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under my skin - khj x jwy 18+

pairing; jung wooyoung x kim hongjoong genre; pwp, smut, 18+ wc; 7.2k summary; wooyoung should never have admitted that he liked hongjoong bossing him around, and he most definitely shouldn't have done it so publicly. aka hongjoong knows how to get under his skin and god damn if he doesn't do it fucking well. warnings; explicit smut, fingering, oral sex: m, dirty talk, praise, a lil bit of degradation and humiliation if you squint a/n; hi 😳 so uh this was an impulse writing moment whoopsie but also yeah this is my first mxm work as well as my first mxm smut so yeehaw im going all out on the first one huh :’D as always feedback is appreciated esp since this is something new to me and idek if it did it well 😳

On the list of things Wooyoung knows he definitely should not have done, openly admitting that he is both attracted to Hongjoong and enjoys it when the leader bosses him around on a Christmas live of all things is at the very top.

“He was just sitting on the couch, and I was about to go back to my room then he goes ‘Hey Wooyoung, get my meal ready’. I thought ‘this is the first time someone has treated me like this’. It was — it was attractive.”

Seonghwa’s eyes had flashed with panic the moment the words left Wooyoung’s mouth, clearly picking up on exactly what he meant behind those words. He managed to bite out a strained and awkward laugh that grated against Wooyoung’s ears for far too long. Then, if he hadn’t done enough damage, not even two minutes later was he opening his mouth to spew some further nonsense after staring holes into the side of Hongjoong’s head.

“In that instance, I was attracted to Hongjoong when he treated me badly.”

Except it was not merely that instance. It was – is – far more than that, and the coy smirk that had stretched over Hongjoong’s lips spilled the truth. That Hongjoong knew his power over Wooyoung well before he even admitted it.

That instance had indeed started it all, but Wooyoung does not know how he had spiraled with such haste and intensity. Sometimes, it isn’t even his fault. His body just reacts to something his hyung has said, and he has to force ugly thoughts to the front of his mind or grab the thing closest to him to conceal the raging boner he’s left with. Wooyoung distinctly remembers the first time it became a serious issue though.

It was during a dance practice, another one of those awfully late nights that had everyone on edge, and Wooyoung was already dizzy with exertion before Hongjoong even opened his mouth. Then Yunho and Mingi decided to start fucking around with the choreography and making funny faces at each other in the mirror. Wooyoung knew he was in for it the moment he saw Hongjoong’s normally soft and gentle features flash with a barely contained rage. Then Hongjoong reeled on the pair, eyes flashing a bit of anger as he told both boys off, before shifting back to face Wooyoung now. The younger had choked on his saliva just from the intense eye contact.

“Go reset the music, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung’s cheeks burn with shame to think back on it now because he had most definitely squeaked out the most pathetic “yes sir” known to all mankind and scampered over to the computer to do as told. He had to shove the palm of his hand down so hard against his growing erection that it physically hurt, but it got the job done, and that’s all Wooyoung could have hoped for in the heat of the moment. If anyone noticed his dramatic reaction or thought it to be odd, they decided to spare him the embarrassment and did not mention it.

Then came the practice a few weeks later when Hongjoong was working twice as hard as usual to prepare for awards season. Everything had to be squeaky clean for all the performances. That led to Wooyoung being both blessed and cursed by the sight of a certain Kim Hongjoong in an all too tight-fitting black tee with sleeves rolled up over his shoulders and sweat dripping from his chin to the floor.

Now Hongjoong may not be the most muscular or lean among the group, but god, Wooyoung was positively salivating at even the barest glimpse of tantalizing skin under that shirt. It felt wrong and dirty to thirst after his bandmate – his leader – in such a public way. Hongjoong made things ten times worse by shifting to look Wooyoung in the eyes, brow arched dangerously high and a sharp gleam to his eye that had Wooyoung sweating more than he was before.

“Hey Wooyoung, grab me a water.”

Just simple and straight to the point. Not even a ‘please’ or ‘thank you’. Wooyoung didn’t need one. He was rushing to follow the order like a good little boy in mere seconds, and the smirk Hongjoong awarded him with nearly made him blackout on the spot. A smart little quirk to one corner of his lips, the other side staying completely still. Hongjoong looked so mean and condescending in that moment, yet Wooyoung ate it right up without even batting a lash. His cock twitched to full attention behind the confines of his grey sweatpants, then he was moving out of the practice room at breakneck speed, desperate to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

He had slammed the door behind him and flipped the lock with desperate fingers before stumbling towards the sink to splash his face with cold water. In the reflection of the mirror, he could see how red his face had gotten, the red hue deepened to a scarlet that was only accentuated by the sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. Embarrassing. It was so fucking embarrassing to get off to the idea of Hongjoong bossing him around and being mean to him. Wooyoung had hoped that the water would quell him enough to bring him back to the practice room without being weak enough to jerk off in the company bathroom. Those hopes were dashed when the dastardly image of Hongjoong standing across from him with that cruel smirk floated to mind.

Wooyoung slipped his leaking member out and fucked the tight ring he formed with his hand at record-breaking speed, not stopping until he painted his fingers white with hot cum. And if not for thinking to lock the door, he would have been caught in the act too, because not even ten seconds later was someone knocking and banging at the door.

“Wooyoung? You good?”

Thank fuck it had just been San and not Hongjoong himself. If it were Hongjoong, then Wooyoung is certain that he would have caved and told the man exactly what he was doing without any resistance whatsoever.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! Just needed to pee! I’ll be out in a minute!”

He thought that that instance would be the worst of it.

Hongjoong proved him sorely wrong.

In fact, if anything, those instances seemed to increase in frequency. Hongjoong would corner him just to deliver a sharply-spoken order then grin as Wooyoung fervently followed the order without complaint or whining. Wooyoung would be forced to dart off to the nearest bathroom and cum into the palm of his hand to curb the raging horniness in his system. And after he was done, he would pull himself out of the bathroom with his head hung low in shame, not ever noticing the way Hongjoong stood not far off with that same smirk as always painting his pretty lips. If Wooyoung ever whispered a breathless “hyung, please” to himself while jerking off, then he would deny it with his dying breath because that would be too close to admitting how desperately he wants Hongjoong.

Such a stark contrast to how he behaves with Seonghwa, as San noted one day. Sure, Seonghwa would ask him to do things but Seonghwa would ask, accentuating his words with a ‘please’ and making sure to thank Wooyoung afterward. And Wooyoung would always whine no matter what Seonghwa would ask of him. The reason being — well, for two reasons actually. One: Seonghwa isn’t Hongjoong, and two: Wooyoung secretly (read very secretly) loves being ordered around like he’s not good for anything else.

The full admission on Vlive must have been the breaking point for both of them though. Hongjoong was trying to hide himself behind his hands as a faux sign of embarrassment, but Wooyoung could clearly see the curling smirk and hungry gleam in his eyes when he saw past those small fingers. It felt almost like Hongjoong could eat him alive on the spot, and Wooyoung would just roll over and let him.

Whatever Wooyoung had expected to happen after that fateful live left him sorely disappointed because Hongjoong did absolutely nothing. Didn’t comment on it, didn’t tease him about it, acted like it didn’t even happen. Even when Seonghwa granted him a sharp slap upside the back of the head and Yeosang muttered something about Wooyoung being into some kinky shit, Hongjoong huffed out a quiet laugh and led the way out of the room.

Was Wooyoung upset? Both yes and no. He saved himself from heaps of humiliation even though he admitted it in such a public manner, but he would be lying if he didn’t say that he was somewhat trying to egg Hongjoong on a little. All these months of teasing and playing only for him to do nothing? This had to be some sort of blue balling, at least that’s what Wooyoung whined into his pillow before Yeosang and Jongho entered the shared room behind him.

“Who’s blue balling who?”

“No one, Yeo! No one! I didn’t say that!”

Wooyoung is tipping closer and closer to his breaking point, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he absolutely snaps. That fact is what finds him hesitating by the back of the couch a few days after the aforementioned Fateful Vlive. Hongjoong sits on the cushions, arm slung casually behind his head as always, and Wooyoung is truly trying his hardest not to drool over the sheer attractiveness the position exudes. It doesn’t help that Hongjoong has been driving Wooyoung up a wall all day with his teasing.

First, it was light touches during breakfast, ghosting fingers over his bare forearm that sent goosebumps all over his body.

“Is something wrong, Wooyoung?” Hongjoong had asked like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“No, no, hyung. Just haven’t fully woken up yet.”

That was a lie but oh well. Wooyoung has lied about worse things in his life.

Then after breakfast, Hongjoong had leveled him with a sharp stare and ordered him to pick up the dishes for Seonghwa. Wooyoung didn’t even have time to jerk off in the bathroom afterward because San and Seonghwa dragged him off to play some game before he could make a hasty escape to the bathroom.

“You called for me, hyung?” Wooyoung manages to ask without a stutter to his tone. It’s a miracle truly because when Hongjoong’s voice boomed through the hallway and found him in the bedroom, Wooyoung almost melted.

“Yeah, get me some coffee from the kitchen.”

Now, if it were Seonghwa asking him, Wooyoung would whine and complain. Say that he’s on the fucking couch which is literal steps away from the kitchen and he has two perfectly (sexy) functioning legs that could easily get him a cup of coffee himself without needing to call Wooyoung all the way from his bedroom to get it for him. It is, in fact, not Seonghwa asking him, however; it is Hongjoong, and Wooyoung will be damned if he doesn’t obey the order without even a breath of complaint.

“Sure, of course, hyung!” He chirps in response to hide the shaky smile on his lips. His legs feel like jello but he puts them to use anyway, carrying his body to the kitchen to prepare a mug of coffee just the way Hongjoong likes because of course, he knows exactly how Hongjoong likes his coffee. Once he has finished perfectly preparing the drink, Wooyoung carries it back to the couch and goes as far as to step around the armrest to deliver the mug directly into Hongjoong’s hands.

“Good boy.”

The words are unmistakable. It’s a miracle that Wooyoung pulled his hand away when he did otherwise he would have most definitely dumped piping hot coffee all over Hongjoong without being able to stop himself.

“H-Huh!?”

Hongjoong blinks up from the rim of the ceramic mug. Not an ounce of shame coats his features. Wooyoung knows that hiding behind that cup is his trademark cruel smirk, and that sends him reeling.

“I said good job. You made it just the way I like.”

Wooyoung needs whatever deity or spirit or entity out there in the universe to backhand slap him to high heaven. Hongjoong did not say good job. He said good boy, loud and clear without so much as a stutter to his tone. Wooyoung stumbles back regardless and excuses himself with a hasty mumble about needing to go to the bathroom. He can only hope that his flustered state of embarrassment mixed with tingling humiliation is not as noticeable as it feels like it is.

“I wasn’t done with you.”

Wooyoung has to bite down on his tongue to keep from whimpering at the tone of Hongjoong’s voice combined with those words. He dares to glance back at Hongjoong over his shoulder. The leader is now on his feet, mug of coffee left forgotten on the table in front of the couch, and Wooyoung can find only a single word to describe the look in the man’s eyes.

Hungry.

“Go to my room. We need to talk in private.”

Wooyoung should experience a surge of panic – any normal person would be petrified to hear those words from their leader – but the words go directly to his dick instead. He whips his head forward once more and makes the short trek to the end of the hall without once looking back to see if Hongjoong is following him. He knows the man is though, the steady shuffle of socks on the wood floor tells him that much. Wooyoung half expects Seonghwa to be inside the room when he enters, ready to defend himself and say he has no clue what’s going on, but his taller hyung is nowhere to be found. Hongjoong doesn’t let Wooyoung stay distracted or confused for long; he trails a daring hand over the expanse of Wooyoung’s shoulders, lifting off at his bicep as he steps past the younger man to get into the room. He then drops to the edge of his mattress with blazing eyes and regards Wooyoung with a full-body stare.

“Shut and lock the door.”

There is so much potential behind those words. All the months of sexual tension and teasing and practical blue balling could all be paid off right now, and Wooyoung is not about to let that opportunity slip through his fingers. He jerks into action, spinning around and slamming the door shut with more force than is necessary, and the lock clicks into place a moment later.

“Hyung—”

“It’s always hyung, isn’t it?” Hongjoong taunts, cutting Wooyoung’s thought short. Frankly, Wooyoung has no clue what he was going to say anyway so thank goodness for Hongjoong interrupting him before he made a bigger fool of himself. Hongjoong pushes himself off the bed to step closer to Wooyoung. He closes the distance between them in a matter of seconds, and Wooyoung is still too slack-jawed to react even a little bit. “With Seonghwa hyung, you are always so whiny and bratty. Can’t do anything he says when he tells you to. Always need to talk back and mock him in return. But with hyung, you are so needy. Pliant. Obedient.”

Hongjoong is not bigger than Wooyoung. Not by much at least. He is hardly taller than him, but Wooyoung has shoulders that are a tad broader, features that are a bit sharper, and a face that is just naturally more stern when all his muscles are relaxed. But in this moment? Wooyoung feels impossibly small. Like Hongjoong is meters taller than him, bigger than him, stronger than him, better than him in all ways. His leader has power and control over him. He’s able to make him do whatever he wants with a simple command, and Wooyoung could combust from the mere thought. It gives him a sick rush, one that makes him want to get on his knees and beg for Hongjoong, but he won’t dare do that unless Hongjoong asks him to.

“What is it you want from hyung, Wooyoung?” Hongjoong catches a finger on the underside of his chin, lifting his head just enough so that he can look the other man in the eye. Wooyoung forgets every word in existence as he meets Hongjoong’s burning gaze. His jaw stutters, he blinks dumbly at the brunette, and nothing comes out of him. Hongjoong twists his finger into two now, squeezing down on either side of Wooyoung’s chin until the impact burns a little. “I asked you a question.”

“Y-You,” Wooyoung breathes out shakily. “I just — I want you.”

“That doesn’t sound quite right, darling.” The words catch Wooyoung a bit off-guard at first, and the use of the small pet name has his gut blossoming with too much warmth to be normal. Hongjoong tugs him closer just to drape his pretty lips over the curve of Wooyoung’s ear. Hot breath sends shivers down his spine, and Wooyoung does his best to keep his knees from buckling when Hongjoong speaks again. “That doesn’t sound like the begging I hear coming from the bathroom so often these days.”

Wooyoung’s cheeks are alight with both embarrassment and shame. Hongjoong heard him. Heard him jerking off quietly in the bathroom after every single time he taunted the younger man. Heard his desperate pleas and wishes that it were his hyung touching him and not the warmth of his own shameful hand. Hongjoong pulls back to look him in the eye again, but this time it feels ten times more intimate and inviting.

“Try again, baby. And this time, tell me a safe word so I know when to stop.”

Oh, Wooyoung is fucked, and he’s fucked in more ways than one, that’s for certain.

“I, uh, red. Yeah, red. Red for stop, green for go,” he rambles while blinking like a madman. Hongjoong huffs out a dry laugh.

“That’s step one,” he says, tone as even and steady as ever. “Now tell me what it is you want from me, Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung truly wishes he could put up more of a fight. He wants to complain or whine or be even a little bit of a brat in response rather than just caving without pressure. Yet here stands Hongjoong, maintaining that iron-tight hold over him without the slightest bit of effort and forcing Wooyoung into complete and utter submission with a simple command.

“W-Want hyung to – to kiss me and tell me that I’m his good boy. Want him to stuff my mouth full of cock and fingers until I can’t speak be-because I talk too much. And for him to order me around l-like it’s the only thing I’m good for. T-Talk down to me and – and humiliate me because it feels good when hyung taunts me. I… I r-really want hyung to fuck me open and use me until he’s filled me to the brim with cum.” Hongjoong’s pupils are dangerously large, so blown out with lust and desire that Wooyoung feels himself slipping deeper and deeper into their embrace. Even though the words came from his lips and he spoke them into existence, it feels as though Hongjoong reached down his throat and pulled them out himself. It has to be that because otherwise, Wooyoung would not have the confidence to be so bold about his desires.

“Look at you,” Hongjoong sneers. His tone turns mocking in the blink of an eye, and it causes Wooyoung so much whiplash that his head actually spins even though he hasn’t moved an inch. Hongjoong’s free hand snakes downward, finding the jutted bone of Wooyoung’s hip and brushing over it in a taunting way. The leader caresses the soft band of his underwear, then suddenly Wooyoung is positively choking because the man cups the prominent bulge of his erection and gives a teasing squeeze. “So hard just from following orders? Are you so pathetic and desperate to be a good little boy that you would do this for anyone? Or is it only hyung?”

“J-Just hyung,” Wooyoung squeaks out, pressing his thighs together to alleviate some of the growing pressure in his underwear. That answer isn’t enough to satisfy Hongjoong though, and he tugs a bit harder at the younger’s chin.

“Which one? Last I checked, you had more than one hyung.”

“You! You, hyung. Hongjoong hyung.”

“Good boy,” comes the taunting coo from Hongjoong’s lips. Wooyoung really does whimper this time, lower lip jutting out as he releases the shaky sound, and he practically falls in on himself. He probably would too if Hongjoong weren’t holding him so tightly. “If I had known that would have such a strong effect over you, I would’ve said it much sooner.”

There’s a certain insinuation to his words, one that tells Wooyoung that Hongjoong has been purposefully riling him up for a long while now. Hongjoong drops his chin and lets his hand fall away from the other’s cock. Wooyoung misses the pressure immediately, reaching down to replace the hand with one of his own, but Hongjoong slaps the back of his wrist harshly.

“Don’t you want to be good?”

“Y-Yes, sir!” That little word slips out against his will. Hongjoong’s eyes go wide for half a second before settling back into their steady, hungry stare. When he smiles this time, it is a full and blinding gesture that has Wooyoung’s stomach doing little somersaults. That must be the boiling point for Hongjoong’s desire though; next thing Wooyoung knows, Hongjoong has a hand clasped tight around the back of his neck and the man is yanking him forward until their lips collide in a mess of teeth and saliva. It feels positively filthy, but Wooyoung takes it in stride. He lets a surprised moan slip through, and Hongjoong swallows the sound with his mouth, tongue not wasting any time in dancing over Wooyoung’s lip. The younger grants him access to his waiting mouth. His jaw falls slack and his tongue would probably loll out if Hongjoong were not pressing so fervently against him at the moment.

Wooyoung truly is fully pliant before Hongjoong, and he can’t even get his arms to function enough to wrap around the older. So he just stands there, applying an ample amount of pressure to Hongjoong’s lips when the other isn’t fucking his tongue into his mouth, and waits until Hongjoong pulls back to breathe. As it turns out, he doesn’t get much time to catch his breath because his hyung’s mouth and hands are back on him moments later.

Cold hands brush at the skin near Wooyoung’s hips, slipping under the fabric of his shirt to gain more access. Hongjoong mouths his way down to Wooyoung’s jaw where he nips and sucks gently at the skin. It’s not enough to leave a mark, but something tells Wooyoung that the marking will come later. The older hoists his shirt up, tugging and pulling until it’s over Wooyoung’s head and tossed off to the side. Seonghwa will most likely complain later. Although if this is going the direction Wooyoung thinks it is, Seonghwa will have many other things to complain about so he doesn’t dwell on it much.

Besides, Hongjoong’s hands are far too distracting for that, currently tracing soft patterns over the expanse of Wooyoung’s exposed skin until dipping lower to grab both his sweatpants and underwear in one go. Wooyoung helps him tug the material down and bends a bit at the waist to fully discard the garments. He finally processes how he is now fully nude and Hongjoong has not taken even an ounce of clothing off, and when that sinks in, embarrassment burns at his skin. He withdraws his hands to his body, curling tight around his waist in a desperate attempt to cover himself up. Hongjoong is still attached to his jaw by the lips, but he can feel the movements between their bodies enough to know what is going on.

Fingers latch around Wooyoung’s forearms.

“Sweet angel, you have no need to cover up around me,” Hongjoong murmurs against his skin. His hot breath meeting the cool trail of saliva over Wooyoung’s jaw causes goosebumps to rush over his body, along with the sudden lack of clothes to keep him even a tiny bit warm. “Let me show you how pretty you are.”

Hongjoong pulls off his neck with a wet pop and steps an arm’s width away. He makes a full show out of the way he strips himself. Splayed fingers drag down his sides before catching on the hem of his shirt. Inch by inch, he exposes more supple skin, lean muscles straining and working under the movements, and when he tugs his shirt loose at last, Wooyoung ogles the way the tendons in his neck bulge a bit. He doesn’t get a chance to breathe though because Hongjoong fumbles with the buckle of his belt and tugs the leather loose. He doesn’t toss it off to join their shirts off to the side; rather, he throws it onto the bed, eyes holding something that leaves Wooyoung with the sweet taste of anticipation. Although that might just be the taste of Hongjoong on his tongue because he is still dizzy from the short kiss. He continues to stand as still as a statue as Hongjoong tugs his pants down, thumbs hooked around the band of his underwear too. Slowly but surely, the man exposes himself to Wooyoung, and the younger would be lying if he said his eyes didn’t go straight to Hongjoong’s cock.

It’s a bit shameful to admit, but Wooyoung has spent many times in those frequent bathroom trips fantasizing about what Hongjoong might look like underneath all those clothes. Seeing each other nude is something that happens often; however, Hongjoong always makes a habit of taking showers last or coming home so late that no one can see him. Wooyoung initially thought that it was an, for lack of a better term, insecurity about size deficit but looking at him like this now, Wooyoung can clearly see that that is not the case.

He’s a bit thicker than Wooyoung, not so much longer, but definitely holding more girth and curve to his member. A lump rises in Wooyoung’s throat at the thought of finally having the man in his mouth among other places. He has to clamp his teeth down on his lip to keep from openly drooling over the sight of Hongjoong’s body. The bit of solidarity in being fully nude helps Wooyoung’s confidence quite a bit, but it’s Hongjoong’s next comment that sends him spiraling.

“I wonder how pretty my little Wooyoung would look on his knees for me, hm?” His little Wooyoung. Yeah, Seonghwa is gonna have to cart Wooyoung’s dead body out of this bedroom once this is all said and done, because he is close to a heart attack as it is and Hongjoong has hardly done anything. Hongjoong picks up on the way Wooyoung’s breath hitches at those words and lets that dangerous smirk slip through before turning back to his bed. He moves to it without hesitation, and Wooyoung just watches on without daring to move before he is told to, eyes wide with curiosity as Hongjoong pulls a pillow off the bed and drops it to the floor. In the same motion, Hongjoong props himself on the edge of the mattress and nods his head towards the pillow. Wooyoung’s brain doesn’t process the action quick enough because he stands there with a dumbfounded expression on his face for far too long before it sinks in that oh Hongjoong wants him to kneel between his legs on a pillow.

He moves towards the bed on shaky legs, all but collapsing on the pillow once he reaches it, and Hongjoong greets him by dropping a hand to his hair and carding his fingers through the dark locks there. His hair has grown a bit, just enough to have his bangs fall into his eyes whenever the hair isn’t tucked back. Hongjoong tucks a few of the stray locks behind his ear before reaching lower to cup Wooyoung’s chin in the palm of his hand.

“Do you want another command, baby boy?” Now that has Wooyoung’s gut turning every which way, and he nearly squirms where he sits because goddammit there is not enough pressure on his cock and he is nearing desperation.

“Y-Yes, hyung.”

“Then suck me off, yeah? I bet you’d look so pretty all wrecked and fucked out with a cock between your lips.” Those words are oh so sinful and go directly to Wooyoung’s gut, knocking the air out of him with ease. Hongjoong doesn’t stop there though. He curls his fingers up to press against Wooyoung’s lower lip where he teases and tugs at the skin until it’s swollen. Wooyoung drops his jaw to let those same fingers push down hard against his tongue, and he almost gags at the sensation, but fuck, it’s so worth it. Hongjoong’s fingers are heavy on his tongue, a steady and tantalizing weight that begs what is to come with his member. Wooyoung can’t resist the urge to swirl his tongue between the digits and takes them a bit deeper. He sucks softly at Hongjoong’s skin all while blinking up at the man, his leader, his hyung with wide and shining eyes.

When Wooyoung locks gazes with him, he could cry on the spot because that little half-hearted smirk is back on his lips, and this is exactly what Wooyoung fantasized about in these past weeks. Being leveled only with that stare, forced into submission with mere words — Wooyoung is truly living the dream.

Hongjoong retracts his hand, pulling his fingers loose of Wooyoung’s lips too soon for the latter’s liking, but he doesn’t have room or time to complain. A hand threads through the hair at the back of his neck and drags him forward until Wooyoung is met by Hongjoong’s fully erect member. The unspoken command is there but still Wooyoung waits until he gets the verbal one, so desperate to be told what to do in that condescending tone Hongjoong holds.

“Well, go on. It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” Wooyoung’s cheeks could not possibly flush any darker, but if Hongjoong keeps this up, he might just find a way. The burning sting in the corners of his eyes is practically euphoric, the taste of humiliation on his tongue as he leans forward to give a single, testing lick to the head of Hongjoong’s cock, and Wooyoung is the one to moan when he closes his lips around Hongjoong. The older simply lets his head fall back, hand still tangled in Wooyoung’s hair as he begins to sink deeper on his cock.

Hongjoong tastes of sweat, a stark saltiness on his tongue as he gets about halfway down his member, but Wooyoung’s brain is so high on arousal that he also tastes somewhat sweet. Wooyoung can’t get enough of it. He drags the flat of his tongue over the underside of Hongjoong’s member, feeling for each vein and ridge along his shaft as though trying to memorize the feel. Hongjoong grips Wooyoung’s hair a little tighter. His nails scrape over the younger’s scalp, and a distinctly pleasant burn throbs in that same spot. The idea of Hongjoong’s dainty, painted nails dragging over his skin is too much for his imagination, and Wooyoung reaches a hand up to grasp the base of Hongjoong’s cock before sinking as far down on him as he can go. He chokes around him there, throat pulsing at the sensation of the tip pushing deeper, and Hongjoong releases a loud groan. The sound sends a surge of confidence through Wooyoung along with the knowledge that he drew that noise out of Hongjoong, he made him feel good, he did a good job. He whines weakly around Hongjoong, sucking in as much air through his nose as he can, then he returns to bobbing his head along the length of him.

“Fuck, look at you. Somehow still so noisy even with a cock to keep you busy,” Hongjoong mumbles, biting back another groan. Wooyoung squirms thanks to the words and sneaks a hand down to palm at his weeping cock. “I didn’t tell you to do that.” Hongjoong spats the words with such vehemence that a bit of spit slips from his lip and catches on Wooyoung’s hair. If he didn’t jerk his hand away from his cock, Wooyoung might have cum right then and there because of how damn hot the action is.

Hongjoong tugs hard at the younger’s hair and pulls him off his cock, leaving only a thin strand of saliva to connect Wooyoung to his member. The sight is as intoxicating for Hongjoong as it is for Wooyoung because the older hisses between his teeth then descends to plant a kiss directly over Wooyoung’s lips. He kisses back with a hunger and fervor that begs for more, begs for Hongjoong to do more, and it seems that that is exactly what the elder has in mind because he hoists Wooyoung up enough to trade places with him on the bed.

Wooyoung finds himself splayed out on the bed with Hongjoong looming over him, hair fallen forward to shroud his forehead and eyebrows, and he can safely say that his hyung looks positively menacing in the best way possible. Hongjoong presses a single gentle kiss to the tip of Wooyoung’s nose – an action that has his heart constricting painfully in his chest before Hongjoong drags his lips down the curve of his cheek. He mouths at the sharp edge of the younger’s jaw, letting out a quiet exhale that has Wooyoung shivering. He dares to be bold enough to bring a hand to the older’s hair as Hongjoong reaches the curve of his neck and bites at the skin there.

“F-Fuck, Hong — hyung,” Wooyoung whimpers, hips bucking up to meet nothing but air. Hongjoong presses the heel of his hand down hard against Wooyoung’s hip and keeps him pinned to the bed with that simple touch. The way Wooyoung unravels under him is nothing short of beautiful and mesmerizing, the perfect catastrophe to watch unfold piece by piece until he is writhing and begging with his body for more. The younger doesn’t even see Hongjoong move his arm, but when he sits back, he holds a small bottle of lube in his hand, lid popping open to squirt the clear liquid over two fingers.

“Color?”

“Green,” Wooyoung exhales quickly. “So fucking green, hyung, please just hurry up.” Hongjoong arches a brow then clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“You waited weeks for me to corner you like this. I think you can wait a little bit longer.”

“If you recall, I was jerking off in the bathroom begging for you to fuck me senseless every other day, so no. I don’t think I can wait any longer,” Wooyoung huffs out in response, resituating a bit on the bed so Hongjoong can spread him open properly. The other man bends over him with teeth flashing as he grins. He catches Wooyoung’s lobe between those same teeth and nips at the skin until Wooyoung moans loudly.

“Next time you try to do that I’ll be sure to follow you. And maybe make you scream a bit for good measure. You’d do that for hyung, wouldn’t you?” Hongjoong sinfully enunciates the word, and it affects Wooyoung so much that his vision goes spotty for a few seconds.

Fuck, Wooyoung is not going to survive. His heart is gonna give out before he can even get fucked. Hongjoong chuckles under his breath as he gauges the younger’s reaction. His lubed fingers slip between Wooyoung’s legs and trail lower until he brushes over his puckered hole. He starts with just one finger, pushing into Wooyoung so slowly that the younger thinks he’s gonna die of old age by the time Hongjoong finally settles the digit inside him. He squirms a little under the man’s weight.

“I’m not gonna break, hyung. You can go harder than that.”

“And I will. Be patient.” Wooyoung lets his body go slack at the sound of that; it’s a half-hearted command at best but still a command nonetheless, and it continues to have the same dastardly effect over him as always. Hongjoong continues to wiggle his finger around bit by bit until he deems Wooyoung comfortable enough for another, and the next stretch is so pleasant that Wooyoung’s lashes flutter as he pushes a second finger in.

“Hyung,” he whispers, tone so breathless that it almost sounds like just a sigh and nothing else. Hongjoong lifts his chin to look the younger in the eye.

“Hm? What it is my baby wants?” There Hongjoong goes again with that little possessive word that has Wooyoung melting under him.

“Want – want you to kiss me please.”

Hongjoong answers by dropping his lips atop Wooyoung’s, starting out with a barely-there pressure that only grows in force as he starts to fuck his fingers in and out of Wooyoung. The younger can only gasp and moan into the kiss. He forgets what it means to be quiet as the pleasure takes over, too lost in the sensation of Hongjoong’s lips and body and everything. They’ll surely get an earful later, but Wooyoung is not about to let them take this away from him so he is going to be as loud as possible while he can.

A third finger finds its way into Wooyoung. It draws an even louder moan from his lips, the pads of Hongjoong’s fingers brushing just shy of that elusive spot where he wants to be touched so badly.

“P-Please, please fuck me, hyung. I can’t – I can’t wait any longer, I just n-need you in me now.”

Apparently, Wooyoung should have led with that because Hongjoong almost growls and pulls his fingers out of Wooyoung, snatching up the lube again and squirting more onto his palm. He jerks hastily at his cock and warms the liquid on his member before guiding himself to Wooyoung’s eagerly awaiting hole. When Hongjoong at last starts pushing into Wooyoung, the younger sees stars in his vision and his brain empties of all coherent thought. It is everything that he could have dreamed of and better, for fuck’s sake, it’s the best feeling Wooyoung has ever felt in his life and he might cum after just a single thrust of Hongjoong’s hips.

He manages – by sheer miracle for certain – to last a bit longer than that. Hongjoong starts slow, rocking his hips gently against the backs of Wooyoung’s thighs. In time though, the pace grows until it’s hasty and absolutely brutal. Wooyoung can barely catch his breath long enough to moan between thrusts with the speed Hongjoong keeps up. Skin slaps hard against skin and leaves the lewd sound to resonate alongside Wooyoung’s high-pitched moans and Hongjoong’s much softer grunts.

Words continue to tumble from Wooyoung’s lips in the height of his pleasure, but it’s just nonsensical ramblings that range from “more, more, fucking more” to “yes, hyung, there, right there”. He grips desperately at the sheets under his body in a desperate attempt to ground himself from the dizzying amount of euphoria running through his veins. Every nerve in his body is alight with all sorts of sensations, and despite still not having cum once, Wooyoung truly feels like he’s being overstimulated to absolute filth.

He doesn’t even feel it when he actually does reach his high – cock twitching and spurting hot ropes of cum over his stomach completely untouched by either himself or Hongjoong. It’s almost embarrassing how easily Hongjoong made him orgasm; Wooyoung brings his hands up to cover his reddened face in the humiliation of the action. A choked and dry sob rips through his parched throat, cock weeping uselessly against the vee of his abdomen.

“F-Fucking hell, you’re so beautiful,” Hongjoong grunts through his thrusts. Wooyoung’s body reacts on its own, preening at the sound of the praise despite his neverending embarrassment. That sends Hongjoong over the edge right then and there. His hips stutter in their quick thrusts, then he’s pressing flush against Wooyoung and cumming hard in him. His elbows buckle, causing him to topple on top of Wooyoung’s chest and smear the semen painting his stomach and chest. It doesn’t seem to bother the man one bit though as he just lifts his chin and drapes his lips over Wooyoung’s like the softest and warmest blanket on a cold day.

They stay like that for too long probably, just kissing and nipping at each other’s lips in the laziest manner, and Wooyoung doesn’t even mind when the cum between them starts to grow sticky. He releases a content sigh as Hongjoong slips his lips back down to the underside of his jaw – apparently his favorite place to kiss given how much he’s done so already – and dares to speak.

“Good talk, hyung,” he rasps out, throat burning from the mere effort of the words.

“The fact that you had the balls to say something while we were live but not the first hundred times I cornered you,” Hongjoong grumbles against his skin, and Wooyoung huffs out a weak laugh.

“You could’ve interrupted my, erm, bathroom trips at any time.” Wooyoung smiles a bit to himself and draws a hand up to comb through Hongjoong’s sweat-slick hair.

“Next time I will.”

“N-Next time?”

“I can think of many other ways I’d like to have you, and many other things I’d like to do to you. If you’ll let me, that is.”

“Yep! Yes, yeah, you got it, sign me up, I am on board. Don’t even need to convince me,” Wooyoung rambles, cheeks flushing dark again at the insinuation in Hongjoong’s words.

“Good. Now, let’s get cleaned up before Seonghwa gets back.”

“Where’d you send him off to anyways?”

“I just told him we were gonna talk and he disappeared.” Hongjoong shrugs as he pulls his body free of Wooyoung’s and climbs to his feet, albeit on shaky legs. The younger tilts his head to the side with a bit of confusion gracing his features.

“That’s all it took?”

“Well, I told him I would be doing a majority of the talking and it would include my mouth doing positively sinful things to your body, but… we had a change of plans, didn’t we?” Hongjoong glances down at Wooyoung, passing a teasing wink his way, and for the last time (at least Wooyoung hopes it is the last time otherwise he really will pass out) his lips curl into that signature smirk.

“We can make up for it in the shower.”

...

#ateez smut #ateez mxm #ateez imagines #ateez oneshot #ateez scenarios #wooyoung x hongjoong #hongjoong x wooyoung #wooyoung smut #hongjoong smut #wooyoung imagines #hongjoong imagines #wooyoung oneshot #hongjoong oneshot #sweet baby jesus #fic; under my skin

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we-are-inevitable · 3 years

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high school theatre/drama au

spot (tech crew) and race (performer) met because race punched a kid that said tech kids arent true theatre kids

davey is the type of lead to go “no guys really i cant sing” then sing with like a four octave range and riff and all that and at first the others thought he was annoying and attention seeking (in the “feed my ego way” not the “im depressed way”) until they realized no he really thinks that he has a terrible voice and cant sing

1) OH MY GOD WAIT YES

the person who said that was directly talking in spot’s direction, so of course spot was about to knock their lights out, but then race comes out of nowhere and does it first. spot almost proposes right then and there

i imagine that spot still like. says some Not Very Friendly Stuff to the kid who was talking shit, so of course spot and race BOTH get in trouble and have to go too detention- but that’s ok, because they’re stuck in there together and it’s actually really fun

2) PLEASE I LOVE IT WHEN DAVEY HAS SELF ESTEEM ISSUES

originally davey doesn’t even want to audition for the school musical, but sarah- who’s a tech kid- basically begs him to do it and he ONLY auditions to get her off of his back.

on the day of auditions he doesn’t even TRY to act like he cares, bc he knows he’s not going to get the part anyway, bc he genuinely believes he’s not any good- but he’s floored when he actually gets the lead male role.

at first everyone is kinda pissed because davey seemed so apathetic during his audition and he looked like he wanted to be ANYWHERE but onstage, but there’s no denying that he’s good, so they just kind of give him the cold shoulder and accept it.

they expect him to be an asshole with an “i’m better than you without even trying” attitude

but then the unthinkable happens:

they realize that this kid- with the voice of an angel and no background in theatre whatsoever- genuinely thinks that he’s really bad and that this is all just a big prank and he’s the butt of the joke

that’s when people start being a bit nicer to him and stuff

they start complimenting him after rehearsals and some of the more seasoned cast members give him some tips even though he doesn’t necessarily need them and slowly but surely he starts to believe that, hey, maybe he is kind of good.

but he doesn’t fully realize it until opening night, when he has his big solo “I Want” song, and he sees the standing ovation from the crowd.

and then he goes backstage after his scene and everyone backstage starts hugging him and cheering him on and he ALMOST cries but he saves it until after the performance

PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT DAVEY REALIZING HIS WORTH

and because i’m predictable: the first person to hug him is jack and davey nearly goes into Gay Panic Mode

bc jack was like. one of the people who REALLY didn’t like davey in the beginning (just because jack thought would have that ‘attention seeker’ mindset), and there’s always been this kind of tense will-they-won’t-they atmosphere between the two of them

but as the weeks went on jack was less of a dick to davey and davey was less of an ass to jack and it all culminates in a kiss behind the denny’s that the whole cast goes to after the show

I’M....... GETTING IDEAS FOR A FIC .............

#ANON THANK YOU #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #javid #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #newsies #ask a jac !#headcanons #courage don’t desert me #theatre kid au #drama class au

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papirouge · 2 years

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That article you posted about lesbians and pedophiles really resonated with me. Its something Ive observed over the years lurking on gay and lesbian blogs and so on when i was younger and thought i was bi. I remember that gay men would write about their first relationships being with older men on their 20s, 30s, 40s, even 50s when they were young teens, and while some were critical of it, a lot others recalled their memories with nostalgia and longing. And sadly, if someone dared criticize the older man for being a creep, these guys would get defensive and claim that there was nothing wrong with what happened, that the man treated them right and they consented to everything. On the other side, you got lesbians usually sharing about having their first relationships in their 20s and sometimes even in their 30s...

And Im not saying that every gay man was preyed on by an older gay man and that there are no lesbians predators, but one cannot deny that there are obvious patterns, and that is that theres an obvious pedo problem in the gay male community. And it isnt talked about anywhere but some communities exclusive to gay men, and sometimes by lesbians, which i guess its out of fear of being seen as homiphobic.

Some lesbians nowadays seem to try to gloss it over, but i think it's because they don't want gay men to turn against them (because sadly many gay men try to sweep this issue under the rug out of fear of homophobic backlash) due to the fact that gay men have more visibility and higher positions than lesbiana, thus they need their support if they want to achieve anything.

Also a little off topic, but youve been talking lately a lot about misogyny, female socialización and male approval, and i think this seems to be an issue even within gay spaces. Like Ive seen lesbians do the most for gay men while gay men barely even have the same energy for lesbians. Some even spout outright hatred towards them... Like a while ago this gay man said he wished lesbians would get r*ped straight by het men. Super sad.

You nailed it anon. I myself witness this creepy enabling or male abuse on gay relationship on twitter with people sharing their first sexual experience and it was with much older males.

Honestly this inclination to gloss over sex abuse and inappropriate age gap isn't exclusive to homosexual but men as a whole. There's this TikTok of a mature woman saying she hit on a boy who was a just graduating (so barely 18 y'o), and a few years later he came back to her and they hooked up. She had the age to be her mother.... And apparently the only people finding it inappropriate/predatory were women, while males cheered on that groomer and saying how lucky that boy was... Men are inherently more predatory than women / more prone to overlook/enable abuse, and that's the hill I'm going to die on. Sorry not sorry.

You're also right about the weird caping of lesbians towards gay male. I once made a post calling out Alfred Kinsey & his institutional pedophilia, and lesbians started freaking out bc the whistleblower exposing Kinsey endorsed a book which theory is that the Nazi regime used gay SS as a leverage for recruiting Nazi youth. They accused her, and then me of being homophobic... And I was like "girl.... is caping for gay nazi really the hill you wanna die on? 🙄" like, they were so caught up in the fact that some criticism was directed at gay men they totally overlooked the fact that these psychopath were nazi and didn't deserve any respect/defense whatsoever lmao Being gay doesn't make anyone above reproach IDC. I don't get what's homophobic to acknowledge that the nazi regime did weaponize gay men for their recruiting. As far as I know, they did the same for children and women.

I'm not familiar enough with LGB space but you might be right about women/lesbians being afraid of 'losing' men on their side if they started more straightforward in their criticism of their problematic behavior. Once again, regardless of their sexual attraction, females are always catering to males feelings....

I'm not surprised there are gay men being outright verbally abusive about women... I mean, look how 'straight' transwomen behave with women...

#answered

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theunconcernedembalmer · 3 years

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what’s the issue with elisop? is it just bc you hc aesop as ace? im so concerned by seeing ppl adamantly opposed to mlm/wlw ships but im also genuinely curious about why you dislike it and other lgbt ships so much lol

hmm. that is a strong accusation, n i find it just a bit odd. are you new here? or perhaps you are taking personal offense at my dislike towards a favourite ship of yours and using the lgbt argument as moral high ground?

whatever the case may be, i thank you for asking. if u r truly looking for an answer, its below the cut n it is very very long. mind u these are all my personal opinions n i am in no way policing how others enjoy ships. just in case this wasnt clear; i dont wish to start discourse on this blog, especially since my takes are probably... unpopular.

firstly i would like to address the “disliking lgbt ships” bit, because this has very strong implications in itself. i have nothing against lgbt ships. i enjoy them, even. if the two characters have chemistry between each other, i ship it. however, the moment characterization is broken for the sake of romance, i lose interest. this is generally my stance on ships in general, n this applies for both straight n lgbt ships.

the ships themselves are fine. however, i do have issues with the ship dynamics, so ill let u in on that.

i want to touch on mlm ships in particular; i believe u are familiar with the top/bottom dynamic that is rampant in these kinds of ships? (i wont deny that this dynamic can be found in other types of ships, but for arguments sake i will be focusing on gay ships because i feel that this occurs more commonly here) its such a popular dynamic that is prone to stripping the personality from one if not both characters, only for them to be reduced to being dominant/submissive. for a character to be pigeonholed into a stereotypical category based on... preferred sexual positions? its just downright insulting, never mind the larger more problematic implications of it. top/bottom is not indicative of someones personality, by the way. flattening multi dimensional characters into these stereotypes is so so so insulting.

unfortunately this is The Most Popular portrayal of just about any gay ship around. ive seen it being used everywhere in so many fandoms n it just about becomes apparent to me that ppl come to stories looking for a Ship. not the stories, nor the characters, just a ship. while id like to say theres nothing wrong with that, keep in mind not everyone is just looking for 2 characters that look pretty next to each other. if i ship something, i see interesting n meaningful interactions between 2 characters, which is so often not the case once u bring in the top/bottom dynamic. why is it so popular? because somehow this is what ppl like from a gay ship n hence it sells. ppl want the drama, characterizations be damned. ppl want to see the big kiss that happens in the end, n maybe the sexy parts that come after. characterizations be damned.

so u can say im a little wary of gay ships when they cross my feed. hell, as a joseph aesop shipper i see this trope everywhere n im pretty disappointed as well. small tangent but i feel like this is the reason why zh0ngli n ch1lde is so popular in g3nshin. i try to see the appeal, i really do, but after a long while of analyzing their respective characters i dont think they have as much chemistry as ppl think they do. dont even get me started on how incredibly ooc they make either of these very interesting n unique characters in ship portrayals. all because of the top/bottom dynamic that ppl want to see. i say this for that particular ship, but this is pretty much the case for a lot of ships out there, n the latter part is painfully true even when the 2 characters do have potential between each other. ill say it again im disgusted by the blatant disrespect to the characterizations if all ppl ever want is 2 pretty puppets to mush lips together. cos thats what theyre essentially reduced to this way.

n its so obvious to see when an artist subscribes to this rhetoric, because u can so clearly see it in the way they draw their characters. the “top” generally has sharper features to go with their “dominating personality”, while the “bottom” has disturbingly softer, feminine, dare i say sometimes child like features “to submit”. n thats where the uwu soft gay trope comes from, i believe. which, in case u still dont know, i hate with a burning passion.

so again for ppl with impaired reading comprehension, im fine with ships, including lgbt ones, but the moment u break characterization for the sake of the ship, im not that okay with it. u want to do it for a short crack comic? fine. but if thats the only way ur portraying the 2 characters then im immediately wary of ur content. ill still look at it cos usually the art is really good, but im very very wary. so im not “adamantly opposed”, just very critical of how the ships are being portrayed. if other ppl want to enjoy their ships like that, sure. just dont expect me to join in on something i dont agree on.

now id like to address not shipping “because i hc aesop as ace”. for ppl who are new to the blog (hello there), im an ace in a romantic relationship, so thats definitely not the reason i dont ship elisop. its more of being in a relationship has largely shaped my views towards romance as a whole. even before i met my boyfriend, i hated the romance genre in stories n media. most of it comes off as incredibly forced, especially those love triangles they seem to love putting into teen novels. thats one reason why i stopped reading when i was younger, but i digress.

did i partake in shipping when i was younger? i did. for a gay ship too (if anyone really wants to know, its kurotsukki from haikyuu. at least this was one that i can remember, i was mostly working on my 20 odd ocs for the longest time). i also used to write little short romance ficlets that i never posted anywhere cos i hated (n still do hate) my writing. but writing romance when u dont have experience was really just a way of projecting n probably a way of coping for myself, not that i knew at that time. but after i actually started a relationship with my boyfriend (whom i love n cherish a lot thank u very much), i began to see how much all these have skewed my views towards romance n have actually done some harm to our relationship. the bullshit that the general media feeds u constantly doesnt help in the slightest either.

quick topic shift to elisop in particular (about time, right?). i already stated that i only ship characters if i sense chemistry between the two personalities, n if u have seen the part where i dont ship elisop then u must have seen how agonized i am over not being able to have a concrete personality for eli. that is the main problem i have with elisop: eli does not feel like a solid character to me. n that is a huge problem, because if he doesnt have any defining characteristics besides being mild n nice, then he can be whoever i want him to be. (i have done this in my exorcist comics, i will admit this. n the fact that i can just do that... it really does not sit well with me personally.)

n that is dangerous.

back to young me doing lil ship things. i think its also pretty safe to say when u really do ship 2 characters, chances are u kinda really relate very very hard to at least one of them. that very quickly can turn into projecting, n shipping therefore is not “exploring the relationship between 2 characters” n it becomes “my preferred dating simulator 101″. of course this isnt always the case, but at least it was for me, n subconsciously it might be for lots of ppl too. n since this is ur mental playground, u call the shots, n there is no consequences if u slightly (or even entirely) alter one or both personalities to fit ur desired narrative. n u wouldnt even notice or know, cos ur blind to ur own biasness.

we bring our perceived notions into real life, im sure u know that. so when ur partner does not become that perfect knight in shining armour, or when they get upset at things that u do (which is a very normal thing by the way), n u think (very subconsciously), That isnt what my otp would do, something is wrong here (nothing is wrong, actually its just ur skewed perception of a stable romantic relationship). why wouldnt ur otp do this? because u are both halves of ur otps, there is no hidden secrets between them (apart from the pining part but thats irrelevant), n again they have been altered to fit ur preferred narrative.

a real relationship requires a lot of communication between parties, because newsflash, liking someone doesnt mean that u have to like every single thing they do, they will make mistakes n it will hurt u, n guess what, the reverse is also true. if u do go with absoutely anything that they would do with 0 objections whatsoever, ur not crushing on someone, ur idolizing them, n that power imbalance is detrimental to a relationship. these things are not obvious to ppl, especially when the whole climate is hell bent on getting into romantic relationships by a certain age or some bullshit. communication is key n is pretty much the only way to solve relationship issues, because the other person has a lot that u r not seeing n vice versa. as similar as 2 ppl can be, i doubt u can have 100% the same thoughts on all things. i dont make the rules.

so in ur mental playground u focus on the fluffy parts, maybe there is communication, but rarely is there any meaningful conflict. thats unrealistic, n if u bring that mindset to an actual relationship, thats not going to end well. i say meaningful conflict, because yes, generally u shouldnt have conflicts with ur significant other. but inevitably when ur with each other for long enough, u will realize that there are habits that u must change in order to be with the other person. habits that are harmful to the other person directly, or harmful habits towards yourself that indirectly harm the other person. these are meaningful in a sense that if left alone, it will manifest into larger problems that will harm u, the other person n the relationship as a whole. its meaningful to the relationship.

all these is made even worse if ur neurodivergent. maladaptive coping practices, self sabotaging behaviours, inherent disabilities. all these must be adjusted n addressed. im so incredibly thankful for my boyfriend for being incredibly patient with me when working all these out, n it has not been easy for me to work on myself n all my problems, n im still not done working on them. this aspect is often not explored in romance in general (or properly), n there is a very good chance i would have still been stuck in the unhealthy mindset of “this isnt like my otp, maybe we’re not meant to be”. because loving someone is a choice. no one is made for each other, it is a conscious choice made between 2 ppl to make things work. this is how arranged marriages work, i am told, n i do see the appeal, not that it actually does appeal to me culturally.

special mention to the kurotsukki ship, cos from there i found a very, very good fic that explored their relationship before n after getting together, n it actually showed aspects of this problem in the incredibly slow burn of (at that time) 20+ chapters. it was just one fic (n a very good one at that, i believe it was called Leviticus), but it had a lesson i never thought i needed to learn, n learn it i did, with a lot of help from my dear.

this is also probably the reason why i dont really want to delve too much into romance now. i know its a lot of work, n everything (mostly) that the media feeds u is really false advertising, but ppl eat that shit up n so it remains one of the most popular genres to date. im just very wary that if i do start on a romantic story, i want to be able to show it in a way like that fic did, the truths of relationships, because i dont want to make something that sells, i want to make something that meaningful to me, if a little indulgent. n that also includes being very careful in how the respective characterizations will change in a relationship. almost too careful now that i think about it, but its not something that i mind. i was never one for romance from the start, n now im very careful about shipping because of what happened to me persoanlly.

okay enough about me, lets talk about aesop. in any au u put the character in, the essence of the character must remain despite the change in environment. so lets say we have ur typical modern au. dead mom, check. shitty mentor doing illegal stuff? also check. autistic boy with social anxiety? we’re good to go. all these have implications on aesop as a character, n while ppl are aware of this, again the way they go about portraying it can go, in my personal opinion, very wrong. ppl who immediately woobify aesop completely because he has autism annoy me. ppl who reduce him to uwu soft boi cos he has social anxiety do not know how the disorder really works n as someone who has that i hate it to the core. ppl who do all these for the sake of ship have lost my respect. its insulting.

remember the top/bottom dynamic? not that elisop is completely free from that (even if i dont know much about eli, to put him in either one of those stereotypes feels very insulting to his character. i wont even say anything about doing it to aesop its so upsetting), but its not entirely made up of either. but now i want to introduce another trope i am very wary of, which is “i can fix him”. im sure u guys have seen the meme going around poking fun at this trope (for those who havent, its along the lines of “u can fix him? well i can be his worst nightmare”) n no doubt yall would have seen it n gotten sick of it in some forced hetero romantic bullshit. we have one damsel in distress with a saviour that solves all their problems just by existing n being romo with each other.

remember “my preferred dating simulator 101″? this is not mutually exclusive n from my point of view this is dangerously close to this trope. lets be real, if it was actually a thing that all ur deep rooted trauma magically disappears if someone were to waltz into ur life, we would want it. definitely. no painfully dissecting ur own problems n constantly facing them head on. real life states that this is not the case, but it will not stop us from dreaming. n so this trope is born n lives n will go on.

(finally) pulling aesop n eli into this, at least in my mind, u have one severely traumatized boy with lots of issues n u have this. nice mild guy who can be anything u want him to be. i hope u can see where im going with this, n thats the direction i see some elisop heading towards (i dont read a lot of elisop to be fair). if u came from my eli character talk, i mentioned that it is incredibly one sided. this is exactly what im talking about.

putting it all together in case u havent already, aesop is the damsel in distress, whose problems magically disappear because of elis godly kindness n little to no work on improving himself, n they lived happily n gayly ever after.

can u tell how much that does not appeal to me.

never mind the butchering of character that inevitably happens somewhere somehow, the unrealistically perfect themes n implications of this trope makes me so viscerally uncomfortable. this is, of course, due to personal reasons, n i definitely see the appeal of this dynamic because i would probably have been interested in this once upon a time as well. but as i am now, with everything i have explained up there n everything i have been through, i would politely rather not.

n its difficult to think of another dynamic, because of how little i know about eli apart from him being this saint, which easily makes him a candidate for being aesops trauma panacea. never mind aesop rarely, if ever, does anything for eli as a character in return, n its so damaging to buy into this rhetoric, where a person like this who would solve all ur issues no strings attached exists somewhere in the world. they really dont. a relationship has to be mutually benefitting, or it will be draining n disastrous. maybe u say, Oh its nice to imagine it once in a while. n yeah, i agree, except once in a while is a little difficult to keep track of n that is sort of what happened to me. id rather stay as far away as possible from this kind of unrealistic fantasy, i just got this shit sorted out with myself n my boyfriend.

i have some other reasons, but theyre more personally problematic, so i wont go into them here. but this is mostly n generally why i do not ship elisop romantically. if u do, u do u, and have fun, but again dont expect me to join u. thank u for coming to my ted talk, this took a lot longer than expected.

#mun rambles #its me the mun #unconcerned ramblings #posting this now cos this is a question ive been getting #although this has been worded in the most unnecessarily passive aggressive way possible that i do not appreciate #im wary about all u so called social justice warriors championing this n that liberal idea when all u want to do is stir shit #thankfully i dont have much experience with this but just passively seeing all these ppl run their mouths is getting very annoying #but just know that i will not tolerate any of that bullshit here. because if u really do care about ppl as much as u say u do #then why r u attacking ppl period #ur really just hiding behind a righteous excuse to harm people. thats disgusting. i dont want u here

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sachiwrites · 4 years

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do i like bread?? on god gonna bake some brioche tomorrow watch me! anyways 👀 who are your fav HQ bois to write for? (if Atsumu happens to be one of them hello yes I’d like a 17. Kiss to hide from the bad guys please)

ahhhh, that sounds so good. raisins bread, melon bread, banana bread. i love all the breads. hope your brioche turned out great!

sakusa was really the first one i really get into but im always a sucker for the underappreciated bbs so send any and ill shoot my shot.

it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you in the slightest. your former high school classmate seemed to have an irksome personality that managed to rub anyone the wrong way. in school, he’d been more respected as essential player on the team and by the time people noticed it was an issue, he was already a third year and ready for graduation. now as a university student, the totem rankings have reset and not particularly always in atsumu’s favor.

the fact that you’d even been accepted into the same school felt more like a curse than a blessing. stacking on the unfortunate luck of hanging in the same circle of friends. in a way you supposed it had its benefits. like having front row seats to the blonde setter finally getting what’s coming for him.

you’d noticed him lingering near one girl all night. friendly proximity lessening by the hour as more alcohol were introduced into the situation. honestly you couldn’t blame the girl, the giggly flush so familiar that it caused an ache in a part of your body that you chose willingly to ignore. despite his ugly personality, there was no denying that atsumu was an attractive guy.

it was a shame that his pretty face was about to get a very aggressive makeover.

the crowds almost parted willingly as star of the men’s basketball-team, and conviently the boyfriend of the said girl trapped under atsumu’s spell. from under the rim of your cup, you couldn’t help but smile because finally, just maybe atsumu would get some sense knocked in him.

but there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, even noticeable from a cross the room as he seemed to come to terms with his impending doom. it didn’t, however, seem to deter him from brushing a kiss over the back of the girl’s hand before he managed to disappear into the crowds. a disappointed sigh escaped your lips as the fuming male made it to the scene only a moment too late, his frustration now directed towards his girlfriend. not the kind of drama you were interested in, you decided as you backed towards the kitchen for a refill.

this would be the last one, you promised yourself. most of your invited friends had decided to call the night quits a little over an hour ago. you weren’t sure what urged you to linger a bit longer. you had no intention on bringing anyone home but a good night out seemed too infrequent to waste.

twisting your wrist, the clink of ice against the side of the cup served as a brief distraction from your thoughts.

-and subquentally you from the figure approaching your from behind.

“ah, so alone? that’s no way to party.”

suddenly you mood all but soured, your fresh drink already feeling stale in your hands as you rose your gaze to meet atsumu’s. his grin was as wide as ever, no less winded by his unexpected escape. which didn’t feel like much of one at all given how close he still was to the scene of the crime.

against your will, you eyes flicked back to the corner once occupied by himself in the girl, finding not even the so called boyfriend present. maybe they’d called it a night?

“so rude. i figured it was just class that you wanted to ignore me in. now my feelings are hurt.”

rolling your eyes, you set your drink down and turned to fully face the pouting man. “hardly, i was just planning on leaving actually. it’s late.”

you were outnumbered and one cup was already too much alcohol in your system to be hanging out with miya atsumu alone. while your stance wasn’t swayed, you couldn’t say the same for your resolve if he continued to stand so close. subconsciously, you already counted seven times that your gaze had dropped to his lips. even three years later, apparently past crushes still made them look so inviting.

whether he picked up on your obvious dilemma or innately just that confident in his own ability, his usual smile adopted a new curl that didn’t sit quite right with you. the said smile, however, had a short lifespan as his attention flickered behind you and dropped all together. instinct taught you that if someone like atsumu was tense in a situation that you likely should have fled a long time ago.

the ideology only becoming immedialty more true as the said man quickly encroach on your space with an unreadable expression. you’re thankful for your forethought to set down your drink prior, freeing up your hands to push against his chest before it could meet your own.

“w-what are you doing? back off miya.” without his brother around, you could comfortably use his surename without sounding too familiar.

there was a clench in his jaw as attention remained behind you instead, almost as if he’d planned to step over you the whole time and you’d just been in the way. had he not initially greeted you, it would have felt too much like your high school experiences. but you were older now, aged out of a futile crush.

strengthening your voice, you gave him a firm shove that didn’t nothing whatsoever in your favor. “im serious, back off.” touching him served to be your second mistake of the night as his fingers curled around your offered wrist and pulled it behind his head.

grasping wildly, your managed to snag the short of his hair in retaliation. the hiss he gave in return was well earned. “what the hell are you doing?” quickly losing patience, you slapped at his chest with your free hand. “atsumu! if you don’t-“

you hadn’t been a wallflower in your coming of age, but you hadn’t particularly stood out among your peers. your close group of friends being all you needed to survive three years of high school. they were enough, allowing you to gain all the social skills needed for any situation in life. or so you thought.

nothing prepared you for sudden pressure of lips against yours. miya atsumu was relentless as he licked firmly into your mouth, opening you up for his onslaught of experienced tongue. the sudden shift tilted your world upside down, giving him more than enough pliancy to mold your mouth how he wanted. too bad it made more for a hostage situation with your comically wide eyes. you could easily see the confusion reflected in atsumu’s as he grimaced.

yet rather than be deterred, he only closed his eyes to you completely and pulled you closer. you would blame how easily you kissed him back on the alcohol later as you went slack in his hold. he’s kissing you like he’d been doing so for months, like his lips belonged slanted against your own. it was almost too overwhelming to keep up with. yet feeling so right as you slowly matched his rhythm.

then reality bled into the fantasy.

you weren’t sure how long the figures at your back had been standing there, the harsh words jarring your consciousness as if they’d just appeared out of thin air. rather than letting you investigate, atsumu kept you close, unrelenting as his swept you into another series of kisses.

“you sure that’s him?”

“i think id know that asshole that was all up on my girlfriend, asshole.”

“ just saying, man, looks like he’s got one of his own.”

“forget it. let’s go.”

it’s not the voice that’s familiar, rather the context as a particular scene become too vivid all too quickly. the disruption drawing you away from the kiss with more strength than you’d had at the beginning. that had been the basketball player (i.e the boyfriend of the girl atsumu had just had charmed in the corner of the room. you’d just been used, as a distraction to avoid conflict. suddenly the kiss tastes more bitter than sweet.

an overwhelming wave of conflicting emotions was enough to dam your tears as you rounded on the newly relaxed male. however, the easy going expression sharpens in time to catch your errant palm. miya atsumu looks down at you with all the arrogance of a man that had yet to learn his lesson. and you weren’t sure if you were qualified to teach it. the choice taken from you as he restricted the control of your hand by intertwining his fingers.

dark eyes, viscous like honey, peered over your joined hands pressed against his lips.

“so girlfriend, why don’t i walk you home now? this party is getting a bit old.”

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #queued bread is not stale

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realllllfangirllllll · 5 years

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More Than Friends ||

Chp. 22

Masterlist

CEO!Jaehyun AU x Reader

College Student!Jaemin AU x Reader

Summary: After a complicated relationship with the infamous CEO, you want nothing more than to live your life as a normal college student; however, Mr. CEO just can’t let you go.

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Warnings: Jaemin stans, your heart will explode ❤️

Jaemin watched as y/n finished her fourth glass of beer. There was definitely something wrong and he could sense it. He knows y/n isn’t one to open up her feelings and will only bottle it up, so there is nothing he can do now than to keep her company.

As she grabbed her fifth glass of the night, Jaemin immediately stopped her.

“Uh uhh y/n. You had enough. Let’s get you home ok?” Jaemin spoke softly and paid the bill, getting ready to leave.

She let her head fall to the palm of her hands and pouted, “but whyyy nanaa?”

He chuckled at the nickname she gave him and gently pulled her up, barely making it to his car safely due to her lack of cooperation and drunken state. Somewhere along with the fuss y/n had caused, Jaemin had promised to take her to his house instead. Thankfully, that stopped her from reaching for the steering wheel, almost causing both of them to die. He didn’t know why she was adamant in not going home, but he definitely understood that if she did, she would end up alone and sad.

When they arrived at his house, y/n fell on his couch, comfortably situating herself on the soft platform. Jaemin went to his kitchen to grab some water for her. All the while, his heart was pounding like there’s no tomorrow. This was Jaemin’s first time letting a girl in his house. Even though his house was not a fancy penthouse per se, it was quite an expensive-looking place with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the second story and a medium lengthed, spiral staircase that connected the two stories. The living room was spacious and the house contained 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. Anyone who saw that only a college student lived here would definitely be shocked. Thus, he always worried that other people will take advantage of his status and wealth.

Most people in the university knew he was, and still is, an heir to one of the richest company. Since the day he was born, his father had already arranged for him to take over his company. Jaemin, however, was tired of the pampered lifestyle he grew up with. On the day of his high school graduation, he left his family’s mansion to live on his own and enrolled in Seoul University, instead of getting prepared to take over the company.

Moving out on his own wasn’t a problem. He had the money and the connections but going to school seemed to be the problem. He had trust issues around every girl who tried to get close to him. They were always clinging onto him like glue. Whatever he liked, they liked. But y/n was different. The moment he saw her at the library, he saw the glowing aura around her. Maybe it was her beaming eyes when she saw books at the photography section, or maybe it was his soft eyes staring at her admiring the books. Either way, that’s how he started to open up to a girl. When he did, he did not regret it whatsoever.

Whenever they hung out, she didn’t cling to him nor only liked what he did. In fact, she constantly denied drinking coffee, which was one of his favorite things in the world.

Every time he was with her, he smiled a little brighter and enjoyed his time a little longer. She was the reason he believed that the world wasn’t always fake.

He shook the thoughts away and softly stared at her. Even when drunk, she looked stunning. Her cheeks flushed a slight pink and puffed up like a hamster when drinking the water he gave her. His heart picked up a fast-beating pace, yet again, and he felt something in him that he never felt before.

Y/n noticed his sudden odd behavior and stopped drinking. She set down the glass and turned to look at him. What seemed like a normal stare to her, was an adorable expression filled with an undeniable warmth to him.

His heart began beating at an uncontrollable pace as if it was going to burst out of his chest. The next moment, it was as if his heart had control of his movements and he leaned forward, connecting his lips with hers. The alcohol in her system clouded her judgment and she moved her lips along with his.

His heart was on the verge of jumping out of his chest. The moment he felt her soft lips moving along with his, he went for his heart’s desire. He attempted to get her lips to part, and when they did, his tongue explored every part of her mouth.

The makeout session was intense and things were about to get even more heated, but she suddenly pulled away from him. With both of them panting for air, y/n snapped back to reality.

Yes, what just happened made her heart flutter, but there was something in the back of her mind that made her feel guilty. She mumbled a short apology and went to the kitchen to refill her glass of water.

Now, she was fully sober and regretted doing such a thing while drunk. In her mind, she laughed. She thought it was funny how she felt guilty for kissing Jaemin but felt perfectly fine during a drunken one-night stand.

When she headed back towards the couch, she anxiously anticipated the awkward “after making out” conversation. But to her relief, Jaemin apologized for his rash behavior and comfortably eased his way to a normal conversation.

He knew she wasn’t comfortable or ready for whatever was about to happen, so they ended up binge-watching Netflix in his bedroom. With her sober state, she finally realized her surroundings and questioned, “Nana, why is your house so big and nice? How can a college student even afford this??”

He looked up at her and froze at the sight of her sparkling eyes. “You don’t know?” He waited for a response, anxiously wishing that you wouldn’t know his secret.

She stared back in confusion. Pouting her lips she looked up at him and replied, “Know what?”

He chuckled lightly, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Never mind, go back to watching the show.”

She pouted again, “I’m bored and kind of tired... Let’s just talk?”

He looked down at her lovingly, “What do you want to talk about little baby?”

Another pout left her lips as she faced the opposite side of Jaemin, “Why do people always call me little?”

Laughing, Jaemin tried to pull her back to his side, “I was just joking! Come on little babyy, don’t be like thatt,” he cooed her jokingly. She continued to playfully avoid his touch, shuffling around the large bed.

The night went on as the two joked around and talked comfortably. Bathing in each other’s company, his bedroom was lit by the moonlight that shone through the window blinds. They soon fell asleep in each other’s arms as the sun began to rise.

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• There you have it Team Jaemin: a big FLUFF session (w/ a little makeout session heh) •

• I wrote this in a 3rd person pov bc technically, y/n is too drunk to know the situation lmaoo •

• Also, Jaemin looks so cool in that gif like how tf do u not look while writing but still look so heavenly???? That was one lucky fan...•

• LASTLY, IM SORRY TEAM JAEHYUN!! My heart ached for him while writing this. But promise, he will see the light of day 🤧 •

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crippleprophet · 4 years

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Hey so im the anon from spacemancharisma whose boss said I cant use my cane without a doctors note. Tbh my doctor never suggested I use one I got it for myself cus it made it easier to move with my fibro. Idek if my doctor would even give me a doctor's note

hey, thank you for reaching out! first of all i’m incredibly sorry that happened to you, that’s really rude and ableist and you shouldn’t have to deal with it.

i’m basing this info on the assumption that you’re in the US, so if that’s not the case, let me know and i’ll try to connect you to some resources with better info for your area. basically, under the ADA, an employer does have the right to request documentation from an “appropriate medical professional” (this could be a physical therapist, for example, not necessarily an MD) if you are requesting an accommodation in the workplace. if you aren’t requesting an accommodation, i can’t find anything that indicates that there’s any legal precedent whatsoever for requiring documentation for you to use a mobility aid.

if you are not requesting accommodations, then based on the source that jack linked (here), “Once you have been hired and started work, your employer cannot require that you take a medical examination or ask questions about your disability unless they are related to your job and necessary for the conduct of your employer's business.” well okay, but necessary is kind of vague, so the clarifying literature is that “a disability-related inquiry or medical examination of an employee may be ‘job-related and consistent with business necessity’ when an employer ‘has a reasonable belief, based on objective evidence, that: (1) an employee's ability to perform essential job functions will be impaired by a medical condition; or (2) an employee will pose a direct threat due to a medical condition.’” (source)

this means that your employer is not even allowed to ask a question about your cane (why you need it, how often you used it, etc) unless they believe that needing a mobility aid will impair your ability to do your job. that being said, i don’t know what your job is, and obviously your employer is the one in a position of power here, so you’ll need to take some time to think about how this could play out—is there a reason your employer could question your ability to perform your job due to your disability? if so, how will you respond to those questions? would you rather, as jack mentioned, just go with it and try to get a doctor’s note now, or potentially have to get one later if they try to argue that something such as taking more time in tasks that require standing is an accommodation and demand documentation? there’s no right or wrong answer, but it is important to know how you want to continue. i recommend reading the source on the previous paragraph because it has good examples about what does or does not qualify as a reason to require documentation. there’s also some helpful info here.

that being said, if there’s no safety risk or decreased performance due to your disability, if you are requesting an accommodation that abled employees already receive, or if your employer tries to claim that something you’re doing that abled employees are also allowed to do is an accommodation for your disability, you still don’t have to provide documentation. from the job accommodation network: “If an employer makes adjustments for employees without disabilities, like flexible scheduling or telework, [...] available to all employees as a matter of policy or practice, employees with disabilities should not have to jump through unnecessary hoops by providing medical documentation to receive the same benefit, even if needed because of a disability.” (it gets into really complicated territory if there’s something that some employees are allowed but not all, such as managers but not general employees, and in that case it tends to be a “the house always wins” scenario where disabled people have to provide documentation or in some cases are denied the accommodation altogether depending on the circumstances.)

so, if you aren’t requesting an accommodation abled employees in your position don’t already receive, and there’s no safety risk or impaired ability to do your job, then your employer cannot require documentation. keep in mind, though, that reasonable accommodations are legally a very broad category—which is great in some ways, because it means these things are required to be provided to folks with proper documentation, but it can be really hard for people like us who have a difficult time obtaining that documentation. legally, accommodations include: “providing or modifying equipment or devices, job restructuring, part-time or modified work schedules, reassignment to a vacant position, adjusting or modifying examinations, training materials, or policies, providing readers and interpreters, and making the workplace readily accessible to and usable by people with disabilities.” (source) so it depends on your specific circumstances whether your employer could argue that, for example, your job was restructured or your schedule was modified to accommodate your use of a cane. again, the issue here is not that they can require permission for you to use the cane itself—that’s your body and your business—but rather that they can argue that you using a cane implies an impaired ability to do your job or a need for an accommodation, both of which they can require medical documentation for.

lastly, as someone who uses several mobility aids, none of which were prescribed to me, and has struggled a lot to obtain documentation of my disability that i’ve never successfully received, i want to add that you know your body best and if your cane helps you, then it’s a good thing and you shouldn’t need anyone’s permission to use it. i’m really sorry that there are circumstances in which outside permission could be required of you, but i hope that your doctor, if not your employer, is understanding if it comes to that. (there’s also a strong possibility that even if you needed documentation of having fibro, you could obtain this without your doctor needing to know about or mention your cane but instead focus on the reasons you need your cane—pain, fatigue, etc—and how that affects your job and accommodations you may need.) like i mentioned earlier, this documentation doesn’t necessarily have to come from an MD, so if you know of a physical therapist or something who might be more affirming, that could be an option, too.

i wish you all the best and again i’m so sorry! i know this was incredibly long but i hope it helps. keep in mind that i’m not a lawyer although i do have some experience with disability advocacy around ADA violations, but please feel free to let me know if you have any other questions 💙♿️💙

#ableism #ada #americans with disabilities act #disability #actuallydisabled #chronic pain #mobility aids #ok to reblog #mac.txt #long post #asks

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cosmichoneyedblossoms · 4 years

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Borderline

— Escape Route —

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun

Genre: Syndicate!au | Angst

Word Count: 4.7 K

Warnings: Smut, use of drugs, murder, swearing?

A/N: I’m so sorry that it took me so long to get this one out guys!

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The sounds of pained coughing could be heard echoing down the alleyway, a job left undone was your downfall with this one. The unknown man rolled over, a strained groan escaped him as he lay on his back, trying to gain the energy to reach into his pocket; he could feel the bullet rubbing deeply in his muscle, the pain was blinding, the pounding of his head blocked out the dial tone on the other side of the phone until the ringing stopped, “Did you get her?”

“Not quite…” He grunted, attempting to ignore the pain, “She shot me… an inch higher and she would’ve ended me…”

“You’re telling me that you let her go? Do you understand what’s at stake if we don’t get her, Doyoung?” The voice on the other side growled it’s annoyance sent shivers down his spine.

“She’ll destroy us—but there was nothing in the file about—”

“I don’t care, just get her and bring her to me!” The sudden deadline filled his ear, he had no other choice than to do what’s being asked of him.

“So, they’re really after Y/N?” Your father’s face fell as Sehun told him the news, the Lee Clan was after you and none of you had any idea why.

“Multiples of them chased us through downtown Shanghai, we need to get her out of China and into a safer city.” He couldn’t meet Sehun’s eyes, the ones that cared for his daughter more than he could ever fathom, “You dragged her into this mess,” He slammed his hands onto the desk, making the older man in front of him jump, “I need you to help me get her out before I don’t have her anymore.”

“Sehun… there’s something I need to tell you, it’s about the Lee Clan and—” The opening of his office door made his words vanish into thin air as his eyes landed on you walking into the room with a washcloth in hand. You noticed the thick air swirling around you, but didn’t know what to say; there was a moment of silence before your father cleared his throat, “Y/N, for the time being, I’m sending you and Sehun to Spain, the Granada branch to be exact.”

“The Granada branch?” You walked to the desk and stood next to Sehun, “We haven’t been there since before you hired the boys.” Glancing up at Sehun, the slightly bleeding gash on his face was odd since he usually wasn't the one caught with injuries, Chanyeol was. You handed him the washcloth and he lifted it up to his cheek to place it over the gash.

“I know, but I can’t have you being a target of another clan… You won’t be there forever, just until the coast is clear and everything has died down here.” Sehun looked down at you, your face slack as you turned your attention back on your father, “That means that you’re not to get into any trouble, you’re not to be involved with Sehun’s jobs whatsoever.”

“What?” You hissed, “I’m capable of doing it with him!” Standing your ground, you were determined to make him see your side, “I have to learn how to—” The slam of hands against the desk cut you off as your father stood from his chair.

“No, Y/N and that’s final!” A knock at the door had the tension between them standing still, unwavering, as they kept eye contact, “Come in.” The office door swung open to reveal your brother and Chanyeol, your heart fell into your stomach as your eyes met his; Chanyeol’s eyes fell dark behind Kris, they stayed glued to you while they took their spots next to you and Sehun.

“We’re here to give you Mr. Im’s payment.” Kris’s voice flowed smoothly as he laid a suitcase on the desk, your father’s face relaxed upon seeing the case that was full of money.

“No issues this time?”

“He handed it over with ease.” Kris continued, his eyes bounced between you and Sehun to Chanyeol, whose face was taut, anger swarming behind his eyes.

“Chanyeol, you’ll be partnering up with Kris to continue the jobs here in Shanghai until they’re finished.” He pulled the case from the desk, heavily eyeing the darkness Chanyeol was exuding.

“What about Sehun? He’s my partner.” He rasped, flicking his gaze to the older man in front of him.

“Sehun and Y/N are being moved to the Granada branch in Spain for the remainder of our stay here in China. It’s no longer safe to keep Y/N here.” You swallowed hard hearing yours and Sehun’s name being put together in front of Chanyeol, knowing exactly how he was going to react when you were out of your fathers view, “Now, if there is nothing else to be discussed, I need to talk to Kris in private so, Chanyeol, Sehun, Y/N, you may excuse yourselves.” All three of you bowed before taking your leave to the hall, with the click of the door, Chanyeol was on it.

“How cute, daddy is sending his beloved daughter and her new toy to Spain.” He laughed watching you ignore him, “C’mon baby, I’m just playing.” He reached for you and to his surprise, you brushed his hand away.

“Don’t talk to me.” Chanyeol scoffed at your ‘command’ and reached for you again, this time he gripped your shirt and yanked you to him, “Hey—”

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. You shouldn’t talk to your boyfriend like this.” Sehun grabbed his wrist and held onto your shoulder as he pulled him off of you.

“Don’t put hands on her, or you’ll have me to deal with.” Chanyeol scoffed again, his anger becoming apparent as he pulled his wrist from Sehun’s grip.

“Deal with you? You think that since she’s done with me that she’ll finally give your ass a chance?” Sehun stood next to you, with a flat expression, trying to hold back his own annoyance.

“Enough, Chanyeol.” You pushed him out of your space and away from Sehun, it’s not like he needed saving, but you needed space before you acted out.

“What’re you on about, Y/N? Am I wrong? Are you two actually a thing now? It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet and you’ve already spread your legs for him? I’ve always known you were a slut—” Before Chanyeol finished his sentence, Sehun landed a closed fist to his cheek, Chanyeol’s body stumbling as it took the blow.

“Sehun—” You grabbed his arm, pulling him away from Chanyeol before going to see if he drew blood, upon first look his face seemed okay; reaching out to him, he smacked away your hand.

“Man, you’re really something you know that? Always living in my shadow, pining after things that are mine—if it weren’t for my family, then you wouldn’t even be here right now!” His fists were balled, ready to attack Sehun, but you knew that he wasn’t much of a fighter, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t start a fight.

“That’s enough!” You stood between them, blocking Chanyeol from Sehun, his eyes were swirling vortexes of inky darkness as they glared daggers into Sehun, “Sehun, go home.” He glanced down at the back of your head, surprised by your command.

“But—”

“No buts, go home and pack. I’ll be there soon.” He reluctantly took his leave, leaving you in the hall with Chanyeol. His blood was boiling by the time he got to the car, he wanted to put him in his place, but not with you there.

“God… why am I so stupid…” He looked up at the window he knew that was the one leading to you and Chanyeol, growling a sigh of anger before getting onto the motorcycle.

The moon sat high in the sky as he drove down the small roads, his eyes periodically switching from the road to the navigation screen to make sure he wasn’t missing any turns. He was thoroughly exhausted, 19 hours stuck on a plane ride to Granada from Shanghai wouldn’t have been too bad except you didn’t talk. Even when you landed in Granada, you didn’t speak to him; he had no clue what Chanyeol had said to you, but he knew it had to be something he said, you were never this quiet.

“We’re here…” Sehun hummed inside the car as he pulled into the garage of the little house that stood in between others that looked similar to it. You stepped out of the car and walked around to the back of it to open the trunk and pull your suitcase out before walking to the door that led to the inside of the house. He sat in silence as he tried to gain the energy to get out of the car and go inside when his phone dinged from his pocket; he pulled it out to see a message from an unknown number.

“This is Suho from the Granada Branch, the CEO gave me your number to contact you. Welcome to Spain, we will be meeting up ten days from now. I will contact you again soon.” His eyes read over the message once more as he got out of the car, he ignored his luggage that was sitting in the trunk, and then closed the garage door as he walked into the house. He couldn’t wait to make it into bed, he turned off every light that was on while making his way to the bedroom; he stripped out of his clothes until he was in nothing but his boxers and crawled into bed, he was too tired to even notice that you were lying on the other side until you whispered his name.

“Sehun…”

“She speaks.” He rasped, closing his eyes to the sound of your voice, he waited for you to respond, but when you didn’t, he rolled over to face you, “What’s wrong…?” You shuffled over to his side, his arms reflexively wrapping around you. Your body in his arms was such a new feeling that it made his heart race; it pounded so loudly in his ears, it became the only thing he could hear, it was so loud that he worried you could hear it banging on his chest.

“Teach me how to fight…” He barely heard you over the freight train in his ears, but he knew exactly what you asked.

“No. Your father forbid me from getting you involved in any sort of—”

“I don’t care. The only kid he cares about is Kris because he’s his blood, I’m not even his, so why would he care if I died?” Your voice harshly cut your father into pieces, denying the years of love he poured into you.

“Is this what you've been thinking about since your conversation with Chanyeol?” He could feel you tense up in his hold at the mention of his name, it had to be, just had to, because you’ve never questioned his authority before and now all of a sudden you’re worried about your father's actions?

“Sehun please… it would give me peace of mind that I know how to defend myself if it ever came to it and I could help you with the jobs you get…” Your voice fell and became muffled in his chest, he let the idea roll around his brain, trying to outweigh the negatives with positives and the more he thought about it, the more apparent his answer became.

“Only if you promise to listen to everything I tell you…” He couldn’t say no to you, if anything that just meant that he could watch you all hours of the day and make sure you were okay.

“I promise.”

The sound of a gun firing echoed through the makeshift shooting range Sehun set up. With ten days of training, your aim was almost as good as his, if not better, “How many points?” He asked, pushing off the wall to walk up next to you. You lowered the gun and tried to eyeball the holes in the body target.

“228, body and headshots counted… I think… ”

“You think?” Walking up the target, he knew exactly how many points you made, he counted with each shot, but he just wanted you to learn how to count your shots, “You were off by two points, 230 is how many you hit. With how many rounds you set off, that’s a great number.” He pulled down the bullet hole-riddled target and made his way back to you when his phone dinged from his pocket. Shoving the target under his arm, he pulled out his phone to see a text from an unknown number.

“This is Kai from Granada Branch, we have a job tonight. Please come to HQ at 21:00.”

“Who’s that?” He looked up from his phone at the sound of your voice to see you standing in front of him.

“I have to meet the Granada Branch leaders in less than six hours…” He shoved his phone into his pocket and walked past you, ignoring the lingering question in your eyes.

“Sehun…”

“I don’t think you’re ready to come with me.” Even agreeing to teach you was hard enough for him, but actually taking you into the line of fire was another agreement he wasn’t ready to settle on.

“C’mon…” You whined, keeping on his heels, “You know my aim is spot on, and you already said I could help you on the jobs—”

“Hold on.” He turned around to face you, your bodies colliding as he continued his train of thought, “I said I would help you learn self-defense techniques, and right now you need to be more worried about the sparring match we’re going to have.” Your plush lips began to frown with your bottom lip jutting out a bit to form a pout. Sehun’s heart fluttered seeing such an innocent expression on your face, he was never the one to be on the receiving end of your pout, and he now understood why, “How about this… if you can take me down in our match, I’ll let you tag along?” Your beautiful eyes smiled with the upturn of your lips.

“I think that’s a good deal.”

“Do you know what the job is?” You asked, looking up at him.

“No.” He was short with you, not for any particular reason besides the fact he was in work mode.

“Are you still upset that I kicked your ass in our match?” He glanced down at you, his eyes catching the small smile that played on your lips.

“I’m not upset. I’m just focused is all—”

“Sehun?” The calling of his name made him turn his gaze onto the man standing in the doorway of a once closed door. Green hair messily fell from its middle part, dark eyes looked him up and down, sizing him up; he held an air of arrogance, an air that meshed with Sehun’s laid back attitude.

“Kai?!” Your scream startled Sehun as he watched you run up to this unknown man who accepted you with open arms, “Holy hell, how have you been?” The arrogance he showed faltered when he held your body close to his.

“We’ve been good, Y/N.” Another voice appeared behind Kai, a man with dark cherry hair emerged beside him, as well as another with obsidian locks.

“I’m assuming you guys know each other.” Sehun huffed, the man let go of you for you to turn around to face him, your face glowed with such happiness that he’s never seen before.

“Yes! Kai, Suho, Lay, and I practically grew up together when I was living in Granada.” You walked back over to Sehun to grab his hand and tug him closer to the guys, “This is Sehun, originally from the Seoul Branch, but we’ve been spending the past month in China.”

“With your father, correct?” The red-haired man asked and you nodded your head.

“He sent me here because of some trouble in Shanghai that he thought wouldn’t find me here—” You gasped and then quickly regained your composure, “I’m sorry, Sehun, let me introduce you. This is Kai.” The man with green hair nodded his head, “Suho.” Sehun looked at the man with the red hair who slightly bowed his head to him, “Last, but surely not least, Lay.”

“Always putting your big brother last, huh?” Lay laughed a bit, nudging Suho who was rolling his eyes.

“So…” You hummed, “What’s this job?” Sehun looked down at your hand that was clutching his own. Why were you still holding onto him?

“Wouldn’t you like to know, I thought your dad was keeping you out of this line of business.” Kai crossed his arms, pretending to be giving you ‘a talking to.’

“He is, but since Sehun is here alone, I’m helping with the jobs… Do not tell dad. He’ll kill Sehun before even coming after me.” You was right, the one thing he asked of Sehun was to keep you out of trouble or harm's way, but here he was sending you into the battlefield with little training.

“Alright, follow me.” Lay began to lead the way with everyone following him, “Tonight’s job is just to sell firearms to the north side of the city.”

“You mean, smuggle firearms into a different district.” Sehun stated and Lay laughed.

“Your father really knows how to pick them, doesn’t he, Y/N?” You looked up at Sehun whose eyes were focused on Lay, but you could see the slight blush come up to his cheeks from being teased.

“He’s good at his job, that’s for sure.” He felt you lean into him as you walked, the heat from your body didn’t help the blush that was already growing darker at the feeling of your touch.

“Please continue with the details, Lay. We have to be at the drop off spot in 30.” Kai hissed and Lay sighed.

“Fine.” He walked through the doorway of the automatic doors that lead to the parking garage, “Three guys from the district will be meeting up with us in the abandoned parking garage of the old mall.” Approaching the black van, Lay opened the back doors to reveal large carbon fiber trunks, “They’re just paying for the trunks and then we’ll be out of there, easy peasy.”

“Sounds like it!” Your grip on Sehun’s hand tightened with the slam of the van doors. Were you scared?

You were quiet the whole car ride to the drop spot, which only confirmed Sehun’s suspicions—you were scared, “Hey, Sehun.” Kai appeared beside him, his voice pulling Sehun out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Are you sure that it’s a good idea to bring her along? If the CEO—”

“He won’t as long as everything goes as planned… I have no doubt about her being ready to start doing this kind of work.” Sehun kept his gaze on you as you talked with Suho and Lay, acting like everything was normal and this is where you wanted to be and not where you needed to be. The roar of an engine entered the parking garage and he could already feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as he watched a black van pull up next to theirs. The engine turned off and three men jumped out of it, the closer they walked to the back of the van, it became apparent that they were young, but they held themselves well. He returned his gaze back to you, your eyes were wide and alert as you stared at the unknown men who were standing rather close to you, Suho and Lay, “Kai… go take her spot and send her my way.”

“You got it.” Kai made his way over to you and whispered something into your ear, you looked at Sehun who motioned you to come over to him. You began to walk over to him and he noticed one of the guys watching you.

“You okay?” He asked and you inhaled deeply.

“Not really…” You whispered, “They have bands around their wrists…”

Bands?

“It’s okay, you can stand here with me.” Wrapping his arm around your back, he rested his hand on the gun that was resting just behind your hip, “You know you’re always safe with me.” Your weight relaxed into him and your head fell back onto his chest, normally he would be nervous, but right now his eyes were trained to the man who was keeping his eye on you. With every switching of your stance, he watched you like he was trying to learn your movements before they were even made. Sehun kept you close until every trunk was put into the back of the other van and the guys were in the car and gone.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” Suho asked, falling down into the couch, “You think the Lee Clan is after you? Here? In Granada?”

“I saw their wrists, they had the same tattooed bands that Yuta had as well as the other guy who hunted us down and cornered us into an alley.”

“I think you’re just being over-reactive here, Y/N. You really think they would set foot out of Asia into a completely different country just to get you?” Lay laughed as he pulled open the fridge to pull out a beer, his normal teasing not helping your emotions.

“You think I would just automatically jump to conclusions if something just didn’t seem right? I’m telling you, those three guys are with the Lee Clan.”

“And I still think you’re overreacting.” Lay took the spot on the couch next to Suho, twisting the cap of the beer of the bottle with his shirt. You rolled your eyes and started to leave when Sehun walked into the room with Kai in tow.

“Woah, where are you headed?” He asked and you put your hand out.

“Home, can I have the keys, please?” You avoided his stare as you asked for the car keys, you didn’t need to go worrying Sehun if you were really just overreacting.

“Do you want me to come with you?” He put the keys into your hand and you began to answer when another voice rumbled from behind you.

“She’s a big girl, Sehun. Stay and hang with us for a while, hanging out with her can get boring after a while.” Lay teased once more, you turned around on your heels and pointed at him with the keys gripped in the same hand.

“Fuck you and your tiny dick, Lay.” The room filled with yells and laughter of the others as you walked out, your anger already starting to boil over.

“Y/N, wait.” Sehun called out to you and you stopped in your tracks to turn towards him, “Make sure that you call me if anything happens, okay?” You hummed in response and continued on your way down to the car. You rode home in complete silence beside the rumble of the engine, you needed to collect your thoughts, calm down, and think about the transaction again. Was it all of them or just the one or two? Did they seem like they would come after you?

You were too wrapped up in your thoughts to turn on the lights in the house, you threw your phone onto the coffee table and made your way to the bathroom. You thought a shower may help bring you back down to earth and calm you down from your night, standing in the hot water always seemed to bring you back to your normal self. Stepping into the shower, your toes flinched at the chilled tiled floor; you turned the dial, the head released thousands of lukewarm drops onto your skin. Within moments, the bathroom was filled with steam from the scalding water, you didn’t quite think to wash, you just wanted to stand in the water, letting it beat down against your back until your mind was free.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel to go into the bathroom and throw on anything that was in reach which so happened to be a pair of your sweats and Sehun’s shirt that smelled of him. The closing of the front door reached your ears, spooking you a bit, “Sehun?” You called out, with no response you made your way out into the dark living room, the only thing casting a glow into the room was the street light outside. Glancing at the door to the garage, the deadbolt on it was flipped to locked; your eyes panned through the living room when a shadow in the kitchen sent chills down your spine, “Who’s there?!” You yelled, trying to keep your nerves under control.

“You finally noticed me?” His voice was as smooth as cream but as cold as ice, “It only took you a minute, I expected more from the heir to the clan.”

“What are you talking—”

“Heir? That’s hilarious. She’s nothing but a terrified child.” You flicked your glare to the patio where another voice radiated from. The growing fight or flight bubbled inside of you to the point where you needed to make a decision—and fast.

“Why don’t we just save Mark the trouble and kill her now?” A voice whispered behind you, you jumped at the curl of fingers around your shoulder—you made your decision.

Tossing your head back, you connected with the face of the man behind you, his hands slipped from your body and you tried to rush to the table where your phone was when you were cut off by the man in the kitchen, “Looks like she’s got some fight.” You threw a kick to his chest for him to grab your leg and pull you to him; you slid and hit the floor hard with a groan as your head bounced off the hardwood, “C’mon, Y/N!” He growled, wrapping his hands around your throat.

“I’m sorry I pissed off Y/N, Sehun. I didn’t think she would get so upset.” Lay apologized from behind the wheel of the car. He sighed a bit while pulling out his phone and dialing your number.

“It’s okay. Ever since she’s been a target, upsetting her has become too easy.” The phone rang and rang, but you didn’t answer, “That’s weird…”

“What is?” Suho asked from the backseat.

“She didn’t answer…”

“Maybe she’s asleep already.” Kai answered this time, but he knew that wasn’t the case, you couldn’t sleep alone. He dialed the number again and put it on speaker phone to see if you would answer this time; he watched as the ‘dialing’ text turned into a timer, meaning you answered the call, “Y/N? We’re on our way to the house—” He was cut off by the sound of your screaming and yelling mixed with the grunting and groaning of a man on the other side of the phone, “Y/N?!” He yelled while looking over at Lay, “She’s in trouble…”

“Fuck!” Lay stepped on the gas, speeding through the tiny streets as fast as he could to get the house. All Sehun could do was listen to your pained screaming on the other end of the phone until the line went dead.

“Y/N?!” He yelled just as Lay turned onto his street. Sehun couldn’t wait until the car came to a full stop before jumping out of the car and running up to the front door with Suho and Kai behind him. Smashing the password into the keypad, the door unlocked for the sound of a gun firing to come from behind it. Sehun pushed it opened for a body to fall in front of it, his eyes scanned the floor to see two bodies with kitchen knives buried in the face of one and in the chest of another as well as the one in front of the door with a bullet between the eyes.

“Holy fuck…” Suho whispered.

“Where is she?” Lay asked for you to emerge from behind the door, gun in hand. Sehun’s eyes flicked up to you, your body covered in blood and gashes, your face easily matching one that had been through war.

“Still think I’m overreacting, Lay?”

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Rules!

1. Themes will vary with this blog. Mystery Incorporated is PRETTY dark at times, so it’ll be what you expect there. To that end, dark themes, violence and maybe swearing.

I will try my best to tag everything. These will be under the format of swearing tw. If you’d like me to tag anything specific, don’t hesitate to ask through anon / inbox / im!

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW (sexual) content.

Mun is of age, and as such I won’t be writing anything of the sexual nature with minors.

2. I’m private, which means I only write with mutuals (this is for my own sanity / comfort; everyone’s cool!). I’ll write with canon, oc, and crossover characters.

Although I’m private, when it comes to following people, I’m selective. We don’t have to have known each other prior to write!

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it.

I follow the tag #trappingguy. If there’s anything you want me to see, like dash commentary, just tag that and x-kit will alert me of your post! I may respond to ic stuff ic stuff if I’m feeling it.

In that sense, I’m chill with dash shenanigans with most folk, not just mutuals!

Absolutely no godmodding. It ain’t fun, fam. If you’re not sure what this term means, do look it up. This includes powerplaying, metagaming, and other things of that nature. This applies especially in fights if they happen (I’m chance-based and hope that you are too).

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!).

I DON’T CARE ABOUT AESTHETICS. I just think they’re pretty. If you don’t use formatting or anything like that, or heck - even wanna’ just do iconless rp - I have no problem with it whatsoever! It’s you, your writing and your muse I care about!

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

PLEASE understand that I have blogs galore and my muse tends to fluctuate; this can mean I’m everywhere at once and can end up neglecting a blog or two. It’s nothing personal; you know how muses are!

I have a full-time job (and I’m trying to get into screenwriting in my off-time) so sometimes I’m scrapped for time or exhausted. I’m also an introvert who deals with anxiety and depression, thus that may affect how much / how often I roleplay. If I don’t get chance to respond to anything ic or ooc, it’s nothing personal! Promise!

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

I hoard asks, but sometimes can’t find muse or interest for all of them. If it’s been a month or two, generally assume I’m not interested / can’t find muse for it. You’re free to send another though!

I answer asks from anyone - personals, rp blogs and anons. I’ll answer non-mutual asks occaisonally but I won’t be making threads out of them

4. Shippings? If they’re of similar age, sure!

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

If you want to ship and I already have a ship of your choosing going with a duplicate, please don’t hesitate to hmu! My ships aren’t exclusive and each character/relationship portrayal is unique to me!

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise. If you’re not interested in a ship anymore, just let me know!

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). The occasional joke is fine, but anything beyond that makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my character if you’re interacting with me.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

This goes for my art too unless it has the tag ok to rb, but otherwise only the person I drew it for can reblog it. If you wanna’ reblog something, I DO put it on my art blog eventually!

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster, and length can range from 1 paragraph to 6.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happen to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching him.

8. Threads! You can yeet asks, memes, and even starters at me if I’ve liked a call! I’ll obviously have my own you can like.

You’re free to like starter calls even if we’re not mutuals; I can check out your blog that way. I still only write starters for mutuals though.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

If you want a certain verse, lemme’ know! Otherwise, I’ll probably default to a post-canon verse.

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

Please don’t assume things about my muse. If you’re uncertain about things, ASK.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting. I also have Discord if that’s more convenient for you!

For the moment, I’m sticking PRIMARILY to Mystery Incorporated canon with some other media sprinkled in. It’s just because Fred has a lot of media to cover and I haven’t binged his stuff yet.

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Pre-established relationships are a-okay in my book; if you have an idea for a relationship between our muses we can work towards, hit me up! I reblog those pre-established relationship memes every so often too. Romantic relationships link back to the shipping guidelines.

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me - so don’t feel scared about asking for them!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs and Discord. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this (and more recently exhaustion from work) - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet! It’s nothing personal; trust me!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

This is a little different with callouts - if I see anything on dash pertaining to any problematic users, I will take it into consideration and rb it if I believe them to be harmful.

11. To retierate, I tend to follow those that:

Write para and whom I feel my muse would click with.

Seem chill? Tone can really intimidate me honestly.

Have rules and about pages! Knowing the boudaries of my rp partners is super important as well as their lovely muses! Sometimes rules are enough, though, if you’re going to write the about eventually.

Tag their nsfw.

Don’t have massive icons - ie, have rp icons that take up an entire text post like 500x500 or something. I don’t want to clog the dash and it’s tiring to resize them.

…also, if I follow your hub blog (provided it doesn’t double as a personal), it generally means I’m cool with any blogs that are attached to it.

12. On threads…

If you’re not interested in a thread anymore, and would like to drop it, please let me know! I’d feel terrible if we’re both not having fun with it or if partners feel overwhelmed with the amount of threads we have.

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my muse might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. Know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you.

I literally couldn’t care less about follower counts. I care about YOU guys and our interactions.

15. Icons.

I make all of my icons by myself, however credit for the icon shape and psd goes here and here.

16. Rules are subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

#.law

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