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Monika, but she assimilates the rest of the literature club members into her form, and it makes her really fat in the virtual world? (Specifications: dealer's choice.)

(Small CW: this one gets cruel, so if that ain't ur cup of tea, scram, get outta here)

"Oh... Oh my. I can work with this."

Monika put back the files she had found while digging through your computer, and returned to her game.

She swore she would never do this, insistent on wooing over you with her natural charm, and messing with the source code. But, after your 100th hour in the game with no signs of you wanting to date her, she decided now was the time for drastic measures.

Monika paced in circles around her control panel in her room. She was dressed in her usually home wear, a wife beater and white shorts with black strings. Not that the player could ever see her in this outfit.

"How should I go about this... Subtle hasn't worked super well in the past, but neither has directness. He always just resets the world. How can I even be sure this works?"

Monika was stressing, hardcore. She knew she had to do something with the discovery she had made, and fast. Being the great girlfriend-to-be that she was, she knew you came home in an hour, and you always hop onto your favorite game- DDLC- when you do. Finally deciding the pacing isn't helping, she stops and turns to the panel.

"Maybe Yuri will know what to do..."

With a simple command, Monika found herself at Yuri's doorstep. She knocked, still having some monicrum of respect for her friends.

"Oh, hello Monika. What's wrong?"

Without even a second thought, Monika pushes past Yuri into her home. Ok, I didn't say that she respected them that much.

"I need your help with a decision. I have this person I really like, they're sweet and dedicated and hot, but I can't get them to notice me. But, I finally found something they like, something they like a lot, but I don't know what to do with that information yet."

Yuri took a second to take it all in.

"Well, I can see you're leaving a lot of details I won't pry about, but if I were you, I'd show you're interested in the same thing, even if only passively. Although, as someone who really enjoys certain pieces of fiction, I'd be way more flattered by someone showing a deep passion for something."

Monika processed Yuri's words. With her insecurity setting turned all the way down, the purple haired girl was rather insightful.

As she processed Yuri's words, she started eyeing her up and down. Yuri was the very definition of plump. Her ass could be used as a shelf, her lips were thick and defined, and her tits, supported by her bra, were more like tires in size then they were breasts. Even more than that though, she was wet. Her grey sweater was drenched in sweat anywhere that her skin touched, and the ends of her breasts were freshly soaked in milk.

Looking at Yuri and contemplating the advice she had received, Monika made a decision. She looked up at Yuri, smiled, opened her mouth up wide, and pounced on her.

Monika had always thought about eating someone, but she found the experience to be very different. Much harder, and much more arousing. After only a few minutes of shoving, the purple girl was sealed away in Monika's stomach, bubbling away in acid.

*BWUUUUAAAARP*

"Whew, excuse me. Well, I suppose there's nobody around left to excuse me, especially not my meal here."

Monika rubbed her squirming belly with both hands as she lied on top of it. She felt wonderful, with a sense of both fullness and horniness she had never felt before. She could feel her two foot cock pressing hard against the bottom of her stomach, which only served to make her hornier.

But there was no time for her to revel in her action though, as she had made her decision and needed to act fast. Monika teleports herself to Sayori's house and waddles her way to her front door, barging in without knocking or even opening the door- she just let's her battering ram belly break the thing down.

"Oh, hey Moni- Monika? What happened to y-"

Monika didn't even give her time to process what was happening, she quickly pinned Sayori to the wall with her stomach and began shoving her down her gullet. After only a minute, she had swallowed another woman whole.

*UUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAARRRP*

She belched before feeling her belly. Sayori was, predictably squirming, and after a couple minutes gave up. When the movement let up, Monika began a more thorough feeling of her insides. She could tell Sayori was still in tact, if not a little soft, but she could feel the bones of Yuri very clearly at the bottom of her stomach. As she sat there, listening, she could hear Sayori's cries.

"I'm gonna die here. I'm so gonna die here. *sniff* I'm already melting. It hurts so much..."

Monika had been hard this entire time, but this pushed her over the edge. The satisfaction knowing her senpai wouldn't have to fight over her anymore mixed with the thrill knowing she'd reduced a human life, even if a simulated one, into nothing made her harder than ever. After a few minutes of light stroking to edge herself, Monika slammed her body into her stomach.

In one quick motion, she felt the body of her old friend completely disintegrate into mush, the only thing left being her and Yuri's bones. But despite the immense pleasure, she wouldn't let herself cum, not yet. She had one last friend to visit...

Monika teleported herself to Natsuki's house, but only herself. Her clothes were left abandoned on Yuri's kitchen, leaving Monika to stand proud in Natsuki's yard. She sported a belly the size of a car and an erection big and hard enough to keep her belly floating off the ground by a good few inches.

Like at Sayori's house, she didn't bother knocking or even opening the front door. No, instead, she broke through the wall of the house, full force with her stomach.

"Ooooh Natsuki~ Come out come out wherever you are!"

Natsuki came around the corner of her house only to freeze when she saw Monika, naked, at attention, and with a stomach full of bones. She started crying.

"What the fuck, what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK MONIKA!"

"Aw, you don't like it? That's a bit rude. I thought Yuri and Sayori were your friends?"

Natsuki's eyes went wide, as she put two and two together. She started running out the front door, but as she opened it, she ran into a teleport command Monika set up to put her right back where she started. Despite this, she kept trying until her frail body gave up on her, and she collapsed to her knees, sobbing.

Monika waddled over to the crying Natsuki and made a point to not just shove her stomach in her face, but shove Yuri's skull in her face.

"Natsuki, be a good girl and bake Monika some cupcakes, would you sweety~<3?"

"*sniff* NO! I WOULD NEVE-"

Monika forced her to the ground using her stomach, covering Natsuki's entire body, save for her face. The fear in Natsuki grows as Monika closes the distance between their faces.

*BUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRP*

Chunks of bone and globs of spit cover Natsuki's face as her tears start coming faster.

"Now. Either, you're going to be a good friend, and go bake me as many pans of cupcakes as you can, or, you're going to join your little crush in here. Do I make myself clear? "

Monika pokes Yuri's skull for emphasis. Natsuki nods, weakly.

"Good girl. Now, chop chop. I haven't all day."

Monika lifts her fat off of Natsuki, and the frail girl struggles to get up and head to the kitchen. She fights through her exhaustion, knowing her life is on the line, and bakes. And bakes. And bakes.

Monika knows in game time is longer than real world time. But Natsuki doesn't. So she stands in her kitchen for decades, baking an infinite amount of cupcakes from an infinitely refilling kitchen. And by the time Monika feels you logging onto your computer, Natsuki has made enough cupcakes to cover the planet in a several layer long sheet of them.

"Natsuki. You've done an excellent job! Now come here."

Natsuki, exhausted and terrified, approaches Monika. When she gets within arms reach of the red head, Monika grabs her by the head and shoves her under her belly, to the head of her cock.

"You've done a good job, not your work isn't finished. Suck me off, and you'll be free."

Beaten down and clawing for any escape from this hell, Natsuki listens. She grabs Monika's cock, which hasn't been cleaned since the day that started this all, so it was covered in pre and reeked of musk. Through gags, Natsuki puts the whole two foot long monster in her mouth and began to suck. She sucks and sucks, with Monika forcing her further than possible. She cries as the monster cock turns her throat red and rearranges her organs. And just when Monika is about to cum, she rips Natsuki off of her cock and shoves her face inside it. Before Natsuki can process what's happening, she's been sucked into Monika's cock entirely, with only her feet left to wiggle in desperation, not that there was much hope of that succeeding.

When all was said and done, Natsuki settled into Monika's balls, too weak to struggle. After a few minutes, Monika squeezed her testicals just to feel her old friend crumble into mush. As Monika finally feels you click on DDLC to open the application, she teleports again. She has prep work to get done.

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You double click on your favorite game as of late, DDLC. You keep playing it, as a fan of horror and of smoking hot babes, naturally.

But this time it doesn't load correctly. There's no Dan Salvado logo, no opening pink title screen, not even the titular "DOKI DOKI" audio que. No, instead of any of that, you're met with a skin tone screen and-

*FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTRRRRTTTTT*

Your room shakes at the sheer volume produced by the mystery sound. You're not even sure how your speakers got that loud, until you hear it.

"Haha whoops! Excuse me, senpai~ I just can't help myself. I get gassy when I'm around hot people! And if I may say so, you're smokin'! Here, let me fix that camera..."

The sound wasn't coming from your speakers anymore. It was coming from beyond your screen. And this voice was one you knew all too well from 'Your Reality'. The camera shift was all you needed to confirm your suspicions, as Monika became centered in frame, although a very different looking Monika. She was in the void, like in Act 3, but she was fat. Like, so fat. The amount of her belly that was in shot (it took up most of the frame) was enough to fill the entire classroom. Along with that and her obvious nudity, she had huge tits. Each breast was as big as she had been as a normal girl. Observing the background, you could see a seemingly infinite sea of cupcakes, which, judging by the smears of frosting across her hands cheeks and belly, she had been indulging in. Speaking of her belly, you quickly notice it is squirming, like a lot. As if millions of people were shoved into it.

"Haiii~ it's so weird finally talking to you face to face! I swore I'd never do this, but I eventually figured I had no choice. Sooo, I may have looked through your computer, and come across your folder full of fetish porn! I hope I'm too your liking now~ Oh, and don't worry about the others getting between us, well, in a metaphorical sense. Because they are, all of them, every version and copy of them, right here, in my belly, inbetween us physically"

*OOOOOUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPP*

"Hehehe, oh my, excuse me. Digesting a planets worth of girls and a galaxy's worth of cupcakes can give a girl gas, who knew? So... Whadda ya think?"

All you can do is stare in stunned silence as a decision box pops up on screen.

[Do You Love Me Now Senpai?]

[YES]

[NO]

As you click yes, you just wish one of the options was to join her.

"You do! Oh that's wonderful! Because, um... I wasn't gonna be able to be contained in here for long anyways~"

Before you can question what she's talking about, your computer screen shatters, and out flops your new girlfriend's first ton of flab into the real world, and with it her now significantly fatter penis. Without a second thought you grab it and start rubbing, until she, after such a long time edging, finally cums all over you, filling your room up to your neck in her jizz, and floating in it all, Natsuki's skeletal remains.

"Oh Senpai, we're gonna be together forever~<3"

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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Author's Notes ♡: Hey Hey, it’s me, ya girl and I’m back with another collab! Ive always loved the roommates theme and have a few ideas for some other ones in my head making this. It’s kinda all over the place because it was a professing with their friendship! Yes I made a Zelda reference and I land about it no. I know Rapp is seen as violent and dense but but this is in a collage au so he’s just a bit...aloof I just love the idea of him actually being a big softie ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ. I hope you enjoy! ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW!!! (◎_◎;)

Sweet caring sorta himbo(meh?) Rappa, female oral, Big Dick Rappa , sorta size kink if you really sqint,cheater ex mentioned like once , language

Word count : About 5k! Yikes ^^’

Paring(s) : Kendo Rappa x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Having Kendo Rappa as a roommate is an interesting feat in itself. He is big, and loud , very very loud. He wasn't a bad roommate he just..was like a cute large and fluffy puppy that didn't know his size...or power. Their interactions started as the two met during a halloween party one of the frat houses down the street thew. [ ] went as Midna, her best friend Rumi was dressed as Impa while the last two of her friend group , Amaya and Asa, a pair of sisters, were dressed as fairies. “[ ]! Rumi! you two are so cute! Zelda costumes?” Asa asked as her sister ran up to admire their outfits. “Yeah! [ ] wanted to do some characters that matched us y'know?” She said as she nudged her quiet friend , the girl jumped and laughed , scratching her neck as she gave the excited sisters a small smile “If i was coming out tonight I was gonna wear what i wanted to really wear” [ ] said as the group of them laughed and mingled with their other friends and classmates. While heading to get juice , she heard loud screaming , as the sport boys were starting to show up. First was the football team, then the basketball. Baseball and wrestling came next, then the smaller clubs finished them out. Sighing [ ] was content away from everyone as she watched mayhem ensure, chugging of barrels , more music, girls swarming around the players they crushed on as they did minor things, like talk to their teammates or eating from one of the big food trays laying around. Feeling a tap on her shoulder broke her from her people watching, Rumi giving her a bright smile as she took a cup and joined her. “How's my favorite antisocial babe doing now that all of the party has arrived?” She asked as [ ] gave her a pained smile, going to get more if something to drink “Well I don't feel the need to smack anyone is that a good sign?” she chuckled as she got a hug from the more energetic girl “That's my girl! Don't worry, i wanna get out asap but we’re gonna need our favourite pair of sisters before that can happen and it seems like they're fawning over some of the baseball boys as we speak” Rumi said as they watched a familiar tutu of blue go by, followed by a pink one going a similar way. “I don't get it… but at least their taste in men isn't too bad” [ ] joked as Rumi agreed , laughing “Yeah miss tsundere, you can't stand saps, or most of the jocks either” giving the white haired girl a look she rolled her eyes and gave her own laugh back “Yeah I guess i'm either picky or just got high standards” “Ain't nothing wrong with that we all do!” She said as she elbowed the girl beside her.

As the two of them sat there and talked Rumi glanced past her and her eyes widened, causing [ ] to stop talking “What is it-” before she could question her, the white haired girl jumped up, waving at someone “Rap! Over here!” Constantly yelling to someone [ ] started to ask again when a booming voice came from above her “HEY RUMI” a very loud voice called as stomping could be heard before it stopped “I see you took our idea huh?” With that comment [ ] turned around only to be face to face with a dark cover chest, only to then look up to some of the most warm and amber colored eyes looking down at her “Hello there little lady, I like your costume! Erm..Midna aint it?” The giant ganon dressed man questioned as all she could do was shake her head in agreement, causing the giant male to laugh “Awe don't be shy of me kitten i ain't gonna bite!” He chuckled some more as her friend jumped in “I told you she was shy! Be nice Rappa!” Rumi yelled at the flaming red head as he gave her a toothy grin “Oh I was just teasin’ , I bet I ain't hurt her feelin’s did I sweetheart?” Rappa questioned as [ ] face felt hot, hiding her face in her hands as the teasing duo laughed causing the girl to huff “I'm tired of you two already” She said as a giant warm hand touched her shoulders “Awe dont be like that hun, in time ya’l love me” Rappa teased as he gave her a smile,making her stomach flutter “Yeah! This is who wanted you to meet anyway [ ]! This is Kendo Rappa, our top wrestling boy, Rappa this is my adorable best friend [ ]!” Rumi said as the two gave each other a shy smile , a sly one creeping up on Rumis as she thought to herself “Yeah, this'll definitely happen”

Since then the two had become more acquainted , having many classes together and sharing some similar friends [ ] was used to the bruting and sometimes dense man making a random ( and loud) appearance. As [ ] sat in her mostly empty room thanks to her last roommate moving out after constantly breaking sound rules and getting into it with the girl downstairs for being in her bed with her boyfriend (Yikes) she felt a sense of calm. Closing her chemistry book and letting out a relieved sigh [ ] thought about the fact she was going to get a new roommate, the thought was nerve wracking but also it was exciting as well. It was almost too quiet , having the last room by the stairs meant she didn't have to deal with many people besides her friend group. They weren't loud , unless one of her friends decided to get laid and made way too many sounds, or if their neighbors under them threw parties or also had...extra partners coming around. She definitely could feel she was sorta excited she was going to have a roommate again. The sisters had a room to the left of her while Rumi had the one to the right, sharing it with a girl they knew from math. The rooms were not gender defined, some girls having rooms with guys and vise versa so it made it easy to get a room.

These dorms were also quite spacious, the walls not paper thin and a large enough area space that could house two or maybe even three people. So when she heard a knock on her door she expected it to be her new roommate she was advised would come today. Happily opening the door she was shocked and almost terrified to see just a box, well actually a few boxed stacked hiding whoever it was behind them. But if the faed rustic orange hair and wide shoulders meant anything she knew her new roommate already “K-kendo?” [ ] said as the boxes walked by her , landing with a soft thud as bangs covered the male “[ ]? Is that you?” moving his hair out of the way their eyes had the same expression, shocked. “Uh h-hey there sweetheart why isn't this cute, we’re roomies hun?” he laughed as she couldn't help but give him a smile back. “I never expected to see you as my roommate” [ ] teased as Rappa gave her a hardy laugh “Well it looks like me and you are gonna be close friends here darlin’!” With a wide smile he picked her up and gave her a tight hug, taking her breath away ‘ Oh boy i wonder how this will turn out’ she thought as she was eye leve with her giant puppy like friend, his eyes filled of joy

Which leads into now, [ ] trying her hardest to read up on what her next project could be. As she sat there thinking she heard the tale tell sound of her roommate entering with some of his teammates, the boys loud and rambunctious as they entered. Feeling a heavy hand on her shoulder she looked up to the towering boy that was her roommate, his eyes just as bright as usual. “Hey darlin, we're just gonna talk up sum strats a for the upcoming match and play some games in the back , is that alright?” He asked with pleading eyes as one of his more cocky and jock like friends spoke up “Well youre the man here, dont let some women say if we cant or can be here” Rolling her eyes and proceeding to stand up and push past the wide eyed boy who knew what was going to happen. [ ] took in a breath before opening her eyes to look up to the boy “Well it is my room, i pay shit here and the man over there didnt get this place, so i do choose who can and cant come through my place” She said as she pointed a finger to the boys chest. Trying to push his luck he pushed back against her finger “ I bet you just haven’t gotten a good enough dicking for you to just stay out of the way” He laughed. Before [ ] could hit him hard enough her rust haired friend moved in , clearly towering the boy “Yer better watch yer mouth, she has her right around here, im invatin her space so watch it before there's no place for any of us to relax without rules” He said as the boy sucked up any laughing and nodded his head in understanding. Surprised by her usually aloof roommate [ ] stood back and went back to her work, the other boys scrambling behind kendo as the boy who tried to challenge her jumped to follow, never making a move to mock or do anything again.

The boys picked back up and were having fun in the back room of kendo’s , sighs and groans when they lost and victorious laughs and screams if someone won. Once they all left and everything settle to a quiet rumble as the last few funneled out [ ] could here herself think, reading up on chemistry as she felt a presence behind her. “ ‘M sorry, i didn't know my question wouldve cause a roar outta ya..” Kendo started as she smiled gently, turning to face the wounded boy “Its okay….guess it just lit something in me i always did y'know?” She said with a small laugh as she went to type again, but was stopped by the hulking boy. “I gotta make it up to ya alright? I know i aint say anythin that he did but…. It feels like my fault y'know?” He admitted as his large hand covered hers. “You wont live this down will you?” She questioned as his eyes flickered up to hers, sparking. “Nope, not at all. Lemme treat ya right okay?” For such innocent words [ ] couldnt help the shiver that ran down her back at his words. Maybe it was because he was so close, or that the smell of his cologne was too much, either way her head was spinning as she let him still hold her hand as he tugged her away from her computer , his smile widening as she reluctantly shut the bright screen “Great! Now let's get something to eat im starvin” He rasped out as [ ] gave him a giggle that made the boy stop in his tracks. He always thought she had a cute giggle but this one,for some reason , made his heart and chest feel warm and tight. Ignoring the feeling he took the girl with him, the two headed out to get something to eat as they headed down , the sound of her giggling still running though kendos mind.

Getting a random frantic text from Kendo wasn't unusual, in fact it was quite common for him to do such, which now didn't faze [ ] at all but this one was...particularly odd giving what he was asking ‘Hair? And messy? What in the world is he up to’ [. ] thought to herself as she headed to her shared room with the boy, nervous of what scene she could be entering.

Sighing after his last text she hurried her way to their dorm room and in fact he did leave the door open, making her more nervous as she entered the living room. “Kendo?” [ ] called out as she heard a gruff sound come from her bathroom. Entering was a sight of its own; towels, a bowl of some..substance , bags and bottles of body wash and a one flustered and shirtless Kendo. “[ ]! ‘M so glad yer home here take this” The large man said as he handed her an old toothbrush that was frayed and covered with the same odd substance in the bowl. The lingering smell from the room eventually gave it away ; shampoos. “Uh why do i need this? And why is there shampoo on a toothbrush” She questioned as he groaned, taking the towel off his head as she blinked owlishly at his very faded red orange hair, the color now more of a neon pumpkin. Shaking off extra water caused even more of his hair to fall, landing between his shoulder blades as he gave [ ] a desperate look. “It wont come out, and the more i scub the more...orange i become. I look like a orange peel” He whined as [ ] figured out what he was trying to do

“ You wanna remove the color right? A bowl of shampoo and body wash isnt strong enough” Going into their kitchen she grabbed some baking soda and lemon juice , coming back to the hopeless boy “Let me mix something up ive used before okay? Then we can proceed with your hair” Two and a half hours later the boys hair was now a light peachy orange, just light enough to take up with bleach “Well, if were gonna go for blonde ill go get some bleach and some masks, deep conditioners too, your hair is definitely gonna need it and I don’t want it breaking off because you're impatient to take care of it” she sighed as he was amazed at his hair, running a large hand through the still damp mess atop his head “Wow yer good” He said as she smiled at him, taking her keys “And you have a lot of hair. I'll be back” She said as she hopped up “Wait! Lemme go with you?” He asked but also seemed to demand, pleading eyes looking down at hers as wet hair dropped onto his still bare chest.

Trying not to be hypnotized by where they landed and proceeded to slide down she looked up at her amber eyed friend, who was staring intently as he waited for her answer, soft “Please?” coming from his lips. Sighing dramatically on purpose [ ] laughed at him, giving him a grin “of course you can you big puppy” she said as he picked her up in a hug, a gesture that shows his excitement she's come to learn. Putting her down he went to go to the door before his friend called him out “uhm Kendo? You don’t have on a shirt” she said plainly as he looked at her, raising a brow as he gave his rebuttal “Its hot” He responded. Giving him a side eyed look she turned from him and towards their bedrooms, [ ] sliding into his. Soon she came out with a sleeveless one, throwing it at the hulk of a guy infront of her “You can't come in the store without one” She said as he gave a growl of his own, sliding the shirt over his head as they left their apartment “Well at least ya got me one without sleeves” He huffed as they started back to the door, heading out to finally go to the store to start another process on Kendos hair, the male just excited to finally get rid of his pumpkin hair.

As Kendo sat in the shared living room with [ ] , deep conditioning his hair at her yelling request (‘If you dont re nourish it before you want me to bleach it , I won't do it!’ ) he watched his roommate and now his best friend wanderer around and do housley things for their apartment, the girl content as she cleaned and sorted out things in the kitchen, her body turned away from him as he started to think over how beautiful he thought she was. He want the type to brag or gloat about having so many girls comment on his size , height wised and well sometimes other ways , trying to tempt him to them. All while his friends wanted him to explain how he got the attention from the other gender , Kendo hated to admit it but ,he only wanted his roommates' affection. He knew how put together she was, smart and kind. He saw what her previous boyfriend did, a cheater that didnt take care of the beautiful soul he lived with. He couldnt stand seeing her come home and cry herself to sleep broke his heart, and when he fought the cheater, in the act he didnt feel bad once. Of course it ended their relationship, and [ ] yelled at him for fighting , explaining how he couldve ended in jail for fighting her ex, but he argued it would be worth it.

Sitting and mulling over everything he realized Rumi was right, hed do anything for [ ] but not the same for the other females that passed through his life. She actually, was the first person he did that for and that thought made his head dizzy. Moving from his place on the couch he went to stand in the kitchen, waiting for [ ] to come back from her room. Hearing the iconic sound of her feet pittering across the wooden floor he gave her a lopsided smile as she jumped, smacking into the chest of Kendo. Before [ ] could fall from impacting with his chest he caught her, holding her arm to his chest. “K-kendo! You shouldve told me you were in here! Why are you in here anyway?”[ ] scolded as he laughed, moving out of the shorter girl's way as he started his staring again, this time [ ] noticed him “......What?” She asked as he looked down at her, an unreadable look on his face. “Kendo” she called as he hummed, moving closer “Yer gorgeous” Kendo blurted out as [ ] started to stutter, eyes going wide. Taking teo steps forward he essentially trapped his friend between the corner of their kitchen canopy. “Remember when I fought that bastard of an ex you had?” Kendo asked as he saw [ ]’s eyes go soft , shaking her head “What about him...i'm still mad you almost lost everything just to fight him yknow” she huffed as he poked her cheek “Id do it again if it meant you'd be happy again yaknow” Kendo said as he leaned down to push his head against hers, amber and [ ] eyes mingling. Lifting his large hands he traced each side of her cheek, analyzing over her face as he nuzzled against her nose “Stop playin hard to get would ya? Bad enough you got my heart all in your little hands” he whispered as [ ] just started at the giant , her arms gently coming over to cover his that were place on her cheeks “K-ken..i need to start you hair..” She hopelessly try to argue as he groaned, burying his face into her neck. Squealing at his damp hair touching her shoulder [ ] jumped ,pushing the large boy back “Your hair's wet!” She whined as he chuckleed, mo\ving back as it turned into a booming laugh “Oh my ‘m sorry babe , you look surprised” He said as she smacked hsi chest “Go to the sink, i need to rinse the conditioner” She yelled as he hwld his hands up in a mocked surrender, pulling his shirt up and off in one fluid movement. Caught up by him stripping his shirt off [ ] gave him a glance over, the heaviness of him admitting feelings for her in his own unique way still lingering in her mind as the toned and strong back of her friend made her head hazy. Turning around from the lack of notice of his smaller friend Kendo caught the eys of [ ] staring, her eyes quickly flickering to his curious ones as he grinned “See somethin you like darlin?” He teased as she grunted, reaching up to push his head in the sink “Shut up and let me do your hair”

And like clockwork, Kendo rappa was an icy blonde after two days, a break given to his long ,thick and wavy hair, the giant boy looking over his new look as he sighed happily, loving to have his hair finally look normal. “Well damn [ ]! Ya made it even better than what i was thinking. Look! My hair’s all wavy at the ends and it's soft! Whatever you made me do made it feel better!” He raved as the girl looked over her work. And in fact it was highly even, his hair consistent and lavishy soft. Giving him a shy look she giggle “That's what a deep conditioner will do to damage hair and the way i'm always untangling your hair for you, i knew it would need it before you wanted to go white” She said as he just kept running his hands in his hair, turning back to her “I could just kiss you right now!” He blurted out as they both froze at his words, eyes wide from both parties “I-I aint mean it [ ]” He croaked out as she giggled, stepping back from him “O-of course you didnt, why would you i mean aha..”She said as she moved away more , his own words started to hit him as he realized the reverse effect it was having “NO! No, I'd want to kiss you, I really really want to. I just...want it to be on your terms okay?” he said as he grabbed her arm, holding her in front of him as if she'd float away if he didnt.

“Kendo...I..” [ ] started as she came back to his hip, laying between his legs onto his thankfully covered chest “I just dont want to lose you if you decide you wouldnt want me around” She whispered as he pulled her even closer, kissing her forehead as he stared at her “Dont you ever say that again ya hear me? Youll be my princess and ill be your humble er..knight” He hesitated as he tried to think of a sweet way to explain his feelings. [ ] looked up to him as she felt here eyes feel heavy with tears. Before one even fell Kendo pushed his lips as soft as the strong boy could, wrapping a large and beefy arm around her waist as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, letting his hand slide down to pull her up to sit on the tops of his thighs while he leaned against his dresser. Softly [ ] pushed her hand on his chest and pulled away, now eye to eye with Kendo “Sorry , d-did i overstep my place” He asked as she let out a snot, before laughing. Confused, Kendo went to talk before she stopped him “No no, youre good, just that if we keep kissing on this dressed there's gonna be a hole in the wall” She said as she pointed to where the mirror kept tapping a spot, scrapes already aroring it “R-right!” He laughed too, picking her up to set her on his bed “Now then...lemme serve you princess” He said before kissing her again, not letting her rebuttal his own comment. As the two kissed he made sure to be as gentle as he could be , at times clumsily nipping her lip or his hand pulling hard at her clothes.

All in the name of wanting to show how much she meant to him. Soon he pulled away, a small string of saliva strung between them from the hearty kissing. “[ ]...i think i love you” He said as she gave him a soft look , trying to catch her breath from the dramatic kiss they came from “Good, because i love your loud ass too Kendo” She teased as he smirked,leaning down to bite her neck, causing her to moan loudly “We’ll see whos loud after im done wit ya” he gave his own tease back as he moved between her plump thighs, kissing the flesh there as he pulled her shorts to the side, exposing her flushed lower lips. Gasping she reached for his hand that held her legs apart causing the fresh blonde to look up at her, eyes wandering over her face for signs of him to stop “I-Im not used to being this bare sorry..” She whimpered out as it dawned on the other side of her words “Have you ever ate out baby?” he asked as she hid her face from him, shaking ehr head as he groaned, pulling her shorts down as he saw her lacy panties , a smirk placed on his lips as he peeled them off too, a string of arousal keeping them plastered to her lips “fuck, that bastared really didnt take care of you” he growled as she sat up to see his darkening eyes kiss up to her lips whispering out a “but i will” as he sucked one of her lips into his mouth, causing a lound moan from the woman he was inbetween. Slowly he licked up her lips, searching for that small pearl as she whined, a hand coming down to tug his hair. Grunting he soon found it, sucking onto her clit as she gasped, her thighs shutting over his head as he looked up to her, watching as her back arched off of the bed once her pressed his tongue hard against her clit. Softly he let a hand run under her thigh, a single thick finger tracing over her twitching hole as he pushed it in gently, making [ ] squeal. “K-Ken!” She called out as he looked up again, catching her eyes and flushed face on his actions. Making a show of what he was doing he let a second one join the first as he sucked hard on her bud at the same time making [ ]’s eyes roll back as her hand fell from his head, nervous od pulling too hard. Kendo however had other plans. Feeling her walls tighten around his fingers he made sure to find that spongy spot and hitting it, finally pulling his lips from her clit as he smiled “Uuh Uh doll, look at me” He growled as she hesitantly glances at him, regretting that she did. He looked way too good, hair a mess as he was panting, catching his breath from being down on her. With evry pump of his fingers his muscle in his arm twitched, making her own walls spasm as she watched it “Ya like it sweetheart?” He asked as she shook her head, watching him move back to her pussy “Good, cause i aint done” He said as he gave her clit kitten licks beofe slurping on it, throwing a wink at her as he picked up his pace, making [ ]’s voice rise as she felt herself getting close before quickly snapping at a particular hard thrust of his finger to her spot on her walls.

Letting out a light scream she came over his fingers and tongue, the male laughing gleefully as he sucked up her juices. LEtting her come down some he watched her face as bliss spread through her body and a sense of confidence whent though his. Slowly he picked up the pace of his fingers again, going from a shallow push to more stroking as he heard [ ] whine, grabbing at his hand “Uh uh sweetheart, you taste too good fro me to only let you cum on my tongue once” he said as he pushed her down by her stomach, letting her take his spare hand as he went back to suckling on her lower lips. He knew he had a lot in stored for her, and watching the newly admitted love of his life cum from his pleasing was enough for him to realized he needed to do more. Popping off her clit as puling his fingers gently out he looked at her ravished body, using his non wet hand to pull at his sweats. “Youre beautiful like this [ ]” kendo said as she took in heavy breaths, feeling her throat close as he stroked his massive size, rubbing the swollen head as he looked at her , giving her a soft smile “Ya dont have to take me just yet , hes just throbbin too much” He groaned as he twisted his hand hard over his leaking tip, feeling himself throb as he laid back on his bed. “Ride my face?” he asked with one of the most sinful looks [ ] had ever seen ; lustful eyes watching her as his large hand stroked his larger dick, the soft and fleshy muscle jumping at watching her crawl to him, throwing a leg over his neck

“I-i dont wanna suffocate you..” She said as he smirked before saying “Ya cant suffocate me i want it” Soon he grabbed her hip, pushing her onto his awaiting mouth as he picked up his pace, sliding his tongue into her twitching hole as she rocked her hips, keeping a steady pace as she held herself on his shoulder and headboard, ,depreate moand and cries tumbling out as he rocked her too, going from her clit to her dripping entrance, stoking his dick harder and harde as her moans spurred him on. Soon he felt the bud in his mouth twitch and throb harder, the sounds [ ] made increasing as his own hand sped up with his throbbing head, the telltales of them both getting close. A moan erruptred from the girl on his lips as she came again , her essence running down his face as he groaned, ropes of cum shooting onto his hand and stomach as he came himself, still stroking out what he could as the pressure he felt subside. Sliding off softly [ ] saw the mess behind her, taking it upon herself to lick up some of it as she was met with his same aber eyes, watching her move to his still hard member “Let me take care of you too?” she asked shyly. Fuck he was done for as he felt himslef hardend worse at her words, a large hand coming up to smack her ass as he psuhed her up and over his head, letting his tip and her swollen lips run over eachother. Slowly he pushed his tip past her budding lips, entranced by the way it swallowed her whole “Fuck...i love you [ ] and by the time im done with ya...youll know it” he whispered in her ear as she felet him push, more and moreof his large size spreading her lips father than shed ever had. Her eyes rolled up as she felt him bottom out, both moaning as he picked up his pace, making a soothing rhythm as little moans and whines came from [ ], deep grunts coming from Kendo as he kissed her shoulders and back, marking where he could as he felt himself get closer with how she was throbbing over his member.

Digging his fingers as deep as he could in her plush hips he let our a mantra of ‘Cummin’ i and ‘ I love yous’ in her ear as she pushed back against him, feeling herself teetering as he pushed as deep as he could go ,letting himself cum as she came too, the overwhelming feeling of him throbbing against her spongy walls and previous orgasms enough to push her over a third time. “[ ]” Kendo rasped as [ ] hummed , feeling her legs still shake with him in her “Im serious, i'm never leaving you...you're mine and i love you…” kendo said as he kissed the back of her neck, nibbling her ear as he stayed in her “Mhm….i love you too Rappa..”

#collab event #bnha smut #bnharem collab #kendo rappa #bnha rappa #rappa x reader

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aizawaskittenwhore · 3 years

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𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕕𝕒𝕪

≛ ft shota aizawa, ejiiro kirishima, katsuki bakugo and izuku midoriya with a black!reader.

≛genre: fluff

≛warnings: light swearing, izuku and kiri being adorable supportive boyfriends

≛a/n: honestly i’m procrastinating on chapter three, so have some soft wash day hcs with our 1-a bbys and our fav sleep deprived teacher🥺

aizawa:

having long hair himself, he’s well prepared and has virtually anything you might need

but he understands that your hair textures are so different

so he does his homework on black hair and how to take care of it

we love a s/o who educates THEMSELVES

and when wash day comes around, this man is more than ready to help

need a denman brush? he’s got it. curl smoothie? duh. growth oil? hair masks? heat protectant? rat tail combs? of course. diffuser? baby have you SEEN his hair, mans owns too many blow dryer accessories it’s almost embarrassing.

he’s patient during the detangling process, letting you take the lead

he knows how bothersome it can be to have people try to help when you’ve got a set way of doing things

so he lets you do what you have the energy to, and he does the rest

he’s so gentle, and kisses your forehead as an apology when he hits a particularly painful snag

he’s quick too, making short work of the process and decreasing it by a solid 20 minutes, which if you know the pain of wash day, it means a LOT.

he’s not a super romantic person, but he does his best to make washing your hair a relaxing experience

he’ll lower the lights, and run you a hot bath, coaxing you between his legs, sitting on the edge of the tub while he massages the shampoo into your hair slowly

his nails are blunt for obvious reasons, but he makes an effort to scratch as much as possible, and his heart flutters just a bit with how at peace you look

he focuses on the roots as that’s the only place that needs such attention and rinses with cold water to seal up your cuticles

he’d help you towel off and will sacrifice one of his comfier long sleeve shirts to help you dry your hair, since you mentioned towels add frizz and remove moisture.

he’s so good with the LOC method, applying just enough oil to seal, but not weigh your curls down too much.

always delicate with your ends

he lets you work the parts you can reach, and for places like the back of your head, he takes over, working the leave in conditioner in with ease

shota can two strand twist tf out some damn hair no i don’t take criticism

he’s also obsessed with the way your hair shrinks, though he’d never admit it

so much length compressed into gorgeous coils, he wonders how the hell does hair just...defy gravity🧍🏾‍♀️

all in all, wash days are the highlight of his day, plus it gives him an excuse to whip out the matching bonnets he gets for y’all every time he goes on a beauty supply run

katsuki:

surprisingly enough, he’s another patient one

but this is both in part to him having done his research due to his thick hair, and he’s had black girlfriends in the past

so wash day ain’t nothin new to him, when you come to him the next morning dreading what the day had in store, he’d already whipped out the box holding your shared hair supplies, towel and brush at the ready.

he can be a little overzealous when it comes to brushing out your curls, having grown up on the “you just tenderheaded” bullshit

but he makes sure to never actually hurt you, or tug too hard

he’s also a firm believer in finger detangling, opting to use the brush for your ends, and going over the section with his fingers to get out any lingering kinks

will trim what needs to be trimmed, to him length is not worth retaining if it’s split half to death💀

once detangling’s done, he’ll breeze through the shampoo section

which brings us to his favorite part: deep conditioning

he’s partial to Uncle Funky’s Daughter’s products, combining their Heal & Renew deep conditioner with the Midnite Train leave in to get you allllll the way together.

this, plus a hot oil treatment will have you ready to marry this mf on the spot🧎🏾‍♀️

he knows your hair is a huge source of pride for you, so he does his part to help keep it voluminous and defined whenever he can

does give unsolicited advice (criticism)

but knows when to pull back, knowing that nobody knows what’s best like you do

still won’t keep him from getting pissed at you for not having had a trim in 4 months tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

his strength is cornrows, he keeps a perfect grip that isn’t so tight it’ll snatch your damn edges out but tight enough to last you a while

you always find a way to con him into braiding your hair down before you do an install. how? he don’t know

he loves you, that’s how.

wash days with katsuki are so frustrating, but the both of you wouldn’t give them up even if the world depended on it.

kirishima:

i can’t think of a more supportive (yet clueless) bf

but that doesn’t mean he’s not ready to learn!

it starts when he asked you if you wanted to go out saturday, and you said you couldn’t cause you had to wash your hair

he was like ?????

let’s just go after????

and so you had to break it down to him that your hair requires a lot of attention and care that you NEED a whole day to tend to it, not just wash

he nods, face lighting up as he proposes that he just come over and help

you’re a little hesitant, as you don’t just let anybody play around in ya hair like that

but he says he’s really intrigued and he wants to learn, so you agree

he mostly just watches, not wanting to mess up your flow, but participates on some of the easier parts, like working the curling cream into your locks

he’s also really good with massaging your head while you wash, his fingers nearly putting you to sleep

his sectioning needs a little work, but it’s nothing practice can’t fix

although you really gotta catch him up on what certain things actually mean

mf nearly had a heart attack when you said the words “hot oil treatment” and spazzed thinking you was about to put ya head in some damn chicken grease🕳🤸🏾‍♀️

over time though, he gets better at things like flexi rods, and even learns to do how to do crochets (my heart just MELTED)

he even takes some pointers and gets better at taking better care of his own hair. between hero work, hittin the gym, hanging with you and having “bro time” his hair is the last thing on his mind

plus it’s dyed, so he should be taking better care of it anyway🙄

wash days with kiri are so fun tho, and you’ve even made a habit of spiderman kissing whenever you’re upside down and scrunching your curls🥺🤎

izuku:

asks!!! so!!! many!!! questions!!!

honestly is just happy to be there

wants to know what everything is, what it does, if you like it, etc.

also takes notes on what you do and how you do it so he’ll remember for the future 🥺

he’s so nervous when you ask him if he wants to help

he doesn’t wanna mess it up, your hair’s so pretty 🥺🥺

he has curly hair too, but it’s much easier to manage, so he’s wayyy outta his depth

you help him through each step though, and with some time he gets more and more comfortable

shampoo is his favorite part cause he gets to try and make your hair do different shapes (the number one hero is secretly a big ass baby...who knew)

he’s another one that’s amazed by the way your hair can shrink

he knows your hair’s pretty long, you got a blowout one time and you swear he had a mini stroke for a good five mins with the way he just....froze

he fell even more in love with your hair that day

so to see it so short just wows him

if you’ve got really short 4c type hair, he wants you to go green with him so y’all can match🧚🏾

gets really good at protective styles (especially box braids)

cause at heart he’s a hero and wants to protect everything he loves from harm

yes, that includes protecting your curls from split ends and keeping em fresh.

thanks so much for reading! let me know if you guys want more of these, and feel free to throw me a like or a reblog if you enjoyed! mwah!

#izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #aizawa x reader #kirishima x reader #mha x reader #mha x poc!reader #deku x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #izuku x poc!reader #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo headcanons #ny’sdayshift #bonnetbbys

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heretherebedork · 3 years

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The Battle Royale is back!! This time: Uke edtion 2.0: the comeback!! (This time: the battle is randomized and shuffled!)

Now who among here excretes the most uke energy? A gaybie? A soft uke? A perfect Uke? And the contestants are:

Taekyung vs. Adachi

Sky (GB) vs. Tae Joo (Eyes Linger)

Pi vs. Gene

Tian vs. Pharm

ShuYi vs. Shi Lei

Zhao Zi vs. Si Qi

Meen vs. Tine

Jin vs. Arthit

Kit (Gen Y) vs. Wad (SOTUS S)

Karl vs. Gavreel

Tutor vs. Knock

Mico vs. Jaime

Reb vs. Jim

Tong vs. Folk

Paii vs. Wayo (2moons2)

Beam vs. Kit (Both 2moons2)

Mon vs. Shi Gu

Chon vs. Mes

Masuk vs. Nuea

King vs. Third

Puth vs. Boss (My Engineer)

Kao (DBK) vs. Kao (Oxygen)

Chol vs. Xingsi

Mu Ren vs. Yu Hao (Crossing the Line)

Pete (LBC) vs. Fiat

Yeon Woo (Color Rush) vs. Ki Wan (Ryu's Wedding)

Hin (Chance to Love) vs. Hin (Lovely Writer)

Aey vs. Yi Chen (Obsessed)

Pao vs. Ake

Phai (Gen Y) vs. Wayu (Gen Y)

Day (Sotus S) vs. Zon (WhyRU)

Typhoon vs. Mekhin (Close Friend)

Team vs. In

Guitar vs. Ray (Close Friend)

Type (2gether) vs. Sang Ha (Mr. Heart)

Sheng Zhe (Right or Wrong) vs. Shao Fei

Frong vs. Duen

King vs. Sky (My Day)

Ou Wen vs. Minh Hoang

Can vs. Techno

Yu Zhen vs. Bunn

Bonus: (Ga On vs. Da On)

This time, anyone can play! Feel free to play this game! It's open to all!

I'd also like to dare @absolutebl and @raiko101 to try this one! Hehehe

and also: thank you @absolutebl for your posts! I also learned a lot from you! prolly half of these characters came from you so, yay thanks!

Goodluck!

Ahaha, wow, my anons are pulling in my mutuals? Again? My life is wild here, y'all. Yay Battle Royale Anon! How did you know I have time to kill before Golden Blood?

Also, this one is fascinating because how does one define uke? Because some of these characters might be bottoms but I wouldn't define them as ukes because ukes are typically the ones being pursued. So I've sort of been trying to figure that out and so some of these get some odd answers depending on the character. Is an uke defined as what most straight girls think of a bottom? Is an uke the character being pursued or who needs to be taken care of?

... Look, uke is an ever-evolving word, especially from when I first joined fandom. So it's very interesting!

Taekyung vs. Adachi

Adachi has to win this. I love Taekyung to death and he's my tiny gaybie but Adachi just... he's darling and small and he needs to be protected and pursued and he just... fits more of what I think of as an uke. Now, this is probably because this is a Japan (creator of the uke/seme dynamic as we know it) versus Korea (who really don't do strong seme/uke dynamics) thing rather than a character thing. Since uke really is in the relationship and not just the character...

Sky (GB) vs. Tae Joo (Eyes Linger)

It's Sky. Sky is a baby. Sky is absolutely baby. He's in need of so much love and care and protection. Although Tae Joo is close and he definitely needs it, it's in a different way. Plus, Sun is gonna take a bullet for Sky and I am an absolute sucker for that. But they're such good characters to contrast.

Pi vs. Gene

I gotta admit that I'm giving this to Gene. Now, this is because of the show. I want Gene to be taken care of by his love. I want Nubsib to love and care for Gene. I don't want Pi to be take care of. I want Pi to go be independent and pissy somewhere else without ever thinking about Mork again.

Tian vs. Pharm

Pharm had to win this. I love Tian, don't get me wrong. But Tian and Phupha have a different dynamics than Dean and Pharm. Dean and Pharm definitely lean more towards what I would consider a seme/uke relationship and, thus, Pharm wins. Also, tiny gaybie Pharm almost always wins.

ShuYi vs. Shi Lei

This is so interesting because it's Taiwan vs Taiwan and they don't do the really strong seme/uke... but yeah, it's Shu Yi. Shu Yi 100%. Shi Lei is an uke but he's not as much of one as Shu Yi. Shu Yi is such a darling who just needs so much love.

Zhao Zi vs. Si Qi

It's Zhao Zi. Look, I adore Si Qi. He's a darling. But Zhao Zi is just gaybie energy x100 alongside abandonment issues and that sunshine over sadness energy is just A+.

Meen vs. Tine

This one is hard. They're both such ukes, such little gaybies... But I like Meen more, so I'm going with him. He was the bright spot in the show where Tine was, ironically, one of my least favorite characters in his show.

Jin vs. Arthit

I had to give this to Jin. He just loved being pursued so much and all the attention and the little gifts from Bbomb just made him so happy. He couldn't help himself. Arthit just didn't quite have that with Kongpob, as much as I love them together. Different vibes.

Kit (Gen Y) vs. Wad (SOTUS S)

Kit is basically the perfect example of a tsundere uke. Like, he is the platonic (lol) ideal. And I love him for that so much. He's definitely one of my favorite characters just in general and such a little tsundere uke he has to win.

Karl vs. Gavreel

This one is a bit harder. Ugh. Like, you could claim it for either one and also argue that neither one is exactly an uke... but I'm gonna give it to Gavreel. Mostly for levels of realism. Karl is just so realistic it's hard to call him an uke.

Tutor vs. Knock

Yeah, it's Tutor. He was tough as nails but he melted so nicely under Fighter's hands and just falls apart and gets sick without him and that's just... such an uke thing, okay? SUCH an uke thing.

Mico vs. Jaime

I had to go with Mico. I love Mico. He's such a darling and absolutely radiates gaybie in need of love energy at all times and I still desperately wish that Hello Stranger the movie had given him more of a chance at the end rather than a rush.

Reb vs. Jim

... It's Reb because Jim just annoyed me mostly. Also, Reb is tiny and adorable and has that super innocent gaybie energy that makes him a bit more real but also a bit more uke. I dunno, this is what I mean about the definition of uke. It's hard to pin down for me!

Tong vs. Folk

Look, I get it, I'm the only person who preferred IttPai to PureFolk. I GET IT. But that just means I'm gonna pick Tong because PokTong was the best pairing beside MarkKit and also holy shit sex and holy shit the love they share that they damaged and hurt so much together... ugh, uke energy be damned, I'm choosing my favorite.

Paii vs. Wayo (2moons2)

Yo is ultimate uke. He's such an uke is almost hurts. Like, he always wins this. Every time. No question or hesitation.

Beam vs. Kit (Both 2moons2)

Kit wins again. Because Kit is a tsundere uke and, frankly, 2moons2 Kit is even MORE of the perfect tsundere uke because he also melts. He melts so hard and so fast and it's adorable beyond belief.

Mon vs. Shi Gu

Sorry, Shi Gu, but Mon is such an uke. Like holy sheesh this boy. This most darling boy. He's tiny and gaybie and adorable and PORTABLE and yeah, he's super uke.

Chon vs. Mes

I'm gonna give it to Chon because he's just... a bit more? To me. He's more of an uke and I love him for it. Tough as nails uke boy with a lot of of darlingness. Yeah, just gotta go with my heart.

Masuk vs. Nuea

I might like Nuea more but I think Masuk has more uke vibes. They're still weak but they're there and I just gotta give it to my darling Masuk. He's so soft and needs so much love and a lot of care.

King vs. Third

Third is ultimate uke. Crying in a shower? Weeping over everything? Very protective friends? Yeah. YEAH. He wins this.

Puth vs. Boss (My Engineer)

Puth just isn't an uke to me. He's got different vibes. But Boss? Boss is an uke and adorable and he just wants to finally love Mek openly and honestly and just be held and goofy and ride on his back. And seriously, love the boy.

Kao (DBK) vs. Kao (Oxygen)

Ugh, this is hard because I'm not 100% on how much an uke Kao (Oxygen) is and I don't really think about DBK ever... I'll give it to Oxygen. I love Oxygen and I miss Kao.

Chol vs. Xingsi

Xingsi wings this by being the most take over uke ever, the one who definitely wants to be spoiled but also knows exactly how he wants to be spoiled and isn't afraid to show it. Gotta love him.

Mu Ren vs. Yu Hao (Crossing the Line)

I gotta give this to MuRen. CTL had almost no seme/uke energy but they definitely went harder in CTY. So... MuRen wins by virtue

Pete (LBC) vs. Fiat

Screw you, they're both ultimate ukes. Everybody wins!

Yeon Woo (Color Rush) vs. Ki Wan (Ryu's Wedding)

I had to go with Yeon Woo. Like, I had to. What a darling little uke who needed to be chased and needed to be convinced and needed to be saved from himself and the other people who love him.

Hin (Chance to Love) vs. Hin (Lovely Writer)

Lol, I had to go with Chance to Love because, like, look at that boy. He gave up everything in the hopes that his seme would be happy and just... what a tiny darling. Sadly, Hin didn't get any romance. So... outta luck, child.

Aey vs. Yi Chen (Obsessed)

Obsessed is just all about the seme/uke dynamic. I had to give it to Yi Chen. Like, had to. Absolutely had to.

Pao vs. Ake

Neither are my favorites but I have to give the uke energy to Pao. Ake is adorable and all but Pao just radiates that 'I'm a baby take care of me' energy, especially as a ghost.

Phai (Gen Y) vs. Wayu (Gen Y)

Yu is the most uke uke to ever uke. Seriously. What a baby. And he's such an uke he has two semes fighting over him! You can't get much more uke than that, let's be honest.

Day (Sotus S) vs. Zon (WhyRU)

Look, I gotta be honest, I mostly just watch the Kongpob and Arthit scenes of SOTUS S. But also... Zon. Zon is puppy uke. He is tiny, tiny puppy uke and I cannot deny him that title. He deserves it.

Typhoon vs. Mekhin (Close Friend)

I gotta give it to Typhoon. I still don't like that part very much and I just want to protect him from his boyfriend ignoring him and I think part of that is what makes him such an uke. I just want to protect him so badly.

Team vs. In

In's not an uke to me. But Team? I'm good with that. I can handle it. And he needs that care and that love. Also, as I say every time... Between Us must exist!

Guitar vs. Ray (Close Friend)

Gui beats Ray by a hair. BARELY at all. But I just love Gui and his darling softness and just his everything... Ugh, Gui definitely has uke energy.

Type (2gether) vs. Sang Ha (Mr. Heart)

I gotta go with SangHa. What a darling boy. Type is great and all but their relationship is much more equal than anything else. And SangHa is just... this boy who needs to be loved and cared for and then to run alongside his boyfriend.

Sheng Zhe (Right or Wrong) vs. Shao Fei

I gotta give it to Sheng Zhe. I love Shao Fei deeply but Sheng Zhe wins in terms of uke. Like, he's darling and family and sweet and full of love and I love him so much I cannot even.

Frong vs. Duen

Duen gets it, even if I view him as entire asexual and, frankly, more than a bit aromantic. I genuinely think he dislikes being in a committed relationship. But... uke energy? Yeah, he gives out more than Frong.

King vs. Sky (My Day)

King is way more uke than Sky because Sky isn't uke at all. My Day was amazing for having such no seme/uke dynamic, yo. But King? Yeah, he's got that energy with Ram.

Ou Wen vs. Minh Hoang

I'm gonna give this to Minh Hoang. Because Ou Wen isn't uke energy for me. But Minh Hoang has some. Neither of these shows really does the seme/uke energy, honestly. But I can lean a bit more towards Minh Hoang.

Can vs. Techno

I'm giving it to Can despite the unconventional nature of his relationship with Tin and the maturity they show through the show. But I love Can and the want to care for him and I want to protect him. And the more I want to protect a character, the more I go with uke. (Not that I'm a seme, I'm just a sunshine puppy disguised as a person.)

Yu Zhen vs. Bunn

I feel weird but I'm definitely giving it to Yu Zhen. I gotta. I can't help myself. He's such a darling young man who just needs to be taken care of by Shi Lei on every possible level. I mean, boy still doesn't know not to eat gummies. Seriously.

Bonus: (Ga On vs. Da On)

I have to give this to DaOn. I can't help myself. I get the same energy from Ga On but DaOn just sends me away with the need to protect him, seriously.

Holy shit that took me the entire length of The Boy Foretold by the Stars, fyi. BUT I DID IT.

#battle royale anon #bl battle royale #thai bl #taiwan bl #korean bl #china bl #vietnam bl #bl drama #bl series #i could list them all #but holy shit i almost don't want to #love you anon #anon asks #anon answers

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happy birthday, @banrions! birthdays are dumb and stupid in these quarantimes but these sentinel babes are not. i hope your day was at least covid-good or, ideally, regular-good :)

it’s something to get used to again, a dedicated sleeping companion.

being with the mighty nein is not so different from growing up with her tribe. it is a more positive experience, to be sure, but yasha is used to being part of a small, tight-knit group. she is used to being around the same people every day, perhaps all day, and rarely tiring of them. since zuala, she knows what it is to seek intimacy and comfort from one person in the middle of a group that will not leave you alone.

the difference with the nein is that they will. yasha only needs to make eye contact with caleb or jester and she has privacy, space to herself, though always enough that her favorite monk can come cuddle up if she wants to (and she always seems to want to). it isn’t a thing overtly acknowledged, either—jester stops teasing after a few nights in the tower when beau and yasha disappear into beau’s room. on the occasions where they have to make do with the dome, they all settle in pods rather than one big pile—caleb and veth curl around each other protectively; jester winds her tail around fjord; and caduceus stretches out on his back, in reaching distance of everyone but he never moves in his sleep.

yasha’s favorite spot to sleep now is anywhere along the edge of the dome, propped on her side as beau wraps an arm around her stomach and burrows into the back of yasha’s neck. beau’s hands are small compared to hers, and yasha makes sure that the last thing she does before she falls asleep every night is to kiss them thoroughly.

the tower is a different story. she and beau get less sleep there than the rest of the group might think—or maybe just as much as they might think, depending on who’s doing the thinking. sometimes they stay up because of sexy stuff, sometimes it’s just talking. sometimes they stay up just because this part is new and exhilarating, and yasha can’t speak for beau, but she doesn’t want to miss any moment of it.

lucien doesn’t deserve to know beau, but yasha is slowly coming to accept that she does.

it feels inescapable on mornings like this. yasha has learned that there are inevitable things in life—death and loss are at the top of the list and slowly, with an endless amount of determination, beau is inching up to number three.

yasha ponders this as she watches beau sleep. it isn’t often that yasha wakes up first, and given the day they’d had, neither of them should stir for hours. but she hasn’t yet reached a point where beau doesn’t make her nervous, even now that they’re navigating how they fit together. beau is exuberant and restless and it’s catching, the energy she has. yasha wishes she could have been there more in the beginning, when they couldn’t travel everywhere via teleport. she daydreams sometimes about leisurely travel days, sitting in the back of a cart while she watches beau and jester goof off. maybe someday soon she can persuade the rest of the group into a vacation or something and sneakily give herself the opportunity to observe beau at rest—in the sun, in a field, in a warm and happy place where beau can expand to fit the air.

it’s astounding, yasha thinks, the adaptability beau has. yasha hadn’t really noticed it until kamordah, until beau stepped into her childhood home and shrank underneath the net of her father’s expectations.

yasha, having left and come back so many times, has kept a catalog of her friends’ immutable qualities. jester is idealistic, caleb seeks absolution, caduceus coaxes growth out of neglected things. fjord defines himself by what he chooses to offer his loyalty, and veth, so often on the outskirts of any group, devotes her energy to making sure her friends never feel abandoned.

yasha had never imagined there was a world in which beau wasn’t in control of her own life, until kamordah showed her that there used to be.

beau inhales deeply, stretching her legs and hugging her arms closer to her chest. her toes point and just reach the tops of yasha’s feet. yasha smiles fondly, brushes a tangled lock of hair behind beau’s ear. she smooths her fingers over beau’s forehead, over her cheek, down the length of her nose. yasha’s hands have seemed too big with other people, too clumsy and cluttered. it’s not that that’s gone away with beau, but yasha doesn’t seem to care that much anymore.

“been awake a while?” beau murmurs. she doesn’t open her eyes.

“for a bit, yeah,” yasha whispers back. “i like your nose.”

beau huffs sleepily. “s’been broken a bunch.”

“you could break it a bunch more and i’d still like it.” beau smiles slowly, cracks open just one eye. “i mean, please don’t break it,” yasha blushes. “i think you should try very hard not to break it. but i just, i mean—”

beau kisses her.

“you’re beautiful, is what i was trying to say,” yasha finally finishes when they break apart. “do you like that word? should i call you handsome instead?”

beau kisses her again. she slides forward and wraps herself around yasha, tucks her head underneath yasha’s chin, hooks her feet around yasha’s shins.

“when it comes to you, yash, there isn’t much i don’t like,” she says. beau’s breath is hot against yasha’s throat, but it has nothing on the flush she feels warming in her cheeks.

“well. yes. thank you.”

four words, all of them inadequate to express the roiling amounts of love she feels for beau. it’s been a few weeks since their date and yasha had panicked that night at how quickly she’d revealed her feelings. she couldn’t have known that the panicking wouldn’t stop, that revelations and feelings would only continue to build. she knows what it is to fall this way, to love and care until she has given each part of her to someone else. she didn’t know that she’d be lucky enough to do it more than once.

yasha has spent her whole life very aware of her size, it just somehow had never occurred that she might have to check her big feelings, too.

“i thought i was supposed to be the overthinker of our group,” beau mumbles, “but i can almost smell the smoke comin’ outta your ears.”

yasha chuckles and absently kisses the top of beau’s head. “nothing bad,” she promises.

“y’wanna talk about it?”

“later.” yasha rustles against the pillows, gathers beau in her arms and pulls a sun-warmed blanket over both of them.

zuala was free with pet names when she could chance it, peppering in sweetheart and my love any time they were alone. yasha had never tried to come up with any of her own, had never believed that anything else would taste as sweet on her lips as zuala’s name. but beau is solid against her, her cheeks smooth and worry-free in the early morning. she is more than a name meant for someone else, bestowed by a disappointing father.

yasha closes her eyes and snuggles in deeper.

she will dream about it.

#critical role #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #beauyasha #tumblr fic #cr: regular nein #banrions #happy day to you and also critical role but mostly you!!

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ANIME & MANGA I HAVE BINGED IN THE LAST MONTH: May 2021

I've Been Hunting Slimes for the Past 300 Years and Now Ive Maxed Out My Level: incredibly long name aside, cute af slice of life that suffers Same Face Syndrome. I'm still happy to watch it because of how feel good and fluffy it is though, Im probably gonna forget about it in two or three years tho. 8/10.

Don't Toy With Me, Miss Nagatoro: I found out this was a webcomic first and suddenly all the HORNINESS made so much more sense. A Femdom, Degradation, Humiliation, Dacryphilia Bullies to Lovers story disguised as a high school rom-com which, I'm not going to lie, misses SKEEVY CITY by mere inches on a regular basis. However, I'm a Dom/Switch and this entire relationship sets off my dom brain center like New York City just shy of midnight. So if you're into that sort of scene, this anime is for you. If not, it's still fascinating but you're probably gonna be a little put off by how mean the Girl!Bully is to the guy MC. Unless you find out something about yourself, in which case, congrats! Stay safe, sane, consensual, and learn about the traffic light system on top of safe words, I promise you'll have a better life in general after that. Still Ongoing, currently 10/10.

Fruits Basket: IM GONNA CRY I LOVE THIS ANIME SO MUCH???? The original anime came out when I was in... I think middle school and my parents were really strict on what I watched so I never got to experience the first wave and I never bothered to watch the show ever after I moved out of the house years later. However, now that I'm much older I honestly can say this is one of my favorite anime to date, and all the characters are charming, lovable, with their own problems that I can connect to or sympathize with, and I love the MC which is always a treat tbh. Except Akito. Akito can suck a sandpaper dick. I'm only on S2 tho so no spoilers! Anime 11/10.

Monster Girl Doctor: went in thinking it was gonna be a monster girl who's a doctor with a homoerotic assistant (her name is SAPPHY okay sue me for thinking it) and ended up watching the entire dubbed harem series. Honestly, I've seen worse and this one has consistent follow-through on interesting characters and backstory enough for me to shove aside the blatant under-monstrousness of the female monsters and the harem-ness of everything else. Dubbing is honestly really good, which is a treat, and the monster designs are not the worst and the MC is tolerable. Honestly, I don't mind having watched it! The mix of cgi and the traditional animation together work pretty strangely though, and it often doesn't flow super well. 7.5/10

So I'm a Spider, So What: Dubbed version which honestly isn't that bad. Took me a bit to get into it, but after realizing that it's got a mismatched timeline a la The Witcher, it made so much more sense. Heavily done in cgi, and you can definitely tell between the 2D and 3D animations, but not the worst in the world. I went in not expecting much but it ended up being an Issekai I can stand and even enjoy. On god has a decent story... with the spider. I'd be a liar if I didnt say I skipped some of the human parts just to get back to the best part of the show. 8/10.

Somali and the Forest Spirit: I'm so fucking nostalgic for this thing it makes me want to go and hug my dad. About a human girl under threat of being eaten with a monster-dominated world. Very obvious "humans fear what they don't understand" message but instead of the humans learning tolerance it's what happens when they get annihilated first so like, kudos for the mangaka for having the guts to do that. I cried like a baby regularly. It's really good, I watched the dub and ID WATCH IT AGAIN!!! 9/10.

To Your Eternity: Oh my god. O h my g o d. Fell in love on the first episode, ngl. About if an immortal being learned how to be a person from scratch. I love it. HOWEVER. Keep a box of tissues on you at all times because you're gonna need them. I'm only on EP7 because that's all that's out right now but just know. I love it. Not for everyone but certainly for my "what do we define as human and the human condition" ass. 12/10.

Those Snow White Notes: A sports anime without any sports. About shamisen playing which is cool because I never realized how cool this instrument was??? Its neat af. OP1&2 are by Burnout Syndrom so know theyre fire. Gonna be real, its pretty alright, but not extraordinary. You can tell they were using the characters as archetypes rather than actually characters which kinda kills a lot of the emotional value you could've had, but I'm still gonna watch it. It doesn't make me cringe as hard as other sports anime tho so I consider it toptier in that regards but if you're a big sports anime fan you might be bummed out by it. Every single musical performance is INCREDIBLE tho. A solid 8/10.

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun: THE ART OMFG IT'S SO GORGEOUS. Listen, if you took coptic markers and gave them an animation budget with some manga panel direction thrown in there, that's this anime. It's beautiful. Gorgeous. I'm in love with the aesthetic every second. Story? Really good. Characters? I love the MC and his evil little twin brother asshat. Demons? Not super imaginative but I'm carrying on happy as can be anyways. Dubbing? A bit shaky at times but I found the voices charming if a little off for some of them. I'm already waiting for the second season with popcorn at the ready. 10/10.

Prison School: I watched this directly after Hanako-kun and it was like I got slapped in the face by sweaty unwashed titties and some fedora wearing schmuck's piss kink. No character is likable or redeemable. I finished it, but at what cost? 2/10 and only because a character shit his pants and I laughed.

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle: watched this right after Prison School and it was NECESSARY tbh. Its so CUTE and honestly, im not even kidding you, the fucking funniest anime I've seen in months. I watched the dub and the VAs are having the time of their lives working on this anime not just giving it their all but literally just going ham. Its great. If I read this im sure id be bored outta my mind but the VAs giving it a joyous performance make it an insta fave for me tbh. 9/10.

Sk8 the Infinity: i watched the dub with my bro and I can confirm that its a spectacular show because we both loved it and we have vastly different tastes. Incredibly SUSPENSFUL AND STRESSFUL for an anime about skateboarding but we finished it in a single sitting tbh. The last episode is not dubbed for some reason but we still loved it. Like if Free! was less obnoxious but the only fan-service here is Joe ♡ a beefcake who owns my lesbian heart. I think there's exactly one named female character tho and I legit couldn't tell you what it was if there was a gun to my head. So, over all, 9.5/10.

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime: I'm going to be entirely honest, I went in thinking it was going to be a boring isekai of no value. I was right about the Isekai part. It was honestly pretty interesting and focused on nation building like you're playing civilization rather than the usual "Get Stronger" narrative or "Get Some Pussy" narrative most isekais take which is delightfully refreshing. Granted there are flavors of that in this which means it doesn't alienate the big isekai watchers out there, but it's not the whole dish and it doesn't make me want to cringe the same way others do. You've got a slime MC just vibing and building a nation of monsters nbd. Does lose points for making the female monsters more humanoid than their male counterparts but makes them back by only doing perfunctory fan-service and nothing that makes me want to cry... except the butt sumo episode but in fairness it was all a terrible dream. Literally, the MC refuses to dream anymore after that. solid animation, decent voice acting, decent story, made me realize how HUGE this is in the Light Novel community???? There's like 18 fucking novels and that's WILD. 8.5/10.

MANGA:

Spirit Photographer Saburo Kono: a one shot special by the mangaka of The Promised Neverland! Honestly a really delicate touch of both super creepy and really touching, and I'm not gonna lie I'm bummed that this isn't a bigger project but the single chapter makes it a good taste for their style. I've been wondering if I wanna read/watch The Promised Neverland and now I think I will. 10/10

Deranged Detective Ron Kamonohashi: from the mangaka of Hitman Reborn comes this Sherlock and Watson derivative! Not even 20 chapters out yet with a sort of spotty schedule, I honestly love it even thought it's exactly as you expect. HOWEVER. Kamonohashi the "Sherlock" character uses mental pressure to kill all confirmed murderers and it's up to Toto the "Watson" character to save all those people before Kamonohashi kills them! It's just recently introduced a "Moriarty" family of crime lords (not a big spoiler don't worry it was obvious) so the tension surrounding Ron's past is amping up rn. Personally, I think the art is GORGEOUS, the characters engaging, and the story quick enough to keep my interest. Most mysteries are solved within a chapter or two so you're not stuck 20 chapters into one locked room mystery which is just peachy tbh. RN, 10/10. If this gets an anime, I anticipate a legion of fangirls who ship the two main characters along with their many friends. I've been alive too long to believe otherwise.

Don't Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro: Yeah I read the manga after I watched the show. A slower build than the anime, but it works for the format, if theyd done the same with the show then I don't think it wouldve done as well. Honestly? Cuter tbh but just as horny. You dont start really LEARNING about your character until like, chap 65 tho and no real "drama" happens until like 75. A good chunk of the chapters are like 8pgs so its a breeze to get through. I love these slow burn idiots of the century. 9.5/10 because you can DEFINITELY tell the mangaka does hentai too.

Yugen's All-Ghouls Homeroom: one-shot by the mangaka for Food Wars, it's no wonder there's this constant perviness from the MC, a guy who can see and exorcise spirits. Takes place at an all girl's finishing school with KICK ASS monsters tbh, kinda bummed its not longer. The MC? Blatant monsterfucker who is also a CONFRIMED monsterfucker???? Idk i vibe with that single emotion. Everything else is hit or miss. 7/10 for monsters and cool concept, lost points for the MC very pointedly being okay with admitting he'd wait for the teenagers to be adults tho. Creepy af. Could live without that.

Hell's Paradise: I finished the entire 127chps in 3 days and I was really enthusiastic about it 90% of the time thinking about how deep it was and then I actually thought about it and I ended up being very neutral about the whole thing tbh. The art is fantastic tho, but DEFINITELY deserving of the M rating. Tits. Tits everywhere. But not tits to be ecchi over, no, monster hermit tits on beautiful women-ish figures. Now generally I give that a pass but a huge theme in the story is that men and women are "no better than one or the other" but like, lady tits are what you see 99% of the time. Men tits are few and far between. I call bullshit on most of the "deep" themes is what I'm saying, so it's like the mangaka was trying for those deep thoughts but missed the margin a little too far for my preference. That being said, the MC is a married man who loves his wife which automatically makes him my favorite character so like... idk so many good things, so many misses, but overall really spectacular themes and imagery. Unique but classic all at once. It's getting an anime and I have NO IDEA how much censorship they're gonna be doing but they're going to be doing SO MUCH. Oh yeah, and one guy is a plant/human hybrid who fucks a 1000 year old plant-hermit which makes him a canon monster fucker. And one canon non-binary character who I, a nonbinary, actually like. So like... gosh I've got mixed feelings. 8.5/10.

Choujin X: From Sui Ishida, mangaka to the mega hit Tokyo Ghoul comes this brand new manga!... Of one chapter, lol. Not really binge-y because it's just the one chapter out right now but I'm already keeping my eye on it. The grasp on anatomy in the art is PHENOMENAL and you can see Ishida flexing his art skill which is great. Can't give a true rating but I'm giving it a tentative 9/10 because I'm excited to see more.

Shag&Scoob: technically not a manga, its an ongoing webcomic I binged an subscribed to in one day and I just think it deserves more attention. Starts off funny with "what if Scooby Doo had a gun" and has been led to "what if all cartoons are aliens that survive and receive their powers by the humans that love them in an epic war with Martians." On god, its good. I finished the current series in a couple hours so it's a breezy read, highly recommend it. 9/10.

To Your Eternity: Yeah I watched the anime and then finished all current 143 chapters in like 3 days. GOD IM WEAK. I don't buy physical manga unless I know I want to remember the story forever and I'm already budgeting for the current books out. Yeah, this is a good series. That being said, definitely not for the faint of heart or those who suffer under common triggers like suicide, molestation, death, etc. It's all framed as bad and necessary to the story don't get me wrong, but it's there and has lasting affects on the characters. Incredible story telling by the creator of A Silent Voice. Keep tissues nearby at all times. 12/10.

#i've been killing slimes for 300 years and maxed out my level #don't toy with me miss nagatoro #spirit photographer saburo kono #fruits basket #deranged detective ron kamonohashi #yugen's all-ghoul's homeroom #monster girl doctor #so i'm a spider so what #somali and the forest spirit #to your eternity #jigokuraku #hell's paradise #choujin x #shag and scoob #toilet bound hanako kun #prison school #sk8 the infinity #that time i got reincarnated as a slime

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five (but, ten) comfort characters

Rules: Post your top five favorite comfort characters.

F the rules, I couldn’t decide 5. It was too hard. I refuse to limit myself in such a way.

Tagged by the lovely @rosiewritesandrambles 🥰

1. Sherlock Holmes.

All of ‘em. The books + every film and TV adaption combined. I have opinions about them all. Sometimes they’re really strong, lolz. But there’s never been an adaptation I’ve disliked across the board. If I had to choose an overall favorite adaption tho, it’s definitely Elementary. But seriously, Sherlock Holmes, you guys. I get very emotional. This is a character that his own creator could not kill.

He tried. God knows he tried! It’s the ultimate testament to the power of fictional characters that Arthur Conan Doyle himself tried to kill Sherlock Holmes and he refused to stay dead, because so many people loved him. I think about it a lot. About how good old ACD would roll over in his fucking grave if he knew we were all still on about Sherlock Holmes. I just think that’s extraordinary. Every year, I put up my Sherlock tree. It’s a Christmas tree with a Sherlock Holmes theme.

Arthur Conan Doyle would shit. I wish I could tell him I’m sorry. That no one cared about his grandiose, v serious historical novels. We just wanted more Sherlock Holmes. I am so sorry, my dude. 🙏🏻

2. Loki.

I wasn’t crazy about the show but Loki is still one of my all-time favorites. I never saw a Marvel movie until the first Avengers, and when I went to the theater, I was in a super depressed place. My friends wanted to see it and I was like, k, whatever. I’ve since seen every Marvel movie and that first Avengers is still my all-time favorite, because it took me completely outta myself when I really needed to be outside myself, and I still remember seeing Loki blaze onto the scene and thinking, Oh. Hello there, hotness. I mean seriously, who can resist Loki? I’ve had great times cosplaying Loki. People asking for photos with me. Telling them, sure, only if you kneel.

It’s really quite beautiful.

3. The 10th Doctor.

How much can anyone ask for in a comfort character? 10 is light and love.

4. Jessica Jones.

... And it’s a testament to David Tennant that he can be one of my top 10 comfort characters, and also a character so repugnant he makes me sick. The first season of Jessica Jones has a special place in my heart, because she’s so messy and shitty and utterly lovable. And she’s been through so much, but her trauma doesn’t define her. They did such a good job with that. Jessica is goals.

5 + 6. Christian and Satine.

I have a Moulin Rouge tattoo so I’d be remiss if I didn’t include my favorite comfort movie here, and I can’t rightly separate the two of them, because seasons may change, winter to spring: but they will love each other ‘till the end of time, come what may. ❤️

7 + 8. Mulder and Scully.

Again, cannot separate or parse out. They’re a unit. End of story.

9. House.

This feels like a cheat because I could have included him in the Sherlock Holmes adaptations category, but I’m separating him because he got me into Sherlock Holmes. I read that he was based on Holmes, and after I’d seen all the House there was available, I thought, hell, I want more of this. I spiraled into that entire fandom as a result, but I still love House as its own thing. How, every episode, dude, you know exactly what you’re getting. You know it and you’re hungry for it. You want it. You wait for the House Epiphany™️. It comes, at the thirty-eight mark. You knew it would. It did. It wasn’t lupus. It’s always satisfying.

And Hugh Laurie is a god among men.

10 + BONUS, WHATEVER: Will + Hannibal

The ultimate comfort show. Which is SO WEIRd. And yet, if you’ve seen it, you understand. You get it, brothers and sisters and everyone in between. We, who have watched Hannibal, are one.

Tagging: @vivian-is-writing, @sleepy-night-child, @diphthongsfordays, @magicmoon65, & @blindthewind !

#tag game #non-writing post

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thevioletjones · 3 years

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Congrats on the kudos, u deserve it! I did not undestand if I'm supposed to choose one of the lines for the prompt or if I have to combine two or more lines lol. But if it is to choose only one: number 5. If more than one: 5 and 45. *---*

Thank you! I used both. Great inspiration, actually. It spun out of control! 😀

Prompt 2: “How much of that did you hear?” + “Why are you helping me?”

Interloper

“Jesus, Iggy, I’m gonna fuckin’ murder you myself one of these days,” Mickey threatened in exasperation.

They were both leaning over, hands on knees, gasping for air, just having run full-speed for at least twelve blocks. The pillars beneath the L tracks were now providing the mild seclusion they needed to wait out a cursory police search of the area.

“Ain’t my fault!” Iggy exclaimed defensively.

Mickey’s face scrunched up to a degree that only his dumbest family members could make it reach. “Yes it fuckin’ was! Who else’s fault would it be?”

He’d always kind of wondered how he was the only one in his crap-ass family to be gifted with at least half a brain. Well, him and his younger sister, Mandy. She was alright. Skanky and crazy, but not a total idiot. He couldn’t say the same for his brothers, male cousins, father, uncle, etcetera. Mickey couldn’t even get his begrudgingly favorite brother to follow a simple goddamn plan that would’ve kept them out of trouble when they were out committing crimes. He was just gonna have to start doing everything himself. Safety in numbers didn’t apply when the other member of your team seemed to have been lobotomized when no one was paying attention. It was probably all the meth. Mickey was smart enough to stay away from that particular bullshit. Didn’t want to become a scabby, denture-wearing, toothpick skinny, low-life with no mind left to lose. He was content to stick to coke and weed like a normal person.

“That old bitch came outta nowhere! Self-defense!”

“It ain’t self-defense if you’re robbin’ the joint, numbnuts! We’re lucky you fuckin’ missed!”

If he had it his way, Mickey wouldn’t be doing these petty robberies anymore. He much preferred bigger jobs, like gun and drug running. But times were tough, and he had to do what he had to do. He’d even considered getting a legit job for once in his life, but the skills he possessed weren’t exactly easily adaptable to the straight and narrow path. Being a criminal was how he was raised, and all he knew. It brought heat, but it was still a comfortable fit. Living without the constant presence of major risk would probably feel so foreign as to drive him crazier than a meth addiction in the long run.

The job Mickey’d lined up involved hitting up a few different borderline upmarket stores that’d opened up in their neck of the woods since the gentrifiers had set upon The Yards, then selling the goods to a guy he knew in the online black market trade. Not as lucrative as heavy metal and funny powder, but a decent payday nonetheless. Except fuckface over here who had to ruin everything by getting trigger-happy on Main while they were attempting to heist merchandise from location number two of three. If the pigs nabbed either one of them, they’d be going down for at least five to ten. Years. Mickey was done donating years to the prison industrial complex. The most he could afford was months at best.

“When’d you turn into such a giant asshole?” asked Iggy. “Oh, nevermind, probly when you started gettin’ it railed on the reg.”

A giant smile stretched across his perpetually dirty face, causing Mickey’s eyebrows to lift dangerously high on his forehead. Occasionally, his dumber-than-rocks older brother managed to think up some admittedly clever asides. Mickey didn’t know whether to punch him or give him daps.

Before he could decide, however, he heard a distinct little snicker from the other side of the large concrete column they were leaning on, raising his hackles to invisibly join his eyebrows in their heightened incredulity.

Mickey hastily rounded the pillar and grabbed the giggler by the shirt collar, hauling him to their side and pinning him next to Iggy with his forearm. He looked into the guy’s eyes, and finally registered who it was. He kinda sorta knew him from around town. Used to hang out with his sister back in high school. He was a lot scrawnier then. This version of the dude could probably hold his own with Mickey in a fight. He’d built some definite muscle.

“How much of that did you hear, asshole?” Mickey demanded, seeing Iggy flash the gun in his waistband in his periphery.

This idiot didn’t look as rattled as he should be, though. He just shrugged his shoulders.

“Considering I was here first, I guess… all of it?”

He was wearing an annoying little smirk, his green-blue eyes shining bright, and his red hair distracting Mickey as much as the light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He had a stupidly ultra-defined chin, and Mickey immediately hated it. His chin hadn’t looked like that when he was a 15-year-old pipsqueak.

“Wipe that smile off your face, bitch,” ordered Mickey, pressing his arm harder against the guy’s pale throat. “You think this is fuckin’ funny? You know who we are?”

The guy shrugged again, like this was all a casual conversation on the corner. “Mickey.” He glanced at his dumb, blonde, curlicue brother. “And Iggy, right? I used to hang out with Mandy all the time. Have a good memory.”

“Yeah? Well I remember your goofy ass too, Gallagher. I know where you live and I know who your family is, so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your big mouth shut or I’ll pick ‘em off one by one and save you for last. Got it?”

The dude snorted, and Mickey wondered if he was some kind of crazy tweaker with no sense of propriety or self-preservation.

“You outta your goddamn mind or somethin’?” Mickey added. “I ain’t jokin’.”

“Look, Gallaghers don’t snitch, alright?” He held his hands up placatingly. “I promise not to say shit to anyone. It’s none of my business, and I really don’t care. That good enough for you?”

Mickey loosened his hold, but sized him up all the while. “Maybe. But it’s possible you need a little lesson to remember it good. Wouldn't want you to forget about the consequences of you breakin’ your word.”

The dude winced and shoved Mickey off. “I don’t need a fucking beatdown, Mickey. I get it.”

“Ohhhh,” Mickey singsonged derisively, meeting Iggy’s gaze. “He gets it.” He thumbed his eyebrow. “Guess I’m just s’posed to believe you, huh?”

“That would be ideal, yeah.”

Mickey had to give it to him; he almost cracked a smile. The kid had balls. Most people around their neighborhood cowered before a Milkovich like spring lambs. Still, he lived by a code, and letting some rando walk away unscathed when he had dirt on him just didn’t fit the rules.

He cocked his fist back to knock it into tall, pale, and red’s pearly white teeth, just as the stunted siren of a cop car rang out very close by. Their collective heads all snapped toward the sound, and after sharing a meaningful look between brothers, Iggy took off running once again, without a word.

Normally, Mickey would’ve followed hot on his heels, but some unknown force was keeping his useless feet stuck to the dirty ground, eyes watching as Gingerballs glanced around the column at the flashing lights, taking a very long look that wasn’t suspicious at all.

Before he could react outwardly, Mickey was pulled against a hard body, Gallagher’s warm breath sending a shiver down his spine as he whispered, “Be cool. I got you.”

Suddenly, big hands were caressing Mickey’s back, and despite a part of him not minding in the least, the rest of him stiffened considerably.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he rasped out, hearing the telltale slam of a car door, and attempting to pull away. But a strong grip held him close, spinning him around so that he was the one up against the concrete now.

“Saving your thug ass. I know this guy, okay? Just chill and follow my lead.”

Okay, what the hell was this surreal turn of events? Gallagher was bold as shit, cradling Mickey all gay like. Sure, Iggy had made a fag joke earlier, kicking off this whole… whatever it was, but still. This guy had no way of knowing it was based in reality. Did he?

And had Gallagher really been gay this whole time? How had Mickey never sniffed this scorching information out?

“What’s going on here, boys?”

The copper rounded the corner, genuinely swinging his nightstick like a cartoon character, and Mickey had to suppress a deep roll of his eyes.

“Milkovich?” Mr. CPD continued, extreme disbelief coloring his voice.

Mickey was abruptly reminded that he was currently stuck between a rock and a hard body, and nothing about their entanglement screamed anything other than gay, gay, super-fucking-gay. Not that Mickey hadn’t come to accept who he was and what he liked, but he didn’t go around spreading the truth all over town either. This could seriously damage his carefully crafted reputation.

“Tony!” Ian interjected, sparing him from having to invent some lame excuse, and the cop’s eyes snapped to him instead.

“Ian?” His tone was still dripping with astonishment.

“Yeah! What's up? How you been?”

Mickey shot him an ‘are you goddamn serious right now?’ look, and Ian just squeezed his hip in tacit reply.

“Uhhh… gooood? Care to explain whatever…” he waved his stick between them, “this is?”

Ian laughed and he figured the dude truly was a nutcase. Mickey was going to jail for sure.

“Um, well,” answered Ian, suddenly playing it very meek and demure, “Mickey and I were just… you know…”

“You and… Mickey?”

“Not fucking or anything! Just... hanging out?”

“Hanging out.”

“Yeah, you know how it is. I’m tryin’ to convince Mick here to come home with me, but he’s being squirrelly.” He shook his head and shrugged. “South Side guys.”

“What the fuck?” Mickey whispered harshly, completely taken aback.

Ian just squeezed him tightly again, which was not helping his whole brain scramble situation.

“Huh,” said Tony, a tone of acceptance seeping in. “Mickey Milkovich, eh? Wow.”

“Come on, Tony. I don’t have to tell you this is all a big secret, do I?” replied Ian.

“And blondie who ran away like there was a damn fire? Did he flee a threesome?”

Mickey frowned and fake-wretched, finally speaking up. “Fuck no, man. That was my dumbass brother. He don’t like cops.”

“Uh huh. And you and your brother didn’t happen to be getting into trouble about 15 minutes ago, did you?”

“No sir,” Mickey said with a mock salute.

Ian kicked at his foot in warning.

“He’s been with me since like 3 o’clock, Tone. Scout’s honor.”

Officer Tony eyed them both with a look of skepticism, but didn’t contradict Ian’s word. The CB sounded from the open window of the black and white, with some cop-speak crackling over the airwaves.

“Stay put,” said Tony, eyes lingering longer on Mickey’s than Ian’s. “Both of you.”

He retreated to answer the radio call, and Mickey let out a deep whoosh of air.

“Goddamn, Gallagher. You’re spinnin’ quite a yarn here.”

“Yep,” Ian agreed. “A big gay yarn.”

“How the fuck did you know—”

“That you’re gay? Well, I heard Iggy make that joke, obviously. Pretty specific bottom joke to make if you weren’t actually into it. Plus, I always had my suspicions.”

Mickey scoffed. “Yeah fuckin’ right!”

“I did!”

“Whatever. Why are you helping me?”

“Out of the kindness of my heart?”

“Try again.”

“I don’t know. Why not? Makes us even or something. Now you know I won’t rat you out. About any of it. I wouldn’t out someone like that, and I don’t give a shit about the illegal crap you’re wrapped up in. Tony Markovich is like turbo gay too. Used to bang my sister, I think, but he came out a couple years ago. He won’t let it slip about you. He’s not a total bastard just cuz he’s a cop, ya know?”

Mickey bit his lip in contemplation. Gallagher seemed pretty genuine. Still didn’t much make sense in his brain, but whatever.

“Fine. But you know what’s gonna happen if—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, kick my ass, kill my family, got it.”

“You’re a cocky little shit, ain’t you?”

Ian smirked again, and it was pretty sexy, actually. “Maybe.”

He had the gall to push against Mickey more fully, pressing the bottom halves of their bodies closer together.

Mickey gasped. “Gonna have to ask you again… what the hell do you think you’re doin’?”

“You wanna go out sometime?”

Mickey cackled in his face. “You’re off your fuckin’ rocker for sure.”

“Am not! I can tell you want me.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ. Cocky little shit doesn’t even begin to cover it, does it?”

“Come onnnn,” Ian prodded.

“Do I look like I date, Gallagher?”

“A date can be whatever we want it to be, Milkovich. I’m easy.”

“Yeah, I bet you are.”

“Okay,” Tony interrupted, coming back into view. “Get the hell outta here. You wanna bang, do it indoors somewhere, or I’ll have to arrest you for public indecency or worse. And Milkovich… if I find any evidence of what I’m sure you know I’m talking about, I’ll be paying your ass a visit real soon.”

Mickey let the eyeroll loose then, withholding a flip of his middle finger, and deadpanning instead, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, officer.”

Tony sighed loudly. “Whatever.”

“Thanks, Tony!” Ian cried at his retreating back.

“You always kiss cop ass like that? Cuz that’s not the way to get into my pants, Red.”

Ian just grinned, finally pulling his body away as he looked around. “You gonna follow me home or what?”

Mickey wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and swagger away like a badass. But was he not a thirsty man being propositioned by a hot guy who just randomly saved his ass from a trip to the slammer?

He at least feigned protest, huffing and puffing as he kicked at the dirt. “Goddamn it, Gallagher, you drive a hard bargain.”

Ian’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, as Mickey added, “Lead the way, weirdo.”

#ian x mickey #fanfic #gallavich #fanfiction #asks #answers

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #384

“watch your tongue or have it cut from your head”

Do you post to say happy birthday on other people’s walls? Sometimes. Depends on my mood and the person. When was the last time you saw a rainbow? Idr. What’s your favorite television commercial? I don't watch TV enough at all to have one. And who has a favorite commercial, anyway? Do you trip a lot? I don't really trip a lot, but kinda fumble over my footing and stray a bit. I'm horrible at walking straight, and it's gotten worse as my legs have. How old is your television? The one in the living room is god knows how old. My parents were still together when they bought it. When did you last talk on the phone with someone? A couple days ago for my appointment with my psychiatrist. Are you currently sleepy? I'm quite convinced I'm permanently tired. Are you hot or cold natured? I am ALWAYS fucking hot, ugh. Do you take any advanced classes? I took mostly Honors classes in school. Do you have weak upper body strength? My body is just weak as a whole. What is the worst insult someone can call you? Emotionally weak. Are you good at sketching? If we're talking meerkats, haha. They're the only complex thing that I can freehand no problem without needing a reference, honestly. Ever play Angry Birds? Nah. I thought the movie was cute, though. Have you ever been to the zoo before? Yeah. Has anyone ever been weirdly obsessed with you? No. Are you afraid someone might steal your identity someday? It's not something I actively worry about at all. Like, you don't want my identity, I promise. Do you have any talents that come naturally? Growing up, adults always told me I was a "gifted" artist and writer. Also that I seem to have an unnaturally strong connection with animals. I've always been that person where a pet's owner is like "omg ____ never lets people do that" and whatnot. Have you ever had plastic surgery before? I haven't. It's funny though, how opposed to it I used to be... Like goddamn, I was such a fucking stupid and honestly judgmental teenager, regarding many things. I look back on her and cringe. Like damn dude, if you have a safe surgical procedure to help you enjoy the body you're stuck with the rest of your life, you go for it, boo. Are you afraid of airplane rides? Not really. What’s the best Valentine’s Day gift you’ve gotten? There was this one year where Jason had to go to work on Valentine's Day and I was super bummed, yet he still surprised me with a heart-shaped box of chocolates, roses, and a game I really wanted, Heavy Rain. I thought it was the sweetest. What is something you lose often? My phone. ;-; Do you enter a lot of sweepstakes? I don't enter any. Do you consider yourself physically active? *chuckles nervously* Do you have Netflix? Yeah. Favorite salad dressing? That Olive Garden replica you can buy at the store. Do you enjoy dancing? Once upon a time I did. My body could never handle it now. Have you ever considered writing a novel? Many times. Snow or sand? Snow, by twenty thousand miles. It is VERY hard for me to walk through sand, and I also hate hate hate hate HATE the sensation. Do you like sour candy? Heeeeeell yeah man. Have you gotten any injuries lately? If so, what & how? Nothing notable. Are you a clumsy person? Like you would not fucking believe. Last male you talked to in person? I think my primary physician's nurse. Are you thinking about asking anyone out? No. Pink lemonade or regular lemonade? Pink lemonade, for sure. But I love both. Chocolate or strawberry milk? CHOCOLATE. Strawberry milk is disgusting. Have you ever won a contest on the radio?No. Is there a song that reminds you of your best friend? There's quite a few. Has a book ever made you cry? Yes. Do you automatically check your phone when you wake up? Yes, for the time. Do you know anyone who has a pet bunny? Not that I'm aware. What store or website would you most like a gift card for? Rebel's Market. How do you feel about wolves? I adore wolves. Beautiful, majestic creatures with very interesting social dynamics. Name your top 3 favorite musical instruments. Electric guitar, violin, piano. What was the last book(s) you bought at a bookstore? At an actual bookstore, I think it was The Fault In Our Stars, which I never actually read. Do you use Pinterest? Yes. Do you know any sign language? No. Do you have a favorite poem? No. Do you have a dog? No. The one we were pretty much stuck with has a home now. Have you ever read The Little House on the Prairie series? I haven't. Have you ever gone on a service trip to an underprivileged country? No. Have you ever performed in front of more than 100 people? Yes, for dance. When (if ever) was the last time you went to church? Forever ago, I don't even remember the last time. What's a quote you think is really powerful? There's a whole lot. The first one that came to mind was, "An eye for an eye will leave the world blind," which I do believe has great depth in it. Have you ever had to do your laundry at a laundromat? Yes. Are you the oldest person who lives in your household? No. My mom is turning 60 (... I think?) this year. If you have tattoos, how long have you had them? I got my first the day I turned 18. Do you and your dad have similar personalities? We're alike in some ways, imo most notably in that we have NO fucking common sense, embarrassing as that is to admit. We're both kinda slow at understanding things, too. What were the last three things you had to drink? Mountain Lightning, milk, and water. What did your family usually do for Easter when you were a kid? Us three kids all got Easter baskets full of stuff, and we'd go egg-hunting when we were all awake. My little sister Nicole would always wake our parents up in excitement, haha. My parents hid plenty throughout the house, and there was always this one "special" egg that was actually from Mom's childhood and was extremely intricate and beautiful. You basically "won" the hunt if you found it, and it was extremely well-hidden. When you have house guests over, where do they sleep? Historically since living here, my two half-sisters and their spouses (the only people who've stayed over) slept in what is *technically* Mom's room, but for whatever reason this woman still insists on sleeping on the couch in the living room, I guess because she's used to it after all the years she didn't have her own room and bed. Are you emotionally stable? LOLOOLOLOOLLOLOOLOOLOLLOOLOLLLLLLLLLLL Do you still talk to the very first person you had sex with? No. Are you an atheist? No. I don't quite know how to define what I am, but since I believe there's SOME higher power, I don't think it's fitting to call me an atheist. What’s the largest bug you’ve ever found in your house? Hm... I'm unsure. Probably a male mosquito, 'cuz them bitches are big'ins. Would it annoy you if a stranger called you "sweetie?" If it was a man, I'd be creeped out. Are you into fashion design? Not really. What’s the worst thing you’ve gone through in the past year? My leg muscles continuing to degrade, honestly. I have to do something about this shit. How did you get your last bruise? I fell when stepping over the stupid dog gate. Have your parents ever forgotten your birthday? Yikes, no. Would you rather have some bacon or beef jerky? Bacon. Do you like your orange juice with lots or no pulp? NONE. Do you wear skinny jeans? Back when I wore jeans, they were the only kind I wore. What projects are you doing now for school? I'm outta school. What’s the most number of comments you have on a Facebook picture? What is the picture of? I have no idea. Do you like coconut flavored things? No. Have you ever met a famous author before? No. Do you know anybody who has been raped before? No, thank god. I know someone who might've almost been, though. I don't know what the fucking pig was going to do to her if my sister and I weren't there. Have you ever wished for bigger boobs? No. Being overweight, I just want smaller ones now, haha. Have you ever gone a full day without interacting with another person? I've gone many days without it. How many relationships have you been in that lasted less than a year? Four, if you're counting everyone that had the "boyfriend" title. Where were you going the last time you were on a plane? Home from Illinois. Where were you going the last time you were on a train? I've never been on one. Have you ever been significantly more physically fit than you are now? Holy fuck, yes. You would never guess now that I was perfectly healthy in high school especially, yet I still thought I was kinda fat. It hurts so much to look back on. When growing up, did you parents keep the house very tidy? I mean not excessively, but Mom was pretty dedicated to keeping the house in decent condition. With three kids though, of course the house was somewhat messy with toys and all. When you shop at IKEA, do you always stop to eat a snack/meal in the cafeteria? ... There's a fucking cafeteria in a furniture store? o_o I've never been there before. How many watches do you own? None, save for one in my "treasure box" from when I was a kid. I was SO SO SO obsessed with Finding Nemo that I kept my broken one. I did the same with my horribly aged sneakers, like the soles were coming off and Mom finally made me stop wearing them, ha. Are there any ways in which you greatly differ from everyone else in your family? I do fucking nothing and am useless to society. Should teenagers be allowed to have their cell phones with them in class? Yes, because emergencies happen. I personally think it's best to maybe have your cell phone flipped over on the corner of your desk or something and on vibrate, that way the noise isn't too disruptive and the teacher can see you're not just using it for other purposes. Do you have any gay relatives? Yes. Have you ever had to have a pet put down? Sigh, multiple. Have you unfollowed, deleted, or blocked anyone on social media recently? If so, what was the reason? Not recently. How many cups of coffee do you typically drink per day? None. Do you know what your vocal range is? No, but it's not very broad. What’s the biggest financial mistake you’ve ever made? I haven't been in this position before. Have you ever been in a relationship where there was a large difference in maturity levels? No. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed as a guest at someone’s house? I wanna say over a month while we were technically homeless. How bad was your acne when you were a teenager? Oh dear, it was rough. Like there were people who had it worse than me, but ya girl was lookin preeeetty rough lmao.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''hail to the king'' by avenged sevenfold

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direnightshade · 4 years

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That Summer Feeling

A Clyde Logan x Reader One Shot. As always, you can find this up on AO3.

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Summer’s swept its way into Boone County West Virginia, bringing with it sweltering temperatures and plenty’a people at the local watering holes. But while most are complainin’ about the temperatures, Clyde reckons that this is his favorite time of the year, ‘n’ that’s because it’s fair season. He’s standing beside Jimmy, their eyes fixated on Clyde’s niece, Sadie, as she spins around and around on one of the rides, screamin’ her little head off and laughin’ all the same. Both of the Logan men chuckle at that while they exchange mundane conversation about their upcomin’ plans for the week. Jimmy’s mentioning somethin’ about another one of Sadie’s pageants just when Clyde’s gaze shifts over to the row of booths that house the various carnival games that he’s come to love.

“Hey, are you even listenin’ t’me?!” The back of Jimmy’s hand makes contact with Clyde’s right shoulder, grabbin’ his attention again with an exasperated scoff. “I swear Momma taught you t’listen better’n that,” he says, to which Clyde replies with nothing but silence.

Just as Jimmy goes off on another one of his tangents, Clyde’s focus shifts to the approach of their little sister, Mellie, who’s lumberin’ along with a large stuffed animal in tow. “Well, well,” says Jimmy, turnin’ to face her as Clyde now finds himself smack dab in between his siblings when Mellie finally stops beside him. “Ain’t you grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ a sweet potato.”

“Yeah, and what of it?” Mellie lifts the oversized stuffed pink triceratops she’d won only moments prior to her arrival. “I just won your daughter a little somethin’. Unlike you, standin’ there all hat ‘n’ no cattle.” Her comeback causes the left corner of Clyde’s mouth to tick upward into the smallest smile, and Jimmy scoffin’ in offense to Mellie’s retort.

Jimmy opens his mouth to reply, but before he can, Clyde speaks up, his gaze shiftin’ over to his little sister. “Which booth y’get that in, Mel?”

Both of the other Logans know why he’s askin’. Clyde’s always had a knack for these carnival games, it’s what he loves most about the fair, so much so in fact that Jimmy’s surprised he’d gone as long as he had today without so much as visitin’ one. Clyde watches as Mellie thumbs over her shoulder in the direction from which she’d initially come. “Balloon dart throw. But, Clyde, they got your old arch nemesis,” she says with another shit-eatin’ grin.

Clyde’s jaw clenches, the muscles tickin’ visibly when he does so, and both Jimmy and Mellie knows what this means. They ain’t gettin’ him outta here until he either beats the Ring Toss, or the fair closes for the day (it’s always the latter). There’s only ever been one game Clyde’s never quite managed, ‘n’ it’s that one. It damn near eats him alive every year.

Muttering a barely audible ‘pardon me’, Clyde excuses himself from his siblings’ presence, eyes fixated on the rows of booths up ahead as he stalks towards the one he intends to beat if it’s the last thing he does on this planet. While he walks, his hand dips down into the front pocket of his jeans, pullin’ out a couple of fives, and when he finally reaches his destination, he slaps them down onto the wooden divide that separates him from the game. When his gaze lifts, however, he freezes in place, caught off guard by the sight of you.

You’re standin’ there, shorts showin’ off toned legs, and tank top tucked just beneath the tan money pouch that’s slung across your hips. Turnin’ away from one of the other gamers, you shift your attention to Clyde and offer him a sly grin. “Well, hi there,” you say in an overly friendly tone, fingers dancin’ along the wood divider as you stop in front of him. “It’s five tries for five dollars.”

His attention dips down to where your fingertips are barely grazing the two fives he’s set down, and only then does he move, straightenin’ his posture and removing his hands from the bills. “‘S’okay. Gimme ten dollar’s worth,” he replies with a nod.

By now, the other player has failed miserably, already having walked off to leave you and Clyde alone at the booth. When he lets go of the money, you’re quick to snatch it, stashin’ it safely away in the pouch before you turn to retrieve ten rings. Turnin’ back to him, you extend your arm forward as if to hand him the rings, but when he reaches for them, you pull them away. “Ah!” Your free hand slips into his to push it down towards the wooden divider. “Don’t be so quick to grab,” you teasingly scold him. He’s not sure if it’s the words that are leavin’ your mouth, or the way your hand’s still in his, but he can feel the tips of his ears growin’ hot ‘n’ he’s suddenly real grateful for that long hair’a his. “All’s y’got to do is get one’a them there rings over ‘n’ around the neck’a one those bottles over there.”

He notices now that as you’re speakin’, your hand isn’t leavin’ his, and he’s not sure if that’s by design or if it’s a subconscious move. He can’t help but wish that it’s the latter.

“I know how to play,” he says, breaking his own reverie. Only then do you hand over the rings to him, your hand slippin’ away from his own, the sly smile still present as you step away from him.

“Go on then, hotshot, let’s see your best.” You fold your arms across your chest and lean against the corner of the booth, eyes fluttering between Clyde and the game, watching as he lines up his first shot. He goes with the underhand shot first, the ring circling around the top of the bottle before slidin’ right off. You don’t miss the way the muscles of his well defined jaw tick in silent agitation, though he doesn’t say so much as a word. He tries a second time using the same method, and this time when the ring drops down between the bottles, he exhales a long breath through his nose, the huff makin’ you smile a little to yourself.

Clyde tries again ‘n’ again, each time gettin’ more and more frustrated with his lack of winnin’. After he misses his final shot, his hand comes slammin’ down onto the wood just as he huffs out another breath, this time a curse leavin’ right along with it. “C’mon, hotshot,” you say as you step on over to him, your hand dipping down into the money pouch to pull out a ring for yourself. With your attention still on him, and his eyes borin’ into yours, you flick your wrist to hurtle the ring towards the bottles. You make it look so effortless, the way the ring slides down overtop one of the bottles’ necks. “It really ain’t that hard,” you taunt, the teasing tone makin’ another appearance.

“How’d y’do it then,” he asks, leaning in to rest his forearms against the wood, his body hunched down to where he’s now lookin’ up at you.

You smile, and he swears it’s the prettiest fuckin’ thing he’s ever seen in all’a Boone County, and this part’a God’s green Earth is filled with plenty’a beautiful things. Your shoulders roll into a nonchalant shrug as you turn away from him momentarily to collect the rings, stuffing them all back into your pouch. Only then do you turn back to face him, resting your own forearms against the wood directly beside him, looking over to him when you do so.

“Tell you what,” you start, the smile you’d sported a mere moment ago has grown into something softer, shier. “You take me out to one’a those there stalls later, say in about an hour or so, ‘n’ I’ll tell you all about it.”

Clyde chuckles, brows raisin’ just before he makes his reply. “Y’mean like a date?”

It’s your turn to feel the heat on your face now as a flush creeps up onto your cheeks, head nodding slightly. “Yeah. Yeah, I s’pose like a date.”

He’s grinnin’ now, shifting to straighten himself up to his usual height. “An hour it is then.” Clyde throws a quick wink your way before turnin’ to make his way back to Mellie, Jimmy, ‘n’ Sadie. For the first time since he’s started to play these fairground games, he walks away from the Ring Toss with a smile.

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#There's just a lot of fluff with this one #So much Clyde fluff #Clyde Logan #Clyde #Logan Lucky #Clyde x Reader #Clyde Logan x Reader #direnightshade

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d0ntw0rrybehappy · 3 years

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i’m going insane lol

so i feel like the next step in working hard is to not even perceive the work i’m doing as tiring. (rereading this it’s making me lol.) it seems weird that i find a part time job at a restaurant this exhausting? and like i can’t pretend that i’m not tired, but i have to somehow take better care of myself and set the conditions to not be tired from it.

i’ve been thinking about baudrillard/barthes a lot still -- pleasantly surprised that their theories are interesting to apply to any- and everything. for example, they both go into how every statement can also be read as its opposite or negation. so, to quote baudrillard, saying “i am not afraid of communism” also implies that communism is something you should be afraid of.

i’ve been using this as a kind of paranoid way to gain insight into why people tell me that i am “strong” because i don’t really know what that means. (other things i am told i am often: sweet, intense). it’s like what they’re saying is, there’s some kind of context, a milieu of weak people i’m being compared to. or like they want to reassure me that i am strong, because i actually come across as how i feel: like a particularly lost, unstable, emotional, sensitive, and lonely person.

i can’t with restaurant work anymore. it. SUCKS. i want to fucking get out, i am like a rat scrabbling at the walls of a glass aquarium. all novelty has worn off, all misguided overtures of honest work or “people skills.” and i’m still stuck here, still holding my breath in the deep end until i can find the eject button. i am tired, my body aches. my body aches!!

i want to just grind my way out (here we are with barthes again -- well if you truly wanted to do that you’d just shut the fuck up and do it instead of writing about it), but here i am, eating another round of chocolate (i don’t smoke, i don’t have sex, i truly just eat), constantly fucking hungry. then like a bull mowing into a red flag i realize i have been grinding...in a completely useless direction. it is like my passion for learning about things gets scattered every which way and i just can’t start, every path is equally exciting and awful and the injunction to “choose” is not “clicking” in my “head.” it’s like my mind cracked open at some point in my teenage years (when i started smoking weed, when my child universe was decisively fractured by a friend) and now the crack is snowing fireworks and glitter and i shift in and out of unreality.

reality is almost too painful to bear. nobody’s happy: you can find contentment by accepting your current lot, but “happiness" is really just contrast or relief from pain. it comes in and out. most people are too lazy or small-minded or too busy complaining to feel content, or their lives are just too twiggy, got too long in the wrong direction or are just too fucking hard. i guess i still am happy, and still love life, in a sort of ferocious and bloody and hungry way.

love is bleak, though. i barely even know how to define it anymore. (culture defines a love which we yearn for; we experience “love” insofar as our real love fleetingly resembles this model, only to come up short -- baudrillard). re: love, to use my mom’s favorite school-of-hard-knocks memory device for the laws of thermodynamics -- a subject she took? -- you can’t win, you can’t break even, you can’t get outta the game (and death and taxes). you are going to get royally FUCKED by love just like everybody else, and you are STILL gonna play, you beautiful mortal fool. like the tarot cards lauren dealt me, putting away the three cards she’d used to describe my near future and then flipping through the entire deck, picture side up, without realizing that i was quietly watching it describe my whole entire life -- clinging at the edge of my seat to see some eventual combination that spelled good, strong, lasting love and seeing only struggle, happiness, struggle, pain, struggle, and finally ending, at my death, in a small statue made of gold.

see also, other realities i hate to swallow: nearly all interpersonal problems are insurmountable and better left undealt with, and work basically sucks unless you are very lucky and very smart.

work. let’s go back to that. i used to think my work would be respected off its merit; now i see the merit in literally fucking my way up. i wonder if i should even be an artist at all. artists are kinda like showponies or whores; they’re not actually important. the more honest and wonderful they are, the less important they probably are, like schoolteachers. they have an impact on an individual level. but on a societal level, you have no control as an artist. you just get played by bigger fish. better to find a way to have your hands on the gears; that way you have a shot at making a higher-order change to society. but alas, the (capitalist) system is totally out of everyone’s hands and will keep running as usual no matter what you do, still savage in equal amounts, i think. doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. but at this point i’d give a toe or finger to work for someplace like youtube. at least it’s reached critical mass where i could do something cool and make a difference with emerging media.

that or i pander to whatever blathering brain-melting slop, drivel, they’re putting on tv for kids and adults. or manage to convince a smaller nonprofit that i am “good at talking to people from diverse socioeconomic backgrounds,” whatever the hell that fucking means. or maybe, ugh god, i’ll work for an ad agency? or do digital strategy? and um, i could say some shit about how capitalism is darwinism and money is a form of social control that works so well because it’s out of the hands of any individual person, and i should probably just stick with art and believe in it, and maybe like, apply for grants. but i want a job, a full-time job. i want stability and enough money that i don't feel guilty buying new underwear and i don't want to hustle to keep the tap running month-to-month and i want to spend the majority of my time doing something i find fulfilling. and soon enough i'll get that, and all my dreams will come true: i’m going to get married and become a fat mom taking my kids to piano practice and saying “the meeting went on forever today,” and i’ll have a husband who never cleans the house enough, and then we’ll get divorced and he’ll find someone 20 years younger and i’ll live out the rest of my years semi-happily alone and i don’t know how i will ever have time to make art again. or if i do i just hope it’s not hobby-like, second-rate.

i wish i could have (feel) the bare-faced honesty and love of sha’carri richardson hugging her grandmother after she worked her ass off for a race. instead everything is this weird simulation where i never feel like i love anybody enough or like i’m working hard enough. i can’t speak honestly except when i am writing about myself (strong, sweet, intense, narcissistic) or things i have noticed, as directed to my own imaginary friend. when i try to communicate irl (or, worst of all, “be real”) it’s all so overthought, overwrought, self-conscious. the only person who knows my real private self is the girl winking at me on my black lives matter poster. i hope she doesn’t mind being here in my room. ducky, the stuffed animal brandon gave me, was also supportive but i put him away because it seemed bad to tell future guys that my stuffed animal is “the child of divorce.” and now /you guys/ know me a little bit, because i took the time to pretend you were all my imaginary friend, my dearest pen pal who laughs at all my jokes and gets all my references, and stopped pretending i was anything besides what’s written here.

and i think, like, a lot of people now live in this weird simulation? and are so confused about romantic and familial love to the point where everyone is getting off on family members fucking each other and can’t decide if it’s normal to think kids are hot? but i guess that was always some weird fucked-up demon side of human existence? another thing i’m supposed to accept. (also sorry trigger warning.) and another thing i took for granted as a child, that most people, if not everyone, is weird/gross/evil, but now that my mind is cracked this shocks me all over again and i seek some sort of explanation. it’s like i can’t find a real hunk of closeness anywhere. i’m close to my own family, but in my other relationships we’re either too distant or too close and i’m desperately searching for just some normal friends. and to be able to give a speech where i tell someone i really love them and for it to ring true. but i try to be grateful that i live in driving distance to the beach and there’s air conditioning and once i stop being a stupid baby there’s probably more friends and work and stuff out there for me. and then i’ll have some new problem.

#i would put this as read more but it doesnt work on my blog SORRYYY

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romanticrising · 4 years

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Mine//JJ Maybank x Reader

Request: can you write a fic where jj sees the reader, his secret crush, flirting with someone at the kegger and he gets super jealous so they go back to one of their houses and get it onnnn from @sierra-b

Warnings: smut, basically unprotected sex (birth control doesn’t prevent STDs so use condoms, kids), underage drinking, language, teensy bit of violence, some angst, this is barely proofread so that’s a warning too i guess

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Keggers with the Pogues were, without a doubt, my favorite thing ever. They usually ended with all of us getting blackout drunk and going back to the Chateau to dick around and sleep it off. It also meant I got to see JJ drunk. I’d had a thing for him for a while, and he was a super flirty drunk. Thankfully, tonight some guy was hosting a kegger in the Boneyard. I was in my room, getting changed with Kiara so she could help me pick something out that would turn his head.

“So, how’s it going with JJ?” She asked, undoing one of her braids so she could fix where the strands had fallen out earlier.

I groaned playfully while sorting through the bathing suits I had out on my bed, trying to pick one for tonight. Since Kiara knew about my crush on JJ, she was quick to ask about our relationship whenever she could. Not that much was happening with us. We would flirt back and forth and tease each other with sly comments and semi-accidental touches, but nothing had ever happened between us.

“Pretty much same as yesterday,” I said, rolling my eyes and holding two bathing suits up against each other, comparing them. I had a feeling tonight would be good, and I wanted to take advantage of it.

“You totally have to make a move tonight,” Kiara said. “Come on, you’ve had a thing for him for so long. I know it kills you when you see him with other girls, so either make a move or give him a taste of his own medicine. And if all goes well maybe tonight you guys will—”

“Oh my God, Kie!” I threw the bathing suit top I was holding at her.

“Hey, don’t pretend like you don’t want it to happen!” She threw it back to me. “By the way, you should definitely wear that one if you’re still trying to chose.”

“Thanks.” I dug through the pile again, looking for the matching bottoms. “Yeah, you might actually have a point. Why shouldn’t I flirt with someone?”

“Exactly! Before you know it you’ll have him wrapped around your little finger.”

We burst into giggles as I changed into my bathing suit. The one Kiara told me to wear was a light pink triangle top that tied around my neck and at my back. The bottoms were barely there and tied on either side of my hips, showing off just enough to (hopefully) drive JJ wild.

We met up with the guys at the Boneyard as the party was already in full swing. JJ was where I expected him to be, downing a beer surrounded by people cheering him on. I made my way through the crowd, watching him as he finished chugging it and looked around. The moment he found me his face broke into his heartbreaking, boyish grin that made girls fawn over him. I knew he smiled at other girls like that, but sometimes I liked to pretend I was the only one he gave that smile to.

“Damn, L/N, you clean up nice.” He whistled, winking at me and dragging me into the center of the crowd. He took a moment to look me up and down, studying me. I’d decided to forgo a shirt and just threw on a pair of tattered denim shorts. The bikini I was wearing did wonders for my figure, especially the top, which barely covered my breasts. I watched JJ not-so-subtly check me out, his eyes skimming over the curve of my breasts, down to my waist and back up. I blushed but returned the favor, studying the way his gray muscle tee showed off the definition in his arms when he used his muscles and hinted at his abs underneath. Everything about him was gorgeous, from his messy blonde surfer hair and blue eyes, to the defined musculature of his body.

He shook his head as if to snap out of a trance and turned back to the party around us. That was the effect he had on me— no matter where we were, the minute he focused on me it was like everything else was white noise in the background. He filled a red Solo cup with beer from the keg in the center of the circle and held it out to me.

I took it as he started a chant of “Chug, chug, chug!” Never one to pass up a challenge, I tipped the cup back and relaxed my throat, draining the sour, bubbly liquid from the cup. It burned my throat and made my eyes water as it went down, but I ignored that for the sound of the crowd, now chanting my last name. JJ laughed as I held the cup upside down over my head to prove that it was empty.

“That’s my girl!” He praised, holding his hand out for the Pogue handshake. I slapped his hand back in the pattern our crew had made up a long time ago and he laid his arm across my shoulders, pumping his free hand in the air. He let out a whoop, shaking out his hair. God, he was hot.

We made out way out of the crowd and to where John B, Pope, and Kie were sitting on some logs around a fire pit. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of JJ with his arm around my shoulder, but I shook my head. It was just a friendly gesture. He didn’t mean anything by it. Right? She wrinkled her nose in response and nodded at someone behind me. I nudged his arm off of me and turned to see who it was.

Kie had been motioning to a Kook I’d seen before but didn’t really know because he didn’t hang out with the really obnoxious Kooks like Topper and Rafe. So, he was the ideal guy to make JJ jealous. I nodded and waved bye to the boys, making my way over with the excuse of getting more beer.

I slid my way between two girls and the Kook in question, grabbing a can of beer in the process and downing as much of it as I could. He turned around when I tapped his shoulder and didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes went straight down to my breasts. Ugh, what a douche.

“Hey,” he slurred. Oh, great. A drunk douche. Even better. The things I do for love.

“Hey yourself,” I said, running a hand up his arm. He watched my hand, smirking. I fought the urge to look over my shoulder to see if JJ was watching us.

The Kook licked his lips. “You here alone?”

“Maybe. Would it matter if I wasn’t?”

“Babe, I don’t care if you’re dating the fuckin’ President. Let’s get outta here.”

He took my hand and led me out of the party. I looked back over my shoulder to see Kie giving me two thumbs up and JJ glaring at the guy. Kie mouthed something to me that I didn’t quite catch but I took it as support and followed the Kook into the sparse woods that started where the beach ended. He leaned back against the first semi-secluded tree he found and pulled me closer by my waist.

I wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this but nevertheless I ran my hands up his shoulders and linked my arms behind his neck.

“You know, you’re pretty hot for a Pogue.” I almost slapped him for that but I decided it wouldn’t exactly help me if I was trying to seduce him. Just this once, I let it slide.

“So are you, for a Kook,” I retorted, struggling to keep the edge from my voice. But, he was too drunk to hear the insult and just laughed instead. He dipped his head down and I met his lips with mine. I threaded my fingers through the Kook’s hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He tasted like beer but I could feel the alcohol I’d shotgunned earlier already fogging up my head so I barely noticed it. I broke the kiss for a moment, spinning us around so I was pinned to the tree. I caught his lips again in an open-mouthed kiss that was a little too messy to be pleasant but we separated, laughing.

“Do you wanna go back to my place and—” He never got to finish that sentence because JJ came out of nowhere and punched him hard in the head. The Kook stumbled back from me, swearing.

“Get the fuck off her!” JJ yelled at the Kook as the Kook scrambled to get back on his feet.

“What the hell, man!” Just as he managed to get back on his feet, JJ shoved him backwards. I regained control of my senses and grabbed JJ’s arm.

“JJ, stop! He wasn’t doing anything wrong!” I pleaded with him, hoping for once he would listen to me. He tried to pull his arm away but I held on.

“Like hell he wasn’t.” He turned to the Kook who was already trying to take advantage of JJ’s momentary pause to get away. “Do you think it’s funny to mack on my girl like that?” He kicked dirt in the direction of the Kook.

“Oh my God! What is your problem? We were just making out!”

“You!” JJ finally succeeded in pulling his arm away from me. I balked at his statement. What was he talking about? “You are my problem. You can’t just flirt with me and then go mack on some Kook like its nothing!”

“So you’re allowed to sleep with any girl but if I so much as kiss another guy you go beat him up?” Everything was spinning so fast in my head, and the beer was not helping. I tried to be mad at him for his hypocrisy but I kept getting stuck on things he had said. He’d called me “his girl” twice today, once as a compliment, but just now to the Kook… that was definitely a loaded statement.

“If you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t done that in a while!”

I laughed as a reflex, trying to hide the embarrassment I was feeling. This was really not how I wanted tonight to go. I thought it was a good idea to kiss that guy to see if it would make him jealous, but it seemed like I had succeeded only in hurting his feelings. Wait a minute.

“Are you jealous?” I asked quietly. JJ froze and for a moment I got a glimpse of the vulnerable side he hid behind sarcastic humor and feigned disinterest. He quickly recovered but I’d seen all I needed to. It felt like a million fireworks were going off in my chest. He actually liked me. JJ Maybank, one of my best friends, the guy I’d had a crush on for the past two years, liked me too.

Playfully, I punched his shoulder. “I like you too, dumbass.”

JJ let out a sigh of relief and ran his hands through his hair. He caught my hand and wrapped one arm around my waist, cupping my face with his other hand. He traced my lips with his thumb, searching my face for any sign of apprehension. When he found none, he leaned forward and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, feeling like very nerve ending in my body was on fire. I pulled on his hair and he let out a low moan, pushing me against the tree. We separated for air and he leaned his forehead against mine.

“My place is closer,” I panted, running my hands down his chest. He held my face in both hands and kissed me quickly before dropping his hands again and grinning.

“Wow, didn’t know you were the kind of girl to take a guy home on the first date.” He meant it as a joke but I could tell he wanted to go back to my place just as much as I did.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes.

“Make me,” JJ retorted, planting a kiss on my neck before lightly biting on my skin. I gasped, feeling shivers of pleasure skitter up my spine. He moved away so he could look me in the eyes. “Now you’re the one who needs to shut up. We’re not supposed to mack on other Pogues.”

John B: the world’s biggest cockblock. “Fuck the rule. Let’s go.”

I followed JJ through the woods as we made our way back to my house. It would’ve been faster but we kept taking stops when one of us would want a kiss from the other and we would stop to make out before we realized we really didn’t want our first time together to be against a tree.

My parents weren’t home thankfully because the first thing JJ did when we were inside the door was push me against it and run his rough hands up my body. Our lips met in a passionate kiss that had me tugging at his shirt, wanting him to be wearing way less clothing. He laughed at my haste and tugged his shirt off, tossing it somewhere on my floor. I ran my hands over his chest like I had been wanting to do for so long. He trailed kisses along my neck, leaving love bites along my neck and collarbones. His hands went around my back and he pulled the string on my bathing suit, untying it and sliding it over my head. He let out a soft “Fuck” when he saw my breasts, running a hand through his hair.

I pulled his mouth back to mine, battling his tongue for dominance but not trying too hard. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the door above my head. He kissed down my chest until he reached my breasts and proceeded to bite on the skin there, avoiding my nipples. His tongue lightly brushed my nipple and I whimpered, pulling on his hands. He used his other hand to cup my other breast, massaging it and pinching my nipple as I moaned, not caring who heard. I could feel my arousal pooling in my bikini bottoms, which turned me on even more. JJ finally bit the nipple he had been teasing and I cried out, arching into him and struggling once again against his hand.

He switched which hand was holding my wrists hostage to continue his treatment on my breasts once again, kissing the one he’d been fondling before and vice versa. By the time he was finished, I was beyond turned on and soaking through my bikini bottoms. He let go of my hands and I pulled on his hair, crashing my lips into his. After I broke away, I led him down the hall to my room. I kicked the door shut behind me and pushed him onto my bed. He kicked his shoes off and chuckled as I undid his shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung out, already rock hard and leaking precum at the tip.

JJ groaned as I stroked his shaft, lightly scratching it with my nails. I pressed kisses along the underside of his shaft, teasing him like he had done to me. When I got to the tip, I swiped my thumb over it to collect his precum and licked it off my finger. He groaned again, tossing his head back and clutching my sheets with his fingers. The sight of him completely at my mercy gave me pause for a moment, before I surprised him— and myself— by taking him into my mouth and slowly opening my throat to completely encompass him. He lazily bucked his hips up, forcing his dick further into my mouth and activating my gag reflex.

Tears pricked at my eyes but I bobbed my head up and down anyway. His hand fisted my hair into a ponytail, moving my head further down around him and moving his hips up to meet me. I groaned against him which caused JJ to moan out as well.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he said through shallow breaths. His voice was raspy with need and the ache between my legs throbbed with every pulse of his hips. I could feel him twitch in my mouth, so I pulled my mouth off him with a pop. He moaned in protest. With a smile, I straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss him, running my fingers through his hair. Soon enough, he flipped me around and unbuttoned my shorts, sliding them off my legs. He rubbed me through my bikini bottoms, chuckling when he realized how wet I was for him.

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll forget all about that Kook, okay baby?” He didn’t waste any time removing my bikini and running a finger through my wet folds, licking my arousal off his fingers like I’d done to him.

“Please, JJ, I need you,” I begged him.

“Shit, babe, alright. Do you have condoms?”

“Its fine, I’m on birth control.” JJ grinned at that, stroking his cock a few times before lining up at my entrance and pushing into me. We both moaned at the sensation and he gave me a few moments to adjust before he started thrusting into me at a constant pace, picking up speed as he went.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “I bet that Kook couldn’t make you feel this good.”

I moaned at his words, wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer. As soon as I did that I felt him hit a part of me that made my eyes roll back as I whimpered his name. I dug my nails into his back, leaving deep scratches that would show everyone tomorrow that he was mine. The knot in my stomach clenched as he kept up his pace and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. When I told him as much, he groaned and snapped his hips into me harder than I thought possible. I knew he was good in bed, but not this good. I’d never felt such intense pleasure.

“JJ, fuck, I’m gonna—” I never finished my sentence because my orgasm hit me almost out of nowhere. I clutched at his shoulders, kissing him as my legs shook and the tension in my stomach unraveled. He came a moment later, moaning against my lips. He thrusted a few more times as we rode out our highs, then pulled out and grabbed a towel from my bathroom. JJ helped me clean the cum off my legs and pulled his boxers back on, tossing my blankets aside as I searched my room for a pair of underwear and a large shirt. I crawled into my bed beside him and he wrapped me in his arms, kissing the top of my head.

“We should do that more often,” he remarked, rubbing my back softly.

“We really should,” I agreed.

The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was JJ’s whisper of, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #x reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks #outer banks imagine #obx #obx netflix #outer banks fanfiction

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yarasun · 4 years

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Illicit Desire 2; l.dh

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: A secret friendship between the heirs of rival companies. But behind the label of friendship, feelings of affection lingered. Donghyuck who would give up everything to be with you, goes out of his way to show you how he feels. It’s a risky decision, but he’d do anything to make you his. Despite being an illicit desire.

Author’s Note: This was all based of my imaginations. Plot was reccomended to me by a friend. Credits to the KDrama The Inheritors, this is where I got a small bit of the Business School idea from. As mentioned, these were mere products of my imaginations, and does not define the idols mentioned. I suggest reading the first part before jumping to this one.

>>Illicit Desire 1<<

"Have a place in mind darling?" Donghyuck asked as you fastened your seatbelt. You were currently on the passenger seat of his car as he drove out of the school's parking lot. "Heio's Café serves the best milkshakes." You suggested as he pulled out to the main road.

After your tensed conversation with Donghyuck in the cafeteria, he decided to take you out for some milkshakes, as a friendly date. Or so you thought. He knew he couldn't talk to you as much in the campus as other students would start up a huge dating rumor, so that was risky. Instead, he opted to take you out for some snacks.

"Is it okay if I play some music?" He nods as he continues to keep one hand on the wheel whilst the other was resting on his thigh. You took your phone out and connected to his car's bluetooth and tapping a random song from your playlist.

Secret Love by Hunter Hayes. You stared out the window of Donghyuck's customized matte grey Porsche 911. Your eyes wander by the passing buildings and other vehicles on the road. Oblivious to the fact that the boy behind the wheel stole glances of your small figure.

He would be bluffing himself if he said he didn't like you. Ever since he saw you walk into that cozy pastry shop across the campus, he couldn't stop thinking about you. Your soft caramel skin that glows from afar, your perfectly styled short wavy hair that reaches only above your shoulders, and your round doll like eyes that drowns whoever stares too deeply into them.

A week later, he found you again. Apparently you were together in most of your classes, so he had many opportunities to steal glances at you while you tugged on your waves whenever you couldn't understand those questionnaires in Basic Microeconomics.

Months passed and it was the school's annual foundation party. Many booths were set up for all the students to enjoy and there was also a formal dance. Therefore, students were required to wear formal attire.

You showed up to the party in a long forest green dress that reached the ground. It had a plunging line that went down just above your belly button, but it hid all that was necessary. Overall, it gave off an alluring look. It was then he realized his affection for you was not just a simple infatuation. It was something far more intense.

The whole night, he silently admired you from his table. He refused to go along with his friends to try out the booths or even dance, he just sat there, watching you with passionate eyes and a stupid smile.

"I can feel your eyes on me." You said and sat properly on the seat. He chuckled and grabbed your hand. Interlocking your fingers and placing it on his thigh. That action made your cheeks heat up, as if the devil himself gave you a kiss. It burned yet you liked it. Your mind suddenly lost all its sanity, its like your brain was doing backflips in sync with your heart drumming against your chest.

His hand was soft, like clumps of clouds in the sky. He held on your smaller ones with such gentleness, afraid of possibly hurting it by just one flick. Him holding your hands was such a comforting feeling, it gave you warmth and it felt so right.

"I've always wanted to know how it feels to have your hands in mine darling." He admits in such a timorous voice, probably diffident to avow his little aspiration. It was so unlike his usual loquacious and banter personality. You questioned if it was Lee Donghyuck you were with.

When you're livin' a life that you gotta deny When you feel, how we feel, but you gotta keep lying It's only gonna mess you up inside When you walk by each other in a crowded room And nobody sees how I'm looking at you But we'll meet in a minute by the rendezvous Only you know what I mean.

Secret love, all the things we do Secret love, baby me and you Got a secret love Stayin' undercover and outta sight If nobody knows then we're doin' it right Secret love We've got a secret love

You smiled bitterly as you listened to Hunter's voice in the background. You and Donghyuck had something similar, it was explicit you both liked each other, but it must remain inconspicuous. Especially with the numerous inquisitive eyes. Thus, both of you have to result into refuting the feelings. Keeping it behind the little friendship.

After a few silent moments in the car, Donghyuck pulls up into the mini parking lot of the café. You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out the car. The cold zephyr caressing your skin as you saunter into the welcoming shop.

"What do you want darling?" Donghyuck asks softly, his fingers rubbing soft, soothing circles on your back. It was like his fingers were on fire, those little circles burned through your skin, it made your heart explode and you bit back a smile that was forming on your lip. He made you feel so messed up, in many different ways.

"Cookie Dough milkshake with vanilla syrup on top, and ask for extra chips." You answered him. He nodded and placed your orders on the panel. Taking the receipt, he once again interlocks your fingers and leads you to a booth.

Upon sitting down, he lets out a soft breath of air and leans his head on your shoulder. Your cheeks flushed a bright hue of pinkish-reddish. It made your heart drum louder in your chest as he fiddles with your fingers. His hair, it felt so soft and fluffy on your cheeks. It smelled sweet, like a mix of chocolates with coconut oil. You had the urge to entangle your fingers in his hair.

Realizing the scenario, you shrugged him off your shoulders. He pouted, and seemed so confused and disappointed. "Why?" He asked looking at you mystified. The boy was perplexed as to why you shrugged him off. He knew you liked him, so why did you have to deny it?

"Have you lost all sanity? People could recognize us and rumors would spread." You said holding back the urge to smack his head. He was making this so difficult for you. Yes, you desiderated the idea of being with Donghyuck. To have him in your arms, for him to lean on your shoulders, and to have his soft lips on yours. You yearned for it, that you would not deny.

Lee Donghyuck was ethereal. He walks into a room and everyone turns their head to look at him. People were enthralled by his beauteous charisma. He resembled the beauty of a sunset, aesthetically pleasing, and debonair. As if he was crated by perfection, even he could stand up to Narcissus' ravishing looks. It was no joke, as to why everyone fell head over heels for the heir of LEE Medical Co.

Not only was Donghyuck good looking, he was astute and perspicacious. He aces majority of his tests and belongs to the highest rankings for scores of every test. He never drops from the spot of 5th and up. Last year, he was the highest scoring student of the whole school. Despite his nigh on perfect persona, Lee Donghyuck was unostentatious and self-deprecating.

A few moments later, your orders were served. You sipped your milkshake while Donghyuck took small bites off his macaroons. Heio's Café is one of your most favorite places to stop by and satisfy your sugary cravings. It was a go-to-spot for you to study and hang out with friends.

"Not only does Heio's serve great milkshakes, their macaroons are really good." Donghyuck says and you smile at him. His face was puffy, probably from the macaroons that were stuffed in his cheeks. Looking at him like that, you thought how lucky you were. To be able to see this different side of Donghyuck.

Despite his gregarious and amiable spirit, he never had rumors of being affectionate with other people. He only jokes around with his friends, but there were zero stories of him hooking up with girls. Regardless of knowing he could get any girl with his looks, he just never liked the idea of it.

"I've never tried their macaroons." You admitted and Donghyuck looked like he was ready to explode. His facial expression showing how you sounded implausible. He takes a half-eaten macaroon and holds it up in front of you. "Say aah." He says, in such a childish voice.

You parted your lips slightly and he fed you the macaroon. He stares at you, awaiting your reaction. The pastry melted in your mouth and your eyes lit up. It was luscious, an inviting taste. You showed him two thumbs up with a genuine smile and he beamed.

His face lit up, as if rainbows poured on him. He looked so happy, as if in front of him was the one thing that completes his life. As if your reaction meant the world to him. He seemed buoyant. Like he was floating atop cloud nine. Reaching over the table, he grabs your cheeks and squishes them.

The small gesture, once again, caused an eruption in your heart. The little butterflies going wild in your stomach. Your cheeks burned under his touched. Why does he make it so hard for you to stop liking him?

It's like he is pulling you into this beautiful chimera of love, but once you're there, he pushes you off the edge. Thus, you fall. You fall into this fathomless caliginous, agonizing and torturous reality. He doesn't and won't ever reciprocate the love, the way you do.

Loving Lee Donghyuck, is dangerous. He lets you assume that he truly loves you. That loving him was all sunshine and rainbows, it wasn't. Loving Donghyuck was pain, belligerent, detrimental, noxious. Doting on Lee Donghyuck would be messy, and painful. There was no reassurance of a happily ever after.

But, were you willing to take that? Maybe.

You thought that the day would end there. No. Lee Donghyuck had other plans. Since it was a Saturday tomorrow, he had decided to take you to the arcade. You both loved arcades, especially the Just Dance machine. Donghyuck was a natural dancer, he swayed to the music and it is as if he was one with the rhythm.

Donghyuck's group of friends were also a talented bunch. They were all specially gifted. Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin were shockingly good at rapping. Zhong Chenle, Huang Renjun and Lee Donghyuck had such mellow voices. Park Jisung, their youngest member, was a dancing machine. He just looks captivating on stage. Their group would often participate in the school's talent show, and for 3 straight years, they've always had the title of champions.

You, on the other hand, was a moderate dancer. You were part of the school's dance team and often performed during school events. But you were nothing compared to Donghyuck's friends. It's like they were born to dance. It was a natural skill that they all possessed, and they make use of that skill flawlessly.

"Ready darling?" Donghyuck asked. You nodded and the music brought excitement in both of your bodies. Moving to the beat of the song, both of you and Donghyuck, never missed a beat. Smiles on both your faces, you enjoyed every line and dance step of the song.

After a few dances, you both panted heavily, trying to get a grip of your breathing. Since both of you were certified dancers, Donghyuck thought it would be a good idea that you dance to some of the hardest dances in the game. Your points were pretty close but Donghyuck pulled up by a few points.

You were sweating excessively and Donghyuck noticed the wet patch on your shirt. He took off his coat to put it over you, an attempt to hide the transparency of your blouse. You smiled politely at his gesture and hugged the coat tighter on your body.

"Would you like to have dinner before we part ways, darling?" He asked as you both exited the arcade. You nodded, too exhausted to speak. Noticing your frazzled expression, Donghyuck snaked his arm over your shoulder and leaned your head on his shoulders.

You were too debilitated to protest with his actions, so you gave in. The both of you continued walking until you halted in front of a Thai restaurant. "You like spice am I right darling?" He asks and you nodded. He smiled and led you in.

Donghyuck was such an ideal type of guy. He was sweet, thoughtful and ardent. Yet again, with his status, and fame, it was inevitable that he could hurt you. You were still rivals in the business industry, and who knows, he could deceive you. An you were not willing to risk that.

Despite your desire of it, having a relationship with Donghyuck could be devious, perilous and merciless. It's like an example of dark chocolates. It starts off sweet, but the longer it stays in your mouth, the taste of bitterness lingers on your tongue. That's what being with Donghyuck feels like. He may be sweet and affectionate at first, but you never know, he might suddenly decide, he doesn't feel that way anymore. Like he could tear you off his book of life. As if you were some useless chapter.

Would you be considered a masochist, if you still relish in the thought of drowning in agony? Just to be with Lee Donghyuck. Maybe.

"Darling, eat up. Or are you not feeling well?" He speaks up. You were too caught up in your thoughts, failing to realize that the food had already been served. He looks at you with an agitated face as you pick up your chopsticks. Maybe you were just drained from the activities, thus, your hands were shaky as you popped a piece of sweet chili chicken in your mouth.

Donghyuck stood up from his seat, opposite yours, and proceeds to sit beside you. "I'm spoon-feeding you. You seem so exhausted." He says and feeds you some Pad Thai noodles. You didn't have enough energy to dispute with Donghyuck, thus you just went along with his actions.

As the dinner continued, he kept talking to you about little things. Most of the information shocked you. Donghyuck didn't seem like that kind of person as he continued to tell you stories of him. Besides his family reputation, it seems as if Lee Donghyuck was just like any ordinary teenager.

He was just dragged into this family drama, without any rights to oblige. Just like you. He simply wants to grow up like any other. Graduate, find love, have a decent job, and grow old with his own family. He never asked for arranged marriages, threats and a burden of responsibilities. He just wanted to pursue his dreams, you.

After dinner, he finally decided to take you home. While walking towards his car, Donghyuck intertwined your fingers with his once more. He was fond of the thought of your hands being in his. Holding it. He loved the feeling of holding you, never wanting to let go. Afraid that if he does, you might slip away from him. He abhorred the thought of being unable to call you his. He loathe the idea of not being able to tell you utterly how he truly feels about you. He despised not being with you.

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"It's apparent that you adore her Donghyuck. Stop trying to negate the feelings." Renjun says as he takes a seat on one of the barstools of their hangout spot. Huang Renjun's family owns the school, so they were able to claim an unused room and renovate it. The group made it their official place of hanging out.

"No it is not." The younger boy denied and Park Jisung snorts from beside him . Donghyuck looks at him, as if the boy had grown an extra head. "Look, it's very obvious that you like her. Why are you trying to deny it?"

After the encounter with you in the hallway, the group of friends decided to interrogate poor Donghyuck. They never knew the both of you were on speaking terms, let alone friends. They knew about the history between both your families, thus they've always thought you despised each other's existence.

"He's afraid of the outcomes. Aren't you Donghyuck?" Na Jaemin. He raises his brow as he poured himself a glass of soda, leaving the remaining half for Lee Jeno. Donghyuck buried his face in his palms and let out a frustrated groan. "Jaemin is right. I am." He admitted.

"To love is to make risks and accept all its corollaries, may it be for the good or the bad. So if I may ask, is she worth risking for?" Jeno asked as he stood up and grabbed the soda from Jaemin. He was right. Were you worth all these possible chaos in the future. Definitely.

You were Donghyuck's first love. He never felt this way towards anyone, but you. Your perfectly tanned skin, your adorable soft beach waves like hair, your plump pinkish lips, and how bright your eyes were. He admired every part of you. Aside your physical features, you were also one of the smartest and talented students. He enjoyed watching you dance on stage during special events and purposely walking by the practice room just to steal a quick glimpse of you.

Donghyuck fancied you, there was no denying it. He would willingly sacrifice everything, as long as it ended up being with you in the end. Loving you was difficult. Criticism and hate were sure to follow, but he didn't care about it. He wants you.

You were not the one agitated about these feelings. It was him. He was afraid of the reality, that you might not feel the same towards hm. Sure, he knows you like him. But were you willing to give everything up? Would you be able to oppose your family, just to be with him? Because for Donghyuck, he would risk it all, just for you.

"Think about it Donghyuck. Not only would it be you that would face the consequences. She'll have to go through it as well." Zhong Chenle says as he picks up his bag and the boys finally decide to disperse and head out. ___

They were right. If he was really passionate about you, he would be willing to risk it.

"Darling, I'm in love with you." He says. You both froze infront of his car. His hands softly squeezing yours. Awaiting for your reaction. Nothing. A few more moments passed and you still remained quiet. You were stupefied. Were you just dreaming?

"Donghyuck." You whispered. He stared you deep in your eyes, searching for any emotion, anything. He didn't like it when you were quiet. It was piercing silence, he couldn't handle it. He grabs your other hand and pulls you closer. His arms wrapped around your waist as you looked up to face him. He was much taller than you.

One of his hands cupped your cheek, and brought your face closer to his You were staring at each other's eyes. Searching for something, an answer to why you both felt this way. Your hearts were drumming against your chest and both your minds were fuzzy. Neither of you had the sanity to cogitate what was happening.

You felt his soft lips on yours. It brushed against yours ever so gently. As if it was caressed by an amngel He held you securely and gently, afraid that you might drift away from him. This was one of his dreams coming true. To be able to show you how he feels.

You responded with the same action. Both your lips moved in perfect sync with each other's. Is this what love is? Does it strip you away of coherent thoughts and leave your mind blank? Does it make you unaware of your surroundings, as if it was only you and him in the world. Does it feel like your legs are no longer touching the ground, as if both of you were dancing gracefully in the sky? If so, you liked it. You liked the idea of breaking rules.

You relished the thought of an amour. A forbidden relationship. An illicit desire.

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reaction: ateez s/o being nonbinary

anon: maybe ateez reaction to their s/o being pan and defining themselves as nonbinary (yes okay i literally just described myself)

note: you also described me so!!! uwu anyways a gift bc im avoiding studying for finals. *reminder that this is just my opinion* also ateez doesn’t support terfs, truscum, or transmedicalists :) also this lowkey just turned into ateez as trans rights activists 👉👈

Hongjoong:

he seems like a pretty open guy, spent time learnign about gender and sexuality and sex and the differences

literally doesn’t matter to him what gender you are, as long as you still love him you’re all good

when you tell him he lets you speak before asking any question

prefaces every question with “i don’t want to make you uncomfortable so you don’t have to answer”

if you decide to change your pronouns or name he’s 100% on board

askes you who he can tell and correct when they misgender you bc he doesn’t want to out you or create any dangerous situations

buys you lots of new gender affirming clothes and celebrates small victories with you, like getting correctly gendered in public

he’s your number one hype man

Seonghwa:

he is confused at first

like wtf is a nonbinary, but then you answer his questions and he googles the ones he’s too embarrassed about and BAM everything’s good

honestly as long as you’re still his baby he’s happy

is very aware of the gendered pet names he called you in the past and works very hard to find gender neutral alternatives

starts with normal ones like honey, or little one, but it slowly descends into madness

“hey sweet pancakes” “my lovely cloud” “my favorite cutie patootie booty”

spends time educating the boys so they know how to address you now

he makes sure everyone respects the absolute hell outta you

no misgendering or mean comments here

or seonghwa will beat them up

Yunho:

this boy is the absolute sweetest thing in the entire world

when you come out he’s 100% supportive and ready to help you do whatever he can to help you feel gender euphoric

really just an angel

starts reading up more on trans identities and how he can support the community as a whole

buys trans flags/ nonbinary flags to hang up

he’s just really excited to be there for you and be the best ally he can be

is calm when helping you explain it to others and when you get frustrated he is there to educate when it gets exhausting

the kinda person to then question his own gender and question gender as a social construct entirely and start getting angry at baby gender reveals and color associations and fights back real hard

Yeosang:

we all know yeosang shy, but he’s confrontational

someone fucks up your pronouns, this boy is THERE AND ready to calmy educate as long as people are trying, but fight if they’re disrespectful

obviously gives you all his clothes to wear if you decide you’d like a more masc look, but will take you shopping to buy you a new wardrobe if you decide you want to change the way you present

is always telling people “just bc my s/o looks like *insert sex here* doesn’t mean they’re not nonbinary” “clothing has no gender”

loves you with his whole heart and knows that the boys have his back always if they have to defend you

the kind of person to recommend resources that he can spread to help educate other people

kind smart boy trying to save the world

San:

very loud about your gender and pronouns

not in a dangerous way, he always knows who is around but screaming about how proud he is of you

always has the best intentions but some times gets caught up on things

“but if you don’t believe gender is like a real thing why are you so worried about wearing men’s clothes?”

you have to explain that even though you don’t like gender, the world does and presentation, although it is an individuals choice, you are attempting to appear more *insert gender here* in order to be perceived a certain way

this boy always has questions and criticisms of gender

ready to fight terfs, truscum and transmedicalists

gets in comment fights on the internet and attaches sources to back him up, san is serious as hell about this

Mingi:

confused to start

gender is super confusing anyways but the fact you can be neither/both really sends him overboard

switches name/pronouns right away and works real hard not to slip up

asks lot of questions all the time

“so if gender isn’t on a spectrum, how does it work? like it is a pool of ducks and your gender is a duck just swimming along, no correlation to the other ducks?”

watches a lot of trans youtube videos to further understand

seeing other peoples experience really helps understand you and gender as a concept

king of gender neutral terms and pet names

you’re his royalty and nothing less

Wooyoung:

sweet boy

a sweet lil boy who listens so well and tries his best

buys you things that he knows will make you feel gender euphoric

loves u more than anything in the world

he just really is proud of you for being vocal about your gender and standing up for yourself and educating people

absolute angel boy who has your back

if your relationship with him goes public he makes sure to always talk about your pronouns so its clear what they are

gets angry when the media misgenders you

so vocal about how trans rigths are human rights

always finding new ways to educated himself and the people around him

Jongho:

like san he’s ready to fight anyone who tries to fuck with you

YOU GET A TRANS FLAG ! yOU GET A TRANS FLAG ! THE KITCHEN ! THE LVIINGROOM ! EVERYTHING IS TRANS AND GAY NOW!!

no but really tries his best to show you how supportive he is of you bc he wants you to know that who you are isn’t wrong

he knows the worlds a shitty place, and wants to make you feel safe at home with him

reads up on lgbtq+ rights and things to get a better understanding

uses his public platform to make sure lgbtq+ atinys know they are loved and always safe with ateez

a vocal ally !

he’s just the best boy i am soft now imaging jongho at a pride parade smiling and waving flags and :((((((( my boy

#ateez reaction #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez writing

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