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[rexscanonwife]

Uhm uh uh...I have no excuse for this 😔 PPG self insert who is secretly an alien! I imagine her intro episode would have her having a little romance with the professor when he comes into a bookstore she works at/owns and the girls being (rightfully, given the prof's dating history) suspicious of her. Wacky capers ensue where they try to prove that she's up to no good, only to find that she genuinely is just chilling and wants to live a normal life on earth!

Well, normal as she can, now that she knows this family! I think she'd fit right in 😉

Taglist♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @squips-ship @cherry-bomb-ships @miutonium

[pochipop]

＃FNAF MOVIE !! ♡ — SWEET NOTHING (MIKE SCHMIDT X READER).

#. synopsis! — sometimes it feels like mike may never escape the past, but he hears the future in the beat of your heart (nightmare reverse comfort) .

#. characters! — mike schmidt .

#. warnings! — vague references to past traumatic events (canon compliant) .

#. word count! — 1.1k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — i got an autism diagnosis today lmao, makes sense tho.

The house is dark and shrouded in silence, broken only by Mike’s uneasy groans and his occasional writhing in his sleep. What seemed peaceful at the get-go has become something less content, leaving him entangled in the sheets and pulling most of the shared blanket to his side of the bed. The late autumn chill hanging thick in the air has you shivering, casting a tired, half-lidded gaze to the digital clock resting on the nightstand. It’s four minutes past three thirty in the morning, displayed in vivid, neon green digits that prompt a slight scrunch of displeasure from your face at the glaring brightness.

You remind yourself that this really has gotten better. It’s been weeks since the last time, and he’s been going to therapy like you suggested, even if he was a little unsettled by the idea at first. His new job cleaning up after club-goers at a nearby joint pays pretty well, all things considered, and with your income added to the mix, money is still tight at times, —but he’d decided after the first few sessions that you pressured him into that it was worth the trouble.

Still, that doesn’t negate the obvious. Mike has suffered a lot in his lifetime, and that’s hardly lent itself to consistency or stability. Some of it has been his own doing, while other parts have been far too out of his control, and he’s been learning how to maneavour his way around that misty grey area in between to the best of his ability. But he’s not ineffable, and sometimes, especially on nights like this, the cards fall where they may. At least this time he’s not waking up in a cold sweat, halfway to a panic attack, sweat drenching the mattress beneath him. At least this time he isn’t gasping for breath, clawing at something unseen in the shadows of the bedroom, jerking away like a rodeo bull the moment you reach out to ease him down. 

He mumbles something that sounds like a plea in his sleep, but it’s muffled by the pillow his face is squished against. If he weren’t obviously disgruntled, you might have been tempted to admire how cute he looked for a little while longer.

“Mike,” you say softly, reaching out to rest a gentle hand on his bare shoulder, “hey.”

He reacts slightly to the touch, but isn’t fully awake, so you try again.

“Mike,” you repeat, fingers curling around the curve.

This time, it’s enough. His eyes shoot open, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness, then locking on your face. He sits up slightly, perching on his elbows. The breath he lets out in the aftermath is sobering.

“Sorry,” he utters, letting his head hit the pillow unceremoniously.

You ignore the unnecessary apology in lieu of brushing some loose strands of brown hair away from his forehead.

“You alright?”

He gazes up at you with those sweet, puppy-dog eyes that he doesn’t even have to try to put on. They’re just his natural state, and heaven knows you could spend a few lifetimes gazing into them if it were possible.

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffs a little, reaching up to grab your hand and hold it in his own.

His touch is so soft and tender, albeit calloused and a little clammy from the leftover adrenaline of his nightmare. He’s really come a long way, and you hope he knows that. You wouldn’t mind saying it, but he’d definitely get embarrassed by it, so you avoid laying verbal praise on too thick when you can help it. This time three months ago, he’d have been jumping out of bed to rush down the hall into Abby’s room, only letting himself relax upon seeing her sleeping form bundled up beneath her covers. Now, he takes a deep breath, exhales it slowly, and kisses your wrist.

“Nothing to worry about,” he assures you.

“I always worry about you,” you answer, offering him a lopsided smile.

He gives you a knowing look and replies: “That’s exactly the problem.”

You roll your eyes playfully and watch as he fiddles with your fingers for a bit before glancing in the direction of the clock.

“What time is it?” He asks.

“Too early for you to be awake,” you respond lightly. “You can sleep for a few more hours at least. You’ll need it.”

Mike nods, letting his heavy eyelids close again.

“Bit of an understatement,” he jokes.

It really is though. If anyone knows about hard work, especially hard work for the sake of anyone but himself, —it’s him. The least he deserves is a proper night’s sleep. You figure that’s why it’s so hard for you to see him like this, even when it’s getting better. You’d trade your dreams for his in a heartbeat if it meant he could be less haunted at night.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, voice laden with drowsiness.

He drops your hand only to open his arms, encouraging you to take your place on his chest. It’s comfortable and intimate all the same as you nestle against him, seeking comfort and closeness, and hoping with every fiber of your being that you can offer the same to him. Mike tugs the comforter up to your neck, one arm folding around your shoulders, thumb caressing the fabric of your pajama shirt. For a moment, you find yourself wishing you’d gone to sleep without it, just so he could rub against your skin directly.

You relish in his warmth, body molding to the contours of his own, —finding the closest thing you’ve ever known to heaven on Earth. Quiet connection simmers in the surrounding air, sparking like static electricity, and you let your eyes close.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly.

He probably won’t, but it’s always better to ask, if for nothing else than to let him know that the option is available.

“Not right now,” he replies, and though he’s turning your offer away, there’s an undeniable softness threaded amidst it all.

“Later, then?”

He hums, and you feel it ripple through his chest.

“Maybe.”

Later might never come, but that’s okay. As long as he knows that you’re a safe haven to seek refuge in, then that’s enough for you.

“Just get some sleep for now,” he continues, craning his neck forward to ghost his lips against your forehead, his stubble scratching your skin in a way that makes you smile on command.

“Night,” you mutter quietly, snuggling further into his chest.

“Night, baby,” he returns, smoothing a hand along your hair.

It’s quiet for a moment or two, and then he sheepishly adds: “I love you.”

No matter how many times you hear it, it still gives you butterflies.

“I love you too.”

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

‘’If you can’t handle a heart like mine, don’t waste your time with me.’’ with reader saying it to Marcus please Ik not getting requests is frustrating but I love your weit bf style

I've based this song on one of my favorite Nessa Barrett song 'Lovebombs' (another fic inspired by her music is in my wip). Please look her up!

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Marcus was your favorite person, but that also made him your favorite target. It’s not what you wanted. That deep attachment made you a very loyal partner, but it had a reverse side. An ugly side.

You didn’t remember how it started — something must’ve set you off. All you remembered was being in the middle of the fight and feeling this intense hatred toward Marcus. You lashed out on him, told him horrible things. Your words had been bullets to his chest, hitting and hurting him in all the right places.

‘’Why do you keep doing this?’’ He was trying to hold it together, knowing if he let his emotion mix with yours, it would be a molotov cocktail.

‘’It’s the way I am, Marcus!’’ you snapped at him, feeling the anger inside you turn into fire. ‘’Sorry that I’m not a perfect girlfriend like Ginny. Sorry that I’m a constant ticking time bomb and ruin dates and parties.’’

‘’Why do you keep bringing Ginny into every argument?’’

The corner of your lips curled into a crooked smile. ‘’That’s an interesting question, uh? I’m not the one that still has pictures of her in my bedroom.’’

Marcus groaned. Shit. You saw them. ‘’I forgot to take them off. They don’t mean anything.’’

‘’Do you imagine her face when we have sex?’’

‘’What?!’’ Half of him wanted to laugh at your ridiculous question, but he bit his tongue. It would only add fuel to the fire. ‘’I can’t believe you’re asking me this… I love you, not Ginny. Can you stop making things up?’’

The sad truth was, you couldn't. Jumping to conclusion, blowing things out of proportion and overreacting was something you were trying really hard to control. It was unfortunately part of your mental illness.

‘’If you can’t handle a heart like mine, don’t waste your time on me.’’

Marcus punched the bridge of his nose and sighed, trying to find something to say that you won’t turn around on him. ‘’I’m not saying— I just want to understand you.’’

‘’I can’t understand myself so, good luck with that.’’ A manic laugh spilled from your mouth.

A few days had passed and an intense guilt filled your body. The war was finally over. A part of you was relieved, but the other was realizing the damages you had caused. All the pain you had caused to the person you loved the most.

With your head hung low, you knocked on Marcus’ door and waved the white flag. He accepted your apologies and wrapped you in his arms, glad the storm was finally over.

‘’I know I’m hard to love sometimes and that I make you the villain of my story. I’m sorry. I really am, Marcus. You don’t deserve all the pain I put you through. It’s not fair to pull you into my chaos.’’ Your eyes were glassy, thinking back at all the horrible things you had said to him the other night. 

He pulled back and tipped your face gently. ‘’When you love someone, you love them regardless of the whole baggage they come with.’’

You looked down. ‘’You say that now, but you’ll change your mind.’’

Marcus shook his head. ‘’Not a chance. I can handle the mean things. I’ve got thick skin.’’ He gave you a soft smile, but you didn’t reciprocate it. 

 ‘’What I said about Ginny—’’

‘’Is all forgiven and forgotten,’’ he finished, shushing you. ‘’I haven't been the most faithful person before, but I love you and that's what makes all the difference to me. I don't care that you're not perfect because I'm not either. I do impulsive things, smoke too much weed and some days I can't bring myself to leave my bed or shower. We're imperfect and it's okay. Perfect people are boring anyway.’’

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[jensensfanfic]

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[jensensfanfic/dojolarusso]

pairing: daniel larusso x reader

warnings: nsfw/18+

notes: we’re gonna say daniel is in his mid 20s for this one. and you’ve been together made 5/6 years? also i got carried away with "J" and "W", wow wow wow

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

daniel will always ask you what you'd like after sex. he'll ask if you want water, a snack, maybe a shower or use the bathroom. or if you want to cuddle... or go for round two.

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

you - you're obsessed with playing with his hair during sex. running your hands through it, pulling it and seeing it all messed up afterwards. you're both ass people and you can't resist give his cheeks a squeeze when his hitting just the right spot, or, digging your nails into the plump flesh when you need it faster.

him - daniel loves your shoulders. he loves to kiss them and, with your consent, plant hickies all over them. he think it looks kinda pretty. he also loves your thighs, and ass - loves to squeeze and grab them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

daniel is very quick to change the sheets after a session if there is a mess left behind. he's not a fan of making that mess, but he does love to cum inside of you whenever you'll let him. on a particularly passionate night one time, he'd finished inside you and while you tried to gain back your breath, you'd watched as he pulled out and then proceeded to slowly gather and push your mixed releases back into you – causing your breath to hitch and you eyes to darken before you suggested going again with a wiggle of your hips.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

it’s not that dirty, but he really loves it when you wear his clothes, like when you surprise him wearing only one of his plaid shirts. ... or a pair of his grey boxers. when he pulls them aside just enough to slide into you, it drives him crazy.

D (bonus) = Dirty talk (do they use it? like it? what do they say?)

daniel isn't incredibly explicit, but he likes a little bit of dirty talk. things you often hear him say during sex include: "let go/cum for/with me, baby" "you feel so good/tight/wet" "fuck yeah" "just like that" "you like that?" "that feels so good, don't stop" "you want it faster/harder/deeper" etc. alson the words he uses most for your "intimate areas" are dick/cock + pussy. he hates the word c**t

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's got some experience, but he's no expert. though, learning what you like and don't like, what makes you tick, what you both enjoy together, the sexual journey he's taken with you, he has very much enjoyed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

call him a romantic, but any position where he gets to see your face, he enjoys. he likes to be able to watch you come apart, and have you in reaching distance, so he can kiss you. missionary, lotus, spooning <3

he also enjoys having you on top. reverse cowgirl gives him a great opportunity to grab your delicious thighs.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's goofy a lot of the time, but you both know when a moment becomes more serious, nay, passionate. often, though, these two moods collide. a funny joke can lead to the clashing of teeth and lips, and then fade into sweet, slow love making. or, vice versa..

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

he’s all about trying to impress and please you, therefore, he tries to keep tidy, in every way

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he will sometimes light candles, play music, even sprinkle your favourite flower petals over the bed. on one particular anniversary, he had made the bathtub look especically fancy, but that night ended with apologies and laughter when you struggled to find a position in the small space and ended up flooding your bathroom. - most of the time his romantic endevours suceed, but sometimes....

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i headcanon that... one night daniel had heard a specific song playing on the radio, it was the song that you had danced to together during a night on the town. it made him start to picture you that night, his head falling back on the sofa as he remembered the shorts you'd worn then. the ones that barely covered your ass, the ones that allowed him to reach down and sneak a feel when the dance floor was too full for anyone to notice. his hand glides over the growing bulge in his jeans as he thinks about the shirt you had worn too. one of his own favourite red button downs. while dancing, you had turned in his arms to grind into him, causing one side of his shirt to fall enough that one of your shoulders were exposed. daniel pulls out his hardness as he remembers how he couldn't resist biting down on your shoulder. the little yelp you had let out is clear as day in his mind as he starts to stroke himself to the memory. that night you both had decided to leave early. he remembers only making it to the very sofa he was sat on right now, before you had torn each other's clothes off, and, for the first time, fucked on a surface other than your shared bed. that was the moment when you had walked in, just home from work and caught him in the act. he was so lost in his nostalgia that he hadn't heard you, so you had quietly put down your bag, before removing your shirt and sneaking over to him. when he finally opened his eyes again, it was because you were now kneeling in front of him, hands gliding up his legs as you asked, "want some help?" you expected surprise, for him to try to excuse himself or say sorry, but instead he nodded, and moved his hand away, only for it to be replaced with your mouth instantly.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he's definitely more vanilla, his kinks arent very hardcore. his two favourite kinks are to watch you get yourself off, or edging you/you edging him. there was one occasion where you'd explored bondage together - you had asked him to tie your hands to the headboard using his black belt, and... well, you've been wanting to ask him to do it again since.

another kink had come about after a steamy birthday evening. it was past 2am and you were both spent. daniel's arms were wrapped around you, just barely grazing your exposed breasts. he was peppering kisses all over the warm skin of your upper back, creating a patch to your lips, but when he got to your neck, he'd realised that you started to doze off. daniel smiled and then shifted his hips, but before he could, you'd gripped his leg quickly. with your eyes still shut, you whispered, 'no.' 'baby, i'm still– uh... i need to pull out... so we can sleep.' you turn your head then, opening your eyes just a smidge. 'don't. please. i wanna be close while we sleep.' 'w-with me... inside?' 'is that okay?' you peck his lips, then wait for a response. daniel takes a minute to think before he answers with a 'yes, baby.'

since that night, cockwarming had become a common occurrence - mostly while falling asleep. however, sometimes, you would slide onto him and cuddle him while he watched tv, and on one night, while you struggled on a awful paper for work(or school), you'd asked him if he could sit on your desk chair before you sunk onto him and enjoyed the feeling of his thick length seated inside you, as your stressed eased away.

since the sofa bj (see letter J^), you most often 'do the do' there or in bed. though, there have been a couple of shower fun times, and even a car quickie.

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

daniel just loves to see you needy or desperate. he loves it when you show, or tell him how much you want, or need him. he is a people you pleaser after all.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he enjoys the idea of light bondage, but a hard no for him is anything more than the aforementioned, soft gi belt. ex: cuffs of any kind, or rope. others include: degradation, public sex, choking and a handful more, but he has full trsut in you and you in him.

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

he prefers giving, and he absolutely loves to do it. when your relationship started getting more intimate, you were honest with him in admitting that he wasn't that great at oral. but you talked him through it, letting him know what you liked and didn't. and it didn't take that long before he was a pro when it came to your body.

he would be lying if he said he didn't like to receive too, though. it turns him on the most when you surprise him with it. either by telling him, out of the blue, how badly you want him in your mouth. or, by ghosting your soft lips in the direction of his waiting arousal.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

slow and sensual is his thing, but he is always happy to meet your demands of 'harder', 'faster' or 'deeper' in the moment.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

before he met you, he had always viewed quickies as emotionless, rushed. he saw them as something that happened only with a one night stand. but you'd convinced him that a quickie between strangers could be just as passionate as it could be in a loving relationship. you'd shown him this, and now he found them to be fun and exciting. he loved it so much when you needed each other so much that you would end up with your bare ass on the kitchen counter, or with just daniel's fly open as he took you against a wall. there had even been a couple of times where an argument had turned into a sweaty mess of a quickie, resulting in tension shattering and fast forgiveness. wherever or whenever they happened, they were just as pleasing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's happy to experiment if it's something you can both agree on, and nothing that crosses either of your boundaries. but all in all, he's not much of a risk taker. unless you count accidentally leaving your bedroom curtains open once in a while.

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

over time, his stamina has improved a lot. it used to be that he would be tired after one round, but nowadays, if you want more, he is more than happy to oblige. and when it comes to giving oral, in the stamina department, he could do it for you all day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn't have any of his own, but, you told him that before you moved in together, you had one little purple friend that you would use when you missed more than just his personality. when you missed his touch, his body, his determination to pleasure you without fail, you would take it out and go to town. when he first heard this, he had blushed at the compliments. then, when you told him the toy didn't make the trip to your shared home, he found a similar toy online. he had given it to you as a gift, with a sticky note attached that read, 'for when i'm not around..... or when i am ;)'.

and this, in turn, led to your discovery of one of his very few kinks.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

it's fifty fifty with this, because daniel loves to tease you, but he also loves to please you. he could edge you for as long as you could take, but then he finds it incredibly difficult not to give in to your pleas.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he thinks he's pretty quiet, and he does have great self-awareness in making sure he's not too loud. but then sometimes he just cannot hold back, and you love it. especially the little 'ah''s he makes when you kiss the sensitive spots behind his ear or the one on a particular area of his abs. there are times during rougher love making that he will let out little growls, and you make it your mission to cause those, as it sends a million shivers through your body.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i got carried away with my hc for this one, so i'll be posting a separate one shot and linking it here soon!! (it is still in the works as i'm not sure how far to take it etc. help would be appreciated?? 👀)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he is pretty well toned thanks to his training over the years. he has a couple of scars on his torso from school fights and general mishaps or clumsiness in the past. there's a particular scar on his left hip that you love to kiss and trace. as for what's going underneath down there, he isn't p-star big, he's pretty average but on the thicker side… ;)

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

high enough for his age. he isn’t sex-crazed and unable to think of anything else… you know? but there are... those days. if we’re going to visualize, maybe you have sex three or four out of seven days in a week. however, that doesn’t account for how many times on those days. to put it simply, you're both incredibly happy and satisfied with your intimacy

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he likes to watch you drift in his arms before falling asleep himself. and this is usually how it goes. but there are some nights when he can't help it. most especially when your hands are in his hair, lightly scratching and stroking his scalp, sending him into a deep slumber

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[mannatea]

Break Open the Sky, a Tales of Symphonia ‘fic (Chapter 13) >COMPLETE<

Final Word Count: 102,513 Summary: What kind of “Hero” of Regeneration would she be to leave an infant to fend for itself? Someone had to have left it here for a reason. The question was, of course, why? But as she lifted the little thing carefully into her arms, the motion reminding her of nights so far in the past, now, the why seemed almost tragically clear: this baby was of mixed blood. Chapter Summary: Raine deals with the consequences of her choice. Pairing/Characters: Raine, Original Characters, will also feature Genis, Regal, and Sheena. Endgame is Regal/Raine. Extra Info: This is technically an Accidental Baby Acquisition story, but I liken it more to “Doorstep Baby” literature because it sure ain’t cute. Rating: Mature, for themes. Genre: Eventual romance, gen, family, character study.

The title is the link to Ao3 for Chapter 13! (This is the final chapter!)

Please drop a comment and leave feedback if you read through the whole thing. 🤍

Notes are under the cut!

I can't believe we're at the end of the road already. I feel like I worked on this story for ages, but it's only been a few months. I did have to edit this final chapter a bit more than I thought I would, but it was mostly for weird syntax because my brain likes to feed me phrases in reverse order sometimes.

I'm a little sad to have to send Molly and Rose away. Part of me wanted to really go into detail about Raine's views on Molly, and why it was such a good thing that Sheena was willing to take her, but I couldn't fit more into the story than was there. Hopefully the idea came across clearly enough.

It's not just that the weather will get cooler and they don't have a real shelter for Molly, but also that she's not willing to ask Regal to pay for or accommodate those things for a pet. It's bad enough they've been relying on him themselves, but to continue to do that with a "pet" is a huge no from Raine. Had Sheena refused to take her, Raine would have had to sell Molly; it's not like she could afford to keep her if they traveled again anyway.

If I could draw I'd totally have a little "family" portrait of Regal & Raine with Marcie & Lila (each girl holding their pet of choice). Alas, I can't draw worth much. I will say, though, that Marcie and Colette would get along so well, haha!

When I initially went to write this scene I thought it would end up being a long one, but as it turns out a numb Raine isn't capable of much. She's not having a good time and feels so stupid about it. Two months ago she knows she would have been jumping for joy to hand that baby over, especially to a good home and wonderful future, and now she feels something that isn't that and doesn't know what to do with it. But then there's also all that relief at the same time, which is so confusing and difficult to process for someone who has always struggled to process these complex emotions (and has frankly never really had a safe space to do that either). She's in shock.

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I am hoping that by this point in the story, it's believable enough to anyone reading that Raine might go to Regal for comfort and to help her sort out her feelings. He's proven he's trustworthy and he's been patient and understanding.

She's a bit down on herself here, but from her perspective the only common denominator in all of these situations is her = she's the problem = there must be something wrong with her.

One thing I'm particularly pleased with in this story, and in this chapter, is that Raine's race doesn't come up much, and she doesn't even really think that seriously about it. It's not that it doesn't matter (of course it does to varying degrees and for different reasons) but this story is first and foremost about Raine's feelings regarding herself: her ability to love and to trust.

Anyway, she's feeling things about Rose! She loves her and feels stupid for it because she knew better and was trying not to. She feels relieved that she's rid of this burden but then ashamed for feeling relief. (Is this how her mother felt when she got rid of her?)

And this sort of leads to a realization that it's just ALWAYS this way: she ALWAYS loves someone too much or too little and it's never a "just right" situation—or at least, it never feels like it is. There might be a part of her that worries she didn't love her parents enough. She didn't love Colette enough. She loved the world too much even though it hated her and wanted her dead. She didn't love Lloyd and Genis enough...but too much at the same time to do things properly.

In the end Raine's biggest issue is that she can't control her love, and lack of control for her = failure = there's something wrong with her.

And even though Regal has already told her it was cruel of someone to tell her she wasted their time when she was younger, she still worries about that. She understands Regal is Interested in her, and is interested in him herself, but the last time she had an understanding with someone it failed because of her. Because she couldn't love someone else enough or in the right ways.

Of course, she is conflating love with sex because society does this, so it's impossible for her to come to the conclusion that she was simply not sexually compatible with that person, but rather, thinks that if she had loved them more or better, then she would have been sexually attracted to them.

So naturally she's afraid of this happening with Regal too. She cares about him and doesn't want to hurt his feelings like that.

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Regal's "I know" in response to her "I love you" is me beaming Han and Leia vibes directly into your brain.

But really, it's important here for the same reason: communication.

Raine has expressed a desire to have her feelings for others understood more clearly and Regal told her that her feelings are not unclear to him; he meant that, and his "I know" is his way of telling her quietly here that he already knows she loves him.

I mean it obviously still feels great to him to hear her say it, but she doesn't need to fear him not already knowing that/feeling loved by her.

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I firmly believe that Alicia was wonderful for Regal when he was younger and needed someone like that in his life, but after all of his experiences the kind of personality he'll mesh well with has changed, and this is how Raine is a better match now.

It's not that I think an older Alicia or a younger Raine would not be compatible with Regal at all, but what you're looking for in a life partner does tend to change as you get older and experience life.

Plus I just really love the idea of Regal being capable of loving more than one person in his life without ever comparing them. He's so self-aware.

He will always love Alicia. Obviously.

But he can love Raine, too. :)

One last thing: the callback of Raine thinking about how Regal forgives so easily is something he might have learned a bit from Alicia. :)

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Raine obviously still has a lot of feelings to work through, but I wanted her conversation with Regal to help lighten the load a bit. She's not a bad person for feeling relieved. She's not stupid for getting attached to Rose (or having complicated feelings about her).

This goes a long way toward helping her feel better about her choice.

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Regal and Raine's big talk. Oh boy. This was planned for a very long time but actually writing it went so much smoother than I could have hoped for, haha! I thought I might struggle with it, but nope, the characters have established a close enough relationship it felt pretty easy and natural to me.

Of course, you might feel differently about it!

Raine kind of knows what's coming before he asks and struggles with the 'why' a lot. Like she has ALL THESE REASONS to think he's a wonderful person worthy of affection but she's not able to view herself as he sees her.

In Regal's mind there are plenty of things to like. He finds her passion for history charming. She's smart and he likes that, too. The way she loves people is different than him but he appreciates it for what it is. She has a good heart. She's a caring person who puts others first often (even if it might be hard to tell she's doing it). He's obviously in love with her lmao.

But the real test is, of course, time and patience. She's afraid of courting because it has an end goal: marriage. And marriage = guaranteed sex. She'll have to. The last relationship she was in gave her a year and then she got an ultimatum to give it up or it was over, and she couldn't manage "loving him enough" in a year.

So what happens with Regal if she can't?

It's terrifying!

We don't get Regal's perspective more here but he doesn't mind things taking a while. He's more about the romancing anyway; he enjoys it.

When Raine agrees to courtship she's trying to trust Regal more. She is afraid of regret, but that regret would come from turning him down due to a lack of trust. She wants to try and trust that he's telling the truth: her love is enough, and he doesn't mind if it takes one year or five.

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Ah, the final scene. (I accidentally lost all my notes after this part twice now so I'm sorry if I miss anything in the rewrite. I haven't eaten all day and it's almost 9pm.)

Marcie's hairstyle:

Lila's hairstyle:

Regal's hairstyle:

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I think everyone knew Marcie would ask Raine if she could call her Mom in this story, so here that is. :) Finally! She was just waiting until Raine seemed to be in a really pleasant mood to ask.

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Regal's "I know" again references Raine's love, this time for Lila, but Regal adds on that he's sure Lila knows too because her feelings are not so unclear to those that know her!!!

And also, when Regal told the girls that actions speak louder than words sometimes, Lila said she thought she understood what he meant. (She was thinking of how Raine talked her through her nightmare and then let her stay with her for the rest of the night. It felt a bit like love to her.)

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The final lines were inspired by this (which was Sara's response when I said I wanted to end the story with rain falling):

First, something something the sky breaking open hahahaha raining hah.

Second, I like the idea from the drama CD that Raine has had a lot of negative experience with the rain (being chased out of towns, having nowhere to go that's safe and warm, etc) so she gets a new memory that's pleasant as a treat.

There's also something here with Raine opening up to Regal about the shame she feels for how she loves incorrectly & rain + the sky opening up.

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Let's talk themes!

Here's a bit I typed into Discord back in April:

But to really get into the meat of it, I think we have to go back to the first chapter's notes.

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“How can we regenerate the world when we can’t even save the people suffering right in front of us?”

This was a major theme, especially at the beginning of the story, but I think it rings true for pretty much everyone. Raine doesn't turn her eyes away from Rose. She doesn't turn away from Lila or from Marcie. Regal does not turn away from any of them. And Sheena doesn't turn away from Raine, which is what enables Rose to have a good life.

Sometimes Raine doesn't see the ways in which she has changed as a person from before the journey of regeneration, but this story hopefully showcased that change.

Of course, she does suffer a lot for her choices, but nobody ever said saving people was easy. Or painless.

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The idea that love (feeling it for others, for yourself, and letting others love you) can break bad, tragic, or harmful cycles.

This goes hand in hand with trust, especially for Raine, because her struggle to trust others is what makes it so hard for her to accept their love (and sometimes to even love herself).

When she allows herself to trust, she learns that there is nothing wrong with her love, or with her, and this gives her the courage to trust more deeply. In trusting Regal and trusting herself she breaks her own brain's cycle of fear.

This is also true for her relationship to Sheena. She trusts Sheena, and in trusting her, she makes a choice out of love for Rose: to do what is objectively best for her...which breaks what could have been a cycle of resentment, abandonment, or of bitter responsibility.

Back to that quote the story is based on:

“We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.” —Walter Mosley, Blue Light

Raine is not trapped in her situation. She is free to change, and she wants to change. In trusting, and in loving others, she has broken cycles and opened herself up to a new and more positive future.

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Ace!Raine and Demi!Regal

I don't want to end this story, or my notes for it, until I talk a bit about the sexualities of the characters. It's not as if I haven't written some (admittedly emotional) smut for these characters, but I really love the idea of Demi!Regal, and honestly I view him as extremely demi. You can blame the drama CD for that. He just strikes me as the sort of person to feel things slowly, but once those feelings have taken root, the connection is extremely strong. This is partially why I kept putting flower mentions in this story: he feels the connection forming and wants it to "bloom", i.e., reach its natural conclusion—whatever it is.

And of course, with that deep emotional connection comes sexual desire, as is typical with demis. (This is for the sequel though.)

Raine is definitely asexual here. She doesn't feel a sexual attraction to anyone. I wouldn't describe her as sex-repulsed, but I would say she's afraid of sex to varying degrees for a couple of reasons (one of which was hinted at in the story). I hope what I did explore here of her sexuality rings true to at least some degree to any ace (or questioning!) folks out there. I think it's worth noting that everyone's experiences are different, so I don't expect this to hit home for everyone. If your experience doesn't match up at all, that's totally fine.

Also, Raine was written very specifically and deliberately as an asexual audhd woman with trauma, so I was pulling from a lot of different sources for her trust issues, struggle with emotions and honesty, and...everything, actually.

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So what's next, now that we've reached the end? Well, first, I want to thank everyone who took the time to read this passion project of mine. I cannot express to you how much this story means to me; it's been a decade since I felt so strongly about telling a story, and I can't believe the entire first draft, over 100,000 words, was written in three weeks.

I hope you found something in this story to connect to.

And I hope you'll tell me what you think of it, if you have a minute to type out a few words on AO3.

Thank you so much for reading.

As to what's next: I have been working on outlining the sequel, which deals much more seriously with what Sybak is up to, mechanics of healing, and Raine's struggle with her sexuality in a committed relationship. A good number of the rest of the cast shows up, too...and not for just a chapter or two. And of course, Lila and Marcie stick around. <3

If this interests you in any serious capacity, do let me know; I'm not unhappy with the feedback I've received on this story (and huge thank you to almost_home and @likes-words-and-shrimp for commenting on every chapter, the two of you are the reason I took the time to edit so much), but I don't want to spend months of my life writing a story if there isn't much interest in it. Y'all know how it is.

Take care!! <3

[deadhumourist]

Real Sugar: Two days before Cassis

Pairing: Rockstar!Frankie and F!Reader, Chef AU.

Rating: M - minors go away!

Author chooses not to use warnings. This photo isn't perfect but it's the grooming and grin mentioned in the story.

Drabble - During Chapter 2 of Real Sugar, Chef invites Frankie to the restaurant, Cassis, where she is head chef. This little drabble shows what you didn't see in Chapter 2 between the invitation and the actual dinner. Part one of two drabbles. Un-beta'd, mistakes are my own.

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Frankie had been watching d-day draw closer all week. He was a patient man but every time he walked into his home studio he caught himself glancing at the calendar which Will had insisted they keep pinned to the wall. 

Two days to go.

Frankie shuffled into his kitchen, his worn t-shirt rumpled on his sleep-warmed body.

His soft, unruly curls stuck up in all directions from a restless night in his king size bed. 

The previous night he had stayed in the studio until 1am, long after the guys had left. Setting his bass guitar down after plucking at it listlessly, he leaned forward, elbows on the cold, unforgiving mixing panel. It demanded excellence and creativity and Frankie had little to offer it tonight.

The heel of his hand pressed to his brow, his long, nimble fingers scratched into his scalp to summon inspiration from what felt like an empty well. 

After a while he just…gave up. Grabbed his phone off the panel and switched the lights off. It seemed someone else was also awake. He opened his text messages.

Natalya: "U up?"

Frankie: "Yeah"

Natalya: Can I cum over? Wanna fuck u daddy."

There was a long pause as Frankie stared at the words. He should have been excited about sex on offer but his pulse was curiously flat. He felt…he didn't know what he felt but it wasn't sad, or melancholy. He probably just needed someone warm and soft to sink into, he reasoned. 

Natalya: "😘"

Frankie: "Yeah ok."

And hour later he was on his back, counting the sunspots on her shoulder blade as she rode him reverse cowgirl style. Her moans bounced around the walls like a discordant melody and Frankie felt something bristle under his skin. Something felt off.

In a smooth motion, he pulled her back to his front and flipped her over. Caging her under his broad frame, he elicited an excited squeal from her when he pushed into her heat again from behind. His hand fumbled against the duvet to find her clit so she could come soon. 

She turned her face halfway to him and laughed huskily through her hair. "Ahha yes Daddy. Give it to me. I want it."

He rocked up into her again and rubbed furiously over her sensitive bud, and soon she was thrashing under him, loud screams piercing the chilled early morning air in the bedroom.

As soon as she caught her breath, he got up, yanked the condom off and went to dispose of it. When he came back, she was buttoning up her dress. She winked at him and grabbed her bag, kissing him on the cheek on the way out.

He was alone again. 

This morning that fact seemed like a mercy because he didn't feel like seeing anyone. 

Groggily he poured beans into the coffee machine compartment and pressed the grind button. The machine whirred to life, whining angrily into the quiet kitchen while Frankie absentmindedly scratched his butt cheek. 

Coffee in hand he trudged back to bed. After downing the espresso, he snuggled in and fell right back off to sleep.

One day to go.

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Santiago had keys to Frankie's place. A fact that Frankie sometimes forgot until he spotted Santi on his couch with his 1925 Gibson L1, deep in concentration and singing under his breath as the strings moved under his calloused fingers. Santi always said picks were for kids. 

"Hola Feo!" Frankie yelled from the hallway as he heard the telltale signs of Santi's presence. 

"Buenas días mi pequeño bagre," Santi smirked. 

As Frankie rounded the corner Santi immediately saw that Frankie had trimmed his patchy facial hair. The unruly whiskers had earned him a band nickname and he was rarely clean shaven or even really groomed these days. Santi smelled a rat.

"Hermano! Going somewhere?"

Frankie turned guiltily and gave him a toothy grin. 

"Dinner tonight. Come with me, I want you to try the food, see if you like it."

Frankie had never shown a particular interest in food, often opting for sandwiches or frozen pizzas. If his belly was full, he was generally fine.

"Hmmmm, okay. Where are we going?"

"Cassis". And with that cryptic answer, Frankie disappeared down the hallway again.

His friend's excitement was palpable from where he sat. Wondering what Frankie could be up to, he picked his guitar back up and strummed while his mind worked. 

Translation: "Buenas días mi pequeño bagre = Good morning my little catfish

Comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you! <3

[writtenbyme-c]

I have an exr writing prompt for you! Beauty and the Beast but it's reversed from what is expected - E is the Beast, cursed for his pride, and R is the 'beauty' who stumbles drunk into his home.

When you sent this it made my brain go !!!! but then I had to go to sleep, and so the next day was spent with me just staring at my laptop hoping that whatever it was I had thought of would come back. I'm not too sure if it did, but I'm happy with the result.

Short fic (about 2k) under the cut! Will be cross-posted on AO3 at some point in the future probably.

Potential Trigger Warnings: - drunkenness & vague references to alcohol abuse - protest violence - there's deffo some kind of fear of abandonment thing going on

(Please let me know if I've missed any and I'll add them)

Beauty and the Beast

Combeferre had made sure Enjolras knew just how much he had fucked up this time. He hadn’t listened to the others when they said to leave the anti-protest protesters alone, instead he charged head-first into an argument that escalated to the point that Bahorel needed to intervene. Bahorel, who was now in hospital, because one of those assholes had a metal pipe.

              Enjolras had sat, staring at his shoes where they were streaking mud on the hospital waiting-room linoleum, and let himself be berated, torn to shreds, picked apart by his best friend in the entire world, his brother. When Combeferre had finished, with tears streaking over his face, mixing with the blood from the cut on his cheek, he’d pointed to the door and without a word managed to tell Enjolras to get the fuck out.

              So he had. He’d left, like a fucking coward, because he couldn’t face the disappointment of his friends. And now he was back home, in his grey-walled apartment, with nothing to do but worry, stew, and regret every choice that had led him to that moment.

              Enjolras was very aware that he could be a bit prideful sometimes. It used to be something his parents had praised him for; they raised him to take pride in the house, his looks, their money. Then he turned fifteen, Combeferre had moved to town, and he realised just how much his parents – and himself – were privileged assholes. It had taken a while for him to un-learn the way he spoke to people (although Courfeyrac always says he never lost his charm even when the slime slipped away), and how he viewed the world and his possessions. He’d never thought he was better than anyone, but he had been under the impression that his privilege meant people should instantly respect him. It had been a difficult journey, a hard habit to break, but he had broken it. He was better now; compassionate, understanding, helpful.

              Except for when people tried to get in the way of that. Sometimes, even now, eight years after he’d had the epiphany and six since he was disowned, he forgets that he doesn’t have his parents’ money to hide behind, to fall back on. He jumps head-first into fights, both literally and figuratively, and, yeah, part of him still thinks he’s indestructible, untouchable. But when his friends get hurt because of it… well it doesn’t make him feel good; it makes him uncomfortably aware of all the learning and un-learning he still has to do.

              “Ah, fuck.”

              Enjolras whipped his head around at the voice, not having heard the door open while he was brooding.

              “Who’s there?” He asked, standing up from his couch to squint at the person in the doorway; it was too dark to see them clearly, the apartment having darkened around Enjolras since he’d returned home. They were leaning heavily against the doorframe, and Enjolras sighed. “Grantaire. What are you doing here?”

              Grantaire hiccupped. “Came to see our mighty leader, of course.”

              “Why?” Enjolras sat back down on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest then immediately uncrossing them when he realised how juvenile it looked.

              Grantaire flicked the switch and flinched at the light before closing the door behind him and stepping into the apartment. He bumped into the bookshelf again on the way – the same bookshelf that made him hiss the expletive that knocked Enjolras out of his reverie.

              “When did you move your bookshelf?” Grantaire said, flopping down onto the couch beside him and kicking his feet up on the coffee table. His head was at the same level as Enjolras’ shoulder, he was slouching so much.

              Enjolras scoffed. “I didn’t, you just can’t walk in a straight line.”

              “Hm, checks out,” Grantaire said, nodding. He lifted a hand and poked at Enjolras’ thigh. “Why so glum, chum?”

              “Bahorel is in the hospital,” Enjolras said, all too aware of his incredulous tone.

              “Eh, he’s fine.”

              “How can you say that?” Enjolras sat up straighter, voice rising. “How can you be so calm? How could you have gotten drunk when our friend is in need? How could-”

              Grantaire interrupted him by literally putting his hand over Enjolras’ mouth. “You gonna get off that high-horse or do I need to get you a helmet?” Enjolras glared at him but said nothing, so Grantaire let go. “First of all I was drunk before I was told about Bahorel.”

              “Weren’t you at the protest?” Enjolras knew that Grantaire hadn’t been at the protest because he’d spent the first thirty minutes trying to discretely look for him. Although, by the looks Courfeyrac kept sending him, he wasn’t being discrete about it at all.

              “You know I wasn’t, or you wouldn’t have got into a fight,” Grantaire said, and even though it was slurred he did have a very good point. Enjolras could always count on Grantaire to pull him back before things got rough. He just wished he could do the same for the drunk. “Anyway.” Another hiccup. “Baz is fine.”

              “He was unconscious-”

              “Yeah, two hours ago. He’s fine now. They did scans or something. Barely a bruised rib.”

              Enjolras blinked. “Two hours?”

              Grantaire nodded, then yawned. He burrowed into the couch a bit more and folded his arms over his chest. “I’m gonna sleep now.”

              Enjolras lightly smacked his arms until he squinted his eyes open.

              “What?”

              “Bahorel has been awake for two hours? Why didn’t anyone call me?”

              Grantaire sighed heavily. “I tried; it went to voicemail. Feuilly tried as well but I don’t think it got past two rings before Combeferre banned anyone from contacting you.”

              Enjolras paled. “He what?”

              “Said you needed time or something, I don’t know,” Grantaire closed his eyes again as he spoke, his words barely stringing together by the end. Enjolras hit him again. “I’m awake!”

              “Barely. You need water.” Enjolras stood, making his way to the kitchen.

              “What I need is sleep,” Grantaire called after him, but even so, he sat up and turn on the TV.

              Enjolras let his kitchen door swing shut behind him, the gentle woosh of it going back and forth in the doorframe helped to ebb away leftover tension from before. He turned the tap on and leaned against the sink, watching it fill up for a couple of seconds before hitting the switch for the food disposer and getting rid of whatever it was that was blocking the drain. He grabbed a glass off the draining board, triple checked it for water spots, then held it under the stream of water.

              Combeferre had stopped Feuilly from contacting him. It shocked Enjolras, he’d admit. No matter how far things had gone in the past, no matter what consequences his actions had had, Combeferre had never cut off communication with him. He didn’t know what made this time so different – perhaps it was the emotion of the moment, or Ferre was having a bad day, or maybe it was just the final straw.

              He’d been pushing his luck lately and he knew it. Mouthing off to police at protests, calling out politicians on Twitter with too many expletives, taking over tasks that he’d been forced to delegate in the first place. He’d always maintained that he didn’t want to be the leader of Les Amis, that every member was equal, but he struggled to trust people to get things done to the standard he would do it himself. Sure a lot of them were dependable, capable, but others (namely the one currently in his living room), not so much.

              The water started spilling over Enjolras’ hand, so he stopped the tap and poured a little bit out the top. When he returned to the living room, Grantaire was sitting forward on the couch, staring at the TV in awe. Enjolras glanced at the screen, expecting some sort of nature documentary, but it was just on the TV Guide.

              “Are you cross-faded right now?” Enjolras asked, taking every ounce of willpower to hold back a disappointed sigh.

              Grantaire simply grinned at him and took the glass of water. He gulped down about half of it then set the glass on the coffee table. Enjolras sat back down, fingers twisting in his lap.

              “You don’t need to worry,” Grantaire said after a few minutes of him attempting to find something to watch. He turned the TV off and threw the remote onto the coffee table. It slid to a stop right before knocking into the glass.

              “I’m not worrying,” Enjolras said, not looking up from where he was picking at the skin around his nails.

              Grantaire’s hands covered his own. “They still love you.”

              Enjolras blinked at the sudden tears that sprung in his eyes. He glanced up at Grantaire through his lashes then quickly looked back down when he saw bright blue already staring back.

              “Enjolras,” Grantaire spoke quieter, his face closer, but his words no less slurred, his breath no less bitter from the alcohol, “We’d never leave you.”

              Enjolras sniffed. “I don’t understand why. I can be terrible.”

              Grantaire sat back but didn’t let go of his hands. “Yes, you can.” He squeezed tightly. “But you’re also incredible. And you care so much.”

              Enjolras shrugged.

              Grantaire let go and settled back into the sofa again, head close to falling onto Enjolras’ shoulder, arms crossed tightly over his chest as if he was attempting to use them as a blanket. Enjolras looked up slowly, out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw Grantaire’s own eyes closed he let himself look freely.

              He hadn’t let himself think about it any more than in passing. A brief thought at the end of a meeting, when Grantaire would be laughing in the back of the room with Eponine and a glass of wine. A fleeting idea as they walked along the Seine after Jehan’s poetry recital, Courfeyrac and Grantaire repeating the words dramatically, with mirth but also unwavering respect and love. A vague wandering when they bumped into each other at the second-hand bookstore on the other side of the city; literally bumping hands as they reached for the same book, so focused on finding the tome that they hadn’t even noticed the other was there.

              Grantaire wasn’t the most conventionally attractive person, but that had never been a thing Enjolras cared about anyway. Despite his drunkenness and his tendency to be chronically late to everything even remotely important, Grantaire was someone who had caught Enjolras’ eye. Or rather, his mind. His heart. It was so fucking sappy – something he’d always thought himself above, even after his un-conditioning. But Grantaire, in between the slurred rambles and barely-spiteful insults, was so clever, so witty and charming and intelligent. Beautiful. Quite frankly, Enjolras couldn’t figure out why it had taken him so long to realise it, they’d known each other for four years. Sure, they spent two and a half of them in near-constant arguments, and then another year with a tenuous, unsteady friendship, but the last six months had been different.

              Grantaire hadn’t been drinking quite as much – tonight notwithstanding – and they’d actually spent time together just the two of them. Time that felt like it shifted the air between them, made it something charged, full of potential. Enjolras had always been aware, in the back of his mind, that Grantaire had more-than-platonic feelings for him, but for so long he’d disregarded them as nothing more than a silly crush, undue reverence. In the last six months, he’d realised it was something else, something more. It scared him, a little bit.

              Enjolras didn’t really know where they stood – wasn’t even sure he wanted anything more while Grantaire was so unstable – but he couldn’t help how he felt. (He let his eyes trail across the profile of Grantaire’s face; felt his heart flip and land somewhere in his stomach). And he felt a lot.

              “Why are you here Grantaire?” Enjolras whispered, not expecting a response.

              Grantaire kept his eyes closed but gave a crooked smirk, one that looked resigned but hopeful, as if he’d been so used to one way of life that he couldn’t quite believe another was available to him. He reached a hand out blindly but still managed to find Enjolras’.

              “I care too.”

[lec743]

FNAF Pirate AU (some history)

This is my favorite part about writing stories, is that you get to make up the history.

Zulon, the planet, is kind of fucked up.

Like, you have a powerful being who brings in completely random creatures, sometimes on accident, and they just reversibly change the way the planet is. For example, they haven’t needed to come up in the actual story yet, but there are rock people in this world. They’re big and boulder-y and essentially, imagine them as a mix of the Gorons from the Zelda games and all of geodude’s different evolution types from pokemon, but instead of having any kind of eyes or human like face, it’s all just smooth/rough/wet rock. They’re one of the oldest creatures on the planet. I haven’t given their people a name yet.

I like to imagine Baby, Ballora and BB being rock people.

I do have dryads in my pirate au. I just think it’s funny to have tree people being on a water planet... Well, not exactly funny. Just ironic I guess. They’re relatively a rare people. They exist and everyone on Zulon knows about them, you just don’t see them like you used to. I just call them stickmen instead of dryads in my fanfic because it was the first stupid word that popped in my head and I’m sticking with it, damn it.

All your stardrop/coughdrop/jitterbug oc’s are the type of animatronics that I would label as “stickman” in my pirate au.

Now you have the anthropomorphic animals. There’s not a lot of animal anthropomorphic variety. Personally, I think its much more fun to stick to the limited animal animatronic listings that we have from the games (I don’t research the books so don’t @ me on it), because you truly get the loss from my world with this. I mean, sure people made it through the flooding of their world, but not everyone. And I don’t make the fish or sea creatures anthro either. The meat eaters of the world have to eat something and I’m not doing a cannibal story in this house, no thank you. They call themselves “beasties”.

So everyone that’s an animal animatronic is a regular anthro-animal in my pirate au.

 They all have their own origin stories on how they came to be. I might write out their stories if I feel like it.

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@spaciebabie, @bones-of-a-rabbit, @wooooooooloooooooo

[xian-1502]

Topical post: days are rolling by. at variable pace.my thoughts are cycling the same track of sorts. So i’m mostly set on what i’m getting, however i failed to account that i am aggressively average at wrapping and presentation. Was so sure i got the hardest part out of the way just to curb myself again. I’ll see what i can strap together. Also i gotta pack, so i can see how i’ll arrange all my stuff and all that jazz. Lest i be halfway to hell on the midnight of black trying to play reverse “unpacking: the video game” i’ll figure something out at least. Probably.

I have an odd mix of anticipation, anxiety, and excitement with this upcoming trip. Concerned about flights and potential mishaps, curious about innumerable things, and excited to have the 1 week trial. It’s a hurricane of feelings but it’s nothing i think i have to be particularly wary or conscious of. pretty normal tbh, this bananas.

Been thinking a great deal about how i want my hair. Originally i was gonna dye it on my birthday but i just retwisted and washed it and it’s like, i do NOT wanna do ts again. so its gotta wait for after my next wash, which might actually be soon i could possibly get dye it on my birthday, and then go to the concert with and trip with that hair. Then with styling, idk if i want twist, braid, or curl/knot out. Unfortunately imo they’re inversely proportional to how good i think they look on me, and how easy they are to do/keep for a while. TO’s with two strands are super easy but like, i kinda don’t like that twist out too much? it’s really whatever to me. BO’s though, they give a Wayyyyy better result in the wave pattern, love the way they come out and stay, they give locs an organic cute squiggle as opposed to the craig sharp coil from a TO. CO’s clear so easily on the looks chart though. They start of tight like a loose medusa-esque curl, then they unravel over time and set into this perfect sort of fall and flick up/around sort of look on the hair. a sort of perfect storm in good looking messy hair. but the knots, curls i have to do are so tedious and also hard to make sure they stay in place. Also they make me look like i never got locs. While i can appreciate that look a bit , i think i (and most people) look way better with longer hair. I’ll figure it out ig, but sitting somewhere between the braid and curl/knot style. Really wanna try those and see how long they last now that i have this mousse.

Wondering what kind of in between and lounge activities will be done. What games/shows watched aside from the expected. How/where’s the “whatever” lie down time and a lot gonna be. How late are we gonna wake up or stay up. And will i be physiologically pacific in that regard as well? or do i just adapt with the sunlight since it’s close enough. Nothing i know, but spend too much time trying to picture. Considering it’s coming right up and i don’t need to waste the film in my cranial imax screeening(radical dome).

Not much else i really think i’ve been thinking about( memorably) between my free time at least. Mostly ricocheting between thinking about work and school, and then making sure i’m on time for those and my other stuff. So sometimes i don’t get to spend time discerning what all this means in my head. Like today i clocked out and was like “ ah free to think about whatever” and my first thought was that i’m gonna be back in 12 hours 😭. The cheese is slipping off my cracker. Big cum is cracking my shell and they’re gonna make me a garden variety best buy geeky gooner (crazy chain of words and false trait attribution)

Regardless, these are my thoughts i think (some windbag, idk). that’s all folks like that guy from the luney toon

Pisses me off how sega sound team and sonic game design team make such godly music and concepts and then the publishing and commercial teams just grind it into the fucking ground with branding, exclusivity deals, arbitrary time crunches.

Shout out to my hero( my goat( tails but sonic by association ) is NOT washed)

[emilyoracle]

Your English Teachers Lied To You: Editing Edition.

Part One (Bad Writing Rules Edition).

It took me a dozen+ years of writing to learn how to properly edit- to learn what editing actually entails. Because guess what was never explained to me?

Proofreading is not editing.

So for everyone out there whose English teachers also failed you, here’s a guide to the reality of the editing process. It’s not comprehensive, it’s just to give you a leg up if you, like me, thought “editing” meant changing a few sentences and making sure there weren’t any grammatical or spelling errors. Unfortunately it’s a little (a lot) more involved than that.

First Things First: Write Your First Draft.

Just do it. Know that no matter how hard you try to make this first draft perfect, you are still going to have to edit it. So you might as well save the editing for later and finish the story. And really think hard about starting over half-way through. If you aren’t completely changing the plot or characters, you probably don’t have to. Most everything can be fixed in the next stage:

Developmental Editing.

Look at the story as a whole. Really consider what you want from this story: how you want readers to feel as they go through it, what pacing and atmospheres are required, how you want to portray the world, and how sympathetic or real each character needs to be.

This is a crucial part of editing that I didn’t know when I was younger. You need to look at your (written!) story with intent and make conscious decisions. The first draft came from your heart, the next drafts need to come from your brain. (But if you try to make the first draft come from your brain, you’ll never finish.)

Even once your draft is written, don’t be afraid to rip it apart. It is not a finished product. Think of it as an extended outline; you still have the opportunity to change your mind about plot points, character arcs, world building, etc. Sometimes even the years-long plans that sounded great in your head turn out not-so-great on paper. Do what it takes to make the story the best version of itself, even if that means killing your darlings. (Just make sure to keep an unedited version saved in case you want to reverse any changes.) Keep in mind that you are not done writing. You might still be writing scenes, heck, entire chapters, from scratch.

If you’re having trouble seeing where improvements can be made on a first draft, that very rarely (if ever) means it is perfect and cannot be improved. This is a good time to find beta readers. If you can’t see your story objectively, listen to where and what your beta readers want to see changed and consider why. Try rewriting those scenes and characters accordingly and be open-minded to admitting it improves the story.

The “stages” of editing, by the way, are not one-time acts. You might developmental edit six times, maybe twenty, maybe only once. It depends on the story and its needs, not yours. Don’t change a few scenes and move on because you’re impatient. You want your story to be cohesive and as close as possible to its final form (not its final wording!) when you’ve finished developmental editing. Then you can move on to:

Line Editing.

If the story, as a whole, is the best version of itself, now is the time to look at its individual fibers. That is, the sentences. “Line” editing, right, who saw that coming?

Now is the time to stress about synonyms and word order. This is when you can beautify sentences, dig into that thesaurus, make sure your characters’ voices are unique and consistent.

To be fair, all the processes of editing get a bit mixed up. If you’re fixing some sentences during developmental editing, that’s fine, it’s bound to happen. If you know exactly how you want to change something, then sure, go for it while you’re looking at it. Just don’t stress about it during that stage, because that sentence or paragraph might be chopped entirely by the time you’re done. That’s why you need to be sure you are finished with developmental editing before wasting time tweaking narration and dialogue that might not exist in a few drafts.

In this stage you can finally look at the style of your writing and work on being a good writer, not just a good storyteller. Syntax, narration flow, visceral descriptions… this is the time to polish your writing to how you always imagined it’d be when you win that Pulitzer Prize or Hugo Award.

When you can feel that shiny trophy in your hand as you read your beautiful, lilting prose, now is the time for:

Copy Editing.

This is when you look at the nitty-gritty. Make sure grammar is working to your advantage (whether that means it’s “correct” or not is up to you). Check that no repeated words stand out and important words deliver the impact you want. Pay attention to whether the vocabulary and language matches the genre, world, and atmosphere.

Copy editing and line editing are often shown to be the same thing, and you can very well do both of these at the same time. Line editing as described above will always involve some form of copy editing because it’s a focus on language and style. However, personally, I believe it’s still a good idea to reread your latest draft with detail-oriented specifics in mind. And finally we can move on to:

Proofreading.

This is what you always did two minutes before submitting that essay you wrote an hour before it was due. And it is not editing. And most word processes basically do this for you now. It’s essentially just double-checking that spelling and punctuation are correct and that the manuscript is in the format necessary for whatever its next step is (if you’re querying, that it matches agent or publishing house parameters, if you’re publishing, that it fits the physical book layout, etc).

PSA: The names of these stages aren’t relevant. It’s for the sake of categorization and distinction. Different people seem to have different concepts of what developmental, line, copy editing, and proofreading are. They use different names for the same thing or group two together when others say they’re separate processes. Really, none of that matters. What matters is that you do what you need to do, regardless of what name it’s called.

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Don’t forget to write a sentence of your story today! Thanks for reading~

[janecrockeyre]

scum villain is a greek tragedy disguised as a regular tragedy disguised as a comedy disguised as a danmei

this is going to be long, and this is only PART ONE.

a.k.a, Analysing the plot of Scum Villain’s Self Saving System through Aristotle’s Poetics, because I Have Mental Issues

Part One: Introduction and the Tragic Hero

Scum Villain’s Self Saving System is a tragedy disguised as a comedy, unless you’re Shen Yuan, in which case it’s a mixture of a romance and a survival horror. It's a fever dream. It's a horrible, terrible book that made me feel new undiscovered emotions when I finished reading it. 

The thing is... SVSSS shares characteristics with some of the most famous tragedies in the West, such as Oedipus Rex, Medea, Antigone, the Oresteia... if you haven’t read these, I’ll explain everything. But the gist of my argument is this: SVSSS is the perfect tragedy. In triplicate. 

Tragedy as a genre is old as balls and so it has meant slightly different things to different people over the last few thousand years. I'll be focusing on ancient Greek tragedy, which was performed at the yearly Festival of Dionysus in Athens during the 500-350s BC (give or take a hundred years). Aristotle, when writing about this very specific subset of tragedy, had no idea that one day Scum Villain would be written, and then that I would be using his work as a way to look at Shen Qingqiu’s Funky Transmigration Mistake. Anyway!

Greek tragedy greatly influenced European dramatic tradition. I have a lot of opinions about white academics idolising and upholding the classics as the "paragon of culture" but I'll withhold them for now. I have no idea if MXTX has read Greek tragedy or not, so don't take this as me saying they are writing it. 

In my opinion, tragedy is a universal human constant. We are surrounded by pain and hurt and none of it makes any sense, so we seek to process that pain through drama, art, literature, etc. We want to understand why pain happens, and how it happens, and try to make sense of the senseless. The universe is cold and cruel and random. Tragedy eases some of that pain. 

On that note: Just because I am analysing Scum Villain through a Greek lens doesn't mean that it was written that way. I'm pasting an interpretation onto the book when there's probably a very rich and deep history of Chinese tragedy that I just don't know about. If you ever want to talk about that, please, god, hit me up, I would love to learn about it!! 

Anyway, tragedy. MXTX is excellent at it! Mo Dao Zu Shi? Painful dynastic family tragedy. Heaven Official's Blessing? Mostly romance, but she managed to get that pure pain in there, huh? 

But in my opinion, Scum Villain holds the crown for the most tragic of her stories. MDZS was more of a mystery. TGCF was more of a romance. Neither of them shy away from their tragic elements. 

Scum Villain would fit right in between the work of Sophocles, Euripides and Aeschylus. How? Let me show you. Join me on my mystery tour into the world of "Aristotle Analyses Danmei..."

Part One: The Tragic Hero

What is a tragic hero? Generally, Greek tragic heroes are united by the same key characteristics. He must be imperfect, having a "fatal flaw" of some kind. He must have something to lose. And he must go from fortune to misfortune thanks to that fatal flaw. 

There are two (technically three) tragic protagonists in SVSSS and all of them are tragic in different but formulaic ways. Each protagonist has their own version of “hamartia” or a “fatal flaw”. 

Actually, hamartia isn’t necessarily a flaw - rather, it is a thing which makes the audience pity and fear for them, a careful imperfection, a point of weakness in the character’s morality or reasoning that allows for bad things to happen to them. For example, in Oedipus Rex, the king Oedipus has a “fatal flaw” of always wanting to find the truth, but this isn’t exactly a flaw, right? Note: this flaw can be completely unwitting, as we see with Shen Yuan. It can also be something that the protagonist is born with, some kind of trait from birth or very young. 

Shen Yuan

Shen Yuan’s “hamartia” is his rigid adherence to fate and his inability to read a situation as anything but how he thinks it ought to be. He believes that Bingmei will grow into Bingge, and it takes several years, two deaths, and some truly traumatising sex to convince him otherwise. 

Shen Jiu

Shen Jiu’s fatal flaw is his cruelty. It is his own sadistic treatment and abuse of Binghe which directly leads to his eventual dismemberment. This is kind of a no-brainer. Of course, it isn't all that simple, and as an audience we pity him for his cruelty as much as we fear it because we know it comes from his own abuse as a child. This just makes him even more tragic. Delicious. 

Luo Binghe

Luo Binghe’s fatal flaw is a complicated mix of things. It is his position as the “protagonist” which compels him to act in certain ways and be forced to suffer. It is his half-demonic heritage, something entirely out of his control, which sets in motion his tragic reversal of fortune when he gets yeeted into the Abyss. He also, much like Shen Yuan, has the propensity to jump to conclusions and somehow make 2 + 2 = 5. 

As well as having their respective “flaws”, all three protagonists match the rough outline of a good tragic hero in another way: they are in a position of great wealth and power. Even when you split the different characters into different “versions”, this still holds true. Yes, Luo Binghe is raised a commoner by a washerwoman foster mother, but his dad is an emperor and he also ends up becoming an emperor himself. 

Yes, Shen Jiu is an ex-slave and a victim of abuse himself, but Shen Qingqiu is a powerful peak lord with an entire mountain’s worth of resources at his back. 

Shen Yuan is a second generation new money rich kid. 

Bingge is a stereotypical protagonist with a golden finger. Bingmei is a treasured and loved disciple with a good reputation and a privileged seat by his shizun’s side. 

In a tragedy, having this kind of good fortune at the beginning of your story is dangerous. Chaucer says that tragedy is (badly translated into modern english) “a certain story / of him that stood in great prosperity / and falls out of high degree / into misery, and ends up wretchedly”. If we follow this line of thinking, a good tragedy is about someone who has a lot to lose, losing everything because of one fatal point of weakness that they fail to address or understand. 

If we look at Shakespeare, this is what makes King Lear such a fantastic tragic protagonist. He is a king in control of most of England, who from his own lack of wisdom and excess of pride, decides to split his kingdom apart to give to his daughters, favouring his murderous, double crossing progeny, and condemning his only actually filial daughter to death. He loses his kingdom, his mind, and his beloved daughter, all because of his own stupidity.

This brings us to:

Part Two: Peripeteia

This reversal of fortunes is called peripeteia. It is the moment where the entire plot shifts, and the hero’s fortunes go from good to bad. Think of it like one of those magic eye puzzles, where you stare at the image until a 3D shark appears, except you realise the shark was always there, you just couldn't ever see it, waiting for you, hungry, deadly, always lurking just behind that delightful pattern of random blue squiggles. 

Each tragic hero has their own moment of peripeteia in SVSSS, sometimes several:

Shen Qingqiu

In the original PIDW, SQQ’s peripeteia presumably occurs when he finds out that Bingge didn’t perish in the Abyss but has actually been training hard to come and pay him back. There’s really not much I’m interested in saying here - as a villain, OG!SQQ is cut and dry, and the audience doesn’t really feel any pity or fear for him. As Shen Yuan often mentions, what the audience feels when they see OG!SQQ is bloodlust and sick satisfaction. There is also the trial at Huan Hua Palace, which I will talk about in Shen Yuan’s section. 

Shen Yuan (SQQ 2.0)

One of SY’s most poggers moment of peripeteia is the glorious, terrifying section between hearing Binghe for the first time after the Abyss moment, and getting shoved into the Water Prison. 

“Behind him, a low and soft voice came: “Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu’s neck felt stiff as he slowly turned his head. Luo Binghe’s face was the most frightening thing he had ever seen.

The scariest thing about it was that the expression on his face was not cold at all. His smile wasn’t sharp like a knife. Rather, it showed a kind of bone-deep gentleness and amiability.”

This is the moment of true horror for Shen Yuan, because he knows what happens next: the plot unfurls before him, inevitable and painful, and he knows that death awaits him at Luo Binghe's hands (lol). Compare it with the bone deep certainty with which he faces his own downfall during the sham of a trial later in the chapter (I’ve bolded the important part):

“In the original work, Qiu Haitang’s appearance signified only one thing: Shen Qingqiu’s complete fall from grace. [...] Shen Qingqiu’s heart streamed with tears. Great Master… I know you’re doing this for my own good, but I’ll actually suffer if she speaks her words clearly. This truly is the saying “not frightened of doing a shameful deed, just afraid the ghost (consequences) will come knocking”!”

After the peripeteia is usually the denouement where the plot wraps up and the threads are all tied together leaving no loose ends, but because this tragedy isn’t Shen Yuan’s but the former Shen Jiu’s, it’s impossible to finish. 

Shen Yuan cannot provide the meaningful answers that the narrative demands because 1) he doesn’t have any memory of doing anything, and 2) he wasn’t the person who did them. Narratively, he cannot follow the same path as the former SQQ because he lacks the same fatal flaw: cruelty. 

This is why Binghe doesn’t kill him - because he loves him, rather than despises him. And this is why Shen Yuan has to sacrifice himself and die for Luo Binghe in order to save him from Xin Mo: because the narrative demands that denouement follows peripeteia, and SQQ’s fate is in the hands of the narrative. 

(Side note: I believe that this literal death also represents the death of OG!SQQ's tragic arc. The body that committed all those crimes must die to satisfy the narrative. SQQ must die, like burning down a forest, so that new growth can sprout from the ashes. After this, Shen Yuan's story has more room to develop instead.)

It must happen to show Bingmei that SQQ loves him too. And this brings us to Bingmei.

Bingmei

Bingmei has two succinct moments of utter downfall. The first is a literal fall - his flaw, his demonic heritage, leads his beloved shizun to throw him down into the Abyss. From his point of view, SQQ is punishing him simply for the status of his birth. He rapidly goes from being loved and cherished unconditionally, to being the victim of an assassination attempt. 

He realises that he is totally unlovable: that for the crimes of his species that he never had a hand in, he must pay the price as well: that his shizun is so righteous that no matter what love there was between them, if SQQ sees a demon, he will kill it. Even if that demon is Bingmei. 

The second moment is when SQQ dies for him. Again, from his point of view, he was chasing after a man who was struggling to see him as a human being. Shen Qingqiu’s death makes Bingmei realise that he has been completely misunderstanding his shizun: that SQQ would literally die for him, the ultimate act of self sacrifice from love: that SQQ loved him despite his demon heritage. 

Much like King Lear holding the corpse of his daughter and wailing in sheer grief and pain because he did this, he caused this, Bingmei gets to hold his shizun's cold body and cry his eyes out and know that it was his fault. (Kind of.)

(Yes, I’m bringing Shakespeare into this, no I am not justifying myself)

Maybe I'm a bit sadistic, but that scene slaps. Let me show you a comparison of scenes so you get the picture. 

Re-enter KING LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms; EDGAR, Captain, and others following

KING LEAR

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:

Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so

That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone for ever!

I know when one is dead, and when one lives;

She's dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass;

If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,

Why, then she lives.

[...]

 KING LEAR

And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,

And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,

Never, never, never, never, never!

Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir.

Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,

Look there, look there!

Dies

Versus this scene in SVSSS: 

Luo Binghe turned a deaf ear to everything else, greatly agitated and at a loss of what to do. He was still holding Shen Qingqiu’s body, which was rapidly cooling down. It seemed like he wanted to call for him loudly and forcefully shake him awake, yet he didn’t dare to, as if he was afraid of being scolded. He said slowly, “Shizun?”

[...]

Luo Binghe involuntarily held Shen Qingqiu closer.

He said in a small voice, “I was wrong, Shizun, I really… know that I was wrong.

“I… I didn’t want to kill you…”

PAIN. SO MUCH BEAUTIFUL PAIN. Yes, I know Shakespeare isn’t Athenian, but he was inspired by the good old stuff and he also knew how to write a perfect tragedy on his own terms. Anyway. I’ll find more Greek examples later.

This post was a bit all over the place, but I hope it has been fun to read. Part Two will be coming At Some Point, Who Knows When. This is a bit messy and unedited, but hey, I’m not getting paid or graded, so you can eat any typos or errors. Unless you’re here to talk to me about Chinese tragedy, in which case, please pull up a seat, let me get you a drink, make yourself at home.

ps: if you want to retweet this, here is the promo tweet!

[jaesqueso]

Something new (m)

pairing: boyfriend!haechan x fem!reader

summary: you try doming your usually dom boyfriend at his request

word count: 1,532

warnings: light foot play (it’s over the clothes but consider yourselves warned), very light bondage, oral sex (giving and receiving), unprotected sex (please protect yourselves though)

a/n: well this was fun to write, I feel hot just thinking about doming this brat... please do give me some feedback! ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

“Would you ever dom me?”

Haechan’s words linger in your head as you curl up around his body in his bed trying to watch a movie on his laptop. Ever since you began your sex life together he was always the one in charge and you didn’t mind because all you wanted to do was submit to him. So it came as a surprise when he randomly asked you if you’d consider switching roles sometime. Reluctantly you said you’d think about it and he told you to make it a surprise if you decided to go ahead.

As you lay behind him with a leg over his waist you decide to give it a try. You slowly move you foot to his crotch gently rubbing it.

“What are you doing babe?” He asks as he massages your bare thigh, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Don’t worry about it,” you remove his hand from you leg, “just keep watching the movie.”

You keep moving you foot over his sweatpants and you feel him getting hard. You lean over and start kissing his neck, leaving a bite here and there. He lets out a soft moan and you smile against his skin. You speed up your movement over his length and he tries to place his hand on your thigh again but you hold it next to his chest.

His breathing gets faster and he squeezes your hand. You sense him getting closer as he softly moves his hips against you to get more friction.

“Are you gonna cum with just my foot?” You whisper in his ear.

He only hums, bitting his lip not wanting to give into your tease. You press your chest against his back squishing your breasts between you too and in this new found closeness Haechan finally lets loose with a shaky moan. You move your foot a lit bit more feeling his dick throbbing inside his now wet pants.

You softly push him to lay on his back as he’s still panting, the movie you were watching already forgotten. You remove his shirt and then look down at his crotch seeing the wet patch on his pants.

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” He looks down too. “What a naughty boy. Did that feel good?” He looks back at you and nods slightly embarrassed. “Well, you should thank me now, don’t you think?”

He nods again and was about to get up to turn your bodies around but you push him back into the mattress.

“Stay.” You firmly say and he freezes.

You move back a bit and remove your already damp panties leaving you in just a tight top, nipples poking through as you didn’t bother to wear a bra. You come closer to him again grabbing his wrists over his exposed torso, tying them together using the piece of underwear you just removed from your body.

“Naughty boys don’t get to touch.” You say as you give him a very light peck, barely touching his lips. His mouth chases yours as you pull back.

You place yourself above his head, knees on each side giving him a perfect view of your pussy. You look down and watch his hungry eyes as he licks his lips.

“You’re gonna eat me out now and I’ll only get up when you make me cum, understood?” You barely give him time to answer as you sit down on his face.

He starts to lick your clit and humming as if he hasn’t tasted you for months, which was definitely not true and the one day hickeys on your neck could prove it. You lean your head back and moan running your hand through his hair.

“That’s it baby, your mouth feels so good.” You keep moaning and he seems to enjoy the praise by the way his tongue swirls on your clit.

You look down and watch his eyes follow the movements of your breasts as you breath heavily so you decide to give him a better view removing the last piece of clothing on your body. His eyes widen and he speeds up his movements when you start playing with your boobs. You look back as you feel him struggle with his tied wrists, knowing him he just wants to set his hands free to run them all over your body.

You feel your orgasm build up inside you so you start moving your hips as you ride his face. A few more licks and you cum on his mouth moaning his name. You keep moving as you come down your high and then get up.

“Good job baby.” You smile at his glistening face as he licks your juices from his lips. “Somebody enjoyed eating his girl out.” You look at the tent in his pants and start to remove them. “No underwear? You naughty, naughty boy.”

You kneel between his legs and take a long lick through all his length. He whimpers in pleasure and you smirk. Who knew your dom boyfriend could get so submissive?

You tease the tip of his cock with your tongue while you run your nails through his thighs.

“Please…” he speaks for the first time since you started your little game.

“Someone sounds desperate.” You look up at him with a smirk. “Tell me, what does my naughty boy want?”

“I-I want to be inside you…” He hesitantly says.

“Inside what part of me? My mouth?” He gasps as you take his whole dick and start bobbing your head painfully slow.

“Please baby…” he pleas in between moans.

“Is it not my mouth you want?” You release his member and crawl up his body until you’re face to face with a desperate Haechan. “What is it then?”

“I want…” He looks nervous, you never saw him like this. For a second you question if he’s okay with it but then again he asked you to, and it would be a lie to say you weren’t enjoying it. “Your pussy… I want my dick inside your pussy, please.”

“That’s my boy.” He give him a proper kiss as you align his cock with your entrance. “Since you asked so nicely it’s only fair I give you what you want.” You sit up and lower yourself on his length.

You both moan as he slides in so easily, this whole reverse roles situation has you dripping. You grab his still tied wrists to support yourself as you start bouncing on his dick. Not coping with your slow rhythm he starts moving his hips towards yours, but you sit down on him pushing him onto the bed.

“Don’t be bratty Haechanie,” you look deep into his eyes and he gulps, “or I might have to edge you until you learn to behave.”

“I-I’m sorry…” He mutters desperate for you to move again.

“Good boy.” You start bouncing again, this time a bit faster. “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes..” He moans.

“Where do you want to cum?” You speed up your hips even more.

“In-ah-inside you!” He groans as he gets closer.

“Inside me?” You repeat.

He vigorously nods.

“You’re gonna fill me up real good?”

He nods again closing his eyes, trying to hold his orgasm. You lean in and whisper in his ear.

“Then do it.”

And just like that he spills his seed in your warmth. You bounce a few more times taking your hand to your clit and soon your juices mix inside you, moans filling the air in his room. You collapse on top of him sliding out of his dick, cum oozing down on his body.

A few seconds later you reach into his nightstand, where you know he keeps some tissues, and clean both of you. Throwing the tissues away you lay on his side.

“Babe…” He lifts up his wrists in your direction and only then you remember he’s still tied up with your panties.

“I’m sorry!” You both giggle as you untie him.

Once free, he grabs your face and kisses you passionately. You melt into the kiss hoping this means you did a good job.

“So…” You say as he breaks the kiss laying on his side and pulling you closer. “Was that anything like you expected?”

“Oh babe,” he leans closer to your face placing a strand of hair behind your ear, “it was even better. You’re a natural.”

“You’re just saying that.” You hide your face in his chest returning to your regular shy and sub status.

“I promise you, I’m not. Thank you for doing this for me.” He kisses your forehead. “You know I like to take charge but I’d be down for another round of this sometime…”

“Really?” You look up at him to make sure he’s not just teasing you like he usually does.

“Yes, Y/N.” He gives you a soft kiss. “But now,” he pushes you to lay down on your back as he hovers above you, “let me remind you how it feels to be under my control.”

You smile as he kisses your neck. You knew Haechan wouldn’t last being the sub for too long without doming you right back.

[queerbitchdiaz-archived]

minute by minute

the aftermath of eddie’s breakdown (aka evak but make it buddie) 

(also this started because of a post @pearwson made so this is her fault)

Slowly, the pitch black night faded into a pale grey. 

Soft, gentle breaths left Eddie where he laid in bed, perfectly tucked in beneath his covers. Buck had a feeling that he was in a deep sleep at this point, unlikely to wake up for at least a few hours, considering how much energy he had exerted earlier in the night - but of course he was still careful as he tip-toed around the house. 

Shards of a broken lamp were gently placed into a garbage bag, pieces of the treadmill brought out into the hallway for now, until Buck could figure out what to do with them. The baseball bat was put back into the closet - far back. Eddie wouldn’t need it. Eddie was safe, and Buck was determined to make sure that he felt just so - however long it may take. 

One hour ticked by, and then two.

At some point, Buck found himself in the doorway of Eddie’s bedroom, leaning against the doorframe, a cup of coffee warming the palms of his hands. Swallowing down some of the hot, comforting liquid, he dropped his head, temple against the white-painted wood as he looked down - appreciated the soft, gentle movements of Eddie’s breaths. Buck liked those so much better than the quick, panicked ones he had felt against his own body a mere four hours earlier, as he had wrapped himself around Eddie, his tears soaking his shirt. 

A part of Buck felt bad - wanted to hate himself for not noticing just how bad things had gotten with Eddie. But he could bathe in his own self-loathing later - because right now, this wasn’t about him. And yeah, maybe he should have been here earlier, but at least he was here now. 

With one last look at Eddie, Buck turned around, gently closing the bedroom door so that he could bring out his phone, easily finding Bobby’s number. 

“Buck?” 

“Hey, cap - um… I’m sorry for doing this, but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to make my shift today.”

“Everything okay? Something happen?”

“It’s uh… It’s Eddie. I don’t know if it’s my place to talk to you about it, it’s probably not - but I… he needs me today.” Eddie would never use those words - just like Buck would likely never use those words, had the situation been reversed - but they were true nonetheless. And in fact - the reverse was probably true at the same time - Buck needed to be next to Eddie today for his own sake as well. Needed to make sure that he was - well, not okay, because clearly he wasn’t - but he needed to make sure that things didn’t get worse. And he needed to make sure that if they did - he was there. 

“Take the day, I’ll find someone to fill in,” Bobby said, faster than Buck would have expected. Perhaps Bobby hadn’t been all that blind to the fact that Eddie was struggling after all. “And Buck?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Day by day.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“It means that you like to help people. I admire that about you, and I always have. But you have a tendency to want to help people by fixing them. Sometimes that’s not what they need.  Sometimes they need time. Sometimes they need people. So whatever is going on - just… remember that. Day by day - and if that’s too much, then you take it hour by hour. And if that’s too much, then… minute by minute.”

Eventually, Buck said goodbye to Bobby and hung up the phone. He called dispatch to let them know that Eddie wasn’t coming in, then he called Karen to make sure that Christopher could stay with them for a few more hours - then, finally, he was able to place his phone aside. 

As he started another cup of coffee, the sound of the bubbling coffee maker mixed with the early birds outside the window - awoken by the soft sunlight, streaming into Eddie’s kitchen. 

After pouring the coffee into a new mug, and buttering a piece of toast, Buck carried them both into the bedroom, placing them gently onto Eddie’s nightstand. 

Eddie - who was still fast asleep, face rubbed raw from drying tears; Eddie - whose knuckles were still bruised and bloody from last night. But Eddie - who was alive, and breathing in the morning sunlight. Eddie - who wouldn’t feel good when he woke up, but he would inevitably feel better than when he had fallen asleep. Eddie - who was not alone. 

Day by day. Hour by hour. Minute by minute. 

Buck could do that. Eddie could do that. They could do that.

[sugar-petals]

sub!Yuzu | nsfw alphabet

🌹 NOTE ⇢ content for our fave figure skater, the legend himself. mr. yuzuru hanyu is 1000% dom candy and i’m here to honor it at length ⛸

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tags + warnings. dom/sub dynamics, femdom!reader, role reversal hc, smut, kinks, cum play, spanking, sex toys, very freaky yuzu, kitten play, mdlb, crying kink, food play, prostate orgasms, bondage, some deeper stuff & angsty bits, asthma mention, aftercare

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

Once the cat ears come off, who is Yuzuru Hanyu not to remain in character for a while. For the shits and giggles, and because it’s cozy. Once a catboy, always a catboy, it’s the law of the land. Curling up, kneading at you for the head pats and massages, you know the programme. 

Also: Yuzu is famously soft-spoken and always finds the right thing to say. So, stimulating conversation for the cooldown. This is literally so nice. He’s unafraid to reflect everything in detail, say what he preferred, what you could change up together, what he wants to try next. The afterglow is not just physical, as in you give him something to drink, it’s 70% verbal which is very important to him as a consistent habit.

Of course, not to forget: Always gotta have a Winnie Pooh plushie ready. He embraces it readily and, as we know him, does some roleplay right then and there. Yuzu, professional cutiepie he is, is the kinda sub who treats all plush and pillow stuff as alive and breathing. You as his domme are in on the play and also treat his things as holy as they are to him. That Yuzu lets you into that world is the biggest compliment you can possibly get. 

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

We all know Yuzu’s godly ass and thighs. Or the staggering waist and beautiful black hair that makes him a total bombshell in his classic comb-back styles. His face is soft and expressive and so damn unique, his legs muscular and long, his back and tummy chiseled, the list goes on and on. Jesus, he has so many great features. All body parts a masterpiece. That are all capable of god-tier contortionism on top of that, gotta mention it in passing. Just so you know if you haven’t seen him bend his every limb into directions you wouldn’t believe are humanly possible. 

Interestingly though. If he chooses, Yuzu picks his feet: They are his most important instrument and weak spot. His ankles are where the magic happens. So, you taking care of them a little would mean the world to him, imagine a candle light massage. Not to worry, no-gross-alert. Yuzu has perfect and cute feet. That’s gonna be a Victorian moment, oh my god I saw his ankles. For his partner, short and simple: He likes a shoulder to lean on. He loves being touchy in general, all body parts are amazing to him. Being in a profession that’s all about the physics, Yuzuru knows about the wonders of the body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Certified king of cumsluts, doesn’t even hesitate. The more, the merrier. If he’s not covered in sticky stuff, Yuzu would be underchallenged. It’s less about the taste, texture or any degradation, for him it’s the playing around with his tongue. Somebody wants his mouth preoccupied. Give the cat his milk. Feed him his own cum mixed with yours. He’s gonna lap at it and swallow.

Since Yuzu’s dream is a mommy domme baking him something, he just loves the smell of dough and hazelnuts and cinnamon and everything — you know what’s coming: Imagine the food play. Nuts indeed. Anything that even remotely looks like a creampie is something he wants to get his lips on. And Yuzu is not the type to be a foodie at all, let that sink in. Sexual-looking food is just too big a temptation, though. And you spoiling him that way... oh my. Surefire way to end up in bed right after. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a butt plug collection. Once almost went on the ice with one in. The more you know. Also— this guy is the kinda type fantasizing to get absolutely railed on a bed of plushies. He has troubles suggesting it to you because he doesn’t want them to get actually dirty. But the idea gets the two of you kind of horny. Sometimes, a thought is better as a fantasy than actually executing it. You can use it for riling up’s sake, whispering it to him during dirty talk. How you’ll bounce on him and ruin him and milk him while he’s splayed out so innocently on your bed. I smell corruption kink. 

Another secret Yuzu keeps is just how much he changed his mind about wanting his partner to control everything in bed. He grew up with a pre-defined ideal type of a cute, nice skater girl who’d let the reins very loosely around him, who he can speak Japanese to because he had problems with English, who is small and someone he will protect. It wasn’t something based on experience and trying things out: It was simply expected of him. People wanted the domineering Yuzuru on ice to be that way in private, and make use of his power, be a man, savior, boss. 

The reality being: He never felt truly as tough on the ice, nor was he gender-conforming in person. In fact, that is what he became famous for, and it reassured Yuzuru very often how people would accept and actually celebrate this side of him. Which is so refreshing, and a sight to see. The side that was dorky, clingy, childish, gorgeous, and cute has always been there, but now he embraces it more as his comfort place. He has to know what he’s doing in his skating programme and show competitive spirit to achieve his dreams, but that’s where it stops.

His former ideals are something people wanted to hear, it was an adaptation of the environment rather than thinking it through on his own. So, years later — oh boy have things changed. Yuzuru no longer defines his ideal type that way, saying whoever he likes is someone he’d be with. What was a fantasy template and filter is now gone and adapted to his newfound, own preferences. Yuzu is comfortably open-minded rather than being a copy to mainstream. He found fun in speaking English, opened up to the world at large, had more girls around him who he could befriend, grew more confident in his stature, and is well aware — turns out he’s the cute one. Who needs to be taken under a wing. He likes strong-minded girls and says if he had a wife, she’d dominate him. Yuzuru secretly wants her to be in charge entirely, she owns his body and soul. Not in daily life where things are just normal and everyone goes about their business. Sexually, where he surrenders instead, and is taken care of.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The tale of an introvert. What he knows — he hides it well. Has eyefucked a whole lot of people and is the type to lust like mad from a far distance, and nobody will ever know. Crushes harder than peppercorns in a mill. If he loves someone, it lingers in his mind every split second of the day, may god have mercy on him. And if you know him: Yuzu aims too high to keep it light and easy and clumsy. He hates being an amateur, he’s terrified of starting out something. He dreads not knowing what to do, how exactly to behave, talk, touch, breathe, respond, negotiate, prepare. That’s a hundred percent like hell to him.

Ironically, he has a natural feeling for it and he’s literally amazing in bed, has a sense for social interaction is all the way cute with something valuable to say. But what he believes is something way different. Yuzuru is a diehard, nervous perfectionist. He can only think of it as a rated performance since his mind usually has to work that way to skate well. His esteem is on a knife edge depending on how well he thinks he does. So, the inevitable: He will shy away from sex altogether. He draws immense skating passion from staying celibate, in fact it’s his success secret, but it still eats him up from the inside and makes him frustrated beyond measure. Not even for the pleasure, since he’s so ambitious that’s almost forgotten about, but for being told he did well. 

That’s how much he believes sex is a drill and capability test. And it’s sad that he thinks it’s like his skating career, racking up points for the impossible things judges want and being in a deadlock when it comes to showing his artistic side. He feels thrown into cold water if he doesn’t know everything beforehand. If he ever works up the courage, which probably won’t happen, he will pay an expert to learn from rather than let something all over the place happen with a random person or even someone he might like. 

Yes, you heard that right. He’d rather see a sex worker than ‘mess up’ his first time according to his sky-high standards. So, Yuzu’s experience remains limited since he’s so 100% do or die, and so anxious, and so torn about social interaction, he doesn’t get how his peers can be playboys and get married and flirt with someone they like and all that. He sort of has an easier time with guys, but girls... he can’t approach. To top it off, he also feels like he’d burden his first time one somebody or embarrasses himself, so he will reject and avoid suitors. Those are usually not the people he crushes so hard on to begin with. It’s bound to be one-sided and he knows, so he will abstain and focus on career and use the cheers of his fans as a substitute.

Truth is, he feels helpless and distant from sex sometimes, especially with his practice-heavy lifestyle and hyper-smart mind, Yuzuru has an intelligence that exceeds what most people can grasp. He’s alone on the ice and Brian as a coach is often the only reference person who truly gets him, and leads him well without being controlling. But that’s professional life. Sexually, Yuzuru is metaphorically: coachless. He surely observed it well when Javier (the #1 ladies man, his opposite) was still active and a social butterfly helping him fit in, but Yuzu would always be worried about his extreme fame and spotless image when introduced to someone fangirling over him. He’d rather prefer someone who comes across as a mentor and solid, loyal-to-death person to look up to. So he would do anything to have someone benevolent like that. Most girls would expect him to be the sex god and expert, but he knows that’s only half of the story and based on his characters on the ice. Yuzu crafts these to counterbalance how he really is — withdrawn and indirect. 

Yuzu is extremely calculating and selective, he scans suitors well, protects his reputation, and is mortified of failure. So, he’d rather learn it by the book and from someone he’s not emotionally attached to. In a one-night stand that might also be the case, but he doesn’t know what to expect, and he’s absolutely terrified of sudden sexual vulnerability. He himself often says he values his own struggle between feeling so weak and being strong again 

Besides: He’d have problems squeezing hookups into his schedule and lifestyle, he’d have to cut down on things and create a double life. Plus, Yuzu is famously inept with social interaction up close, he flees the noise and unpredictability. So, it’s better to have a long-term partner. If he doesn’t know something yet, he has it down in one day like the single axel. Definitely counts on his partner teaching him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

We know Yuzu’s signature move is the lean-back Ina Bauer. So, whatever position allows for an arch is the real deal (cough, taking the strap — oh my god his ass is made for it). But anyway, he can pull off anything with that stellar flexibility and core strength. 

If I think about it. Yuzu might like sitting on your lap very much. I know it’s not a sex position, I mean it can be once his inner lapdancer awakens or you use a strap-on, I rather mean... just for some sweet moments and making out. But yeah: Fathom Yuzu gyrating on your like that. Not in an outright lascivious manner or Chippendales style. The Hanyu way, with embellishments and all the grace. This is gonna be a huge turn-on and perfect foreplay position.  

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not much to elaborate here: Yep, Yuzu is true goofball indeed. Really flustered and clumsy when eye-to-eye in missionary, and yet: He’s ultra serious towards the end, there’s gonna be an aggressive staredown before cumming. The feeling gets pretty intense, his duality between silly and ‘yeah, give it to me’ is no joke.

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

Would probably die from inflammation if he shaved clean under those tight suits and did all these chafe-heavy skating routines. Doesn’t have a lot of body hair to begin with, but for pits and pubes, it’s alive, wild, and decently long. Out of all people, Yuzu cares particularly about aesthetics, but in this case pragmatism will prevail. He doesn’t care too much about it either as long as it doesn’t get in the way of something. Having sex with Yuzu tends to be well um well all about a hundred types of friction so any stubble would be a bad idea.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You haven’t seen a guy in love like that. It’s a figure skater thing for sure. Since he works to portray these sentiments on the ice daily, hardly anybody can play up feelings so delicately and palpably like Yuzuru. Emotion is what his entire career is built on. He knows how to express himself directly, appropriately, intimately. Couldn’t be any more romantic. Yuzu can’t go without it. 

Very passionate, ‘for your eyes only’ kind of atmosphere. Yes, he shows off on the ice, it’s his job (although of course, that word doesn’t really sum up what skating means to him). But private Yuzu is someone you can claim as yours. He will make it clear, he wants to belong to you, he’s yours, dedicated, devotion is the entire point. Less with a slant of what some subs like, very hands-on ownership of a mistress. It’s more emotional. He’s really attached and all smitten. Your private little haven is everything to him. 

Talking about little: Yuzu can be quite a pillow prince sometimes. At least when the initiative doesn’t go back and forth as it frequently does, you often alternate with suggestions and ways of tweaking an ongoing play session. You blindfold him or tie his wrists, He might be standard tired from practice or just fascinated to watch you work your magic on him. 

He also likes music to set the tone for intimacy, who’s surprised. Prepare: Yuzu likes dramatic classical music all the way. He’s probably one of the few people who can make it more than ‘classy’ and definitely more than cringe. He selects pieces very well. This is gonna be a practice template to cum together when the music reaches its peak. Makes the whole thing full of adrenaline.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lots of fun to him. Would beat it 24/7 if the ice wasn’t calling him. Drowns himself in lube. This guy’s me-time is so rated R, Cardi B would be inspired to remix WAP to wet ass penis as an anthem just for him. A dry dick is a ruined day for Yuzuru, as is a session without teasing his prostate in whatever way he currently fancies. Once he tried it, he never went back. The intensity knocking him out is something that Yuzu thinks about all the time. Strokes like a pro, does all these little moans, can do it forever, loves the feeling, chases the high. Adrenaline junkie on the ice? No different with his hand around his cock. 

Will masturbate everywhere in the house and has to really get his head in the game to make sure he won’t ruin any carpets. So, he always has at least two towels with him. In the kitchen, in front of the TV, in the shower, the bed. Watches his fair share of eclectic porn, he gets really desperate. Especially before you started dating, Yuzu would shut himself in until the lotion ran out. Can jack off to something romantic (he starts crying) or something extreme (he loves shocking himself and ). 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Very curious about sadomasochism. Googles a lot of things that make him hard during the day. Often jawdropped by his research, but once he tries things out with you, nothing can really shock him anymore. Absolutely wants to be collared, it’s his biggest fantasy. Another little secret he has, Yuzu is decked out in skating gloves, right. He wishes he could feel you wearing them, or he keeps them on for sex himself, the lacey transparent ones. Looks especially pretty when his wrists are tied so, major photograpy material. Oh yes, Yuzu likes the camera, he can work it. The guy is photogenic in any position and can strike any angle you want. Your phone background is a new Yuzu snapshot every week already, imagine your gallery, 5800 kinky pictures.  

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’m gonna say it. The frozen lake out of town, late at night, condoms and lube with you. A quickie that will leave your genitals frozen. Yuzu might get stuck inside you because it’s -15 Celsius. Call that fantasy on ice. Jokes aside: Come on, Yuzu is the biggest ever hermit homebody. The couch will have a bunch of indents after your week-long fucking sessions after he comes home training. Also, at his desk while he does work for university. You ride him, Yuzu studies. Double the ambition. His dick is completely sore. The lake out of town thing might go down, but without sex. Just skating together under the stars, Yuzu doing amazing spins and spirals around you, very very romantic.

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

Yuzu is a crazed Sagittarius. Have you seen these men? They just want it all. Must be the influence of Jupiter. Zeus was definitely vibing that way. And yes, Yuzu has borderline unhealthy gold medal thinking in bed. He wants to be not just good but damn good with pleasing you. If you don’t have a good time and head home without an orgasm, he’ll consider himself a failure. Yuzu won’t cut himself any slack there. You’d have a hard time changing his ways into something more chill and moderate. Instead, you will see the benefits of rolling with it once you see how improvement fuels him and does make sex really mindblowing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Couldn’t do things like slapping you, spanking. Yuzu makes for a terrible daddy dom, it’d not suit him.

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

Cum-dripping oral mess, Yuzu is the brave kind. Totally into it, and can’t resist a good blowjob. Will act different afterwards, there’s a lot of erotic tension. “This evening again?” is what those eyes are saying.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Outstanding kinesthetic intelligence. Every inch of his body follows his intent, and yours if you have him take on certain ways of kneeling. Yuzu can do it all, whatever you want. Tantalizing, moderato, overwhelmingly fast. He can take it, he can portray it. And knows the value of a pause like a true connoisseur. Not just when he wants to prevent cumming early, also just because the moment is right. That’s why cockwarming is a staple, as well as you having him wait patiently for kisses. To top it off: If you give him a blowjob, building up the tension by doing nothing is damn effective. The ruined orgasms you’re gonna give him... delicious.

Everything’s gonna have nice transitions as well, no awkward climbing and rolling and tangling limbs. If he gets something from another room that you need, no slouching. The university course as good as the extracurricular activities. Being inconsistent with any subsidiary details? Not in the Hanyu household, he’s keeping it classy. Yuzu feels like if he makes the bridges to new positions even remotely messy, the feeling is killed and it’s as if he’d break character mid-skate. Although he’ll have to practice and refine and test a lot of things because he’s not super experienced and adapting to your own movements is an individualized thing to do, he’s a masterclass of quality, period.

Even when things get fast and heated, nothing feels off. Having that kind of body smartness also means: Yuzu learns by touch, whatever you do. He knows by the way you pull his hair what comes next. How much saliva drips off your tongue when you suck at his neck, he knows how hard you’ll to ravage him in five minutes. This guy observes things you aren’t even conscious of because his physical understanding is just so fine-tuned.

The sense of rhythm, and every skating programme of him will showcase that, unbeatable. Unless his mood is really impacted by something severe, your guy feels it in every bone. He’s an artist, after all, he listens to music all the time. Dissecting rhythms to turn them into movement is what his line of work is all about. The pace will always fit the mood. Everything is precise, but never crude. Instead, the way he moves is dictated by an inherent flow. With little accents that match right with any thrust, like putting his hands on your sides when you’re on top of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hit it Shakira: Whenever, wherever! He seemingly carries an entire condom factory with him. Or, to be more exact: At least three of them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This one’s a complicated case. Yuzu being reckless on the ice may or may not mirror in your private life. He might need some downtime, so bring out the soft domme stuff. No trial and error stuff, just going through a routine of things you love the most. On the other hand, he always gives it all. This guy’s endurance at your hands is amazing. Advanced kinds of BDSM he will not feel deterred from at all. Rough toys, anal hooks, sounding, whips, why not is Yuzu’s motto. But then again. He has such a confusing mix of innocence and feeling like he’s completely hardcore. You might end up experimenting a lot, but also not daring the leap sometimes because the mood is different. And then rather go for softer hours, where Yuzu will be all shy shy and more bursting with excitement than ever. A good, interesting mix is what I’m saying.

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

Yuzuru, once he gets a bit of practice to gauge the situation... Viagra on two legs, absolute unexpected powerhouse. You might end up pondering to work out a little and go for a run because this guy is in a consistently outstanding shape to say the least. Olympic athletes are literally hard to fuck with. And since Yuzu is starfishing sometimes (which is very adorable), or he’s in bondage for some time, that presents a further problem: For a second round, he’s full of energy, while you already spent energy. So, you alternate with who’s active, and the other leans back entirely. He has to remind himself since his body is programmed for it: This is no contest — the point is feeling good.

You might ride him reverse cowgirl all the way while you watch TV, and after the overstimulation fades he will eat you out ad nauseam, full course slobbering, sweeping the whole menu. That way, it’s less about keeping up with him, which would be hard for most people not doing sports at his galactic level. He understands, Yuzu knows he’s not normal in that regard, you don’t have to worry. Some exercise still doesn’t hurt, just to further increase the quality of sex anyway.

Then again: Why go jogging and do some laps wasting valuable together time when Yuzu’s lap is the best workout? And running doesn’t guarantee your stamina in bed is perfect even if it does help. You rather wanna manage how to draw out the arousal. It’s a self-control thing, with the goal of having you match up in every aspect as good as you can. In which case, you can count on him to pull it off: Have you seen Yuzu doing jumps side by side with a bunch of female skaters? Copy paste. This guy knows how to synchronize with the ladies.

Something that has to be mentioned beside that, though. Yuzu has asthma since 2 years old, and it’s often a mind thing to him still these days. He doesn’t let it stop him from sleeping with you because as always, he’s not letting anything get in his way. He has learned to live and thrive with it. But you both have to mind the possibility of an attack, he prevents it with inhalers, and the mood plays a crucial role. Yuzu being comfortable and confident is so important to his breathing, and keeping a good rhythm rather than being chaotic in bed. So, you will plan most of your sexual activities rather than improvising. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Would stuff an entire sex shop into his every available orifice. Yuzu is a toy freak, he wants to try everything. Motto: a new one every day. Well, almost. But he can afford it. Buys stuff he uses solely on himself, things you use on him, things he uses solo and you use on him, and as the cherry on top, every possible high end vibrator on the market for you. Any size, too. This bitch will browse through the latest innovations, prepare to get off. He’s obsessed with seeing you use it on yourself. Yuzu owns a separate phone just for videos of you buzzing your clit, and him fingering you for minutes and minutes. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Extremely so. Loves to be a total brat only to get put into his place. He does it so you’ll pull the chin grab on him. He likes getting choked out as a punishment as well. Yuzu also tends to be very around the corner if you will when it comes to soft subbing, he lays over expecting cuddles but doesn’t say so. Buds his head against your chest, nuzzles, and so on. Lighter forms of teasing come to him very easily. Loves to prompt. Roughhousing, banter, favorite thing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud because his voice is very very light, but unsurprisingly — he’s just beautiful. What a nice tone. Gorgeous whimpering sounds. And when you go hard on him, voice cracks! And really heavy breathing. What’s gonna be the most striking though is his expressiveness. We know it from the ice and interviews, and he can really amp it up even further. No need for screaming, that face will speak the volumes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ll be blessed with him if you have a huge crying kink. Yuzu definitely opens the waterworks every other week in bed. Happy tears, horny tears, relief tears, aftercare tears, orgasm tears, masochist tears, romantic tears, subspace tears, he has it all. He also begs for the type of pain that makes it stream down his face for minutes. He’s touchy-feely all the way and feels like he can really connect with you that way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His ass twitching is kind of a spectacle, but I don’t have to tell you, do I. Yuzu has muscles for the gods in there. So voluptuous, you can’t call it any other way. Big booty boyfriend, Jesus you can show him off, he loves it. Around the house, he will flaunt them big ole athlete buns in particular, acting like it’s unintended. Um, Yuzu, those are joggings. Smack it, he is sure to moan. 

And may I respectfully mention as well — this guy has some major big ass balls figuratively and literally. How else would someone be motivated to jump a triple axel like it’s nothing. Not kidding, they’re big and round and ugh. His love for tight pants doesn’t help. He knows what your eyes like and dresses just to flex the goods. Screams for more spanking and pinching if you ask me. Yuzu is definitely serving it. Well-endowed, you lucky girl.

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

Mega horny, ready when you are. On a scale from zero to hundred? Breaching into the 90 percent right there. Yuzu’s hormones are literally insane. On paper he’s 26, but his dick wants the 18th birthday party. Jesus is he gonna be clingy when he’s in the mood. All wrapped around you in a backhug in the kitchen or when you iron a costume of his, and that’s sexy of him. He’s not gonna hide what’s filling out those sweatpants. He’ll desperately grind up against you like it’s Christmas.

Paired with his puppy eyes and little “Do you have some time... I’ll iron this tomorrow” — instant pounce. He’s admittedly a bit hard to keep up with sometimes, though. The reason: With that level of exercise, he has major pent-up energy. That machine is definitely running. Heavy sports changes your hormones, nervous system, and especially blood flow. Now take that to the scale of his performances and regimens? That equals a firework of horny. No wonder he masturbates all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes some time. He cools down, sweats it out, chugs water. However, don’t underestimate how tired Yuzu can already be. His daily routines and competitions have a toll on him. Ironically, he’s not a deep sleeper, however. Yuzu might toss and turn and have sudden energy bursts, or ideas, or gets hungry. So, he needs his plushies, he needs a weighted blanket, warm pajamas, a hot cup of his favorite warm drink, a light snack, and you by his side. Spooning him excessively and sometimes even humming to him. Yuzu looks like a certified angel on his pillow, his well-deserved rest from everything is so important, too.

NOTE - hope i could indulge you, thank you for reading!

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[twistnet]

nsfw alphabet [ chibs telford ]

WARNINGS ─ gn!reader, smut [ oral sex, cum, kinks, masturbation ]

DISCLAIMER ─ if you are under the age of 18, do not read [ nsfw content under cut ] 

a = aftercare [ what they’re like after sex ]

is one to light a cigarette the minute the act is done, patiently waiting you come down from your high and maybe, gain some feeling back in your legs again. his hands is coaxing you to even your breathing as he pulls you to rest against his chest

once he’s stamped out his cigarette, he’s pulling on a pair of briefs and walking to the washroom to get you cleaned up. if a bath and a change of sheets is needed, he’ll get that together for you and get the bedroom all squared away until you’re ready to join him once again

b = body part [ their favorite body part of theirs, and also their partner’s ]

his gentleman side would say that his favorite body part on his partner is their mind and tongue. nothing sexual about it, but he loves to hear you speak your mind, take control of the area you are in and take no shit from anyone

now, his more non-gentlemen side would say he’s a sucker for chests [ boobies or not ]. he loves laying his head there and listening to your heartbeat but also loves pressing his face right into your sternum. getting to bit and lick and mark every inch of the skin

on himself, he would say his hands. years of garage work, motorcycles, and other things have roughed them up quite a bit and he gets a small spark of joy when he gets to run his clast finger tips down any part of your exposed skin

c = cum [ anything to do with cum basically…i’m a disgusting person ]

going back to the above, on your chest. getting to paint you with his cum gets him hard all over again, and is not embarrassed to groan at the sight. oh, but you happen to swipe up some of the cum on your finger and pop it in your mouth? you might have just killed him

on the flip side, he does like cumming inside you, but likes to ask before doing so. but if given permission, loves watching it drip out of your hole. and might push some of it back in with a loving smile

d = dirty secret [ pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs ]

playing the game that you don’t know each other at a club party, and him taking you to his dorm for a little fun time. has never said anything, but has thought about it often

e = experience [ how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing? ]

with a previous wife and plenty of croweaters that he’s had his way with in the past, there is no denying this man has gotten around. he might try the first time to use what he’s used on croweaters before, but quickly finds that you might tick a different way and has to relearn basically everything. but don’t worry, he’ll make sure to get plenty of practice in

f = favorite position [ this goes without saying ]

missionary. standard & reverse cowgirl. doggy-style. spooning. 

g = goofy [ are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc ]

while he tends to be serious most of the time, he finds that if he can’t laugh something off like you getting a cramp midway through, or he fumbles while trying to get into a position, then the relationship won’t last

h = hair [ how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc ]

has truly given up on keeping groomed. use to in younger years make everything nice and clean, but has since stopped as he just doesn't want to do it anymore and regrowth is a bitch. now, he does trim so it doesn’t get too long

i = intimacy [ how are they during the moment, romantic aspect… ]

very affectionate in a private setting. pulls you in close and loves to just be able to touch you and have you surround him in anyway possible. whispering sweets words in gaelic, holding your face in his hands. that kind of thing

j = jack off [ masturbation headcanon ]

never really used his hand to get himself off, as there was always a croweater nearby to help him out and be his companion for the night. since he has started a relationship with you, he might do it more to keep himself faithful while on runs. he doesn’t do anything with the croweaters on runs, even though it’s always been something the married men have always done, he’s not one to partake

k = kink [ one or more of their kinks ]

tit-fucking ─ going back to his fascinations with chests, having the ability to run his cock against your sternum turns him on so fucking much. sometimes, he’ll do in unprompted, but sometimes, you pat your chest and he’ll quickly get into position

stockings ─ any color, any detail is fine with him. they look so pretty against your skin and are so soft. will literally buy you one in ever color. they stay on while everything else comes off.

l = location [ favorite places to do the do ]

his/ your home or in his dorm at the clubhouse. both are safe places for him and there is less room for interruptions and he can focus he’s sole attention on you

m = motivation [ what turns them on, gets them going ]

a strong confidence paired with a mouth that has no problem telling someone off or letting people know what you think. you sitting or riding with him on his bike -- also wearing his helmet. kicking ass against some of his brothers -- winning a drinking game, a round of pool, or darts. jeans that seem to hug all of your curves. leather attire of any kind. you speaking gaelic

n = no [ something they wouldn’t do, turn offs ]

sharing you with someone ─ he’s seen some of his brother indulge in something like this and  has always felt funny about it. plus, the man has a major jealous streak when prompted and that just doesn’t mix well

degradation & abuse ─ this was after having seen it during one of the porn shoots and he had to step away, not truly understanding how someone could do that to another human in a vulnerable situation

o = oral [ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc ]

oral for him is split 50/50. in his eyes, it’s only fair if you suck him off that he return the favor.

receiving ─ he’s coaching you through it, even if you know how to do it. he loves talking to you, lightly pulling your hair away from your face or affectionately caressing your cheek or jaw. he lets you do what you want, and isn’t going to dictate what you can and cannot do. as this is just as much for him as it is for you

giving  ─ okay, so maybe i lied about the 50/50 split. to a degree. once this man gets to return the favor, it’s hard to pull him away after the first orgasm. he will continue to build you up for another one and won’t come up for breath until you’ve cum at least three times

p = pace [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc. ]

depends on the mood and can range from a rough fucking or soft lovemaking.

he isn’t fast per say, most of his thrusts are quite calculated in the sense that he knows what spots make you weak at the knees or make your spine tingle. so, while the thrusts are powerful, there is no speed to them as he doesn’t want you to come undone too quickly

soft lovemaking on the other hand is just like the above, but the power behind the thrusts is toned down. it’s still there, but it’s not as rough. he takes his time,  either letting you ride him or spooning you. this pace happens to get you to completion much later, but it is so worth it

q = quickie [ their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc. ]

yes, yes, and yes. quickies are frequented quite heavily in your relationship, as sometimes, that is the only way the two of you can blow of some steam. a quickie will happen before runs or when you sneak off during parties to hurry back like you weren’t gone for 20 minutes

but don’t get it confused, this man would always rather have a nice, quiet session with you over a quickie any day.

r = risk [ are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc. ]

isn’t one to take risks without thinking through or talking about them first. sure, he likes that you are open enough to come and talk to him about what you would like to do in the bedroom, but would like to make sure that everyone is on the same page

s = stamina [ how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last… ]

two rounds max. and that goes for whatever mood and pace the two of you happen to be in. chibs doesn’t want to overexert himself or you, as sometimes just one session is enough to knock you out for the evening. 

now, this isn’t going to impact the amount of orgasms he’s going to pull from you over the course of the night. no one ever asked how long the sessions were going to last, just how many you are able to do

t = toy [ do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? ]

was never one to use toys on partners, and had never thought for himself.

if you own toys for personal use and would like to incorporate them into the bedroom, he has no problem using them to aid in getting you off. however, he will draw the line at using them for himself, as it’s not really his thing

u = unfair [ how much do they like to tease ]

teasing is his specialty, but this man makes timed and deliberate strikes that will have to melting in his hand within a few hours. but don’t let it fool you, as he can wait for as long as he needs and he definitely isn’t going to be the one to crack 

so, if you want to push through your conversation with your friends and pretend he hasn’t been feeling you up this past hour, you go ahead. you’ll break eventually

v = volume [ how loud they are, what sound they make ]

no very loud would in comes to moans of pleasure, as they are usually quite muffled to some degree -- as he’s either muffling them into your skin as he presses kisses or is doing it more so under his breath

on the flip side, he isn’t quite when speaking to you. the amount of filth and sin that leaves his mouth as he slides into you over and over again is almost too much to handle. especially when it’s paired with his thick accent, that also, seemingly gets deeper the more settles into you

w = wild card [ get a random headcanon for the character of your choice ]

roleplay, specifically one where he can use the premise of him being a biker and you either taking on an authority figure or someone who’s seen in a more innocence light. bringing his kutte into the mix, or his bike is super appealing to him and anything the two of you can do with that is okay in his book

x = x-ray [ let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words ]

six inches. thick and slightly veiny from bottom to tip. curves slightly when erect.

y = yearning [ how high is their sex drive? ]

despite his age, he has a medium to high sex drive. this all depends on what is currently going on and how he’s feeling. 

his sex drive is medium when he’s doing day to day things. being ready as almost a drop of a hat if you are wanting to initiate something with him during some down time or at a club party. it might take just a little convincing, however, you seem to have him wrapped around your finger and he has a hard time resisting you.

his sex drive is high when he’s very frustrated -- i.e. with happenings involving the club, or when he’s been while on a run for some time. however, he is a patient man and isn’t one to pull you away mid conversation with someone just to throw you into the bed and have his way with you. he will let you come to him and from there, will go as many rounds as the two of you will allow

z = zzz [ how quickly they fall asleep afterward ]

as his finishes off his cigarette, and the post-orgasm high has settled, he pulls you in close. letting you rest against his chest as finger tips run along your spine with practiced ease. it’s his way of showing you a small hint of affection without doing too much if that’s not what you are in the mood for

at this moment, he is fully relaxed and slowly starts to draft off. there is really no telling if he falls asleep first, or if you do, but he’ll fall asleep if he wants to. but not without making sure you are well taken care of before doing so

[junicai]

Relationship with Stray Kids

➣ CHAN ☾ dachan

daeun is chan’s baby and the fact that she’s only two years younger than him changes nothing 

really really dependent on his approval. especially on mixing during the first few songs for skz 

skz has a completely different sound to what daeun was used to, and changing her production style to mirror that was a challenge

there are a lot of clips in the first few episodes of the survival show of daeun sidling up to chan with a notebook in her hand

and them sitting beside each other on the sofa while they worked

you can find dozens of ‘Bang Chan doing the Proud Dad smile because Daeun existed’ videos on youtube

its a very common occurrence 

hence why daeun hates hates hates being told off by him 

its never anything serious 

but she always feels so guilty afterwards, and then she’ll cry and then chan feels guilty

and it’s a whole guilt-fest 

so daeun usually tries to avoid having to be told off

now that doesn’t stop her from telling him off

can and will drag him out by the ear if he stays in his studio for too long

that’s a lie

she’ll just stand in the doorway and pout until he saves his work down and leaves 

works every time

sorry but this man loves to pick her up? 

its a problem 

girl isn’t even hurt or tired just piggybacks 

always 

he said he likes to carry her because he knows that she dances in heels for so long so her feet must hurt more than theirs does

YEAH-

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

chan walks at the end of the group, we all know this. but the one time he wasn’t, was when daeun was the second last getting out of the van, and had to dip back in to snag the bag she had left behind. already three strides into the building, 

chan - upon realizing that he had seven heads in  front of him, and not eight - spun around in a circle, eyes wide and shoulders pushed back as he tried to peer over the crowds. when he spotted daeun, he took her bag from her hand, snagging her hand in his other one, and refused to let go of her until they made it safely into the venue.  

➣ MINHO ☾ mieun

actually attached at the hip?

genuinely

like, no one was going to peg the very intimidating and sullen looking-fellow with the bubbly bitch with pink in her hair and yet: 

✨besties✨ 

it’s comical 

minho’s dry humor perfectly balances with daeun’s unique blend of absolute buffoonery

 they have a lil tradition before they go onstage of exchanging bracelets

yes, they have matching bracelets

it was minho’s idea and yes, stays freaked out

it’s like a little, ‘see you on the other side’ thing

because lord knows daeun spent hours upon hours running herself ragged in practices until all hours of the night 

and minho Wasn’t Having It

so the bracelets are a little. U Got This. from him

really doesn’t like it when she cries 

to the point where he’ll do absolutely anything to get her to stop crying

it was then, that daeun discovered that minho gives god tier hugs 

God. Tier. 

minho and daeun cuddling when they’re drunk? more likely than you’d think 

they’re hilarious together, and probably one of stays most preferred ships with daeun and any of the boys 

the twt threadfics here are Legendary

the most popular one is a coffee shop au - where daeun is a struggling literature grad, and minho is a long-suffering night shift worker

absolutely does not tolerate any kind of hate towards daeun - verbal or otherwise. he blew a fuse the first time she trended for sexy pictures someone had taken of her at a fansign 

daeun had to tell him it was fine twelve times before he calmed down

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

daeun pulled down her skirt again for the nth time, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. she had her ankles tucked behind the leg of the chair and her hands folded over her lap to try and prevent anyone getting a glimpse up further into her skirt than was strictly necessary, but was - ultimately - doing a poor job of protecting her modesty. 

leaning over, minho took a glance at daeun shifting uncomfortably in her seat again, and shucked off his jacket - leaving him in a thin t-shirt in the cold breeze. before daeun could protest, he had laid the jacket over her legs, tucking it in and then sliding his hand in between hers and holding it tightly over his own lap. 

➣ CHANGBIN ☾ dabin

same age siblings !

both being in the ‘99 line, and with daeun originally training to be a main rapper than a vocalist

they were pretty comfortable around each other having spent so long training in each other’s presence

in fact

they even performed a duet together for one of the monthly evaluations

that was when they really became friends so to speak 

daeun fell asleep during one of their rehearsals on the floor of the studio

and changbin couldn’t just, leave her

so he ended up staying with her the whole night

was she embarrassed in the morning? yeah. and then changbin told her off for not prioritizing sleep more, and then she was more embarrassed.

now in the group, their dynamic settled into something extremely comfortable

when daeun was first introduced to the boys as a team, changbin was the only one she was completely comfortable rooming with 

his studio? nah, their studio 

did daeun sit in on a lot of the 3RACHA work prior to debut? yes, solely because she wanted the experience, and changbin said she could stay

it is actually his studio, but there’s a small collection (read: four) of soft pillows in the corner of the room for daeun to sit on as they work

according to her, she works better on the floor

changbin can’t find it in him to refute the argument, so he always ends up down there with her, with sheets sprawled over the carpet

when he started working out, he started taking daeun to the gym

swole buddies 

except daeun wasn’t allowed to build muscle and just had to run on the treadmill the whole time and changbin wasn’t made about that. he wasn’t.

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

changbin and daeun being the mafia when playing with skz and neither of them being able to look at each other without laughing. every time they’d make eye contact, daeun’s lips would twitch up, and changbin would have to turn away to cough into his arm lest he give himself away. 

ultimately, they lost - much to the chagrin of the pair, who wailed at their loss and proceeded to drink their sorrows away with the coca cola that they were sponsored for. 

product placement at it’s finest, even if it was a metaphor for alcoholism. 

➣ HYUNJIN ☾ dajin

lil beans

babies

awh

not at the start but now, yes.

he was wary around her, at first because hyunjin knows he’s attractive and the Last Thing He Wants is a groupmate that has a crush on him

so he was a bit, cold and aloof with daeun at the beginning of the survival show

he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression !

but then 

then 

daeun apologized to him in her video message after her elimination for ‘upsetting him, and making him feel like he couldn’t be comfortable around her’ and dear god

hyunjin’s heart = broken. destroyed. shattered into pieces. 

he still feels Very Guilty about this sometimes because he knows that his attitude towards her played a huge part in her feeling alienated and not like she belonged in the group

daeun tells him it doesn’t bother her but he knows

they talked through it though

good communication besties 

A+

he doesn’t call her noona though

he did, once upon a time, but then daeun felt weird because realistically, there’s only four months between them and that’s not enough to make her any more of a noona to him than he is a hyung to jisung and felix? 

they have a little rountine now, when either of them are upset

they pack up all the emotions for a little bit

into a little box

get out a laptop (doesn’t matter whos)

and just cuddle, with some blankets, and a terrible show or movie that they’re not really watching until the person is ok to talk 

arguably the most healthy friendship you will ever find

therapists around the country are giving standing ovations 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

felix padded into hyunjin’s room to shake the boy awake, before catching sight of an already-awake daeun wrapped in his arms.

“noona?”

“help-” she gasped out, patting frantically at hyunjin’s arm that was firmly wrapped around her middle. “he won’t let go. it’s been an hour.” 

felix bit his lip, trying to stifle the laugh that was threatening to burst out. “i don’t know, you look pretty comfortable.” he began backing out the door.

“felix. lee felix. lee felix you come back here!” the harsh whisper-shouts echoed down the hallway after the giggling boy. 

➣ JISUNG ☾ jidae

partners in crime

probably have committed some crime together at some point but there’s no proof so chan can’t yell at them for it

they met when daeun first sat in on the 3RACHA meetings 

did someone say: soulmates 

changbin is convinced that the angel choir played when they first locked eyes

like this

jisung kicked the angel off of daeun’s shoulder and now it’s just him and the devil racking up reverse-brownie points in daeun’s conscience 

he’s been a wonderful influence, truly

to be fair though, daeun did attempt to convince him to stop eating ramen every day (to a varying degree of success)

to no degree of success actually. she just takes him out of the dorm to eat it now, but chan doesn’t need to know that bit

daeun? did you mean: jisung’s pillow?

anywhere, any place - he just flops down onto her

many head pats

they are both givers and receivers 

no words spoken only HEAD PATS 

the comfort is exchanged through osmosis

jisung is wholeheartedly against her ever getting a boyfriend 

Absolutely Not. she is theirs, and he will glare at anyone else who dares to Look At Her

nap buddies 

they get a combined total of negative six hours of sleep per week so they always end up napping together 

it’s very cute

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

less of a ‘moment’ and more of a series of events that STAY found hilarious?

we all know han jisung’s iconic converse. they’re legendary. unofficial skz merch. 

right well, daeun was seen wearing them out and around a few times by fansites, and one of them asked had she bought her own pair after seeing jisung’s at a fansign.

daeun laughed and said no, they were almost the same size in shoe so she just borrowed his. 

daeun stole jisung’s shoes. 

➣ FELIX ☾ daelix

stop they love each other so much 

felix said once in a vlive that he finds daeun really comforting to be around because she’s so calm 

‘calm’ 

he had a lot of anxiety about debuting because of what jyp said to him upon his elimination *angry noises*

so daeun tried her best to alleviate as much of his worries as possible

even if that meant sacrificing her own sleep to sit with him in the kitchen and talk things out

sorry i’d like to revisit the point that They Love Each Other Very Much 

felix says that he was worried about leaving his sisters behind, so having another noona was really comforting to him 

daeun absolutely has an australian accent when she speaks english now and it is completely felix’s fault 

he’d actively correct her pronunciation to make her sound more australian because he thinks the accent is so cute on her  

aggressively cute together 

you will get a toothache if you watch them for too long 

someone stop them they’re so adorable 

he likes to give out random compliments to see how red he can make her face go before she whacks him to get him to stop 

the results conclude: a pretty nice cherry-cheeked colour

felix really lives up to his koala nickname when he’s around daeun

will latch on and will not let go until he has to 

you thought chan loved felix? now see: chan watching daeun and felix 

pain

its so painful he just smiles like everything is right with the world and it IS because felix and daeun are there and aaaaaAAAA-

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

a sad moment, but one that features in every compilation of daelix’s interactions anyway. when daeun’s name was called for her elimination, she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and schooling her face into something impassive. the boys were all staring at her with devastated looks on their faces, but nothing was matching the look that felix was giving her from his position right by her side. 

he choked out her name, stumbling forwards into her arms as she caught him and wrapped him in a hug. felix apologized profusely for being the one in need of comfort, while daeun just ran a hand over his hair and told him it was alright, she was alright. 

➣ SEUNGMIN ☾ daseung

protector of daeun’s sanity

she has One (1) well behaved dongsaeng and its kim seungmin

it’s not that he’s less likely to act out than the others, really. it’s that he’s the least likely to die while doing it, so that = most well behaved, in daeun’s books 

daeun likes to squish his cheeks

no reason

other than, soft cheeks go squish and seungmin lets her so why would she forsake this golden opportunity

now if he wants to sit on the couch beside her he has to resign himself to cheek-smooshing 

also cheek kisses, rarely. usually when daeun’s intoxicated.

the boys had figured that both of their personalities together would just merge and create an even more chill environment

calm²

but NO

pemdas

it cancelled out

they’re not Chaotic but they’re certainly not Calm 

it’s a unique vibe that can only be described by this -> link

sorry

scholars but minus the education 

profound visionaries but they’re blind, type beat 

have the combined brainpower of the librarian gary from that one spongebob episode but they choose not to utilize it for the memes 

in all seriousness though, they’re very comfortable around each other 

seungmin struggled a lot with confidence during their debut months, and daeun was the only person who really knew the full extent of it all 

there was a Hefty Amount of nighttime talks on daeun’s bed under blankets stolen from the living room 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

seungmin can sing, we all know that. but stray kids’ style rarely allows for full ballad songs on an album, so seungmin being given the opportunity to perform ‘Love Poem’ on Kingdom was truly a blessing in disguise. (the disguise being daeun’s re-occuring vocal nodules that left her unable to perform). 

after the performance, seungmin had barely taken a foot off the stage before he was being tackled by a teary-eyed daeun, who immediately buried her face into his shoulder to stop the cameras getting a good look at her crying. 

“n-noona?” 

“you can sing.” 

“yeah?”

“you sing so beautifully, minnie, oh my god.” 

➣ JEONGIN ☾ jeondae

the first thing you have to realize about daeun and jeongin’s relationship is that both of them can be the Biggest Babies in the world 

now with that out of the way

jeongin ADORES daeun 

im sorry did someone say ‘noona who wholeheartedly finds it impossible to say no to him’?

i think they did

he doesn’t take advantage of it, persay

but he Does and Will use it to others detriment - especially during games

“jeongin! you told me you weren’t the mafia! i believed you! this is a betrayal!”

she’s so so smitten with him and everything he does 

it is virtually impossible for her to be mad at him 

he just gets a little scowl and then a soft flick on his ear at the PEAK of scolding 

is the world’s worst enabler for All His Bad Ideas 

often complains that he’s growing up too fast and it isn’t fair that he’s taller than her now 

which he’ll then respond to by resting his elbow on her head and leaning on her, so. it never goes down very well 

daeun checks his micpack for him before every stage

every. stage. 

daeun is the only person who is allowed to coddle him as much as she does 

hyunjin is Bitter and daeun is Smug 

jeongin needs help with schoolwork? daeun would do it for him if she had been any good at school either, but alas 

 FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

chan stepped into the kitchen, camera in hand. 

“what are you doing?” 

daeun and jeongin shove his backpack off the table, the coloured permanent markers rolling off immediately after, two black ones uncapped in their hands. 

“NOTHING” 

chan looked pointedly at them, and then to the backpack that had slid underneath the table. there, written all over the straps and the front pocket were small drawings, ranging from dinosours to the words (written in very terrible handwriting, so he couldn’t be sure which one of them wrote it): “skool suks!”

chan looked over to the pair. they scrambled off the chairs, abandoning the evidence in their break for safety.