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tkaulitzlvr · 7 months

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THE WRONG WAY - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom hasn’t been paying you enough attention lately, and, when you finally snap, he can’t understand where you are coming from, until you reach your breaking point. can the issues between you and him be resolved?

content: angst

a/n: pulled this out of my ass lol, i had to rush it because i’m in the middle of another req but it’s nowhere near done after like three hours of writing so i’ll have to finish and post it tomorrow. sorry if there are mistakes, i only proofread veryyy briefly cause i’m so tired rn😭 hope this is okay tho!!

"you don't love me."

i voice the harsh words to the silent room, clearly and with every sense of belief behind my statement. to my discomfort, saying it out loud does not make me feel any more at ease, in fact seeing the way tom’s entire body breaks for a second, processing what i had just said, before trying to cover the hurt on his face up, only suffocates me even more. the lump in my throat only gets bigger, the tension in the air thickening by the second.

"wow." he begins, shaking his head, trying to wrap his head around how i could even come to that conclusion. "that’s an awful accusation." he glances at me, his eyes already glossy, giving me enough of an idea on how much i have hurt him by uttering those four words. however i stick to it, figuring that it is too late to back out now. within me, behind all the anger, all the upset, i feel that it is true. i sense that he no longer feels the same way he did when he met me, all those years ago, the love within his eyes slowly diminishing until it is now long gone.

"and also." he speaks, leaning forward and looking directly into my eyes, staying in his position spread on the end of the other couch. "it's not true. you know it isn't."

the pressure of his gaze leaves me unable to hold eye contact with him, looking away sheepishly into my lap, hoping that somehow the ground could swallow me up. i grit my teeth, locking my jaw in anger, feeling no reassurance from his quick denial of my statement. so i decide to challenge him, standing my ground despite the nausea only growing within me. though his voice seems somewhat certain, i refuse to believe that i am making it up, that it is all in my head. "do i though tom?"

my eyes meet his, except the ones looking into me are foreign. they are angry, a glint of hostility present within them that i had not yet witnessed, this change taking me aback, yet i refuse to look away. he is sad. those eyes, past the resentment in them, i see pain. i see sorrow. i have upset him, far beyond what he intends to let out. he is usually strong, and perhaps right now he thinks that he is keeping this up, yet i can read him like a book, the way his left brow furrows, creating a crease along his forehead, the way his eyes cannot focus on one thing, darting around the room, i can see that he is struggling. and whilst part of me hurts with him, hating to put him through any sort of distress, i need it right now. because i am tired of feeling unloved and unappreciated - regardless of whether tom intends to make me feel this way or not.

he shakes his head, scoffing slightly in disbelief, letting out a shaky sigh, before speaking up, his voice loud, in contrast to the silent room. "what, so i've been lying every single time i’ve told you that i love you, over the past six years that we've been together? mind you, i say that every day, without fail."

i stay silent, my eyes becoming glossy as they quickly tear away from his. he takes my silence as a cue to continue, my sudden belief that he does not love me angering him as he desperately seeks to remind me of every reason why i am in the wrong. "don't i do everything for you? make sure that you're always safe, give you my everything-"

"give me your money, you mean." i reply, cutting him off. i don’t want to seem ungrateful - i appreciate the way tom would spend any amount of money on me if it made me happy. i am thankful for the house he has given me, the vacations he takes me on, the things he buys me, but those things are not the reasons why i fell in love with him. i fell for tom kaulitz. not his money, not his fame, not his profession. i fell for who he is, for him as a person, whether he is rich or poor, yet it feels that day by day i lose a small part of that. i have always understood that his job means that he will be away a lot, but it is hard to be in a relationship with someone that can't always be there, only their fortunes can.

"i’m grateful for what you do for me, really i am, but i'd much rather have time with you than the latest gucci bag, or the newest chanel perfume. if it meant that i would have to live with nothing for the rest of my life, i would do it. don't you understand? i want you - not your money tom! i don't need you to apologise with gifts when i don’t see you all day, i just...i need you." i am desperate, craving for him to hear me out, to understand that it is him that i need, but the way he looks at me in confusion shows me that i am not going to achieve that.

"i thought you liked the things i buy for you. have you been lying?" he completely ignores the point that i have been trying to make, this only fuelling the frustration within me as i exhale shakily, quickly grasping onto the opportunity to argue my point once again.

"i do but that's not the point tom! i like them because i feel like it's all i get from you!" my voice is raising, something which i did not want to happen. shouting never solves the problem, however right now i am far too angry to care. "i just want some of your time, to feel like you actually care! when you're with me, you're here physically, but your mind is always elsewhere. i just miss you. i need to you be mine again, i-"

"look, i’m sorry okay?" he begins, harshly cutting me off and matching the volume in my voice. "i'm sorry that my job is more demanding than others, i’m sorry that it needs a lot of my attention, but i told you this from the beginning. my career is a big part of who i am and things aren't always easy. they get hard, they get tough, but-"

"that's my problem! when things get hard for you, i don't fucking know about it! because you shut me out, every. single. time. i'm your girlfriend, tom. i want to know about your life, i want to help you, but you always run away from me! you spoil me with gifts and money to compensate for every fucking time you leave me in the dark! i don't want it anymore. i just want you to communicate!" i move from the couch, walking to the middle of the room and standing a few feet away from him. his eyes are glued to me, watching my every step, and he is listening to me this time. "am i such a headache to be around, that you can't talk to me? that you can't deal with spending time with me, so instead you spend your money to try and shut me up, because you have so much that no matter what you buy, it doesn't affect you?"

"don't." he voices shakily as i stare into his eyes, his expression more wounded than ever. my words stab into him, hitting him harder than i had anticipated. his fists clench against his thighs, holding every ounce of frustration. though we have argued in the past, i have never seen him this upset, regardless of whether he intends to show it visibly or not. "you know that i don't think of you that way, even for a second. so stop."

"you can't blame me for thinking it tom." i shrug. "you leave me out of everything, i have no idea what's going on in your life anymore-"

“because i'm trying to fucking protect you!" he interrupts, raising his voice once again. his hand slams against the arm of the couch, the sudden contact causing me to wince slightly. "i'm sorry if you feel like i'm hiding things from you. but i know parts of my life would just stress you out and hurt you. don't you get that? i'm trying to save you from the pain-"

"i want the fucking pain!" i fire back. "we are supposed to be in a relationship. do you know what that means? i want to suffer with you. i would choose that, a million times over, if it meant that i could be with you for another day. i want every part of you, the sad, the happy, the angry, i want it all. can't you see that i need you? i hate being left in the dark. i absolutely fucking hate it.”

my voice pierces through his ears, diminishing the tense silence as tom gulps, clenching his jaw and leaning forwards, pinching his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. the rash and quick responses don’t allow me time to calm down, my eyes becoming glossy with tears, the salty liquid staining my cheeks before i can try to hold them back, my weakness just as evident as tom’s. the pain, the upset, the lack of affection that have been feeling all spills out, reeling outwards from within me as i let it out, no longer attempting to hold back.

he looks up, his face softening as he takes in my hurt expression. he has never seen me like this, so broken, and the fact that he is the cause of this pains him even more, his mind coming to the slow realisation that it is up to him to fix this. although he doesn’t fully understand how i could possibly believe that he does not love me, he wants to try, to try and see from my eyes. he lets out a shaky sigh, swallowing nervously before looking into my eyes.

"i would rather feel the sadness, suffer with you." i begin, my voice small as the tears quickly take away my physical strength. "i would do absolutely anything if it means that you will love me, that you will do it with me, tom."

"i don't live a normal life, and i just want to keep you away from the crazy things." he speaks slowly, trying to reason with me, refusing to turn his gaze away from mine. "some people want to hurt me, and i would never forgive myself if someone ever did anything to harm you."

i try to wipe my tears and calm my breathing, wrapping my arms around my small frame in an attempt to comfort myself, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the situation. but my mind acknowledges tom’s change in tone. not only is he more gentle and calm, he also seems sorry, like he now recognises where he went wrong.

"what do you want me to do?" he whispers, defeated as his tired eyes meet mine. he is no longer angry. he is desperate, longing to resolve this. "i'll do anything. i- i can't lose you. you're my world, schatz, and i'm sorry if i haven't shown it, but you are everything to me."

though there are millions of things i could say, i stay silent, standing still across the room. my heart clenches painfully, hurting at the sight of him so distraught, as his mind considers the dreaded idea of what losing me would be like. his world is crumbling before him, the one thing he seeks to protect seeming to slip through his fingers. i have never seen him like this, so vulnerable, so desperate, and whilst it comforts me to know that he is slowly letting down the walls that have prevented me from truly being with him, it saddens me to see him in such a distraught state.

"all i've ever wanted is to keep you safe. to keep you happy, liebe, because if you're happy then so am i. but you deserve more than this." he points to himself angrily, letting out a shaky sigh. "more than this fucking idiot, who doesn't even know how to love. i’m so sorry if i've done it the wrong way and made you feel like i don't care. because you shouldn't for a second think that i don't love you."

everything that i have been craving to see is happening in front of me. i have longed to see him open up, to break down the barriers that separate us both physically and mentally. i don’t want him to be strong all the time, and it hurts that he feels he has to be. the tears fall from my bloodshot eyes once again - this time out of sadness for him. i hurt with him, hating to see him so upset, but i understand his pain, his anger, and i feel every emotion along with him. for the first time in forever, i feel connected with him.

after a few moments of silence, he stands up, slowly walking towards me. i refuse to meet his gaze, fearing that i will break down once again i realise how hurt he truly is, and looking into his eyes will certainly display every emotion amongst his beautiful features. his hand brushes tenderly against my cheek, wiping a fresh tear that had fallen. he reaches towards my chin, using his pointer finger to angle my face upwards so it meets with his eyes. he towers over me, taking in the sorrow etched upon my face, before tucking the loose strands of hair behind my ears, gently caressing my cheek with his lips slightly parted, shaky breaths escaping from them.

"please, look at me." he whispers, gazing longingly into my eyes. i comply, shifting my own eyes to the deep brown ones in front of me. they are full of adoration, and i feel the man that i fell in love with slowly coming back to me. "i love you, so so much, please believe me schatz. you are the most important person in my life, and i am so sorry that i've made you feel the opposite way." he chokes up, his voice shaky as i can tell he is on the verge of tears.

i listen to him, allowing every word to sink in, as it is now no longer hard to trust what he says. i feel what i have been desperate to - love. i feel truly appreciated, like i am able to confide in him like i once could. though frustrated it took the both of us to get to this state to make him speak his mind, i appreciate him opening up, his apology making up for the lost time. there is no shame in being fragile, and through his entire conversation, we have both learned this, a new found appreciation for each other gained as i feel safe again.

"don't feel like you have to keep things to yourself. i’m your girlfriend, i'm supposed to be here for you, and i'll gladly do it, but you have to talk to me." i respond, lacing my hand with his. a soft smile spreads across his face, contrasting with his bloodshot eyes whilst he slowly nods.

"i hear you. i’m so sorry baby. i love you." he whispers, pulling me into a tight hug as his hands lace together around my waist. he lets out a sob onto my shoulder, my heart breaking at the sound. he clutches onto me tighter as if i may slip away, my own eyes tearing up once again. it has been a while since i felt like this. i feel loved, and it is all that i have ever wanted from the start.

he slowly pulls away, resting his forehead against mine and looking into my eyes through his eyelashes. after a few seconds, he leans inwards, until his lips touch mine. the kiss is gentle, carrying every promise to love and cherish me like he has failed to do, and i gladly accept it, kissing back quickly and wrapping my arms around his neck. he pulls away, planting a few pecks on my lips once again, his breath shaky as the remnants of tears stick to his cheeks. i slowly wipe them away, not breaking eye contact as i do so, gently caressing the soft skin until any trace of sadness is lost within our newfound love for each other.

a soft smile graces his lips, failing to wither as he kisses me once again, the same amount of passion as the last, making up for the lost affection as i feel more treasured than ever. this is all I have ever wanted, to feel like he cares, and now that i am feeling his affection, my mind is oozing with contentment, the feeling almost foreign it has been so long.

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aisaariel · 4 months

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New discussions happening around BTS fs energy shifts, Aisa can I ask for BTS fs update, how are they doing and what's up with the connection??

bts fs updates

req: october 24, 2023. post: december 23, 2023. cards: indicated in each section

i am so sorry for making jk's future spouse's section long. i promise you that this was NOT intended on my part. i asked jungkook to keep his section minimal, but the man did not listen and i kept having so many cards fall out. the reading i did for his section is the shortest way of reading the cards or else it would've been way too long. please understand that i did my best to shorten it.

☆ namjoon fs:

king of wands, five of swords, the hanged man rx, page of wands

namjoon's future spouse is at a moment where they have withdrawn from the world for a bit. they were previously the king of wands before this moment of withdrawal, meaning they were a leader, bold, very straightforward and one who acted on their thoughts without much plan or consideration. however, it seems like they had a moment where they faced some inner conflicts. i do not know what triggered this phase of reflection, but they seem to have realized that they need to reevaluate themself, the people they're surrounded by, and the situations they have gone through over the years. they're trying to view things from a different perspective and hopefully come out of this phase as the page of wands, who will rebuild themself into the king of wands again. i think they're working on their ego and also doing some shadow work that they tried to avoid for a very long time.

☆ jin fs:

i've been given too much information that i know should not be shared with the public, so i won't be saying anything for jin's future spouse. i will say that they are living life and learning many lessons at the moment, and they are having some realistic moments of reflection, reevaluation, and reconsideration.

☆ yoongi fs:

i'm so sorry, but i also have to abstain for yoongi's future spouse as well! oh my gosh! is all i will be saying for this one. sending my support to them.

☆ hoseok fs:

guys, what the actual f*ck???????? i can't share for jhope's fs, too. why are they (jin's, yoongi's, hobi's fs) just dumping so much tea on me at the same time- don't they understand that i am literally A READER? what if i share this information?! of course i won't though but like... DANG. i guess it's on me for not reaching out and doing more check-up's with them :')

☆ jimin's fs:

the moon, king of cups, nine of pentacles, eight of pentacles rx

i think jimin's future spouse is experiencing a down in their life right now. past thoughts and experiences that they didn't give proper closure to are resurfacing now and they may be having a bit of a hard time as a result. i see that this may be about a king of cups figure, who was, to them, very emotionally intelligent and understanding. i believe the future spouse felt very comfortable about this king of cups figure, but for some reason, that person is no longer with them (reason for this is not specified and it would be great if no assumptions or theories were made about this figure). they're being asked to balance out their current feelings, to make sure that they don't allow those emotions to overwhelm them and take control of their day-to-day life. i also see that they are reconsidering what success means to them. they're also working a lot on self-improvement and practicing more discipline to get back on track with their life. they're being asked to walk out of their current phase of withdrawal and isolation, and to move forward from their current situation. please send lots of support to jimin's future spouse.

☆ taehyung fs:

seven of swords, eight of pentacles, ace of swords

(1) they feel betrayed. but they will not elaborate and they also do not want me to elaborate. (2) they feel conflicted about something that they have been working on for a very long time. they may be confused on what they have to do. "did i make the right decision?" "is this really what i truly want?" they are withdrawn at the moment and they're reflecting a lot on whatever they were working on and developing. (3) i see that they might be receiving some romantic offers from people but they do not care at all. they seem to have feelings about a certain someone. it's like they feel a calling to this specific person who is very mature, stable, successful, and reliable. they're considering what could've happened with this person because from what it seems, something very unexpected happened that resulted in their very sudden separation. it feels like the future spouse is reminiscing.

☆ jungkook fs:

the devil rx, temperance & the emperor, four of swords, queen of cups

so the sheer amount of clarifying cards i pulled tells me that a lot has happened over the span of time that i did not check up with them :'). they are currently letting go of lots of unhealthy and negative thoughts and attachments that may have clouded their mind. they're going through a huge moment of transformation right now in every sense if that makes sense. i also see they're letting go of an attachment with some figure that was a part of their childhood. this figure is represented by the page of swords - very enthusiastic and full of energy, fun to be around. i feel lots of giddiness, warmth, and laughs from the future spouse's side. i see that the future spouse was very close with this figure and they were able to be vulnerable and true to themself around this figure. i see that they were/are very grateful for this page of swords figure but something happened pretty recently (from what it seems) and they were left very withdrawn, exhausted, overwhelmed, and disappointed. whatever happened has made them 'stuck' currently, in the sense that they are not moving on and they are lacking discipline in the way they are using their time in a sense. again, there is a sign of past feelings or memories that are resurfacing that is making them have a really hard time right now as this figure had a very close relationship with the future spouse. seeing how the two of cups came out, they may have been soulmates and even past life soulmates with the six of cups coming out as well. however, through this experience, there is an emperor figure in here, and i am guessing this is someone who is a fatherly figure(s) to the future spouse who is helping them with their current situation and being patient with them as they are withdrawn due to whatever happened. the future spouse is also asked to be calm no matter the situation and to see what happened from multiple perspectives as not doing so can create big misunderstandings. i also see that through this experience, the future spouse is rekindling a relationship with a king of wands figure (someone with very masculine energy), and the future spouse may be feeling more hope and faith in regards to this relationship. i pulled the star card, and this card represents renewal, discovery, and generosity, so do what you will with those meanings. they are also at a current state of rest at the moment. i asked what this break was for. they may have felt deceived or betrayed recently. they may also be taking a break from sort of collaboration with the people they work with. i also see some form of reunion going on and celebration on the reunion. i do not see that it's with jungkook though. lastly, jungkook describes them as the queen of cups, so someone very emotionally in tune with the people around them, intuitive, caring, nurturing, and kind. this is someone who would be willing to sacrifice themself for the needs of others. they're very maternal in a sense, and he really appreciates those qualities of the future spouse. (he had to put this in here. he insisted.)

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hellfirebride · 1 year

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I really love how realistic your headcanons are, ooc saturated fandoms kill me. 😭 I was wondering if you had any thoughts on L falling in love e.g traits he’d fall in love with, moments he’d make the realization, how his behavior would change towards the person of interest over time, etc. I’m not sure if I worded this well or if you’ve already done this, if so then don’t mind meee. 😬 if you don’t wanna do this one or already did then I’d be happy just to hear literally any hc’s you have about him lol

first req first req first req

hiiiiii !

So, L falling in love. Putting this under a read-more because my stupid ass is going to ramble.

I think he would usually fall in love with people who are relatively capable. I have no idea how to describe this more. You wouldn't have to be some genius, just be able to operate independently because the man is no caregiver. Also, I think you'd have to make an impression of some sort on him, otherwise he probably wouldn't even pay enough attention to get to know you. A big trait L would like to see in someone is understanding. You're gonna have to be able to at least tolerate his attitude and more bizarre mannerisms if you intend on becoming a permanent fixture in his life. Even more than that, he would want someone who would be able to understand just what kind of person he is: how he's not exactly pure, how he would rather do things if they interest him instead of doing them out of the goodness of his heart, the things he's willing to do to get the results he wants. You don't need to agree with him on everything, he probably would like it more if you didn't. You can't change him, but it gives him more to think about when he weighs his decisions.

So! L falling in love. I did touch on this in a previous post, but I'll paste what I said here:

L will know as soon as his feelings appear. Depending on what he's doing at the time, this discovery could be anywhere between a mental footnote and an outright statement directed towards you. He's become fond of you, far beyond a passing fancy or a momentary infatuation. He'll be requesting your input on whatever he's been working on, or making sure Watari knows to bring extra sweets when you're present. If you're really lucky, he might just feed them to you.

I think it's something he would figure out super quickly and then just. Sit on until he's pretty sure you feel the same. He doesn't want to have to confess just to find that you don't share his affection. 10/10 you can just expect a "I've fallen for you" from him and have no idea how genuine it is because it wouldn't be unusual for him to say things like that to get a reaction. You would have to pay attention to how he interacts with you and matters regarding you to know just how true his statement was. (To a point, I think he'd kinda be lowkey obsessed with you. Like, he's not gonna be thinking about you all the time or think about you over the case he's currently working on, but there's definitely something there.)

Things you can expect from L when the two of you are an item:

Don't be surprised if he encourages you to pick up some kind of defensive martial arts. He knows several, so it's really not a shocker. The man's really thinking you need to learn how to beat the shit out of someone so it's one less thing he has to worry about now that he's let you in.

Luxury. Absolute Luxury. L's funds are near bottomless as far as you should be concerned. You have his heart but he's not always the most emotionally available, so you have his wallet. If you're travelling with him, he's actively making sure you get the best. Watari probably would've picked up on your tastes and knows to accommodate them if he wants the detective's best work. An extra slice of cake meant for you? Sure. A whole floor of the headquarters building just for you? Take two.

Vulnerability! Holy shit, vulnerability. It's something that's so rare for him to show. He's almost always working like, five steps ahead of everything else, why would he need to be vulnerable? I think I can count the times he's canonically showed his cards on one hand and most of them were in the episode where he fuckin' dies(showing some regret over the deaths of the FBI agents, the interaction he has with Watari in the monitoring room where the older man asks him what's wrong or w/e, the rooftop scene, the foot thing, and then him dying.) He's more willing to show the cracks in his façade to you, and that in itself is super powerful evidence about how you make him feel.

I absolutely think he would have some kind of system set up to look after you if something happened to him. They had the dead man's switch to let Roger know if L died so whatever successor would know to take over without letting the world know the original L was gone, but that seems more like something Watari would've insisted on. A place to live, expendable funds, hell there's probably options for a new identity in there somewhere if that's what you'd want.

aaaaa i've never filled a request before so i rlly hope this is satisfactory djgfhfjghf. i hope it's in character enough, at least. i always kinda stress over like. what if my interpretation of a character is total dogshit and people don't like my writing. thanks for the ask!

#dn #death note #L my love #ask mothy #reply #death note headcanon #l death note #l lawliet #l lawliet x reader #i guess

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junnieverse · 7 months

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TRACK STAR ➳ ENHYPEN

➙ how enhypen react to seeing you win first place at your cross country race

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slight crack under riki's lol

request: " req for bf!enha when u finish 1st place at cross-country pls -rizzki anon"

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

a/n: hi angel, you know how much I love hearing from you so thank you for this request! hope you found it cute <33

🖇️ — 양정원 ; JUNGWON !

best believe he has his camera out to record the entire thing

jungwon makes sure to get footage of you winning your race just to watch it a whole bunch of times

he's like a proud mom that just saw his baby graduate from first grade

super supportive with helping you prepare for your races

he'll help you with stretches and even run/train with you whenever he can

brought maeumi to the race to support you as well

"Maeumi look, they won!" he says to his dog as she barked excitedly noticing you from the distance

rewards you with cuddles for the entire evening and gives you all the kisses in the world

doesn't miss praising you for how well you did and that he's very proud of you :((

🖇️ — 이희승 ; HEESEUNG !

your boyfriend is going to show off

you're always proud to tell everyone about his achievements and he in turn does the same with yours

his friends are tired of him talking about you (you're great but heeseung needs to put a sock in it)

he's usually pretty 'humble' or subtle when it comes to showing off but he couldn't hold back

starts doing this little victory dance in the crowd and tells everyone around him that he's your boyfriend

sweaty and all, heeseung still ran over to you after your race and hugged you spinning you around

smothered you in kisses and told you how well you did

makes sure to suprise you with a cute dinner and a muscle relaxing bubble bath afterwards as his treat to you

"My baby's a track star~" he says in a sing song tone whilst you both cuddled in bed

🖇️ — 박종성 ; JAY !

it didn't show but trust he was more anxious about how this race would go more than you were even though you were the one running

felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders seeing you crossing the finish line first

he knows how worried you were about the race so he was so proud of you for coming this far

jay is literally standing in the bleachers with a bouquet of flowers to gift you, even if you had came out last you'd still be a winner to him

calls you 'champ' from that day on

"How's my champ this morning?" he greets leaving a short peck on your temple

you missed hearing him calling you other endearing nicknames but oddly enough champ motivated you to do better in your other races

he also knows how straining the long distance run probably was so he makes sure to give you a massage to relax you and get the tension out your body

🖇️ — 심재윤 ; JAKE !

I've mentioned this multiple times and I'll keep saying it

jake will never beat the proud/super supportive boyfriend agenda

he will always be your biggest fan in any of your pursuits, win or lose he'll always be there to stand by you

your boyfriend was literally in the stands holding a banner saying ' my partner is a track star '

probably has a picture of you with your trophy/medal framed and hung somewhere in his room

he makes sure to treat you to an ice cream date after your race because in his words, his super star deserves their reward

he makes sure to post it on his social media too even if it isn't much of a 'big deal' to you

jake takes your wins to heart more than you do

you'd swear he was the one that just ran and came in first

"That's my baby over there!" he yells as you cross the finish line coming in first

🖇️ — 박성훈 ; SUNGHOON !

show off no.2, yep, this boy is telling everyone

the people next to him in the stands saw it first hand but he's loudly cheering about how his partner just won their race

hell he's telling the waiter at the diner you were both at that you won too

"Did you know they actually won their cross country race? Yep, I'm dating a star athlete." he says as you hid behind your hands

to say the least you also felt kinda embarrassed by your boyfriend and his boastful actions

but you were also happy to see how proud hoon was of your achievements and that he wanted to show you off

"You can stop now Hoon, the whole city knows at this point." you tell him covering his mouth during his phone call

yep, he called his mom to tell her too

she probably went around telling everyone excitedly too, it seemingly runs in the genes

🖇️ — 김선우 ; SUNOO !

he is that sort of 'sports mom' that comes with all the snacks and drinks for you

also asks you alot of questions to make sure you're not too anxious and you're energized and ready to run beforehand

"Do you need some water before running baby? can I help you with anything else? Make sure you stretch so you don't pull anything."

he just wants to make sure you don't get any injuries during your race

starts jumping around excitedly when he sees you've won your race

he knows you're all sweaty so he holds off hugging you until you're clean

going out to karaoke or for korean bbq to celebrate your win with friends

he's all smiles because he's happy to see how all your hard work paid off

🖇️ — 西村力 ; NI-KI !

he knew you were a good runner but not this good

he was expecting you to place somewhere in the top ten but not first

was still really happy for you but mostly in shock

meets you after your race to give you a congratulatory hug and kiss (as one good boyfriend does in his words)

"Damn I owe Sunghoon hyung 30 bucks now-" he whispers which you caught on

you soon learnt your loving dear boyfriend made a bet with hoon that you wouldn't come out first and he ofcourse lost that bet

"Haha what, babe I always knew you could do it, I knew from the very beginning you were a cross country champion." he says following after you like a lost puppy trying to get your attention

he made it up to you by printing a shirt with your face on it and the words ' they won their track race and my heart '

it was cringe but you forgave him because he wore it in public embarrassing himself for you

riki made sure to never bet on you ever again but he was always going to be your number one fan

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jonillaa · 9 months

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hii!!! can I request a fluff!! where yn is haruas stylist! haruas has a crush on his stylist and always gets so shy when she needs to make adjustments and does his make up, he's so awkward with yn too! Him and yn are kind of close tho since they keep contact and make little jokes

BOY IN LUV ┊ shigeta harua

PAIRING ┊ idol!harua x stylist!reader

GENRE ┊ fluff

WC ┊ 447

WARNINGS ┊ reader is older than harua (by like 2 years) , female reader , harua calls reader ‘noona’ , reader calls harua pretty , maki is mentioned , not proof-read , lowercase intended

SYNOPSIS ┊ harua has been harboring a crush on you, his stylist, for months. being close friends already, he tries to brush it off as normal teenage shyness. but as time goes on, his feelings become harder to suppress.

A/N ┊ hii everyone! I’m so so sorry for the lack of posts omg 🥲 I’m finishing up on everybody’s reqs and will start posting them soon! i swear once I’m done with all of them I’ll go back to daily posting 🫶🫶

as an idol, harua was used to performing in front of thousands of screaming fans, but there was one person who managed to make him more nervous than any stage ever could. that person was you, his stylist. he had been crushing on you for months, but he hid his feelings behind his bunny smile and tried to ignore the way his heart would race whenever you were near.

harua and you had been close friends for a while, sharing inside jokes and spending a lot of time together. he cherished those moments, treasuring all the little interactions he had with you. but lately, he had started to feel a different kind of flutter in his chest whenever you were around. it was the kind of feeling that had him tripping over his own words and blushing like a fool.

harua always got a little shy and flustered when you had to make adjustments to his outfit or do his makeup. he couldn't help but wonder if you noticed his extra fidgeting or the way his cheeks would turn crimson under your touch. he would steal glances at you, hoping you wouldn't catch on to how much of a mess he was becoming.

of course, his best friend, maki, noticed immediately. maki was always teasing both of you, claiming that harua had a crush on you. but you brushed it off, not believing it for a second. you never thought someone like harua would be interested in you.

one day, after a particularly electrifying performance, harua found himself sitting in front of you, his heart pounding as you made some adjustments to his outfit. he couldn't hold it in any longer. all the words he had been stifling for months were desperate to escape. as you worked, he hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "noona... you're so pretty."

the words slipped out, and harua’s eyes widened in shock at his own confession. the silence hung heavy between you both as you stared at each other, both of your faces turning a deep shade of red. harua’s normally confident and composed self had disappeared, leaving in its place a shy and vulnerable boy who had finally let his feelings slip through the cracks.

a stunned smile flickered across your face at his unexpected compliment. you had always thought harua was adorable, but you never thought he would feel the same way about you. for a moment, uncertainty wrestled within you, but the glimmer of hope and happiness in his eyes was enough to reassure you.

recovering from your initial surprise, you leaned in slightly, a smile gracing your lips as you whispered, "you’re pretty too, harua."

those simple words broke the tension, and a surge of happiness coursed through harua’s veins. he couldn't believe you felt the same way. his shyness began to fade as excitement filled him.

a delighted giggle escaped you, and harua couldn’t help but join in. it felt like the start of something magical, turning the page of your friendship into something deeper and more meaningful.

#&team #&team scenarios #&team x reader #shigeta harua #shigeta harua x reader #shigeta harua fluff #shigeta harua smut #&team harua #harua x reader #harua fluff #jonillaa

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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WOAH WOAH is your MHA reqs open?? So I wanted to request a Todoroki x Reader Angst where Todoroki sees his s/o getting stabbed by a villain with countless sharp spears like in Chiaki’s death video in danganronpa along with 1-A and just loses it? I’m sorry I’m craving for angst rn ✨✨ also love your writing and remember to stay safe <33 💕💗

My requests are open yes!! I have actually missed receiving them (and tbf I’m prolly not getting them because I’m doing daily updates on History of Us hahaha). So thanks for the request anon. I’m also really touched that you love my writing 🥰 I hope this lives up to your impression of me!

I had never seen danganropa but I just looked up what you were talking about and w o w I am in ✨pain✨ 🥲 I’ve got you anon. It’s going to hurt but I got you. Did I drag out (y/n)’s last words? Yes. Would they realistically already have died before saying all that I have them say? Probably. But this is fanfic and if movie writers can do it then goddamn it so can I!

CW for angst, somewhat graphic description of major character injury and death (reader), non-major character death, and canon typical violence

Nothing has been the same since the fall of the hero commission and the loss of faith in the Symbol of Peace’s generation of heroes. It’s been two years since Shigaraki wreaked havoc and Dabi exposed Endeavor’s crimes. As pros unused to that level of violence retired or quit, hero class students have been forced to step up and fill in the spaces they left behind. As a result, even as their faith in the pros waned, the public started to see the students as a beacon of hope. All Might, they whisper, spoiled the current generation of heroes. They argue that Endeavor is now too old to keep up, that Hawks and Mirko are too burdened by their mentors’ failures, and all the heroes aged in between are too used to the relative peace of the golden era to be effective. These current students though? Students like the famous UA hero class A, now third years who’ve already seen so much? They are the new hope. They’d grown up in the fires of a post-symbol of peace era and as such they are the only ones who can drag society out of it. It would be flattering if not for the overwhelming pressure that comes along with it.

Shoto thinks he would have been crushed beneath that pressure if not for you.

The two of you had started growing close your first year during the provisional license exam make up classes. Spending so much additional time together over the weekend had allowed Shoto to slowly open up to you until a beautiful friendship had blossomed. Even still, both of you had secretly yearned for something more. It was only after the destruction of Jaku City and the Todoroki family secrets were aired to the whole of Japan that the two of you finally acted on your feelings. You’d been such a source of support for him afterwards that eventually he hadn’t been able or willing to hold back any longer and had confessed his feelings to you late one night in the dorms. The two of you have been together ever since and fully intend to open a hero agency together after graduation. He knows the two of you are still young but sometimes when he looks at you with your blinding smile or when you’re sleeping peacefully beside him, he swears he can hear wedding bells. If the civilians of Japan can consistently forget how young you all are as they urge you to take over for the pros, then it seems only fair he should be able to forget too.

His mother was ecstatic when he asked her about engagement rings. Endeavor had said it was too early, that marriage is too large a commitment to make at 18 years old, but Shoto insisted and eventually a compromise was reached. He’ll wait until after graduation but then he’s determined to make you his forever and always.

It’s an otherwise normal Saturday afternoon in the dorms when Iida and Momo get an urgent distress signal to gather the entirety of the class and head into the city. A large group of ragtag criminals, determined to become the next League of Villains, is terrorizing Musutafu and the number of casualties is climbing rapidly. The other heroes usually responsible for that area had been called away to handle a different disaster and all attempts made by the civilians to defend themselves had only led to more chaos. The entire class mobilized in seconds. Calls like this aren’t uncommon now. The villains have been banding together more and their bloodlust seems to have grown exponentially with civilians’ continued lack of trust in the current pros. By the time you all arrive to the scene there’s no time to waste. “Be careful,” you tell Shoto, carefully running a hand through his hair before resting it on his cheek. He brings his hand up to cover yours before promising, “I will.” He presses a kiss to your palm but before he can do more Bakugo sharply barks “Hurry it up lovebirds we got a fucking job to do!” before racing off. You both know he’s right. “I love you,” you tell Shoto. “Love you too,” he promises before you both steel yourselves and then take off into the fray.

It’s an absolutely grueling battle. Every time someone takes one villain down, another comes to take their place. “Pinky! On your left!” you call out, causing your classmate to sharply turn. Mina just manages to dodge a punch one of the villains throws her way and swiftly counteracts with an attack of her own, calling out a thanks. There’s no time to breathe though and almost as soon as you’re done warning Mina, you have to dive in to keep another villain off Ojiro’s back. It’s chaotic but slowly you’re starting to pick away the forces as many of the remaining villains start fleeing. Once it looks like they’ve all retreated you instinctively look for Shoto, having not seen him since the fighting had properly started. You catch sight of him and heave a sigh of relief. You call out his name to catch his attention and although he initially offers you a soft smile you notice his eyes suddenly widen. “(Y/n) behind you!” he calls out.

Every moment after that seems to happen in slow motion.

You turn around just in time for a spear to fire clean through your shoulder, knocking you off balance. You start to fall backwards but before you can even hit the ground at least a dozen more rise up from the asphalt and impale your body. You hear Shoto’s broken cry of your name but it sounds so distant to you. After a moment stuck in place the spears suddenly drop back into the ground. Shoto is next to you in a second, pulling your broken body close as you bleed out. One of your other classmates tries to call for medical support but all he can focus on is you and the sheer amount of blood you’re losing. Shoto knows his training. He knows that when a victim has been stabbed it’s crucial to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding, but how can he when there’s so many fucking wounds. “You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. You’re going to be ok.” He says it over and over again like a mantra. It’s both a plea to you and a desperate attempt to deny the harsh reality that the love of his life is bleeding out in his arms.

You press a bloody hand to his cheek, looking lovingly up at the man you’d do anything for, and shush him quietly. “Sho,” you rasp, voice already weak as your body tries and fails to cope with your injuries. “Don’t,” he warns. “Sho, baby, look at me,” you try again but he shakes his head, shutting his eyes tightly as tears start to run down his cheeks. “Please?” you ask and he can’t deny you, never could, so he opens his eyes and looks down at your glossy ones as you fight to stay awake just a little bit longer. “There they are. I always did love your eyes,” you tell him wistfully as your thumb strokes his cheek, smearing your blood there, though you don’t seem to notice. “You can’t leave me. You have to be ok,” he whispers but you shake your head. You can already feel yourself fading and with medical attention still several minutes out at least you know there’s no fixing this. “I need you to promise me something,” you tell him. “Anything,” he replies immediately and it brings a sad smile to your blood stained lips. “Promise you’ll find someone else after me,” you say and the scandalized look on his face would have probably made you laugh under different circumstances. “You’ve got too much love to give to let it die with me,” you tell him but he shakes his head again. “I could never love anyone else like I love you,” he swears and he means it with every fiber of his being. You chuckle wetly. “You always were stubborn. Fine, then promise to never forget me,” you compromise, tears welling in your own eyes now too. “I couldn’t even if I tried,” he swears before leaning down to press one last kiss to your lips. He can taste the tang of iron and feel your tears and his mingling on your cheeks. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips as he pulls away, but for the first time since he first said the words to you, you don’t say them back. “(Y/n)? Baby, I love you,” he tries again, pulling back to look at you properly now. Your eyes remain shut, your hand falling limp from his cheek, and when he looks to your chest the rise and fall of it has ceased.

Devastation claws up through him like a rabid animal, tearing him apart as his whole world shatters around him. He feels his grief like a physical ache in his chest, radiating out to each of his limbs as if every cell of his body is violently rejecting the fact that you’re gone. “Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asks cautiously, putting a gentle hand on Shoto’s shoulder. Shoto’s head snaps up as he cradles you closer, as if scared your body will be taken away from him too. Before Midoriya can say whatever he was going to, Denki’s voice cuts through the tense silence. “I got him!” he crows, shoving the villain down to the ground in front of his classmates. Shoto’s eyes land on the villain and instantly his grief twists into a searing rage. He gently lays your body down but his eyes are cold and lethal as he stares down the man that took you away from him. Midoriya realizes what’s happening a beat too late and by the time he reaches out to grab Shoto, the grief stricken man has already launched himself at the villain and grasped hold of him. His right hand closes around the man’s throat, ice wrapping around it like a vice grip. He’s vaguely aware of his classmates calling his name but he doesn’t care. This man stole the love of his life from him. For that he will pay. Before Todoroki can finish the job he’s suddenly being yanked back by Midoriya and Bakugo. “Let go of me!” he demands as he fights against their hold, ignoring their warnings and empty platitudes. He manages to wrench his left arm free for a brief moment and that’s all he needs. His flames shoot out, preventing Midoriya from getting a good hold of him again, and the man who murdered you goes up in flame. His howls of pain echo around the buildings around them but the sound is music to Shoto’s ears. Let him suffer. It’s a fate he deserves.

His classmates watch on in stunned horror until the villain is burned down to ash. As his flames die out so too does all the fight seem to drain from Shoto as the crushing grief returns. Bakugo let’s him go once it’s clear he’s not a threat anymore and Shoto uses his freedom to drag himself back over to your lifeless body. It’s not fair. You’re so young. He’s so young. Why was this fight even you all’s responsibility in the first place? He’s been excitedly planning his proposal to you for weeks. Now he’ll have to plan a funeral. The thought makes him physically ill and he has to turn to the side as bile climbs up his throat and he retches onto the asphalt beside him.

How is he supposed to go on without you?

Midoriya returns a hand to his shoulder as the paramedics finally arrive. It’s too late. Far too late. One of them approaches cautiously and like a dog protecting his master Shoto immediately lashes out. “Don’t you fucking touch them,” he warns, eyes cold and voice lethal. The paramedic jerks backwards, his hands up in surrender, as he cautiously looks to the other class A students for advice. They have none. They’ve never seen Todoroki like this. They can’t even begin to imagine what he’s going through. It’s Eijirou who steps up in the end. He approaches Shoto carefully, as if his classmate is a feral animal, before kneeling down to his level. “They need to take (y/n) to the hospital on that stretcher over there,” Kirishima tells him carefully, jerking his head in the direction of the waiting ambulance. “Can you carry them there for the paramedics?” he asks. Shoto stares at Kirishima blankly as if trying to process his words before slowly nodding. “Ok. Let’s go then, yea?” Kiri asks. Another nod in response before Shoto carefully gathers you into his arms. He ignores the way your body has already started to go cold as he carries you over to the stretcher. He tries to pretend they’re just rushing you to the hospital, that they’re speeding you over to recovery girl and in a few hours time you’ll be tired but cheery, teasing him for being so worried about nothing. But as he lays you down and then watches them zip you up into a black bag, he knows it’s a hopeless fantasy. You’re gone and you’re never coming back.

A few days later he sits in a black suit with a black tie and a silver chain carrying an engagement ring around his neck. He leans against Fuyumi, who sits on his left side, while his mother grasps tightly onto his right hand. Behind him Natsuo rests a steady hand on his shoulder. His father hovers nearby, unsure how best to offer his support or if his support would even be welcome. They are the only thing that keeps Shoto from falling apart. When the time comes, he stands on shaky legs and approaches your open casket. At first he’d been insistent he wouldn’t look, but his mother had argued his last image of you shouldn’t be your broken body, riddled with holes. So he looks down at you, pieced back together by some mortician, lying motionless in the nicest outfit you own and he traces every detail of you. He tries to patch over the memory of you broken on the ground that haunts him every night since it’s happened with this image of you now. He pictures all of the good and beautiful moments you’ve shared together, let’s them swell in his chest until they’re too large to contain and pour out of him through his silent tears. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your too cold forehead and mumbles to you again his final promise:

“I love you, (y/n). I’ll never forget you.”

#this hurt me so fucking bad to write oh my godddd #it’s so long too oh man I really said ‘you want pain? I’ll give you pain’#🤡🤡🤡#anyway even though it hurt I loved writing this #thanks for the request anon #hhrequests #shoto x y/n #todoroki x y/n #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki

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byulsgrease · 2 years

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palinoia + moonbyul || off the beaten path

(smut but not particularly graphic, ~970 words) - event prompt list

a/n: I'm not dead. surprise! combined a req and an event post bc it kinda fit? also I definitely wrote this like 3 sentences at a time over the span of maybe 3 weeks oops finals may have killed my brain a little. event's still open if y'all wanna req!

palinoia: the obsessive repetition of an art until it is perfect or mastered

Your shoes came off immediately upon stepping inside, hard-soled shoes up to the dress code and standing for long periods of time truly were the worst combination. The strap of your messenger bag got pushed off your shoulder, leaving an indent in the fabric of your shirt.

Byulyi stood to greet you with open arms, having just come home herself as you slumped lethargically into her embrace. The tension from your shoulders began fading away when hers hands found your lower back.

“Long day?” You nodded into her shoulder with limited range of motion. “Did you wanna talk about it?” she asked quietly, hand rubbing your back with care. Your head shook, whispering in her ear you’d rather have a distraction, hoping she understood your veiled request.

Getting marched to the bed and backed onto it served as indication enough that she understood. You pulled her in for a kiss, pressing your fingertips into the back of her neck. She returned the gesture with her hands on your hips, thumbs sweeping over the skin exposed by your barely hiked up shirt. Byulyi peppered small kisses to your cheeks and jawline, letting out a barely audible chuckle when your head scrunched into your shoulder out of embarrassment, a flustered heat licking your face.

Funnily enough, Byulyi refused to buy handcuffs. She claimed lock and key were too bothersome, that she’d lose it somehow and inevitably have to cut you free one day. But she used basically anything else to accomplish the exact same goal— shoelaces, ribbon, neckties. Hell, she even used a resistance band once. That one certainly left a few marks. She always told you that restraints wouldn’t leave any if you simply stayed still— chuckling softly to herself all the while because she knew that was nearly impossible. She enjoyed tending to them afterwards anyway. Plus, knots. There were just so many possible permutations of how to tie someone up. Or back. Or down. She approached the task of tying you up with intent and focus which was strangely mesmerizing, watching her methodically set up your restraints.

Today was no different after a long day at work as she unfurled the tie from around her neck. You yelped when she clasped your wrist and swung it above your head in an instant, and then whined from knowing full well what was coming.

“Hey, you’re the one who asked for a distraction. Just focus on me.” How nonchalant. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it though, allowing her to do whatever she wanted for a while. Hopefully she wasn’t in a mood to be mean.

“Do your best to keep your hands here, okay?” she instructed softly, hovering above you as her fingers maneuvered her tie into an elaborate knot around your wrists, looping them to the bedpost. You gave a gentle nod. At least it wasn’t both hands and feet. Now that was torture— depending on who you asked, of course. You sighed resigned when her lips found yours, unable to pull her in closer. Byul always kissed you deeply and desperately, the kind that never failed to remind that she cared. She upped the pace and trailed her fingertips up your sides, sending a shiver through your body. Your heel hooked around the back of one of her legs as some kind of gesture of closeness. What else could you do with unavailable hands?

When she pulled back for air, you wasted no time sounding a plea— “Byul, I need you, n-now,” shakily tripping over your words. Heat simmered underneath your skin at the admission, both from how little it took and also from how desperate it sounded. Not what you intended, it just slipped out that way. Your head fell to the side, attempting to bury your burning face in your upper arm bent beside your head.

She stared at you proudly for a moment with her lower lip cunningly bitten between pearly teeth. You wondered what the delay was. She heard you, right? She leaned down with the weight of her body pressed into yours, lips directly next to your ear.

“Aw, incoherent and whiny already?” A low chuckle reverberated from deep in her throat, deafening to your ears with her proximity. Well— that, and your pulse thumping restlessly in your eardrums in anticipation of what she’d do next. Had you asked for too much?

Her hand slid down your front to slip her fingers into your waistband. The pads of her fingers tapped along the skin just underneath. You couldn’t help but arch your back to meet your hips with her touch, trying to force her hand lower. She obliged and smiled again when a drawn out whine left your mouth, your body tensing solidly beneath her.

“You can have anything you want, baby. You just have to tell me. Or I’ll figure it out on my own eventually,” she murmured into the warmth of your neck before marking it up with her teeth. The hitched breaths and choked-back moans stopped short in your throat gave her all the motivation to continue. She smiled again, lips taut against your sensitive skin. She kissed down to your breasts, savoring each delicate touch that fueled the building heat between your thighs. After all your fidgeting, her fingers finally trailed to where you wanted them most, pulling the sweet yet desperate sounds of her name from your lips.

“Just relax and let me take care of you, haven’t you worked hard enough today?” she whispered reassuringly against your chest, completely dissolving your self-restraint with one utterance as your wrists tugged uselessly against the fabric with a singular drawn out whine.

No handcuffs, no problem. Byulyi would never pass up a chance to practice her knots on you. Maybe someday they’ll be perfect.

#requested #off the beaten path #N #mamamoo smut #moonbyul smut #mamamoo imagines #moonbyul x reader #mamamoo x reader #mamamoo fic #mamamoo scenarios #mamamoo moonbyul #moonbyul imagines #kpop smut #girl group smut #moon byulyi #moonbyul

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Etho & tango for writing req? Midnight? 💕

Etho and Tango are such an underrated friendship. Thank you for suggesting them! :D

Requests are still open! See this post for details.

Tango constantly loses track of time when he’s working on his minigames. When he was in the middle of creating Decked Out, he would often go for days at a time without eating or sleeping; not on purpose or anything, just because he would completely forget to do so. It got to the point where Impulse and Zedaph forced him to wear a heart monitor so they could track his vitals and make sure he ate and slept at the appropriate times. He almost wishes they would do that again for his Among Us game, but there’s no way he can ask them to do it.

Finally, he is able to force himself to step back from his work and leave his underground minigame. He steps out into the crisp night air and takes off with his elytra towards the lights of Aquatown in the distance, intending to fly straight past and go to bed.

But something makes him go down early and land neatly in the centre of the city. The late hour ensures that nobody else is around, but the bright lights still make the city feel alive. It imbues him with new energy.

Taking his shoes and socks off, he sits down on the edge, dipping his feet in the ocean. It’s chilly but not unbearably so. In fact, having spent at least two straight days in what’s essentially a sauna, the cool water is refreshing.

“Evening,” comes a pleasant voice from behind him.

Tango glances round and spots a figure approaching him. “Hi, Etho. How’s it going?”

Etho sits down next to Tango, folding his legs so his feet don’t trail in the water. “It’s going, let’s put it like that.”

“Dude, I hear you. How’s your quiz minigame going?”

“Infuriatingly slow,” sighs Etho. “I know what I gotta do in terms of redstone; it’s just getting down to it and actually making things go ding.”

Tango chuckles. “Same, same. Things just don’t go together like they should. Circuits I should be building in my sleep are giving me headaches. And who knew a room full of redstone circuits would be so hot? I didn’t know redstone gave off heat.”

“Think of it like a computer,” Etho says. “The bigger and more complex it is, the more it heats up. No wonder you’ve got sweat stains all over your back.”

“I have?” Tango twists to try and look at his back. “Ugh, I gotta take a shower. I just really don’t feel like moving right now.”

“Then don’t.” Etho’s smile is audible in his voice. “Just sit here with me for a bit. We can both use a bit of a break from our redstone chores. And there’s nothing more relaxing than just sitting and looking at the stars.”

“Agreed.”

The two fall into silence, gazing up at the night sky. Far above them, the stars shine brightly, twinkling like a giant cluster of fireflies. The chilly air is quiet enough for them to hear, a few minutes later, the distant chiming of the clock Scar built in the middle of Aquatown.

“It’s midnight,” Tango says quietly.

Etho nods. “It is. Do you want to go home?”

After a moment, Tango shakes his head. “I want to sit here a little longer.”

Although neither of them say it, they know that this is the most peaceful both of them have felt in weeks, maybe even months. The thing about doing big redstone projects is that you need to take a lot of breaks, which both Tango and Etho know they haven’t been doing as often as they should. But maybe that’s what makes tonight so special.

After all, there’s hardly anything better than gazing up at the stars with a good friend.

#hermitcraft #etho #ethoslab #tangotek #vaunna’s requests

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teamyellremade · 4 years

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aster told me i have to make this a tumblr post so they can send it to all their friends so HERE WE GO.

here’s the story of how i sold stitches the bear and met a fey god in the process.

as you all probably have figured, i’m pretty into the animal crossing trade market. i actually got all my current villagers minus freya (who i traded for) on my own, but that’s another story.

well, a couple days ago, i was time traveling to try and get someone to move out of my island when i get the notification that someone’s at my campsite! i head over to see who it is, and it’s none other than STITCHES, one of the most popular villagers. i play a couple games with him and manage to recruit him to my island!

i know i intend on trading/selling him because hot DAMN are tier 1 villagers a commodity. so i open up a listing on nookazon. immediately i’m flooded with friend reqs on discord, and i receive an offer for 3 million bells, which i am interested in. a day or so passes, and i receive ANOTHER offer that matches my previous one. so now i have 2 offers for 3 million bells for this one single villager.

“3 million bells is quite a lot, right? you must have accepted one of those offers!” WELL, NOT EXACTLY.

another couple days pass, and i’m time traveling once more. stitches is walking around deep in thought, with a little thought bubble over his head. i speak to him, and he informs me he is considering moving! i tell him “that’s fine, good luck on your travels!” and he thanks me for being supportive

i go and message both people with offers, telling them that i want to get him out sooner rather than later so i can go on some island tours myself. one person tells me that they already received stitches, and the other is offline.

so, i go to gamefaqs!

RIGHT OFF THE BAT, i receive an offer for 7 MILLION BELLS. i tell the person i’m interested, and they tell me that they’re currently out but will be home in 30 minutes. i agree to wait.

BUT THEN, i get ANOTHER OFFER.

40 nook mile tickets (which are sort of a premier currency in the game, and typically sell for 150,000 to 200,000 bells APIECE) which the person reasons is worth around 8 million bells, assuming we are charging 200k per ticket.

at this point i’m sorta leaning towards the bells still since 7 mil is a LOT, but i get another private message. the same person offering the 40 tickets is adding onto their offer. 40 nook mile tickets, 3 million bells, and a set of golden tools.

i tell them i’m very interested in that offer, but want to wait for the other person to get back to me because i feel bad leaving them in the dust.

while i’m waiting on replies, i receive some other offers thru discord. one person asks what my current offer is. i tell them That and they say something along the lines of “LOL NOPE” and unfriend me

i finally get this message, which i will post a screencap of because it’s just. something

I have all day.

at this point i am QUAKING IN MY BOOTS at this offer. i’m convinced this is not a real person, but accept the offer nonetheless.

the person time travels to get a free plot, and i send them a dodo code to get them over to my island.

i’m wondering what this person looks like. i assume they are one of those scary serious players with the meticulously terraformed islands, and their villager reflects that.

they show up in a full blown jester outfit, complete with makeup, and just start chucking nook mile tickets and bells all over the ground in front of my airport

I DID END UP GETTING EVERYTHING THEY OFFERED ME, SO THIS WAS NOT A SCAM.

BUT I AM FAIRLY CERTAIN I RAN INTO SOME SORT OF FEY BEING ON ANIMAL CROSSING THAT DAY.

#OK TO RB

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the-black-birb · 4 years

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i just read your carrd!! it's really pretty. i also hope it's okay to ask, but i am interested to know why you want to transition from x readers to character x character, and if so, what will happen to this blog? will you be posting your character x character works here?

TLDR: i won't post character x character on tumblr but my blog isn't going anywhere. I want to write c x c because i think they're more interesting and I wrote a bunch on why.

soo while i was hiatusing i thought about that a bit

Originally, i intended to do both here but i feel like that will get a bit messy so my plan at the moment is to keep tumblr for character x reader works and use ao3 for character x character. I'm still in school right now so i can't give the time i want to either of these, but my focus will probably shift and I'll spend less time on tumblr than I did before. I'm not going to abandon this blog, but rather than dedicate a lot of energy to long character x reader fics, I'd rather use reader inserts as "warmup" pieces that are shorter and take less time to do. I'll still post here, just less than I did whenever i was at my "peak" of content/posting.

As for why i want to switch, there's a few reasons. Firstly, c x c will definitely reach a greater audience than reader-inserts. As a writer, I want the chance for more people to read my works. That being said, it's something I'm very interested in doing, i dont want anyone to have the impression I'm just in it for the numbers.

I've said this a few times before but when I started this blog I was rather emotionally compromised. For me, writing was almost only an outlet for me to heal or at the very least take my mind off of my own situation. I think this is the case for a lot of reader-insert writers and readers, and i dont think thats bad. We want a way to get out of our own situations or lives, so we live vicariously through fiction. It's (probably??) a helping coping mechanism and it's fun!!

But as I've kept writing, it's always been a goal of mine to keep pushing my boundaries in order to improve. At first this meant expanding my media to different types of stories by writing smaus, short scenarios, and headcanons (hcs quickly got boring for me tbvh and they are the majority of my pending reqs). Once Iwas doing all different sorts of stories, I tried to expand my style but incorporating elements of my own prose and other authors that I hadn't thought of before. But storytelling for me has always been largely character-based. Rather than an interesting setting or plot, I want to write characters that come to life on the page.

And reader-inserts just don't cut it.

A reader-insert is a fic that anyone should be able to relate, regardless of appearances or age or anything, unless it's otherwise specified (ie punk!reader or artist!reader). Because the reader character has to be left blank, it starts to feel like all their interactions with characters are the same. Even if I'm writing for a specific character, i could probably copy and paste another person's name in and it wouldn't make a difference.

I'm not saying reader inserts can't characterize subjects well, I've read magnificent ones that absolutely do. But it's more difficult and in order to do so the stories still tend to have less of a focus on characterization and more of focus on setting and plot (look at my love in time analysis: that story was all about the characters). When I got bored with short scenarios I tried to plan out longer, more intricate stories like lemonade and rekindle, but that quickly became a bunch of wips of c x c fics because there's more potential.

I really enjoy analysis of characters, it's why the 'sleepover with ray' event is fun bc people ask questions about the characters themselves w/o need for a reader character. As I try to make my writing more sophisticated, I think inevitably it was going to expand to character x character fics because while reader insert fics let you explore one character at a time, c x c lets you delve into the emotions behind their interactions and learn about both of them.

It might just be my shortcomings as a writer that limit me from what doing that with reader-insert fics but, frankly, I'm okay with that. I'm doing this so i can first and foremost write something I'll enjoy (which rn happens to be character x character) and secondly so I can improve and get to a point where I can write how I want. I want to switch to character x character writing because they have far more potential in my eyes and in the long run.

Side note: this is absolutely terrifying. I wrote a twt thread on it (I'd link it if my acct wasn't locked 😭), but as I've been reading c x c fics on ao3 and interacting w the authors a bit on twt and in discord i came to the realization that this audience is generally a bit older. I got in a slump comparing my writing to someone elses (never do that, it's about growth) only to realize they were twelve years older than me. Thats a whole preteen of age in between us 😭😭. From my experience, reader insert readers are mostly teens and i think this makes sense: we're fed up with feeling out of control and putting ourselves in the story helps remedy that or at least helps distract us. Character x character has more adult readers: people in control of their lives looking more to live vicariously through someone else's. For me the understanding that my writing will have more critical eyes judging it is both enthralling and terrifying, but that's what I want to write so I'm not about to let it stop me.

I want to clarify: I don't think less of reader inserts as media. For one thing, I dedicated two months of my time to them. I just find it limiting with where I am right now. As I take on bigger projects that take more time, I'm more drawn to character x character, so that's what I'll do!! When I finish stuff up i might post the ao3 link for exposure but I'm not gonna make a masterlist or anything for it all. I'm keeping reader-inserts as short pieces that take less time, but I'm not going to stop writing them all together.

If you read this far down thank you for making it through my word vomit!! Remember to drink some water and don't forget to sit up straight occasionally. I'm going through growing pains as i try to change my writing, and I really truly appreciate the continued support of everyone that finds this blog. Ultimately, i keep this updated for fun, so I'm going to write what's fun for me! I'm glad for all of you that have stuck around for the ride <3

#ray rambles #blog update?#blog update #me staring at the 8 page sakuatsu wip in my google drive #🙄🙄🙄

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andrea-lyn · 5 years

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Oh no, another Malex prompt, an AU if you're into it: Michael is a young University (linguistics? sociology? engineering?) professor (alien or not, to be decided); Alex is the AF veteran using his post-secondary pay to go though University. They meet at a coffee shop/the library/used car lot,wherever but know better than to screw it up. But it's so hard.

“Dr. Guerin, do you have a minute?”

Michael is in the middle of grading a pile of papers and he’s regretting agreeing to take on Introduction to Engineering Materials of the Future, because in his entire class, there’s only about three promising students who are going to make it.

He glances up in the middle of marking up another paper in red to find one of those three students standing there. Student of course, being an accurate word, but definitely not one of the young ones that make him wonder daily why he signed up for this willingly. “Captain Manes,” he says, shoulders practically sagging with relief to be handed a reprieve. “Please. Rescue me.”

“That bad?”

Michael doesn’t say that he’s debating firing up his spaceship and leaving the planet, but he’s definitely had a few of those thoughts in recent days.

Being an alien who’s come to earth to hold down a job and learn about their science and their culture had sounded like a good mission when Max had offered it to him. Now, he’s debating how many of the papers he’s had to grade he’ll need to make a giant origami middle finger that he can fly home to Antar.

“This paper is trying to convince me of the merits of jell-o,” he deadpans, which isn’t exactly promising.

As happy as he is for the distraction (both because Alex is one of his smartest students, but also he’s easy on the eyes and basically his age), he doesn’t know why he’s there.

“Are you here for office hours? Your last paper was excellent, same as your test scores,” Michael says suspiciously.

“Do you not want me here?”

The opposite, actually, but honestly, he’s been trying to ignore that flare of want within him. For one, Alex is a human. He’s also one a student, which isn’t so much of a problem because he’d enrolled after three tours, so he’s older, but he’s Michael’s student.

“No,” Michael hurries to answer when he realizes he hasn’t. “No, I’m surprised, that’s all.”

“I actually do want your help, but not with this class. I know I need to take the pre-reqs first, but I’ve been consulting on a project with the Air Force and I could use your help taking a look at the aerodynamics of the wings, if you’re feeling up to it?”

Michael shouldn’t.

He really shouldn’t. For one, it’s probably in poor taste to help a student with another professor’s class. It’s an even worse idea when the student you want to help is also a student you have a crush on. They’re about the same age, he knows, if for a few months difference, but he’s still Michael’s student until the semester ends and Alex heads off for his degree.

Yet, here he is, nodding. “Sure, why not.”

He ignores the pile of papers he needs to grade and spends the next few hours leaning over Alex’s shoulder to look at his work, rapidly tapping the paper as he offers his opinion, and drifting in to check his work to the point that he’s so close he can smell Alex’s body wash.

Michael exhales a hitched, stuttered breath, and forces himself to pull back before he gets in trouble.

Alex seems to be having similar thoughts. “I should probably…”

“Yeah,” Michael agrees hoarsely. “Yeah, I still need to finish grading,” he says, watching Alex stand and collect his books. He’s hovering close to Alex as he escorts him out, but before Alex leaves, he turns and presses his back up against the closed door to Michael’s office.

Student, he reminds himself. Alex Manes may be a Captain in the Air Force, an adult, and the tastiest snack he’s seen in these halls in years, but he’s still a student.

”Thank you,” he says, voice husky. He wets his lower lip as his gaze slides to Michael’s mouth.

Maybe kissing the hell out of Alex isn’t the right way to say ‘you’re welcome’, but it is the choice that Michael makes, as ill-advised as it might be. He backs him right up against the door, crowding his space as he tangles his hands in Alex’s hair, kissing him like he doesn’t plan to breathe again, like his only plan is to kiss Alex.

At least, that’s his plan until he hears a textbook thump to the ground, falling out of Alex’s bag.

Shit.

“We can’t,” Michael croaks out, the sense to say that taking every single ounce of his self-restraint. “If anyone finds out, we’d get in trouble, you could lose your scholarship, I could lose my job…” It’s telling how good the kiss had been, because Michael’s hands are still fumbling and holding tight to Alex’s shirt.

Still, the regret is clear in the way Alex’s lips curve downwards in the beginnings of a beautiful frown. “I know.”

Michael finally manages to let go, a soft sound torn from him when he does.

“Good luck on your project,” he offers, reaching to the side of Alex to open the door, using the threat of someone seeing as a preventative measure before they do anything else really stupid.

Alex bends to pick up his textbook, sliding it into his bag. “With the help you gave me, I don’t need luck. It’ll be amazing.”

Then he’s gone and Michael can breathe again.

Holy shit, he thinks. What did he just nearly do?

He didn’t, though. He’s not going to get fired and though he doubts he’ll ever sleep soundly again until he gets to kiss Alex Manes again, his job is safe, and he didn’t do something very, very stupid. It’s a shame his genius brain is currently lamenting that fact.

It’s a few weeks later, when midterms have been graded and returned to the students that he bumps into Alex again at a coffee shop. When his eyes slide over him, all he remembers is what it’d felt like to kiss Alex against his office door. Still, he marches right inside and tells himself that he’s a mature adult alien-human-something.

He can do this.

“Dr. Guerin,” Alex greets him. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Yes, it is,” Michael agrees, feeling like the awkwardness of this conversation might actually kill him. He’s tapping his fingers rapidly on the counter as his eyes slide over Alex, looking at the leather jacket he’s wearing that fits him like a glove. “How’d your project go?”

“A+,” Alex brags. “Thanks to you,” he adds, stepping towards Michael like he’s about to do something to thank him.

Michael’s heart starts to pound in his chest and as much as he knows he shouldn’t encourage this, he wants it. He hasn’t wanted anyone for years, not since he and his last girlfriend broke up because their interests and lives went in separate directions, not to mention cities.

Considering how Michael had shown his appreciation for Alex’s gratitude last time, he can only imagine what’s going to happen.

”Let me pay for your coffee,” Alex says, throwing him off his expectation, “in thanks.”

Michael exhales the breath he’s been holding in, beaming as he nods. “Yeah, that’d be…”

”And then we can take a walk while you drink it?”

There’s that other shoe.

The thing is, Michael really likes spending time with Alex, so even though he’s going to have to fight not to reach over and touch Alex, even casually, he’s not about to say no. He takes the piping hot coffee without a sleeve and cups his palms around it, like the pain will be a deterrent. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

They walk in silence for the first few blocks, mostly because Michael has no idea what the hell to say. He can feel the warmth of Alex’s body beside him, and it’s driving him crazy, because he wants it underneath his hands again.

“It was nice,” Alex finally breaks the silence, “you, helping me with my project.”

Yeah, it was, but Michael can’t say that.

Instead, he goes for honest truth. “Look, I want this,” Michael says, wanting to be blunt, “but you’re my student. That ends in trouble for both of us and we know it. I don’t want to throw away what I’ve got going on here, and honestly, I don’t think you do either, so nothing can happen.”

“For now.” Alex sounds smug about it, too, like somehow he’s smarter than Michael for figuring it out. They’ve come to a stop near a small set of benches, where students are on blankets studying, playing frisbee, and they’re in such a public place that they can’t do anything.

It’s simultaneously the safest they can be, but also a kind of torture that’s up there with watching Max struggle to learn to play the guitar.

Sure, Alex won’t be in his class, but he’ll still be a student.

Honestly? Michael’s not sure he cares that much.

”I was thinking when the semester is over, I might take you out on a date. If you’re into dating Air Force Captains and you might be willing to try that sort of thing.”

”I could be exclusively into that,” Michael hears himself saying.

“So,” Alex says, coming to a stop a few feet in front of Michael. “End of the semester?”

“End of the semester,” Michael hears himself agreeing. Either this is the best decision he’s ever made or the worst, but he’s going to quickly find out.

The final is six days away and Michael is counting down the days.

Lectures have become a painful thing, because Alex has taken to practically fellating his pen as he takes notes, running his lips and tongue over it, which makes Michael use the podium as a protective instrument to hide behind. He’s a complete menace, but seeing as Michael doesn’t intend to get fired from his job for even a hint of impropriety, he is going to behave.

Apparently, Alex Manes did not make the same vow.

“Captain Manes, a word after class in my office?” Michael says, clipped, as the students depart.

He can hear some of the first years making idiotic comments on their way out, but Michael collects his books and heads to his office, prying off his glasses (which he doesn’t need, but it’s good to throw people off the scent of some of other-worldly habits, like perfect health).

Alex ambles into the office casually a few minutes later, looking innocent as all fuck and even whistling nonchalantly, like he thinks this is a joke.

“Alex,” Michael pleads, the moment he closes the doors to his office. “Are you actually trying to kill me?”

“Seriously? Because of that?” Alex asks, waving his pen around. His eyes are bright and he lets his gaze slide over Michael. “Dr. Guerin, when’s the last time you got laid?”

His cheeks go furiously red. “That is not the p…” He grimaces, breathing out slowly, a frustrated sound on his breath vibrating his lower lip. Two years, says his helpful brain, because he’s been so busy with work and so uninterested in the options that he’s taken a sex sabbatical. He leans over and forcibly yanks the pen out of Alex’s hands to point at him with it. “Stop it.”

Alex smirks at him.

“Six days,” is all Alex says, reaching over to slide his thumb over the arm of Michael’s glasses, the pad of his thumb continuing to trace over the shell of Michael’s earlobe. “I should go. I’ve got a final in Engineering Materials to study for. I really want to impress the professor.”

Then, he’s gone.

Fucking menace, thinks Michael, and locks the door so he can jerk off before his office hours resume.

Four days later, his last class looms larger than life. Considering what he knows waits for him at the end of this class and the final, it drags like it’s got ten parachutes hurtling behind it.

Michael finishes teaching his last class, spending the last five minutes literally watching the clock. When it ticks to 4PM, he shouts that everyone should get the hell out. They’re not home free yet, though, as much as Michael desperately wishes they were.

He has to stop himself from floating all the objects in his apartment about three times, as he vibrates with tension, on the morning of the final.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long.

Twenty minutes after the exam for his course is over and Michael has packed up to leave (after he’s rushed through grading Alex’s final, shoving it into his TA’s hands so no one can accuse him of impropriety when he starts dating his student), he heads homewards so he can wait for Alex’s call.

He doesn’t even make it to his truck, though.

“Dr. Guerin.”

Michael whips his head around to track the sound of Alex’s voice, finding him leaning up against a tree. He’s wearing that leather jacket of his and Michael has upgraded him mentally from snack to meal.

“Are you free?”

Michael grins as he changes course, grabs Alex by the lapels, and pins his back hard against the tree. He rocks his hips up against Alex’s denim-clad legs, pinning him there as he tangles his fingers into Alex’s hair, fingers flexing and cupping Alex’s neck, tipping his face to the side to breathe before starting to mark up Alex’s neck with bites and kisses and the slow path of his tongue in a way that he’s been thinking about doing for months.

It’s only the start of his fantasies, but Michael thinks he’s never been happier.

“Well?” Alex asks breathlessly, cupping Michael’s face with both hands like he’s trying to hold onto this ride for dear life. “Are you? Free?”

“Exclusively,” Michael promises, before he kisses Alex in public the way that he’s been thinking about for months.

#joanib #malex #malex au #air force captain manes #doctor professor alien guerin #college au #forbidden romance au #roswell new mexico #tumblr prompts

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staycatcher · 5 years

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Brewgie’s Prompts!!!

Intro!!!

These are all prompts I’ve been keeping to myself or just general prompts, feel free to send in requests with a member and any additions or mixtures of these you’d like! These prompts most likely have an originally intended member, but I’m really flexible with these, you can send in your preferred member or say you want the original!! Either is perfect!~ Feel free to add personal additions and mixtures from this list you’d like!

What I’ll Write!!!

As of rn, I’m only willing to write for stray kids, dreamcatcher, jimin park (the female soloist), x readers (any/all pronouns), platonic or romantic and everything but smut and gore, for now, I’ll update if things change!

Also, I’m a human being so if you send in a req, please be patient with me; I’m a perfectionist and won't post anything unless I’m pleased with it :D Please understand that I also have the power to reject ideas I’m not comfortable with writing or generally don’t feel inspired to write

Rules!!!

All you have to do is be following me and send in a request through my asks:D the formula to put in the ask is as follows: number(s)! member(s) x pronouns reader, genre(s) [+platonic if you want]

I.e. “hello~ can you please write a 39 reverse! + 7! Seungmin x they/them reader, fluff and comedy, please n thank you with a cherry on top”

Entries I did will be linked with an “x” at the end of the prompt!

The Prompts!!!

Bowling date!

Carnival/Theme park date!

Study date!

Coffee date!

Date idea that you give me! :o

Kinds of dates headcanons!

Meeting for the first time!

You confess to them!

They confess to you!

Member as boyfriends headcanon!

Kissing them for the first time!

Kinds of kisses headcanons!

Frech kiss / makeout (that’s as smutty as I’ll go-)

Cuddling them for the first time!

Kinds of cuddling headcanons!

You wear their clothes for the first time!

Caught in the rain!

Truth or dare!

Spin the bottle!

Seven minutes in heaven! (see 13, tho it’s not necessarily guaranteed, it could be an awkward seven minutes~)

First sleepover!

Road trip!

Transplant donor au! (this is weird, ngl, but basically one of the members was your kidney donor, and you meet up later? It’s weird-) (or I guess you get an organ donation from them that you received when they died but that's sad-) (the reverse is good too!)

Blind! You (Like my Chan fic) (the reverse is good too!)

Wheelchair-bound! Member (the reverse is good too!)

Mentally ill! You (the reverse is good too!) (also feel free to specify what kind)

Roommate au! x

You show up to a costume party / halloween party and you dress up as the same thing or a matching couple, completely unplanned! (if you want the same or couple let me know or I decide~)

You work at a store/cafe/anywhere-really and they make you flustered whenever they come in, and they flirt outrightly to you and leave good tips! (the reverse is good too!)

You’re a waiter and they’re the performer at a fancy restaurant and you have a crush on them! (the reverse is good too!)

Athlete! Member x Mascot! You! (the reverse is good too!)

Class Partners! / Lab Partners!

��Nanny! Au (you nanny their kids or they nanny yours, doesn't necessarily need to be their actual kid it can be a sibling or anything)

Neighbor! Au (can be from childhood or current~)

Badboy! Member

Badgirl/boy/enby! You

Goodboy/girl/enby! Member

Goodgirl/boy/enby! You

Baker! You au! (the reverse is good too!)

Tutor! You

Tutor! Member

Chicken/food deliverer! You (i wrote a crackfic that I never posted that can be recycled-) (the reverse is good too)

Idol! Member x Idol! You

Fan! You x Idol! Them (I suppose the reverse good too, lmao it’d just be more of a challenge!)

Fan! You x Idol! Member but you bias another member (I suppose the reverse is good too, lmao it’d just be more of a challenge!)

Trainee! Au (y’all were or are currently trainees together)

Idol! Member x you (basically no aus involved it’s just what it's like dating them as they are now) (I suppose the reverse is good too, lmao it’d just be more of a challenge!)

Makeup Artist/Stylist! You (I suppose the reverse is good too, lmao it’d just be more of a challenge!)

Best friend! Au

Friends to lovers! Au

Enemy to Lover! Au

Family Friend! Au

Fake dating! Au

Soulmate! Au

Rejected Soulmate! au (Like my Minho fic)

Arranged Marriage! Au

Foreign exchanged student! you au (the reverse is good too!)

College/University! Au (just higher education au, not necessarily with frats/sororities involved)

Frat/Sorority! Au (Can be the same universe as my “Anguish” fic, or not~)

Grease! Au (inspired from the movie Grease)

Artist! Au (either you or member is an artist!)

Tattooer! au (either you or member or you both can be tattooers!)

Hogwarts! Au (Indicate what house you want the reader to be in if you want~) (PS I have my own sortings for them, but you are welcome to specify what house you’d want them to be in)

Bender! Au (Kind of like tlok/atla where you can bend the one of the four elements or can be the avatar and its subcategories, or can be a specific thing like lightning or ice/snow) (Feel free to specify i.e. airbender! jeongin x nonbender! you)

Merperson! Member au

Merperson! You au

Pirate! Au (the mermaid and pirate thing can be combined:D)

Cowboy! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. sherif! you x cowgirl! jimin)

Werewolf! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. werewolf! chan x alpha! you)

Shapeshifter! Au (Basically like the werewolf au, just not wolf..) (Feel free to specify i.e. catshifter! felix x human! you)

Fairy! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. fairy! yoohyeon x you) x

Witch! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. witch! seungmin x demon! you)

Elf! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. elf! you x hyunjin)

Druid! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. druid! you x minji)

Demon / Angel / Fallen Angel! Au (Feel free to specify i.e. demonl! minho x fallenangel! you)

Fantasy au idea you give me!

Cryptid Hunting! Au (got the idea from here, and hunting as in searching/finding not killing cuz it’s not cool to kill cryptids)

Prince/ss/x! Member au! (i already have mental concepts for skz so just send in a member! But if you have a ~vision~ already I’d be intrigued to hear!)

Royalty! Au! (basically all royalty dynamics besides like prince stuff i.e. prince/ss/x! you x knight! changbin)

Last day on earth! Au (basically, you or the world has one final day on earth, and you get to decide how you want to spend it / what you’d do) (Can be considered an apocalypse au but I can’t write or read gore so it’s not that side of it, or can just be that you, alone, will die, that’s a concept too lmao)

Disney/Pixar! Au (I already have concepts for what princess movie with who for skz, so send in a member for that! But if you want a non-princess movie let me know! I.e. Brave with Jimin)

An au idea you give me! :o

Inspired by the song “Thank God for Girls” by Weezer

Inspired by the song “Sunburn” by Ed Sheeran

Inspired by the song “Passion Fruit” by drake (but I like the paramore cover hehe ;))

Inspired by the song “Overnight Sensation” by børns (I have a really cool idea for this one👀)

Inspired by the song “American Money” by børns

Inspired by the song “Boyfriend” by coin

Inspired by the song “From Afar” by Vance Joy

Inspired by the song “Heart Eyes” by coin

Inspired by the song “You Think” by SNSD (a battle of badness with badboy/girl/enby! Member x badgirl/boy/enby! you)

Inspired by the song “Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson (my idea was to write this but the reverse! Like the reader is a badass Billie Jean and the member is pining for them)

Inspired by the song “i love you” by Billie Eilish

Inspired by the song “Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince” by Taylor Swift

Inspired by the song “I.L.Y.” by The Rose

Inspired by the song “Insomnia” by The Rose

Inspired by the song “What can I do?” by Day6

Inspired by the song “Chocolate” by Day6

Inspired by the song of your choosing :o (note, if I don’t find the song you choose to be inspiring to me or appropriate I’ll have to reject it

Request me anything,’:o (note, if I don’t find the req you choose to be inspiring to me or appropriate I’ll have to reject it

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captainbisexuelle · 5 years

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that ask from kev about bifems in radblr getting directed misogyny at them really made me think about how no other group in radblr is req to do the same self-flagellation that bifems are req to do. &the sadder thing 2me is that so many bi women in radblr go along with it and call themselves bihets and handmaidens and every single fucking time someone is like...dude wtf?? everyone rushes 2be like: I totally understand where they’re coming from in calling us that! they have a right to, we suck! :)

It’s fascinating to watch a group of women who claim their ideology is dedicated to the liberation of women turn around and defend misogyny and general mistreatment of bi women on the basis of… some bisexuals out there are behaving terribly? And that’s the fault of the rest of us (who are trying our best to stop that nonsense also) somehow?

There are so many critical issues we should be directing our time and energy towards, and yet.

I’ve read that “bihet” is intended to mean “het-partnered bisexual” but I truly wonder if anyone asked bi women if we were okay being referred to this way. All the bi women I’ve spoken to about it dislike the term and find it is most often used as an insult. It reads as “you’re basically straight” at best, and seems to “accuse” us of being opposite-sex attracted. Also, we tend to dislike being categorized based on who we’re dating. I know it’s the standard of society, but damn if being on radblr doesn’t make me feel like I need to apologize for finding (some) men attractive. (for instance, I saw today someone say only febfems matter. Nice). I refuse to act sorry or be guilted for the way I experience life. I can’t help my sexual orientation any more than the next person. All the other terms are straight up misogynistic and women who use them should be ashamed.

My biggest issue with radblr lately is the apparent lack of empathy and kindness. It’s one thing to be righteously angry over things, I know I’m fucking angry all the time, it’s another to direct that anger at people who are your allies. It’s also not really helpful to be aggressive and unkind to people who are ignorant on subjects that now seem obvious to you, because most of us were also once blind. Without empathy towards other women (especially ones you don’t like, especially the uneducated), I wonder about whether you care about female liberation deep down, or if you just like to come on the internet and feel morally superior.

There’s little I find more irritating than hypocrisy and moral posturing.

It also seems like anytime a bisexual woman speaks up about her mistreatment it is received much like that one person on the post. It’s either “Stop whining” or “You brought this on yourself” or “Go take care of some REAL problems.” We are not listened to. We are told to shut up about it, basically, ‘because other people have it worse’ I guess (?). Maybe it seems petty to some people, but when women who are supposed to be our allies too treat us badly, no, it’s not oppression, but it doesn’t have to be oppression for us to want it to stop. Sue us for not liking it when people are vehemently mean to us.

Anyway. Bi women are certainly welcome here on my blog and there are many more of us, that I’ve spoken to, who feel similarly about how we are treated. You are not alone, and you should not feel bad about standing up for yourself. You do not have to bow when it doesn’t feel right. I know we have high rates of mental illness, but please love yourself and have some self-esteem.

#Anonymous

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thirstyfortom · 7 years

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LOL I laughed everytime I passed through this req in the ask box. Hope you like this! ^^

By the way. Part II of Penguins will be posted tomorrow. Be patient, you thirsty for Baeran souls :p

MC’s dad challenges them to a match

Zen

He was nervous to meet your father, but also super excited.

And now very curious on why did you take him to this dojo, weren’t you going to lunch with your dad?

“We will, if you pass the test, young man.” Your father says in a solemn tone.

Puzzled, he looks at you, that are face palming on a corner, then he looks at all the judo students and your father adjusting his black belt, standing in position on the mat.

“What… what is happening here?” “You must fight for my daughter’s love, young man.”

Zen chuckles and is all like “Good one, dude. Now let’s grab lunch.” But no one in the room is laughing.

Oh… OH! Your father… your father is serious! HOLY SHIT!

Okay, he doesn’t know judo, but he had to simulate some fight moves for his musicals. He got this!

But man is so caught up in showing what he got he ends up saying the lines of this musical.

“I’ve faced thousands of fists, hundreds of swords, the scars in my body *takes his shirt off, gaining some ‘ohhhss’ from the female-and some male- students* prove that I’ve endured pain, but let me tell you, there’s no pain like the one that is being away from her, I’ll face millions of fists and thousands of swords to have her.”

He’s not even confused, he’s hurt when you dad starts laughing. “Wow, young man, you’re more dramatic than her, you make quite a pair.” You’re facepalming again as Zen laughs along and hugs you.

Yoosung

Boy dressed up so neatly to meet your dad.

So he’s feeling completely dislocated when you take him to this dojo.

“Fancy clothes won’t impress anybody here, young boy, you must earn my respect showing your strength.”

The poor thing nods and says he’ll do whatever it takes to show his worth, he doesn’t even notice there is some student holding you in the back so he won’t see you squealing.

“Very well, so now we fight.”

Well, shit! He thought it was something simpler like bringing his family here or…

But… fight? He never had to fight before! Well, only on LOLOL, but still…

However, he sticks to his word. Yeah! He’ll show his worth, if it’s not physical strength, it’s at least dignity.

“Yes, sir. If it is for her, I’ll do it! I’ve lost an eye to protect her, I’m growing so much because of her… so I suppose getting beat up by the man who raised her should be an honor. Bring… bring it on.”

Yoosung gets really surprised when everybody turns against your father. “You’re a monster, professor!” “Ahh, the poor boy!” “You lost your eye for your girlfriend, dude?”

So your father admits defeat, glaring at you as you pamper your boyfriend elling him how brave he is.

Jaehee

A little nervous for meeting your father.

Slightly calmer as you bring her to a dojo.

No, not any dojo, the one she used to train.

So when she sees your father and your father sees her… well, for her it’s like fate trying to bring you to her life way before that it actually happened.

As for your father… “Try to prove you’ve learned well, miss Kang.”

Not even fazed, she knows your father’s odd goofiness.

“Yes. It’s time for you to show you’ve taught well too.” OH WOW

Jokes aside, she really admires your father and his wisdom, and now she appreciates him even more knowing he raised you.

“I’m sure you did, considering you’re a good professor as much as you are a great father.” She says, lowering her head in respect.

Your father chuckles, getting up and offering his hand for her to get up too. “Then there’s no need for a match. I know you’ll be good to her as much as you were a good student.”

Just this time, because expect some friendly matches happening during your family gathering in the future.

Jumin

He was the one to suggest a gathering with your father wherever he wanted

Oh, a dojo, huh? Ah yes, setting a meeting in his workplace shows his seriousness , Jumin must match this seriousness

And you’re like “Jumin, there’s no need for that. Please, relax.” “I’ll relax as soon as you father acknowledges me as being a man worth of your love.”

And he’s definitely not relaxed as your father shows up in his judogi, bowing in the traditional way before a match.

Jumin does the same, thinking this is the traditional greeting in your family or something like this.

“Daddy, please… “ “No pleading, honey, your boyfriend already accepted the challenge.”

“Yes sir, challenges are not unfamiliar to me, since I’ve been facing the biggest challenge of my life ever since I’ve met your daughter. The challenge of being a suitable husband for her.”

“Whoa, did you just propose?” your father asks. “Yeah, Jumin, did you just propose?” your father and you are looking at him in awe.

“Why the surprise? It’s no secret I intend to espouse you soon, my love. As long as if that’s what you want, and also your family, of course.”

You and your father are looking at each other, like “what now?” “You ask me? I don’t know!”. So your father decides to shrug and just say that lunch is ready.

And Jumin never knew he was being challenged for a match. He only did years later after he espoused you.

Saeyoung

So so so nervous and trying so so so hard not to show.

But a dojo, huh? Cool, ah… ahahahah, cooool. Who’s nervous?

“Oh my God, Saeyoung! It’s just where he works, it’s not like he’ll actually defy you to a match.”

“I know, MC! Your father would never do such a thing! After all, I would have o show him no mercy…” he adjusts his glasses and does this super low voice.

“Is that so, young man? Then I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He yelps and grabs you by your shoulder as your father show up out of nowhere! Shit! Is he a ninja?

He had some basic martial arts training due to his time in the agency, but he’s all rusty these days.

And come on, he doesn’t want to do this! He can show how much of a disappointment he is at a regular lunch.

“Ah, Saeyoung…” you hate when he starts the self-depreciative humor, so you hug him.

And he’s super flustered with your dad watching his, but… he regains some confidence.

“Ready, young man?” “Oh my God! Would you really hit a guy with glasses? What kind of example are you giving to your daughter?”

Your father notices the way you giggle and look at this ginger with so much love, so he chuckles and pats his shoulder. “Well played, young man.”

He’s so honored he gets to meet your father

And when he finds out about the dojo, he shows even more respect

Yes, if you had told him before, he would bring the photos he took in one of his trips to Japan

He’s sure he and your father will have lots of things to talk about such noble pedagogy.

So he’s quite surprised when your father says he can’t be with you if he doesn’t win a match.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m not sure I follow. Is this… a match for her honor?”

Well, it wasn’t your father’s first idea, but now it is LOL

“Sir, I don’t think this is right. Two men fighting for the honor of a lady in the 21st century? No, your daughter is a free smart woman who can protect her honor herself and make her own choices. I… I’m sorry, but I must refuse.”

Meh, he’s no fun. So your father just shrugs, a little embarrassed because he thought the guy was serious.

And you would be squealing by how awesome his speech was… if…

You didn’t know he got it was just a joke from the beggining. Sneaky little V…

#mystic mesenger hcs #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger v #jihyun kim

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