the road once again. Patton giggled and kept his hands in his lap falling unusually silent, it was still a comfortable silence as they let the music flood through the car.

Janus smiled at how adorable Patton was, he had been talking about this garden show for weeks so he hoped that Patton would enjoy the surprise. It had been a rough week for both of them, and he wanted to give Patton a break from everything. This week caused some realisations as well for Janus. Patton walking into the same room would cause Janus to smile immediately, and every thought of Patton caused him to smile, no matter how he was feeling. When Patton came home upset a couple of days prior to the trip, he came over to where Janus was sitting on the sofa and cuddled up to him. Janus tried to desperately ignore the blush on his face and how his heart was skipping a beat. All little things which added to a much bigger picture. He was categorically developing feelings for Patton, and he had no idea what to do about that.

He was so caught up in thoughts and listening to Patton hum along to the music that he almost missed the turning into the show. Patton yelped at the sharp turn before giggling again, Janus squeezed his shoulder to apologise, before pulling into the car park. He ran around to open the door for Patton and guided him away from the car. Janus slowly removed the blindfold from Patton’s eyes and watched as Patton blinked rapidly in the light, then squealed in excitement.

“Jan! You remembered!” Patton exclaimed before kissing Janus on the cheek. He stood frozen to the spot, the blush clearly evident on his face.

“O-of course I did. I always remember things you tell me. Besides, we both need a break after the week we’ve had.” Janus breath hitched initially before his confidence returned. Patton was being such a distraction and causing his suave attitude to fade away. It was a blessing and curse with Patton, he made Janus feel vulnerable, and he was the only person who Janus could let his guard down with.

Patton grabbed Janus’ hand before pulling him over to the first stall, marvelling at all of the flowers on display. Janus had to admit, all the colours looked beautiful, not as beautiful as Patton but that was besides the point. He smiled as Patton walked over to him with a small plant in his hands.

“Do you have the thyme? I need to get somewhere around tree o’clock.” Patton smirked, proud of his pun and Janus groaned playfully in response. He wandered off once again to go and buy the herb, claiming he needed even more herbs in the little garden he has in the kitchen. He waited as Patton stroked the dog who was lying next to its owner before making his way back to Janus. He grabbed Janus’ hand once again and pulled them both over to the opposite tent.

This time, it was full of fresh flowers arranged into incredible shapes and Patton stared at all of them, Janus could see Patton trying to work out if he could buy all of them. They saw a planter shaped like a dog with a mix of blue and yellow flowers, and he immediately knew that he was buying it for Patton. He looked around and noticed that Patton wasn’t standing by his side, instead he was waving to Janus frantically from the other end of the tent.

“Look! Those new shoots are wrapped around each other, definitely BFFs. Best buds forever.” Patton exclaimed, the pride in his voice was apparent. Janus groaned while smiling and shaking his head. He realised that Patton is going to do this all day, but surprisingly, he didn’t mind in the slightest. Once again, he felt his hand being grabbed by Patton but he stopped himself from being pulled away.

“Actually Darling. I’ll catch you up? I just want to have a look at something. You head on and I’ll be there in a minute.” He smiled reassuringly as Patton playfully glared initially, but then he beamed at Janus and skipped off further down the market. Janus headed back to that planter shaped like a dog and grabbed it without hesitation. He paid and asked to pick it up later before heading out of the tent, he scoured the crowd searching for Patton. He wandered up and down a few tents and began to worry when he couldn’t find Patton anywhere. Janus frantically tried to get out his phone to call Patton, but he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He spun around to a grinning Patton holding a bunch of flowers at Janus.

“Hey Jan? Are you feeling bouquet?” Janus sighed in relief and reluctantly chuckled at the pun before pulling Patton into a hug. Patton hugged back enthusiastically and then pulled away. He smiled as he held the flowers out of Janus, who took them happily.

“I just thought I had lost you, that’s all.” He couldn’t hide the concern in his eyes, but in this moment, just the two of them surrounded by nature and all the brightly coloured flowers… Janus couldn’t stop thinking about one thing, and one thing alone. He knew what he was going to do about those feelings now. Patton furrowed his brow and tilted his head to the side, another gesture that Janus found adorable. He realised he was just staring at Patton, which was made more apparent when Patton waved his hand in front of Janus’ eyes. He blinked a few times before looking at Patton again, smiling softly at the thought of what he was going to do next.

“A peony for your thoughts?” Patton asked softly, smirking slightly but stepping closer to Janus. This was it, the puns confirmed everything for him. He gently grabbed the cardigan around Patton’s shoulders and pulled him closer. Then kissed him when it was clear that Patton wasn’t wanting to pull away, he felt Patton freeze for a second in surprise but then kissed him back almost immediately. The world was forgotten for a moment, and the show was just background noise, it was only the two of them in this moment. They pulled away, smiling once again. Patton took Janus’ hand and pulled him to one tent in particular. He pointed at a delicate purple flower and rested his head on Janus’ shoulder.

“I lilac you, Jan.” Janus felt his heart skip a beat once again as he slowly interlocked a hand with Patton’s as he spoke. He looked around the tent and found the perfect plant. He turned Patton around, pointing at a bright red flower.

“And I like you a lily more each day, darling.”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts patton #ts janus #moceit #pre romantic moceit #friends to lovers kinda #ts patton sanders #ts janus sanders #fluff #terrible puns #ts fanfiction #sanders sides fics

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goonification · 3 years

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yungi smut

[18+] Mingi gets hard before stages and has no idea why. Neither does Yunho but he’s happy to help.

The fast-paced voice of a MC echoed through the hallways over a loudspeaker to introduce the lineup for the night’s show. No one was listening too carefully though to the tinny voice, as the livestream usually only acted as a reminder that, in the same building, the Music Bank stage was soon to be lively with performances for the next 90 minutes. It wasn’t uncommon for the muffled sounds of the host to be overshadowed by the busy chatter of stressed out staff and excited idols, donning various elaborate and colourful outfits.

It was less than an hour until Ateez were supposed to be rounded up and ushered to the wings of the stage, prepared to give the nth performance of their most recent comeback.

While most idols we’re counting down the minutes to their upcoming stages, Mingi was rushing back to his group’s green room, hoping to god it was empty.

He scuttled through the crowds, politely bowing at passing staff and tucking behind ongoing interviews to not draw attention to himself. A lanky, 6ft man with a hand on his crotch lumbering through the background of someone’s acrostic poem segment would be bound to draw the wrong kind of online attention.

Hand grasping the doorknob of their assigned green room with relief, the sounds of the hallways were snuffed with the thick door shutting behind him.

He gave the space a quick once-over, falling at ease when he found it seemingly empty. With the room barren of members or staff, Mingi pressed his back to the door as a makeshift lock and shamelessly dropped his pants below his waist.

This wasn’t an uncommon scenario.

There are plenty of different ways that the human body can react to a stressful situation. Some people overthink to the point of a headache. Others have physical reactions, like shaking or sweating. Some people even feel faint or collapse.

However, Song Mingi got boners. Plain and simple. He doesn’t know why it happens. Often, he doesn’t even know when it’ll happen.

The regularity of stage fright had faded away to a fear of the past. With the exception of the occasional special stage, Mingi typically didn’t get stressed out over every individual performance but, for some godforsaken reason, his body seemed to know what a pre-show countdown sounded like and reacted regardless.

Nervous or not, popping a semi backstage was a shamefully familiar feeling for Mingi. He was well aware that there had been a couple of fancams where his half-hard cock made far more of an appearance than he wanted and, determined to not repeat history if he could help it, intended to try de-escalating his problem before stepping foot on stage this time.

Mingi looked down at his dick, standing fully upright.

It was mocking him.

Frustrated at his situation, Mingi furrowed his brow, scowling at his penis before feeling grateful that no one saw him do that. Nothing like a healthy dose of random horniness to cloud every crevice of his brain with a layer of fog, stopping him from thinking rationally.

He collected his composure with a deep breath, using his knees to pinning his pants at his mid-thigh in case someone entered unexpectedly, and got to work.

A large hand wrapped around the proportionately large shaft and began to pump, so quickly in fact that his whole body lurched forward at the sudden relief. It wasn’t long before his knees instinctively spread and baggy pants fell to his ankles. There was no use picking them back up. Not a minute could be wasted. The door behind him could open at any second. With his very noticeable presence missing, someone was bound to be looking for him to reunite him with his members.

Mingi didn’t know how much time he had. A few drops of spit and a dab of precum was all he could gather as lube, forcing him to slow down his pace to avoid discomfort. Mingi whined. He knew this wouldn’t take long at all if he was back in the dorms with his usual creamy lotion or the constant flow of a soapy shower to keep his length slick.

He could practically hear the threat of a ticking clock in his head. The bustling sounds of people on the other side of the door weren’t helping. The MC’s voice echoed again, saying something about a commercial break, probably the first of several. He was desperate to fix his problem fast and would need to try something different.

A shaky second hand joined the first, holding it steady as his hips took on the task instead. The closed tunnel of his fist stopped the air from drying away his precious moisture, allowing for a more comfortable friction than before.

“Ah-” Mingi couldn’t stop the escape of a single low moan as he fucked his hand, balls slapping against his curled fingers and stretched wrist with each thrust.

It felt good, definitely better. But he was still too distracted. While his new technique was undoubtedly more successful than the first, his brain was still going a mile a minute with the looming reminder of the risk he was taking. His hands were shaking, needing to readjust their grip every few seconds.

Mingi didn’t want to cry; he had just had his makeup done. Yet, still, every shaky slip of his hands was contributing to a growing frustration.

It was becoming more difficult to keep quiet. Mingi was being assaulted with the buildup of both dull pleasure and throbbing pain and needed some way to express it. Small grunts were turning into breathy moans, low and long, to try to keep the sounds contained in the room.

Suddenly, even through welling tears, his eyes caught sight of a slight movement caught in one of the dressing room mirrors. What Mingi assumed were just piles of jackets on a couch began to shift, before he noticed the pant legs of a stage outfit, matching the one Mingi was currently “wearing”, donned on a long set of legs. A pair of large boots stuck upright off the end of the couch.

“You’re terrible at staying quiet.” Yunho’s familiar voice spoke out from under the pile before he threw a heavy jacket off of his head, exposing his tired face in the reflection of the mirror. He was basically eye-level with Mingi’s cock.

“Ah, what the fuck!” Mingi shouted, trying and failing to pull up his pants. In that moment, he silently cursed the stylists for always putting him in the baggiest outfits. He repeated his expletive of choice. “What the fuck were you doing under there?”

Yunho squinted tightly, shaking his head as his eyesight adjusted to the harsh fluorescent light of the room. “I had a headache and couldn’t find the light switch.”

“Oh.” Mingi stood dumbfounded and beet-red. Yunho was as giant as he was and it wasn’t like he was exactly hidden. He mentally scolded himself for not checking the room better before fully exposing himself, accidentally baring his entire cock and balls to his friend.

“I knew you were horny earlier!” Yunho exclaimed, like it was his own personal victory for guessing correctly. “You were all bouncy and quiet during stage rehearsal. Kinda like before you take your extra long showers. Always before the stages too, huh? Why is that?”

Mingi shrugged. He didn’t know what to say. He especially didn’t know that Yunho was so attentive to his behaviour. It made him think back to every time he busted what he thought was a secret nut but maybe he wasn’t so private after all.

It was a lot of information to take in with his pants around his ankles. He had so many questions. Mingi started with an easy one. “Why didn’t you say anything when I came in here? I would’ve stopped.”

“Honestly, I thought you were here to get me.” Yunho was fixing his hair at the mirror, composing himself while stealing occasional glances of Mingi’s cock in the reflection. “At least, until I heard you all -” He mocked the deep timbre of Mingi’s voice and moaned comically. Painfully to Mingi, even the unflattering imitation made his exposed dick twitch. He hoped to god Yunho was too busy laughing at him to tell.

Noticing the shift in posture, Yunho offered some comfort, not wanting his friend to feel too embarrassed. “I didn’t mind. Really.”

“But why did you scare me like that?” Mingi’s embarrassment shifted to anger. Yunho’s logic wasn’t making any sense and Mingi still didn’t have a plan for how he was going to get his dick down.

Yunho avoided the question. “How long until we go on?”

“Huh?” Without context, the request went right over Mingi’s head.

“Fine, I’ll look for myself.” Yunho raised an eyebrow before checking a nearby phone. “Forty seven minutes until our stage? That’s tons of time.”

The tension on Mingi’s face unwravled with a small ounce of relief. The events of what felt like hours of pure frustration likely took place over a mere thirty seconds. He just needed to be reminded.

Still, the reality was that Mingi was rock hard and not as alone as he thought. As one problem disappeared, another became even more prominent. Yunho made his way towards Mingi and the door, hopefully to leave the room, and pretend he saw nothing.

Even in that best case scenario, Mingi wasn’t sure if he could ever recover from the mortification of what just happened.

Wanting to drop the hint and give Yunho better access to the door, Mingi shifted to the side, movement restricted from the pants still pooled around his legs and too ashamed to pick them up.

However, Yunho didn’t turn towards the door. He instead turned his attention towards Mingi, who had backed himself into a corner. They were uncomfortably close considering the fact that Mingi’s lower half was fully nude.

Yunho smiled stupidly as though the confusion on Mingi’s face was unwarranted. “What? You were struggling to get off, right?”

“Yes...” Mingi admitted, still confused over what exactly his friend was doing. “It was that obvious?”

“Believe me, I know what it sounds like when you’re getting off. What I just heard sounded like a struggle to me.” Yunho never broke eye contact with Mingi. There was a glint of joy in his eyes as he explained his thought process, while never actually revealing his intentions.

Everything he said only raised even more questions. So many that Mingi didn’t have the brain capacity to sort through. Right now, he was more curious why Yunho had him cornered in their dressing room.

“Mingi,” Yunho uttered his name as though he was scolding him with endearment. Telling him off for being so apparently stupid even thought Mingi thought his confusion was very much justified. “Do you want me to help you?”

Yunho wanted to jerk him off? Mingi thought he had heard wrong.

On first thought, it would fix both problems at once and still leave time to spare, even if the idea of his friend touching his dick would leave Mingi with a whole new slew of questions to plague him until they got back to their dorms. That is, if Yunho would even want to talk about it.

Mingi was getting ahead of himself. He needed to answer the question first.

He kept thinking, pushing through his stress and arousal to conduct a clear thought. Yunho was handsome. He was always clean and smelled good, and liked holding hands with Mingi. Though his qualifications were sparse, Mingi was almost surprised at just how unopposed he was to the idea of Yunho helping him cum. After all, that’s all it would be, right? A friend helping out a friend.

“C’mon, you’ll feel so much better afterwards. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” Yunho pouted as he got closer to Mingi’s face. He was being sweet. Buttering the other boy up without knowing that it wouldn’t even take any convincing to get him to agree.

If only Mingi could answer the damn question. All he could muster up was the confidence for a moment of warm eye contact and a gentle nod.

It was signal enough for Yunho, who leaned in for a hesitant kiss. Mingi’s puffy lips were already parted and set to lock with his own. As they brushed against each other, Yunho’s tongue peaked out, sliding over Mingi’s bottom lip and making him shudder before dipping inside his gaped mouth.

The gap between them closed even further when the fabric of Yunho’s pant leg accidentally brushed over Mingi’s hard cock, which was poking out and occupying most of the space between them. Mingi moaned into Yunho’s mouth, a gentle reminder that they had a goal to achieve.

“Mmm. No more,” Yunho sighed with regret. He pulled back as Mingi stupidly chased his lips in a daze. “We need to be quick, remember?”

“But you don’t need to see your hands to jerk me off.” Mingi pouted comically, trying to convince him to return to their greedy kiss. He didn’t expect to enjoy kissing Yunho that much and was wondering if it could turn into a hobby of theirs.

Yunho simply chuckled, obviously knowing more than Mingi about his plans for his mouth. After a breathy “huh?” Yunho took the cue to drop to the floor.

Mingi froze. He was expecting a steady hand to help jerk him to completion at the most but this was so much more. The sight of Yunho on his knees, locked upright so he could keep his face raised inches from Mingi’s cock was making his head throb in more ways than one.

He watched as Yunho’s eyes darted around, carefully examining every inch of him as fast as possible. If he knew Yunho was going to be that close and personal with his junk, Mingi would have shaved that morning.

“I knew you were big but, damn.” Yunho’s vision stayed locked on to Mingi’s shaft. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted. He looked just as needy as he felt.

“I mean, you don’t have to go d-” Mingi couldn’t even provide an alternative, let alone finish his sentence before Yunho’s tongue was curling itself around his head, soaking his cock with a sudden warmth. Mingi’s hand flew to the wall, then his thigh and, finally, Yunho's hair, needing to grab a fistful of something to keep him steady.

Yunho tilted his chin, relaxing into Mingi’s touch and exposing the length of his neck towards the ceiling. Still, he stayed connected via his tongue. Mingi gulped loudly at the sight of Yunho’s throat swallowing, which was suddenly looking very empty to him.

The soft stimulation prompted beads of creamy white to escape from Mingi’s cock, directly onto the flat surface of Yunho’s tongue. He moaned at the taste and vibrations surrounded Mingi’s stirring cock head. Embarrassingly and against his will, Mingi pushed forward a bit, cock sliding across Yunho’s tongue and spreading the pre-cum all over the wet muscle.

“Sorry.” Mingi sheepishly apologized as he returned his hips to where they were before but, to his surprise, Yunho bobbed his head. He artificially repeated the motion over and over until the entirety of the cock’s head was trapped inside Yunho’s mouth. His tongue was running indulgent laps as it circled the pulsing tip.

Mingi was a panting mess. He wasn’t sure if he should speak. Should he tell Yunho how it felt? Would that be too much?

It was then that Yunho’s gaze flickered up to make eye contact with Mingi. His eyes were glossy as though he was stuck in that moment. Mingi’s stomach did a flip at the sight. He was waiting for Mingi’s approval.

“It feels good, you know?” Mingi whispered as the fist in Yunho’s hair released to scratch at his scalp. Mingi didn’t exactly sound confident but Yunho could tell the words were genuine considering how the other boy was falling apart above him. The upper half of Yunho’s face lit up with a would-be smile at the praise.

Meanwhile, his mouth stayed open wide, lips surrounding Mingi’s cock with a gentle suction, before pushing forward slowly. Yunho didn’t look away, not even once, as Mingi watched his cock disappear inch by inch inside his friend's mouth.

“Jesus, Yunho...” He hissed as more of his shaft was coated with the slippery friction from Yunho’s spit.

Yunho was only two inches from fully swallowing Mingi’s cock before he came to a halt. As he paused, he shifted with discomfort on his knees. The breathing from his nose became more erratic, puffs of warm air bouncing off of Mingi’s pelvis. It was clear he had reached his limit. Even while he couldn’t get Mingi’s dick all the way down, his determination was admirable. Cute, even. It was especially impressive considering Mingi presumed it was Yunho’s first time doing this.

Mingi dropped his hand to fall behind Yunho’s ear, rubbing his neck with a long thumb. Not experienced with dominant dirty talk, he merely offered a simple smile to let him know it was okay to retreat.

When Yunho began to pull back, Mingi caught sight of a bulge in his throat deflating as his dick reappeared. The thought of being that deep inside any of Yunho’s holes made him shudder with excitement.

Less than a second of the cold dressing room air had cruelly returned before Mingi’s dick was throbbing with need again. The shaft was a reddened, slobbery mess as Yunho cupped him against his hands before returning his mouth to the leaking tip.

Now, when Yunho bobbed down on the cock, his movements were more confident, knowing his limits and puffing up with pride over his abilities. Once he reached the checkpoint, he twisted two slippery hands over the base to make up the difference, fully covering Mingi’s large cock in one way or another.

This time, when Yunho pulled back, he tried sucking in his cheeks. He was so concentrated on making Mingi feel good, eyebrows furrowed in a way Mingi would’ve thought was adorable had the air not been just knocked out of his lungs by the new sensation of suction inside Yunho’s mouth.

Yunho never let the tip leave his lips before taking the entire shaft deep into his mouth again, producing extra spit only to suck it up again when he pulled back. It was clear he was enjoying himself discovering his newfound talent.

Not as much as Mingi was enjoying himself.

The feeling was unlike anything Mingi had ever experienced. Yunho’s mouth was like being surrounded by an always-moving, sopping-wet warmth. The boy on his knees took the term ‘sucking’ dick very literally. Wet and sloppy sounds echoed through the tiny room as Yunho slurped at his cock.

Mingi was fully collapsed against the wall at this point, fighting gravity to keep himself standing. His moans were deep, guttural and spurring Yunho to move even faster, knowing that Mingi must be close.

He was. Mingi was seconds away from cumming and already panicking over where he was going to finish. As pretty as he would be covered in streaks of white, Yunho was already in his stage clothes and makeup, ruling out that option. Alternatively, it wasn’t like Mingi could just leave a puddle of his release on the green room floor. The clock was ticking and Mingi didn’t have any alternatives left.

Yunho, more intuitive than Mingi was aware of, must’ve sensed his panic. He looked up at Mingi as though he was trying to tell him something, eventually slowing his neck’s momentum to a standstill and grabbed his attention.

As Mingi’s eyes were full of panic, Yunho eased his fears with a small nod of approval, motions mostly restricted by his throat accommodating the deep curve of Mingi’s cock. Yunho’s eyes were glistening with tears but dark with determination. He was ready to let Mingi take over.

Mingi whimpered, clawing at the wall as he realized what Yunho was telling him.

“In your mouth? Are you sure?”

A gurgle escaped from the back of Yunho’s throat as he pushed his limits even further, allowing the cock to sit the deepest it had been. Despite his gagging, his actions were entirely permissive, knowing he wouldn’t have to endure the pain for long before Mingi would finish.

Dormant hips sprung into motion, sliding back at first and dragging his cock along the inside of Yunho’s mouth. Strings of thick saliva followed the path, dripping from Yunho’s bruised lips. Carelessly, Mingi’s ass hit the wall with a thud with how roughly he fucked backwards, making Yunho wince in preparation for him to return.

When his hips snapped forward, it wasn’t as bad as Yunho expected. Sure, Mingi was rough in his desperation but the slickness of collected spit gave the cock a smooth re-entrance past Yunho’s lips, into his mouth, and down into his raw throat. Yunho couldn’t help but moan as he felt himself loosen up to accommodate, hoping that the sound got concealed beneath the low sounds of Mingi’s own pleasure.

Mingi fucked his willing mouth again and again, inching just a little deeper each time whether he knew it or not.

“Yunho. Feels good.” Mingi grunted out, unable to conceive proper sentences as his vision was flashing white with fast growing pleasure. “So good. Fuck.”

With the added motion of Mingi’s thrusts, those final two inches that he couldn’t quite conquer seemed like a task from forever ago, Yunho’s throat gladly opening itself up to accommodate until Mingi’s cock was buried completely. It wasn’t long until his nose was bumping against a set of abs.

Ready to be emptied, Mingi’s heavy balls smacked against Yunho’s chin with each greedy snap of his hips. It should’ve been humiliating but Yunho found himself arching into the motions. It felt good to have Mingi use him.

Yunho kept his needy gaze up at Mingi, watching the way his mouth fell agape and the muscles in his jaw clenched. His chest was heaving as he got closer and closer to completion. The sight inspired Yunho to work through the increasing soreness to help Mingi succumb to his pleasure.

“Ah!” Mingi yelled loudly and abruptly, followed by several softer stutters. His hips suddenly began to jerk in a rhythmless pattern he couldn’t quite control and then the first hot spurt of cum splashed against the back of Yunho’s throat. The second erupted into the cavern of his mouth as Mingi fell back further, shaking with pleasure.

Yunho hollowed his cheeks, not allowing Mingi to retreat any more and trapping the twitching cock inside his mouth. He sucked deeply and used the rest of his energy to relax the entire length of his throat and milk Mingi’s shaft until he was empty.

Mingi’s head fell back in awe as Yunho’s tongue lapped every last drop of cum that emerged from the hole on his tip. He was going above and beyond at this point, the aftershocks of Mingi’s orgasm already starting to subside.

“You can stop if you want.” Mingi’s voice was shaky, hoping Yunho wouldn’t take him up on the offer. The gentle warmth felt nice against his softening cock, easing him back to reality gradually instead of all at once.

“Mm, I probably should, shouldn’t I?” Yunho croaked out against his dick, giving the tip one final kiss before letting it fall limp against Mingi’s thigh.

They paused for a brief moment to catch their breath. Mingi dropped a hand to Yunho’s shoulder, giving it a soft massage as a thanks. “Are you okay?”

Yunho tried to answer but, at first, the words got caught on their way out. Clearing his throat, Yunho choked out a laugh at the discovery of how raw his throat was. “It’s a good thing I didn’t plan to sing live tonight.”

Mingi giggled at the half-joke before yanking up his oversized pants, needing both hands to hold the flowy fabric up so they wouldn’t fall again. Kindly, Yunho helped him tuck the now satisfied cock away before zipping up his fly.

“You know you might have less of a problem if you just wore underwear?” Yunho poked roughly at the downsized but still prominent bulge in Mingi’s pants.

“But it’s uncomfy.” Mingi whined, clearly more willing to go the lengths of jerking off before a performance rather than just wear another layer. Tired and needing to conserve his energy, Yunho rolled his eyes and found another spare phone to check the time. He clicked on the homescreen with little care for the fact that one of their fellow member’s phones was currently being contaminated with Mingi’s dick particles.

“Was that really only ten minutes?” Yunho’s eyes widened at the screen and Mingi went red in the cheeks. “Guess I’m pretty good at that, huh?”

“Yeah. You could say that…” Mingi nodded, getting shy again as the realization set in that his best friend’s lips were just around his cock and they were already back to business as usual. That is, if they didn’t count how disheveled they both looked from the aftermath. Mingi ruffled his hair back to look as close as possible to how the stylists left it.

Not having too much time to dwell on what their new experience meant for their friendship, a loud knock on the door made both boys jump out of their skin. The knock was only a warning as the hinges creaked and the door swung wide, trapping Mingi behind it.

Panicked and then relieved, Mingi stumbled against a plastic knob on the wall, the room falling into darkness just in time for someone to enter the doorway.

“Yunho, are you in here?” Hongjoong’s voice carried through the small room until he saw Yunho by the mirror, hopefully only looking like he woke up from the best nap of his life and nothing else. Definitely nothing else…

“Hey, what are you doing in the dark?” Luckily, he couldn’t see Mingi. His voice continued. “And why are you on my phone?”

Mingi cringed when Hongjoong snatched the phone back and placed it on the counter. He thankfully had no idea where Yunho’s hands had just been and he would probably never find out.

“Just checking the time.” Yunho replied nonchalantly, rubbing at his jaw.

“Yes, we’re on soon!” Hongjoong sounded excited. Enthusiastic about even the task of coraling up his fellow members for their performance. He seemed too distracted to notice Yunho dabbing away at his lips to clean himself off.

He patted Yunho on the back for encouragement before turning to leave out the open door. “Can you find Mingi on your way back too? We don’t know where he is.”

“Sure thing, Hyung!” Yunho did a goofy salute, playing the clueless role with ease as he bid Hongjoong farewell out of the room. The door slammed shut, leaving both Yunho and Mingi in the pitch dark.

“Hey Yunho,” Mingi whispered loudly, as though the darkness would make it harder to hear.

“Hm?” Yunho’s boots squeaked as he turned to face the voice.

“I think I found the light switch.”

#my hand slipped or something idk!!!#ateez fic #ateez smut #yungi #mingi x yunho #yunho x mingi #mingi #yunho

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protagonist ~ joe liebgott (band of brothers)

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pairing: joe liebgott x female reader

short summary: joe's assigned to search for the perfect house for easy's hq in the new town they'll soon arrive to on their way through germany and finds one with a girl in there who's like the protagonist of one of the comics he's read - courageous, fearless, heroic.

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a/n: first of all, sorry for disappearing, exam season has started at my uni and i've been hella busy these past weeks (and gonna be for the following few as well, u g h ).

anyway this fic came around from a conversation i had with the lovely @now-im-a-belieber when i was telling her about an idea i had and she technically came up with the base of this. thank you, Pearl, i love you xx (i hope i did justice to your idea)

oh and let's just say i have no clue if this would have been possible, at least the exact way i wrote it.

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Four loud bangs sound against her front door right as she starts washing the dishes after they finished lunch. With her eyes widening in surprise she rushes back into the room, telling the family of three to hide as she's drying her hands in her apron before making her way to the door.

After taking a deep breath she grabs the handle and opens it. The next thing she knows is being pushed to the side as a figure storms in past her without a word. A gasp leaves her lungs as her back lightly collides with the wall, head turning to watch as the soldier barges in the house.

What is going on? Has someone found out about them?

With a hand reaching behind her back she pushes herself off the wall and hurries behind the man. Trying hard to sound completely calm and innocent she asks him what is going on, but he only barks back something almost inaudible - only a few German words reach her ears.

The soldier is moving with such speed that she hasn't got a single chance to get a better look at his uniform as he's entering every room one by one. Who is he? Worry swiftly floods her veins - more importantly, what is he looking for?

She can only pray the family has had enough time to properly hide.

As he reaches that door, she holds her breath back, repeating her little prayer like a mantra inside her head. The man comes to a sudden halt just as he steps through the doorframe and in an instant fear makes her blood turn freezing cold. She carefully moves closer to glance inside next to his body, not knowing what to expect.

And what she sees makes everything else in her mind disappear - just the thoughts of all hell breaking loose any time now move around inside.

Her best friend crouches on the other side of the room, clearly frozen mid-movement as her body is still half out of the hiding spot, eyes wide as she stares at the soldier, not a single muscle moving. It's like everyone's got frozen in time, none of the three people makes a move.

Liebgott's mind slow to catch up to what he sees - he didn't expect to see that as he rushed through the house. He's only been trying to decide whether it's a good place for Easy's HQ, as he has been ordered to do when Winters sent him ahead of the company.

His eyes then start moving around the room, trying hard to find a good reason as to why that girl is half inside the wall. A book is laying on the table next to the door, open at around the middle. With one glance at the pages he recognises the letters of the hebrew alphabet, and suddenly it all makes sense.

She's a Jew.

His breath hitches in his throat as he struggles to comprehend this new information, and just in that very moment the silence is broken by a voice. And it's not coming from either of the two girls in the room - more like it's coming from inside the wall.

One simple sentence, ending with a Yiddish term of endearment - one he can perfectly understand. It came from a woman, asking the girl crouching facing him from across the room why she's stopped moving.

There are more Jews in there.

His lungs fill with a sharp breath he's taken and he spins around, staring straight at the girl who opened the front door only minutes prior. The question must be clear in his eyes as she starts stammering in defense, her voice audibly shaking.

Joe shakes his head, stopping her mid-sentence. "No, they're Jews, I can see it," he says in perfect German, and the already pale girl suddenly seems even whiter.

He swiftly grabs her arm and pulls her in the direction he remembers finding the dining room in, trying to find a chair for her to sit down on, as she's visibly close to fainting - though the reason behind it he can't find.

(y/n) flinches with utter fear, weakly trying to resist being pulled away - he most probably is now taking her away to kill her, right? He's a German soldier, that's what his job is. But no matter how hard she tries to wiggle away, his grip is too tight around her arm and she can't do a thing.

Just when they arrive to the dining room and he kind of pushes her into one of the chairs is when Joe realises that she's scared of him - she immediately pushes the chair further away from him as soon as he lets go of her. So that's why she's shaking so bad.

"No, wait, don't be scared," he rushes to say. "I'm a Jew too."

This finally breaks the scaredness - instead her eyes fill with utter confusion. Her forehead wrinkles as she tries to make sense of what he's saying. How can a German soldier be Jewish? It makes absolutely no sense.

With a sudden wave of suspicion she moves her glance down to his uniform, examining every detail she can lay her eyes upon.

Is he not German?!

Suddenly she can see differences - details about his uniform that she's never seen on a German soldier before, and she's seen her fair share of those in the past years.

But if he's not German, who is he and what is going on?

She takes a still shaky breath and looks back up into his eyes - seeing the waiting expression on his face as he's standing there in patient silence for her to say something.

"Are you-" Her voice cracks mid-sentence. It's not good. She clears her throat and tries again. "Are you German?"

All of a sudden he bursts out laughing - so loud, and somehow so dark that her eyes widen once again. She just can't decide if it's from fear again, or only surprise.

A minute or so goes by with nothing but Joe laughing - this must be one of the most hilarious things he's heard in the past couple years. That he is a German.

Then his laughter finally quietens down to slight chuckling and he speaks up once more to confirm the truth. "No, of course not," he shakes his head in amusement. One look in her eyes tells him that somehow she still has no clue about his nationality, so he opens his lips again to give an answer to her question in advance. "I'm American. Don't worry, you're not in trouble for that," Joe points back in the direction of the room with the hiding spot above his shoulder.

A loud sigh escapes her lungs, her shoulder visibly falling a bit as she slumps more into the chair. It feels like years worth of stress and nervousness have just come to an end - it's truly like an enormous stone has rolled down from her chest and shoulders. She somehow feels free again for the first time in years.

Relief completely replaces the worry and fear in her veins as all other thoughts leave her mind. She's not gonna die. At least not today.

"They're Jewish," the soldier speaks again - and it's not a question. More like a statement.

(y/n) nods, unable to say a word as she's still overwhelmed with her new feelings.

"You're hiding them?"

She just raises an eyebrow, and Joe mentally slaps himself - what a stupid question. He could've might as well just asked her the colour of the wall.

"Since when you've been hiding them?" He corrects his question.

"Ever since the whole thing has started," she answers, her voice so quiet it almost disappears in the air between them.

"Wow," Liebgott breathes out before he can stop himself. He stares at the girl in disbelief. She looks so innocent and young - she's probably one or two years younger than him. How could she pull off something such a thing? Such a dangerous and pretty reckless thing?

"Esther is my best friend, she's been ever since we were little kids, they all are like a second family to me, I've spent most of my days with them," (y/n) explains, the relief causing her to ramble and Joe - for about the first time in his life has to struggle to keep up with the German words that come flying out past her lips. "I just had to help them, you know. I couldn't just leave them here."

"Where's your own family?"

"My parents left to France to be further away from the chaos, and my brother joined the Luftwaffe, and since then I haven't heard from none of them."

"Why didn't you leave with your parents as well?" The young soldier keeps asking, moving closer to the table and sitting down on a chair on the opposite side, facing her. Pushing his M1's strap down his shoulder he places the weapon on the table, pushing it only a little further in order to calm the girl more. He knows he probably shouldn't do this - and keep Winters waiting, but he's too curious to stop himself, he has to hear the rest of her story.

"I love this town, I was born and raised here," she shrugs as if it's obvious. "But more importantly, I didn't want to leave and let innocent people like my best friend's family suffer. I wanted to stay and fight back as good as I could."

Joe subconsciously mumbles under his breath before he can stop himself - words that praise her absolute bravery, words that give away his true feelings he suddenly feels towards her - then he has to move his gaze away from her, fearing that she sees the embarrassment in his eyes. He tries hard to think of another question while also trying hard to forget the look of the half-smiling expression that took over her face just a moment before - it does nothing good for his heart.

"Did you make that hidden room yourself?" He asks in the end, thinking back to what he saw in the room.

"Oh," she giggles - and it's the prettiest sound he's heard in a very long time. "No, my father made it when me and my brother were young and often played hide and seek. I just improved it a little so they can fit in more comfortably."

Liebgott hums, not knowing how to tell her - or if he should even tell her in the first place - how absolutely super impressed she left him with every single thing she's told him and what he's seen. It's one of the craziest things he has ever heard, and he had a fair share of unbelievable stories told to him in his life. He simply couldn't even imagine how on Earth this girl could manage to do this - and not get caught. Throughout the whole war.

In that very moment he swiftly decides that he'll go and find another house for the HQ, and that he'll somehow get back to this particular one, no matter what it takes. He wants to get to know her better. He has to get to know her better.

She's the most incredible woman he's ever heard of, read about or met. She's a woman who fits in the stories of the comics he's been reading his whole life - as the protagonist, the hero. He can't leave this town without hearing more about her, seeing her face more. That would be the biggest regret of his whole life, he can already tell.

But for now, he has to leave. It wouldn't be a good idea to keep his officers waiting even longer.

He stands up, fingers reaching out to grab his M1 before looking back into her eyes. Damn, he doesn't even know her name.

"I have to head back to my company, but I'll come back later, if that's okay with you."

Her eyes are already on his, seemingly staring straight into his soul with that intensity that lays in her (y/e/c) orbs. The girl then rises to her feet - still never breaking the eye contact.

Thoughts race inside her head, and it's like an angel and a demon are sitting on each of her shoulders, one telling her to say no whilst the other trying to convince her to say yes.

What if he only wants to use her? What if he only wants to sleep with her? Maybe force her to do so, threatening her with his knowledge of the Jewish family. He might not even be who and what he says he is. How could she know?

But on the other hand, there is this feeling she has about him. A feeling that tells her that nothing she previously thought will happen. She doesn't know what it is, but it's there, right in her chest, and she can't fight it. He seems genuinely curious and impressed, and honest. And she feels a pull towards him. She wants to see him again.

In the end, the devil on her shoulder wins, and she simply nods - right before she could change her mind.

"I'm Joe," the young soldier moves around the table, one hand held out towards her.

A glance cast down and right back up to his face she takes his hand and gives it a shake, holding onto it tightly, as if only to let him know how strong she actually is.

It probably works, 'cause he raises an eyebrow, slightly tilts his head and the corners of his lips curve up into the smallest smirk she's ever seen - but it's there.

"(y/n)," she eventually answers with her own introduction.

A few seconds pass and neither has let go of the other's hand, not yet. They just stand there, staring into each other's eyes, only the small noises of them breathin breaking the silence.

Then Liebgott blinks, clears his throat, pulls his hand out from her grip and instinctively places his fingers upon his weapon hanging from his shoulder whilst nodding towards her as a gesture of saying goodbye without words.

She watches as he turns around and walks out from the room, and after a tiny, happy sigh she follows the sound of his steps.

Just as he opens the front door and moves through it is when she arrives to the hall. Joe glances back over his shoulder for one last time, offering her a small smile, then looks back ahead of him and continues his walk as if nothing has happened. None of the past dozen of minutes.

(y/n) leans against the doorframe and watches him right until he disappears in the distance with a dreamy look in her eyes.

She can't wait until he comes back again.

.::the end::.

(might write a part two if i'll have time and you'd like to read it)

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creativeashproductions · 4 years

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When the Pain Ends // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Breaking up with your boyfriend ends with your broken hand, a broken heart and a trip to Canada. Getting out of Oklahoma for comfort of your younger brother Owen brings you into contact with a sweet Canadian.

Warnings: Swearing, hospital, cheating boyfriend, angst and bit of fluff

Words: 3.1k

Requested: No.

A/N: Tidbit of info is that I am a university student. I had last week off and I’m six minutes into my History Zoom Lecture. Here’s a little fic.

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The scowl glued on your face as you waited in the ER for the results from the x-ray you had gotten back from minutes ago. A bag of ice on the swollen knuckles of your right hand still splattered in drops of blood. The same blood as the small drops on your shirt as well. If that didn’t put a scowl on your face, it was the next issue.

The reason for your visit to the ER was in bed next over complaining as a nurse checked his face. His eyes meeting yours in a blend of guilt, regret and fear almost. You couldn’t meet his eyes. You didn’t want to meet his eyes.

Let’s backtrack a little for a short history.

The summer after graduation, you had met a guy on the beach playing volleyball in need of another player. You joined, and then you fell for the guy just as he did for you. For the last three years, you were now twenty-one years old. Parker had been a really good guy. Until yesterday.

“Babe!” Parker sounded congested with the bandages held up his nose. He had been fighting the nurse to come to your side.

“Don’t call me that!” You hissed glaring at the tall boy with the auburn hair colour that had once been your favourite colour.

“C’mon it was a mistake-Ow!” Parker whined at the nurse applied more pressure as she cast a sympathetic glance at you. A small smile of thanks passed to the nurse who had maybe pressed a little no hard on Parker’s nose.

Your eyes rolled at the drama that was Parker when it came to injuries that had been his entire fault, to be frank. Your fist meeting his face? His fault for cheating. What did he expect? A congratulations? Screw that.

“Say anything else I swear I’ll hit the other ball.” You glared at the boy sending him to a fit, shaking fear of stupidity.

The beach was filled up with teens and adults with children on the nice weekend day out of the loud city. Originally you hadn’t been able to join Parker with your mutual friends, but something else had spurred you there. Instead of having the weekly movie night via FaceTime with your younger brother, you had other plans. A particular video sent by Parker’s best friend and his cousin too had brought you here. Livvy had grown close in the three-year relationship you had with her cousin.

Your fury filled gaze flickered around the beach and the grass in the large opening area of the waterfront. Finally, your eyes found Parker sitting with Livvy on the blanket on the grass with Steve. Livvy was the first to see with marching through the people spreading like a curtain from the angry girl.

“Hey, Parker!” You shouted at your boyfriend in a conversation with your other two friends. Parker’s smile grew just before it falters at your expression.

“Hey, Babe,” Parker spoke, climbing to his full five-foot-ten stature. Livvy’s smile pulled up in an amused smirk while Steve looked more confused.

“How was your weekend at your sick Granny’s house?” You came to a stop a foot away from him. Arms crossed just under your chest his thick eyebrows furrowed together.

“Uh…it was okay. She’s feeling better.” Parker nodded to himself tilting his head to the side, “It was-“

“I hope she better. Her treatment must have been incredible.” You replied, unfurling your arms to grab the phone from your back pocket.

Parker grew more confused, “What?”

“The doctor sure knew what he was doing. The prescription of ‘dicked down’ cured her illness and old age.” The whistle you made after your statement sounded, but you grew more satisfied with the circle of people behind you.

“Oh.” Steve choked, raising one fist to press against his mouth. By now Livvy had started recording on her phone.

Livvy and Parker may be cousins, but she loathed cheaters when it was the cause of her parents’ divorce. Parker’s lips parted as he paled. The click of the glass screen brought up a video of Parker and a brunette in a hot tub.

“Ba-“

“Fucking look at your actions.” You hissed stepping even closer, “Was it worth it? Jeopardizing a relationship with someone you share years of memories with? Years of love and trust? All for thirty seconds of fun? We both know you tend to…get too excited.”

“Oh shit,” Steve spoke, shifting his gaze between you and Parker like he was a bobblehead of Einstein. The very bobblehead that you had laughed giving Steve with his obsession over the legendary scientist.

“It just happened. I still love you. I just needed a- “Parker stumbled back bringing his hands to his face, “OW! You broke my nose!”

“Ouch.” You hissed shaking your aching hand coated in some blood that splattered your shirt from shaking the hand.

“What the hell! You bit…holy fuck!” Parker screamed as your foot came up between his spread legs, nailing his left nut. He collapsed onto the grass, struggling to hold his bleeding broke nose and his nuts.

“That’s what you get asshole.” You shouted, turning to Livvy, “Can you take me to the hospital?”

“Parker drove, I’ll drive you both there. Steve can keep you two from fighting.” Livvy spoke, ending the video to shove everything in the oversized beach bag.

Now it was hours later as per usual in most hospitals elongating the time you were forced to spend with your now ex-boyfriend. Livvy and Steve had gone home a while back. Parker continued trying to fix the unrepairable damage he had done.

“Y-“

“That’s it!” You exclaimed jumping down from the bed to storm over to Parker. You made a few steps before arms encircled your waist.

“Okay, Slugger.” The gritty voice of your father spoke tugging you as far away from your ex-boyfriend as possible, “As much I want to kill him, I think you broke his pretty-boy face enough.”

The anger drained from your body as you slumped against your dad anguish set in with a tsunami of hurt. Time melted as you broke in your father’s arm; missing the doctor giving information. Your hand was fitted with a cast, and next thing you were aware of it was in the car.

“You bruised hits nuts. Broke his nose.” Dad nonchalantly spoke, turning the steering wheel as he exited the hospital parking lot. He didn’t bother making small talk as he let you be quiet on the drive home.

You didn’t know what hurt more, the heartache or your broken hand stabilized in the brace. The clearing of a throat had your attention is drawn to the house you had grown up no doubt holding your upset mother.

“She’s not that mad.” Dad quietly spoke, handing your phone that had died during the time in the ER. You shot him a look at the inaccuracy of his statement because you both know she was angry.

“Her daughter just spent hours in a hospital with a dead phone. We both know she probably thought I was dead in a ditch.” You deadpanned as you both walked up to the door of the home in Norman, Oklahoma.

The door opened before you could reach for it, and a flurry of blonde hair attacked you in a hug. Your mother hugged then leaned away to scan your features. Catching the dried tear stains paired with the red-rimmed eyes.

“Sweetheart.” Dinah spoke, raising her hands to wipe the tears from your face only causing more to fall, “What’s wrong?”

“Parker cheated on me.” You mumbled melting into her arms in another round of tears, breaking your parents’ hearts.

Meanwhile in Vancouver, Canada

Owen loved his job and the people he had met, but he missed the weekly movie nights with his older sister. The Joyner siblings had gotten down pat a system of sync to have the same movie playing at the same time on FaceTime. Imagine his surprise when he got a text apologizing.

Virtual movie night postponed. It put him in a slump that greatly concerned his roommate at the decrease of excitement. Even the next day, he was sad like a kicked puppy.

“Bro? You good?” Charlie asked from his place in the kitchen, scanning his emails on his computer. Owen barely made his eyes, “Wasn’t movie night with your sister yesterday?”

Owen nodded, “Yeah she-“

As Owen had gone to explain his phone had dinged with a concerning message from his mother.

Mom: Have you heard from Y/N? She hasn’t come home.

Owen swiped out of the conversation to the most used one with you shared with him to send a mass of messages. All not even coming up as read by you. It was his stipulation that you had it one for his safe of mind.

“C’mon you little shit,” Owen grumbled, pressing your contact to call. It didn’t even ring, “Dead cell.”

Charlie’s full attention shifted to the younger guy sitting on their couch in the apartment they used during filming. As Owen started pacing, Charlie was over quick as a bunny to offer comfort to him. The boys had grown so close, with Jeremy too, that they knew how to help the other.

“Owen, you need to tell me what’s going on.” Charlie soothed the blonde with his eyes pleading with the teenager.

“My parents haven’t talked to my sister. She didn’t go home.” Owen admitted scratching at his chest when his chest tightened. The other immediately finding his pulse on his neck to ensure he still had a pulse.

“Oh shit.” Charlie retorted, tapping his foot on the hardwood floor trying to find the right words to help his friend.

For the next hour, the boys kept in contact with Owen’s family and checking your social media in shifts as they filmed. It was a slow day when Owen’s phone finally rang with his mother’s contact once more.

“Mom, did you find her?” Owen asked, picking at the skin on his lips pacing as he had all day. The level of anxiety had been perfect for the scene he had filmed as Alex.

“Yeah. Look, Owen, she needs to get out of Oklahoma. Do you have room for her?” Dinah asked her son periodically glancing in the living room at the lifeless young woman.

“Yeah. We have an extra room.” Owen supplied squeezing the phone in his grip, “How is she? What happened?”

“I’m letting her settle before I ask any questions, but her flight is in a bit. It was either you take her in, or we pay for a hotel room. Oh! I got this lego-“

“I have to get back to filming. I’ll call you tonight.” Owen told his mother as his thumb hit the record circle on his phone. Kenny waving him over to film a scene with Booboo that would be the last before heading home.

The over the counter pain pill went down with a swig of water in the airport waiting for Owen and his roommate. Owen had messaged you that he would pick you up on the way from the set in perfect timing.

“Y/N!” Owen cheered catching sight of your form hunched forward on the bench you had miraculously found empty. Your blank eyes seeing the blue of your younger brother.

Owen’s eyes widened in shock, “What the hell happened to your hand?”

Noncommittal, the girl walked by her brother with her luggage in the mission to get to the car. All you wanted was to burst into years under your blankets until the world turned again, when birds sang, and the word wasn’t painted in dull colours.

Just as it had during the ride from the hospital to the house, it was dead silent in the car with the barest sound of music. Owen and Charlie had been having a conversation with expressions with the tension in the backseat stifling.

“This is our place.” Charlie spoke, opening the apartment door with a flourish for the girl and her luggage. Your eyes scanned the modest apartment with minimal mess compared to the tornado devastation of Owen’s Oklahoma room.

“Okay.” You replied, watching as Owen rolled the luggage to the room you would use for the few weeks you would be here.

Once showered, dressed and settled, you retreated to the couch to watch a film with the two boys. Your mind fluttered between Beca’s blow out with her father and Jesse to the city of Norman. As if thinking of Parker manifested something your phone buzzed with notifications.

@/livvyjo: Go, girl! [video]

@/malia134: Parker goes down like the bitch he is!!!

@/notsteverogers: I got a front-row seat to the fight.

Those three comments on Livvy’s video had more support than hate plus the video itself was hilarious. It caught the entire confrontation from greeting the cheater to being pulled away to spend the ten minutes in the same car. The car you had hooked up in the backseat of in the years you dated him.

“-The prescription of ‘dicked down’ cured her illness and old age.” The pure anger on your expression amused you.

“What are you watching?” Owen inquired from the couch he watched the movie from. It made up for the lack of a film last night.

“A girl punching her bag of shit ex-boyfriend. She almost ripped his face off in the hospital.” You softly replied with your thumb double-tapping Livvy’s post.

Charlie’s attention shifted from the pool mashup with the Barden Bellas to the pride evident in your tone. It was the first time he had heard you laugh during the few hours he had been in your presence.

“What movie?”

“Oh, you know Parker’s Dicked Down Adventures. Filmed free with an iPhone.” You spoke sliding down to sit flush to Charlie to show the video you refreshed.

Owen’s mouth opened, “He cheated on you? How stupid is he??”

“You have a mean right hook.” Charlie supplied replaying the video for the third time with a weird feeling in his gut. The confidence stirred a body warming heat in the Canadian actor unlike anything else he had felt before.

“Dad taught me.” You replied, slouching down in the plush couch with a tiny smiling, “The nurse heard what happened. She put excessive pressure for his actions. I overheard his diagnosis; nasty bruised testicle and a broken nose.”

Both boys winced at the description. Owen ditching Charlie’s side to sit beside you, leaving you in the middle of the boys.

“I almost attacked him before Dad dragged me out of the room.” You recounted snuggling into your younger brother’s side.

“Where are my keys?” Owen questioned his roommate, “We need them to drive to the airport. I need to kill the ass that hurt my sister.”

Your deft fingers grasped Owen’s wrist when he went to get up because, in all honesty, he probably would book a flight. He wouldn’t go through with the plan to physically hurt Parker, but Owen had a wicked tongue for insults.

You spent one month in Vancouver with your brother and his castmates from helping Maddie with her homework. Movie nights with Owen changed to include Charlie too. Shopping trips with Sav and Tori. Baking with Jadah. You became family with them.

All good things come to an end. You had settled back in Norman with brighter plans that didn’t involve relying on men. Movie nights still happened with the boys, but things got hectic. Virtual movie nights shifted to texting Charlie and calls.

“Hey dork.” Charlie spoke walking down the street in Vancouver to the restaurant he was meeting the cast at. His lips pulled back in a massive grin, hearing your voice.

“Hey Char!” You enthusiastically spoke, walking out of the building with more pep in your step at the voice of the man, “What’s up?”

“On my way for food with everyone. How are you feeling?” Charlie asked, rubbing his fingertips on the dark denim pants. The sound of your voice brightening up his day more than he thought possible.

“Ooh. I should let you go, huh?” You questioned shifting to hold the phone between your shoulder and chin. Fingers unlocked the new car you had bought with the money you had saved.

A nice change of money from selling the jewellery, clothes and other miscellaneous gifts Parker had given you. The necklace he gave you that once belonged to his grandmother had been given back to him. Other than that you had no interaction with the ass.

“I’d rather talk to you.” Charlie admitted biting his lip in concentration, “I have a question.”

“Okay. What’s your question?” You questioned as your phone connected to your car—Charlie’s voice coming through the car speakers.

“Filming is almost over. Do you have plans for New Years? I’d like you to see you again.”

His words set a flutter of butterflies moving in your stomach at his nervous confidence striking the new information. The change in your friendship had been felt on his side as well and while you usually would think one-month post cheating wasn’t long enough. Something about Charlie felt comfortable as if everything had been preparing to fall for him.

“I could fly-“

“I’d like to see where you grew up. Your favourite places and where you went to school. I want to know the little things that made you who you are.” Charlie spoke coming to a stop outside the restaurant, waiting for your answer.

Owen’s eyes pulled from his debate with Sacha and Jeremy to the nervous Canadian biting his lip outside the window. By the expression on his face, Owen couldn’t guess who he was talking about. It was the smile that had been appearing on Charlie’s face for the last two weeks you had been staying with them.

Charlie had fallen for Owen’s big sister, and he couldn’t think of anyone better. The bond between you and Charlie had been natural and magical to watch. It was kinda gross seeing his best friend and sister having heart eyes with each other. Yet, Owen had never liked Parker, but he loved the idea of having Charlie as a brother.

“Y-yeah. Of course, you can Char.” The flattering blush heated up your skin at the turn in the convo—a grin splitting on the two individuals with more than three thousand kilometres between them.

“Cool. I should join the cast. I’ll text you later.”

“Bye, Charlie.” You whispered to the boy looking out the window noticing something she had been oblivious to.

The world had regained the colour, the birds sang again, and the world turned once more. All because a boy helped her heal.

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