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[technon913]

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[iyal09]

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[writingwithcolor]

Is a Jewish Necromancer using soul energy taboo?

WWC Follower Asks:

My character is Ashkenazi Jewish and living in modern America (raised in New York, moved to the Pacific North West). He has magical talent, which presents itself in auto writing (speaking with spirits using himself as a conduit), and necromancy/death magic. I understand the Torah forbids it, and the Talmud acknowledges its existence, and read a previous answer you did regarding it. I intended to add this aspect to my character because prior to writing this magical talent, as the plot unfolded while I wrote, the character was already established as Jewish and I did not wish to erase that from him. His personal arc/story itself has a strong point of residual hauntings and healing from the past, which was how the mediumship came to exist. At this point, I am writing it as he is learning his talent, and he intends to do as little harm to the dead as possible (he will not be reanimating people). In addition, necromancy can also work in this world as a form of animancy (using the soul) to do magic. My character is against taking that energy from others (as is it is common for necromancers to take the energy of the deceased by force), and instead will tap into himself, or utilize it if it is willingly donated by another person. It possible to make this work? Are there any severe taboos involved with the idea of using soul/life energy to fuel magic that I have missed in my research? What’s your personal threshold for this idea?

One very culturally Jewish way to handle it would be if he has to bulk up and eat a lot of nourishing Bubbe ("eat eat!!") style meals when he's gonna talk to the spirits or sheydim or whatever bc he's using his own life essence to fuel the connection like "if i want to do this i need to eat 2 helpings of brisket first".

That leans heavily into emphasizing that he is drawing on his own energy, maybe he has to eat enough food for himself and the dead person too, and not sapping the strength of another (an antisemitic trope)

-Shira

I absolutely LOVE the idea of him eating for the dead person, and I think it’s Jewish by vibes even if not drawing on something specific from text (that I know of). I definitely would be wary of any magic where the other souls are diminished by working with him even if he doesn’t do it intentionally, but it sounds like you’re already on that.

I wonder also if he might take upon himself the responsibility to recite Kaddish for the deceased people he works with, to make up for disturbing them--especially if rather than recite the prayer on his own, he attends a synagogue service or gathers a minyan (prayer quorum of 10 adult Jews) to recite the prayer “Correctly,” since, some very sweet Tumblr lore aside, Kaddish is one of those prayers not traditionally recited without a minyan.

-Meir

[vanyatas]

original asker!! @moldypeaching !! ty for this by the way, deleted the original because it got shadow banned 😭

TICCI TOBY NSFW HCS:

AFAB READER IN MIND!!

1000000% a munch.

Nobody can tell me otherwise.

Just nose deep in pussy and yes. It gets messy.

Service dom!! I think he has switch for sub tendencies because he is very touch deprived.

But god nothing makes him feel better than being between your legs for hours on end.

6 1/2 inches HELLOOOO

His favorite position is definitely GIVING HEAD but he also loves doggy, against the wall, missionary too because he's such a big sap and wants to see your pretty face.

Happy trail.

Whimpers.

Yes i don't care if he's a top he whimpers and tries his best to tell you how good you're doing.

PRAISE.

Pets your hair and food to you that you're doing so well.

As if all of him isn't buried in you and he's going at an unforgiving pace.

Crazy stamina dude.

Cannot feel the 'soreness". He's good to go for rounds on rounds if you need him to.

So gentle however.

Foreplay god.

Soft kisses, caresses, licks all over your body, makes sure every part of you is getting the attention it needs and deserves.

Tying into my starter ones, He needs some sort of stimulation considering he lacks the feelings of pain or a lot of other things

He's not a strung out horny teen but sex definitely helps him get good amounts.

Boob guy 100%.

That's where his face resides pre and post sex.

Doesn't matter nor does he care how big they are or how 'small' they are.

He's just obsessed with them.

Correct me if i'm wrong but I read Clockwork was ace.

Not much experience but he's very enthusiastic about everything the first time.

Nerves are on end and his body is on fire even if he can't feel it.

Definitely prefers to finish on your stomach or your face just because he loves how fucked out you look after, especially coated with him.

Does NOT like to finish until you have.

Overall he gets off from how good you're feeling.

Needs aftercare or he will explode.

HELLO YES I AM CRAZY AND I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!


[kitbunnyroo]

more porta-pussy vlogger <33

starting up the streaming service and getting into a groove, keeping mostly your lower half towards the camera and only ever showing your face with a mask on, but the monsters don't care. they just want to see your sweet human holes get ravaged and fantasize the day they're the featured guest getting to feel your walls all around them instead of whichever lucky sap got to stretch you out for all of them to see. the subscriber count goes up by an unbelievable amount in a ridiculous amount of time, and soon enough, your donations, tips, as well as regular client payments can fund you your very own place. the only right thing to do is reward such darling subscribers.....

when you first announced that you'd be hosting a 24-hour stream with more than one featured guest, the uproar brought even more attention to your stream, even more eyes to watch you get mercilessly used by monsters and enjoy it. you want to be nervous, you do, but when there's a very much pussy drunk werewolf portalled beneath you, delving his tongue depe into you and right against your g-spot, how could you? especially when his padded finger came round to push you over the edge for the fifth time, growling enthusiastically when he feels you shudder and tighten around his tongue, your savoury taste coating his tongue and he's not letting any part of it go to waste. whatever little hope you had to receive a short break period was quickly forgotten as soon as you got the little ping from your phone that someone else had paid to be featured. the familiar gentle whoosh of the portal reopening causing your already overstimulated body to throb in anticipation once an unrecognizable rock hard cock made it's way up, already throbbing, clearly teased for the entire show so far with the way it was just leaking precum. it only took a few teasing thrusts between your slick before they sunk their full length into you. it never amazed you how every sensation felt new, this one a tad more than usual, from the almost canine shape to the alien like ridges along the sides and irregular colour, you could only curl your toes as said ridges dragged against your insides in the most delicious way possible. thanks to your previous encounter with an anonymous werewolf, it didn't take long for another crash of pleasure to practically blind you, the tell tale sound of donations rolling in big time as a gush of fluid sprayed from between your trembling legs. maybe this job wasn't so bad after all....

so, pray tell, how are we eating with this one my lovelies? 🤍 (posting this while it's 5am for me cause who needs sleep am I right)

[pissboy-pi]

So obviously I need a copy of the map for the board, but 15 screenshots of Julia's beautifully rendered map is a bit much, space wise.

So I created this mess!!

(all traced from Julia's beautiful original maps obv)

Edit: added Papa's Pizza and Night Owl Books as suggested by @spectros, although building breaks on the map don't line up super well with what we actually see on the street, so I've split the sticky for now.

Edit 2: added Ruth's Appliances as suggested by @discocandles, as well as Alley Records, 'SAP' and 'FIRE'

relevent screenshots and rambling under cut

minus the snake cause I'm not on PC rip

Also I think I got Brigstoc's location correct, but do tell if you think otherwise.

Cool things I noticed while tracing this out:

The call that the snake is on fire came from Lost Orc, meaning it is probably the head that is on fire, the head is directly over "Cave Square" which is a little concerning if anyone was in there at the time.

Echo eyewear is on Echo Lane but Echo Drugs is not, this suggests they're owned by the same people but E. Eyewear (the smaller of the two) is the original location.

There's a building labeled "The Art League" wonder what they think of Skeet?

Two buildings next to each other belong to "Mountain Goats" and "Woodworms", and while it's most likely these belong to groups dedicated to those creatures, I prefer to think they're music fanatics dedicated to The Mountain Goats and Will Wood, and they have debates over which is better every Tuesday.

The convenience store "Clock Corner" doesn't have a clear sight line to the Clock Tower.

One special interest location is "Steamed Trains" I assume this is a gourmand society, and I wonder how Ogalvy feels about it.

Psychics are considered a service.

How the heck did someone put up the Snake statue with no one noticing?!?! IT'S HUGE!!!!

In E2 the exit from Cave Square Labels itself as to "Clock Tower Alley" which is not labelled on the map, we can probably safely assume this is the original name of Main Street.

With every edit I make to this map I am blown away by the scope of Julia's world building.

[unboundprompts]

Got any romantic world war (1 or 2) prompts? Like ones a medic and treats them when they're wounded and it's love at first sight?

Love you and your prompts btw– x

Medic x Soldier Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"How are you feeling, soldier?" the medic huffed, rummaging through their bag for the bandages. The soldier, laid in bed with their arms crossed behind their head, smirked. "Better now that you're here."

The medic rushed across the barren field, bag slamming against their back as they raced to the fallen soldier. It was a drill gone wrong, some poor sap's stray bullet striking another solider. The medic pushed through the crowd surrounding the soldier, collapsing to their knees next to him. His face was scrunched with pain, sweat coating his dirty face. His eyes fell upon the medic, relief immediately flooding his senses. "Thank god," he groaned. "I've never been so happy to see someone before." The medic's heart skipped a beat, quickly getting to work to treat his wounds.

"You're a life saver," the soldier sighed. The medic felt the corner of their lips tug upwards. "That's what I'm here for."

The medic ripped open his uniform, revealing his chest and the wound that was pouring blood. They pressed a hand against it to stop the blood flow as they quickly rummaged through their bag to get the materials they needed. "You're not going to die today, soldier," the medic told him. "You hear me? You're not going to die. Not on my watch." A single tear fell from the soldier's eye.

"You're too careless," the medic scolded, wrapping the soldier's leg after stitching up his wound. "Am I careless?" the soldier asked, "or do I just want an excuse to see you?" The medic fixed him with a look, jostling his leg just a little so he winced. "You don't need a reason to come see me."

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[luvz13ss]

୨☕୧ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ !!! ⏜ ۫ . ⟡

Character: -Bakugou Katsuki

Parts! - #2, Izuku Midoriya -#3, Shoto Todoroki

# !! ꒰ Independent ꒱ 🥢 🥡

-I think Bakugou’s dorm room would be freezing most of the time to stop himself from sweating excessively. He’d hate the feeling of trying to fall asleep sweaty. -If he showers in the morning he takes hot ones and if he showers at night he takes cold ones. -Bakugou doesn’t want people to know he’s a huge sap. He acts like he doesn’t care about the gifts he receives on birthdays/Christmas, but he keeps them all and makes sure they stay in good shape. -When he was a kid he’d try to sneak TV past his bedtime so he could watch the Adult Swim channel. He managed to get away with it a lot which started up his profanity. -Bakugou cooks dinner a majority of the time in the dormitory since he states ‘no one else is good at it’ or 'it tastes like shit when someone else cooks it.’ He refuses to cook breakfast though. 'Do it yourself.’

꒰ With Others ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮

-Asui and Bakugou are constantly arguing since she’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind and call him out on his attitude. -Bakugou has been good at styling hair ever since his internship with Best Jeanist. He usually helps Yaoyorozu and Kirishima the most with their hairstyles. -Hatsume has unintentionally gotten Bakugou in trouble when one of her inventions explode and a staff member thinks Bakugou used his quirk on campus without permission/supervision.

🕯️୧ ‧₊˚ ꒰ Bakugou x fem!reader꒱ !!

-His love language is definitely acts of service: -He’ll make sure there’s enough coffee left in the morning so he’ll be able to pour you a glass. -He’ll occasionally cook your favorite meal for dinner at the dormitories or secretly work on a cute little bento with little rice ball characters to surprise you with during lunch. -If he remembered how much you wanted a certain snack he’ll make sure to get it the next time Class A needs to get groceries for the dorm. -He’ll subtly hold doors open for you and pull out your chairs if he can. -Since he goes to bed early, he sometimes misses a few of the night texts you send him ( if reader sleeps late ), but he’ll spend the first few minutes of his morning reading all the things you messaged him. -He’ll let you borrow his manga but you have to promise you’ll be sure to return it in pristine condition.

⠀ི ·̩͙ ꒰ঌུ A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this! I’m going to try and make this a series with a majority of the students in Class’s A and B. Also, Have a nice day and lmk what you think !!! X3

-I apologize if the format of this post looks weird onmobile! I am a laptop user!

[apprisia]

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[aeinzzzketchup]

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

them as your parents / family | ot8 , non-famous au , hc - esque format

𝒟 ⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳᶻ.ᶻ.ᶻ : entirely self-indulgent fluffy silliness ,, i am feening for the closeness that this is so i manifested it as a written work via a self-insert perspective because i am actually that down bad ,, can be read as romantic or platonic concerning the guys but it's strictly platonic with reader !!

𝒲 ᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍᶻ.ᶻ.ᶻ : none of the darker sort (but if there is smth triggering pls plss let me know !!) , fluff + crack centric , VERY LONG I REPEAT VERY VERY LONG !!! , the ups and downs and beauty of parenthood , gender inclusive/neutral dynamics , brief mentions of eating & exercise & conflict & parental guidance , some swearing cuz it's me 🫠 , looots of nicknames / pet names !!! , intentional lowercase , messy bc it's self indulgent and i probs got too tired to go back & edit it , cavities probably ... for the fluff y'know?

𝓏.𝓏.𝓏.𝒾𝒹ℯ𝒷𝒶𝓇 : this is purely fictional for the entertainment of fandom consumption only & does not represent any of the members in real life nor their status! don't like? scroll on. unnecessary hate will not be tolerated.

enjoy bambinos ᡣ𐭩

⏦ﾟ♡︎ ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ @itzsana-kiddingmenow 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮❟ 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙣｡ 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 (𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙖) 𝙥𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 !! 💗᪲᪲᪲

찬 | chan

calls you his baby. baby girl, baby boy, baby-baby binky boo (that was one time, in public, and you swore him to secrecy under threat of imminent doom), doesn't matter. it's always ‘his baby' because you're his baby. baby variants , little one , and his little koala bear.

even until you’re old, wrinkly, have a complete life of your own – you’ll always be his precious baby.

you probably inherit his little derp/bubble cat smile.

beefcake pt. 1, he's able to pick you up and swing you around all the way until you're full well into adulthood & he's near to wasting away (/j + aff).

he's so sweet and loves you right down to the microfibre !! there's never any room for miscommunications on how much he treasures you because he tells and shows you every day without fail.

he’s an absolute dork and probably embarrasses you on the daily, which you wouldn’t have it any other way tbh, but in turn he's also a strict parent. a patriarch of his caliber has held down the fort for years and has done a darn good job at it — his word is law, no questions, if's and's or but's.

he expects you to follow his rules & respect what he says. he doles out reasonable punishments and happily rewards in equal measure; he brings a sense of peace and fairness because that's what he always tries to be.

even if judgment seems cloudy in highly emotional moments, and he's not perfect, he always redeems himself.

physical contact , words of affirmation , acts of service ! ❤️‍🩹

gives the bestest hugs like THE bestest hugs we been knewww. 😮‍💨 just one of your dad's hugs and suddenly, life doesn't feel so bad anymore.

he's definitely the dad who puts you on his shoulders/back when you get too tired to walk. sensically, this was a staple when you were a kiddo!! but ... he's keeping up the tradition weeelll past that line. 😐

at the very most he'll never drop you !! even if his own feet slash body slash old-ass ahjussi joints are killing him.

it's cuz he knows he might never get these moments back so like the wise man he is, he's making the most of them (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾ sentimental old sap.

(he's so iconic 😩 tryna parade you around when you're a whole adult and he's in his silver fox/dilf era like slay king 😍😝💯💘✨💅🏼)

"No, it's alright baby! Your old man still has some muscles left in him. 😜" "Daddy, your neck vein is popping out."

─── 合 ───

on nights you can't sleep, you'll find him in one of several places dotted around the house: either sitting at the kitchen island, sprawled on the couch, or in his personal office, typing away at an open laptop in front of him, screen light illuminating his features — and you never hesitate to come to him.

he might tut when he sees you up as ass o'clock (🗣 he's a hypocrite your honor 🗣) but he'll always welcome you as company. he calls you his little koala looking for a midnight adventure or a lullaby :((

you still have fond memories of eating tubs of ice cream with him under the warm lighting of the kitchen island, giggling quietly amongst yourselves as you talk about anything and everything.

p.s : those are some of his favorite memories with you too. ᡣ𐭩

always puts your safety, health and happiness first; he never wants you to be uncomfortable or unhappy with something & if you are, he's doing everything in his power to put it right !

he's definitely the parent you run to when you're struggling with anything.

be it a stuffed lovie whose threaded eye comes loose, a homework problem that just won't solve itself, some kids who might've been loud in their opinions of you being 'weird' for having 'eight dads' ... no matter what your plight may be, you always think of chan and chan is the one who always catches you in his arms when you run to him. 

when you get older, wiser, you'll look back on all the hardships you went through and realize that your dad didn't always have the answers. but he for damn sure always did what you came to him for: he held you through the storm and reassured you that everything would be okay.

to his endless credit he put your struggles to rest to the best of his abilities. if he couldn't omit them completely, he'd shoulder the burden for you.

you never have to worry about anything when you're with him <//3

"Dad has it all taken care of, okay? / Daddy will do it. / Dad's got you, it's okay." are some of his most common sayings & I can imagine it never fails to make you feel safe.

"Come here baby, give us a cuddle . . . Mm, you know appa loves you right? . . . Yeah. To the moon and beyond, my little koala bear."

민호 | minho

the “tough love” parent, but so present and so nurturing and adores you to bits. 

nags and pinches and sucks his teeth at you when you're being stubborn but he's literally where you get it from?? 😭

tbh i feel he'd be kinda proud when you show that fiery side of you; he's raising/raised you to be strong and self-assured. so granted when he sees those little parts — parts of him shining through — it gets caught in his eyes and bunny tooth smile.

doesn’t appreciate sass being directed at him but he will preen like a proud cockatoo if and when you put someone in their place. and he's right there to back you up every time !!

"yes mhm mhm that's right that's my kid."

he's strict, the 'scary one', the un-advocate for teenage dirtbag shenanigans or bratty behavior. he's firm with scoldings and punishments and once his foot is put down it is put down ... and he means well. 🥹

and like most parents, that doesn't mean he always knows what's best for you. despite always wanting and advocating for your success and happiness, he never ever means to hurt you. 

so if you become visibly distraught because of him – whether he scolds you too harshly or his teasing caught you at a bad time – he gets a little shaken and needs to be comforted by his loves. 🥹 channie and hannie are the best at this so it's not unusual to be tended to by your other parents while these two are at minho's side, but also vice versa.

tho once both parties have calmed down and you all come full circle, exchanging apologies and clearing the air? minho? he will do anything to make you feel better.

he's not leaving you alone until you're giving him that sweet smile he adores sm. (im sobbing i love mama minho) which means generous servings of your favorite dishes made fresh with love & bear hugs galore.

calls you his one and only, pudding cup, and aegyo versions / nicknames of your name.

brings you slices of fruit as an act of care but also as an apology when it comes down to it. stereotypical asian mother. (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

100% records everything. and i mean EVERY👏🏼THINGGGG — is the catalyst for why you have stacks up on stacks of baby pictures and videos. ᡣ𐭩

lovesss to cuddle with you and have you sit close by. it's soothing to him to know you're near and in sight. if you guys sit next to each other on the couch he's pulling you into his side / to lay on his lap where he will proceed to give you head scritches. like you a cat or sum 💀 he's a cat dad what can I say.

speaking of cooking lino is alwayssss cooking for you !! it's his love language: cooking (acts of service/gift giving) & quality time. the bestest part is if any of your other parents try to sneak a taste they taste lino's wrath instead.

"THAT'S FOR YNNIE, YOU OGRES. SHOO, GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN. 🤬😤"

(and because lino is actually a huge teddy bear and the whole tough guy thing is just a facade, he spares a taste here and there for his mopey soulmates. but he's rolling his eyes as he does it. he loves them more than words will say).

you guys cuddle with the cats while watching movies — soondoongdori all adopted you too when you came into their lives & they been chillin ever since.

─── 合 ───

also so playful and protective pls. like y'all will be out shopping for groceries or sumn & you'll be minding your own business in its entirety and this mf will just yank you into his side so "you don't stowaway on him", or chase you with cutlery from the kitchen when you're the one being playful.

speaking of protective ... please don't let this man be called into a school office on account of bullying GOD FORBID it be that 💀 NO man is leaving unscathed.

he'll have you tucked protectively into his side, gingerly stroking your shoulder all whilst he's instilling the fear of God into some poor kid's parent(s) (#DESERVED 😤💯💥):

"You come near them again, there'll be hell to pay. Do you understand me? This WILL not happen again." "If I'm contacted on account of my child being mistreated and all of you oafs are sitting on your asses instead of fixing the situation, I pray you have the brain capacity of holding some semblance of the law under your belt, because you'll be needing it."

. . . yeah man he becomes a complete mama bear if anyone else tries to come for you lmfao he won't HESITATE BETCH 🗣 he'll jack someone(s) all the way up for you, no hesitation.

─── 合 ───

he has a hard time saying the words ‘i love you’ sometimes but it's so evident in how he treats you and the way he gazes at you so fondly — the way he cooks you your favorite meals and feeds you and cuddles with you when you're sick and pets your head like a kitten. 

not afraid to throw down for you. does not give a singular frick, disrespectfully. he’s your ride or die fr 🤞🏼 y’all too locked in to lock out. he might be the bad cop parent but he's ALSO the guard dog parent — just say the word and he is SPRINTING to you 💨💨 it's all hands on deck and they all belong to lino.

even when you're capable of defending/standing up for yourself (as you should 💅🏼) you can always count on one lee mf minho to leap across a table with no reservations in defense of your honor.

you’re his child — he can and will uninstall nations for you and you’d do the same for him.

“Y/nnieeee, come eat! I made your favorite~”

창빈 | changbin

your protector, thru and thru.

beefcake pt. 2 he always picks you up, carries you, cradles you, all the way from when you're a baby until well down the line. you'll never be too big for him to hold. 

seo "i'm gonna be SO good at hugging" changbin who is always working out/exercising and teaches you the importance of physical health !! probably uses you as lifting weights too. he revels in your happy little squeals and giggles.

"Babin's so strong, right honey? Your Babin is the strongest in the whole world, right?"

(ʙᴀʙɪɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʟɪʟ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ !! ᴀ ᴍɪx ᴏғ "ʙᴀʙᴀ" ᴀɴᴅ "ʙɪɴ" 😭💕 ɪ'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏsᴛ ʀᴇғᴇʀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs "ʙᴀʙᴀ" ᴀs ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғɪᴛs sᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟʟʟ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅs ᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ɪ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ "ʙᴀʙᴀ." ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴀʙᴀ ᴄᴏᴅᴇᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ sᴍ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ. @ɪᴛᴢsᴀɴᴀ-ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢᴍᴇɴᴏᴡ <- ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ ʙᴀɴᴀɴᴀ ᴘᴜᴅᴅɪɴ' <𝟹)

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in turn, he is also one who makes sure you get all your food groups and necessary physical activity in.

^tho this doesn't apply to those who have anatomical conditions that may restrict their bodily movements!! (🫶🏼 y'all are awesome chilling just the way you are) if you're in a wheelchair or can't stay standing for long bouts of time or anything of the sort, binnie especially loves to carry you around and post you up all nice and comfy wherever you please. but he does that anyway :') your wish is his command 💕

he's got a fuse as short as he is & the stubborn strength of a boulder. he's the dad that will stay at the kitchen table to help you eat your veggies/fruits. he doesn't force you if you have allergies/sensory issues of course, that goes unsaid, but if you're just refusing to be stubborn he is staring you down and using his Dad Voice.

not his binnie voice, not his dwaekki/aegyo ad-libs, but his Dad Voice. once that breaks out, complete with a stern glare and his beefy arms crossed across his boobs chest, i highly suggest you LOCK IN BRO HE AIN'T PLAYING WITH YOU??

ah binnie. he's loud by default but he never shouts at you when you're in trouble. parenthood has changed him for the better (like he wasn't already the best) - he doesn't believe that shouting = correctional discipline in the serious sense, anyway - but his way of disciplining you when you know you do a wrong makes you wanna shrivel up anyways so it's just as effective. <//3

fret not, though. he always reassures you after scoldings and aims to clear up any misunderstandings if you guys do have as such. he never lets you go to bed angry. ❤️‍🩹 and he apologizes if he knows he's in the wrong too !! emotionally mature king.

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if you've got allergies of any kind don't worry ur pretty lil head HE'S IN THERE LIKE SWIMWEAR 🗣 he will spend hours, days, weeks and months and years researching ynnie diet-friendly alternatives to adjust to your needs while still ensuring you're the healthiest you can be !!

and once he finds something he collabs with mama minho to throw down in the kitchen and cook it up all nice and pretty on a silver platter ! 😌

once he tried to do it himself and nearly burned down the kitchen... as well as the backyard veranda trying to put it out. but it's the effort that matters ! his heart's in the right place.

healthy and happy is his self-appointed duty. not just physically but emotionally too — he’s your big ol’ safety blanket.

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when you were little he'd put on a blanket and chase you around with his arms up high and playfully growling like a big ole grizzly bear and when he caught up to you , he'd scoop you up in his arms and blow raspberry kisses all over your face + smother you in snuggles.

you guys have fallen asleep numerous times after such exciting adventures and cuddled up together in fuzzy warmth :((

same as when you woke up crying in the night. if he got to you before your other parents, he'd rush over and gently scoop you up into his arms, shushing and cooing under his breath to hug and cradle you back to sleep <////3 no matter how exhausted he was, no matter if he was in the middle of a fantastic dream — you always come first. with his messy hair + puffy face + voice groggy with sleep and all.

when you're at a stage going through the motions ... we all know how stressful life is and how roughly it can get you down. even the strongest towers crack and fall, he especially knows how stressful it is. he's been there.

his heart shatters if he ever finds you crying alone. so the moment your tired frame and sunken eyes meet his, he's holding his arms out and you're sinking into his embrace and he's holding you like you'll disappear if he lets go. he certainly won't.

the moment you need him you're in his arms and he's holding you like he'll never let go. he's warm, soft, smells nice and both strong and squishy - the best of all worlds.

"Aigooo my little bean bun, what's wrong ? Shhh-shh ... there we go. There there, let it out~ No need to cry, my love. Babin's here, see? ... My sweetheart, I will always be here. 🥺"

those are the best times when you tend to feel safest. in your babin's arms.

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and while he's the biggest baby in existence don't misunderstand he is intimidating ASFFFFFF. i rue the day he spots an inkling of tears in your pretty eyes BUT NOT JUST ANY TEARS ... but non - happy tears that SOMEONE is responsible for putting there.

you thought lino was bad ? oof. lemme tell y'all about my friend seo changbin. 😮‍💨

scares off any and all potential bullies + fake friends + especially any creeps that eye you up a little too closely 🤨. nobody's even thinking of touching you when your babin's near. your own personal guard dog !!

(& it just makes you wanna giggle bc only you and your family knows how much of a goofy softie he really is in private 🤭)

your childhood friends were probably scared of him a little whenever they came over to visit but then he disarms them with his silliness and his sweet smile and dwaekki noises and probably impresses them by using them as lifting weights too and lo & behold you're the coolest kid on the block with one of [and all of] the coolest parents ever 😎 slay.

gift-giving , quality time & physical affection. ❤‍🔥

gives the BESTEST presents 🎁. i'm talking birthdays, holidays, special events. he's definitely that parent who takes his child out on 'dates' in order to show them to never settle for less and what they should expect from a potential partner !! & if u don't swing that way (romantic relationship-wise) it works just as well for what you should look for and expect in the people you'll have for life. found family 2.0. healthy relationships all the wayyyyy.

speaking of which binnie is BIG on reassuring you and building your self-confidence affirmations and compliments and hyping you up !! that's him !! that is he !! (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . !!

you can always count on him to quell and squash any insecurities because he always reassures you on how wonderful you are :(( no sad y'nnies on his watch !! >:(

it's because of him that you can carry yourself with strength and wisdom and confidence. remember him every time you cat walk, every time you cuddle something fuzzy and pink, and every time you hear loud sounds akin to a cruise horn. 😌 (/lh + /playful) ᡣ𐭩

"YOOOOOHH, Yn-ahhh!! Come watch Babin bench press your old man!! I finally got the squat stance down! 😈" "YAH SEO CHANGBIN!!! 😫" (Bang Chan, in fear for his life, because his Binnie really has him ten toes off the ground he has no business being up there why does this happen why).

현진 | hyunjin

soooo so loving and wonderful :(( my dumpling twin :(( he mothers he fathers he wine aunties HE DOES IT ALL

another one who fits into the mama stereotype !! he puts flowers in his hair and offers to put them in yours too, paints out on the veranda bathed in sunlight and morning dew, tends to his little garden with lix and lino and always looks the most serene when he's got you, his precious little flower, in his arms.

his precious little flower. his pocket dancer. his beloved. his masterpiece, his little majesty, his absolute pride & joy.

when you were younger he definitely had you hanging off his hip all the time ... i mean c'mon it suits him; whether he was the perfect picture of a black panther decked out in one of his sleek versace getups complete with shades and a sassy expression,

or resembled the closest thing to a "fairy prince" as one could get with fuzzy sweaters and aprons with floral stitch work and cute sanrio barrettes dotting the wisps of his hair , dumpling smile on full display , it was always complete with a precious baby - his precious baby , held in the cradle of his arm.

especially when he was in his art studio !! he'd even had your own little area set up where you guys would paint side by side :')

tho after one such incident of you snatching up one of his paint brushes from his paint water and putting it in your mouth despite the long since invested in child-friendly non-toxic paints and colors and thereby causing hyunjin to die and live 5 lifetimes in the span of two seconds , he's a lot more careful about where you go in his art studio.

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speaking of fashion , you are hyunjin's little doll :( u both have matching shades & getups no child of his is gone be caught lackin'. he gotchu covered fr 😤🤞🏼

tho we are both well aware that people grow up and develop their personal sense of style. natural part of growing, yes?

but. trustttt & believeeeee that you're getting MAJOR side eye if he catches u tryna go out in public in your 'nobody i know will see me in this' fits. how could someone he helped raise become something that dares to dress themselves in the rags and tatters and like it?? (/lhj)

sometimes you probably do it on purpose to mess w/ him let's be real. his reactions are absolute gold.

despite his affronted gasps and hisses and harrumphs from off to the side while you're rocking it in your baggy hoodies + sweats + size-too-big wrinkly tees , he leaves you be in peace ... for the most part. 🥴

he's got enough fashion for the both of you , as he says. (pls he's so aggravating i cannot) but let it be known HE ONLY REACTS LIKE THAT IF YOU'RE TRYNA GO OUT like that. when y'all are at home , both of y'all are dressed to the nines ! . . . in rags and tatters 😇.

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the emotional parent 🫠 cries every time you reach milestones in your life. i'm talkin' shiny diamond tears brimming his eyes + a hand raised covering his wobbling lips and if he's offered a tissue , he's blowing into it not unlike an elephant's trunk. ilhsm pls

it adds to the ~dramatic flair~ and yea it may be a little embarrassing at times - especially if the drama llama catches the attention of onlookers - but when he's gazing at you in wonder , like you're a gift from the stars & murmuring "i'm so proud of you"s into your ear through his tears , how could you truly feel anything aside from the glow in your chest ?

(we love a man who shows his emotions 🙌🏼💖)

he may be the softest person in existence for you. he may hold you in the gummy nucleus of his heart and cradle it like fine china, he may do all those things !! but just like his soulmates - he doesn't tolerate bad behavior & enforces rules and consequences accordingly.

tho in any case . . . all it takes is one venomous look from him and you're getting your shit gathered , locking tf in. 😭🙏🏼 he don't play that mess. those eyes do more than judge and sparkle , baby. you wanna get testy with him ? he doesn't gotta play the game, he invented it. so yeah. try him. (I suggest you don't).

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when you're lounging in your bed or on the couch or a duvet (because you CAN'T tell me he doesn't have one or multiple dotted throughout the house for him to throw himself on for exquisite 🤌🏼✨ dramatic flair YOU CAN'T) — he makes sure you're close by and, if u're not, he wails out for you like a damsel in distress and it's muscle memory at this point for you to have a moist towelettes on hand because he will be needing it for something.

you're his baby & therefore his accomplice, he needs to have a spectacle every so often or else he'll die. & yes you need to be there!!? don't question your jinni!! (/hj + /aff)

hyunjin trusts you and often asks for your opinion on his paintings or when he's developing a new choreography !! your favorite memories are from when he'd dance for and with you in his studio , the both of you in a world of your own full of bubbly smiles and laughter and warm, warm hugs.

he ofc painted your room , and anytime you want an update he is all over it !! he has an eye for style and is a true artist at heart; give him your request , any to all details and he is a man on a mission to give you your dream room.

he may call you his little muse but honestly, it's hyunjin who slipped on your rose-colored lenses. like him and because of him , you have an eye for the artistic things in life.

the little things like flowers sprouting out of the cracks in the concrete during a casual stroll or the intricacies of architectural history underneath the weariness of time when you spot a worn-down building — you garner the habit of being able to find the beauty in things most people wouldn't.

y'all know that saying '' one taught me patience , one taught me pain , one taught me beauty '' ?

hyune taught you all of them & the swirling coexistence of each element. he taught you just how beautiful it is and how far you can go in life with discovering the bounds (or lack thereof) of your spirit and how , at the end of the day , it really is how you see it.

"No matter where you go, you'll always come back to us, right? . . . Oh honey, I will always be here for you, no matter where you go."

지성 | jisung

perches you on his lap when he's working in his personal studio !! whenever you wanna play with the buttons (he makes sure to lock the keyboard so you can go to town and not risk messing up any progress) or have you sing into the mics and play it back with funny voice modifiers !!

but ofc little you be cookingggg you get your chubby little hands on those spinners & beat makers and ACTUALLY create some sounds that catches ji's attention bc "hollup hollup that sounded like the melody to a worldwide groundbreaking track run it back"

(even tho u were legit just slapping your hands up and down like the happy kid you were. he bows in reverence of your expertise & you're just posted up in the studio chair like. 😃😄 your appa is so silly).

he has so many nicknames for you it's actually a mf joke. literally calls you every endearment under the sun 😭 it's how he channels his affection for you !!

baby, honey, pumpkin, poppet, munchkin, chubby cheeks, joey (the offspring term for quokkas [and other marsupials but i digress]) <//3 I mean there's a new one every other so often but these circulate enough to be dubbed his 'mains.'

he's actually so goofy like SO SO GOOFY he's your personal laughing button !! & there's nothing more that he revels in than your laughter so trust he's always exaggerating whenever he wants to get a reaction out of you.

it was absolute heaven when you were a little one but as you grow into your teens/adulthood & you go through that lovely little period of puberty you like to tease him sometimes and. don't even spare him a glance.

he always always expects you to laugh at his jokes so when he cracks one and whips his head around to look at you cheesin' like "😃😄😃" and is met with dead silence . . . he is so. viscerally anguished. he is confusion. he's clutching his pearls and falling to his knees like the tragedy of a Roman god. "😨😰😫😵⁉"

like he is FIGHTING for his LIFE. YOU'RE SO HARD TO IMPRESS NOW!!! HAVE SOME MERCY ON YOUR APPA!!!! 😭

like he's such a dad who gets so desperate for a reaction from you it's almost pathetic ☠️ he's going through withdrawals. he's frothing at the mouth. he's dang near crawling at your feet while you gaze down at him with the judgy side eye that you undoubtedly inherited from hyunjin.

"You could at least pretend to laugh, Ynnie. 💔 Ever heard of respecting the elderly, FOR THEY are your future?"

"Buy my silence, you rich old goat. If youth is wasted on the young, then I'd say you've nothing to worry about."

"OH?? 😲 OMO 🫨🤬 WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?! RESPECT YOUR FATHER!! 😫😭💔" (he literally started it pls)

he can't stand to see his baby grow up y'all that's all :')

aaaand because he's a professional comedian & moodmaker, that ofc means his elite sense of humor and vitamin effect rubbed off on you. not to say you're not alr a joy, it's just that in other words : nobody is safe when you two are together. especially when you develop that snarky sense of dry/dark humor from irino and use it as collateral damage. he adores you to bits. a #smittendad, if I may.

you're like a mini minho, or a mirror of mama hyune - you can't help being a little sassy towards appa jiji because he plays along so well and mostly ends up just spoiling you because all he sees is a baby version of his two yeobos & it's literally the cutest thing to him.

you may tease your fifth old man but you're arguably the softest w/ him too. he protects you so so much. always making claims of how he'll be around even when you're over 90 years old, nagging lino to cook you seaweed soup or giving you contraband (like cookies, candy, an extra fanta, some cheesecake, etc) when nobody's looking, to be there to rock you on his lap to sleep and sing you self-written lullabies. to be there to hug you to his side and skip next to you on the sidewalks and always jumping over the cracks because "we can't break daddy channie's back, baby! one, two, hoyjaaah!"

coming into your room to wake you up with kisses to your cheeks and whispering softly while cooing at your bedhead & making little jokes here and there to ensure your day would start with a smile.

release me, he's so sweet and so loving and you can just tell you're his whole heart :((

words of affirmation, quality time & physical touch !! 🛸

curated a whole album of songs - exclusively made for you - that he gifted to you on your 18th birthday. he had some of your favorite artists featured on there and nearly every track has some twined auditory memorabilia !! you recognized your child-self giggles mixing with his on the backing track of one specific song and it was such a throwback you teared up a little bit. or a lot. depending on how you feel !! no shame in bawling your eyes out (like jisung).

you're his one and only, his first and foremost. his reason for being. he may be silly and lighthearted but he is a long-lived individual who is entirely capable of the deeper, introspective parts of life. through it all he is undoubtedly a huge emotional support for you. you could never be wrong in his eyes - not to excuse you doing wrong, he knows you're not perfect. nobody is - but you could never be wrong.

to him, you're as close to perfect as it can get.

"Ynnie, my baby-baby. Appa loves you so so much, you know that right? Even if I was an alien from another planet and had a different kid, I'd steal a spaceship to come and find you."

필릭스 | felix

the perfect blend of mama stereotype and father stereotype, but in all seriousness, he's a grandpa. /j

nah fr tho. he's so soft and versatile he's a residential floater when it comes to the parental status !! but he's just as loving and affectionate with you either way so it doesn't rly matter :))

such a cuddle bug. as we've been knowing. if you ever want cuddles or a hug or any kind of physical reassurance, lixie is right there with open arms and a bright smile. he ofc respects your space when you need & want it but he shows his love and affection a majority of the time thru positive physical gestures.

this is so so important to me but I feel in my heart that lix plays an integral part in helping you differentiate positive from negative touch. if u're not one for skinship then that's absolutely fine - it helps, even !! - but it's bc of him that you .. like, you are adept in realizing a good touch from bad touch. there are a lotta fake hoes out there only after one thing, there are wolves who are trying hard at keeping up appearances. i'm just sayin'.

& if people don't get a first hint, well. he didn't pass down the fruition of his 63 medals in taekwondo for nothing.

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when you was a baby he was biiig on the kangaroo care concept! cradling you to his chest, his small hands hardly outshining your own tiny torso :( rubbing soft circles with his thumb and sliding his palm soothingly up and down your soft chonky back. his eyes absolutely sparkle every time he looks at you, brimming with affection, fondness & pride. maybe a bit of wonder.

he'd stand and sway gently in your nursery/bedroom, bathed in gentle sunlight and humming steadily in that low register of his, present and nurturing and so full of adoring love for you. he'd lay with you in your crib - and when you came of age, your bed - and you guys would nap and snuggle the day away without a care in the world. he'd make cute little noises and just do.. tiny little gestures that never failed to put a smile on your face. & in turn that'd make him smile too !!

and when you're older and are just off, doing your own thing around the house, he'll be magnetized to you and just ... come sit/lay/cuddle near you to stroke your head, play with your hair, gently scratch at your arm or back. like he just finds comfort in you and loves you sm :(( sometimes no words are exchanged, just gentle glances and even gentler gestures. all the tenderness that only a loving parent could have for their child.

in terms of scolding, I imagine he's ... not the bestest at it ='] mostly due in part to his tender heart and sensitive nature, he just can't find it in him to scold you too harshly if you're being especially stubborn & when it comes to punishments he leaves it up to the others for the most part but, in all honesty, it does not mean he's incapable of disciplining you at all.

that deep voice sternly calling out your name in reproval and his sharp regard, eyebrow raised and lips set into a firm line, disapproval marring his expression pins you to the spot every time. and. girl.

if you got your softest, fluffiest parent being the one scolding you NO YOU DON'T MATE PLEASE LOCK IN IT ISN'T WORTH IT??? he may be a softie but he ain't no pushover 😮‍💨 watch yourself.

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BAKES FOR YOU !!! we all saw this coming. (*´ω｀*) the sweetest most delicious treats in the entire world !!!!! cookies, brownieeesss, cupcakes, bundts, muffins, sweet bread, whatever your heart desires he's making it all! when you come home from school & he's not already greeting you in the kitchen, there's a small wicker basket - custom made especially for you - that he diligently keeps filled with yummy homemade baked goods for you to enjoy :(

+ & if you're not a big fan of sweets he will absolutely bake you any other yummy treats you'd want to try instead!! umami, savory, salty - he's particularly adept. all you gotta do is ask and he is hightailing it to the kitchen to whip his little chocolate chip whatsoever their heart desires.

nothing can compare to your fifi's baking & that's a hill you (along with many others) are willing to die on. they're almost as sweet as he is =") !!

he is ... so so gentle with you? like, devastatingly so. he's the most open with his affection for you and constantly shows it, primarily via positive physical touch (hugs and cuddles, kisses, massages, playing with your hair or simply rubbing your head if you don't have any/it's too short/u just don't want your hair to be played with 😭) but he shows it in other ways too.

a lot like minho, he displays it through ✨food✨ but also through quality time & verbal reassurances. no matter what he will always have you feeling appreciated & adored, because you really, really are.

used to hold you in his lap while he played video games. and when you outgrew that (if you ever did), he cuddles you between his legs or vice versa. & sometimes y'all game together !!

he had a thing where when you were a toddler, he'd let you hold the remote and lay his hands over yours, guiding your chubby little fingers as you 'played' and cheer you on with the sweetest words of encouragement & celebrate like it's the Superbowl when you'd 'win.'

... and he still does that to this day. undoubtedly, his heart shines with a deep sense of pride when you take the controls & actually do win, but if you're not as an adept player as he, it's a trip down nostalgia lane as he encases your hands in his smaller ones and flits his fingers across the buttons with timeless skill, his chin resting on your head / shoulder & planting soft kisses on your face and hairline with a big ol' smile. ( ◜‿◝ )♡

he just. adores you endlessly. he really loves you and it's unshakeable in its promise.

"C'mon, Babycakes, I baked your favorite! Say 'ahhh . . .'"

승민 | seungmin

he sings to you, always.

bye I'm sorry that's the foremost thing that I say but !! our silver vocalist king !! of course he serenades his child. 🥺

his favorite pastime is to hold you close, whether by his side or in his lap, and sing softly to you.

acts of service & quality time. 🩵

he doesn't shy away from physical touch (see exhibit a), he simply exhibits his love & affection for you in foremost ways above the others !! he's a very clean person so he was - and is - always cleaning up for you. but in the small ways !! he obviously implements the important basic life skills of being cleanly & organized very early on and made a game out of cleaning when you were little.

but as you grow older, I mean. sometimes u just don't have the time for it, and he gets it. so he's gotcha covered.

he'll do your laundry & always keeps your favorite laundry soap scents in full stock (and he always puts a little extra fabric softener in there). if you're okay with it and if it is messy, he'll clean up your room, fix your bed up, organize your things and just ... is really good in crafting a clean, open space for you to breathe. yo shyt could be the cleanest most spic-n-span-est shyt in the world but there's just something about the Seungtouch™ that'll do it every time.

teaches you baseball. I don't make the rules in this gang shit, I just enforce 'em. ┐( ˘_˘)┌

if you can't/don't want to indulge in the more physical aspects of it, he's yappin' allll about the sport to you in layman's terms. when you were little he gaslit himself into thinking you were genuinely interested + invested in what he was saying likeeeee.

you had no chance. he'd cornered you while you were in your high chair. he's sneaky, pulling out handheld erase boards while spending time with you in your playpen to illustrate playoffs and compare historical records between his favorite teams. he's even taken you to several games !!! ⚾

he just wants to share one of his favorite things with his baby, okay? :((

(and if you show genuine interest he's the happiest dada in the world. if you dare to use proper baseball lingo, you absolute dog, he will be cheesing so so hard. his paternal pride is riding at an all-time high. life is peak and it can only get higher).

this mf is so weird y'all will go outside to play on an actual field and he will get on all fours and chase you all the way around the diamond 'til you reach home base. then once you do he'll either a) act like he ain't traumatized you within an inch of your life, straighten up and cheer on your success or b) start growling and chuffing and barking like a REAL 👏🏼 MF 👏🏼 DOG 👏🏼 and keep chasing you.

(he showers you in praise either way so u are, indeed, the real winner here 😼 your second-youngest parent is just an oddball).

the parent that's exquisite in helping you with academics !! I wanna be funny & say he's the parent that scolds you over math questions at the kitchen table and stays with you until you get it correct but, he's too patient for that. seungmo is very smart, we all know this, but I don't think he'd implement that standard childhood homework trauma within you.

he's patient, he's thorough, he doesn't make you feel like a dunce and he encourages you to ask questions. he doesn't think you're dumb and he'll shut down any potential negative self-talk. he's the main one you go to for help with scholastic matters bc every time you do, no matter what subject it covers, the assignments that had seungmin's influence receive notably high marks.

he'd be proud of you no matter what :') high marks, low marks, middleman marks - as long as you tried your best, that's all that matters.

pets your head, smooths his large hand down your back - warm and comforting - and gives you that puppy - esque smile you know so well.

"Y/nnie did good today. Mm? Even just breathing, my little diamond did good today."

(Y'ALL I GOT THE NN DIAMOND FROM THE BASEBALL THING!! IT'S A BASEBALL REFERENCE!!!! BE PROUD OF ME!!! 😭 MY HEART ACHESSSSSS MONGMONGIE CALLING HIS CHILD HIS "DIAMOND" I WILL KEEL MYSELF OVER RIGHT THIS INSTANT)

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but ehehe, JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE HIS BABY DON'T MEAN YOU'RE FREE OR SAFE FROM HIS SAVAGENESS PLEASEEEEE YOU WILL BE CATCHING STRAYS 💀

teased you once by saying they adopted you from some grizzly bears in the forest and you cried snot and ended up running away to the local park close to y'all's house - whether that was because you were distraught or because you ventured off to try and find your so-called fuzzy family or heck. both? that's a story for another day -

and this man was the main one panicking trying to find you. it was truly a sight: the calm, collected, cool as a mf cucumber kim seungmin becoming a feral disheveled mess because his child is GONE—

(you were less than 30 feet away but I honestly get it)

—he was screaming, crying, throwing up, falling against the walls, ripping at his hair - the works. hell, your other parents (who had all been previously scolding him for his advanced teasing on your young impressionable mind) ended up comforting him instead lmaoo

while they were honestly freaking tf out - not just at your disappearance (if they had peeked out a window they would've been able to see your little bobbing head, hear the little cinnamoroll bell keychain on your pack-pack 🤦 men.) but at such a state of seungmin - it just made a dire situation simultaneously chaotically comical & just that more dire.

he fell to his knees and wept when they got you back again and refused to let go of you for nearly an hour straight.

despite after nearly being torn to shredssss with how much he got scolded by your other parents, namely by the entire hyung line, he was more concerned with you and was himself torn between scolding you and coddling you so it was just this chaotic heart wrenching mix of both 💀.

(chan bc he's daddy [/ns], lino bc he's mommy [/ns], binbin bc that's his designated hyung & hyunjin bc "what do you even know?" + he must correct puppy's behavior. idk it just fits).

you didn't sleep with anybody but him that night and he spent the better portion of the rest of that month practically grovelling at your feet in apology. he quite literally was at your beck and call, spoiling you rotten as if u aren't already smh out of pure guilt, he had to be restrained by your other parents lmfaoaoooo.

but it simply served as a segue for him to reiterate how much you really mean to him. no matter how much he may lightheartedly tease you, no matter how many jokes he may make, he adores you so much it aches so please understand Appa and never go away. especially like that, ever again. okay??

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he is not someone you want to be scolded by. I mean I doubt you'd ever want to be scolded by any of them but seungmo is a whole 'nother ballgame. (y'all see what I did there? *wheeze, knee slap, chokes*) just, that's it.

but he's ALSO ... another safe base for when you're mopin'. he is wonderful with his words & very intelligent, he's more than able to craft it in such a way that they touch right down to your heart and head so that his reassurances stick with you for a long while.

and sometimes you don't need nor want words so he will just ... be there. he's your rock pt ii. seungmin may appear demulcent on the outside but he is unyielding in his ways and not easily shaken. that's most in part why you know you can rant to him, scream and holler and cry and heck - maybe even throw some things around.

he'll sit there and let you get it all out, unperturbed, simply watching you with an unreadable - yet not unkind - expression. patiently waiting for the storm to pass and the inevitable drizzle to take over; and when that happens he's pulling you close with your permission, grasping your hand in his, stroking his thumb across your knuckles and murmuring loving soothsaying into your ears.

don't get me wrong, he won't lie to you - dare I say he's the most logic-minded one amongst all your parents - if you're in a pickle involving other parties he's psychoanalyzing their behaviors solely based on what you've told him & letting u know what's good. and if you're in the wrong in any way, he'll (gently) shine a light on it too. but he says it in a way that doesn't really make you feel bad. just an incentive to do better next time =]

if you want advice, he'll give it. if you don't, he won't say anything. he's very good at just ... being there.

a constant presence by your side, as natural and essential as air itself.

"Hand me my guitar, coffee bean. Come and sing with Appa, hm? Appa will sing a beautiful song for his aegi . . . wha-? No, not Yeni. You're my aegi."

정인 | jeongin

a healthy mix between chill parent and helicopter parent, but in all honesty, he's actually your Busan-ian grandmother.

because he knows the frustrations of being babied and coddled , he's a little more willing to give you freedom. but in the sense that he doesn't really straight up baby you and treats you accordingly & respects you as an individual !!

from this, you get a sense of independence when it comes to developing your social skills and introspection - yeni's perspective would allow you to see you outside yourself and present you in a way that you want to. he also reassures you when you're unsure of things and you can def count on him to softly go "aigooo~" when you stumble a bit along the way. but no fretting ! cuz he'll be there to help you up, dust you off, and be there every step of the way. 🥰

you definitely love your granmama appa so so much. he's everything to you and you're everything to him oms. 🤞🏼💕

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tho he doesn't really use them often & just calls you by your name, or like lino, aegyo versions + the esteemed "ynnie" - the endearments he does call you are his cub !! because that's actually what baby foxes are called: cub , kit , pup & dearest are his main endearments for you.

(and "my son/daughter/child" in an operatic trot tone when he wants to be funny. he's a country boy. /derog)

call him old-fashioned, call him old-school, call him old man (THAT is one he will NEVER TOLERATE!!!), yeni has such a comforting and nostalgic vibe. he's stable and wise and mature and he takes care of you very well !!

on sundays he'd wake you up and bring you out to the living room where you guys would turn on the big screen tv to watch cozy dramas and eat fruits. it's your healing time with your youngest appa.

but on the topic of oLd MaN 😪🤢🫢🫨😬 ... for calling him such obscenities (his words. who do you think he is?? chan???) he USED to just tickle you into submission when you were a kid but when you're grown & he's not able to gain the upper hand as easily, he plays the victim and tries to gaslight you into feeling guilty for "assaulting the hand that feeds you."

but he's missing the key detail that he raised you. you are immune to his little tricks and teases. he's created a monster unstoppable force and, day by day, he's becoming less and less of an immovable object.

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(y'all are legit besties stop)

you truly are his lil buddy :(( he's your youngest dad and despite all his maturity and mellowness, he's still got that baby bread boyish charm ✨ lino has an especially hefty collection of you two together when you were a baby/toddler and yeni was always all over you.

smiling and cooing at you while you were perched in your car seat during car rides, burping you after feedings, bouncing you gently up and down in his lap while making cute silly lil noises to hear your bubbly laughter, and ofc, singing his all-famous trot.

gift-giving & words of affirmation. 🎀

tho he's not big on pda or just too much affection in general, he shows his love and affection for you in different ways !! most often in the form of him spoiling you with clothes , food , snacks , fun little items that support your hobbies + interests !! no matter what it may be , he gets you the best version of that very thing. he's very observant of what you like & it's already been proven by evidence that he's among one of the best gift givers in the group !! why wouldn't he shower his child in the spoils of the latest trends and riches? (IM SO JEALOUS PLSS)

^ that doesn't mean he never shows you physical affection : he's particularly big on giving you forehead/temple kisses and always holds your hand when you guys are out in public running errands together.

i feel like y'all develop a bestie-type relationship when you're older !! of course the respect and boundaries that should be there between a father and child are there , but like ... there's not that many in the first place ?? y'all just be chilling fr. best chilling buddy. y'all are on the same wavelength of vibes and because yeni is always down for whateva concerning you, it's always a good time no matter what y'all are doing.

he's not a regular dad. he's a cool dad. /ref 🥂

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he may be easygoing but he's also a bit of a disciplinarian parent. i think that's why it's kinda scary getting scolded by him - he hardly keeps a tight rein on you and trusts you completely. you have a good head on your shoulders & even if you were in trouble, you have 8 men who will literally burn the world for you at your disposal. so you know you messed up bad if yeni gets stern and strict with you. nonetheless , he never wants to hurt or scare you ever - he just wants you to be safe.

y'all know those vids with the caption "when my bestie manager comes out of bestie mode and switches to manager mode" or something along those lines ?? yeah that's basically yeni 🥲

he's mellow most of the time but when he needs to lock in he locks in. parent #3 you definitely don't want being mad at you. it's so awkward and nauseating like 😖 it will definitely have you rethinking and regretting the thing you did in the first place.

but even then communication is key and he's a wise man who knows how to handle his shit & you're literally his kid. he goes in, makes sure the message is clearly delivered & once is all said and done, it's water down the drain.

& you immediately know y'all are good when he comes up to pat your head, smoothing down your scalp to gently squeeze at the back of your nape. it's minor but specific. a gesture that you depend on for peace.

because he's the youngest of your parents, he definitely can get a little overwhelmed and insecure sometimes. about his presence in your life. every little thing he does has the potential to influence you - it's quite literally his job to influence you. to have you grow into a capable, functioning adult navigating a world he, selfishly, wants to protect you from.

he has his moments ofc ofc, but honestly jeongin is such a mature and capable person himself, i feel there isn't much to fear at all. plus he's got seven other beautiful people backing him up so ... it's not like he's alone :'))

is he perfect? no. far from it. all of them are, really. but he has all the incentives: you're his child. and he loves you. and he tries, and makes it work, and puts you first in all aspects. it's enough. more than enough, really.

"Did you know that peeling tangerines for another person is a symbol of love? It requires attention, care, consideration . . . It usually means that whomever you peel a tangerine for, is someone you care for very much. Here, cub, take the big piece . . . Mhmm. Is it yummy? 😊 Eat deliciously, okay? Appa will peel you as many as you want."

𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 © ᴀᴇɪɴᴢᴢᴢᴋᴇᴛᴄʜᴜᴘ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.

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7x10 “Brotherly Love”

He’d lost people before. Some of them dearly loved, more than life itself. But now he’d lost himself.

He walked slowly back toward his house in a numb daze. He hadn’t slept since the news had come, save in the snatches of complete physical exhaustion, slumped in the chair on Mercy Woodcock’s porch, waking disoriented, sticky with sap from the sycamores in her yard and covered with the tiny green caterpillars that swung down from the leaves on invisible strands of silk.“Lord John.” He became aware of an insistent voice, and with it, the realization that whoever was speaking had called his name several times already. He stopped, and turned to find himself facing Captain Richardson. His mind went quite blank. Possibly his face had, too, for Richardson took him by the arm in a most familiar manner and drew him into an ordinary.“Come with me,” Richardson said in a low voice, releasing his arm, but jerking his head toward the stair. Faint stirrings of curiosity and wariness made themselves felt through the haze that wrapped him, but he followed, the sound of his shoes hollow in the wooden stairwell.Richardson closed the door of the room behind him and began speaking before Grey could gather his wits to begin questioning him regarding the very peculiar circumstances William had recounted.

“Mrs. Fraser,” Richardson said without preamble. “How well do you know her?”Grey was so taken aback by this that he answered.“She is the wife—the widow”—he corrected himself, feeling as though he had stuck a pin into a raw wound—“of a good friend.”“A good friend,” Richardson repeated, with no particular emphasis. The man could scarcely look more nondescript, Grey thought, and had a sudden creeping vision of Hubert Bowles. The most dangerous spies were men whom no one would look at twice.“A good friend,” Grey repeated firmly. “His political loyalties are no longer an issue, are they?”“Not if he’s truly dead, no,” Richardson agreed. “You think he is?”“I am quite sure of it. What is it you wish to know, sir? I have business.”Richardson smiled a little at this patently false statement.“I propose to arrest the lady as a spy, Lord John, and wished to be certain that there was no … personal attachment on your part, before I did so.”Grey sat down, rather abruptly, and braced his hands on the table.“I—she—what the devil for?” he demanded.Richardson courteously sat down opposite him.“She has been passing seditious materials to and fro all over Philadelphia for the last three months—possibly longer. And before you ask, yes, I’m sure. One of my men intercepted some of the material; have a look, if you like.” He reached into his coat and withdrew an untidy wad of papers, these looking to have passed through several hands. Grey didn’t think Richardson was practicing upon him, but took his time in deliberate examination. He put down the papers, feeling bloodless.“I heard that the lady had been received at your house, and that she is often at the house where your nephew abides,” Richardson said. His eyes rested on Grey’s face, intent. “But she is not a … friend?”“She is a physician,” Grey said, and had the small satisfaction of seeing Richardson’s brows shoot up. “She has been of—of the greatest service to me and my nephew.” It occurred to him that it was likely better that Richardson did not know how much esteem he might hold for Mrs. Fraser, as if he thought there was a personal interest, he would immediately cease to give Grey information. “That is ended, though,” he added, speaking as casually as possible. “I respect the lady, of course, but there is no attachment, no.” He rose then, in a decided manner, and took his leave, for to ask more questions would compromise the impression of indifference.

He set off toward Walnut Street, no longer numb. He felt once more himself, strong and determined. There was, after all, one more service he might perform for Jamie Fraser.

“YOU MUST MARRY me,” he repeated.

I’d heard him the first time, but it made no more sense upon repetition.

I stuck a finger in one ear and wiggled it, then repeated the process with the other.“You can’t possibly have said what I think you said.”

“Indeed I did,” he said, his normal dry edge returning.

The numbness of shock was beginning to wear off, and something horrible was beginning to crawl out of a small hole in my heart. I couldn’t look at that and took refuge in staring at Lord John.“I know I’m shocked,” I told him, “but I’m sure I’m neither delusional nor hearing things. Why the bloody hell are you saying that, for God’s sake?!” I rose abruptly, wanting to strike him. He saw it and took a smart step back.“You are going to marry me,” he said, a fierce edge in his voice. “Are you aware that you are about to be arrested as a spy?”“I—no.” I sat down again, as abruptly as I’d stood up. “What… why?”“You would know that better than I would,” he said coldly.In fact, I would. I repressed the sudden flutter of panic that threatened to overwhelm me, thinking of the papers I had conveyed secretly from one pair of hands to another in the cover of my basket, feeding the secret network of the Sons of Liberty.“Even if that were true,” I said, struggling to keep my own voice level, “why the bloody hell would I marry you? Let alone why you would want to marry me, which I don’t believe for an instant.”“Believe it,” he advised me briefly. “I will do it because it is the last service I can render Jamie Fraser. I can protect you; as my wife, no one can touch you. And you will do it because…” He cast a bleak glance behind me, raising his chin, and I looked around to see all four of Fergus’s children huddled in the doorway, the girls and Henri-Christian watching me with huge, round eyes. Germain was looking straight at Lord John, fear and defiance plain on his long, handsome face.“Them, too?” I asked, taking a deep breath and turning to meet his gaze. “You can protect them, too?”“Yes.”“I—yes. All right.”

I rested both hands flat on the counter, as though that somehow could keep me from spinning off into space.

“When?”“Now,” he said, and took my elbow. “There is no time to lose.”

93 A SERIES OF SHORT, SHARP SHOCKS ~ An Echo in the Bone

[vodika-vibes]

Sunny Days

Summary: A year after the end of the war, you elect to bring Boss, your boyfriend, on vacation with you to someplace warm and tropical. But you were so worried about him having fun, that you forgot to take care of yourself.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x GN!Reader

Word Count: 825

Warnings: Reader is described as having an obvious sunburn

A/N: A short story today, I have a case of the Mondays, sadly, and don't really want to do anything. But I hope you all like it anyway.

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“Ow, ow, ow—” You wince as you lightly prod the angry looking, and feeling, sunburn on your shoulder. You swear you applied sunblock before you left the hotel room this morning.

You think.

Probably.

You lightly prod the burn again, and grimace.

Maybe you applied sunblock this morning, and then forgot to reapply it? That would explain the lack of blisters, at least.

“I’m back,” The hotel door swings shut, and you turn to peer at Boss as he walks over to you and drops a bag on the bed. “They didn’t have anything at the front desk, so I ran to a store down the street.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He scoffs at your comment and sits on the bed behind you as he digs the bottle of aloe from the bag, “Of course I did. You’re in pain. I just wish I had remembered to pack some bacta—” He trails off as he opens the bottle and squirts some of the gel onto his hand.

“We’re on vacation, you shouldn’t have needed bacta,” You remind him, hissing in pain as he starts applying the gel to your shoulders. Even with his touch so gentle, it still hurts a lot.

“I can’t believe you forgot to apply more sunblock,” Boss mutters, more to himself than to you. “You made sure that I kept applying more sunblock.”

“I forgot,” You’re whining now, and he’s not impressed, judging by the look he shoots you through the mirror hanging on the wall, “Besides, you’re from a planet where it rains all of the time, and generally are fully covered in armor. I had reason to be worried.”

“Cyare—”

You twist on the bed and hold up a single finger, “Skin cancer is no joke, and no one is immune to cancer caused by environmental factors.”

“I’m not done, turn back around.”

You ignore his comment, “Do we need to have the cancer lecture again? We should have the cancer lecture again. Let me get my datapad for the slides—”

“No. We absolutely do not need the cancer lecture again,” Boss gently turns you so that your back is facing him again, “I remember what you said about it.”

“Are you sure? Because I really don’t mind.”

Boss lets out an amused laugh as he continues applying the aloe, “I thought you were here are my cyare, not as an oncologist.”

“I’m being both. Your cyare and an oncologist.”

Boss presses a light kiss to the back of your head, “I love you. You’re so smart. But you’re also the dumbest person I’ve ever met.”

“Hey!”

“You should have reapplied sunblock when you were drowning me in the stupid stuff. I would have been more than happy to rub lotion onto your shoulders.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

He lightly prods your side, “Do you? Then why didn’t you let me.”

“I just…” You trail off and squeak when he prods your side again, “I just wanted to make sure that you had a really good first vacation.”

“Is that why you’ve stuffed our days with various activities?”

“I thought you were having fun.”

“I am having fun. I’d have fun even if we spent the whole vacation locked up in here simply because you’re here.”

“...you’re a sap.”

“I’m in love.” He corrects, “Don’t be mean.”

“I love you too.”

He leans around you and presses a light kiss to your cheek, “I’m glad for it.” You hear the bottle of gel click shut, and then Boss tugs you so you’re sitting on his lap, “How about, tonight, we skip the whale watching or whatever it scheduled for today, and instead we order room service and just spend time together?”

“I don’t have a problem with that. But are you sure you’re okay with missing the boar tour—”

“I really, really just want you here.” His hand settle, lightly, on your hips and the other hand gently caresses your cheek, “It’s been a bit since we’ve been able to be alone together, hasn’t it?”

“Well, between my work and your work and all of your brothers—” You aren’t able to finish your sentence, as his lips press against yours, silencing your words with ease.

“Cyare,” He mumbles against your lips, barely audible even with how close you are to him, “Someday I’m going to make you my riduur.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, and tangle your fingers in his curls, “Not if I make you mine first.” You reply, without putting any space between you and him.

Boss grins, “It’s not a challenge, cyare.”

“Then you should have worded it differently.”

And then you yelp as Boss falls back on the bed, pulling you with him. His arms tight around you, and his gaze locked on your face, and his grin becomes a lot more mischievous. And you know that you’re in for a really, really long night.

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[grlcarcass]

I need current Axl x controversially young girlfriend 🙂‍↕️🙏🏻

(Meeting the parents or something like that)

dirty old man - axl rose fanfic

taglist: @brokenglassb1tch @californiaahunny @tranquilitybasegrunge @slashes-strings @dazecrea

content: smut 18+, LEGAL age gap!

a/n: Hi!! I finally got to finish this! It’s been sitting in my google docs collecting dust T_T I hope this is a good one for you! also sorry i couldnt find like a cutesy little pic of him with a girl for the cover T_T

I hope u all like it <3 first fic back in a long time, it kinda took a bit longer to write!

The suite Axl rented was tucked high in the hills, buried in the kind of LA quiet you could only afford with platinum records. Outside the windows, the skyline glowed soft and gold. Inside, it was dim and still.

Velvet curtains drawn halfway. Lights low. Room service gone cold on the coffee table.

And herself, curled into the corner of his leather couch, oversized tshirt slipping off one shoulder, her legs stretched bare across the cushions, humming some dumb little song under her breath like she didn’t know she was driving him crazy.

She always looked like trouble when she was pretending not to be.

Axl leaned against the far wall, half in shadow, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t saying anything. Just watching. Quiet, like he only got around her.

She felt his stare long before she turned to meet it. “What?” she asked, grinning. “You look like you’re tryin’ to memorize me.”

“I am,” he said, voice low and rough.

He meant it.

She rolled her eyes like it was nothing, but her cheeks pinked just the same. “You’re such a sap when you’re sober.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. Because yeah, maybe he was.

They weren’t supposed to make sense. Not on paper. Not in pictures. Not in tabloids.

He was older. Famous. Loud. Bruised up by the years.

She was still shiny in places he’d dulled. Soft where he’d sharpened. A girl too young for his world, too clever for her own good, and just bratty enough to bite the hand that fed her if it told her to sit still.

And she loved him. Fiercely. Stupidly. In the same way he loved her, like something that hurt a little but felt too good to stop. Painfully dangerous.

Later, when the moon had replaced the skyline and she was lying with her head in his lap, playing with the hem of his shirt while he rubbed lazy circles into her hip, she asked, “Do they still talk about me?”

Axl’s hand stilled for a moment. “Yeah.”

She nodded like she already knew. “And what do they say?”

“That I’m a dirty old man.”

She giggled, not even flinching. “Well,” she said, batting her lashes, “you are.”

Axl cracked a smile, wide and weary. “You’re an asshole, little lady.”

He leaned down and kissed her slow, like it was the only answer worth giving. She smiled all smug like.

The first time he’d kissed her, really kissed her, had been behind the curtains after some industry dinner where she’d worn a slinky black dress and sat on his lap half the night just to piss off the suits.

She hadn’t been trying to start anything. Not really. But Axl had looked at her like she was fire and he’d already decided to burn. The kiss had been stupid.

Hot. Messy. A little dangerous.

Everything since then had felt the same.

Tonight felt quieter.

There was no party. No stage. No cameras. Just the two of them and the hum of the air conditioner and the weight of a day spent apart.

She climbed into his lap like it was her favorite seat in the house which, of course, it was, and kissed him like she was claiming him again.

“You miss me?” she whispered, mouth brushing his.

“All the time.”

“Show me.”

He did.

His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her like she was weightless, carrying her toward the bedroom in silence except for the soft thud of his boots on the carpet.

She didn’t giggle or tease like usual. She just looked at him, all wide eyed, certain, soft.

He laid her down slow. Reverent. Like she might vanish if he blinked.

Axl had always been rough around the edges. Always loud, sharp, bigger than the room. But not with her. With her, he was quiet. Careful. Like she was the only thing he was afraid to break.

He peeled her shirt off with aching patience, knuckles grazing her stomach, breath catching when her breasts spilled into the moonlight.

“God, baby,” he rasped. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

She hooked a finger into the collar of his shirt, pulling him down. “Then die super slow, please.”

He chuckled, low and dangerous, then kissed her again, deeper now. All tongue and heat, his weight pressing her into the mattress, one knee between her thighs, grinding slow enough to make her squirm.

“You’re such a tease,” he muttered against her neck, biting just enough to leave a mark.

His hands roamed with purpose down her sides, under her thighs, spreading her open slow like a gift he’d been too patient to unwrap.

She was already slick, pulsing, gasping when his fingers found her.

“You always get like this for me?” he whispered, fingers slipping through the mess between her legs, eyes locked on her face.

She nodded, slightly biting her lip, breath hitching.

“Say it.”

“I always get like this for you, Axl.”

He groaned, forehead pressing to hers.

“Good,” he whispered, sliding two fingers in, curling them just right. “Because I live for this. For you.”

Axl was on his knees between her thighs, hands gripping her hips like they were the only things keeping him grounded. The sight of her laid out like that, lips parted, chest rising fast, eyes wide with need, was enough to make him dizzy. And she knew it.

He ducked down, pressing open-mouth kisses to her inner thighs, biting gently until she gasped.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured. “Like some cardinal sin I don’t want the world to forgive me for indulging in.”

She let out a soft, shaky laugh. “Then don’t be.”

He licked a slow stripe through her folds and she jolted, one hand flying to his hair. He groaned like it was his favorite sound in the world because maybe it was.

“Oh my god—Axl—”

He flattened his tongue and dragged it up again, circling her clit with maddening patience, then sucking it into his mouth while two fingers pushed deep, curling until she was arching off the bed.

“That’s it,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Cum for me, baby. I need it.”

She moaned, grinding against his face, chasing the high he built with every flick of his tongue. He never looked away from her eyes locked on hers while he ruined her in the softest, filthiest way.

And when she broke, hips bucking, thighs clamping around his head, he held her through it, kissing her like she was holy.

He crawled up her body, mouth shiny with her, cock flushed and hard between them.

“Can I?” he whispered, voice shaking. “Need to be inside you. Been needing it all damn week.”

She nodded, dizzy. “Please.”

Axl groaned and lined himself up, nudging in slow, stretching her open until he bottomed out. He stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, both of them trembling.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so—” he gasped.

He moved slow. Deep. Worshipful. Each thrust dragging a whimper from her throat. His hands never stopped moving—brushing her hair back, gripping her waist, stroking her jaw.

“You were made for me,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Doesn’t matter what they say.”

“I don’t ever give this to guys my age.” she gasped.

“Too much of a damn treasure, tight little cunt.”

He kissed her like he was starving, fucking her with steady, unrelenting heat, like it wasn’t just lust, it was need.

She clung to him, wrapped around him, whispering his name over and over like a prayer. And when she came again, this time with tears in her eyes he followed, burying his face in her neck, groaning as he spilled inside her.

They stayed like that, tangled and shaking, hearts pounding in time.

They lay tangled in the bedsheets, their skin cooling slowly against the high thread count linen. Axl was still buried inside her, softening with each slow breath, his chest rising and falling as he kissed the edge of her jaw.

He didn’t rush to pull away. He never did. Being inside her like that pressed together. No space for shame or secrets, was the only time he felt completely understood.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her face.

She nodded, eyes closed, lips swollen from all the kissing. “More than okay.”

Axl smiled, then shifted to lie beside her, pulling her onto his chest. She went willingly, resting her ear over his heart like it was the only sound that mattered. His fingers found her spine, drawing slow, aimless lines that made her melt deeper into him.

“You ever think about running off?” she asked suddenly, voice barely above a whisper. “Like, just disappearing somewhere? You and me?”

“All the time,” he admitted, his tone sincere.

“Where would we go?”

He thought for a moment. “Somewhere no one gives a fuck about the age gap. Somewhere warm. Where you can wear those little dresses you like, and I can wear whatever the hell I want, and no one stares.”

She smiled. “You just wanna see me in a sundress without cameras around.”

He snorted. “Guilty.”

The next morning, they woke up late. The sunlight streamed in with no apology, spilling across Axl’s bare back and illuminating the lazy sprawl of their limbs.

Her head was buried under his chin. His hand rested on the small of her back like it belonged there.

She was the first to open her eyes. She studied the lines at the corners of his, the faint marks left by time and stage lights and bad nights. She loved every one of them. They made him real.

He stirred beneath her. “You’re starin’.”

She smiled. “I’m memorizing.”

“Copycat,” he rasped, voice still thick with sleep.

She kissed the hollow of his throat. “You made me like this.”

He blinked, then reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. “And I’d do it all over again.”

The gossip was still out there. The headlines, the whispers, the stupid jokes made by people who didn’t know shit about love. But none of it mattered.

Because Axl wasn’t some washed-up frontman clinging to a girl too young to know better.

And she wasn’t some naïve groupie who’d be gone by morning.

They were something else.

Something real.

And no one, not the media, not the fans, not the ticking clock, could take that away.

Later that afternoon, he watched her from across the hotel suite as she danced barefoot to some dumb pop song on the radio, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts. She spun in slow circles, her hair wild, her smile lazy and sweet.

And all he could think was: I’m the luckiest bastard alive. He didn’t say it. He didn’t have to.

Because when she looked over and caught him staring, she winked and mouthed it first:

“Mine.”