#obviously i would never pressure someone into it but i wouldn’t even have the chance to bc they already want it

[transmascissues]

i love helping other transmascs speedrun getting over their doubts and fears about going on t. there are two people in my personal life who have been contemplating going on t for a while, and both of them talked to me about it because i’m the resident Guy On T, and by the end of our conversations one of them was fully decided that they want to start t and the other had realized the thing that had been stopping them was actually probably not a real barrier at all. i’m making it my life’s mission to become the little trans devil on as many people’s shoulders as possible whispering “you should totally go on t i think you would really like it” in their ears. maybe the real transgender craze seducing our daughters was the friends we made along the way.

[erisenyo]

“Oh fuck oh FUCK” + Zukka please!

For this prompt game! (And also this one!) (And this one too lol)

Zuko isn’t sure what posses him to actually say yes when the last hotel calls back to regretfully confirm that there will be no vacancies tonight and the cute mechanic lets up the truly over-the-top flirting to half-shyly offer Zuko a place to stay that night—

“Well, not my house,” Sokka—not Hakoda, going by the wince when Zuko had called him that, even though that’s what’s embroidered over his pocket—says, tugging on his wolf tail, “It’s my dad’s house. But he’s away!” Sokka says, excited and quickly tacking on when he seems to hear himself, “He’s helping out my Gran Gran! So I’m house-sitting! And keeping this place going—”

He waves a hand around the auto shop, making Zuko intensely curious about what Sokka does if not this all the time. He looks good in those overalls...

Not that Zuko has the chance to ask.

“—and so don’t worry, there’s plenty of space. I’m not suggesting you stay in my room—or, well, actually it is my room, but from when I was a kid, not you know, my room. I don’t live there anymore—”

Zuko wonders where he does live, if it’s close to the band’s recording studio, or any of their homes, and Ty Lee is always renting apartments all over the place maybe Zuko could—

“—but it’s still a totally good room still, like quiet but not creepily so, you know? And you can stay there. Or not! Absolutely no pressure, like obviously if you want to keep calling hotels or I mean I guess we could make up the couch in the office, though I wouldn’t recommend it," Sokka adds, frowning at the couch in question. "You end up with this really weird crick in your—”

“Yes,” Zuko interrupts, "Yes, a place to say would be great," he says, putting Sokka out of his misery. Even though he’s been enjoying the rambling train of Sokka’s thoughts all day, and he really shouldn’t impose, and Zuko might feel comfortable after so many hours of Sokka trying to figure out Zuko’s car but he doesn’t actually know the guy, and—

Sokka breaks into a grin, wide and pleased and clearly delighted and Zuko’s stomach flips the way it’s been doing all day and right. Right. That. That’s why Zuko said yes, even though he knows it’s stupid, even though it would be easier to just ask for the guy’s number even if as a rule Zuko doesn’t give out his own. Even though Mai would take one look at Sokka and give Zuko one of those knowing looks of hers and he hates being so predictable but shit, this guy is such his type.

Which means he’s not disappointed when Sokka says, “Awesome, dude! We can grab burritos on the way back!”

Dude.

And burritos.

But Zuko’s not disappointed, he’s not. He’s…relieved. To have a place to stay tonight that’s not a dubious-looking couch, or the back of his own barely-fits-two-people car. And to not be recognized—not that he ever is—because the last thing he needs on top of his car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, meaning he’s absolutely going to miss his flight—shit, Uncle is going to be so disappointed…—is to be dealing with fans.

Pestering him for info about the rest of the Dangerous Ladies, or trying to sniff out rumors about the relationships they’re all convinced are happening within the band, or hating him for breaking Mai’s heart as if it wasn’t mutual and years ago anyway. and they’re still in the band so clearly it’s fine, Mai didn’t even write that song, and—

And it’s fine. Zuko doesn’t even know what he was worried about in the first place. For someone with a massive facial scar, he's proven shockingly unrecognizable without a flaming guitar in his hands. Which is fine. Exactly how he likes it.

So what if he almost never gets his own posters of magazine covers? So what if he's tucked off to the side or in the back of all the official merch and the band has a running collection of all the albums and magazine covers and t-shirts that inexplicably end up with a price sticker over his and only his face?

It’s better than getting mobbed every time he leaves the house like Azula and getting pelted with rumors like Ty Lee and having his every expression scrutinized like Mai. It's better than having every outfit analyzed and every tilt of his head breathlessly redescribed and every photo and appearance and sighting on the street turned into screenshots and phone backgrounds and gif sets and spank bank material, better than everyone he meets tripping to fall into his bed and—

Really. It’s better.

“Here it is, the humble abode!” Sokka gives Zuko an uncertain flash of a smile as holds open the door, like he thinks someone who drives a Porsche so tricked out Sokka had had to psych himself up to actually touch it is going to judge a well-loved ranch house, which…well. Maybe isn’t such a bad assumption.

Zuko hastily makes sure his expression is set into something attentive and interested, his June is talking face, as Azula calls it.

“You’ve got your kitchen here,” Sokka says, flicking on a light to show the worn, comfortable-looking space. “Glasses are over the sink, snacks are in the fridge and in the tall cabinet if you need anything. There’s some leftovers in the freezer you can reheat, too, if you want. Oven, microwave, all the good stuff, you just, you know. Hit the buttons, and—”

And Sokka is clearly back to nervous rambling, because Zuko doesn’t think he’s going to need to eat for the rest of the week after finishing that burrito. A fucking burrito. Ugh, if there’s ever a less sexy food, and then to eat so much of it nervously pacing Sokka that Zuko actually contemplated whether he could subtly unbutton his jeans in the car…

“…and the bedrooms are this way, and the bathroom—it’s shared, sorry,” Sokka adds, glancing back to give Zuko an apologetic look. Zuko hastily jerks his eyes up off Sokka’s ass. “Probably not what you’re used to, I know. But it’s just you and me, so it won’t be too bad!”

“It’s perfect,” Zuko says, trying for a smile and blinking when Sokka just coughs, a blush staining his cheeks as he quickly gets back to his tour.

“Extra blankets and stuff are here,” Sokka says, rapping on a closed door. “Towels, pillows, the works. There should be some extra shampoo and soap and stuff in there too, if you need it.”

“Sounds like you have everything covered,” Zuko says, hearing the awkward edge of his words but still trying to reach for some of the joking, playful easiness of earlier today. “Quite the full-service auto shop you’re running.”

“Uh…yeah.” Sokka freezes a little, eyes wide, which…great. Zuko isn’t surprised he missed the mark, but still. He thought he’s at least better these days than when Azula firmly told him he was no longer allowed to speak in interviews until he could be sure he wasn’t going to end up in another bloopers reel.

“Anyway!” Sokka finally says, shaking himself, his voice coming out suddenly squeaky, which— “Here’s your room, have a good night, make yourself comfy I’ll seeyoutomorrow!”

Zuko blinks again, nonplussed. Did Sokka just...run away? In his own home?

"That's that then," Zuko sighs ruefully—the flirting had been so outrageous that Zuko couldn’t quite believe it was actually real, so—giving the closed door Sokka had disappeared behind one last look before slipping into his room.

Which is very much a teenager’s room, holy—Zuko nearly laughs as he realizes why Sokka was so quick to make that clear. And a well-lived in one, at that, LEGOs on the shelves and cheap trophies for science fairs lined up across the dresser, half-faded posters and clipped-out pictures tacked over the walls and old art supplies still scattered over the desk.

It's cluttered and eclectic and...cute. Cute in the same way Sokka is cute, and he’d probably hate being called that which just makes Zuko want to do it even more, Zuko’s lips curled again into the little smile he feels like he's been wearing all day as he sprawls back on the neatly-made twin bed and immediately makes eye contact with himself.

On the ceiling.

Shirtless.

Life-sized.

Zuko’s mind immediately supplies the details—that Rolling Stones cover shoot for their third album, right before Zuko had turned twenty, when he was still somehow managing to keep up his martial arts training because who needed sleep, definitely not him. He and Ty Lee had been goofing off while Mai and Azula got their makeup finished, flexing their muscles and trying to out-flexible each other and the photographer had loved it and had them run with it, who could pose the most creatively with the most outrageously flexed muscles and —

Zuko slowly closes his mouth and rapidly reconsiders that whole ‘not recognized’ thing...

--

Sokka is giving his teeth the most thorough, most frustrated brush of his life—ugh, burritos. Why did he suggest burritos—when he nearly chokes on his toothpaste as he suddenly realizes that he just put Zuko Hua in his— “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

Oh…fuck.

Katara is never going to let him live this down.

He is so, so fucked.

[lightlycareless]

Hiii, I just imagined a scene where Naoya and y/n sleeping in the same bed, but they don't get along, because y/n hates him for the things he did, but then he asks her with the most pleading voice ever: "can I hold you?" and it just melts my heart. (for the arranged marriage au)

Hello!!

This was really sweet and angsty :( I had to write it I'm sorry. lol I won't distract you from it now!!

Anyways, here are the warnings: misogyny. arranged marriage. you're getting yelled at.

Happy reading!!

Also, I'm unsure where this arranged marriage au came from, but I tend to take it as a guiding point as the context behind naoya's and y/n's relationship hahaha—unless this is referring to first it hurts? unsure unsure... hope you like it anyways :3!

If were talking about a marriage that even when having a rough start, Naoya and you still managed to fall in love…

Then we gotta go all the way back to the beginning. Where you don’t know Naoya at all, and technically, Naoya doesn’t know you either.

Yet, he still knew he wanted to marry you. Because of all prospects out there, you were perhaps the best choice… or maybe there was something deeper inside him pushing him to favor you?

But regardless of what you and Naoya think, the moment both clans know of their suitability, an agreement was struck, a marriage of “convenience”—intended to obtain a better future, or at least a more tolerable present.

Due to the nature of this decision, you obviously weren’t consulted. Not even aware of until a week before the grand celebration!

Still, you did your best to call off the engagement. Justify that this union couldn’t amount to anything due to your ignorance regarding the Zen’in and their ways, how you wouldn’t be able to fit in what they considered appropriate, and how unwilling you were to put your family in such humiliation—things that were more than anything, trying to appease your clan’s approval, not truly reflecting your true emotions…

But the decision was firmly set, so much so that as soon as Naoya became aware of the faintest possibility of his engagement crumbling, urged your family to push the date earlier, just so you couldn’t argue against it any longer.

Eventually, the ceremony finally occurs, and while everyone is celebrating the union of a powerful clan and all the benefits that ensued, you couldn’t be any more dejected about it.

It was nothing but evident, even in the pictures taken afterwards, that the only ones happy about this were everyone but you.

How they were elated to see your suffering is something that you’d never be able to comprehend, as well as the “friendly” manner Naoya attempted to approach you, as if trying to distract you from the fact that he roped you into this union, probably even threatened your family into it given his clan’s reputation…

You didn’t want to do anything with him—nothing at all. Not even giving him a chance to get to know him. He didn’t deserve that.

All that he could get from you was nothing.

Nothing

And that would be apparent in the way you’d avoid him at all costs, to the point where even your marriage was not consummated during the honeymoon.

The Zen’in elders had yet to believe that such thing had been the truth; thinking it to be some kind of baseless rumor created from the owners of the ryokan both stayed in order to… well, humiliate the Zen’in heir—either way, they did not believe it. Didn’t think someone like Naoya could’ve allowed such transgression to occur...

But it did.

It was the undeniable truth: you did not want to be near him in any shape or form.

Because you didn’t even agree to marry him, what made them think you’d be willing to be intimate with Naoya?!

Unfortunately, your reasoning isn’t something the elders from both his and your family cared about—they simply wanted to see fruits of this union to cement their agreement as soon as possible.

And to achieve that, they started pressuring Naoya to act.

Naoya would try to first “ease” you by giving you gifts, as his relatives would suggest, for “women, as much as they’re sentimental, they’re also materialistic. Specially the modern ones.” They’d say. “Give them a few things, tell them nice words, and you’ll see how easily they succumb to your demands.”

Naoya didn’t question their patronizing words, nor cared to demand respect towards his wife, because at that point, feeling both humiliated and perhaps discouraged by your aloof behavior, all that your husband wanted was to close the broadening gap between the two, one that had evidently grown bigger and bigger with each passing day.

The gifts started with basic things he believed girls liked, such as: jewelry, clothes, accessories… objects that you didn’t end up paying mind to, or actually liked for they were none of your allure—just to highlight the fact that he knew nothing of you, nor bothered to find out.

Given the failure of this attempt, Naoya swiftly believed you were the type of person that liked to be rewarded with a good time, going out and such.

And while Naoya wasn’t particularly fond of these activities, not when he’s already gotten what he wanted, didn’t mean he was sympathetic to the fact you were nothing but apathetic to his alternatives—if anything, you appeared to be disgusted by them.

Naturally, it didn’t take long for Naoya to grow desperate beyond this point.

Yes, he imagined that something so out of the blue couldn’t sail smoothly at the beginning, didn’t expect it either… but shouldn’t his efforts count for something? Be recognized for what they’re worth? For what they represent?

It’s not easy for him, it couldn’t be for someone raised in the circumstances he did.

But if the things that are worthwhile take effort, then why isn’t he seeing results??

Naoya is tired of the way you dismally behave towards him. The way you always ignore him, the way you act like he’s not even there, when he’s your husband, the man who you will more likely spend the rest of your life with. The father of your children!

Yet, you act like he is nothing.

At the thought, alongside the nth failed approach, Naoya loses his cool.

Dropping everything on the spot and yelling his frustrations at you, careless of who saw, where he was, in such way a way that lets you know he has been holding onto this for a while now—

And that he’s not only capable of that, but more.

Naoya didn’t mean to.

Naoya didn’t intend to… lash out the way he did, yell as loud as he did, insult you as harshly as he had done…

But it simply came out like that.

His emotions getting the best of him, completely overriding any semblance of common sense, decency… and seemingly putting down the last nail onto the coffin this marriage was doomed to be enclosed in from the very beginning.

The only time Naoya manages to snap out of his trance is when he sees the frightened, tearful way your eyes look back to him, body trembling, throat tight, speechless, as you take one, two steps away from him, before turning around and running away, to seemingly nowhere he could find you for the rest of the day.

Your husband was never one to measure his words, care about the way they could impact others, but when he sees the consequences of his actions for the first time in his life, he quickly finds himself regretting all that he done towards you, immediately urged to mend whatever he could before this marriage crumbles even more—if there was anything to rescue by this point.

But as much as he considered himself to be diligent, a good sorcerer, with a keen eye that nothing ever escapes him, he can’t find you.

No matter where he searched, or how many times he’s asked the staff to cooperate, demand an answer of your whereabouts less they wanted to be fired, you were nowhere to be found.

At one point, Naoya believed you had escaped the estate. Even though there was nowhere for you to run given the location they were in, he couldn’t overrule this possibility thanks to your prolonged absence, to the point where he’s already gathering up a search crew to find you—

Until he finds you back in his bedroom, lying on your side of the futon, with your eyes to the wall, as close as the edge as possible, just as you always did when sharing a bed with him, already deep into slumber.

The first thing anyone would’ve done is demanded an explanation from you, seek to know where you’d been, reprimand you for thinking this was even right in the first place…

But all that Naoya could muster is a sigh, relieved to see you again, seemingly well, and there with him once again.

Yet, as much as he is glad to see this familiar sight… he knows nothing has changed.

If anything, it just worsened.

Naoya is tired.

He doesn’t feel like putting up a fight, or stopping you when you inevitably move away from him once he joins you in bed; so, all that he does is dismiss whatever plans he had in mind before changing out of his attire, stepping into his nightwear, slip onto the futon, and drift into sleep, which he assumes will happen in a matter of minutes.

But it doesn’t.

No matter how much he tries, how many sheep he counts or how many numbers he goes through, Naoya cannot succumb to his exhaustion, ignore the presence next to him, nor his desire to be close to you.

Even if you were there, he doesn’t believe it. He can’t believe it.

Because for a moment, for a very, very brief moment, he thought he’d lost you.

And it was the worst feeling he had ever experienced in his life.

He knows, deep in his heart, that his attempts haven’t been nice. He knows that his actions hadn’t been ones that many would consider right when trying to approach their partner, seen them fail countless times in the past—

But even with all these failures, having lead them to nowhere…

Naoya still wants to be close to you. Wants to be in your life, and you in his.

He doesn’t ask for much, he never needed much if he’s being honest.

To simply have you there, alongside him, was enough to achieve what he considered his own personal happiness.

So, with all the pain in his heart for his actions and the relief to have you there with him for another night at least, he is urged to move closer to you. Slowly shifting onto his side and sliding closer and closer to you, until he’s barely inches away from you.

Naoya’s never said it before, but his thoughts always remained the same when it came to it: he loves your scent. The overwhelming way it filled his mind, with thoughts of nothing of you…

Of the shiny way your hair looks underneath the sunlight, how soft he imagines it to be, or at least has the idea from the brief times he’s touched it, regretting how he always seemed focused on everything else but that, how he would do anything to thread his fingers through it, or make your face brighten when he compliments it.

And of course, the undeniable, most vital thing he could not live without: your warmth. The sensation that always welcomed him whenever joining you at night, which he wishes he could bask in all the time, every single second of the day: when coming home from a long day at work, or when he’s feeling particularly down.

Naoya would do anything to have you in his arms, and to not feel like he was forcing you to be there, trapped with nothing less than your tormentor.

Was it too much to ask?

… will he ever live to feel such a thing?

Can today… be the difference?

“Y/N.” Naoya whispers, softly, enough to not wake you up if you’re already asleep, but loud for you to hear if you. “Are you… awake?”

You don’t answer, yet… Naoya knows you’re awake given the way you unwittingly tense at his voice—just about the common way you’d react to him.

But even if this was proving to be the same as any other time… his heart still felt like this could change.

Or perhaps hoped it would.

“… I didn’t mean to scare you, you know?” He continues, but you still do not respond. Perhaps you were asleep after all…

Until a sniffle proves him wrong.

The sound, albeit small, was tremendous in Naoya’s mind, resonating in every crevice of his thoughts, rattling his heart and shattering whatever he had left of it, guilt settling deeper into his soul.

If he had any doubt that he had been a mad monster towards you, the same kind that his family often bred into existence—

Your tears ruled him out of any uncertainty.

To believe he embraced these ideals in the past…

But not anymore.

Because all that he cares about now is caring for you, the way he always should’ve done, and comforting you from the struggles he knows he put you through.

One step at a time.

“Can I… hold you?” he whispers, there’s still no answer from you…

But it’s maybe in the tone he asks you, or because he asked you in the first place, that you don’t do anything when his arms hovers around you, don’t put up resistance when he finally touches you, wrapping you into an embrace and pulling you towards his chest—Naoya taking in your warmth, a sentiment so… soft yet welcoming, he never thought he’d be capable of experiencing in his life.

Yet, he did, here, with you, his wife.

The only woman he has ever set his sights on for something more than just a good time, the only person he feels he could do far more than just have there, living with him, inspired him to go to the end of the world and back, just to see her smile.

Naoya always believed that something silly as this could never happen to him. Thought it stupid, delirious, an invention for people to not feel as pathetic and lonely as they really were.

But now that he’s had a taste of that emotion, or at least something he considered remotely similar… Naoya doesn’t want to let go.

Naoya wants more. Wants to know if he’s deserving of such, wondering if this could be his reality, a marriage that wasn’t built in frustration, fear, the constant disgust for the other, or convenience…

He… wishes to believe so.

All that was left then, was to know if you thought the same.

Maybe, considering you didn’t push him away…

…

…

Truth to be told, you had your own thoughts, your own doubts; naturally.

The question of whether there was any hope for you to begin with constantly lingered in your mind.

If there was even a reason for you to remain here if Naoya had been nothing but less than desirable, and that’s without even considering his family.

How little to nothing your husband had done to defend you, alongside excusing those that have wronged you, or how he intentionally keeps you isolated from the world for some unknown reason…

And now, intimidated you into thinking your life could be in danger through his own furious actions.

Any other night you would’ve rejected Naoya, just like you always did. You would’ve pushed him away, demanded to keep his hands to himself, as you did your best to survive the night.

It was obvious by this point that you didn’t sleep—no one could expect you to do so in these conditions; how you even managed to stand up in the morning without passing out due to exhaustion was a surprise, but at the same time, it’s not like you could do anything else: whether you tried to separate yourself from him, the staff and his relatives always pushed you against it.

So, it’s why you were here again at the end of the day, in his futon, listening to his surprising request…

Which you should’ve rejected, especially after the horrible way he treated you for rejecting him again.

Yet, you didn’t.

And maybe it was his tone, or maybe it was the fact that he asked you for the first time…

But not only did you not push him away, you stayed there, and allowed him to touch you.

Because at the end of the day, just as Naoya thought it impossible for him to feel something nice, something he once considered delusional, stupid, impossible…

You also wondered if this is what it felt like when having a husband that cared for you.

That held you with intentions of protecting, cherishing, and not to demean and humiliate…

To have a partner to love and be loved by.

Only for tonight, you’ll let his actions answer for you.

I like to think that after this, things begin to improve between the two 🥺❤️

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this ask! I really enjoyed diving into this particular scenario, agghhhh 😭😭😭 I cried a bit.

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

(p.s. something like this will happen in my main fic aagagaaggagagaa spoilers)

[rindouheart]

hiii!! how's your day going?? i hope you have a good day♡♡. i was wondering if you could write some headcanons about yukimiya and nagi (i know you said you write for almost everyone but you can ignore nagi if you dont want to write him) having a crush on someone who is really flirty and affectionate??? you can avoid this request if you dont feel like writing dont be pressured please. thank you for reading my request, take care♡♡💕

YUKIMIYA and NAGI falling for an affectionate s/o 🌿

content. pure fluff + gender neutral s/o

author’s note. hi cutie, tysm for your request + AWWW YUKKI MY BB i love him more than my own life and yes, i also write for nagi despite being a btch towards reo (love/hate relationship with this giant marshmallow). I hope you like it!

YUKIMIYA KENYU

this boy!!!

he’s obviously used to be surrounded by people (especially girls) since he’s a model.

yukki has experienced many love confessions towards him, but he never had the chance to say the ✨ magic words ✨ to someone important for him.

and then there’s you. his best friend since childhood. you, his special someone.

you’ve always loved to give him hugs and to compliment him about his football achievements.

he just goes aww when he sees you.

yukki realises that he’s in love with you when otoya asked him “are you looking for them again?”

holy shit.

he absolutely adores when you give him loads of affection.

how to make him melt on the spot: say “i love you so much, yukki”

oh boy he fell so hard for you.

“you know you’re the best person i’ve ever met in my whole life?”

yukki dot exe stopped working

yukki often has to cover his face when you say something flirty to him.

he’s so embarrassed omg, he can’t even look at you without blushing 😭

he used to think that flirty and extremely affectionate people were kind of a burden, but you made him reconsider his opinion.

you’re so charming and sweet that he wants to protect you

while he was in blue lock and hadn’t access to his phone he missed you A LOT

yukki would probably confess to you on the two weeks break: he invited you to a cafè to meet his teammates and friends.

then, when you all went to the nearby arcade, he won a pink teddy bear in one of those damned claw machines.

he gave it to you and asked if you wanted to be his partner (!!!)

shocked otoya and karasu in the background

NAGI SEISHIRO

clearly clueless

he didn’t mind your clingy behaviour.

at first, reo introduced you to him, because he thought that having a couple more friends wouldn’t harm nagi’s health.

nagi was like “okay, whatever”

you weren’t sure if nagi was okay with too much affection all at once, so you just sat beside him and laid your head on his shoulder.

“you’re comfortable”, you pulled out your phone and started playing a random game.

reo absolutely adores you two as a soon-to-be couple.

nagi has mixed feelings: he loves and hates the fuzzy feeling that you give him.

“sooo… we’ve been picked to participate in this football special programme” reo was the one who told you about blue lock.

“can i give you a hug?” you asked to nagi before leaving

he obviously said yes!! he didn’t mind your affectionate behaviour at all!!

while his stay at blue lock, nagi always thinks about how much he misses your lovely actions towards him.

and when you kiss him on the cheek and say “i’ll miss you, seishiro”

he just 🧍🏻

reo basically died on the spot

nagi will never admit that he has feelings for someone who has an opposite character in comparison with his.

he would invite you to his apartment and play genshin impact with you (adorable)

“how did you become so good at league of legends? this game is so difficult” - nagi loves when you compliment his gaming skills.

you’re the only person who can play badly and not annoy nagi. this is how he tells you “i like you”.

you fell asleep on his shoulder while he was playing fifa on his PlayStation.

he thought that you were the cutest person he’s ever seen (yes, he took a selfie and sent it to reo).

he would confess his love for you by initiating an hug or whatever that has to do with affection.

he’s so awww when he hugs you, this 190cm marshmallow gives the best hugs ever, but he doesn’t know that.

@rindouheart ‘s headcanons — 01222023

[sluttywonwoo]

thinking about telling your close friend changkyun that you’re still a virgin and him not being judgmental. he’d ask you if there was a specific reason and if you say no he’d just offer to be your first since you too are so close and trusting of each other. wouldn’t put pressure on you just “hmu if you’re dtf”

out of all the things you thought would happen today, having your friend between your legs was not one of them. but here you are on your sofa as he makes out with your cunt, tongue fucking you like his life depends on it, wondering how you’d gotten yourself into this.

changkyun had come over just before noon, dropping off your groceries since it was his turn to do the shopping this week. he’d planned to go home after that but you asked him to stay, whining about being bored— so then both of your groceries chilled in your fridge while you lounged on the couch together.

somehow the topic of sex came up, as you pried about a date that he’d gone on a few nights before, and that’s what led to you confessing your lack of experience in the bedroom.

“she was just… kinda going through the motions, you know what i mean?” he asked.

“no, not really,” you replied quietly.

“like, you know when you’re on autopilot and not even enjoying the sex with your partner?” he tried again, attempting to explain it to you in a way you’d understand.

“i wouldn’t know anything about sex, actually,” you clarified, watching as his eyes widened in realization. “i mean, i know about sex! i know how it works and everything and i’ve watched porn—”

you should stop talking now.

“you’re a virgin?” changkyun asked, thankfully skimming right past your other embarrassing comments. “not that that’s a bad thing!” he added almost immediately. “it’s just, i wouldn’t have guessed.”

you shrugged. “yeah, i haven’t dated much and any other opportunity hasn’t really come up.”

“do you want to lose your virginity?”

“i guess,” you mused, “it seems like i’m the only person our age who hasn’t at this point. the concept of virginity is stupid, but i still feel like i’m missing out on all the fun of casual sex because i waited around like an idiot.”

“hey, if anything you’re the smart one here,” changkyun pointed out. “causal sex is never just sex, no matter how hard other people try and sell it to be. it’s such an intimate thing to do with another person, it’s impossible not to get your feelings involved. so in a way, you’re saving yourself a lot of heartbreak.”

“that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“sorry… but maybe i could help?”

you chuckled and rolled your eyes. “how? are you gonna set me up with one of your buddies who’s willing to take one for the team and ‘deflower me’?”

changkyun’s gaze hardened the tiniest bit, making your smile falter just a little. “don’t make it sound like sleeping with you is some sort of charity work. a lot of people would jump at the chance.”

you scoffed but didn’t argue. you knew changkyun didn’t like when you spoke badly of yourself and you were already walking the line with your first comment.

“but no, not one of my friends,” he continued, “me.”

“you?”

“yes, me. is that a bad thing?”

“no, i just… wasn’t expecting you to offer.”

“you don’t have to take me up on it, obviously. but if you wanted to get it out of the way i could help you out.”

“you’d be willing to do that?”

“again with the ‘willing to’!” he groaned. “you’re not a fucking chore that someone’s gotta do, okay?”

“i’m sorry, i’m just not used to that sort of attention.”

“i know, it’s okay. but what do you say? no pressure, of course.”

you paused to think as if you hadn’t decided the moment the words left his mouth. you knew it was probably a bad idea— and there was no way it could end well. it didn’t help that you already had a crush on your friend, in fact that’s what made everything worse. he’d said it himself that emotions tend to get involved regardless of intentions… but since it was already too late for that anyway-

“i’d like that,” you admitted finally, bringing yourself to look changkyun in the eyes again.

he grinned and took your hand in his, squeezing gently. “okay, lie down on your back.”

“wait, you meant right now?” you choked out. you needed to shower, you needed to shave, you needed to… put on panties that weren’t stained with bleach.

“yeah, why not? might as well, right?”

“o-okay,” you agreed with a nod.

“are you sure you want to do this? you didn’t just agree because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings?”

“no, i want to, i promise. i’m just a little nervous.”

he squeezed your hand again in reassurance. “it’s okay to be nervous. we’ll go slow. can you lay down for me?”

you did as he asked this time and held your breath as he positioned himself between your thighs. “is it okay if i start by eating you out? you need to be prepped before you can take anything bigger.”

“y-yes, that’s fine.”

he released your hand to bring both of his own down to the waistband of your sweats, thumbs running over the elastic hesitantly. “i’ll make you feel good, okay? just tell me what you’re feeling.”

[ruby-serpentis]

horror au! eden - head canons

pairing: male! eden x gn! reader

warning(s): hunting, eden (man really is a whole ass warning by himself), ritualistic (human) sacrifice, blood, mentions of past deaths, forced marriage, mentions of poverty, stockholm syndrome, implied noncon

eueueueueu. i love eden. always hornee for big big mountain man who kidnaps me from the forest fufu. :3 (at this point i only play the game for him, he literally keeps me going)

please note that i do not condone any of this behavior in real life. this is merely a work on fiction based on another work of fiction.

INTRODUCING...THE GOD OF THE HUNT!

your parents were strange, strange in the way that they really took their beliefs to the next level. you didn’t agree with the temple and their teachings nor with how seriously they took their deities. it was the modern day! what deity could possibly come bring wrath upon them?

every year, a sacrifice was given to the deity of choice. someone was chosen from the congregation. some people lived, saying they saw nothing. they weren’t chosen according to your temple leaders. and other years, people disappeared completely. some never showed up. others did, their bodies appearing out of thin air.

you chalked it up to some hoax to sell the temple’s beliefs and have them make money. people paid off the religious leaders so their child wouldn’t be chosen.

in your eyes, it was clearly a ploy of the rich to slowly eliminate the lower class and even middle class as well. or just eliminate whoever to see fit, scare some people into not getting in their way.

when you were younger, your family lacked money. in fact, your childhood was quite rough. your parents struggled to put food on the table and you had been kicked out of your home.

the temple offered sanctum and your parents were grateful. they took the chance, obviously, and eventually rebuilt their lives, went to therapy, and were able to afford private school for you. you were grateful for them. but you wished they wouldn’t be so devoted to the temple. it was their own doing that led them to the current state of life you were in. not the temple’s. the temple deserved no credit.

you didn’t participate in temple events, holidays, duties. you were talked about amongst the initiates and amongst temple goers for not abiding for such things. they even considered you as bad as whitney.

it should’ve come as no surprise when you got chosen, when your name got announced. but the dread on your parents’ face said all. you weren’t worried.

you calculated the rituals each year in case you were chosen. you were confident that you would get the goddess of lust, briar. she was beautiful, gorgeous, and merciful. every time someone was sacrificed to her, they came out just fine. probably a little hung over on sex. you wouldn’t question what would happen.

“this year’s deity we will be sacrificing our dear (y/n) to is...” the man removes the top covering the marble bath, filled with water. you see his face pale and he takes a big gulp.

“the god of the hunt.”

you felt your heart sink to your stomach and your stomach sink to your feet. and suddenly, it felt like you couldn’t breathe, as if there was a massive amount of pressure weighing down upon your chest.

most sacrifices did not make it out alive when it came to the god of the hunt.

he was known to be ruthless and no matter who got sent to him, they always ended up dead. there was one time where someone came out alive albeit with a ton of scars and ten lives worth of trauma.

the only deity that was worse than the god of the hunt was the god of childcare. how ironic.

so really...it could be worse?

sydney shakes her head as she takes your measurements. “(y/n), i don’t know how to tell you that you are essentially...” she bits her lip.

“fucked?”

sydney looks like you had damned her to hell. “y...yeah.”

“well...maybe luck will be on my side.”

the night of the ritual dawned upon you, the moon big and bright. it wasn’t a blood moon thankfully. a blood moon would probably make things more dangerous in the woods. and your chance of dying would increase to 100% instead of 99%.

sydney looked worried about you. and before you had left the building, she placed a necklace on you. it was silver with a small pendant that resembled a censer.

“i had it blessed.” she rubs the tears out of her eyes. “please come out safe.”

“you have nothing to worry about syd.” you hug her tightly. “i’ll come out of the forest tomorrow morning. and then we can go to the beach like we planned.”

you didn’t really pray. but as you stood at the edge of the forest in the ritualistic robes, you silently looked up at the sky and asked the higher beings above that you would be able to go to the beach with sydney.

you were pushed into the forest upon the sound of a bell.

you struggled with walking originally, tripping over tree roots and rocks. it was hard to see in the dark. but eventually, your vision adjusted and you were able to walk through the forest effortlessly.

you had a plan. you’d play into the temple’s little scheme. hide out in the forest for the night and then emerge the next morning. it wouldn’t be your first time hiding out anyways.

but as you traversed through the trees, you couldn’t help but feel a bit uneased. it felt like someone was watching you, closely. you’d felt it before but usually brushed it off as just being anxious, especially since you came out here when school got tough.

Someone is hunting you.

you didn’t know how long you had been in the woods. but judging from the moon and the sky, you guesstimated around two and a half to three hours. it was just a guesstimate though.

you found sanctum by the lake. the light reflected off the water nicely. and it was peaceful aside from the occasional hoot of an owl. lots of people said owls were evil. but you found them to be good omens. they were vigilant creatures with the cutest eyes and they hunted for mice and such.

it wasn’t so bad.

sure your parents were afraid they’d find you dead in a ditch somewhere after this. but you liked the peace and quiet.

part of you wondered what it would be like to remain here forever, undisturbed.

you stopped wondering when an arrow flew past your face, grazing the skin of your cheek. and you yelped out of shock, glancing at the arrow firmly in the ground before looking across the lake.

you saw it: a hulking figure, cloaked, its arms falling back to a resting position by its sides.

“nope. nope, nope.” you stand up quickly and make a run for it.

you decided to head back the direction you came from, running through the forest. occasionally, when you glanced back, you could see the hulking figure. and every time you looked back, he appeared to be getting closer and closer.

no sound followed them. it unnerved you.

but no matter how far you ran, you just appeared to get more lost. it baffled you. by now, you should’ve emerged onto the streets of the town.

you had to catch your breath, leaning against a tree. you didn’t know if you lasted long or if you didn’t last at all.

either way, you were thoroughly fucked.

“shit!” you screamed, seeing an arrow lodge itself into the tree you were leaning on. close to your face.

they were close. so close.

you forced yourself to get away. you would not die this way!

you didn’t run far because your ankle got caught in something. it lifted you in the air, resulting in you hanging upside down. “oh come on!” you exclaim. “fuck this!”

you tried to use your upper body strength to bend upwards to untie yourself. but the strength quickly left your body and you were left looking at the person was they approached you.

they pulled their hood down and from the light streaming through the canopy of the trees, you could point out their facial features.

they had a strong jaw and appeared more masculine. a massive scar was visible on their face and their hair was messy. despite his stoic face, his eyes were...gentle? you couldn’t pick it out.

“caught, like a lamb trying to escape the slaughter.” their voice is deep and a smirk forms on their face. “foolish to think you could escape.”

well...this was how you die.

not by running away and dying from an arrow shot. not even accidentally falling and hitting yourself. no. by getting caught in the person’s trap and dying strung up like a piece of meat.

the way they were eying you made you feel like a piece of meat.

he grips your face. his hands are calloused and rough. he looks at you, eyes flicking upwards to your body. you just now feel the sudden breeze against your crotch.

“good. guess those zealots actually are competent.” he slings his bow on his shoulder and pulls out a knife. here it comes.

you fall to the ground, letting out a loud oompf sound. ++ Pain

you aren’t able to get a grip on your surroundings, nor adjust to the blood finally coming down from your head. you feel yourself get picked up and slung over the person’s shoulders.

fuck. it just got worse.

you attempt to kick and punch him but it does nothing. he chuckles a bit. “it tickles. but there’s nothing a mortal like you can do.”

your body freezes up. a mortal? a mortal like you?

“oh fuck.” you whisper but it seems he heard.

“did you really think i was an ordinary mortal?” he looks up at the moon as you whimper. “you know exactly who i am. right?” he pauses. “then say it.”

“e-eden.” you whisper.

“louder.”

“e-eden.” you say. “g-god of the hunt.”

“that’s right pumpkin. get used to it.”

eventually, you guys came to a stop. there was a cozy look cabin with multiple gardening plots. you also saw a spring. but you wouldn’t be familiar with the outside for a long time.

eden dropped you onto the mattress. soft animal furs brushed against your skin. if you weren’t so afraid, you would probably fall asleep.

you could make out his features a bit more. his hair was long, about shoulder length. and as he shed his cloak, you noticed his toned figure. particularly his back.

even if he was a god, his back was...very attractive. and the scars only enhanced his attractiveness.

it was kind of criminal how attractive he was.

the stained glass windows, the statues, the paintings, did not do him justice.

maybe he would have mercy on you?

“shall we get down to business?” he strips his top.

you feel the blood rush to your face seeing him shirtless. he...he was hot. you should not be feeling this way towards the god that kidnapped you. besides, what business did you guys even have?

“you’re so cute, with how clueless you are.” he looks down on you. “do you realize what you’re wearing?”

you look down at your clothes before looking back up at him, still confused.

“they are wedding garments, pumpkin.” he grips onto the bottom of your garments and tugs. “garments to indicate a marriage offering.”

“ma-marriage offering?” you stuttered. “no. no! no! that o-only happens every like...THOUSAND years!”

“you haven’t been paying attention have you?” he traps your body underneath him, arms caging you in. his hair tickles your face. “that’s okay. i’ve always liked the more...skeptical people.”

“i’ve had my eye on you for a while now.” his lets his knuckles graze your skin. “i was tempted to take you. but bailey convinced me to have a little more...fun with it.” he chuckles. it’s deep and vibrates throughout his whole body.

it clicked in your head. all those times of feeling watched while in the forest? it was probably eden, wanting to take you.

something catches his eye. his hand picks up the necklace, the chain resting between his fingers. he scoffs. “superstitious much?”

“it was a gift...from sydney.” you purse your lips.

“well whoever they are, forget them.”

eden rips the necklace from your neck, breaking the chain. he tosses it behind his back. you could only whimper, seeing as that was the last remnant of sydney you had.

you gasp feeling his knee between your legs, rubbing against your crotch. and you hated how you could feel yourself get turned on.

+++ Arousal

-- Control

+++ Trauma

“shall we consummate our marriage?”

you didn’t know how long it has been. you got used to the presence of the cabin, got used to your daily routine.

you hated living here at first. you even tried to escape. but eden caught you with ease. he didn’t need to do much. and when he dragged you back, he didn’t punish you. “lots of spouses run away at first. you’ll get used to it.”

and you did. in fact, you even enjoyed being here.

and you enjoyed getting fucked brainless every night by eden’s enormous cock.

mayhaps your libido has evolved to match eden’s.

you’re busy sweeping the cabin floor before you spot something. it’s shiny and silver. you pick it up. there’s a broken chain attached to the pendant, which looked like a censer.

you recognized it. but where? your mind was fuzzy. you were trying your hardest to figure it out why it looked so familiar, feel so familiar. it was definitely very pretty too.

then it hit you like a train.

“sydney.” you whisper.

your darling friend sydney. what was going on in her life? did she mourn you? did she wait at the temple for your return? did she go looking for you?

or maybe she went to the beach without you? went with someone else? maybe she already forgot about you? that was okay. you were content with the idea of sydney being happy without you. as long as she was happy, living life, and enjoying her books.

a sudden grip on your shoulder caused you to stiffen and drop the necklace on the ground.

“such a good spouse you are.” eden’s voice booms in the empty cabin. you can feel his breath on your neck. “sweeping the cabin, cleaning my clothes. but also...i was going to say i needed a break.”

he places his other hand on your other shoulder and his grip is like iron. you whimper at the feeling. he massages your shoulders, pulling your body close to his.

“i’m going to have to punish you. after all, i did say to forget about them.”

[ficbrish]

The Sound of It

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[A treat for everyone in the 2023 Shenko Summer Exchange]

Rating: Teen and up

Tags: shenko summer treat, for the love of shenko, Fluff, Angst, Saying I Love You, Whole Trilogy, Dorks in Love, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Mass Effect 1, Alchera (Mass Effect), Horizon (Mass Effect), Mass Effect 3, POV Kaidan Alenko

[[TW/CW: Grief, expletive language]]

I wanted this to apply to all Shepards, so I use their name whenever I refer to them, and they/them pronouns when needed. The Shepard is a blank "insert your Shep here" Shepard. However, this is Shepard and Kaidan getting together in Mass Effect 1, which may deviate from other headcanons and/or playthroughs.

The sound of water coming through a faucet sounds different in space.

Chrrtsssshhhhhhhh is the sound of Earth’s gravity; Shurflunk—tunk-tunk-tunk-tunk is a pump punching through the vacuum and artificial gravity. It was the sound of the Asari and eezo echoing in Human routine.

Kaidan always knew First Contact revolutionized Human ships, but he didn’t know sinks were the way they are now because of the Asari.

“We all have to wash our faces,” Liara had explained the other day. Her cool tone would have been patronizing coming from anyone else.

Liara brought up a good point. Hell, Wrex washed his about three times a day! Which made sense for someone a few centuries old. Turns out no matter what species; if there’s a need, there’s a way to defy nature. Now they had adjustable water pressure in space.

“Ah!” Kaidan gasped. He forgot to turn on the hot water and splashed his face with what felt like liquid ice. His skin blushed in the mirror.

He sighed and wiped the water off the sides of the metal basin.

Kaidan gave his reflection a good, hard look: Get it together.

Shepard was there in his eyes when he closed them. He opened them again to a bewildered face in the mirror. It was obviously his reflection, but who was that stranger? Why did he look… happy?

He closed his eyes again.

Shepard was there. God, Shepard was there.

It was getting embarrassing, even when he already knew the taste of Shepard’s lips.

The heat and the softness. The fire. The stars.

Kaidan was trying so hard not to say it. It was too soon. They were still on duty.

What about shore lea—?

No, that’s still too soon!

He had to laugh at himself. Those words kept trying to burst past the brick wall of his mind into reality; into Shepard’s ears. The other day Kaidan literally had to bite his tongue.

“Why are you looking like that?” Shepard had asked him.

“Like what?”

“You’re making a face.”

“I’m not making a face.”

Now, in front of the mirror, Kaidan chewed on his tongue to see if Shepard was right.

Oh, crap! So he had been making a face.

Thirty-two and physically fighting “I love you” like it was Saren. It was ridiculous.

But it was too soon.

Way too soon!

He washed his face. The Asari sang their science through the water flow.

Why couldn’t he wipe that smile off his face?

*                       *                       *                       *                       *                       *

He should have said it.

Now the words died on his tongue. They’d followed Shepard into the grave. Only the words; their meaning was still alive, more present than Kaidan ever felt these days.

His mother was downstairs, yelling up through the closed door for him to get dressed. They were forcing him out of the house. Said it would be good for him.

Kaidan reached out his arm. It was an attempt to move, but it turned into a wish: Please, just let him feel Shepard’s hand close around his.

Please.

But Shepard never touched him.

Kaidan had to summon the memory. Shepard had a gentle, firm grip. Shepard’s fingers would dance and move between his like shifting liquid.

Had.

Nothing covered his fingers now, just air.

Wouldn’t.

“I love you, Shepard,” he muttered into the dark.

Their last touch wasn’t even skin, just a bump of their helmets.

He had every chance to say it. Kaidan cut the words off whenever they started to slip out.

I love you, Shepard. His chest screamed with it as it wrent in two, then scattered into tiny pieces; floating parts of self that dissolved and sat back over his lungs like poison.

Kaidan was so sick of crying that his tears came out aching.

He should have said it every day, every moment.

Every thought of Shepard should have tumbled out with “I love you”.

Now Shepard wouldn’t know. Not in this life. Kaidan could shout it to the heavens for Shepard’s ghost to hear, but Shepard’s body would never ring with the sound.

He’d sell his soul just to feel Shepard’s arms around him for a second.

Kaidan should have said it. Over and over until Shepard was annoyed with him.

“I love you, Shepard.”

He really should have fucking said it.

*                       *                       *                       *                       *                       *

He said it.

Shepard was standing there, and he said it.

It happened. Shepard was in front of him, and the words tumbled out like an accusation.

CERBERUS?!

Really?

But Shepard was… Shepard was alive!

And he said it! And Shepard… Shepard didn’t say it back.

That doesn’t—Shouldn’t matter!

Cerberus?!

Kaidan finally said it. And then he walked away.

Past tense, but he said it. Shepard knew now.

He wasn’t even thinking, it just burst out, and now Shepard knew.

It was all he’d wished for the past two years, to say it to Shepard’s face, and now he’d probably never see them again. He made a decision.

He made a decision.

He made a decision. But…

*                       *                       *                       *                       *                       *

Kaidan was back on the Normandy, back in Shepard’s arms.

“I love you, Shepard.”

“I know.”

It was a different ship with a different cabin, but it was them in their old sanctuary, and it greeted them like the moon greets the night.

He kissed Shepard on the side of their forehead. There was the familiar soft warmth, and the fire, and the stars.

“I love you,” he said between kisses.

Shepard laughed, “I love you too—That tickles!”

Kaidan held Shepard tighter, “Do you want me to stop?”

Shepard smiled that smile, “Never.”

“Then I never will.”

“Good.”

Kaidan kissed Shepard all over, repeating the words, meaning them every time. Meaning them in a new way with every second, every utterance.

The sound of his heart filled the room for Shepard to hear, body and soul. It was everything he wanted. Everything he wished for.

And Shepard said it back.

[chicgeekgirl89]

Packing a Piece

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand

Rating: T

Summary: 

“Yeah, I’m not really a talk-it-out kind of person,” T.K. mumbles around the lip of the glass as he takes a sip.

“So I’ve noticed,” Carlos tells him, a knowing smile on his face. “I believe your motto is ‘punch first, questions later?’”

“You’re never going to let that go, huh?” T.K. asks, wincing at the reminder of his recent bar brawl.

“The image of you in handcuffs, looking like a cranky, beat up alley cat? Probably not.”

A/N: I always love the early days of a ship. The will they/won't they. The longing looks. The miscommunications. Here for all of it. So when a happy little fic involving the darts scene came into my brain, I took it and ran. Also this fic has one of the dirtiest lines I've ever written, so if my mom ever finds this...I'm sorry.

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This was not how he’d planned to spend the evening. He glares across the room at Judd Ryder, chomping on the straw in his drink as the activity of the bar swirls around him. God, he’s literally never met someone more infuriating, someone more rude…who the hell does this guy think he is?

“Your turn.”

Carlos’ voice draws T.K. back to the game at hand and he looks up to see the other man smiling as he holds out a couple of darts. Right. He’s on a date. One he should definitely have said no to given his current fury at his teammate.

Two hours ago he’d stormed out of the firehouse and run smack dab into a firm torso. 

Strong arms grabbed hold of him to keep him from toppling over. “Whoa,” Carlos said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” T.K. said, distracted by his bad mood. He just wanted to get out of here and as far away from Judd as he possibly could.

“Trying to add assaulting an officer to your rap sheet?” Carlos asked.

That got his attention and the uncertainty must have shown on his face because Carlos smiled. “I’m kidding.”

“Right,” T.K. said. He frowned. “What are you doing here?”

Carlos actually blushed and it was so fucking cute it made T.K.’s heart skip a beat. “Oh, I, um, I…kind of came to see if you’d give me another shot.”

T.K. raised his eyebrows. 

“Listen, I—I guess I wasn’t completely honest with you, or myself,” Carlos said. “The one night stand, fuck buddies kind of thing…it’s not me. And I don’t want to put any pressure on you or anything but…I like you. So I thought I would take my chances and see if you wanted to go on a date. With me. Tonight.”

The word “date” immediately made T.K. balk. That wasn’t a lifestyle he wanted anymore. Love ‘em and leave ‘em seemed like a much better, less heartbreaking option. Plus he’d already bared far more of his soul to Carlos than he was comfortable with during his brief incarceration. Better to walk away while he still had at least a little dignity left.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he said slowly.

“Just one drink,” Carlos urged. “Well, I mean, not a DRINK drink, obviously because…” His hands fluttered around aimlessly as he tried to recover from his verbal fumble and he let out a nervous half chuckle. “Okay I told myself I wouldn’t screw this up, but I guess I did. So, never mind. It’s fine.”

The sight of strong, brawny, hot-as-hell Officer Reyes looking for all the world timid and shy made him weak. “Okay,” he’d said before he could stop himself.

Carlos had frozen. “Really?”

How could he say no to those beautiful, soft, guileless brown eyes? And he really did kind of owe the guy after being such a dick the last couple times they’d been together.“Yeah. Sure. Let’s grab a drink or whatever.”

And now here he is, in a bar, pissed as hell, and the subject of his ire is across the room, further souring his mood. He can’t even have a date in peace. Judd “Stop Acting Like the Coach’s Son” Ryder has to ruin that too.

He needs to relax, to blow off some steam, and forget that the people working alongside him at the firehouse are the most judgmental, ass-backward, hillbillies he’s ever met. And hopefully, if he plays his cards right, there will be some blowing of other things later. Judging by the way Carlos keeps checking out his ass when he thinks T.K.’s not looking, his chances seem pretty good.

Although T.K. might ruin everything if he keeps complaining. Nobody wants a cranky lay.

“You know, if I was a less secure man, I might be bothered by the fact that I worked up the nerve to ask you out, and you’ve spent the entire night talking about another guy,” Carlos finally says after T.K. mouths off yet again. 

He should apologize. But he doesn’t. Instead he presses on, practically goading Carlos into calling time of death on this miserable date over his assholery. He doesn’t deserve to be with someone as good as Carlos anyway. This is the third time in a row that he’s been a jerk to the man, and he really doesn’t understand why the guy keeps coming back for more. 

A tiny voice in the back of T.K.’s mind whispers that he’s self-sabotaging yet again, but he tells it to shut up and reminds it that at least he’s not shooting up or getting the crap beat out of him to deal with it this time. 

“You think he’s right?” he asks. It’s a challenge, a test, one designed to make Carlos fail so T.K. can prove to the world that he’s still a screw-up that no one could possibly ever want.

Carlos doesn’t say anything, just tosses another couple darts at the board, then waits for T.K. to go collect them.

“Do you?” he finally asks.

It makes T.K.’s blood boil. Because yeah, that is one of his greatest fears. That he’s only here because of his dad. That he’ll never be good enough on his own. And he doesn’t like anyone to push on that particularly tender part of his ego. “You know I’m holding a dart?” he says, sending Carlos a pointed look.

Carlos’ answer is immediate. “And I’m packing a piece.”

T.K. freezes in surprise at the snappy response. It’s just enough to break through his inner monologue and get him to fully pay attention to the gorgeous, completely ripped, incredibly good at sex stuff, man in front of him. “That’s hot,” he says, thoughts of Judd Ryder and his terrible day slowly melting away.

Carlos gives him a charming little smile. “Do I finally have your attention now?”

T.K. leans closer, amusement and desire swirling in his gut. “Yes.”

“Good.” Carlos cocks his head to the side and then swipes the dart from T.K.’s hand. “Because I want you fully present when I kick your ass.”

Carlos does kick his ass, not a surprise considering the man wears a gun as part of his uniform. But T.K. doesn’t do too badly either. And despite the fact that he came into this with a chip on his shoulder…it’s fun. Carlos is sweet and snarky and unbelievably good. He’s kind to T.K., the bar staff, the people who walk by. And god help him, T.K. feels something stirring inside himself that he’d thought had died on the floor of his New York apartment five months ago.

“Okay, how are you doing that?” T.K. asks when Carlos hits his sixth or seventh bullseye of the night.

“Practice,” Carlos says with a shrug. “I can show you if you want.”

He steps up behind T.K., his lips right by T.K.’s ear as he speaks. “Relax your body,” he says, his hands skimming gently over T.K.’s frame, positioning him just so. “I like to line my shoulder up with the bull’s eye.”

The warmth of his breath on T.K.’s neck causes goosebumps to rise along his skin. Carlos’ hips bump up against him and he sucks in a sharp breath. This is…beyond a turn-on. 

“Then you just draw back and let it go,” he says, giving T.K. a quick pat on the ass before he steps back. “Go get ‘em champ.”

The heat T.K. was feeling seconds ago immediately turns into annoyance at the obvious reference to Judd’s words. He sends Carlos a scowl. “I’m glad my workplace harassment is funny to you.” 

“Are you going to take the shot? Or should I have your dad come over here and coach you from the sidelines?” Carlos asks, a sassy grin on his face as he needles T.K.

T.K. rolls his eyes, but he draws his arm back and gives the dart a toss. It hits only millimeters off of center.

“Nice,” Carlos says. “Keep practicing and maybe next time you’ll beat me.”

Next time. Like this isn’t a one time thing. Like Carlos wants to see him again even though T.K. has tried his damndest to fuck this evening up. Who the hell is this guy?

“So I was thinking—“

“You want to get out of here?” T.K. asks, cutting him off.

“Yes,” Carlos says immediately. “Let me close our tab.”

He’s back in less than two minutes and then it’s a short drive to his place where they immediately lose themselves in an already familiar rhythm of lips and hands and teeth and skin. 

“Well that was fun,” Carlos says when they’re both laid flat out on his bed, a satisfied smile on his face as he pulls his briefs back into place.

“You deserved some fun after I was such a crappy date,” T.K. tells him as he reaches for his own briefs, which have gotten hung up on a lamp.

Carlos’ face immediately drops. “Wait, you didn’t—T.K. you didn’t come over here because you felt obligated to, right?”

God this man is so damn good, it almost physically pains him. “No,” T.K. says quickly. “No, I—that’s not what I meant I was just…”

“Because if you felt like I pressured you into any of what just happened or thought I had some kind of expectation—“

“No, Carlos, it’s okay,” T.K. says, reaching out and putting a hand on his thigh for reassurance. “I was being self deprecating. I promise, I wanted everything we just did as much as you.”

Carlos relaxes. “Okay good.” He looks down at T.K.’s hand. “You’re really hard on yourself, you know that?”

“Not hard enough according to Judd,” T.K. says with a roll of his eyes, then inwardly cringes for bringing that up again. He truly is a terrible date. No wonder Alex left him for someone else.

“Have you ever thought that maybe whatever Judd is saying, it’s not about you?”

The question catches him by surprise and so does the earnestness in Carlos’ eyes. “What else could it be about?” T.K. asks.

Carlos shrugs. “His marriage. Money. His truck.”

T.K. snorts a laugh. “You think he bit my head off because he’s upset about his truck?”

“You’re in Texas now. Men love their trucks. Sometimes more than their wives,” Carlos tells him as he gets up and heads into the bathroom. “What I’m saying is, usually when people are mad, it’s about more than what they say it is.” He returns with two glasses of water, one of which he hands to T.K. “I’ve known Judd a long time. He’s a good guy. And he’s been through a lot lately. Might be worth it to try and talk it out.”

“Yeah, I’m not really a talk-it-out kind of person,” T.K. mumbles around the lip of the glass as he takes a sip.

“So I’ve noticed,” Carlos tells him, a knowing smile on his face. “I believe your motto is ‘punch first, questions later?’”

“You’re never going to let that go, huh?” T.K. asks, wincing at the reminder of his recent bar brawl.

“The image of you in handcuffs, looking like a cranky, beat up alley cat? Probably not,” Carlos says, leaning back and giving T.K. a spectacular view of all the muscles in his abdomen. The man is built like a freaking god.

“An alley cat? Seriously?” he asks.

Carlos shrugs. “I saw what I saw.”

“You’re very lucky that you’re hot,” T.K. tells him with a roll of his eyes. He takes a peek as his phone. “I should probably get going.”

“Or…”

“Or…what?”

Carlos leans forward and presses a searing kiss to his lips. “Or you could stay a little longer. And give me a new memory of you in handcuffs,” he says, soft eyes going dark and stormy.

T.K. stays.

“I had a good time tonight,” Carlos says a couple hours later as he walks T.K. to the door. He had made it very clear that T.K. could stay over but…he’s not there yet.

“Good,” T.K. says, throwing on a cocky smile. “I’d hate to think all my hard work upstairs was for nothing.”

Carlos gives him an exasperated look. “I mean the whole thing T.K. The date, the sex, all of it.”

“You are not going to tell me you think tonight falls into the category of a ‘good date,’” T.K. says incredulously. “I was being a dick the entire time.”

Carlos shrugs. “You had a rough day. It happens. I still had fun.” He steps forward and runs a finger flirtatiously down T.K.’s chest, toying with the top button of his shirt. “Besides, I like being someone who can put a smile back on your face.”

Stunned is an understatement. This is…he’s really not used to being treated like this. Like he’s allowed to have bad moments. Like maybe Carlos isn’t going to just use him and then walk away. Like maybe Carlos actually…likes him. Not just tolerates him or wants him for sex.

“Can I see you again? Maybe this weekend?” Carlos asks, that sweet, innocent look in his eyes. The one that turns the “no” in T.K.’s throat into a “yes” by the time it reaches his tongue.

T.K. nods, uncertainty shifting around inside him like the open seas in a storm. “Yeah.”

“Great.” Carlos smiles and then leans in, capturing T.K.’s lips in a soft kiss. “It’s a date.”

T.K.’s mind whirls as he slips into his cab. What the hell is happening to him?

[one-black-rotary-phone]

Did I mention the day Finney escapes, Gwen will rarely ever sleep over at Suzie’s? One reason is because she’s far too afraid of losing Finney again. She has immense guilt that if that day she walked home with him, he wouldn’t have even gotten kidnapped. Always walks with him, always.

(Finney is also afraid of big dogs ever since the kidnapping, especially if they’re the same breed as Samson.)

You didn't mention this, no.

Oh, yeah, she would. Thing is, obviously it was going to be that day. The Grabber stalked all of his victims and knew Finney would be alone that day. But Gwen had no idea, and couldn't have had any idea, so it's really sad that she blames herself. She couldn't have done anything because she didn't know anything.

Though, I do wonder what would have happened if Susie had cancelled that day or something. Maybe she was sick and didn't want Gwen getting sick, so of course Gwen walked home with Finney. The Grabber would have seen them through his van windows and would have been very displeased. The spot where he took Finney would have been the perfect spot for time, speed, suspicion, and people being around. And now he'd have to find a different spot and wait a while so Finney wouldn't be suspicious of him. Maybe Finney would have been freaked out and would've gotten a chance.

But yeah, I imagine Susie is understanding of Gwen's fear. Gwen's friends have to be understanding of her, otherwise she drops them. But either way, Susie lets her stay home when she wants to, and doesn't put too much pressure on her to stay for a sleepover every Friday.

And talking about the dogs, I have to agree. I feel so bad for Finney; he's just unlocking new fears everywhere he goes. Like, the dude so obviously will have PTSD. I know he's not afraid of horror movies at all in the start of the movie, but after his kidnapping he probably is really squeamish with them. He seems like the type to not cry so much, but he'd be very uncomfortable and have flashbacks. Like, he got kidnapped, met actual ghosts (which he may have never believed in), had a breakdown, watched an innocent man die while trying to help him, and then had to kill someone.

Anyways, a fear of dogs is something he has. A toy poodle that's always smiling and sleeping not so much, but a larger dog of any personality is a yes. The more stereotypically scary the dog looks, the more avoidant he is of it.

[ottiliere]

Do you have more possible backstory on psych ward Dirk?? Cause im in love with the idea so much (& am projecting so hard)

have been thinking about this a lot. hi.

I always envisioned dirk being raised by beta bro in this au for many reasons but mainly because 1) trailer park rat dirk is vital 2) abject poverty vital 3) isolation and severely abusive caregiver in the confined environment that you call your home is vital. all of these things helping to breed mental illness like an agar plate.  

in my mind i think about the disparity between how bro would've treated dave vs dirk in a way that reflects dirks canonical hatred for his splinterselves.if dave grew up with bro then he probably ran away pretty early, maybe when he was 13, to go live with rose... bro having viewed him as a little pet project with some form of condescending fondness. shaping him in his image whether it be unconscious or not. and with dirk it's like. accident baby from a one night stand he gets stuck with. not that dave probably also wasn't that too. but dave came with a certain kind of novelty? whereas bro would think of dirk exclusively in terms of his inconvenience and shortcomings in comparison to himself. he wouldn't care at all where he actually tried A LITTLE with dave. I think simply the IDEA of having to get another baby though "baby" years would ruin all chances he had of treating dirk in any positive way whatsoever.

i envision bro never buying food for them or keeping it in the house. dirk would subsist on reduced school lunches and digging through the garbage at school for food to take home, otherwise he wouldnt be able to eat. and summers would be the worst because hed have to do this in public places in sweltering texas heat. this would warp his mind i think and is also the foundation as to why i envision him having pica. he'd eat A LOT of weird things, just from a very young age, due to being consistently starved. he’d eat the glue in kindergarten. he'd eat the paper and have a fondness for different kinds and brands. he’d rank construction paper and computer paper and notebook paper in his head. he’d try to eat crayons but wouldn’t like the waxy texture and how it sticks to his teeth. he'd suck on markers. he'd steal the ones from class and break them open to pull out the full... i dont know the word for it. theres like a flexible tube in there. and if you cut it open and run it under water it makes like a slightly tinted ball of fluff if you tear it all off its casing (i would do this all the time). he would just pull this out to suck the ink out of it more easily.... chew on it a little once its empty.  probably eats whatever bro has lying around. which is likely very dangerous for a child lol. miraculous he even survives toddlerhood... but the same could be said for canon i think.

kids would not be nice to dirk. i think his clothes would be dirty all the time. and i think this is where his habit of really long showers would come from. he’d try to wash his clothes with body soap because he wouldn’t know how to use the washing machine/wouldn’t be tall enough to use it. and bro wouldn’t do his laundry. obviously.

I think he’d have a fixation on capturing animals and bugs. i like the idea of him capturing things and then keeping them and starving them and watching them waste away. i imagine he has a fascination with resistance and will to escape, watching that specifically fade away in things. detatched from the situation to the point that what he’s doing is hardly really even sadistic. he’s just an observer.

after finishing/dropping out of high school he would become a wageslave. night stocker. he would have to have extremely limited hours because it basically builds pressure in his brain every minute he’s there....like the idea of him working a back end job with minimal social interaction and still hating every second he has to talk to someone. he routinely envisions throwing himself in the baler. he would want his death to be as obnoxious as possible   probably at some point he did do mechanical work but i doubt he’d last long in a job like that because his attitude is so rancid. 

RE: ALPHA DAVE

dirk has never met dave but I think he knows he's related to him and I think he spent most of his childhood fantasizing about him and being "saved" by him, mainly regurgitating cyclic thoughts of movie parents onto this idealized version of him in his head. "this is what it's going to be like," he thinks. he is obsessed with him. he is his first celebrity crush and his dream father and his best friend. he is so undersocialized that he can never tell these ideals from each other; he was never taught to make the distinction. he will never meet the guy he's imagining that guy doesnt exist and no one will ever exist like him. and when he's young that's ok, because he can fantasize and dream about dave swooping in one direction wattpad style and saving him somehow. but the older he gets the angrier he'd become at the world for always being stuck with the shortest shittiest stick, ever, always. like even the other people in his poverty-stricken slumhole have family and friends. in adolescence this begins to coagulate in his mind along with his plummeting self-esteem and knowing innately that even if dave met him he would hate him like everyone else and he loses the ability to fantasize about it anymore because that's just reality to him at that point. like actively fantasizing about it makes him feel WORSE because it's like lying to himself

he would fester. like. i want him to be obsessed with dave hes projecting every father mother brother issue hes EVER had in his life onto this man who (he thinks) doesnt even know he exists. years pass and his resentment towards dave grows. the hope in the fantasy melts away as he realizes this guy just doesnt care about him at all anyway... but hes still cemented in his mind as this lionized figure. he's still a centerpiece but he's disgusting now. he'd form a complex "you think you're so much better than me" just so so angry wants to ruin him

^the only unironic entries in his journal.

in summary... I like to imagine that dirk’s life was just so legitimately horrible and he used dave as a mental security blanket for so so long that coming to the realization that this guy doesn't give a shit about him and is NEVER coming to "save him" would exacerbate his mental illness x1000.

we have toyed with the concept of dave knowing that dirk has existed his whole life and trying to make contact when he's an adult WAY too late way after he's been fucking broken by life would make him explode I think. but this post is already too long to talk about that. thanks for reading everyone

[datastate]

this is such a small thing but it always wrecks me thinking about the russian roulette is just... if sara had killed anyone, there's no good way to cope with it. obviously it hurts me most to think abt her killing joe or kai, but the other two as well...

joe dies:

- that's one of her closest friends she's ever had. not so much so as ryoko, but still someone she's comfortable enough poking fun at and who knows about her stalker and who she hangs out with often after school (whether it's hanging out for karaoke or at the park or shared clubs or just walking her home...) & we already see how. poorly she deals with the guilt of feeling like she caused him pain (and eventually thinking she had hand in his *death*, even indirectly.)

- that last point hits because... in this case, she places the responsibility on herself to take on the gun (even if she's not at all confident) because she knows joe trusts her to succeed for him, for all of them. if he dies directly by her hand, it'd shatter her. she took this up for him, so he could trust her. and she failed him. utterly and completely.

- then everyone's reaction too... they're very. tense leading up until the end. (or if joe's the last target, sara might let herself collapse...)

keiji realizing he put too much pressure on her as well, probably still going to drag her forward - there's no time to mourn (...not like he really gave himself the chance to, in his own experience).

q-taro outraged, not necessarily with her, but with the game altogether; shocked at the full realization of seeing a dead body in front of all of them (he would be more forward about trying to lead the group certain directions, i'd imagine, and probably dislike keiji... maybe some of his own self-loathing for letting this happen depending on how he voted. it's irresponsible... how could they have done that? and now a kid is dead and another one's traumatized!)

maybe people expect kai to be 'i told you so'. to tell keiji (and perhaps q-taro) off. but... kai's deathly quiet. he lifts the gun from the scene. joe earned kai's own trust - the reason he wouldn't trail sara when he knew joe was there, the reason he could make the progress he did on the backdoor file, the person who meant so much to sara ever since she joined sonobeno... seeing her reaction, he can only expect as much. this was why he insisted she not handle the gun. he had faith in her, he always will, but it only takes one mistake, one lapse of judgement, for her to become a murderer. his sentiment stands: he'd rather she risk death than risk that fate. no, kai doesn't think less of her for it, certainly not, but even if they escape... she'll never be the same, and he mourns that. (and... yes. i do think he'd be frustrated with keiji's behavior. even in canon when this turns out well, i think he dislikes the pressure placed upon her when there are other adults around... and isn't that an issue, as well? kai was there, and yet he selfishly rescinded the chance to take the gun himself to keep his own conscience clear.)

and then all the other participants... they'd probably lock the blue room once the remaining four leave, but it'd cause such unease. two deaths that they know of, and they're both young kids. it's fucked.

kai dies:

- in this case, he dies without being able to clarify anything, not the data presented on the laptop, nor his own relationship with the chidouins as their guard... the participants aren't even given a chance to salvage his information

- not only that, he dies without being able to edit or extract the laptop data. no specific files pulled so the participants won't waste their time, no time to write the additional notes meant to encourage sara, the backdoor file may not be entirely finished, the laptop is easily accessible as a bargaining chip, his ID may be presented in the prize exchange if they think it's morbidly funny. just another tool, even in death, to stir unease...

- anyway, back to the present... he was the one fighting for sara to not take the burden upon herself. to the rest, he was right, and he died for it. but it's also much more personal than that too. even though she did end up as the candidate for the roulette, he still trusted her. not for a moment would he doubt her. with the gun to his forehead, he was calm and steady, never blinked or looked away, for he always held faith in the chidouins... he never wished to emburden them. he never wished for them to know the horrors written into him from such a young age. it would be bad enough for sara to have blood on her hands, but it leaves a bitter taste to think that it's his own death that'd be used against her in this...

- i also wonder what joe would do in this case... presumably, he knows kai was the 'stalker', but. sara's reaction would still be so visceral. it's not the time to tell her about this, is it? and even if he was a stalker, was it right for him to die? esp as/if more info comes to the surface... & depending on what joe heard since he wasn't as panicked as sara (though still reasonably afraid) when kai was so close + tried to warn them. aghhh...

keiji dies:

another person who, despite everything, put his faith in sara foremost. he was sketchy in his own right, sure, but he still made the first move to try to build the start of an alliance and get the group in order. and even if he killed someone before, he did seem torn up about it - wasn't that innocence enough? something to help her believe the better part of him? what he did wasn't intentional.. now she just wonders if this is how it felt... (additionally, joe would never be able to question keiji then abt his father's death... hm.)

q-taro dies:

similar reaction to keiji, where q-taro may have given it to sara (if he voted for her), but if he hadn't voted for her... then she'd feel like he's justified in that. she failed to uphold everyone's expectations. if they'd given it up to q-taro, if she wasn't so insistent with the other two backing her up, then he'd still be here. haunted by what they could've done differently... aghhh... oh this entire concept hurts.

[kimtaegis]

You truly don’t have to read this or respond but i truly do need to get this off my chest

I found out today that my 13 year old cousin is secretly 12 weeks pregnant. Her and her parents didn’t want ANYONE (including her older brothers) knowing but a extremely small handful but my sister was one that she told and my sister passed it to me. Since then my brain had been racing and and I’ve been trying to hold back the tears. How can a girl who only knew a guy two weeks and was 4 years older then her end up pregnant when I’ve been longing to be since I turned 18. I know that I wouldn’t even be able to have a baby yet considering never even had a boyfriend so being jealous of someone 10 years younger then me is childish but I truly does hurt. I’ve cried hundreds of times over how bad I want to be pregnant and the fact that I’ll probably never have a chance to because of how scared I am of men. What makes it worse is I’ve had multiple people for years tell me that I need to have a baby because of how much I love kids and how good I am with them and on the outside I play it cool and just say “maybe someday” but on the inside I’m dying. I know that I have plenty of time but with the pressure of people I’ve gone to school with already settling down and my IG and TikTok being flooded with pregnancy and babies plus those like my sister and cousins constantly saying that I need a boyfriend so I can have my dream come true to the point my sister literally jokes all the time that she’ll give me her first born if she becomes a teen mom because I’ll never have one because I don’t have a boyfriend, I truly am going insane. However I’m nowhere close to being able to have a baby physically, mentally or emotionally so I obviously wouldn’t seek out to try but part of me so badly wishes for a Mary moment to happen😔

my love, I won’t say much, but I will say this: have patience, good things will come to good people. And be honest to those people that obviously haven’t quite grasped yet how much this means to you, and tell them that these jokes and that topic in general makes you hurt. You shouldn’t have to suffer more than you already do without these side comments. I also want to remind you that in today’s time, you don’t need a man to be a mom, okay? if this is truly something that you want and that you’re ready for, if this is something that would fulfil you, then it’ll happen, and there’s many options how it could. I hope you’ll feel better soon 🤍

[miraefmd]

idol headcanon meme : no longer accepting.

Send ○ for a training headcanon. (word count: 216)

mirae trained for a relatively short one year considering she hadn’t had any formal experience in singing, dancing, or performing before she made her debut. if she hadn’t debuted that fast, there was a good chance she wouldn’t have debuted at all, though, since she would have eventually had to go running back to her parents with her tail between her legs since she was wearing her mother’s patience thin.

in the year she trained, mirae really gave everything she had. she spent countless sleepless nights practicing in gold star’s dance studios until it was morning and she had to go to her vocal class and start her day all over again and she never skipped a training day, even when she was ill or injured. it made her stand out and was what got her to debut in the long run, but it definitely made the pressure for her to have a successful debut that much higher. selene would be gold star media’s first group, so even though they had bang sunyoung’s name behind them, there wasn’t a precedent to know if that was enough to hit big.

mirae would consider her year of training under gold star to be the most stressful time of her life, but it made her who she is today.

Send ♡ for a social media headcanon. (word count: 200)

mirae is very active on social media. she has a personal, private instagram, but she often uses her public instagram account more than that one anyway. she sees it as a self-promotion tool, so she understands it as a very important part of her career she needs to keep up with. she’s quite social media savvy, though not quite to the level of her younger sister (who is an influencer). other than instagram, her most used social media is instagram, since she has had her own personal channel there for almost a year and a half now.

mirae’s instagram has gained a lot of followers in the aftermath of squid game. her followers more than doubled and she’s built a much bigger international base in her followers. she’s still waiting to see when it starts to drop off, but she sort of wishes her youtube subscribers had grown as much. her youtube subscribers have grown a lot, too, but not as much as her instagram, and her youtube is where she posts content showcasing her skills and not just her face, so she believes it to be a better representation of any long-term career effects it will have on her.

Send ♠ for a headcanon about misconceptions fans or the public have about my muse. (word count: 203)

for the most part, up to this point, i think mirae has done a good job of shaping her image to be how she wants to be seen. she’s someone who likes to have control over that sort of thing, so she usually does. gold star obviously has the power to overrule her and mediaplay her into whomever they want her to be, but so far there hasn’t been too much conflict since mirae’s image has paid off.

but the main misconception i think fans and the public have about mirae is that she’s sort of inhumanly secure in herself. she is a very confident person and she’s worked hard for that to be genuine and most of it is not put on. that said, she is still very sensitive about certain things and is not above insecurity. her pride controls her a lot, and that makes her prone to flare-ups of jealousy and a wounded ego when her pride is compromised. a lot of people would perceive her as someone things just bounce off of because she’s so confident in herself. she would like people to think that about her, but the truth is that she hasn’t achieved that superhuman skill yet.

Send ‼ for a career goal headcanon. (word count: 201)

mirae has career goal after career goal. she wants to win a grand prize as an individual actor; she’d like to become a household name. above all, she just wants un-shatterable stability in her career for guaranteed financial stability. she realizes truly un-shatterable stability is something that is not possible, though, so i’d say her biggest career goal is getting as close to that as she can.

it’s not the career goal she’d state in an interview because it doesn’t make for a fun answer, but it’s the driving force behind pretty much all of her other goals. wanting success in so many different fields is very much something she pursues because she has an earnest interest in all of those fields, but it wouldn’t feel so dire that she finds that success in each of them if financial stability wasn’t so important to her. being multi-talented is good for her image, but it’s also a way to diversify her safety net. it goes beyond a career goal into a life goal. ultimately, everything she does in her career comes down to the desire to have a strong foundation under her since she and her family never had that growing up.

Send ∞ for a future (post-idol life) headcanon. (word count: 267)

mirae’s true post-idol life might not come until she’s physically too old to perform on stage anymore, so i’ll talk about her future when being an idol stops being her main job. by the time selene comebacks slow down and they’re coming back only once every few years at best and her solo releases are the same, mirae will probably be working primarily as an actress. by this point, i see her as having established herself enough as an actress that she has her pick of scripts and will have probably transitioned to mostly doing films. she won’t give up dramas completely, but she’ll only come back to them when something really compelling grabs her. though she’ll be established at this point, she’ll continue to work at a rate of two projects a year or three projects in two years because she wouldn’t be comfortable with having a lot of free time; she’d feel like she’s wasting it. she’d continue to do brand deals and would maybe come out with her own line of clothing or accessories or cosmetics, maybe all three.

she’ll probably settle down into marriage around her late thirties, probably with some ceo or someone from a rich family who she’s attracted to for (once again) the stable lifestyle they can have by combining their finances, and start a family shortly after, but she’ll take off only as much time as she needs to for that before going back to work. she’ll continue to act into old age. i don’t see her ever retiring unless she becomes physically incapable of working for some reason.

Send ♥ for a headcanon about something my muse likes about being an idol.

there truthfully isn’t a lot mirae doesn’t like about being an idol. she’s successful in her field, and it’s given her a much better life than she had before it, but i think what she likes the most deep down is that she’s good at it. being an idol isn’t the only thing she’s good at necessarily, but it does come very naturally to her. she would have likely felt the same about modeling if she’d been able to have a career trajectory in it similarly to her trajectory in selene, and acting is similar but she has to think about it more than she does performing.

mirae likes having control, especially over herself and her own life, if i haven’t made that clear, and somewhat oxymoronically to all of the control gold star media has the ability to exercise over her life, she feels more in control as an idol than she thinks she would if she’d done something else. mirae hadn’t had the connections or money to secure a powerful job position for herself, so if she wasn’t in the entertainment or fashion industries, she’d probably working a job like her older brother, where she’s viewed as little more than an inconsequential cog in a machine. the idol industry may be about selling a product as any other, but as a public figure, she has fans and with that comes leverage of her own. 

Send ✈ for an airport fashion headcanon. (word count: 221)

mirae is known for her sense of fashion, so she makes sure not to disappoint at the airport. there’s a place for everything and she isn’t showing up at the airport in a stage outfit or a red carpet outfit, but she’s acknowledged for her fashionably casual style when she’s at the airport. she wears a lot of pants and crop tops at the airport for comfort; you could say it’s her uniform, but she approaches it in different ways. sometimes, she wears a crop top under a tracksuit for a sportier look, while she dresses it up other times with a long coat over jeans and a neutral top. it isn’t anything too eye-catching, more off-duty model looks, but she’s acknowledged for rarely slacking.

there’s been a number of occasions where she became a subject of talk for not wearing a bra at the airport. it depends on the day whether she wears one or not because there are days a plane ride in a push-up bra just isn’t what she’s looking for and she just doesn’t wear a bra all the time in her off-time anyway. she’s a firm believer in putting effort into her style at all times, but a plane ride is the type of situation where comfort is of utmost importance in tht effort as well.

Send ☎ for a bad fan experience headcanon. (word count: 232)

selene is lucky in the sense that they appeal more to the general public than they do a passionate fanbase. that isn’t to say they don’t have any passionate fans; they certainly do, and there are many faces mirae recognizes because of the frequency with which they come to fan signs and concerts. there aren’t many who dedicate their entire lives to following selene around and invading their privacy, though. in mirae’s experience, their fans are more mature and understanding of the boundary between them than that. the bad experiences tend to come from the “fans” who have read into some of the sexier concepts selene has done to mean that they can be sexualized against their will whenever it suits the audience. (mirae is also aware this isn’t solely because selene has done sexier concepts. groups with ‘innocent’ get it just the same as selene, but mirae has heard these ‘fans’ use the ‘excuse’ of their sexy concepts.)

so rather than one particular bad fan experience, mirae’s handful of bad fan experiences have come from attempts to film upskirt from below the stage during performances or down her shirt via concealed cameras during fan signs. any time she’s noticed it happening, she’s tried to alert staff so that the person could be removed from the premises, although that hasn’t always been possible, and those instances have for sure been the worse.

Send ◙ for an audition headcanon. (word count: 216)

mirae actually planned to join gold star media in their modeling department, not their idol division. she’d been let go from her previous modeling company and had been intent on finding a new one. a staff member at her old company had tipped her off to gold star media auditions and she’d shown up for the model auditions, but they’d asked her on the spot if she could dance and sing. she hadn’t prepared anything, so she sang a capella and danced to a popular soloist’s song she knew the choreography and lyrics to well enough. the audition wasn’t anything she’d be proud of nowadays and she’s quite happy it’s never surfaced online or on a variety show, but her ability to hold a note and keep a beat at the same time was enough for gold star media to show even more interest in her as an idol trainee.

it was unlike mirae to be so unprepared, but she’d gone in fully prepared for a modeling audition, not an idol one. changing her career path so abruptly seemed ill-advised until she actually got an offer to train. she doesn’t regret auditioning or even the audition she gave at all since it got her in, but it does bother her that they caught her off guard.

Send ☀ for a variety headcanon. (word count: 218)

mirae doesn’t appear on variety as much as she probably could because she doesn’t always like the position she’s put in when she appears. in a group setting, it’s more diluted since the other members are present, but her ‘role’ on variety often gets boxed into a sort of ‘bitchy’ role. this stems from her past variety appearances where she would play on her schtick of overconfidence. it plays well with fans, but in certain variety spaces, especially since they’re often so male dominated, it gets a weirdly confrontational or even demeaning response. the schtick got her into some minor controversies in her earlier years, and while she didn’t really care, she wishes people would have paid more attention to what she was saying than the way she said it. she didn’t like to take shit from hosts the way they liked to give it out, and it didn’t make her the most popular guest with some hosts who didn’t like to be challenged on their way of doing things.

gold star sort of decided to steer her away from too much of a variety push to avoid a controversy that actually blew up and while she’s not against appearing on the right show, she’s perfectly fine with focusing on acting, modeling, and performing most of the time.

[vodkassassin]

Can I hope for a little cucumber plane ficlet?? If it's eating me this much idk how much it's devouring u. No pressure tho

Dw my darling anon I gotcha back ;3

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“You remind me of my husband.” Shen Qingqiu says one day, out of the blue, as he’s sipping his tea and watching Shang Qinghua do paperwork.

Shang Qinghua pauses. He lifts his brush up and away from the paper so that no excess ink drops and ruins all his work, and pin his bestie with a hard look.

“I’d hope so?” He says flatly, puzzled. “Because … we are married…. How many husbands do you got, bro?”

“I think the fact that we’re married and you still call me bro is grounds for a divorce,” Shen Qingqiu promptly replies, as usual. “No, I mean, in my last life. Back in… you know. Modern times.”

Shang Qinghua is quiet. Then, “You were… married before?”

“Yeah? I’m a total catch, you’re not special.” Shen Qingqiu scoffs, and then hurriedly adds, before Shang Qinghua has the chance to pull out the Devastating Broken-hearted Puppy Eyes — don’t give him that look. his husband had coined the term, not him — “Shut up, obviously you are or I wouldn’t have married you. But, yes. you’re my second husband. If we’re counting my past life. Which we are.”

“If we’re counting past lives, from before,” Shang Qinghua says slowly, setting aside his brush, “then you’re not my first husband either.”

There is a beat of silence.

“I think I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am to hear that, considering I married you myself here,” Shen Qingqiu says, after a long moment. “But, still. You?”

“What? I’m a catch,” Shang Qinghua defends mockingly, voice dry.

“I know that, shut up,” his husband smacks out at him absently with his fan, a thoughtful look overcoming his face as he stares across the room at the wall. “What was he like, then?”

A little awkwardly, Shang Qinghua shrugs. “Um. Well. You, I guess.”

Shen Qingqiu turns to look at him, eyebrow raised. “You really only have one type, don’t you?”

“You only have one type!” Shang Qinghua raises his hands and gestures air quotes with his fingers. “‘You remind me of my past husband.’ How can I remind you of someone I’m not like? You’re a hypocrite.”

“A hypocrite who is your type.” Shen Qingqiu points out. “What did he do?”

“Nothing, he was a spoiled rich trust fun baby and I had to teach him all about memes so he wouldn’t embarrass me in public. He didn’t know memes, bro, can you believe it? Lived under a rock before I saved him. At least you know about memes.”

“I’m glad I’m apparently a step up from your last marriage.” Shen Qingqiu says, dry as a desert.

“What did your husband do?”

Shen Qingqiu pats at his lips with the folded end of his fan. It’s a tiny fidget but it’s a cute as hell habit and Shang Qinghua loves watching him. “He was still going to college, when I died. Majoring in business and management. He did something on the side to make some extra cash because he refused to let me carry us with the money I got from my parents, but he’d never tell me what it was.”

“Oh.” Shang Qinghua says. He picks up his brush again, fully intending to return to the report he was marking over, when he stops. Sets the brush back down. “Wait.”

“Hm?” Shen Qingqiu blinks at him, head tilted. Adorable as hell. Shang Qinghua shakes his head slowly.

“Bro.” He says. “Husband. Love of my life, of my — What, might I ask, was your name? Back then?”

The slow and idle flapping of Shen Qingqiu’s fan slows to a stop. “What?”

“Just — Just humor me.”

“Okay,” his husband — his husband, wait wait wait, his??? Husband??? — says, slowly, like he thinks he’s stupid. “Shen Yuan.”

Shang Qinghua picks up his calligraphy brush and throws it across the room. It paints a long, thin black line down the wall. He picks up the ink stone and chucks it after it for good measure.

“Ummm, Airplane, what—?”

“Bitch!” He says, pointing a finger at his fucking husband accusingly. “We’re both stupid!”

“Um, slut? Don’t insult me without telling me why!”

“My name back then,” Shang Qinghua wails, tugging uselessly on his own bangs, “it was Shang Lei!”

Shen Qingqiu — Shen Goddamn Yuan — blinks. And then he splutters.

“Fucking what!” He shrieks.

“I married you,” Shang Qinghua groans, bending over to slam his face into his desk, and likely getting the ink he had painstakingly brushed over the report smeared all over his face, “twice!”

It takes a while, all afternoon and evening really, for the both of them to finally calm down. They’re still mindblown when they cuddle up in bed that night, but when Shen Yuan curls in to stick the frozen tip of his nose to Shang Qinghua’s neck like the icy bitch he is and always has been, he sighs.

“It’s gotta mean something, that in an entirely new universe we still ended up together without actually meaning to.” He says, and Shang Qinghua can feel the man’s smile against his skin as he wraps his arms around him. “Are we in a goddamn soulmate fanfic or something?”

“Aw, babe,” Shang Qinghua nuzzles downward and peppers his husband’s face with kisses. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me!”

“Don’t fucking tell anyone.”

“Nobody would believe me even if I did!”

“What’s that suppose to mean?!”

[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

pairing: percy jackson x child of aphrodite! gn reader

requested?: yup!

warnings: mentions of underage drinking, one curse word, and mentions of sexual tension

category: fluff, shy boy x obviously interested girl trope

a/n: don't mind me I'm just projecting and I got carried away

you’re not sure what gravitated you to percy more

the crystal green eyes, the freckles over his nose, the disheveled dark curls, or his clumsiness

the first time you laid eyes on him, he was walking back to his cabin after sword-fighting practice

his tan skin gleamed in the sunlight as a hand came up to swipe away the damp hair sticking on his forehead

for an action so mundane, it made your stomach flutter like crazy

and then the beauty of the moment was ruined right when he trips over the steps of his cabin

you heard stories of the kid killing the minotaur, blowing up a volcano, and rumors of being the suspected child of a huge prophecy

yet, he was not immune from tripping over his feet

and you’re sure the dorky charm of that moment made you think, he’s mine

for the next few days, you were determined to approach him

but you didn’t just want to come up to him and introduce yourself; that would be too plain and forgettable

you ended up finding your opportunity during a capture the flag game

silena gave you instructions to distract percy, and you headed over strong, ready to make your first impression while also taking him down for your team

sure, he had water powers and done a bunch of cool things, but your father made sure you were well trained in sword fighting and martial arts even before you knew about the camp

you planned to take him by surprise, and luckily it worked

with ruthless attacks, it didn’t take long for you to sweep him off his feet and knock his sword out of his hand

by pressing the flat of your sword under his chin, you forced him to look up at you, and you peered into those clear green eyes

gods, he’s cute, you thought

“hey,” you said

percy was stunned, not sure if it was because you effortlessly took him down or if it was because you were one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen

“... hi,” he sputtered, gawking for a moment as you offered your hand

you swore you felt sparks when his fingers brush across your palm... even though the contact was a little sweaty

in the distance, you heard the satyrs blow the horn and the roars of celebration from your team

“i should go back to the others. catch you later, ocean eyes,” you flirted

percy’s shoulders tensed up when you blew him a kiss; awkwardly frozen in his place as you waited

“well, are you going to catch it? you can’t just let my kiss fly away.”

percy shifted on his feet, not sure if you were serious or not, but when you held your ground with arms folded over your chest, it was clear that’s what you were waiting for

and so with a flushed face, percy awkwardly grabbed the air in the front of him, and you couldn’t help but giggle

“good, i wouldn’t want it flying to a stranger,” you commented playfully. “you know, i don’t really like this whole outdoor camp life thing, but seeing your pretty face around here makes it a lot better”

“uh… oh, thanks?” he stammered, not having the words to respond

you winked at him before walking off, more than satisfied with your first impression

after that, you were contemplating your next move

children of aphrodite can see all the possibilities in a potential relationship

you were able to see you and percy eating ice cream in central park, holding hands at camp, a shy kiss on your first date

you wanted all of it, and you going to make sure you get it

of course, silena and your siblings were your wing women

if percy was in the strawberry fields, you were picking strawberries beside him

in the fields, you got to know him and his sarcastic humor, which made your crush flourish

you even took sword fighting classes at the same time as him and made sure he was your partner most of the time

whenever you had a chance, you’d affectionately fix his hair or his armor just to hear his shy thank you’s

he’s never had a girl show this much interest in him, so you definitely made him a little nervous, but despite that, he opened up to you pretty quick

sometimes he’d help you out in the stables, and you noticed how he’d fumble with the harnesses or knock things over when you would flirt with him

you loved his reactions so much that you always took it up a notch just to see how he’d react

you suppose the pegasi didn’t make percy’s shyness any better

there were times where he’d shush them, or the tips of his ears would grow even more flushed at a neigh or huff from one of the pegasuses

as the summer came to an end, you gave percy your email and made sure you stayed in touch

you didn’t live very far from one another, but you didn’t dare ask to hangout

you wanted to be asked first!

and you were disappointed when the invitation never came despite the two of you being consistent with sending emails

the year flew by fast, though, and you were excited to return to camp for an array of reasons; percy being one of those reasons, of course

when you saw him for the first time that summer, you were in awe at how different he looked after a year

he was taller, broader, and just more handsome overall

your stomach went into a frenzy when he greeted you with a boyish smile while his hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously because he didn’t fail to notice how, somehow, you were even prettier than he remembered

unfortunately, having the prepare for the war meant you guys were too busy to hang out as often as you did the previous summer

but when you did have time to see each other, it was still fun

there was an unspoken rule between you and percy that any talk about the war wasn’t allowed

it allowed you guys to just bask in the nights where you would watch the sunset while joking around and sharing funny stories

those nights were calm and still; they brought a sense of normalcy amongst the chaos and growing tensions

because of this, percy had sought out your company whenever he could get it

being with you made him feel like time slowed down

inevitably, the battle of manhattan occurred and passed, causing the summer to end with the grief of losing your siblings

while campers arranged the ceremonies to honor their siblings, percy hopped around to help

losing silena as a counselor meant it was time to pick a new one, and to your surprise, your siblings nominated you

you were silena’s right-hand person, the oldest in the group after her, and the strongest fighter, so your siblings felt it was fair that you took the role

but it didn’t feel right to you; the pressure of being a newly elected councilor while still grieving silena weighed hard on your shoulders

after the nomination, you needed time to get away and sit with your thoughts, and you were only there for a moment alone until percy had found you

his eyes studied your somber expression, and he was quick to ask what was wrong

as you poured out all your worries, percy was quiet and attentive

you cuddled up to his side for comfort, and even in your sorrow, you didn’t fail to notice the way he tensed up

finally, when you let everything out, he chimed in to soothe your worries

your expression was a little lovestruck as he said everything you needed to hear, and well, his strong arm around your shoulders definitely helped too

you were so elated that you couldn't help but press a kiss on his cheek to thank him

his flushed face was enough to lift your spirits for good that day

by the time the summer officially came to an end, you could feel that percy’s feelings for you were becoming stronger

the romantic possibilities you envisioned became more apparent, but percy hadn’t asked you out yet

and like, you guessed you could have asked him out, but that wasn't fair in your book

you were already making the first moves; it was his turn to do something about it

then you were sure your mother pitied you because finally, after a few more months of emailing, percy asked if you to go ice skating with him, and of course, you agreed

but then, you concluded that it was more like a cruel joke from your mom because percy never showed up

you waited hours for him before you trudged home in defeat

heartbroken wasn’t even enough to describe how you were feeling

being stood up with no follow up from him made you conclude that he just wasn’t interested and you just needed to move on

it wasn’t until you went to CHB for christmas break did you find out percy was missing

you were crazy worried about him and helped as much as you could to try and find him

when it was confirmed that he was still alive, you were more than relieved

from that day on, you were itching to see him again, and finally, after the giant war, you were able to speak to him

you only said a hello before you got sucked into a game of truth or dare with your friends

the game was self-explanatory; spin the bottle and the person who’s chosen is submissive to the person who spun it

you made up some lousy dares for the first few people until you spun the bottle in percy’s direction

“truth or dare?” your voice was challenging, and a little flirty

percy shifts in his place, “truth.”

“do you want to kiss me?”

“dare.”

“kiss me.”

the instigating coos of your friends made you smile, which contrasted percy’s stunned expression

“never have i ever-”

“that’s not even the game, percy!”

your friends laughed at your interaction, but you were honestly a little annoyed

he liked you; you could feel it, so what was he even waiting for?

“it’s fine. you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to,” you say with a playful smile in an attempt to hide your disappointment

“shit, i’d kiss you,” leo joked, and you suddenly perked up at the request

a new idea came to your mind

“so kiss me,” you snapped your gaze to leo, a smirk on your face

leo gasped so hard; he choked on his own saliva

while he coughed erratically, showcasing all his shock on his face, you announced, “new rule! you can only give up a dare if someone else in the group offers to take it for you.”

your gaze fixed on leo, “so, are you going to kiss me or what?”

“uh, only if you want to,” he stammered, and you smiled, moving to lean over in his direction

suddenly, percy cut in, “i didn’t give up the dare.”

your attention shifted to him, and you didn’t fail to pick up the jealousy radiating off of him

your stomach flipped with anticipation at the success of your idea

if percy needed a push, you were going to push him

“you’ve given leo false hope then,” you joked, and playfully leo sighed.

“man, so close,” he mumbled.

you bit your lip as you leaned in percy’s direction

you felt his attraction to you; his eyes told you everything you needed to know and more

and before you knew it, your lips were against his

the kiss was short, but for a moment, the world around you was drowned out; you barely heard the coos and cheers of your friends around you

with a satisfied smirk, you pulled away, settling back in your spot as percy’s eyes averted elsewhere, too shy to look at you

you and your friends played the game until you grew bored and found something else to do

because the festivities kept pulling you in one direction to another, the only interaction you had with percy was the occasional longing glance and nothing else

as you escorted a few of your sisters who drank a little too much back to your cabin, you were sure you’d have to wait another day to talk to him

lost in your dismay, you automatically denied piper’s offer to finish the task

it wasn’t until she scoffed did you pull out of your thoughts

“are you kidding? go. i’ll get them back. you find percy.”

“oh yeah. you guys need to do something about that sexual tension. are you gonna date him or what?” another one of your sisters slurred

before you could even protest, you were shooed away by not only piper but by the rest of your siblings too

you stayed in your spot, making sure they had at least made it to the steps of the cabin before you pranced up to percy’s cabin

you figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask if he wanted to go on a walk with you

your knock is followed by a few moments of shuffling before he opened the door

and, whew, you were pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a shirtless percy

“hey." you leaned on the door frame, your eyes trailing down to admire his toned torso

“eyes up here," percy playfully demanded

you were almost hesitant to avert your eyes, but you obliged.

"i wanted to ask if you wanted to take a walk. you know, i just haven’t been sleeping well."

percy leaned against the door frame, amused at the dramatic pout on your face.

“sure, let me put on a shirt firs-”

“oh, you don’t have to. i don’t mind,” you cut him off, and his head tilts back just a little as he laughs

“i’m putting on a shirt,” he declares playfully, and you whine in fake disappointment

on your walk, he told you all the crazy things that happened while he was missing, and even though his stories were a lot more interesting than what you had to say, he was eager to hear about what you've been up to

your conversation persisted as you walked around the camp and as you arrived at the docks, another idea came to mind

suddenly, you cut yourself off mid-sentence, your gaze fixed on the water

“perce, you know, i can’t swim,” you mention, stepping on the wooden dock

“really?”

“really.”

it was quiet for a moment, and percy's expression was laced with confusion as you kicked off your shoes

you didn’t even care that you were wearing designer clothes, running straight off the dock and into the deep lake water

you heard percy yell your name right as your body completely submerges in the water

and it wasn't even more than 3 seconds before percy jumped in, one arm immediately wrapping around your waist to swim up to the surface with you

his baffled expression sent you into a fit of laughter

“what? why did you do that?!”

“cause i knew you’d come and get me.”

percy’s lips curved up into a smile, and you took the time to admire his features in the moonlight

you swore you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a second, and the action made you hyper-aware of how close your noses were

"kiss me!" you thought in your head as you circled your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer

you could feel his admiration, the accelerated thump of his heart, the fluttering in his stomach that mimicked yours

the kiss you shared earlier was far too short for your liking, and you were already looking forward to the next opportunity to kiss him again

“i haven’t forgotten that i owe you a date.”

you smiled at his words, half-distracted at the proximity of his lips

“so it was a date all along?” you asked, and percy nods, amused

“you know, i was thinking now that there isn’t another big prophecy and the chances of me disappearing again aren’t likely, that, maybe, you and i could-”

“yes! gods, yes.” you cut him off, and percy laughs at your eagerness

you waited too long for the question that you couldn’t even let him finish asking

he isn’t able to say anything else as you pull him into a passionate kiss

it was as if the years of anticipation were being poured into the movement of your mouths

the kiss was long, growing in eagerness until the harpies had ruined your fun and the two of you had to run back to your cabins

a part of you had wished that all of this would have happened sooner

you had plenty of nights where you were stared at the ceiling with conflicted thoughts, wondering if you guys just weren't meant to be, if you somehow made up his attraction to you in your head, or if you should ask him out first and save yourself the potential regret

but when you returned to your cabin full of enthusiastic siblings asking why you were soaking wet and why your lipstick was smudged, you realized you wouldn’t have changed a single thing

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[lokiskitten]

hello i love ur works omg idk if ur still accepting reqs or suggestions regarding ur stepdad! tom imagines but what abt an imagine in which tom attempts to end the secret affair between him and the reader and then the reader is heartbroken so she gets herself a boyfriend which makes tom jealous then smut ?? idk HAHAHA tyyy

Tom Hiddleston | forbidden behavior

Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : around a week after your stepfather called it off regarding the bond you two had developed, you are caught hanging out with a couple of friends in a café. Noticing his presence outside of the building, you decide to join him only to receive the most peculiar lecture of your life.

warnings : stepdad!trope, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, jealousy, slight physical abuse, kissing, crotch groping, handjob.

A week had passed since your stepfather had decided to end the relationship the two of you had progressively developed behind your mother’s back. You obviously took this as betrayal, an unnecessary decision which easily led you to develop hatred for the older man- especially after he had managed to convince you that the moments you spent together filled him with as much bliss as it did for you. But these times were now over, and your first mission easily became to avoid him as soon as you penetrated inside of your own home. Before your mother, both you and Tom were obviously forced to make an effort in order to keep your secret on the low- scared that any suspicious behavior would lead your past to come flashing under the lights of the projectors.

On a warm Friday evening, you had decided to stop by a café with a couple of your friends in order to celebrate the end of the week. Within this group stood Trystan, a boy you had finally agreed on offering a chance after breaking up with Thomas. He was nice and well educated, a mass of long black hair covering the top of his head as well as his neck. The young man also brought home plenty of nice grades, which could only be a green flag to your high expectations holding self- adding up to how he had offered to help with your mathematics homework after school. Now this was a proposition you jumped on immediately, but which you knew wouldn’t be able to take place within the walls of your house- and that due to your dragon of a stepfather.

Being too busy laughing with your classmate, you hadn’t noticed Tom’s presence outside of the café, his body leant against his car as he watched you fall for someone else. In fact, he had been following you on your way back home from college nearly every day of the week- satisfying the weird obsession he held for your younger self and easing his crippling anxiety and possessive behaviors. Seeing you with another man couldn’t have driven him more upset, his fists clenching out of pure anger within the pockets of the suit he wore for work. Minutes passed by, and the older man remained leant against his car whilst growing more and more impatient regarding the sweet words and touches you appeared to offer the black haired boy. These touches he knew so well were meant to be his, and this overall sight easily led the adult to regret ever breaking it off with you.

When your head finally looked up in order to divert through the open doors of the café, your heart tightened upon witnessing the stern silhouette of your stepfather waiting against his car. Embrassement and fear progressively started to fill your organism, face decomposing whilst your friends continued to laugh with one another. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Trystan noticed the way your mood had unexpectedly yet drastically changed. “Hey, Y/n?? You’re okay?” He asked on a concerned tone, his empathy leading your stomach to grow a couple of more knots at the thought of your stepdad witnessing such a scene. “Yeah..I’m fine. I think I’ll be going home now.” you responded politely, catching all of your mates off guard though none of them did a thing to hold you back. They could tell you appeared sick and pale.

“Take care.” Lizzie purred out as you swung your bag over your shoulder, the group’s curious eyes following your silhouette which exited through the door of the café only to end up joining an older man who stood nowhere far from here. Swallowing your saliva, you attempted your best to keep a rather proud expression on your face in order to push Tom a bit closer to the edge. You were aware that he absolutely despised it whenever you held an attitude. “Hi.” Your briefly said, not fighting the situation as your feet immediately started to lead you towards the other side of the car. “Who’s that guy you were with?” Tom immediately asked as he got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. You mimicked his gestures, and the two of you were now sat in the front of his vehicle.

“Just a friend. Why is it important anyway?” You answered harshly, leading your stepdad’s anger to rise above the edge. “Right.” He responded coldly, both of his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel as he began to drive away from the café. Silently, you watched the way his veins popped out of his skin due to the pressure applied onto his palm- the way his jaw clenched easily matching with his overall tensed and aggressive behavior. Without showing any form of weakness, you simply decided to behave as if you were indifferent face to this situation. You couldn’t exactly tell where Tom was taking the two of you, but even after your breakup you still trusted him well enough not to bring any harm to your fragile mind and body.

You felt surprised and confused to watch him park his car in a nearly empty parking lot, the upset male obviously seeking intimacy for the peculiar lecture he was about to give you. But again, he remained unexpectedly silent, his jaw and chest being the only parts of his body which remained in action. He couldn’t appear to find proper words, though was he truly seeking any? Gathering your courage to take the first step, your lips parted shyly, a single word barely getting enough time to come out of your mouth before you were violently cut off by your stepfather. “Tom-“ you began, body jumping due to the man’s unexpected and quite violent reaction. His palm had collided with the steering wheel, as if the only sound of your voice made him remember about what he had seen back at the café. It was the first time you ever saw him behave in such a way. Usually, he was always calm, friendly. Anger wasn’t an emotion he often felt the need to summon.

“What were you thinking?!” He blamed, the accusations penetrating your ears and leaving your poor mind clueless regarding what he was referring to. All you could tell was that his tone carried hatred, and that therefore his overall body was probably full of this exact same wrath. “Tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, this time on a slightly softer tone though this unwelcome touch of dominance remained. Pressing his head back against the seat as air escaped his lips, you finally found the strength to step forward and explain yourself. “He’s just a friend from college. He doesn’t stand up next to you.” You promised, the words escaping your lips as if you two had never put an end to your inappropriate relationship in the first place. “I think about you every day. I think of us.” You added, growing hopeful face to how your words appeared to progressively calm him down.

Tom’s head turned towards yours, ocean blue eyes locking with your unique orbs as the empty parking lot made it feel as if the world around you had stopped. The way his chest moved up and down as he breathed led something to rise within your soul- a sensation you hadn’t felt for over a week... ever since he had decided to put an end to your affair. His veiny hand moved up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your cheekbone before he took the initiative to delicately push a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to see this boy again... ever. You’re mine. My property.” He spoke gently though asserted dominance, allowing you to loose yourself in his soothing tone. However, his head was soon to tilt to the left, his upper body moving closer to yours in order to steal a kiss.

You understood the signals and moved forward as well, his hand still on your cheek as your lips collided against one another’s. His jaw roamed air as Tom took the initiative to intensify the kiss, enjoying this moment after he had been craving the taste of your flesh ever since he took the stupid decision that was ending it all between the two of you. Within a matter of weeks, you had managed to make your own stepfather crazy about you and your aura, your body, flaws and qualities. And whilst Tom continued to enjoy the taste of your lips, your nostrils were filled with bliss as they were finally allowed to breath in his cologne again, a smell you had terribly missed. No scent could’ve potentially replaced the infamous perfume that was your stepfather’s and which you had grown used and attached to through your multiple intercourses.

Growing more and more heated, you took the initiative to slide your hand down until his crotch, fingers tightening against the thick material of his suit which allowed you to feel his prominent bulge through his pants. Tom groaned out of satisfaction as you began to massage his flaccid length which had yet to harden through his trousers, hips buckling upwards just so slightly as if his crotch desired to remain stuck to your palm forever- and that through the help of a denser contact. The warmth which emitted from his groin felt delightful under your bare fingers, a sensation which could only make you crave for more. And so did he. Keeping his lips against yours, your stepfather proceeded to slide both his hands down between his thick thighs, digits unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in a rush which finally allowed you to penetrate within his intimacy.

Sliding past the elastic of his briefs, your hand was soon to come in contact with the slightly hardened member which resided down Tom’s pants. This once he moaned, the vibrations penetrating inside of your moist cavity before his tongue slid inside of your mouth. You were soon to hold up a rather satisfying pace, rubbing up and down his shaft and stopping only when you felt the need to offer him some extra pleasure by giving attention to his testicles. The male broke the buccal contact to collide against his seat, eyelids shutting close as you carried on leading his cock towards orgasm. His member had now hardened properly, revealing his true and generous length which had recently been pulled out of his pants. Just like before, Tom found pleasure in thrusting his hips upwards and participating to the intercourse a bit more than he already was.

“That little boy of yours.. is his cock this big?” Your stepdad asked through seethed teeth, having trouble finding his words due to his clenched abdomen and twitching nutsack. “No...” you responded, being slightly out of breath due to the heated kiss you shared earlier. Hearing these satisfying words coming out of your mouth, the older man couldn’t help but raise his shirt in a hurry before white semen began to sprint out of his overly sensitive urethra, his shaft twitching and contracting in order to propel the sperm out of his crotch. You bit down onto your lower lip face to such a delightful sight, hand moving down to his testicles in order to praise them one last time. This move made your stepfather shiver. You two had finally found yourselves, and it wasn’t any time soon that the older man would ever agree to let go of you again.

“And as you can see... I’m not dead”- all jokes but yes, I am alive and giving the people what it wants😭 I’m sorry if it isn’t very good tho🥺 I hope y’all are taking care!

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