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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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Hello! I don't know if your request is open or not, sorry if I send this request when your request is close. May I request separate headcanons for monster trio x fem reader? Reader wears clothes that can hide her ass because she's uncomfortable when someone stares at her ass (and she dislikes her ass because it's too big). Sfw or nsfw is up to you. Is my request alright and fine for you? Do tell me if you feel like it's too much, thank you!

A/N: This stupid ass draft didn’t save and I already wrote sm so I apologize for the late response I was so mad SKSHSHSKSK anyways I’ll always put on my head when my request are closed so you’re good babes your request was perfect thank u!. But I did do a similar HC of this but it was pretty OOC and spicy so I’ll make this one more tame and sfw ;) tysm for requesting!

Monster Trio’s Girlfriend Insecure About Her Big Butt (FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Zoro, Luffy, & Sanji

No warnings! Just fluff and stupidity.

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Zoro

As if this MF gives af

Look at him. And imma say it again:

Booty Hunter Zoro is canon. I will not have y’all disagree w me on this idc what y’all say

Anyways he doesn’t really care what you wear so he never had a reason to question why you mostly wore baggy clothes. He assumed since you’re the martial arts fighter of the crew it gives you more leeway?

Today you and him went to go fishing in a small town and it was a bit hot so you wore a long dress with a jacket over your waist. Just for extra precaution.

“Got damn…” you heard a few guys whistle from behind you which made you hold onto Zoro’s arm as he scratched his ear yawning not even paying attention to any of the men cat calling you and making derogatory comments about your shape.

“Fuck that’s a sweet piece of ass he got—hey sweetheart how bout you dip that asshole and come have fun with us?”

Zoro usually doesn’t engage with people that holler out to you both. You and him both know Zoro will protect you so he tells you not to worry about the stupid comments. He just doesn’t give a fuck until they decide to get bold enough to get close

And that was the first mistake

“Hey!” The man’s hand didn’t even get to touch your shoulder before Zoro pulled out his sword and cut the man.

The rest of his crew behind him looked terrified and many of them whispered “Oh that’s the pirate hunter Zoro! How didn’t he know he was with that chick?!”

Zoro grabbed the man’s collar with full force and looked him then his crew in the eye

“Its already annoying as hell hearing you asses yell out to my woman without attacking all of you, but Just know next time I see any of your shitty dirty hands on her I’ll cut them off of you. It would suck to not have your only girlfriend to use when you’re alone at night wouldnt it?”

Just in case nobody understands the last prt Zoro is implying the man uses his hand to jack off

Zoro pushed the man back down and continued walking as he stole a bottle of sake from their group in passing.

“Common unless you want me to kick all their asses for you.”

First off it turned you on a bit hearing him call you “my woman” it was so out of character for him

You scurried to him and he held his hand out sipping his their drink and you grabbed it

“I hate I always cause this.”

Zoro didn’t know what the hell you were talking about but when he asked and you explained your issues with your butt and how you don’t like it he rolls his eyes.

Lowkey offended you but that’s how Zoro is.

“You shouldn’t be insecure about that. It’s stupid. Your body is ..very attractive and those idiots probably never seen a woman’s body besides on a magazine in years.”

“Any jackass that want to make you feel bad about having a sexy ass like yours can talk to me about it because they’re not the one that gets to grab it now are they?”

He was so shameless in his words.

“Zoro…”

You smile, your boyfriend can be a numbskull but his heart is always in the right place. So you take off your jacket and without a slip of the beat you get Zoro smack your butt.

“See? You really do have a great ass.”

“Stop it!”

He laughs and kisses your forehead because he still loves his overthinking girlfriend sm.

Sanji

This man is a true chad. A gentleman. A MAN ABOVE MEN—-

So he clearly notices when his Princess feels even a little bit down

He had a feeling by the way you looked at your body in the mirror there was something you didn’t like about yourself

He noticed how you never wore a bikini, or shorts, or even a flowy dress on hot days.

Sanji has asked you what’s the issue, but you brushed it off and told him not to worry about it

But Sanji being Sanji he couldn’t let that slide no no

There was a beach party celebration happening by the dock and a bunch of people in and out of town were there. You really loved swimming actually and Sanji wanted to go and play in the water with you but you were stuck in your room

“Y/N-SSAAAAAAANNNNN COMMON!”

Robin and Nami got you a two piece to wear, they said they didn’t want to see you outside until you wore it and that in turn made you nearly regret confining to them about your insecurity but you knew it was just the typical tough love they gave you.

You let Sanji in and he was already in his swim trunks ready to go but you were still wearing a sweats and hoodie

“Baby why aren’t you ready? You sick? Need me to make you some soup?”

He does NOT let go of the subject if you try to brush him off this time he has been seeing you act like this for too long

So you finally explain to him

After you let him know your dilemma with your big butt he’s ready to kick Zoro

He didn’t even have anything to do with it he just wanna kick his ass

“WHO SAID DISGUSTING THINGS TO YOU AND YOUR BODY? HM? I WILL KILL THEM—“

He began screaming and flames came out of no where so you had to smack him

“No! I Just…for a Long time guys always made fun of my butt and if they didn’t make fun of it they made sexual comments and I hated it and I—- there is just so many people out there—“

Sanji understands your issue but rest assured he reminds you why you shouldn’t. He tells you how he will hurt anybody that tries it and even bring a towel and a big shirt to cover you if you need it. You show him the blue bikini you were ganna wear and Sanji just forgets his sweet speech and spazzes the hell out

“OH PLEASE MY DEAREST BLESS MY EYES TO SEE YOUR PERFECT BREAST AND PERFECT BUTT! I WILL WORSHIP YOU PLEASE—-“

He was holding onto your legs crying.

Anyways you kick him out your room and put it on.

You have to admit you looked delicious you really did.

Tits were great, legs were amazing, and dat ass was so fluffy like a pancake you could bite it (yeah I said it)

You come out holding your body and Sanji pauses and just bleeds all over the damn place

Took you an hour to get off the beach because he kept passing out

Sanji really felt happy that you were comfortable enough to express your feelings to him so all day he was by your side

Yes his hands and eyes were on your butt

And as promised he brought the shirt and towel which you didn’t need because he made you feel so comfortable:(🤍

One guy did whistle at you, but Sanji kicked the shit out of him

He also had your thighs wrapped around his shoulder in the water and carried you around

All in all Sanji made you forget why you were insecure about your beautiful booty in the first place

Luffy

Luffy doesn’t quite understand but bless his heart he’s TRYING

You’ve told him about your insecurities about your butt and he really doesn’t fucking get why you don’t like it

He has actually turned you around and pulled up a dress you were wearing and stared at your butt saying “So what if it’s big it’s nice.”

Since then he subconsciously touches your butt

Very shamelessly

He doesn’t make you to wear any less baggy clothing but he will encourage you if you ask him, like if you should wear tights

“Yeah wear those Your but jiggles a lot when you wear em!”

Just like Zoro and Sanji he’ll Gum Gum tf outta somebody if they make disgusting comments about your body

Luffy wanted you to buy him some meat so you both went to a food vendor and while waiting in line as Luffy was sitting on the benches to the side watching you happily, a man pushed up against you cupping your butt in the process

“Hey! I felt that why’d you do that!?”

“Not my fault darling you got a lot going on back there…I just simply fell.”

You wanted to beat his ass but you were so close to getting Luffy’s food. It wasn’t too long until then you felt the creeps body really close behind you.

You prayed he’d just move but there was a crowd of people around you and you knew you’d have to clear the damn room if he touched you again

His hand was creeping up your thigh and you felt it even under your thick pants but that was until

“Luffy!”

Your sweet boyfriend GGP that mf down the street.

Luffy was watching you closely after hearing you yell at the man. He didn’t quite read your words correctly but he knew you were uncomfortable and he found out why

He grumbled grabbing your waist to be stretched over to him

“Weirdo. You okay?”

“Mmhm.” You really thank God for his stretchy body

“Good! Let’s go to a different food place for meat!”

The rest of the walk you were in front of him instead of beside him

“It’s okay, Y/N I’ll protect you.” He spoke in your ear “Not ganna let any assholes touch you.”

He has without effort helped you get over your dislike of your round tookus

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ye4gerism · 1 year

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LEON KENNEDY X BLACK!READER HEADCANONS

warnings none

author’s note this is my first attempt at any leon work😋 i’m still working my way through the resident evil series. i used greenlilys’s post to build this one! my requests are open; feel free to read my rules and request!

FIRST IMPRESSION

(i’m not sure what leon to write about, so i’ll talk about his general thoughts)

obvs he thought you were pretty hot (bc you are!!!). don’t cancel me but i feel like leon falls under that category of white men that love natural hair and braids (i hope you guys know what i mean 😭). like ofc he’d love you in whatever hairstyle you had on but the two strand twist and the box braids with curled ends got to him. leon’s the type of mf to stop you in a grocery store and be like “i like your hairdo 😄” and pull you into some sort conversation that ends up with him having your number.

YOUR FIRST TV SHOW / MOVIE TOGETHER

you swore that leon needed to get on suits. he kind of rolled his eyes at the pilot episode and was like “did you want to watch because i work in law enforcement???” (yes😶) but he ends up loving the show but not enough to watch it after season seven (ifykyk😣).

you made him watch death at a funeral (you guys should go watch!!!). he could not stop laughing. face red and everything.

DRIVING

you’re the better driver. everyone knows leon is shit at driving and everyone questions how he even has a license. can’t even let him touch a bike. when you guys go out together, YOU drive.

‘I LOVE YOU’

i really can’t decide who would say “i love you” first but it would be such a disney movie moment.

cuddling under the night sky, your head on his shoulder, his head resting on top of yours and one of you would just blurt that three letter word and fireworks would go off.

COOKING

okay. so. for a ✋🏻, leon is pretty decent when it comes to cooking. before meeting you, he knew how to make eatable food. then he meets you and his world literally explodes (and his cooking improves even more).

MEETING YOUR FAMILY

were your parents surprised when you brought him home? yes. but did they also fall in love with him? YES. leon brought your mom flowers and was able to warm up to your dad. watching him interact with your parents felt familiar in a way; like he belonged. your parents loved how respectful he was and his humor.

‘I LOVE YOU’ PT 2

if anything, leon says “i love you” most. if not verbally, through his actions. he leaves you little notes - in your bags, your shoes, in your make up bag. he gets snacks ready for you without acting. he likes to surprise you with items off your wishlist. the man just loves you sm!

#black reader #black yn #leon kennedy x black reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x black reader #resident evil x reader

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josendlessmonolouge · 1 month

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my oc intro except I’m super tired so they’re incoherent.

Johnny manygoats

born: 1950

job: odd jobs, mostly does rodeo gigs and works his sheep

physical description bc I’m too lazy to draw him: big ass dude like 6’5 and he wears riding boots so it’s scary. He’s got Hooded Big brown baby cow eye and a broad face. Really warm undertone skin idk how to describe it other than like you would use burnt umber paint when mixing it. Very tan bc he constantly claims that bc he’s native he won’t get burnt “I’m dark already I can’t burn” (he can) when before the war he had really long (mid back length) hair but when he enlisted he cut it to military standard. The story has important parts pre war and post so it’s anywhere between long and kinda shaggy when he first started growing it back out. He doesn’t wear any pants other than wranglers. He wears either a western shirt or a really ratty redbone T-shirt that Sara hates but he will wear it until it’s shredded. He has basically two expressions; 1) I’m going to kill myself, you or punch a wall or all of the above and 2) beautiful dimpled ear to ear smile with squinty eyes and crooked teeth, that is pretty well reserved for his niece and nephew or his animals.

likes: summer treats. Like idk he just would live off watermelon and icecream if he could. He was eating frozen grapes way before y’all were. His niece and nephew, his older brother, Michael. the rodeo. reading western novels when he doesn’t have a headache. His horse. His wife, Sara. Marty robbins, Johnny cash, and hank Williams. (so jo core) Throwing shot-put. Marlboro reds. Black coffee. His dog. Sitting on his porch at night. Working on his family’s ranch. =. horseback mounted shooting.(pre war) when he had long hair he liked doing it in the same style as sara (he doesn't have much spiritual identity in his hair but his grandfather did he just liked it long because that's how his grandfather his, also he thinks it looks nice on him. he doesn't enjoy the racist comments he gets on it though obv) western suits. (actually part of how he met his wife) dancing (boy loves line dancing sm)

dislikes: any clerical/business work. Itchy fabrics. being cold, people assuming he’s just a stupid country boy. Literally anyone he went to high school with except for his best friend. Gilah monsters, He knows they don’t often bite people but they scare him still. Coyotes. Really fast talkers. Alcohol. Lyndon Johnson. Being touched without asking first. doctors. physical therapy. dark chocolate (opposite of me) the beatles (again so not jo) running. horseback mounted shooting (post war)

personality: gentleman, always wants to be polite and helpful but also extremely blunt and doesn't realize it's rude/funny/awkward he comes from a family where men are pretty open with their feelings masculinity? bitch his dad cried over hitting a barn cat with their truck. even though he's not really someone to hide his emotions because of like any societal or familial pressures, he doesn't like to be a problem or in anyone's way, so he isn't always too open. really good with kids. he really wanted kids but was exposed to agent orange and was advised to not have children, it broke his heart more than being a pow. genuinely terribly traumatized obv but especially just heart broken by the fact he'll never be a dad. protective of his friends and family to a detrimental degree, wouldn't ever hurt anyone except for when they say something cruel about mike (brother), sara (wife), theodore (best friend). only really became reserved in his emotions after the war, where he felt kinda ashamed and struggled with survivors guilt. can be a show off but he's honestly just earnestly proud of himself. likes to learn new practical skills, he was so excited when he learned to sew.

#jo lore???#johnny and sara (joCs)#my oc stuff #jo's tired rambles #ill do the others later #sara #mike #and my boy theo #guys i love him so mcuh #he's a total wife guy #him and his brother #just love their wives

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lets-talk-spirituality · 4 months

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Since you have been sharing some lyrics analysis of harry’s music

What do you think about “little freak”? 👀

I feel like there is so much we can try to figure it out

I agree with the idea it is about the sm

The first parts of the lyrics are so direct with “You bring blue lights to dreams”

Or “Somehow, you've become some paranoia”

A wet dream just dangling

But your gift is wasted on me”

I guess new music is coming and maybe that’s why I’ve been feeling his energy more the past month or so and wanting to analyze songs. So here’s a long awaited draft.

I think little freak is really complex and it feels like three parts to me. To me, all Harry’s songs are inspired by his real world bodily sensations, his mental fantasies, and his spiritual metaphysical feelings (his gut and intuition). So this song in a way feels like three parts addressing three things—mind body and soul. That’s why I say his songs can be about a physical person and still be spiritually a song for his soulmate. I think he’s aware of some songs he writes and others I think he’s acting as a divine channel and what comes out comes out which is why I’m not sure how deeply he looks into his own work. She is one of these that I think poured out of him and maybe even shocked him that he could write something like that whereas other songs he’s more meticulously worked on over time to get right like this one.

Little freak, Jezebel

So the term Jezebel comes from the Bible and basically it’s a term for a woman who is sexually alluring and can lead men to evil, not unlike a siren. Jezebel is also a term for a black American women stereotype that was used to dehumanize and sexualize black women. In general it’s a sexist term that more colloquially means a sexually alluring woman who’s dangerous, a femme fatale. I’m not sure he is aware of its racialized history in the US as a white British guy. I don’t think he would call a black female muse a jezebel.

There is a repeated muse in Harry’s songs who is someone very alluring and tempting to him, but ultimately they are not something he can have or he thinks they aren’t right for him in some way or at this time even though they feel right to him. Whether because he won’t let himself have them or because they won’t let him have them the full way he wants. “You sunshine you temptress” “you flower you feast” Someone both light and dark. Complex, “not too sweet.” Calling someone a freak can be sexual but he can also be saying someone who is a freak of nature, someone who stands out and is different.

You sit high atop the kitchen counter

High as in above or as in high on drugs, (“so you wait for me in the sky” “you’re in your airplane seat”) I get the image of a boy reaching up high for cookies. Something desirable he yearns for but can’t quite reach, there they are, always just out of reach, kitchen is the place of domesticity for Harry “kids in the kitchen listen to dance hall”

He could also mean literally they are sitting on his counter top “you were just doing cocaine in my kitchen, you never listen”

Stay green a little while

Stay green as in stay young, naive, I think Harry sees himself as someone that has been taught hard lessons in life. I think he sees the world much differently than others, not just because of success but because the industry he’s in and what he’s had to give of himself, he is jaded. Green like jade.

I also always felt this line is him saying, stop rushing things, just let things happen at their own pace, things will be what they are meant to be in time, we have time (timing is another theme in his music “guess we’re in time” “one day” and gives a theme of two people never quite syncing up but almost getting there)

You bring blue lights to dreams

For me, blue is indigo the color of the soul, indigo the color of Scorpio and Pluto energy, blue ties to the throat chakra, this line feels to me very much like “it’ll all go away when it comes to you” blue is calming, but blue is also sad, his dreams are always tinged blue without his person, they bring a blue haze over his life, a sadness that doesn’t go away even when he reaches his dreams, even when he’s “9 in the morning, the man drops his kids off at school”

Harry had to stop worrying about where you are and who you go home to because he had to accept loving from a distance. This is the antidote he discovered back in Fine Line. Loving them, even if only in his internal gallery, is the antidote to his sadness without them. He keeps them out of the shade, out of the harsh darkness of the world, by holding them safely inside and close to his chest. You can love someone perhaps more when you aren’t with them. That seems odd but when you have no say or control in their life, you learn love as appreciation not ownership. And that’s his lesson. “Now I know what it’s like to love from the outside” What’s interesting is this duality throughout like the craving from harry to know them, to be close, to have something real, yet it’s all dreams and distance. Harry is looking for someone who understands closeness and distance in the way he does.

Starry haze, crystal ball

“There’s a haze on the horizon babe” this line is like him storytelling a bit, painting a picture of the energy he feels, it feels like a starry haze. I also deeply feel that Harry has consulted spirituality as a way to answer his questions about life and love, he’s confused and he went to a psychic, he’s searching for answers, trying to figure out how to get better, he’s saying everything feels cosmic with you

Throughout his songwriting Harry seems to express this feeling of fatedness of things needing to be the right time “the script was written” (something great) “I used the light to guide me home” So here I think he’s also invoking the idea of like he knows there’s something more powerful at play than just them two

Somehow, you've become some paranoia

Somehow indicates he’s not sure, but a paranoia is an obsession, this person, this thought, he’s paranoid about it, he feels delusional and “out of his head” The paranoia is the obsession with figuring out who they are and where they are.

Did you guys ever see that 365 movie on Netflix where like the guy is looking for this woman he saw and loved in a dream and he had someone paint her and he met the woman in real life? He kidnaps her and it’s not all healthy but like he does that thinking she would never be real. I think he maybe found her purposefully. Anyway… This gives me same vibes but not that crazy. I feel like Harry has dreamt of someone and he has the money to consult psychics to run face checks (yes I think he could be this obsessive, all that fixed Aquarius baby?) And finding them is this paranoia. He’s been everywhere and yet he can’t find his person and he’s frustrated. What else is he supposed to do “hit me with a real life and that’s when I’ll change” he values freedom and wants to respect theirs but also he feels like the timing is coming

A wet dream just dangling

A wet dream is generally a term for guys (although women too) ejaculating in their sleep. It isn’t always from a sex dream but it can be. Sex dreams can be wild yall. But yeah it’s dangling because he feels like they are there just waiting for him to grab them, dangling in front of him to keep him going, this thing always right out of reach, I think wet dream is him saying like a dream fantasy come to life but right now they’re dangling in the dream part

But your gift is wasted on me

Gift of what? I always read this as gift of love. He doesn’t feel deserving of love, which is something I’ve said before.

“You showed me a power that’s strong enough to bring light to the darkest of days” “you never told me who but you taught me how to love” this person showed him true unconditional love “you still open the door” and he feels undeserving.

I was thinkin' about who you are

“I don’t know who she is” “he’s thinking of you, like all of us do” Harry is always thinking thinking thinking and one thing he thinks about is who this person must be, this person he so deeply feels and yet is so distant from, how can he get to them?

Your delicate point of view, I was thinking about you

Delicate is how I would describe Matilda and Boyfriends and Make My Day, all such delicate songs. He feels like he wants to be gentle with this person, he’s afraid to hurt them. Him calling their view delicate is enough to indicate he understands a lot of nuance to what they feel “I know you’re scared because hearts get broken” Harry has been described as perceptive and intuitive, he understands how they must see him and his life “get the picture, cut out my middle”

I'm not worried about where you are

This is so interesting. Why is he worried? I think Harry is afraid this person may not wait for him, or will stop loving him and prove him right about love not being real. Or at least he used to be worried until he accepted himself and started to see all he brings to the table. Now he’s not worried, he trusts the connection because love is appreciation not ownership. What he wants his fans and media to understand and what he had to learn in regards to his person.

He was worried about where this person was. And presumably to a degree if they were physically safe as well based on some context with Matilda. He understands this persons heaviness, that they can hold space for his too “getting heavy, you know what it feels like”

Or who you will go home to, I'm just thinkin' about you, just thinkin' about you

Home is a big theme— obviously he means he’s worried or used to be worried about who they’re sleeping with “are you sleeping baby by yourself, or are you giving it to someone else?” “if you’re going out tonight then I’m going out tonight I know you’re persuasive”

Did you dress up for Halloween?

But now he’s thinking of them and others as a person, not just an idea or a wet dream. This is what the gift of love taught Harry. To see women as humans in a deeper way “you still open the door” We move from spiritual connection to a real world person that taught Harry part of this lesson, he doesn’t care about sex and the body he wants to talk to them, but this section is about the body and him seeing their body as something beyond sex

I spilt beer on your friend, I'm not sorry,

Now we have pieces of things he wants to tell this person. That’s the hard part about not talking or moving on, you still wanna tell them things

a golf swing and a trampoline, maybe we'll do this again

Playing, having fun, “I’ve never met someone who’s so perfect for me” he’s optimistic about a new person to me here (like early conversing, early dating—maybe we’ll hang out again) and also at the same time showcasing reaching out to a past person, it’s kinda beautiful the mirroring (which is his point, it’s all the same)

Tracksuit and a ponytail, you hide the body all that yoga gave you

He’s careful not to objectify them and look at their body through its abilities and what it does for them, not his sexual pleasure or gaze which shows amazing internal work to me. After Kendrick’s last album can’t wait to see how Harry’s inspired and what he may finally write about. This line is also about body. He notices their body and respects it.

Red wine and a ginger ale

Grapejuice! Red wine is a theme as well for Harry. “It’s not a stain of red wine, I’m bleeding love” I think Harry hints at using drugs and sex and alcohol (also obviously tattooing) to handle the pressure of his early intense fame. He “pays for it more than he did back then.” He’s trying to temper the wine now, he’s older now

But you would make fun of me, for sure

It could be light teasing or this past person he’s reflecting on may also be someone who made him feel like he was bad or not good enough because he couldn’t give what they needed or wanted “I gotta get better” for example. HS1 hints at a toxic relationship so maybe it’s light hearted or maybe they always pointed out Harry being different. He doesn’t drink a lot at times. He goes through periods. Maybe they were teasing him for being sober and they like to party and he’s outgrowing that part of life.

I disrespected you, Jumped in feet first, and I landed too hard, A broken ankle, karma rules, You never saw my birthmark

This is to many people and echoes a sentiment in boyfriends, I think it’s to specific past people who he’s apologizing for giving immature love to. He didn’t realize he was over promising, it’s also an apology to his person/sm for disrespecting them in the sense of how he let his life be played out in the media, I think he’s aware how he’s painted and he does worry it will affect their view of him “I hope you don’t run from me” “your a dirty little monster” he sees himself like this, he landed too hard into fame and disrespected people by how he coped. And he’s reflecting now how it kept them from really seeing him clearly, and a part of him wishes he had shown his vulnerabilities, his birth mark, his “scars even though they can’t always be seen”

So yes this song to me is sort of like an apology to the women in Harry’s heart, the ex he hurt deeply and that changed him, his sm he yearns to meet and holds deeply within, women he had flings with and didn’t give much to, etc.

Why did he choose little freak for the title? Harry likes to pick interesting song titles like if I could fly, and like that song, this song is named for the first line. Because his songs are letters to someone he can’t speak to directly. Think of it as

Little Freak,

You have thinking in the chorus—mind, you have crystal ball in the beginning—soul, you have body and yoga in the second verse—body; and you have a realization of the connection of mind (I disrespected you) body (jumped in feet first and I landed too hard, a broken ankle) and soul (karma rules) for a whole picture of intimacy “you never saw my birthmark”

This whole album to me was Harry reflecting back on his career to that point and his growth and lessons and letting go. This song shows what he’s learned about love as appreciation as the overarching theme of the song and album.

#lyric analysis #little freak #harry styles

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leviiackrman · 2 years

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OC Interview;

I was tagged by @marivenah @echo3-1 @simonxriley @hoesephseed + @sstewyhosseini to answer these interview questions but as my oc, thank you sm my lovelies!🤍

So here’s a conversation with the up-and-coming Crime Lord herself; on her leader life so far and how she rose to the top of the Kyutoku Fortune! Warning: strong language and violent references included.

Tagging: @chuckhansen @queennymeria @jendoe @shellibisshe @jacobseed @risingsh0t @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @unholymilf @roofgeese @noonfaerie @denerims @liurnia @jackiesarch @confidentandgood + @phillipsgraves

Name?

Rin: Rinako Kyutoku. Those worthy, call me Rin. To everyone else it’s ‘Boss’.

Interviewer: And, if they were to call you Rinako? Or Ms Kyutoku?

Rin: You’d have to be pretty stupid to do that.

Are you single?

Rin: Please be more specific. If you’re referring to my romantic status, I am exploring my options. My options being limited to one man and his many areas to explore. *smirk*

Interviewer: So… that’s a no?

Rin: That’s a: I have someone fulfilling that role, but to define it as a relationship is not in our vocabulary. He’s a want, not a need.

Interviewer: Does ‘He’ have a name?

Rin: That’s on a need to know basis. Currently, you don’t need to know, so let’s keep it that way.

Are you happy?

Rin: You’d have to be pretty idiotic to assume anyone in this world is truly ‘happy’ *with finger air quotes*.

Interviewer: That leads me to believe your chipper exterior is another of your many faces.

Rin: Possibly. Depends on the occasion. Now is not one of them.

Are you angry?

Rin: Ah! Now that’s more like it! Anger is what drives people to act. Fundamentally, it’s under all our decisions if you think about it. I like to harness my anger and channel it towards my goals, same with other people. What could be more intimidating than a crowd of any civilians storming the gates of a bigot? So yes, I am angry most of the time - people just need to learn how to use it.

Are your parents still married?

Rin: Ugh, do we need to talk about them? No, they’re not married anymore, and that’s all I’ll say on the subject.

Interviewer: Is this a sore subject for you?

Rin: It’s an irritant.

Birth Place?

Rin: Osaka Prefecture, Japan. If you want something shady done, you head there. Guess it’s kinda poetic I was created there.

Interviewer: Do you miss it?

Rin: Like a dog misses a tick.

Hair Color?

Rin: Are you blind? Go on, take a wild guess.

Interviewer: I’m going to say black?

Rin: Ding ding ding! So he does have a head on his shoulders! But alas you missed the best part: the purple is from my partner, he deals with the styling.

Interviewer: It suits you, I must add.

Rin: I know *smirk*

Eye Color?

Rin: Naturally magenta, but it varies.

Interviewer: Seems there’s more to this answer?

Rin: It’s a little party trick of mine. Stick around, maybe you’ll get lucky enough to see it.

Birthday?

Rin: Why would you want to know that? It’s…. *pauses*

Interviewer: You don’t remember, do you?

Rin: It’s unimportant information these days, I haven’t celebrated it for years.

Interviewer: I’m surprised a woman with as high an IQ as you would forget anything.

Rin: Like I said, unimportant information.

|| Jess Note: it’s august 25th btw! Dabi is the only one who remembers ||

Mood?

Rin: What kind of question is that? I thought this was a serious interview. Right now I’m starting to get pissed off.

Gender?

Rin: Unfortunately female.

Interviewer: Is it difficult being a woman in your line of work?

Rin: I wouldn’t use the word difficult. Men like to waste time by talking over matters of the body - matters I have 0 interest in indulging, yet they persist. When they persist, I remove their hands, tongues and testicles. Then they’re fuel for the fire.

Interviewer: Excuse me!?

Rin: I’m joking. *not so joking facial expression* The fire part isn’t me, that’ll be my partner.

Interviewer: So the rest is true?!?

Rin: Remember who you’re talking to. I don’t take unwanted attention lightly, and neither does he *gestures to the dark figure standing in the corner not far from their conversation*

Interviewer: I…I see… moving on…

Summer or winter?

Rin: Is this a pre-teen questionnaire? Where are the questions about my achievements? The glory of being a young leader? Get to the interesting stuff or I’m cutting this interview short.

Interviewer: I’m sorry! The people want to know more about you as a person!

Rin: Tell them I’m a stone cold bitch with very little patience left. Next question.

Morning or afternoon?

Rin: *rolls eyes* Dabi… *flames appear in the corner*

Interviewer: Okay okay, no more questions like that!!

=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=

Are you in love?

Rin: Pfft, no one with as much importance or prowess as I would waste time on trivial feelings like that. Love is for the pitiful, it only brings false security and promises. Love has never reached me so I’ll never extend the courtesy back.

Interviewer: So your partner, Dabi, you don’t love him?

Rin: Oi, Dabi. Do you love me?

Dabi: Fuck off idiot and answer the question. You better say yes though, we all know you’d be lost without me *walks over and drapes arm around her shoulder*

Rin: Shut your mouth matchstick, you know our deal. No, Mr Interview Man we do not love each other. We’re just 2 unfortunately similar souls fulfilling each other’s lust. *pats Dabi’s hand and half smiles*

Interviewer: *shivers* I see…

Who ended your last relationship?

Rin: Me, obviously. Though I wouldn’t call it a relationship. They fill needs of the time, so when that need is met: I leave.

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

Rin: Probably. Might be a new record, who knows. I don’t stick around long enough to know nor care anyway.

Dabi: Ooh what a player…

Rin: I thought I told you to fuck off already?

Are you afraid of commitments?

Rin: I’m not afraid of anything. And I’m committed to many things, just not in the sense you’re referring to.

Dabi: *pulls up a chair and joins* now that one is accurate.

Rin: See?

Interviewer: So what would you say you’re committed to then?

Rin: My goals, his goals *gestures to Dabi*. Anything that isn’t societies unnatural and idealistic form of ‘normal’.

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

Rin: *Laughs* In the last week?! Try decade.

Dabi: Hey now, are you saying I don’t hug you?

Rin: *glares* does fucking count as hugging?

Interviewer: *turning red either from embarrassment or fear*

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Rin: Oh god SO many! You hire a guy and suddenly he’s falling at your feet promising to protect you! Not so secret if you ask me. Some get too over zealous though, so then matchstick here puts them back in their place *gestures to Dabi again*

Interviewer: So you do have a somewhat ‘normal’ relationship at times?

Rin: I hate normal.

Have you ever broken your own heart?

Rin: You’d need to have one of those in the first place.

Dabi: Ouch, self burn.

Rin: Coming from you.

=SIX CHOICES=

Love or lust?

Rin: Jesus, more idiotic questions. Fine, let’s speed round this. Ready? *looks to Dabi*

Dabi: *smirks*

Both: Lust.

Lemonade or ice tea?

Both: Neither.

Cats or dogs?

Rin: Neither.

Dabi: Cats.

Rin: What? You like cats? Since when?

Dabi: It’s quick fire, quit yapping.

A few best friends or many regular friends?

Both: No friends.

Interviewer: I’m starting to feel sorry for you two…

Rin: Hey! What the fuck!?

Dabi: Cool, bout time someone did.

Wild night out or romantic night in?

Both: Wild night out.

Rin: But depends on the ‘wild’ part.

Dabi: Oh here we go Miss “sleeping in a dumpster isn’t ‘wild’ or ‘fun’”

Rin: I refuse to acknowledge that comment.

Day or night?

Both: Night.

Interviewer: Okay, that was… easier than I expected.

Rin: What’s that supposed to mean?

=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=

Been caught sneaking out?

Rin: *Laughs* Haha, no one’s ever caught me. In any context. Not even this guy.

Dabi: I agree that it’s impossible.

Fallen down/up the stairs?

Dabi: *side eyes her*

Rin: *fidgets* No. Next question.

Dabi: I thought you hated liars?

Rin: Fuck. You.

Interviewer: Shall I mark that as a yes?

Rin: Do you want to lose your eyes?

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

Rin: Who knew ambition could be so all consuming huh? I work until I achieve what I want. Pain is just a temporary set back, regardless of how extreme.

Dabi: *raises imaginary glass* Here here!

Wanted to disappear?

Rin: I can disappear when I want, it’s not that hard.

Dabi: Yeh, tell me about it.

Rin: Really? Now? Wallow in your loneliness some other time, I’m busy.

Interviewer: Could we possibly save the argument for afterwards? I am trying to speak with-

Dabi: Hey! Watch your mouth asshole we’re venting here

=FOUR PREFERENCES=

Smile or eyes?

Dabi: Speed round again, you gotta do it

Rin: Ugh, fine.

Rin: Eyes.

Dabi: Smile.

Rin: *gives a surprised frown towards Dabi*

Shorter or taller?

Rin: Taller.

Dabi: Shorter.

Rin: Yeh, you were always a bit of a short shit until the growth spurt so no wonder.

Dabi: Oi, watch it!

Intelligence or attraction?

Both: Intelligence.

Rin: Or you’re like me and you’re born with both.

Dabi: *rolls eyes*

Hook-up or relationship?

Both: Hook up!

=Family=

Do you and your family get along?

Rin: We’re not talking about them.

Interviewer: But this is how you came to lead your family business, is it not?

Rin: Are you kidding me? They had nothing to do with it! All I can thank them for is their resentment, it’s made me who I am.

Would you say you have a "messed up life"?

Rin: *stares at the interviewer with a cocked brow* You tell me sunshine.

Interviewer: Sorry, I was going to skip that question…

Have you ever run away from home?

Rin: 26 times. Between the ages of 11 and 16.

Interviewer: Was your family life that bad?!

Dabi: Also pretty weird to keep count…

Rin: Fuck off already! You’re supposed to be on watch!

Dabi: *stands up with hands raised up* Fine, fine.. but only for you sweetheart *goes to kiss Rin’s cheek sarcastically*

Rin: LEAVE.

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

Rin: Of where? You’re gonna have to be more specific.

Interviewer: Let’s say… a restaurant?

Rin: No.

Interviewer: Really? How about a library?

Rin: Only because of matchstick. They didn’t like his smell, made them think the building was on fire. *laughs*

=FRIENDS=

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

Rin: Paha! You’d have to have some for that to apply.

Interviewer: Not even 1 friend?

Rin: Friends are as good to me as an untied shoe lace.

Interviewer: So not even Dabi?

Rin: *pauses* …fine. 1 friend. And yes I hate him, just not very secretly.

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

Interviewer: Correction: Do you consider Dabi to be a good friend?

Rin: As good as a gal like me can get without paying for it with blood or my body.

Who is your best friend?

Rin: What a stupid term. ‘Best friend’. “Ooh shall we sit and braid each other’s hair? Oowoowoo” ugh, disgusting.

Interviewer: I think you’re not wanting to admit that you’d like a best friend.

Rin: Intelligence doesn’t suit you, so stop trying to be it.

Who knows everything about you?

Rin: *stays silent again, looking at her feet*

Interviewer: Is everything okay?

Rin: No one knows everything about me. In fact, even you know too much *stands up*

Interviewer: Wait… WAIT!!

|| Blood everywhere!! Gahhh oooohhhh the horrrorrrrrrrrrrrr!! Anyway the end||

#tagged*#oc: rin kyutoku #simonxriley #hoesephseed #sstewyhosseini #marivenah #echo3-1 #thank you m’loves!#I never write so this was…. interesting #if you read all of it - thanks? I guess?

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moonjxsung · 6 months

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✨Starrr, my love✨

Girl, I got some drama. So recently I joined a one shot for dnd where I live and got the phone numbers from the other 3 players, right. But today one dude, let’s call him Hal, started off by postponing our meet which was meant to be on the 31st of this March to JULY 1st??? Literally texted this at one in the morning.

And this afternoon, in the group chat Hal had randomly said “I learned a new racist term for black people from a guy from Washington State.” And the other girl and I in the group both were telling him, “okay, we don’t want to know. Please keep that to yourself,” and then he still said it. 🙂…

The other girl, let’s call her angel, responded with “If u think racism is funny we’re just gonna leave. I’m sick of men thinking jokes like that are okay.” And this bitch (Hal)(pardon my language) really replied with “Too bad. Life sucks. It's not fair. Nobody cares what you think. Not all racism's funny, just some of the jokes,” and in a moment of me regaining a sense of conscious from being so astounded at what he had said I respond with “Apparently having common decency is a virtue…” And this dude really pulls the ethnicity card of “oh, I’m Norwegian. A part of our whole thing is to raid villages and to die in battle.” And then continued to talk about how he got a kick out of seeing people suffer and when I told him that he should just respect peoples’ boundaries more if he wants to work with them he started going off on me and ended up saying some racist things to me like “go back from where you came from if your going to be so sensitive” and I just ignored him at that point…

But after, Angel and the other boy in the party started a new group chat with me and we’re gonna make our own campaign and actually have fun, so it worked out in the end!

-🌕🌊

OH MY GOD???????? No that’s literally insane……. People who think racism is funny in the year 2024…… 😐 it’s never been funny considering it’s the lowest hanging fruit possible like you’re expecting somebody to laugh at a stereotype about a certain group? A slur? Where is the joke…. Enlighten me please…..

My ex was a lot like this toward the end (and he played dnd too) and whenever I’d tell him some stupid shit he said wasn’t funny, he’d joke that he was going to find another woman who did find those jokes funny (and he did, the girl he cheated on me with was incredibly racist!) but until the very end and until the day I die I will maintain that people who find racism to be “funny” are the least funny, least creative, least likely to contribute anything useful as long as they uphold those dumb beliefs. Men like that need to touch grass once in a while, good god 😭 and then they wonder why they have no friends, idk man I think it’s because you’re a ✨loser✨

ANYWAYS I’m so glad you started your own campaign and got rid of that dumbfuck that’s so exciting!!!!!! Glad you guys called him out and made him feel bad for his dumb jokes SHAME ON YOU DUDE. EVERYONE BOOED

lmk how the campaign comes along rahhhh I love hearing about people’s dnd campaigns!!!! Sending you sm love my angel 💓💕🩷💞💖💘🫶

#🌕🌊 anon #ask

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 7 months

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GOOOOOODDDD ISTG I HAD THE SAME EXACT THING IN MIND cuz like i love cats ok they r the sweetest most pure creatures on earth and they r my favs EVER but i also love dogs right but when it comes to MY men i love it when they r more of a cat person cuz i just feel like that says a lot about them and their personality????? IDK so in my head i feel like outside he’d be more of a dog person cuz he’d be like yah they r more loyal blah blah all those things that dog people say bUT!!!!! the moment he is in contact with cats i feel like he would M E L T inside like he’d automatically have a huge soft spot for cats and i can’t help but imagine him as such an amazing cat dad 🥹🥹🥹🥹 also this is way too specific but i feel like he’d have a black cat with green eyes and maybe a missing ear ???? (don’t ask about the missing ear ok it’s just that i have this VIVID image of him sitting on his couch watching tv with his sweats on and that tiny black cat laying on his lap ✋🏻😔) and his cat would be so chill and cautious but once he’s comfortable he’s super clingy and lovey (JUST LIKE TAN!!!!!!!)

also SOOOO TRUEEEEE his cat would def be either from lem or even his girl??? idk but maybe lem would have an orange cat (he gives me orange cat vibes) and his girl she def would either have a ragdoll (i’m def projecting sm rn but we r gonna ignore that 👁️) or some sort of super fluffy cat

love u bestie and hope u get cat cuddles cuz u deserve them <33333

- 🍪

ARE YOU SHITTING ME??? LITERALLY EVERYTHING YOU SAID I WAS THINKING TOO. you literally said everything else I was thinking that I didn’t write!!!!??? WE ARE SHARING A BRAINWAVE MY FRIEND

and exactly!!!? says SOSOmuch about their personality and how they treat you and others!!! he would melt and so would I if he had a cat

DUDE AGAIN WTF!!! when I said I can’t decide what cat, it was a toss up between a black cat and a ragdoll!!!??? to melt us both even more, imagine if it was an adopted black cat and no one wanted it bc it’s been in fights (hence missing/ cut ear) and he just snatches it right up. ive always wanted a black cat with green eyes and I can call her jade or ruby

OMG IM ARFFGHHV🫠 dying thinking about his cat napping on his lap. it would have a soft spot tan, and tan would have a soft spot for it. so in love with the idea of the cat being an animal version of him

AAAAAHHHH YES I WAS THINKING GINGER CAT FOR LEM TOO!!!! this is actually crazy, bc the more I read the crazier it gets, bc guess what……. have a ragdoll too🤭

it’s like you’re inside my brain, it’s actually mad

love u angel!! unfortunately I don’t get cuddles until morning bc he’s sleeping in his basket rn, but I hope the same for you lovie💓💓 hope you’re well <33333

#ask #🍪#tangerine #tangerine headcanon

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tariah23 · 6 months

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He apparently has 2 kids with 2 different women and doesn't take care of either of them

Women, I will protect you-

#a damn shame… I’d expect nothing less from someone with those ideologies though #they shame women for having children and not ‘settling’ with these men who treat them like garbage #because for them it’s not REALLY about the women themselves it’s about a woman having the audacity to leave them #so they talk down on them for having kids and not being married while these same dudes would have like 20 other kids who they don’t even #know exist and will still think that they’re a good personsjjsj #the patriarchy has these negros and just men in general cooked #they wield it the same way white ppl use their whiteness to get ahead and punch down on black and brown ppl #and when it comes to black men…. I have sm to say but I don’t even feel like getting into it dkkssjm #they want all of the perks white men have and treat BW like diarrhea for free though #then when race is brought up with how they treat nb women vs black women they bash them #but whenever white women and nb ppl confront them about how they treat BM it’s crickets #or when other prominent bm actually challenge their misogynoir #they literally have nothing to say back other than ‘BM got attitude problems and they’re MEAN to us 🤕-‘#skksksk #so imagine having a kid with someone who thinks like this… I’m sure they aren’t black 😭#if this is all true about this loser than I think he has more important things to think about than getting on tik tok to bash women for not #being in a relationship and having kids 😭…. weirdo #tkf replies #spaceshipsandpurpledrank #dr umar is…. a lot of things lmfao but I still like those videos of him getting in the asses is other black men with Kevin samuels brainrot #at least the nigga is hilarious

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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years

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Super Trouper - Steve Harrington

A/N: more Stevie xD I love this dork so much! and I honetsly loved this request and this idea! so I hope you loves like it as much as I did

Request - Anonymous asked: hi there luv!! i saw your post!! so here’s a request how about the scene from season 3 at the star court mall in which staves rams his car into billys car to save nancy except it’s the reader in nancy’s position ? i adoreeee that moment sm!!

Warnings: spoilers for S3E8, reader almost getting hit by a car; stranger things scenarios and I think that’s it... again please let me know if I miss anything (also I made the reader a Henderson because I just.... well, felt like it xD)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Super Trouper

Super trouper beams are gonna blind me But I won't feel blue, like I always do 'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you

Happy fucking 4th of July.

You were still not entirely sure how you keep ending up here. But again, here you were, running through an empty mall to find your brother and the guy you were in love with who now happened to be his best friend for some reason. After barely making it out of Eleven’s cabin alive, you, Nancy, Jonathan, Mike, Lucas, Will, Max, and Eleven were trying to find Dustin and Steve.

“Guys” you whispered. “I think I found them” you said, walking over to where you could see the food court. You saw Dustin was hiding at the counter with Steve, Erica, and Robin. And you also saw four scary men, all dressed in black, with guns, looking for them.

One of them seemed to have found them as he called for the other ones to surround the place and they started walking over. But before they reached it, Eleven made the alarm of the car on display start. She then easily pushed it towards the four men. You had no idea what you would do without this girl. The rest of you then came over and saw the other four. You felt relief when you saw Dustin was okay. And so was Steve… for the most part. He looked like he had been badly beaten up.

“You flew that thing like a Hot Wheel” Dustin said, running over to El, and Mike.

“Oh my God, Dustin” you said, grabbing your little brother and hugging him tightly and then Steve. “I’m so happy you’re okay” you told them.

“Lucas?” Erica asked, confused.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas asked, even more confused.

“Ask them. It’s their fault” Erica said.

“Oh, yeah. That’s totally true. Absolutely our fault” Steve said.

“What happened to your face?” you asked, concerned.

“Don’t worry about it, you should see the other guy” he smirked cockily.

“I don’t understand what happened to that car” Robin said, confused.

“El has superpowers” Dustin told her.

“I’m sorry?”

“Superpowers. She threw the car with her mind. Come on, catch up” Steve said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“That’s El?” Erica asked, excited.

“Who’s El?” Robin asked, even more confused.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Nancy asked.

“I’m Robin. I work with Steve” she explained.

“She cracked the top secret code” Dustin explained.

“Yeah, which is how we found out about the Russians in the first place” Steve explained.

“Russians? Wait, what Russians?” Jonathan asked.

“The Russians!” Steve said, pointing at the men on the floor.

“Those were Russians?” you and Max asked at the same time.

“Some of them” Erica said.

“What are you talking about?” Lucas asked.

“Didn’t you hear our Code Red?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah, but I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying” Mike explained.

“Goddamn low battery” Dustin said.

“But you always carry batteries” you said confused.

“How many times do I have to tell you about the low battery?” Steve said, frustrated.

“Yeah, well everything worked out, didn’t it, Steve?”

“Worked out? We almost died!” Erica said.

“You what?” you asked, terrified.

“Yeah, but we didn’t, did we?” Dustin replied.

Everyone just kept arguing until El fell down.

“Whoa, whoa” Steve said, as you both ran towards her with Mike, Nancy, and Jonathan.

“What’s wrong?” Mike asked, worriedly.

“My leg” she said.

“Okay” you said, taking off the bandage. Nobody really tried to hid the shocked expression when you looked at her swollen leg. And then, something started moving inside it and she started whimpering in pain.

“El! El!” Mike panicked before she let out a pained scream.

“What is that?” Erica asked.

“There’s something in there” you said.

“Jesus Christ” Dustin said.

“Keep her talking, keep her awake, okay?” Jonathan said before he got up while we all tried to get her to stay awake and Robin rambled about a girl on her soccer team whose bone came out of her knee.

“Robin” Steve stopped her.

“Yeah?”

“You’re not helping” he said.

“I’m sorry” she said as Jonathan came back.

“Okay, I need you to stay still. This is gonna hurt” he told her. “You’re gonna want to bite on this” he said, giving her a wooden spoon.

“Holy shit, I can’t look” you muttered, looking away and Steve pulled you closer to him.

“Do it” Mike said. Before you heard El screaming in pain and you squeezed Steve’s hand.

“It’s okay, she’s okay” he whispered, stroking your arm.

“Jonathan!” Nancy yelled.

“Stop talking!”

“No!” El yelled. “Stop it! Stop it!” she cried. “I can do it” she said, sitting up. You turned around and saw her place her hand over her leg as she started to take it out.

The lights started going off and the glass behind you broke, Steve quickly grabbed you and pulled you away, shielding you from it as El removed whatever the thing it was inside her and threw it.

“You okay?” he asked, and you nodded, pulling him closer.

And then you all saw Hopper step on it. Joyce and Murray were with him. All of you tried to explain what was happening as best as you could to them and what you needed to do.

“Okay so, just to be clear this… this big fleshy spider thing that… hurt El, it’s some side of a gigantic weapon?”

“Yes” you replied.

“But instead of like screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon with melted people?”

“Yes, exactly” you repeated.

“Yeah, okay” he shrugged. “Yeah, I’m just… making sure” he said.

“Are we sure that this thing is still alive?” Joyce asked.

“I mean, El kicked the shit out of it but… yeah, it’s still alive” you said.

“But if we close the gate” Will started.

“We cut the brain off from the body” Max continued.

“And kill it” Lucas finished. “Theoretically.”

Then, Murray came over with the plans, explaining what they needed to do and how they were going to do it, but Erica and Dustin argued about how they were gonna die with that stupid plan.

Steve noticed your leg wouldn’t stop shaking and he pulled you aside over to one of the counters in the food court where you sat down and he stood in front of you.

“How are we here again?” you asked, trying to make your legs stop shaking.

“Hey” Steve said, grabbing your hands in his. “It’s gonna be okay” he said, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“How can you possibly know that?” you smiled, nervously.

“Because it always is” he smiled at you, making you calm down, just a little.

“You didn’t see that big thing, Steve. It was terrifying. Jonathan tried cutting it with an axe and Nancy and I tried to shoot it, and it’s too big for El to do it by herself-”

Steve sighed, hugging you, not knowing what to say to you. He had never seen you this scared even if the two of you had gone through shit like this before. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there” he said, stroking your back.

“No… um… thank you” you told him. “For taking care of Dustin” you said. “I have no idea what you guys have been through but…” you sighed placing your hand on his face, careful not to hurt him. “Thank you for keeping him safe” you said with a few tears escaping your eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about him. That kid’s more badass than me” he said, making you laugh a little. “I promise, it’s gonna be fine, love” he smiled, stroking your hair away from your face. “Okay?”

“Okay” you nodded.

You then heard Dustin and Erica arguing with Hopper about how to navigate them and that they needed a head start and a car. So, you were splitting up again.

“Stop, I’m gonna be fine” Dustin rolled his eyes as you hugged him.

“I know… just… be careful, okay?” you said and he nodded, while you kissed his cheek.

“It’s okay” Steve assured you. “I’ll be with Dustin” he said. “You just… just stay safe okay?” he said, kissing your forehead.

“You too” you said, looking up at him.

“Promise” he smiled before they walked away from you.

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After Hopper, Joyce, and Murray went on their way, the rest of you made it out of Starcourt and to the Wheelers car. Except, when Nancy tried to start it, it didn’t.

“Are you serious? Come on!” she yelled frustrated.

“Didn’t your mom just buy this car?” Lucas asked.

“Yes. I’m sure it’s fine” she told him.

“Did you leave the lights on?” Will asked.

“No!”

“Do we have gas?”

“YES!” Nancy yelled, trying again. “Come on!”

“Whoa, stop” Jonathan told her.

“Pop the hood” you said, getting off the car and Jonathan followed you. You looked inside, once Nancy did. “What the fuck?”

“What?” Nancy asked, getting out too.

“The ignition cable’s gone” you said before you heard a car starting on the other side of the parking lot and flash its lights at you. Billy. You didn’t know if it was your imagination, but you felt like he was looking straight at you and it made you terrified to the core.

“BACK IN THE MALL!” Nancy said, knocking on the window before opening the car’s door and letting the kids out. “Back in the mall! Come on!”

Back at the food court, Mike was trying to get in touch with Dustin through their radios, letting him know that Billy had found you and that you were all trapped at the mall.

“You’re gonna kill him, aren’t you?” Max asked you and Nancy as you loaded your guns.

“This is just for precaution” Nancy told her.

“Not just from Billy. If he knows we’re here then so does the Mind Flyer” Will told her.

“No chance that thing will drive, right?” Nancy said, looking at the car Eleven had blown up.

“We don’t need it to drive” you said, looking at Jonathan.

“We just need the ignition cable” he finished for you.

You all tried together to turn the car back around, except for El, but on the last try, Nancy slipped and accidentally hurt her foot badly, so El decided to step in.

“Let me try” she said.

“No, we have it” Nancy tried, but Jonathan was basically helping her stand up.

“I can do it” El insisted. She tried, but she couldn’t do it either. So, you were now trying to do it with a kind of lever that Mike suggested to make it turn.

“Push!” Jonathan said as you, Max, Will, Mike, and Lucas tried to push with all your force while Nancy and El tried to get in touch with Dustin.

“Alright, great” you said when you managed to put it on the side. “Now all the way, ready?” you said as you all pushed one more time and managed to get the car back up.

“I told you” Mike said. “Physics.”

You opened the hood and Jonathan was able to find the ignition cable. “Got it!” he said ripping it.

“NANCY!” you heard Mike yell before the glass ceiling broke and the Mind Flayer dropped on the food court.

“Holy shit!” you yelled, grabbing Lucas and Will as Jonathan helped Nancy while Mike, El, and Max ran the other way.

“Griswold family, this is Scoops Troop, please confirm your safety” you could hear Dustin’s voice over the radio as you, Jonathan, Lucas, Will, and Nancy hid behind the car.

You felt tears running down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe this may be the last time you hear your brother’s voice and you couldn’t even talk back to him. Your hands started shaking again and then Lucas suddenly grabbed it. You looked at him and saw how scared he was, and then at Will, sitting on your other side, who looked like he was about to cry, so you decided to put your fear aside. You needed to get these kids out of here. You felt the entire floor shaking as the Mind Flayer made its way through the food court.

“Griswold family, do you copy!” Dustin yelled again, desperately.

“Shit!” Steve said, getting up and running away. Something was wrong and he didn't like it. He needed to get you out of there.

“Where are you going?” Erica asked.

“To get them the fuck out of there!” he yelled and Robin stood up too. “No, you should stay with them, please, I promised I’d take care of Dustin, I can't just leave him alone here” he told her.

“Alright, I'll stay with them, but wait” she said, grabbing a radio. “Stay in touch, okay?”

“Yeah!” Steve said, running as fast as he could.

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“Wait, what are you doing?” you whispered, when you saw Lucas grab his slingshot and start to get up.

“Just trust me” he said, standing up and aiming at some balloons, making them pop and the Mind Flayer get out of the Gap where Mike, El, and Max were, to follow the sound.

“Go!” Jonathan told you as he helped Nancy and you all ran out as fast as you could.

You somehow managed to make it all the way outside again and you were trying to help Jonathan fix the car while Lucas and Will helped Nancy into the back seat with her broken foot. But before the two of you could do anything else, you heard the engine of Billy’s car not far from you. You lifted your head to see him again, staring straight at you.

“Shit” you said, grabbing Nancy’s gun. “Get the car started” you told Jonathan as he closed the hood of the car. “GO!”

You stood in front of the car as Jonathan tried to start it.

“No, no, no, no” you heard Jonathan just as Billy started driving towards you at full speed.

“Shit! We gotta go!” you heard Lucas inside the car.

You aimed your gun at Billy’s car and shot just as Nancy had thought you, hitting the windshield a few times but it didn’t slow him down at all. The car was getting closer to you and you thought this was it. This is how you were going to die. You would never see Dustin again. And you never told Steve that you loved him. You braced yourself for the impact, crouching down next to the car, and screamed. You then heard a big crash, but nothing hit you. You slowly stood up, still shaking, and saw Steve coming out of nowhere, driving a car and he had pushed Billy out of the way.

“H-holy shit” you muttered to yourself, trying to stop shaking. You ran over to him as quickly as you could as he got out of the car. “Oh my God! Steve” you threw yourself at him, not caring about anything or anyone else at the moment.

“Hey” he said, tightening his arms around your waist. “You okay?”

“I am now” you smiled weakly at him.

“Me too” he said, kissing your forehead and not wanting to let go of you. “Holy shit!” he said, looking at the Mind Flayer on the roof of the mall. “Is that it?” he asked, placing you behind him.

“Y-yes” you told him.

“Hey, get in!” you heard Jonathan and Nancy coming over with the car and you two quickly got into the trunk.

“D-Dustin, is he-?”

“He’s okay” Steve assured you, holding your hands in his as you saw the Mind Flayer following you.

“Dustybun, do you copy?” you heard on the radio.

“I copy Suziepooh” Dustin’s voice was heard.

“Oh my God, Suzie’s real” you smiled but dropped it when you saw Lucas, Will, and Steve looking at you. “Don’t ever tell Dustin that I thought she wasn’t” you warned while Dustin and Suzie kept arguing about something on the radio and then…

“Turn around… look at what you see” you heard Dustin singing.

“Is he-?”

“In her face… the mirror of your dreams…”

“Make believe I’m everywhere, giving in the light. Written on the pages is the answer to our neverending story” you heard both of them singing now.

“See, this is why I thought she wasn’t real” you chuckled.

“Reach the stars, fly a fantasy. Dream a dream and what you see will be…”

All of the sudden, you started laughing uncontrollably as tears ran down your cheeks.

“You’re laughing right now? Why are you laughing? Do you not see the thing that’s following us?” Steve asked you. “What’s wrong with you, Henderson?”

“I know, I just…” you said between laughs.

“Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds” they kept on singing as everyone looked at each other confused and Steve was still frowning at you.

“I can’t believe that Dustin found someone so perfect for him” you said, still smiling and crying at the same time.

“And there upon a rainbow is the answer to a neverending story… ah… story… ah”

“Am I crazy, or was that just beautiful?” you asked.

“You’re crazy” both Lucas and Will said.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked when your smile disappeared.

“N-nothing” you smiled. “I just uh- I always wonder if I would find someone like that” you said, sadly.

“You just saved the world” you heard Dustin say after Suzie gave Planck’s constant.

“Gosh I miss you Dustybun” you heard Suzie say.

“I miss you more, Suziepooh” you heard Dustin.

“Come here” Steve said, pulling you towards him and hugging you, and wiping away your tears.

“I know I sound crazy but… I just want him to be happy” you told Steve. “I mean he’s the person that deserves it most” you said, still crying a little.

“Stop talking like that” Steve told you.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re never gonna see him again” he said. He knew you too well.

“He really loves you, you know?” you told him. “I mean, whenever he was little, he always asked why he was stuck with a stupid sister instead of a cool brother” you said, making him chuckle. “I’m glad he found one” you told him.

“There’s no way I’m cooler than you, sweetheart” he smiled.

“Hey, Steve” you asked, feeling brave for just a second.

“Yes?”

But then, you noticed something. “Shit” you said, pulling away from him. “It’s turning around!”

“What?” Nancy asked.

“It’s turning around!” you repeated as the Mind Flayer started going the other way.

“Maybe we wore it out” Lucas suggested.

“I don’t think so” Jonathan said. “Hold on!” he yelled before turning the car around at full speed.

Steve tightened his arms around you and hugged you closer.

“Y-you okay?” you asked him.

“Yeah” he nodded. “What were you gonna ask me?”

“Um-” you said, suddenly very aware that there were four other people in the car. One of them who was Steve’s ex-girlfriend. And even if you knew Nancy and Steve were just friends now and Nancy was very happy with Jonathan, you didn’t exactly want to ask him out in front of his ex-girlfriend. “N-nevermind, it can wait” you said and he smiled sweetly at you.

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“Dustin!” you smiled when he ran over to you and you gave him a big hug. “Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“I told you I would be okay” he said as if it was obvious.

“I know, but still” you said happily that it was all over.

“I’m… glad you’re okay” he said, getting serious. “I… I got scared when… when you didn’t answer ant-”

“I know” you said, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Did Steve make it there on time?”

“Y-yeah, he uh- he kinda… saved my life” you admitted.

“Really?” he asked impressed.

“Yeah” you nodded.

“So… are you gonna finally ask him out? I mean is the least you can do if he saved your life-”

“What? W-what are you talking about?” you asked nervously.

“Come on, how many times do I have to keep telling you, both of you to make the first fucking move-!”

“Language!”

“Sorry” he told you. “But really, you should just… go for it already” he insisted. “You know, he was worried about you the entire time” he told you.

“Okay, fine, I’ll go talk to him, just… stop looking at me like that” you said, rolling your eyes. “Oh, and” you said turning back. “Suzie sounds lovely, I hope I get to meet her” you smiled, even more, when Dustin did. You then walked over to the back of the ambulance where Steve was being checked.

“Hey” he said, tired as the paramedic left. “Dustin back yet?”

“Yeah, I just… saw him” you said with a smile.

“See? I told you you’d see him again” he said.

“Well… I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for you” you said, walking closer to him.

“No, come on, sweetheart, I didn’t do anything-” he said, modestly.

“Yes, you did” you said, placing your hand on his cheek. “Steve, you… you saved my life” you told him. "I don't know how I'm ever going to thank you enough-"

“You don’t have to thank me” he told you. “I’d do it all over again. You know that, right?” he said, pulling you closer by your other hand. “I’m just glad you’re okay” he smiled and you did too.

“Hey, um- remember there was something I wanted to ask you” you said, clearing your throat and looking away.

“Yeah” he said, standing up.

“Well, I was uh- I was wondering if um- if m-maybe… I mean if you wanted to uh-”

“Henderson?” he asked, placing his finger underneath your chin and lifting your face so you could look at him.

“Y-yes, Steve?”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” he asked, smiling.

“I uh- m-me?” you chuckled nervously. “I m-mean I w-was gonna ask that so uh- y-yes, I’d love to” you smiled and Steve found it adorable so he leaned in and finally kissed you.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all summer” he said, giving you another kiss on the lips.

“Me too” you smiled shyly.

“Well, it was about damn time!” you heard as the two of you pulled apart. “Although I still think you’re too pretty for Steve-”

“Erica!” Lucas argued.

“Just the facts!” Erica complained, making you two laugh. Robin and Dustin were also standing there with them.

“Looks like we have a fan club” Steve told you as you buried your head on his neck and he kissed your forehead.

“Wait, does this mean that I’m your favorite Henderson?” you asked, smiling up at him.

“You can’t tell your brother-”

“I knew it!” you smiled triumphantly, kissing Steve again.

“I heard that!” Dustin said, annoyed.

The End

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A/N: ahhh xD I hope you guys liked it! please let me know what you think!

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington oneshot

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Which of the haikyuu men would enjoy getting choked the most? And which one should would prefer choking? I love your writing hehe

ugh this ASK. also thank u sm lovely <333

warning; choking, breath play, degradation, humiliation

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER CHOKING

iwaizumi hajime

ugh first person that popped up in my head. loves to see his much larger hand wrapped so tight around your throat, gripping tightly enough to leave bruises. oh my god the bruises. just littering the sides of your neck. gorgeous. and he lives for both the feel of your breath hitching every time his hand comes around to choke you and how fucked out you always look. loves loves loves to choke you when in missionary, with your hips raised up, nearly bent in half as he leans over you. he keeps your upper body down with a tight hand around your throat— and the way you squirm so much and cry and beg for him,,, he’s a goner.

miya atsumu

this bitch fucking loves it. if he discovers it’s your kink somehow, he’ll do it out of the blue mid-sex to stun you, and it’s the most satisfying feeling ever for him: the way your eyes widen and the feel of you clenching tightly around him. he just thinks you look so so so pretty with a hand wrapped around your throat!! also loves to snake it down to play with your nipples and chest. just. he lives to overstimulate you in every possible way. his favorite way to choke you is when he’s hitting it from the back, and he just lifts you up (possibly by your hair) and keeps your back pressed to his chest with a hand around your throat. ugh so sexy of him <3

tsukishima kei

omg... loves to humiliate the shit out of you. “this gets you off? you like it when i’m rough? dirty, dirty.” he makes you feel so awful about it, but that’s only outwardly. he can’t help but adore how perfectly your throat rests in his hands, the way you lean so leniently into his touch, how responsive you are, how braindead you get from just that one action. loves to choke you when you’re sitting spread out between his legs, a mirror preferably before you, one hand between your legs, toying with you, the other wrapped gently around your throat. he doesn’t need to have a tight hold to keep you in check after all :)

suna rintarō

oh my god this man does it all the time, during sex or not. you’re just standing and chatting with him and he has a hand wrapped around your throat endearingly, nodding to your words lightly, the slightest smile or smirk on his face. does it in pictures all!!! the time!!! does it when he’s pulling you in for a kiss too!! but his favorite would have to be when you’re sitting all pretty on his lap, riding him just so perfectly, rolling and grinding and swiveling your hips, and his cock’s filling you up so well, and his hand just travels along your chest, up to the base of your throat, smoothing his thumb along your neck and then you throw your head back!!! what a sight !!!!!!!!!!

matsukawa issei

are you kidding me??????? are you kidding me?????? this man. this man. his fingers are so long and thick and his hands are so big, and his fingers are always, always adorned with silver and black rings. when i say he loves to choke you, i mean he loves you to choke you, and in every possible way too. he loves to do it as he’s fucking into you, just grabbing your neck, gripping your throat tightly and just forcing you to tilt your head back and consequently arching your back into him and he just goes, “atta girl,” or something like that. but !!! he also just ,,, he makes you choke on his fingers basically, and the rings he wears are always glistening with your spit and he’s always grinning so wildly when you cough and gag ugh

bokuto kōtarō

shit he loves it. LOVES IT. like grabbing your throat with both his hands and squeezing loves it. bokuto gets lost in his pleasure and seeing yours so easily that when it comes to choking, it’s instinctive. it always turns into breathplay and that led to a couple of ,,, not very nice incidents where you genuinely couldn’t breathe and had to wheeze out your safe word, but over time he started to get the hang of it!! and you in turn started to trust him more!! he just loves the sight and feel of pounding into you and bending you in half as he squeezes at your throat and derives you of oxygen. just that dependency on him. he lives for it.

konoha akinori

he teases, he teases so much. when he chokes you, it’s much more for show and for the idea of it than the actual action. like you get so obedient and fall so pliant for him the moment his hand just simply comes to rest around your throat that he never has to exert any strength into it. he just thinks you look so stunning like that, all for him. and he loves it when you personally grab his hand and bring it up to your neck, all bashful and shit it drives him insane he won’t be able to stop smirking at you ugh.

sugawara kōshi

this sadist shit knows what he’s doing when he chokes you, and the most infuriating part is he acts all innocent and clueless about it. if you ever ask him to choke you, he’ll pretend to not know shit as he brings his hand up around your throat, asking in a teasing voice with the cheekiest, most mischievous grin ever, “like this?” but he’s squeezing the sides of your throat so perfectly and resting his palm ever so gently and his hand fits so snug around your throat that there’s no way. there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. loves to talk shit and degrade the hell out of you in the most faux innocent way as he’s fucking you. just, “aw, poor baby wants me to be mean?”

HONORARY MENTIONS; daichi sawamura, semi eita, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsurō, kyōtani kentarō, aran ojirō, sakusa kiyoomi, meian shūgo, (possibly) kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirō, (sometimes) satori tendō, timeskip!hinata shōyō

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER GETTING CHOKED

miya osamu

hear me out. osamu loves when you ride him, like it might be one of his favorite positions ever. everything about it is so perfect to him. and although he’s naturally more dominant in bed, having your hand slither up to rest around his throat is so. electrifying to him. especially if you’re even slightly smaller than him, specifically your hands!! like there’s no way you can actually dominate him but— it still feels like he’s in power, but he’s completely putty in your hands too. idk just choke this man he needs it <3 and !!! and he loves loves loves it like shivers up his spine loves it when you’re kissing him and cupping the back of his neck then one hand comes around to wrap around his throat to pull away from the kiss and push his head to tilt a little to suck at his neck he’s just. wow.

oikawa tōru

he looks so, so, so fucking gorgeous with a hand wrapped around his throat. it doesn’t matter the position, he just always looks so good getting choked. like as he’s fucking into you from above, just grab him by his throat and pull him in for a searing kiss and he might just cum in that moment. or squeeze at his throat as you use it for leverage to bounce on his lap and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. and !!! he’s huge on breathplay too (receiving and giving). he’s obsessed with how fuzzy his head gets from the lack of oxygen and always begs you to do it when he’s about to cum. he sounds and looks so fucking GORGEOUS pls im in love w him

kageyama tobio

i like mean kags, i like dominant, rough kags. but get this. shy kageyama. kageyama as a stuttering mess. kageyama who nearly cums in his pants when your hands wrap around his throat for the first time. i’d say that’s how he developed a choking kink, by letting you try it on him for the first few times. he fell in love with just. everything about it, from the feel to the concept itself, and eventually fell in love with the idea of choking you. but honestly, he much prefers your hands around his throat, even if he’s the one completely in control of everything.

hanamaki takahiro

he likes it because he’s a little shit that gets off of tormenting you. you’ll be choking him and he’s grinning up at you maniacally. he loves it of course; it genuinely does feel really good, both you squeezing so tight around him and your hands squeezing at his throat, but he loves annoying you about it even more. just grinning up at you the whole time as your ride him, or if he’s above you and your hands start to slip, he’s grabbing at your wrists and going, “ah, ah, ah,” like :| maybe you should kill him while you’re at it. but no he fucks harder when he’s getting choked so,,, maybe save the murder case for later

goshiki tsutomu

idk i just wanna make him cry. he probably does cry when he gets too sensitive, but anyways he loses all coherence the moment you wrap your hands around his throat. his entire body goes limp and you have to fuck yourself onto him. his eyes are rolling back, all dewy and pretty, and his tongue is slipping out slightly and he’s drooling and his eyes start to cross with his cheeks all pink and streaked with tears and he’s trembling beneath you. ugh he’s so cute, please choke him more often. he’s in love with it.

HONORARY MENTIONS; yamaguchi tadashi, kenma kozume (is very much a switch when it comes to choking though), lev haiba, koganegawa kanji

HAIKYUU MEN THAT CAN’T IMAGINE HURTING YOU

aone takanobu, asahi azumane, kindaichi yūtarō, lev haiba, (pre-timeskip) hinata shōyō, yamamato taketora

HAIKYUU MEN THAT DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING

tanaka ryūnosuke, nishinoya yū, also haiba lev, sometimes ushijima wakatoshi, ginjima hitoshi

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu headcanons #hq smut #iwaizumi smut #oikawa smut #matsukawa smut #hanamaki smut #miya atsumu smut #miya osamu smut #suna smut #bokuto smut #tsukishima smut #im too lazy to tag them all im sorry #sal’s thirst tag <3

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avintagekiss24 · 3 years

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Hi! I don't want to start anything on here and am always willing for civil conversations. At this point there's so much I've found out about Seb (besides the video he liked, the tommy lee thing, and the girlfriend thing) that I feel so guilty if I would continue to support him. I love him sm but it just doesn't look good rn. He is associated/follows an organisation (for helping veterans) that has posted a blue lives matter flag picture and who's co-founder has sexual assault allegations against him, and worked with him in 'The last full measure'. His friend Paul Walter Hauser has done blackface in the past, and when called out on it he just listed a few people that also did blackface. There's more, I found a discussion on here that I can link. I seriously don't support "cancel culture" bc I don't think it helps anyone but there are just a lot of 'mistakes' and shady people that can be linked to Seb, I wish it wouldn't be that way. I honestly don't know what to think about it anymore.

Hi! I’m also open to having civil conversations and I don’t believe you’re trying to start anything. I really do think this situation of dragging up a four year old video and taking it completely out of context is harmful not just to Black people, but to fandom/activism in general. This is gonna be long because I’m going to take your points one by one, and I want to preface this by saying that I will not answer any derogatory, sideways asks pertaining to this subject. I will delete every single one and will block your silly ass. I’m not going to argue with people who think I’m blindly supporting Sebastian because I’m just trying to get fucked by him, or people who think I hate myself and am trying to appease some white man.

So, on with the discourse!

The video he liked - this video was taken completely out of context and that is my main issue with this whole situation. It was not a video of a white man saying that he thinks he should be able to say the n word as everyone claimed it was. They were quickly debating on whether or not it's okay to say in rap lyrics. He was told no, that's not okay, that's never okay and they moved on from it. That's it. End of story. That somehow was twisted into a click bait style headline of "Sebastian Stan likes a video of a white man defending his right to say the n word" when that is absolutely not true. My other issue is that people are more upset that Sebastian liked the video than they are about the white man in the video literally saying the n word. So, do you really care about the use of the n word like you're claiming? Cuz if you do, you'd be more upset at the white man that said the word than you would be about the white man simply liking the video. Or, are you just using this as an excuse to grandstand against a white man you don't like?

The Tommy Lee thing - Sebastian Stan playing Tommy Lee does not make Sebastian Stan a bad person. Is Charlize Theron a bad person for playing Aileen Wuornos, a prostitute who started murdering men? Is Leonardo DiCaprio a bad person for playing a slave owner? Is Edward Norton a bad person for playing a nazi sympathizing racist? Actors play bad people. That doesn't mean that they themselves are bad people. 1990's Tommy Lee was a bad person, but that should have no bearing on who Sebastian Stan is or his character as a man.

The gf/Paul Walter Hauser thing - Why are we holding Sebastian accountable for what the people around him are doing? Again, why are we more upset that Sebastian is associated with people who have done questionable things than the specific people themselves? I'm not going to speak on the kimono wearing -- I'm not Asian. It's not my place to say whether or not its offensive because it's not my culture, but she posted that picture and attended that party before she started dating Sebastian, quite possibly before she even knew him. Same with Paul. I think that black face thing was long before he knew Sebastian. Now, if Sebastian was defending these actions, going around saying "I think it's okay for white women to wear Kimono's" "I think black face is fine" "I think white people should be able to say the n word" then we'd have a different story, wouldn't we? But that's not what we have, and that's not what he is doing. He is not responsible for the things his friends do or have done in the past just because he's more famous than they are, and he is not required to speak on them. Let's put it this way -- would you be comfortable having to be responsible for something a friend of yours did before you knew them? Would you want to have to be forced to answer for your friend when you yourself had nothing to do with the questionable behavior?

The organization that supports the military/blue lives matter - Sebastian cannot control what message that foundation puts out and it does not mean that he is or is not pro-police himself. There is not enough concrete evidence -- if any evidence for that matter -- that Sebastian is a blue lives matter supporter. Did Sebastian donate before they put up the blue lives matter post? Or after? I don’t know, cuz I don’t follow him that closely, but if he donates before they come out with a particular stance, that means he should be held accountable for that? I know I donated to an organization once and they turned out to support something that i’m 100% against. That means I’m a bad person because I couldn’t see into the future? Another point, how can we be certain that Sebastian saw the blue lives matter post in the first place? I know I’m not online 24 hrs a day, I miss posts all the time and I’m just an average person. I make three or four tumblr posts a day, and I’m gone. I have to play catch up on social media, and even then, I still miss stuff. So I’m sure the same happens to a working actor. As for the co-founder, I don't know who this person is and would rather not get into any allegations against them because I don't want to trigger anyone who comes across this post. If Sebastian knows about these allegations, is a willing participant/supporter of this person then yeah, that's pretty shitty, but we don't know the inner workings of this friendship/acquaintance/work relationship. We don’t know how close they are or if they even still speak.

I’m a pretty big fan of Don Cheadle. He’s a stand up guy, he’s a great actor, he’s funny, he’s political and stands up for what he believes in and in a very public way. I support him. Don Cheadle is also friends with Chris Evans, RDJ, Mark Ruffalo, and Letitia Wright (just to name a few). Chris Evans has a bipartisan forum that highlights/promotes right wing politicians, RDJ defended Chris Pratt during the whole “he’s the worst Chris in Hollywood” crap, who’s technically done black face, and who once said to a female reporter “nice tits” when she walked into the room, Mark Ruffalo just walked back his support of Palestine, and Letitia Wright retweeted/supported an anti-vaxxer/anti-trans Pastor who equated an ingredient of the covid vaccine to the devil because it contained some parts of the word Lucifer. Does that mean Don is now a bad person because he’s friends with these people? Why isn’t he getting any heat for his friendships with them? Why isn’t he being held accountable for what they’ve done and said? Oh right, because he’s not a white fave. So people don’t care one way or the other, which brings me to my next point.

I can guarantee you that if Sebastian’s gf or Paul or this co-founder were not associated with Sebastian in any way, nobody would give a shit about her wearing a kimono, about Paul doing black face, or about the co-founder/organization being blue lives matter supporters and in that lies the actual problem. Being critical of people and their actions should be consistent and should happen all the time -- not just when they interact with your white fave. That’s when it becomes performative and looks like you just want to be able to show internet people that you follow/support/stan unproblematic celebrities, when really, you don’t care.

I think the moral of this post is that I think it's unfair to hold a complete stranger to a standard that I cannot hold myself to. I also don't view celebrities the way most teenagers/twenty somethings do, and that’s because when I entered fandom we didn't have social media, so I grew up with a wall between myself and said celebrities. There is no wall now with the presence of social media. "Fans" nowadays have a weird ownership feeling over celebrities because they can read their personal thoughts or view personal pictures and think that they have this personal quasi-friendship with them. I can't get on board with that. I prefer having the wall and I still keep the wall.

If supporting Sebastian makes you uncomfortable, then by all means, stop supporting him. Just make sure you are making this decision for yourself based on credible sources and concrete evidence and that you're not letting this fake woke activist mob make you feel uncomfortable. Internet activism means nothing unless you put your money where your mouth is in your real life and 90% of the social justice internet warriors do not. Real activism is bigger than changing your avi to a black square.

#asks #answered #sebastian stan

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sukirichi · 3 years

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dutifully yours. [01]

Attached to the could’ve been’s of a promised happily ever after with the Crown Prince disguised under a scheme for power and greed, you are torn between choosing your happiness — or abandoning it to fulfill your duty as the future Queen.

→ unedited bcos i’m brave lazy. implied patriarchy. angst in future chapters. pure romance and fluff for now. royalty au. eventual smut. prince naoya !! i love him sm i could cry. this fic will break me, okay. naoya is close to canon but with my twist if that makes sense. drama in future chapters. oh and listen to this while reading <3

→ massive shoutout to my besties for always hyping me and helping me uwu, i present this token of prince naoya being an ideal husband okay cry cry i love him sm im crying. anyways pls enjoy bcos i poured my heart out to this and bcos i want more people in the naoya fucker club :>

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Ever since the day your mother taught you how to read, you’ve had your nose buried in a book. Losing yourself in different worlds, swooning over fictional princes, and fantasizing for a love story ripped out of fairytale itself with such burning, passionate romance – you’d been through it all, dreamt of it all. And yet, you struggled to stop yourself from tugging at your dress.

The tight corset hadn’t even been the main focus of your worries, and neither was the heavy rivière resting on your collarbones.

“Would you stop fidgeting?” Beside you, your mother pursed her lips, fingers decorated with jewels stopping in their movements of fanning herself. The temperature hadn’t been particularly high inside the limousine that evening. You supposed it was the mere sight of you tugging and gulping audibly every now and then, gloved hands running over the hems of your collar.

You ducked your head down. “Sorry, Mother. I can’t help it.”

“Dear, your anxiety is written all over your face,” she sighed, turning your face to her as she cupped your cheeks. Smiling tenderly like a mother always did, your heart felt soothed even by the slightest bit. You wished she could keep holding you like this – like you were a fragile flower she was afraid of breaking; a fragile flower that needed more care handled than most. Tonight, however, you felt a hundred years older. Like you’d accidentally clicked on fast forward and got launched to the future. A future that seemed so unclear yet so...perfect. So right.

“How would the Prince fancy you if you’re sweating bullets like that? It’s not a good look for a marquess’ daughter.”

At the mention of the Crown Prince, your heart sank again. “My apologies, Mother. I’m just rather nervous. It’s the Crown Prince we’re talking about here.”

“He is quite the looker, isn’t he?” she giggled behind her fan, “Strong and handsome, as well.”

“My ladies. You are not fantasizing over the Crown Prince in my presence, are you?”

Crossing her leg over the other, your mother leaned forwards, elbows on her knees as she winked at your father. The marquess had his torso half twisted from the passenger seat, glaring playfully at your mother’s unabashed features. “It is of no seriousness, My Lord. I’m simply easing your daughter’s nerves.”

Your father sighed in worry. “What’s got you so worked up, child? You are beautiful. The Prince would be blind to not notice you.”

Each fibre in your body screamed in desperation for your father to be right. Tonight was not just any other night – the entire Kingdom, including noblewomen, foreign royals, and unwed daughters from honourable families had been invited to the Zen’in Castle for one purpose only: to find his Crown Prince a suitable wife, one that would be fit to be the next Queen as well. As the daughter of the marquess, you’d naturally received the invitation. It felt just like yesterday when the mail arrived and you’d cheered so much in joy the chickens went flying out of their coops, your horses galloping and whinnying at surprise, and now you here – minutes away from the palace where you were soon to be deemed worthy or unworthy to be beside His Highness.

With a shaky smile, you dug your nails into your thighs. “Well, we’ve only met once, Father. I doubt the Prince would remember me.”

“Just smile, darling. You will do great.”

To no one’s surprise, the Zen’in Castle brimmed with people and esteemed guests. Men and women danced with one another as muted chatters and chuckles blended in with the grand royal orchestra, everyone dressed to the nines and making you feel completely out of place.

The moment you’d been welcomed by the knights and led to the palace doors, your dress began to feel tighter than usual, your ribs clenching uncomfortably from the pressure. Your hands had not stopped trembling either, not even when you hid it behind your back and nodded at the people passing by. There were governor-generals, dukes, earls, professors and royal advisors and even families of the royal family’s inner circle of knights. Everyone looked like they belonged here. Chatting amongst one another over the finest of wines or discussing conspiracies on where the Kingdom of Zen’in would be in the next sixty years of the future King’s reign, no one here seemed to be out of place.

Everyone except you.

A warm hand was suddenly placed on the small of your back, making you gasp. Your mother’s smile was nothing short of warm as she held you close to her one last time, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t even realize how much you shook until she clasped her hands with yours. “Calm down, dear,” she reminded, “You’ll be on your own now. This is where we leave you since we’re not supposed to mingle with potential princesses.”

“Mother!” Your eyes widened in embarrassment. Looking around frantically, you bit your lip in fear someone must’ve heard.

Of course, while it would be no surprise most guests – if not all – hoped that their daughter would be the Crown Prince’s chosen fiancée, it still felt wrong to boldly assume such when you could barely keep up with the events of tonight.

However, your mother merely laughed. “I am proud of you, dear. Never forget that. It doesn’t matter whether you are chosen or not. We’re only here for formality and respect to the King and Queen’s demands.”

“You say that as if the Crown Prince really would not bother with me.”

“We didn’t mean that,” your father cut in, a flute of champagne already nested between his calloused fingers. Ever since you arrived, he’d been snatched away by fellow earls and barons, disappearing into the crowd for a ‘hearty conversation over one’s lands.’ You knew better than that, though. That statement always translated to which leader got to have more chances to wine and dine with the King, to which your family was ridiculously reminded of that you’d been stationed to the most faraway land where even hearing news from the royal papers was but a privilege.

“Just be yourself, alright? And enjoy the party. It’s about time you met with girls your own age and made some friends.”

“I – Father, wait!”

A slender young woman slithered to your side out of nowhere, her golden brown eyes following the silhouettes of your parents. It wasn’t long before they completely disappeared. Left alone with the stunning woman that was – for some reason – dressed in a plain black curve hugging dress too modest for tonight’s appropriateness, you took three steps away in caution. “You must be from way up North,” she noted, her head to the tipped to the side. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

God, was she beautiful. Long, thick eyelashes and short hair chopped in messy yet elegant curves, you struggled to hold her gaze. “Oh, yes, I come from the Terratian Borders. My family is stationed there under His Majesty’s orders.”

She hummed to herself. “The Terratian Borders are mostly forests and fields, no? The last time my family and I visited there, I came across the loveliest dandelions I’ve ever laid eyes on. Shame they died on the way back,” offering her hand – again, bare and empty with decorations yet still littered with faint scars and cuts – she beamed at you. “I’m Mai, by the way. Mai Zen’in.”

Zen’in?

Hands cupping your mouth, you bowed deep until your back ached. “Lady Mai!” you shut your eyes closed, unable to live with the shame. Mai Zen’in; one of the iconic twin pair from the extended Zen’in royal family, both a fashion icon and a legend for being a rumoured female knight. To have her in your presence was an honour. “My apologies for not recognizing you any sooner, Lady Mai!”

“Stand up, I’m not a royal,” she sniggered, “We’re just relatives of the actual monarch, but don’t let the family name fool you. The Crown Prince barely even acknowledges us being of the same blood.”

Albeit hesitant, you followed her gestures of making you stand up. You straightened your back and cleared your throat, fighting the urge to go haywire the moment his name was brought into the conversation. Not only would you be seeing Prince Naoya again in real life for the first time in years, but you’d also made acquaintances with his distant niece. However, his name was spoken with malice.

Frowning, you faced Lady Mai in all seriousness. “Prince Naoya? Why so?” Lady Mai looked at you like you’d grown two heads.

“He’s an ass, that’s why.”

“I-I don’t think he is,” you defended, “The Prince has been nothing but kind to me.”

“I didn’t know he was capable of kindness,” she muttered more so under her breath, low enough you were unsure whether you were supposed to hear it in the first place. Lady Mai then shook her head to herself before stealing a flute from a waiter passing by. Chucking it your way, her face turned dark and grim. “Take it as free advice: stay as far away from his as possible. The Crown Prince is nothing but good news.”

“Is it because he has lots of lovers?” you inquired with a small voice, “Uhm – well – It was an assumption. With a title and handsomeness like that, it would make sense everyone would want to be the Crown Prince’s lover.”

Lady Mai’s lip curled upwards. “Prince Naoya won’t bother with lovers. He is too occupied for that.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Heard from whom?”

“The Royal Declaration from His Majesty himself,” you said, “Was it not the purpose of this ball? To find worthy candidates to be the Crown Prince’s betrothed? His coronation is coming soon.”

“Right. I forgot today was technically a bridal market,” she scratched the edge of her brow, falling silent for a moment. Her eyes scanned the lively crowd for a brief moment – watching with you as everyone laughed and danced to their heart’s content – the grand final event of the routine personal dance with the Crown Prince himself slowly approaching to reality. “You are joining in the festivities, are you not? Later, when he arrives, he shall meet you.”

“I am obligated to as a noble bachelorette, though I doubt His Highness would even look my way. There are far richer noblewomen here and even daughters of duke that would be perfect as his wife. ”

“You may have a point for that,” she hummed to herself, unaware that her agreement to the Crown Prince not paying attention to you left a sting both in your ego and heart. Not that it lasted long, for Lady Mai was already tugged on the arm by another equally fiercely beautiful woman – her older twin, Maki Zen’in. Soon to be governon-general of the Kingdom.

Lady Mai smiled in apology. “I need to go now since I’m not a part of this event. But hey, if ever I come around to visit the Borders again, perhaps you could entertain me?”

“I would be honoured to, Lady Mai.”

“You are sweet and innocent,” it was her sister who spoke this time, glasses perched high on her nose that concealed the wariness of her gaze. “I hope the Crown Prince never gets to your routine.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s nothing; she was talking to herself. Maki does that a lot,” Lady Mai’s forced chuckles were barely heard from the music. “You enjoy the party now. Don’t drink too much lest you want to embarrass yourself in everyone’s eyes and be talk of the Kingdom. Prince Naoya would hate it if you took the attention away from him.”

“Oh, uhm...”

“It’s a joke, Lady Y/N. Relax.”

You bowed once more. “My apologies.”

“The dance is about to begin,” Maki tapped on your shoulder, making you look up right where her eyes zeroed in. And exactly in the middle of the grandiose hall, under the sparkling golden chandeliers where he made all the gold in the world look incomparable next to him, the Crown Prince stood in his fully glory. Blond hair with the ends stained of midnight gelled back to reveal his forehead, the Crown Prince’s beauty never failed to shine. Whether it be in the papers, in the tabloids, in the billboards that you passed on the way to the city, or from way back when you met him for the first time as a naive, innocent teen – Crown Prince Naoya came straight out of a magazine cover.

In the back of your head, you could hear either of the twins murmuring good luck. Maybe both of them had said it – you had no idea. All of your attention, all the sensibility and coherence of your state had been switched the next instant, as if your heart and soul was born for the sole purpose of being bewitched by your Crown Prince.

And as if feeling someone’s gaze on him, the Crown Prince’s eyes trailed over the crowd. Almost boredly, his sharp eyes bounced from one giggling woman to another, the ends of his lips smirking upwards for just the tiniest bit. It must’ve stroked his ego. Until his eyes connected with yours. The Crown Prince’s eyebrows knitted together. You had no idea how you looked in that moment, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. Because the Crown Prince was looking at you, and you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes along with your heart pulsing at the tip of your tongue.

“Let us begin,” his lips moved from the distance, “Play the music. I shall dance with my bride.”

The air shifted in a split second. Murmurs were thrown over the room, women and men alike turning pale. Even the orchestra was stunned from the Crown Prince’s entrance – and it hadn’t even been dramatic to his standards – yet the whole castle fell mum from just a few of his words. A few seconds later, the crowd recomposed itself, and the strings began to dance along with its bows.

You are pushed into the crowd. Nearly colliding into the arms of another, you quietly thank the masked man who was to be your first partner of the night.

All the men joining the dance floor dressed with the intention of making the Crown Prince shine. Prince Naoya stood out from the throng of white as per the colour code, his blood red uniform as both Prince with the golden crest of the military leader pinned to his right breast. The other men meant to be filler partners until all the potential brides got to their designated three minutes with the Prince were all dressed in black, faces covered behind a plain black mask. None were allowed to talk. None were allowed to utter even a word, and so your partner pursed his lips in displeasure at your apology.

Whatever. You just had to wait a few more rounds before the song finished and transitioned into a new one; the song where you’d been informed would be your time alone with the Prince.

You’d been so lost in your head you barely breathed the entire dance. From partner to partner, you blanked. Your heart drummed so wildly in its cage it begged to come out, and strings of apologies were let out each time your masked partners grimaced for a brief second when their hands came in contact with your sweaty ones. Around you, all the lovely women smiled and danced graciously, mouths moving in unreadable conversations shared with the Crown Prince. Not once did you look at the six partners you’ve danced with. Not once did you worry about tripping on your own feet. Not once did you care that some of the masked men held you a little too roughly for your comfort. Your entire reason for existing in that moment was to witness the Crown Prince himself, mirroring his frown that got deeper and deeper with each woman retreating to the sea of people he’d rejected.

Not once did you even think about being one of them – the girls who’ve ducked their heads down as their parents comforted them over not being the chosen one, of bringing ‘dishonour’ to their families that the mighty Crown Prince had deemed them unworthy. Tears streamed down their faces until black ink followed afterwards, lips trembling from silent sobs.

Despite their broken prides – although there was that minority who simply sighed in relief after returning to their own families – no one would dare interrupt the Crown Prince’s dances.

All of these thoughts crossed your mind too late and at the exact time your masked partner pulled away from you, body half bent in a bow with his arm outstretched to the side. Following where he was gesturing at, your eyes met the Crown Prince’s tall and lean stature, a few blond fringes now fallen from his movements.

Even though a thin layer of sweat shone from his face, Prince Naoya remained ethereal.

And like a snake charmed by the musician’s seductive tone, your feet moved on its own. Fingers stretching until it met with the Crown Prince’s large and warm ones, you were now in front of him. With him. Holding him, touching him, meeting him eye for eye and realizing – gold. His eyes burned a deep shade of gold, elegantly rich and heartbreakingly stunning your heart ached.

Before you knew it, your hands began to tremble, feeling as if your body had been corded into a corset three sizes smaller. You could not breathe, and the Crown Prince took notice.

“You are stiff. Do I make you uncomfortable?” Good Saint. If only possible, you would’ve closed your eyes and basked in the deep warmth of his voice. It reverberated from deep within, breathed out with an air of natural authority and profound confidence it made your knees weak. As if sensing his effect on you (though for the wrong reasons, it seemed), Prince Naoya hummed to himself. “This routine shall last for a few minutes before I can let you go, I’m afraid.”

You instantly realized the implications of your silence. “N-not at all, Your Highness! I am honoured to be dancing with you.”

“There is no honour in a choreographed dance. Everyone will dance with me. It’s nothing special.”

Your heart fell. Prince Naoya not only sounded dejected, but detached as well. As if he found no pleasure or specialty in this event, at a time where he had every opportunity to meet his lover, and that this ball was merely a task to be checked off in his already long list of responsibilities. It wasn’t disappointment, per se, but rather melancholy that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Not because Prince Naoya held little to no regards for something you treasured, but because he sounded terribly alone. Like he was simply waiting for it to end out of discomfort.

“It’s special to me, Your Highness,” you blurted out faster than you could stop yourself. For a moment, you feared you may have offended him, but the Crown Prince only laughs.

And when he did – saint, when he laughed – his eyes crinkled into half moons, pearly whites flashing against the bright lights and his whole chest shook with amusement.

You’d never seen him smile this way before.

Prince Naoya’s laughter didn’t cease. Around you, your gut instincts told that people were now beginning to look; the Crown Prince’s deep rumbles of laughter sounded exquisitely like music as well, after all. “ Is it special to you because you are now dancing and within the Crown Prince’s proximity? As much as I presume how exhilarating it might be for those who mostly see me in the papers and in the tabloids, I assure you, dancing with your Prince is not an honour. Especially when you are all sent the invitations based on your status and not your worthy traits.”

“It’s special to me,” you mumbled, growing shy all of a sudden when the Crown Prince nodded at you to continue. “Because...because it reminds me of the first time we met.”

The Crown Prince hummed in amusement.

“We have met before?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I’m from the Terratian Borders – my father is a loyal servant of His Majesty. You visited the borders when you were eighteen and I was sixteen. Do you remember it, Your Highness? You stormed in my private library.”

Indeed, the young barely-out-of-his-teens Crown Prince barged into your home’s library years ago. You were not previously informed he and his parents would be visiting since they arrived wordlessly, so you were stuck in your chambers as usual, killing time if not for sleeping and tending to the animals. Perched on a ladder, you attempted to reach for a book on the upper shelf when your foot slipped beneath you. At the age of sixteen, you were dramatic enough to say your life flashed before your eyes. You would’ve screamed then had strong arms not appeared out of nowhere, the Crown Prince staring at you with wide, golden eyes as they were now, his breathy rasped as he asked, are you okay, my lady?

The mere recollection of that fateful memory had your cheeks warming in delight. “You were so charming and heroic back then. Even when I had no idea you were a royal, I would have still believed you to be princely,” you said rather absentmindedly, blinking once then twice at your words. “Of course, it’s understandable if you do not remember, Your Highness!”

“My apologies. I do not remember, though Terratia is a wonderful place. Such a shame I was not informed beforehand they had a lovely daughter.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” you cheered back, cheeks and jaw beginning to ache from how wide you were smiling. But could anyone blame you? You felt absolutely silly that you were a breath away from passing out minutes ago, and now here you were, dancing with the Crown Prince and sharing memories with him like it was a daily occurrence. The words it’s true love when you feel at peace with them suddenly rang back at your head from that latest romance novel you read, and you turned away, hoping the Crown Prince would not read your thoughts to your face. However, Prince Naoya’s lips pursed into a thin line, all traces of humour now disappeared. “I’m sorry – should I not have laughed?”

“No, I don’t mind,” he mused with his jaw locked tight, “I just haven’t seen anyone react that way before.”

“Like what?”

“Like my words meant the entire universe to them. I may dare even say you look terribly in love, though I cannot blame you on that one, can I?”

Prince Naoya shook his head the minute the words left his mouth. Forcing himself to believe it couldn’t be real, perhaps, you truly did not know anymore. Your only plan for tonight was to see the Crown Prince and get to live out your dream of seeing him once more even for just a brief moment before you travelled back home while he married another, and yet – “Your Highness, I’m in love with you. I have always been since the day we met.”

You could no longer stop the words. The voice at the back of your head begged you to shut up and not cause a scene, that your time had passed up and people were staring, yet you remained in his arms no matter how much you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Please do not misunderstand me, Your Highness. I did not come here to attempt to steal your heart and be your wife, though I will admit I have dreamt of meeting you again for so many moons. I...I only want to tell you this. That I love you and even though it was a brief moment, I think the love I’ve always read about felt real and possible for the first time in my life,” chuckling nervously, you gather to courage to face him, adoration shining for the Crown Prince stood shock still before you, however stunned he may be. “I love you, Your Highness. I love you. And to whoever lucky woman you choose to be your betrothed, I hope she takes care of you and showers you with all the affection you are deserving of. You would make a great King. So God help his Crown Prince, and may you lead us all into a better world.”

Prince Naoya did not budge a muscle. His eyes remained hard on yours, breath warm as his nostrils fumed. With each passing second that he did not speak, you grew restless and tugged your arm away from his hold with a disgraceful smile.

You’d truly crossed your line. The repercussions to be faced for this impoliteness would destroy your family’s honour. You had to leave. “Your Highness? The song has changed. It’s time to let go—”

The Crown Prince inched close enough until his hair tickled your cheeks, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he pulled you close, close enough that your lower bodies touched. Skin ablaze with heat, you dared not move an inch. “Do you mean it?” he demanded lowly, his fingers ghosting over your wrist to hold you in place. “Do you truly love me? Not for what I have, not for who I was born to be, but me as a person itself?”

Closing your eyes to shudder in a deep breath, you exhaled. “Of course, Your Highness. Even if you were not born as a Prince, I’m sure I would’ve still loved you in a different universe.”

“But I do not know you.”

“We don’t have to know each other, Your Highness, and we never will. Once you let me go, I’ll return to the shadows where I belong, and I will continue supporting you until the day of your coronation.”

“And if I refuse to let you go?” he clicked his tongue, “What will you do then?”

The Crown Prince’s spicy perfume must be an aphrodisiac or hypnotizer of sorts. Everything he did messed with your mind that it was too late – the music had stopped and people were no longer drinking or chatting. Everyone’s eyes were on you and the Crown Prince. You could only imagine how controversial this position must be; with his lips trailing dangerously close to that sensitive spot in your neck where you nearly moaned. You really needed to leave.

“P-people are looking, Your Highness. You do not want this affair with someone you won’t choose—”

“Who said I won’t choose you?” Finally, he pulled away. But Prince Naoya never once tore his gaze away from yours, nor did he allow you to look at anyone but him as he caresses your jaw so light and feathery you wondered if he was truly there.“Who said I haven’t laid my eyes on you the moment you walked in here? This ball is for naught because of you, Lady Y/N. I’ve already made my choice, and you helped me confirm it as soon as you danced with me.”

“Your Highness...”

“Look at me,” he ordered, your eyes flitting from his pinkish lips to his sharp nose and then to his fox-like gaze. Only this time, Prince Naoya was no longer harsh. “Don’t be scared.”

“But they’re looking.”

“You are with me, of course they’ll look,” he teased, “They wish to be you right now. But ignore them and dance one more time with me.”

It wasn’t like you had a choice, but did it matter? One nod from him was all it took before the orchestra fumbled back to their spots and a new song played, Ode of Moonlight Lovers, and the Crown Prince was guiding you back to where he had originally danced with you.

From the corners of your eyes, you caught a glimpse of your parents with their mouths gaped open; your father looking like he was on the verge of passing out. However, you felt nothing but joy, nothing but the adrenaline pumping through your veins as he danced and twirled you in his arms. When the music stopped and you were both panting for air with silly smiles on your face, it dawned on you that you were with the Prince. No, rather, it was only you and the Prince alone. Even in the sea of people whose faces began to blur, he prevailed crystal clear.

You could recognize him anywhere, find him everywhere.

Prince Naoya stepped impossibly closer until your chests touched, hearts beating as one. Cupping your jaw, he was near enough that he swallowed all your shaky breaths with a small, teasing smile like you both shared a secret the entire world could not know.

“Do I still make you nervous?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Yes, Your Highness. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“It’s beloved now,” he corrected, face inching closer and closer to a point you could count the number of his lower lashes. “And what do lovers do to seal their union?”

“M-Marriage?”

“Close, but this is much better.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would have a love story ripped out straight from a fairytale, you would’ve laughed at their faces. You were no Cinderella, nor were you a goddess of beauty that could’ve possibly caught the Crown Prince’s eye. Yet, his soft lips were on yours, kissing you with as much passion you could only dream of that you cried.

Strong hands guiding the back of your waist, Prince Naoya dipped you lower to the ground – the grand of finish of his dance. He had chosen his bride.

The crowd cheered and rejoiced all around you, making you smile into the kiss. Fisting his collar to bring him closer to yours, your mouth burst into metaphorical fireworks as soon as his tongue mingled with yours for an experimental taste. He was bitter yet sweet; expensive wine resting on his tongue, yet a delicate vanilla sat heavily on his soft lips that molded with yours. It was a taste you could spend forever being addicted on. And you were crying, crying so much your chest ached and the Prince’s cheeks grew damp from yours. You’d dreamt of this for so long, too long now.

Prince Naoya slowly pulled you away, his thumb wiping the tears away from the pads of your cheeks with tenderness in his touch. However, the Prince was not satisfied. The crowd whooped as he leant down to kiss your forehead. “You are mine now, my princess.”

Looping his hands with yours, the Crown Prince led you out of the castle. The crowd parted naturally to make way for the new couple, and you were left staring at his broad back and the tuft of blond hair where you’d soon find out how soft it would be. Sending one last glance to your crying parents, you waved goodbye. You had no idea where the Crown Prince would take you but you were already bunching your dress up, heart completely filled with trust you did not question it. What mattered tonight and for the rest of your life was that it felt right. That it was him – your beloved Prince Naoya Zen’in and soon to be husband – that you’d follow through the moon and back.

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renchinworld · 3 years

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NCT DREAM AS TYPES OF GROOMS ♡

before, during and after the wedding

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, NCT DREAM! ♡

- gender neutral

- on crack, what’d u expect from this account lmao XD

- the picture qualities are Jurassic negative HD 0.4K but they still look good because dem visuals infinity/10

DISCLAIMER: Considering that not everyone has the same religion and wedding traditions, just imagine that this is for y’all own culture & religion’s weddings. Also, these men will be down to marry you a thousand times in one lifetime so.... conducting a ceremony again is no problem (that equates to more honeymoons and we love honeymoons).

♡ MARK

The “I do this for my squad, I do this for my gang” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: The type to inform family and friends a year before the actual wedding (he says it's an adult thing). You and Mark will have everything ready as early as possible so y'all can just chill as the date draws near. Will also be loud about it but not in an intentional way, he’s just neomu excited.

⊰⊹ DURING: Dude will throw finger guns to the guests *ehem* Johnny & Yuta *ehem* while he’s literally right next to the priest. He will also shed a few tears and laugh at himself for crying as he sees you walking down the aisle. Will never forget to thank God for blessing him with you ♡

⊰⊹ AFTER: Mark will dance with you in different genres (except there’s no twerking and grinding because you gotta leave space for Jesus). After the big reception, there will be a smaller reception at home with just you, him and yall parents before the actual honeymoon. He will do everything you like once you two are alone tho ;)

♡ RENJUN

The “You’ll remember this as the wedding of the century” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Renjun's the type to write the most touching and heartfelt vow that will make you both cry and then add some savage twist at the end which will make everyone laugh (flashback to Haechan's birthday vlive). He will also make sure that everything--from the theme to the background music--is aesthetic af.

⊰⊹ DURING: Mans will 100% cry as he pictures you and him spending your entire lives together once he sees you walk down that aisle. Also, he is genuinely crying happy tears but will wipe them dramatically while he’s being filmed by your wedding videographer for ✧ remembrance and effect ✧

⊰⊹ AFTER: “Renjun, why is the temptation of wife OST playing in the background?”

He will sing close to your ear and give you a peck on the lips once in a while while everyone's busy partying. You two will greet the guests for a short while and then escape in a private plane to an island getaway for your honeymoon… it will take off in front of everyone because... ✧ art ✧ Also, get ready for the most romantic love making in Maldives ;)

♡ JENO

The “You thought it’d be no jam but it was actually the best wedding” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Lets you take charge of planning, but when he suggests his ideas it’s so top notch that you’ll be all “why aren’t you saying more?” and it’s because he believes that the wedding is not as important as the person he is marrying (opposite to Jaemin: Jeno thinks you’ll be happier if he just lets you do whatever you want--as an act of letting you have freedom in your creativity). He’ll be super helpful if you need it tho so no worries.

⊰⊹ DURING: Will accidentally open your veil before the person in charge says “you may now kiss the bride/groom.” He doesn’t care about the cameras, all he sees is you, you and you. Jeno won't cry in the actual event but he will be teary eyed af for sure (he's saving the tears for when you guys are alone).

⊰⊹ AFTER: He will take all his chances to carry you and hold you in his arms all night long. Jeno’s signature eye smile will be plastered on his face all night. That innocent face also prepared a bed of roses and other surprises in your room ready for the honeymoon ;)

♡ HAECHAN

The “We’re not going home until someone blacks out” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Haechan will pull a prank on you before the wedding so that you’ll coming running to him and he’ll see you (he can’t take the “you can’t see each other the night before the wedding” tradition because he misses you already). He will even make the vow writing a group activity lmao: “Whatchu writing?” “Haechan, stop looking! This is supposed to be a surprise.”

⊰⊹ DURING: He will tell everyone “I’m not gonna cry, that’s sus” but will definitely cry while laughing and get laughed at by family and friends lightheartedly. Haechan will say the funniest vows out of everyone but will also make you emotional because he can switch from being humorous to serious in 0.00001 second.

⊰⊹ AFTER: Reception is real party vibes; it’s not over until it’s game over. He might get bored eventually so you too will sneak out laughing in your wedding attires and just chill around the hotel’s swimming pools. He might also push you into a pool so he can save you and bathe you afterwards ;)

♡ JAEMIN

The “I’ve been dreaming of this my whole life” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: He’ll make the wedding planner question their entire existence (opposite to Jeno: Jaemin thinks you’ll be happier if he plans the wedding for you--as an act of service). He’ll be super open to your suggestions though and will immediately change up anything you don’t agree with so no worries.

⊰⊹ DURING: Jaemin will also give one of the funniest vows but it's because he's unintentionally funny in his speech delivery. He will say the sweetest and uplifting words, refraining from being too emotional because he doesn't want to see you cry... but you still do. Dude might do mild aegyo in front of everyone just to see you smile again (you know the finger on pouty lips one that he does with Renjun? Yep, that one).

⊰⊹ AFTER: He will drag you somewhere when everyone’s busy partying just so he can give you a kissth. He’s down to party with your family and friends but only if you’re always by his side. And he definitely won't care if the party's over or not--once he sees that you’re tired or want to be alone with him, he'll announce to everyone that you guys are gonna bounce… and bounce you shall ;)

♡ CHENLE

The “We can afford a Kardashian wedding but I’d rather keep it simple” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Boi WILL 100% invite his bestie Stephen Curry. There will be three weddings: one for the grand wedding (at an arena for all of Shanghai to see--he doesn’t like this one but gotta keep those investors in check, you know?). Another for a small circle wedding (just family and friends). The last will be the “just the two of us casually exchanging chips and diamond rings while playing pubg” wedding

⊰⊹ DURING: Daddy Chenle will never forget to mention his son Mark in his vows and speeches. His whole clan will shower you with gifts and affection so much that he doesn’t know if he should be happy or annoyed because they’re not giving you two enough time to spend YOUR wedding together. He’s staying put though because hakuna matata #the scorpio side jumped out

⊰⊹ AFTER: No one else is allowed to touch you except for him. He will carry you bridal style away from the building and to his car so he can have you all to himself. He’ll definitely cry happy tears when it's just the two of you.

♡ JISUNG

The “We really should’ve married in secret instead” Groom

⊰⊹ BEFORE: Will let you take control of the event but will pitch in his creative ideas here and there. Jisung insists that you have a small wedding but the number of NCT members is far from small lol. There's also a high chance of a beach wedding because he loves the open area (gives him more space to breathe plus he’ll see Haechan and Renjun trying to drown each other in the distance and that’s free entertainment).

⊰⊹ DURING: Dude will 100% get clowned by the NCT members while saying his vows (honorable mention: dreamies). He might rap some of his words out of nervousness (which everyone finds cute because it is). He will be all shy and awkward at first and then surprise everyone by his sudden bold moves (e.g. dip you as he kisses you, say the sweetest things). He will also cry happy tears as he sees you walk down that aisle.

⊰⊹ AFTER: He's truly grateful for all the support and love of everyone who attended but as an introvert and an Aquarius Plus Pro Max, he’ll be wishing on the inside that everyone just goes home already so you two can have fun alone. Mans will still get clowned by the members even during the reception but he doesn’t mind because he’s clowning them back now. His hand will be glued to your waist all night and he will sneak in a few kisses here and there.

♡ OT7:

- Everyone will get clowned by the other members regardless of the event so a wedding isn’t an exception. So either you protect your husband or join in on the light teasing... or both.

- You may also get clowned. It’s NCT we’re talking about.

- This is a work of fiction. Except the clownery & RenHyuck drowning each other in Jisung’s wedding. That’s true to life.

Happy Anniversary to our Dreamies >u< we love you guys sm!

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Stop- you're so talented it hurts😫 I've literally been thinking about your Kit Walker fic for the last three days...

GIRL😭😭 Literally uno reverse card tho🥰 That’s so sweet! I’m honestly so so glad you enjoyed it! I love writing for you sm😌 On the topic of which baeby-

Angry Sex with Kit Walker

“Angry sex with Kit where he’s super dominant after a heated argument…yeah, I want that right now” -Kitwalker02

Say no more fam.

Summary- An awkward flirty situation at the diner makes Kit angry. But soft kitten isn’t used to being angry, so he does all he can think of. He takes it out on you. I wouldn’t really call this smut because it’s mostly the build up than the actual sex but it does get spicy towards the end.

Words- 1.6k, I might write a part 2 to this one day and write exactly how he punishes you. Also this is the first time where I sat down at my laptop and straight from the beginning to the end not getting distracted.

Enjoy :)

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Brushing your hair up in a neat ponytail, you flinch slightly, hearing the car door shut outside. Realising Kit was finally home, you quickly put on your favourite heels and trot towards the front door, your hands flatting out your beautiful dress. Today was date night, and unlike every other date night, where Kit comes home tired and you two eat dinner, have sex and go to bed, this was going to be special. He promised you last night that he’ll take you out to eat at a nice diner, and you went out of your way to look as good as you could for him. You wore his favourite summery dress that was just short enough for him to slide his hands up it while driving and showed just enough cleavage for him to focus on you when you talked. As he opened the front door, you stood proudly in front of him, waiting for him to notice you. Instead of immediately showering you with compliments, Kit looked you up and down a few times before slowly walking over to you.

“Do you like it, Mr Walka?”, you ask quietly.

“Honestly? It’s not fair”, Kit says to you with a faux concerned expression. You look at him puzzled and he explains.

“All the other men at the diner are going to have to look at you and accept that they’ll never have you”, Kit shook his head. “I feel bad for em”. He finally smiles and you place a huge kiss on his cheek. Kit puts his arms around you and kisses your temple. The smell of grease and motor oil on his work uniform overpowers the perfume you put on and you begin to smell like him. Although Kit promises you that he’ll be super quick getting dressed, you insist for him to not change. You tell him that you’re too hungry to wait, but really you’d hate for him to smell like generic manly perfume. Especially when he could smell like Kit.

The whole ride to the diner, Kit explains to you how difficult his day was. Kit explains how too many people are trying to fix their cars by themselves and messing them up even more in the process. You understood little of the details he tells you, but it’s clear from his face that it’s bothering him a lot. You take his hand lovingly and place it on your thigh, and as usual, Kit slides it up and down, his fingertips sensually stroking your inner thigh more and more. He gives you a cheeky wink and you two lovebirds arrive at your destination.

Kit, being the gentleman he is, practically jumps out of his car seat to run round and open your car door for you. God forbid a lady like you had to do it yourself. Kit can call it romance all he wants, but the second your butt leaves the car seat, he gives you a slight smack on your behind. You jump a little and smile at him, still not used to the affectionate gesture, despite him doing it every time. He tricks you once again, opening the door to the diner and then slapping your other cheek. You smack his hand away this time and giggle, finding a clean table and sitting down. Kit sits down opposite you and rubs his shoes against your feet, playing footsies with you as if you’ve been dating a month, instead of married for six.

A very tall, bearded man in an apron comes towards your table and passes you both menus, giving you yours first. He smiles at you and looks down at your cleavage. Though you don’t notice this, Kit definitely does. He gives the man a dominant glare, but the waiter doesn’t seem intimidated. After a few minutes, you both order what you’d like, and it soon comes. Kit seems a bit off for the whole meal, occasionally looking at the waiter and tensing his jaw. You ignore this, not only being turned on by Kit’s sudden jealousy but also knowing that it’s not a big deal. The waiter only looked and it didn’t even make you uncomfortable. You hold Kit’s hand from across the table and eat your food, trying to calm him down. The real trouble doesn’t come until the bill does.

The same waiter comes to your table and looks at Kit’s uniform. He places the bill in front of him with an amused expression.

“It’s about 20 dollars…hope that’s not too much for you”. He laughs.

Kit looks at him angry and puts his hand in his pocket. He pats around and puts his other hand in his other pocket. After a few seconds, he slowly looks at you and you smile at him, reaching down to your purse and taking out your wallet. The waiter looks down at Kit and rolls his eyes, smiling, clearly amused that he was right.

You take 20 dollars out of your purse and hand it over, and keeps playing footsie with Kit under the table, which he doesn’t reciprocate this time.

“Ain’t it nice for your lady to spoil you like this”, the waiter chuckles and takes the money from you, along with the bill. You can almost feel Kit’s blood boiling from across the table as he looks at the cocky waiter. Before Kit can say anything, the waiter winks at you and leaves. Kit stares at you angry and grabs your arm, before promptly walking out of the diner and towards his car. Once you both sit down in the car, Kit notices his wallet on his windshield, that he clearly forgot to take with him.

Kit drives home, angry and embarrassed and you say nothing to make him feel better. You didn’t expect Kit to react so aggressively to not being able to pay one single bill. You open your mouth, trying to find comforting words to say before Kit forcefully slaps his hand down on your thigh, making you gasp. Instead of gentle affectionate touches, he grabs your thigh and squeezes it, and keeps a tight grip on it while he drives home.

Once you arrive home and both walk in, Kit slams the door and stomps over to you.

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me?”, he barks at you. Kit never shouted and especially never at you. Any arguments that you ever had were more focussed on fixing problems in the relationship than taking out your anger on each other.

You laugh at him sarcastically. “It’s not a big deal, what was I meant to do? Not pay? Have them call the police because your ego won’t allow me to pay?”. You sit down on the bar stool in the kitchen and face him. He rubs his face listening to you and when you’re finished, walks over to you and puts his arm on the counter beside you.

“If you hadn’t worn this dress and caught his attention in the first place, it wouldn’t have been as embarrassing that I can’t pay”.

Your mouth automatically opens hearing his words, and you huff. When he puts his other arm on the counter, trapping you in, you push him away and stand up.

“But you liked the dress when I was dressed up for you!”, you raise your voice at him, for the first time. “Is it my fault other men have eyes too?”

You storm away into your bedroom and take it off, throwing the dress on the bed angrily. Although it was ridiculous, you were almost angry at the dress for making you look good. You take out a top and shorts to wear around the house, and as you begin dressing up, you hear Kit’s footsteps coming towards your bedroom. Not as angry and fast as a few minutes ago. Now loud and slow stomps, coming in the room and walks up behind you. He grabs the top that you’re about to put on and throws it on the bed. He puts his hands on your waist and leans into your ear.

“I think you need to be reminded who you belong to”.

His dominant words send a shiver up your spine. You turn around to look at Kit, but he straight away uses the grip on your waist to turn back around and push you on the bed, falling face first. He quickly rips your underwear off and throws them behind him, not caring where they end up. You gasp at his actions, being way more aggressive and dominant than he’s ever been. Kit’s a pretty vanilla guy and you would never have thought that he’s capable of talking that dirty, let alone treating you like this. You close your eyes and bite your lip, feeling enjoying the tingles on your thighs and between them. You push your face against the bed, anxious and ready for Kit’s next bold move. And it quickly arrives, in the form of a sharp slap against your ass cheeks. You flinch and gasp as it hits, each large hand of Kit’s slapping a cheek and leaving a slightly red mark on you. He spreads your legs forcefully and kneels on the bed behind you, unbuckling his belt. You bite down on your lip, feeling the tingles from the spank warm you up on the inside. He puts his arms on either side of your shoulders, and you admire his veiny strong arms and hands. He leans down to your face and looks you dead in the eye, with his already black eyes darker than usual and his jaw tense and sharp.

“You’re gonna regret buying that dress when I’m done with you”.

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