#and would understand the slim options plus

[bhaalsdeepbat]

plans for vera suddenly changed she's gonna grow up with xan as her big brother and shadowzel are gonna raise this little hellion at their animal sanctuary. wren will be very jealous that vera gets to live with an owlbear lmao

[ms-demeanor]

Since the asks all seem to be about password managers, might as well ask my own question.

While I understand that a (good) password manager would make my accounts safer, I really don't like the idea of needing a separate app/extension to access my account. (The reasons, and whether or not they make sense, are irrelevant to the question)

So, as a compromise, I decided to invest in a security key. Sure, it's technically not as safe, since it can get stolen, but it does significantly reduce the amount of people who could get into my account due to needing that physical key, wouldn't it? Plus, if a random person would want to connect to my account and somehow stole it from me without me realizing, they would still need the password, and the likelihood of someone both knowing my password (due to a leak, or a guess, or something), having my physical security key and knowing both are linked would be very, very slim. Obviously, having both would be safest, but is there a danger I missed in my assessment?

I think that security keys are a great MFA option and that you should absolutely use one - alongside recovery codes that you keep in a secure location. Like a password manager.

The risk with MFA is different than the risk with a password manager and, is in my opinion, scarier and requires WAY more backups.

The question with MFA is not "would I be able to log in at a public library" like it is with a password manager, the question is "if I lose access to this one piece of hardware will it permanently lock me out of any accounts that this device is used to authenticate?"

I'm very cautious about the accounts that I'll put MFA on, and I'm *exceptionally* cautious about documenting recovery codes in my password manager for every single one of those accounts.

Having a physical token for authentication can be very good and secure, but also possibly too secure in a way that permanently locks you out.

However I'll shout out bitwarden again: there is an option to use bitwarden totally in-browser so you do not need an app or extension to use the password manager. That's how it passes the "would I be able to log in at a public library" test.

[esmemari]

Fixing Atta (A Bug's Life)

If I'm really honest, I like Atta's character, but I'm also aware that her behavior in the film left a lot to be desired, so here are some ideas that (from my point of view) could spruce up the character a bit. I mean, not make her perfect, but certainly fix her a bit. The following things I would fix about her would be:

1.Personality: I find her personality in the film too hostile and lacking in empathy toward Flik, ​​so I would give her a personality with more empathy toward the protagonist, being aware of his feelings and intentions to contribute to the Colony, even though they always end in disaster. Of course, it wouldn't change her personality completely, but it would give the character more empathy. This could create a great internal debate in Atta between her pressure as a future ruler and her rational and understanding side toward Flik, ​​being forced to make decisions more out of pressure from the council than of her own free will. So in the trial scene when the council gives Atta the idea of ​​sending Flik away for several days with the excuse of looking for warriors so that he does not cause disasters Atta would not agree at first since she feels that this was too harsh a punishment for Flik especially considering the dangers that are beyond the island, but the council insists pressured her but she still stands firm until Mr. Soil lets out a phrase that is a subtle but powerful blow: "Your Highness, we understand that our request is not the best option at random, but that's the way things are. A leader sometimes has to make difficult decisions for the good of his people even if they are not the best. If you truly want to show the colony that you can be a responsible and fair queen then you must do what is right no matter what." Those words would be a rather low blow for Atta so much so that in the end she ends up accepting her defeated.

2. Participation in the defense / rescue of Dot: If there is something that bothers me the most in the movie is the inability of Atta (and her mother) to move a wing for her sister the 2 times she was in danger, I understand that she was afraid of Hopper or the bird but come on, you are not going to tell me that her fear was stronger than her sisterly love for Dot, even Nani would have fought with a puma just for Lilo. The way I would have rewritten the scenes would be when Hopper would be taking Dot directly to Thumper she would jump trying to rescue her little sister but she and her mother would be firmly held by 4 grasshoppers bigger than her leaving them immobilized causing both the queen and Atta to scream anguished and desperate begging Hopper to spare Dot's life, that she was not to blame for anything and that they would promise to give them a new offering until Flik would raise his voice among the crowd and then the scene would continue the same. In the scene of the bird attack I would have rewritten it making Atta go to where Dot was to try to save her but when she arrives both are surprised by the bird and after being hit by the flapping Atta is stunned / dizzy and fall into the crevice (not before Francis caught Dot) and apart from Francis Atta would also be injured on the side of the head after a stone thrown by the bird hit her right there leaving her more stunned, the scene would remain the same with Flik and the circus gang rescuing Dot, Francis and Atta while Slim and Heimlich make the distraction for the bird, when Flik noticed the princess he would become very worried seeing her condition but she would tell him that it was okay that the important thing was to get Dot out of here, that she would follow them flying from behind but the dizziness plus the pain made it impossible for her to maintain the flight without wobbling so Flik suggests that it would be best for her to ride Dim next to Manny for safety, There, the scene would continue just as it did in the movie. This would demonstrate that Atta (and her mother) care deeply about Dot, not just Flik, ​​and that she's willing to take risks to keep her safe.

Well, these are just some personal ideas I've come up with to fix Atta. If you don't agree with them, no problem; you're not obligated to. If you have any ideas for fixing Atta, feel free to leave them in the comments section, or you can simply comment on what you think of my ideas (no insults or attacks).

[15button]

Matching Tees for Dog and Dog Parent – 15 Buttons Style

Let’s face it—we’re all a little obsessed with our dogs. Okay, a lot. They’re not just pets; they’re family, mood-boosters, fur therapists, and sometimes, better-dressed than we are. So when it comes to casual dogwear, why not give your pup the comfort and style they deserve?

That’s where 15 Buttons steps in with casual dog T-shirts that are ridiculously cute, super comfy, and oh-so-fetching (pun 100% intended). Whether your dog’s a sassy little street-style icon or just a couch potato with a love for soft fabrics, this article will help you understand what makes a casual dog tee actually worth barking about—and how 15 Buttons is redefining pet fashion one adorable outfit at a time.

Why Dress Your Dog in a T-Shirt Anyway?

It’s not just for the aesthetic (although—come on—have you seen a Dachshund in a tie-dye tee?). Dog T-shirts have legit benefits that go way beyond cute photo ops.

Here’s the lowdown:

Temperature regulation: Small, short-haired, or senior dogs can catch a chill faster than you can say “walkies.” A light T-shirt adds a comfy layer of warmth without overheating.

Skin protection: Whether it's shielding from UV rays, reducing itch from allergies, or keeping post-surgery spots clean, a tee can be a protective hero.

Less shedding drama: A shirt can help contain the hairstorm your dog unleashes on every soft surface. Win-win.

Anxiety relief: Snug T-shirts can have a calming effect, like a wearable hug. Perfect for thunderstorm season or car rides.

Plus, let’s not forget the most obvious reason: they look adorable AF.

The Casual Tee Vibe – Not Overdressed, Just Right

There’s something about a dog in a casual tee that screams “I’m chill but I care about my appearance.” It’s the pawfect in-between look. Not formal, not naked. Just cool, comfy, and confident.

At 15 Buttons, we’ve cracked the code on casual dog T-shirts that don’t try too hard. Think breathable cotton blends, relaxed fits, and graphics that are equal parts cute and clever.

Imagine your pug strutting around in a mustard-yellow T-shirt that says “Nap Chief.” Or your Indie dog rocking a striped number that says “Good Vibes Only.” It’s laid-back fashion that fits right into your pup’s daily routine—whether that’s chasing butterflies or power-napping under the coffee table.

Fabrics That Feel Like a Belly Rub

Let’s be real—dogs aren’t subtle. If something’s itchy, tight, or annoying, they’ll let you know by rolling around like a drama queen or flat-out refusing to move. That’s why 15 Buttons goes big on fabric quality.

We’re talking:

Soft cotton and breathable blends: So your dog doesn’t overheat during their third walk of the day.

Stretch-friendly knits: For that perfect snug-but-not-tight fit, even after a few extra biscuits.

Tag-free comfort: Yep, even dogs hate scratchy tags.

Plus, these tees are actually washable. So after that “oops-I-rolled-in-mud” moment? No stress. Toss it in the wash and it’s good as new.

A Fit for Every Fluffy (or Not-So-Fluffy) Frame

Dog bodies are not all made the same—and thank goodness, or how boring would that be? A greyhound’s sleek, elegant form has very different needs than a sausage-shaped Corgi or a beefy little Frenchie.

That’s why 15 Buttons doesn’t do the “small-medium-large” laziness. We tailor our casual tees with breed-specific considerations:

Wider chests for Bulldogs and Boxers

Longer backs for Doxies and Basset Hounds

Roomy cuts for fluffier breeds like Poms or Shih Tzus

Slim-fit options for slender-legged breeds like Whippets

We’re about clothes that move with your dog—not restrict them. Because zoomies are serious business.

Style That Speaks Their Personality

Every dog has a vibe. Some are goofy class clowns. Some are aloof cool kids. Some are sensitive cuddlebugs. Shouldn’t their clothes reflect that?

Here’s a few 15 Buttons favorites:

Graphic Tees – “Sassy Since Birth,” “Treat Please,” and “I Only Bark on Weekdays.” Let the shirt say it so they don’t have to.

Striped Classics – Timeless, Instagrammable, and perfect for seaside strolls or café chill sessions.

Solid Basics – For when your dog’s personality does all the talking. Think neutral tones with clean lines and a comfy fit.

Pop Culture Prints – Because if you and your dog both love retro cartoons or iconic logos, why not share the love?

And yes—matching human options are available. Because twinning with your dog is not just acceptable; it’s basically a lifestyle choice.

Everyday Comfort, Not Just for Special Days

One of the biggest myths about pet fashion? That it’s just for holidays, photoshoots, or bougie events. Nope. The right casual dog tee is made for everyday adventures:

Morning park zooms

Lazy couch days

Coffee shop runs

Road trips with the windows down

Random neighborhood struts (you know the ones)

And when your dog gets compliments from strangers? You get to bask in the shared glory. It’s a win for everyone involved.

Pro Tips for Choosing the Right Casual Tee

Let’s wrap up with a few pointers from the pros (that’s us, obviously):

Measure before you click – Chest, back length, and neck. Don’t just guess.

Think seasonally – Go lighter in summer, layerable in winter.

Go for the vibe – Does it match your dog’s personality? If yes, it’s a win.

Easy on, easy off – If your dog hates sleeves, go for a tank cut.

Stock up – One tee is never enough. Trust us. It becomes an addiction.

In Conclusion: It’s Not Just Fashion, It’s Love

At the heart of it all, casual T-shirts for dogs aren’t about turning them into accessories. They’re about care, comfort, and connection. They’re about saying, “Hey, I see you. And you deserve to look as cool as you make me feel every day.”

With 15 Buttons, you’re not just dressing your pup. You’re giving them freedom to move, comfort to snooze, and a little flair that makes strangers smile. Because cute and comfy isn’t just a vibe—it’s a lifestyle.

Ready to upgrade your dog’s wardrobe? Explore our latest collection of casual T-shirts for dogs on 15button.in. Go on, give your pup that soft cotton glow-up they didn’t know they needed.

Because nothing says “good dog” like a T-shirt that feels like a hug

Visit this website for more information

https://15buttons.in/

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What to Look for When Buying Men's Floral Shirts in UK: A Complete Guide

Men's floral shirts have become a bold statement in fashion, offering a refreshing and stylish alternative to the traditional, plain shirt. Whether you're heading to a beach party, a casual get-together, or simply looking to add a touch of vibrancy to your wardrobe, men's floral shirts UK are an excellent choice. These shirts combine comfort, style, and individuality, making them an essential piece for modern men.

In this guide, we will explore everything you need to know when buying men's floral shirts UK. From choosing the right fabric to understanding different styles and patterns, we will help you navigate through the world of floral prints to ensure that you make a fashionable and functional purchase. Plus, we will touch on how floral shirts complement other wardrobe staples like women's beach sets UK, giving you a sense of complete style coordination.

Why Choose Men's Floral Shirts in UK?

Before we dive into the specifics of choosing the right men's floral shirt, let’s first understand why they are so popular in the UK.

Floral shirts are synonymous with boldness and individuality. They are a perfect way to stand out from the crowd while still maintaining a sense of effortless style. In the UK, floral prints are worn by men for various occasions, from laid-back weekends to more formal events. The versatility of men's floral shirts has made them a staple in many men’s wardrobes.

Additionally, men's floral shirts UK are especially perfect for warm weather, as their lightweight materials offer great breathability, keeping you cool while looking stylish. They are also an ideal choice for pairing with other pieces, such as shorts or chinos, making them perfect for a casual beach or garden party.

What to Look for When Buying Men's Floral Shirts UK?

Here are the key factors to consider when purchasing a men's floral shirt UK to ensure that you get the most stylish and practical shirt for your needs:

1. Fabric Type

The fabric is perhaps the most important factor when selecting a men's floral shirt. The material you choose will directly impact the comfort, durability, and overall appearance of the shirt. Common fabrics for floral shirts include:

Cotton: Cotton is the most popular fabric for floral shirts because it is breathable, soft, and comfortable. Cotton shirts are ideal for warmer weather, as they allow for better air circulation. They also offer versatility, as they can be dressed up or down.

Linen: Linen is another great option, especially for hot summer days. It's lighter than cotton, with a slightly crisper feel, making it perfect for a laid-back, beachy look.

Synthetics: Synthetic fabrics like polyester and rayon can also be used for floral shirts. While they are less breathable, they tend to be more affordable and are resistant to wrinkles.

Make sure to choose a fabric that matches the climate and occasion you're buying the shirt for. For instance, if you're looking for something for a summer holiday, a men's floral shirt UK in lightweight cotton or linen would be ideal. Pair it with women's beach sets UK for a complete beach-ready look.

2. Fit and Cut

The fit of a shirt is crucial for both comfort and style. Floral shirts come in various cuts, including slim-fit, regular-fit, and relaxed-fit styles.

Slim-Fit: A slim-fit floral shirt is designed to hug the body and provide a tailored look. This style is perfect if you want a more modern and sleek appearance.

Regular-Fit: A regular-fit shirt offers more room in the chest and waist areas, making it comfortable for all body types. This style is great if you want a versatile shirt that can be worn in a variety of settings.

Relaxed-Fit: For a looser and more laid-back vibe, go for a relaxed-fit floral shirt. This is ideal for a casual, comfortable look, particularly when worn with women's beach sets UK for a coordinated beach outfit.

The right fit is essential not only for comfort but also for ensuring that the shirt complements your body shape. Avoid shirts that are too tight or too loose, as they can detract from the overall aesthetic.

3. Pattern and Design

Floral prints come in many variations, so choosing the right design is important to ensure it matches your personality and style preferences. When shopping for men's floral shirts UK, consider the following factors:

Bold vs. Subtle Prints: Bold floral prints feature large, eye-catching flowers, while subtle prints are smaller and more intricate. If you’re looking for a shirt that makes a statement, opt for bold, oversized blooms. For a more understated look, go for smaller prints or a more muted colour palette.

Colour Scheme: Floral shirts come in a variety of colours. While tropical floral shirts often feature bright, bold hues like turquoise, red, and yellow, others may have more muted tones, such as navy, grey, and white. When selecting a floral shirt, think about what colour scheme works best for your wardrobe and personal style. Darker shades are better for evening events, while lighter colours work well for daywear.

Tropical vs. Vintage: Some floral shirts feature tropical prints with palm trees and vibrant colours, perfect for a holiday or a laid-back beach look. Others have vintage floral designs that exude a more classic or retro style.

4. Occasion and Versatility

One of the key reasons floral shirts are so popular is their versatility. They can be dressed up or down depending on the occasion. Think about when and where you’ll be wearing your men's floral shirt UK. For more formal events, go for a floral shirt with smaller, less vibrant prints, and pair it with tailored trousers or chinos. For casual outings, you can opt for bolder, brighter prints and pair them with shorts or jeans.

If you’re planning to wear your floral shirt to the beach, consider how it pairs with other pieces in your wardrobe, such as women's beach sets UK. A floral shirt pairs wonderfully with simple denim shorts or light-coloured chinos, creating a relaxed and stylish outfit for beach outings.

5. Details and Features

Look out for small details that can enhance the look of your floral shirt. Some key features to consider include:

Collar Type: The collar is an important feature that can change the overall look of the shirt. A standard button-down collar is a classic choice, while a Cuban or camp collar can give off a more relaxed, vintage vibe.

Button Style: Buttons come in various styles, from standard plastic buttons to wood or horn buttons. Opt for buttons that complement the overall look of the shirt.

Cuffs and Sleeves: Some floral shirts come with buttoned cuffs, while others feature roll-up sleeves for a casual touch. Depending on your style preference, choose the sleeve type that suits your look.

6. Brand and Quality

The brand of the shirt plays a significant role in ensuring high quality. Well-known brands often use better fabrics, and their shirts tend to have superior craftsmanship. When purchasing men's floral shirts UK, research the brand to ensure they are known for quality products. A well-made shirt can withstand multiple washes and wearings without losing its shape or colour.

While we won’t discuss specific prices here, it’s important to invest in a shirt that will last, as floral prints can become a wardrobe staple if taken care of properly. Additionally, consider supporting local UK brands or those known for their sustainable fashion practices.

7. Care and Maintenance

Floral shirts, like any other clothing, require proper care to maintain their appearance. Be sure to follow the care instructions on the label, whether it involves handwashing, machine washing, or dry cleaning. Some floral shirts may need a gentle cycle or a cold wash to preserve the colours and fabric integrity.

To keep your men's floral shirts UK in top condition, avoid using harsh detergents or bleach, as these can fade the print. Iron the shirt on a low heat setting, and consider hanging it up to dry to avoid shrinkage.

Pairing Men's Floral Shirts with Other Fashion Staples

A floral shirt is a statement piece on its own, but when paired with the right accessories and other clothing items, it can become a versatile addition to any wardrobe.

Pairing with Shorts or Chinos: For a casual day out or a summer beach holiday, pair your floral shirt with denim shorts, khakis, or lightweight chinos. A men's floral shirt UK looks great with beige or olive green chinos for a relaxed, yet stylish look.

Coordinating with Women's Beach Sets UK: For a matching beach ensemble, consider coordinating your floral shirt with a women's beach set UK. Whether it's a floral print or complementary colours, matching your outfits with your partner or group adds a sense of cohesion and style.

Footwear: When it comes to footwear, loafers, boat shoes, or casual sandals work well with a floral shirt, depending on the occasion. If you’re heading to the beach, slip-on sandals or espadrilles are an excellent choice.

Conclusion

Buying a men's floral shirt UK requires a balance of style, fit, fabric, and occasion. Whether you are dressing up for a formal event or creating a relaxed beach outfit, a floral shirt can elevate your wardrobe and help you stand out with ease. Always keep your body type, fabric preference, and the event in mind when making your purchase. Remember, floral shirts are not just for the warm months—they are a versatile addition to any wardrobe and can be worn year-round with the right accessories.

By following this guide, you’ll be able to choose the perfect men's floral shirt UK that fits your personality and lifestyle. So, go ahead, make a statement,

and enjoy the boldness that floral prints bring to your wardrobe.

[changlix-mp4]

BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN ♡ : A TO Z - ( NSFW )

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

well , we all know how caring he is?

he is so dad , caring , like yea daddy ( sorry ksjsk )

ok for real ,

I think he is the type to wait a little bit , to let you both calm down , holding you into his arms

after cleaning you up

he’s gonna be soft with you

treat you right huh

little caresses and all

he is so affectionate , he’s so adorable ,, I want to hug him forever 

*crying session is open*

I definitively can see him wanting to cuddle you afterwards

he would lay his head on your chest at first , wanting you to play with his soft curly hair

NATURAL CURLY HAIRED CHAN SUPERIOR , BARE WITH ME

after awhile , he would put your head on his chest and his turn , he would play with your hair

holding you close with his hand on your waist until you both fall asleep

c u t e .

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Well , before I start ,,

Chan said he loves his dimples when he smiles ,, well same

SO

I think Chan’s favourite body part are his dimples and his whole body? I mean I don’t really know, and I can’t really explain , but the fact that he works out and take care of his body ,,

he prob likes his arms aswell ( anyways , I do )

For his partner , he’d prob likes ,, oh no ,, loves your thighs , the skin so soft , smooth  ( so sexc sksj ) ,, he loves the fact that they’re not too slim and skinny . He also likes your plump lips , so kissable and soft and your tummy uwu

knowing Chan , I bet this boy loves every parts of your body

I know y’all don’t care , but

I love Chan’s veiny arms , his hands omfg choke me daddy , his cheeks , his hair , his smile omg, well … EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM ! His dimples are my weakness bye.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

not the greatest taste?

but more liquidy and not sticky gross

so I-

I think it’s fine to swallow it?

he thinks it’s hot when you do this

but he’s not the type to want you to do things that make you uncomfortable

If you don’t want to swallow it , then don’t do it

If you want to , just do it

you’ll just make him moan at the sight before him

he likes loves to cum inside

it’s his fav place

when he doesn’t cum inside you

he would cum on your thighs ( because he loves them asf )

and your stomach too

but not on your face

you both find it gross so it’s a big no no

and it’s more embarrassing than sexy so , NO

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

chan is actually pretty open about his kinks?

he’s a dom ( we all know it jk )

act like he knows what he’s doing

but sometimes it’s not the case

actually there is one thing he’ll probably never admit

he acts like he wants to do all the job

the one who control

but daddy he wants to feel special sometimes

that’s why he f loves when you want to take control

he’d act like he doesn’t want to , but boy inside is burning with excitments & anticipation

I also think chan is the type to use your underwear when he jacks off

the thought of you in them, really turns him on

he’s just a bit ashamed to steal some panties of yours he loves a lot

ohh and he really wants to try fingering you in a public place

like in a restaurant? , library

He’s nervous about bringing it up tho. It’s a thought that he jacks off to sometimes

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

not really experienced.

chris is super hot , well build , really charming , polite and all

let’s just say perfect ( I’m not even exaggerating )

everyone want to get in his pants

but

I’m pretty sure chan is a virgin ,,

I mean , he prob just saw a few porns

my boy is really intelligent so

he just learn very fast skjsl

but yea ,,

and plus , he was a trainee since he was young , 14?

being under jyp had its own restrictions

and I don’t think he needed that and he had time for that

busy man *sigh*

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. will probably include a visual)

I don’t think he is very demanding

chan is someone very simple , understanding , he’s just not complicated

not someone hard to please

so I think ,

he enjoys the traditional one ( lmao ) missionary?

he also enjoys doggy style too

he can pulls on your hair to lift you up and have your back against his chest

in this position he can put his hand on your stomach and your neck to slighty squeeze it

AND

he loves when you ride him

boy gets harder than he was ,, as hard as a rock

is that possible??

this position makes him horny asf

he finds it f hot

he loves the fact that he can see your pretty face making yourself feels good

with this position he can see your face when you orgasm

he can easily kiss your neck , make hickeys

he can holds you and yea ,,

he can do a lot of things with this position ( hell yea )

but like I said chan is a super easy person to please

missionary is his fav one

he actually finds it very confortable for the both of you

very soft in a way and romantic

making love uwu

depends of the situation obv;)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Chan is a goofy person

I mean is so giggly most of the time

ma babey!!!

he loves to tease , oh yea he does

he can be the type to laugh during sex , if you make a joke ( yea why not lmao )

if you’re uncomfortable , he’d try to make you feel better

so he’d try to make jokes ,if his first option of consolling you doesn’t work

if you guys feel like laughing , you’ll do

looking into your eyes and smiling at each other

c u t e

ngl he can get pretty serious

again , it depends of the mood

when he’s frustrated , angry , tired..

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I’m pretty sure

he is not bare down there ,,

veeeryy well groomed

doesn’t shave it all off, simply trims, all nice and neat

the amount of hair isn’t too crazy

armpits shaved , he feels more confortable and clean

guys , this boy armpits is cleaner than my whole face tf

happy trail shaved since

TOO MUCH TUMMY FLASHES

but wants to keep his happy trail ,, maybe??

ughhh I want him to keep it bcs damn this is so hot

please hear me out daddy chris

i want to suck hug him

but honestly I feel like

he can go natural when he has the choice?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he is so caring

so very romantic

he is a passionate man and he shows it through many ways

we all know it

ahhh I love this man sfm

but sometimes he can be rough

not too much but it depends of his mood

I mean he is daddy so sometimes he feels like he have to show his daddyness lmao i just cringed help me ughhh

he feels like he have to show his dominance sometimes

but when I say rough

it’s not something really wild x)

even when he’s rough

he controls himself

and make sure to check if you’re alright

tbh rough sex happends very very very rarely

but it makes it more special ,, x)

he cares a lot about you

i think he’s more into vanilla sex

yeaa I’m sure he is sooo into it

I mean c u t e

I mean I want him to make love to me!! lord forgive me

he is naturally sweet and adorable so

lord I’m so in love with this man <3

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t do it often

only when he really is alone

especially if you are not around

when he’s really frustrated he also tends to jack off

and one of the reasons why he doesn’t really masturbate

it’s just because he’s constantly around the boys

and my boy is a really hardworking man

well , like I said before he doesn’t do it often

probably once or twice a week? Or not at all the week

it’s when he really needs some reliefs

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

chris is kinky , PERIOD .

y’all can’t deny it

• daddy kink for sure , no doubt ahah

he said it himself sooooo

he’s daddy material tho lmao

he gets turn on when he is being called daddy sometimes

if you call him daddy in public he will get a light boner for sure

guess what will happen next;)

BUT it’s not a need !

he doesn’t want to be called that every time you guys have sex

•maybe roleplay

teacher x student / doctor x patient or stuff like that ( I think he can prob play both, that boy is a switch )

I think he’s definitively not into hardcore bondage ( sorry ) but doesn’t mind to blindfold you

•edging : giving and receiving

he loves the way he can make you whine and scream when he’s overstimulating you

BUT that is only for pleasure and not for torture

•praise kink: giving and receiving

he thinks it’s somehow important

•biting kink : both giving and receiving

he likes feeling you bite down on his skin when he fucks you

he also loves it when you moan out for him as he nips at your skin

thinks hickeys are sexy ( and tf yes they are )

•so marking kink: giving and receiving ,,

it makes him horny when you give him hickeys out of nowhere

and he loves it when you do it while he makes love to you

but most of time he is the one giving them to you

loves leaving hickeys and little bruises on your hips , neck , collarbones , stomach and thighs ( your whole body should be decorated by his soft lips skjsk )

having hickies and love bites on his neck and collarbones

he loves his back being scratched

likes seeing the scraches on his back in the mirror

oh my gosh imagine what it looks like when he takes a shower ,, the water cascading over the red marks omg help me I’m-

since I think he likes thighs ( idk why but yea)

•THIGH RIDING is a big YES

his muscular thighs!!

he likes it when you wear strockings // it’s so fucking hot

•impreg kink tho it’s so sexy and cute damn <3

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

chan is not picky , he’s a simple guy

the bedroom is perfect

why? because it’s confortable

AND secure , intimate

it’s somehow warm and all

but the rest of the house is ok tho

kitchen ( but very rarely bcs you guys feel like it’s not very hygienic but it happens only when one of you are reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally horny and impatient)

living room : couch , carpet ,, shower sex is one of his fav

bath sex with chan is a concept

he’s not into public places

he wants thing to be confortable and intimate ,, that’s why he prefers doing it at home

Or maybe omg

s t u d i o

one of his fav for sure!!

he loves having sex with you in his studio ,, hot

having you riding him slowly

or cockwarming while he’s working ( arg stop me )

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

kisses by his ears and down his neck

his ears seem to be really sensitive hehe

he really likes when you trace his veins with your fingertips ( it also turns you on , ugh it’s like i’m talking about me *moan * )

seeing you in his clothes really turns him on aswell

when you stroke his hair , like when you’re sitting on his lap and run your fingers through it , pulling at the strands a little ( goosebumps kskjs)

but ngl he can get turn on by you whatever you do lmaao

just smile , just breath , boy is turn on ( jk .. unless ahah)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that involves bodily matter or fluids that are not sperm or vaginal fluid

he does not like degradation , it’s a big NO !

He would never ever degrade you! He likes and respect his girl too much to talk down to her ,, chan is a gentleman . He expects you to treat him the same btw

AH!! sharing you sexually . Don’t even think about it

things like threesomes and all, aren’t his thing

anything that involves violence too

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he f loves it when you go down on him kissing him from his neck all along his collarbones , abs ,, running your hands on his torso

it pleases him to hit the back of your throat ,, but stay careful to not hurt you

he loves the sight of you inbetween his legs

he likes threading his fingers through your hair ,, pulling at it a little

but my man chan is one of the few blessings on this planet

he equally loves both : giving and receiving

he likes pleasuring you ,, looking at you from between your legs seeing you rolling your eyes in the back of your head , throwing your head back

seeing the way your eyesbrows frown , biting you lips

seeing how you clunch at the sheets , and pulling at his hair ,,making him moans at the sensation and at how sexy you look like

oof this is so sexy I want to disapear helpsk

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

he can be rough y’know not really hard and fast but yea it depends of his mood

he is the one controlling the pace

even when you ride him , he’d place his hands on your waist/ hips to guild you

but I think he’s more into sensual things

he’d be slow and sensual

really slow when he wants to tease the sh^t out of you

he’d be gentle obv

y’know into vanilla sex

Idk why people think he seems to be into really rough things but I DON’T THINK it’s actually the case

my babie is so soft behind all those muscles uwuuuu

Q= Quickie ( Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex and how often? )

No, quickies mainly have to be done in a risky area and that freaks him out so no

plus he hates feeling rushed.

he’s not the biggest fan but he def. won’t turn you down if you suggest it

he won’t push you away for sure

He finds it kinda hot because it mainly means you are needy for him.

Would rather have proper sex. He likes taking his time so quickies aren’t ideal.

On the very unlikely occasion he’d go for a quickie it would definitely have to be in a place he would never get caught

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He is not that risky, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or to get caught in a sexual act

He has his own boundaries

He is prob open to try new things

he just needs to be convinced first but mainly just to tease you. He wants you to give him reasons

ngl i think he doesn’t know a lot of different kinks and stuffs so he is probably quite open for experimenting ,, curious boy

As long as none of them involve pure pain and violence he’s good.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I don’t think I really need to write something for this one? He has a good stamina and can last a long time. I think he starts really slow at the beginning and then uses more force and speed after a while .

SO all night bcs of his crazy stamina , I mean he is pretty athletic so , but again DEPENDS of the day and mood

making love all night , taking his sweet time my fucking heart is beating so fast omgg

doesn’t get tired easily i think ; I mean boy can’t even fall asleep irl

BUT don’t get me wrong he can go for rounds but makes time to appreciate your presence and enjoy having conversations with you , y’know?

So prob tried to not go too crazy bcs he wants to spend time with you afterwards get me

If i have to say the numbers of rounds i’d say 3-5 rounds max . Again , it would depends on his mood and pace

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Definitely NOT a toy user

he’s not into it at all

a vibrator is what he will use ONLY if you ask him to ( I think you must really insist if you want it )

he def prefers tease you with his fingers , cock but not objects

it’s skin against skin for him ,bye.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

lmao we all know he is a fcking tease

sometimes , I think it comes to him naturally and it’s apart of his personality

he finds it so cute when you’re frustrated ,blushing and super shy ahah ( my body is burning just thinking about him teasing skjls)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

L O U D.

I mean , please listen to 3RACHA songs , he’s pratically moaning ( that’s so sexy tho *moan*)

deep , or high pitched ( lord help me ) soft grunts

moans , groans , breathy moan ( does not scream that’s it )

please just imagine when he’s getting close and makes those sounds

( i’m the one horny rn , brb imma fix my problem lmao )

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he loves to hold your hand while you two are having sex ( uwu I’m so in love )

enjoys strip teases. Whether it’s giving or receiving ( lord , imagine him getting rid of his clothes slowly and looking straight into your eyes , biting his lips .. I’M NOT OKAY!!)

loves it when you hold his head while he gives you oral , pulling at his locks

fucking loves buying cute and sexy ( not vulgar ones) lingerie sets for you

not necessarily for sex , he just loves admiring the way you look in black or red lingeries ( or even pastel colors )

he just lives for the moments when you dress up for him , only for him

like knowing he’s the only one who sees

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

long and thick. veiny

6-7 inches

( please i just took a ruler to look at the length , the way i moaned i’m-)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

normal?, average. 1-3 times a week

but he doesn’t need to have sex every week to stay satisfied

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

depends on how long you two were having sex

of course after a proper after care.

but would rather hold you for a moment , talking with you , making you laugh and smile. It means a lot for him , want to enjoy the warmth of your bodies against each other.

c u d d l e  to sleep. uwu cute

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Say something happened idk what but like Y/n couldn't be with michael at the moment say she was visiting somewhere or something. How would their facetime be like?

michael will be so grumpy and annoyed that youre gone

your absense will be so obvious in his life, even if he’s just being overdramatic because its only a couple of days/a week/whatever

he just misses you a lot, misses waking up next to you, touching you, spending time with you

but you facetime everyday

which makes it as tolerable as it can be

i mean if it were up to him he’d facetime you all day everyday

but you restrict it to only at the end of the day so you can both get your things done throughout the day

which for him really just means wasting the day until he finally gets his time with you

but when that time comes, he does not let any distractions, he is very serious about his time alone with you even if only over the phone

and while seeing your face again makes his entire day

it’s never enough, he’ll still have to go to sleep without your warmth next to him

which is why he usually likes to fall asleep with you on the call lol

but he takes what he can get

as soon as you’re on the call and your face pops up, when you give him that heartwarming smile of yours “hi, mikey.”

his entire body sways at seeing his love again but at the same time it just makes him miss you so much more

you’re so close, visually but so far away

you would usually sit on your hotel/childhood bed and fold your knees up to your chest with your phone in your hand against them as you talked to him

only enough for him to see from your collarbone to your face

and he’d be laying on his bed with his phone held over his head so you could see his face

and he’d listen while you ranted about how your day was

maybe really half listening to the plot but he missed your voice throughout the day so he was really just soaking it in

how you managed to be excited about the littlest things if you had a good day

the way your face was so bright and beautiful as always, your big eyes showing your excitement

he’d laugh and smile, tease you whenever you told him something embarrassing had happened and watch delighted as you stammered and blushed

or if you had a bad day, he would watch your sad expression and have a yearning to hold you in his arms, prevent any tear from streaming down your face

also a bit of a yearning to get on a car/plane and get rid of everything that upset you

he was very mad he couldn’t physically be there for you but he did what he could just letting you let out your feelings

if you ever tried to cut yourself off because you thought you were talking too much or ask him about his day

he’d almost be frustrated because you never annoyed him and he wanted to hear you more, your voice, even if it was the most boring story he physically would never tolerate if anyone else had been saying it

“how was your day, bubs?”

“boring.”

“…michael” cue your eyeroll and lecture

but he would always let up and tell you what he did today, how the house and ashton were doing, things like that

you were really the one that spoke and were more animated but that was just your normal dynamic with him

sometimes you were excited about a particular thing that was going to happen or you had a great day so you would model for him your clothing option for the next day

like you would set your phone down to give him a good view then you’d show him your full outfit

“so i was thinking of wearing this dress but i don’t know if this yellow one would be better. what do you think?”

and he literally didn’t know the first thing about fashion, especially when you looked good in everything you wore

but he couldn’t deny you, even when it was so out of his personality, so he’d always chuckle and give a general “i think it looks good” but with a smile that made you weak to your knees so you knew that you would definitely wear it and send him pictures of you in it the next day so he could see you

(which is what you did everyday really, you’d always send him pictures of your trip or just you with your outfit of the day

it was one of the parts of his day that he anticipated the most even though he nearly never answered you and just commented on it during your facetime call at the end of the day briefly

“you looked pretty today.”

so you were never really sure if he wanted you to keep sending them but thank goodness you did)

or when you were telling him about your day and what you did and his snide little comments told you exactly how you felt

“it was a hard day.”

“it wouldn’t have been if you were here instead.”

to which you would giggle knowingly and give him the most loving smile that he had been missing

“i know mikey, i miss you too.”

to which he would smile

the smile he only ever gave to you

it was his way of saying he missed you without ever really saying it.

but then in would come the same question he asked every single time he talked to you

“when are you coming home?”

he tried not to sound whiny but he always did

he was constantly counting down the days for you to be home

because there was only so much patience he could have and it was starting to feel like the trip had stolen his girlfriend and he was this close to wrestling you back.

and you would always tell him a few days and he would always huff

your conversations were mundane but it brought a bit of your normal everyday life when both of you felt kind of out of wack without each other

sometimes you were tired and michael forced you to hang up even if you didnt want to so you can rest

always always ending with an “i love you."

other times you laid on your side on the bed as michael did the same, both of your phones extended in your hands on the other side of the bed so it seemed like you were in each others bed

and you’d go to sleep like that

just whispering about random things until you both closed your eyes and dozed off

nsfw because i’m a whore with no self control 😔🤚🏼

you guys really were always all over each other, esp michael who had no restraint

so being away from you for more than a few days was more than a little frustrating

sometimes it would be you

you’d be squirming all day with thoughts of him and finally seeing him even if through a screen would have you whimpering for him almost without any other introduction

he would always understand and give you what you need without explanations needed

but most times it would be him

you’d answer his call with the same innocent, happy smile you always had on

he’d be quieter than normal, almost looking mad (frustrated is the better word) but you figured he had a bad day and talked much more to compensate

and he’d listen to you, not cutting you off.

mumbling “hm..” at appropriate times

but he was a lot closer to the camera than usual, watching you carefully, taking you all in, only one of his hands was in frame and the other seemed like it was moving

it wasnt until you paused that you heard it

a sort of ’slick’ing sound that you knew a little too well

“mikey?"

“keep talking.”

he was getting off on your voice, loved the how sweet and oblivious your words were, how much you missed him, how good your day was

could imagine your voice crying out for him like you always did

plus you were so pretty, he could get himself off with just your face and the pretty dress you were wearing

then he’d pull the phone back and show you exactly what you had been suspecting

his hard cock was out, being stroked slowly and lazily by his hand as he had been doing since the moment you had picked up

“miss you so much, little one. couldn’t think of anything else today except you bouncing on my cock like the good girl you are. i’m so fucking hard”

he was so big, like always and you could almost drool at the sight of him, clenching around absolutely nothing as you imagined being filled up by him, him spoiling you with his cock like he usually did

and seeing you blush and seem so mesmerized, equally as turned on as him then made him just fuck his fist faster, tighten his fist to mimic your tightness

and he’d direct you to tell you what to do, tell you how to touch yourself

he made sure he could see every part of you, your legs spread for the camera and him showing everything he’d been fantasizing about for so long

it’d honestly be so frustrating just as much as it was hot for him

because he was visibly seeing what he wished was with him right then but he couldnt touch you

but seeing his innocent little girlfriend touching herself for him was enough for him to stroke himself faster

especially at the thought of you either being at a hotel or at your parents house, so close to others, so easy for anyone to overhear the good girl they saw going in, shy and sweet, but none of that registers in your mind because youre michael’s whore that would do anything to be fucked dumb by your big, bad boyfriend

he’d listen to your small breathy moans and whimpers, honestly getting even more painfully hard at your sounds

sometimes your tongue would be out, expectantly like it usually was when he was above you, awaiting his spit

biting your lip as you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him getting himself off but sometimes you had to throw your head back as you imagined his fingers instead of yours stretching you out, his big body overpowering yours

your hips would be grinding pathetically agaisnt your hand without even realizing it

“daddy, d-daddydaddy!"

but michael saw all of it, groans and curse words leaving his mouth as he took you in entirely

your slim fingers rubbing your little clit, your blush as you tried your best to mimic all the things he usually did to you with your fingers

although nothing comparing to his much bigger hand that could cup your entire cunt with his palm and his thick, long fingers that could fill you up and hit all your best spots

leaving you more than a little whiny in frustration

spreading your folds to the camera so he can see your tight, drooling hole. a show just for him.

and it was better than any porn he’d ever watched

especially because the girl he was watching was HIS

he imagined your smaller hand wrapping around his dick, your wide eyes looking up at him from down on your knees, head bobbing on his cock, tears in your eyes

he’d be giving you the most degrading praises he could, they would just fall from his lips

“that’s right, play with yourself for me, dirty girl.”

“fuck just a few days without me and you’re already a cockhungry slut aren’t you?”

he’d tell you what he wants to do to you, what he’d do if he were there

“i’d stretch you open so good, little one”

“i want to have you crying on my cock”

“rub your cunt faster, just how I would. pinch your clit”

he’d have your small body bent over, face pushed into the bed and dress bunched on your hips, plowing you from behind (especially with how blue balled he’d be for so long without you) and he’d tell you as much

you were so wet, the wetness practically dripping from your hand and the sound loud for michael’s ears which did not help his desperate want to actually feel you

normally you couldnt get off by yourself, but knowing your boyfriend was watching, that he was getting off on you and the fact that he was the one controlling your movements, you did cum on your own fingers

“show me”

you’d blush but shyly obey him, something that filled him with so much pleasure - always so submissive for him, and brought your phone closer to show him your messy cunt

and michael, jacking off and thrusting against his fist

grunts, groans and some low growls

“fuckfuckfuck”

cumming right after you, all over his stomach, his head being thrown back at the pleasure

and the sight had you already writhing and grinding against the mattress under you, wanting more

wanting him and wanting his cum in you

“good fucking girl”

he wasnt used to getting himself off, didn’t need to with you around, and normally didnt like it but with your help, it felt so good

but he wanted the real thing, could only go so long without fucking his sweet little girlfriend who he was so weak over

and you wanted the same

[fuckyeahzevranarainai]

Zevran: Mmm... what? I... oh.

Zevran: I rather thought I would wake up dead. Or not wake up at all, as the case may be. But I see you haven't killed me yet.

Warden: That could be easily rectified.

Zevran: Of that I have no doubt. You are most skilled. If you haven't killed me, however, you must have kept me alive for some purpose, yes?

Warden: You seem awfully glib for a prisoner.

Zevran: (Chuckles) It is my way, or so I am told.

Zevran: Let's see, then. I assume you kept me alive to ask me some questions, yes? If so, let me save you time and get right to the point.

Zevran: My name is Zevran. Zev to my friends. I am a member of the Antivan Crows, brought here for the sole purpose of slaying any surviving Grey Wardens. Which I have failed at, sadly.

Warden: I'm rather happy you failed.

Zevran: So would I be, in your shoes. For me, however, it sets a rather poor precedent, doesn't it? Getting captured by a target seems a tad detrimental to one's budding assassin career.

Warden: Too bad for you, then.

Zevran: Yes, it's true. Too bad for me.

Warden: What are the Antivan Crows?

Zevran: An order of assassins, of course. Out of Antiva. I suppose you wouldn't hear much of them out here, but where I come from we're rather infamous.

Warden: Not for being good assassins, I see.

Zevran: Oh, fine. Is that what you Fereldans do? Mock your prisoners? Such cruelty.

Warden: So you came all the way from Antiva?

Zevran: Not precisely. I was in the neighborhood when the offer came. The Crows get around, you see.

Warden: Who hired you to kill us?

Zevran: A rather taciturn fellow in the capital. Loghain, I think his name was? Yes, that's it.

Warden: Does that mean you're loyal to Loghain?

Zevran: I have no idea what his issues are with you. The usual, I imagine. You threaten his power, yes?

Zevran: Beyond that, no, I'm not loyal to him. I was contracted to perform a service.

Warden: And now that you've failed that service?

Zevran: Well, that's between Loghain and the Crows. And between the Crows and myself.

Warden: And between you and me?

Zevran: Isn't that what we're establishing now?

Warden: When were you to see him next?

Zevran: I wasn't. If I had succeeded, I would have returned home and the Crows would have informed your Loghain of the results... if he didn't already know.

Zevran: If I had failed, I would be dead. Or I should be, at least as far as the Crows are concerned. No need to see Loghain then.

Warden: If you had failed?

Zevran: What can I say? I am an eternal optimist.

Zevran: Although the chances of succeeding at this point seen a bit slim, don't they? Ha, ha. No, I don't suppose you'd find that funny, would you?

Warden: How much were you paid?

Zevran: I wasn't paid anything. The Crows, however, were paid quite handsomely. Or so I understand.

Zevran: Which does make me about as poor as a chantry mouse, come to think of it. Being an Antivan Crow isn't for the ambitious, to be perfectly honest.

Warden: Then why are you one?

Zevran: Well, aside form a distinct lack of ambition I suppose it's because I wasn't given much of a choice. The Crows bought me young. I was a bargain, too, or so I'm led to believe.

Zevran: But don't let my sad story influence you. The Crows aren't so bad. They keep one well supplied: Wine, women, men. Whatever you happen to fancy.

Zevran: Though the whole severance package is garbage, let me tell you. If you were considering joining, I'd really think twice about it.

Warden: Thanks. I'll take that under advisement.

Zevran: You seem like a bright fellow. I'm sure you've other options.

Warden: Why are you telling me all this?

Zevran: Why not? I wasn't paid for silence. Not that I offered it for sale, precisely.

Warden: Aren't you at least loyal to your employers?

Zevran: Loyalty is an interesting concept. If you wish, and you're done interrogating me, we can discuss it further.

Warden: I'm listening. Make it quick.

Zevran: Well, here's the thing. I failed to kill you, so my life is forfeit. That's how it works. If you don't kill me, the Crows will.

Zevran: Thing is, I like living. And you obviously are the sort to give the Crows pause. So let me serve you, instead.

Warden: Can I expect the same amount of loyalty from you?

Zevran: I happen to be a very loyal person. Up until the point where someone expects me to die for failing.

Zevran: That's not a fault, really, is it? I mean, unless you're the sort who would do the same thing. In which case I... don't come very well recommended, I suppose.

Warden: And what's to stop you from finishing the job later?

Zevran: To be completely honest, I was never given much of a choice regarding joining the Crows. They bought me on the slave market when I was a child.

Zevran: I think I've paid my worth back to them, plus tenfold. The only way out, however, is to sign up with someone they can't touch.

Zevran: Even if I did kill you now, they might kill me just on principle for failing the first time. Honestly, I'd rather take my chances with you.

Warden: Won't they come after you?

Zevran: Possibly. I happen to know their wily ways, however. I can protect myself, as well as you. Not that you seem to need much help.

Zevran: And if not.... well, it's not as if I had many alternatives to start with, is it?

Warden: What do you want in return?

Zevran: Well... let's see. Being allowed to live would be nice, and would make me marginally more useful to you.

Zevran: And somewhere down the line if you should decide that you no longer have need of me, then I go on my way. Until then, I am yours. Is that fair?

Warden: Why would I want your service?

Zevran: Why? Because I am skilled at many things, from fighting to stealth and picking locks.

Zevran: I could also warn you should the Antivan Crows attempt something more... sophisticated... now that my attempts have failed.

Zevran: I also know a great many jokes. Twelve massage techniques, six different card games? I do wonderful at parties, no?

Zevran: I could also stand around and look pretty, if you prefer. Warm your bed? Fend off unwanted suitors? No?

Warden: You must think I'm royally stupid.

Zevran: I think you're royally tough to kill. And utterly gorgeous.

Zevran: Not that I think you'll respond to simple flattery. I'm only hoping that you're the sort of fellow that takes a chance every now and again. Ha, ha. Yes?

Warden: Very well. I accept your offer.

Alistair: What?! You're taking the assassin with us now? Does that really seem like a good idea?

Warden: Don't worry about it. We could use him.

Alistair: Hmmm. All right, all right. I see your point.

Alistair: Still. If there was a sign that we were desperate, I think it just knocked on the door and said hello.

Morrigan: A fine plan. But I would examine your food and drink far more closely from now on, were I you.

Zevran: That's excellent advice for anyone.

Zevran: I hereby pledge my oath of loyalty to you, until such a time as you choose to release me from it. I am your man, without reservation... this I swear.

[strawbeebo]

~♡ Shio, Shoyu, Miso ♡~ [3/3]

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem! (She/Her) Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! the spoiler is implied in the anime already and I think is coming up this week’s episode or the next, however I still want to put a warning just so y’all know!

Words: 3.6K

Genre: Fluff

A/N: the final chapter is here! hope ya enjoy

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PART 1 | PART 2

When Fushiguro didn’t show up the following week, you didn’t pay much mind. The second week of his absence wasn’t that strange either. By the third, however, you were starting to wonder if maybe something happened, but your hopefulness filled your mind with assurances that he was probably just busy, maybe he had some sort of exams coming up or maybe he had just been too tired to make his way into town. Still, your hopefulness could only lift your spirits for so long and after a month of not seeing him, your mind couldn’t help but go to places of self doubt. Had you been too forward? You thought you had done a decent job of hiding your feelings, but maybe you weren’t so clever after all. Maybe he realized and got nervous and, not wanting to have to tell you off, decided it would be best to just cut your friendship short before things got awkward. Or maybe he just was never that interested in your friendship, or rather what you assumed was friendship. Maybe your lovesick mind was just filling in the blanks, putting meaning into every small smile he’d send you or every accidental touch even when he was nothing more than a polite customer. 

Another week and all you felt was embarrassment at the thought that you let your emotions get this out of hand. The two of you were barely friends, he was just a nice guy who made conversation with someone his age while getting a meal. There was nothing special, in fact you probably didn’t even really like him like that. Most of your friends were in relationships and it was making you a little bit of a hopeless romantic is all. You probably would’ve latched onto the first attractive person who gave you attention that could be perceived as romantic interest. Every part of your heart and mind were telling you that it was all just one thing or another, anything but a serious crush, and yet despite all that time and overthinking, eventually you had to admit defeat and throw up the white flag.

You liked Fushiguro. A lot. You loved his passion for his friends that he tried so hard to hide under a grumpy frown, you loved how he always seemed to put others first, you loved his goofy hair that he complained he could never get to lay flat, you loved everything about him to bits. However now it seemed like you had waited too long, decided to avoid the embarrassment of admitting to liking someone so much even though you hadn’t known him for long and now you were stuck with these feelings and didn’t even have the option to let them out. Another week passed and you had made one final decision: if you ever saw him again you were going to ask for his number and then ask him out. No if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. You thought your chances were slim of you seeing him again and even slimmer of him returning your feelings, but it was actually quite the opposite, the problem was that things for Fushiguro had just been...complicated.

He couldn’t even think of a way to explain the rollercoaster that had been his life lately, especially not to someone like you who knew nothing about what his life was really like. Hell, the past month and a half had moved so quickly even he was sure he had missed some of it. A few big fights were one thing, but losing Itadori after having the shit beat out of him by Sukuna was like getting hit with a ton of bricks. It didn’t feel real, it felt like a mistake, as if somehow he had dreamt up the whole thing. But it was real, he knew that from the look on Kugisaki’s face, and probably his own too, when they received the final news. He didn’t cry, hell he didn’t really know what to feel, and for a while you were gone from his thoughts just like everything else. He was moving on autopilot for a long time, only starting to get himself back on track when he was introduced to the second years once more as the two classes, or what remained of them, worked on some training for the upcoming challenge against Kyoto's students. 

It was then that thoughts of you slowly began to weasel their way back into his mind, only now he didn’t know where he was going with those thoughts and feelings. It made him feel a bit sick at first, or maybe he just felt guilty that despite losing his friend he couldn’t help but think about you amidst the aftermath, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it. At night when he’d try to fall asleep he’d think about Itadori and naturally his thoughts would drift to you. He’d tell himself that you probably couldn’t begin to understand his own self made hell that was his life and, even if you could, he wouldn’t want to drag you into something that could turn so dark in a matter of minutes. From there he moved on to convincing himself that maybe the two of you could just be friends and he could go back to how things were, but that just made him realize you’d be needing an explanation as to why Itadori wasn’t around anymore, plus he already tried to whole ‘acting like his feelings were strictly platonic’ thing and it never worked out once he was actually with you. So things stayed that way, with him having you on his mind whenever he would drift from thinking about school, but not actually doing anything about his situation. See, he thought he was getting back into a normal groove until once again his world was flipped over on its head.

Itadori was back. He was seemingly happier than ever and, y’know, without a giant hole in his chest. Not only that, but he had been back since only a few days after his ‘death’ and it was Gojō’s decision to keep him hidden until then. If Fushiguro could’ve, he would have beaten the ever living shit out of both of them, but there were more important things at hand so both he and Kugisaki were a bit forced to accept this new reality, act like they hadn’t been torn up by losing Itadori, and move on. And move on they did, and on and on and on. More unexpected turns of events, more fights, more questions and curses and all sorts of inexplicable things until finally, for a moment, they could breathe. And of course, just like any other time when his mental space wasn’t filled to the brim with more dangerous and serious matters, his mind drifted back to you.

 It had been about two months now since he had seen you, maybe more, and yet now he was more hesitant to visit you then he had been before. Itadori, however, was not, and he had a feeling it might be a good idea to pay you a visit without the company of his friends and that’s exactly what he did. The two of you talked for a bit as he ate, obviously not about the...odd events of his life, but there was one thing that even he couldn’t dismiss. First it was how excited you were to see him when he first walked in, then it was the look of disappointment on your face when you asked if Fushiguro was joining him and he said no. You tried to hide it, maybe you didn’t want him to feel bad that you were more looking forward to seeing Fushiguro rather than him, but he could tell regardless. You went on to explain that you hadn’t seen him in months and while you didn’t say how much you missed him or tell him anything about your revelation of your crush on his friend, he could tell that something was up. Still, you talked with him a bit more, wished him well, and he went on his way, practically making a beeline for Fushiguro’s room the second he got home.

His incessant knocking was more than enough to bring Fushiguro’s concentration on the book he was reading to a grinding halt and he could tell before even opening the door that it was probably Itadori. 

“What.” He asked, making zero effort to hide his annoyance as he opened the door to see his beaming friend.

“Guess what! I went and saw (Y/N)!”

Your name alone was enough to cause his eyes to widen and a wide range of questions and emotions to fly through his head. It wasn’t that he had forgotten about you, god knows that’s far from true, but he had sort of...pushed you back. Figured if he procrastinated or didn’t think about this one little issue for long enough that maybe it would go away, but Itadori just made sure that wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

“You what?”

“I said ‘I went and saw (Y/N)’! Do you need to get your hearing checked?”

“Why?” Was all he could ask, catching himself before he managed to ask his list of questions. Were you okay? Were you mad? Did you even care? Itadori simply gave a shrug in response, putting his hand under his chin as if he were thinking very hard on what he should say.

“Well I just figured it’s been a while since I’ve seen her, I like her a lot y’know, she seems cool.” He spoke, missing the way Fushiguro’s eye twitched at the notion of Itadori ‘liking her a lot’. “She seemed kinda sad too, she got real excited when I walked in, but seemed pretty disappointed when I told her you weren’t with me. She said she hasn’t seen you in months, what’s up with that man?”

For a moment his heart jumped at the prospect of you missing him, but then he was left with guilt just as quickly.

“We’ve been busy.” He muttered, already knowing that was partially bullshit. He had been busy before, but he had a good amount of recuperating free time over the past two weeks that he spent properly avoiding you and his feelings for you.

“I guess…” Itadori hummed. 

From their second or third visit to see you, he had a tiny suspicion that Fushiguro had taken a little bit of an interest in you, but judging by his reaction even he could guess that there was a significant amount more than just a ‘little’ interest.

“You should go see her.” He said, quite matter-of-factly, “I mean we’ve got some free time with it being summer and all. She’d probably like that a lot. Besides, you only live once right? Well- ok I guess that’s not right for me to say but you get what I mean.” 

Fushiguro rolled his eyes and gave him a short “Yeah.” in response and since Itadori had said all he really wanted to say, he gave him a goodbye shortly after that before making his way to his own room, leaving Fushiguro alone with his thoughts. He didn't want to get his hopes up as he tried to think this through without losing his head. Itadori said you seemed sad and that he only assumed you had missed him and if he knew Itadori, he knew he wasn’t always the best at reading the room. Besides, even if he was right and you really did want to see him, that didn’t mean you thought anything of him aside from being a friend, but then again, wasn’t that enough? Either way, hadn’t he been itching to see you and just avoiding it because he didn’t know what to say? He closed his door with a sigh before running a hand down his face with a groan. He still didn’t really know what he was doing or how to navigate his feelings for you, but he just wanted to see you, enough so that he was willing to forego his usual ‘think first and act second’ methods and simply decided that if time allowed it, he’d stop by to see you this weekend, which was exactly what you had been crossing your fingers for.

You had been halfway over the moon since Itadori paid you a visit and once again it seemed like you had forgotten your prior shortcomings, though it wasn’t really that you had forgotten, you had just sort of come to terms with the outcome. Even though you were a bit sad that Itadori had come alone, he didn’t mention Fushiguro having any ill will towards you and seemed equally surprised that he hadn’t visited you which made you think that at least he probably wasn’t upset with you in any way. Granted if he wasn’t upset with you and he didn’t not like you, that left you not really knowing why he had been gone for so long, but with Itadori coming in it gave you high hopes that you could either ask him about Fushiguro or Fushiguro would come in on his own. You hadn’t backed down from your promise to yourself and now you actually felt less nervous about the prospect of confessing. You felt like even if he didn’t return your feelings, having him around as a friend would be just fine for you, though while your spirits were up in comparison to how they had been, his had dropped to the bottom of his stomach.

He made it all this way, which really wasn’t that far from home or anything, but now that he was standing just out of view of the restaurant windows, he was having a bit of trouble getting his legs to keep going. He had practically been repeating ‘the outcome doesn’t really matter’ as a mantra to himself the last couple days and his whole walk here, but now he realized the outcome did matter to him. A lot. He only thought it didn’t matter because he figured if you rejected him there was no way you’d want to flat out cut him off entirely, but now he was worried staying strictly friends would be so much worse. Could he really push his feelings down just like that? If he wasn’t able to stop his feelings for you, would you be able to tell? Would that push you to stop contact? He knew the only way to find out was to see for himself, but his heart was currently trying very hard to just say ‘fuck it’, turn around, and save himself the possible heartbreak, but his resolve to do so was cut short and all it took was hearing his name.

“Fushiguro?”

You had gone outside to set up a little sign announcing some new menu options when out of the corner of your eyes you saw him, standing about ten feet away from the entrance with furrowed brows as he glared down at his feet. You couldn’t help the grin that bloomed on your face as you closed the distance between the two of you, stopping a few feet in front of him as his eyes finally snapped up to meet yours. If your heart could have burst with joy it surely would have, meanwhile his was hammering in his chest like there was no tomorrow. He heard you speaking, asking him where he had been and explaining your worry that he’d never come back, but it felt like your words were going in one ear and out the other as he simply stared at you.

“Am I losing you? Sorry it’s just-... actually I can talk your ear off while you eat.” You laughed nervously, trying to keep your composure and act like you weren’t bursting at the seams with intent to confess.

 “Anyways, what’s it going to be for you today? Salt, soy, or-“

“Actually, I wanted to ask for your number.”

His jaw clenched as he realized what he had just said without even thinking. He wanted to backtrack, to make some excuse, say he misspoke, but he knew this was his last chance so despite the look of sudden shock on your face he decided to keep going.

“I just- I thought it was kind of weird. That I don’t have your number yet, I mean.” 

Your face flickered with confusion and for a second he felt sick to his stomach. He was mentally stumbling over himself, suddenly not sure what the hell he was doing as he could feel redness creeping up his skin all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“And uh,-“ C’mon brain, please just give him at least a few more moments of functionality before crapping out on him. “Damnit, this is so stupid….do you think maybe you’d want to go out with me some time?”

He muttered part of that at himself, but you really didn’t care. All you could feel were the butterflies erupting in your stomach and the heat warming your cheeks even more than the setting summer sun had.

“...You mean like here?” You muttered, almost immediately mentally smacking yourself a second after the words left your lips. It was like your brain just had to make sure this was real and what he was asking of you wasn’t just some misunderstanding.

“What? No- I mean, I guess it could be? I was thinking more like...getting ice cream or something...together.”

Now he was avoiding your eyes, one hand nervously rubbing at the back of his neck and his cheeks ablaze with color. A moment passed and his heart began to sink and he was fully prepared to turn his ass around and strongly ignore any questions about where he had gone, but it was the sound of your laughter that kept him from doing so and instead brought his eyes back up to meet yours.

“Sorry, I’m laughing at myself, not you.” You said with a smile so big you had to bite your inner cheek in an attempt to make yourself look less thrilled. “I’m kinda jealous, I’ve been working myself up to ask you the same thing all week y’know. You kinda stole my thunder.”

He blinked, his brain taking a moment to process that you were accepting his offer- no, not even just that, but you had been wanting to ask him? Suddenly he felt even more guilty for avoiding you, then he just felt plain stupid for not asking you sooner.

“I’m…sorry about that.” He replied, eyes still a bit wide as his brain continued to mull over what was happening. “And about not coming by sooner. I’ve been busy...and I had some stuff going on.”

“Oh, that’s ok.” You responded, your giddiness only ceasing for a moment. “Honestly I was pretty worried about you, but I figured if you felt comfortable explaining then you would. But if not that’s fine too I’m just...really glad I got to see you again.”

“Yeah, same here.”

The conversation between the two of you quieted and you were left simply staring at one another, a mix of apprehension and excitement brewing inside both of you, but before more words could be exchanged the two of you were interrupted by your mother opening the shop door and yelling at you to come back inside.

“Ahh, ok so- How about I get you something to eat first and then we can figure out where we’re going to go, huh?” You asked with a shaky laugh and a nervous smile that for some reason made him feel like he could finally let out the breath he had been holding for what felt like ages as he gave you a short nod and followed you inside. 

All these worries about what would or could happen and yet here you were, just like always. Talking happily over food, though of course this time the conversation was a bit different as you discussed the different places you both liked trying to decide where to go as if you both knew it didn’t really matter where because the feelings were already there even before you had your first date planned. Your smile still made his heart skip a beat and the feeling of his eyes on yours still made your skin feel warm, but now it felt better without needless excuses or worries.

It felt like the two of you spent hours together over one bowl of ramen and when it finally was time to say goodbye, you both felt comforted in the known fact that it wasn’t permanent and that you weren’t leaving each other dissatisfied. Sure there was no knowing the future, hell he hadn’t even been five minutes away from you before new thoughts and concerns about where this was going entered his head, but it only took one look at the small slip of notebook paper he held in his hand with your name, number, and a small heart scribbled onto it to remind him that for once, he really didn’t care about the possible negative outcomes because he knew one thing for sure. For you, he was willing to take the risk, to take the good along with the bad and let himself be happy for once and if that’s what you wanted too, he was more than happy to let this story that started with an option between salt, soy, and miso ramen play out for as long as it possibly could and, if he was lucky, maybe, just maybe, that story would never have to end.

[tatertotthethot]

The Doms Next Door 2.0

THIS IS A TEMPORARY REUPLOAD FOR THIS CHAPTER CUZ TUMBLR IS RAN BY A BUNCH OF BOTS. 2.1 HERE

Warnings/AN: frequent, casually cursing; comical, gay Jimin; insecure reader; steamy flirting; tattoo/sexualized Tae 🙃. Enjoy~ (TAEKOOK EDIT ABOVE IS ARTKOOK DONE BY NONCONMAN ON INSTAGRAM)

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Your tires came to a stop outside of the tattoo shop you've seen online— a brick building, covered in spray paint and street-style art. A sign buzzed over the awning of the entrance doors, with the built-in UV lights and graffiti-styled font displaying the name of the place in neon-red letters. Kink For Ink! The name alone was what first caught your attention last week, when you Googled "Tattoo shops near me" and it pulled up a list, with "Kink For Ink" being the first option. It just seemed so uncanny and fitting at the time, considering the previous run-in you just had with the sex-crazed neighbors a couple nights before. You couldn't help but to click the link to their Instagram.

A profile came up with 53.4k followers, which immediately blew your mind... but you quickly saw why. Every tattoo and piercing, no matter the body-placement, skin-type, or quirky design, was vividly appealing— certainly done by the articulate hands of certified experts. Even in the comments of the piercings that were posted, people were praising them for the "minimal" amount of pain they experienced, despite the fact that some of piercings were done in places you couldn't even fathom the thought of having a needle jammed through.

It said in the bio that the shop is owned by the two artists that work there— Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. You couldn't find out much about them, all their pictures showed was their work. You even went back to search for a personal account of their own, but nothing came up. You then went back to the bio and clicked a link to the official website, hoping to find out something, but you were met with a disclaimer rule at the top that automatically deemed your chances of even getting your piece done by them, slim-to-none.

• No walk-ins allowed.

• Every request/idea must be sent in through the DMs of our Instagram page. You will only be accepted only if it spikes our personal interests.

Yikes; You were instantly discouraged by this. The piece you wanted was something so common and cliché, that you actually got the image out of a child's coloring book.... It was the cartoon layout of the glass vase and enchanted rose, from the Beauty and the Beast movie. Cheesy, yes. But it was something of personal, nostalgic value. You remember when you were little— roughly around 3 or 4 years of age— when your parents started fighting and would spend all day screaming and throwing things at each other, putting you in a constant state of anxiety. But then you'd go to bed at night and pop the VHS tape, and the movie never failed to put you in a peaceful state of mind— a hopeful one. It's remained as your all-time favorite love story throughout the years. Which, is ironic, considering that the relationship itself was different, but almost as dysfunctional as your parent's. However, the fact that even the Beast was capable of change, and everything wound up so perfect and happy in the end, makes your heart happy. And even now, at age 19, it still puts you in your feelings. The previous remake of a movie is what actually inspired you to get the enchanted rose as a tattoo, after seeing it in 3D not too long ago. But you're only willing to shell out up to $200 for it, at most. You've just started college, and even though Jimin's parents own the house and let the two of you live there, rent free, you're still responsible for half the utility bills from month to month. Blowing every bit of money you have saved up, right at the start of the semester, would just be irresponsible. But $200 was manageable, and you're looking for anything that'll give you a little extra "oomph" to break you out of this introverted shell you've always known. Pushing it off would just delay it, and you were ready for change. The nose piercing you want is just a small little thing that'll hopefully add a bit of flare to the features of your face. These two guys could probably do the piercing/tattoo with a blindfold on and a hand tied behind their back. So, if it meant that you'd be able to get these things done in confidence, without having to worry about the outcome, you figured it wouldn't hurt for you to at least ask, even if they straight-up ignore you. So, after spending an unnecessary amount of time overthinking the wording of your text, you finally constructed a message in your notes and DM'd it to business page, after sending them a small, simple outline of the cartoony rose, and pressed send.

• You: Hello! I've been wanting to get this tattoo done for a very while now, and was hoping one of you will be willing to do it for me... along with piercing my nose? I know it's a very mediocre and cliché piece, and a nose piercing can be done anywhere. But I'm new to the area and I've never gotten a tattoo/piercing done before and I haven't really checked out any other places either because I found this page first. And from what I can see, you guys are pretty efficient and CRAZY talented. So, I trust it'll get done right.... only if you want to! I'm willing to pay $200 for this, but if it costs that much for just the outline I've sent then that's fine as well. But I understand if neither of you want to do it cuz that is really cheap compared to the ones I've seen lol. But either way, thx for ur time 😁

A few minutes went by and you had just unlocked your phone to check the message again, when the word "seen" popped below the message. You held your breath for a second— but seconds turned to minutes, and time went by with no reply, what-so-ever. You figured maybe you sounded a little too immature to take seriously; kind of like a prepubescent 12-year-old asking someone out for a dance... and you blew it. Which was disappointing, but predictable. So fuck it. Maybe it's a sign; you shouldn't get it after all.

11pm rolled around, many hours later. You were now hiding beneath your covers, beginning your "amateur threesome" exploration on PornHub. You were ready to see what this whole "2 guys, 1 girl" thing was all about. But just when you were about to type it into the search bar, you were interrupted by an Instagram notification dropping down from the top of your screen.

"KinkForInk sent you a message."

You audibly gasped, eyes turning to saucers as you clicked on the notif and switched over to the Instagram app.

• KinkForInk: Hi (Y/N). This is Tae, one of the artists of the shop. The tattoo you sent in is worth roughly $100... but I want to run an offer by you in hopes that you'll be interested.

— Your brows scrunched in oddity, stomach fluttering. An offer? For you?

• You: Okay, sure. What's that?

• KinkForInk: I've been looking for someone willing to showcase the custom design I've come up with, specifically for a much more... exclusive version of the Beauty and the Beast tattoo you sent. And if you'd be down for letting me and my partner put it on you, it'll be free. No charge. BUT you'll also have to sign a contract saying that you'll do a little bit of modeling for us once it's done. You think you'd be in to doing something like that, even if you get it?

— Your head spun for a second, reading the message over and over again until you could fully wrap your mind around what he was saying.

• You: Hold on... YOU wanna put a tattoo on ME so that I model for you? And it's FREE? Are you sure about this? I'm not even model material lol.

• KinkForInk: Yes, yes, and yes, you are. You'd be perfect for this.

• You: How do know that? Is it a face tattoo? Cuz I only have 6 selfies on here and you can't see anything past my shoulders.

—"Seen" came up as soon as you hit send, but a couple of minutes rolled by with no reply to the message, nor was he even typing. Maybe you came off a little rude. But it was already sketchy and it was a logical question.

— An image suddenly popped up: a screenshot of your Facebook profile. Then another— and much to your horror, it was the photo Jimin tagged you in last week, when the two of you were swimming at a local community pool. You were wearing a simple two piece, sitting at the foot of the lawn chair Jimin was also sitting in, as his legs were visible on either side of you and his lap was practically framing your ass. The photo was at an upward angle and looked so scandalous— but really, you had just asked Jimin to put sun screen on your back and he didn't want to stand up because the pavement was too hot against his bare feet. But you actually liked the picture at the time; it was just a silly joke and your ass actually looked quite nice from that angle. Plus, everyone knows nothing sexual actually goes on between the two of you, for obvious reasons. But Taehyung doesn't, so you couldn't help but dreadfully cringe when you saw the caption of the screen shot.

"Babymama 💦🍆"

• KinkForInk: Is this you??

• You: Yes, that's me. The caption is a joke tho... pay no mind to that. But this is like, really happening? You really think it'd look good on me?

— Why that picture though? You couldn't help but wonder.

• KinkForInk: Yes. Like I said, you're perfect for this piece. Are you down to at least see what the tattoo will look like? We don't expect you to be experienced with modeling or anything, but if you listen to us and cooperate, you'll do just fine.

• You: Yes I wanna see, and I'll do the best I can if I decide to get it... I'm just a bit shy, is all.

• KinkForInk: You'll be in good hands. I promise.

• You: Okay... are you going to show me??

• KinkForInk: Can't send it over a message, I don't want it plagiarized or the concept stolen. But the piece itself isn't necessarily crazy or anything, just more creative. I'd be more than happy to show you at my shop some day this week, if you'd be willing to swing by.

• You: Yeah, I can do that. When should I come?

• KinkForInk: Are you available after 5 tomorrow?

• You: I am, I get off at 4:30.

• KinkForInk: Great. Be here by 5:30, and make sure you've eaten in case you like the piece and wanna get started. It's pretty big for a first timer and gonna take a lot of time and patience. It'll have to be done in sessions but I hope you have a fair enough pain tolerance to at least get the outline of it done first.

— It can't be any worse than a bikini wax, you thought, shivering at the memory. That a story for another time. You decided on an alternative scenario.

• You: I give blood from time to time... but that's easy and doesn't really hurt that much. I think I can handle it though... maybe. I honestly don't know lol, I'm sorry 😣. But I can try my best. Can I ask where it's supposed to go?

• KinkForInk: That's okay, I'll work with you. It's supposed to go down the middle of your back. Starts between the center of your shoulder blades, and trails down the length of your spine to your lower lumbar. You'll see how it looks once we transfer a template on your back. But if you don't like it, there will be no hard feelings from my end. I can still do the tattoo you want if that's the case, free of charge just for your time.

• You: Oh no, you don't have to do that! I'd still pay!

• KinkForInk: Not if I don't accept your money. Trust me, I'm not worried about it. The nose piercing is gonna be $30 regardless, though. JK isn't so lenient.

• You: Of course. Will I have to take my shirt and bra off for the tattoo?

• KinkForInk: Yes, and for the pictures once it's done.

— Your mind blanked at that; thumbs froze over the keypad. He was typing again.

• KinkForInk: Don't let that discourage you. Again, you're in good hands. You can bring something to cover your chest. And the pics will be if your back as well.

• You: Okay, I can handle that. So 5:30 tomorrow?

• KinkForInk: Yes, please don't flake on us!

• You: Lol, I won't. I'll be there.

"They're gonna knock us the fuck out and sell our organs to the black market," Jimin declared. He had parked next to you outside of the shop, and was now sitting in the driver seat of his car with his door locked and windows all the way up, refusing to get out. You were standing right outside his door, still having to talk on the phone. "And is this Tae-guy an AllState representative or something?"

Jimin is petty. You wanted him here for moral support— which he's usually reliable for— but this time, he's just plain salty right and doing everything he can to remind you of that. Reason is, he's been begging you to get a matching tattoo with him ever since your 18th birthday, and you've always refused because of what he wanted to get.

Cupcakes. Jimin wanted to get matching cupcake tattoos... in honor of Cupcakke the legend. Sorry, but H E L L no.

You rolled your eyes, growing frustrated. He only has enough time to pop in and confirm that these two aren't gonna kill you, and then he's gotta head home to get ready for work. You were already supposed to be in there. It was 5:33pm, 3 minutes past the time.

"Jimin, you're the one that insisted on coming along! And now you're making me late!" you ranted. "I'm going in without you."

"Hold your horses, hoe! I'm finishing my blueberry slushie," He retorted, sassily bringing the straw to his mouth and loudly slurping it into the phone. He then abruptly flinched away from the straw with a disgusted expression, nostrils flared, body locking up; lips drawing into an air-tight knot that was so extreme and unnatural, it caused an ugly snort to break out of your nose.

He smacked his lips in exaggeration to the taste, face falling back into stone as an eyebrow arched over the top of his aviators; unamused and saltier than before... Like you were at fault for that, too.

"Or... Blueberry-ass, I should say."

That forced another giggle out of you as Jimin stiffly rolled his window down, phone still pressed to his ear and eyes still scowling at you behind the inspector shades. He bit down on the straw and withdrew it with his teeth before dumping the dark-blue contents of the drink out of the window, making it a point to shake the styrofoam cup empty of every drop before tossing it over his shoulder and into back seat. He then spat the straw out of his mouth with an audible "PLUUUUH!" of a French accent, and waited until the window rolled all the way up again, just so he could hang up the phone. You scoffed at this as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, scornfully watching Jimin exit the car and slam the door behind him. He snatched his glasses off his face as his cotton-candy hair swayed in the breeze, revealing his scornful eyes right back at you as he gestured for you to lead the way in exasperated manner— as if you were the one wasting his time now.

"Go on, lead us to the grave," He shooed, a snippy little shit. You sauntered away, walking up the side of the shop, then paused just before reaching the glass entrance door, when you remembered how much of a coward you are. You've never even stepped into a parlor before, and supposedly, this was a famous one. Which makes it more and more surreal when you think about it.

"Are we doing the mannequin challenge now? Is that what we're doing?" Jimin sardonically inquired.

"You go first, I'm nervous!" You whisper-hissed.

"You don't want me to go in there first— I'll show out," he reasoned, simply stating a fact.

"Please don't," you whined.

"Then, again, I'll show out?" He reiterated, as if to say duh. "How else am I supposed to break the ice? I look like Timmy Turner's Fairy-Gay- Parent."

You gave him a wary look... he's right. You sighed, slightly kicking your foot in distracted defeat. Fuck, you hated making an entrance to new places—

"Hold up— is that Drake?" Jimin suddenly blurted, holding his hand up to silence you. You honed in on the muffled track playing from behind the glass door, and Jimin's face soon light up like a Christmas tree before he spun around you, unstoppable.

"Jimin, NO—!"

"KIKI, DO YOU LOVE ME—?!"

It was already too late. The door was flying back behind him as he Milly-Rocked his way into the shop, leaving you no choice but the chase in behind him.

"—ARE YOU RIDING? SAY YOU'LL NEVA-EVA LEAVE FROM BESIDE ME— hello there."

You were panting, coming to a stop right behind Jimin, where you instantly latched on to the back of his shirt as you met the face of the man behind the studio counter. And, as corny as this is gonna sound: the world actually stilled for a solid beat... or maybe you were in the verge of cardiac arrest.

A pair of glossy-Black eyes looked up at the two of you; A series of silver-studded earrings trailed along the outer cartilages, peaking out beneath a head of soft, layer-swept hair. It was a Carmel-tinted blonde in color— thick and shaggy, and neatly spilling in waves around a headband that proudly sported a high-dollar brand-name you've never seen anyone wear in person before. G U C C I, it read— Meaning that the headband alone was probably worth more than some of your college text books, put together. It sat just a few inches above a pair of dark brows, that oddly brought out the shape of his cat-like eyes— irises like polished marbles. His ample lips had a sharp, well-defined Cupid's-bow, and a natural shade of pink that fit the porcelain appearance of his melanin-kissed complexion, to the finest degree.

And here you are, looking like an actual bum. You had just enough time to clock out of work and head straight over here to make it in time. You didn't even have any makeup on, and the only thing hiding your raggedy hair from those captivating eyes is your old baseball cap from high school. It took a second for him to take the bold presence that was Park Jimin— who was also frozen to the spot as he openly checked the guy out. He was hunched over the counter, a v-neck hoodie covering the rest of him with a thin, loose-fitting material. It was Black and allowed a full visual of his tan neck, and prominent collar bones. And it certainly didn't hide the fact that he had a pair of wide-set shoulders, either. A pencil sat in his hand— one that was laced with masculine veins, and lot of decorative ink. There was a silver ring on his thumb.. and a very heavy-looking Rolex watch.

The man cracked a grin at Jimin— a boxy one that dimpled in at the corners.

"Love the hair," he humorously began, twisting a quirky eyebrow at Jimin. You subconsciously snagged the bill of your hat as your eyes went a little wide at how mature the man's voice was.

"Love the watch," Jimin retorted, then reached around and gripped you by the wrist before pulling you into full view beside him. "You wouldn't happen to be Taehyung...?"

"Mhm," the man hummed, absentmindedly moving his wrist at the mention of his watch. His eyes cut over to you, and you swore you could see a minuscule reflection of yourself in his eyes, before they flashed back at Jimin and blinked. "You must be the babydaddy?"

Blood rushes to your ears. It's really him... a guy who looks like a high-dollar model himself, asking you to be his canvas model. Your own conscious didn't even know what to say right now. So you stayed quiet and still as Jimin took charge... which was a mistake.

"She wishes, but no. I'm the best-friend— and a gay one, at that," Jimin replied, and you knew he did that for his benefit. Thot. "I'm just here to make sure you're not gonna sacrifice her to Satan, or anything of that nature. I need her around in case I ever forget the Netflix password."

Taehyung chuckled at that, mouth opening to reveal a row of teeth shinier than Chip Skylark's. But then, you caught something behind his teeth that caused your gut to leap. A silver ball... a tongue ring. Your thoughts clouded over for a second.

"Well, I can assure you, she's safe with me," he said, looking over at you again. You blinked, nothing more. His brow arched at your lack of response, but this time, it was done more handsomely as he was still smirking at you. "Still, you don't look too thrilled to be here... You sure you wanna do this?"

"She's just nervous because you're really fucking hot," Jimin announced, unyielding. "You should feel how sweaty her hand is."

"Don't listen to him— I'm gay too," You lied in panic, trying to defend yourself from the absolute truth Jimin spoke just then. You snatched your hand away from him and jutted a finger at the door, eyes beading and lid twitching as your nerves ran amuck. "Goodbye, Jimin."

"She's a lonesome hetero," Jimin told Taehyung, assuring him with a face that showed no bluff. "One look at her camera roll, and you'd see for yourself—" You were yanking him away by the arm now, in a tug-of-war game that Jimin obviously could've won if he really wanted to. But he figured you suffered enough and eventually let you drag him out of the shop, waving bye to Taehyung before turning to look at you with beading eyes.

"I think he wants to fuck you— text me as soon as you can," Jimin uttered with unmoving lips as before he walked to his car. You stopped for a second, noticing he was actually being serious. How could he possibly think that he wants to fuck you, just from that small encounter? And what is the odd sensation currently coiling in your stomach? Things grew awkward again when you re-entered the shop, coming to a stand at the same spot... only alone now. He was still amused, it seemed. And so calm and cool despite this odd, intense look in his eyes. It gave him a Casanova effect, where all he had to do was give you that look and it'd instantly make you blush.

"He seems like a fun person to be around," he noted, somewhat honestly, but more so making fun of the red-hot appearance of your face.

"He's a pain in the ass," you muttered, trying to conjure up a smirk but hardly even able to speak properly from how dry your mouth was. It felt like there was a white-hot iron expanding in your throat. "I'm really sorry about him."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're here— thought you'd chicken out." You nervously wiped your clammy palms over the back pockets of your jeans as Taehyung got up from the barstool behind the counter and approached you on the other side of it, a whole head-and-a-half taller than you. He was wearing black cardigan jeans and matching combat boots.. his headband and jewelry the only thing not black on him. And oddly enough, he made it look fucking fantastic.

"Mh-mm," You hummed, not trusting your voice. You've never needed a sip of water so bad in your life— he even smelled expensive.

"Well, It's very nice to meet you," he formerly began, and you mustered up the normality of placing your (dried) hand into his much larger one, as he held his out to you in greeting. And boy, was he close. So close that the heels of your spine itches to lean back from the proximity.

"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm really sorry if I'm acting weird. I'm just nervous." — Your mind struggled to stay focused on your words, arm tensing at the skin-to-skin contact. You were extra-effected by the firmness in his grip. You really wanted to look down at all the bold ink you saw dashing across the veiny surface of his tanned hand, or see if those were images or scripted letters on the knuckles of lengthy fingers... But you were held captive by those God-blessed eyes... And that fucking tongue ring. It was infecting your head in ways that weren't necessarily healthy for your current state of mind, as you saw it peering in and out at certain words.

"And physically shaking," Taehyung pointed out, brows twitching down at your trembling hand in his as if he was concerned for it. But his smirk gave off an odd sense of fascination to the involuntary symptom, like it was cute or something? Hm. He glanced back up at you, causing your dehydrated throat to bob as his other hand came to clasp over the rest of yours, swallowing it completely from the wrist down. "Intimidated?"

"V-Very," you spluttered, a small slither of saliva copulating down your throat as you looked back up at him. He absentmindedly rolled his tongue ring over the button row of his teeth as he watched you with tainted eyes— undoubtably getting cocky with that damn grin of his and proudly teasing you about your reaction to him. It gratified the effortless sex-appeal he had. You were even beginning to imagine that tongue ring elsewhere, and you literally just met him. Then, as you felt the band of a ring move along with the pad of his thumb as gently ran it across your trembly knuckles, chills shot up all the way to your shoulder. Oh... oh wow. You glanced down at his knuckles on reflex this time, and saw a four-letter word scripted in black ink across the bottom row of his knuckles, and another word scripted on the middle section of his fingers. A silver band on his naked thumb. STAY TRUE, it said.

"And why's that?"

"I.. feel like you're a celebrity," you sheepishly admitted, your other hand wedging into your back pocket as you had to stop yourself from reaching for the bill of your hat again. Is he flirting? The words seem too innocent for the way he was making you feel. It was getting so hot in the oven of his massive palms, and he wasn't even squeezing you hard enough to cut off any circulation, but yet your fingers were beginning to tingle.

"Mm, no. Just a little popular, really," he granted, teetering his head a little as he pondered the thought. You could see his vocal chords contract in his sleek neck as they project his smooth, pungent voice. "You still trust me?"

"Mhm," was all you could muster. He'd gotten even closer, to where his hand had gone into a prayer stance around yours. You were aware of how wide your eyes had gone from the awe you... you knew this was just the beginning. He was going to be very handsy throughout this whole process. But in a very twisted way, you were more than okay with that. Even if it meant you were at risk of fainting from actual dehydration. Maybe you were in over your head. But you couldn't will yourself away from this now. And then, just as a wide, heart-stopping smile edged out on that mind-numbingly handsome face, the door at that back of the room swung open, and heavy-metal rock blasted through the quiet vibe of the scenery and caused you to jump a little at the disturbance. Taehyung shot a wicked smile over his shoulder, and his next words nearly knocked you out right then and there as you beheld yet another, breathtaking sight.

"Oh, there you are," Tae eagerly acknowledged, one hand still holding yours as he walked around to grab your with the other, presenting you to the.. hulking presence in the room. "This is (Y/N), our next little experiment."

[snacc-noir]

Unseal and Reveal

You may remember @jattendschaton‘s amazing idea for Chat and Lb writing their identities in envelopes for emergency reasons, then I added, what if Nathalie finds it hidden in Adrien’s room and assumes it was attached to a romantic gift, leading them to think Marinette was his girlfriend and confronting Adrien about it-

and yes it was a while ago and yes it’s been written but I couldn’t not write a dramatic addition myself, so now with permission from the idea op, i will present basically the crack version 

( @hermionemonica @lady-charinette @aremmen @laadychat y’all got it but you’re getting it again)

-

Her idea sounds affable at the start.

Notice: her idea.

Ladybug’s.

(He’s just putting that out there before anything starts.)

The new guardian is pacing on rooftops, pen smartly rolling between fingers even though she’s focussed on nothing of it. She’s mulling, debating, as if they hadn’t agreed to this lawed debauchery five minutes ago. It’s not even bad, he knows, and although the thrill has set a kind of buzz under his skin, Chat’s not exactly worried.  

He never is, is he?

The paper smiles at him where he’s relaxing, the paper that will soon have her name. There’s an odd temptation to put the untouched stack in his mouth. Maybe he’s tired of waiting, or maybe he just really wants the paper. Maybe it’s a cat thing.  

“And we can’t let anyone see the envelopes.”

“Well, duh,” he says, as if he’s sure that’s not going to happen.

“Hide it. Keep it safe, don’t, uh, don’t open it unless—”

“You trust me, right M’lady?”

Her hand crunches the pen. A sigh. “More than anyone.”

She’s nervous, of course; no one is supposed to know either of their identities, and here they are planning to materialise them. But it’s for the best, they reason, with her being guardian and having no one to know who she is in case of a dire emergency.

Emergency, he reminds himself. Only in an emergency. In fact, it’s likely for nothing. He doesn’t want there to be an emergency, and he doesn’t want that to be how he finds her identity, but he also doesn’t want to never know the name sealed in the scarlet envelope.

When she finally sits, she scribbles on the pink paper, guarding even the movement of her hands by hiked knees. Chat takes time writing his message, dotting smiles and pictures when she’s already up to licking the paper as if the more salvia guarantees more seal.

Reluctantly, she passes it.

-

The first week, Adrien glances at the spot behind his CD rack at least twice a day.

Three months, then four, and he’s slim to completely forgetting he has access to the love of his life’s identity – the best superhero in Paris, the most beautiful and competent woman in the world, the—

“Adrien. Your father requests a serious discussion in the atrium.”

And her identity is especially forgotten the afternoon he realises his may be on the line.

-

Nathalie finds a red letter in the masked cabinet of Adrien’s CD shelf two minutes after believing this whole “catch why Adrien’s disappearing” thing would uncover nothing. When designing the Agreste mansion, it seems Gabriel’s request for secretive spots in his future offspring’s room to catch them hiding admonishments in later years succeeded in the very end.  

Because this is far too suspicious not to take back.

A pink note inside, a scrawl of a feminine name within hearts. Addressed, “to the best partner ever”, and alarmingly cryptic. No other message. Possibly, it could’ve attached to a romantic gift.  

Gabriel Agreste knows exactly what it means.

-

“Adrien.”

His voice is ice as always. His face is unreadable as always – though Adrien’s found guessing “disappointed” proves correct eighty percent of the time. So although the poor boy is dying for some indication that his father has not found out he is Chat Noir, there is nothing to pick up from the scene: Gabriel’s passive, and Nathalie, as always, stands a bit off with a face almost the same – like a sibling that’s ratted another out and is mirroring the scolding authority, even to the way her arms are behind her.  

Adrien swallows.

“Fathe—”

“How long did you believe you could keep your impractical relationship with Marinette Dupain-Cheng from members of this household?”

Uh…

…

Um.

Frankly, Adrien’s never been more confused in his life.

Excuse him,

But what?!

Adrien’s alarmed, squinting, and even the hounding worries pause to make sure they’ve heard right as Nathalie pulls her hand into view.

Marinette. Relationship. Him. No mention of Chat Noir.

Yeah… what?

“What do y—”

His eyes leap. Nathalie’s hand.

The envelope.

The envelope.

Red, unsealed, and far too familiar.

Adrien stills.

“I don’t tolerate this insulting feign ignorance. Explain this immediately.”

“Explain…”

How his mouth even does that baffles him – not like he could physically be any more baffled, but if he could, any words that could manage out his gaping face would’ve increased his puzzlement.

Marinette.

Marinette.

Marinette.

The Dupain-Cheng Marinette.

Her name was already bouncing in his head the second his father phrased an incredulous question that implied he’s dating her—his sweet and adorable and talented good friend—but you know, now—

Now.

Well, now he kind of wishes he is.

Identity. Ladybug. Envelope. Marinette.

The card is faced so he can read the confirmation of his last suspicions. He’s too close to pretend it’s too blurry to read, even to himself, so the startlement of his eyes catch every, single, scribble – every word, every letter, every heart.

‘To the best partner ever.’

And beside a dash, trying to look like the smallest signage ever, is franticly scrawled,

‘Marinette Dupain-Cheng.’

Oh no.

“Why do you appear happy?”

Happy? Uh, no, no! This is awful.

“I’m not happy.”  

“You’re clearly smiling.”

He totally isn’t.

“I’m not!”

“Adrien, you seem on the verge of tears.”

He stifles a fist on his mouth. “What?”

“You seem like you’re about to burst,” Nathalie probes.

His father runs him over with a cold look. “Amused, Adrien? Is this matter pleasing you?”

No way! This– This is terrible.  

Atrocious even! He knows Ladybug’s identity!  

“I’m devastated,” he says, eyes wet and grin hurting.

Ladybug’s identity.

His fist hurts his mouth. A small noise fissures behind his hands.

“Did you– Did you just squeal?”

“Absolutely not!”  

This is, truly, the worst news.

“Enough of these games, Adrien! You have disobeyed your authorities with all this tomfoolery and damaged how you excel in your extracurriculars. This secret affair is to be terminated, unless you can explain. If you can even recover this, that i—are you crying?”

To be fair, he didn’t mean to break down in sobs, but you know he feels no one can blame him understanding all that is happening right now. Plus, it’s more a dignified silent weeping (if you ignore how he’s practically vibrating) amongst muted chokes.

“I’m not, Father.” He wipes his face, hoping it takes his grin off too. (It doesn’t. Nothing can.) “Continue.”

Gabriel clears his throat. Nathalie’s still holding the note, not sure what to do with Adrien, whether it be… no, comforting’s never been an option.  

“Can you reason this affiliation?”

“That I’m dating Marinette?”

Gabriel nods, his face souring.

Adrien realises that, although there’s technically many things he can do and say, he doesn’t have a clue what. His options seem… pretty inexistent. So he narrows his criteria down:

1. He has to say he’s dating Marinette.

(Pretty easy, that wishful lie is already established.)

2. He must make sure he stays dating Marinette.

But then he realises he’s freaking Chat Noir and lying to save identities is pretty much most of job.  

“She tutors me. Ever since you were disappointed in my A- in Maths, she’s helped me in most subjects so I wouldn’t drop grades in them as well, so we started hanging out more and, well one thing lead to another…” He rubs his neck. “She makes me happy, Father. I was falling behind because I haven’t been too happy since Mum left, and Marinette, she, well,”

He beams, shiny-eyed and damp-cheeked. “She’s made me feel happy again.”

Ha, not even his Grinch-of-a-dad can say no to that.

Reason, sentiment, hitting the soft spot with mum? – yeah, that was good.

His father’s gaze is calculating, and if emotion ever touches him, it may have flickered in his eyebrows, but it smooths like steal.  

Nathalie glances at her boss.

“Is that so?” Gabriel muses. “I… can see what even the mention of her can bring you to. This must have been… some gift attached.” The way he gives him a once-over should make Adrien feel embarrassed, not chuffed, but it does.  

Gabriel thinks for seconds longer. The space in the Agreste atrium burns with tense anticipation that stretches Adrien’s sense of time.  

His father steps down and places a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“Continue to the tutoring if it picks up your grades. But monitor how much you sneak around, and try not to let schoolwork distract you from extracurriculars too much.”

And just like that, Gabriel Agreste is—

“One more thing. Nathalie, book me an appointment. I see it that Marinette Dupain-Cheng will soon be attending a dinner.”

–Causing Adrien more problems.

Thaaaat’s right. Proving the lie. With Marinette.

With Ladybug.

With Marinette!

“Eeep!”

Nathalie jolts her gaze to him, panic set in her flamed eyes as he stares back awkwardly.  

“I’ll– I’ll go call her.”

After he screams a million times, of course.  

[hopeshoodie]

Because we don't have a male MC on Love Island. The only things that would change in this game with male MC would be some challenges that would have another point of view and the beginning, where in fact, women would choose you, but you would choose, to make your choice you just react positively or negatively when one of them looks at you.

Ok so unpopular opinion but I kind of get where Fusebox is coming from with the 'only having female MC options'- a lot of their story is gender-based, so the branching with your suggestion of 'sticking with the boys' or 'going with the girls' would get out of control quickly. And a male MC option doubles the amount of character art needed to be made for the MC. They probably are looking at the cost/reward model and thinking 'our demographic is women anyways, so what's the point'.

So while it's shitty, it's understandable. Some compromises that Fusebox could do would be:

Allowing players to go by they/them pronouns (although they already good up the Lis pronouns constantly with glitches so I don't have a whole lot of hope)

Giving players 3+ body types to choose from when customizing MC. I’m picturing a slim/flat chest, their current MC design, and then a plus sized design, but obviously more body types is always better. That way we can have a fat MC or a more masculine coded MC. I get that they still have to adjust the swimsuits for all the body types, but this would be less onerous that creating a whole other wardrobe for a male MC.

Making all LIs bi. No more of the ‘CAUTION: Nicky and Seb are not endgame but we’re going to leave you guessing about Viv, Elladine, and Iona’ or the ‘you only unlock female LIs by romancing one specific character’. They should just give you an option to view all the endgame routes in the first episode and explicitly state all the characters, male or otherwise, that aren’t endgame (and also an option not to so if you don’t want to spoil it you have that choice). And then female LIs should be unlocked at different times like the male ones are, dependent on if you say in the beginning you’re interested in them (instead of dependent on romancing Talia or Marisol).

You run into the same problems with things like 'girls day out' and casa amor, and I'm not really sure what a good solution is. Maybe trying to make an inclusive, diverse game out of a deeply sexist and shallow tv show has some challenges LMAO

[writingpaperghost]

There is a Me Who Can Become Strong (Chapter 15)

Chapter 15: New Challengers Appear!

In an embarrassing turn of events, Yuko get's infected, but for some reason, Nico can't damaged Revol! And even more so, Ex-Aid appears with a new form!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32857183/chapters/83508598

Yuko stares at the dark blue Gashat sitting on Nico’s desk. Nico was elsewhere in the clinic, probably bugging Taiga. Logically, Yuko should go find her, since Nico was why Yuko was here in the first place but… She can’t pry her eyes away from the Gashat. The thing that over and over again allowed Nico to put herself in danger, and for what? At first it was just a rematch, just a petty desire to make up for a single loss six years ago. And now… Now it was to solve a mystery, a mystery that had already gotten at least one person killed.

Nico was arguably pretty good when it came to her… computer skills, but she wasn’t so good that Yuko could be confident that she would get caught sooner or later. Normally, Yuko wouldn’t be too concerned, if only because Nico wouldn’t be hacking into anything dangerous, but this time was different. This time, even Yuko had come to learn that whatever secrets lurked in Gemn Corp, whatever reasoning the president had for hiding so much, for having a connection to a group like the Next Genome Institute, it had to be dangerous. If Nico got caught, she would be in big trouble.

Obviously, Yuko was just being a concerned friend, realizing that her friend may not understand just what she’s messing with. Although, a part of it was probably because Yuko felt some degree of responsibility that Nico was getting involved in all this. Firstly, she’d been the one to teach Nico how to hack, so whatever Nico did with those skills, Yuko was at least tangentially responsible for. Secondly, she was the one who had told Nico about the possibility of Genius Gamer M being a pediatrics intern at Seito, though she’d only been hoping to get Nico to quit being so obsessed about it. Thirdly, Yuko had been the one to tell Nico about Game Disease and the CR, mostly just to explain what Nico had saw that day that Para-DX first appeared. Fourthly, Yuko explained perhaps a bit too much about Game Disease and the CR, prompting Nico to somehow become a Rider herself (Yuko was still a bit confused on the how).

So perhaps, Yuko felt a bit responsible for Nico being in so much danger, and thusly wanted to do whatever she could to get Nico outof danger. That was turning out harder than she thought, given Nico was stubbornly ignoring all common sense. Nico was plenty smart, sure, but she was stubborn and prone to getting a bit too obsessed with things. With winning, with solving the mystery… Yuko wanted to get her out of this trouble, but has quickly ran out of options.

Of course… Perhaps a little more of an… underhanded solution has revealed itself. While the Gamer Driver was what let Riders use the Gashats to transform, given Nico only had Bang Bang Shooting as a Gashat that let her transform, if she didn’t have that… Then she could be Snipe and couldn’t put herself in danger.

It wasn’t a foolproof plan, nor was it a very good one… But it was better than nothing. So she swipes the Gashat off the desk, shoving it into her pocket. While she’d come to try to pester Nico about quitting all this again, it may be better if she doesn’t let Nico know she was here. Give Yuko a little more time before Nico realizes that she might have been the one to take it. Ideally, Nico wouldn’t know that it was Yuko, but the chances of that occurring were slim.

As casually as Yuko walked in, she walked out, the Bang Bang Shooting Gashat barely weighing down her pocket.

She’s well on her way back home when she bumps into someone. The young man is easily knocked down in a blur of pink. Yuko, being not a rude person – for the most part – is about to apologize when she recognizes the person. The same hair, the same clothing – the face was harder to make out but… It was the same as that one sort of blurry photo that Nico had on her stalker board, the one she swore was a different person than the rest.

Yuko normally has really good self-control – well sometimes – but right at that moment was not one of the times she did. Without even realizing it, she blurts out, “You’re the one on Nico’s stalker board!”

The man looks at her with wide eyes, startled by her proclamation. Whether because of what she actually said, or just because it was loud was unclear. “Hu-huh?” He stutters, scrambling to get back on his feet, “What-what are you talking about?”

It then occurred to Yuko that perhaps blurting out something like that wasn’t the best idea. Or a good idea at all. But it was too late now to do anything about that, so she’d just have to roll with it. Instead, she holds her hand out and offers to help him up, telling him, “Sorry, sorry, forget I said anything.”

Eyeing her hand hesitantly, the man doesn’t take it, instead continuing to get up on his own. He doesn’t seem to mean any ill will, at the very least. Then his eye catches something and he’s now staring intensely at her pocket. “Is that…?” Yuko realizes that it was the pocket the Gashat was in. The man reaches forward, “That’s Snipe’s-”

At the same time that the man grabs the Gashat from her pocket, Yuko grabs it too. Now it’s held up in between the two of them. The man seems startled while Yuko just glares, “Who are you?”

The man attempts to take a step back, but doesn’t let go of the Gashat, proving the movement ineffective. A worried look appeared on his face, “Are you-are you one of Snipe’s… friends or-or something?” He definitely seems startled, “Why do-do you have the Bang Bang Shooting Gashat?”

That was enough to tell Yuko that whoever this is, he probably wasn’t someone she should trust. Not to mention how much like Emu he looked. It was visible in the photos, but uncanny here. If she didn’t know any better, she’d assume they were the same person. Still, she couldn’t keep with this pathetic game of tug-a-war, especially not with something like this on the line.

Yuko kicks her leg out, hitting the man in the knee and causing him to fall. He doesn’t quite lose his grip, not until he hits the ground, which is enough to through off Yuko’s balance. While she manages to maintain her grip on the Gashat, she too falls. That’s fine, she can take the falling. The problem was, when she fell, she accidently pressed the button to activate the Gashat.

Bang Bang Shooting!

Fuck.

The man stares for a moment, before scrambling up and running off. Yuko’s about to follow him when she gasped. Glitching, just a bit but… She recalled what she’d read about the Gashats and what happens when someone tries to use them without the compatibility surgery. She’d just gotten infected with Game Disease.

And it was technically her fault. Now the logical thing would be to head back to Taiga’s clinic and ask him and Nico for help, but Yuko wasn’t going to do that. Because the more obvious option, and the one least likely to have her running into Nico, would be to report this to the CR and hope that Nico doesn’t catch wind of it.

---

As it turned out, for all the precision that Emu had developed playing games, that degree of precision did not apply to even practicing surgical procedures. Which did not bode well for his surgery internship. With more patience than some people would have, Saki went through the process with Emu a few more times, before they’re interrupted by the CR receiving a call.

Saki has a surgery, so it’s just Emu and Asuna heading to the location. When they arrive, Emu’s surprised to see a familiar face, “Yuko?”

Asuna looked between the two, “You know her?”

“She’s a friend of Nico’s…” Like she knew her name was being said, Nico arrives.

“Yuko, what the hell?” She grumbles, then notices Emu and Asuna, “What are you two doing here?”

Emu’s almost hesitant to answer, seeing how annoyed Nico seemed. Thankfully, Asuna answered fearlessly, “We received a call about a Game Disease case,”

Startled, Nico looked between the two and Yuko. She groaned, “Yuko… What did you do!?”

Yuko just huffed in response, “It’s not like I was trying too!” She gestures, revealing the Bang Bang Shooting Gashat in her hand. “But that other guy from your stalker board, the one you say isn’t M, showed up and… you know what never mind.” Emu pointedly didn’t think too hard about what Yuko might have been referring too when she mentioned a ‘stalker board’ nor did he think too much about any of the implications of what she said. Mostly because he wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

“Are you kidding me? That was so stupid… and give that back!” Nico snatches the Gashat out of Yuko’s hands, “Honestly, what were you thinking?”

“Maybe I was thinking I didn’t want you to get yourself killed!”

“Well look who just got herself infected!”

Just as Asuna and Emu were about to attempt to intervene, Yuko gasps and a Bugster begins to emerge from her. Nico takes a few steps back, then Revol appears. Preparing to fight, Nico takes out her Gamer Driver plus the Jet Combat Gashat. Following in kind, Emu pulls out the Perfect Puzzle/Knockout Fighter Gashat.

Bang Bang Shooting!

Jet Combat!

Perfect Puzzle!

Jet! Jet! In the sky! Jet! Jet! Jet Combat!

Dual Up! Get the glory in the chain, Perfect Puzzle!

Nico’s closest to Revol and wastes no time in attempting to attack him, firing several blasts from the Gashacon Magnum. Only, they missed him. Not that the attacks were wildly off aim or something, but when they landed where they were supposed to, they were declared a miss.

“What the-?” Nico gasps. Revol summons a bunch of grunts, prompting Nico to try to shoot them. Only for those attacks to miss, too. She kicks one. Miss. “Why the hell can’t I hit them?”

As much as Emu wants to think about that, there’s too many Bugsters around, grunts or not, to give it too much thought at the moment. So he focuses his attention to trying to thin them out, so he can try to fight Revol. It would be easier if Nico were able to help, but he’d just have to do his best.

Taddle Quest!

DoReMiFa Beat!

Do-Do-DoReMiFa-So-La-Ti-Do! Ok! DoReMiFa Beat!

Arriving right on time and slashing a group of the Bugsters is Saki. She notices Nico’s annoyed stance, now at the edge of the fight, “Why isn’t she helping?”

“Whenever she tries it misses,”

Before anyone else can say something, a voice calls out, “Still using that game, Para-DX?” A sparing glance off to the side shows that Kuroto’s arrived, seeming smug. “I’ll still destroy those games.” Dangerous Zombie Gashat in hand, Kuroto transforms.

Dangerous Zombie!

Buggle Up! Danger! Danger! (Genocide!) Death the crisis! Dangerous Zombie!

As much as Emu would love to fight him, his attention is better used elsewhere. Instead, Nico steps towards, Gemn. “Sorry, Para-DX is busy right now…” It was likely, that if one could see her face, her expression would be something of a smirk. It was actually a frown, because she was worried about everything that was going on. Not that anyone could see that. “So you’ll just have to settle for me, huh, Gemn?

While Emu and Saki continued to fight the Bugsters that Revol had summoned, attempting to use their critical strikes to get rid of more of them, Nico struggled to keep up against Gemn. Not only was she attempting to fight him when most of her skills worked best from afar, but she was outmatched to begin with. Still, she utilized the jetpack that Jet Combat gave her to try to put some distance between the two of them.

It was clear that Gemn would much rather be fighting Emu, but Nico wasn’t going to just let him get the drop on Emu. She also noticed that Revol was sort of just standing there, not fighting anyone. It made sense, since Emu and Saki were preoccupied with the grunts. Thankfully, Asuna had gotten Yuko out of there pretty quickly, so at least no one had to worry about that.

Finally, Gemn grabs Revol and they leave, just as Saki and Emu finish fighting the grunts. The three cancel their transformations. It’s clear that Nico’s annoyed while Emu just looks concerned.

Looking at Nico, Saki asks, “So why couldn’t you fight the Bugsters?”

“I don’t know!” Nico groaned, “Whenever I tried it just didn’t do anything!”

Emu runs a hand through his hair, “I wonder why…?” He thinks for a moment, before shaking his head, “So, Nico, how did Yuko become infected?”

This only prompted Nico to groan again, “Because Yuko, the dumbass she is, took my Gashat when I wasn’t there and ran off with it. One way or another she must have activated it…”

“And it triggered her infection,” Saki finished, crossing her arms, “But why did she take the Gashat?”

“Probably to try to keep me from being Snipe,” Nico scoffed, shoving her hands in her pockets, “Yuko’s been against it since she realized I was a Rider. Keeps trying to dissuade me, so we’ve probably just reached the point where she’s started to get more underhanded about it.”

Saki sighed, “Have you tried talking to her about it?”

Nico rolled her eyes, “Obviously,” She then grumbles after, “She’s just so stubborn.” Emu thinks that the stubbornness might go both ways, but doesn’t comment about it.

Instead, he says, “Asuna’s probably taken her back to the CR,”

“Cool,” Nico says, “She’s your problem now. I doubt she’d even trust me to try to deal with this, even if I could.” With that, Nico walks off, seeming plenty annoyed.

---

“Nico better not be trying to fight that thing,” Yuko huffed, glaring at Emu. “I swear if she does-”

Emu was just trying to get her to calm down a bit, “Nico will be fine, I promise,” He says, “You should just focus on relaxing and recovering, we’ll deal with the Bugster.”

Yuko doesn’t look entirely convinced, but rolls her eyes with a huff. Deciding that they’re not getting much more out of her, Emu returns to Asuna. Hopefully they could figure something out, like why Nico couldn’t affect the Bugsters suddenly.

Asuna taps her chin, “Maybe it’s because she’s so worried about Nico and doesn’t want her fighting?”

“Do you think that would effect Nico’s ability to fight the Bugsters?”

“Since they’re connected to their host, I don’t see why not…” If Asuna was right, then this entire attempt at defeating Revol again was going to be a lot harder. Not that he should really be surprised by that. Since when was dealing with Bugsters easy? Dealing with himself wasn’t easy, sometimes.

As he and Asuna threw around a few more ideas, Saki arrives, walking in and sitting down across from Emu. She stares at him for a moment, before asking, “Emu, I know this is odd, but, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you decide to become a doctor?”

He stares at her for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to say it. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to respond with the truth, even if he was planning to tell her about being a Bugster soon. Saying it was any variation of “Because Emu wanted to” and that he wanted to fulfill his dream felt like an answer she wouldn’t approve of. He wasn’t sure why he cared whether or not she approved of his reasoning, but he took that into account when trying to come up with an answer anyway. Finally, he says, “Well… Doctor Kyotaro inspired me, obviously.”

That alone was clearly not enough to satisfy Saki, “That’s not what I meant,” She responds, “You could have stayed as a professional Gamer. You were doing well and you’d have certainly continued to do well.”

How to answer that part? “Uh, well, yeah, I could have,” He agrees, “But after my last tournament, where I played Nico… Well I spent all day and all night for a few days before preparing. I guess I overworked myself because afterwards I passed out…”

A flash of what he’d woken up to comes to him. The room filled with odd equipment and the scientists on the floor, writhing and glitching. Realizing he was alone now, for the first time ever, and fleeing, scared. His determination to realize Emu’s dream… “I guess I had a dream, I think it was of… a surgery? Maybe Doctor Kyotaro’s surgery when I was eight.” He fiddles with the end of his coat for a moment, “I decided then I needed to focus on my studies.”

It certainly sounded like an odd answer, but hopefully it was enough for Saki. And it seemed it was, given she just nodded and didn’t question further. Emu’s reminded that he should probably just tell Saki about being a Bugster, but after that story, it felt wrong. That, and the fact that Yuko had just gotten infected and honestly that felt like it should be a bigger priority.

---

“Kuroto,” Mu started, staring at Kuroto, who was typing away at his keyboard, sitting comfortably at his desk. “How long are you going to be obsessed with destroying Para-DX’s new Gashat?”

Pausing from his work, for a moment, Kuroto looks up, “It’s an illegal game, not created by me,” He answers, “So I won’t stop until it’s destroyed.”

Mu blinks, “That sounds like overkill,” He picks up his game for a moment, stares at it, then sets it back down. “I mean, Kuroto, you’re not the only one who can make games.”

Kuroto scoffed, “That’s not the point. I’m the only one who can make Gashats.”

While Mu thinks it’s silly that Kuroto is being so serious and dramatic about this, he decides that there’s no point in continuing to push the subject. Instead, he chooses to ask about something else, something that he’s been looking forward to, “How’s that Gashat coming along, then? You said you had a really good idea for it.”

Proudly, Kuroto quickly types a little more, then hits the enter key. He grabs the Gashat out and presents it to Mu. What used to be a dull grey was now bright orange and cyan Gashat. “It’s much stronger than what Para-DX has, even.”

Mu grabs the Gashat, examines it for a moment, then looks up at Kuroto once more, “Stronger? Really?”

“Of course, Para-DX’s is only Level 20,”

“Then what’s this?”

Kuroto smiles proudly and declares, “Level 50.”

---

Emu and Saki are looking for Nico, hoping to find her in case Asuna’s theory about what might be stressing Yuko is true. Of course, they have a pretty good idea as to where Nico is, which leads them to Taiga’s clinic.

There’s something odd on Saki’s expression as they walk through, and Emu’s reminded that they know each other. Taiga was obviously the same one acting as Snipe during Zero Day, so Emu could assume they met then, when Hiro had been infected, but judging by how Saki reacted around him during the incident with Pac-Man, he doesn’t think that’s it. Not entirely at least.

They don’t find Nico, not first, instead they find Taiga, who sits at his desk and is doing something on his computer. Emu’s about to call out, when Saki just enters the room and says, “Taiga, is Nico here or do we need to look somewhere else?” It seems like she’s being oddly short with him.

Taiga grumbled a bit before answering, “Yeah, she’s in the room she took over,” He looks over at the two of them, “Why’s the brat moping anyway?”

Emu wasn’t sure whether Nico might actually be moping, or if Taiga was just exaggerating. “That’s a bit harsh,” He said, “But she’s probably upset she can’t help Yuko.”

Rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to his computer, Taiga just responds, “Serves the two of them right,” He then adds, “Her room’s hard to miss. All colorful and decorative and what not.”

Saki stares at him for a moment, before finally asking, “Taiga, what happened to you?”

“You know the answer,”

“But why?”

“’Fatal medical malpractice’,” He answers in a mocking tone, “I know that either Kagami or Dan told you the story.”

Emu’s not sure he should be hearing this conversation now, it seems a bit more private than most, but he’s also not sure he should leave. So he awkwardly stands there as the two continue to talk. Saki didn’t look like she quite believed what Taiga said.

She takes a step towards him, “We both know that’s not what happened,” She insisted, “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to find out years later, when I finally came back? Were you even going to tell me at all?”

He hesitates to respond to her questions, looking rather conflicted. Eventually, he sighed and said, “I didn’t tell you because it was right as you were about to go to America,” He looked at her once more, “If you knew, you would have stayed and try to protest it.”

“Damn right I would have,” Saki huffed, “You should have told me.”

“I was planning to tell you once you got back, I figured you’d find out one way or another anyway,” Taiga just shrugged, “But I knew your goal. If you knew you would have stayed and wasted an opportunity because of me.”

“Um,” Emu finally speaks up, drawing the two’s attention and probably reminding them he was there, “Maybe I should just go find Nico myself and you two can keep talking?”

Saki sighed, “No, no, I think we’re done anyway,” She steps away and heads towards the door, “Let’s find Nico.”

Finding Nico wasn’t exactly hard, Taiga was right in that her room was easy to find. Though to be fair, they caught her just as she was leaving it. She pauses and stares at the two of them.

“What are you two doing here?” Nico huffed. For a moment, Emu thinks that her and Taiga sometimes acted really similarly. But then he chases the thought out of his mind.

“We think it’s possible that Revol might attack you,” Saki answers.

In response, Nico crosses her arms, “Why? Because I can’t fight him?”

“Because we think something happening to you might stress Yuko,” Emu responds, “I know you probably don’t like it-”

“Damn right I don’t,”

“-But I think it’s better to err on the side of caution.”

Which was how they spent at least an hour following Nico around as she went about her day, mostly just on her way to visit an arcade and go buy some things from a store or two. It was boring, but that was good. They also hadn’t gotten any reports that Revol had attacked anywhere or that Yuko’s infection had flared.

It almost seemed as if their hunch was wrong, which would be fine, though they’d have to come up with something else. At least, until Nico looked behind them, for a moment, and groaned.

“Looks like we’ve got some company,” At Nico’s words, Saki and Emu turn around, greeted with Kuroto and Ex-Aid, followed by Revol behind them.

Kuroto has a cruel smirk on his face, “Ready for your bootleg to be destroyed, Para-DX?”

Emu doesn’t see the point in responding, instead fishing the Drago Knight Hunter Z Gashat out of his pocket and handing it to Saki. Saki looks at it for a moment, before nodding. Nico and Saki pulled out their Gamer Drivers and Gashats, while Emu pulled out his own Gashat.

Ex-Aid and Kuroto follow in kind, but Emu can’t help but notice that Ex-Aid has a different Gashat than normal. A new one they’ve never seen before, cyan on one side and orange on the other.

Taddle Quest!

Bang Bang Shooting!

Drago Knight Hunter Z!

Knockout Fighter!

Do-Do-Drago Kni-Kni-Kni-Knight! Dra! Dra! Drago Knight Hunter! Z! Brave! Snipe!

Glancing at Kuroto, Ex-Aid cheerfully says, “I guess you wanna fight Para-DX, right?”

“Those games must be destroyed,” Kuroto answered, serious in a way that contrasted greatly with Ex-Aid’s current attitude.

“Then I’ll take Snipe and Brave,” Ex-Aid activates his new Gashat with excitement.

Mighty Brothers XX!

Level Up! Mighty! Brothers! Futari de hitori! Mighty! Brothers! Futari de victory! X!

Choosing an entirely different character off of the character select screen, Ex-Aid is now in what looks like a Level 1 form, his colors now cyan and orange. Kuroto follows behind in transforming, taking Level X.

Emu had no choice to focus his attention on fighting Kuroto, leaving Saki and Nico to deal with Ex-Aid.

---

Using Mighty Brothers XX was… well it felt different, at least. As is, it was certainly stronger than Brave and Snipe combined, even with the two using Drago Knight Hunter Z. Though that did hurt Mu a bit, using his own best friend’s Gashat against him. Though some part of him seethed in anger that the ones who killed Graphite dare use the power of his Gashat.

With Lazer gone… There was only Brave, Snipe, and Para-DX. The Riders were already close to being outnumbered in a fight, he wondered how they might fair if they were to become even smaller in number…

No, bad Mu. No thoughts like that, killing is bad. Even trying to beat someone up really intensely so they can’t cause problems later is bad. Doctors don’t so much as hurt people, let alone kill them. He was trying to help people, and hurt as few as possible as little as possible in the process.

Even using only half of this Gashat’s total power, he would be able to defeat them with relative ease. But Mu wanted to see what all this Gashat was capable of. So he would know later, when it may be necessary.

Which was why, after dodging out of the way of Brave’s sword, he flips the lever on his Gamer Driver. Snipe and Brave take a step back, clearly unsure of what to expect.

Double Up! Ore ga omae de! Omae ga ore de! We are! Mighty Mighty Brothers! Double X!

Mu was startled, at first, because Kuroto hadn’t really told him what to expect. Which meant he certainly wasn’t expecting to suddenly have a double. Colored orange, Mu imagined he was probably cyan. Snipe and Brave looked on, startled. Right, well, Mu was a bit startled too, but he wasn’t going to let them know that.

He realizes he’s holding some sort of sword/axe, larger than his Gashacon Breaker to be sure. He points it at the two, “Are you ready to fight Kamen Rider Ex-Aid, Level 50?”

Running at the two, he notices that the other him did the same. Though while Mu focused on Snipe, the other one went after Brave. After a moment, he thought about how it would probably be better for him to face Brave, who also had a close-range weapon. Snipe could be dealt with easily without a weapon, since her Gashacon Magnum wouldn’t be super effective this close.

In a blink, Mu realizes the Gashacon Keyslasher was no longer in his hand and he was suddenly facing Brave, dodging out of the way of one of her attacks. He realized that the one facing Snipe was cyan, which meant he must be the orange one now. Because that made sense… Now if only he had the Gashacon Keyslasher.

Then he comes up with an idea, switching back to being the cyan one. He throws his sword over to the orange one, then switches to orange. He catches it and swings at Brave, “There!” He laughed, “Now I’m getting the hang of it!”

To be honest, he didn’t feel as bad about it as he probably should have. Maybe he was still a bit more upset about what happened to Graphite than he’d thought. Not that it mattered, they wouldn’t last much longer.

---

Emu catches Saki and Nico’s fight with Ex-Aid out of the corner of his eye, seeing as Ex-Aid knocks them out of their transformation. Then, Gemn knocks him back, his Gashat clattering to the ground.

Though Gemn stalked forward, the now no longer transformed Ex-Aid bounds up to him, out of breath. He’s rubbing his temple slightly with one hand and swaying a bit on his feet. He reaches for Gemn’s arm.

“Kuroto,” Ex-Aid says quietly, “Kuroto I’m not… I’m not feeling too good…”

Gemn’s head snaps towards Ex-Aid, he stares for a moment, glancing back at Emu, before removing his Gashat from his Buggle Driver. He puts a hand on Ex-Aid’s shoulder, guiding him off. “Let’s go, then,” He looks over at Revol, “That’s all for today.”

Emu’s not exactly sure what to think, but he’s thankful regardless. Gemn was really giving him some trouble, strangely. Maybe he was too distracted. Not to mention, Gemn got one good hit on his side. It’d heal quickly, but he’d have to keep Saki from noticing.

“Are you two okay?” He called, making his way over to Nico and Saki.

With a grunt, Nico brought herself off, wincing slightly as she stretched, “Yeah, guess so,” Saki stands up beside her as she continues, “Ex-Aid’s way stronger now.”

“He said he was Level 50,” Saki frowned, “We could barely even try to keep up.”

Emu sighed, “We’ll have to figure out a way to deal with that, I guess.”

Saki watches him, “Yes,” She nods, then notices his side, “You’re hurt.”

He moves his hand, and shrugs, “Not really,”

“I saw you get hit, you must be hurt,” She insisted, “Emu, let’s get you back to the CR and we’ll take care of it.”

“It’s really not that bad,” He tries to protest, though Saki grabs his wrist and drags him back towards the hospital. Nico follows, though he can only imagine why.

Once they returned to the CR, Saki begins to take out the bandages, only for Emu to say once more, “Saki, really, I’m not all that hurt-”

“Sit,” She cuts him off, “Let me take care of it.”

“But-!”

She pulls his shirt up, exposing his side, which was mostly undamaged, though glitching. Saki stares for a moment, before quietly saying his name, “Emu…”

Frantically, Emu stands and says, “Saki, I can explain-” Grabbing her Gamescope, Saki holds it up, like she’s about to scan him. Emu continues, “It’s not actually that complicated, you see, well, i’mabugster!”

Startled, Saki lowers the Gamescope for a moment and stares at him, “What was that?”

Emu is too nervous though, too afraid of the possibility of Saki being disappointed or something. He’s not entirely sure what the problem is, but he just knows he can’t stay here right now. So he leaves. Teleporting away.

Saki gasped, “What-?! Where did he…?”

Nico sighed, “He’s a Bugster, Saki,”

“What?” Saki looks at her, “A… Bugster?”

“Yeah, he’s the Bugster of the real Emu Hojo,” Nico wished that she didn’t have to be the one to explain this, but since Emu just fled, it looked like she had to be. “Has been for a while now. He’s been pretending to be Emu for six years, since his host… died.”

All Saki could do was stare, “Oh,” She said, “Oh. And that’s why he doesn’t use a Gamer Driver,”

“And why he was able to complete that Gashat and give it data,” Nico nods, “I think he was afraid of telling you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Nico just shrugged, “He wasn’t really clear. Yesterday, when Taiga, Yuko, and I found out, he said he’d tell you today. Otherwise, Taiga would have told you.”

Saki considers that for a moment, “Okay,” She says slowly, “…I don’t know what to do now.”

Nico glances over to the window that looks into the patient room, then back at Saki, “Rest, I guess. None of us are going to be able to cure Yuko like this.”

“I suppose,” Despite her words, Saki still seemed bugged by something.

Sighing, Nico decides she might as well be a good person and try to figure out what’s wrong, “Alright, Brave, what’s up? It’s not just M being a Bugster, clearly.”

Startled, Saki looks at her, frowns slightly, then shakes her head, “I’m… not really sure, I guess. I’m just… I’m wondering if being a Bugster is all Emu’s been keeping from us.”

At that admission, Nico just blinks, “I don’t think so,” She tells Saki, “I think, if he’s keeping anything else, it’s either not intentionally, or he just doesn’t realize it’s something we might need to know.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Listen, all I can tell you is that Kiriya was the first to find out, he told me but I didn’t know for sure,” There was one other thing Nico wanted to tell Saki, though, “But here’s the thing. According to Kiriya, M said that his host was infected sixteen years ago.”

Saki gasped, “Sixteen years? That would make him…”

“The first known Bugster,” Nico finished, nodding, “I think he’s special, Brave, I just don’t think he realizes it.”

Nico makes her way to the stairs, “I’ll leave you, gotta go back and see Taiga, but… You should probably talk with Emu tomorrow.”

[meaningofmotorsport]

Is this Hamilton’s last F1 contract?

Ever since the dust settled, following the season finale in Abu Dhabi last December, the situation of Lewis Hamilton’s contract has been the focal point of most F1 discussions. Having been held off for so long, seemingly due to Lewis not wishing to demand millions whilst the world was in turmoil, it was pushed back further as both Lewis and Toto caught the virus. Yet in the end it was eventually signed, with Hamilton continuing with the team for this year, and making the commitment alongside Mercedes to aid the fight for equality.

So, after people spent months talking about a possible last minute retirement from the sport by Lewis, why has him signing a further extension with the team, not alleviated this storm of speculation? And is it possible this year could be his last hurrah; in a sport he has conquered so well in recent years?

To understand why the new contract is so significant, you have to look at his history of F1 contracts. When he joined McLaren back in 2007, it was on a one year deal, understandable for a rookie in a top team. Then when he outperformed what anyone expected from him that year, Ron Dennis quickly signed a huge long term deal with him for six years, till the end of 2012. We know what happened next of course, after all the early success, McLaren could not give Lewis another championship winning car, and he grew frustrated and decided to leave the team.

The move to Mercedes was questionable at the time, although now it looks perfect, but most importantly, during his time at the team until last year, he signed two, three year deals followed by two further years, all of which were done in plenty of time to avoid any panicking. There is already one key note there, the reason the last one was just two years, is because 2021 was due to be the complete rules and regulations revamp in F1, where even Mercedes could consider their position in the sport, so we can’t take too much notice of that.

This means that, other than his rookie year, this single year deal is somewhat of an outlier, and now that Mercedes has committed to F1 for the next few years, can’t be overlooked. The most logical conclusion is that Hamilton wants to assess what the new cars are like in 2022, to see if he likes how they drive, and would wish to stay in the sport to do so. Whilst this seems harmless on some levels, it shows that he doesn’t have complete devotion to the sport, and to drive in the sport long term, which is not surprising given he is now 36. We haven’t seen him do this for previous regulation changes, in 2014 or 2017, and I know that this one coming up is bigger than those in some ways, but it does make you wonder where his mind is at.

So, is this it for Lewis? I would say more likely not, although I would not be at all surprised if he does leave. If we think about Hamilton’s mindset, he knows he is in the best team, and able to win titles if he executes at the high level he has been doing, so why would you give that up now. Even if he wins his eighth this year, I would want to push for a ninth to make the bar even higher for those chasing me, and really put yourself in a class of one, and as much as he denies thinking about titles and records, he will do when he thinks of his future and legacy in the sport. Plus, if Mercedes are able to keep the momentum into 2022, it would really be something to see them hold off the challengers through another rule change, and I am sure Lewis would want to be a part of that, and show he can win whilst driving so many different eras of F1 car.

On the flip side, he has so much else going on in his life, and seems to be loving trying new things, and there may come a point where he would rather do more new things, than stay in the monotony of F1. Also, F1 is not good for his public image as an environmentalist, even with everything that the sport is doing to be kinder on the world. Another thing is, he seems to be talking more and more about family and having grandkids, which suggests he wants to start a new family, we don’t know much about his personal life, but the fact that it seems to have stayed away during his racing career, makes me think he would retire before building one up, and he can’t wait too long to do that.

If we now consider Mercedes, and who they want in their team, you can’t get much better than a seven time champion, who is a global icon, and almost certainly brings many sponsors to the team. On top of that, he always gets the job done out on track as well as anyone else could, and most likely even better. The only slight consideration the team should make is for the future, they know how important Russell is, and how well he can do, so they need to do all they can to not lose him, but otherwise they will be 100% behind Lewis!

The chances of Hamilton racing elsewhere are slim, he only seems to have eyes for F1, and Mercedes is the best team you can get in F1 currently, so why look elsewhere. However, if you want  a hot take out of nowhere, Hamilton’s image in F1 has been hurt slightly by the dominance of the last few years, so to allow him to leave on a high, why not bring an historic British F1 team from the back of the grid to the front. As that would never likely happen, another option is, go back to where his F1 career started, a team already on the up, and get them back to where they should be!

Whether the new contract is signalling the end of an incredible career, or is leaving people barking up the wrong tree, it is an exciting time for F1, one where many changes are on the horizon, let’s just see if we get more than some are expecting!

-M

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Hello! I was thinking about this lately . Since the beginning of quarantine period, BTS has stated that they'll stay connected to fans by having Vlive sessions to keep the fans 'happy'. Then the popular ships such as Taekook, Namjin, Sope had their Vlive sessions. I'm thinking that they're having these lives knowing that thier fans would be happy seeing them, thus are fanservice. While other possible pairs who still yet to do their lives such as Jikook and Taejin are the real ones?

Hello! I was hesitating on publishing this ask because of the use of the word ‘fanservice’, while it’s not a bad thing it tends to have a negative connotation to many. While I do agree on your point and it makes sense, I’ll have to touch on the ‘fanservice’ part a little. 

So far we’ve had Minimoni, Namseok (ft. JK), Yoonjinmin, Taekook and Namjin. 2 are popular pairings while the other 3 are fun subunits. While these vlives are scripted and most probably decided by BH, their interactions are all as real as it gets and we are indeed very happy to see them. 

Yoongi does his radio FMs with all of them since that’s what he wants (eventually, Jimin and JK is left) so there’s no chance of introducing any ‘pairing bias’. On the other hand, Jikook has mentioned before that they’d rather not do a vlive together because they would end up paying attention to each other instead of the viewers, although they would still be able to do one together if they wished to, and they have done so before. 

While Taejin, has never ever had a vlive of just the both of them together. Only a minority of fandom (basically Taejinnies) would have noticed this so the ‘supply and demand’ isn’t there and we have no idea if they’ve been restricted based on their behaviour on past group vlives or they themselves don’t wish to. My suspicions is more on the first option, because as far as I can see, they’re both more than happy to spend time together whether on or off screen. Either way, Taejin doing a vlive together would mean lots of staring and grinning at each other like the dorks in love they are, cracking inside jokes that nobody but them understand and domestic touching like that new year’s vlive this year. (Or they could keep a distance and be awkward af while being overly self conscious of every single interaction) That said, I don’t know if we’ll ever get one, although the chances are as slim as 1%. If they did, it’d be scripted plus another member to make sure it doesn’t get too questionable. 

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

I’m Being Serious | Tony Stark

Pairing: Tony Stark x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1,533 words.

Request: i am afraid to ask ive been having a bad time lately with body image. i was wondering if you could write me a tony stark story of him trying to convince his fiancee that just cuz shes bigger than pepper that the reader is ok to him and her view of herself is wrong? its ok if it takes a while. i dont wanna be pushy. please and thank you.

Warnings: body image issues, self-doubt, angst, some reassurance, fluff. Is rushed writing a warning?

A/N: —

Being engaged to Tony Stark came with many privileges, you were aware of that. Sure, he was difficult sometimes, mostly when he was in a creative mood and entrenched himself in the lab, but other than that the only problem you had with him wasn’t even his fault.

You couldn’t say it was yours either, self-deprecation aside you knew damn right the issue was deeper. You’ve heard and much to your dismay thought unkind things about yourself over and over since you could remember, in the good days they didn’t matter, but in the bad ones they hurt more than you wanted to admit.

He didn’t know, of course, you found it too dumb to address it. In your mind, you would bore him with a talk about your self-esteem. As you looked down, your eyes caught the ring on your finger, such a beautiful piece of jewelry, obviously custom made due to its size— and perhaps also due to how over the top your fiancé was.

Rhodey had said he and Pepper helped Tony to choose it, something that unknowingly to them caused you mixed feelings. You knew your fiancé would never cheat on you, you trusted him, you trusted Pepper whom you considered a friend too, but you didn’t trust yourself.

You didn’t believe to be what he deserved, or what he needed. How could you when Pepper was right there? Her, so pretty and smart, so assertive, and strong, and independent— and thin. Pepper was everything you wanted to be, many times you wondered why Tony had even fallen for you when he had a woman like her before. She would be a prettier bride, a better wife, Tony could show her off in ways he couldn’t with you.

“Ms. (L/N)?” FRIDAY’s voice filled the room.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Stark wants you to give your input on his new project.”

Tony, God bless him, would often ask what you thought about his projects and updates, sometimes he’d even present to you the issues he was encountering as if you were as smart as him. Any other day you would have laughed happily and amused him, but today you weren’t so sure to be up for it. You could try, though. Telling the AI that you’d be there in a moment, you unconsciously looked down at your body as you stood up from your spot on the couch.

You listed every flaw you saw, the ones that Tony could clearly see too. He wouldn’t have to see those things with Pepper, he would only see her beautiful smile and her slim body. On your way to the lab, you went through said list again, finding more flaws. There were issues in every single one of them, flaws in the flaws, issues in the flaws, true nightmares in the form of things you so desperately wished to change.

The door was unlocked for you, the AI probably having told Tony you were on your way there so he’d grant you access before you could punch the code. He was alone except the bots, pieces of a suit scattered on the table he was sat in front of.

“Honey, hi!” he greeted, too chirpy to not have drunk more coffee than the recommended amount a day.

He explained his new idea in details, you knew because he was moving his hands while speaking. Every word escaped you as you stared at his slender fingers that fit perfectly with your chubbier ones. Pepper’s weren’t like yours, they probably fit his way better. He went on, probably thinking you were following his ramble or far too into it to realize your eyes were welling up with tears.

Why was he even with you? Pepper was a better option in any way. She knew how Stark Industries worked, how much space he needed and when, what to do to get him to take better care of himself— she was such a force to be reckoned, and you were just you. Everything that made you interesting was in front of you, his warm eyes fixed on your face.

You didn’t see him stand up, or walk toward you. You only reacted when you heard him call your name softly, in that tone he reserved for his loved ones, when he wasn’t wearing the facade he had been forced to show to the outer world.

He asked FRIDAY to check for injuries on your body and you could only shake your head. “I’m fine, Tony.”

“You’re crying, baby.” His hands rested on your arms, prompting you to focus your gaze on his t-shirt to not cry harder. “Did something happen? Is everyone in your family okay?”

God, he was always so nice, so kind that you couldn’t believe him to be real sometimes. “They’re fine.”

He rubbed your arms, up and down, something you often did to him when he was going through the aftermath of a panic attack. “Then? Did you watch that movie again? The one with—“

“Why are you with someone like me?” you interrupted him, supposing it was now or never.

Tony looked taken aback. “Because I love you.” He then turned serious, almost stoic. “Did someone do something to you? Did they say anything?”

“No!” You moved out of his grasp. “But I can’t stop thinking that you’re making a mistake, Tony. Pepper is right there,” you pointed to a random part of the laboratory just to put some emphasis.

“You don’t want to marry me?” he asked, hurt lacing his tone.

You bobbed your mouth, “of course I do, what kind of question is that?! But Tony, be realistic, I’m not Pepper. God, I’m nothing like Pepper at all. I’m not skinny, or blonde, or—“

“Is it what this is about? Your body?” You nodded in response. He approached you again, taking your chin between his thumb and index to lift your face. Your eyes found his, warm brown orbs full of emotion staring deep into your soul. “You know? I don’t like how harsh you’re on yourself,” he said softly, clearly meaning it. There was no intention of being pushy behind his words, only the truth.

But for you, the truth was what you had just said, and when you let him know that, he shook his head. “Tony,” you groaned, “it’s fine, I’m fat and we both know it.”

“But there’s nothing wrong with it and it looks like you don’t know it,” he countered with that matter of fact tone he liked to use when he knew he was right. He continued talking, “you’re not Pepper, you’re not anyone but yourself and that’s why I want to marry you because you’re are you, I love you.”

You opened your mouth to fight him on it, yet Tony being Tony wasn’t having any of it. He shook his head for you to stay silent and asked FRIDAY to type some notes on everything he had worked on that day.

He took your hand, guiding you out of the laboratory and toward the living room where you had been sulking earlier. You sat beside him, looking down at your shoes that suddenly were very interesting. He shifted, pulling you closer by your still intertwined fingers.

The position you two ended on was a little uncomfortable, he was fully on his back on the couch, hand twisted to not let yours go as you tried to place your weight in the correct way to not crush him. He chuckled at your attempts.

“You’re not going to squash me,” he assured you. You didn’t believe him, he knew. “Honey, there’s not a single thing wrong with you or your body, why can’t you believe me?”

“I see myself in the mirror every day.”

“Well, then maybe your eyesight is not as fine as I thought, but that can be fixed.”

You snorted at the joke, he breathed a laugh. “I’m being serious.”

“I am too, and I don’t want to hear you say those things again.” Seconds later, he seemed to understand how his comment could’ve come across because he clarified, “I don’t want you to feel like that, that’s what I mean.”

Humming, you tried to come up with something to ease his mind. In all fairness, you didn’t want to feel like that either, you just couldn’t control it sometimes. Bad days were heavy, they overpowered the good ones no matter how great those felt, you wanted to be able to go through the bad ones without doubting yourself so much. Explaining it was tougher than thinking about it, than feeling it.

Tony didn’t need you to explain it, though. With a kiss on your forehead, he mumbled, “we can talk about it later.” His free hand came to rest on your back, trailing up and down in a steady motion. You breathed in a little deep, humming again.

How much time passed you didn’t know, the truth was that his reassurance had been of a lot of help. By the moment you spoke again, you both were getting sleepy. You didn’t want to fall asleep without thanking him, though.

His answer? “I simply told you the truth.”

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What is a narcissist?

What characterizes a narcissist? I've encountered this term frequently, not because my friends or colleagues have applied it to me, but rather due to my older sister's frequent use of it. She appears to believe that I fit this description. To diagnose someone with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), five out of the nine criteria from the DSM-IV-TR are necessary. Some of the traits associated with NPD include a heightened sense of self-importance, preoccupation with fantasies of power, wealth, success, and love, a constant need for admiration, a belief in one's uniqueness, a lack of empathy, arrogance, entitlement, a preference for associating only with important or special individuals, and a tendency to exploit others for personal gain.

It's crucial to distinguish between narcissism and narcissistic personality disorder. Narcissism refers to certain exhibited traits in a person, where they don't meet enough criteria to be categorized as having NPD.

Allow me to elaborate on the fact that most of us possess elements of personality disorders to some degree. For instance, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is one of the most commonly discussed ones. Each of us experiences varying levels of OCD tendencies. Similarly, anxiety and periods of depression are universal; the key lies in the extent to which these disorders disrupt our daily functioning.

This principle applies to both narcissism and NPD. Celebrating our achievements occasionally and taking pride in reaching goals are healthy behaviors. There's no issue with that. Therefore, if someone labels you as a narcissist or suggests you have OCD, don't be overly concerned. More often than not, they might be projecting their own emotions onto you. Give them space to express themselves, and eventually, the genuine truth will emerge.

Examples and Anecdotes: Imagine a coworker who consistently seeks praise for their achievements and often downplays the accomplishments of others. While this behavior might seem narcissistic, it doesn't necessarily meet the criteria for NPD. On the other hand, someone with NPD might manipulate their colleagues into doing their work for them, exploiting their desire to please for personal gain.

Treatment and Coping Strategies: For those dealing with narcissism or NPD, seeking professional help from therapists or counselors is a crucial step. Cognitive-behavioral therapy and other therapeutic approaches can be effective in addressing the underlying issues and promoting healthier behaviors. Developing empathy, self-awareness, and coping strategies are integral parts of the recovery process. For friends and family, setting boundaries and encouraging open communication can help manage interactions with individuals exhibiting narcissistic traits. Remember that change takes time and dedication, but it's possible with the right support and commitment.

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