#but that is so far off in the future like i still haven't even finished that veronica comic that was intended to be a two parter

[moe-broey]

AH I also had a thought to make a pinned (feels sacrilegious to me and the way that I am LMFAO) but not so much an introduction (that's what the bio is for that's all you get 😤😤😤) (which maybe I could update too actually 🤔) BUT

I'm a very disorganized person in general try as I might to have SOME semblance of organization. But I think it could be useful to list some tags that have specific things in them. Like I do wanna get more serious about comics/storytelling especially, plus I want to start collecting/compiling more Askr refs -- making a masterpost of where to find everything could be useful! Plus might help me figure out consistent tags for it too.

Much to think about......

#i'm just. you're getting all of me and you're getting none of me at the same time. #moe is the only person here who gets sideblog rights. becuase its become its own entity that's its blog now. #i might wanna update the pinned on that one too though actually......... #actually i should do a carrd for moe too. moe gets carrd rights bc it's a silly little guy. with SO much lore in it #LIKE i guess what i'm getting at is i want to make more information readily available/easily accessible #without having to have sideblogs about it bc. i am a normal man who is really normal. about everything regarding the self. #esp in proximity to other people i'm like super well-adjusted about it 👍 #i never want to have a dedicated artblog. the CLOSEST exception i will consider making is when i do my longer comics #that are like. several pages of stories. like maybe a comic masterpost blog that i'd store all that on. #but that is so far off in the future like i still haven't even finished that veronica comic that was intended to be a two parter #but idk even what the second part is aside from vibes LMFAOO #ENOUGH. I AM GOING TO BLEACH MY HAIR

[svndaysaweek]

Niche — {Feat. Hanni}

4.5k words

A/N: Guess who’s back! I’ve returned, from 5 months of hiatus, with a long-waited Hanni fic. This was written when @kaedespicelatte was a total Hanni stan, but idk if he still is doing that… Anyways, please enjoy this spin-off of my Academia series. This time is about a bit about philosophy and love itself. Eternal gratitude to @usedpidemo for editing and polishing this one!

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"Three, two, one!"

With a cute pout, Hanni, sitting across the table opposite to you, blows the gentle fire off all nine birthday candles. She looks so happy as you can read under the dimly lit dark orange dining room. A proud smile stretches wide across your face.

"Can't believe you're already this big, Hanni. This is for you."

You hand Hanni a small wine-red box, and with a surprised smile she brings it in front of her.

"What's this, oppa?"

"Open it,"

With a silent click the box opens, presenting a thin golden necklace with the letter 'H' in cursive hanging. Touched by your gift, Hanni lets out a long, surprised gasp before she looks up again at you, looking adorable.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it! What does this 'H' mean, oppa?"

"It could mean anything, Hanni. Happiness, hope, heart, and of course your name, Hanni."

Hanni stares at the letter on the necklace for a while with deep deliberation in her eyes. You watch her with a twinkle in your own eyes. She then looks back at you with a certain decision already made up.

"I'll just put all of them in this necklace, oppa. Hope, heart, happiness, and my name… They all are priceless when you say them."

You want to squeeze her in your embrace, only to be denied by the table separating you two. Happiness, hope, heart—and her name, Hanni. They all mean the same to you. She has been your happiness since the day you were adopted to her family. Your opaque, cloudy, uncertain future was given hope by her presence in your life. And heart–

"Heart, oppa. Do you know what the ancient Greeks thought of the heart?"

You shake your head.

"No."

Hearing your response, Hanni softly intertwines your hands together with hers. The cold necklace is handed into your palm.

"Can you put this on my neck?"

You rise from your chair and walk around the table to her, doing what she asked. Hanni rises from her seat too, facing your collarbones due to her height. She lets her hands softly rest on your shoulders, which you freely allow.

"They thought the heart of human beings contained their own souls within it."

You finish clasping her necklace around her neck. Looking down at her, she seems very shy and nervous. One of Hanni's hands trails down to the middle of your chest, where your heart is set alight, beating with an increasing rate because of her sudden but sensitive touch.

"I think your heart does. I can feel it."

For a moment, you lose grip on your consciousness and fall into her, but no.

"What are you doing, Hanni?"

You ask her as calmly and kindly as possible, not wanting to offend her even by the least. You feel so warm and so loved, but still, you are embarrassed and a little shy by the sudden touch on your body from Hanni. Nevertheless, she doesn't back up from where you are right now, as if she completely expected this to happen.

"You know, oppa, when somebody loves someone, the person can feel the soul of someone he or she is in love with."

You feel your heart beating faster and faster, as if responding to every word she says—as if her lips contain the spark that makes your heart burn brighter and hotter with each passing second.

Hanni's other hand finds one of yours and brings it to your chest, drumming fast to the point you’re certain your heart will explode. Your face is no different at all, furiously burning in front of her and throbbing to your crazy heartbeat.

"Which means, I love you."

Oh.

By now, you already knew it was coming, but when you hear it spoken from her divine lips you're struck silent—not that you haven't been speechless so far, and that's because you are not ready for it. Your heart is now merely seconds away from bursting out of your chest, beating wildly against Hanni's palm.

"H-Hanni…"

Not listening to your stuttering, she places your hand on her chest and slightly pushes it into her chest.

"Can you feel it too, oppa? My heart—it has been beating for you since the day I met you. My soul has always been yours, oppa."

You look up from your hand on Hanni's chest to her twinkling eyes; hers have never left contact with yours almost all night long.

"I-I can feel it, Hanni… But this is–"

When you say 'but,' Hanni's eyebrows curl into a frown, and it crushes your heart into pieces. She didn't confess her love sincerely only to hear rejection from you.

This setting—where you are in love with your step sister—might sound a little bit wrong, but now, in front of Hanni, even questioning if it's right or wrong is the most wrong thing possible.

Well, even the strict Nietzsche was in love with his sister.

"Hanni."

You, with your warmest tone, call her name with a solid decision in your voice.

"Yes…?"

Hanni, however, murmurs back, tone disappointed, assuming you are trying to reconfirm your rejection. You have to, given the circumstances, but this time, you break the rules set throughout history—from Epicure to Sartre, reason has to precede instinct. But love—it gives the human mind amazing power and growth. And at this moment you wholeheartedly believe that with love fueling your heart, any rules against it can be buried beside all those “reasonable” thinkers, and that you are the one with the spade. It is okay even if it’s just a blind mistake.

Because it sure will be the most beautiful mistake of the human mind.

"I love you too, Hanni."

Your words land directly through her ears, and they travel straight down to her heart, even before her brain processes them. Love—it's the only language in which the souls can communicate. Straight from your heart and into hers, and they both react wildly, unable to ignore their deepest desires.

Surprised, Hanni swiftly looks up at you, eyes gleaming with tears. Her lips part, but not a syllable comes out, before–

"Oppa–"

You don't have to say a word, Hanni.

Your love has already done more than enough.

And right now, you speak to her soul with your lips.

You kiss her parted lips, sealing the gap perfectly. Your hand remains on her chest, you feel her heart beating even faster as if shaking you off. The same is true on your side.

A few seconds of liplock is enough for your soul to express love to hers, but as soon as you pull back from them, Hanni cups your face with her warm hands to fulfill the paused act of pure love. Your hands slowly climb up to her shoulders, to her soft, pulsing neck, and finally to her blushed, warm cheeks.

Who said following the essence of instincts is not humanly? 

Who thought the instant impulses would never create long lasting happiness?

Your love for Hanni and hers toward you defies that right in the face, as you detach from the kiss and peck her palm on your cheek, never losing eye contact with her.

Happiness is reached when one overcomes resistance. Nietzsche was right about it, and he himself did overcome the obstacles and fell in love with his sister to prove that.

Forget about everything tonight. Let the love lead you. It can't hurt deeper than where your love is springing from.

Hanni pulls your hand to her chest again, but this time you feel something different. Her fingers delicately slide down on your shirt, from your chest to where your belly is. Hanni pushes your hand on her chest deeper to make you feel the softness of her breasts, and her other hand on you stops.

"I want you to feel more than my heart tonight, oppa. And I want to feel more than your soul too."

It's a question and a permission at the same time—a question asking for deeper, thicker love, and a permission to develop the love between to the next level, which you can't—and won’t—say no to.

At this point, you feel like you could happily stop loving her if she tells you to, if that makes her happy. But what stops now is your reason and rationality, which have been vulnerable throughout the night.

"Aah–mmmph,"

You softly squeeze her petite breast, inhaling her cute but deep moan right from her mouth, sealing its exit not to let a single strand escape.

Love makes a person grow.

But the only thing growing because of love is the bulge behind your clothes, aching to be unleashed. Hanni sneaks a hand under your shirt to touch your bare abs, chest, and back. Sensing the physical form of love flowing from her warm fingers through your skin, you briefly leave her lips and quickly get rid of your shirt. You see Hanni's glistening lips needily follow your head pulling back and grin at how adorable your little girl is.

Hanni then tries to get out of her own clothes, but you stop her arms from reaching the hem of her sweater and place her arms around your neck. Looking at your eyes with a piercing glare, Hanni crushes her lips on yours again, and you lift her by her legs and head to the bedroom.

Gently setting Hanni down on the mattress, you undress her. Shirt first, then the pants follow. Afterward, you give yourself a few seconds to admire the beautiful sculpture lying in front of you, showing off her bare, fair skin. Brushing your thumb on her midriff, you dive into her neck, then descend to her collarbone, shoulders and upper chest, to let Hanni relax and react to your sexual actions.

Not letting a second go to waste, she responds, arching her back at your most sensitive and stimulating touches before unclasping her own bra. At the sight of her exposed breasts you can’t waste a moment to dive in and softly peck her creamy skin, making her moan lightly. To prepare Hanni for what you’re about to do tonight, you ramp up the stimuli by touching and sucking on her nipples.

"I-I love it, oppa. Do you–haa, love them too…?"

Hanni's arms reach around your back and smoothly wander across your skin. Having showered enough love and lust on her breasts, you pull back from them.

"I do, Hanni."

You fucking love them, but profanities are the least things you want to say to your–

"Fuck…!"

Your fingers are barely touching her soaked panties, yet she lets out a thin moan. Not having seen someone this sensitive, you worry for her, whether she feels uncomfortable or not.

"Are you okay, Hanni?"

You look at Hanni with utmost concern, but she's blushing, covering her own mouth with a loose fist. Instead of answering your question, she confesses to you for the second time tonight.

"Oppa… Th-this is my first time having sex, so go easy on me please,”

“Oh, of course, baby. Just relax, it won’t hurt.”

In contrast to your comforting words, her body remains tense as your tongue makes its way down from her breasts, belly, to her hot crotch. Every squirm she makes indicates the level of her anticipation for how good you will feel between her legs. Her hands softly land on your busy head, relaxing when you pause for a second, your head resting right above her wet spot.

"Hanni, you're wet."

Your teasing words do work. Hanni above your view blushes and bites her bottom lip.

"Oppa, I-I need you to–hnng…!"

You can tell she's loosening up little by little, so you carefully touch her drenched core past the soaked fabric. Slowly going soft and smooth at her most sensitive point, you look up at her face to check if she's fine, only to be met by the newfound pleasure on her disfigured features: the bitten bottom lip, tightly shut eyes, burning cheeks, and mouth covered by the back of her hand.

All of them saying—I'm enjoying this, oppa. I'm loving it. Please–

"Please. Go on."

You give her an assuring smile and dive right in, tongue first. You peck on her wet underwear, immediately sending Hanni's body into overdrive. She squirms, whether intended or not, pushing her crotch into your diligent mouth.

Hanni's mouth, too, is diligent, letting indistinguishable moans free continuously, even at your slightest touches. Your both hands gently massage her slender thighs, while spreading them apart at the same time. Gradually your hands travel closer to the waistband of her underwear, before tugging your fingers under it and sliding it down her smooth legs.

You toss it on the floor, keeping your eyes fixated on her bare crotch and soaked pussy.

You hate it. You never wanted to use such a filthy word on Hanni. But when you actually say it, it's far from dirty—it's beautiful, it's lovely, it's perfect.

Without saying another word you dive in, pouring all your senses on your tongue. You look up again to see how Hanni reacts, and her shaking eyes firmly close when the first divine contact is made.

“Ahh…!"

She yelps—not too loud, but just enough for you to know that she feels so good. Up and down, left to right and then quickly circling around her sweet spot that has been left untouched, virgin–

"I-It's amazing, oppa. You don't know how many times I touched myself imagining this–oh my-oh my god!"

You interrupt her with your middle finger entering her leaking and contracting hole, because you don't want to hear that. Hanni to you has been a pure little girl, the one to be protected from such a sin—not the one moaning words about it, even when you’re committing such a grave act.

Hanni tightly grabs your other hand on her thigh, bringing it on the mattress next to her shaking body which makes Hanni look like she's humping on your mouth and finger. 

Every slight curl of your finger and flick of your tongue confines you deeper inside Hanni's warmth—her hand desperately strengthens its hold, her thighs trap your head in between her legs, and the vulnerable tightness of her pussy firmly hugs your finger.

You can feel your dick furiously bulging behind your pants and boxers, aching to have a piece of her too, but that's not the top priority. In front of you is a squirming, moaning, helpless little girl whose entire body is depending on you.

Suddenly Hanni brings your hand to her perky breast, softly pushing it against her mound. Surprised, you look up and your eyes are met with hers, which, a few moments ago, were filled with love. Now you see the evolved form of love in her eyes—lust. But it's only for a short moment, because her approaching orgasm spreads all over her body, preparing for the inevitable explosion.

It was certainly a short moment, but Hanni's gleaming eyes were more than enough to tell you what she wants—what she needs. You squeeze her breast, upping the ante on your tongue and finger. Noticing your effort, Hanni changes her grip on your hand to intertwine your fingers with hers together.

Every part of her body contracts and quivers, completely engulfed by pleasure; relentless leakage of her juice, shallow breaths, and ecstatic scream seeping out of her bitten lip successfully substitute for "I'm going to cum." Fueled by her lewd sound, you double the pace and soon enough, she comes undone.

"Fuck, oppa!"

You keep your tongue and finger working deep through her orgasm, devouring her pure high with such a dirty slurping sound.

Love can be viewed as just a survival mechanism for human beings to reproduce, but when you feel the essence of it, share the true taste of it, it will be the only way to define each other. Hanni is your love, and you are Hanni's love.

Right now is the complete extent of love between you two, in its purest physical form—the most basic form, and the very destination of it at the same time.

Hanni slowly winds down from her orgasm, still breathing heavily, with the happiest smile etched on her lips. She sits up, then gently caresses your bare shoulder and chest. Her delicate touches squeeze your heart, and your dick is the furthest from easing down.

Grabbing her hand pressed on your chest, you kiss its palm and the back of it imbued with love. Putting that hand behind your neck, Hanni forces your body atop hers, closing whatever distance left that keeps you apart. Her eyes gaze at your lips, and so do you at hers, which smoothly leads to a deep kiss. With one arm supporting your body above her you try to undo your pants. Hanni's both hands slide down your bare upper body to help you dispose of those annoying pants. Right after then she succeeds in helping you pull them down, to make yourself finally naked.

Hearing the sound of your clothes being tossed on the floor, Hanni detaches from the kiss, to take a look at your newly exposed dick. 

"That's… That's bigger than I thought."

Her face blushes even brighter, which you thought was impossible. An unhidden smile curls her lips, concealed by her digging teeth.

How can a person look so innocent and sly at the same time? The cute, shy version of Hanni is long gone, taken away by the sexual tension and the first orgasm done by someone else. On top of that, your exposed body is making it more profound, resulting in Hanni unconsciously taking her hand to your cock.

"I-It's hard and… and warm, oppa."

You can only moan at her sensitive touch on your cock, wildly throbbing and leaking.

"H-Hanni… It's–"

Hanni again interrupts you, but this time with unholy intent.

"Is it because of me, oppa? Is it for me?"

Stop it.

No, don't you stop. You are enjoying this as confused as you are. 

Hanni, once underneath you, flips you onto the bed next to her and prepares to ride you out. There's no sign of innocence on her face now. She stares you down with an anticipatory, excited grin with those piercing eyes shooting straight into yours.

"Hanni, are you sure about this? We can slow down or–"

"I am, oppa. You've done enough for me tonight. For my whole life, too. Why don't you let me show you how big I've grown up?"

This is it. This is what she has been wanting to show you—to show you that she's not just a little girl anymore, that she has grown big enough to love you.

That you don't have to feel guilty at all for loving her back.

Again, love makes people grow.

Now you see the difference. She is independent, confident, lady-like and mature. Every attribute you're obsessed with is on full display. 

She’s blossoming right before your eyes.

"Hanni–"

You try to sit up and kiss her, but the Hanni atop you is no longer passive and shy about receiving kisses from you. She can express how she feels, and she can lead the way herself.

"I love you, oppa."

Hanni pushes you back down on the mattress, then crushes her lips on yours. You can’t help but reciprocate with your tongue, while your arms hastily wander on the silky skin of her back and descend to the bottom.

"Why don't you put it in? I'm soaking wet for you.”

Those words don't sound sinfully wrong anymore, but still they send novel sensations down your spine.

You rub your hard dick on her wetness to prepare for the penetration. As if emphasizing that this is her first, Hanni, just at the briefest touch on her sensitive entrance, moans vulnerably and hugs your neck tightly.

"You've grown up, Hanni. That's true."

Still dangling from the edge, Hanni manages to reply, but it's merely an orgasmic shout.

"Yes, opp–Ahh, nnngh!"

As you push the head of your cock in, Hanni screams loudly as if she wants the whole universe to know how much she loves it, but the flooding pleasure of the first sex proves to be so overwhelming, so her nails dig into your back skin, and her teeth also make their mark on your shoulder, as if to inject her suppressed erotic moans into your pulsing veins.

"But you're still my little girl, baby."

Hanni quickly nods at your declaration, pleading for more. You don't want to hurt her, so you keep it slow, trying your best to make the experience comfortable for Hanni.

Yes, she has already proven herself right, and you can accept that, but you just can't go wild on such a weak girl. So weak and soft that if you make even a slightly deep, hard thrust, she'd break.

Slowly, slowly. You're halfway inside Hanni and she seems to have adjusted a bit. It's agonizing for you that you only have to explore her inside like this.

Just then, without warning Hanni sinks down swiftly, forcing sharp gasps from your lungs out of unexpected sensation.

"F-Fuck, Hanni that's…!"

"Nnngh…!"

You are now fully inside her, completely hugged tightly by her violently contracting walls. Hanni's entire body also is wildly reacting to her pussy being filled up to the hilt.

"Are you okay, Hanni?"

"Haa, haa, th-that's deep, oppa…"

You tilt your head a little and whisper in her ear.

"I'm going to move, okay? Tell me when it hurts, baby. I'll stop."

"I'm-I'm okay, oppa. I love it."

Her words hit your shoulder with her hot breaths and are shattered at the edge.

You carefully pull back from her pussy, leaving only half of your cock inside. With your both hands firm on her cheeks below, you gently slip back in and press contact with her sensitive cervix again.

"I-I can't wait, oppa, just fuck me. I'm alright, so don't worry about me and make love to me."

Hearing that, you flip your bodies over and put your hands at each side next to her head. Hanni never lets go of her embrace, looking at you nervously and excitedly. You swipe her glistening lips with your thumb before meeting them with yours, tongue first.

As soon as your lips make holy contact, you start pistoning in her cunt, forcing moans out of her mouth and straight into yours. With one hand supporting your body, your other hand trails down her body. You stay at her taut nipple and perfect mound for a while, playing with it before continuing your journey downward.

To her side, her belly, tummy, and lastly arriving at her hot crotch. Your thumb again draws a loud moan out of her when it touches her clit. Pleasure from her clit triples the pleasure of your consistent thrusts in and out of her pussy.

"I-I think I'm close, oppa."

It only means that you have to ramp up the pace, so you do. Sensing the increased tempo, Hanni bites your lower lip, desperate to find an outlet for the tension from the unbearable pleasure coursing through her body.

"You're going to make me cum, oppa. Please make me cum, make me cum hard on you, please…!"

Still biting on your lip she begs, and with passionate love you make your thrusts even harder to fulfill her desire. Hanni's walls convulse, and every deep thrust makes her back rise bit by bit, until her belly meets yours.

"Mmmph! Oppa–Ahh…!"

When Hanni peaks you don't stop, fucking her through her orgasm. With every thrust you make sure Hanni's cumming hard. You make sure she's feeling good and loving every single second.

"I l-love it, oppa! Just like that…!"

There's no slowing down, when your own high is right ahead of you, a stone’s throw away. There's never coming down for Hanni when your fucking only gets harder.

"Hanni, baby, I'm close."

With an orgasmic frown on her brows contradicting her satisfied smile on her lips, she says, "Oppa, it's your turn to feel good. Let me make you cum, so don't you dare slow down."

"Where do you want me to finish, Hanni?"

"I-Inside, oppa. I'm on pills. Give me all your love."

You can't believe this is her first time, but you can certainly believe in love, turning your thrusts that are after your orgasm into motions of love. Hanni looks at you, while you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. Still, you manage to meet her halfway, even at the very moment when you are–

"I'm cumming…!"

Looking right into her eyes, you let the pleasure overpower you. Stuck deep inside her pussy, you release your cum. Your neck gives in, and your foreheads kiss.

"Yes, inside me… I've been wanting this so much…"

This is one of the highest highs you've ever felt, and it never lets you go soon. You really want to say 'I love you’ to Hanni, but the aftershock of sex leaves you devoid of strength, you can't do anything but breathe heavily on her face.

"I loved it, oppa. Thank you for being my first. I love you."

You give her a peck.

"I love you so much, Hanni. I'm so happy that you're here for me. I'm so happy that you're the one that loves me."

Strength regained, you reply. Then you give her another quick peck.

With lust washed away, there's only love left in her eyes. Hanni’s smile never leaves her face, even when you pull out and lie beside her.

"Hanni," Out of curiosity you ask her. "How are you on pills…? Oh, is that–"

Hanni giggles.

"Yes, oppa. I've been planning this for weeks. Thank god you liked it!"

"I loved it, Hanni."

You put your lazy hand on her midriff, and her hand rests atop your hand on her glistening belly.

"You're sweaty, baby. Let's wash ourselves."

You carry her to the bathroom, and Hanni lets out a cute, excited yelp as you lift her up.

******

After the shower, you two are lying on the bed, facing each other and looking at each other, without any words.

"Oppa."

"Mhmm?"

You raise your brows.

"I really really love you."

You giggle at how adorable your little girl is, like always. But the adorableness you sense now resonates even deeper in your heart, and the reason is for all the universe to know—with the big difference you two have made tonight, you won’t view Hanni Pham in a way like never before. But that’s nothing to lament on, of course, rather a perfect example of happiness and love.

"Love you too."

Whether straight through a shortcut or some other way around, Hanni, once your step sister, and now, your lover, has found the perfect place to be. Where she belongs.

Hanni has found herself the niche.

She comes into your arms, buries her face on your chest.

Yes. In your arms, she's perfect here, inside your warm, loving embrace.

"Good night, oppa."

She muffles her words on your shirt. You kiss her head and muffle back sweetly.

"Happy birthday, Hanni."

#kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #hanni smut #newjeans smut

[vexis-world]

“You can't seriously be that dumb..!”

💗 Clarisse la rue x daughter of Apollo!reader one-shot 💗

Authors note: hi reader!! This is my first fan-fiction post so I'd love any constructive criticism to help improve my writing for the future! This is not beta read so it's far from perfect - but I hope you will still enjoy it nonetheless :)) Ty for reading! 🫶

Short summary: Clarisse has some doubts about your "relationship" and seeks you out to speak about her worries.

Word count: 940ish words!

Clarisse’s mind was swarming with thoughts; it always does when she trains alone. She thinks best in the training arena, it's in her blood after all. You and her had been in a relationship for almost 3 months now and hadn't kissed yet. Which isn't a big deal! Clarisse doesn't mind, at least that's what she tells herself. But this is her first relationship, and she doesn't have anyone to unload this onto. To ask advice without having to reveal too much about herself, and her most private fears. She knew that you wanted to take things slow. Although it was not confirmed by words, Clarisse could (in her opinion) read her ‘girlfriend’ well. However when was slow, too slow? Were you having mixed feelings all of a sudden? And if so why had this not been brought up? Clarisse believed that you two were close, as ones in a romantic partnership should be; but perhaps not as close as she had originally thought.

Clarisse took large and fast steps, speed walking over to you. People moved out of her way, they could tell it was urgent and that they shouldn't mess with Clarisse at this moment. Or any moment for that matter.

“Hey Clarisse!” you spoke enthusiastically, finishing up a patient in the infirmary. “Pretty girl, explain something to me.” Clarisse's words make you blush, faintly; you had mainly gotten used to her flirty remarks these past few weeks, but she always manages to catch you off guard, every once in a while. “Ok.. what's up?” you asked, in a nervous tone. You could clearly see the distressed look on the girls face. “It's sort of private, can we speak in the back?” this added to your nerves, clarisse was usually never this off. “Of course, is everything okay?” but before you could finish your sentence, clarisse had already walked over to the back of the infirmary and into the supply area.

The supply closet was cramped with the both of you in there. Clarisse had to push up against you with an arm over your head for you two to fit somewhat comfortably. “Clarisse, is everything okay?” you asked again, this time hoping you would get a straight forward reply. “Do you.. Have you um..” clarisse stuttered avoiding your concerned gaze. “Have you lost feelings for me or something?” she finally mutters. You spent a minute gathering up your words, to find a way to reply. You bit your lip with furrowed brows, before the words fully processed and then said. “What..?” Clarisse had a strange expression on her face. “It's been three months and we haven't kissed or held hands in public. We don't go on proper dates. I feel like you don’t like me” she says quickly with an eye-roll included. “Clarisse, what are you on about..? Why would we kiss?” you asked hesitantly. “Why wouldn't you? Were in a relationship, isn't that kinda the norm?” This left you frozen. You were shocked, obviously but also majorly embarrassed. Had you been in a relationship without even knowing it? And to your crush no less. Fuck. “.. relationship?” you said nauseously, with butterflies in your stomach. “Clarisse, is this some sort of sick joke..?” you added, with shallow breaths. The room was getting stuffy and suffocating. “What do you mean sick joke? Have I ever lied to you? Are my feelings a joke to you? Is that it? Forget it. If I make you this fucking sick then good thing you're in the infirmary. I'm leaving, let's not talk for a while, 'kay?” she pushes past you. since you two were practically melted into one another, you could feel how she'd gotten warmer and how her heart rate had gone up significantly. You try to go after her but just as you do, your brother, Will asks you to tend to another patient that had just come in. He calls over his shoulder. “trouble in paradise? Gonna have to wait, I'm afraid - I need some help over here!” leaving you even more puzzled.

An hour or two goes by since you spoke with clarisse, and she’s consumed your thoughts entirely. You decided to speak to her at dinner and try to resolve whatever happened earlier.

“Clarisse, can we talk? Again..” you whispered, almost begging. “Kinda busy. We’ll talk later.” clarisse brushes you off to finish scraping her offerings into the fire. “Please clarisse. I need to speak to you. Just for a second.” you plead. “Two minutes. Two, that's it.” clarisse says, her eyes finally looking up from fire to the now very interesting sky. “Thank you.” You sigh and lead her away to a more secluded area as she had done with you. “I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And they're not a joke to me. I'm just confused. What did you mean by relationship?” Clarisse replies by saying “what do you mean, what do i mean? We're dating, aren't we?” you take a pause, dumbfounded for the second time today. “Since when? Don't take this the wrong way but.. I don't remember you asking me to be your.. Um.. girlfriend.” your voice is wobbly and uncertain, you try your best to make your words seem kinder, as to not offend clarisse again. “Well, I guess I never asked but.. Oh.” Clarisse's words end as she parts her lips. She's realised her error. And so had you. You let out a breathy chuckle and say “maybe this time you should actually ask me.'' Clarisse looks at you with much more confidence now, her infamous sly grin back on her perfect face. “Maybe that would be best, sweet girl.”

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[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Ngl, I'm a slut for hybrid AUs (it's probably the weeb in me). So, if you see more in the future, don't be surprised lol. This idea came to me out of nowhere but, I felt compelled to write about it because there's no such thing as too much Bunny! Jeonghan fanfic (I don't even know if Bunny! Jeonghan fanfic is out there). Apparently I can only write about Jeonghan when it's in relation to bunnies. Enjoy.

Heads up: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem! Reader, hybrid AU, slight crack honestly because hybrid AUs, friends/roommates to lovers, Jeonghan is a bunny hybrid, Reader is just a regular degular human, Jeonghan is in heat so potentially grey area when it comes to consent incase that makes you uncomfortable, oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv sex, unrealistic sex (Jeonghan still being hard after cumming), creampies and this ended up being pretty long so fair warning.

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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When Vernon first introduced you to Jeonghan, you were a little taken aback. You had only met a handful of hybrids in your lifetime and, they all tended to either be cat or dog hybrids. You'd never met a bunny hybrid before. The way his black, floppy ears moved and twitched when he spoke was endlessly distracting. His fluffy tail was even moreso. It didn't help that ontop of all of that, that he was an extremely charismatic man with perhaps the cutest smile you'd ever seen.

You were in trouble.

However, you needed a roommate to help you with rent and Jeonghan was the perfect option. Luckily, he was looking for a place to live too and it was all history from there. You'd never lived with a hybrid before but, outside of the occasional unfamiliar habits here and there, Jeonghan had proven himself to be both an amazing roommate and a great friend over the past year. Which didn't exactly help your budding feelings for him. It was really only a matter of time before you developed romantic feelings for your roommate. He was kind, smart, funny, endearingly mischievous but he knew how to walk a fine line and never go too far, considerate and not to mention unfairly good-looking. To name a few reasons off the top of your head.

"Fuck," you hear Jeonghan curse from the living room, partially distracting you from the sandwich you were making for lunch. "What's wrong?" You ask, trying to split your attention as best you can between listening to him and finishing your food. "I forgot to get my stupid heat suppressants. I've been so occupied with work this week and meeting deadlines that I completely forgot to head to the pharmacy. Ugh," he responds, sounding equal parts annoyed and frustrated.

You pause from making your sandwich.

Heats are something you've heard about vaguely and understand in concept but, you haven't touched that subject with Jeonghan, or any other hybrids really. You just knew most hybrids took suppressants so they could function normally because heats can become all consuming very quickly. However, sex in general is something you avoid bringing up when it comes to Jeonghan. Least your mind wonder about what he looks like completely naked, what he feels like, the sounds he makes...

"You okay?" His question startles you out of your thoughts. You're wondering when he managed to make his way into the kitchen but, then again you weren't exactly being the most aware. "Mhm, just thinking. So, what do you plan to do?" You ask him, trying to change the topic as quickly as possible. Jeonghan really doesn't need to know about your previous thoughts of him.

"I'm going to try my best to get my hands on a few tomorrow morning because my heat is closer than I realised. I don't want to risk it," he says, running his fingers through his hair in agitation. You try not to coo at seeing his ears flop in annoyance. Grabbing a plate to place your now complete sandwich onto, you shoot him a reassuring smile. "I'm sure it'll all work out, Hannie."

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Between work for Jeonghan and university for you, the two of you haven't had much time to spend together these past few days. It's a little embarrassing just how much you miss him. Vernon teasing you about it every chance he gets, sometimes with Chan chiming in. You shouldn't have told those two losers anything. They're so annoying. Regardless, you've decided to just stay home this weekend and melt into your couch while catching up on some anime and TV shows. University leaving you feeling like a shell of a human being.

It's in this state that Jeonghan finds you when he finally gets home. You're a little surprised because he's home earlier than usual but, it's a pleasant surprise nonetheless. "Hey," you greet him from your spot on the couch, comfortably cuddling one of the cushions. "Hi," he says back but, he sounds...off. Dazed or distracted maybe? You're slightly more concerned when he enters the living room and you actually see him.

His ears are laying flat against his head, his eyes slightly glassy and his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. You get up quickly, now worried. "Hey Hannie, are you okay?" You ask, tentatively reaching out to him. "Y-Yeah. It's just- I- it's my heat. I think I took the suppressants too late for them to work," he says, squirming a little where he stands.

Oh.

Well, this is definitely a problem.

"Oh um well, what can I do to help? How do you usually get through them without the suppressants?" You ask, trying to remain as neutral and helpful as possible. Jeonghan glances at your hand that's come to rest on his bicep before meeting your eyes with his glassy ones. Now you're struggling to not to squirm under his intense gaze. He looks like he wants to devour you. He seems to remember himself though and finally responds, "I haven't had a heat in years. It was pretty...intense last time which is why I eventually decided to go on the suppressants. My choices are either to sweat it out or fuck it out."

What even is your life?

"Oh uh okay. Well, I could help you get to bed and you could sweat it out there? I'll be in my room if you need me for anything," you suggest, willing yourself to ignore the heat radiating from him and the way he's looking at you right now.

"You won't come to bed with me?" This man even has the audacity to pout! While you and Jeonghan are no strangers to the occasional hug and cuddle, cuddling him in this state just feels like a disaster waiting to happen.

"No, Hannie but, you can call when you need something, okay?" You reassure him. You're completely thrown off when he pulls you into a rather intimate hug, his nose pressed against your neck.

"Jeongha-"

"You smell so good. You always smell so good. Feel good too," he mutters against your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

Frankly, you're reeling from all of this. Slowly you begin to untangle him from your body. "Let's get you to bed," you say with an air of finality, taking his larger hand in yours and pulling him to his room. Trying your best to completely ignore the ghost of his mouth so close to your neck and, his whines of protest as you drag him along.

This was going to be a long few days.

"I'm still in my work clothes," he says with a pout on his face when you finally sit him down on his bed. "It's so hot," he complains, already unbuttoning his dress shirt and shrugging it off.

Drawing on ever ounce of your self-control you make sure to look away, trying to give him some privacy and respect. You feel your heart pound in your ears when you hear the sound of him undoing his belt buckle next. "Hannie, what're you doing?" You ask, hoping he doesn't notice the shakiness in your voice.

"I feel hot," is all the response you get.

Eventually he seems to still.

"Is-is it okay if I turn around?" You ask him cautiously, wringing your hands together infront of yourself nervously.

He hums affirmative and, you take a moment to steel your nerves before turning to eventually face him.

You've only seen Jeonghan this undressed a handful of times. You could probably actually count the number of times on one hand. He tended to be rather modest and, having him infront of you in nothing but, his boxers was quickly overwhelming you.

It was all the more made worse by the blatant want creeping its way onto his face.

"Do you just want to stay in your b-boxers?" You ask, feeling warmth crawling its way up your face from embarrassment and completely unasked for arousal.

Jeonghan takes a second to respond to you, his eyes looking up and down your frame languidly. Licking his lips he says, "Yeah. I just feel really warm."

"Okay, well just let me know if you need anything," you say hurriedly, turning to reach for his door's handle. You're startled to feel his hand grab your opposite wrist. He wasn't joking. His hand feels like a furnace right now.

"Wait," he says, voice pitched significantly lower than a few moments ago.

You turn to face him and the air stills in your chest. If you thought he looked like he wanted to devour you earlier, the look on his face now was somehow more intense. Even in all your oblivion and denial, you'd be stupid to think his eyes showed anything but, barely constrained desire.

"Hannie what-"

"I want you. Please. It starting to hurt," he all but, groans. Your heart rate ticks up at his words. He completely shocks you yet again.

"Jeonghan, this is your heat talking. You don't want me," you try to reason with him, ignoring the sting you feel from your own words.

"That's not true. I've wanted you for months now. God, how could I not? Especially when you walk around in tiny shirts like the ones you're wearing now or, flimsy shirts that I can see your nipples through. I can smell you, you know? When you're wet, when you cum. It takes everything in me not to just barge into your room and offer my mouth or my fingers or my cock to help get you off."

Yoon Jeonghan sure has a knack for leaving you speechless. Especially when he's in his heat, it seems. All you can do is stare back at him wide-eyed, mouth agape probably looking like a fool.

"If you don't want me, that's okay. I'd never force you to do anything you don't want to but, you don't get to tell me how I feel."

He let's go of your wrist and, you feel rooted to the floor of his room. Completely unable to move.

"Jeonghan, I- I didn't know," is all you can manage to utter out and, the self-deprecating smile he gives you breaks your heart.

"How could you have? I never told you. Now I'm slowly losing my self control and, I finally find the courage to tell you how I feel. Very smart," his laugh is completely devoid of humour and without much thought, you kiss him.

Jeonghan has gone completely still against you. The kiss is brief and a little clumsy but, you hope it gets your point across.

"I want you too. I have for a really long time. Longer than I care to admit, honestly," you say once you've pulled away, cupping his handsome face in your hands.

Before you can blink, Jeonghan's mouth is on yours once again but, he doesn't hold back as much as you did. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you towards him, eagerly kissing you and already trying to lick into your mouth.

Your insides throb painfully when you feel is cock press into you, hot and heavy through the very thin materials of his boxers and your night shirt.

A gasp flies from your lips, hungrily swallowed by Jeonghan, when he begins to rut into you. One of his hands grabbing a generous handful of your ass as he helps you move against him. Your panties are starting to stick to you now, being swept up in all that is Jeonghan and the sensations he provides to your touch starved body.

His lips kiss the corner of your mouth before moving to dot kisses against your jaw until his mouth eventually reaches your neck. Your hands move to grab his biceps, fingernails slightly biting into the skin there as he makes quick work of your neck. Kissing, nibbling and sucking to his heart's content. You're sure you'll likely have bruises decorating your neck tomorrow. Abruptly he stiffens and you're worried that something is wrong. However, before you can ask him what's going on, he's dragging you onto his bed. Gently pushing you onto your back, feral eyes taking you in.

"I can smell you. You smell divine," is all he says as an explanation before pulling into another heated kiss, situating himself between your thighs.

You don't really have time to dwell on the knowledge that he can smell your arousal because his cock is thoroughly distracting you. It feels hotter than before, brushing your clit a few times as Jeonghan moves against you once again.

You're just glad the walls of your apartment are decent because the way you and Jeonghan are moaning against each other is bordering on obscene.

One of his hands begins to tug your oversized shirt up impatiently. Mildly concerned that he may rip it in his impatience, you help him tug it off and toss it onto the floor. Jeonghan's lips are around one of your hardened nipples before you can fully comprehend what's happening. His hand massaging the unoccupied breast.

Your back arches instantaneously from his ministrations, nails leaving faint pink marks in their wake on his biceps. "Hannie," you cry out, pressing your hips up to get some sort of relief for the painful, incessant throbbing between your thighs. His answering groan against your skin on serving to overwhelm you further. You're pretty sure your panties are completely ruined now.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Just wanna bury my face in your tits for hours or, fuck them until you're covered in my cum," he says after removing your nipple from his mouth with an obnoxious pop. You wonder if his mouth is always this filthy or this is just the heat talking. Either way, you're not exactly complaining.

"You can do whatever you want with me Hannie but, later. I need you. Please," you whine out, hips grinding up into his to emphasise your point.

"Anything. Anything for you, baby," he moans, moving to pull off your panties and shorts. Leaving you completely bare under his gaze. Not giving you the time or opportunity to feel self-conscious, he kisses his way down your stomach. Eyes watching ever minute change in your face and, ears listening for all your little noises of pleasure.

When Jeonghan first licks at your soaking slit, it's difficult to tell who moaned louder. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head and, his determined to still watch you although he finds himself dangerously close to shutting them to fully immerse himself in the pleasure of eating you out. His tongue finds your swollen clit easily, pressing brief kisses against it alongside some kitten licks. Gauging what you respond to better. Jeonghan finds his rhythm eventually, lips and chin becoming coated generously with your juices. He does have to use of his hands to keep you in place, you're squirming and arching so prettily for him but, it makes it more of a challenge to feast on you like you deserve.

One of your hands flies to his head, careful to avoid pulling on his ears, when he pushes two of his long fingers inside of you. Curling them deliciously and hitting just the right spot inside of that has you crying out and pulling on his hair.

Jeonghan is so hard he can barely think straight, his boxers soaked now in his pre-cum. He grinds his hips against his bed, searching for some kind relief. He's determined to prepare you properly to take his cock, even though his more animalistic urges whisper for him to sink into you right now and leave you thoroughly filled with his cum. Banishing those thoughts from his mind for now, he diligently licks your clit and gradually adds a third finger to stretch you out further.

Jeonghan almost cums along with you when the dam eventually breaks. Your insides grip his fingers so tightly that he can barely keep moving them, your juices gushing onto his face and hand as he desperately laps up everything he can. The grip on his hair stings now but, Jeonghan couldn't care less. He was finally getting to have you like this. He wasn't going to start complaining now. The high pitched keening noises you make only egg him on, still licking at you as your hips switch under his hand.

"H-Hannie, too much," you say hoarsely, trying to move away from his expert fingers and mouth. If Jeonghan wasn't in his heat, he'd make you cum until you were in tears but, that could always happen another time. He's in no hurry to play out every fantasy he's head involving you over the past few months. He has time.

Giving your clit one last kiss, he eases his fingers out of you. They're covered in your release and so his most of his hand. Without much deliberation, he puts them into his mouth and sucks the taste of you off of them. Moaning all the while. Your gasp at the sight forces him to lock eyes with you. Not slowing down as he watches the way your eyes zero in on his mouth before returning to his. Once seemingly satisfied with thoroughly cleaning his fingers, he removes from his mouth with an obnoxious pop. Tongue peaking out to lick your juices from his lips as well.

"You taste divine. Could eat your pussy all day," he says with a gravelly tone, looking down at with heavily lidded eyes.

"Jeonghan," you say with slight admonishment.

"What? It's true," he responds with clear amusement colouring his tone.

Before you can think to respond, your eyes betray you and glance down. His cock is straining against his boxers, a sizeable wet spot evident on them. You can't see all of him yet but, your insides clench hard at how long and thick he looks.

"Can I suck you off?" You blurt out without thinking. Feeling your face warm in embarrassment at the impulsive question.

Jeonghan seems surprised for a moment before a smug smirk spreads across his handsome face. "Maybe next time. I'd rather cum inside of you first and, I don't think I'd last very long with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock," he says, tugging his boxers off hurriedly. Shuddering as cool air hits his cock. Thoroughly distracting you and leaving all complaints you had about tasting him to die on your tongue.

Of course Yoon Jeonghan would have a pretty cock too. It's longer than it is thick and flushed an appealing looking red.

"Okay, that's fair," you respond breathlessly, fresh arousal coating your upper thighs at the sight of him. You don't think you've ever felt so empty in your life.

"Tell me if you want me to stop or if it's too much, okay? I've been doing a decent job of holding back but, I can...lose myself when I'm in heat," he says gently, positioning himself between your thighs with his cock in his hand. His eyes are almost black when he meets your gaze once again to make sure you're okay with this, he looks like he's barely holding on by a thread.

"I trust you, Hannie. I know you wouldn't hurt me but, if it becomes too much I promise I'll tell you," you respond. Reaching up to pull him into a soft kiss before laying back against his pillows to watch him. A very small, private part of you is curious to see what he's like when he loses control. Jeonghan always seems to have it all together. You wonder what he's like when he fully let's go.

He takes a deep breath before slowly pushing into you. Even with all the effort he put into stretching you out earlier, there's still a slight sting. Your hands grip his sheets tightly, moaning as he eases his way into you.

Jeonghan is almost vibrating with how much he's holding himself back from just bottoming out into you in one, quick thrust. You're so fucking tight and wet and warm. Your walls drag around his cock deliciously. However, he can see the slight discomfort in your face and body language clear as day so he tries his best to go as slowly as he can manage.

You gasp when he does eventually bottom out and you can't help the way you clench around him from the broken moan he let's out at being inside you completely. His arms come up to cage around your head, his head dropping to nuzzle against your neck as he tries his best to remain still so you can adjust, "Fuck, don't do that. I-I'll cum," he groans against the skin of your neck.

Maybe it's the desire to get back at him for all his teasing over the past few months or maybe it's the desire to see Jeonghan crumble, that motivate you to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer. Your arms wrapping around his back as well in the process, "Cum then. I want you to."

His cock pulses violently for a moment before you feel the warmth of being filled with his cum. The moans he let's out against your skin are high pitched and bordering on whines as his hips shallowly thrusts into you. You did have the vague understanding that hybrids tended to be more sensitive while in heat but, you didn't think he'd cum so fast. Not that you were exactly complaining. He sounded beautiful and obscene against you and, feeling him fuck his cum into you was more than enough for you to be moaning in return.

Jeonghan pants against you once his orgasm seems to run its course. Surprisingly, he's still very hard inside of you despite having cum. Perks of being a hybrid, you guess. You soothingly rub his back and untangle your legs from him. That appears to cause something inside the man to snap because the next thing you know, he's hooking your legs over your his arms. His eyes are feral as they stare down at you and you receive no warning as he begins to fuck into your harshly. The sound of your shared moans and skin slapping against skin filling his room. "You're so tight. Such a pretty pussy. Even more pretty with my cum," he groans deliriously, taking his eyes off of you to watch his cock enter you over and over and over again. While all you can do is moan and take it.

"Hannie, you feel so g-good. You're so d-deep," you cry out, your hands gripping his sheets viciously once more as his cock overwhelms you. "Yeah? You like that, baby? Gonna stuff you with my cum. Gonna fuck you full," his hips snapping even faster against you now, not giving you any chance to catch your breath.

"Fuck, fuck, f-fuck," he whines before you feel that pulse you're beginning to become familiar with once more. He spasms against you as a new wave of his cum shoots inside you. You've never felt so full. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull at the sensations. Briefly you think you may have ripped his sheets with how much you've been pulling on them but, you honestly couldn't care less. Not when your pretty bunny continues to move inside of you, his cock still impossibly hard.

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[hollygracesworld]

Falling into your ocean eyes 🌊 | Orm Marius x Fem!Reader

Part 7

Warning ⚠️ : really jealousy Orm, kinda angst.

A/N : idk if it's just me, but Patrick Wilson is getting more hot in his 50s 😋, he’s so fresh and yummy.

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Y/N woke up in the morning with Orm hugging her body. They used a thick blanket, and surprisingly she heard Orm snoring in his sleep. It makes her smiling.

She really wanted to continue sleeping because it was very comfortable in her position now, still being hugged tightly by Orm. But when she wanted to close her eyes again, she heard a knock on the door.

Y/N heard the knocking on the door that didn't stop. “Hello? Y/N? Are you there?” said a man from in front of the door.

“Oh fuck.” She said with a quiet voice, “Yeah wait a minute!” She shouted, making Orm wake up from his sleep.

Y/N quickly kissed Orm’s lips and then smiling, “Don’t bother it. Just continue your sleep, Orm.”

“There's someone there...” Orm whispered, getting up from his bed. He’s shirtless and….sexy.

“Yes, let me see him.” said Y/N while wearing her night gown again and kissing Orm’s cheeks.

Y/N walked towards the door while rubbing her eyes. She opened the door and saw a guy who’s much younger than her, that guy was smiling at her with his brown eyes and messy hair.

“Hi, I know you don’t want to see me anymore, and I totally understand why, I’m sorry about what happened last time Y/N, I should’ve told you that I have this superpower thing, I just have to wait until the right time—“

The guy’s words stopped when he saw Orm walking towards the door wearing a white shirt that looked tight on his body. Orm looked at that guy with full of jealousy.

“Well I guess you are her new boyfriend...” said Barry Allen with a surprised expression but he still smilling, he held his pizza box nervously.

“Her future husband.” Orm said with a sharp gaze.

Y/N turned to Orm and glared, “Orm? Didn't we talk about this last night? You said you weren't ready for that and-"

“And I changed my mind." Orm grabbed Y/N's shoulder, “Is that food for us?" Orm raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, of course,” Barry said with a smile that had sadness in it, and gave them the pizza box.

“You know I'm actually here to tell you that I found the house that you’re talking about and the location is on the Northeast coast, I can take you there.” Barry said in a fast tone because he was nervous.

“No need to bother, we've got the house we meant.” Orm said with his eyes still sharp at Barry as if he wanted to finish him off right then and there.

“Orm!” Y/N snapped, “we need to see it. Besides, we just arrived at this hotel yesterday and haven't looked for a house yet.”

Y/N turned to Barry and said, “you can take us there, but i’m afraid it’s really far away.”

“I just saw it and it looks very good and suitable!” Barry said in a reassuring tone, “maybe it’s only 1 hour away”

“No need for that, we can go there ourselves without a tour guide,” said Orm in a sarcastic tone.

“Orm!" Y/N sighed, “this is for us…”

“You can teleport us to that place, we don’t need to bring this guy...” said Orm then turned to Barry, “thank you for the information, you can go now.”

“Orm! How can I take us there if I don’t even know what the place looks like?” Y/N made an annoyed face

“That’s not a reason, you bewitched my mind, entered my mind as if you really lived in Atlantis.” Orm answered.

“Wow, are you from Atlantis?" said Barry, who previously looked listless but now looked amazed. “You know Aquaman?”

“Who the fuck Aquaman?” Orm asked confusedly.

“That’s what surface people call Arthur.” Y/N answered.

“Oh, yeah, he’s my half-brother.” Orm replied in a lazy tone.

“Wow! That’s really impressive. I used to work with Aquaman when we wanted to defeat Darkseid. Before that we had talked a few times, maybe we talked a lot, but he never said anything about you. Oh or maybe he thinks that I'm not that close to him so he doesn't say much about his personal life.” said Barry very enthusiastically but it was clear that Orm really didn’t like him.

“I was the King of Atlantis at the time.” said Orm briefly, “now, my future wife and I need some private time…” Orm quickly closed the door.

when the door is completely closed. Orm walked to the bed and opened his clothes again, showing his very sexy six pack body with a pitiful face.

“So…. Is he your lover since I was in prison?” Orm asked in a very low voice.

“He was. I broke up with him 2 days before I met you. When I found out that your mother wanted us to get married.” Y/N said.

Orm tucked Y/N’s hair behind her ear, “how could you like a weird surface dwellers like him?" Orm said in a dismissive tone

"Well, he was nice to me, and he seemed cheerful. You could see from his cheerful personality, and that made me have a feelings for him.” She said, then Orm making a jealous face.

He said in a cold tone, “if you really love him why haven't you slept with him yet?"

Y/N laughed softly, "Because I wasn’t love him. I mean, I know I’m bad, but when I was dating him, deep inside my heart, I wanted to wait for you.”

“Is that true?” Orm said with those puppy eyes.

“It is,” Y/N smiled, she held Orm’s face and touch it gently, then said, “You have to believe me this time. We need Barry for this. After all, this is for our house, Orm. It's close to the beach... you can imagine, you have a house in Atlantis, and also on the surface…”

Orm looked at Y/N for a moment then said, “Okay, but don't get too close to him. We're going to get married.”

Y/N pressed the button on the hotel telephone then said, “Do you really want to get married or is it because you’re jealous?”

“I really want to marry you. I realized when I saw that silly guy’s face really want you, and that’s not because I’m jealous. I should have realized that other men out there would really want to have you completely if they saw you. I mean, you’re just so perfect.” Orm said with a smile in his face, and then he got up from his bed.

“Wait a minute.” Y/N said briefly to Orm, and then she said on the phone, “Barry, I'm sorry about Orm's behavior earlier... Orm and I have thought about your help and we are happy to go there, and we want you to take us there if you still can.”

Barry on the phone said, “Oh yes of course, with pleasure. After lunch, maybe I can—“

Orm knelt on one knee in front of Y/N who was sitting on the bed with the phone receiver, “Orm? what are you doing?” Y/N whispered

“Y/N will you marry me?” Orm’s words apparently reached Barry who was on the telephone line.

“Is he proposing to you? Sorry, I don’t want to interrupt." Barry said in a low tone, immediately hanging up the phone.

“Orm? What is this? You can propose to me later after I hang up the phone!”

“Is this wrong? Arthur said that the surface dweller’s way of proposing to their lover was this way?” Orm asked, confused and disappointed.

“That's not what I meant. You did it perfectly. It’s just that you sounded very rushed and you did it when I was calling Barry!” She said in a slightly annoyed tone, "marriage is not a joke.”

“I certainly know that marriage is not a joke. I am an Atlantean, I am a member of the kingdom, I know how important it is in moments like this, and I’m sure with you, I am not just be playing around. I just—“

“Jealous? Yeah I know that,” she said, “you know, marrying you is something I’ve been waiting for, Orm. I know that when the time comes I will marry you, but if you marry me in this way, I can’t accept it yet." She said and then quickly get out of bed and left Orm who was still kneeling on one leg while holding his mother's sparkling engagement ring.

#aquaman 2018 #fanfics #ocean master #orm marius #orm marius x reader #aquaman and the lost kingdom #king orm #patrick wilson

[ninnosaurus]

|| A Gift from the Cosmos ||

So, this is completely inspired by @sha-biest and her lil baby Ammie found on this link > Here. Short inspo to this one shot can be found there > There.

Inspired by Sha's Golden Future AU This is a... Ninno-Got-This-Scene-In-Her-Head-And-Just-Had-To-Get-It-Out-Or-Else-It-Would-Stick-Like-Glue kind of deal.

Please be kind. I haven't written anything serious in YEARS so I'm a bit rusty but yes. Enjoy, and do check out the links. I take NO credit except for the writing itself.

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Nudging the door with his heel he closed it and gently took his sandals off and placed them next to it. He barely made any noise at all walking around his meditation room gathering the materials he needed. 

A brush and his special paint. 

Michaelangelo made quick, yet thorough work of preparing his meditation circle. Every rune had to be perfectly symmetrical. Not a dot or line could be out of place or else, everything could be ruined. And he could come out of this injured. Lately he'd decided to try and broaden his mystical powers. He could physically feel his powers itching under his skin. 

No, not even under his skin. In his soul. It was an itch he just couldn't scratch, almost like his mystical powers wanted out. To stretch its legs. To walk and talk and live with them. It was hard to explain. 

He had to push his boundaries, even further than he’d done this far. 

So, Mikey decided to take matters into his own hands and started experimenting with new chants. New runes. New incantations and enchantments. Deeper meditation. Everything rune and chant being made by hand from scratch.

Some of them worked, some didn't. The ones that did work were saved in a journal.

He even had a smaller journal where he kept his more… darker, gruesome runes. Runes made to hurt, and even kill. He needed it. Needed to know he at least could. 

This time, he’d found an opening into not only space, but into cosmos itself. A possibility to enter the concept of existence and aether. Not like before, before he was simply at the sidelines. Watching. This time, he’d touched on the possibility of changing the aether. To create a new reality inside of space and time. Maybe even to create life from nothing. To commune with the very cosmos he lived in. 

The problem was how precise he had to be. He had asked his brothers and Gen to not interrupt him no matter what. If they needed him he would feel it in spirit. 

Standing up, Mikey inspected every rune and every line on the meditation circle together with the ones covering his hands and feet to make sure everything is symmetrical before walking into the center of it. 

He took a deep breath and crossed his legs before lifting off from the floor, levitating, and closing his eyes. As his heart slowed down his head began to hang and a soft, golden glow emerged from under him.

The light crawled up his hair. His golden streaks lighting up, illuminating their way. The glow made him feel warm. It felt like a hug, like coming home after a long trip, familiar. Like he belonged and the turtle let out a contented sigh, feeling his entire body relax into the soft embrace. 

Not before long, all the runes, sigils and chants written in a language unknown to outsiders also began to glow. From the circle on the floor anchors emerged. Golden chains meant to keep his physical form grounded, a safety chain of sorts, connected with his wrists and ankles. With four metallic clicks the safety protocol was finished.

Even if the only thing that was going to travel was his soul, his body still needed to be protected. Traveling into the cosmos was dangerous. He knew he would need plenty of recovery after this. He was going to be exhausted.

Soon enough, he found himself outside his body. Simply stepping out of his physical form. His ninpo worked as a sort of conductor for his mystical powers. Without his ninpo, none of this would probably not even be possible. Yet, here he was, simply a whisper and a breeze. Looking back to his physical form. 

He looked around. Looking for his brothers’... and Gen. Smiling, they were all just where he’d left them. After making sure everything looked just fine he turned his back towards his body, and walked towards the door. 

This is it. He thought to himself. This is the moment I find out if I made it or not. 

There were so many things he wanted to ask cosmos. To ask the stars, to figure out how and why everything was made to be. Why were he and his brothers chosen? Why not anyone else? Can he possess people? Can he bring people back from the dead? Can he give Donatello and Leonardo their arms back…? He had to know. 

With a shaky hand, he reached for the handle. 

Behind it, he was flashed with a blinding light making him hiss in annoyance and slight pain in his eyes as they adjusted to it. What he saw was beyond anything he’d ever seen before when traveling to the aether. 

Now, he could touch the realities with his own hands, so to speak. To test it, he himself killed one butterfly only to watch as a completely new reality and timeline was created right in front of his eyes. 

Everything and nothing was planned to happen. 

Mikey knew it all, but he also knew nothing. 

Walking through the plane, he looked to his right and saw his reflection. Only that it wasn’t this current him. It was an older beaten up one. This Michelangelo was a sad one, war stricken and tired old man who wanted nothing more than to finally rest. To know his death meant something. 

To his left was a younger him. A Mikey who had yet to grow up, yet to live through the war coming his way, but it was a younger him he had visited once in a dream to help with the upcoming Kraang invasion.

They all walked until suddenly, the older Michelangelo disintegrated in an explosion of light. Mikey and his younger self shared a look in silence before continuing to walk towards the second door.

That’s when his younger self stopped him.

“Are you sure?”, the youngest one asked. Eyes filled with worry, like he wasn’t sure about any of this.

“I- I’m sure.”, the older one replied. “This is what I- what we’ve been searching for. I need so many answers.”

The youngest one let out a breathy laugh. “Sometimes, what we need isn’t answers, but questions.” 

The long haired one looked at him quizzically. “I don’t understand.” 

“You will.”

With those words, the door was suddenly blasted open and Mikey thrown through it. In the fall he saw a drop of his ninpo expelled from his chest. It hovered above him, a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at him before everything went dark.

He did a sharp intake for air. His lungs burned like he’d been drowning. Heart racing, head hurting. The last thing he remembered was being flung through a doorway, a bright sun flashing and those bright blue eyes looking back at him, then waking up on his meditation room floor. 

Sitting up, he groaned as he rubbed the back of his head, a small bump forming from where he landed on it after falling to the floor when his soul crashed into his body again. 

What struck him first after the initial shock of suddenly being back in his room was a very soft, low humming sound coming from in front of him. 

Mikey choked on air when he lifted his head and came face to face with a ball of light hovering in front of him. 

But it was what was inside of the ball. 

A baby. 

The ball started moving towards him, which resulted in him scooting backwards until his shell bumped the wall behind him. When the ball stopped moving, Michelangelo’s hands lifted almost by themselves to cup the small thing. 

He was speechless. Did he…? How…? He… 

He found himself just staring out into the room. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He probably barely breathed. Suddenly, the small life in his hand started to move. He looked down and it was when they made eye contact again he realized what it was. 

The cosmos itself had seen his struggles, his fights and his utmost reverence for life on the planet and therefore. The cosmos itself had gifted him a drop of sunlight in the form of a daughter.

#rottmnt #sha-biest

[parachutingkitten]

Plastic Women: So, what is my point?

A note for those who somehow would like to hear more from me about the video

The mega video started out as a final essay assignment for a children's media college class. The prompt was ten pages on a topic related to children's media that tied into one of our weekly discussions. Being as obsessed with ninjago as I am, I was obviously going to write about it, and one of our weekly topics had to do with children's media's relationship to gender. I had a lot of thoughts on the female characters of the show, so I decided this essay would be a good opportunity to get those off my chest. Plastic Women: Female Representation in Lego Ninjago was the end result. It was a good essay- maybe I'll post it some time. The only problem was that my initial first draft was nearly a dozen pages long- and I had only just finished my thoughts on Nya. I decided that a paper analyzing the arc of the central female character would be perfectly adequate for the assignment, tightened things up a bit, and submitted it. I knew as soon as I did that the rest of my thoughts would have to come out- and that's what the four hours you've(presumably) watched is.

Being that the original point of the essay was to fulfill an assignment requirement, pinpointing the end goal of the video was a weirdly difficult struggle in the production process. I knew I had a lot of thoughts about the women, I knew it felt important that they get out into the world, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Why is this so important? What's my point in making this? Why do I have this drive behind things? I offer up a couple explanations in my video. Part of it was to help improve consciousness of these issues, to stress that female representation is actually important in male targeted media. To help encourage better practices for the show's future, to get people think analytically about the media they consume. These explanations seemed to satisfy me, and I still think they're all very important and valid, but even as I sat down to record the outro, there was this nagging feeling that I hadn't quite gotten to the core of why I was making this. What was driving me to put in a year and a half of effort, scripting, refilms, and endless, endless editing in order to get this out? Because while I do care about all of those things, it doesn't ignite that same passion source of where this video is coming from.

Unfortunately, the realization only really hit me after posting the video- after reading the comments. Unfortunately, the negative ones. I don't want to overstate how much hate the video has gotten, it has been widely well received, but I have my fair share of suspected (or self described) children and pre teens calling me an idiot for overthinking things in the comments. Some of these are obviously only responding to the title and thumbnail, and it's quite fun to scroll through the comment section and point them out. But of the people who have the most plausible deniability for actually watching at least part of the video, the most common criticism was by far the run time. Why am I dedicating this much time to a show which is obviously not a raging hate letter towards women? I'm labeling this thing as sexist when there's a whole season of the lead female fighting sexism. There are so many worse things that might deserve this run time, but ninjago can not be that bad. This is obviously ridiculous.

Now there are a couple of responses I have to this sentiment. First of all, the series is insanely long. I have to not only analyze, but explain all 15 seasons for those who (understandably) haven't watched it all or aren't as obsessive as I am. That's gonna take some time regardless of what angle you're doing a deep dive on. Have you seen the length of some of the show recap videos alone? Second, the video as a whole is a retrospective, not purely a criticism. I spend quite a bit of the run time praising the things which I do like and shrugging at things I think are passable. Third, I state up front that I am purposely looking for all interpretations of the text, because they are all interpretations that a young audience could potentially take away. Even if it's not surface level, if it's one or two layers down, I'm still interested. That means it's not logical to blanketly call the show sexist, because it's not openly promoting these ideas, and that was never my goal, I think I made that clear. In many ways I believe that if this were a "Ninjago is sexist" video it would be a lot shorter. Part of why the runtime is so long is because there is a great deal of nuance to how this show treats its female characters, and nuance takes time. If it were as simple as "Ninjago is obviously misogynistic" I would point to the problem spots and we wouldn't need a discussion. I wouldn't have to analyze. It would just be a statement of fact. But that's why the video's title is much less specific and accusatory. "More misogynistic than you remember" is a lot more open ended. It has some misogyny in there, and it's more than your child brain likely noticed. That doesn't mean it's necessarily overwhelming or defining for the series, it just means that it's there- and that amount is going to differ depending on the viewer and their personal interpretations of the text. I for one thought that the Racer 7 plot line was an obvious dismissal of female struggle, but apparently it's not as clear a universal a reading as I thought. Maybe it's my life experience as a women in a male dominated field that put that front and center under a undeniable spotlight for me, but that doesn't mean that's the universal experience of the show, nor should it count against the show so strongly as I feel it.

But this criticism is finally what made it click for me. I'm not criticizing the show because it's obviously sexist. Quite the opposite. I'm criticizing it because it is trying to not be sexist. I'm criticizing the show because it wants to be progressive, it's trying to include female characters, it is including messages and plotlines specifically to try and uplift women- and it's failing.

I am past the point of feeling the need to point out that andrew tate is wrong for seeing women as lesser. That's not an interesting take, that's not a new idea, and if you need that told to you, you are likely beyond help from a youtube video. I am not here to dabate if female representation is valuable, I am taking that fact as a given because it is a conclusion which I feel is inherently correct. If you have not yet come to this same conclusion, the purpose of this video is not to convince you that it is. That can be someone else's job. This is not a 101 class, it's got some prerequisites, because without them, you aren't going to appreciate my points. I am interested in giving ideas to people who already know their basics. It's not my fault if you're a few decades behind in your ideas on film theory. The efficacy of what constitutes positive female representation has already been debated and outlined for decades by people much smarter than me. I am not here to make their points, I am here to make my own.

I'm not here to point out the problems of blatant sexism, because that has been litigated to death; I'm interested in the problems of sexism today- because yes, even when sexism isn't blatant, it's still a problem. I am interested in breaking down subtle sexism. Accidental sexism. Systemic sexism. Sexism from people who are trying to be inclusive, because they are the ones who will actually take feedback. The sexism that is baked into our media culture, so deeply ingrained that it seems rather acceptable to show sexual assault on a kid's show. I am interested in why a show which so obviously repeatedly tries to incorporate feminist ideas into its plot can so easily rid its female characters of agency. It's not that I made the video to say something about ninjago, it's that I made the video to say something about sexism in media, and used ninjago as my example. It. Is. Everywhere. And perhaps even worse, it is ridiculously easy to accidentally end up in your work.

I do hint at these ideas throughout the run of my video, but I really wish I had known this was where my drive was coming from at the outset, because if I had, this idea would be pressed constantly. Tropes older than the film medium seep into the most basic of plots and position females in passive roles by default, and if you don't know that, you are going to ingrain these ideas into your work. It might not be blatant, it might be quite subtle, but it may also snowball into something egregious, like happens in skybound. It was supposed to be a season (partially)about fighting sexism, but ends up framing our lead female as an object, removing all her agency, and turning our leading man into an extremely objectifying character who never grows out of his possessive behaviors. Like I say at the beginning, this is a cautionary tale. It's active proof that doing the bare minimum in not being offensive in female representation requires an amount of effort that many people don't realize is necessary. It is almost never that the show outright says something sexist, it's that the plot structure and character progression do not think to include its female characters. It is not the text, it's the subtext. And you might not think that subtext is influential, but the very fact that you think it's not is the most terrifying thing about it. Our brains absorb so much more than we know, and the fact that these patterns and stereotypes are seeping in subconsciously without our recognizing it, is perhaps even more dangerous than outwardly sexist media in some cases. Consistency in these patterns is bound to rewire your brain- and you won't even notice.

That's the point I think I failed to emphasize throughout the run. How easy it is. How ridiculously easy it is to fall into these problems. "it's like you see sexism everywhere!" well, yes. It is everywhere. That's the point. It's baked into our culture. It's a corner stone in our media. It's systemic. That's the problem- that it's near impossible to find something that doesn't have it because it's a founding principle of most of human culture. That's why reverse sexism is not nearly as big a deal btw. Sure, shows aimed at little girls have a lot of underdeveloped male love interests, but they also haven't been stuck in that position for centuries upon centuries of human storytelling.

I don't feel the need to prove that the label of misogynist or sexist is befitting of the whole series, because for one, it's not, and for two, that wouldn't do anything. Ninjago is a symptom of the problem. It is not the problem in and of itself. Blacklisting it for being bad doesn't help anything, and I think I made it abundantly clear that was never my intention or desire. My intention was to show you just how prevalent this casual sexism can be. How this subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) undercurrent can be found in something as unexpected as a children's show which actively brags about the strength of its female characters. The goal was to open your eyes to how consistent it is, even if it's not potent. It was to lay out how the patterns tend to present themselves, so that maybe you'll be able to better identify them elsewhere. Because they are elsewhere. They're everywhere. It may not be in as high a dosage as it used to, but collectively it is still a staggering, saturating amount. And if you are an artist looking to make something that doesn't have this subtext, I'm here to warn you that it is likely a steeper up hill battle than you initially presume.

Misogyny is everywhere. I just happen to know a lot about ninjago, so that's where I chose to go in depth in breaking it down. It's a case study- and I think a quite interesting one with a lot of nuance at that. It's what I felt I could contribute, and I have to believe that's enough to justify its existence.

#ninjago #mega video #parachuterants

[pip-n-chips]

do you think Harper would let me ride him if i were good??

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Ah, but of course!!

Harper would be ecstatic. The fact that you even want to is great progress in your treatment! However, he's not just going to hand you what you want on a silver platter (as much as the erection straining against his pants begs otherwise).

He wants to hear you ask for it. Explicitly. Tell him what you want to do, how you'll do it. Tell him how you think it'll feel, having his cock in you, how you'll feel. If you haven't been as good as you say you are, he'll make sure to drag it on, just to see you get more and more desperate (you're so cute when you're like that). And he'll smile patiently at your blushing face, listening to you stammer out your request, acting as if he isn't equally as flushed.

But he's not cruel, he can't be, not when you're looking at him with those pleading eyes.

So, when he decides that you finally said all the right things? He's practically pulling you onto his lap, regardless if you were already ready to scramble onto it or not. And only a moment passes before his cock is resting at your entrance, lubed up with precum.

Praises leave his lips when you envelope him, and wandering hands hike up your clothing to rest at your hips as you begin to rock against each other. He lets you do most of the work, since you were so eager to ride him in the first place, and you still are. You bounce on his cock with vigor, your hole sucking him in greedily. (And in that moment, he feels so so proud. You've come so far in your treatment. He's done well, helping bring out the slut in you- The real you.)

Harper keeps his eyes focused on you the whole time, examining your expressions, your reactions. And, ah- The sight of your pretty little face, mouth parted to let out those pretty little noises of yours is art to his eyes and music to his ears. (He only wishes he had a video camera on him to capture it all. But he knows there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. You'll stay good, won't you?).

He can't help but pull you into a kiss in the middle of it; It's hard to not, especially when your perfect lips are right there for the taking. The kiss is wet, sloppy, and hungry. The kind where you only stop to gasp for air, only to go right back in. And the way you taste, the way you moan into his mouth... oh, it almost makes him cum immediately.

By the time both of you finish, you're sweating and out of breath. He helps you off, but doesn't clean you up. "Don't you want all of the other patients to know how good you've been?" He asks. "Don't you want to keep your prize?"

And you nod eagerly, because it's something to hold with pride. He smiles and sends you off.

#ask #✨🌙 anon #degrees of lewdity #dol #harper the doctor #dol harper #thirsty #pippywrites #sorry for the wait on this one mwah mwah. hoping to get around to answering your other asks soon

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 38]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

-Small timeskip-

Despite what you told Seonghwa, you didn't go to the authorities, you were just far too busy and you knew that if you went to the police, more people would be involved.

The threatening messages didn't stop, they got more and more explicit but you just couldn't give them any time. You and Mingi haven't seen each other in weeks so maybe the person thought you broke up or something, which is why things haven't really escalated to something more.

"Indigo, are you ready?" Eden dropped by your studio. You turned around, blinking. The blank look on your face showed your confusion.

"The production meeting...?" He raised his eyebrows as he reminded. You turned to the clock on your phone.

"Oh, shoot! I didn't know it was so late already!" You jumped up from your chair, scrambling for your things. You saved your work and grabbed your iPad.

"Calm down, we have time. How long have you been working in here?" He asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I lost track of time." You rubbed the back of your neck. You wore your beanie and walked out with him.

"Once you sit down, you just get lost in the process, don't you?" Eden chuckled. You nodded your head in embarrassment. You need to set more noticeable time reminders in the future.

"I'm excited to hear what the time has to propose with the music video and concept outfits. That would be so exciting." You clapped your hands. Everyone was gathering today to hear what the creative production team has to propose.

"CEO Kim will be there?" You asked. Eden nodded to confirm. You buried your face in your hands.

"Why? Why? What's wrong with our CEO?" Eden asked with amusement at your reaction to meeting your big boss.

"I haven't got a reply for him..." You mumbled.

"He's not expecting a reply so quickly, Indigo. Don't worry about it! Your contract with us isn't up anyway. He'll want you to focus on the comeback first." He patted your shoulder as he laughed.

"But what about-"

"Eden hyung! Indigo!" A few voices called, cutting Eden off. Eden didn't finish his sentence, seeing the Ateez boys.

"Indigo! I missed you so much! Did you miss me?!" Wooyoung hugged you tightly, shaking you up and down. You chuckled and hugged him back.

"I did miss you, Woo. I hope you've been well and taking care of yourself." You said, making him grin proudly. He stuck his tongue out at the other members, as if what you said was that you missed him ONLY. Hongjoong plucked him off you but Wooyoung still held your hand to enter the meeting room.

"Hey, your shirt... Looks like the one I bought Mingi for his birthday." Yeosang pointed at your oversized shirt. Mingi choked.

"Yah, yah, Yesoang. Be careful of what you're saying." Yunho covered up his flusteredness with an awkward chuckle. If others have heard it, they would be suspicious.

"Y-Yeah, I got the same shirt..." You lied. You didn't even notice this was Mingi's shirt, you just took it out of your drawer, which is usually a mix of yours and Mingi's clothes from the wash.

"But-"

"It's true, look at Indigo and I. We're wearing the same clothes all the time." Hongjoong sent Yeosang a look to not say anything further.

"That's because you copy me." You scoffed with your arms crossed. Hongjoong just rolled his eyes.

Soon, the remaining meeting attendees entered the big room and took their seats. When the CEO entered with his assistant, everyone stood up to bow to him in greeting. He smiled and waved for everyone to take their seats.

"Let's go through the music video concepts first? Followed by the style concepts. Then we'll go to the producers and finally, finance team with the budgeting." He instructed.

"Yes, boss." Everyone chimed.

"Also, boys, feel free to voice your opinions after each presentation." He said to the 8 Ateez members that were sitting together.

"Thank you, boss." The 8 boys bowed their heads. You turned your iPad on, ready to take notes where necessary. The videography and production team went first.

"Alright, these are the storyboards for the music video." The employee flashed the picture on the screen.

"Ooooooh." You and Ateez had the same reactions. Behind you, Eden laughed, knowing you were amazed by everything in this process.

"Don't laugh at me." You whispered with a pout. Eden still snickered, reaching out to pat your head. You continued to listen to the speaker proposing the location and all the other logistics for the music video shooting. Even if you were not the one in the music video, you felt excitement bubble within you.

Mingi watched you from the other side of the room. He hadn't seen you in weeks. Sure, you've video called and texted but nothing was better than actually holding you. He wanted to just hold you now.

"You're staring." San leaned over to whisper. Mingi blushed, tearing his gaze away from you.

"Sorry. Can't help it." He grumbled softly.

"The location and storyboard looks good. We'll look at booking the film site and accommodation." The CEO nodded in approval.

"These are the outfits for the music video. We will reuse them for some of the comeback promotions. The alternative outfits for other promotional activities are these." The head stylist showed.

"Oh, wow. They're so cool." You could imagine how good the boys would look in all the outfits.

"I'll go through the individual outfit inspirations for each member." She flipped through the slides, going through each member's outfit collection.

"Hongjoong sshi will be in mostly Balmain, sent over from their styling team. Especially for interviews, as we expect questions about you becoming an ambassador with them. Mingi sshi, you will be in Diesel outfits." She pointed out.

"Look at you, hyung. Balmain prince." Wooyoung voiced proudly. Hongjoong shushed him for being disruptive but it was because he was shy from all the attention.

The stylists teams really knew what they were doing, suggesting outfits and styles that brought out the best features of each member.

"More see through shirts for Seonghwa hyung. The fans would want that." Jongho snickered.

"Shut it." Seonghwa glared.

"So with these outfits, there are the hair colours that we are proposing to the members for them to choose." She showed the different options.

"Hmm..." You hummed to yourself softly, deep in thought. You tilted your head, trying to imagine Mingi in all the proposed hair colours for him. To you, Mingi always looked good in whatever he wears. You think he would look good in any of the outfits and hair colours that the stylist team suggested.

"Producer team? You're next." CEO Kim said.

"Go ahead." Eden encouraged you to stand first. You shook your head, you were not ready to present.

"It's okay. Just go, it'll be fine." He whispered. You gulped and slowly shuffled to the front of the room. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat and plugged your laptop in.

"Walk us through it." CEO Kim told you with a little more encouragement.

"This is the progress of the songs. We are done with both title tracks and on the way to finishing the b-side tracks." You explained.

"Title track 1." You began to play the songs for everyone. Even if it was a team effort, you still felt stressed knowing that you would have to accept everyone's scrutiny on behalf of the producers.

"Next song." CEO Kim directed and you bowed, playing the next song for the room.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Mingi seemed to feel your nervousness, watching how emotionless the CEO's face was as he listened to the songs that you played. He wasn't even up there but he felt his stomach churning from the nerves.

"It's good. Good job, Indigo." The CEO nodded his head when the final song finished playing. You let out a sigh of relief before you bowed deeply.

"Everyone, for those that don't know, this is Indigo's first time working with us and I would like to commend her on what a great job she's been doing. She's been surpassing expectations." He added.

"Thank you for your kind words, sir." You bowed again, your mask hiding your heated cheeks.

"Yay. Go, Indigo." The Ateez boys softly cheered, sending you small fist pumps and encouraging smiles, making you laugh.

"Eden, anything to add?" CEO Kim turned to the head producer. Eden nodded and stood up, giving more detailed updates on the progress from the other producers.

"Good work, producers. I'm happy to hear that the songs are coming along well. Thank you for working with the other Ateez members to involve them in the production process. Lastly, we have the finance team with the budget." CEO Kim waved for the next speaker. You and Eden bowed before returning to your seats.

"I told you, you could do it. There's nothing to be worried about, our work is good." Eden whispered.

"If you had told me I would be the one presenting earlier, I would have prepared more to explain about the songs." You complained.

"If I had told you earlier, you would be a nervous wreck, worried about presenting to our CEO. See? You didn't need preparation and he still complimented you." He said.

"Fine." You couldn't argue with that.

You didn't know much about finance, budgets and numbers so you didn't really pay much attention to the presentation.

"Thank you everyone for coming and preparing material to present. I'm glad we are progressing well for this comeback. Boys, it's all up to you now to deliver the hard work." The CEO said. The Ateez boys stood up and bowed.

"Thank you for all the hardwork that everyone has been putting into our comeback, we'll continue to work hard and not disappoint any of you." Hongjoong said and the others nodded in agreement.

"What disappoint? All of you don't disappoint, you always give it your all." The stylist director said.

"Agreed, it's a collective effort of everyone to ensure success." Eden added.

"Thank you." Everyone bowed to the CEO as he left with his assistant. The remaining people bowed to each other as they all packed up their things and left.

"You were amazing!" San lifted you up and spun you around.

"San!" You squealed, hitting his shoulder for him to put you down. You didn't want anyone to start gossiping after seeing that.

"You did good. The CEO really likes you, he doesn't compliment people openly that much." Mingi patted your head with a soft smile. You smiled up at him, giving him a friendly hug. You so badly wanted to give him a kiss and ask him to hold you to calm your nerves but you knew where you were now.

"Thank you." You giggled.

"Indigo, let's go meet the others to update them." Eden called for you and you left the boys to go with him back to the studio. There was a box outside Eden's office.

"Fan mail?" You teased. Eden rolled his eyes but smiled. He bent down to read the tag.

"It's actually addressed to you. The reception must have delivered it wrongly. Let me go get you a box cutter." Eden chuckled. You tilted your head and bent down.

'To: Indigo'

Indeed, it was your name on the box. There was no return address or sender name. Eden handed you the box cutter from his studio.

"Indigo, wait." He suddenly stopped you. Your hands froze, the cold seriousness in Eden's voice made you freeze.

"Don't open it. I'm calling security. Move back." Eden said. You dropped the box cutter and scooted back as told. You went to Eden, who was on the phone. But his words were drowned out when you saw what he saw.

What looked to be blood was seeping out the corner of the box. You completely missed it since it was the corner facing away from you. Eden's free hand wrapped around you to comfort you.

"W-What is that?"

"I don't know. We're not going to find out. Security is on their way." Eden rubbed your back to comfort you.

"Sit." Eden brought you into his studio and sat you down on his chair while he went out. But with the door ajar, you could hear a little of the conversation outside.

"This is horrible... Get rid of it. Now." Eden ordered.

"But sir, the note-"

"I don't care about the dumb note! When I say get rid of it, I mean get rid of everything!" He yelled, making you flinch.

"And you guys better be scanning through all the packages that come in through the front thoroughly from now on. This kind of package shouldn't have made it past security, whether it is for idols or not. Someone could have been seriously injured if it was someone else." Eden scolded.

"Doesn't mean there are no idols on this floor means that there can't still be a threat. No more bringing packages up to the producer floor. Everything is to be left downstairs." He commanded.

"Yes, sir." The security replied. Eden entered and you lifted your head to look at him. He took another chair to sit down opposite you.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded your head glumly, staring at the ground in front of you.

"Indigo, have you ever got something like this before?" Eden asked with a much gentler, softer tone. He was worried that you were now fragile.

"No..."

"But?" He prompted, knowing you had more to say.

"I've been receiving threats... In my emails and on online platforms, even my ghost server, that's why I closed it temporarily... And a few weeks ago, someone followed me home from the convenience store." You gulped.

"And you've been dealing with all this on your own? Why would you not say anything? We can help you!" Eden's eyes widened in shock as he heard you list the incidents.

"I can't... Because I think the threat has to do with me and Mingi... And the boys are busy preparing for their comeback, I don't want to give them another thing to worry about, especially Mingi..."

"But you still shouldn't keep this to yourself..." Eden sighed. he reached out to hold your clamy hand.

"Seonghwa and Jongho knows. Jongho guessed something was wrong and Seonghwa accidentally saw one of the emails." You said.

"Mingi doesn't know any of this? Nothing at all."

"No, I can't tell him. Please don't tell him, Eden... Or any of the others... Mingi has been dealing with enough and I don't want to add to that with my issues." You chewed on your bottom lip, tears suddenly blurring your vision. Eden grabbed the tissue box and handed it to you.

"Indigo... You shouldn't be keeping all this to yourself and dealing with it on your own. I'm sure Mingi would feel even worse he if he knew you were keeping this from him..." He said.

"I know but he's going to think that this is his fault. I don't want him to think that when it isn't." Your lip quivered.

"What should I do, Eden? I'm fine with me receiving all the hate but I don't want Mingi or anyone else to get hurt." You asked.

"Silly girl, you're still worried about others even when things like this have happened. Think about your safety too. This is not a small matter." He patted your head.

"I won't tell Mingi. But we will need to do something to protect you more. Even if you're only here for a short contract, you're still considered a KQ employee no matter what and we won't let anything happen to you." He promised.

"Thank you."

"We will implement more security here. I'm more worried now that someone tried to follow you home. It means they have triangulated a plausible location that you're staying at." He frowned.

"Is there someone you can stay with temporarily? Just to have someone around to make sure you're safe." He asked.

"Not anyone close enough. I've been living independently from a young age." You shook your head.

"Let me see if I can get you a house in the same apartment building as the boys. At least the company knows that the security there is good enough to let them live there." He said.

"Okay. I'll just tell the boys my lease was up and KQ offered me an apartment in their building. But please, Eden. I don't want too many people knowing about this. Word gets around too quickly and I don't want to lose anymore control of this situation." You begged. Eden looked at you, he didn't want to agree.

"Fine. But if things get worse, I'm going to implement more safety measures, even if it means telling Mingi. I'm not going to mess around with anyone's safety."

"I understand. Thankfully, so far, this person has only expressed harm towards me and not Mingi." You said in relief.

"Don't just think about the safety of everyone else that you forget your own, Indigo." He frowned.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Eden." You felt bad for always hiding things from him.

"Pabo, what are you apologising for?" He smiled softly. After a while, you headed back to your studio. You saw Mingi inside, sitting in your chair, waiting for you.

"There you are, baby." There was his familiar smile. He stood up and went over to you, engulfing you in a big bear hug.

"Sorry, I was talking to Eden about-"

"It's okay." He whispered, tilting your head up to plant his lips against yours. Oh, how you've missed Mingi so much. You missed everything about him, his warmth, his scent, the way his fingers laced and rested on your lower back when he hugged you.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea." He pressed his forehead against yours. You felt your eyes watering as you cupped his cheeks to look at him.

"I missed you too." You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

"Aww, baby. Don't cry." He stroked the back of your head, chuckling.

"You're doing so well here, I'm so proud of you." Mingi leaned down to shower your head in kisses. You looked up at him, gently yanking him down to kiss him again. You just missed him so much.

"My beautiful baby." He tucked your hair behind your ear. You sat on his lap on the couch.

"How did you sneak away?" You asked.

"I told Hongjoong hyung I deserve a prize for working so hard the past few weeks so he let me come." He laughed. You slapped his chest for calling you a 'prize'.

"As much as I love the fans and can't wait for them to see this comeback, I really wish time would slow down or stop just for a while. So I can be with you and continue to hold you like this without having to leave you for practice, you know, like a normal couple." Mingi sighed. You hummed in agreement.

"But if we didn't have our jobs, we wouldn't have met, Mings. Every relationship has its sacrifices. This is ours." You reasoned.

"You're right. I'd rather deal with the sacrifices than to not have met you, baby." He stroked your cheek.

~

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ATBB's Future

Hiiii y'all, its uh. been a minute huh

Now that it's been a bit over a year since I put this blog on hiatus, a loootta stuff has happened and changed and i've been doing a loootttta thinking!

Looking back on it, like really really looking, my biggest reason for the hiatus was that at some point the blog just kinda became more of a chore than something I wanted to work on for fun. Ask blogs are a lot of work, even when you're just using talking portraits rather than drawing out every individual answer, and with how much ask culture on tumblr has died out over the years there just wasn't really enough payoff to make it feel worthwhile to keep burning myself out.

I think it's a really good thing I stopped it when I did, because having to deal with all that in my senior year of high school would have been a nightmare. I've actually just finished up my first semester of college now, and there's no way in hell I would've been able to keep up at any rate! With all of this in mind, I've gained a newer perspective about how to approach things going forward.

I'm still really attached to this story. With how much time I've spent thinking about it and developing it in my head, I can't let it go, even if the blog isn't really working out anymore. I keep thinking of different ways I could fix the decisions I made early on, as well as the super cool directions I could take it in in the future, and I just. I GOTTA.

So, I've decided to reboot it entirely as a fic series!

This means that, unfortunately, there won't be nearly as much artwork to accompany it, but it's far more likely for the story to actually progress! Writing is way less draining for me and once I get going I can do it much quicker than art anyway, even though I do still sorta wish I had the spoons to just turn it into a full-blown webcomic instead haha

This DOES mean that updates won't be nearly as linear as they were here, seeing as right now I've mostly been working on backstory fics that took place before the blog's main story, but that can at least give you guys more context for how the characters interact with each other! I'll also state that while I do write faster than I draw, I still do it a hell of a lot less, so updates will still probably be pretty infrequent. But at least they'll happen at all, right?

As for the state of this blog itself, obviously I'm going to leave it up! I still love looking back on the old interactions you guys had with my characters and your reactions to certain plot points (your reactions to Fluff tagging along with the rest of the group were my favorite by far) and I think it would actually kill me to erase them. I'll be posting the fic updates here too, just like I did for Self Hatred!

And even if it's not going to be an ask blog anymore, because of how much I still miss that kind of interaction with you guys, I think I want to do a sort of "last hurrah" event, to finally send off the asking format with some good vibes.

You see, there's a character I made up around this time of year two years ago. He's a pretty cool guy, but he doesn't actually show up until a specific turning point later in the story. I've been excited for you guys to talk to him since the day I made him, but a little bummed lately that you may not ever get the chance. I still need to get a lot of stuff prepared, so I'm not quite ready to announce or start anything just yet, but there's a reason I waited until my winter break to start thinking about this seriously.

I think you guys would really like to meet him.

But anyway, that's about all I wanted to say for now! This is a very long post already so it's time I start wrapping it up. As always, thank you all so much for sticking with me, even though I really haven't been consistent through the years. I hope this change doesn't come as too much of a disappointment, and that you'll keep sticking around for the reboot!

#LONG ass post sorry guys but i wanted to cover all my bases 😌 #ooc #actually i think im gonna add the bone boys tag too just to make things less confusing for any chrono readers #bone boys #i might post some sneak peeks of my current wips a bit later just to prove i AM actually working on it lol #woulda put it here but its wayyyyyyyy too long n i didn't wanna add a cut 😔 #i hope you guys can get excited about the send off event tho... it probably wont last longer than a month but i think itll be rlly cool :>

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part fifty-four: "The Impossible Friendship"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Karen invites you out to Josie’s to have drinks with her and Marci.

Or

You don't realize Karen and Marci have other intentions behind you coming out until it's too late.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: This installment is a part of the Big Angst arc. Forewarning, there is no comfort in the next handful of installments, not until you reach "The Aftermath" (Part 58) will there be comfort. Another angsty update bringing you closer to the installment with comfort. There's another Matt POV in this one! You can find the entire list of installments for this series on tumblr here. And if you're enjoying it please let me know!

"Come on, why don't you just stop by?" Karen asked you over the phone. "Please? As far as I'm aware, Matt is still going to be finishing stuff up at the office with Foggy tonight. It's just Marci and I here at Josie’s right now."

You leaned against the door of your apartment, slipping your shoes off of your feet as you held the phone to your ear. "I don't know," you answered hesitantly. "I really don't think I'm ready to run into Matt. And I just finished a class so I'm all sweaty."

"That martial arts thing?" she asked curiously. 

"The self-defense thing," you corrected her, rubbing a hand along your aching backside. "And yeah, I just finished up another training session tonight. My ass is somehow bruised from it."

"Well just wash up and bring your bruised ass to Josie’s," Karen urged. "We haven't seen you in a week and a half. If Matt shows up we'll just deal with that then. It's not like we can't leave if you want." 

You ran your hand across your forehead next, blowing out a rough breath as you glanced at your empty apartment. If you stayed home you'd just be alone all night and that didn't sound remotely appealing in contrast. But your stomach twisted uncomfortably at the prospect of seeing Matt; you still hadn't seen or spoken to him since he broke up with you and jumped off your fire escape almost two weeks ago.

"I mean I suppose…as long as you really don't think he'll be there," you nervously answered. "I know it's been a couple weeks but…I don't know if I'm ready to see him, you know?"

Karen sighed gently over the line. "Yeah, I understand. But even if he did show up, it's not like he'd be a dick to you or anything. I heard him telling Fog the other day he’s been wanting to talk to you about everything. That he'd be open to a friendship if you were."

A pain hit you in your chest, right over your heart, sharp and hot. Friends. You'd go back to being friends again. After everything you'd been through with Matt, all that time you'd shared together, the way you still loved him, how you'd been a few months from living together and even mentally picturing a wedding in your future–he wanted to just be friends with you. 

Swallowing down the lump of emotion in your throat, you said, "I suppose I can wash up and come out for a bit tonight with you two."

"Great!" Karen exclaimed excitedly. "We'll see you in a bit then!"

You exchanged goodbyes before hanging up. Head rolling back, it lightly hit into your apartment door as your eyes closed. You sure hoped Karen was right and Matt wasn't coming out tonight with Foggy after work. Because you weren't sure how you'd react to finally seeing him again.

Pushing yourself off of the door, you dragged your tired and bruised body to your bathroom. You pulled your hair up and started the shower, intending to quickly wash the sweat off of you before heading to Josie’s to meet up with Karen and Marci.

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"Can we please talk about anything else?" you begged Marci. "We have discussed the breakup in depth plenty already and I would love an evening where I don't think about how much it hurts."

Her face softened across the table from you before she nodded. "Yeah, sorry," she muttered. "I just…don't understand what happened."

"You and me both," you grumbled, picking up your beer and taking a drink. 

"So are you…dating yet?" Marci asked curiously. "Or like, sleeping around a little at least?"

Your brows furrowed as your nails fiddled nervously with the label on the beer bottle. "No, that's the furthest thing from my mind. Why, is Matt?" you asked, eyes darting between Karen and Marci. 

"No," Karen said firmly, shaking her head. "I've heard nothing of the sort. I'm pretty sure he's still hurting."

"Yeah, I get the same vibe from Foggy Bear," Marci assured you.

Your eyes fell back down to your beer, your nails still picking at the label on it. You definitely didn't want to think about Matt fucking someone else. That certainly hurt too damn much. 

“How’d that court case go for the firm?” you asked Karen, eyes still focused on the beer bottle. “I know it was sort of a big deal.”

“It finished up the other day,” she told you. “We won, thankfully. So that’s a big weight off of our shoulders this week.”

You nodded silently, drawing the beer back up to your lips. Taking a few deep drinks, you finished half of your third beer already. As you set the bottle back on the table, you ignored the way Karen and Marci were shooting you sympathetic looks. You knew you were drinking your beers down faster than usual, and you figured they both could easily guess why, but you’d had a long day writing bullshit fluff pieces for Ellison–which seemed to be your permanent assignments lately–before pushing your body through yet another rigorous self-defense lesson. You needed the buzz of alcohol to dull everything else right now.

A sharp inhale of a breath came from Marci across the table, the sound catching your attention. You glanced up at her from your bottle, raising a brow curiously. Beside her, you saw Karen stiffening in her seat, her back straightening as her bottom lip slipped between her teeth. Immediately your shoulders sagged knowing there was probably only one reason they’d both reacted like that to something behind you. You chanced a look over your shoulder just for confirmation. 

Sure enough, Matt was casually walking towards your table with a hand holding onto Foggy’s arm. Because of course he’d show up the one Thursday night you’d randomly popped into Josie’s. And of course he’d be looking handsome as fuck with his slightly messed navy blue tie and a few buttons undone on the top of his powder blue dress shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the thick, muscular forearms that you loved so much as his winter coat hung over one arm. It looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days either, but somehow the darker stubble only made him look more handsome. His hair was just a bit windswept from the walk here from their office, your fingers itching to comb through the dark strands and fix it as you'd often done so many times before. Your heart constricted in your chest at the sight of him and his easygoing smile–it wasn't fair that he looked this good. 

You shifted back in your seat, a wave of nausea rolling over you that was entirely unrelated to the alcohol as you focused on the table. Clearly he’d known you were in here before he’d decided to come in anyway. You weren’t even sure what to make of that. Probably wanting to be friends , you thought bitterly. As if it was just that easy to pretend the last eight months hadn't happened. As if they hadn't been the best eight months you'd ever had. But maybe they hadn't been near as great for him. Tears burned at your eyes at the thought and you rapidly blinked them back.

“Hey ladies!” Foggy greeted, though you heard the bit of tension in his voice as he acknowledged you, saying your name which was more of a show for Marci to pretend that Matt didn’t know you were seated there. “I didn’t know you three were here.”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously down at the table at the tone of his voice. Somehow you didn't believe this wasn't some elaborate setup between your friends. And while you didn’t believe Matt had been a part of it–you were sure he wasn't because he could have easily just called if he'd wanted to talk to you–he had nevertheless gone along with it. 

“We were just having a little girl’s night,” Marci answered her husband.

“Ahh, well, we’re very sorry to intrude,” Matt replied in that charming way of his. “We just figured we’d grab a drink after the long day. We didn’t know you were all here this evening.”

Matt quickly greeted Karen and Marci before he said your name, the word sounding a bit pained as it came from his mouth. Your eyes remained fixed ahead of you, unable to look at him just to your left as you muttered a quiet greeting in return. Your heart was squirming in your chest, aware of his blank gaze on you from your peripheral. This was uncomfortable.

“We…can grab another table,” Matt offered awkwardly. “If you’d all prefer us–”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, eyes still avoiding him. 

“You know, I think I’ll go grab us some beers,” Foggy announced, clearly feeling the discomfort and finding an excuse to disappear.

Matt’s hand reached out, falling onto the back of the chair beside yours. He pulled it out slowly, taking a moment to sit down at the table beside you. You picked up your beer and took another drink, ignoring the matching looks Marci and Karen were shooting you. When he’d settled into his seat, you saw him adjusting his glasses on his nose from the corner of your eye. He said your name again and you flinched.

“How have you been?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

You bit down on your tongue, fighting back the bitter laugh that threatened to spill out of you. How had you been? Fucking heartbroken, that’s how you’d been. What kind of a question was that? But you sure as hell weren’t about to admit that to him. Not like you figured he would truly care, considering he’d never once reached out to you after the breakup or the kidnapping to see how you were doing. Why the hell would he suddenly care about how you were doing now?

“Fine,” you answered sharply, intentionally not asking him in return. You didn't care he could tell it was a lie.

He shifted in his seat, the movement seeming a little uncomfortable. Good, you thought, let him feel uncomfortable. It was the very least he deserved. 

Matt cleared his throat loudly, his attention shifting towards Karen and Marci across the table. “Do you maybe mind if we have a moment to talk?” he asked them.

Your eyes snapped shut as you heard the pair of them scooting their chairs back across the bar floor instantly. When you opened your eyes again, Karen was clearly urging you with her eyes to talk to him.

“Yeah, sure,” Marci said. Her gaze landed on you as she added, “Just let us know if you need anything.”

The pair of them grabbed their drinks and made their way towards Foggy at the bar. You sighed, feeling like somehow this had been a setup. You focused on peeling the label off of your beer bottle again, unable to look at Matt beside you as he turned in his seat, facing towards you. He sat focused on you for a long time, neither of you saying a word. You sure as hell didn't want to be the one to break the silence. But the longer you both sat there without speaking, the more uncomfortable you felt.

“I’m sorry for…what I did,” Matt finally said, a nervous tremor in his voice. "How horribly I ended things."

Your hand tightened around the neck of your beer bottle, eyes glaring at it. For some reason his simple apology after what he'd done only pissed you off. Especially since he hadn't even bothered to reach out to you, it had been your friends orchestrating whatever this awkward meeting was.

“No you’re not,” you shot back, drawing the beer to your lips for a drink.

Taken aback, Matt’s head tilted to the side. Out of the corner of your eye you could see his brows furrowing behind his dark glasses at you, his lips parting in surprise. You lowered the bottle to the table and continued to fidget with it.

“What?” he asked.

“You’d have to actually regret your actions to mean that,” you answered, still not looking at him. Even you heard the bitter edge in your voice as you continued. “And judging by your utter silence over the past two weeks, you don’t. I don’t remotely believe you’re sorry for how you just broke up with me after everything and then left me there. And honestly, I don't want a half-assed, unfeeling apology from you.”

“Sweetheart–”

“ Don’t ,” you warned coldly, cutting him off firmly as your eyes finally landed on him. 

There was that sick feeling churning in your gut again, something unpleasant instantly washing over you just at the sound of that term of endearment you desperately wished to hear him say with the love and feeling he used to say it with. Matt sat frozen beside you, almost as if he’d accidentally slipped up with saying it himself and only realized it when you’d spoken.

“Don’t call me that,” you said firmly.

He nodded quietly, his mouth thinning into a straight line. You saw the movement of his throat as he swallowed hard, his face dropping down towards his lap. A confusing mix of emotions flickered through you as you let yourself take in the sight of him before you. 

There was a large part of you, one that had been quickly growing over the last week, that wanted to yell at him. Maybe curse him out even. You wanted to tell him off and make him hurt, to make him feel even just a fraction of the pain you’d been feeling because of him. You wanted to tell him how pissed you were that he hadn’t emotionally been there for you after what had happened, though you’d certainly tried to be there for him. You wanted to tell him the fucked up part of that evening wasn’t the way he’d fucked you after, but the way he’d broke your heart and left you broken and alone–and then never reached out to you afterwards.

But there was also a part of you that was dying to throw yourself out of your chair at him. You wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest and cry. You wanted to feel his strong arms around you, hear his voice whispering in your ear how sorry he was and that everything would be okay. That he didn’t mean it. That he loved you still. That he wanted to fix things and talk through what happened.

Instead, he broke the awkward silence with one of the last things you wanted to hear.

“I’d like to find a way to apologize. To be friends, if that's alright?” he said, voice soft. 

You winced at that word again. 

“I don’t…want this tension between us,” he continued. “I uh, I don’t know if you would like that as well?”

Your hands tightened around the cold beer bottle on the table before you again, eyes glaring daggers at it. “Friends?” you asked skeptically.

“Yeah,” he replied quickly. “We can talk about something else for now. Like maybe why you’re covered in bruises?”

Your eyes narrowed further at the brown bottle in your hands, brows creasing together. “How do you even know that?” you asked.

“The uh, sound of your blood,” he answered awkwardly, clearing his throat.

“Of course,” you muttered under your breath. “Well, I don’t think it’s really any of your concern,” you said, turning back to face him.

His face fell at your words, but your focus immediately shifted to just past his shoulder. A young brunette was determinedly making her way towards the pair of you, her eyes fixed on the back of Matt. Your grip tightened even further around the bottle of beer in your hand.

“Hey,” she greeted, cutting in the moment she reached the table. 

Matt startled in his seat, almost as if he hadn’t been aware of her approaching the pair of you. He turned a little in his chair, shifting in the direction of the young woman. She smiled down at him, tucking a strand of hair nervously behind her ear. You wanted to puke.

“You know, I’ve noticed you in here a few times before,” she continued, ignoring you as she spoke, “and I’ve never had the nerve to just come say hi. I noticed you don’t have a drink, can I…maybe get you one?”

Your blood felt like it was boiling as Matt sent her that charming smile of his. It was like the universe thought it would be even more amusing to not only force you to have the friendship talk with Matt, but to then throw a pretty girl flirting with him in the middle of it. Because it’s not like your heart was hurting enough as it was, no, you needed to be reminded that this man drew attention from beautiful women everywhere he went. He didn’t need you .

“I appreciate that, but my friend has already grabbed me a drink,” Matt told her.

“Oh, okay, well maybe I can get the next one?” she asked hopefully, her hip leaning up against the table.

You lost it when Matt laughed lightly at her open flirting. As if this whole situation wasn’t killing you slowly to be stuck watching. Shifting in your seat, you drew your beer up to your mouth and downed the last half of it before roughly setting it back onto the table. The noise caused both of them to focus on you. Sliding out of your seat, you hoped Matt could feel the glare you were shooting him.

“I’ll pass on the friendship,” you told him.

“Oh, shit, was I interrupting something?” the young woman asked.

You shot her a sarcastic smile, ignoring the way Matt was quickly turning back towards you in his seat. “Yes,” you told her bluntly. “You were. But I’m done here. He’s all yours, sweetheart .”

Matt said your name, his tone almost desperate. “Wait,” he begged you. “Stay, please.”

But you didn’t. 

You made your way towards the exit, the sound of your heart hammering in your own ears as you went. At the bar, you noticed Foggy, Karen, and Marci all wearing sad smiles. Even Josie behind the bar seemed to be shooting you a sympathetic look. 

Fighting back the well of tears, you pushed the door open and left the bar. You didn’t need to force yourself to endure the pain of that situation any longer than you already had. The Matt you’d known would have told that young woman off for interrupting that conversation, for acting like you weren’t even there, but for some reason this time it had felt like he’d done the same.

You hugged your arms across your chest, sniffling hard as you walked back to your apartment alone, somehow feeling worse than when you’d begun your evening. 

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“Oh uh, I’m–I’m so sorry,” the young woman said.

Behind him, Matt could hear her taking a few steps back, but he was more focused on the sound of you lightly crying as you hurried away from Josie’s. He didn’t care when the young woman behind him slunk quietly away, he hadn’t even noticed her initially when she’d approached the table anyway. If anything, she’d been a frustrating interruption that he’d tried to politely get rid of, one that had blindsided him and made him further nervous when he’d been trying to figure out how to just talk to you. 

Which, somehow he still fucked that up, too.

Your heart was beating unsteadily in your chest, though you were getting further and further away and it was quickly becoming almost impossible for him to keep focusing on it. He’d noticed it had been beating irregularly a lot lately whenever he passed by your apartment at night.

Though he had noticed the way it had stuttered in your chest the moment you’d seen him tonight. He’d also noticed the momentary uptick in your body temperature, the almost imperceptible flush on your cheeks, and the rush of pheromones rolling off of you when you’d first spotted him. He couldn’t deny that it had pleased him to still see your body reacting like that just at the sight of him, either. He always loved how you had reacted to him, consciously and unconsciously. 

He had to admit it was difficult for him tonight to refrain from pulling you into a hug or drawing you in for a kiss–and fuck how he missed the taste of you on his tongue, missed the feel of your warm, soft lips always so eager for his. He missed the way you curled in against him whenever he embraced you, the scent of you filling his nose and those soft little sighs he didn't think you realized you made each time he did wrap you in his arms.

But you’d quickly become angry with him after that initial jolt of attraction. He felt the increase in your blood pressure, the race in your pulse, the tension in your muscles. You’d been subtly grinding your teeth, too, besides the nervous fidgeting with your beer bottle–which had been your third beer already. You’d been pissed at him, even more so after he had idiotically asked you how you’d been. Though the anger was rightly deserved; he had been an asshole. And even though he still felt it was best to not pursue something romantic with you to keep you safe from himself and his extracurricular nighttime pursuits, he hadn’t wanted to entirely cut you out of his life. Matt loved you too much to lose you permanently even though he knew how selfish that was. 

But he also didn’t know how to reach out to you after what he’d done and what had happened. He didn’t want to give you false hope for something more between you both, because as badly as he wanted that, it wasn’t safe. He wasn’t safe. But he was desperate to apologize and to help you understand why you were better off without him. So he had to admit that he had been a little bit happy when Foggy had told him about Karen and Marci’s ploy to get the pair of you to talk at Josie’s. At least he could blame it on them if you’d gotten mad about it–which it seemed like you had.

“What the hell happened?” Foggy asked, his tone light and teasing as he plopped into the chair beside Matt. “We leave you two alone for barely more than five minutes and you send her running off looking like she’s on the verge of tears!”

“It wasn’t intentional,” Matt murmured.

Foggy slid a beer towards Matt and he accepted it, uttering a soft ‘thanks’ before bringing it to his lips for a deep drink. He could feel Foggy’s eyes on him.

“Well, so what happened?” Foggy pressed.

Matt blew out a rough breath, raising his glasses with one hand and rubbing at his eyes with the other. “I don’t really even know,” he admitted. “She’s mad at me. Which I get and I definitely deserve that anger. But I barely had a chance to truly apologize, or to try to ease the tension before attempting to again. She certainly didn't want to hear it the first time. But then I was interrupted.”

“Ahh, yeah,” Foggy said, nodding. “Figured that’s what did it. Why didn’t you brush that girl off like you usually do?”

“I was trying to!” Matt quickly defended. “I didn’t even realize she’d come up to the table until she’d been talking. Wasn’t even remotely focused on anything else but our conversation. So when that woman showed up she threw me off entirely. By the time I was trying to send her on her way it was too late.”

Matt’s heart ached in his chest at how it felt to call out for you to wait, to just stay to talk to him, only to have you just walk away from him. Though he knew that pain didn’t feel remotely as horrible as when he’d done it to you two weeks ago.

“You know,” Foggy began, “that whole friendship thing is bullshit. You love her, man. Couple weeks ago I was pretty sure you were debating on ring shopping. What the hell happened? And don’t,” he continued sharply, Matt hearing the way Foggy’s hand rose and pointed a firm finger at his chest, “tell me it’s because she was kidnapped.”

“But it is,” Matt stressed, his hand gripping his beer bottle in frustration. He leaned in on the table closer to Foggy as he harshly whispered, “Backman’s men took her to get to me, Fog. Me . They held a gun to her head because of me . She doesn’t–doesn’t deserve that. She deserves to be with someone who won’t put her in danger. Who won’t have dangerous people kidnapping her because of what they do. Or put her in danger because of who they are." Matt roughly shook his head, drawing the beer back up to his lips. “She’s safer without me.”

“That’s stupid and you know it,” Foggy shot at him. “You know, Karen said she’s been taking a bunch of self-defense classes lately.”

Matt frowned as he set his beer onto the table. “That’s why she’s covered in bruises?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” Foggy said. “And for the record, still really weird you can notice that.”

“Further proves my point,” Matt muttered, shifting in his seat.

“What point?” Foggy asked.

“She’s taking self-defense classes now, after what happened,” he answered. “She wasn’t afraid before, but now she is. And that’s on me.”

Foggy cleared his throat, the sound of him nervously chewing on his lip not lost on Matt. With a sigh Matt’s head turned to his friend beside him, raising a single brow.

“What?” he asked. 

“It’s just…” Foggy began hesitantly, “Karen said that she’d told her she was taking the classes because she no longer had Daredevil protecting her, not–not because of what had happened.”

Matt’s frown deepened, a pang hitting him in the chest at that information. “I’ll always protect her,” he replied immediately. “Always.”

“Karen also said that…there was more to it than the kidnapping,” Foggy continued awkwardly. “That uh, some of it was about what happened afterwards? When you two uh–” he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “–you know.”

Matt grunted in frustration. Foggy’s heart nervously sped up at the sound.

“It uh, it’s really none of my business, man,” Foggy quickly added, “but Karen said she had repeatedly stressed that whatever happened was entirely consensual between you two. And I just think you two need to just sit down and talk.” “Fog, no,” Matt snapped. “I’ve told you already, her and I can’t happen. I won’t willingly put her in danger.”

“Matt, come on,” Foggy pushed. “She's miserable. You’re miserable. We all see it. You’re always out in the mask, too. You’re barely sleeping anymore, man. Always so distracted at work. And if you’re not grumpy, you’re mopey. I’m worried about you, Matt.” Foggy leaned closer towards his friend, resting his elbows on the table. “Dude, you love her. What the fuck is it going to take? Just talk to her. Stop torturing both of yourselves needlessly. Apologize and work it out.”

“I heard you the first time, Fog,” Matt grumbled, bringing his beer back up to his lips. “I intend to find a way to properly apologize. What I did was…wrong. And she shouldn’t have met that side of me. But anything more than friendship between us is not happening.”

Foggy was shaking his head roughly, Matt could hear the way air was moving around the pair of them. He could practically feel the disappointed look on his friend’s face.

“You just can’t ever let yourself be happy, can you?” Foggy asked, his voice sad.

“That’s not what this is,” Matt stated firmly.

“Isn’t it?” Foggy asked, his brows creasing together. “You’ve been the happiest I’ve ever seen you for the past eight months. Because of her . She’s perfect for you–hell, she accepts the weird and very unsafe hobby you have with open fucking arms! She accepts you ," Foggy pressed, placing a hand on Matt’s shoulder. "And the first time something goes wrong, the first time things get really scary for both of you, you just fucking bolt. You’re scared, Matt. That's what this is. You think if you leave her first, you won’t get hurt. But guess what buddy?” Foggy's hand left his friend’s shoulder, waving it around at Matt, gesturing roughly at him. “You’re already hurt. She's hurt. And you did it to yourself. But it doesn't have to be like this and deep down you know that."

Matt grit his teeth together, shaking his head as his focus dropped down towards his beer. “That’s not what this is,” he repeated.

Beside him, Foggy’s shoulders slumped as a sigh left him. He picked up his beer and took a long drink.

“If you say so, Matt,” he said, tone disbelieving. 

This was about keeping you safe, Matt told himself. His friends just didn’t understand.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #daredevil x female reader #matt murdock series #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil x reader #matt murdock angst #fftd

[twice-inamillion]

Jihyo’s Concern

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Chapter 190 

(Important concerns that need to be addressed.)

The group has the day off, and most use this opportunity to rest after completing a successful comeback. The night before, Jihyo asked you for some alone time to clear her mind after a busy couple of weeks.

With Jisoo at her grandparents, the both of you have the afternoon to yourselves, so you decide to go for an afternoon drive. 

You drive on the road with a fantastic view of the coastline, the windows down, and the air blowing Jihyo's hair. You can't help but admire how beautiful she is, your future wife. "You look amazing, Jihyo. I'm the luckiest man in the world to have found someone like you."

"You're the lucky one. I'm the one that went after the pursuit; you had no chance, haha," as she gives you a loving smile. 

She grabs your hand and intertwines it with hers, "I'm glad we took this time apart from everyone."

"Good thing you asked, it's been a hectic these past couple of weeks, but it's finally over."

"Haha, we did a good job; thank you for Fancy, it's such a good song. From what I could see, Once loved the song."

"Really? I'm too afraid to check, so I haven't been on social media."

"Oh yeah, the group chat has been flooded with pics of Once's comments on the song. You really did an amazing job, Mr. Producer."

"It's only going to get better, I have other songs in mind."

"I know they’re going to be great."

"Thanks, also… I got the finalized song list for the upcoming tour, so you might want to tell the rest to freshen up."

"I'm so excited! I can't believe we are going on tour again but this time, its a world tour. Can you believe it, going abroad to sing in front of international Once!"

"It's to be expected, you girls work so hard; you all deserve the best."

"Thanks, but that has been making me thinking about what we are going to do with the babies. They're growing too fast and are more active than before. I don't think we can bring them with us; the constant traveling from city to city, I don't think they will be able to handle."

"You're right. Three of them are over a year old, and they are going to start to run and throw tantrums; it's going to be hard to hide them. There is also Da-eun, who's only a few months old, and she is still too small to travel internationally. It's one thing to Japan and taking them since it's so close but going to other countries, it's going to be hard."

Jihyo's hand begins to shake slightly. "What are we going to do, oppa? I don't want to leave them behind, but we can't take them either."

"We're going to get through this. The tour's first leg is around Asia, so we won't be too far out. Let's see; we have two days in Seoul, one day in Bangkok, Manila, and Singapore. They're spread out that we'll be back home. The only part that would worry me would be the North American concerts and the last leg of Asia. Maybe we can ask your mom to watch over them for the first leg."

“I can ask, but I also don't want to rely on them too much, you know. I feel bad because it's not just Jisoo this time; its four children. Plus, taking care of an infant like Da-eun with Jisoo and Ari, I don't think it's would end well."

"Hmm… I might have another option, but I don't know if you are going to like it." Jihyo sees your hesitation, "Come on, tell me, don't keep it to yourself. You already opened your mouth, just spit it out," as she smacks your arm. 

"Okay, but just keep an open mind."

"Yeah, I'll try."

"You know how I go to the company building for meetings, right?"

"The one in the mornings."

"Yeah, well… there are times when we have a long break in between or finish early, so I shop for groceries here and there. Well… I've bumped into Chaeyoung's mom several times, and we talk here and there. She's sweet and friendly; she even invited me for lunch and asked me about Chaeyoung and the rest of the girls."

"Oh really?” with a suspicious looked.

"Yup, she mentioned how lonely she is at home since her two children are adults and no longer live with her. I feel bad because she gets so happy when I stop by to the point that I even bring her groceries from time to time. She's even shown me some childhood pictures of Chaeyoung; she was so cute when she was small, haha."

"Seems like you have a lot of time on your hands," as she gives you a side eye. 

"No, it's not like that. I forgot my main point…" as you try to remember why you brought up the subject in the first place. "Oh yeah, during one of our talks, she mentioned how hard it was for her to raise chaeyoung and her brother as a single mother. She struggled a lot until she enrolled them in a nursery. She said that they liked it so much that she ended up as a volunteering at the nursery as well. I remember her saying that she still does it from time to time, so I thought that maybe we can ask her to watch over the kids since she's more than qualified."

You watch as Jihyo remains silent and gives it some thought. "You haven't told her about the kids, right?" 

"No, I haven't said anything. All we talked about was your life as an idols and Chaeyoung. Well, she did ask me if I had something going on with Chaeyoung, but I just said that we like to mess around."

"Wait, what do you mean by mess around?"

"Like playful things, you know, joking around that type of stuff."

"Hmm, okay. That's fine."

"So what do you think? Should we ask her?"

"Hmm, if you think she's qualified, then I don't think it's a bad idea. Will we need to talk to Chaeyoung about it and check if she's willing to do it."

"If not then we can ask Mina's mom. Mina has mentioned that she always asks about the kids, so she might be willing to do it if we ask."

"You're right; with my mom and Mina's mom, I think we can make it work. It would be a win-win situation on both sides; the babies get to see their grandparents and spend time with the grandkids."

"Okay, sounds like a plan. All we have to do is talk to the members about it."

As you reach the final destination, you park the car in a spot that has a perfect ocean view. Parking high on a cliff gives you the best view of both the ocean and the surrounding terrain. "It's been a while since we have been right, oppa." "Yes, maybe a year or two?" "You're right, even before Jisoo."

"Wouldn't it be nice to live near the beach?" as you look at the beautiful scenery. Jihyo reaches for the cooler in the back and gives you an ice-old soda and some snacks. "Here, I picked this up before coming here." The both of you stay silent as you take in the view. 

Minutes pass in silence until Jihyo says, "What do you think about moving?" You're surprised by her question, "You mean getting a new house?"

"Yes, the house we have right now is doable, but with Sana's pregnancy, it will be difficult. Mina, Dahyun, and I have our own room, but the rest of us share, so it will be hard once Sana gives birth. We don't have the space anymore."

"You're right. I've been thinking the same thing lately."

"I've been looking online for any houses with rooms for all of us or two houses next to each other, but I haven't had any luck," sulks Jihyo. You try to comfort her, "It's going to be okay; we just have to try a pick harder."

"Just thinking about it makes me so stressed; I just can't help it. Eventually, the babies will need a room when they grow up; it's not like they can always sleep with us. They are going to want their room once they're older." 

"This might sound like a crazy idea, but what if we build our dream house? We can buy our own plot of land and build it how we want. Just imagine this, a large house, plenty of rooms, a big kitchen, a backyard, and a playroom for the kids." 

The idea of having a house built from the ground up sounds like a dream. You watch as she is in deep thought, thinking of what her future house could look like. "Okay, let's do it. If I want to have a big house, enough for all of us to live comfortably."

With Jihyo in agreement, you tease her, "We can even have a room that we can use to have fun," as you wink at her. Jihyo immediately understands what you mean, "you dirty boy," as she smacks your thigh.

"Haha, I'm just joking." 

"No, maybe we should," as she looks at you with a lustful face. She slowly rubs your thigh, "We can have some fun and not worry about anyone bothering us," she said before pulling her hand away. 

"I would really it; maybe we can try for a second one," as you wink at her. "Stop, you're going to make me really want one. You know how busy we are right now, so maybe later when Jisoo is a bit older."

With a disappointed face, you accept your fate, "Okay. I'll get on the process then." The both of you enjoy the rest of your evening together as you walk by the beach. 

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Jihyo and Jisoo take a bath together once they get home after a long day. You tuck them into bed, kiss them goodnight, and return to your room. 

You look online to see the requirements to purchase land in Korea and compare prices between locations like the city, countryside, and suburbs. While browsing, you remember your friend Samatha from college and give her a call. After a long conversation, she recommends you to a friend she worked with for her bathhouse. Your night ends with you making a list of potential requirements for the perfect home. 

#twice #twice fluff #kpop fluff #male reader #twice smut #kpop smut #twice jihyo #park jihyo #twice angst #kpop angst #TM smut

[noyasaur]

hi! Can you talk a bit about you jjba dr? (If youre comfy ofc!) ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

an introduction to my jjba dr! ✩₊˚.⋆

cw: spoilers for jojo's bizaare adventure!

-> hihi! and yes omg ofcc!! i haven't shifted to my jjba dr yet but i would LOVEE to just ramble all about it if you don't mind 😌 gonna make it all aesthetic and cute too cuz hell yea😍

-> all images used (except the dividers) are from pinterest and full credit goes to the authors of these images :)

★ . about my jjba desired reality!

right now, i only have one jjba desired reality which the whole thing about is me going on all the adventures from part three to five!

i think in the future i want to have a few more desired realities like one experiencing part two and part six and maybe even more of the parts if i end up finishing the other mangas! i also want to have a jjba dr set in modern times and also a jjba-based reality with kpop idols!

the timeline: in my main jjba reality, i've changed the timeline of some things so i can experience all the adventures in the different parts with the jojo boys in succession one after the other.

for example, when i first shift to this reality, i start with going on the adventures of part three with jotaro and the other stardust crusaders. the events of part four happen a year after the events of the stardust crusaders adventures when me, and jotaro are ordered to go to morioh by the speedwagon foundation to investigate well, jotaro's 'cousin'😭

in this reality, there was no affair 😙 joseph has a daughter and a son: holly and hugo. hugo is holly's younger brother and when he graduates high school, he goes off to japan for university. however, he meets tomoko there and they become a couple. long story short, he gets her pregnant and he never told any of his family, in fear of what they might say about him having a child so young. so that's how there is no affair that makes everyone go crazy, how josuke exists and how i can experience adventures when i'm not an old lady and i don't have to wait like twenty years between each adventure! (lmao)

obviously i can't live without kakyoin being dead and everyone else, so they live in this version 🤗 also, i made dio sort of less? evil? he doesn't actually commit any crimes against other humans (except blood-sucking ew but he doesn't kill anyone and just keeps people hostage as slaves and maids while he does his evil bidding eek) but is just hellbent on 'destroying' the joestar bloodline.

thinking about adding some other people into this reality too? for example, i was really contemplating adding sunghoon into this reality and making him one of dio's sons or something but during part three, he turns on his father and helps us defeat him 😜 this is a possible addition but i'm not sure if i'll go through with this or not!

i also have some generational pact with the brandos (i didn't do it, my grandpa did smh), though i fight with the joestars. long story short, my grandpas was in love with dio and made a pact that he would swear to protect the brando bloodline (my grandpa = speedwagon but dio's version) /hj might explain this later but im still in the works with figuring out how it's going to work and the backstory behind it!

★ . about me!

background: i was born in australia on the (??\??\???? - not sure on the dates and whether i want it to be set in the 80's or the 00's). i was born with a faint, butterfly-shaped marking on my back. none of my parents knew what it meant but as i grew older, it continued to grow darker, and darker. self-conscious of the odd mark etched into my back, i bandaged it up to hide it. i lived a pretty peaceful childhood. however, the after i turned thirteen years of age, very strange occurrences kept happening to me.

there were some instances where things would become heavier or lighter, or where my parents felt as if they were moving in slow-motion or faster than usual. i would get weird dreams, some of the past, and some of the very, far future.

little did i know, this was all the work of my stand manifesting.

not knowing what was happening, i was shipped off to japan to live with my uncle, in tokyo in hopes that my uncle would be able to fix whatever was going on with me. you see, my uncle is a very spiritual man. while he works as an astronomer and a psychologist, he is very knowledgeable in the likes of tarot cards, magic, and otherworldly forces (etc). he did everything he could and that was in his power to try and figure out what was happening to me, since that was his forte and all.

and thus, after years of dealing with these strange incidents, at the age of 15, my stand manifested before me. i was crossing the street, on the way back to my uncle's apartment from visiting a convenience store. however, i didn't notice a car zooming towards me until it was too late. i shut my eyes, assuming it was all over. this was my fate: i was going to die a horrible and painful death. and there was nothing i could to about it.

i shut my eyes, bracing myself for the impact and my inevitable doom.

i waited.

and waited.

and yet, i felt nothing.

the impact never came. the excruciating pain and blast i expected to feel, never hit my body.

i was alive. and completely unscathed. but. . . how?

i wearily opened my eyes and to me confusion and horror, i saw her. i saw a strikingly beautiful but eerie human-like creature floating in front of me. it had it's arms extended out toward the car, which was now moving at an impeccably slow snail's pace.

after standing there in shock for a few seconds, i shook my head and scurried away.

around a few times after this incident, the frequency at which i had those 'weird' dreams dramatically increased. they turned from being a fortnightly, even monthly occurrence, to having those dreams many nights in a row, back to back.

oddly enough, with every dream i was having, i couldn't help but feel they were starting to feel a lot less like dreams but a lot more like visions.

after two weeks of more odd visions and happenings, i finally told my uncle. he was deeply puzzled as he tried to make sense of what was happening to me. and after a few minutes of pondering, something washed over his face.

was it relief? or more confusion?

did he finally work out what was happening to me?

but in the end, all he told me what that if i were to ever run into a man with the name 'Joseph Joestar' he made me promise i were to stick with him if i ever met him.

i asked him who he was, and all he replied with was: "Joseph? oh why, he's just a very good old friend of mine."

and so, i continue my life as usual, trying to deal and overpower these strange incidents and even became familiar with my beautiful and endearing new creature. luckily for me, i was enrolled in an online school so any incidents i would have would hardly leave a scratch on my grades and records.

although, this completely changed in the last year of my high school.

you see, my uncle wanted me to have a 'fun' and 'memorable' high school experience, especially considering it was my last year. and so, he enrolled me into an actual high school, which would change the course of my fate forever.

and what a 'fun' and memorable year it was. . .

(i am so sorry if this is so corny omg this feels so corny sdsdjs)

★ . my stand!

my stand name: Ancient Dreams (In a Modern Land)

statistics: power: B Rank speed: A Rank range: B Rank durability: A rank precision: B Rank potential: A Rank

abilities: weight drop! (weight change): the ability to change the weight of anything. can make objects or people light, or make objects or people heavier. the stand user cannot use this ability on themselves. the ability can be activated by shooting small orbs or energy at the opposing object or person, where they will have a butterfly emblem on them, shaded corresponding to a highlighted moon phase on my stand, which corresponds to the 'levels' of weight taken off the person. flash! (speed manipulation): the ability to change the speed of any object or person. however, this can only be done when the stand makes contact with the object of person. dream telepathy/communication/travelling: has the ability to communicate with others during their dreams, or enter one's dream through a meditative trance, with the help of their stand. the stand user can appear in one's dreams and communicate with the person, and also manipulate their dreams. however, the stand user cannot physically harm their target's through their dreams. rather, it is a soothing and positive technique that puts the target in a state of comfort. dream energy: the stand has the ability to shoot out energy orbs as a way of fighting. the orbs are made of 'dream energy' and can easily damage and slice through objects, depending on the manipulation of the orb. the orbs can be thrown in their pure form, or even me manipulated into whatever the stand user desires. for example, i could turn dream orb into a 'dream sword,' made from the cosmic energy of dreams and fantasy.

appearance: has a slim and feminine appearance. it's body is a gradient and mix of light baby blue, lilac purple and cotton candy pink, with the phases of the moon imprinted on it's chest. it wears a majestic headpiece of a butterfly on it's head, which is coloured a shimmering mix of pastel gold, purple and pink. it's eyes are a deep blur colour, and has transparent blue 'butterfly' wings.

🪐 saturn's note:

-> um this was a little more than just 'talking a bit about it' but i hope you found this interesting and enjoyed! kinda scared to post this because i've never really talked about my drs like this so it's new to me but also fun 😍 i might update this here and there and i def swill reblog if i do or just make another post for anything else you're interested in!

-> oh and when i shift there? hell yeah am i going to be writing and sharing my experiences omg 😩

#🪐 ― saturn's drs! #⭐ ― saturn's jjba dr! #shiftblr #shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #shifting realities #reality shifter #shifting blog #desired realities #noyasaur

[anohai]

[Spoiler warning for those who haven't played or finished the Burning Shores DLC]

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Just wanted some place to add my thoughts on the DLC and the Aloy x Seyka (Seyloy?) romance in particular outside discord spaces.

I want to start this off by saying that I definitely appreciate Aloy getting to experience this for the first time. She deserves happiness more than anyone, and I think this journey made her realize that love is something she is capable of yearning for. Something she does want in her future. The idea is now tangible instead of questionable or unattainable for her.

That being said, I'm not entirely sold on her dynamic with Seyka.

Don't get me wrong, I like Seyka! But she and Aloy are so much alike that it leaves something to be desired of the ship. They're less compelling because even though they definitely vibe with each other, they don't seem to share enough differences that would balance the other out. The only major difference was Seyka's sense of community and Aloy's indifference to it due to her upbringing.

Seyka represents the kind of person I think Aloy would have become had Aloy been able to grow up a normal life with the Nora. Still strong, fierce, and compassionate, yet willing to bend & break the rules if it means protecting everyone or changing things for the better. Not to mention Seyka is unafraid to questions things nor does she follow anything blindly despite coming from a tribe who are known for their convoluted beliefs (not unlike the Nora). I think this is where some of Aloy's admiration for her comes from and why she believes Seyka is so "special." That and Seyka just happened to tick a lot of boxes for Aloy straight from the get-go, which only spearheaded her infatuation.

There's no denying there are feelings in place, and no matter which flashpoint you choose, all options are valid and can be considered canon. However, all 3 options lead to the same result; Aloy and Seyka part ways without any promises or anything established. Both girls have too much on their plate & Seyka is heading home across the ocean.

All in all, this had summer romance vibes. Seyka was Aloy's first crush. One you can briefly allow her to indulge in. Simply a fling. "I don't know if we'll ever be anything more..." is what Aloy says to Varl's grave if you choose the heart option.

This makes for a great setup for at least one other romance option in H3 because Aloy is no longer a stranger to love. It would not be hard to say that enough time has passed for Aloy to have evaluated her experience further and come to the conclusion that it's very likely things would not have worked out between her and Seyka in the long term.

But having experienced those feelings would open up the possibility to go from the puppy love she had with Seyka to being able to develop something deeper and more heartfelt towards someone already established in the series. Someone who is currently more prominent in her life and is also aware of the burden & baggage she carries. Erend feels like the best contender under these circumstances, but it's hard to say if Guerilla will go with the more linear option as they did with Seyka OR if we're going the multiple route like some fans are predicting based off the flashpoint options.

This isn't to say I think it's impossible for Seyka to come back. Though if I'm being frank, I have a hard time seeing how it could happen. Not only is the Quen homeland so far away, but it feels like Seyka is still entirely too dedicated to her tribe to just up & leave. As much as she says she feels like an outcast in the end, she has a pretty solid position among the Quen and honestly? The fear of her truly becoming an outcast was barely there to begin with what with the admiral's confidence in her & the compliance officers being no more than school-yard bullies when it came to authority. Then even if Nemesis wasn't a looming threat, Aloy now has Beta and an AI who is in charge of the entire planet's biosphere to overlook for awhile. Realistically speaking, I don't see a future for Aloy and Seyka as long as either of them have their own lives that are world's apart from each other.

Who knows what will happen though? If nothing else, I genuinely hope Aloy finds happiness in whatever way that means for her by the end. She deserves to live her life.

my little shipper heart is gonna continue rooting for ereloy though

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[tachineko]

what are some of the best bl's you think released this year?

hi!! so far i think this year has been good with bl's but i think these few are the ones that i think stand out the most.

currently airing

my personal weatherman

this one came as a shock to me. i haven't been keeping up well with mbs' bls, given that "eternal yesterday" scarred me for life. but knowing the original source, i saw the announcement of them doing this and thought, you know what, maybe it won't be so bad. it won't. and i got shocked at how much i love the actors, the setting, and the characters. i loved this series so much that my tiktok fyp page was filled with one of the actor's cute tiktok dances, and i guess that's just the algorithm for me.

kiseki: dear to me

you can already tell from the amount of gifsets i make that i love this bl. initially, i only watched because i know that my favorite bl scriptwriter, lin pei yu, who i've been a fan of since her first bl, was in charge of the series. but as it went on, i was begging for more because of how much the actors, the plot, the characters, and the setting draw me in. it will honestly become one of my most favorites after it finishes airing. the whole thing just gives off that history-trapped vibe that i've been yearning for in taiwanese bl for so long.

i feel you linger in the air

having read the original novel (go buy and read it. it's amazing), i was expecting this one to be just fine. now that a few episodes have been aired, i'm aware that they did some cutting from the novel to fit the lakorn-style series. still, the quality, acting, and chemistry are so good. i wasn't confident at first since it was directed by tee, but then again, you can't always judge a director from their other few series. especially since this one deals with heavy themes of identity, culture-bound issues, and history. so far so good. i think this might be a standout bl for this quarter.

completed

our dating sim

one of the hit bl's that i personally wasn't a fan of at first, but then i saw how good their chemistry was and how well thought out the plot was. i was also shocked that even the actors themselves didn't expect this series to blow up because it was great from start to finish. one of my favorite scenes this year is that one scene where kitae had an emotional breakdown in front of wan.

sing my crush

this one surprised me the most. having released all their episodes in one day, i was shocked at how long they've kept this from us. it was filmed during the start of the pandemic, and it was only given to us this year. such an amazing drama series.

though one of the reasons why i found this amazing was watching it when i was sick, so i guess that contributed to it.

unintentional love story

what i loved about this series is the length and character progression. it just goes to show that k-bl's have the potential to become full-length in the future.

moonlight chicken

another masterpiece made with love. i think there's not much i can say about this series other than it's one of those classic bl's. i recently recommended this to a friend for their first bl, and they loved it and became a fan instantly.

jun & jun

a bit controversial, but i think my own perception of this series was different than everyone else's. what i love about the series is its outstanding chemistry, easy-to-consume plot, and actors' visuals.

to me, this bl feels like thailand's first step in making korean bl. let me explain. one of the reasons why this series has some hint of thai production in it is because of the presence of high heat among the main characters.

now, a lot of people complain about the quality, but to me, it's fine. it's fine because it's not a series that's meant to be taken seriously, and it's also nonsensical for the sake of easy consumption among viewers. though i gotta say that the actors have great potential to be in other bl's as well.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Hii, I hope you are doing well💜💜💜

I wans wondering how would the member react to Snowball Princess eating something she wasn't supposed to and gets sick for a few days??

"I think it's best to talk to her about filing for independent living." The nurse offers kindly. "Or at least slowly ease her into it, to make sure she properly prepared. She got away with a scare this time, but considering her age, she needs to be a bit more careful moving forward." She reminds the idol, who soberly nods at that reminder.

He knows that. He's known for a good while now.

And he's also been thinking about the future for a good while now. He knows for a fact that you're a part of it- one that's not possible to be just cut away like that, no matter how hard he'd be able to try. You've been at his side for so long, have bonded with him so tightly that he would probably feel like he'd lost a limb if he was to lose you.

He can't.

When he steps into the room you'd been staying in for a few days after having accidentally eaten non-hybrid foods a week prior, he smiles gently at you folding your own clothes. He instantly walks closer to help you with the task, feeling a little weird to have you do this on your own when he or the boys have always done it for you in the past. When did they stop? When did you learn to fold so neatly?

"I'd like you to stay with me for a little bit." He says softly, and you open your mouth to disagree- but he shakes his head. "Not because I think you're not capable of living on your own baby, just.." he thinks over his words for a moment, before he finishes his sentence. He knows it's a delicate matter for you, and while he can't truly understand why you're suddenly so eager to get away from them, he wants to make sure you feel validated in your decision, even if it's not what he wants you to do. "...we haven't really spent much time together in a while, no?" He asks, and you seem to think- before you shrug.

"..but you have schedules." You mumble.

"Then let's go together?" He offers, zipping up your little overnight bag. "You know I love traveling with you."

"But it's a hassle." You shake your head. "You're gonna have to-"

"I know, I've done it before, hundreds of times?" He chuckles, hand on your shoulder, and you seem in thought, before you tear up, bottom lip trembling. "Hey, no, what's wrong?" He worries at the sight, helping you sit down on your hospital bed where he holds your face close to his chest.

You remember him doing that.

He held you like this after the first nightmare you had at their dorms, where you've been too scared to ask to sleep in someone's room because you thought you might come off as childish- even though, technically, you had still been somewhat of a child at your age. The first time you had to stay at the hotel all by yourself, and they'd rushed out without saying they'd be back. The day you got the news that your favorite caretaker back at the center where you'd grown up had passed away, her last gift to you a dried flower cast in resin, to last forever just like her love for you would. When you'd gotten scared by a passing firetruck turning on its sirens, causing you to trip and scrape open your knees, shock of it all proving too much to just be passed off as nothing. The night you'd gotten lost in London after having strayed off too far, tag on your neck having helped Jimin find you quickly.

And he'd held you like this when Jin left for the military, and when Hoseok did.

Who will hold you like this when he leaves?

Who will hold you like this while he's gone?

How long until you forget those memories?

Will he be there when you mourn the loss of them one day too?

"Hey, you're okay.." he tells you softly, hand on your back trying hard to calm you down. He's aware you've been going through something he's not too sure of. At the beginning, he'd thought it must've been from Seokjin leaving. But it had just gotten worse now, and in a way, it scares him how far you seemed to have slipped from his fingers. Everyone's, in fact.

You're right here, in his arms, and yet you seem miles away, way out of reach.

And he doesn't know how to get to you, how to somehow get a hold of you again.

"Why are you so far away?" He asks quietly, and your ears move at that, before you slowly move to look up at him. "I want to help you but I don't know how." He offers, and you look away, eyes jumping from his necklace to his collarbone, from his ear for the hem of his shirt. You don't know either. You don't know what he could do to make you feel better.

You don't know if you can feel better.

"Jungkook talked to me too. He's worried about you just as much as Yoongi is. And Namjoon. And everyone else." He asks, hands on your knees. "What's happening?"

"I don't know." You shrug, because you truly don't know. "I feel like I have to decide something because things are changing, but I don't know what the question is. I don't know what I'm supposed to choose because I don't know what the problem is I'm supposed to solve." You ramble to him, and in a way, he breathes a bit easier now hearing you open up again.

Like you're taking a step towards him again, back into his range.

"Princess, why are you making things so hard for yourself?" He asks gently. "I feel like you're looking way too far ahead right now. It's okay to try and be prepared for what might change- but you can't put your present life on hold just because you're trying to figure out what's not even decided yet." He tries to reason with you. "There's things we all know will happen. Things that probably will happen, things that might, things we're not sure about and things we don't even know yet." The idol explains, wiping your cheeks for you. "And it's fun to try and color in the future, even if there's no lines to guide yet. But you can't get lost in that." He shakes his head.

"I ruined it all now, didn't I?" You worry quietly, looking down. "I made everyone upset, and worry, and sad-"

"You were trying to make it easy for us, and that's understandable." He smiles encouragingly. "And I appreciate that. Everyone does." Jimin nods at you. "But the easiest for us is when you're with us. That's when we're happiest."

You sniffle a little, having calmed down now. "...do you think my vaccines are still up to date to fly out?" You ask meekly, and he laughs happily at you, pulling you close so you can't spot how he's holding back tears.

"We can worry about that when we're home."

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