#i managed to get (almost) all of the endings without a guide! that usually doesn't happen!

[random-rabid-creature]

So. My gayass has been playing bobox recently, and i found this game called Get A Snack At 4 am and Get A Snack At 4 am: SNACKCORE. And like. They are both SO good, i'm not kidding. I just finished both of them today like they are so fun and i love them and i need MORE. NOW. RAAAAAAAAH

[cvntyworld]

Ooh, can I request some Until Dawn Characters x reader headcanons where they find reader who is heavily injured while stuck on Blackwood Mountain

black and blue ( the until dawn gang )

summary: injured and afraid, you try to survive against a threat worse than the cold mountain air, luckily, you don't have to face it alone, surviving with your friends who are just as scared as you are.

contents: usual until dawn shenanigans, violence, gore, mentions of cannibalism, reader is injured, mentions of injuries, ect...

SAM GIDDINGS

When she finds you, bruised and bleeding, it was just by chance. Wandering around in a towel and opening a door while trying to manoeuvre around the psychos workshop without getting caught. That was when she stumbled across you, tied to a chair with a dirty rag in your mouth and tears in your eyes. Knowing Sam, she always puts others needs before her own and honestly doesn't care if she gets caught if it means that she can help you. She'll probably keep you close by her side as soon as she rescues you, making sure you're alright as you both try to find a way to escape.

EMILY DAVIS

She found you in the mines, unconscious and bruised, covered in blood and open wounds. A part of her was comforted that she wasn't alone anymore but another part was horrified at your injured state. Definitely tried to tone down her attitude when she saw how scary all of this was for you, she took the lead and guided your injured figure out of the mines with her and back over to the Washington lodge. Probably developed a bit of a soft spot towards you and tried looking out for you a lot more often, made sure you got out the lodge safely when the wendigos attacked.

JESSICA RILEY

Being badly injured herself, she looked horrified to see someone looking in more pain than she was, when she was looking for a way out, she had almost ended up in an unconscious state again when you swung a shovel, missing her by inches because of your concussion, all you wanted was to get out of those mines and so with her help, you both managed to escape the monster in the mines that was hunting you both down. Despite a terrible amount of pain in doing so, you had wrapped your jacket around her when you saw her bare bruised legs trembling from the cold.

ASHLEY BROWN

She thought she had heard Sam and separated from a panicked Chris for just a second and ended up with an even bigger shock when she ended up stumbling right upon you. Bruised and bleeding, tearful and scared, in an instant she was approaching you and she felt like a horrible friend for not noticing you were gone, she had been too busy looking for Sam to even notice that you weren't present after she was knocked unconscious. A string of apologies left her as she untied you, hugging you in an attempt to comfort you even though she has been just as scared as you were.

JOSH WASHINGTON

Was probably really confused when he found you, he wasn't sure if you were real or just another trick that's been forced upon him by his mind. He's worried when he sees your deformed face, mangled and bloody and he doesn't know how to help you. Will probably try to talk to you to keep himself distracted from his sisters haunting taunts and you will distract yourself from all the pain your in by answering him back, hoping that a rescue is on its way or even a escape route for both of you to leave safely.

MATT TAYLOR

He found you in the mines when he was looking for a way out, you had been running and collided with him in your panic, attacking him immediately when you'd thought of him as the threat you ran from, it was only when you heard his voice that you calmed down and started crying. You were injured and scared and so he took it upon himself to keep you safe, guiding you out of the mines and staying by your side when rescue is approaching you both.

MIKE MUNROE

Found you in the tunnels connecting to the lodge, he was heading back from the sanatorium and heard an upsetting amount of crying from some closet and so he opened it and was shocked to find you, sitting and staring at him fearfully, a knife in your hand. He wasn't sure what had happened but assumed your fear was caused by the same thing he was scared of, whatever or whoever it was that attacked Jess. He had to guide you out of your hiding place carefully, holding on tight to your hand as you trembled.

CHRIS HARTLEY

Chris had found you when he went out to save Josh's life from the monster, that's when he saw you, scared and stumbling towards him with a bleeding face that had been slashed open. The flamethrower guy forced you over to Chris in a hurry, telling you both to remain still, but the pain you were in had failed you and that's when your life ended up in Chris's hands, you moved, the flamethrower guy was slaughtered and you had to run ahead as Chris shot the very monster that tried to kill you, he was willing to get hurt or even die as long as you made it back to the lodge safely.

[volensnolenss]

Waltz with them 𝄖 headcanons

- ˏˋCHARACTERS: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuji.

- ˏˋSUMMARY: It is assumed that you are not a couple yet and all characters are students.

- ˏˋNOTE: Don't even ask me why I decided to write this.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

— It was only when you stood next to him that you realized how tall Gojo was;

— Also his big palms make you get goosebumps when he wraps around your waist;

— He always tell jokes and you can barely contain your laughter;

— Satoru without shame and conscience pinches your waist when your face becomes too serious and focused on the dance;

— When you need to touch each other's palms, he specifically raises his hands up, which is why you hit him in the chest so that he stops clowning, but Satoru laughs in response, “Oh, little girl can't catch me”;

— Gojo twists you too much, which makes you almost fall from dizziness, but he's a hero and therefore manages to catch you with a cheeky smile;

— You scold Satoru for taking too big steps because it looks like he's dragging you across the floor;

— Gojo starts dancing normally only when another dancing couple is praised. He's turning the waltz into a competition;

— Since you have a big difference in height, he was entrusted to pick you up and lift you high. “Satoru, stop it!” you dug your nails hard into his shoulders. You were 100% sure that you were at a height of more than 2 meters;

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

— Suguru is very careful with you and always asks you if you are comfortable or not;

— At first, his palms were cool because he was a little worried about it;

— The only one who bothers you is Gojo. At such moments you can clearly see how a vein swells on Geto's temple;

— There is no spark in his movements, but you can notice the smoothness and lightness when you dance with him;

— Suguru constantly fix his hairstyle or do you have to tuck his bangs behind his ear;

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

– He is very calm and does not do anything superfluous.

— All his movements are perfect. It seems that he has been doing this all his life;

— Your movements are so graceful and smooth that the two of you make everyone pay attention to you;

— You relax by letting Nanami control you. It doesn't make it worse, on the contrary, you look so elegant;

— Kento also looks at you imperceptibly and when you turn your gaze to him, he manages to pretend that he is looking away;

— He has a slight smile when he corrects mistakes in his movements:

“Please, show me again.” you looked at him piteously and he came up to you from behind correctly guiding your hand;

— If you didn't like waltz before then dancing with Nanami you will fall in love with it;

— You accidentally go into your own when you stare at his hands or neck and stumble, hitting your face in his chest

“Um..everything okay? Your cheeks are flushed”

“It's hot. It's very hot here..” You batted your eyelashes, trying not to look at him.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

— He did not agree to this for a long time, not because he does not know how, but because he does not like this;

— He has a very serious face that sometimes makes you feel uncomfortable;

— Megumi holds your waist weakly because of which he almost dropped you, and only after this incident he takes your dance more seriously;

— You won't count how many dissatisfied sighs he had;

— Megumi remembers everything quickly and he wants it to end as soon as possible;

— During the waltz, he quipped at you but then apologized.

“You're so mean, Fushiguro.”

“Dance alone then.”

“Okay, sorry.”

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

— He immediately blushed when they said that you would dance together;

— Itadori is shy to hold you by the waist because it seems to him that he is violating your personal space, despite the fact that the waltz is a dance that requires it;

— The first days Yuji was clumsy and clumsy, accidentally stepped on your feet and apologized for it for a very long time;

— The waltz is usually led by a boy, but in your case it was you;

— Itadori is too focused on dancing that sometimes he gets confused in his movements and starts to get very nervous;

— He asked you to dance with someone else because he considered himself unworthy of you;

— Only your support and words of approval made him believe in himself and after that everything began to work out for him;

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

Reign

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The king's reign had come to an end, this was a well known thing by now, what with the werewolf moping around his crastle which still stood on its mountain overlooking the shopping district. No one knew what to do with it really.

Which is sort of why Cleo found herself leaning up against the doorframe to Ren's room, the ex-king looking out one of his large windows with his ears drooping.

"Are you here to mock me?" Ren muttered.

"I'm here to make sure a friend doesn't do something stupid." Cleo shot back.

He barely turned his head, growling lowly. "If I remember correctly, Lady Cleo, you were one of the people who betrayed me."

"You're hung up about that?"

Ren was turning around now, his face looked tearstained and just a bit red. He looked pathetic, just like a kicked dog.

"Ren, my former lord, this isn't about those that betrayed you now is it?" She said still in a firm tone, though it almost sounded just the tiniest bit softer.

The former king sighed in an all too dramatic way before moving to flop down on his bed face first, burying himself in pillows as he groaned.

Cleo had to hold herself back from laughing at the whole show, but they managed to drag themself back. Ren was legitimately sad, crying for gods know how long, and was more pathetic than usual.

They made their way to the bed, sitting on the edge as they looked Ren over.

"Was I a good king?"

"No." Cleo answered quickly. "I'd even go as far as saying you were incompetent."

Ren chuckles, just a small sign of progress.

“But I have a feeling that isn’t what you’ve been upset about.”

“Oh, is the hollowhearted zombie suddenly now a caring person?” Ren joked sarcastically

Cleo scoffed lightly. “Only when my friends have locked themselves in a tower for a month straight.”

There was a heavy pause before Ren was turning to look up at Cleo, worry in his blue eyes. “Its been a month?”

“Yes, now tell me why you’ve been sulking around your abandoned crastle.”

Another sigh, another pause, then Ren was flipping over to lay on his back and look at the ceiling. Cleo thinks she’s never seen the werewolf without any form of glasses on, but here he was looking like a wet dog with his tail tucked between his legs and no sunglasses in sight.

“Was I- Was I a good person? A good friend, even?” He mutters.

“Well you let the power get to your head, and a few people are rightfully pissed, but some saw it as a game.”

“Then am I good enough to be forgiven?”

"What makes you believe you aren't?" Cleo asked, there was almost a bit of mischief in her voice.

"I-... I guess you're right, Lady Cleo."

"Please, Ren, you don't need to be all regal anymore." They say before reaching a hand out to Ren, helping the werewolf sit up so they can see eye to eye. "You are not the king anymore, and I'm not a member of the square table. We're healthier this way."

Ren reluctantly nods his head, tension leaving his shoulders as Cleo runs her hands over his.

"Now, up, you've got people worried about you." The zombified gorgon says while dragging Ren to his feet. "So go talk to people."

"Right, of course, I shouldn't keep them waiting. What kind of friend would I be then?" He says with a half hearted laugh.

Before he knows it, Ren's feet are guiding him outside and down the many flights of stairs, Cleo watching with careful eyes as he greets others. It almost feels like the world itself breathes a sigh of relief as the werewolf returns to his pre-kinghood self.

[vainilla-milk]

Flufftober Day 14 - Ruined confession

pairing: Floch Forster x Fem! Reader

tags: modern au, christmas eve

wordcount: 1.4k

It was the first time Floch dared to invite someone to spend Christmas with him alone.  Usually and following everyone's tradition, he used to spend these dates with his family, but this year he decided to do something different.

So he invited you to dinner on Christmas Eve. 

He planned it so meticulously that he spent the whole week prior to December 24 tidying and cleaning his apartment, you would never know that he even rehearsed the recipe for the dinner so that everything would be perfect. 

You had told him that you would be in charge of bringing dessert, but he had prepared some surprise treats anyway.

"Hey" he greets you as he opens the door to his apartment. 

You return his greeting with a smile. "I brought tiramisu" you announce excitedly.

Floch guides you to the kitchen to drop off dessert, on the short walk you notice how harmonious the place looked. There was a delicious aroma in the air that made you want to taste dinner right away. 

"My mouth is watering" you comment enraptured by the smell. Floch smiles feeling the butterflies invade his stomach, he wanted to surprise you in several ways tonight.

"It's dinner sign now" he replies getting ready to bring out the turkey. 

You really didn't have much to help, the table was almost ready and all that was left was the turkey to serve. 

You noticed how Floch was being very gentlemanly with you, despite his bad reputation as a problem person, it was always different when you were around him. 

"Thank you" you say as he pours the wine in your glass.

You both toast to Christmas Eve, the atmosphere is enveloped in a pleasant Christmas evening. Everything was peaceful, but Floch was dying of nerves to take the next step on this long-awaited date. 

"After dessert" he thought over and over again. 

You watched slyly as he glanced sideways at you and his foot kept fidgeting. You didn't know whether to attribute it to something in his family bothering him or if it was some anxious episode triggered by reasons unknown to you. 

You were quite worried about him, ever since you decided to put aside the prejudices and rumors around you. Thanks to that you met a kind person, faithful to his convictions, a bit stubborn, but very noble at the end of the day.

Of course the concern was mutual, Floch was with you in your most difficult moments of the year. You could count on him for anything, he proved that to you even before you became so intimate. 

"I'll serve dessert" he says, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

No sooner had Floch risen from his seat, however, than the light in the place suddenly cut out.

"What the hell..." he curses. 

You immediately shine your cell phone flashlight on the place. "It's okay," you reassure him. "It may have been an area-wide power outage"

Both of you go to the window and corroborate that the entire street has gone dark. You could visualize small white lights coming from other cell phones along with their owners peering out of their windows as well. 

Floch curses again, but internally. To make sure he knows what the current situation is, he knows to go out and interact with his neighbors.

"I'll be back in a moment" he tells you, you manage to sense bewilderment in his voice.

You are left alone in the apartment walking carefully, the light of the flashlight makes you see some red candles placed on a piece of furniture next to the Christmas tree. You decide to pick them up carefully and take them to the table to light them. 

Floch doesn't take long to return. "The neighbors said there was a power failure in most of the area, the power may not be back on for another hour" he tells you anxiously, you could tell by the way he increased the speed of his speech.

His restless steps stop when he sees the red candles arranged on the table where you were dining, when he seeks your gaze he finds a reassuring smile.

"Maybe it will look more romantic this way" you say without thinking. You don't realize your insinuation until you finish the sentence.

You watch Floch evade your gaze and scratch the back of his neck. 

"Uh... Yeah, yeah. It looks kinda romantic"

Your expression turns to one of bemusement, fearing you've made him uncomfortable. You were about to sit quietly, but considering how anxious you noticed him from earlier, you preferred to approach him.

"Are you okay?"

His gaze rests on you, with a bit of concern you could tell. You hear no answers, only see him nod under the dim lighting of the candles. 

You insist again.

"Are you sure? You can tell me"

Your hand comes to rest on his, feeling how quickly he responds to your grip.

Floch takes a deep breath without losing his eyes from yours. Unconsciously you close the space between him and you even more. 

Enveloped by the darkness and sheltered by a faint light, you bring your faces closer until finally your lips meet and give way to an awkward but gentle kiss.

It doesn't take long before they hear a neighbor complaining loudly and they part abruptly as a result of the sudden interruption of the silence. 

"Damn Christmas has been ruined by a stupid electric company!" he continued. 

Floch looked irritated, though your laughter made him forget about the annoying neighbor. 

"Christmas Eve has definitely been special" you joke, now with your two hands intertwined with Floch's.

He becomes aware of what has happened and looks at you in surprise.

"Wait... You too?" he asks incredulously. 

"Me what?"

Silence soon returns, yet your hands remain comfortably clasped together.

Floch loses the strength to speak, despite wanting to say it. To shout it out, rather.

You manage to catch what he means and smile playfully at him. Without wasting time you separate your hands from his and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to your lips for a deep kiss. Floch wraps his arms around you excitedly, almost melting his face into yours.

It's not until you run out of air that you finally manage to separate. 

"Let's make it official" you get straight to the point, much to her surprise. "Be my boyfriend"

"Fuck" he replies to you with a smile. "I was hoping to be the one to ask you dating, I didn't think you'd be the one to..." he starts to babble.

You roll your eyes still maintaining your smile, so you cut off his ramblings with another kiss, a shorter one than the last.

"You talk too much," you say. Soon you pull away and take him by the hand. "Let's go get dessert"

[karamina]

Horseland Age Headcanons

Time for me to show up out of the weeds with my completely unsolicited headcannons and theories for obscure television series that I should be way too old for again lol. Today's victim:

Horseland

There seems to be a general consensus on the ages of the various human characters in Horseland. That fanon conclusion being that the main characters are all around 15 yrs old, with the exception of Will, who is slightly older at 16-17 years old. I disagree with this assessment.

First let's look at some direct quotes from some of the episodes.

Episodic Evidence

1) Episode: "You Can't Judge A Girl By Her Limo" (S1E1)

"You calmed Button down better than I could and I've been riding her for five years!" - Alma Rodriguez

This quote provides some clues about Alma's age, or at least the minimum age that Alma can be. Most riding instructors will take students at the age of 9, with some taking as young as 6 years of age. Being's that Alma's dad is the manager at Horseland, I think that Alma would have began riding at a very young age. By that logic, Alma is somewhere between 11-14 years old, unless she rode a different horse before Button.

https://horsesafetytips.com/2020/06/04/whats-the-best-age-to-start-horseback-riding-lessons/

2) Episode: "Fire, Fire, Burning Bright" (S1E5)

This episode has some interesting quotes that may give clues to the main character's ages, or at least the Stilton girls ages and Will's age.

"Let me get this straight, you got all the way to middle school without learning to swim?" - Molly Washington

Wouldn't it be odd that Molly specifically mentions Chloe and Zoey making it to middle school (11-14 yrs old, in Canada from Wikipedia) without having learned how to swim if they were high school aged (14-18 yrs old)? If they were in high school, she probably would've said that instead. Beings that the series likes to remind us that Chloe is older than Zoey, that would mean that Chloe is about 12-14, and Zoey is around 11-13 years old. Either that or they are twins, but that doesn't seem to be the case (I myself have a sister that is 1 and 1/2 yrs older than me, and I also had a close relationship to her growing up). The only evidence I have seen that points to them being twins as opposed to being siblings close in age is the names rhyming with each other (Although my mom's friend's four grandchildren all have names ending with the -en sound and I went to school with twins that had non-ryhming names so that isn't a very strong argument imo)

"But I was in charge of the trip. I am responsible for everyone." - Will Taggert

This one's a bit less obvious, but as a volunteer that has worked with minors on weekend retreats before, I know that organizations and schools typically require (often by law) at least one faculty chaperone to be 18+ yrs old and to have clearances stating that they have never abused a child or commited a crime (usually, they also want more than one adult chaperone per group as well, but we'll let this slide based on the fact that there are only 5 minors going on this trip). From this line and his role in this episode's plot, we can deduce that Will is the staff member from Horseland facilitating this overnight event, and thus is at least 18-19 years old. This makes sense. Will has a rather unique role in the series compared to the other characters. He is a sort of groundsman and riding instructor at Horseland, rather than a student. His aunt and uncle (Bailey's parents) are also his employers. Reasonably, if I had to pinpoint a narrow age range for Will, I would say that he is 18-21 years old, although I wouldn't discredit him even being as old as his mid twenties (at least in season 3), almost solely based on his demeanor and almost laid-back relationships with the other main characters. His behavior in this episode even supports this. I went through a similar predicament, albeit on a smaller scale, while acting as a hiking guide at the age of 20 on one such aforementioned retreat. I blamed myself for potentially endangering these students, even though they were told to follow my lead and instead went off trail at one of the more dangerous parts of the trail. Likewise, Will blamed himself for the forest fire, even though it was really Chloe and Zoey's actions that caused the fire, for the sole reason that he was the adult responsible for the trip and all the students he took on it and thus is immediately liable for anything bad that happens (Well more like Horseland would be liable, and Will would be at risk of losing his job and/or facing fines or criminal charges). From this episode and how Will progresses throughout the series, I'd say Will is in his early stages of leadership and that is why I chose an age range closer to the ages of majority in Canada (which depends on which province Horseland supposedly exists in). I know some of y'all may be thinking about this, so I'll address it while I'm still on Will. In several of the episodes featuring competitions, while we never actually see him compete, Will is on Jimber and wearing typical dressage wear as opposed to his jeans and t-shirt (See "Changing Spots"). Some may say that this proves that he is actually a student as well. It may be possible that he is a student as well, and simply tutors more ameteur riders in his free time, but this says nothing about his age, only that he would be more advanced than the other main characters. He also could be dressed like that just for show for the competition. Additionally, while I know very little about equestrian competitions, while I was in HS winter colorguard, my instructor (a college student) usually would compete with a different club in a different age category at the same competition. It may not be disimilar.

3) Episode: "Pepper's Pain" (S1E7) "Zoey, you guys have been together for years. Your dressage proves how well you've grown as a team." - Chloe Stilton

The information provided in this line from Chloe is ambiguous. However, the emphasis she puts on years implies that Zoey has been riding Pepper for like a really long time, although she may just be emphasizing this word as she's trying to make a point to Zoey. Regardless, it is safe to say that Zoey has been riding Pepper for at least 5 years. That would put her in the same minimum age range as Alma, 11 to 14 years old.

4) Episode: "The Competition" (S1E9)

"Oh my gosh, what a huge let-down. First off, his girlfriend was there, and they were both old! He was at least thirty." - Chloe Stilton

This ones a bit of a reach, but what teenager thinks that 30 is old? I certainly didn't (then again, I did grow up surrounded by family members that are elderly, so take my words with a grain of salt). Regardless, this statement solidifies the argument that Chloe is probably middle school aged, rather than high school aged. As we progress from childhood to adolescence into adulthood, the perception of "oldness" changes. Have you ever seen the vine where this little girl (likely kindergarten aged) famously says "I'm 16! I'm a grandmother!". If you were a middle schooler, you probably would consider 30 to be old. There are many articles that document this phenomenon:

5) Episode: "Heritage Day" (S03E10)

"Zoey, they eat mosquitoes, not teenage girls." - Nani Cloud

This line takes place after the girls are frightened by a group of bats sharing the cave they took shelter in from a storm. This line clearly states that at this point of the series, most if not all of the main girls are teenagers (ages 13-19). We can conclude one of two things, depending on how one percieves this show's timeline, since the line is said towards the end of the show's final season. A) The girls have always been teenagers or B) There is a time skip between season's 2 and 3. For me, B is plausible if we try to explain Bailey and Will's voice changes cannonically. But B is also not plausible considering Will is already an adult and would have already undergone a voice change. Thus I will say that the ages of the girls are constant through the series at the lower range of the teens, perhaps even preteens.

Plots and Storylines

Next, let's look at the plots of the episodes. A lot of the episodic plots support most of the main cast being preteens or in their very early teens. Molly getting her first cellphone, Alma getting her first crush, Chloe lying about being able to do an advanced jump to impress her peers, Sarah getting her first taste of death through the loss of a beloved pet, etc. Not to mention, many of the episodes are driven by some drama being stirred up (middle schoolers are notorious for being awful to each other). These are all typical problems that preteens face during this stage of their life. You may be inclined to think that all of the MCs are in middle school from this, but there is some evidence for some of the characters being slightly older than others. In the episode "The Best Loss", Molly is out with her friends at a pizza parlor with no parents in sight and has been able to take the public bus to and from Horseland on her own for the entire duration of the series. In the episode "Talk, Talk", she's even talking to her friend Amber about what she should wear to a party. This leads me to believe that Molly is slightly older than the other girls. Bailey also falls under this category. In the season 1 episode "Boss Bailey", Bailey is left in charge of Horseland for a day when his parents and Will have to go facilitate a parade. Even with Bailey being the owner's son, I think that they would not want to leave a middle schooler in charge of an entire riding school. Bailey is also used as an example during a lot of Will's lessons to the other MCs, demonstrating jumps, meaning he's probably more advanced than the other riders. He also does a lot of the groundwork and maintenance with Will (such as in "Pepper's Pain", "Fire, Fire Burning Bright", and "Wild Horses"). For these reasons, I think Bailey is a bit older than the girls.

Conclusion

I could go on and on, analyzing each character's behaviors one by one, but I'd essentially just be rewriting the show's script interspersed with my own interpretation. That is most of what this conclusion is, my interpretation of the characters based on my own life experiences and the collective characterizations the show provides across its three seasons. So with that being said, here are my guesses as to the ages of the characters.

Sarah Whitney -        13 Molly Washington -  14 Alma Rodriguez -     13 Chloe Stilton -           14 Zoey Stilton -            13 Bailey Handler -        15 Nani Cloud -              13 Will Taggert -            20

I chose most of the main characters to be so close in age to each other as they are all in the same "practices" at Horseland, as well as how they interact with each other.

So, what do y'all think? Do you agree with the ages I chose for each character? Why or why not?

*Side note - I know there are a fair deal of Sarah x Will shippers out there. I know that most of them do not support minors being in relationships with adults. Remember, there are no official ages for these fictional characters and this post is just my personal interpretations. While I myself do not ship these two characters, my intent is not to say that this fan population is wrong for supporting this ship. My purpose for writing and posting this is to share my thoughts on the Horseland characters ages based on my own observations and life experiences. 

[dearcat1]

(Storms)

Part 24 of An Exercise in Patience

Gokudera is a menace. 

It's not that Xanxus isn't used to the occasionally blown wall, broken furniture or random screaming. Most of it, except for the screaming, he does all on his own when he's mad. It's that the alpha isn't used to entire wings needing to be rebuilt every time some Storm has a hissy fit. It drives him up the wall because he's talked to the little shit, informed Gokudera multiple times that he's overstepping a line. But this is Tsunayoshi's Storm, Xanxus can't reprimand him properly without also crossing a line. Besides, the omega knows the Commander doesn't like this and has tried talking to his Storm. This is Reborn's doing, Xanxus is almost sure of it. 

That doesn't change the fact that Xanxus is at the end of his rope. The entire fucking living room and part of the garden, gone. Over some imagined slight or the other. Tsunayoshi is fidgeting with anxiety, which just makes Xanxus's ire worse because is the fucking Storm blind? Does he not see or care how much this is affecting his Sky? Xanxus growls, deep and harsh. It gets him Hayato snapping at him but Xanxus's attention is on Tsunayoshi. The omega's bottom lip is trembling, his eyes on the floor and his throat bared. He looks miserable and sad, eyes a little wet already. Xanxus is going to hate this. 

Normally, Xanxus would have the omega fix his mess and pay for it but that's going to be Gokudera's job. As the one who actually did the damage. Xanxus's first instinct is to spank the omega, he's not one to drag on punishments and a spanking usually gets his point across. But Tsunayoshi is still getting comfortable with Xanxus's touch, there are days when he pulls away despite all the progress they've done and Xanxus isn't willing to risk it for speed. So that's a no go. Reaching a decision, Xanxus clicks his tongue. "Tsunayoshi, come here." 

Gokudera shuts up when his Sky moves. Tsunayoshi hesitates for a moment in front of Xanxus but burrows into his hold when the alpha spreads his arms.

"We're ok." Xanxus rubs his back. "I'm not going to leave just because I'm mad." 

The little mewl is killing him.

"Your room?"

"Yes." Xanxus resists the urge to soothe him some more, letting him go instead. "Squalo, you deal with this shit."

Squalo nods, drawing his sword to stop Gokudera from moving when he tries to follow behind Xanxus. "Voi, you've done it now."

Xanxus rolls his eyes, confident that Squalo will set the Storm straight. He has an omega to ease into a punishment the assassin doesn't even want to give and a hitman to talk to because this is ridiculous. Reborn's idea of fun is crooked, the Commander doesn't usually mind but limits will have to be set. He closes the door behind him and steps into his bedroom to find himself with an armful of distressed Tsunayoshi.

"I'm sorry." 

Carding fingers through the omega's hair, Xanxus sighs. "I know. But we've been here a few times before." The problem isn't that Tsunayoshi doesn't know how to get his Storm to stop. The problem is that he's not leaning on any of them for assistance. "You should have asked for help."

Tsunayoshi pulls away, eyeing Xanxus carefully. "Is that why you're angry?"

Telling him the assassin isn't angry, at least not with him, just frustrated, isn't going to go anywhere. So Xanxus nods, watching the younger Sky process the situation. "This is not a warning."

"Not this time." At least Tsunayoshi seems to understand where Xanxus is coming from. 

"Corner?" The omega doesn't look happy about it but he doesn't look afraid, either. It's something. 

Xanxus would consider the method for that alone if it wasn't so obvious that this was Nana's method of dealing with her son. Xanxus is trying to distance himself from her way of doing this, as much as he can manage. So the alpha shakes his head, guiding the younger Sky to his desk. "How is your Italian?" 

"Bad," Tsunayoshi admits, taking in the blank paper and pen. "English is better." 

"Alright." Xanxus sits him down, tapping the wood. "You're writing down everything you did right and everything you did wrong, in detail." He forces himself to ignore the trembling bottom lip. "When you're done, we'll go over it together and figure out the consequences for each point. Good or bad."

"In English?"

He tries to resist the doe eyes but Xanxus ends up giving in a little. "It's fine if you make some mistakes," he soothes. "It's about honesty, not grammar."

[tiikerikani]

The more things stay the same

2023.04.21 Verkatehdas (Vanaja-sali), Hämeenlinna

(Kind of interesting place, it's got the balconies with assigned seating and then the floor without.)

In the #foreveralone conversation last time, I think it was Heini who had said, "you could try talking to [the other foreign fans]".

So when I overheard the woman in front of me speak English to the two Finnish women ahead of her, and later found myself in the first row next to her, I decided to give that a go. But she wasn't at all interested and went back to texting her friends and taking selfies. She seemed pretty excited about getting into the front. The two Finnish women also pretty much left her alone but were happy to join in some of those selfies, so I guess they were a group. I'm quite sure I have seen her/them before, because she stood out for being Southeast Asian in the same way I stand out for being East Asian. (She didn't sing along to things though.)

I eventually stopped notating the set list on my arm when I realized it was the same as before.

Things that were different:

I feel the new songs kinda lost something not having the string section.

(Consequently?) They put one backing singer on each side of the stage instead of together on one side like I have always seen them otherwise do

He sang Exodus completely solo, without the bit of harmony at the end (such as on the video I posted from the performance in Tapiola). I don't know if this is because Jepa wasn't present, or if it's just 50% even more impressive that way. At least people quickly realized what he was doing and stopped trying to sing along. Not like in Tampere where people kinda ruined the magic.

He changed his intro patter for Nuoriherra (Senpai!! it's ok!! you have my permission to gesture at somebody else during this song!!!)

Very Serious Security Staff walked over to get somebody to put their (small) paper sign away (and at another point mistook somebody's white phone case as one), which I completely understand as a preventing distractions kind of thing. I guess I've been lucky the time I had the big calligraphy sign and the several times I've held envelopes (with my missives) up to my chest during encores.

I managed to get decently interesting pictures considering I wasn't trying all that hard.

I also got the faceplant :D

Boyfriend was in his own corner being his usual wallflower self, wondering whether there's a support group for "men who get dragged into this"[1]. (Not gonna lie, there's absolutely some relationship tension here.) He feels out of place because, yes, I get it, the demographic skews a bit older than us (although I'm almost sure the blondes are around my age too).

We went straight back to the hotel after and I was so tired from having slept so poorly all week but also a bit mopey from the lingering bittersweetness that I've written about before. But I still didn't sleep well.

Filling a 700-person venue in a town of like 50k people means it was basically THE biggest thing happening in town that night. Hämeenlinna is exactly halfway between Helsinki and Tampere, so people were visiting from both directions and all the hotels were (probably) full of fans. I greeted a couple of the regulars at breakfast.

As I looked up from my coffee, I couldn't believe my eyes. Senpai was on the other side of the dining room!!! He waved at us (i.e. me and the aforementioned regulars) on the way to refill his mug. When the other people at his table left, the roadies started showing up (the acrobat is officially a roadie which totally makes sense, he's swole after all).

I went over to exchange some words because you know of course I would.

We had almost selected a hotel closer to the railway station. What is out there that keeps guiding my hand?

__________

[1] As another friend has noted, the fandom is a bit cultish. You're either really into them, or you don't care much for them at all. It doesn't feel like there are casual fans. (Although there's certainly also a line somewhere between hardcore fan and groupie.)

[chqnified]

System rambles

Thoughts gathered but probably don't make sense type of ramble

Feeling better atm. But you know how it is. Things can get quickly worse again. Taking time to not talk to people and just calm and figure stuff out has been nice.

We're all missing a lot of things, i think we've got to that point now from the Thursday trigger. We miss cheerleading, especially how it was 10 years ago. We miss France too... Not the grandparents, just the country. We haven't been in around 5-6 years now, i miss speaking the language and the small stupid things that you could only experience there. A lot of bad stuff happened back then, but it doesn't mean nothing memorably happy happened, it was just rare lol.

Work has been a struggle lately, multiple of us have a had a few major triggers, leading us to feel uneasy there. Especially this week with our manager being away... I don't know what we'd do without her to be honest.

The last 3 days we've had to go in to work, on all 3 of those we've nearly left early. The only thing keeping us there until our shift ended was the need for the money. Our anxiety is just worse than usual lately, people can't really see that, but in reality it has become so bad lately that we've nearly passed out on multiple occasions.

The only good thing that has come out of all of this is the relationship between most of us has gotten stronger. It's was absolutely adorable to see the genuine concern Avi had for Echo when we got back from work. It has been difficult, a lot of arguements arose from work and home (mainly work). We've never argued with Isla before recently, yet now she won't talk to us.... Apart from that we're all getting along far better than before.

Out of all of this, i think certain parts who were almost demonized do deserve a thanks. Avi isn't heartless, he is a man of genuine care and principals. Charlie isn't the argumentative over emotional wreck we all painted him to be, he was simply covering for others, keeping them safe, allowing them to use his name for as long as they felt they needed the safety and security. Erin isn't a petty popular school bitch, she's there whenever one of us are drained, can no longer continue with whatever tf socialising is, she's outgoing and manages to make most people feel at ease. She also is a great example to the rest of us, teaching us how to rightfully stand our ground in a calm manner. Xera isn't over controlling, he sees sense and tries to guide us all in the right direction... If any of us needed advice, we'd all end up asking him. I could go on. I will never let it be said that the other mains aren't trying, we are all trying our best, some of us just have different strengths and experiences, and that is ok.

Less lowkey bitchy comments and more polite customers would be nice.

Oh and not being asked personal questions by people I've known for 10 seconds, seriously what is it with those sorts of people recently.

[thatonegaytheaterkid]

I finished watching all your headcannons of genshin personalities with bnha and im interested. So how about a Zhongli personality hc?

Oooo I'm so glad you asked for Zhongli!! I've low-key been obsessing over him for the last couple of months- We stan geo daddy ✊😌💕

Class 1-A with someone with a Zhongli type personality

- When it comes to academics, you are at the number one spot, you top everyone, you literally put everyone else to shame

- The amount of knowledge you have on literally everything is insane, you know literally everything on anything and it can get low-key intimidating at times

- When it comes to combat, oh god, everyone prays that they won't have to go up against you unless the want to be moped the floor with

- You quirk is pretty simple, you can control earth and rock, sounds normal right?

- Well here's the issue, you've pretty much almost mastered your quirk, obviously you still have much more to learn but that's besides the point, you're like a damn god

- No one ever expects an entire meteor to just come at them when they least expect it, and even if they do it's still a bit frightening

- Even without the use of your quirk you're still incredibly strong, you intimidate everyone in the entire class, and yes that includes Bakugou

- You've beaten everyone in the entire class each time you have to go up against anyone, of course, there have been times where you've lost, you're human, it's only natural, but anytime it happens, you always end up going ten fold on them the next time and end up winning

- You're like the class's dad, always checking up on everyone, making tea for everyone at night, helping out with their homework

- Conversations with you are the best hands down, you always have something to say or distribute, sometimes it's literally just you talking and everyone else just listening

- Everyone in the class finds your voice to by really soothing, one time when Deku was asking you about your quirk he almost dozed off by accident, of course he didn't mean too but he was just so taken by your voice that he couldn't even think at the time

- You've even managed to make Bakugou shut up every one in a while whenever he'd hear you talk and just had this look of a mesmerized puppy on his face

- You and Momo love to talk about different types of teas together, it's definitely one of your favourite pastimes, you both talk about the history of certain blends or even the rarity of a few that you've both had the pleasure of trying

- If anyone in the class has ad a bad day or aren't in a good mood they'll go to you

- As much as you enjoy talking you enjoy listening so you're always happy to listen to anyone's problems/issues and try to guide them through it to the best of your ability

- The entire class has even made this little thing where, on every night before a big test you'll bring everyone into the common room, make sure that they have pillows and blankets and pillows and you'll tell them a story or even read to them as a means to let them fall asleep peacefully without any lingering stress to worry about

- Usually everyone ends up falling asleep everytime

- Now, as much as you're a big help to everyone, there's just one thing that you have...you're broke

- In terms of money, you have no money, zero, zelch, not a dollar to your name, absolutely, positively, broke

- The class only found out when they all decided to all go to the mall together and realised that you didn't have any money

- Momo was able to help you out, thankfully, but the class noticed the same pattern every time they went out, no one minds lending you a any money since you help them out a lot but it's still kind of funny to them

- The smartest guy, in the top four in the class combat wise, one of the biggest help, doesn't have a penny

- Both you and Iida get along well, you're able to talk about topics with him that he hardly ever gets to speak about with anyone AND you're educated on the topic, it's amazing

- Mina and Deku both love to just hear your voice, sometimes they ask you something just to get you to start talking about it for a while just to be able to hear it

- Bakugou has a hard time trying to come up with anything about you that he can actually insult, he can't even come up with a proper nickname to call you

- You and Jirou love to sit around and listen to music and talk about different artist with one another, she finds it amazing that you just happen to know all of the bands she brings up, she also loves to go on and on with you about lesser known bands that you happen to know about

- You've even introduced her to a few more by recommending her music that both suited her tastes and were lesser known so that you could also help the said bands with their popularity

- Aside from just wanting to listen to your voice, Deku loves disusing different pro heroes quirks with you, he loves hearing your opinions and thoughts on them, his favourite is talking to you about All Might since he finally gets to geek out about his favourite hero to someone who finally know just as much as him AND is happy to hear him talk about said topic

- You're literally just the best person to be around when it comes to literally anything and everything

[murdertoothpick]

kinktober day 26

leather/latex | din djarin x gn!reader

warnings: sexual tension, implied smut, reader wearing harness+garters as hunting attire (and because its hot duh), 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, fleshed out this idea with @findhimfives | w/c: 1365 | full kinktober masterlist

You huff at your continuous failure to hook the buckle of your harness into the right hole, blindly fiddling with the strap of leather behind your back. It's almost time to leave, and for some reason, you waited until now to attempt putting on your new harness and matching garters for the first time.

'Uh...Mando?' you frown to yourself, hoping he hears you from wherever he is on the ship, 'Could you help me out with something?'

His response comes a second later, and expectedly, it's without words. You hear his steps as he makes his way to the source of your voice - and then they stop, metres away from you.

You turn your head to the doorway where he's standing still, his visor staring back at you. He blocks the door, body massive and hulking, shoulders squared as he traps you under his gaze. You gulp, awkwardly gesturing the loose strap of leather that is around your waist and ending somewhere behind your back.

'Could you...'

He nods, closing the distance and prompting you to turn back around. 'I just need you to secure the fastening,' you continue.

The Mandalorian stands behind you, focusing on the movements of his hands as he secures the harness to your form, the leather wrapped snug around your waist and comfortable with the straps over your shoulders.

'Is this okay?' he questions in his usual register, yet his close proximity makes the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end. You're grateful that he's wearing his helmet.

'Yeah,' you manage, trying to keep your voice steady, 'Could you, uhm... help me with my garters too?' You move away from him, retrieving the pair of leather loops to be secured around your thighs, with holsters in which you can store your weapons. It's a moment of stillness before he agrees, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you.

He takes the article from your hand, and then his other curls around yours to guide it onto his shoulder to give you support. The entire time he doesn't look at you, but with him kneeling that close to you, you find it best not to look at him either.

The Mandalorian gently taps your heel, urging you to lift your foot so that he can slide the leather up your leg. Your breath hitches when he does, and you realise - much too late - that you're wearing shorts, much too little compared to the armour he dons, every inch of his skin shielded by thick fabric and beskar plates. Of all days, the first time you're able to break out your new accessories, it's hot and sweltering - and he, as always, is unfazed by Tatooine's desert suns.

You don't even notice the grunt that sounds from the helmet as he fumbles with the clasp at your thigh. You feel utterly exposed, and it only worsens when —

Shit.

Is that his fucking hand?

Your breath hitches immediately upon first contact and your eyes widen when you realise that he's no longer wearing his gloves. And the Mandalorian never takes off his gloves. The Mandalorian, whom has never shown you an inch of his skin, not even accidentally, is touching you with his bare hands. By his own will.

You are completely fucked.

His skin feels like it burns yours, heating you up faster than the atmosphere of this sand ridden planet. His fingers brush against the edges of the leather strap, every gentle touch getting your heart rate to pick up and conversely, giving you chills.

And then he's holding your thigh with both hands, pulling it closer toward him and lifting your foot slightly off the ground, your knee bending up in front of you.

'Is this okay?'

You look down and Maker, his hands are right there, framing the garter on your thigh. Holy shit.

'—Don't wanna leave a mark,' he says.

You gulp, 'I don't mind.' And shit.

The air stills. Everything has just gotten quieter, impossibly so. He can hear your breathing. The only reaction you get from him is a small tilt of his head, but you can't see the concealed quirk of his lips as he smirks behind the helmet at the implication.

He tightens the band, not protesting your answer. He struggles to view it as simply, purely innocent.

Moving to secure the garter to your harness, he slides his hands up your legs, flattening the connecting strap along your thigh. You jolt with the brush of his fingers at the top of your thighs, too close to your region of sensitivity. Your fingers dig into his cowl where you're still holding onto his shoulders, apparently needing the support now.

'Does it hurt?'

'No,' you're quick to answer, internally cringing at rushed-out response.

You don't expect anything more, no stranger to retreating to your own thoughts after brief exchanges with Mando. But then he speaks again, and you're not sure what shocks you more: his words or the smile in his voice.

'Do you want it to?'

And for once, it is you with no reply. It doesn't hold the same gravitas as his—the Mandalorian's silence is intimidating, powerful—yours is unassuming and a sign of your fluster.

You flinch at the foreign sound that cuts through the air.

The Mandalorian chuckles—chuckles—your lack of an answer only confirming the direction his mind had gone moments earlier. He’s enjoying this.

That karking bastard.

Ire flashes in your eyes, and you bite the inside of your cheek in thought as you attempt to decipher his movements. He’s moved on to your other leg, repeating the tap of your leg so you can lift it up and he can slide the garment up like he did before. This time though, you hope to be better prepared—prepared to fight fire with fire.

You minutely rub your thighs together in front of him, and his fingers pause just for the briefest of seconds as you settle with your legs together. You smile inwardly to yourself, feigning innocence in your tone and expression, ‘So that they’re level with each other,’ you reason, gesturing to the pair of leather straps.

Right. He fixes the height of the second garter, ensuring that it sits at the same height of the first one.

You hum in satisfaction as they match up, squeezing his shoulder in assurance.

Repeating his same movements as before, this time more smoother and less nervous, Mando tightens the leather, and looks up at you for your answer.

‘Yeah,’ you reply in an exhale, this time not bothering to steady your voice and any nerves you might still have, ‘Just like that.’

He's completely still, staring at you for a few beats. You main eye contact with him as best you can through your t-visor, biting back a smile. He can see the glint of mischief dancing in your pupils, a common testament to your penchant for 'fun', and a boldness he had managed to catch wavering moments earlier.

Usually, he'd find it endearing. But right now, your definition of fun seems to be getting him hard in his flight suit. And now he has a hunt to do—it’s not the hunt that’s the problem, but how much tension will it help him release when you will be by his side in the straps of leather that he helped you out on, carrying the weapons that he taught you how to use? Yeah, he is completely fucked.

‘Mando?’

He blinks. What’s happening?

‘You’re done.’

Right. He retracts his hands from yours, decidedly not looking at your mostly bare legs as he lifts himself onto his feet. He immediately opts for the door, not caring about a ‘thank you,’ but you side step in front of him, stopping him in his tracks with other plans.

‘Thank you,’ you murmur, dancing two fingers up his chest plate. You lower your voice even lower, not meeting his gaze at you stare at the beskar. It speaks to the taboo and perhaps, the intimacy of your proposal, ‘If you want, you can help me take it off later.’

That hunt undoubtedly becomes the fastest you’ve ever completed together.

[moominnyu]

puppy love [eric sohn]

����🎀 mature content ahead !! minors don't interact

🎀🧸 — pairings: puppyboy!eric x gender neutral reader.

🎀🧸 — tw: nsfw. cursing. humping. cumming in pants (?). male masturbation. guided masturbation. handjob. light bondage. overstimulation. dry orgasm. ahegao. eric is desperate.

🎀🧸 — wc: 3139.

eric sohn is a handful, but that's nothing new to those close to him.

a beagle hybrid, he shares multiple traits of his personality with these canines— namely, his fun loving, thrill seeking tendencies, but also his energy and the tenderness with which he treats those dear to him.

you're no exception to this, of course, you're more often than not on the receiving end of his constant loving, a tongue that laps at your cheeks as a form of greeting and a tail that wags happily whenever he happens to lay his eyes on you.

but this innocent loving and this happy, merry personality isn't all that there is to him, isn't all that he shares with other dogboy hybrids and canines: eric also happens to be, coincidentally, incredibly lustful.

luckily, it doesn't come around that often; his heat, that is. he only gets it around two or three times each year, but when they do come, he can go days without leaving the house, secluded away in the privacy of your shared room, either with his fist pumping his cock, his hips bucking desperately into your pillow, or, on those days where you're feeling particularly charitable, or horny, slapping his pelvis against yours, empting his seed deep inside your hole. those moods of his seem to last for years, especially for him, and they're quite the struggle to go through.

you're on the kitchen when you feel him approach you. he looks over your shoulder to see you pouring boiling water into a mug, and waits patiently until you put the hot kettle away to wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “baby,” he whines, lowly, his face hiding in the crook of your neck.

“you want some tea?” you offer, and eric shakes his head.

“no, i...” he mumbles, lips brushing against your skin, hot breath sticking to your neck.

eric presses his whole body against yours with a heavy sigh, his tail falls limp as he slowly removes his arms from around you to grab your hips. his cock brushes through his basketball shorts against the hard material of your jeans, prompting a small whine from his lips. you continue to stir the sugar into your tea, “please,” he whimpers, his cock aching as it slams against your butt again.

the desperation in his voice makes you worry, he sounds so overwhelmed, almost overcome by this desperate need for friction, and you're never one to say no to your good boy, “what's wrong, baby?” you coo, pushing your mug all the way back to avoid any accident before one of your hands move to pet his head, “need my help?”

“yes, please,” eric's voice cracks when he whimpers as he gets the angle just right to feel enough pressure on his cock.

you manage to squirm away from his hug, eric letting go of you with reluctance, and he's quick, desperate to cling to you again once you've grabbed his face with your hands, bringing him close for a deep kiss.

“what do you need?” with your lips pressed against the skin of his neck, you feel eric shudder, “tell me and i'll give it to you.”

“i wanna, uh,” he's panting, sweat sticking his bicolored hair to his forehead, his whole body vibrates with revitalized excitement when he feels your hands creeping up his torso, below the thin hem of his sleeveless shirt, “would you let me...?”

there isn't much you can expect of eric's usual eloquence when he's in this mood— it clouds his head with an obssessive-like haze, makes him act like an actual horny dog, and there's no way to get him back to his senses until he's emptied that which he's achingly holding in, so you're reduced to nod, pulling slightly away from him to look at his face properly, “go ahead,” you tell him, knowing that he's still waiting for permission.

eric whines, again, desperately. his hips rut forward until they meet yours and he groans, his strong hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you steady as he begins to ram his hips with feral persistence. his thick cock gets enough friction for his eyes to roll back, watery and incredibly darkened by lust. you watch his face with concentration, your hand pushing his bangs out of his sweaty forehead; he's got his eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed and mouth agape and drooling.

“oh, fuck, yes,” eric grabs one of your legs and holds it against his chest, pushing you further against the counter and causing you to stumble lightly and grip his forearm.

“e—eric,” you stutter, your voice shaky as you now begin to feel it too, his cock that slams against your crotch.

if you're talking, eric can't hear. his head is spinning, heartbeat ringing in his ears and blood cursing through his veins in accelerated waves— it's almost too much: the delicious, somewhat painful, rub of his thick cock, covered only by the thin material of his basketball shorts, against the sturdy denim you're wearing; and the way you tremble lightly before him as he rubs his hard cock into you. “please, please,” his sharp fangs are made visible when he bites hard on the skin of his plump lower lip, unintentionally concealing the whimpers that spill past his trembling lips.

when he drops his head to your shoulder and you feel him trembling, you move your hands to the small of his back. “come on, eric,” you encourage, rubbing soothing circles into his skin, sticky and hot with sweat, and he whimpers, “let it go, baby.”

“ye—yea, i'm almost there, fuck,” he whines, angling his hips to rub up his hard, aching cock with more efficiency, gripping your hips tightly.

he's desperately grinding his hips, shaky moans and whimpers filling the air of the kitchen, being replaced with stuttered gasps and hiccups as eric's hips falter and tremble when he cums inside his pants, miserably, completely wrecked. he bucks his hips into yours, whimpering, trying to milk himself till the last drop, and you feel it, the thick fluids reaching the surface of his thin shorts and staining your own jeans as eric thrusts up every few seconds.

he remains completely still as he returns back to his senses, coming down from his overwhelming high, and you're happy to see your boy again when his tail flails around happily, ears perking up as he pulls away from you.

“did you really have to come hump me in the kitchen?” you say, sighing as you turn around to reach for your neglected cup of tea, “my tea got cold.”

eric chuckles, reaching to you pull you close to him again. he presses his lips to yours with a loud, exaggerated smack, “when duty calls, soldiers respond,” he says.

“alright, soldier,” you smack his arm lightly, snorting, “go take a shower, stinky.”

and he complies, happily and now completely satisfied, his tail wagging as he rushes out of the kitchen to head to the bathroom.

and you'd think eric would have gotten enough release to go by the rest of his day normally— really, silly you— but you're awakened in the middle of the night by a gentle, muffled groan that comes from the bathroom. half asleep, you turn to the source of the sound and notice the door open, lights on and a particularly familiar shadow with a pair of doggie ears and a fluffy tail coming from inside. you hear eric groan again and, curiously, get up from your comfy, warm bed to check on him.

there he is, your puppy, one hand against the bathroom wall to prop himself up, slouched uncomfortably towards the empty bathtub. his eyes squeezed in concentration, sweat trailing down his temple, rolling down the sides of his face. his hand gripping his hard cock that's flushed red at the tip, thick veins that throb with each harsh stroke against his rough palm, skin sticky and translucent with what, you assume, are the smudged remains of a previous orgasm.

intrigued, and certainly interested, you come inside the bathroom and close the door behind you, the sound startling a very focused eric back to reality, “having fun?” you tease, resting your weight against the door, a teasing smile laced with your words.

when eric whips his head towards you, you notice just how big the problem is. he looks like a complete mess, hairs tossled and pupils blown wide, his neck and face a matching heavy crimson color to the one of his throbbing cock, his expression one of frustration, interlaced with desperation. “n—no,“ he whimpers, fist still pumping his cock, “can't— can't cum without you.“

the thick substance sticking to the ceramic surface of the bathtub tells you otherwise, you think, but you decide to spare eric the questioning as you happen to understand exactly what he means: he can cum all he wants, but nothing will feel as rewarding and satisfactory as when it's you helping him get there. you know because it's not the first time, he's been in that predicament before, and you're always more than eager to help him out of it. "well, we've gotta do something about that, don't you think?” you ask, your bare chest pressing against his equally bare back as you guide him to face the bathtub again.

eric nods, eagerly, desperate, face flushed and panting, as he slowly removes his hands from his aching cock and drops his arms to his side, giving you space to work him however you want.

you have other plans, though. “no, no,” you purr lowly against the skin of his shoulder blade, making eric whine, “keep going.“

“b—but!” he tries to turn towards you, his ears and body twitching in desperation at the thought that you might not help him at all this time, “i can't! can't do it without you!“

“that's just because you're not doing it like me,” you grab each of his hands, guiding them back to his pulsing groin. eric hesitates slightly, but grabs it again without much of a fight. you feel him squirm against you as soon as his fingers touch his burning member, “gotta start slow first, remember? build it up a bit.“

he squirms for a second time as he follows your instructions, feeling like a puppy being trained— which, to some extent, he is— and growing conspicuously excited about it, his tail begins to wag to the best of its ability as it's caged by your body pressed against his, his ears rising, lively.

his throat makes a low whimpering cry when his grip on his cock gets tighter. immediately at the sensation, he's desperate, pumping his shaft with the same eagerness with which you caught him, prompting you to grab his wrist tightly, stopping his movements, “slow down,” you warn, the stern tone in your voice makes him whimper.

his hand is shaky, trembling as he strokes himself with a forceful, painfully slow pace. each stroke is clumsy and uncoordinated, as if eric is working hard against his own lustful mind to remember the way in which you do it. he's whimpering again when your hand places on top of his, “that's it, just like that,” you praise, “good boy.”

again, his tail wiggles lightly. it doesn't take him more than a few languid strokes to begin to shake, his legs parting open and back slouching as he curls in towards the bathtub. he squirms and jolts, his whole body tensing when he feels you grab the base of his tail with your free hand.

“god, i'm gonna— already, i'm— i think i'm—” he cries, whining helplessly as he continues to pump himself with a vice grip, achingly, tortuously slow, “can i? i, ahh, i can't hold it anymore.”

“then go ahead,” you murmur, the sound of your voice vibrates through every single one of eric's sensitive nerves, “it's bad to hold it in.”

eric's breath hitches when his own hand picks up the pace of his strokes, shamelessly whining and moaning sensually, as he pushes himself over the edge, “please, nnhg, baby,” his legs shake, threatening to give in as he works himself through his orgasm, spilling his hot semen in the bathtub, adding to the previous ones growing dry in the cold ceramic.

as always, it takes him a few seconds to come down from his high, a few seconds that he spends basking in the afterglow, trying to calm his breathing and go back to his senses. “tha—thanks,” he stutters, voice strained.

“mhm,” you shake your head, hands on his hips and chest still pressed to his back, “it was my pleasure.”

before eric has a chance to compose himself, he feels your hands hovering over his semi-hard cock. he jolts immediately, an involuntary whimper falling from his lips, “ba—baby?”

“let's make sure it's reeal empty, yeah?” you murmur, placing a wet kiss to the back of his neck, “we don't want you losing sleep again.”

“but i'm— i just—” his own loud whimper cuts eric off, his eyes rolling backwards when your soft hand slowly begins to pump his thick cock awake, “‘s too much, baby, please!”

“good doggies do as told.”

he's still shaking, hissing, whimpering, jolting helplessly against you as your strokes grow in speed. the overstimulation comes in painful, pulsating waves, and he's unable to keep still, squirming away from and into your touch with stuttered, clumsy movement of his tired limbs, “no, god, it— it hurts,” he hiccups, closing his eyes tightly as you, again, guide him to kingdom come.

he rocks his hips desperately into your fist, moans and cries falling from his lips, frantically, his body heaving in oxygen through stuttered breaths. his cock is sore, overly sensitive, but it drips with precum, his third orgasm of the night rapidly approaching and eric is happy to please you, proud to know that he still has so much to give to his precious human.

“ahh, ah,” he whimpers, high pitched and guttural, as he chases after his high with frantic desperation.

“c‘mon, eric,” you encourage him, “cum for me.”

your pace quickens significantly, rupturing a high pitched whine from the boy before you, the loud sound echoing off the walls as tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes from the overstimulation.

he sobs, helplessly, as he comes in your hand, some of his seed spilling on the bathroom's tiles, your arm hugging his waist tightly as he almost loses his balance due to exhaustion. he frantically rocks his hips against your fist to milk himself out until he feels all of his muscles contracting, his cock falling limp against his heavy, now empty, balls, before he slumps his tense shoulders with a long, strained sigh.

“there, there,” you pat his head, and eric responds with a wobbly, weak flail of his tail, his ears barely twitching, “you're such a good boy, eric.”

but eric can get quite demanding sometimes. his libido is high and, while he knows hybrids’ stamina and sexual urge is overwhelmingly high compared to those of humans, he cries and whines and demands that he has you there to please him, that nothing feels the same if you're not there for him, and, while you appreciate the sentiment, he needs to learn what boundaries are and when it's right or wrong to jump on you to satisfy himself. you ought to teach him a lesson.

so now you have him with his hands pinned over his head, wrist tied together by the pretty, pink leather collar that you bought for him, his name engraved in a shiny, gold plaque that tinkles every time he squirms and jerks under you. “you said you wanted to cum, didn't you?” your hand grips his cock as you talk, and you watch eric as he twitches and thrashes below you, sprawled out on your bed, the towel below him completely soaked with his sticky semen, and yet he's still hard, throbbing and aching, “why do you keep complaining like that?”

“i can't— i can't take it anymore,” he sobs, his beautiful eyes glossy and red cheeks stained with invisible trails of tears. he struggles against his bindings, “i came se—seven times, baby, please,”

“aw, you counted? that's cute,” you coo, your thumb pressing against his the leaking tip of his cock, smothering his precum along the shaft. he jerks forward when you press harder on his slit, “you should've known better before interrupting me when i was working,” you lean in to kiss his lips, tasting the stray, thin droplets of blood on the bruised, bitten skin, “now you're gonna have to take what i give you,” you say, shrugging in dismissal, “‘cause that's what you asked for, isn't it?”

the furious movements of your fist that grips his hard cock produce slick, wet sounds that have eric whimpering and shifting around, his hips thrusting harshly in beat with your strokes. his head is thrown back when he lets out a high pitched whine, and you take the opportunity to attach your lips to the column of his throat. “i'm— oh, i'm cumming again!” he's so overwhelmed that he sobs, tears rolling down his cheeks again and he looks so helpless, so wrecked, so deliciously vulnerable.

“cum, baby, be a good boy and give me another.”

pure ecstasy stains his innocent face, a feeling of euphoria has his body twisting and turning. he looks like an actual puppy when his mouth falls open, tongue lolling out as he pants and rolls his eyes back, whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. the pain is raw, it stings like a burn on his sensitive cock and spent balls, and he can't help nor hold the choked out sobs and hiccups that rip past him violently, much so like the orgasm that washes over him— the orgasm that's ardent, exquisitely intense like any other he's ever had.

“fuck, fuck, yes,” he cries, all whiny and desperate, “thank you! thank you!”

his cock twitches and jump in your hand, and you're expecting to be coated in the thick ropes of translucent white that eric's been so generously giving you for the past hour, but his cock twitches, and his cock jumps, and his cock throbs, and only a couple of fat droplets of semen spurt out of his tip. your sweet puppy eric has given you all of him, all that he had, and you're so, so proud of him.

“that's a good boy,” his droopy ears rise with a twitch, always happy, always thankful to receive praise from you, even in his dreamy, tired state, “good boys should get rewarded, don't you think?”

eric sohn is a handful, but that's nothing new to you. you just gotta train the needy out of him.

🐇🎀 — luna's notes: i'm crying i can't believe i finally finished this aksksha it feels like it took me years. i loved writing puppyboy eric, i'm gonna miss him</3

also, fun fact! did u know that male dogs cannot go into heat? it's a process that only female dogs go through when they're ready to be breeded<3 therefore this fic is biologically inaccurate but since eric is an actual dogboy in here i guess that ain't the only biologically inaccurate thing in here lmao. also i hate the word dogboy with an ardent passion idk it just sounds crass

[ohmysparkle]

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🍃 Pairing: Johnny (NCT) x reader

🍃 Length: 2K

🍃 Warnings: Smut, piv, use of recreational substances, sex under the influence

🍃 Note: originally a request on my previous account

Nsfw below!

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How did you end up here?

How did you end up here with him?

Your friend had said, "Oh, lets go have some beers with some friends."

Sure.

Your friend had said "Lets try this!" As she giddily took a blunt from one of the boys in the house. "Want some?"

Sure.

It was, quite literally, a blur form there, and the living area that was strewn with bean bags and cushions at some point became empty. Except for you...

And him. Johhny.

You had seen him before, of course. Sure, you knew his name. Did you have a crush on him? Perhaps. But had you ever been in any face to face situation with him? Not in your wildest dreams.

Yet here he was, and here you were, getting stared down by this gigantic sex god of a man that was in a horny and dreamy daze. Oh goodness, you felt like you were burning. Why was it so hot in here? Why were you feeling so stuffy, like you needed a breeze to cool you down? You had to get out, and away from him before the heat you felt continued to grow and further moistened your panties with the sweat in your thighs and cheeks... or was it -

Shit, you had to go.

And you tried, but he stalks after you with those long ass legs of him.

"Y/n, where are you going?" He asks, and it's the first time he's spoken to you. And... he knew your name.

"I need to get fresh air." You say, and your eyes meet. Sure, both sets are a little reddened but it doesn't stop him from admiring your features, your lashes, your glossy lips. He's never gotten to admire them this close, as he usually would het a distant glance at you when you shared the occasional class or outing with mutual friends. No wonder the following words come out so naturally...

"My room's upstairs. I have a balcony."

And so he takes you, and you feel like your just floating by with him pulling you by your wrist. You hardly acknowledge your surroundings once you're in his room, but he does keep is promise and open a little French door that peeks out to a balcony.

The breeze is welcome, and it blows up your skirt and you can feel that your panties are absolutely soaked.

“You good?” He asks. He’s suddenly standing before you, and you feel small, like you’re standing in his shadow.

You don’t recall who snaps first but his mouth is on yours, and everything feels hot and heavy and drowsy but hypersensitive. His mouth, wet and eager, swallows every little moan you make and he sucks on your tongue and you feel it draw a shiver from the back of your neck to your cunt.

His hand is soon up your skirt, it was sudden but it’s what you wanted - what you needed. And when he cups your mound with his large hand everything seems to fall into place, the kiss deepens, you moan.

“Wait!”

It wasn’t you. It was him.

“Wait...” he says, cupping your face, slightly rousing from his stupor, “we might be high as fuck right now but I need to know you’re ok with this.”

It startles you, it wasn’t just his respect that made your stomach do a flip, but you could see a tenderness in his eyes that surpassed his arousal as he searched your features.

“I... I really want to do this.” You whisper sweetly, and he’s gotten you feeling a little bashful.

You feel like you’re body is floating among waves, but his hands are keeping you anchored.

“I want this too. And I’m gonna make it good... I’m gonna treat you real good.” He says as he guides you to sit down on his bed. He’s almost giddy, he might have been bouncing had he not been mellowed out by the weed.

He kneels on the floor between your legs, and he doesn’t take his eyes from yours as he reaches up the pleats of your skirt to drag your panties down. The fabric is steamy and there is a wet patch - you’d feel embarrassed had he not smiled like a giddy boy at the results of his actions. Once the panties are at your ankles he realizes he hadn’t taken your shoes on and he fumbles as he tries to take it all of, but once you notice the predicament you both shuffle around together to get the shoes and their tricky laces off and a fit of giggles takes over you both.

They’re soon gone; the shoes, the panties, the giggles. His hands rest at your calves. He kisses your mouth one last time before he gently spreads your legs and bunches your skirt up, and he nearly drools at the sight he’s just exposed. What a beautiful cunt, with those pretty, tender lips that look like petals. He reaches to spread them with the pads of his index and middle finger, and he sighs when the brighter flesh inside your hole is exposed, along with those beautiful glossy fluids.

At some point you help his efforts, and your feet are planted on the edge of the mattress, spreading your legs wide open. The way this man looked at your pussy in awe made you feel more confident and sexy than you had in your entire life, it’s like you could feel the sheer energy of you pulling him in, hypnotizing him.

He watches your cunt with determination as he presses a finger to your bud and circles it with the upmost caution. He likes the sound you make.

And you like how he made you feel.

“Are you just gonna stare all day or are you gonna get to work?”

You’re both alarmed by the words that come from your mouth, but they arouse both of you even further.

“Fuck...” he groans, and he goes all in - he buries his face in your pussy without hesitation, gulping at your favor and roughly inhaling your scent. “Fucking delicious.” He says after swiping his tongue all over your labia in one thick stroke. You gasp and the clench of your muscles makes your pussy twitch just the slightest and Johnny swears he could just watch you like this forever.

So he’ll work towards that goal by doing a good job.

His tongue circles your clit, and he spreads your lips with his fingers to make sure he’s getting full access to that pretty nub, making sure he’s focusing his efforts there. Tiny little licks with the tip, just to tease you, and then he lets go so he can roam his mouth all over, up and down every fold, following your lines, sucking on your lips, teasing them ever so tastefully with his teeth.

And finally, finally he sucks the nub, he sucks and you can feel his lips on you and who the texture of his tongue greets you in his mouth. You feel every sensation he causes in your pussy send waves of pleasure all over your body, and at some point you’re threatening to fall backward but his arm hooks you by the waist and you grab on to the other.

At some point you realize the sensation on your hand are his fingers locked with yours. You grip him desperately as you begin to cry out, moan shamelessly, not caring who else is in the house.

He’s moaning too, just from tasting you, and imagining what you’ll both do next.

He feels you come against his face, liquids spewing from your sopping hole on to his face and he presses into your cunt happily to lap it all up. He pulls away and cleans his face with the back of his hand while making eye contact with you, but you’re trembling all over, panting erratically, yet still you cling into him and slowly he guides you to lay back on the bed, legs dangling off the edge and wet pussy exposed.

He kisses your thighs while he waits, nuzzling the soft and bouncy flesh with his face, feeling the softness of them with agains his skin.

“Johnny...” you eventually croak out, languidly.

“Yes, princess?” He replies eagerly.

“Do you have a condom?”

He bounces up to dig into his drawer and tears his clothes off faster than you could even notice. Once he’s completely naked he realizes the bedroom door was open and shuts it before you can see. You’re still blissfully dazed and starring at the ceiling, but as he edges toward you, you lift your head and you’re in awe at his tall frame, all exposed.

He strokes his cock to roll the plastic on him, keeping the wrapper in between his lips before blowing it off.

“Come here...” you say, as you reach out for him and spread your legs again. He falls into your embrace effortlessly.

Johnny kisses you, slowly and sensually, you can feel his cock sandwiched against your abdomen and his.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good...” he promises.

“You’re all talk.” You tease.

Maybe you shouldn’t have teased. When you least expect it you’re both adjusting and he’s pressed his head into you. You’re so wet, so relaxed, it just feels blissful. He pushes in and the feeling his heavenly, your legs jolt and bend. His body is completely pressed against yours, forehead against yours, breaths huffing into each other’s faces. Yeah… this is a feeling Johnny had been thinking about for a while, and it would take him a moment to relish in it.

You roll your hips to coax him further, and before you know it he’s hitting your cervix, you feel him press right there at that barrier inside of you, yet your certain he’s not in all the way. His first thrusts are slow and gentle, but at some point his body is heavy against yours and he rolls his hips with a smack against your thighs each time. You’re legs are wrapped around his waist, your hands roam all over his body, your sight is lost between his sultry eyes and his body and how his cock is impaling you, but he is focused only on your face.

He starts to stretch you further, impossibly further. You twitch each time he hits the limit of your wall. But it’s like your sucking him in deeper and deeper, and you start to feel an uncontrollable buildup.

“Johnny! Faster!” You manage to cry between moans.

You want it faster and harder and more and more and more... you’re reaching that point where you need his hard push to throw you over the edge. You plant your feet on the bed to begin to thrust along with him but he grabs your hips and kneels on the bed, he’s pulling you up in a way you’ve never been manhandled before, your hips raised and feet barely helping support you, and he’s using his hands to thrust your pelvis onto him, fucking his cock on you brutally. Every muscle in his torso and body are burning and the strain is evident in how they all flex.

You’re screaming - you’re screaming like you never have and it’s a mix of curses and his name and incoherent moans. You’ve never felt this, and you don’t want him to stop. At some point your weight collapses into his thighs but that doesn’t stop him, he’s fucking into you wildly.

You’re shaking all over and can’t make out the moment in which it ends. It’s like you blacked out from the bliss, and you only notice the change because at one point Johnny was fucking you and now he’s collapsed on top of you. You’re sure your skirt and the comforter beneath you are soaked with your fluids, and your clothes are drenched with your sweat and his.

He’s drowning you, with his weight, with the feelings. You can’t make a single move because he’s got you pinned down and his cock is anchoring you beneath his body.

“Y/n...” he eventually calls.

“Yes?”

“Would... you like to do that again some time?” You can’t see his face, but his breath shudders against your neck.

“Yes... but I’d also like to do it again now.”

[mochiable]

— how you met nct dream.

anon request: hello! i don’t know if you take this type of request but i would love a scenario on how you meet nct dream ot7 if it’s possible, thank you!

warning: one swear word

wc: 1.5k

₊˚✧┆𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞

you had been watching that cute boy on the badminton court playing with his friends ever since you had started working in the gym and you couldn't help but become more and more interested in him with each passing day. the noises he made when he hit the shuttlecock, the whimpers that came from his pink fluffy lips when he missed the expected shot and the way he frowned and puckered his mouth when his partner missed were some of your favourite things about going to work. yet you had never been able to strike up a conversation. never until this day, when his friends decided to take a break and go watch the football match, while he preferred to stay and practice a bit more.

"you're good," you complimented him once you approached him and threw him a bottle of water, which he managed to catch on the fly. "thank you," he replied flashing you a shy smile, causing his cheekbones to bulge. "where did you learn all that?" you asked sitting down on the bench at the side of the court. he turned to look at you nervously, setting the bottle down once he had taken a sip. "my father... well... he taught me, i guess," he replied, averting his gaze to anywhere on the court except your eyes. "and what do you like best about it?" you questioned him, watching the feather he was playing with bounce on the ground. "ahhh, i... i like badminton, i mean... i like it a lot, like... the... the... the rackets are really nice," he replied trying to find the right words, looking even more tender than ever and causing a smile to form on your lips. but just then his friends arrived, so you stood up and approached him. "nice to meet you, mark," you bowed your head and he copied you, failing to hide the blush on his cheeks.

₊˚✧┆𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

you snorted once more when the card of the hotel you were staying at wouldn't open the door. you had just taken a dip in the pool and were starting to get cold from wearing only a t-shirt over your swimsuit. you had already used every curse word the dictionary had and still the door wouldn't open. until suddenly you heard a click and it did, so you hurriedly tried to enter. however, something a little softer than the door blocked your way, making you bump into it or, rather, into someone.

“can i help you with something?” the boy smiled kindly as two others a little taller than him appeared from behind. you frowned, looking at the number painted on the door and then looking at the number written on your card. it was then that you realised your mistake, “shit! sorry, sorry. i've got the wrong room,” you apologised, trying to hide your embarrassment and nervousness. “is your room next door?” he asked leaning the side of his body against the door frame, to which you nodded, “i hope to see you again then,” he spoke, as the other two boys who hadn't moved yet tried to hide their laughter. you smiled still a little self-consciously and turned around with the intention of getting out of there. “nice outfit, by the way.”

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢

you were taking the dog for a walk in the park as you usually did, but this day was a bit different. you let the dog loose, trusting him completely, although you regretted it after a second when you saw how he ran away from you, starting to chase a boy riding his bike. you ran after him, calling his name and wishing you were born with more stamina, because your lungs weren’t strong enough for that. the boy slowed down when he noticed the animal running after him, who didn't think twice before jumping on top of him and knocking him off his bike, licking his face while getting petted. when you managed to get to where they were, you apologised repeatedly, getting several "don't worry" from the boy, smiling with amusement at your furry friend.

“i hope your dog doesn't attack me again,” he laughed softly, hopping on his bike and riding off, reassuring you that there would definitely be a next time.

₊˚✧┆𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

in the summer you worked in a flower shop, you didn't get paid much but it was enough to pay for your studies. that day, your boss sent you to the most famous dance company in your city to deliver a bouquet with yellow sunflowers, something strange you had to admit.

leaving the lift you bumped into a handsome guy who apologized for not having noticed and almost destroying those beautiful flowers. as an apology he offered to guide you to your destination and you, a bit shy, accepted shyly. you could notice the look of confusion when you pointed out where you should deliver the sunflowers and, when you entered the room, he didn't hesitate to speak.

“so the flowers are for me, you’re the one sending them?” he approached them to smell their soft, fresh scent and then looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. you shook your head slightly, watching an amused pout form on his handsome face, “how bad, i would’ve wished to receive such a gift from someone so pretty.”

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡

Songpa Naru Park was perhaps your favourite place to spend the afternoon when you didn't have too much to do. coming here, watching the almond blossoms swaying in the wind, listening to the swallows singing and watching families having a good time were your favourite images. you couldn't miss the photographs, you were nobody without your camera and your snapshots.

at that moment, watching the black and white ducks arguing over which part of the lake belonged to each of them, you felt a flash in your right profile, which made you startle and your camera, which was in your lap, rush to the ground. however, a big hand prevented that horrible disaster.

“forgive me,” the stranger apologised, “i didn't mean to,” he showed you his perfect white teeth as he returned the camera to your lap. “did you take a picture of me?” you asked looking in his direction, remembering that bright light. he looked at you with regret and put his hand to the back of his neck, scratching it nervously, “sorry about that too.” you gave him a tight-lipped smile and lifted your shoulders, “don't worry, it's all right,” you replied turning your gaze back to the lake, “it’s beautiful, isn't it?” you asked, watching him out of the corner of your eye. “yes, very pretty,” he replied, looking at your picture on his camera, which brought another smile to your face, a bigger one this time.

₊˚✧┆𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘

you were definitely lost. maybe if you hadn't listened to your brother, you would now be at the restaurant where your parents were waiting for you. but obviously, he didn't want to use the gps as he had "memorised the way". and this is when he forced you to roll down the car window and ask some stranger for help.

“excuse me, could you tell me where Las Torres restaurant is?” you asked a handsome guy, wearing a loose summer brown shirt. he smiled at you and asked for your phone so he could write it down for you, which you readily agreed to. “here you go. i’ve drawn you the official route, but also a small detour that will get you there faster,” he explained, handing you back the phone through the window. after thanking him and saying goodbye, he gave you a smile with a wink, which caused a slight blush to appear on your cheeks. you soon learned the reason for this gesture. he hadn't asked for your mobile phone just to guide you, but to write down his number as well.

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚

you were having dinner with a friend at one of your favourite restaurants, celebrating the end of the school year and another year of your friendship. however, you weren't paying full attention to your friend, as you were busier watching the boy who hadn't stopped looking at you all night and who, when you looked back at him, looked away, blushing slightly. halfway through dinner you could notice his friend saying something in his ear, looking in your direction, and how the boy's eyes widened while he began to shake his head. but suddenly, the other boy stood up and, ignoring his friend's prayers, approached you with a mischievous smile on his face.

“good evening,” he greeted, interrupting your conversation and resting his hands on the table, “you've caught my friend's eye, but he's too shy and cowardly to come and ask for your number himself, so i’m here to make his dreams come true,” he addressed you with confidence and amusement, pointing to the sweet boy who was now covering his face with the tablecloth. you finally decided to write down your number on the napkin and your heart skipped a beat as the boy smiled shyly at you after receiving the piece of paper with your number written on it.

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a/n: this is my very first multiple scenario and i have to admit i’m very nervous about it. i’d really appreciate it if you could provide me with some feedback and tell what do you think of it! hope you liked it, love you<3

[yannowhatigiveup]

A Blinded Kiss

I haven’t posted anything recently so I dug around in my WIPs to see if anything was even worth posting and I found this that I made a while ago. It certainly isn’t the best but it isn’t the worst out of all my other WIPs.

"Is this really necessary?" The bluenette asked, eyeing a blindfold given by her brotherly figure.

"Of course it is Pixie!" An older man with two-toned hair replied, way too over enthusiastic about the whole situation. "It's a great way to find your way around the manor”

"And it's a great family bonding experience too!" Another man in the room replied, even more enthusiastic than the first.

"Fine, I'll do it Jay" the blue-eyed girl huffed, twirling the blindfold between her fingers. "What are the rules again, Dick?"

Dick beamed at the girl before answering. "Well Mari, it's simple. Put the blindfold on, count to fifty, spin around and try to steal a hug from anyone in the manor"

"So I have to walk around the manor blindfolded and try to sneak up on you? You know that's impossible!" Marinette exclaimed, she would not go around the house looking like a touch-starved fool.

"That's exactly why we're doing it" Jason replied, shrugging his shoulders. "It'll last a long time."

After a few seconds, the blue-eyed girl sighed, giving in to both Jason and Dick. "Fine, if that's what makes you happy" Marinette wrapped the matte-black fabric tightly around her eyes, already struggling within the first few seconds. She began counting and she heard the two scuffling away, smiling while being able to tell which direction they went in. In the mean time, Marinette debated her options.

'Both Jason and Dick would be the ideal choices but they'll be able to hear me from a mile away. Tim would be the most logical one since he's half asleep, but where does he even go in this maze? God knows where Alfred is, Mr Wayne is scary. Damian-' She paused her train of thoughts, granted Marinette had only met him a few days ago but that didn't stop the crush she had heavily try to cease. 'He'd probably hear me from a mile away as well. This game is so unfair'

Soon enough, Marinette reached fifty and spun herself around, she used a bit too much force than needed so now not only was she blinded but she lost her sense of direction. Giving herself a minute to recover, the bluenette began to walk. Using her improved senses, thanks to the miraculous, Mari was slowly able to create a theoretical map in her mind, though it did take much more energy than she desired.

"Fighting an akuma is easier than this" The bluenette muttered as she hit her thigh along the corner of a wall.

Even though she was using her enhanced abilities, she'd pump into a corner or a wall every now and again, the amount of times increased when her energy was being used. After wondering a hall for what seemed like hours, the bluenette came to a staircase, one that she ever so carefully used to get to a higher floor. Once she did, she kept a hand on one of the walls, using it as a guide. Soon enough, her hand came to what felt like a doorframe. The door was closed she could tell but it was recent used due to the fact that the doorknob was warm. Making sure not to intrude, she knocked on said door, she almost missed the muffled 'come in' had she not been paying attention. Marinette opened the door, went in and quickly shut it behind her, taking a deep breath.

"Okay I hope you don't mind but which room is this and whose in the room? Dick and Jason thought it would be a good idea to walk around the manor blindfolded while trying to sneak up on them" The bluenette huffed, only to freeze when she heard a familiar chuckle.

"I've heard, you're in my room, It's Damian just to clarify" 'Sh-' "So, what task must be fulfilled to give you permission to take the blindfold off? I doubt you want to keep it on any longer" Marinette giggled.

"You're right, I would probably get lost of I continue. Um, I have to 'steal a hug' apparently"

"So you have to hug someone without them inspecting it" Damian came to that conclusion to which the bluenette nodded her head.

"Yeah that's basically it, hey do you have anywhere I could sit down? I'm getting tired..."

"Of course, my bed is five steps to your front and two steps to your right, make yourself comfortable" She wasn't sure how red she had gotten but she obliged anyway. Had she not been wearing the blindfold, she would've seen Damian smiling at her flustered state. Giving herself a moment to regain her energy, Marinette turned to where she presumed Damian was working at his desk. "Can I hug you? Jay never said I couldn't ask the person first. I-I won't if you don't want me to! I just wanted to ask so..."

She heard the boy thoughtfully hum before he made his way over to her. From what she could tell, Damian was now in front of Marinette, looming over her.

"Did Todd or Grayson say it had to be a hug?" Marinette tilted her head in confusion and thoughtfulness, that had never crossed her mind before.

"W-"

"What happens if I kiss you instead?"

The bluenette didn’t reply with words as she knew how terrible her words would be in her flustered state. But she wanted this, her heart longed for it in a way it never did for anyone else. Instead, she nodded, giving the green-eyed boy permission to do as he wished.

She felt his hand lightly tilt her chin up towards, where she presumed, his face was. Then he pressed his lips onto hers, his other had behind her head, tugging at the fabric around her eyes. Marinette felt bliss, she was glad that no one else would interrupt this moment. Shivers went down her spine as she felt Damian’s hands travel up from behind her neck and to wear the blindfold was knotted, gently tugging at the binding. She was glad that when her face was free from the fabric that comprised her vision, the first thing in her line of eyesight were Damian's deep emerald eyes, the shimmered the same way they had when she first laid eyes on him, she'd been enraptured ever since. The boy, however, was smirking as he noticed the pink that dusted her face. Without a moment passing, she threw herself the green-eyed boy, delivering a hug. As she pulled away, her hands cupped his face and she returned his embrace with one of her own. When she pulled away once more, she smiled in satisfaction at his flustered expression.

"When did you realise you had feelings for me?" Marinette asked softly, her forehead pressed against his trying to regain her breath.

"That's a very easy question" Damian stared lovingly into her eyes. "I fell the moment I saw you take down that Akuma three times your size" Her eyes widened.

"You know about me being Ladybug?"

"The same way you know I'm Robin"

They both smiled, creating a truce to not reveal anything.

"Well I better get going, see you later." She got up from the bed and opened the door, only to turn around and say "Je t'aime mon cœur" before exiting the room, leaving a blushing Damian.

Marinette walked back down the stairs, the piece of cloth in hand and small love-struck smile on her face. When she entered the main living room, she came face to face with the owner of the manor.

"Oh hello Mr Wayne"

"Hello Marinette, I see you managed to get the blindfold off" The older man gestured towards the piece of fabric in her hand. "And please, do call me Bruce. Who did you end up surprising with a hug then?"

She smiled brightly before replying. "Damian"

His usual formal demeanor broke for a moment but Bruce quickly picked the pieces back up. "He didn't attack you or injure you in any shape or form?"

Marinette decided to play the oblivious little girl. "No..? Why, does he do it often?" Her head titled in confusion.

"Nothing it doesn't matter" Bruce simply sighed and shook his head. "Also, there's something I'd like to discuss with you at dinner, if you don't mind"

"No not at all, I'll see you at dinner then?" Bruce nodded and left, leaving Marinette alone in the room, waiting for her honorary older brother and his brother to come in. Which they did but only after some time, it was hilarious to see them crouched down, talking to each other in hushed voices. They flinched as she cleared her throat, both slowly turning towards the sound to find a smug looking Marinette and a blindfold whipped around her finger.

"I win"

~~~

Most of the occupants at the table were either in an all out war or were about to be, except for Marinette and an exasperated Bruce Wayne.

"So Marinette" The eldest Wayne began, silencing the rest of the table. "I hope you don't mind me asking but when you were off searching for Jason, you mentioned attacks that have been occurring in Paris, is this true?"

No one failed to notice the girl flinch. "Yeah it's true"

"...how bad are the attacks? In your opinion"

"Well it depends on how strong the person's emotions are really. If their emotions are strong, then the Akuma is strong too"

"What's the strongest akuma that Paris has seen?" It was Tim who asked and memories of the event began swimming through her mind, she got rid of them with a shake of her head.

"The deadliest akuma Paris has experienced was an akuma called 'Syren'. She's a regular person but, as an akuma, she managed to kill around 2 million people. But don't worry! Ladybug's cure managed to bring them back to life"

"D-did... did you die, Pixie?" Jason asked, his anger mixed with worry was boiling over and luckily simmered after seeing her shake her head.

"Do you think the heroes of Paris would let heroes from the Justice League come over to help?"

Marinette contemplated for a moment, should she really risk the heroes getting akumatized? "I think they would but I wouldn't know"

Bruce nodded while Jason leaned over the table to talk closer to his honorary little-sister. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't want to bother you"

"You're not a bother, Pixie" Jason smiled at the bluenette on the other side of the table. "You never are and you never will be"

~~~

Marinette returned to Paris a few days later, in the mean time, Bruce and the rest of the batfam were planning their visit to the City of Love. Soon enough, the vigilantes were boarded on the plane. Their flight to Paris was relatively silent. After a few hours, they landed and the vigilantes waited on the Eiffel Tower, only to find out there was a battle going on. Before they could engage in the fight, they were engulfed with magical ladybugs that seemed to fix anything destroyed. As they were mesmerized by the cure, a certain spotted-heroine wobbly landed on the platform. Batman was first to notice.

"Ladybug" His voice caused the others to turn around. "Thank you for allowing us into your city"

Ladybug nodded, not uttering a single word.

"We were hoping, with your permission of course, that we could help you be rid of Hawkmoth once and for good" Again, Ladybug didn't reply. "Ladybug?"

When the heroine didn't respond, Batman glanced at Nightwing and the rest of his sons, clearly something was wrong. Unexpectedly, Robin took his glove off, approached the Ladybug-themed hero and placed his hand onto her forehead.

"You have a fever" he stated, his hand trailing down her face to cup her cheek. His family all shot him weird looks. She tiredly blinked at the vigilante, recognising him as Robin and allowed herself to fall into his arms, detransforming while doing so, leaving a burning hot Marinette.

"Dami?" He hummed. "Take me home, please..." She drifted off to sleep, comforted in her lover's arms. He glanced at his family, holding the bluenette close.

"Pixie...is Ladybug?" Red Hood's voice was first.

"You didn't know?" Robin's voice mocking confusion, enraging Red Hood that his youngest brother knew something about his sister that he didn't. Even more so that his demon brother was holding said sister,

"We should take her back home" Dick went over to feel the girl's forehead. "She's burning"

"Tikki?" Robin asked and a red creature flew out from one of Mari's pockets, startling most of the people there.

"I'll try to heal her on the way, follow me"

The floating red creature flew down from the Eiffel Tower, Robin and Marinette close behind. After some hesitation, the others followed, they ended up on top of a bakery. One by one, they entered through the trapdoor on the balcony, finding both Damian with his mask off and a weak looking Marinette. Despite her enfeebled state, the bluenette greeted each vigilante, her gaze landed on Jason.

"It's just a fever, I'll be fine"

Jason removed his helmet and ran a hand through his hair before both settled on his hips. "You don't look fine"

"I promise I am" She wasn't convincing, not at all.

"Fine" Jason huffed, he could never truly say no to the girl he viewed as his little sister. "But since when were you two a thing" He pointed at the two, his gaze resting maliciously on Damian.

"It's all thanks to you, you know" Marinette smirked at Jason's confusion. Tim snickered as he seemed to catch on to what she was saying.

"Had you not organized that 'blindfolded game', I doubt we would be together at this moment" Damian supplied the information, clearly unfazed by the burning rage in the eyes of his older brother.

"Baby Bird's all grown up" The eldest Wayne son overdramatized wiping a fake tear, Batman sighed at his two eldest sons while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Get your fucking hands off her, Demon Brat!" Jason tried to lunge at Damian, only to be stopped by both Dick and Tim. Though his fury only grew when Marinette snuggled closer to the green-eyed boy, both smirked in victory over Jason's horrified appearance.

Marinette was now part of the family in more ways than one. Though they wish they had found out in better circumstances, they would be able to take down Hawkmoth once and for all, side by side, all together. And to think this all happened because of a silly blindfold game.

[siimjaeyun]

blue bag- jay park

genre: fluff, angst, bad boy au

tw: street violence, mentions of gangs

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Jay's reputation at Belift wasn't exactly a secret to most people. The loose uniform with the leather jacket, covered bruises, and exposed tattoos were noticeable to anyone who bothered to pay attention.

Most people would like to assume to not judge him by his appearance, but his character matched it to a tea. He never bothered to give anyone the time of the day, much less even look in their direction. The only people who received such privileges were his closest six friends.

Or anyone who dared to cross his path- including the slight punches he's thrown at the occasional classmate.

But people couldn't see behind his intentions. Like the time he almost beat one of uppers to a pulp when they tried picking on jungwon his first year. All good intentions.

On this fateful day, the teacher had thought a slight change would mix things up. Instead of placing Jay in the back by himself like usual, he placed him right beside you.

"Hi Jay!" Your warm welcome startled him to say the least. Sure, he was used to love letters by other girls, but you didn't really look at him that way.

He stayed silent and placed his head back onto the desk. At the end of class, you bid him goodbye and walked out with your friends who seemed to tattle over him almost immediately.

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After yet again another argument with the rivaling gang leader, he finds himself cornered in the back of an alley way. Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to think you could fight five men at once.

Tired, and out of breath, he's barely holding onto himself before there's a final blow to his lower stomach, collapsing onto the ground before him.

The men are about to approach him, this time, aiming towards his back, but retreat at the sounds of a siren.

"Here, hurry! They might come back." He looks up and finds it's you, carrying a bag in one hand and reaching out towards him with the other.

"Get lost." Jay, who is too stubborn to ask for help, attempts to get up before his knees give up on him.

"You can't walk. Stop being a bitch and let me help you." You swing his arm over your shoulder, and pull him up, guiding him towards the exit of alley way. At the closest convenience store, you rest him on a bench, bringing a towel to his face to wipe off the blood from his brow and lip.

"How did you see me?" He barely manages to ask.

"I didn't know it was you until I saw your face, which is very beat up by the way." He observes quietly and patiently waits for you retreat the towel from his face, slowly admiring the way you move your eyebrows while humming a small beat. 

“I’m done. I’ll call a taxi to take you home so you can finish up. I’m going to assume this isn’t the first time you get beat up.” Jay, snapping back to reality, stands up quickly and blocks your view of the street. 

“I can manage. Now go home.” He nods towards the direction of the grand city. 

“You can barely walk. Either I take you home, or text someone to come pick you up.” Jay immediately takes the second option, and searches quickly for his phone before realizing he must of left at it home. 

“Go ahead, call the taxi.” He mutters under his breath. The bright lights signal to him that he has arrived, and in silence, you drop him off, and leave, not letting Jay even look back and say a quick ‘thank you.’ 

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If Jay didn’t know any better, it’s almost as if nothing had occurred yesterday. He’s still wearing his black mask to cover up his bruises, but you walked in with a smile and the same welcome from the past two weeks. 

Usually, he would turn the other way or not even bother to look at you, but his slight nod was reassurance enough. 

At the end of class, he was almost the last to leave, given that he had woken up from napping the entire class. Rather than seeing the empty room he was used to waking up in, he saw you again in front of him, holding a blue bag. 

“Here. Eat well okay?” You left the bag onto his desk and walked out again before he could respond. He stuffed the bag into his backpack and went towards the lunch room he was used to meeting his friends in. 

“Jay’s late and beat up. What a surprise.” Sunoo’s snarky comment doesn’t catch him off guard, and instead pulls out the blue bag from his backpack and rests it on the table. 

“Oh? Jay brought lunch? Quick, let’s rate his cooking skills.” Before Jay can react, Heeseung had already snatched it from the table, pulling out a Tupperware with a sticky note on top. 

“Who’s y/n? And why did she call you a loser?” Heeseung asks, opening the container to a bento box. 

“No one, now give it back.” Jay takes back the container, almost admiring the contents inside. 

It was the first time his heart began to take notice of you. 

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Everyone was quickly suspicious about Jay’s relationship with you. It all started with him publicly going to you and thanking you for the food. Then it was the constant good mornings when you would welcome him at the beginning of class. Then it was the morning coffee, and walking you to class in the morning. He was practically stuck to you when he wasn’t with his friends. 

“You know, I think Jay likes you.” One of your friends mentioned casually, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Stop taking those rumors too seriously, he’s just paying back a favor.”

Yet, your friends weren’t the only ones who were beginning to notice. Most noticeably, Jay’s very own friends. 

“Sunghoon, I don’t like her, so can you shut up?” Jay, almost irritated by the constant confusion of emotions. 

“So, you wouldn’t mind her being so close with Sunoo?” Jake points at your direction. You laughing and trying to hold yourself together while punching Sunoo in the arm. 

“No. Of course not." Yet, he still finds himself burning holes into Sunoo's skull as he sees you wrap an arm around his neck to pull him into a head lock.

It seemed as if that was the last straw because in the next moment, Sunghoon was attempting to prevent Jay's next big mess.

"Get your hands off him." Jay commands, catching not only your attention, but those around him as well.

"Relax Jay, she's just playing around." Sunoo gets himself out of the head lock, and looks at your face who's been cleared of any laughter.

"I'll see you later Sunoo." You can't even look at Jay in the eyes before walking off with another friend.

"What's wrong with you? You know she wasn't hurting me!"

"Don't talk to me right now Sunoo." Jay storms off in the opposite direction while Sunoo turns his head to the side at Sunghoon.

"Am I going to die?"

"Not yet anyway. I think if you stay off y/n, maybe it'll extend your life line." Sunghoon states honestly.

"What do you think would happen if I told him she's my cousin?"

"I don't know but I've never seen Jay so..like this. Its a good look on him."

However, Jay is his full fledged rage, begins to shove everyone in his way including a poor freshman who happens to fall in front of your locker.

"Jay what the fuck!? Are you okay?" You crouch down and reach your hand out, giving Jay a bitter feeling.

"Is this how you catch men? You pretend to be the good guy?"

"Excuse me?" You repeat, shocked at Jay's sudden attitude.

"Nevermind just stay away from me? Got it?" You don't even process the words before he dashes off, ignoring his friends who are attempting to catch his attention.

"Sunghoon, what's his issue ?" Sunghoon only let's out a heavy sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

"It's not my business, but I can assure you that anger won't end well."

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And it just so happens that Sunghoon's response was quiet accurate considering Jay's familiar situation. He's been long enough member of his gang to know what territories they're not exactly welcomed.

Yet, he doesn't care and does so anyway because anything is better than having to imagine you with some one else.

"Haven't seen you in a while Jay, must have been busy hmm." The leader mocks him, but it only infuriates the pent up anger within him causing him to land a punch at his gut.

"Don't test me." And as if history repeats itself, he finds himself once more cornered in the back of an alley way. With the collection of bruises forming on his stomach, one could tell he was a kick or two away from a good surgery.

"Jay! Stop!" He curses himself mentally when he watches you run towards him.

"You better leave pretty one...I mean unless..." He approaches you, reaching for your chin to tilt it sidewards, leading to Jay using his last strength to push him off you.

"Don't touch her." Jay grits his teeth, earning a smirk that quickly turns into a frown at hearing the sound of police sirens.

"You got lucky this time." He flees the scene leaving you again with a bloodied up Jay.

"You promised me to not fight anymore!" Jay chooses to ignore you and limps away to a nearby post.

"And I told you to stay away from me y/n. I don't need people like you to worry about me because they pity me" He responds.

"How am I not supposed to worry when you left so suddenly? One moment we're good and the next you're mad at Sunoo and everyone?" You place him on the stair case while getting your first aid kit ready.

"How am I supposed to stay away when you worry me? Do you have any idea how fast I ran here with this when Jake told me you weren't at your house?" You continue to apply a bit of alcohol on his open cuts.

"I'm sorry, I was upset. I saw you with Sunoo earlier and I don't know what came over me. Sunoo is so darn perfect, and what about me? I was afraid you'd leave me." Jay mumbles the last part quietly, but you manage to hear it well.

Without much hesitancy, you press a light kiss onto his bruised and swollen lips. He gasps slightly but manages to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I'm not leaving okay, I'm here to stay if you want me to." Jay grabs you and pulls you in for a hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Please stay." He mumbles, letting his grip on you get stronger. He stays there for a while, before looking at the blue bag in your hand.

"What's this?"

"I brought some dinner because I figured you would be too lazy to do it yourself and end up eating frozen nuggets again." He smiles slightly before admiring your features.

"I really like you y/n.." Jay confesses, still in the position of hugging you.

"I like you too Jay...I really do." A grin forms on his face and he drops another kiss on your cheek before leading the way out.

Perhaps Jay wasn't exactly perfect, but you always knew he was more than ready to love and learn by your side.

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a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts haha, but I figured we could all use a little fluff with everything going on :( <3