#love how you specified but i can tell you i talk to my peeps on discord about jjk daily shdhdhkfkf
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also i just need to say
hyunjin in the this jacket
that’s just itadori from jjk 😭😭😭😭
bro is about to sing you are my special
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it's the yamaguchi requester back for more >:3
could you write jean (aot) comforting the reader about their physical insecurities? like, reader is feeling down about themself for not fitting the beauty standard and jean's like "excuse me what?"
Beautiful
featuring . . . JEAN KIRSTEIN
includes . . . fluff and insecurities
notes . . . welcome back! i'm not a Jean simp so i really hope i got his personality right and this isn't bad. you didn't mention any specific physical insecurities so I didn't specify. i do hope you enjoy! <3
It’s hard to go around smiling as though you didn’t just have a mental breakdown in your room two seconds ago.
It’s hard to act like everything was okay behind closed doors.
It’s hard to accept the complements of
“You’re so pretty”
“You look so good”
When you don’t believe them.
It’s even harder to hide your insecurities from Jean. Your boyfriend who knows everything about you, and you know everything about him.
You love him, you truly do. But there were times when he would flaunt you to Eren saying things like
“Look how beautiful they are”
“Your ugly ass could never find someone as gorgeous as them”
Those words never made you feel better. You felt the need to live up to them, to those standards that Jean so highly talks about.
You tried your best to be “beautiful” and “gorgeous” so your boyfriend wouldn’t be embarrassed when he introduced you to his friends.
But the constant reminder in your head that you’re not as beautiful as the person Jean’s friend is holding by the waist puts even more pressure on you.
It was too much, and your mask was slowly cracking, revealing to everyone how fake your smile was.
Your exhaustion displayed itself on your face, but no one questioned it since your mood never declined. Still as happy as you usually are, acting as though you didn’t have prominent bags under your eyes.
Your house was the only place you felt safe. There were no prying eyes or judgmental stares that made you feel less than other people. At home, you got to let loose and look as tired and as “ugly” as you pleased.
It was Saturday, and you were relaxing after a long week of work. You hadn’t changed out of your pj’s, and you didn’t take the time to do your hair. You weren’t expecting visitors, so you didn’t get ready at all. Sitting in the living room binge watching one of your favorite shows.
A knock came from the door, and you didn’t think anything of it, probably just a package that you ordered. But when you look through the peep hole and see your boyfriend instead your anxiety spikes.
A squeal of surprise escaped your lips, and due to your apartment having thin walls, your boyfriend heard it clearly.
His knocking became frantic, thinking you were hurt.
“What’s going on in there, are you ok”
Your boyfriend's worried voice breaks your heart, and you knew you would have to open the door.
Opening the door, you come face to face with Jean.
You note how out of breath he was, sweat trickling down his forehead, and his hands in a fist ready to knock on the door again.
Jean noticed the bags under your eyes and the way your shoulders slouched with exhaustion.
Before you could even get a word out Jean had already pulled you into his arms and closed the door.
“Are you ok”
To say you were shocked by the question was an understatement. People had always asked you questions like “how are you”, so why did this question bring tears to your eyes?
Was it because you really weren’t, ok?
Lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize you had cuddled into Jean’s chest, sobbing.
“What’s wrong love, you can tell me”
You felt pathetic. Were you downright sobbing because you didn’t like the way you looked?
“I hate my body ok; I feel so suffocated trying to be beautiful for you. I just don’t want you to be embarrassed of me”
Your cries had died down into small hiccups, Jeans hand rubbing up and down you're back calming you down.
“Me embarrassed of you?”
His laugh of disbelief caused a smile to adorn your face. His way of always making you smile even in the most serious of moments was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him.
“I should be the one you’re embarrassed about sweetheart. I know you don’t think you’re beautiful, but you are. To me you’re the most beautiful person in the world”
His words soothed your worries.
For the first time, you acknowledged that it was okay to feel the way you did about your body. And now you don’t have to go through it alone. You would have your boyfriend by your side to always reassure you that you were his everything.
“Your looks are not the only reason I love you. It's your personality, your looks are just a plus”
He smiled down at you, and you smiled back.
You both shared a loving kiss, lips moving slowly and passionately.
“You know I love you right”
His words were sincere as he gazed down at you.
“I know Jean, and I do too”
His lips upturned into a bright smile at your answer, kissing you one last time on the forehead before he dragged you to sit on the couch.
“Good! Now let's watch some movies”
#aot x reader#aot x reader fluff#aot fluff#aot imagines#aot one shots#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan#aot#attack on titan fluff#jean x reader#jean kirsten x reader#jean kirstein#jean kirstein x reader fluff#jean kirstein fluff#attack on titan imagines#attack on titan one shots#attack on titan x reader fluff
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I am so impressed by Taylor. This was her first show after the breakup and she pretty much told everyone to stfu when it comes to her music and personal life. Listen to these songs, some are about me, some not, don't stress about the love songs and my life and enjoy.
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYtnoLgV/
And that's how I know they will never do Haylor 2.0. Harry's girlfriends never talk about him, clearly they have contracts written out that specify what they can and can't reference when it comes to harry. Can you imagine telling Taylor not to stand up for herself if Harry's fans attack her? Never gonna happen. Then you have Harry who never addresses his personal relationships. Not one peep during the height of all the Olivia, dwd, Shiah and Jason drama. He continued his concerts like nothing was happening and at Taylor first concert post break up and she puts up some boundaries. I just can't see how Harry and Taylor could possibly stunt together. Their approach to how they handle their relationships publicly and how they interact with their fans are so different.
So I don't agree with all of this - Harry did reference Camille while . I always want to push back on the idea of the magic contract that controls everything. And point out that Camille also talked about Harry. I think the way they deal with relationships now is pretty compatible - if they were seen together only for a very short time.
I do still think Taylor having lunch with Harry would be a complete power move in response to breaking up with Matty Healy.
#Oh Taylor#Oh Harry#on the downlow#I'm quite enjoying thinking that they haven't broken up#so Harry and Taylor having lunch is my second preference now. Rather than my first#But as always with Taylor#my main wish is for the most interesting story
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Prompt / request time!
Below there is a list of prompts you can request!
I figured id cobble it together from a few prompt lists, the majority of this is from @writinginstardust 's 150 random writing prompts.
Please include a pairing, the requested prompts (numbers or the prompt itself) and a basic idea for what you want!
I will write nsfw, romantic and platonic unless specified otherwise (yelena is platonic only). Please include what youd like the reader's gender to be! (Enby and nonconforming works! I just wanna know what nicknames/ pronouns youd like :D )
I will not write any minor x adult or noncon.
I will write xreader! (And any pairing between the given characters. You can add your own prompt if youd like!)
Possible characters:
Layla El-Faouly
Marc Spector
Steven Grant
Jake Lockley
Blue Jones
Jonathan Levy
Matt Murdock
Foggy Nelson
Karen Page
Kate Bishop
Yelena belova (no nsfw/ platonic only. We respect aroace peeps in this house)
Prompt list below the cut!
"Come over here and make me.”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“I almost lost you.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Kiss me.”
“It could be worse.”
“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
“Wanna dance?”
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“You did all of this for me?”
“I swear it was an accident.”
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
“I fucking hate you”
“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”
“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”
“Let me do this, please.”
"you’re not as funny as you think you are"
"i’m just getting comfy"
"just because you can doesn’t mean you should"
"text me when you’re home"
"you are such a nerd"
"stop laughing at me!"
"you were put on this earth to give me a headache."
"you’re ticklish?!"
"you are a terrible influence"
"one of us is clearly smarter than the other"
"you need some sleep"
"how have you survived this long by yourself?"
"sleep is for the weak"
"that was you?"
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“What? I have never-”
“I do not have an answer for you.”
“In my defense, I really wanted to.”
“At least *I* didn’t break any laws.”
“What did you do this time?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Just marry me already."
“Did I stutter?”
“Did I just say that out loud?”
“H-How long have you been standing there?”
“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified, to be honest.”
“Is there anything you want to tell me?”
“Somebody’s in love!”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”
“I’m never leaving…I promise.”
“Uh, am I interrupting?”
“I like you, like like you like you."
“Can I kiss you?”
“God, I love you.”
“You’re so fucking cute.”
“Stop being a fucking prick.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
“You’re my everything.”
“I love seeing you smile.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“I can’t get enough of you.”
“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”
“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”
“is this okay?”
“this is a one time thing.”
“you know where to find me.”
“you’re really good at that.”
“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”
“Wanna join?”
“Stop doing that”
“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”
“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”
“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”
“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”
“say you want me, and i’m yours.”
“you need a place to stay for the night”
“i want to taste you”
“i love it when you talk dirty
“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”
“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”
“i forgot my towel”
“don’t cover your face, i want to see you”
“are you sure about this?”
“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”
“do you want help with that?”
“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”
“bend over the desk love”
“is that my shirt?”
“my mother adores you.”
“is that a drawing of me?”
“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”
“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”
“stop looking at me like that!”
“i didn’t know you could sing.”
“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”
“you wrote me a song?”
“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”
“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”
“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”
“Take my jacket, it’s cold”
“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”
“I’m not going anywhere”
“fuck you.” - “when?”
“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”
“here, let me help you.”
“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”
"you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”
“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”
“i told you i’d come home to you.”
“i’ll keep you safe.”
“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”
“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”
“please never stop smiling.”
“Touch yourself for me.”
“Shut up and take your pants off.”
“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”
“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”
“How are you this perfect?”
“I’ve waited so long for this.”
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”
“Tell me again.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”
“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”
“Stop distracting me.”
"theres only one bed."
"Ill bandage you up"
"Who did this to you?"
"I didnt know where else to go"
"can you be my date to the wedding?"
"you're my best friend. Ive always loved you."
"shut up." "Make me."
"I would NEVER fall for you"
"then why did you do it?" "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU"
#chaos rambles but smut#chaos rambles#moon knight#daredevil#steven grant#marc spector#x reader#layla el faouly#karen page#matt murdock#foggy nelson#blue jones#johnathan levy#jake lockley
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Furo’s Adopted Children
Okay, this is the culmination of all the fictional baby fever I have been feeling. @sugarandmelody asked who the babies that Furo would adopt were...so I had to. There was no other option XD. I don’t specify which one is adopted first or if there are age gaps.
So, to start off, we have a little fairy-boy (haven’t decided on half-fae or full)! He is food motivated and a sweetheart. He is not picky and will eat anything given to him with a smile and say that it was delicious. This is good for Furo, cause they are not the best cook. Like with potions, they will follow the recipe only for it to go horribly wrong at the last minute.
A bad thing with him eating anything is that it will literally be anything. If he becomes curious on how a table tastes, he will bite it. No regrets. Furo will have to teach not to eat the furniture along with not trusting just anybody that offers him toast.
He often runs a colder temperature and is just cold all the time, even in warm weather. Usually this will just lead to him being a cuddle-bug and wanting to cling to anything for warmth. Cue a mountain of stuffed animals or him going out into the sanctuary to snuggle with a particularly fluffy creature. If he is feeling mischievous on the rare occasion, he will put his freezing cold hands or feet on the back of your neck, legs, ect. to elicit a reaction.
Mouse beastgirl! She is the sensitive type and will cry for practically any and all emotions. She probably was crying when Furo first came to adopt, definitely cried when she learned she was adopted, and then cried once more when she saw where she was going to be living with all her new siblings. Furo was definitely worried with how much she cried, but they learned how to distinguish happy tears from sad tears within the first couple of months.
She is very fast. One of those “blink and you’ll miss her” types. She will be peeping at you from around the corner and will run away the moment she realizes she’s been spotted. If she feels like she’s being pursued, she will run faster and try to find either Furo or one of her siblings that can deal with it better.
Furo’s little helper! She loves to do small tasks with them, usually in prepping the food or something for the sanctuary residents. She also is the one that will sit and do crafts with Furo. Something quiet and calm that will help ease her already fraying nerves.
TROUBLEMAKER!! This one Furo 100% saw being a menace to society and said “I want that one. They are now my child.” If the orphanage tried to talk them out of it, Furo would just buckle down even more. This kid doesn’t know what they are getting into. Their bark is worse than their bite.
Would be the most reluctant to help with the sanctuary. They’d be tasked with feeding chickens, try to just do the bare minimum, and wind up being chased by the chickens for more food. The most vocal out of the children. They have no filter and will look an adult dead in the eyes and call them sleaze bag. No cursing though, Furo makes sure of that.
What they do enjoy is looking at Furo’s collection of oddities. Will deny it but will always ask for the story behind a certain rock they have when being nosey. They also get really close to Furo’s dad, their new grandpa. They brighten slightly being able to hang out with the goofy, yet scary old man.
A ditz. Maybe. Very hard to tell in all honesty. They don’t talk a lot and always have a slightly puzzled expression. Will stare you down like they are trying to figure out what you are. Will either give a huff of approval and walk away or furrow their brows ever so slightly and cling to Furo. They were the one to choose Furo, going up and just clinging to their pant leg the entire time. Furo couldn’t just leave them after that. The child is very inquisitive and tries to figure things out hands on.
They show the most similarities to Furo, mostly in bringing home odd things and wanting to keep it. They will catch a wild baby bunny and want to keep it. This is where having a partner would come in handy, because it would take all of Furo’s willpower not to say yes. Nonliving things, like they found a big stick or something, Furo is willing to let them keep. Doesn’t hoard the items they find like Furo. They usually bring things back for a while before putting it back voluntarily or giving it to someone else.
Another little helper in the sanctuary! Will go around doing as much work as Furo allows them with much sincerity. Even if that means dragging their less than enthusiastic siblings out of bed to help them in the morning. Also likes playing with other’s hair. Will just walk up and start braiding someone’s hair if they aren’t stopped.
#furo lore#future babies#twisted_wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#adoption#i want them to be real now#i love them so much#AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!#also the call furo#Nini or Nobi#instead of mommy or daddy
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fit by my side {Machine Gun Kelly}
@bitchylittleredhead said: Okay I hear your MGK x pastel!reader and I raise you MGK x Mother Nature!reader. Hella plants, strong love for animals, heckin soft, v kind, mom friend, sunshine child. (I just really really love soft paired with him, it’s so damn cute) also I love you I hope you are well 🧡
Also This Concept
A/N: 3177 words. Gender Neutral Reader (they/them) ! im worried kells is OOC. also there’s no smut but it does get M rated, but there’s no genitals specified. gets quite sappy at times. also @url-under-construction i hope u like it and i hope its good.
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When you meet Colson, he’s famous, but he’s not, you know, famous famous. You meet on the set of The Dirt; he’s one of the stars, you’re a production assistant and stand-in when they need it, and you don’t think for a second that he’ll even remember your name when this is all over.
But he does; in rehearsals, you’re the one reading the lines for the characters they haven’t cast yet, and the first time the four main cast members see you, in your floaty, floral top, and your gentle aura, and then to hear you say, with absolute sincerity, ‘your mom’s a cunt’, it has them bursting out laughing. You smile, sweet and kind, and you step gently through the blocking that has the character you’re currently standing in for, stabbing Tommy - Colson - with a pen.
Maybe the juxtaposition of you taking part in this whole production is what intrigues him.
When filming starts, you’re still around, and something about seeing you, amid this performance of debauchery, and yet you’re still sincere and gentle, your choice of attire making you stick out like a sore thumb amid the leather and grime. At first, he tries to play it off, that you look somewhat out of place and it’s eye-catching, but you bring the cast food and water and whatever they need, you go on coffee runs, and take a genuine interest in each of them, and by the time he realises that his mood lifts every time he walks on set and sees you there, he knows he can’t play it off as you catching his eye for completely platonic reasons.
He asks you out the week after Casie leaves from visiting set, having seen you interact with her, entertain her while Colson was in hair, treating her with just as much kindness and respect as you did everyone else on the production. It convinces him that your intentions are true, and he knows that he can’t finish this production without shooting his shot.
By the time the wrap party comes around, you’re calling him your boyfriend, at first tentative, looking to him for confirmation, but then you see the way he beams at how the words sound when you say them, and you grow more confident each time you say it.
It’s met with... confusion.
Really?
It seems no-one saw that coming - if anyone, I would have expected Douglas - you hear, and frown.
“What does that mean?” You ask; a frown is rare to see on your face, but you’re wearing it anyhow, and the woman your speaking to splutters her way around a sentence as she’s trying to backpeddle.
“I just- I mean, well, Kells - Colson - he’s so... Doulgas just seems more... refined? Not that Colson not, you know- you’re just -”
“I’m just what?” You ask, not accusing, more curious than anything else, and the woman’s voice dies in her throat as she looks you over; pale blue jeans and a pastel, patterned button-down that would have looked right at home in the eighties.
“I’m just concerned for you,” she eventually says, laying her hand on yours like she’s trying to do you a favour, “Colson’s intense, I’m just worried you’ll get hurt.” You see what she’s trying to say, but her tone is so painfully condescending.
“I’m an adult,” you tell her, tone understanding but firm, “and I appreciate your concern, but I promise I can take care of myself.”
The moment you can get out of the conversation, you find Colson, talking animatedly to one of the makeup artists, and you slot yourself into the space by his side. Automatically, without even stopping the conversation, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, and you gratefully take the moment to press your face against him, wrapping your arms around him without saying a word. It’s both strangely intimate and familiar, his thumb rubbing small circles against your side.
As he stops talking, there’s a lull, and you don’t have to look up to know the makeup artist is giving you both a strange look.
“Ignore me,” your voice is muffled against him, using one hand as if to waive off any last bits of hesitation.
“They’re fine,” Colson assured, tapping you on the hip. He’s still oozing casual confidence
You’ve been together for almost half of filming, which isn’t exactly a short amount of time, but usually you try and keep things professional on set, so it’s nice to be able to be close to him in public.
The rest of the cast know, of course, you’ve been out with them on several occasions, and they all have come to adore you just as much as you adore them. Something about hearing Daniel drunkenly assure you that if Colson ever hurts you, that there’d be a line of people ready to slap some sense into him. You try to brush him off, endeared by his drunken affection, but he turns suddenly to the rest of the cast.
“Hey, hey, hey - who’d throw down for Y/N?” He asks; without hesitation, Douglas, Iwan, and Colson raise their hands, eyes wide and alert, as if the offer needed to be acted upon immediately. The show of support has your heart swelling in your chest.
You find yourself fitting into his life back in LA easily; while beginning work as an assistant on a Netflix original series, you call into his house in the Hollywood Hills, delighted to be privy to demos and snippets from his next album.
And you meet his friends, shake their hands and smile and chatter with them. They’re not sure what to make of you at first, no-one really is when you present yourself in conjunction with Colson, but soon they start to see what he sees in you. It’s endearingly genuine and thoughtful and honest and enthusiastic and -
“They’re like sunshine,” it’s Rook’s Instagram live, almost six months into your relationship with Colson, that really cements it to the public. Rook is smoking in Colson’s living room in the middle of the afternoon between recording sessions, and someone asked what your deal was.
“I’m so sick of - and I know Kells is, and Y/N too, not that they’d ever say anything. ‘ve never heard them say a bad word ‘bout anyone, you know,” Rook hits the blunt again, his face scrunching up, “but everyone ‘round here’s so fuckin’ sick of people talkin’ shit ‘bout ‘em. For real, Y/N is sunshine, nicer than all of you motherfuckers put together,” and he laughs, but it’s clear he isn’t entirely joking, “- you know what?” He asked, eyes lighting up and standing abruptly, grabbing the phone.
“Baze, man, you seen Y/N?” He calls, and Baze responds from somewhere off-camera that you’re outside. The comments are going off, but he pays them no mind, heading out to the backyard, only to see you by the back fence, peering over into the trees, on your tip toes, one hand straining over the fence, in shorts and a singlet in sunshine yellow.
Rook calls your name.
You shush him loudly, and then, without looking at him, slowly wave him over.
As he approaches, he can hear the telltale sound of a bird chirping, and as soon as he gets close, he hears you whisper -
“I think they’re bluebirds,” you murmur, and finally look back at him, lowering yourself, surprised to see his phone held aloft. He tells you he’s live streaming, you wave awkwardly, which is when he sees the slice of banana you’re holding, “I’m not sure what they eat; do bluebirds eat banana?” You ask, a little helpless, looking at Rook, and then to his phone.
After a moment, you step aside, and gesture for Rook to take a look over the fence, and sure enough there’s a nest with a single, rather sad looking bluebird with it’s wing bent at a strange angle, calling out pathetically, obscuring a few eggs, just out of arm’s reach. While he’s looking over the fence, also trying to reach them, and also trying to get the phone close enough to see if anyone watching the livestream could identify the bird or offer any suggestion, he hears your footsteps retreating.
“Stay there, I’m going to get Kells,” you call out to him, voice bright, “he’s got long arms!” And Rook bursts out laughing; you weren’t wrong.
While waiting, he sits against the fence and answers a few more questions, until he looks up and sees you, expression concerned, and Colson uncharacteristically fond as he lets you lead him by the hand.
You show him the nest and ask for him to get it, worried the bird was hurt, and he obligingly reaches over the back fence to gently collect the bird nest, trying his best not to jostle the bird. The bird’s wing appeared to be broken, and Rook ends the live when you mention that you’re going to take the bird to the vet.
Already, the fandom is exploding from what had transpired.
People are making suggestions as to what the birds should be named, people are claiming your caring and sweet personality is completely fake, people in the live managed to screenshot Colson’s expression as you’d lead him to the birds, how smitten he was with his hand in yours, and have started posting ‘get u a man who looks at u like kells looks at y/n’ all over twitter and tumblr.
“Bird update!” Several hours later, Colson posts a series of videos to his instagram story, “for those of y’all who don’t know, Y/N found a bird with a broken wing in a tree out the back of my place, we rescued it and it’s eggs, and took it to the vet,” and with that he flips the camera around, from a close up on his face, to show a large, cardboard box in the corner of the room.
Peep Davidson was written in large, black letters on the side of the box.
The rest of the videos are outlining what the vet had told you all, and that the bird should only take about seven days to heal before you could put them all back into the wilderness.
At that, he pauses.
“You worried about putting the birds back when you saw that cat the other day?” And he angles the camera to reveal you, laying with your head in his lap.
“The orange one?” You ask, voice heavy, as if he’d disturbed you when you’d been right about to fall asleep. You yawn, and he confirms, you give a little, lazy shrug and smile, “not sure where that cat is.”
“Fuckin’ hell, babe,” Colson laughs, “you gotta stop finding random animals in my backyard.”
“They find me,” you counter, and shift so you can press your face against his belly, humming contentedly as his free hand begins stroking your back.
“Snow White-Cinderella-Pied Piper motherfucker,” how that is somehow the softest, most gentle words to ever leave his lips, is utterly baffling, but there’s so much love and adoration but you turn enough for the camera to catch your delighted little smile, “you’re-” he starts, “who’s that dude from that, that My Hero shit we were watching the other night?”
“Koji Koda, you weeb,” you tease him fondly, knowing exactly who he’s referring to, and that’s where the video ends.
That’s the day it’s confirmed for the rest of the world. There’s countless paparazzi photos, and hints, and speculation, but this is the first time he’d called you anything but your name, and they’d all seen you snuggling up to him, your head in his lap.
This also is the day the trend begins on his Instagram story of a photo of you, usually in his backyard, with whatever animal had decided to befriend you that day.
My partner. My backyard. No fucking idea who’s animal that is.
And he still goes out and gets fucked up, and sometimes you’re there, and sometimes you’re not. When you’re out together, it still doesn’t quite make sense; he’s hard partying and over the top, and it seems like it wouldn’t be your scene at all.
But then there’s photos of Colson and a few of his friends standing on the edge of a roof, announcing that they’re Kings, and you’re by his side, smiling and waving at the person taking the photograph. He manages to get himself injured pulling a stunt at a friend’s house party, but you’re in the back of some influencer’s vlog, straddling his lap with tissues in your hand, him holding you secure as you clean up the scrape on his forehead; it’s kind of sickening how in love he looks, as he watches the way you concentrate. When you notice his expression, your own softens, and you lean in to give him a kiss.
And so you start to make sense, but people still ask why.
So when asked, you tell people that you support each other, and challenge each other, and yeah, that’s absolutely why you’re together, but it’s not the whole reason as to why you make sense.
Because no-one sees the way you hook your finger into his belt loop at the back of his pants at the house party, and you press a kiss between his shoulder blades, and he knows exactly what that means. He’s quick to make some flimsy excuse to leave as you step into place by his side, which everyone he’s speaking to immediately sees through. You play at being flustered, tucking your embarrassed expression against him as he slings his arm around your shoulders, and calls an Uber.
The drive back to his place has you both on edge with anticipation, his hands all over you in the back of the car while you try to hold a civil conversation with the driver. It’s killing you not to give in, but you know it’s worth it.
“You’re such an idiot!” You announced, grinning from ear to ear the moment you get into the house, before the door’s even closed, and he slams it shut to press you against it. Kissing him feels like a cathartic release, but after a moment you shove him back, loudly admonishing him for taking part of a stunt that got him hurt.
“You could have been seriously hurt!” You keep poking him in the chest to punctuate your words, and he steps back each time, expression alight, pupils blown wide. He keeps reaching out, as if to touch you, to snag your clothes, like it’s a game when you smack his hand back every time.
“Got a gnarly cut though,” he pointed out, as his ass hits the kitchen island. His legs open, making space for you, and you step into it.
“Gnarly cut,” you murmur, tone surprisingly derisive, and you reach up to push his hair back from his forehead. His head tips back, leaning into your touch, the look on his face almost dreamy even as you’ve got a hand on his hips, pushing him back on the counter.
Then you’re in his lap on the counter, hand fisted in his hair, lips on his neck, leaving bruises and bite marks. He’s trying to get you naked, efficient and desperate, but the moment he gets your shirt off, you push the fruit bowl behind him onto the floor, and push him back against the granite countertop.
“You were worried about me,” he smirks up at you, admiring you with your hands planted either side of his head.
“Because you don’t worry about your damn self!”
“Ooh, breaking out damn tonight? Must be serious,” he teased, deliberately riling you up; he loved this side of you just as much as the sweetness. Instead of responding, you reach up under his shirt and rake your nails harshly down his chest and stomach, delighting in the way he arched up at the sudden sensation, eyes falling closed.
With one hand still flat against his belly, the other comes up to cup his jaw, gentle at first, before your fingers move to caress his throat, and you press yourself against him.
“If you get yourself killed, I’ll kick your ass,” you whisper, lips inches from his as you press firmer against his throat. He grins, and sighs, the sound content and syrupy and so fucking into it, leaning up, to meet your lips with his, to feel the pressure on his neck just a little more.
And you bite, and you scratch, and you ride him on the kitchen island. The location is new, but the situation isn’t; once he’d discovered the righteous, sexual fury you’d been bottling up, he’d been more than happy to let you unleash it on him. Not to say that he didn’t give as good as he got; there’s been several times he’s had you swearing a blue streak, seeing stars, desperate and blissed out in equal measure.
But then there’s your dominant moments, the mean streak, and the teasing, the sting of your nails and your teeth and the way you push him around, into the mattress, against the wall without hesitation, and that he covets. No-one else is allowed to see you like that. To be tied up or blindfolded or or punished or pushed around, at your mercy, it’s as close to Heaven as he’s ever felt on Earth, because he knows without a shadow of a doubt that your heart is kind, that you’d never really hurt him in a way he wouldn’t like.
You make him feel safe.
And it’s not just the sex, you’re never dismissive of ideas or suggestions, seemingly always ready to help if he ever needs it, rather than judgmental. It makes him want to be there for you too.
He wants to be better for you.
Which is kind of terrifying to consider.
“I love you,” he tells you in the shower, in the afterglow, soft, pausing where he had been washing your back where you couldn’t reach. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but he felt like he needed you to hear them.
“Love you too,” you say around a yawn, though the words are as genuine as they’d always been coming from you, and you lean back against him, leaning your head against his cheek in a moment of quiet intimacy. You try to kiss him like this, but turns your face directly into the shower, and end up spluttering and breaking the moment.
Colson chuckles softly, stepping back and pulling you with him, out of the stream of water and into his arms so he could kiss you properly. You’re still giggling as you’re wiping the water from your eyes, looking at him with fond adoration. When you settle your arms around him, you quiet down and bask in the moment, his forehead coming to rest against yours, warm and safe in his embrace, sensing that, in that moment, he felt the exact same way.
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If Glee did a Taylor Swift Tribute Episode...
Just my opinions, feel free to add on to them. I know I have some fellow gleek swifties following me. I’d love to hear your thoughts. Obviously they have to do some of the hits but I think some people would have some out of the box picks.
*This post assumes all Taylor songs are available to choose from as of May 14th 2021 but focuses on Taylor’s first 6 albums (if you want more glee and Taylor I have fics with that; LOVER and FOLKLORE) and takes liberties with where this episode’s placement is in terms of canon. But since it’s all made up anyway who cares (but Blaine’s involved so I guess season 3 idk).*
Okay, trying to do a full plot here (completely inspired by @kurtdeservesbetter head canon posts. I hope this lives up to her fabulous posts). This will be my version of glee so everyone gets solos and Rachel can’t hog the spotlight. Also, this is about to be super long (both post wise and episode wise).
Let’s open the first episode with
...Ready For It because the New Directions are in their reputation era. Santana does the opening cough centerstage. Everyone in black and/or camo green outfits (can you just see Kurt in a dark green bedazzled snake jacket, Santana in a black leather dress, and Tina digging out some goth clothes for people to borrow?), snakes everywhere, but probably no Karyn (she just wouldn’t fit on the auditorium stage). Santana takes the first verse but we have Blaine step up for verse 2. (I just love their friendship in the Michael tribute, cute little badasses are BACK. Also him singing “Burton to this Taylor” is such a Klaine thing to do).
Everyone is still dressed in their rep outfits but we’re in the choir room now. Mr. Schue is talking about why Taylor had to disappear and clap back with rep, how rough the industry is for women and tries to uplift the ladies in the room and encourage them to not silence their voices (cue snarky comment from Santana about Rachel needing to be silent).
Then, Mr. Schue goes on about how you can only understand how Taylor got to her rep era by studying her earlier music. So we have a performance of Tim McGraw. Simple, front of the choir room performance, maybe Puck does guitar, and sitting on stools.
Everyone is surprised to find out how pumped Sam is for this assignment but he is all over it. “It's about time we did some country in this room.” Cue Sam and Quinn at her locker talking about their ‘date’ last night, Sam’s all cute and teasing and Quinn is not into it. She tells him it was fun but she was wrong, they shouldn’t do this again. In turn, he does a wonderful performance of Bye Bye Baby. He thought it was more but clearly he’s “a part of her past.”
Then, we’re in the empty choir room. Tina and Mike are there. (I love their cutesy duets) They sing Everything Has Changed and it’s utterly adorable. Can’t you hear Mike asking Tina if she’s “good to go” like Ed does? And while we’re on the subject of cute duets and RED, we flash to the courtyard to see Santana and Brittany. They turn Stay Stay Stay into a duet. “I’ve been loving you for quite some time,” “before you I only dated self-indulgent takers who took all their problems out on me,” “no one else is gonna love me when I’m mad, mad, mad,” and “it’s occurring to me that I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life” it’s perfect for them. Adorable ladies kisses are had.
Let’s toss in some boy drama for fun. Idk shit about football but somehow Puck is praised by their coach over Finn, which gets him all pissy, and Puck’s upset and jealous because Finn is back with Quinn now (this is why Quinn shut Sam now earlier, she changed her mind). Can we say duet of Bad Blood? “So if you’re coming my way...just don’t.”
After their dramatics, we have a Brittany solo in the choir room. It’s after school at this point (or whenever glee club is). Brittany does You’ll Always Find You Way Back Home.
When she finishes Mr. Schue tries to explain that it’s a Hannah Montana song. Britt injects that it’s confusing how she’s really Miley Cryus “like how can you be two people at once?”. Before Mr. Schue can continue, Kurt pipes up “you never specified that the songs had to be sung by Taylor Swift, just that they were her songs.” Mercedes adds, “yeah, Mr. Schue, Taylor wrote that song.” Mr. Schue concedes that he has once again been outwitted by Kurtcedes. The friends do their little hand shake thing.
With a sigh, Mr. Schue asks Mike if he’s ready to go and Mike asks to take things to the auditorium for some dancing room. Everyone’s on stage with him and it’s kind of a group number but Mike is the focus. It’s Shake It Off. All inspired by the music video. He’s tried to fit in elsewhere (i.e. football, with the smart kids, etc..) but he’s really himself in glee when he’s dancing.
Part 2 of Taylor Tribute Episodes
We begin with an ALL GIRL NUMBER of A Place In This World. Just because.
Glee is dismissed and we zoom in on Artie. He’s watching Tina with Mike and Brittany with Santana. Both Tina and Britt have broken his heart by this point. So, he’s rolling down the halls singing A Perfectly Good Heart. While Artie’s soloing, we cut to Rachel watching Finn and Quinn chatting. Artie’s song playing over this scene. Rachel is feeling similar to him at the moment.
She’s pretty sure Finn dumped her to be with Quinn again even though Kurt and Blaine told her they saw Quinn and Sam at the movies last night together making out in the back row. Fine, if that’s how he’s going to be, she doesn’t need him anyway. Cue Mr. Perfectly Fine. Uber dramatic solo performance walking around McKinley’s halls watching Finn and Quinn together ending in the auditorium alone. (see what I did there, both broken hearted peeps singing a song with Perfectly in it (this was not at all planned, actually, happy accident))
After some good old heartbreak, we have Kurt and Blaine on screen. Blaine walks into the auditorium to see Kurt sitting on the edge of the stage. “What’s all the fuss?” he asks from the door. Kurt had texted him “EMERGENCY.” The band starts to play and Kurt just starts singing, Enchanted. It’s time to profess their love for each other, just like they sing Perfect together in the car, this duet needs no audience. Blaine catches up and sings while walking towards his boyfriend. It’s very reminiscent of past New Directions competitions where they come in from the back and make their way to the stage. “Wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you?” Kurt and Blaine both know the answer to that question now but just a few months ago they were both wondering that exact thing.
They kiss before we cut to Kurt and Blaine walking hand in hand into the choir room where everyone else is already. Mr. Schue is praising the performances thus far and of course asks Rachel if she’s ready to solo (some practice for her completion solo). This causes an uproar from Mercedes and Santana. Another classic argument of how she gets too many solos. Mr. Schue tries to shut them both down but Santana tells Rachel to watch her back, and we get three very different reactions to this.
All three girls storm out.
First, we visit Mercedes alone in the courtyard. This solo is all about being hurt over this great thing in her life (glee) and her being denied happiness within that club. Thus, Cold As You. (mostly to indulge myself because she’d blow us away with this song).
Next, Rachel in the auditorium. A huge bridge on stage (very Speak Now Tour of her), belting out Better Than Revenge. Santana’s dropped the last straw (the humiliation, name calling, Finn at one point and now solos,) it’s too much this time.
And finally, Santana walking around McKinley, showing us flashes of Rachel ‘outshining’ her and the rest of glee and Mr. Schue being unfair, while singing Look What You Made Me Do.
Tina walks out at the same time as Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana but no one seems to put two and two together. She feels just as underutilized as the latter two do. She ends up in an empty classroom and sings The Outside. “Nobody ever lets me in” and “on the outside looking in.”
Once the 3, err 4, divas have left the room, Finn sticks up for Rachel. Quinn, of course, has something to say about this along the lines of “you always defend her.” Finn, intimated by her ‘scary Quinn’ fumbles and blurts “because she’s my girlfriend” WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT THIS POINT. Quinn dumps him on the spot, cuts quickly to Blaine and Kurt sharing some ‘oh my god, can you believe this’ expressions, and vanishes from the room.
By this point, Rachel is long gone from the auditorium but the bridge is still there.
Here’s where we go way off script but imagine, Quinn has decided to just quit boys. They’ve all failed her anyway, she’s better off being alone. She walks up the bridge and thinks to herself “god Rachel’s so dramatic, where did this thing even come from” before it hits her “fuck, I’m as bad as Finn. I want her.” Then, she starts singing Clean to herself in the auditorium, likely tearing up throughout and ending with a good cry. (Because Dianna would DELIVER with Clean.)
While Quinn is having a sexuality crisis, the rest of glee is still happening. They’re discussing upcoming competition and debating solos and songs.
Kurt’s all: “Mr. Schue, if I may” and performs a lovely rendition of Call It What You Want. Those opening lines are too good. “My castle (ie McKinley) crumbled overnight, brought a knife to a gun fight (ie couldn’t fight off Dave Karofsky), “I’m doing better than I ever was ‘cause my baby’s fit like a daydream,” and “at least I did one thing right.” When he’s done, Blaine’s a mess in the back of the choir room, and Mr. Schue says: “not really what we’re looking for but very nice, Kurt” however, Kurt’s too busy sitting beside Blaine teasing him about blushing.
Then, the missing girls return to the room having sung out their emotions. Quinn, having realized her feelings for Rachel, ends up soloing You Belong With Me to the New Directions in the choir room. Odd looks all around, no one knows what’s up with her and why does she keep glancing at Rachel? (Faberry just fit so well I had to add it, don’t know if I’m a shipper or not but it’s here now) (also thanks to @spicygemini for pointing out the obvious “Quinn would have ate YBWY”).
Mr. Schue wants to move the group to the audition to perform their final number of the Taylor Swift tribute well but Tina asks to sing first. He’s surprised but allows it, taking a seat with the rest of the New Directions.
Tina sings Beautiful Ghosts. “Watch from the dark, wait for my life to start” because New Directions is refusing to use her talents AGAIN. She’s singing this to Rachel and the girls who were in the Treble Tones. Because she absolutely SMASHES this number, the glee kids agree she gets solo for their next competition (and they deliver on that promise).
To conclude Part 2 of the Taylor tribute episode, we have a group performance of Long Live. “One day we will be remembered”, “all the years we stood there on the sidelines wishing for right now”, “for a moment a band of thrives in ripped up jeans got to rule the world” ie wining completions, “when they look at the pictures please tell them my name...”
#this took so long please enjoy it#Taylor tribute glee episode#glee head canon#gleek swifie#glee#taylor swift
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Astor nodded. He and paced the hall and muttered under his breath.
“I see...I never meddled in the realm of technology...but to think that Sheikah Technology could hold such a secret.” He tapped his chin, staring at the astrolabe on the other side of the dungeon bars. “I suppose it makes sense. The advanced accomplishments and feats that such technology is capable of...it’s only naturally that it is powered by unconventional means.”
Siv spun the Sheikah Core on his index finger like it was a ball. “Yeeeep. I’m guessing that’s what allowed the super old dudes to beat the Calamity all those years ago.” He shook his head. “So, yeah. Dick Lord Ganon is gonna use that to turn the Guardians and Divine Beasts against us. And even if the science peeps keep researching into them...well.” He looked up at Astor. “Obviously, they would never figure out this crucial little detail even after a hundred years of science-ing. So this is our little secret, capiche?”
Astor nodded again. If what Asivus was saying was true (And it was) then Hyrule were truly doomed. The Calamity would exploit this secret, and use it to flip the entire war on its head. This is what Ganon would use to turn the Divine Beasts against them.
If any of the researchers found out about this aspect of Ancient Technology, and adapted to it, then Ganon would lose his biggest advantage...and it might be possible to...
The seer quickly shook away the thought. No, even if they knew, the world would be helpless all the same when the Princess fails to awaken their powers. In fact, it would probably be more brutal if Ganon’s forces were reliant completely on the bludgeoning and stabbing that came with monsters. Machines would have avoidable patterns in a post-apocalyptic world, but monsters of malice would be exceptionally harder.
So yes...We keep this info from everyone. Especially Robbie and Purah and...
“How sure are you that no one else could figure this out?” Astor asked.
“Decently sure. I mean, it’d be pretty hard to guess such a crazy thing.” Asivus shrugged.
“Are you positive? Because I know my—” He stopped in his tracks, suddenly stumbling on his words. “I—in reference to random researchers—other non-specified—she’s not—Look. There are very talented and intelligent researchers across the kingdom, surely someone—”
“Did you say it yourself? Everyone’s way to arrogant around here!” Siv threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “No one’s gonna look for faults in their perfect little war machines! They shoot lasers, and don’t talk back. It’s a general’s wet dream. Even if someone figured out this secret, no one here would listen to them.” He waved his hand in a circle and gestured towards his half brother. “Case in point: You.”
Astor folded his arms and sighed. “Alright, fine. So that’s how the Calamity will turn the Guardians and Beasts against us. But what’s the actual execution of it all? The plan? What’s your play in this? How did the Guardians in the yard get corrupted?”
Siv was silent; thinking. He seemed to be endlessly swimming through thoughts and words and memories. The man fiddled with the discs surrounding the astrolabe, eyes drooping in misery. Interesting.
“I was supposed to make them. That’s what he wanted,” Asivus finally said. “Beast of water, lightning, air, and fire. Or, demons? Blights or something. Creatures that were to take on the Divine Beasts.They’re built slightly different than Guardians, so he needed a little something special to deal with ‘em.” He blew hair off his forehead with a huff. “It all sorta just came into my head in the minutes before I fucked up those Guardians, so the details come and go, but that’s the gist. I make the Blights, Ganon does his thing, then I wait at the Sanctum to achieve true happiness or whatever he was bullshitting.”
“But you failed.” Astor interjected. “You failed to make the blights, and thus today’s calamity failed. At least, in this timeline.” Siv opened his mouth to object, but he continued to think outloud. “The Guardians were a fluke, then. You were not capable of creating Blights, but wielded enough malice to corrupt a Guardian. Although that brings into question how you control malice to begin with...and why you were chosen specifically for the task...”
Asivus was silent again, spinning the astrolabe on the floor. Astor observed him for a moment.
“Is he speaking to you? At the moment?” The seer asked. “Every time you fall silent is when you start looking down at that device. That thing I can correctly assume is the instigator of all this, given that you look at it every time I ask about the recent Guardians you ruined.”
Asivus narrowed his eyes at him, annoyed at being so readable.
“Ganon isn’t in your head, as you said you were overcome with this information in the minutes you truly held that astrolabe and walked by the Guardians.” He thought back. “Earlier before the incident you said you had a dream, and then you found the astrolabe? You leave it on your desk as a paper weight, before developing the decent moral to drop off a potential lost item to the Sheikah. But then you were holding the astrolabe in proximity to the Guardians, and subsequently are suddenly given the revelation to the Calamity’s plan...”
He locked eyes with him. “Combine that with the truth about all Sheikah Technology itself...and the fact that your eyes only change when that core is in your possession...”
Astor walked closer and gripped one of the bars, calmly. “That astrolabe is the link between you and the Calamity. It speaking to you through it. It’s lending you the power to control malice. It’s a manifested vessel of Ganon’s ill intent for this world...perhaps made of whatever malice plagues yourself. Perhaps he chose you for the job because you’re brimming with his favourite substance.”
Assivus started at the seer, and blinked once. Astor took that as confirmation, but asked anyways: “Am I wrong?”
Siv bit his tongue for a moment, before sighing in defeat. “You’ve got Ligero’s mannerisms down to the T. The perceptiveness nearly makes me wish I had actually paid attention to his parenting attempts.”
Something twisted inside Astor at that comment, and his voice grew a dangerous edge. “I’m nothing like him.”
“It’s alright, don’t take it personally. I just have a love-hate relationship with smart people.”
“Tsk.” The prophet stared down the corridor in thought. “Don’t we all.”
“But you’re wrong about one thing.” Siv added, and he looked up at Astor with a new seriousness. “I didn’t ‘fail’ to make the blights.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I didn’t fail to make the blights, I didn’t want to.” Asivus raised his voice, and rolled the astrolabe to the other side of the cell. “You can’t fail something you never really attempted in the first place.” He winked. “I mean, that’s been my philosophy on life for the last 15 years, heh.”
Astor blinked in surprise. “But...why? The world is doomed, and you were handed a position of life and power on a silver tray. Chosen above anyone else. Why wouldn’t—?”
“I didn’t do it because I’m not like you, pissface!” Siv snapped. “I jump outta my socks to make a selfish decision. I don’t just run away from any inconvenience in my life.”
Astor nearly laughed. “Oh? And what exactly is it that you do, then? You’re really going to preach to me, Mr. Assivus Asunder?”
“YEAH! That name is exactly why I decided this!” He waved his arms in the air, and gestured to himself as he slumped against the wall. “Taking action and fighting for anything, regardless of what, sucks ass. Initiating change? Bad. Acting on what you care about? No likey.” Siv pounded his chest proudly. “The ideal ending for Asivus Ex-Hartell is to just chill out, and wait for the end. Drink in hand!”
He raised his empty flask, but nonetheless pretended to drink.
Astor frowned, but let the distant drip of leaking water echo in the corridor.
He watched Siv for a few more minutes, silently tapping his fingers on his elbow.
“You still care about your brother.”
It was a good think his flask was empty, as otherwise he would have spit out his drink. Siv angrily sputtered. “The fuck does that have to do with anything—?!”
“Why are you just relaxing in there after all this time? You think you deserve this? Don’t want to be a burden for others?” Astor looked him up and down.
“Listen, you little shit. I know at this point it shouldn’t be a surprise that my family is made up of asshole, but—”
“You know when I first saw you around the castle, I did recognize you. The eyes, you see. But of course, I didn’t see the need to trouble you with my story, but I did watch you.” The prophet sneered. “Dear Asivus Hartell, sneaking into town to share a peach cobbler with his niece. Assivus Asunder, teaching his nephew to shield surf, and trying to encourage him down a more righteous path than his own. The Royal Orator Siv, who thanks his little brother for taking care of him by spending four hours making perfect hand drawn rat doodle cards.” Astor leaned down with a smirk. “You’re not the only one who paid attention to the captain’s birthday presents.”
“Alright get to the point, fuckface.” He waved the prophet off. “What? I screw around with my dumb family. What’s it gotta do with anything?”
“It means that for all your talk of laying down and dying and giving up, your action seems to indicate that you don’t actually believe that.” He jabbed a finger at Siv through the bars. “Or at least you don’t fully. Maybe you don’t want to. So don’t go blathering about your sorry life, only to try and insult me in the next minute. This isn’t about your apathy. You’re just scrambling at this low bar Ganon gives you as you drool the rare opportunity to unequivocally be an undeniably good person. You just want to tell yourself you’re a hero.”
Quiet.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
“OK.” Asivus curled his lip. “I didn’t want to join Ganon, because I’m still stupidly trying to not be an asshole. I’m too much of a wuss to commit to the dickhead role I was probably meant to fulfill. I’m pathetically trying to keep control over my image—is THAT what you want to hear, magic man? Congratu-fucking-lations. You turned the tables, you can see how pathetic I am and can feel better about yourself. How do ya feel?” The astrolabe had rolled by Asivus’ lap, and gold speckled in his eyes.
Astor sighed and answered honestly. “...Well. I’m envious, truth be told.” Siv blinked, but let him continue. “I haven’t bothered trying to be a hero my whole life, much less have such a driven (and these days useless) hunger to be ‘good.’” The seer shook his head, staring down the hall again. “I’m envious, but I do think you’re a fool. I’d take the opportunity to wield the future in a heartbeat, no matter the consequences.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Siv chuckled. “This malice stuff is fucked up.”
“Only because you don’t understand it.” Astor replied, offended. “I’ve studies it for years, and it’s often misunderstood. There’s a beauty and usefulness to it, even detached from the Calamity. You’re just not intelligent enough to get it, I understand. ‘Love-hate relationship,’ like you said.” He snorted.
“Are you sick?! This Ancient Core thing made me walk through so many shitty memories and thoughts...I wouldn’t walk through that again to end OR save the world.”
“Again. All due to your plight of ignorance. It’s not your fault.”
Asivus rolled his eyes. “You know what? Why don’t you explain it me then?! If you’re so excited about it? Talk aaall about how I’m not fit to properly wield this and how pathetic I am?”
Siv dangled the astrolabe in the air between his fingers.
“Go on! Explain how great this malice is, and maybe then if you’re so eager I’ll just leave the thing in your care!”
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Angst Prompt: 8: “Why would I ever want to be with you?”
Warnings: Bakugo being a dick like normal
“I think you guys would be cute together!” Asui nodded after Uraraka confessed her crush on Midoriya, it was Friday night and the girls had all bundled into Momo’s dorm room to have a ‘girls night’. And of course the subject had turned to boys.
“I don’t think he would ever like me” she blushed at Asui’s words, everyone immediately started to shake their heads in disagreement. “He definitely likes you” Jiro added bluntly.
“What about you Y/L/N?” Asui asked you, making everyone’s heads turn towards your direction, immediately you blushed “Oh, I don’t like anyone” you said quickly. It was a lie, you did like someone but there was no chance anyone would agree with it.
“You don’t have to hide it from us, we wont tell” Uraraka tried to reassure you, but you continued to shake your head. “Maybe she’s ashamed of it” Mina proposed, “Oh my god, it’s not Mineta is it?!” she blurted out.
The room erupted into a bunch of ‘Ews’, “Don’t insult me like that” you joked. “Then it has to be someone we wouldn’t expect” Asui deducted.
“Kirishima?” Momo asked, “No, it’s not him! He’s my best friend” you answered “So there is someone” Mina spotted your slip up.You groaned into your hands.
“Is it Bakugo?” Uraraka asked, not sure herself “Oh my god no!” you blurted out a bit too quickly, but the blush on your cheeks said it all. “They do spend a lot of time together” Jiro chimed in, “We just sit next to each other in class, that’s all” you protested, trying to throw them off the trail.
“It has to be Bakugo, look how pink her face is” Mina squealed, squeezing the fluffy pink pillow she was hugging. Groaning again, you put your hands into your face even further.
“I can see it” Momo shrugged, “Really?” Uraraka raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “Why Bakugo of all people?” she asked you. “Well, he’s stupid strong” you said and everyone begrudgingly nodded. “And he puts on that whole angry attitude thing, but there’s more to him” you quietly explained.
“I for one think you should ask him out on a date” Momo said, Uraraka seemed unsure and everyone else was thinking about it, “If he was with someone like you, he might calm down” he laughed, taking a sip of her tea that she’d made.
You felt your phone vibrate, Kirishima had sent you a text “Guys night blows” he’d sent, you smiled down at your phone and chuckled, apparently the boys had decided to do the same thing that you girls had.
“So does girls night, all we’re doing is talking about boys” you sent back. Luckily the conversation had moved on from you and Bakugo and now onto how everyone could set Uraraka and Midoriya up.
“Anything about me?” Kirishima replied quickly “Other than the normal, them asking me if we’re a thing” you typed back to him, you both had to content with people thinking you were a couple - at first it made you hesitant to be such close friends with him, but in the end you didn’t care.
“But I thought we were a thing? ;)” he remarked back, to which you replied “You wish” and pocketed your phone.
“Let’s play truth or dare!” Uraraka exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. “Do we have to?” you moaned, you hated this game, mainly because you were a private person and didn’t like everyone knowing your business.
You felt your phone vibrate again, it was Kirishima with another text “Bakugo’s talking about you”, your heart fluttered at the sight of the text and you immediately wished you could hear the conversation. “What’s he saying?” you hurriedly sent back. You stared at your phone screen for a while watching him type back.
Kirishima was the only one who truly knew the extent of your crush on Bakugo. He was the first one you told, knowing how close he was to the two of you, and he would tell you the small things Bakugo would say about you.
“He was asked which girl out of our class would he most wanna make out with and he said you” he’d texted you, you felt your tummy do a back flip as you read it. No way he’d said that. “Anything else?” you bravely replied.
The rest of the girls had finished getting into a circle so you guessed the game was about to start. “Okay, Uraraka, truth or dare?” Mina shouted, pointing a finger across the circle at her “Um, dare?” she rubbed the back of her neck anxiously.
“I dare you to text Midoriya and ask him if he likes you” Mina smirked, oh no this was the type of Truth or Dare they were going for. You watched as Uraraka shakily got out her phone, typed for a little bit and then stopped.
“Oh god!” she exclaimed, putting her head into her hands in shame “What if he says no, or it ruins our friendship?” she started to worry. “I doubt that will happen” Jiro said bluntly.
“Who’s next?” Mina beamed, of course she was loving this, she wasn’t the one who’s crushes were being exposed.”How about you?” you smirked at her, taking her by surprise “Truth or Dare?” you shot.
“Uh, Truth?” she shifted her eyes around the room, concerned about what she had gotten herself into “Have you ever had a sexy dream about anyone in our class, and if so who?” you asked, you wanted to embarrass her as much as she had been embarrassing you and Uraraka.
She shook her head immediately, “Hey, no, that’s two questions!”, sighing you reiterated your question “Okay, you don’t have to tell us who, just have you?”. Crossing her arms at being outed she just said “Yes” and that was it, everyone else seemed to have the same thought and said a communal “Ooooh”.
“Y/L/N, you go next” Mina pouted, seemingly not having as much fun as before, “Sure, Dare” you said before you could think. You had an unspoken rule with yourself that when you played this game you would always pick Dare to make the game fun and interesting.
Jiro shifted forward towards you and smiled, “I dare you to airdrop a meme to the first unknown contact that comes up” she said, that wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be.
You took out your phone, seeing that you also had a reply from Kirishima, but instead you turned airdropping on and blindly clicked the first name, purposely not reading it and send them your most recent and stupid meme.
Waiting to hear a someone’s phone go off but you were met with silence, “Any of you guys get anything?” you asked the room but were met with a series of head shakes and ‘no’s.
The game carried on, so you took the opportunity to check your text messages, “We started asking him more questions about you but he got mad and told us to shut up, I’ve never seen him like that before” he had replied, following up with “Did you just Airdrop Bakugo a meme?”. God damn it, there was no way that it was him you sent it to.
You quickly typed back a ‘No?’ and waited for his response, “Really? Cause it’s the same meme you sent me earlier” he said. Crap.
Then another message came in, it in reply to your stupid meme, which you now knew was Bakugo - but he didn’t know it was you he was texting, and you were supposed to not know it was him.
Bakugo had sent you a meme in response, it was actually fairly funny so you started to giggle at it out loud. When the people around you stopped talking, you’d realised that you were being maybe too loud.
The girls were all staring at you, waiting for you to explain your random fit of laughter. “They replied to my meme with another meme” you said through tears of laughter. And then the game resumed like normal.
Everyone in the room had a go at the truth or dare, you aimlessly watched while you and Bakugo sent memes back and forth. Obviously Kirishima was getting all of them as well. Very quickly, your turn as up again.
“Y/L/N, truth or dare” Momo asked you, peering up from your phone you looked around the room, no way you would get away with such an easy dare again. “Truth” you broke your rule, Momo smiled sweetly, “How long have you had a crush on Bakugo?” she asked, it was an innocent question which you would have expected from her.
Although, if you were to answer truthfully as the game suggested you do, then you would have to admit that it all started from the entrance exam. There was just something about the way he owned the entire course and destroyed those that got in his way that made him seem very very attractive.
“I change my mind, Dare!” you switched desperately, “No you can’t do that!” Mina shouted, “No, that’s fine” Momo backed you up, but then a sly smile came across her face, the sweet girl you knew gone.
“I dare you to ask Bakugo on a date” she said, the room gasped. “W-What?” you stuttered, wanting to make sure that you heard it properly. “I said, I dare you to ask Bakugo on a date, right now” she specified.
You couldn’t back down, after all you were offered a Truth and you blew it. It wasn’t like she was telling you to do something you didn’t want to do, you absolutely wanted to go on a date with Bakugo, but you never had the balls to ask him. Maybe this was the push you needed.
“Okay” you said bravely, “You can’t be serious” Uraraka was speechless, “Why not? It’s not a big deal” you lied through your teeth, shrugging it off. You stood from your seated spot and wiped your sweaty hands on your pyjamas.
Marching to the door and swinging it open, you looked behind you to see all of the girls sheepishly following behind you, oh god they we’re going to listen in were they?
You confidently walked down the hallway until you reached Bakugo’s room, you were about to knock when you heard laughter coming from the inside, it sounded like their ‘guy party’ was still going strong.
Nervously, you glanced behind you and saw the girls at the end of the corridor, peeping their heads around the corner to watch what was about to go down.
You knocked on the door harshly.
The laughter from inside stopped.
You heard footsteps getting louder.
The door swung open, “What do you want nerd?” your ears picked up, but your brain didn’t process the sound. Red orbs were glaring into you, and it made you freeze on the spot. Peering beyond that and into the darkened room, you saw all the guys of Class 1-A huddled together, even Midoriya, Mineta and Iida were there.
“Hey” you tried to smile and bring back the faux confidence you had a moment ago, you wiped your hands subtly on your pyjamas again as Bakugo raised his eyebrow at you, waiting for you to answer his question.
“I was wondering, if you’re not busy that is, would wanna go get coffee tomorrow- or if you don’t like coffee maybe something else like a tea, or food or something similar- you get the point” you rambled, good god why did you have to ramble. You couldn’t help it, his scowl and whole attitude made the butterflies in your stomach flutter as though someone had shaken their cage.
“Are you... asking me out?” he asked in disbelief, “Yeah, yeah, I guess I am” you nervously chuckled, for some reason you started to rub the side of your arm, it felt like hours were going by while you waited for him to respond.
By the movement in the foreground of your vision, you could tell that the other’s must have heard what you’d said, and if not that, they definitely heard Bakugo reiterate your question - his voice had a way of carrying.
He brushed one of his hands through his spiked blonde hair, you could see it in his eyes that he was processing it, his expression had turned soft and all of a sudden he seemed less threatening, but instead kind.
Kirishima broke the silence with a not-so-subtle cough.
Almost as though he had been in a trance, Bakugo’s frown was back, his eyes shifted to the side as though he was trying to look at his friends without turning his head. Then he brought his gaze back to you.
“Why would I ever want to be with you?” he shouted at you, and with one last scowl he shifted back into the darkened room and slammed the door in your face.
He slammed it with such force that a gust of wind tickled your face, you stood their staring at the closed door.
You turned back to your group of friends, their giggles replaced with silence, and their smiles repossessed with gestures of guilt. Not one of them could meet your eye, especially not Momo.
“I’m just gunna go to bed, it’s getting late” you weakly smiled to them, waving, you carried on down the hall and to your own dorm room, you refused to let any tears fall before you were behind your own shelter door.
Luckily your room was two down from Bakugo’s so it didn’t take you long to reach it. Softly closing and locking the door behind you, you stood in silence, staring at the interior of your room.
There was a very slim chance that he would want to date you, you knew that, but being rejected so harshly and in front of your entire class was something you weren’t ready for.
You’d been trying to sleep for hours now, hoping that you would feel better in the morning. The laughter from down the hall had stopped for some time now, so the ticking of your clock was your only audible friend.
Getting out of bed and putting on one of your hoodies, you opened the sliding door to your balcony and stepped out into the cold night air. The stars were bright tonight, they had won their fight against the light pollution of the city, every single one twinkled in their own way - you admired that.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement, without fully turning your head you watched a figure a few rooms across have the same idea as you, stepping out to lean on the railing.
You tried to ignore them and continue your star gazing but they kept moving, you watched them quietly and repeatedly slam their fist down towards the railing, not actually making contact but it seemed like they wanted to.
They hadn’t seen you yet, that much was obvious. Especially when they started to mumble to themselves. You couldn’t understand what they were saying exactly but you could pick up on a few words ‘moron’, ‘idiot’ and other harsher ones that you were not expecting to hear.
Feeling as though you were intruding on someone’s mental breakdown you decided to slip back inside before they noticed you. The moment you moved they froze and snapped their body to face you, like a rabbit in headlights you did the same.
Their identity would have remained anonymous if they hadn’t said your name, the shadows casting on their face meant you couldn’t see their mouth move but the cloud of vapour that floated from their body and towards the sky indicated that it was them that had spoken.
You knew exactly who that was. Only a few hours prior they had yelled in your face and slammed a door on you.
The breaking of the silence also broke your immobility, taking another step forward you slipped back into your room and closed the door behind you.
Unzipping your hoodie and hanging it back in its rightful place on the wall, you walked back over to your bed and sat down. By the time you’d laid yourself back down on your bed, you heard a few knocks at your door and then footsteps seemingly getting fainter and fainter.
Groaning, you got back up out of bed and walked over to your door and opened it, exposing your eyes to the bright lights of the hallway.
No one was there, it was just you and the empty corridor.
You were about to close your door again and go back to your attempt at sleep when you noticed a bit of paper on the floor with your name on it. Curiosity got the better of you, you reached down and picked it up.
Opening up the note it read “I’m sorry” on one side, confused, you turned it over and what you saw made your heart leap.
“Coffee? Tomorrow? At 12?”
Tonight you would go to bed smiling.
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I've been reading the very limited amount of Blind Deceit and I thought of something cute 💛 He used to read stories to Virgil and Remus when Thomas was young, with the two never knowing that it was braille. Years later, Remus finds their old story books and decides to ask Dee about them in front of everyone. It leads to them all finding out that he's blind, Patton finding out that he's a great Dad and Virgil (whom he hasn't made up with yet) asking him to read after a Nightmare that night 💜
I had a lot of fun with this one! I really love Blind Deceit, and really hope you enjoy this!!!
Pairings: None/All platonic
Warnings: None really? Just lmk if I need to add anything!
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Deceit was relaxing on the couch in the mind palace, one earbud in as he listened to a podcast. He and Remus had been… Mostly accepted. Things were still sometimes really tense, and he knew it would take a while for everything to settle. But Deceit took advantage of the calm day they were having. Roman and Patton were baking, if their laughter and the strong scent of chocolate was anything to go by. Virgil was still napping, or maybe just quietly scrolling on his phone. Deceit hadn’t heard a peep from him in a while. And Logan was reading nearby on the couch, the only indication he was there to Deceit being the frequent sound of pages turning.
And Remus was nowhere to be found.
Deceit guessed he was in the Imagination, preparing a prank for Roman. Or perhaps in his room, conducting an experiment.
And so Deceit closed his eyes, seeing the darkness that he saw all the time anyway, and lost himself in the voices of those on the podcast. He might as well enjoy this rare day of peace.
He didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until Remus was shaking him awake.
Deceit blinked, rubbing his eyes and looking in Remus’s direction. Deceit instantly knew it was him and no one else by the scent of fresh blood lingering in the air around the side.
“Yes, Remus?”
“Good! You’re up!” Deceit felt some stuff being pushed into his hands as he sat up. “I was digging around some old stuff, from when Virgie and I were really really young, right? And I found these!”
“Why would you even want find those old books, Remus?” Virgil asked tiredly, and Deceit could feel his gaze on the pair. In fact, Deceit could practically feel everyone looking at them. “They aren’t worth much.”
Remus stuck his tongue out at Virgil, glaring half-heartedly. “I thought you of all sides would be excited, considering they were always your favorite whenever Dee read them to us!”
Virgil’s surprise was evident in his voice. “You don’t mean-”
“They’re the old Disney classics.” Deceit finished, running his fingers over the covers lightly and feeling the familiar bumps of the title.
“Yeah! And I thought it’d be fun to read them myself, but I literally couldn’t understand anything. Dee, why’re they all in braille?”
“Because I’m blind?” Deceit stated simply, opening one of the books and tracing his fingers over the words. His eyes widened slightly. “Wait- didn’t I ever tell you?”
Remus was gaping at him. In fact, everyone was. There was a beat of silence, before Remus tackled him into a hug.
Deceit yelped as he suddenly had a duke clinging to him, laughing almost hysterically. Deceit blinked in confusion, but still held Remus close, because why would Deceit not? Remus was his family, as good as Deceit’s own child.
He tilted his head in Patton’s direction as the moral side began to speak. “You mean… You read to them when they were younger?”
“Don’t sound so surprised, Patton.” Deceit stated, running a hand through Remus’s hair as the side slowly calmed down. “They were young, and afraid. They had nightmares constantly. What was I supposed to do, just tell them to suck it up and just go back to bed?”
Remus squeezed him tighter.
“I can’t believe you know braille and never taught us!” That was definitely Logan.
“I can’t believe I never noticed, I just thought you had good eyesight!” Virgil, and Deceit could imagine the look of shock on his face. He sounded closer though. Deceit nearly reached out, to beckon him into his arms as well, just as they used to. But he thought better of it. They still hadn’t made amends, and he doubted Virgil would want Deceit to hug him.
“I did not realize it wasn’t obvious, it wasn’t something I was trying to hide from either of you. The rest of you, yes, but not you or Remus.”
He heard Roman’s signature princey gasp. “Hide it from us!”
Deceit just shrugged, feeling Remus move to sit next to him instead of on top, which Deceit was definitely a bit grateful for. The suffocating smell of death was a bit more bearable when Remus wasn’t directly on him.
“Wait- how are you even blind? Thomas isn’t blind!” Roman added, glancing to the others.
“Logan and Patton need glasses, do they not?” Deceit pointed out. “Yet Thomas doesn’t need glasses all the time.”
“He should wear them more often though,” Logan mumbled.
“Well, I guess Deceit never saw this conversation coming, huh?”
The others groaned as Patton laughed, and Deceit felt the small bit of tension in his shoulders disappear, smiling gently.
“Oh! Roman and I made brownies for dinner if everyone’s hungry?” Patton asked, glancing around. Deceit could tell Logan was about to lecture them that it wasn’t healthy, and he was right. Deceit still got to his feet to join them all for brownies though.
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Deceit was just about to fall asleep. He had stayed up listening to some show most of the night to unwind, and he could tell it was getting late. The others had all been asleep for a few hours now, if the silence of the house was anything to go by.
Just as he had pulled the blanket over himself, Deceit heard his door creek open and close softly. Deceit frowned, sitting up.
“Deceit?”
Virgil?
Deceit tilted his head. “Can I help you?”
Virgil hesitated, before taking a deep breath.
“I know… That we haven’t exactly made up, and we should probably talk things out soon and come to some sort of agreement, but I… I can’t sleep.”
Deceit raised a brow, confused. “Why are you coming to me then, and not Patton, or even Logan?”
“Because…” He could hear Virgil fidgeting. “I just, Remus bringing up those books reminded me of how nice things we’re. I had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. And, and I don’t think Patton or Logan could stomach reading one of the classics. Certainly not Roman. And Remus is too loud. And you always had such a soothing voice, but I get if you would rather not and I can go and we could forget this ever happened-”
“Virgil, do you want me to read to you?”
Virgil swallowed, and his voice came out meek. “Yes…?”
Deceit bit his lip gently, before shifting on the bed. Virgil’s eyes brightened slightly as he climbed into bed beside Deceit, feeling some of Deceit’s arms wrap around him. He handed Deceit the book he wanted read to him- The Little Mermaid.
They both got a bit more comfortable, Virgil curled into Deceit’s side as Deceit began to read. His fingers traced the pages slowly as Virgil lost himself in Deceit’s voice, and soon Virgil drifted off back to sleep.
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In need for some Chani smut if possible! Maybe something about how the reader is doing a dance performance with another male idol and they get pretty close which makes Chani jealous which leads to a fluffy smut or intense one doesn't matter to me! I can't wait hehe 🤭
Ooooooo 😉. I really want to deliver for this one. I haven't written a Chani smut so this’ll be fun. For some reason Hyunjin from Stray Kids popped in my head the person you’ll dance with. It seems like he and Chani are friends, I thought it make it interesting.
“The Way You Moved” (Chani x Reader)
Genre: Smut, stemmed from jealousy with fluffy
Also I just realised that all the smut I had written didn't display any ways of safe sex. It wasn't specified that you guys aren't engaging in unsafe sex (sex without a form of contraceptive, condoms, birth control). Sorry guys (unless you’re into breeding. I’m so sorry.) Now you know, you guys are always having safe sex, in any of my smuts.
Synopsis: At one of the music shows while promoting some of your new music, you also perform a special stage dancing with Hyunjin to BAEKHYUN’s ‘Ghost’ (song I think is heavily slept on btw.) Chani wishes it was him instead of his friend.
Chani knew he’d see you today, and he dreaded it. Amidst both of you prepping for your comebacks, you told that you’d performing a stage with Hyunjin.
“So what are you guys doing for this stage?”
“We’re going to perform a dance. A duet.”
He gripped his phone tighter while holding it up to his ear. He took a deep breath, he knew how good you were at dancing, this wasn't your first dance performance with someone. But it was Hyunjin, one of his friends, who he knew was really good dancing. But what worried him more was how good he looked while dancing. He had this intensity about him when performing, not being the cutie that he usually was off stage. This made him a feel a bit threatened, but of course, he wouldn't let you know that. He’d act as if it didn't bother him.
“Ah..okay. I’m sure you’ll great. I’m looking forward to you nailing it.”
He tried to add some excitement to his voice to you over the phone, but if only you saw his face.
Now it was day he’d perform with the guys and you would perform your music, as well as do the duet.
“Did you hear about y/n’s dance?” asks Youngkyun approaching Chani as he’s getting his hair styled.
“Yeah, I want her to do great but..”
“Yeah I know. Nothing’s going to happen, its just a dance.”
That’s what he kept trying to tell himself, but it felt like something more.
Chani and the guys joined the stage to perform all of them doing the things they did best. Once they exited the stage, Chani saw you dressed, makeup done, having a staff help you in getting your mic ready alongside Hyunjin. When he saw you catch his eye you waved and smiled. He tried his best to not show any signs of jealously and waved back forcing a smile. He was going to continue to walk to their waiting room when you hurried toward him.
“Hey you guys did good, like always.”
He looked at you with your makeup and hair styled and was yet again reminded of how pretty you were. He briefly took in your outfit a sparkly multi-colored sequin top a black blazer and his eyes lingered how short your shorts were.
“Thanks,” he forced a smile, “You aren't cold?” You looked down and knew exactly what he was talking about. “A little, but the dance would over before we know it. That’s what Hyunjin-ssi and I have been saying.” The ‘we’ stung more than he thought it would.
“Hey Chani!” Hyunjin approaches with his famously cute smile. He approached him and made small talk before they had to go on stage, it was his friend after all.
Soon a staff member would alert you and Hyunjin that you were up on stage very soon. “Okay I’ll se you later,” you turned to see if anyone was looking at the two of you and pecked his cheek before leaving with the staff member. Hyunjin then patted him on the shoulder and smiled, “I’ll take care of her. For you.”
He pats Chani’s shoulder again before trailing after you to the stage.
He was still succumbed in the peck you gave him earlier. Thinking about it he instinctively touches his cheek sitting in the chair looking at the backstage monitors. All the guys were ready to watch too, but mostly glanced over at Chani to gauge how he felt.
The stage was dark and immediately lit up when the music started. The two of you move from your starting pose, with you standing, weight on your right foot, with a hand on your hip. With Hyunjin standing with weight on his left gently holding your waist standing right behind you.
The song doesn't really have any build up or intro so the two of you immediately start dancing. From the moment the two of you started, the moves evoked a bit of sensuousness, with the two of you giving a lot of eye-contact, a lot of touching and a lot of hip-movements.
Although at the start Chani felt threatened, but now, he astounded by the way you moved your body on the stage. He knew you were good and loved to dance, having danced with you many times, even posting dance covers together. But you never danced like this with him, it made his face feel hot, with a tinge of the jealously still lingering.
“Wow you guys did amazing!” Taeyang says to you. He also adored your style of dance and sophistication, you know due to his own love for dance.
“Yeah you did great,” says Inseong patting you on the back. The rest of the members give you accolades on your performance as well. When you look at Chani standing next to you, he’s just staring. When you notice him looking at you he snaps out of it and hugs you. “You did so good”, he says in your ear as he kisses you on the cheek.
Later that night the rest of you don’t have any schedules, so you have the night to yourselves. You figured you'd spend that time with Chani. Some of the guys go out and some stay behind to rest or do what they want. You and Chani are cuddling in his bed.
“Something seemed off with you today,” you say as you play in his hair, massaging his scalp. “You think so? I-I was fine. Totally fine.” He fidgets in response to you, trying to keep his deep voice steady.
“Well Hyunjin told he you seemed a bit on edge. I’m assuming it was because of the dance?” You lean in closer to him, looking at him expectedly. “Ahh. He told you that huh?”
“I mean it didn't seem like he was wrong.”
He looks over at you in defeat. “Okay yeah I was jealous. The way you were dressed, to how pretty you looked, to even how you danced. I just wished it was me you were dancing with and not...my friend of all people.”
You moved to sit on his lap now. “You know, we dance together, literally all the time Chanhee.”
“I know but, you looked so..sexy. I...didn’t want you to move like that unless you were with me.”
“So you thought I was sexy? You know I give you lots of sexy all the time when we’re alone,” you start to caress his sides and smile. As you caressed his sides, your fingers would peep under the stitching at the end of his shirt to test the waters to see if he’d let you start undressing him. The heat your fingertips felt when you gently caressed a bit of his exposed abdomen was like no other.
You can tell he noticed, because he was starting to get flushed and his length starting to feel more prominent under you in his sweatpants.
“You want to have another moment? I was imagining doing lots of dirty things to you while you danced,” he then reaches up to place his hands on your waist.
You then start to slowly and gently grind on him, when you do he starts to guide your movements.
“You were? Show me.”
At your words he starts to move your hips faster against him. You also feel him gently thrusting up against your heat. The longer the two of you went, the harder he became. The grinding and friction became less gentle and more rough, causing the both of you to moan in rhythm to your motion.
“You feel so fucking good” he hisses as his hips jerk harder up into you, the firmness of his cock deliciously teasing your opening while simutaneously massaging your clit.
“Not as good as how you feel.”
Suddenly Chanhee turns the two of you over on the bed, you beneath him as he starts to pull is shirt off overhead. You start to undress below him, following suit.
Once you’re completely bare, he dives right into your neck, kisses and nibbling. The sudden movement catches you by surprise, so you moan.
“I want to hear more of that. Only sounds that I get to hear.”
His words and deep voice were making you go crazy. “I want you Chani, all of you.” He doesn't make you wait any longer, skipping the rest of the foreplay. Both of you were eager, you wanted to feel nothing but him inside.
He aligns himself with your heat, and delves in. The both of you moan and he doesn't start slow like he usually does. He salvages you, penetrating you deep and steady, finally able to give in to his pent up desire from the day.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so deep.”
“Mmmhmm. That feel good?”
You can't answer him because of great he’s pleasuring you. Soon you start to feel yourself start to clench around him, singling your orgasm.
“I-I’m gonna cum.”
“Go on cum baby.”
Your moans quickly escalate and the pleasure finally bursts within you, you calling out his name in the process. Soon he finishes after you.
Once he pulls out, the two fo you lay out of breath looking up a the ceiling.
“That.....was so fucking good. You need to jealous more often if this is how you’re gonna be.”
He pulls your naked body close to him and chuckles. “I had to show you how its done, because I know Hyunjin can't make you feel that good even if he is my friend.”
#sf9#sf9 smut#Youngbin#Inseong#Jaeyoon#Dawon#Zuho#Rowoon#Taeyang#Hwiyoung#Chani#Chani smut#Chani fluff#Jealous Chani
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Hi!! I'm so glad that I found someone who writes for Hyde so well!! I was wondering if you could write a hyde x reader where she has a bad home situation and one night can't stand it so she leaves but hyde catches her before she gets out of town and brings her back to stay with him in the basement because he refuses to let someone he loves be miserable and run away. I love your writing so much!
(not) just some girl - Steven Hyde x reader
a\n: idk how i feel about this one lol
trigger warnings: parents fighting, her mom wants her to lose weight but it’s barley mentiond, lmk if i missed something!
word count: 1193
I was sitting in my room, headphones on to filter the yelling. My parents were fighting, again. I don't even know what it was this time. In the morning it was about my dad punishing me without talking about it with my mom, then it turned into an argument over how my dad blames her for every single wrong thing i do, then it was quiet because I went to school. I barley came in when I heard them yelling about the fact my dad should take more action in the house. He got laid off work, and he's on a no-pay vacation.
They were yelling all the time, repeating the same sentences and the same topics. My eyes travel to the floor where I can see my bag peeps. The bag I prepared for the day I'll run away. It had everything I needed: cash, clothing and some snacks. It was also my secret candy stash, cause my mom was "on a diet" and candy were not allowed. The thing is, my mom hasn't changed her eating, this rule was her way to tell me I should go on a diet.
The only thing keeping me here was him. Steven Hyde. He may be a devil, but he's an angel sent for me, and no one can convince me otherwise. Ever since we met, my life got better. Signifyingly better: I was finally leaving the house to hang out with friends, and spent many nights sleeping over at Donna's, the Forman's, even Jackie's. The only ones I avoided having a sleep over with were Kelso and Fez, for obvious reasons.
The thing is Hyde means to me more then I will ever mean to him. he was the first person to make me smile in years, the first one I trusted enough to talk about my parents and the first one I fell for. Sure, we hooked up a few times, but for him it was just a pass-time activity. For him I was just some girl.
Maybe I should do it. Just take the bag and go. There's a bus that leaves Kenosha in 5:00 PM. I can get out of this town, maybe out of Wisconsin. Go somewhere where I won't get yelled at, and I won't be surrounded in yelling. A place where I can eat as much candy as I can.
The candy addiction was Fez's fault. he rarely shared his candy, but when he first met me, he agreed to make an exception if I'll kiss him, so I did. On the cheek. "you never specified where to kiss you" I said when he looked at me all disappointed. Hyde thought it was hilarious, and the whole group got a nice laugh out of it. I got candy.
If I'm leaving, better say goodbye first, right? To my friends. My friends who got along perfectly before they met me, and they will continue to have a happy life when I'm gone. The yelling got so loud, even my headphones didn't block it, so I take the beg and stuff my
"-piece of shit! You sit here all day, watching TV. I do everything. I help them with homework, I cook, and I'm working!" my mom yells as I pass the hall quickly. "oh, you're being ridicules! I helped (y\n) with her homework!". Yeah, when I was seven years old, I think, and thankfully arrive the back door without questions, and soon enough I'm at the bus Station.
A familiar face is waiting there. "Hi (y\n)" Steven smiled at me. Once I was close enough, he wrapped his arms around my waist and placed a kiss on my lips. "where you goin' with this bag?" he asks, eyes traveling down my body till they land on the beg. "I- uh, out of town, visiting my aunt" I make up as he steps back, putting his hands back in his pockets.
"your parents don't have siblings" he says. I'm surprised he remembered. "really? Wow. Guess I'm just going out of town then" I say, laughing awkwardly. "why?" He asks, "I mean your parents are shit but most of the time with me and the rest of the group" he says. "yeah, I know, I just-"
"look, if Kelso or Fez are making you uncomfortable, I can talk to them, you know? You don't have to leave" he cuts me off, and I smile at him sadly. "yeah, but I can't stay, Steven" I say, finally making eye contact with him just in time to see something in his eyes shifts. Using his first name made him realize how serious this is. "but what about us?" he asked. "what us?" I ask, "come on, Hyde, we've known each other for months and we hooked up more times than I can count but it's not like I mean anything to you". He looks at me, sadness in his eyes and I think… I think I hurt him. "(y\n), you really think you mean nothing to me?" he asked me, and I nodded.
"yeah, I mean, that's just who you are. You're not the type to fall in love, I get it" I say, flashing a sad smile. "what did I do to ever make you feel like I don't care about you? (y\n), you are so important to me" he said, taking a step closer and hesitantly resting his hands on my arms. "see, you say that, and everyone says that, you know? My mom said that, do you think she will notice if I'll disappear? Cause I don't" I say. My bus is in 1 minutes.
"(y\n), I haven't been with any other girl since we started… this" he said, finger pointing at me and then him, "cause for once In my life I don't feel like I want every random hot girl, I look at a chick and it's like 'yeah, she's ok, but she's not (y\n)" he says, and I'm surprised at his words. I think it's visible.
"what are you trying to say?" I ask him, forcing my eyes to look into his. "that... I guess that… fuck, man, I love you. And I'm not letting you leave this town. You're coming with me to the Forman's, spend the night with me and we'll find a better solution tomorrow, okay?" he asked.
I can see the bus coming, and my eyes move back and forth – bus, Steven, run away, stay, bus, Steven, new and scary, familiar and safe, bus, Steven, bus…
"Steven" I break the silence, "let's go". He smiles at me and take my hands, placing them on his shoulder. His hands get comfortable around my waist and he leans down to kiss me, but before our lips meet, he stops.
"what's wrong?" I ask, surprised. He just told me he loves me, why is he- wait, he just told me he loves me. "Steven, I love you" I say, and pull myself up. I was right, the fact I didn't say it back was what bothered him, because he kissed back, and I could feel him smile against my lips as we moved in sync.
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#steven hyde#steven hyde x reader#steven hyde imagines#steven hyde imagine#that 70s show#that 70s show x reader#that 70s show imagines
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A draco x m! reader A soft fluff w/ slight angst. Draco wanted to confess to the reader, but regarding his condition, he can't. The reader overheard him talking to someone, and tells him how he feels, Draco then explains his situation, and the reader promises to help him out, hoping for the most positive outcome for them, and Hogwarts. (Can you make the reader slightly older than Draco?)
A/N: Not gonna lie, got a little carried away and made it longer then I thought. But I really enjoyed writing this ask, I hope its what you asked for. Readers house is not specified so people can think of their own houses.Word count: 1,474
It was late and Y/N was walking around the abandoned halls and corridors of Hogwarts. It was a full moon, the moon light collided with the old stone making it shimmer under Y/Ns feet, he couldn’t help but look at the floor and twirl watching the sparkles disappear under his shadow then reappear just like stars when a cloud passes by.
Hushed whispers stopped Y/N in his tracks. No one should be up, hell he wasn’t supposed to be up but the stress of N.E.W.Ts kept him tossing and turning and he could feel his roommates patience’s quickly grinding down, so he went on a walk. As Y/N tipped toed closer the hushed whispers became panicked. “Blaise, I can’t help it. I’m in love with him but I’m bad for him.” said a distressed voice. Y/N wanted to leave, why should he care about a younger years love crisis?
But his feet refused to cooperate, and he stayed. He peeped his head around the pillar just to get a quick look at the boy who was having an identity crisis and his draw dropped to the floor, the boy having a private crisis was none other than Draco Malfoy. Y/Ns ears began to heat up and turn red and his cloak felt far too restricting, he just listened on in a very private conversation between two of the most privileged Slytherins at Hogwarts. It didn’t matter that Y/N was a seventh year, Blaise would happily kill a witness, Y/N was beginning to think facing the wrath of his tired roommates would have a better outcome then this.
“He’ll never notice me. Y/N is too kind, too gentle to return my feelings.” Plot twist, Y/N thought.
“Maybe ask him to help tutor you?’”
“I can’t do that, he has his N.E.W.Ts to revise for. He’s always in the library studying, I sent a house-elf to give him a muffin and hot chocolate when he was close to ripping his hair out once.”
“Wow. You really like him huh?”
Y/N took the silence as Draco nodding. His heart beat loudly in his chest, his blush creeping down to his neck.
“So,” Blaise started again, cracking his knuckles. The loud noise piercing the silent night, making Y/N cringe, “Why don’t you tell him how you feel?”
“Because, it will hurt him.” Draco said, voice laced with sadness. Y/N frowned, he would never expect a Malfoy to actually like someone let alone him of all people, Y/N was a bit of an introvert outside his friend group, preferring to wonder around with his head in the clouds. So, to say Malfoy noticed him is shocking ordeal.
“How will it hurt him?” Blaise pressed on.
“The Dark Lord will remove anything that will distract me from killing Dumbledore.” Okay, Y/N was not expecting that, evident by the gasp he let out. Before he could run, he was blinded by a light and a growl, “What are you doing out of bed?” Once Y/Ns eyes adjected to the violating light he lifted his head and sheepishly shrugged, “Getting water?” Y/N cursed his awkward lying skills. “Blaise who is- Y/N?” Draco’s eyes widened as Y/N looked to the floor guilt flooding his system. Y/N opened his mouth, but Draco beat him to it, “Blaise leave us.”
“But-”
“Leave!” Blaise lowered his wand and Y/N bowed his head in thanks, turning his head to cautiously look at Draco who was already looking at him tears in his eyes. Once Blaise had left Draco dropped his head and scratched the back of his neck, “please let me explain.” his voice cracked. Y/N nodded and took the smaller boys’ hand in his own before pulling him to the secret stairs he was sat on moments ago.
The stone felt cold beneath him, but Draco’s surprisingly warm hand kept him from complaining. The blond boy refused to look up from where his shoes met the ground so Y/N put his index finger under the boys’ chin and tilted his face up so he could look him in the eye. “As the guy you’re hopelessly in love with,” Y/N said dramatically causing Draco to smile slightly, Y/N carried on. “I feel as though it’s my duty to help you.” Draco gave a sad smile and moved his head, so he was looking at the ground once more. “You’re not my boyfriend, you don’t need to help me.” Y/N felt his heart leap, he smirked before cupping Draco’s cheek and lifting his head again. “I’m not your boyfriend yet” Y/N smirked in triumph, Draco’s usually pale cheeks adorned a pink hinge to them. Y/N leaned in a bit closer, testing the waters, when he knew Draco wouldn’t push him away and hex him, he placed a soft, delicate kiss onto the other boys’ lips. Y/N slowly pulled back but a hand on the back of the neck stopped him. Draco, with his eyes still closed, gently pressed his forehead against Y/Ns his face was completely relaxed, and Y/N felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him.
Y/N grabbed Draco’s hands, his face hard and serious. “I’ll do whatever I can to look after you until I graduate okay?” Draco chuckled dryly and shook his head, his hair swaying softly from side to side, Y/N had a strong urge to run his hand through his hair. Draco sighed, “you know there’s a war coming, people are beginning to go missing I don’t want you added to that list.”
“Unfortunately, there are casualties in war.”
“Yes, I know that but he’ll either kill you or make me do it and I don’t want that!” Draco groaned in frustration, putting his head in his hands and groaning once more. Y/Ns eyebrows knitted together, pulling his lip between his teeth in deep thought until he gasped and shoved Draco slightly who lifted his head and glared at the clearly excited seventh year. “Well go on, what got you excited?” Draco rolled his eyes, sitting up straight so he could look at the older boy. Y/N clapped his hands together, “Why don’t you come live with me during summer? They won’t be able to find you. I live up North, it’s far from kings cross we’ll fly.” Draco stared at him, Y/n couldn’t tell if it was from disgust or if the Slytherin boy was actually thinking about it. Draco shook his head once more. “They’ll find me.” this time it was Y/N who sighed.
“And how could they possible do that? Accio doesn’t work on people.” Y/N laughed but stopped once he saw that Draco was playing with the sleeve of his left arm. Draco looked at Y/N once more, tears collecting in his eyes “Please don’t run away.” he whispered, a tear spilling over his cheek. Y/N tore his eyes away from Draco’s face and grabbed his arm before pulled his sleeve up; a dark mark. His mark
Oh. “oh.” Was all Y/N could manage.
“I’m sorry” Draco whispered more tears flowing down his cheek. Y/n collected the smaller boy into his side, Draco instantly tucked his head under Y/Ns chin. Y/N could feel his bed shirt getting damp from Draco’s tears but decided to rock and hush him instead of making an awkward joke. His brain didn’t listen though. “Hey maybe we could cut the arm off. Call it a freak accident. Maybe Madam Pomfrey could regrow it like she did with Harrys bones? Then you won’t have the mark.” Y/N laughed at the idea but stopped when Draco sat up again, cheeks puffy but with no sign of humour written on his face. Y/Ns smile dropped, before he could apologise Draco pushed the older boys’ chest and threw his head back and laughed. “That is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. Even Weasley could come up with something better than that.” Once Y/N recovered from the whiplash Draco gave him he sat up again and shrugged, “Was just an idea.” he muttered. Draco looked back, his eyes softening. He rested his head against Y/Ns shoulder, “thank you. For not leaving and listening. Maybe I could tell my father that I’m spending the summer with a friend. I don’t want to be like them.” the last part came out as a whisper, but Y/N heard, and it broke his heart. He wrapped his arm around Draco’s shoulder, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head before resting his head on top of his soft blond locks. “You are nothing like them Draco. You’ve always been good, you just needed someone to lean on to see that.”
“Thank you.” Draco whispered again. Both boys looked up at the moon and relished in each other silent company. There was a war coming, everyone could feel it but with Y/N by his side Draco felt a little bit braver.
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what's going on with STAYs?
the hyunjin (and woojin) situation - a (very long) rant
DISCLAIMER : This post was not meant to slander Hwang Hyunjin or Stray Kids, it is intended to educate others on their problematic behaviour.
I'm gonna start at the beginning of all this. So unless you a.) live under a rock or b.) unlike the rest of us you have a life, then you have possibly heard of the idol bullying scandals.
If you dont know what that is, I'll give a brief summary. A bunch of idols were being accused by former middle school or high school classmates of bullying. It started with Soojin of (G)I-dle and then the whole thing started rippling. Aisha of Everglow, Kihyun of MonstaX, Mingyu of SEVENTEEN, and many more. It's even gone as far as SA allegations. Basically everyone and their mothers were being dragged into the mess.
However some of these accusation were later to be proven as false. Others have been somewhat half-true. The point is the majority of these idols end up going on a hiatus and stopped contributing in their groups activities for a while. It was a very frustrating situation.
There's been apologies, addresses, fights occurring left and right.
While these idols were being accused, everybody was like "let's wait for the official statement from the comany and see what is up, and then we make our decision from there. So for now lets stay our best to be neutral". That was the norm for a majority of fandoms.
And then there were STAYs.
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I think we've learned in the last five months that STAYs are anything but a normal fandom. After what has happened and the way they chose to behave entirely was embarassing. I feel like toxic STAYs really ruined the name of this fandom when the Woojin situation happened. But after Hyunjin was accused of bullying, they pretty much just shredded any redeeming qualities that fandom had left—all of it—everything went down the drain.
Soon enough I feel like people are going to be embarassed to become a STAY or to mention that they're a STAY, because those motherfuckers really screwed this up
If some of you're really confused right now, as to why I called STAYs toxic. It's because the base of this fandom is pretty privilege.
Ok, let's start with the definition. What is pretty privilege? Pretty privilege is the principle that people who are deemed more attractive (based on societal beauty standards) have an upper hand in the world and are afforded many opportunities that us regular folks don't have.
Like most other biases, pretty privilege is something we're all aware of—whether we have experienced it first-hand or not. Yet, it's not often that we are willing to admit or even talk about it, especially if we're on the receiving end of its benefits.
This bias, also known as lookism, is defined as “Prejudice or discrimination on the grounds of a person's appearance” and occurs in a variety of settings such as social environments, workplaces and especially in this godforsaken fandom.
Let me explain; everything that they do for the boys is simply based on looks. And how do i know that? Because when the baseless accusations that targeted woojin came out one of the things that i kept hearing over and over again was that they always thought he was 'ugly'. And that to me is very intersting because this fandom found him ugly but they didn't say anything, because he was in the same group as their faves. So they kept their mouths shut, and they acted as if they loved him they told him all the sappy bullshit. When he left they decided to pull an "Okay let's tell him how much we miss him, then dump it, and leave it there."
Consequently by cause of his so called 'wrongdoings' you're now telling people "Oh I found him ugly all along, but now I can finally admit it" which is an incredibly pathetic move. They were throwing shit everywhere based off unsubstantiated allegations. Through this I realised that everything goes down to looks. Because when this exact same thing happened to Hyunjin and his accusations, which at the time we did not know the legitimacy of it, the first thing they chose to tweet was"uhmm hyunjin is too cute to be a bully," say what now?
You wanted to tell me you decide whether someone is capable of bullying based on their looks, how is that supposed work. Not everybody's heart is as beautiful as their face, I'm just saying. Like why on earth would you think that Hyunjin isn't a bully based on the fact that he's handsome but you believe the accusation about Woojin based off the fact that he is quote 'ugly'. You see the parallel difference between their behaviour towards them and that's because all they care about is looks and they will do just about anything to garner the attention of these boys.
Yes, you're right, the reason behind their doings is because they know pefectly well that Stray Kids read their comment. Their defending them because they are desperately wanting their faves to pay attention to them. And they think by letting Hyunjin get away with everything, he would thank them for it.
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Exhibit B; When the posts against Woojin came out the very first thing they told us was that, you have to believe the victim no matter what. It got to the point where even when we tried to reason with them about how there was no solid evidence, all they said was how they would rather believe a possible liar then a possible r4pist. ikr, oh. my. gosh. However when it's Hyunjin's turn to get blamed, believing the victim doesn't matter anymore. The actuality that people were already putting a judgement on the victim, and refusing to hear them out is just shocking to me.
The energy was completely different, for some crazy reason it didn't matter when it came to Hyunjin. When it came to Woojin we had to believe the victim because it's so damn important, and it got to the point that people were saying they believed Stray Kids that he 'bullied' them. Although Stray Kids didn't say anything, they never said a peep, a word, nothing. Everyone kept saying I believe Felix saying #8, i believe Chan and his vlive, are you for real? First of all what is Felix supposed to say then?? The group has 8 members not nine, is he supposed to put #9 in? #13? #24?? And with Chan he has already clarified that his statement on vlive that time wasn't about Woojin.
Then they were diagnosing them them of depression they were victimizing the poor boys of something they were not a victim of.
So not are they speaking for them, they're telling us that you believe them off what you've stuff in their mouths, not things they said themsleves. On the other hand when Hyunjin was accused of bullying no we don't believe them we believe Hyunjin. What? Do you know him personally or what? You dont! I don't know what's the matter with you people. This fandom is just a no. You guys are left with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Then you know what it gets even worse because if you think this is bad. It's not even half of it.
How does it get worse? They were people saying that "It's bullying, its normal everybody does it," I don't know what universe you live in, but where I live down here, on earth bullying isn't something that everybody comes around and do. It's not a phase in life. "From ages 15-20 you're a bully" That doesn't happen it's not a chapter in life that everyone goes through like puberty, that's not what happens with bullying. You dont just wake up and go through a phase in you life that is inevitable, that you have to be a bully and a jerk to everybody, that's not a thing. You can't just sit here and justify bullying.
Because how are you supposed to sit here and say that bullying is normal and that everybody does but when Woojin does it... You see where I'm going with this right? They said it wasn't okay for Woojin to bully Stray Kids and that he is a horrible person "how could he?" But then you bend over and said "Bullying is okay because Hyunjin is the one doing it" When he is on the receiving end it wasn't okay, though when he was the one administering it was completely fine and forgivable.
Do you not see how problematic you're being right now? You're justifying bullying because you think he's pretty? Are you playing with me? I read his statement and he apologized for his immature and insensitive demeanor, even he wasn't justifying it. the reason behind me mentioning this is because even JYP themselves specified that they would do a better job at picking trainees. That alone says something. They forthrightly threw him under the bus. Why would they do something like that? Because the allegations were true.
Here's the thing, Hyunjin has not admitted to bullying anybody, what he has admitted to was being immature and hurting people with the way he spoke. That statement felt like he was beating around the bush about a lot of things. It's like "ok i hurt someone, I can't justify it, therefore I'm sorry" Okay but did u bully anybody? yes or no? That wasn't clarified. You guys can decide for your selves, but this was Hyunjin's and his former teacher's statement.
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The message I'm trying to get accross from all this is that Stray Kids have way more power over you than you realized, and that is definitely not okay. To the point where you are throwing your morals away, just to defend them. You know what? no idol should have influence over you like that. I don't care how good looking, how hot, how sweet, how talented they are. I don't care if they grew up with a single mother and a story so sad it will make Simon Cowell cry. I don't care how many time they have supported the lgbtq+ community. I don't give a damn about how adorable they act on camera with their members. You can not validate immoral actions whatsoever. And no, you absolutely can not sit here being a desperate, self-absorbed, pick-me, dusty girl for a man who doesn't even know you.
Exhibit C; Before we end this I want to clarify something. STAYs did not became toxic because of the Woojin fiasco, this fandom always was toxic, and the Woojin situation simply revealed that. The facts are that they were always toxic, they were always messed up, they were always fake. The wreckage with Woojin showed us their true colors. That is the reality, my friends.
As of now this fandom is directly taking the crown for trashiest fandom alive in kpop. At this degree I honestly don't know what else to say. I have no respect left for them. I do though want to say that I am genuinely sorry to all the kind STAYs, I'm sorry that you have to deal with this. Because in the near future I don't see this issue going away. Since Stray Kids is becoming more and more popular and it's never going to stop they're going to keep getting bigger and bigger, the story will just become more aparent. Thank you for listening to my long rant. And at the end of the day all I can say to STAYs is good luck, cause you'll need it.
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Sources:
https://www.myimperfectlife.com/features/pretty-privilege
https://www.koreaboo.com/series/stray-kids-hyunjin-bullying-allegation/
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Dollmaker: Sano Kojima
Hello there! I got a request to talk a little bit more about Sano and Akira from the unfinished Dollmaker game build by Runawayoutlaw. This build was only released on Patreon. I only touched on them briefly before, so this time I figure I’ll just dedicate a post to each.
I’ll do my best to provide an accurate depiction of how Sano was presented in the game and then go into some speculations.
[Full spoilers ahead for Dollmaker]
Before I start, just a friendly reminder that this game is unfinished for the most part. There’s a few segments and paths I would say are “complete,” but it’s quite obvious that much more was meant to be added. If this game were to ever be revisited, it’s likely the setting and characters would all have to be revamped to fit into the Rockland universe. As it stands, it’s best to say this game is both independent from the BTD universe as well as the Rockland universe.
Another thing I should note, is that sadly it doesn’t appear that Sano’s paths are all in the game. There’s literally only two endings you get for him (plus a secret ending), and they’re both death. Or at least…one is death, the other is just stated as a “Bad End” but doesn’t specify if or how you’ve died.
At one point, you got to go into Sano’s room and have a look around, but couldn’t progress beyond that. Not even to leave the room. It’s either a bug or the paths weren’t put in following that point. Other parts would kind of put you into a “loop” of sorts before you either died or ended up in Akira’s clutches (we’ll get to him in his own post, don’t you worry). With that said, I’ll do my best to try to paint an accurate image of Dollmaker Sano.
In Game
The game introduces a setting with the MC studying as a medical student with a particular focus in demons (though they’ve yet had the chance to actually practice their skills on any demons it seems). Apparently, an “interspecies act” has been implemented fairly recently. It’s common knowledge in this world about the existence of demons and there is active cohabitation. There’s a lecture/presentation occurring that day emphasizing this. One of the speakers is none other than Sano Kojima. He’s not only a surgeon in this, but also apparently an ambassador for the interspecies movement.
MC catches his eye and you have a little chat with him afterwards, leading to Sano inviting you to come have an in-depth discussion with him sometime about their line of work. The MC can choose to either go with him then or say they’ll think about it. Either way it doesn’t matter because the friendly professional sticks you with a needle when your back is turned. When the MC wakes up, Sano makes it clear right from the start what his objective is: to turn the MC into a living doll.
What’s there to say about Sano? If someone has ever played the original Boyfriend to Death game where Sano was first introduced, I can tell you he’s very similar in a lot of ways. He’s a very calm individual who prefers an MC who is more cooperative. He’ll kill the MC if they start thrashing about in an attempt to escape. If you keep struggling, he has no qualms putting you down. One thing different is the way he does that is by biting your neck, likely injecting fatal poison.
Ah yes! Like in BTD, Sano is still a naga in this game. Or at least, half naga. He does say he’s a child of interspecies relations. You don’t get to see his naga form here though. The bite is as far as we get. I can’t recall if he ever bit you in BTD, so I can’t say if his willingness to use his fangs is something new. One thing in Dollmaker he mentions is that he doesn’t feel brave enough to show people his naga form. He has a painting in his room of a female naga he admired/respected. It’s possible he’s a little self-conscious about his naga side, but not completely. Sano can also use magic in Dollmaker as well, usually associated with fire it seems. Whether this is associated directly with his naga side or the result of outside training, I’m not sure. We don’t witness him using a lot of magic here other than the initial binding spell that not only guarantees the MC can’t kill Sano (or else they die too), but they also can’t leave the house. The MC can travel anywhere WITHIN the house though.
Speaking of which, Sano I’d say is a little more courteous this time around. In the previous game, he was literally using the MC as a guinea pig for cruel experiments to satisfy his intellectual curiosity with medicine. He even showed a few signs of sadism there (though as much as some of the other characters). This time around, such experimentation is extremely toned down. After all, his goal is to make you “his,” by turning you into a living doll. For those curious, there’s no good hints as to whether his desire to turn you into a doll is to satisfy romantic or sexual needs, or because he quite literally wants a doll/toy. We don’t really get that far down the line to learn where this desire to turn someone into a doll stems from. He’s done some practice though, specifying there’s a difference between turning a demon into a doll, and turning a human into one. Apparently though, he says not everyone can be turned into a doll.
We do know he lives with at least one successful transformation of his: Annabelle. Annabelle for the most part seems perfectly content with her doll appendages, and I believe even feels she’s superior to the MC because of them. Both Sano and her seem to view it as a form of perfection reached. Annabelle would likely be the key here as to what kind of relationship Sano has with his “dolls.” Annabelle does feel offended and perhaps jealous by the MC’s presence. It’s possible Sano treated Annabelle well and now she feels as if she’s being replaced.
Sano still has his signature centipedes in this game as well, though just as a small discussion point this time. They don’t crawl into the MC’s brain this time around, but if you smash them you get a “Bad End.” This ending I couldn’t tell how you died, but there’s a good chance Sano wasn’t happy with you. Does Sano do any experimentation with the MC? Very minimal. He injects you with something that makes the character sick, though I think the purpose of this is for Sano to observe your reactions and see if your body is suitable for the change into a living doll. There’s no real extreme sadism I’d say from Sano in Dollmaker, other than an occasional devious smirk here and there. It’s far less apparent though than it was in BTD. Like I said, you get free reign of the house in this game, and as long as you’re not trying to escape, Sano’s pretty polite to you and makes normal small talk. He’s not trying to outright scare you and he still places his medical duties as priority when he’s called out for work.
We don’t get to see a lot of direct interactions between Sano and Akira here, but they seem to be on good terms as brothers. However, I should note that Sano will surprisingly relinquish his claims to the MC if Akira starts to show interest in them. I think this is more so because Sano is aware of Akira’s more clingy and violent tendencies, rather than being a good brother who doesn’t want to get in the way of Akira’s romance. There’s a part where Akira is being rough with the MC and Sano goes to knock on the door. Akira makes the MC tell Sano that “they’re Akira’s now” and Sano just stutters “Okay” and walks away. It’s interesting because in BTD, Akira could like the MC but wouldn’t go against Sano to let them out. Sano was the one in charge. In Dollmaker though? If Akira wants something, Sano will quickly step out of the way to avoid escalating things. For the record, that’s likely not a bad idea.
Last little fun piece of trivia I believe I stumbled upon as a little secret. At night you can go in one of the rooms and actually catch Cain Zeitgeist pleasuring Sano. There was no CG or sprites popping up for this scene though, which I seriously wanted here, haha. Apparently Sano and Cain do have a close relationship in Dollmaker, but you don’t learn too much about it. It definitely sounds like Cain takes the lead though here. Oh, but despite this treat for the viewer, it doesn’t end well for the MC. Cain catches you spying on them and calls you by your name even. So he knows you already, either because Sano said something, or it’s possible Cain spies on Sano. I actually wouldn’t be surprised if Cain popped over because he was a little jealous of Sano finding a new plaything (just based on the dialogue). That’s still speculation though. But Cain doesn’t really take kindly to your peeping, so he promptly kills you. That’s how you get the “Don’t Interrupt” ending.
Free Talk
Whether it was bugs preventing me from progressing more or certain dialogue paths hadn’t been put into the game yet, it’s obvious the unfinished build of Dollmaker doesn’t let you see the full story of your relationship with Sano. I’m positive there was going to be at least one ending where he successfully turns you into a doll, but we’ll never know what other kinds of endings we could have gotten. Is it possible for him to let you go? Can you become lovers? Will he only love you if you become his doll, or can you remain human? Does he try to slowly warm you up to the idea of becoming a doll? Or does he attempt to force you to go through with the transformation regardless of if the MC is close to Sano or not?
Other things to consider are what IS the nature of his relationship with Annabelle? Is the MC here to replace her and does Sano no longer have feelings for Annabelle? Did he ever have special feelings for her before? It’s certainly a curious thing when you have a person already so devoted to you that they’d give up their human arms and legs forever. Why does Sano feel like he needs another doll? Is the doll obsession part of some deeper insecurity of his? Is he truly a cold person that gets tired of his “things” eventually and needs to replace them later? Was he expecting Annabelle and the MC to cohabit the house peacefully?
There were other things we didn’t get to see, like more of Sano’s interactions with other characters like Akira or Cain. There was even a random npc named Mio I think? She just pops up randomly for a few seconds and we don’t get to see much else of her, but Sano knew her. Although it is possible based on what I saw that Sano tends to be a pretty busy character that naturally wouldn’t interact as much with the other residents and visitors. He also tended to just let others do as they please. Even the MC to an extent. That kind of makes it more interesting how a semi-aloof (he’s not unfriendly here) character like Sano has this need to take demons or humans and turn them into something of his own. It’s possible he doesn’t feel like he connects with the rest of humanity on a normal level. That seems to be a fair statement. But he still has a desire for some form of companionship. His IDEAL being though (aka, living doll) is definitely not the status quo though.
I’m so sorry there isn’t much more I can give than this, but I think I did the best with what we had. I don’t think this exact version of Sano will ever pop up again in the Rockland universe. As I’ve said before, the way the Rockland universe is being set up I believe already contradicts some elements set up in Dollmaker. Who knows what will become of Sano in the future. I think if the character is ever revisited for a third time, there’s still going to be some core similarities with his personality. He always seems to be in the medical profession and tends to be a calmer, more serious character. His backstory I’m sure would get revamped once again. But who knows, maybe he’ll once again have his doll obsession. Only time will tell.
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Listen to Me | Tommy Shelby x reader
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✏️ Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader
✏️ Requested by Anonymous: I love that you're doing the Peaky Blinders boys now! I'd very much enjoy some possible fluff and/or smut with an over-protective Tommy?? Or anyone else?? I'm a sucker for a protective boi haha! Love your blog!! 💞
✏️ A/N: thank you sooo much for this request (and the compliment, I’m sobbing)! It made me so excited I was literally trembling and unable to write for a while haha hopefully you’ll enjoy this! It’s not smut yet, but it could be one day. Also, if you want to be added to my brand-new Peaky Blinders tag list, hit me up! Meanwhile, I’m just tagging peeps that could be interested. Also, many thanks to my MB @sweetvengeancee for being my new beta, apparently haha ily 💞
✏️ Warnings: implied illegal activities I guess ? + pre smut, and yet not NSFW ? so at the discretion of the reader
✏️ Word-count: 2,650
PART ONE: LISTEN TO ME | >> part two: kiss me >>
The Garrison was packed, buzzing with life as men, both drunk and sober, chatted and joked the night away.
It was the ordered chaos Thomas Shelby enjoyed, a nice distraction from the upcoming race he was planning on fixing and from that nagging thought that followed him from a distance any time his plan popped up unsolicited in his mind. He was a good horse, Monaghan Boy – black and strong and magnificent, a born winner. But if Tommy wanted to go far, if he wanted to take Kimber’s place, he had to play all his cards and he had to play them right.
Y/N was the only one who knew – she had torn the truth out of him with that sinful mouth of hers, a few days before, in that very private room he had just got out of. She had always had her own way of doing things, ever since John had brought her home one day after school, and it had been her bluntness and utter lack of fear – probably her madness, too – that had never managed to tear her away from her Shelby friends first and the Peaky Blinders later, when they had all outgrown their childhood.
It was exactly her he didn’t expect to see that night at the bar. He had told her many a time he didn’t want her at the Garrison, didn’t want her around the men he so frequently had to deal with – he knew how they were, the things they did and how, exactly, they did them.
And yet, there she was, sitting at a table opposite Polly and with Finn cuddled up in her lap. They were laughing at something his youngest brother was saying, probably one of the crazy stories he made up with his friends, both women sipping on freshly-poured booze.
“For fuck’s sake.” The words punched their way out of his mouth without him being able to stop them as he leaned against the counter. The more he told her what to do, the more she did the opposite. Whether it was her wicked way to wrap him even tighter around her pinkie finger or something she did out of habit, Tommy truly didn’t know.
What he did know, though, was that he didn’t want her here. And as he gestured for the bartender to come, all he wished for, was for her to fucking listen for once.
Harry, ever zealous as he was, was in front of him in a second, a bottle of Irish whiskey raised in mid-air as the silent question lingered in the space between them. It was an almost automatic choice by now, but when the Blinders were involved, he’d rather not make a mistake.
Tommy gave a curt nod of his head as his left hand came up to massage his forehead. It had been a longer day than usual and while he did his best not to pay them too much attention, the worries that floated around Sunday’s race and his plan for success bubbled up in his mind like the bubbles in a glass of champagne.
“Leave the bottle,” he groaned the second before downing the contents of his glass. He was going to need all the whiskey he could get his hands on if he wanted to keep sane. “When did they arrive?”
Even without saying the names, the bartender knew who the question was about. Polly Shelby had put him back to his place when she had marched into his bar with her kid nephew and Y/N by her side and had demanded he gave her and her guests a table. It hadn’t sounded like such a bad idea when he had cleaned a table for those women, and even less when they had ordered their drinks, but as he met Tommy’s gaze now, he found himself wishing he hadn’t given in to their request.
“Don’t know,” he tried to shrug it off. “Must be twenty minutes at most.” It had been double that time, almost as long as the private Shelby meeting in the back room had lasted. There was nothing else he could do, though, as the very Polly Shelby that turned his bones into a quivering mess sent him a glare that could have been translated as behave! at best and I’m going to fucking kill you at worst.
“Fuck.”
Tommy poured himself some more whiskey. He turned around for a moment, met Y/N’s playful gaze as she looked up at him from above Finn’s ruffled hair and wondered, why her. It probably hadn’t been a conscious choice – she hadn’t been a conscious choice.
She had just been there, at the station, when he and his brothers had come back battered and broken from France. She had been there before that, too, and he knew she was still going to be in his family’s life years from now.
She had also been there when the idea of laying eyes on a woman repulsed him, his mind still struggling in the mud of the recently-won war. A friend of John ever since their school days, Tommy had ended up growing attached to her more than he cared to admit. When opium was the only remedy to the gurgling void he carried inside, she was there, her hand on his, shooing the bombings away. He had ended up taking more than she had initially offered and she had ended up taking all he had to give – skin, wounds, Romani words whispered in the semi-darkness of his room as the ricocheting echoes of the nightmares he had found himself living in for four years tumbled down those four walls that always seemed to close in on him, turning everything into a never-ending tunnel.
“Fuck,” he groaned again, unable to help himself.
Her stubbornness had been one of the things that had helped his business stand on its feet while he, Arthur and John had been away, he was sure of that, but now he needed her alive. Needed her safe. Safe from what he knew his life could cause her.
“Have you seen who’s come?” John sounded both happy and tired as he called him from behind before moving to stand by his side. He took a glance at the bottle of whiskey on the counter before pouring himself some into his brother’s tumbler.
Tommy’s answer was a groan.
“Polly will go bonkers when she finds out we had a meeting without her.”
“Oh, she already knows,” Tommy sighed, daring another glance behind his shoulder. “That’s why she’s here. And that’s why she’s brought Y/N.”
“To cause a bigger scene?” John joked, but his chuckle faded into silence when he met nothing but steel in his brother’s eyes.
“You come with me now,” the oldest said, taking a swig from the bottle and relishing in the burning that scratched down his throat. “And you take both Finn and Poll home. Make sure Finn’s in bed before you update her.”
“She won’t listen, you know that, don’t you?” John smirked, turning to glance at his childhood friend. There was no need to specify it was her he was talking about because he was more than sure that his brother knew. “She never does. That’s why I like her: she just doesn’t give a fuck about who we are.” And with a chuckle, he shook his head.
*
“There was no need to send Finn back home, it’s still early,” Y/N half-heartedly complained when Tommy pushed her into the tranquillity of the Shelbys’ private back room. “He just wanted to hang out around his brothers. You know he admires you.”
He didn’t turn to look at her: he simply walked past her and, unhurried, closed the small window that gave on the counter of the bar, providing them with much-needed privacy in a place like the Garrison. He didn’t need to see those loose hair that had escaped her hairdo and that he found stupidly… cute. Nor did he need to put two and two together and focus on the fact that she was wearing the dress he – he – had given her on her birthday.
Instead, he focused on the table in front of him: he walked up to it, put the bottle of whiskey he had left the counter with down on it and moved the glass ashtray closer to where he was going to sit. “It’s not Finn’s presence that bothers me,” he said eventually.
“Polly’s always-”
“What do I always tell you? This place-”
“If you’re implying that it’s my presence here that bothers you, Tommy Shelby, you can stick it up your-”
“Those are strong words for a lady.” He stared at her as he fixed a cigarette between his lips, lit it and took a first drag. He was trying to keep the ice in his eyes, but it never lasted, not with her. Not when she was the light next to him in the tunnel, not when she was the burning day that dug the French darkness away.
She shrugged, taking a step forward to rest her hands on the seatback of one of the chairs. Freshly manicured nails, painted red, for once – a clear sign that she had spent the day with his sister Ada. “Foolish of you to think, after all the years we’ve known each other, that I am a lady.”
Tommy smirked. “You like to pretend you are one, though.”
For a moment, her only answer was a chuckle as she bent forward to steal the cigarette from his lips. He watched as she took a drag, mere centimetres from his face, her twinkling eyes set on his, before she exhaled the smoke when she moved ever closer and her cheek brushed against his.
She was warm against him, with that perfume of jasmines wrapping her like a bridal veil. “Only with you, Mr. Shelby.”
She straightened her back, then, stood as tall and proud as only she could be in that blue dress of hers. Before he could stop her, she put out the unfinished cigarette in the ashtray.
He sat back, unbothered, and lit himself another cigarette and in the process, he never took his eyes off of her. He looked at her, he truly did, maybe for the first time that night.
She was a dream. A dream and a nightmare all in one, for she was stubborn and headstrong and probably had more balls than many of the men at his service. She never cowered – not under his gaze, not under Arthur’s, and even less under John’s. His men didn’t scare her, his business didn’t scare her, the dark corners of Small Heath didn’t scare her. That was probably the reason why he had taken it upon himself to protect her – from bullets, from secrets, from any bad dream-inducing aspect of his life.
Not that she needed it, but a man could still dream.
“How many times have I told you not to come here at night?” he asked her, puffing out smoke in her direction, twirling the cigarette between his fingers.
The right corner of her lips rose up into a half-smirk as she exhaled from the nose, loudly, trying to keep in the chuckle. “I don’t know,” she answered, drawing her shoulders back a little. “I seldom listen when you talk.”
Tommy resisted the impulse of pinching the bridge of his nose, but not the one that pushed him to close his eyes for a couple of seconds before grunting. “Do you at least know why I ask you the things I do?”
“Tommy Shelby never wants me to have fun, officer!” she drawled out, reminding him more of John than of the serious young woman she knew how to be.
“Stop being foolish and come here.”
She grabbed onto his outstretched hand and let him gently pull her forward until she was standing next to him. A more demanding tug on her arm forced her between his legs before he hoisted her up on the table. “Stop being so serious, Tommy.” She rested her hands on his, still on her hips, and dragged a foot along his thigh. “What’s the answer to that question?”
God, the things he couldn’t tell her!
“The men could get the wrong idea.” It was true, it was a possibility, one very near and always looming over any nice lady that walked through the doors of the Garrison.
She nodded. “I’m not scared of these men.”
“You should be.”
He couldn’t tell her he was doing anything in his power to protect her because she wouldn’t listen and in her haste to prove him wrong, he was sure she would end up proving him right.
“Half of them is too drunk to piss outside their pants and the other half of them is not drunk enough to fight a Shelby. And the ones that don’t know who you are, who this place,” and she gestured vaguely at the walls of the room, “belongs to, don’t scare me because I always have a knife in my boot.”
He wasn’t shocked to hear that revelation. And if he had to be honest, finding out that she walked around unarmed would have left him speechless.
“I still need you to listen to me when I talk to you.” He was slowly pushing the gown of her dress up her legs, exposing the silk of her tights. Hands rough and calloused against her clothed skin, he felt her boot until he found her knife. And smirked.
Tommy Shelby rarely smiled but his smirks were still enough to make Y/N’s heart stop beating for a second before starting to race like a racehorse.
“I’m listening now,” she breathed as he stood between her legs, his hands coming up her shins and pushing the dress over her knees.
“I want you to do the things I tell you to,” he continued.
“I take no orders.”
He leant forward, his lips as light as the touch of a feather against the base of her neck. “If I tell you not to come to the Garrison alone at night, you don’t come.”
“I wasn’t alone.” She was panting, her hands now supporting her weight on the table as he made her lean backwards a little. “I was with Polly. And Finn.”
He didn’t say anything, he let his touches speak for him. His lips kissed up the side of her neck, the tip of his tongue coming out to swipe along her skin every now and then as his hands moved from her knees to her inner thighs and inched closer to her core.
“Tommy…”
“If I say, listen to me, you do,” he whispered in her ear, lips brushing against the lobe before moving to kiss just below it. Her breath shivered against the skin of his cheek as she tilted her head back slightly. “If I want to keep you safe, you better let me.”
“You worry too much.” Her voice was a breath against his lips when he cradled her face in his hands. Lips brushing against lips, she could barely keep her gaze focused on his.
“And you worry too little.”
He kissed her, then. Slow and tender at first, almost innocently, before he let his tongue swipe along her lower lip, tasting the wax of her lipstick, and the kiss deepened. She tasted like whiskey and there was a hint of cigarette from when she had taken a drag from his.
“I’ll make sure you listen this time,” he murmured against the skin of her neck as his hands slid down her sides and back between her legs, fingertips gently tracing a line on her covered core.
“I won’t.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he chuckled, pushing the table back and kneeling down in front of her.
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