#idk I'm not always good at tone but this is not me hating on anyone

[biquinntile]

Regulus Black's Patronus

if you hc, something different I totally respect it. I know I've seen a lot of folks pick a lion, with him being named after the brightest star in Leo, but I'd like to give my arguments for why I think that isn't the case. I will be using wizard in a gender neutral sense since the Old Hag didn't want us to have a gender neutral term for magic-user smdh

Firstly, it's very hard to not associate the lion with Gryffindor, and I think that an important part of Regulus as a character is the fact that he is a Slytherin. Our leading Slytherins have this running theme of redemption and forgiveness. Regulus's story was really brought up during Draco's time as a Death Eater apprentice or whatever, when Draco was battling with his morals and his duty and his fear. It was supposed to be this parallel because Regulus was the same age when he was recruited into the Genocide Gang. Like, I cannot stress enough how important it is to his character that he was a Slytherin, he was a Death Eater, he was from an elite pureblooded family who were no strangers to dark arts let me tell you that. He had no reason to question his beliefs, to rock the boat, to step to the Baddest Baddie of the time, especially when I'm sure Regulus knew better than anyone what he was capable. Let's remember that not every Death Eater had a dark mark...but Regulus did. And he did it anyway, knowing he could and would day. He did it like a Slytherin too, using trickery and telling no one. Working in darkness. Kreacher was the only being for over a decade that even knew how he'd really died. Tell me that's not a Slytherin at work smdh. And thank Merlin for his Slytherin work ethic. All this to say I loathe any implication that Regulus should have been in Gryffindor or he would have been in another world. He was a Slytherin AND a good person. That's who Regulus was.

Secondly, I think a very important detail about Regulus is the contrast between him and Sirius. The House of Black is a well-known, established family of pureblooded wizards, predominantly Slytherin to boot. They're the elite, the wealthy, and their family's reputation holds a weight in wizard society. People know who the Blacks are, and Walburga and Orion aren't exactly great parents, if how they deal with Sirius shows us anything. I might be drawing too much from my own experience with a judgmental and strict household of dickhead parents, but while some's reaction to a toxic and strict household was to rebel and fight back and go toe to toe with their parents, like Sirius, I felt I related more to Regulus. Being as perfect as you can, never disagree, figure out how to do what they want before they even ask so they can never get upset and mistreat you. Regulus is obeying where Sirius would break the rules, despite them both being able to acknowledge that the rules are broken and/or wrong. They were too different to be able to understand each other, both attributing the other's reaction to a gluttony for misery. Regulus, to me, represents a person that had their entire life laid out in front of them by his family, and yet his final moment is about choice, his ability to decide for himself what he believes is right and wrong. For me, I feel like him being in Slytherin is important because he would have believed that the Sorting Hat decided for him because he was from the Black family, but we all know that the Sorting Hat gives suggestions more than anything. He chose to be a Slytherin the same way that Sirius chose Gryffindor, but they couldn't understand each other's choices. Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Brothers turned strangers by the hands of Fate, molded by their experiences without any understanding of what the other person was making. It's devastating.

Thirdly, I'm sure you're thinking, "Okay, tough guy. So his patronus isn't a lion! So what is it then?" Honestly, I'll sign on to anyone who has evidence for why. Patronuses actually tell you a decent amount of information about what kind of wizard you're dealing with. I think his would be a fox because the fox embodies a lot of the more positive qualities of a Slytherin: cunning, quick wit, mysterious. There's a playful mischief there, which is what I imagine Regulus has when he starts getting comfortable, smoking weed in Barty Crouch Jr.'s basement, you know what I mean? I also have this really strong headcanon that Regulus and Sirius were very close before Sirius went to Hogwarts, but with Sirius gone and absorbed in his new Gryffindor friends, Regulus spends those two years hanging out with Kreacher and getting deeper in the pureblood propaganda his parents spit out, driving a huge wedge between them...but before all that, I like to imagine that Sirius used to try to comfort and protect Regulus from the shittier parts of their family, and I imagine that he'd open up the big windows and tell Regulus stories using the constellations, something they both grew up connected to by their family's tradition. I think that Sirius would not have paid attention to all the stories though, and I could see him grabbing from whatever stories he could remember. I like to imagine him telling the story of the Fox and the Hound, unlikely friends, that go up against Narcissus, the flower that was obsessed with its own reflection or The Banshee, the angry mother that would scream until your ears bled. Silly stories told slightly different by Sirius's embellishments and stitching in things he'd forgotten. I don't know it's a soft headcanon but apparently strong enough that I am here making this post, advocating for his patronus to be a fox. So. there's that.

All this to say, don't listen to me if you don't want to! Believe whatever you like, none of this is real. I just kinda wanted to organize my thoughts about it because I've been thinking about him for a long time, and I feel very strongly about this...clearly...lmao

[cursingtoji]

ᥫ᭡ 𝐬𝐨... 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰?

— where satoru comforts you after breaking up with toji

gojo being lowkey yandere, fem reader, toji is the ex, mentions of baby trapping, reader is older, gojo calls her senpai (almost as a mock), classroom smut, fingering, gojo has to wear a condom and he hates it, he’s also a bit pathetic and in love, reader is a bit of bitch. 4k (this was supposed to be drabble idk what happened)

“i know what you’re thinking” gojo’s voice breaks the silence in the classroom where you were supposed to be grading papers but instead has been looking through the window for god knows how long now.

the sudden appearing happens after gojo catches your lost gaze on the field some of his students were training at. he saw your profile looking down at your desk, then after a few minutes you looked through the window until your eyes set on gojo’s protégée and the son of the man that broke your heart.

“but if you keep doing that megumi will get creeped out by you” gojo simply manifested in your classroom as soon as he realized you would stay in trance not even noticing your fellow teacher staring back at you from below.

“whatever, he never liked me anyways” you brush off, then remember what he said before, “and what the hell makes you think you know what i’m thinking?”

“ah, you forgot? i have an eye or six for this sorta thing” he points to his blindfold.

“you saying you can read minds now, you freak?” your relationship with satoru always had that dynamic. toji usually got very annoyed whenever he was in the same room as the two of you, he tried to pull you away or make an excuse for you two to go back to his place. deep down you knew he felt some type of way whenever you and satoru banter like that.

“please you’re so transparent i wonder how megumi haven’t seen it yet, i'm concerned that he might need glasses…”

“just say what you wanna say, satoru.”

gojo, on the other hand, didn’t need an instinct to see how jealous and possessive toji could be when he was around. all that gojo needed to say was one word to trigger the old man.

“every time you see megumi you think about him, don’t you?” he takes a step in your direction while you sink in your chair looking away, “senpai.”

gojo never showed respect for anyone, he was scolded several times by yaga because of it, utahime tried to hit him whenever she could, demanding formal treatment since she was his upperclassmen. but you, for whatever reason he decided, was the only one he used that honorific with.

“he’s his kid, of course i’ll—“

“ever since i heard about your breakup you’ve been acting like everything is fine, except for when you see megumi, then you frown,” gojo extends his index and taps the space between your eyebrows “and your cursed energy increases” he then sits on your desk looking down at you, “don’t tell me megumi had anything to do with why toji—“

“of course not” you stop him, although megumi was never fond of you, you know he’s a good kid and wouldn’t try to get in the way of your relationship with his father. as far as you know, he’s not particularly close to his old man either. actually, anything related to toji — bets, races, you — is automatically disregarded by him.

“then you gotta stop looking at him like he did something, or before you realize your energy towards him will become hostile and i can’t let that happen” gojo’s tone became more severe, it’s one of those rare times where he drops the playful persona in order to get serious. truthfully, megumi did nothing, but you can't unsee toji when you look at him, especially after seeing what your ex-boyfriend used to look like in the old days when he showed you some photos. it never occurred to you before, since you barely saw megumi anyways, you're not his sensei and in your free time you were with toji so there wasn't much time to get to know megumi since they don’t live together since the boy was five. you suppose gojo is right, pushing your hurt feelings away only makes them come out stronger when you see anything that reminds you of toji.

“that’s not gonna happen, i have my energy under control” you cross your arms, feeling exposed under gojo’s gaze even through the mask.

he stays quiet for a second, then his annoying tone is back.

“what did you even see in him anyways? he’s definitely not a good guy.”

“that’s rude, toji is—“

“did you think you could change him or something?”

“i— no, why—“

“from what megumi said he was cheap as fuck so it was definitely not the money” he rubs his chin.

“gojo, i swear—“

“was it the sex?”

you widen your eyes and close your mouth, not having a simple answer for that.

“jackpot” satoru whispers.

“fuck off, satoru” you raise from your seat but he raises too, blocking your way and trapping you against the black board and his body.

“you stayed with that guy for years just for the sex?” he has a mocking tone that makes your blood boil.

“no! and that’s none of your goddamn business.”

“and you’ve broken up, what? two months ago? you’ve been all this time without sex?” you raise your hand ready to slap his face or punch his nose but he sees your movements faster and catches your wrist, “don’t be like that senpai, your energy is getting hostile again” he takes all the time in the world lowering his blindfold and letting his hair fall down while staring at you with those freaking blue eyes, “although, on second thought i think that might be mmm… sexual frustration? it’s a color i never seen in you before” he grabs your wrist firmly.

“you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“oh but i do, senpai. i’m just wondering how you haven’t downloaded a dating app or tried to rub one off yet” gojo knows exactly which buttons to press to make you wanna stab him, or worst, make you wanna fuck him.

gojo gets closer to your face, so close you can smell his aftershave, and just the realization that it’s a different scent from the one you were so used to makes your heart ache and your clit throb.

“or did you?” he’s fast, gojo catches your phone on top of the table putting it right in front of your face to unlock then moving away from you to check it, “definitely no dating apps” you yell his name and try to snatch your phone back but he puts infinity on and you can’t reach him, “browser history?”

“satoru, you have no right, gimme that” your face is hot with shame.

“nothing either, well i suppose your camera roll…”

“no!”

“aha” he deactivates the invisible shield and right when you think you can retrieve your phone he turns you around, holding your arms behind your back and pressing your back against his chest, “is that what you use to get off?” he puts the phone in front of you, it’s opened in the gallery, more specifically in a part filled with lewd videos and photos.

“not bad, you could make some cash outta this” gojo puts his chin on your shoulder, playing a video which clearly was filmed by toji, his dick is getting in and out of you from behind, he gets a close look with the phone, his glistening dick shining under the flashlight while your pussy stretches to accommodate him. you press your legs together remembering the feeling, you’re not even struggling to get out of gojo’s hold by the time the video ends.

“you don’t need to get off by yourself, you know?” he smells your hair and kisses your ear, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“that was forever ago” you reply, at the time you thought satoru was going to use that against you, just wait for an opportunity to drop that bomb on toji’s lap and proudly say he fucked his girlfriend before, but whatever image you had of him back then was proved wrong since no one knows about your little escape with gojo till this very day.

“and wasn’t it good? huh?” he presses, sucking the spot on your neck that has you throwing your head back.

“yeah, it was” you confess, too sensible from the light touches to rethink your answers.

“see? i can make you feel good so you don’t become a little monster” he trails his hand on your thigh, pushing your skirt up until he finds your underwear, playing with the hem to tease you then pressing a finger on your clit.

“so charitable of you” you mumble sarcastically.

“i would gladly do this favor to you” he replies in the same tone, “even though you still own me.”

“for what?!” you close your legs around his hand turning your head around to look him in the face, not even considering a world where satoru did you any favors.

“for raising your boyfriend’s son? you really think you would’ve had a sex life with an eight year old summoning pets around the house?” he raises an eyebrow.

“don’t pretend like you did that out of the goodness in your heart, if megumi didn’t have the ten shadows you wouldn’t have bat an eye if toji sold him to the zenin’s or whomever.”

“you sound just like him” gojo’s eyes get darker, now he has your clit slowly rolling between his thumb and index over your underwear.

“besides— hng i came in the picture years after you took megumi… so don’t blame me” you wiggle your ass on his crotch.

“a ‘thank you my favourite kohai’ wouldn’t hurt” you sincerely laugh at that, never thinking of satoru as your underclassmen since that fucking minx is everyone’s exception on their cursed technique due to how powerful he is, so him being below you somehow was never a posibility, at least not strength wide.

satoru pushes your underwear to the side, rubbing the wetness all over your pussy and teasing your entrance.

“five years” you murmur as he inserts a finger then pulls it back to join his middle one too and go back in.

“hm?” satoru gets quieter, after talking so much and having so many things to say you’re surprised he stayed silent for a whole minute.

“last time you fucked me, it was five years ago” you get comfortable on his hold, his leg is between yours, serving as support for you to lean on while he scissors you.

“that long huh…” he sounds… sad? no, maybe nostalgic.

“crazy, right? so much has—“ you sigh when he curls his fingers, “changed.”

satoru take a long sniff of your hair, keeping a pleasing rhythm with his hand, it feels like giving someone a massage. he could go crazy and have you stripped out of your uniform a while ago, fucked you on your desk and left after marking your body and giving your ass a mean slap.

he could still do that, but whatever feeling bloomed in his chest has him enjoying this moment with you in his hold, stroking your insides and smelling your shampoo while discreetly rocking his hips on your behind for some relief.

he almost feels sleepy, the relaxed state has his mind going other places. he thinks of a world where he can tease you under your uniform every other day, you would tell him the school is no such a place for that then the day ends and you go home with him, holding hands, and finally when you arrive home he gets to finish what he started. then, he cooks whatever quick meal he can find the ingredients for since he knows you don't like to cook, afterwards you fall asleep on his lap on the couch as he strokes your hair, your belly is full, your heart is warm, you feel loved and he feels—

“toru~” he comes out of the trance he fell at when you call for him, he thinks for a second you were calling his name cause you felt he was off, but in reality you were calling him cause you are getting close, “right there” your breathy moans makes gojo smile and kiss your temple.

“where? here?” he pretends to not know, when the truth is he never actually forgot after your first time together, “right here, senpai?”

“y-yeah” you throw your head back, shutting your eyes to give in to the orgasm. gojo looks down at your pretty face, he feels the urge to kiss you right now, but he wants you to ask for it first. your walls clench around his fingers, he strokes that spot sweetly, like he's caressing a pet.

which is an ironic comparison since he’s the one that would gladly accept being your pet.

when you open your eyes gojo is staring at you silently through half lid eyes, it is truly a shame that he keeps those hidden for so long.

“desk, now” you demand needly.

“yes ma'am” gojo picks you up easily, moving the papers on top of the table to the floor.

you immediately go for his belt, choosing not to comment on the wet spot on his pants.

you feel a pressure on your chin as he guides your head up to look at him.

“ask me” he pleads.

“for what?”

“for a kiss” you smile, looking at his lips and how inviting they look. you ponder if you should tease him for it, since he's been teasing you with words a lot today, but then you chose to comply, despite going through your phone without our permission and claiming your frustration comes from lack of dick, he's actually being good to you.

“gimme a kiss” you raise your chin higher, he gazes at your lips and eyes, looking for something other than lust, yet he gives in, sealing your lips with his trying to keep his mind away from thinking of the man that had your lips previous to him. and how dumb that motherfucker is to let you go.

gojo's lips are soft, he starts gently which feels foreign to you, but it doesn't take long before his hand presses your lower back, pulling you closer until his cock hits your clothed cunt. the warmth he feels is enough to relish the passion in him, he kisses you harder, tongue intruding your mouth like he's trying to devour you.

the wet kiss also awakens your urge for him, you pull his cock from his underwear in the tiny space between his and your crotch, the second it's out it's already against your folds, the leaking tip hot against your skin.

“nuh-uh you better have a rubber” you push your knee onto gojo’s pelvis when he starts to rub himself on you to spread your wetness on his shaft.

“did you make toji wear one too?” he raises a questionable eyebrow at you, willing to bet all his heritage on the answer.

“he had to earn that privilege” you reach for gojo’s wallet, not failing to notice the black cards and considerable amount of cash, “i don’t know what you do after 6 so…” you take the packs, ripping it open yourself and rolling on him. with a face and body like his you doubt gojo spends most nights by himself.

“unbelievable…”

“satoru” you warn stroking him slowly, “can i get another kiss?” you bat your lashes. gojo comes closer, his nose even touches yours, then you feel his hands on your waist, turning you around till your elbows and chest are against the table and your skirt is being flipped over, underwear pushed down.

“you have to earn it, senpai” he spits the words against your ear as he pushes his dick into you. until a few moments ago, satoru was composed, happy to accept whatever crumbles you chose to give him. you managed to trigger him by saying toji still had something he couldn't have.

he's still gonna go through this — that's how whipped he is for you — though now he’ll be less gentle.

his cockhead hits your spot, nothing accidental of course, satoru knows your spots like the back of his hand. you whine and arch your back, satoru pouts realizing he won't get to suck some hickeys on the skin of your back and shoulder, not now at least, but the night is young.

“c'mon satoru, don't be like that” you look over your shoulder, licking your lips at the sight of him sweaty, flushed and frowny.

the sound of his name in your voice makes him want to cum on the spot, he dips his head on your neck sighing, not stopping thrusting your behind. he wanted to feel you so badly, why the fuck did you make him wear a condom? he's clean, of course he is, he's gojo satoru for heaven's sake! even viruses are afraid of him.

or was it something else you feared?

“hey… you on the pill?” he lifts his head slightly, his voice still muffled by the material of your dress.

“you’re not fucking me raw, satoru.”

“just wondering… you said you didnt wear a condom with him, so what kept you from getting knocked up?” he wiggles his hand between you and the surface of your table till hes palming your belly.

“you keep bringing toji up a lot, obsessed much?” you tease him, avoiding the answer, gojo pinches your clit.

“please, he wishes. now tell me. iud? implant? injections?” you push him away turning around then pulling him back.

“okay, you clearly had sex ed classes, now shut up and fuck me right” gojo takes your leg and places on his shoulder, you bite your fist to contain your moan, the new position makes easier for him to nudge your clit with his pelvis.

“i could be fucking you better, you know how?” he bites the skin of your leg, not harshly but enough to make you yelp, he smiles, giving a particular hard thrust that makes your eyes roll.

“condom stay on, satoru, i can’t risk getting preg—“ you slap your mouth. satoru stops.

“you’re not… on anything?”

“listen you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?” you cover your face, “i had a pregnancy scare a few years ago so… gosh why am i even telling you this…”

“go on” gojo massages your thigh.

“toji got a vasectomy. birth control wasn’t working for me anymore and it was only a matter of time before— well it doesn't matter. you can see why you have to use it right?” you place your elbows on the table, sitting up enough to see the look on his face, it’s not what your expected to see.

satoru looks like a child that just found out where his parents keep all the sweets. he’s grinning, dick throbbing.

“yeah, i see now” he bends, holding your neck and kissing you, he makes the kiss feel like a ‘thank you for trusting me’ but if this was a cartoon his shadow would have horns and a pointy tail.

all he can think now is exactly how to make you his, he can sweet talk you into allowing him to hit it raw, promising to pull it out, then… whoopsie.

the new discovery gives him a different kind of stamina.

“don’t worry, your secret is safe with me” he kisses your cheek after leaving you breathless.

he plunges in and out, a rhythm that has you seeing stars. gojo craves you so much, he’s quite bothered by all the clothes and the need to keep it down, otherwise he would have torn your dress apart and have you screaming by now.

“fuck— keep doing that” you run your nails on his undercut, gojo mewls and take your other leg, pushing it further to go deeper. he sees the white ring around his cock, getting high on the sigh of it combined with your pussy illuminated by the natural light coming from the window behind him.

he wonders if toji ever fucked you in a classroom like this, then he shakes his head, not allowing the image to form in his mind, instead he focus on you, and how your pretty face contorts as your orgasm approaches once again.

“so fucking pretty” he whispers quietly.

you attempt to lower your legs. feeling it’s gonna be too much.

“nuh-uh keep them here” he pushes back, “so tight” he closes his eyes.

you’re a moaning mess at this point, almost forgetting where you are.

“that’s right, let it go baby” your legs shake as your orgasm hits you, satoru can see the shape of your cursed energy peaking then getting softer.

he fucks you a little more, trying not to think about the condom trapping his dream of knocking you up.

god, you would look so fucking gorgeous carrying his baby, all round up for him to showcase around. he would do anything for you, you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

if only…

“fuck“ he fucks his load — into the condom unfortunately.

after the initial high goes away he starts to hear his students asking where he went and why he’s taking so long, “wait here, i’ll take you home.”

“you don’t have to” you smile, poking his cheek.

“oh i do, i’m not done with you” he takes your hand from his nape and gives it a kiss before pulling out and throwing that despicable rubber into the bin, making a mental note to empty that bin outside where the evidence of what happened between two teachers is not so easily discoverable.

you sit up adjusting your dress and looking around, “did you see my…”

“nope” gojo leaves the classroom pushing the material of your panties further into his pocket.

gojo had the weekend of his dreams, he convinced you to stay in his place that night and the next one too, he rubbed your sore legs after you came so much you were spasming then made you breakfast, it almost made him believe of a happy ending for the two of you.

a dream that was shattered when, a few days later you returned from a mission and stood by the entrance of the school kissing… toji.

gojo watches the scene from above, a frown on his face.

“yeah i was surprised too” he almost forgot that megumi was with him, “thought she finally created some sense” he confesses.

gojo doesn’t say anything, he watches silently as you tiptoe to kiss toji, the fucker doesn’t even hold you right, he keeps his hand in his pockets and lets you with all the effort.

“meet you in the classroom in five” gojo disappears from megumi’s sight.

on your way to report your mission to yaga you see satoru leaning against a tree. you say his name in a surprised manner, not having prepared what to tell him beforehand.

“listen, i— hm… i thought you should know that toji and i are back, so—”

“did you tell him?” his arms are crossed.

“about… us? of course not.”

“why? don’t you think he should know?” you hear the challenge in his tone.

“no, and you’re not gonna say a word to him either” you step closer to him, trying to look intimidating which can be difficult due to the height difference, “may i remind you that between the three of us there’s a teen boy who would not appreciate the drama.”

“look at you, using fushiguro as an scapegoat” he smiles at the look of anger forming on your features, “it’s fine, i’m just a bit surprised at how quick you were to go back to him, that’s all.”

“let’s be real, satoru. it’s not like you were going to take me on a date or anything” gojo pulls you by your wrist, your body hits his, the sudden proximity has your eyes widening, anyone could see you and take the wrong conclusion. i mean, it wouldn’t be wrong but you didn’t want any conclusions to be taken for that matter.

“this is not going to be the last time and i don’t give a damn if you’re dating him or married or widowed.”

“satoru!” you shout his name in a whisper, immediately rejecting the idea of becoming a widow.

“you can tell toji or not, i don’t mind fighting him” he pushes himself out of the tree and past you. megumi is grown now, of course he still needs a lot of coaching regarding his skills, but emotionally speaking, he’s been a grown up since he was six.

before going to his classroom as promised, he teleports himself to yours, picking up the bouquet he left at your desk then teleporting to the fountain across the campus where he rips the paper that holds the flowers together and lets it all fall into the water.

satoru watches it for a moment, hurt but still decided to go through with his plan.

he wonders what would you tell toji if you got pregnant, maybe you could convince him the child is his, a miracle. then when the kid comes out with white hair and blue eyes you’ll have no choice other than be with him, the father of your child, the man who truly loves you. gojo satoru.

[songmingisthighs]

ateez reacts to you catching a bouquet at a wedding

group : ateez

pairing : ateez (individual) × reader

genre : relationship, romance, crack ?

wc : 3 k

warning : idk relationship ??

a/n : my impulse strikes again

buy me coffee ?

hongjoong

From the moment the mc announced the bouquet catching session, Hongjoong was tense. He sat slightly straighter and his eyes were wide as his attention was focused on you who joined the other people on the floor.

"Oh look, he's about to shit himself," Wooyoung snickered as he sip his cocktail. Seonghwa smacked his younger friend on the chest and shook his head, "Don't be an ass, bouquet toss doesn't have to mean anything," he said as he shifted his eyes to his frozen friend. "Is he even functioning?" Mingi asked, peering over to wave a hand in front of Hongjoong's face, noticing how the older only move to take small sips of his scotch. "I am, thanks for asking," Hongjoong answered in a monotonous tone, everything he had was put solely on your excited form, not knowing how to feel about you possibly catching the bouquet and expecting things.

What Hongjoong didn't expect was expecting for you to actually catch the bouquet and feeling happy when you did it. He couldn't possibly forget the look on your face as you ran back to him to show off the pretty arrangement. "Did you have fun?" He asked, can't help but cracking a smile as you sat down on your original seat next to him, making the others disperse to give you two a moment. "Of course I did, look!" You giggled, showing off.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see people looking at the both of you and he began getting nervous again. Noticing this, you reached your hand to grab his and smiled, "Don't worry Joong, I'm not expecting anything from you. It's just a fun activity to see if anyone would embarrass themselves," you leaned in to peck him on the lips gently, "So you stop looking like you're about to shit your pants, okay?" You said as you stood up and walked off to your friends.

It was at that moment that Hongjoong realized that he really do want to spend the rest of his life with you. You were so understanding with him and you could always seem to calm his irrational fears. Maybe people were on to something about wedding bouquets.

seonghwa

In all honesty, you never thought of joining the others in the bouquet toss because a. it's cheesy, b. it's barbaric, c. you're in heels and you'd make a fool out of yourself. But it seemed like Seonghwa REALLY wanted you to join in, failing miserably to "subtly" encouraging you. Who'd say 'It's good to get a bit of movement' ?? Your boyfriend Park Seonghwa, that's who.

So you found yourself amongst other people in the middle of the floor, looking at your boyfriend who was grinning at you by the sidelines. "I hate you," you mouthed at him to which he replied by blowing you a kiss, "I love you too," he mouthed back. You could've just walk away but your boyfriend wanted you to do it and honestly, you'd rather comply to the bouquet catching than the other thing he wanted to do. In public space. Semi-public place. Or an open space. Or basically just... A place.

You weren't even paying much attention but somehow you managed to catch the bouquet, it just fell into your hands after three people fought over it on top of your head. The whole crowd couldn't help but stare at you in your dumbfoundedness for a solid five seconds before errupting into a big cheer. The crowd made a path for you to go to your boyfriend and your body just moved on instinct, welcoming his awaiting hug and breaking out of your trance when he pecked your lips. "Seonghwa, I swear, I don't-" you wanted to explain but he just grinned widely, "Guess you're just lucky," he chuckled as he placed his hand on your back to guide you back to your seat.

Little did you know, Seonghwa pulled the bride to be in cahoots with him, making sure to aim the bouquet at you and hope for the best because in a week's time, you'd change your status from being his girlfriend to his fiance.

yunho

Weddings are always your and your boyfriend's thing because neither one of you can resist people in fancy clothing dancing like goofy dorks. And the celebration of love and whatever but mostly the goofy part.

That particular wedding, you and he were pretending to be someone else. Each of you have characters, personas that you assume to mess with people. It's not his fault that people believed that he's south korea's first classically trained didgeridoo player who won an award for breakdancing to mozart. You wondered why he and you hadn't got caught yet for making a mockery of someone's marriage ceremony. A mockridge ceremony.

Not even when the bouquet toss happened did you two start to pay attention. Because you both obviously didn't. You both were doing subtle goofy dances by the edge of the circle, completely immersed in the song they played to wind up the crowd, giggling at each other like lovestruck fools. The last thing you remembered was raising your hands in the air, hearing someone yelled 'the bouquet!', then when your hands dropped back down, you were holding said bouquet.

With wide eyes, you stared at each other dumbly for some time before Yunho broke into a fit of giggles while grinning dumbly. "Guess I really need to learn the didgeridoo so i can turn you into a didgeri-i-do," he joked. You rolled your eyes and slap his chest without trying to hold back your own wide grin from his lame wordplay but also the very unique situation. "What if it's a didgeridon't?" "Not possible, you love me too much," he teased, kissing your lips with the crowd cheering behind you two.

yeosang

You love your boyfriend but you sometimes hate how seriously unserious he is. For example, who would think about why perry the platypus was teal? Who would suddenly ask if you have a bandaid in your purse only to put it on Seonghwa's leg and ripping it along with his leg hair? And lastly, who would start a bet at someone's wedding? Oh yeah, your boyfriend.

"And what will you give me if I do catch the bouquet?" You challenged, raising an eyebrow with crossed arms as you leaned back on your seat. Yeosang pursed his lips for a moment before shrugging, "We can iron out the details later but for now, let's just say it's anything you want and same wager if you lose." "You're on," you pointed at him before standing up, leaning close to his face and squint your eyes, "Get ready to eat dirt, you no-good loser. Love you," you pecked his lips before skittering away to join the forming crowd, leaving Yeosang smirking in amusement.

San pulled Yeosang to get a closer look at you, standing a bit further away but close enough to see you clearly. "Look, she's standing a bit out, she's gonna lose this bet," Yeosang pointed at you to San who furrowed his eyebrows, "I don't know man, look at the determination in her eyes, she might kill someone to win your stupid bet," he stated. And true to what San said, you actually jumped into the air with no trouble despite your mid-length skirt and heels, catching the bouquet and landing safely in front of Yeosang, making eye-contact with him. Your boyfriend stared at you with widened eyes and when you raised an eyebrow at him before turning around to face the crowd, he could feel his lips curling into a grin, amused.

Laughing, San leaned back slightly and muttered to Yeosang, "You're so screwed man, she's gonna play you like a damn fiddle." And that's when Yeosang's grin fell.

san

Everything is truly fun and games in your relationship with San. In a good way, of course. He has a knack of finding the fun in everything, even the most serious situation.

"Honey, you have to get that bouquet," he panted after rushing from the dessert bar to your table. Your furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "What are you talking about?" "The bouquet toss!! I heard Wooyoung, Yunho, and Seonghwa hyung are doing it so you have to do it too!" He said, grabbing your hand to tug you up. "Me? You're the competitive one, you do it!" You said, slapping his hand away to sip your champagne. San raised an eyebrow and spoke in a monotonous tone, "I heard Wooyoung saying you don't have it in you to win against them and the crowd." Well, that ticked you off just right. One second you were sipping your champagne, and the next, you downed the whole flute, "Move," you hissed, pushing San out of the way and stomp over to where they were preparing for the bouquet toss, San hot on your tail grinning like an idiot.

It wasn't even a real competition yet he was hyping you up like how a coach would. He even motioned for you to elbow Wooyoung and anyone else if you had to (which of course you won't because that's crazy, you're not an animal, and it's so not worth the hassle if you're charged with assault). But as much as he was excited for your participation, that excitement trippled when you really did catch the bouquet (and managed to "accidentally" knee Wooyoung in the gut). He couldn't help but run to you and spun you around. You grinned and let him hold you, liking the attention and utter pride San had for you. "That's my baby!" He exclaimed happily, causing people (mainly girls) to squeal and swoon at how sweet you two were being.

mingi

"Babe, what if I caught the bouquet?" You asked your boyfriend who had his eye on his cake but turned when you called him. "This bouquet?" He asked, pointing to the arrangement in the middle of the table. You chuckled and shook your head, "Sweetie, that's a centerpiece and I won't be able to catch that," you then nodded to the bride, "That's a bouquet and the thing she will be tossing. I wanna catch it," you stated determinedly. Mingi simply shrugged, "Then catch it, I'm rooting for you," he grinned, leaning down to peck your lips.

You knew you shouldn't expect anything, but you know the meaning of catching the bouquet. So in your wedding haze-infused head, you thought that it was Mingi's way of hinting about the future. Particularly your future together. So you excitedly skip over to join the others, determined to catch the bouquet and see if your boyfriend would do something about it.

Your determination proved to be fruitful because you did catch the bouquet and the moment you did, your friends (especially the male ones) went over to pat Mingi on the back and shook hands with him. He was looking around confusedly, not understanding why he was being congratulated when it was you who caught the bouquet. He wanted to ask you but you were still surrounded by people and there was no way he could get to you.

Thankfully, Hongjoong came over but judging from the smirk on his face, Mingi wasn't sure if he should be glad. "So happy for you man. When are you gonna do it?" Hongjoong asked. Mingi scoffed at his older friend and crossed his arms, "My sex life is not up for small talk, hyung. What are you, raised by animal?" Hongjoong rolled his eyes though he wasn't too surprised. "Not that, dumbass, I mean proposing! When are you gonna do it?" The confused look on Mingi's face was hilarious and concerning and to be frank, Hongjoong didn't know which he should address first. "You do know that catching the bouquet means that you're gonna be married next, right?" After hearing that, things started to make sense to Mingi.

Rushing to you once the crowd dispersed, you were surprised when Mingi grabbed your shoulders, "Does this mean I have to propose now?" You simply rolled your eyes and pat his cheeks, "Not right now sweetie, this is our friends' big day. But soon would be great and I hope it would be a grand gesture," you smiled sweetly and pecked his cheek before walking off to get a drink, leaving Mingi there dumbfounded.

wooyoung

It started off as a joke. You know your boyfriend and you know how he likes to play things cool like as if he doesn't care but he so does.

"I'm telling you, I will do it," you said seriously, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows at him. "I know and I'm telling you go ahead," Wooyoung shrugged oh so simply with his arms also crossed in front of his chest. Quite frankly, you wanted him to be affected even if it's just slightly like raising his voice, squeaking, or even laugh like a damn witch possessed by a tea kettle. "I'm telling you, I will really do it," you took a step away from your boyfriend, closer to where people were gathering. But Wooyoung simply shrugged again, "Okay? Do you need me to change shoes with you? Trade outfits so you can move better?" Now he was starting to sound condescending so you simple huff and stomo away and as soon as you were away, Wooyoung cracked a smirk.

"You're going to hell for this," Seonghwa sighed as he sidled up next to Wooyoung who was watching you closely. There was still a stupid smirk on Wooyoung's face, "Might as well, hyung. It's about time hell has a new ruler." "You know this can potentially end badly right?" Seonghwa asked, "And a meteor could potentially hit earth at any given moment yet here we are still functioning as a society," Wooyoung said as he pat his hyung on the shoulder. Just as Seonghwa was about to answer, Wooyoung shushed him because the mc announced that the bouquet will be tossed and he wanted to see you succeeding.

As much as he was an ass, Wooyoung actually liked how you two interact. He loves you and he likes the relationship a lot. Which was why there were no question or hesitance to his plan.

It wouldn't even matter to him if you caught the bouquet or not but as it happens, luck was in his favour and you actually caught the bouquet. In the midst of your utter excitement what with cheering and jumping happily, you didn't even realize Wooyoung standing behind you until people started hushing and all eyes fell on you two. You turned around to see Wooyoung looking at you so intently and your eyes widened considerably followed by people gasping when Wooyoung got down on one knee slowly. "(y/n)..." He started, smiling gently at you which made your heart beat faster and eyes watering.

Then he looked down and tied his shoes before standing back up. "Come on, I wanna take a picture to show my mom," he nodded to the exit before walking away.

Not just you, but the whole crowd of bouquet toss participants were looking at you with their jaws slack while some people in the back (Yunho, Mingi, San, and Hongjoong) laughing their asses off.

"Jung Wooyoung!" You hissed as you followed him once you realized what had happened. Wooyoung was holding his laughter as best as he could, knowing that being riled up like this, you'd definitely like the surprise he has for you at home.

jongho

Never would anyone guessed that Jongho would be such a simp of a boyfriend. Then again, no one (his friends) thought he'd even be a boyfriend considering his aversion to skinship, cutesy talk, and any and all forms of love being displayed proudly.

"You're so disgustingly in love, it's sick," Wooyoung cringed, looking at how Jongho was looking at you with a dumb smile and lovestruck eyes. "Shut up hyung or else you'll die alone," he retorted, smile ever present and even widening when you turned to look and waved at him. "Can you not make googly eyes while she's about to seal your fate of marrying her? It's so... Simpy," Wooyoung stated again. Thankfully, Yeosang slapped his best friend on his neck to shut him up, "Let Jongho be happy with his premature engagement," it was then that Jongho realized that Yeosang was also making fun of him.

But he couldn't care less. He shrugged and crossed his arms, "If she wants that, I'll go buy a ring tomorrow," he challenged. Mingi then scoffed from his standing position behind Jongho, "You won't even buy me a candy ring, how are you gonna buy your girlfriend an engagement ring?" To which Jongho scrunched his eyebrows and turned to look at Mingi, "I think you just answered your own question."

No amount of noise could disturb how focused Jongho was on you. His eyes followed over your every move with curiosity, affection, and worry, a combination that got him teased endlessly by his friends. But it wasn't as bad as when you actually caught the bouquet and you immediately ran to your boyfriend who got out of his seat to wait for you with open arms.

"Jongho, look!" You showed him the bouquet with a happy grin on your face, "I caught this for you," you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at him. Jongho chuckled at your adorableness and nodded, "Thank you, darling, I appreciate your effort," he said before pulling you by your waist back to your seats. "No fair, I got him whiskey just now and all he said was 'where's the ice?'. It's favouritism!" San whined. Jongho simply pushed his chair closer to yours and draped an arm around your shoulder to bring you close to him, "What can I say? You're not (y/n), hyung," he smirked before leaning down to whisper in your ears, "And I'm willing to give you anything you want," he said before pecking ypu on your cheek, making your whole body heat up at the insinuation. From both the sfw and nsfw spectrum.

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Invisible Smoke - C.S.

athr's note: idk if i hate or love this BUT M BACK!!!

warnings!! ANGST NO COMFORT. Mean!Chris (selfish, no emoional responsability, yells at the reader and insults them). Yelling, Swearing, Fighting, Being uncomfortable, idk if i missed anything.

summary! Y/N struggles to adjust to the new dynamic in her relationship with chris as his fame startes to rise, and their time together becomes slimmer. what happens when Y/N stands up for herself?

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It had been a few months since that fateful night at the noisy party, the night when fate had brought us together. I had been wearing my favorite pair of heels which, as luck would have it, had broken just as I was walking towards the bar. It was then that I spotted Chris, looking at me with an amused smile playing on his lips, and I mustered up the courage to ask him for help.

To my surprise, he not only fixed my heel but also struck up a conversation with me. His blue eyes stood out against his pale skin, which was shining in different colors from the lights around us. We had exchanged numbers amidst the chaos of the party, and that was the beginning of our story.

Fast forward to the present, and I found myself sitting at the dining table, surrounded by my new family. Chris was sitting to my right, but it felt like he was miles away from me. Matt was on my left, and Nick was in front of me, while MaryLou and Jimmy occupied the two ends of the table. I couldn't help but feel like something was off.

Chris seemed distant, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that he didn't have any time for me anymore. I had been struggling to adjust to this new dynamic in our relationship as his fame started to rise and our time together became slimmer, and it was taking a toll on me. As the night went on, I found myself lost in thought, unable to fully enjoy the company of my loved ones.

His words reverberated in my head, and I felt my heart sink as I realized the severity of the situation. We had just arrived back at my apartment, and he was pacing around the kitchen while I sat on the sofa, my hands covering my head as tears streamed down my face. He watched me cry, his face devoid of any emotion as he spoke in a cold, harsh tone.

"Can't you just be normal?" he asked, frustration evident in his voice. "I'm asking you for one basic thing, and it's not that hard." He walked up to me, towering over me as his hands swung around in anger. "I didn't mean to, okay?" I tried to explain, my voice shaking with fear. "I just wasn't feeling good, and I didn't know how to express it." His face contorted with rage, and he let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, Y/N… you're so selfish, you know that?" he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You never think about anyone else but yourself." As he looked down at his feet, I felt a wave of despair wash over me.

The person I loved most in the world was standing in front of me, but he seemed like a stranger. The hurt and anger in his eyes were too much for me to bear, and I knew that something had changed between us forever.

I stood up, feeling my anger taking over me while tears started to pour out of my eyes. "Well maybe if you would've asked me what was wrong none of this could've happened," I muttered, my voice trembling with emotion. Four long months of taking his constant criticism without uttering a single complaint had finally taken their toll on me. "And I'm selfish?!" I exclaimed, my voice rising with each word. "You're unbelievable, Chris," I said, my voice choking on my tears. I knew that lashing out at him would only result in more pain, but I couldn't back down now.

I stood there, waiting for Chris to respond. But instead of apologizing, he just stared at me, his eyes flashing with anger. "What do you want from me?" he said, his voice cold. "I can't be everything to you. You're always so needy, always wanting more. It's never enough, is it?"

I felt a surge of anger and frustration rise within me. "That's not true," I said, my voice trembling. "All I want is for you to listen to me, to care about me. Is that too much to ask?"

Chris sneered at me. "You're impossible," he said. "I can't deal with you anymore. I'm done."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, alone and broken. I watched him go, feeling a sense of despair wash over me. I knew that we would never be able to make it work, that our relationship was doomed to fail.

But even as I thought that a small part of me still held onto hope, still believed that maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to make things right. But deep down, I knew that it was just wishful thinking, that the reality was far bleaker than I wanted to admit.

[sunsents]

neteyam sully hcs - how he teases you (M)

headcannons about Neteyam teasing little shit sully. I've been craving to write this because I just KNOW he's so annoying and smug when he wants to be.

➵ pairing: agedup!neteyam x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

➵ warnings: this gets spicy towards the end so be warned. also, neteyams annoying asf, so be warned again.

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

Neteyam has a knack for romantics. He's seen plenty of his parents' very public displays of affection that make the entire herd say  "eewwww". At the ripe age of 37, Jake constantly pines over his wife and Neytiri is no better. 

The fact that the married couple has enough kids to form a goddamn baseball team is enough proof on its own. (And yes, Jake is painfully aware of this fact and is itching to introduce the sport to the poor na'vi children.)

Neteyam also has a way with words. In fact, he's so good with them that he can wax poetic about your bowel movements and you'd swoon nonetheless.

"Neteyam, are you drunk?" you'd ask after a particularly rowdy festival.

"No, I'm a poet." he'd tell you, drunk off his ass.

Cue the guy saying whatever comes to mind and trying to make it sound beautiful. "Oh, ____, Why, _____. Every move of your unaware knife stabs my heart. Your hands drip rewards of the sweetest juices a man dare crave." when you’re literally trying to cut fruit, or some shit like this. (idk im no poet use your imagination.)

Worst of all, it works. This man is mighty aware of how embarrassed and shy you get when he intricately weaves words just so he can see you blush and swat at him. He takes pleasure in your angry little tone in some weird, fucked up way. 

Which ends up with him developing a little...kink, if you will. He loves teasing. And in a condescending way too. 

He used to consider himself good-natured - didn't take pleasure in the humiliation of others, surely. His parents' relationship should have taught him well. And it did...but he just can't stop teasing you.

Perhaps it was your strangled voice telling him to cut it out, or the tint of your cheeks complimenting you oh so delightfully. He adored your reactions and coaxing them out was such fun. 

With this devilish smirk that could fluster anyone, (or so you'd tell yourself because you aren't weak...okay, maybe you are. but only for him.) he tells you how red you've become. He'd scissor his hands and squeeze your cheek between the two digits, "You're just so easy to mess with, my love."

This led to his teasing gaining an edge. And as he grew confident, he also got mean. His teases degraded you here and there but he was just so condescending; talking down at you as the prince of Omaticaya. Stuff like. “Oh, yawnetu. You’re always falling at my feet. Should I hold your hand?” when you trip and fall (because he made you trip and fall by looking extra good that day, and also ‘forgetting’ to put on pants. in your kelku, of course. or outside in the forest if you’re into that, you weirdo.)

 “Look at you, getting that fruit all over your mouth. Can’t even eat properly without my help.” when you eat particularly messily. 

“It’s cute that you think you can win these fights.” when you try to snap back. 

When he takes things particularly far, you get angry. Because damn, he's just so annoying sometimes. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine the Olo’eyktan in training to be so smug and condescending. At first, he was all gentlemanly and teeth-rotting sweet. He’d encourage you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and be so freaking kind that it’d make you want to cry. 

When your mate got too comfortable, however, things went down. "Can you pass me the f-

"Only if you kiss me,"

"At what point do you become mature?"

"When you kiss me,"

"God, I hate you."

"Your pussy wasn't exactly screaming I hate you Neteyam this morning, but maybe that's just me."

He’s still sweet, of course. This man has no bad bone in his body, it’s true. He loves you so much that he can’t help but poke fun at your antics, and makes sure you know it’s all fun and games. When it’s fun and game time though, he’s ruthless. 

And he's so proud of himself too. Puffing out his chest smugly and prancing around, boasting his confidence. You just want to wipe that sly smirk off his face - but you can't. It falls on deaf ears when Neteyam jokingly personalizes a better-than-thou attitude

"Oh, do I annoy you?” he would ask you after watching you groan and roll your eyes. “Not more than usual,” you would tell him, and he would just smirk, striding towards you and pulling you into a fat kiss. 

Of course, these shenanigans follow him into the bedroom.

Lo'ak is evidently more like Jake when it comes to teasing. But Neteyam? Eywa have mercy on your poor soul. He's a mix of Neytiri, Jake, and perhaps Tsu'tey combined. (he's alive, argue with the wall.) The epitome of pure sex and the reincarnation of Asmodeus himself.

His tone is sweet yet condescending, smoothly purring into your ear while making fun of how easy it was to make your cunt ache with needy desire.

He would demand you finger yourself right in front of his prying eyes, then coo at you when you couldn't cum no matter how hard you tried. It was pathetic really, how diligently your fingers worked on your poor clit. But to no avail.

Neteyam would feast on the view like it was his meal for the week. With blown-out eyes and feral flicks of his tail, he would tease you all the while. Stuff like, "Let's see those fingers work harder. Oh come on, now you're just messing with me. There's no way you think that's what it takes to make you cum.

"I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.” 

“Well, you should be concentrating on me instead,…maybe learn a few things.” he drawls, circling the head of his cock with a groan while imagining he’s rubbing your swollen clit.

And you'd try your best to remember how he made you cum. But no matter what, you just couldn't copy the way Neteyam spit on your clit to ease the ache or the way he strokes the nerves so gently with a finger. Only the clit, of course - because he's going to tease you, and teasing you involves edging the shit out of you until your eyes water and you can't help but beg.

The fact that you’re so accustomed to his fingers and cock was a little embarrassing. They had become proviso for you to cum. 

"You can't make yourself cum? How pathetic. Did I fuck you too good that it made you incompetent, or do you just like me too much?"

Neteyam always basks in his torture. He'd watch your hips buck wildly while begging and crying for him to fuck you right. He'd just sit there with wide legs, palming his hard cock and squeezing his balls ever so slightly at your pained mewls. Arms spread, head thrown back, he'd just observe you with additional snarky comments if he felt like it.

"Come on, you can do it. Oh, you got it, yes, there we g-...oh. What a pity."

[yeahspider]

Hey I'm back the one who recommended the Felix and the vibrator movie night!!

I was wondering if you could do a Han x 9thMember! reader where stray kids goes on a interview to do fun things and they are just constantly flirting and maybe even they kiss but like their already dating and this was their way of announcing it with a good ending

Please don't write if you feel uncomfy and remember to drink lots of water and get good sleep don't overwork yourself, love you🫶🫶🫶

ty for visiting me again anon i’m so honored !! lysm fr . i’ve never written 9thmember so i hope i’ve done it justice . enjoy and always feel free to stop by again !! <3 idk if you wanted this to be gn reader or not so i just tried to keep it like that for your comfort . enjoy reading ! (also this was written over like three days and i couldn’t figure out an ending sorry <3)

don’t get the deal 🕸️

this was 100% not approved by anyone in your company . but the two of you could care less . the only ones that knew of you and jisung’s relationship was the members . you two had been pining over each other for so long the members were almost exasperated with how you danced around your feelings for each other . it got so much one time that seungmin shouted “just kiss already” after witnessing you two flirt with each other for the nth time that day .

out of all the members you were two most likely to spill a secret . so once you started dating it was hard for you to keep your excitement under wraps . causing anxiety and hesitation to float around you when out in public . it wasn’t that you were afraid stay wouldn’t support it …they already shipped you two . but with all the taboo about idols dating you were cautioned against revealing it by chan . he only wished your relationship to flourish without the potential hate netizens could rain down on it .

but once again . keeping secrets weren’t reall your thing . and they definitely weren’t jisung’s . ten minutes into this interview for some magazine shoot and he’s referred to you as his partner at three times . he said it so casually that you could’ve swore he wasn’t doing it on purpose . a simple slip of the tongue . but you knew him . so by the third mention yoh decided to play into it . if you were going to go down it might as well be in flames .

“yeah every since we were young me and han have always clung to each other . every before we started dating a few months ago . and now it’s just doubled .” you said with a smile and a casual tone . you could see the reactions of some of the members .

jeongin was looking around at the managers behind the camera . chan looked like he was sporting a headache . hyunjin and seungmin were holding in a laugh that was threatening to spill any second . lee know just had that knowing smirk on his face like he knew this was coming . and poor felix and changbin continued to be frozen in shock . and han …well he was absolutely beaming . the smile that crossed his heart shaped lips was infectious and caused to smile brighter .

jisung couldn’t let you out do him at the game he started . so to add the final blow he grabbed your hand and kissed each of your knuckles . “what can i say i just can’t get enough of my baby.”

nobody missed the looks the staff were giving each other . but you couldn’t find it in you to care . not when jisung was looking at you with that breathtaking smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place .

[thecameronchronicles]

Extortion At Tannyhill

TW: blackmail. Coercive behaviors and decisions. Dark(ish) Rafe. Language. Degrading language. Smut. 

SUMMARY: A moment of ignorance leads you into the debt of your least favorite Kook. But you quickly learn it's more than appearances.

WORD COUNT: 2500

REQUESTED

This could be anyone but I feel like it fits Rafe or jj (maybe Topper?) the best. So one day you’re trying on new clothes in yoru room and you forgot to shut your blinds and either you see the flashes and go outside and confront him, or he sends them to you the next day, and blackmails you into pretend to be his girlfriend in front of his friends and family for some reason (maybe Rafe could be for a date for midsummers, idk what big thing jj would need a date for other than trying to make someone jealous) And a few days or so afterwards, you’re about to leave and he says something like “there’s still one thing you haven’t done as my girlfriend” and he fucks you -💎

*DECIDED TO CHANGE A BIT, HOPE YOU STILL ENJOY DIAMOND BABY*

Extortion At Tannyhill

You had managed to learn to stomach the way his grip pulled you over him through the estate. His lap at dinner. His side in discussion. His greedy fingers teased the thin existence of your fabric as if trying to count your beauty marks as you were left stationary. All for a set of photographs meant for someone else. A cautionary tale in sending such promiscuous poses through texts as you were now forced to endure the consequences. 

"Smile." He nearly bit into your ear. The cruelty in his tone and marching grip to your hip did nothing but worsen. Until this entire exchange, you believed Rafe to be a facade of an intimidated and even insecure man. But you learned this was only the case unless he found something he wanted. 

And it was clear this new focus had found you. 

"You have to sell it or there are going to be one thousand people who see that perfect little ass on social media by the end of the hour-" Your stomach clenched to the idea. 

"Those weren't even meant for you." You groaned back as he pulled you closer to his side, his strength incomparable against your own futile attempts. 

"Sweetheart, they were always meant for me. Now if they stay just for me, is up to you." He lowered even closer. 

"Behave." This single word made your eyes flutter as your core tightened to his presence. You hated just how he had this effect on you. And you hated just how complacent he made you with just the reminder of a moment of recklessness. 

"I've got to hand it to you..." Sarah offered as you found the finish line behind the coming farewells. 

"I honestly thought Rafe bought you or something. But I think you'd be good for him." Rafe blushed at the words as Rose nodded in agreement. As Ward offered a half hug to his son, he then moved to you. 

"It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope we can do it again soon." You nodded, with little intention of repeating the fake smiles and pleasant enough conversation. 

"Absolutely. Thank you for opening your home to me...I-" 

But as you tried for the door, Rafe interlaced his fingers with your own. A swallowing grasp just as symbolic as the claustrophobic state of your circumstances. 

"Like they'd believe just having dinner would be enough for me..." He issued you into the direction of the steps that led to his room as you paused. For just a moment, you caught Wheezie analyzing your apprehension. To ensure that the state of your reputation remained intact, you gave one final smile before cresting that top step. 

"What are you doing?" You asked as the door locked behind you. Your eyes that perpetually narrowed at him were now wide with horror as you moved to unlock it. But he took hold of only one of your wrists and pulled you to him effortlessly. Your lips a mere inch from his as he spoke down to you. 

"You were supposed to play my girlfriend to keep my family off my back...but there's still one thing you haven't done..." 

"I'm not kissing you-" You spoke quickly, eyes inevitably falling to the temping pair of lips set into a grin. All for your naivety. 

"No..." He walked you to the bed, the backs of either leg pinned by his body threatening to knock you flat. 

"You're gonna fuck me-" You were lifted into the bed and his hands were already beneath your dress. Silk fingers with carnal desperation seized your apprehension for only a moment. 

"I'll scream-" You threatened as this only widened his grin. 

"Not yet...gotta make it a bit more believable..." Your dress was bunched at your hips as he kept your hands above your head with only one of his grasp. 

"You're not innocent enough to be wearing white..." He explained when your panties came to view. "Maybe we'll make 'em red-"

"Rafe-" You tried to reprimand him, but he only forced your legs wider. 

"You might love the idea even more than me...fuck...you're almost dripping through them..." He made contact with the saturated center. 

"Why are you dripping?"

"I'm thinking about Topper..." You lied, as Rafe knew the photos that gave him this governing over you were meant for him. 

"I don't think so..." His second hand came to your jaw. 

"Now you want to try being honest with me and," The hand that recently pinned your wrists was now between your legs, infiltrating that soaked cotton. "Maybe you'll get to come in pleasure instead of pain...because baby I can offer both..." Your eyes rolled as one digit meticulously rounded your clit. The naked contact makes your cheeks crimson and your lips part. 

"It's okay...your reputation is safe with me..." He teased before feeling your hands take a hold of his face. For the duration of the day you'd felt his hands take the liberty of the falsehood of your titles, you offered yourself this ease now. 

"You don't even need any foreplay...shit..." He dropped that finger inside of you, slow pulsations sending your fingers to indent into his skin. 

"If you make me bleed, it's only fair I return the favor..." You gasped, clenching around him as he scoffed into a low chuckle. 

"Oh you like it...you want me to hurt you, baby? You want to bleed for me?" But he held no intention of ruining your flawless skin. Instead, he quickened his prime finger, adding a second as you moaned loudly in approval. 

"I'll kiss you like you're my girlfriend, I'll fuck you like one even...but you're gonna come like a whore for me..." You were turned into your stomach, hips raised until you were aligned with his own. And yet, he didn't rush to strip. At least not himself. His grip focused on you. 

"I've looked at those pictures every fucking night...and no matter how many times I come, nothing compares to the real thing..." You knew it was against proper morality but you adored to know how he craved you in the night. 

"Show me." He ordered as you willingly undressed for him. His hands accepted your skin as payment for your debt as he focused on your bare nipples. 

"Yes...keep making those little noises..." 

"Rafe..." You whined as he pulled and twisted, every action making you clench as if his fingers remained. 

"You want to come, baby?" You nodded, resting against his shoulder. 

"Oh my God..." You whimpered. 

"Ride my hand...I want to see if you're worth the high..." Two fingers returned inside of you, his palm at your clit. 

"Ah....Raaaafe..." 

"Oh you're a desperate little thing, aren't you? Bet you're already close-"

"Shit!" 

"Bend over..." You obeyed as he pulled your panties to your knees. This slight bondage somehow more erotic than even the one when this first began. 

"I want you to come over those little panties-"

"Mmm!"

"Not yet!" He snapped, a strike to your ass making your ride harder into him. 

"You want another?" 

"Yes...more..." He obliged, slap after slap as you tensed around his fingers through every strike. 

"You're making me so fucking hard whimpering like that..." 

"Fuck...me..." You whimpered as he applied the perfect pressure to your clit while his fingers curved with the intent of your g-spot. 

"I might have to..."

"I'll be good...I'll be so good..." He scoffed. 

"Being a willing whore isn't the same as being "good" His fingers accelerated even further. The most delicious sound of skin to wetness making both of you sent to bask. 

"Lucky for you, I want bad..." He forced himself free as his cock teased your ass. 

"You're my girlfriend...and that means I can take you wherever I want..." He teased the divide of your ass, just the crying tip leaving a trail as you gripped the sheets tightly. You didn't want to allow it and yet you desired to feel him in anyway you could. 

But he had only done this to tease you. A slight disappointment as he lowered to your opening. 

"You're drowning my cock already, baby...Jesus!"

"I want it..." You groaned behind clenched teeth. 

"Oh?"

"Yes Rafe..." 

"Then take it-" he thrust sharply as you gasped. 

"Fuck!" You were forced into the sheets by a new grip to your hair as another focused on your hip. Even if pain was present, the way his cock filled you in abundance made your cries emerge in ecstasy. 

"Yes! Rafe! Shit!" 

"Quiet baby... they're gonna think you're coming already-"

"I'm close! I'm so close...so close...so-" He pulled you back flat, his shaft returning to you until he withdrew again. Only to be replaced by his fingers. The second you became familiar with this pressure, he added his tongue to your clit. The edge in sight, he withdrew and returned with his cock. 

The epitome of edging you. And you never wanted it to stop. 

"Fuuuuuck..." You drew out as your hands pulled through his hair. 

"Come...I can't fucking wait..." 

"Ah...ahhh....ahhhh!" You waved over him as he pulled your legs wide to observe you spill for him. 

"Fuck yeah..." And you continued. His thumb brushing I've your clit as you continued in spurts. 

"Keep going..."

'what....fuck!" 

"You're fucking squirting for me...." He continued. 

"Yeah...yeah yeah...keep going..." He pumped himself within his hand, using that spray as lubrication. 

"Do it again."

"I can't-"

"You wanna come ever again, you fucking squirt...it's so hot…" 

"I want you-" 

"Then take it." He groaned, relating that trifecta of pleasure. Cock. Then fingers. Then mouth. Withdrawing each time before you finalized a grip around his fingers. 

"Jesus, I've never been this fucking hard...feel me..." He forced your dominant hand around him. 

"I wanna come inside that pretty little mouth....the same one that's been teasing me all fucking day..."

"Yes...please..." 

"You that desperate?" You nodded as you felt that build again. 

"There she is...come on...come on..." You whimpered as he cursed. 

"Fuck yes! Oh my God! Keep-" you pulled his hands deeper as you sat up and rode into him. 

"Please...don't stop..." 

"Ride into my fingers .."

"Ahhh...yes....YES!" You gasped. 

"Knees. Get on your fucking knees." He subjected the discomfort to your kneel as you took him between your lips. Expertly as if the gag truly did not deter you, his mains were well worth any discomfort. 

"Fuck! You think Top could make you come like that? Hmmm?" To this, you grinned wickedly, the sight making him withdraw himself. 

"If you are stupid enough to say your thinking of him-"

"It was never about Top..." You twisted his shaft as you spoke. 

"I meant for the pictures to be sent to you...I wanted this..." He was in utter disbelief. 

"You-" you took him back on your mouth as you made him fuck himself slowly, trying to comprehend the words you spoke. 

"You had no way of knowing I'd use them for-"

You shook your head, taking him faster, just at the tip. Your hands playing with his weight breath as he winced at the rush of pleasure this brought him. It made him submissive as he bowed over you, gripping the sheets at your back as you were forced to cry from the positioning. Your nails are into his lower thighs until he pulled you off of him again. 

"You wanted to be on your knees for me?" 

"Everywhere for you." You confessed as he groaned. 

"Then get on your hands and knees on the bed. I'm not stopping until you've had your fill-" He submitted himself inside of you once again as you shook the bed and the headboard beneath. Even as though you were aware of how you could easily be overheard, the way he held your body to his own was worth the embarrassment. Whenever it was you'd be able to walk and face then again. 

Not an angle or position left undone by the time he held you beneath him completely encased by his desperations. 

"One more for me, baby...come on..." 

"I..."

"Shh...one more." He returned to a softer dominance as he pounded into you as his fingers wrapped yours into the sheets beneath. The bedding in complete disarray and your voice hoarse from pleads and endorsement. And yet, the countless times he made you coat him had gone by without a single one from himself. You'd only realized he'd edged himself to make it last for you. And for that, you demanded you finish him on top. 

"This way..." You cemented your hands into his chest as he adored the goddess you became for him. Inhibitions banished and confidence exuberant behind any former fear as he adored you. The way your chest rose and hollowed to how he felt inside of you, the clench and lazy pull of your mouth, and the way your eyes screwed closed and shot open when he brought you close again. 

"I'm gonna come!" He confessed as he watched himself unsheathed, your wetness accentuating his cock with the sight. It was too much. His stamina was spent. You bobbing over him was too much. You were too much.

"Come for me, Rafe..." But once again you were taken into your back. The chaos in which he made as a lover continued until the sweetbitter end as you felt him tense and tremble once claiming you as his own. 

"You're more like me than I thought..." To this, you grinned and pulled to the side of the bed, a camera taken from behind a frame. 

"Even more than you think." You pulled the came to view, showing even earlier in the morning when he had sat on the very edge you were on your knees for him, casting his release to his feet as he looked at those photos of you. 

"Now we're even." 

But as you dressed, leaving him in awe behind you, he called out to you. 

"Not even close..."

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[animentality]

You don't have to answer this if you're done with the topic but wholy Shit I thought I was the only one who disliked The Boys!

I also watched 4 eps, and while I get the idea, the edginess is just too much (and I love using dark topics as a way of expression, so thats a rare feeling)

Not to mention the sexual violence. I'm not one to get triggered easily, but when (my now ex) boyfriend showed me that we had to pause for the day because it felt like the violence was almost... disturbing eye candy, as weird as it sounds.

Still, this aspect just feels extra odd, idk how else to put it.

Maybe they work it better as the show goes on but damn it was tough to watch, and not in an eye opener, critical way they sell it to be, nor an artistic way.

The whole thing just leaves an awful taste in my mouth

It revels in gore and sex, and the only reason it's popular is because it was riding off the very genre it hates so much!

I have to say this, ok?

I LIKE dark and edgy stuff...but the Boys fails in my eyes because it doesn't have any characters who are interesting, relatable, or compelling.

You can have the world's edgiest premise, and revel in angst, but the audience simply won't care if you don't give us someone we WANT to follow.

they don't have to be morally good, but they DO need to be likable to the audience itself.

And the Boys is bad.

Karl Urban is this standoffish revenge obsessed asshole, and the MC is just some guy, who doesn't have room to grow or be anything more than a one note "reluctant" avenger with nothing to lose, and nothing to really gain.

It's amusing because I've seen "reviewers" of the show complimenting its bleak tone.

But anyone could write a world where everyone's miserable and torturing each other all day every day.

Managing your edge is sooo important, but these grimdark bitches don't know how to do it.

I always think of Avatar the Last Airbender. A kids' show with great restraint, but still had heavy, mature topics that it didn't shy away from.

And also a fun series, adventurous and whimsical, with fleshed out characters and complex villains.

But if the writers of the Boys had written it, we'd see a lot more sexual assault against underage girls and Aang would probably torture Ozai at the end.

Just distasteful to me.

The Boys is seriously overhyped for me.

Maybe it's alright, but for me personally, I just think its popularity entirely apes off of audiences who're embarrassed at how much they love puerile superhero shit.

[boydcrowdr]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @acorrespondence, my lovely mutual and writting buddy, for tagging me <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

6, under beezleebub (more under a secret abandoned account)

What's your total ao3 word count?

131,144 for my current account

What fandoms do you write for?

justified, primarily. with one deadwood fic, and a mcu wip in the works.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"stay with me" is my most kudoed fic <3

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i never know what to say cus i'm always so blown away that anyone's reading my shit at all.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i try not to end on a sour note, but i feel like everything i write carries a general blanket of angst through it's narrative

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably "stay with me" just cus i was feeling nice that day

Do you get hate on fics?

not these days. i feel like ao3 users have a generally laid back approach to fanfic these days. don't like? exit the tab, easy peasy.

Do you write smut?

no? i have included not overly explicit sex scenes in fics bcus they can be a great tool for emotionally charged moments, good character moments, etc. but nothing crazy.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

never ever. they're not really my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nah

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, i'm a control freak

What's your all-time favorite ship?

charles xavier/erik lehnsherr. easy. full stop. don't even have to think about it. there's something about them. something about the 60s/70s. something about two sides of the same coin. something about wanting the same thing but having morally conflicting approaches. i think about magneto every single day of my life since i was 11 years old. next question.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

"keep it near" had such a choke hold on me. it was born of an offhanded discussion in the justified discord so long ago and a love of southern gothics and detective stories. i still love it sm but idk if i'll ever have the steam to revisit it. maybe when i rewatched true detective s1 it'll just pour outta me tho, who knows.

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue. i think i'm pretty good at back and forths between two characters that are saying something other than what they mean. i enjoy writing dialogue that is more revealing in what isn't being said. p.g. wodehouse also taught me a lot about tone in dialogue and witty back and forths that i really enjoy and think i have a pretty good grasp on writing those sorts of exchanges.

i also like to think i'm pretty good at carrying a tone through a story. giving something a general vibe. usually a haunted angsty vibe but still, it's an energy.

What are your writing weaknesses?

probably so many things. i don't like most of my fics that are up currently (with the exception of "keep it near" and probably "stay with me"), but we're all our worst critics. I feel that i struggle with writing action, motion, etc. i never want a scene that lacks dialogue to come across as "and then," "and then," etc, you know what i mean?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

iffy. i feel like it can come across as jarring to a reader if they have no idea what they're even looking at. i've included snippets of russian in a wip, which i have been studying for quite a while, but i still fear it might come across as clunky.

First fandom you wrote for?

uhhh... probably batman? or marvel? unless we're counting the self insert assassin's creed fanfic i wrote in 6th grade before i knew what fanfic was.

Favorite fic you've written?

oh probably "keep it near" but by far my unpublished fic i'm working on currently.

don't know who's been tagged yet, but @praycambrian @raylangivins @norgbelulah @eff41 and anyone else who hasn't been tagged yet <3

[lackablazeical]

Apologies for the repeat ask, I just think mine got lost in all the others and now that you're answering asks I just wanted to try again so please ignore the first one if you manage to find it (again, really sorry if this bothers you and thanks for taking the time to read all of this). First off, I absolutely adore this AU!!!! I love how dark and angst-filled it is and the toxic relationships and the characterizations as a whole are so brilliantly well-done. You manage to draw me deeper and deeper into this twisted fiction with you and your co-writters masterful ideas and art. Not to mention how refreshing and relieving it is to be able to enjoy all of this angst without having to worry about if the individual(s) behind this truly feel that those kinds of relationships work that way (ie. romanticises/normalises it). All in all, thank you so much for all the time and effort you and your co-writors have put into this, it's greatly appreciated and I can't wait to see more!!!

P.S. I feel like Hateful Ever After by Ellise as well as a bunch of her other songs plus Paparazzi by Lady Gaga work really well in encompassing the vibes Addams Leosagi gives off. Maybe some of Upsahl, Will Wood and Confetti (especially Rob a Bank) songs for Addams Mikey too?

Thank you gain for taking the time to read this huge text dump and I hope you have a wonderful day(s)/week(s)/month(s)/year(s) because you deserve it and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise!!

No worries!!!!! I see every ask I get, I just have like. The lowest social battery ever, and for some reason asks are included in that (yeah, idk either) so I don't answer often. Your words are so, completely, absolutely screamed and fawned over.

We love dark themes and it's nice to see that you agree!!!!! All the dynamics and stuff are always so fun to work on and flesh out, how toxic relationships manifest in loads of different ways and how to portray that correctly. Labor of love, for sure!!!! Sad that some people do romanticize or normalize it, but all there is to do is be better then they are, yk?

Thank you for your kind words!!!!!! They are so so appreciated, you don't even know!!! We have lots of stuff in the works, which is so exciting (and nerve-racking, lol).

Now, song reccs!!!! Hell yeah >:]]]]]

For Hateful Ever After, I think the tone is really Leo, but the lyrics hit me over the head with Usagi. Like, Spot on!!!

Don't tell my brother, please // I know he worries about me // Seen I've been losing sleep 

The ones who told me all I need to know // But, I can't go back even if I want

Four eyes to watch each other cry // Three lies, you whispered to me that night // Two arms to hold my broken trust // One heart for the both of us

AS FOR PAPARAZZI?????? THE FACT ITS SO LEO *AND* ITS GAGA????? LEO WOULD LOVE GAGA OH MY GOD. LOVED THESE LINES.

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me

But I won't stop until that boy is mine // Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me

Look at the past blast, I'ma make you fall on your ass // Suck it up and pacify, but it's irrelevant

As for Mikey, I do love those!!!! ESPECIALLY Rob A Bank (hell, I put it on my OWN playlist, it fucking slaps). I also really like Ghost by Confetti for him too!!!! Confetti just seems to be really good overall LOL

I didn't listen to too many songs by each artist, just some of the first that popped up, but I really loved both Drugs and People I Don't Like by UPSAHL for him too! That's really how Mikey approaches his fame and the people he has to interact with because of it. He's there for the drugs and the party, not for the people. And he's aware they aren't there for HIM, but the connections he can give them.

As for Will Wood, Main Character is SOOOO Mikey. Bro really would call people NPCs LMAOOOO. I loved the line "God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being." That alone definitely made it an insta-add to his playlist :]

GOOD LUCK READING MY TEXT DUMP RIGHT BACK!!!!! HAVE AN AWESOME DAY TOO <333 THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR ASK!!!

[milkybonya]

first date with big naughty

#: fluff and nothing but fluff, maybe some cracc, i got carried away leave me alone <3

[💌: no one is here on my blog for big naughty content but idk i love him sm......... i'm sorry :( if anyone even reads this i hope u enjoy <3]

he's definitely bringing flowers

no shut up he's definitely bringing flowers and you know he'll have asked the florist about what he should get for a first date with the absolute love of his life

i feel like Donghyun would fall for someone he kind of already knows/is friends with so

he'll plan out a whole day with things you both like

brunch at a really cute place he's been wanting to go with you

some eye-shopping or actual shopping in the stores around the brunch place

maybe go to a museum or art gallery

he wants it to be perfect.

so anyways here he comes with his bouquet of flowers and wire-rimmed glasses

you told him once he looks good with glasses and how precious you think his eyes are

so he's stopped wearing his typical sunglasses these days

he likes very strong fashion but he's toned it down for today because he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable

he's giving very cosy comfy boyfriend fashion vibes

but still neat and tidy enough for a date

ANYWAYS he'll try to act all cool and tough and hold out the flowers with one hand

saying that overused "i found this on the way here"

but unable to hide his smile when you excitedly look at the flowers and smell them

his cheeks are already red and the two of you haven't even started your date yet

he holds open the door for you and even pulls out your chair for you

and you're like Donghyun what are you doing it isn't that deep

meanwhile you're dying inside with a case of the butterflies

and he's like "i'm just tryna treat the love of my life right"

silly boy!!! i hate him fr >:(

he offers some of his food to you, wipes your mouth with his thumb if there's anything around it

okay basically this boy watched a ton of kdramas to prepare for today so now he's a textbook kdrama boyfriend and honestly

could you even be mad at that?

once he's paid, you both head out and he asks if he can hold your hand

it's honestly a little quiet and awkward between the two of you because baby boy has not been on a ton of dates!

and he's so nervous because.. it's you

but then you tell him hey Donghyun... it's just me... chill out let's keep talking about the random stuff we always talk about

and then it gets a lot better :]

and Donghyun is all giddy and comfy, swinging your hand in his as you walk

"that hoodie looks so ugly," he says

and usually he would tease you and say that's why you should wear it

but today he says

"i bet you'd somehow make it look amazing, though"

and it sounds like a backhanded compliment or something??

but Donghyun is genuinely trying to tone down his teasing

and it gives you butterflies

yes you're so in love that you get butterflies from the bare minimum

thats okay.

you walk into a few stores that either you or him wanted to check out

and pick fits for each other

you dressing Donghyun in the most outrageous things

and him picking things he thinks you'd look cute in

like a beret with a little 🌱 bean sprout on top

and you're like Donghyun this is what babies like you should wear

and he just

UNPROVOKED

cups your face in his hands and presses a rough kiss to your cheek

"you're the baby," he says lowly, stroking your cheek with his thumb

and now you're flustered and he thinks you're the cutest person on this whole planet

he'll laugh and apologize as you sulk for a bit because what !!!!!!

he did not just kiss you and make you all flustered in public like that!

the two of you will definitely get matching something that day

whether its phone cases, socks, bracelets, shoes, hoodies, hats, whatever

Donghyun is now going to religiously have that thing on him, always

if you decide to go to an art museum/ gallery

he's not letting go of your hand

follows your lead and waits patiently 'til you're done looking at a painting/artifact before you both move

but sometimes you have to wait for him !!

points at all the horrific, monster-looking paintings and says you look like them

this is how you know he's getting really comfy with you again

and you do the same

and now it's a competition for who can find the most horrific painting

you both almost get kicked out for giggling so loudly

oh but then Donghyun finds this one painting

and it's absolutely gorgeous

he just stops and stares at it for a long time

and when you ask him how he feels

he says the scenery reminds him of you

and it's the most gorgeous scenery you can imagine

he asks if you'd be okay standing in front of it so he can take a photo

IMMEDIATE lockscreen material

and later in the gift shop

he finds postcards of that painting

and buys one for each of you

at the end of the day, you'll go eat dinner

and head to a cute café afterwards because Donghyun just doesn't wanna part ways with you yet

and you feel the same

it starts getting chilly on the walk to the café

so Donghyun

yep

he takes off his jacket

and puts it over your shoulders

and you're just like

he is so perfect

and the thing is this time

it doesn't even seem like it was a calculated move anymore

he doesn't scan your face for a reaction

he simply did it by instinct because he saw you shiver

he continues walking, one hand in his pocket, one hand in yours

smiling at the sky full of stars

then he feels you stop walking

he's like ??? everything okay?

there's no one around

and you're filled with so much love you just

pull him close and kiss his lips

and he's like 🧍🏻 frozen in place

he didn't expect your first kiss to happen so fast!

he had a whole thing planned out for when he was gonna kiss you for the first time :(

but fuck it this is way better

he feels your hands caressing the hair at the nape of his neck

and he holds your cold face with his warm hands

and when you pull away

you tell him how much you like him

and he's like

no but listen y/n

however much that may be

you can guarantee i like you more

and now the walk to the café is

kind of quiet

because you're both feeling the after-effects of the kiss

and then you point out something random and cute

like this bear plushie in a shop

and Donghyun tells you you're a lot cuter

and you smack his arm lightly

dramatic boy acts like he's been punched

at the café, finally

the two of you share a dessert

and Donghyun gets cream all over his mouth

and you're like oh my god this is so cute

so you take a photo and show him and he laughs and then he's all sulky

he's like stop making fun of me!

when he still has frosting all over

and you're dying of laughter

saying sorry sorry you're just so cute

you wipe the cream off his mouth with a napkin

and you don't realize how close you were to him until his mouth is all clean and he kisses your forehead

and he giggles

his man and his giggles :((

you take your time with your drinks because you don't want the night to end

literally stay at the café till closing

and even then Donghyun drags you to a karaoke place

this man

s e r e n a d e s you

sings the most mushy, lovey dovey (pun not intended) songs on this planet

and yes of course you're falling for him

how could you not when he's holding your hand

staring into your eyes and singing for you?!

if you're feeling up to it you might join him or sing some other songs

and then finally it's time to part ways

sike !!!!!

Donghyun tells you he has some work to do in the studio

and he pauses and then he's like

do you

wanna

come with me?!?!?!?!

and of course if you're tired he'll let you go

not without walking you home first!

hand in hand

kissing your cheek goodbye

and getting you to promise to call him

right before you sleep

otherwise

you follow him to his studio

and why does he look so attractive making music

like sir.

stop.

shows you some of his work and you're mind blown

you fall asleep and he just

he just thinks he's the luckiest person alive as he watches over you

places a blanket over you so you won't get cold

even if he finishes his work, stays in the studio until you wake up

even if that means staying there 'til the morning

just

i think the first date with Donghyun would be perfect

and yes i got carried away

sue me for it !!!!!!

ah.

[ginaporterr]

tbh i am kinda worried if the chocolates are a part of season 4, because ricky lied (even if it wasn’t maliciously) and joked (not malicious as well, but still bad) about them, especially since she hates liars. and especially because it’s been months. it’s honestly the one worry i have about their dynamic, weirdly because i came across a pro-portwell fanfic around the time when the alternate script of their first kiss came out from that aroundthewaygirl person because it was in the rina tag and it made me rethink how bad it kind of is, especially because nini is kind of mentioned like he was shielding himself “and i was going through such a weird time with” idk sjdjdjfj

pws don't really have the best track record so i wouldn't worry about their thoughts on the show ksdfhkdjf

re gina saying she hates liars, i feel like that’s kind of addressed with the scene at the end of 3x07. i'm pretty sure gina's fully aware that ricky's not being honest about what was caught on camera and that he’s choosing to lie about it bc she just broke up with ej, considering that he blatantly pauses for a few seconds to think of what to say and his change of tone after she tells him about the break up. they’re also just generally pretty receptive of each other, so imo her saying

is moreso geared towards ricky lying about his confession bc it wouldn’t be right to tell her at the time, rather than the ‘carlos looks majestic in his olaf costume’ thing

and tying that into the chocolates, ricky lying about the chocolates was in a similar vein; he was thinking of gina’s feelings. i can't speak on the chocolates to too much of an extent bc it's still not fully canon yet so we don't truuuuly know ricky's intentions, but my belief has always been that he knows what it feels like to feel forgotten by his mom and he didn't want that for gina, which is supported by the original script, "i knew you… needed something. or deserved something." and diving back into how gina would feel about it, it would be going behind her back for a good reason, which…………

it's obviously a bit more nuanced than that and i think that it'll cause tension. but ultimately in regards to lying, there's a fundamental difference between the lies ej told that gina hated & the lies ricky told, ricky only ever really lied in consideration of gina's feelings.

i’ve said this before, but one of the biggest qualms i have with the original confession is that i don’t want ricky to tell her that he got the chocolates bc that negates the reason that he got them in the first place – so gina wouldn’t think her mom had forgotten about her. it’s meant to be a selfless act. if the chocolates are brought up in s4, i’m hoping that they change their approach to it and i think that would address most of the concerns you have. the conflict about timing would be different bc instead of it being ricky keeping something from gina until it could benefit him, it would be a she was never supposed to find out type of thing.

idk if i would necessarily say that he’s using the nini mention to shield himself, i think it’s meant to serve as an admission of him having harbored feelings for gina for a while with an attempt to explain why he never acted upon them, and gina deserves that explanation. it wouldn't have been fair to gina for ricky to make it seem like there's something between them while he was still holding on so tightly to his relationship with nini bc it felt safe & comfortable in the face of his fear of change. ricky didn’t necessarily handle things the best way but it would’ve been significantly worse if he had dragged gina into it all.

they’re teenagers, they’re not perfect and ricky definitely didn’t handle things perfectly in s2. but it’s understandable & you can see where he’s coming from considering everything he’s going through. and if anyone’s gonna understand him, it’s gina.

all that to say, i think a chocolates reveal would cause some tension between the two but tension that can be resolved, bc gina would understand that ricky ultimately lied to her bc he didn't want her to feel alone. so yeah, idk if this alleviated any of your concerns regarding the chocolate theory possibly becoming canon, but i hope this makes some sort of sense bc i had to type this all up twice & my brain's a little fried SJSHFSKJF

[heisenberg-simp257]

I have to say I’ve read your content more than anyone else I’ve read from but I wanted to request a Heisenberg x Dimitrescu! Reader. W/ the prompt 75/105. Like big mommy finds out her youngest daughter (readerrr) has been sneaking around with heis and the reader escapes her mothers wrath but has no where to go so she runs to heisendaddy and he like idk takes her in. I’ve never requested anything before and I’m high at 4:43 am I hope this makes sense. Thank you good yard

You're all good!💖 I'm glad you requested something!😁

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Mother Knows Best: Dimitrescu Edition

Lady Dimitrescu finds out her daughter has been sneaking around with the one man she hates the most.

#75 “Your father/mother will kill me.”

#105 “There is no power in this world which can stop me from taking you away. All you have to do is say yes.”

If there’s one thing about Lady Dimitrescu that is scary, it’s her patience. That, and her personal vendettas against others. A combination of those two make for a deadly woman.

But you never thought she would use those two deadly characteristics against her own flesh and blood.

You were one of Dimitrescu’s daughters. The youngest, to be precise. However, unlike your other sisters, you were biologically related to Dimitrescu. When she went through Mother Miranda’s experiments, so did you, so you guys could continue to be together forever. Still, you were considered younger than the others. Even after the creation of your “siblings”, you used to be her favorite.

Key word “used”.

She was a very loving and caring mother, contrary to what people probably thought. However, she had one rule that was to not be broken. That was to stay away from men, especially Heisenberg. Being her daughter, Dimitrescu thought you would share her opinion.

She was wrong.

“No one has to know...please...” You snuck out again to see Lord Heisenberg. You couldn’t help yourself. Normally, you’d accompany your mother to meetings with the other lords, where you first met Heisenberg.

After a while, you’ve received secret letter from him, and soon you guys were meeting up, unbeknownst to your family.

“I think that we could make this relationship work...” You pleaded, holding onto him tighter as the cold wind blew. The two of you always met at the ceremony site, close to both your homes.

“Your mother will kill me.” He said with a chuckle, but obviously looking pleased at the thought of pissing Lady Dimitrescu off. You giggled a bit, even though there was a bit of fear coiling in the pit of your gut.

Because he was right. Your mother would kill him.

“So, you want to have me?” You asked in hoping you read his tone right. Heisenberg simply chuckled before cupping your face with his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks.

“Does this answer your question, darling...?” 

With that, he leaned down to kiss you. What would become the first of many...

You’ve hidden this from your mother for what felt like months now. You knew she would be furious if she found out, but you didn’t want to stop seeing him. In this isolated life of yours, he gave you a taste of freedom.

But your mother would never understand that.

It was her calm voice that frightened you the most. The voice Dimitrescu used when she was too upset to yell. You ignored the giggling of your adopted sisters as you made your way to your mother’s chambers. When Cassandra said she wanted to see you alone, you knew it was nothing good.

“Mother...you wanted to see me?” You hated how frightened you sounded when you entered the room.

“Ah yes, my dear Y/N...my precious daughter...” Her back was to you as she took a sip of wine. You couldn’t see the tension in her face as she tried her best to keep herself from losing her temper.

“I’ve heard...” She swished the glass around.

“...a little rumor...” She sat up as you awaited her words, heart pounding against your ribcage.

Then she slammed the wine glass down with an intense crack.

“That you’ve been seeing that mongrel Heisenberg!” Now she raised her voice as she stood to her full height, turning to face you with a look a burning anger.

“I-I...I-I...” You tried to say otherwise, but she’s already seen through you. In fact, she has for a while now, hoping you would stop. Seeing that wasn’t happening, she took matters into her own hands.

“Save it! I already know everything! I had one simple rule, and you couldn’t even respect it! Damn you!” Your mother raised her voice, taking a couple threatening steps towards you and you instinctively took a couple steps back.

“Don’t back away from me. We are talking.” She said in such a cold yet motherly tone, causing you to freeze in your tracks. Her look of anger then turned to a look of disappointment.

“Y/N...how could you do this me?” Now she just sounded sad, causing your heart to break a little.

“M-Mother...I’m sorry...I just love him so much, and I-” However, with those words, her anger sparked back.

“You WHAT!?” She punched the wall, causing it to crack and pieces to fall off. You squeaked at the action, cowering before your mother’s wrath. In all your life, you’ve never made her blow up like this before.

It was terrifying.

However, just as tears pricked the corners of your eyes, your mother took a few calming breaths. After she pinched the bridge of nose, mumbling something under her breath, she glared at you with the steeliest gaze you’ve ever seen.

“Go.” She hissed, and you blinked a couple of times.

“W-What?” You stuttered, and you could tell from her breathing that she was trying to control her temper so you wouldn’t get more frightened.

“You are not my daughter. If you’re not going to respect my rules, then leave.” Your mother growled at you, causing you stand up straighter on your shaky legs. She couldn’t be serious, could she?

“Mother, please, I-” You started to say, but she cut you off.

“Leave now! Go to that bastard! If I ever see you here again, I will throw you in the dungeons!” She shouted at you, rage returning as she pointed towards the doors. You squeaked in terror before rushing out.

That’s how you ended up crying in the snow where you usually meet Heisenberg. You couldn’t believe that your own mother kicked you out, and your sisters did nothing to help you.

“Y/N? What happened?” The familiar voice of your man caused you to glance up. 

There was Heisenberg, looking beyond concerned for you. He’s never seen you cry like this before. Sure, a couple times after some family feuds, but never like this. 

“She...She knows...” You managed to get out as you wiped at your eyes. Heisenberg’s face hardened at that, and he clenched his fists in rage. 

“That bitch...” He muttered so you couldn’t hear. Then, Heisenberg offered you a hand to help you get on your feet, which you accepted. He couldn’t stand seeing you so broken, especially since he knew you loved both him and your family so much.

But he knew that it was a toxic environment for you, and he needed to save you from it.

“There is no power in this world which can stop me from taking you away. All you have to do is say yes.” Heisenberg said in a serious tone, seeing how upset you were. You were still shaking slightly, but you eventually threw yourself into his arms.

“Yes...Oh god yes...take me away from here, please...” You begged him, and he simply rubbed your back.

Then he chuckled.

“She scared you that much? Bitch...Well, it’s settled, you’re coming to stay with me.” He said, even though you glared at him for calling your mother a bitch.

“You don’t mind?” You asked him hesitantly, knowing how the man liked his privacy. He gave you an appalled look.

“Are you serious? Anything to keep you safe.” Heisenberg promised before giving you a kiss to the tip of your nose. You smiled a bit, feeling safer with him than you ever did back in that castle.

“Now, do you need anything from home? I could get it for you...maybe teaching someone a lesson as I go.” He said with a chuckle, making a direct threat towards Lady Dimitrescu.

“Well, some things, but please...don’t hurt them, Heisenberg. They are still my family...and I still care.” You said, and he dramatically sighed.

“What a buzzkill...” He mumbled causing you to swat at him. Then, with a grin and a flourish, he promised to retrieve your things as stealthily as possible while welcoming you into your new home with him. 

It’s what you always wanted. A life with Heisenberg.

Still, you hoped to one day rekindle the bond you had with your mother, hoping it wasn’t too late. But that day, you saw her true colors. Heisenberg made you happy, and she couldn’t respect that, even if she stated that staying away from him was for your safety.

Even so, if you had to make the same choice, you’d pick Heisenberg every time.

[pepmint-art]

Do you have any art tips? (With infinite rizz)

Yeah! I actually do! Idk why you're asking me from all amazing artists on this plaform, but it's plesure to share them!

IMO, THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS TO JUST HAVE FUN. ART ISN'T A COMPETITION and no one is going to be the best in this. because of someone, who pushed this idea of not doing enough/ my art being shitty i stopped sharing my art with other. the problem was that i was a child and didn't understand that the person who said it just wanted to make me feel bad and it took me around 8 years to get it and start showing my art to anyone again (ah yes, personal trauma sharing)

okay so if we have organizational matters behind us, here some tips that i know but mosty forget about

choose background color before coloring the main part of drawing. colors looks different on white background and on e.g. on beige

lineart in other color can look better then in black. it's not the rule, but using e.g. brown lineart might make your art look softer and using just darker colors of the one that lineart is the closest

anatomy is wonky, redrawing poses from pictures from the internet might help. also remember that there's many types of body and all is perfect

make breaks between drawing. go eat, sleep is important. DRINK GOD DAMN WATER. help your body, it'll help your mind to not look at your art and be like "... gross"

technically, gap between eyes suppose to be one eye width. with half side standing character- one eye ends behind the nose, second starts where the nose (hole in the nose) ends

mouth can be just a line... but those juscy lips are so kissable. soft brushes can do a good work here

blush isn't suppose to be bright red, it's better when it's close to skin tone but readder

never shade with black. use darker, more saturated colores instead

you can make few colores of black and grey

just don't push this dot to much onto the edges

it's funny, but you can actually use make-up tutorials to learn how to shade skin

hands... PUT THEM INTO POCKETS i mean... just try, there's many hands photos just being hands, or holding stuff on the internet that you'll always find your reference

remember about the gravitation. heavy, not solid stuff will try to kiss the floor

that's all i guess. if you're happy with your art then you're in good spot. no matter if you want to make progress or leave it as it is as long as you don't hate your art it's good

what on the living hell "with infinite rizz" mean!? i'm a fucking boomer

[theminecraftbee]

5 and 11 for the fanfic asks?

What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

okay so i can explain these without being mean because they have nothing to do with like, the contents of the writing. so. one of my BIGGEST pet peeves is "sorry i'm not good at summaries" or "i guess you'll have to read to find out" or "summary in the fic" or "i think the tags explain it" because NOOO THEY DON'T the tags don't explain it i'm not gonna click on your fic if you don't give it a mildly intriguing summary please don't like, randomly converse in your fic summary, your fic summary is the inside-the-book-flap blurb, it's meant to tell me A) a bit about what your fic is about and B) a bit about the tone of your fic you are writing the summary to SELL ME, if it doesn't seem like you're selling me i won't buy unless i'm desperate.

my other pet peeve is anyone who uses random bold text because my brain reads bold text in like, surround sound booming, and i can't read more than like a few lines of bold text without completely and totally checking out from what i'm reading, and i definitely can't read randomly bolded words without losing the ability to tell what i'm reading.

oh right and also i hate it when people like, put things that aren't fanworks on ao3, but that's less a pet peeve and more "so i just report them silently and move on".

How do you come up with your fic titles?

sometimes i think about a fic and i'm like. ooooh fun phrase. and it ends up sticking to the fic. sometimes i hear a song lyric that sticks to a fic. sometimes, though, i just sit there agonizing and choose the first words that sound vaguely cool. idk i just sorta do it i'm not always good at it

[intosnarkness]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Stolen from my lovely @wheremermaidsdwell

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

102! I have a few left on ff.net that will never see light again and I lost a fair few to the crash of moonromance back in the old days. There are also assorted drabbles and random tidbits scattered across LJ and in my google docs.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

542,933.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I am in the middle of a fic drought, not really in a fandom at the moment. But MCU is by far my most prolific.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Fixed Foot, Sam/Steve soulmarks

Care and Feeding of Your Janet, Good Place Janet user manual

The Law of Conservation of Pants, Clint/Darcy (what), in which Darcy teaches Steve about the 21st century.

As Little Fuss, Avengers team, Tony solves problems with money and his team helps him out in return.

Five things the Avengers taught Steve Rogers About the World, and One Thing He Taught Them.,Steve/Tony, another "Steve adjusts" story

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, but I'm terrible at it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably "A Long Day Without You", which is just cruel and I don't regret it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't know, maybe "At Least I Spelled Your Name Right"?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah, occasionally. I delete it and move on.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Lol yeah. Depends on the pair. I tend towards power plays, that's what I find the most interesting.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Very very rarely. I doubt anyone has forgotten the halcyon days of 2019 when I wrote "The Pedagogical Implications of Thanos’s Snap on the Sesame Street Curriculum" and unleashed it on society.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, by an RP blog.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, and it is a thrill. A couple of my short fics have been translated into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yup, me and @enigma731 wrote some Clintasha together, "With an Ocean in the Way" and "Let the Morning Come". Also some with a few RP buds back in the Star Trek days.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

All time? Chekov/Sulu is and always will be evergreen.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Jamie/Roy fic got to 4400 words before I ran out of fuel.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, matching the source in tone and voice.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Setting the scene. I'd be happy to write scripts without having to explain places.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it before when it mattered for the character. Natasha and Chekov were both native Russian speakers, so it made sense for them sometimes. It really depends on the character and the story.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek, I think. I used to write Lower Decks fic in my journals when I was a kid, trying to synthesize that and the Analog magazines my dad would give me.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

IDK, let's go with the duology of "Don't Fade On Me" and "Fragments" today.