#dancing along to song is natural!!! it's a human thing to do!!

[unityrain24]

i feel like more people should dance around

#dancing along to song is natural!!! it's a human thing to do!! #i shouldn't have to feel embarrassed/ashamed to dance in ways that express myself around other people #just because my dancing isn't a popular style nor a proffesional techniques artFORM!!! #let me bounce around and shake my head around and stop/change every few seconds #unityrain.txt

[ohdeerfully]

Hii! I really like your work :3

Can you do demon alastor and his goth human girlfriend comfort scenarios? :D

hii! i hope i did some justice, i dont know much about alternative subcultures (,: i tried something new, with some bulleted headcanons and a oneshot afterwards! thank you so much for the request! <3

How to Summon an Overlord

Alastor x Goth!Reader (fluff) TW: mentions of animal death/taxidermy

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Alastor definitely appreciated the goth aesthetic

He lived in Hell, yeah, but a lot of the style there was more punk or grunge. Not that he even knew what these words meant but he could visually tell the difference

Similarly, you adored his red color scheme. You thought it complimented your black extremely well

He wasn’t particular about the music, it wasn’t quite his taste, but he didn’t mind listening as long as it was with you. He could manage to enjoy what you enjoyed

You typically conjured him into your world two or three times a week. You weren’t a busy person, but he was a busy demon

You typically spent a while before seeing him getting into a full goth getup, perfecting your white foundation and sharp eyeliner for what felt like hours 

He would assure you that it wasn’t necessary, but wasn’t overbearing about it. He knew some people just liked to get dressy

He did kind of like knowing that you were so excited to see him and show yourself off to him though

The dates you shared with him were… untraditional, to say the least

He enjoyed taking you out deep into the forest to explore and find bones and such to add to your collection at home. You were brave alone, but before meeting him never dared going as far in as you two did. There was so much you had been missing out on

He would never tell you, but when you weren’t looking he would use some of his powers–which were much weaker in the human realm than in Hell–to quickly catch and kill a small rodent if you were having no luck. He knew you’d probably get upset with him about the morality of it

Even though you’re literally dating a demon

So like. What morality

“I was a hunter in my life,” He had said when you caught him standing over the corpse of a deer. “I know how to… track them. When they’re dying.”

You loved that sinister grin of his. You never knew what was really going on behind it, but you found that and his glowing red eyes so… attractive. Oddly enough

At-home concerts were a must. As stated earlier, he wasn’t a huge fan of your taste in music, but he would never admit it. He did his best to follow in your steps and you swung your arms and sang out to your song of choice

He forced you to dance along with him to some jazz, too, of course. He left you no option for that

Baking was probably the most normal thing you two did together

He didn’t like sweets at all, but he liked shaping the dough into little themed cookies

He also loved helping you dye your hair; so much so that the second your roots started showing signs of your natural hair color he was the first to point it out

He loved being able to sit behind you and run his fingers and work the dye into every strand of hair. He didn’t care if it stained his fingers

Gifts weren’t very common from him, but you could tell that when he did get you something, a lot of thought went into it

Recently he had given you a dainty black chain with the most beautiful, glimmering blood-red ruby dangling off of it

You always asked him about what Hell was like. You asked and asked and asked, so many questions. And he was happy to talk your ear off in return

Part of him wanted to convince you to choose a sinner’s path, to join in him Hell. Honestly, he had a feeling you would if he simply asked. You seemed genuinely devoted to him

But, at the same time, the other part of him did care about you in a way that didn’t want to see you stuck in that place. Even with him

That was something he’d think about later

You were always so upset when it was time to exorcise him back to Hell. Harsh words, but it was just technicality

You clung onto his fingers for longer than you needed to. You knew he’d be back in a few days, but you had begun to feel increasingly lonely in the time between his visits

He would give you an affirming squeeze on the shoulder, and rest his chin against the top of your head for a moment before you performed the ritual

He kept in contact with you through the haunted radio you met him through, of course, a daily meeting that had become routine

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You loved antique shopping. 

Especially when you end up with your own little haunted radio.

Especially when that radio had the smoothest voice, with the most peculiar and out of date accent. It was charming. And, it knew your name.

You sighed as you stroked your fingers down your cat’s back, smiling softly as it arched into your touch. Your legs were crossed in front of you, sporting a comfortable and fuzzy skull-patterned pair of pajamas. Your eyes kept flicking expectantly to that old radio, and you were growing impatient. You hadn’t heard from the demon haunting it all day, and you were growing lonely.

It felt incredibly surreal and peculiar, feeling ghosted by a literal ghost. Or demon. Or monster. Or whatever it was.

You weren’t really a lonely person, preferring to stay inside–enjoying the comfort of your cat and a good song or show as you practiced tattoo flashes on the kit you bought yourself as a birthday present. But you had grown fond of that voice, as strange as it may seem. And you believed he had grown fond of you as well, what with the pet names he had begun referring to you as.

A crackle of that radio made you jump to your feet, which startled your cat. You quickly ducked down to apologize and rub behind his ears before scampering over to the coffee table and crossing your legs as you sat in front of it. You couldn’t help the smile that beamed across your face.

“Little bat,” The voice practically sang. You rested your head on your hands, careful to avoid a fresh piercing you had given yourself earlier in the day. “Sorry, I’ve been quite busy with my duties down here.”

You sighed, a childish grin playing across your face. “I was beginning to think you forgot about me. After all that work I did repairing you.”

“Darling, I would sooner redeem myself in heaven than forget about you.” Your brow quirked at his statement.

“Isn’t heaven like… all sun and happiness and grandeur.”

“You’d be surprised.”

You let the conversation end there. You couldn’t get over that voice of his. Maybe it was the combination of the accent and the filter of the radio over it, but you just knew this demon had to be a handsome one. Though, you had considered the idea of him being some sort of terrifying, eldritch horror. You could probably get behind it, honestly.

You purse your lips in thought, fantasizing about seeing the owner of the voice.

“Why haven’t you told me your name yet?” You asked him. A few seconds passed by.

“How incredibly rude of me!” He announced, and he sounded genuinely upset with himself. “I forgot my manners, I truly never expected this radio to be touched again. I’m Alastor, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” You laughed a bit, playing along with the formality. You reached forward and brushed a settlement of dust near the base of the mesh cover. 

“Hey,” You said slowly. You continued after he responded with a hum of curiosity. “I have a bunch’a books on like… summoning demons. And stuff. Do you know if…” You trailed, hoping that he was catching the idea.

He did catch on, and you heard an amused chuckle. 

“I’ve never thought about it,” Alastor admitted. “I’ve been too busy down here to really care about visiting the human world.” Even through the filter of static, you could tell his curiosity was piqued. And you were suddenly very, very excited.

“Stay here,” You jumped up without a second thought and scampered into your room. You had a cabinet full of small antiques and trinkets, from cute bunny figures to reptile skulls. You gingerly opened a lower drawer, careful not to knock anything over, and rummaged through an old storage of books you didn’t often touch.

While you were in your room, you quickly swiped on basic makeup. There was no way you had time to do a full face, you felt that you were risking it already even putting a little bit on. You teased your hair and threw on a simple outfit, layering some jewelry over it. If you were going to summon a whole-ass demon in your house, you wanted to at least look hot. Obviously.

You hurried out back into your living room. You felt a little nervous as you neared the radio, which had gone quiet. Usually, when Alastor was connected, there was a garble of frequency that announced his presence.

You skimmed your fingers across the mesh and, nearly instantly, he was back. You wondered if he felt any physical connection to the thing. You decided to ask him about it later. You gently picked up the radio and traveled into your basement.

It was the perfect ambience for this type of thing. A bit dreary, empty, cold… You really only used the basement for storage, so the air was thick with dust and stagnant oxygen.

“Okay. I got a couple books on different ways I could go about this. I should have all the candles and salt and stuff…” You flipped through the pages, muttering as you set out different books on methods of evocation that seemed interesting around you, your legs crossed comfortably.

He hadn’t said much since you mentioned summoning him to your realm. You began to wonder if this was a good idea. Were you jumping the gun? Was he actually as interested in you as you were in him? Did he want to see you?

You suppose he noticed the long pause in your mumbling, because he finally spoke. 

“Find anything, (Y/N)?” You smiled at his question. You took that as a good enough sign that he was interested.

“I found some… I just hope one of them works.” Alastor simply hummed in response.

You carefully drew a symbol on the concrete floor, hand dripping with white paint. Your arm was pressed against your chest to keep your stack of necklaces from dragging along the ground you kneeled down on. Your eyes flicked back and forth between your work and the book, trying to make it as perfect as possible.

Alastor hummed a little tune as you laid out the necessary candles. A few white ones dotted the formed circle, for “purification and spiritual protection” the book said. You figured it wouldn’t hurt, just in case Alastor did end up being some hideous monster. You crossed your fingers.

“Okay…” You said slowly, standing up to examine your work. You bent over to pick up the book you followed. You also carefully placed Alastor’s radio in the center of the symbol you drew. “Get ready.”

You read over the words a few times before trying out the chant. 

You must’ve done it just right, because as soon as the words began tumbling from your mouth, a wind manifested and twirled around the circle you had created. Amazingly, the candles remained lit.

The lace on your clothes billowed in the wind, and your hair blew into your eyes. You furrowed your brows in an attempt to stay focused and kept your eyes on the paragraph. You could see that radio slightly glowing out of your peripheral.

A flash of light concluded the chant, and your eyes squeezed shut at the unexpected shine. You had thrown your arm over your head, and carefully began to peek under your elbow as the wind settled.

The candles, save for the white ones, had all gone out and the room smelled heavily of the smoke that curled from the extinguished wicks. And, in the center of the circle, the radio was gone.

And a demon sat in its place.

He was sitting, arms catching himself on the ground and a puzzled look on his face. The transition between realms obviously wasn’t the smoothest ride, but he quickly gained composure and stood up, brushing off his clothes.

The first thing you noticed was how tall he was. How he loomed over you, even from a couple feet away. The next was those piercing, dangerous red eyes of his as he made eye contact with you. And then his lips curled up in a wide, yellow grin.

“A pleasure to finally meet you in person, little bat, quite a pleasure,” He said with a dramatic bow. You were too stunned to speak, simply looking up at him with your mouth agape.

You realized that radio filter over his voice wasn’t exclusive to the radio itself, because his voice cracked with it as he spoke to you. You swallowed your intimidation and stepped towards him. He wasn’t a disgusting tentacle monster, which was awesome. He was actually… incredibly handsome. Lucky you.

“It’s… so good to finally meet you, too,” you said. You reached a hand out towards him. His eyes followed your movement carefully, smile twitching and eyebrows narrowing as he considered your hand.

Your hand was stopped at the edge of the circle he had been summoned in. Some invisible barrier prevented you from getting any closer. You both looked down at your hand, and then back up at each other.

You laughed, breathlessly and nervously. After all that work, you couldn’t even get any closer to him.

“Those candles, (Y/N),” Alastor explained with a teasing grin. You looked down at the white candles that still had their flame. You cursed yourself briefly.

“I was, uh, a little nervous. That’d you’d be, like, you know…”

“A hideous, slimy monster?”

“Yeah.”

Alastor laughed down at you. “My dear…” His voice was suddenly incredibly menacing,  the scratching of his radio-like ambience becoming more aggressive. You felt a cold sweat run down your spine. As fast as the tone changed, though, it was normal again. His voice was light with humor once again. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about!”

You stooped down towards a candle to snuff it, but a quick rap from the demon’s cane halted you. You slowly craned your head up to look at him.

“You wouldn’t want to upset the delicate balance of a seance, my bat,” He said smoothly. “You can fix it next time. I should be going, I wasn’t expecting this… I have some things to do back in Hell.”

Next time, you thought, a tight feeling in your chest. You were incredibly excited at that idea, and it helped you not feel so bad about the short visit from Alastor. You nodded at him before turning around and fishing through the book for a banishment spell.

“I’ll… see you later then,” You said after finding the page. You pressed your hand against the invisible barrier again, to which he followed and pressed his own on the opposite side. You examined those long fingers of his. He smiled down at you. His expression was strange and unreadable.

“Until next time.”

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #fluff #goth reader #ohdeerfully

[she-walks-on-starlight]

You Ruined Me (Do it Again)

a/n: this is my first time posting fic to Tumblr so if I've made any mistakes please let me know so I can learn how to fix them 💖 this was also my first attempt at sevika x reader, I hope y'all enjoy! There are more parts that I can upload if y'all end up liking it

Warnings: drinking alcohol, referenced cheating, smoking, gambling, possessive!sevika, referenced sex (explicit!), sexually explicit teasing.

Summary: Your first night out in a while after leaving your cheating ex does not end how you expected it to...but then what did you expect, going to her club?

Word Count: 1.4k

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18+ | MEN AND MINORS DNI | 18+

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Final

You needed this. It had been too long since you hit up a club and just danced the night away. Work had been a bitch, your last breakup still lingered in the back of your mind, and it was high time that you simply had some fun.

Now, after several way too sugary cocktails that probably had enough booze to kill a small human, you were letting loose on the dance floor. You’d always been able to move your body just right, whenever a beat made you feel a certain way, it was guaranteed to have eyes on you as you swayed your hips and moved your feet.

You were twirling around with your best friend, Jinx, laughing and singing along to the tunes that blared loudly on the speakers all around you. You were having such a good time that you almost didn’t notice the door to the club swing open, an entourage of people swarming in being led by an imposing, hulking woman you knew all too well. Sevika.

Her short hair was tied back into the little ponytail she normally wore, that you used to love to tease her about. She still stuck to her favourite outfits, loose fitting pants with a chunky belt, a tight fitting tank top and the cloak that covered her mechanical arm to stop people from staring. She was all muscle, large hands with thick, talented fingers, solid arms with toned biceps.

Strong thighs that you knew were just perfect for lifting you high in the air and fucking you silly. Shaking your head, you focus on the beat of the song, the vibration of the dancefloor, the heat of the bodies moving wildly all around you. Now was so not the time to be staring at your ex.

Jinx groaned. “Is that who I think it is?”

You shrugged. “You know she has shares in the club. She practically owns it. Just ignore her and keep having a good time!”

Jinx giggled, throwing herself into your arms. “Amen to that, sister!”

You dance some more, for 20 minutes or so, completely ignoring the corner of the club reserved for gambling tables, knowing that’s where Sevika would be. It was getting hotter in the club as it got busier and busier.

You leaned into Jinx. “I’m gonna get a drink, you want one?”

Jinx shook her head, eyeing up a cute blonde girl who was also dancing with her friends. “Nah, I’m good, sparky.”

You giggled at her. “Okay! Happy hunting!”

She shot you a playful glare as you headed to the bar. It was pretty busy, but the bartender here was good, and he made his way through orders quickly. You felt someone sidle up next to you, feeling a pang of annoyance as her order was taken first.

“Whiskey, top shelf. 2 ice cubes.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Of course, it was her. You should’ve known from her size and the sheer heat that was radiating from her. You clamped your thighs together as your body responded automatically to her closeness. Now was not the time to let your pussy do your thinking for you. You stay quiet, hoping she won’t notice you.

Naturally, you’re not that lucky. She double-takes when she realises it’s you. “Y/n? What’re you doing here?”

You huff out an irritated sigh. “Just clubbing, like everyone else.”

The bartender hands Sevika her whiskey but she doesn’t move as you place your order. You hear her snicker when you order a sweet cocktail.

“Some things never change, huh? You still like your drinks to taste like juice.”

You glare at her coolly. “Yet my tastes in other areas have definitely changed.”

Her smile falters, but she soon masks it with a shit-eating smirk. “Oh yeah? So, you’re not totally down bad for me anymore?”

Your hands ball into fists, frustrated that she’d use your pillow talk against you, in such a public setting. You know reacting in any way will just add to her satisfaction, so you breathe deeply and relax your hands, grabbing your drink.

“I was a fool to be ‘down bad’ for you at all. You’re a real asshole, Sevika.”

You’ve lost sight of Jinx, so you find somewhere to sit and sip at your drink, your muscles thanking you for the break. You don’t bother trying to look for Sevika, your eyes find her at the poker tables out of habit. Judging by the large pile of coins at her end of the table, she’s winning. Nothing new there. You finish your drink, pushing your complicated feelings aside. She’d never have a chance again at winning you, that’s for sure.

You’re in the bathroom, applying a new layer of lipstick when she comes in. You stiffen as she enters, brushing past you to go into one of the stalls. Her hand lingers at the small of your back as she passes you. The gesture would seem innocent to most, but you felt the undeniable flutter of your pulse as the heat of her touch tore through you. You focus on the task at hand, steadily applying the dark shade as she comes out of the stall and washes her hand. You feel her eyes on you, roaming over your body in the tight, black dress you decided to wear tonight. It hugged your curves perfectly, kept eyes on your ass and your tits, made you feel powerful when people drooled over you. Just like she used to. There was a time where you would never have made it to the club at all wearing a dress like this. Sevika used to just quite literally tear them off you.

“It’s a beautiful dress.”

Her voice is low and husky. You try not to think about it, or let it replay in your head. “Thank you.”

You put your lipstick back in your purse. She smirks at you. “It’d look better on my bedroom fl-”

Without thinking, you turn and put a hand against her mouth. “Do not finish that sentence, dear god.”

You’ve made your first mistake. She reaches towards your face, and you stupidly let her, transfixed by her as you always have been, like a moth to a flame. A moth that really, really likes the feeling of being burnt.

That was your second mistake.

She steps into your space, her hand caressing your jaw. Your knees feel like they could buckle any second.

“Oh, princess, having trouble colouring within the lines again? Here, let me help…”

Her fingers trace your bottom lip, wiping away a smudge of lipstick. Your eyes flutter close, and your lips part, wanting, waiting…then you feel her.

She crashes into you like a starved animal, her lips devouring yours as she kisses you like you’re her oxygen. You can’t help yourself, you know you shouldn’t let this happen, after everything that happened between you, but it just feels so damn good.

It’s rough, it’s messy and it’s just so…Sevika.

Her body presses into you, and you moan as her thigh brushes against your core. She doesn’t waste the opportunity, her tongue invading your mouth, tasting you. She moans into your mouth when she does, which sets your cunt alight. Your need is growing, you know that you’ll be ruining your panties with how slick your pussy is getting but you care less and less the more Sevika kisses you, nipping roughly at your lower lip, her thigh rubbing against you. She knows how to work you up, after all she used to be the expert. Her hands are everywhere, gripping your waist, your face, your neck, and your ass. She loves your firm, little ass, palming it roughly, admiring how it fits perfectly in her hands. She tries not to think about how it almost belongs in her hands.

Sevika breathes out a soft “Huh” then you’re left in the cold as she moves her warm body away from you. A needy whine escapes your throat, and Sevika chuckles but you see no laughter in her sharp, grey eyes. You reach for her, but she dodges away, smirking at your confused, searching eyes.

“Not down bad for me at all, huh princess?”

Then she’s gone, leaving you panting and pissed out of your goddamn mind. She was playing with you, because that’s what she does best. You bruised her ego earlier at the bar, and that was her taking her revenge. Because why else would she kiss you like that, unless she wanted to prove that she could still make you squirm?

#arcane fanfic #arcane #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #lesbian #shameless smut #sevika brainrot #sevika fanfic #arcane sevika #jinx arcane #down bad

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡𝔼𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕪 𝕨/ 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤♡

...because there's 1001 ways outside of physical touch to be loved on by your darling bias/wrecker ♡

When you bring up something you’re passionate about and the other person doesn’t say much it can feel like you aren’t being listened to. With Lee Know you don’t have to worry about that. He might be quiet but he’s hanging on every word you say, memorizing the things that make your beautiful face light up. It’s important to him that you believe the things you say actually matter. That what has meaning to you will always by default have meaning to him too.

Chan is your safe space. Wherever you are you’ll always feel like you’re at home as long as he’s by your side. The whole world could be crumbling around you and you wouldn’t be afraid because you know he’ll protect you. There’s nothing you could ever do to deem yourself unworthy of his love. You could make what you think is the biggest mistake of your life and that wouldn’t change a thing. You are forever the same wonderful human he fell for. 

There’s nothing wrong with crying. If it’s because depression’s kicking your ass today or because you saw a particularly cute cat video, Felix won’t make you feel weird about it. Honestly, he might end up crying right along with you. There’s nothing you can’t open up to him about. He wouldn’t dare tell you that you’re being too sensitive or that you need to suck it up. Shed as many tears as you have to and he’ll be right there to dry them. 

Seungmin has got his own unique way of showing affection. A way that sometimes makes you want to bop him in the back of the head for being such a menace. As much fun as it is annoying you, he goes out of his way to make sure you’re taken care of. You’ll never want for anything and if you do he makes sure that you have it. Ice cream craving at 2am? He’ll drive to the gas station to get it for you, even if he whines about it a little bit. 

Any random idea you have I.N will be on board with. Matching Halloween costumes? Let’s do it. Dancing on the kitchen table to that one song you love that you only listen to when no one’s around? He’s already up there extending his hand to pull you up with him. There’s nothing too “weird” or “random” for him. All of the things about you that you feel are strange are the exact reason why he can’t imagine a life without you. They’re what makes you you. 

Hyunjin is here for the deep early morning/late night conversations about things you might be too afraid to open up about. Of course, he loves to see you smiling and happy but he also knows that life’s not that way all of the time. There’s bound to be days, even weeks maybe, where the darkness creeps in and it’s a bit too much for you to bare. It’s much easier to cope with knowing that you won’t have to bare it in secret. He’s right there with you. 

Speaking of having tough conversations, Han is never afraid to hear you out if he hurts you. Naturally, it’ll upset him that he hurt you to begin with. He won’t get defensive though or ignore the pain you’re experiencing. Accidental or not, he’s gonna spend as much time as it takes to hear you out so that it doesn’t happen again. Open communication is everything between the two of you. He doesn’t see how he can say that he truly loves you without it. 

Changbin is very particular when it comes to you. He treats you like an absolute princess and anyone who comes around you better do the same or there will be hell to pay. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re capable of taking care of yourself. You’re not some fragile thing to him but you do deserve to be treated delicately. He showers you with every drop of softness he has in him because he treasures you so dearly and he’d wage war if anyone put a scratch on you. 

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #changbin x reader #bang chan x reader #seungmin x reader #lee felix x reader #lee know x reader #han jisung x reader #jeongin x reader #hyunjin x reader

[spikezonebby]

hi !! saw requests for song fics are open, may I request something angsty with fem!human!reader x megatron (idw) to ‘young and beautiful’ by lana del rey ? 🥹 <3 thank you in advancee

Young and Beautiful (IDW Megatron x Fem!Human!reader)

Word count: 1,070

Eighty years. Humans lived for a measly eighty years.

You change right before Megatron’s optics. Your hair grays, your skin sags, your bones grow thinner. Like the very universe was sapping you away from him. Vector Prime alone could grant him all the time he needed to write a poem about all of the moments he lived with you.

But how could he begin to write when every time he picked up his stylus, you were that much further from him? He longed to capture the feeling of you and immortalize it in a data pad, but then you’d touch your tiny, soft servo along his gray bottom lip plate and take him away. Remind him that you were his moment. Here for a second, gone in a blink.

You flare, you flicker, you fade.

You asked him once, if he’d love you even after you weren’t so soft. You weren’t so pretty. And your mind wasn’t as intact as it once was.

Megatron’s answer was immediate.

“Even once the spark of your life extinguishes, and I won’t stop even for a klik after.”

You may have lamented the way time and age changed you, but Megatron learns to see unique beauty in it. There was something beautiful in a life lived so long that you COULD age, it was a promise of peace and resilience. You lived, you fought, you came back again and again. A force so strong that it took time itself to put you down.

Megatron thought that was romantic. Not in the way of kisses in summer or dancing in the moonlight, but the cosmic way. In the way that atoms and space dust collect together and become new stars, or how he realizes, in the grand scheme of things, so, so many tiny and nearly impossible things had to happen for you to be his.

As you grew older, you grew more rapt by his poetry. You blamed it on growing old and sentimental, he argued you were always sentimental. You had always found it fascinating, but Megatron believed that perhaps you took some comfort in it.

“Do you think, because I love you… I’ll be there in the Afterspark waiting for you?”

You were resting against his neck cables, curled up between his shoulder armor and helm vents like a tiny glitch mouse. The ardent heat of energon pulsing up the lines of his throat felt good and helped soothe some of the arthritis in your hands. He had to rest his chin on his servo, propping his helm up at an angle to keep from squishing you, but he hadn’t the spark to stop you.

It’s a question that he’d pondered many times. For he who often pondered the nature of all things grand, the question of life after death was a philosophist’s energon and mineral tablets. 

“You do not have a spark,” He points out, shifting his helm minutely to a position slightly more comfortable for you to tuck yourself under, “So I would not expect you to be held to the same rules and expectations of Primus.”

“But, your God is real.” You raise as a counterpoint, “Any proof that various human gods are real could be considered dubious at best.”

“That is a point for the high queries of gods, but what of your lack-there-of spark?”

“What is a spark but life?” You offer, gesturing with your hands and making the round shape of a spark before your breast. Megatron loathed to move you from your warm perch, so instead he tips the data pad in his servo so he can see your tiny reflection. You look comfortable, hidden securely in his collar fairings. “Perhaps I DO have a spark, but it’s simply just a different form. After all, energy cannot be destroyed. It merely changes form.”

You chuckle, knocking your knuckles against his neck cables. “Julius Robert Mayer.”

“A human philosopher?” Megatron asks, setting his datapad aside to instead settle for reaching up and touching his digit to your lap. You take the hint immediately, and hold his huge digit between your two itty bitty hands. 

“Founder of the laws of energy conservation. Suppose most of us are philosophers in some way, though.”

You have to be, with lives so short and bright. Megatron keeps that thought private to himself, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. You were feeling thinner and thinner these days. He hoped you ate well enough.

“So, what have we come to the conclusion of in this conversation?” You prompt, bringing back your point, “That there is no true way to say I do not have a spark, and that it’s ultimately far more likely that Primus and his Afterspark wait for me than say… The Christian or Hebrew concept of God.”

“For there are too many to count.”

“For there are too many to count.” You agree, “But it is the most commonly applicable and the most similar to Primus.”

“But,” Megatron clicks his glossa, a smile coming to his face. He loved it so  when he could have these in-depth conversations with you. “That is also dismissing that humanity is a much younger culture than Cybertron was. Perhaps you will find proof that these things are indeed true, or perhaps something you had not even considered. Perhaps in the afterlife, you will have a veritable plethora of ‘heavens’ to choose from.”

“Then I’d choose to wait for you.” You say, “Or I’d choose some religion where I’d be reborn and I could fall in love with you again.”

“You could live again, redo all of the things you had missed. Unmake all of your mistakes.”

“You talk as if I considered you a mistake.”

He feels your tiny, cool lips press to the pulsing line of energon that is connected directly to his spark chamber. You laugh, giddy and sounding just as young as you were when he first met you. There’s a well of emotion there in his chest and, if not for millions of years of carefully cultivated control, he might have sobbed.

Instead, he settles for curling the whole of his huge, warm servo against your body, and recording this moment for all of time. The moment he writes on his spark that you wanted to be his in any life.

“I suppose it is not a mistake then, if you do not regret it.”

#transformers #mtmte transformers #idw transformers #idw megatron #reader insert #megatron x reader #request fill #song fic #Thank you for requesting!! #this got a lot more philosophical than i expected tbh

[thislovintime]

Remembering David Jones, and sending thoughts to his family and friends.

(Footage in this edit from the Blu-ray set, Getty Images, Australian TV, Extra, the 1990s documentary; audio 1 from Peter's 1999 interview with GOLD 104.5.)

“Genuine, reliable and huggable, Peter is a natural person — really gets off on talent — loves other musicians and can jam along with the best of ‘em. I saw him holding his own with Hendrix, Stills, Young. He encouraged me no end. Bought me my first guitar and my first drum kit. […] He used to walk with a swagger, shining his arms with a confident air. He calmed hysteria, and lifted depression. ‘Dried banana, anybody? Piece of orange?’ — smiling, waving, running his hands through his hair. He knew all the crew by their first names. Kids crying at his feet he lifted and hugged like a father calming a child. […] He’s the most musically talented of us all by a mike. His songs are real. ‘For Pete’s Sake’ — which replaced the Monkees Theme at the end of some of the shows of the second season — is one of my all-time favorite songs by anybody. I’ve joked a lot about Peter giving everything away. But it was true. He was always giving his spare room to someone who needed it for the night — anyone. And he always seemed far away somewhere — in a different space. But I’m glad I know him. Of all the things he gave me, he gave me lots of laughs — and food for thought.” - Davy Jones, They Made A Monkee Out Of Me (1988) “I enjoyed [Micky] the most, respected Mike the most, and loved Davy the most.” - Peter Tork, Hartford Courant, February 26, 1982 “Davy adored performing, and adored meeting and greeting his fans. He was tireless in making himself available to sing a song, do a dance, shake a hand; whatever was asked. I had heart-to-heart moments with him that were among the best in my life. I was blessed to know and work closely with him. He was one in about 6 billion, give or take. We won’t see his like again. He left much too soon. I share your sadness. Thank you again for this chance to contribute. God bless and keep you all.” - Peter Tork in a note for a Pennsylvania memorial event for Davy, also shared via Peter’s official Facebook page, 2012 Peter Tork: “He was a master of many aspects of this kind of thing [entertaining], and, you know, and we had some very wonderful personal connections, and I’m really sad to see all that gone.” Q: “He just seemed to be a fun guy. I know he loved horses.” PT: “Sure did.” Q: “And obviously loved Peter.” PT: “Sure did. Loved him.” - 94.5 FM (Phoenix), 2013 “[Micky] and Mike and I have a very cordial relationship and share a lot of common topics. We go to lunch together when we’re all in town and have a good time. I love and respect each of these guys in their own way, although the real joys that I shared with Davy were special. At one point we had some good hard connections but as the years rolled on, those things faded away. But I am sorry to see Davy go. He was the one member in the group that I had the strongest human connection with. I still have two guys that I love and respect left from the band, but we share a different dynamic.” - Peter Tork, Review Mag, May 27, 2016

#Davy Jones #David Jones #Peter Tork #Micky Dolenz #Michael Nesmith #Tork quotes #Peter and Davy #long read #can you queue it

[entomolog-t]

Finding Strength

Finally finished a G/t July Prompt; Impulsive! I’ve been planning this story for a little while based off of this post, and I’m so happy for an excuse to start posting it! 

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Next Chapter: Chapter 2

Word count: 2715

CW: Adult language

Life was good, thought Tamius, and he needed it to stay that way. The tiny man slipped out from the small hole he’d made behind the fridge, with more than just a little skip to his step. He found himself dancing as he trotted out from beneath the appliance, some peculiar human song stuck in his head as he strutted out in the open. Like clockwork, at 4:01 pm he had heard the human clamor down the stairs, apparently giving up the hunt for some misplaced bottle of perfume, followed by the thud of the door as she darted out of the house. A near identical scene would play out almost every other day; Always in a rush. 

This human's apparent lack of time management leading up to whatever it was humans did when they left their homes was the greatest blessing he could ask for. That titanic fool would pick up her phone, notice the time and barrel out of the house, hastily leaving whatever it was she had been doing unattended. Most days this was usually in the form of food left on the table, alongside whatever they had been doing on their laptop. 

He quickened his pace to a jog, the air around him filled with the scent of something absolutely divine awaiting him on the kitchen table. His parents had been so worried about him going out to find a place of his own- but man, they were worried for absolutely nothing. All that fretting and bothersome nagging about safety protocols and potential dangers had nearly had him question if he was ready to go out on his own- but this was so easy! He’d somehow managed to stumble across the easiest human imaginable; The epitome of obliviousness. This colossal oaf a woman was scattered, unorganized, and inattentive; the perfect combination in his mind. Scavenging was always plentiful, and even better yet, she never noticed a single thing he took. 

A total ditz, he thought. 

His luck hadn’t stopped there either. Even with her chaotic nature, this perfect mess of a human was somehow still wonderfully predictable; Out of the house by 4:00pm nearly everyday, back by 7:00pm, in bed by 10:00pm.

But the best part? That enormous twit was the least intimidating human he’d ever seen. He had watched them countless times, almost pitying them as they struggled with each step up the stairs. Their movements were perpetually stiff and sluggish, as if they were perpetually exhausted… The only time he’d seen any sort of energy from them was when they’d dart out of the house. 

He tossed his hook upwards, a smirk playing across his face as it caught the edge of the table on the first try. Oh yeah, this borrowing stuff is a cakewalk. Hand over hand, he scaled the length of kitchen twine he’d swiped a few weeks back, loving how its rough texture provided him extra grip as he climbed.

Heaving himself up, he surveyed his score. He could have kissed that bumbling idiot. There it was, a half finished stack of banana pancakes, complete with chocolate chips and maple syrup. His mouth watered. He walked up to the plate, hands perched on his hips. He had brought a wad of cling wrap to take back food in his bag… but…

Fuck it. 

She wouldn’t be home until 7:00, why not enjoy a meal at the table?

Tamius continued to hum that strangely catchy human song, reveling in the freedom of being out in the open. He found himself bouncing along to the rhythm, anticipation building for the oh-so-sweet bounty before him. Nimbly, he danced around the plate, his skillful movements filled with lighthearted vigor, as he avoided stepping in the pools of syrup. He ripped off a large and syrup soaked chunk of pancake, and proceeded to stuff his face. Thank God for dumb huma- 

His thought was interrupted by the slam of a door and a myriad of expletives. He felt his body go rigid.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to be late.”

Fuck was right. 

Deep breath. He hastily scanned his surroundings. Kleenex box on the table. Cup to his right. Bag on the chair- Bingo. 

He dove. 

Tamius landed in the open bag with a soft thud, rolling into a stand. 

He felt a familiar cocksure grin creep back onto his face. Too easy. This human could throw no curveball that could catch hi-

For the second time in the span of less than a minute, his thoughts were interrupted. His world lurched and he was flung back, narrowly stifling a yelp.

Oh- oh no.  

She had come back for the bag. 

It was his turn to curse; a torrent of expletives slipped from his lips, whispered fiercely through gritted teeth. Where the fuck was he supposed to hide?? He was trapped. Unknowingly caught. No. This couldn’t be happening. His heart pounded in his ears, nearly drowning out the thunderous steps taking him further and further away from his home. He felt his throat tighten. Fuck. He ran trembling hands through his hair, pulling at firstfulls as if should he pull hard enough he’d rip an idea straight from his scalp. The booming slam of the car door pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. 

He needed a plan, and he needed one now. 

Breathe. Scan. Asses. Decide. He inhaled deeply, and tried desperately to ignore how his breath quivered in his chest. He was fine. Not scared at all. This human was an absolute ditz. The epitome of human idiocy. He just needed to figure out how to keep out of that colossal ditz’ line of sight. The car engine roared to life and Tamius felt as his every muscle stiffened. They were leaving.  He steeled his nerves. 

Think. Don’t focus on the car. You need a plan. 

His legs seemed to move on their own, as if trying to keep pace with his frantic thoughts.

Okay, so I’m trapped. We are driving away from the house. If I stay in the bag, the bag will get brought back to the house around 7:00…

He chewed his lip. Three hours was a long time to lay in wait in the stupid confined space of the bag, but what other option did he have?? He could try to escape while that big oaf was driving, but then he’d still need to get back in the bag to get back into the house… The house that was growing farther and farther away by the second. 

What if he had to abandon the bag? He had no idea where he was. Even if he did, the distance to get back would be insurmountable. His heart hammered in his chest. Leaving the bag was not an option. There was no way in Hell he was leaving this easy life behind. He would figure something out… He had to. 

Tamius scanned his surroundings. The bag hadn’t been zipped all the way, and there was just enough light pouring through the opening that he could aptly assess his situation. He sat atop a towel, a pair of shoes to his left, haphazardly thrown in. There was a water bottle beneath him, along with various articles of clothing and a mishmash of smaller items scattered about; pens, deodorant, a granola bar, lip chap, perfume... He let a small smile creep on his face. This human was a mess, and he would not let himself be unintentionally found by someone incapable of intentionally finding their own belongings. If this idiot would just put things in the proper pocket, she’d have no- 

Thats it!

He took the small knife he’d fashioned from a discarded razor from his hip. That massive idiot never used the proper pockets! Carefully, he crawled towards the front of the bag. Closing his eyes, he tried to visualize how the pockets were oriented on the bag. In his mind's eye, he saw it; the pouch that sat at the lower half of the front of the bag. Yes! This would work! Opening his eyes, he cautiously judged the distance to right and left. He was dead center. Perfect. 

Taking his knife, he sliced methodically, keeping the incision as small as he could manage, lest his handiwork be noticed before returning home. Gingerly, he cut his way into the front pocket, clambering inside. He breathed a sigh of relief;  it was completely empty. She had no reason to peek in this pocket. He was safe. 

Tamius barely managed to finish his sigh of relief when he felt himself lurch forward as the car came to a halt. He clenched his teeth. Everything is fine. There’s nothing to worry about. The dumb human was just going to do dumb human things for a few hours and then he’d be back home, safe and sound. He just needed to wait it out. 

His world was jostled as the bag was haphazardly lifted up and slung around the human’s shoulder. He gripped onto the internal fabric of the bag’s front pocket to avoid getting sent flying around. His stomach felt as if it dropped farther and farther with each step, and he swore he could taste the sweetness of the banana pancakes rising up in his throat. Tamius swallowed hard. 

Enough of that. This was pathetic. He’d found a safe spot. All he had to do was wait around for what? Like 2 hours and change? A total cakewalk. Baby Food. An absolute nothing. This was fine and he was fine. 

He listened intently, trying to gather any information he could about his location and surroundings. The sound of a door closing shut... Foot falls echoing… Voices… Voices with a particular resonance. He grimaced. Wherever he was, it sounded like a large open space. As he continued to listen, his scowl deepened. He counted the voices; one, two.. Three… four, five, six… seven… 

He stopped after he reached 10. Suffice to say there were too many humans. 

The feeling of dread was overwhelming. He couldn’t see a damned thing, and though he doubted he wanted to see his predicament, the lack of sight gave him a creeping feeling of being vulnerable. The booming voices resonating in an open room so far above him… he felt so small. 

No. 

Not felt. 

He was so small. 

Of course he knew he was small. He’d never stood taller than a coffee mug for the entirety of his life… and yet… he never truly felt small. Not like this. This was overwhelming. The mental barrier he'd work so hard to wedge between his conscious mind and the primal fear that lurked just beneath the surface shook under the realization of his own insignificance. Just the presence of beings so astronomically larger than himself made his stomach churn. His head fell into his hands as he struggled to keep himself from shaking. God, he felt pathetic. Just a few hours. He could manage. He would manage. 

The booming chatter died down as the sound of human music filled the room. A strange rhythmic thundering coincided with the change in ambiance. He could feel the floor shake beneath him. As strange as the surrounding noise was, he welcomed the sound of human music. 

You could never know what it's like

Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice

And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you

You’ll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use

He found his voice joining in, shaky and soft,

"And did you think this fool could never win?

Well, look at me I’m coming back again, 

I got a taste of love in a simple way, 

And if you need to know while I’m still standing, you just fade away,”

As he sang along softly he felt his anxiety melt away, slowly but surely. The minutes dragged on, punctuated by changes in songs, and occasional muffled shouting, indistinguishable from the surrounding noise. Tamius tried to calculate how long he had left by adding up the approximate time of each song… two minutes here, four minutes there - 

Thud. 

A tremor far more impactful than all those preceding it shook him from his thoughts. He heard a distinct grunt, and then, again, another thundering sound of impact, like something colossal crashing down. The noise was far greater than any foot falls he’d ever heard. 

Thud. 

He heard a human speaking somewhere above him. Though muffled, he recognized it as his enormous dolt of a human. She had muttered something about needing to use more.. hip?? Surely he couldn’t have heard that right. 

Thud. 

“Better, but like, I feel like I’m not getting any pop, you know?” What??

Another voice muttered something in apparent agreement. 

“You mind if I try one more time?” 

This piqued his interest. Carefully he gripped the rear of the zipper, opening the front pocket just a fraction. Just enough to see what could be causing such a commotion… and what it could possibly have to do with hips and popping??

As he laid his gaze on the pair of humans the fear he felt was instantaneous and palpable (tasting strangely like banana pancakes). He knew no amount of quiet singing would quell the rising panic from what he’d seen. For a moment, it was as if his brain refused to register the scene before him, as he stood unmoving, mouth agape. He saw his human, but it was as if he was truly seeing her for the first time. 

Her messy hair, slick and soaked in sweat, and tied back revealing sharp and focused eyes. Her figure, no longer drowning in her typical oversized clothing, was not at all what he had expected. Her broad frame had always seemed to suggest she was heavier, and he'd assumed they had just been soft, or chubby… Looking now, she was certainly broad, but the size she carried was overwhelmingly muscular. Each thundering step caused her legs to tense and relax, giving Tamius flashes of muscular definition. He swallowed numbly. Awe and horror swirled in his mind. He wanted to look away… pretend he'd never seen the sheer power that had been sitting underneath her lazy attire, but he couldn't. This couldn’t be her. 

She was smiling; saying something to another human towering above him. He hated how familiar it was; her smile, her laugh… it was undeniably her, yet it was as if he could barely recognize the behemoth standing before him. He stared up at the pair, mind somehow both racing and numb simultaneously… And then they moved. 

He felt like the wind had been sucked out of him. 

Humans were supposed to be slow. His human especially. But the reality he had become so accustomed to seemed to crumble around him. The other human reached towards her, but with uncanny precision, she redirected the incoming arm before it could touch her, her body moving with obscene fluidity. Tamius found the ease of her movements disturbing, as he watched her clear past the oncoming arm, stepping in flush to the other human's side. Her free hand reached around their body, with her trailing hand snapping around the opposite side, locking her grip tightly around the other human's body. 

Before Tamius’ brain could catch up to what was happening, the human was airborne. 

Thud. 

His whole world seemed to shake. Both physically and metaphorically. 

No. 

No. No. No. 

He felt bile creep up his throat. This… this couldn’t be her. She's a mess. An idiot. A ditz. Not.. not this!  She fucking threw another human with such well practiced ease as slinging a bag over her shoulder. His knees trembled for a brief moment before giving out entirely. He fell back into her bag, tension rising as reality set in around him. 

That human was a threat. 

He looked down at his hands. They trembled. Stop.... Stop. Stop! STOP! FUCKING STOP! It felt as though he was pleading with his body, begging it to submit to him. His hands never stopped shaking. Hiding was all he had, wasn't it? Not strength, not speed, not agility… The only thing keeping him safe was the fact he was too small to be noticed.

And he needed it to stay that way. 

#LETS GOOO #G/T JULY BABY #I actually proof read something for once #praise me #Bonus points is anyone realizes what Tamius is named after #NEW OC WHO DIS #g/t #g/t july #g/t july 2023 #g/t fearplay #giantess #borrower oc #macro/micro #TamiusOC #Finding Strength #Giant/Tiny #g/t writing #Entowrites

[aziraphales-library]

hello library team!! i have a somewhat strange search going on that i'm having trouble parsing through:

i'm looking for specifically sfw omegaverse fics, any characters, any ships, it doesn't matter. yes, strange, but i love potential for worldbuilding. unfortunately, i can only ever find nsfw. i know mod d answered a similar ask a few years back, but i wanted to see if there was any hidden gems you could find.

i would greatly appreciate some help in this, much love being sent <3

Hi! Yes, we have some specifically sex/heat/mating-free a/b/o fics here. The fics I have here do include them as themes, but are non-explicit with no sex scenes. Enjoy!...

Till The Stars Go Out by WildestHeart (T)

Takes place roughly a year before Preparations. An attempt is made to woo Aziraphale into being Crowley's mate. Aziraphale has a different idea of courtship.

That Lavender Haze by KiaraMGrey (T)

Crowley has no interest in attending the party of some rich Lord. But with his title and inheritance on the line, he needs to find an alpha husband, and fast. But Crowley isn't like the other omegas. He's snappy and impatient and unwilling to be treated like some pet to an alpha. When the party goes south, he's sure that he'll never find someone compatible with him. But maybe he just needs to meet an angel.

Finding Home by Vagabond (M)

Aziraphale protects, as it is his nature. Whether it is giving away his flaming sword to defenseless humans, or coming to Crowley in his time of need, he sees it as his duty. If there's a little bit of love simmering beneath it all, especially when a certain demon's wings are laid out before him shivering with need, well. He'll do his duty first, and figure out the rest later. Or: an alpha angel and an omega demon eventually overcome the end of the world, their insecurities, and manage to find a home together.

Twice Bitten, Once Shy by JoseyxNeko (M)

Crowley is the new Alpha in Tadfield and on the opening day of his new shop a very angelic Omega walks in. They hit it off right away, and- what a coincidence! They both have seventeen year old sons. Their mateship is guaranteed, so long as their sons can get along. What could possibly go wrong? Warlock is the new kid in Tadfield, and on the first day of school a boy with a mop of dirty blond hair makes fun of his name. They butt heads right away, but what a coincidence! Their dads both want them to meet their new love interests. Their rivalry is guaranteed, so long as they don't get along. What could possibly go right?

Duty and Desire by Purple_Rose_Writes (M)

A Regency-Era GO Omegaverse Human AU Aziraphale Heavens has resisted taking a mate, but when the family hits hard times, he has no choice. His fears about being mated to an alpha he's never met are only heightened when Alpha Anthony Crowley is rather non-traditional. Is he doomed to a life of abuse and mistreatment? Or is there more to Crowley than meets the eye?

Stubborn Love by Get_Wrexed (M)

Lord Aziraphale Fell, the Viscount of Whitefeather Manor and heir for the title of Earl of Sussex is a reserved, persnickety fellow much more fond of literature than the tedious song and dance of noble society. Although he is in need of a mate, he is plagued with the residual fear of a heartbreak several years past. Lord Anthony Crowley, the youngest and only Omega child of the Earl and Countess of Sutherland, is a wild, untamable thing with a propensity for outspokenness and mischief, underscored by an intriguing disregard for etiquette despite the good breeding and education to know far better. Both are faced with the newfound knowledge that a True Mate awaits them out in the world, and are faced with the question: shall they remain in search for their destined partner, the other half of their soul? Or shall they forge ahead and write their own destiny? *** The turn-of-the-century nobility True Mates Omegaverse AU literally nobody asked for ***

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #mod d

[cthulhusstepmom]

What Is and What Could Be

Down in the bayou it’s never silent. The air is filled with the shrill calls of a million marsh birds, underscored by the harmonies of cicadas, crickets, and whining mosquitos. With a tempo set by croaking bullfrogs and sluggishly churning water, urged along by hooting owls and supported by the bass tones of bellowing gators. The song of the swamp is a busy tune, not unlike the brassy jazz played by those that live there. And if you know how to listen just right, it can tell you no shortage of things. 

In a warm and humid tavern a group of adventurers sits around a table, glancing furtively this way and that, squirming slightly under the judgemental stare of the more naturalized citizens. Things don’t often change in the bayou, it’s a wild place, untamed. Civilization has tried to reach within before and without fail it’s been pushed back with prejudice, those that do live here are proud of it and somewhat by design they tend to be a rather insular folk. By and large this means they don’t take kindly to most strangers. Particularly strangers that show up asking questions .

And this crew had been asking plenty, beyond the glaring offense of very clearly not being from around this neck of the woods. 

They rolled into town a few days ago, talking like Galticans or similar enough to them, and by the look in their eyes: running from who knows what. They found rooms at one of the nicer inns, kept to themselves and tipped decent enough(it takes more than that to ingratiate yourselves to the folk of Agwé) before they started asking things. Innocuous at first. They wanted to know about the circus going on just out of town, who the mayor was(useless question) and who was really in charge(that one earned them some begrudging respect). Then they dug deeper, asked about other people. Powerful people. People who are none too fond of having their business nosed about. 

However, if there’s one thing the people of Agwé like more than being stalwartly unhelpful to those they dislike, it’s watching someone else be stalwartly unhelpful and commentating on it over Sunday brunch and mimosas. 

“I’ll tell you what, you go on over to that carnival a ways outta town and I reckon you’ll find who you’re looking for.” A greasy tabaxi offers between wiping tables, battered tail flicking back and forth with a hard to determine emotion. “I wouldn’t dawdle if I were you, it won’t be in town much longer.” The Tabaxi returns to his business with a glinting smile and a few gold pieces that were well worth the trouble. If city slickers wanna go poking beehives it’s not his business to stop them, especially if he’s compensated for handing them the stick. 

The carnival itself is in full swing when they arrive, flashing lights and smells both sweet and savory assaulting their senses from the get go. The operation is staffed by a motley crew of goblinoids, bullywugs, humans, kobolds, and anything else one could reasonably imagine; in the corner of her vision, the half elven leader of the group of adventurers even catches sight of what look to be a few pixies working the crowd though the tide of patrons sways and they’re obscured before she can be fully certain. 

Games line the thoroughfare all of which, from the looks of a surreptitious investigation, appear to be thoroughly if subtly rigged. Arching above the sea of people is an impressive ferris wheel, bedazzled with twinkling magical lights as it turns and turns. Near it, a calliope booms a cheery tune over the sounds of hawking carnival workers, screaming children, and laughing patrons. A map near the entrance advertises a hall of mirrors, a freak show, and hourly performances in the red and white striped big top including a magic show, fire dancing, beast taming, and a spectacle led by the carnival owner at noon and midnight. Perusing through the carnival, wandering and wondering just how they’re meant to find anyone here let alone the one man they seek, the party save one(a dragonborn with a hand harp strapped to his side) seems oblivious to an odd quirk of this particular carnival. There doesn’t seem to be any clowns.

Their hotheaded gnome companion is easily egged into a game of strength(taunted all the while by a colorful lizardfolk wearing the symbol of the carnival), black eyes glitter with excitement as their minotaur begs to go to the big top to see the beasts in the next show as the small pseudodragon on his shoulder makes similar pleading motions, a disinterested rabbitfolk quickly snatches her hands away from a passing purse under the stern reprimand of an androgynous human with subtly glowing eyes. They come to the conclusion that they should split, agreeing that they will meet at the big top in an hour for the Spectacular, all concluding that should be their best chance to get an audience with who they seek. 

As they go their separate ways(one pair to the big top, one pair to the freak show, one making her way down the alley of carnival games and the last picking his way towards the concessions) the party is pulled into the atmosphere of merriment and none of them perceive the very distinct feeling of predatory eyes locked on their every move.

The party never gets a chance to reconvene at the big top. 

Instead, throughout the hour each one meets a disparate misfortune. The half elven woman drops to her knees at the edge of the thoroughfare, clutching her head in pain as the hand reaching for a holy symbol falls limp.

Behind her, the human spins about in panic, muttering a few infernal words before a hand is clamped over their mouth and ether slowly calms their struggling limbs. 

At a dart game, the dragonborn reaches to claim his prize and suddenly finds himself somewhere else entirely with only a moment to scream before his mind is enveloped in darkness and he falls to the ground fast asleep. 

In the large circus tent, the harengon thief is escorted away from her thoroughly distracted friend by a mysterious tabaxi claiming to be security, receiving a sharp blow to the temple as they walk towards a ‘holding cell’. 

Within the hall of mirrors, a black and orange hand reaches forth and yanks the furs worn by the gnome; sending her careening through the glass-turned-portal. 

Last to go is the minotaur. Enamored by the performance, he couldn���t pass up a chance to speak with the beastmaster of the carnival: an old goblin with an easy smile and a worn wooden ocarina. The only moment of warning he had was a deep hoot behind him before the world went dark.

Some indeterminate time later the human is wrenched from unconsciousness by a familiar, if perpetually jarring, voice shouting within their mind. In swift order they endeavor to wake the others, attempting to take stock of the situation. Their surroundings are dark, what little light is present struggles to illuminate anything through heavy curtains drawn over wide windows. Beneath them is an opulent rug, the color of which is hard to discern in the low light, and under that are tight wooden floorboards that match the walls of this space. What they can see of the walls anyway; most of the space is taken by lavish hangings and shelves of kick knacks, the one closest to them holds a beat up silver cigarette case, a small wooden figure of a two headed vulture, a clockwork dragonfly, a crocheted doily, a hip flask, and a vial that looks to house a small lily pad floating in water amongst a few other things. The air is thick with the scent of quality tobacco and warm food and the ambience it creates might even be homey and welcoming in the right circumstances. Though now, tied securely to chairs with no idea how they got there, it seems rather daunting. 

Spatially, the room is quite large. Wide enough for six chairs with displeased adventurers to be lined up side by side with a foot or so of walking room on one side. It’s longer than it is wide, maybe twice over though it’s hard to tell; the windows are positioned opposite each other in the very center of each wall, what light that escapes the curtains quickly stifles in almost absolute darkness before it reveals any sign of a far wall, at least to disadvantaged human eyes. What does catch their gaze and take their breath away are a pair of glowing dull magenta dots in the darkness. No, that’s not quite right. Not dots. Eyes . 

From the gasps coming from their left and right, some of the human’s more visually attuned party members have also perceived the eyes, and most likely the creature attached to them, whatever horrific beast it may be. 

Soon after they discover their predicament, the air is filled with the muffled noises of the carnivalé outside and underneath the muted cacophony the occasional grunt over a chorus of heavy breathing(the Thing on the other end of the room doesn’t move a single muscle, doesn’t even seem to breathe), a sliver of light falls upon the interior of the wagon. 

Creaaaaaaak. 

A door on the far side of the wagon opens. 

It takes a moment for the adventurers to get their bearing in the new light, when they do they first notice the creature connected to those dully shining eyes. 

A large bugbear stands against the far wall. He stands tall, the tips of his bat-like ears almost brushing the ceiling, limbs corded with lithe muscle, and a severe bearing that hints at confidence and ferocity. Running over his arms and up under his sleeves are large spots devoid of any of the dense brown fur that covers the rest of him, a closer look reveals thick rings of angry scar tissue, long healed but clearly agonizing once.

As the bugbear moves away from the opening door he reveals these new variables to their unfortunate situation. 

Stepping into the room with twin, thudding, clanks , a large fire genasi drags a pair of thick chains across the floor attached to weathered manacles that cover his forearms. The genasi is broad, with muscles that speak of hard labor and sheer physical power. His face is creased with deep laugh lines though the only smile on his lips at the moment is a malicious smirk as he reaches behind him to hold the door open. 

Lastly, a lizardfolk gentleman strolls through the door. He moves with the assured ease of a man who holds all the cards. Wearing a sharp purple suit, hand gripping the amethyst skull atop an ornate cane, the lizardfolk takes his time setting his top hat on a stand in the corner, breezing under the watchful eyes of the bugbear without a care for the sharp claws hovering near his snout. When he finally seats himself in a commanding armchair set front and center of the room, he casually fishes in his suit coat before withdrawing a sleek black cigarette holder and a cigarette from a mother of pearl case. It’s hardly in his hand for more than a second before the genasi at his shoulder provides a light at the tip of his finger before leaning with crossed arms on the back of the chair. As his back makes contact with the leather, a spidery hand covered in fur proffers a crystal tumbler of dark alcohol. 

After a long, weighted silence and a luxurious draw from the cigarette, he speaks. 

“What a do friends …”

#man in five years when they finish the module i'm so stoked for EVERYTHING to be HAPPY and OKAY #could you imagine these chucklefucks in a serious campaign? really think about it they already commit war crimes #and that's WITH the generally lighthearted fey tomfoolery jfc #also we don't talk about Gideon and Torbek as character foils enough #i can and will write a dissertation on this #p.s. Twig is there too she's just busy with the Inn #once upon a witchlight #legends of avantris #kremy lecroux #morning frost #gideon coal #gricko grimgrin #hootsie grimgrin #torbek #OC mentions but really only as a framing device

[yoinkschief]

I have to talk about this because the Glass Animals How To Be A Human Being album is one of my special interests that album is so cool you guys don't understand please

The album features 11 songs, each one corresponding to one of the people on the album's cover(s), each one telling a story about that person

I bring this up as context as to why, even though everyone in this community makes memes about it, Pork Soda is THE TomTord song, and here's why:

Pork Soda corresponds to the old man with a paddy cap and glasses in the back of the album to the left of the basket ball player, and as such it's sung from his perspective

The song is about two lovers who fell in love with each other because of their spontaneous nature,

Somewhere in South End when you were fun You took my hand and you made me run Up past the prison to the seafront You climbed the cliff edge and took the plunge

However, this song is sung from the future(ish?), it's the old man yearning for the days when he and his lover were younger and full of sporadic energy, for when they would just pick up stuff suddenly and leave off on some crazy adventure,

Why can't we laugh now like we did then? How come I see you and ache instead? How come you only look pleased in bed? Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again

This is further pushed by the song's official music video where it shows a literal divide between the two lovers, living different lives as they live on completely separate floors of the house

The old man is portrayed as bitter and its suggested this song is him complaining about how his life isn't what it used to be to the listener, as he sits in his living room watching TV and doing pretty much nothing with himself, stuck in a constant loop of disappointment and resentment

Versus the wife who's seen with a dog that she's trying to get joy out of having, she tries to keep having a spontaneous life and do fun things to keep that spark in her going, seen with her dancing with the dog in the floor above the old man

I think this is great symbolism honestly, and it suggests the old man is to blame for this lack of spontaneousness in their love life anymore

Furthermore this is perfect for TomTord, more specifically, imo, enemies/friend to lovers to enemies WTFuture TomTord, although The End was also pretty good I think it would've worked better if it was pre Tord leaving and then Tord coming back, as that gives similar vibes yk?

It's perfect for them and I know this song is everyone's personal hell in this fandom and I understand why but you NEED to realize this is THEIR song

Along with songs like I Love You Like An Alcoholic and The Masochism Tango, the list goes on

I can make a list

I have two separate playlists for TomTord you don't understand how much I love songs

Extra information I know about this song that's cool to me:

Glass Animals got inspired to write this song after they met a girl (at a concert I believe?) with a tattoo on her arm that simply said "Pork Soda", and when they asked her why she got such a random string of words tattoo like that she said "cause I wanted to", thus inspiring them to make a song about spontaneousness

HOWEVER

I know the reason she got that tattoo and why she said that she is so funny to me

She got that tattoo because there's actually a second Pork Soda, a band album: Primus' Pork Soda album, which is, I'm sure, why she got the tattoo because that album probably meant a lot to her

Thus making her answer "because I wanted to" seem like the generic answer every person who has a tattoo answers with because everyone always asks "why did you get that tattoo" or belittle them for the tattoo "not having meaning", etc.

Just a silly addition I thought I'd add to this because I love this album so much please ask me about the other songs I know about all of them

#jay talk #eddsworld #ew #ew tord #ew tom #tord #tom #tomtord / tordtom #pork soda #songs #albums #glass animals #how to be a human being album

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Pile 1⚡️ - Where am I tonight? by @cant-find-my-name

Where am I tonight?

Although I search for myself

Long and Hard

Still, I could not find

Who was I looking for?

Who am I?,

When I shine spotlight on it

It seem difficult to define,

'To define is to limit"

Then, I must not be

Who I thought I would be

But hopefully, whoever I will become Would still be me

And maybe that person

May be the person I was looking for,

Eventually, I will reconcile the me now

And the Me

I wish to be

Meaning:

This poem is about looking for yourself. Sometime, you don't even notice that you are not who you thought you are. In this 3D world, there are a lot of projections from people, whether that would be from families, friends, school or organisations. That would have definitely distorted yourself image. An image of yourself, you thought you are this type of person, value this thing until one day, you realised that was not you at all. When you finally have time to get to know yourself, a lot of your initial impression of yourself changed. I could never do that, I would never do this. That's definitely not me. Example, I'm not the type to dance to a cover song and post it online. I will never see myself sing publicly for millions to see.I would never dye my hair blue, etc. But when you uncovered yourself bit by bit, possibilities are endless. Things you would never thought that you would do, you find yourself seeing the possibilities for the first time. Trying to reconcile a part of you that you have no idea who she/he/they is/are. One part said, 'I could never start my own business’ the other part would go, ‘let's try it!.’ Whatever I want to be?, successful, brave, hard- working, relax, blue hair?, that's who I'm going to be.

The Messages

There's a natural progression to your self evolution. You might not notice but you have grow a lot Pile one. Steadily, becoming someone you alway admire. Now you're standing in that position or could be in that position. Example, you saw a singer on stage doing an amazing job and she really inspire you and you want to be like her one day. Well, one day is here or will be here shortly. Give yourself some credit, you grew up beautifully despite going through horrid events after events. Heartbreak after heartbreak. You bloomed purely, and will continue to do so. One minute you're a child and the next you are a teenager and a young adult. And next an adult. Life moves fast but you did not waste time. You used it to your advantage. Time did not used you. Maybe who you are chasing to become, has alway been there all along.

"What if we already are, who we been dying to become" this quote is from the song you got, Four by Sleeping at Last.

Have more faith and trust in yourself. You are progressing naturally, beautifully, unfolding.

Quote- "Because we can't see what's ahead, you have to trust that the dots will connect in your future."

Trust that the person you need in any situation will appear. Appear almost alway, it's you. You are that person.

Affirmation : "I give myself permission to be alone, connect with myself and appreciate my solitude"

Signs: 77, 678, VII, baby breath, Mirror

Song : Four by Sleeping At Last

What if we already are Who we've been dying to become In certain light, I can plainly see A reflection of magnificence Hidden in you Maybe even in me

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Pile 2🍊 - “Life Lesson” by @cant-find-my-name

Human aren't perfect

The lesson wasn't learn

So let try again

And learn it one more time,

You'll get infinite chances

Who to say enough is enough?

Except you of course, remember

You have all the say

You are the Authority of your life

No one should drive it

You must make your own decisions

And live by it

Or else, resentment will come

If you give your life control

By someone

Meaning:

This poem is about learning the same lessons twice, thrice or even fourth times. Doesn't matter as long as we are still trying to learn. As long as we are alive and growing. As long as it take to learn the lesson of life. As long as you don't give up on life. Chances are infinite, if only you give it to yourself. People tend to give limited/ restricted timeline to their life for whatever reason. Example, I should have marry before turning 30 or I'm 39 why aren't my goals and dream coming true?. The one to accept those as truth is you and only you. You have to make your own choice. This poem talked about making decision for you, no one else. Or else when you have to live a life by that decision, you may find yourself hating the person you made it for. Example, I made a decision to go to college and did medicine, not because I want to but I did it for my parent. That mean the lesson has not been learn and you are living a life not for you. And there will come a day, the choices will come again, and it will be up to you to make the decision. Will you continue the same path, the same pattern or will you choose yourself for once?. This is the idea where the poem is based on.

The Messages:

It's okay to start again. The new ideas or project or business plan that you are considering, Go for it. It is alright to begin anew, leave behind what didn't work out because it was just an experienced. We shouldn't judge an outcome from our experienced whether they are successful ones or not so successful. Because all of them are equally ours and all of them were necessary to teach us what we needed to learned at that time. Time for a new outlook, you are afraid to be disappointed like before but you are not the same person as you were. If your goals is abundance, isn't it better to try every ways we can towards it?. Give it its rightful justice by trying many different paths towards it. Trying just one path or one way and called it quit, seem inconclusive.

It is time to start again, with experienced, so we can heal what didn't work out, so we can become more secure in our decision. So we can trust our decision again. We can alway trust our decision, even when it lead us where we didn't want to go. But it will alway lead us where we needed to be. Expand our usual path and see if we can get to our goal a different way. Get yourself to a place where, 'it's okay if it happened and it's okay if it doesn't happen'. The outcome doesn't affect my sense of self. Don't give up on your dreams even if it doesn't work, this time. It just mean you are giving another chance to do it again, differently.

Affirmations: "I am brave enough to do what I need to do. I believe in myself. I can do it."

"I am strong enough and will be okay with the outcome"

Signs: 34, SWORDS, Ginger, Ranunculus, snail

Song: AM I DREAMING by Lil NAS x Miley Cyrus

Every song Every dream filled with hell from beyond As I'm sinkin', I relive the story Every try Every breakthrough and every cry As I'm sinkin', I relive the story

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Pile 3🍉 - “Let It Go / Dandelion” by @cant-find-my-name

Let it go, Dandelion with the wind

Don't let the failures

Tattooed on your skin

Cause nothing is ever worth your

Peace

Even if it is war

Even if it didn't work out

Now you know

You deserve so much more,

Rejection isn't a destination

It is part of this journey

Giving in doesn't mean giving up

The most important lesson in life is

Knowing when

Enough is enough

Meaning:

This poem is about accepting 'failures' or things that didn't work out, such as a relationship, a goals, a destination. We all have things that we planned or things that we expected it to be. Like I entered into a business partnership and I expected it to be going well. It is important to focus on the positive side of thing but when it didn't work out like how you hope, which it will alway happened, can you accept it?. Most people find it easy to accept success but find it difficult to accept failures. Which is understandable, however, that won't do because success and failures goes hand in hands and things that didn't work out is part of life or should be part of normal life not an end all be all situation.

This poem is also about giving up. Not in a ‘give up on life' kind of energy buy more of surrendering the outcome to the Divine. If and when you tried your best and it didn't go your way or even when it did, the outcome you want doesn’t serve you anymore. It is alright to give up, it is alright to quit. To change our mind. To change our mind is not alway equating failure. It just mean the things we're going for is no longer in alignment with us anymore. Such as, changing your major halfway through college, changed career path, your goals, your values, your style, etc. These things within us are ever changing. This poem summarisation is that things are ever changing and that it is OKAY. We need to know when enough is enough, with ourself, our goals, our life.

The Messages:

Keep going as you are. Do not stop. Keep your momentum because you will get to where you are headed. Even if it by fears or desperation or anxiety. Still, take your step by step. Concentrated on the positive, what worked out for you not what didn't. You will have a choice to make in regards to your stability and security. In a way, that is what you're going towards. A place where you can make a choice. To be able to choose is a privilege. To be able to choose is empowering. A position where a limited mindset could never be in. 'There's no choice or it is how it is', you know that's not true. That's limited mindset. You alway know that everyone have a choice, they just choose not to have one and blame external circumstances. But when you're in your power and honour yourself, the most empowering choice would be, choosing yourself. Most won't do it, because it's too much to take. But despite your hesitant Pile 3, you are asked to choose yourself and keep going. Start choosing yourself and never stop, because one day, you will reach that inner security you're alway craving. It isn't in any external things, money, status, groups, but within us, there's a voice that have never been heard because we never listen. But once you do, they are not stopping you Pile 3, whoever you're looking for to guide the way, that person is YOU. Repeat the affirmation to yourself Pile 3, "you are not a failure. You are talented, capable, strong and are going places."

Affirmation: "I am capable, I am talented, I am a gift"

Signs : 248, 24, Horses, Twin, Baby, Greek Goddess, Red Rose

Song: You're on your own, kids by Taylor Swift

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this I hosted parties and starved my body Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away

'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets Take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

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Pile 4⭐️- ‘Safe Blanket’ by @cant-find-my-name

The world seem to be against

Me

But you whispered in my ears

'That's not true, why don't you look closely'

Stop telling yourself lies

The sky only bring you calm

The trees evokes your peace

The stars shared your longing,

Curious eyes filled with

Mystery,

The world is here for you

If only you let yourself be

And let yourself see

The Meaning :

This poem is about not being negatively bias because human tends to do that. We tend to look for the flaws first, for things that didn't work out. For things that we don't have, for things that's wrong. It's natural to do that but again, Negatively bias brain. Because in reality, it is not as bad as it seem. This poem is to act as a reminder that the Universe is working for me, not against me. There are tree, ocean, sky, beautiful nature all around. As long as you live on this earth and respect it, it will do the same. You are not targeted, you are not the only one feeling pain, no one is out to get you. The tree will only give you peace if only you let it. We must opened our eyes and our heart to truly appreciate earth's beauty. Our first Mother will alway be Mother Earth, Mother Gaia and we are her children. Mother earth is our home and where ever you go , there are nature, and where there are nature, then that is also your home. This poem remind us that we belonged in nature, within this earth. If when ever you feel unsafe, ungrounded, alway look for the tree, go towards nature because she is alway there for you.

The Messages:

Success is yours Pile4 , what ever success means to you. It is your birthright to shine in this world. Victory in life is your birthright. So rest, let the worries, the what's if? the doubts go. Let it flow down the drain and let us bath in this world divinity. Let the world carries you towards where you aim to go, to your destination. Anything you wish for will be aided by the Universe.You know Pile 4, that you are very lucky, very privilege in this life. You are in a position people would envied. People see you and goes 'that person got the best end of the stick in life’. And acknowledge that but in a way, it's because you alway believed that the Universe is working for you and never against you. You rest assured that The Universe alway have your back. And when you believe in something like that, there's nothing in life you can't do. You don't limit yourself to what you can or cannot do. You don't limit yourself to what you can or cannot have. To who you can and cannot be. “The world is against me...." is just an excuse and a lie.This poem helped you see that you got the biggest allied at your side. So go through life knowing you are loved and supported. Cause you are. Go through life rest in the knowing that you are okay or you alway will be okay and you are not alone on your journey.

Affirmation: "I release limiting beliefs and empowered myself to achieve more."

Signs: 77, leaves, horse, Yellow house, Gold

Songs: The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Tell me once again I could have been anyone, anyone else Before you made the choice for me My feet knew the path We walked in the dark, in the dark I never gave a single thought to where it might lead

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[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.2

Pairing: Minchan (mention of Minho x Felix | ot8)

Word Count: 4262

Summary: Listening to previously recorded audio files of Minho makes Chan question his feelings for his younger friend once more. It gets even harder to ignore when Minho joins him and notices. One thing leads to another, and they both deal with Felix almost catching them differently.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, yearning, smut, dom!chan, sub!minho, kissing, jealousy (chan), minor angst (?)

Chp. 1 | Chp. 3

Touch me, yeah I want you to touch me there Make me feel like I am breathing Feel like I am human A little Death - The Neighbourhood

The next day, Chan was working on his laptop in his room, listening to raw audio clips for a new song, filtering out the best parts. When he reached Minho's recordings, his voice sent butterflies down his stomach. Chan couldn't quite pinpoint it, but Minho's execution of the high notes and breath control turned him on. He sighed softly, feeling the heat creep up his neck and lay on his face softly. For a moment, he thought about taking matters into his own hands. But as quickly as the thought came, it left. He couldn't touch himself to Minho's voice…again. A small knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, causing him to flinch at the sound. "Come in," he called out, but did not turn around to see who it was. 

"Hey," Minho's soft voice granted an automatic reaction as Chan whipped his head around to face the young man. "What are you working on?" he asked. 

"I'm going through the audio clips from the last recording session," he told him, and Minho hummed in acknowledgement. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm bored," he confessed with a shrug. "Everyone else is at the studio again. I don't know what to do with my free day," he said, wandering closer. 

Chan's eyes widened as Minho unexpectedly planted himself in his lap. Subconsciously, he shifted a little, hoping he wouldn't be able to feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants. "I'm actually listening to your audio now." 

"Oooh, can I help?" Minho asked confidently. There was something about recording sessions that he loved. The way he learned from each recording and found ways to become a better vocalist really kept Minho motivated to perfect his craft. 

"Sure," Chan swallowed audibly before pressing play on his laptop. He tried to keep his mind occupied as they listened to each recording carefully. 

Minho gently danced along to the melody and listened closely. "My voice sounds a little weird, don't you think?" he asked Chan, brow arching in wonder.

"I think it's brilliant," he told him, shifting a bit beneath him. How was he still hard?

"You do?" he asked and squinted his eyes, poking his lip out slightly. "Sounds a little whiny to me. Almost like an annoying teenager." 

"Like I said, brilliant." Chan told him, and Minho turned to him with wide eyes. Chan bit his lip at the sudden friction to hold back the moan threatening to leave his chest.

"You think that sounds good?" he asked surprised, not yet noticing what was going on underneath him. 

"Yeah." Chan nodded, trying to think of anything that would stop him from getting hard. Minho squirming on top of him didn't help. 

Minho blinked at him softly before searching his eyes observantly. There was something in them that he couldn’t quite place. "You like that, don’t you?" 

"What?" Chan asked, his question not clear. 

"Is that why you're -," Minho swallowed nervously. He could tell Chan was hard the minute he sat on his lap. But he may have just figured out why. "Are you -?" 

"For fucks sake, Min, what are you trying to say?" Chan asked, frustrated. 

Minho squinted his eyes at him and thought for a moment. "You get turned on by my voice, don’t you?" 

"I…I guess so," Chan shrugged, trying to act natural. 

"Huh," he nodded, but a smug smirk started to pull on the corner of his lips. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked nervously. There’s no way he could’ve figured it out.

Chan cleared his throat to try and ease the building tension and Minho was certain now. "Are you getting hard right now listening to my voice?" he asked.

Chan's jaw dropped in surprise, and he shifted once again. The blush resting on his face deepened and he couldn’t help but to gently nudge the younger male off his lap. "I'm really sorry, Min. This is embarrassing." 

Minho snorted softly with a chuckle. "It's fine." 

"No, it's not." he shook his head and buried his face in his hands. "I'm really sorry." 

Minho watched him observantly. "Has that happened before?" 

"Once or twice," he admitted, embarrassed. Chan suddenly felt small, something he wasn’t used to.

Minho also felt a change, a slight dominance peeking out. "Have you jerked off to my voice before?" he asked, the sudden boldness taking over. 

Chan stared up at him through his fingers. "What?" he asked quietly. 

"I won't ask again," he told him and sat down at the edge of his desk, a sharp glare aimed at the older male. 

Chan swallowed hard, and his hands slowly sunk from his face. He nervously spoke, "Wh-what do you mean?" 

"The neediness in my voice turns you on?" he asked, and Chan nodded reluctantly. "Have you touched yourself to my voice recordings before?" 

"What?" he squeaked, the thought alone making him fully hard. Yes, he had done that before, but it had been with a video. It was a fan cam edit of him dancing on stage that popped up on his feed. He didn’t mean to do it, but he just couldn’t help himself. Something about Minho looking so fierce on stage just got to him.

"Chan," Minho sighed and braced himself on the table, leaning forward and getting closer to his face. "You did, didn't you?" 

"Don't make me say it," he softly whined, shaking his head. 

He smirked at the blush burning bright on his cheeks. "Don’t be so embarrassed. We've all touched ourselves before," he said, and Chan groaned softly. 

"Not like that," he said. 

"You wish," he giggled delightedly and ignored Chan's confused look. "What? I know some things…Now that I know something about you, can I tell you something in exchange?" 

He raised an eyebrow. "Okay?" he nodded nervously. 

"I have a toy in my room that I use whenever no one's home," he said, and Chan's eyes widened. 

"You do?" Minho nodded, chewing on his lower lip. "Why only when you're alone?" 

"Because what you heard on the recording is nothing compared to when I use it," he admitted. Now, it was his turn to blush and bite his lip slightly. 

"Wow, I’m never getting that image out of my head." Chan spoke faster than his brain could stop him, and he shut his lips immediately after. 

"Pervert," Minho teased lightheartedly, smirking to himself. 

Chan watched him quietly, pupils darkening as the images flashed through his mind. Minho met his eyes, seemingly curious about his next move. Chan thought about it for a minute, conflicted internally. "I think I should take care of that before the kids get back," he spoke softly.

"Yeah," Minho nodded subconsciously and hopped off the desk. "I'll uh - I'll leave you to it, hyung," he said and quickly left the room, shutting the door with a slightly loud thud. His ears were burning up at the thought of Chan touching himself because of him. He returned to his room and shut the door, resting his back against it with a deep breath. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out the box hidden behind his sweaters. That moment between him and Chan had his whole body craving a release. He put it on his desk and took out his favorite toy and a bottle of lube. No harm in getting some relief right?

But Minho flinched, a tiny gasp leaving his lips and dropping the toy onto his desk as his door flew open. He looked over in shock, meeting Chan's eyes. "What?" he asked quietly as Chan closed the distance between them with a few steps. Chan cupped his face and searched his eyes as if he was asking for approval. "Please, just do it already," Minho whispered, his eyes lowering to look at his lips. 

Chan leaned in and connected their lips forcefully. Minho moaned into his mouth softly and gripped his shirt, his whole body melting against him. Chan wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him close. He kissed him harshly and ran his hand through his hair, keeping him in place. Minho pushed him towards the bed until the back of Chan's knees hit it, and they fell onto the mattress. 

He straddled his lap and leaned down, kissing him passionately. Minho moaned sweetly as Chan grabbed his ass, squeezing it, and pulled him down to his chest. Chan flipped them over, pinning Minho down, and stared into his eyes. "Show me." The words fell from his lips like a gasp.

"What?" he panted softly, lips red and slightly puffy from their heated kiss. 

"Show me how needy you are when you’re using that toy," he told him, and Minho's lips parted to release a moan. "Please Min, you're killing me." 

Minho reached up, gently touching his cheek. "Get off me then, handsome." 

Chan did as he said and watched as Minho hopped off the bed, getting the toy and lube. 

Minho’s eyes held his gaze as he shoved down his pants and underwear in one quick motion. Chan's lips parted with a soft gasp at the sight of him as soon as he threw his shirt down with the rest of his clothes. "Fuck, you're beautiful." He breathed out.

Minho blushed softly and climbed back onto the bed. "Take off your clothes." Chan quickly discarded his clothes on the floor and sat back against the headboard again. Minho climbed back into his lap and experimentally ground down against him. Chan moaned softly and gripped his waist. "Ready?" he asked him. 

"Ready," Chan nodded eagerly. 

Minho flicked open the bottle of lube and spread it on his fingers, reaching behind himself. For a moment, he couldn't believe what he was about to do, but the hunger in Chan's eyes made all his doubts vanish. No turning back now. They locked eyes as he rubbed his fingers over his entrance, slowly pushing them inside and gently fingering himself. He bit his lower lip as his eyes fluttered close, a moan falling from his lips. 

Chan watched Minho closely, admiring how his lips parted, chest heaving with soft little pants as he opened himself up. He couldn't help himself and grabbed his hips, wanting to feel his skin against his own. Chan leaned forward hesitantly before planting a tiny kiss against his neck. 

Minho hummed softly and tangled his hand into his hair, giving him permission to continue. Their moans were swallowed in the harsh kisses they shared. Not long after, Minho had opened himself up enough. Chan swallowed softly, seeing his fingers covered in lube, and watched him take the toy and cover it in lube. He bit his lip and rested his hands on his waist. Minho rubbed the toy at his entrance, took a deep breath and slid the toy inside of him, a loud moan ripping from his throat. 

Chan's stomach flipped at the sound, eyes widening as Minho slowly started fucking himself with the toy. Minho braced himself on his shoulder, mouth falling open in loud moans. Chan was enchanted by the scene in front of him. His fingertips burned with the need to touch Minho. But he held back until Minho gave him directions. He reached down, wrapping his hand around his cock. He started stroking himself as he took in the sight of Minho on top of him, burning it into his memory. His eyes were closed, lips parted, and tiny sweat beads covered his forehead. 

"Chan," Minho panted, and the sound alone sent shivers down his spine and to his cock.. 

"Yeah?" he asked breathlessly, opening his eyes just enough to see him. 

"The remote," he told him and moaned sweetly, the sound delightful to Chan’s ears. 

Chan fumbled around the mattress until he found it laying beside them and picked it up. In the midst of his struggle, he accidentally turned the vibration on a high setting. Minho cried out his name and gripped his shoulders hard, trying to steady himself. Chan’s breath hitched at the sound, mentally recording it and saving it for later.

"T-turn it down - oh god," Minho begged, and Chan's brain functioned again, quickly turning it off. Minho panted above him before laughing softly. "Fuck, that was too much." 

"I'm sorry." Chan giggled before looking down at the remote. "Can I?" 

Minho searched his eyes. "What?" 

"Can I use this toy on you instead?" he asked curiously, and Minho's lips parted in surprise. 

"That…would be hot." he admitted and tilted his head at him. "On my back?" 

"Yeah." he nodded, and Minho climbed off him, wincing softly as he lay down, the toy still inside of him. Seeing it buried deep inside of him, Chan bit back a moan and climbed up the mattress, hovering over him. "Can I kiss you?" 

"Yeah." Minho nodded gently and hummed softly as Chan's full lips met his own. He buried his hand in his curls, moaning in surprise as Chan started fucking him with the toy. Minho's head fell back into the pillow. 

"Does that feel good?" Chan asked, and Minho nodded quickly, a delicious moan falling from his lips. He gave himself a moment to find the rhythm that made Minho’s toes curl before grabbing the remote and turning the vibrator on a lower setting. 

Minho whimpered and gripped the sheets tightly. The higher Chan turned the vibration, the needier he got and the whinier his moans became. He knew he probably sounded pathetic, but he could only whine Chan's name and beg him for more. 

Chan couldn't take his eyes off him, watching him fall apart beneath him. It was so fucking beautiful, and he never wanted it to end. He stroked himself with his free hand, soft moans slipping from his mouth occasionally. "Fuck, you're hot." he told him, and Minho whined in response. 

"Feels so good," Minho told him, pulling at the sheets as Chan managed to find his prostate while fucking him with the toy. "Right there!" he cried out desperately. 

Chan focused on Minho's pleasure only now, realizing he'd finish too soon if he kept trying to get off. He watched as Minho's back arched, eyes rolling back and thighs trembling. 

He painted their chests with thick ropes of cum and a cry of Chan's name, soon begging him to turn it off again. Minho took a long moment to gather himself, panting heavily before opening his eyes again. Chan stared at him with wide eyes, panting softly. "How's that for being a whiny teenager?" he asked, chuckling once Minho caught his breath. 

"You just made me cum by just looking at you," he told him, and they both blushed heavily. "I guess that answers your question." 

Chan grabbed a towel from the nightstand to clean them both, ears burning up as Minho pulled the toy out with a needy groan. "I think we -." 

The front door closed loudly downstairs, and someone raced up the stairs. Chan's eyes widened in panic, and Minho quickly picked up his clothes, throwing them at him. 

"Bathroom!" he told him quietly, and Chan rushed inside, locking the door. When the door opened, Minho covered himself with his blanket, and Felix strolled inside. 

"Hyung, can we…oh," Felix said, seeing him. 

"Do you ever learn to knock?" Minho asked him, and Felix chuckled softly. 

"Apparently not. Do you?" he asked. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, adjusting the blanket. 

"Will you ever start locking the door when you pleasure yourself?" he asked with a knowing smirk. 

"No one's at home, why would I?" he retorted. 

"Chan is here," he frowned. 

"Chan is taking a nap," he lied smoothly, and Felix nodded gently. Something wasn’t right, but he left it alone for now.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to it then." he nodded and opened the drawer to his desk, taking out the keys to their room at the company. "Forgot that one." 

"Okay," Minho nodded. 

Felix looked at him for another moment before smiling. "Sometimes I miss that fucked out look on your face." He spoke lowly only for Minho to hear, but someone else was listening in too.

"Felix," Minho warned with a raised eyebrow. 

"What? You know I love how needy you get," he grinned before waving goodbye. 

Minho fell back into the mattress with a soft grunt and rolled his eyes as the door closed behind him. 

Chan stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and stared at him momentarily. The conversation he overheard playing over and over again in his mind. Felix and Minho used to sleep together? Felix was the first person to see Minho like that, touch him the way he craved to touch him. He was also the only person who knew about his crush on Minho. "I, uh, I think I’m going to shower and finish the work I was doing earlier." 

"Okay," he nodded, but frowned softly at his sudden urge to leave. "Uh, shouldn't we talk about this?" 

"What's there to talk about?" he asked, more coldly than he intended. 

Minho's face fell, but he put on a smile quickly. "Right," he nodded and felt his heart break a little. Was that it? Was Minho only meant for Chan to use to let off some steam and pretend nothing happened? He flinched softly as the door closed and he swallowed a lump forming in his throat. He never had been more, not even with Felix. Simply a quick stop at a destination towards someone else. "Fuck," he whispered to himself before going to take a shower. 

~Two days later~

While preparing dinner, Minho didn't dare to look in Chan's direction, unsure of what happened between them. Especially since Chan didn't join him while finishing everything as usual, he tried to ignore it, blaming it on Seungmin, having planted himself on his lap on the sofa. 

Felix made his way over to him. "Hey, Min," he said quietly, and Minho glanced up from the pot of noodles he was currently stirring. 

"Yeah?" he asked. 

"What's up with Chan?" he asked, frowning softly. 

"How do you mean?" 

"He's been ignoring me for two days now," he told him and almost looked a little anxious. "Did I do something wrong?" 

"Uh, no idea." Minho shook his head and glanced at Chan, who was staring at them. "He's not exactly talking to me right now either, Lix." 

Felix frowned softly. "What the fuck is up with him?" he asked frustrated, before glancing at Minho. "Do you need help with anything?" 

"No, I'll be fine." he assured him, gently grabbing his hand, squeezing it and flashing a smile. "You go and enjoy your evening. You've done enough work for today." 

"Okay," Felix nodded, smiling before strolling back to the sofa and planting himself on Changbin's lap. 

Minho didn't glance in Chan’s direction during dinner, staying quiet for most of the evening. Once they were done, he got up and collected all the plates. Chan didn't protest this time, and Minho took his plate, clearly avoiding his gaze. 

"Minho hyung, will you watch a movie with us?" Seungmin asked, setting up the sofa. 

"No, thank you. I'm doing the dishes and then going to bed." he said, putting the plates on the counter. 

"Already?" Jeongin asked, confused. “You never go to bed this ear-”

"I'm tired," Minho said firmly, cutting his sentence short and turning on hot water. He started scrubbing the plates clean, not even acknowledging the water slightly stinging his skin. 

Chan couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to say something. Getting up from the table, he walked over to Minho slowly. "Are you okay?" Chan suddenly asked, stepping next to him. 

"Of course." he said dryly, focused only on the task at hand. 

"Min," he said gently. "Talk to me." 

"There's nothing to talk about, is there?" he spit back and put the plate aside, taking the next one. Realization quickly hit Chan and he opened his mouth to explain himself, but Minho cut him off immediately. "Nothing happened two days ago, Chan. It meant absolutely nothing. You didn't see a thing, and we go on like before." 

"If that's what you want," Chan nodded slowly. 

Minho threw the sponge into the water, staring at him. "No, Chan, that's what you want." he said firmly. 

"Don't act like it meant something to you," he frowned at him. "It's not like you haven't shown anyone else that side of you before." 

"Excuse me?" Minho asked quietly, anger slowly bubbling inside him. 

"You and Felix clearly were a thing. I'm sure he has seen you naked and needy for him too." Chan spoke curtly, and Minho's face fell. "I thought this was something special you hadn't done with anyone else." 

"You have no idea what you're talking about or what Felix meant to me. So don't make me out as some whore," he told him firmly before shaking his head and pushing past him. 

"Min," Chan sighed, trying to reach out to him. 

"Fuck off," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear before walking upstairs. 

Chan rolled his eyes with a sigh, before reaching to finish the dishes. He flinched and contorted his face at the temperature of the water, adding cold water to it. Once he was done, he grabbed two drinks from the fridge and went upstairs, stopping in front of Minho's door. 

Minho got up to open the door as someone knocked. He frowned, seeing Chan leaning against the frame and holding up a bottle. 

"I never said that you were a whore," he told him. 

Minho blinked softly. "Saying I'd get naked and fuck my toy for everyone to see is pretty much the same thing." he told him and snatched the drink from his hand. "I hope you enjoyed the show." he said bitterly and tried closing the door. 

Chan stopped it with his hand, pushed it open, and stepped into the room. He closed the door behind himself very slowly, locking eyes with him. "I did." 

"Great, get the fuck out now," Minho told him and opened his bottle, taking a huge gulp.

"You're right," he told him. 

"About what?" Minho asked impatiently. 

"It didn't mean anything, and I don't want this to come between us," he told him and sat down on Minho's desk. "I don't want things to get weird." 

"Too late for that." he snorted. 

"What happened with Felix?" he asked, and Minho stared at him anxiously. "You two had sex?" 

"Not…like that. I'm - I'm still a virgin," Minho said, and Chan's eyebrows raised in surprise. 

Chan could've sworn Minho was slightly experienced after how confident he seemed. 

"What happened?" 

Minho groaned softly and turned away from him, rubbing his forehead. "He walked in on me once using that stupid thing. He was lonely, I was lonely, and we kissed only a day later. It was a lovely time for a few months, but it wasn't love," he said, looking back at him. "Yes, he saw me naked. Yes, he knows the way that I sound. And yes, he touched me in places others haven’t. But deep down, he was in love with someone else and-," his voice trailed off as he locked eyes with Chan and noticed pity resting in them, swallowing hard. “And so was I.”

“You-,” Chan blinked at him, confused, and couldn’t quite pinpoint the anxious look in his eyes. 

“Listen, I don’t blame you for what happened a couple days ago. It all happened too quickly, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.” he told him and sat down at the edge of his bed, facing Chan. “But I think we need to talk about this and not just pretend it never happened.” 

Chan inhaled deeply and nodded quickly. “I know. That’s on me,” he told him, and Minho nodded gently. “I guess I was confused about what Felix said and…maybe a little jealous.”

Minho huffed softly, looking up at him. “Never thought someone like you had a reason to get jealous.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Chan chuckled and sipped on his drink.  “I get jealous all the time…especially when it’s you.”

“Sorry?” he asked, chuckling softly and frowned at his unwavering expression. “What do you mean by that?”

“You mean a lot to me, Min. Sometimes I get nervous that I’ll lose you one day, or you’ll find someone who needs your full attention.” he confessed, and Minho blinked at him surprised.

“Hmm,” he nodded. “So the thought of Felix having seen me naked bothered you?”

“A little.” he nodded.

“And what makes you think it wouldn’t bother him knowing you did as well?” Minho tilted his head at him and smirked at Chan’s confused look. “I’m single, and I haven’t committed myself to anyone. So why would I worry about a previous partner getting jealous?”

“Fair point,” Chan nodded gently and sighed softly. “But what if that’s the case?”

“Then you need to figure out why.” he said and met his eyes. 

“I already know why.” Chan told him, and Minho tilted his head softly. 

“Then what’s the issue?” he asked quietly.

“Maybe I’m not brave enough to say it.” Chan gave back just as quietly. 

“Maybe you need another drink.” he smirked, and Chan bit back a laugh. 

“I need a few more to have that type of conversation.” he told him. 

“I have time.” he shrugged gently and jumped up. “I’ll go grab some. Your room?”

“Okay,” he nodded and took a deep breath as Minho left the room. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart. It was time they talked.

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A Thousand Words ~ *Kwon Soonyoung*

Summary: Hoshi loves photography more than anything. He loves taking pictures of people in their element and doing what they love. That’s exactly why he asks a dancer he meets if he can take photos of her and he helps her get over he camera shyness.

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 3012

Warning: Swearing, violence, very very very vague and very very very brief mention of NSFW content (Like you don’t even need to tag it but I did anyways)

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It was a rare occasion when Hoshi had time to himself, much less an afternoon like today. Not only that, but today was perfect and he knew that today was best to be spent outdoors. That is exactly the reason why he was in the park, his beloved camera hung around his neck. Since he had time for himself, he might as well make the most of it by building his photography portfolio.

Usually at around this time in the afternoon he’d be doing one of two things. He could either be found in an old abandoned building where a “clean up” had just taken place or where someone needed to photograph some incriminating evidence to scare some bad guys. If he wasn’t doing that, he was at or near his small photography studio, photographing people or pets as a side hustle. Everyone in the mafia had one and his hustle was taking pictures for screaming babies and obnoxious pet parents. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, because he certainly did. It’s just his true passion lies in taking pictures for fun, for the aesthetic and artistic qualities they provided. His portfolio was beyond full of amazing shots from nature and people in their rawest form. And he loved each and every photo in it because each photo was not only perfect in his eyes, but they all told amazing stories.

Hoshi was a firm believer that a picture told a thousand words. He knew the story behind each of his pictures in his portfolio and told people about them whenever the situation arose. Oftentimes, he crafted complete stories around each one, full of amazing adventures and stunning scenery. His portfolio and camera were his pride and joy.

The park was, in his opinion, one of the best places to take photos. There, people went about their daily lives and Hoshi felt like he was catching a glimpse as to who these people really were. When he was in the studio, people were trying to put on this facade of perfection, which he hated. He loved seeing people in their element, doing what they do best: being human. No one was perfect in the park. People were who they were and Hoshi adored that.

He had spent the better half of a day already photographing people as they went about their daily lives. Not only that, but he also took some nice pictures of nature around him. He saw beauty in everything around him and stole a moment in time with his camera. It was the best way to spend his day off.

Hoshi was looking for a new place to take photos when he took a glance into the outdoor amphitheater. More often than not, the place was empty, though he could occasionally catch a couple people sitting around the stage. He had taken a couple pictures of the place, but he never strayed until too long.

Until he saw what was going on today.

There was only one person using the amphitheater today. She was gracefully dancing across the stage to a song he could kind of hear but barely knew the name of. She looked totally in her element as she flitted to and fro to the beat of the song. If ever there was such a thing as true love at first sight, it was right here and now. Hoshi had been pierced by Cupid’s arrow with one glance into the amphitheater.

Before he could stop himself, he found his way into one of the seats that formed a half circle around the stage. He was completely entranced by her performance. She danced as if she was floating on a cloud. Her dress that she was wearing danced along with her as she spun and leapt into the air. The only thing that would have truly made the performance flawless would be if her facials matched the way she danced. She looked like she was trying to concentrate and would make every time she believed she made a mistake. At least that’s what Hoshi thought. To him, he thought the whole dance was perfect just the way it was. He couldn’t tell if she was messing up or not.

These were the kinds of photos Hoshi liked taking. Seeing a dancer in her element, although she looked like she was struggling judging by the faces she pulled. She was the epitome of photogenic at this moment and he couldn’t resist. As stealthily as he could, he raised his camera up and tried to take a picture.

But it seemed like she saw him. She stopped her dancing with a gasp and pulled the wireless earbuds out of her ears. Hoshi deflated internally. He didn’t mean to scare her and he didn’t mean to make her stop dancing. He dropped his camera and gave an awkward smile.

“Sorry for startling you.” He called out, standing up as he did so. “I didn’t mean to distract you.”

She shook her head slowly. “You weren’t necessarily a distraction. If anything you reminded me I should take a break before I get too worked up.”

“Why’s that?” He asked.

“I, um,” She paused. “I’m kind of struggling with this dance. It’s a little different than what I normally do.”

“Oh.” He nodded, his smile turning more sincere. “Well what kind of style do you normally do?”

She frowned slightly. “You know, you sure ask a lot of questions.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck out of awkwardness. “Ha, yeah. I get told that a lot. If I’m making you uncomfortable, I can just go. It’s no big deal.”

With a soft sigh, she shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I normally do slower, softer dances, if that makes sense. As you probably saw, this one’s a bit high energy and needs a bit more endurance than I thought.”

Hoshi nodded, stepping down a few steps to get closer. “Well, I think it looked amazing! Honestly, it was flawless! You’re an incredible dancer.”

A blush decorated her cheeks. “Oh, thank you.” After clearing her throat, she added, “I’m guessing that’s why you were taking pictures of me, huh?”

He became aware of the weight of his camera around his neck after hearing her say that. He gave an awkward laugh before nodding sheepishly. “Ah, yeah. Sorry about that. Really. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. Is it for some kind of project or…?”

“Not really. It’s more of a hobby. I’m a fan of people watching and I love photography, so I thought I should combine the two. Of course, if anyone asks me to delete their pictures, I do with no questions asked. Contrarily wise, if they ask for copies, I always send them as soon as possible.” He rambled, feeling himself flush at his words. Why was he saying all of this?

Nodding, a small smile graced her lips and he felt himself beaming. She had a lovely smile, even if it was just a little one. “I see. Well, that’s nice of you.”

He nodded before blurting out, “Do you mind if I still take pictures of you?”

She blinked in shock at his words and he felt himself wince. “Um, I don’t even know you, first of all. And I don’t know if you’re going to be using these photos for anything creepy.”

Hoshi wanted to slap himself for forgetting basic manners. He really could be a bit of an idiot sometimes. He dug through his pocket before handing her a business card from his photography studio. “My name is Soonyoung but everyone calls me Hoshi. Here’s my card. It’ll tell you I’m a legitimate photographer and there’s a website in case you still don’t believe me. It also says on the website I’m known for taking candid shots around town.”

One of her eyebrows pricked up as she examined the card and she still had a tight lipped frown when she looked back at him. “You seem like a sweet guy, but I don’t know. I mean why would you want to photograph someone like me?”

He stopped himself from saying she was totally gorgeous and his definition of perfection. Instead, he answered her with, “Because you’re a phenomenal dancer and you’re very photogenic. Besides, maybe it’ll give you some confidence when you dance?”

She scoffed before he saw her hold back a snappy retort. Instead she simply said, “I’m not sure how a couple of pictures will give me the confidence to perform well in this dance.”

Hoshi took it as a challenge. “Well, dance and I’ll show you.”

Giving him a slightly amused look, she nodded as she put the earbuds back in her ear. She took her starting position and began to dance. Instantly, Hoshi had the camera pressed to his face and started snapping shots. He frowned when he noticed she would land from a leap wrong, fumble out of a turn, or make an actually obvious mistake every time his camera clicked. His camera was making her nervous. He needed to find a way to distract her from the camera. After devising a plan, he waved her down to stop.

Pausing her music, she took her earbuds out. “What is it?”

“Can you do me a favor and dance with just one earbud in? I have something I want to try.” Hoshi asked, adding a soft smile to the request.

She gave a small frown of confusion before inquiring, “Which earbud do you want me to take out, left or right?”

“It doesn’t matter. Neither of them are going to show up in pictures anyways.” He assured her.

Again, she gave a look of puzzlement before slipping out one earbud and taking her starting mark. Hoshi smiled. “Good. Now act natural.”

She faltered slightly in her start. “Is this what you wanted to try? Talking to me while I dance? Because you’re only going to distract me and make me mess up.”

He shook his head as she kept dancing around the amphitheater stage. “No, I think it’s going to get you out of your head. I mean I’m assuming the song you’re dancing to doesn’t have any lyrics so I can’t ask you to sing without lyrics.”

A chuckle spilled past her lips and he felt his heart flutter at the sound. She had the prettiest laugh he ever heard in his entire life and he would pay all the money in the world just to hear her laugh again and again. “No, it doesn’t have lyrics, so I’m afraid you’ll have to miss my record scratch of a voice.”

“I’m sure you have a lovely singing voice.” He assured her. He could see her confidence growing as he spoke to her, causing him to take more pictures. “Maybe I should take you out to karaoke some time and we can test that theory.”

“Soonyoung, are you asking me out?” Never had he loved his real name more than at that moment. He’d pay double the amount of all the money in the world to hear her say his name over and over and over again.

“If I am?”

“I’d say you’re jumping the gun a little there.” She laughed, this time louder and more confident than before.

He chuckled along with her. “Alright, fair enough. But I would love to see you dance sometime. Think you could invite me, as a friend?”

“Oh, so we’re friends now?” She lightly teased, though he could see a soft dusting of pink on her cheeks. “For starters you don’t even know my name.”

Hoshi gave a fake gasp of horror. “Such bad manners! And I gave you my name, so it’s only fair.”

She giggled. “I’m Y/n. And about that invitation, we’ll have to see. If these photos turn out so great I can’t turn them down, I’ll let you come.”

He beamed. “Sounds like a deal.”

And so the two of them talked back and forth as she danced. Some moments Hoshi would forget he was supposed to be taking pictures and would get so caught up in her movements across the stage. She looked so elegant and happy dancing without a care in the world. It truly was a flawless performance as her facials portrayed the emotions of her dance. Truly, she was the most perfect person in the world to him at that very moment. Honestly he could have spent all day just watching her dance, even if it was the same dance over and over.

But of course, duty calls. His phone started to buzz and frowned when he realized it was his personal number being called. As she began her dance once more, he answered the call.

“What?”

“Boss wants you to come in.” Chan answered him, sounding unamused.

“It’s my off day. Besides, isn’t she supposed to be out with Cheol, making people uncomfortable with their PDA?” He whined, glancing back at Y/n as she danced, a small frown on her face again.

Chan sighed. “If only. Apparently Minghao heard a plot to attack Jeonghan’s casino going down tonight. She’s calling in all the forces to mobilize. As a team leader and offense leader at that, you’re desperately needed. So get your ass over here before she forces Jihoon to take over instead.”

Hoshi sucked in his breath through his teeth. There was no way in hell Jihoon could lead an offensive plan. That’s why he was the leader of support. Not only that, but Seungcheol couldn’t handle it either. For one he was the leader of the defense unit and he would be sulking about how his date with the boss was ruined. He needed to come in.

“Fine, but cover me for like five minutes. I have to conclude some business here.” He snapped.

“I better not have caught you in the middle of doing something naughty.” Chan whined. “You make that mistake with Cheol once.”

He snickered before saying, “Nah, I just had an impromptu meeting with a client at the studio. I just need to wrap things up here at the park. They wanted an on location shoot.”

“Fine.” Chan huffed. “I’ll send Cheol right away. He keeps pouting so he needs to get out and about so I don’t have to look at his stupid face any longer.”

“Yes, fine, okay. See you soon.” He hurried before turning back to see Y/n had stopped dancing and had her arms folded over her chest. He swallowed hard. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Apparently you’re needed back at work?” She asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. Some photos didn’t turn out and the client is going to be picking them up in like an hour. I need to go salvage the mess.”

She nodded with a sigh, making his heart crack at her forlorn look. “I understand. You go on ahead.”

With a huff, he hauled himself onto the stage before showing her his gallery on the camera. “Before I go, I want you to see how confident you were when you danced earlier. Hopefully this is inspiring and worth a ticket to your next recital?”

Nodding, she scanned each photo carefully, her smile growing wider with each one. “I think it does. I’ll see you tomorrow at your studio to pick them up, yes?”

Hoshi needed to be with the boss tomorrow, especially if Jeonghan’s casino was really going to be getting attacked tonight. He quickly threw together a plan in his mind as he answered her. “I’m afraid I’ll be putting out fires all day tomorrow. I’m fully booked. But I can see if I can swing by here after work tomorrow. Meet me right here on this stage at six tomorrow night, okay?”

Though she looked hesitant at first, she nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded, a bright smile on his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, my little dancer.”

And with that he took off to catch Seungcheol in his van. Upon entering, he huffed. “Minghao can’t keep his nose out of other people’s business, can he?”

“If this is a real threat, we should be prepared.” Seungcheol explained, though he still had his trademark pout on his face. “Though I’m with you. I had the perfect date planned and everything.”

“Does this mean I get to take your engagement photos?” He asked, a small ember of hope sparking within him. Let it be known that Hoshi was quite the romantic when he wanted to be.

Seungcheol started to choke on the air at his words, making him smirk. “Wha-NO! I wasn’t planning on proposing! Not yet, that is…”

“Ah so there is hope for me yet.” Hoshi sighed.

He scoffed. “Get through this job first, alright?”

“Yes Boss’s Bitch.”

“WOULD YOU ALL STOP CALLING ME THAT!”

The next day, at six on the dot, she arrived at the amphitheater. However, there was no sign of Hoshi anywhere. She frowned in disappointment. Secretly, she had been waiting all day to see him again and was counting down the minutes till six came around. She was about to leave after five minutes of waiting, when she noticed a manilla envelope under a rock. Upon opening it, she found her photos and a note that read:

Dear Little Dancer,

I am so, so, so sorry I couldn’t be there tonight. Work seemed to take longer than I thought, especially since one of our printers is completely busted. I managed to find time between lunch and getting the printer repaired to put these photos here where you could find them. Hopefully they’re still there. I was sincerely hoping to see you again today and I really hate that I couldn’t. I’m enclosing my personal phone number in this letter as well, so if you want to get dinner sometime, all you have to do is call and I’ll answer right away. I would really love to see you again. Hopefully we can.

Besides, you owe me tickets to your next recital.

Hoshi

#Seventeen #Seventeen Fanfiction #Seventeen Oneshot #KPop #KPop Fanfiction #KPop Oneshot #Carat #Kwon Soonyoung #Kwon Soonyoung X Reader #Kwon Soonyoung Fanfiction #Kwon Soonyoung Oneshot #Kwon Soonyoung Fluff #Hoshi #Hoshi X Reader #Hoshi Fanfiction #Hoshi Oneshot #Hoshi Fluff #Mafia #Mafia AU #Oneshot #Fluff #Angst

[koogl001]

What if being a prisoner of the pillarmen, but using the benefits they provide (Wammu brings the reader headphones, books/whatever treasures, right?) she asks for her own radio? The reader doesn't want to lose her form and get very lazy, so she locks herself in her room for an hour to put on music for rhythm and do a dance workout for an hour a day (kind of like zumba, 10 songs and little dances in each). Will the pillarmen be interested in what the reader is doing and want to try it? The reader will be very confused haha

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

Each of the pillar men have a different way of showing affection, but they do have one thing in common 

They all bring you gifts 

It was traditional for their tribe to bring gifts to women when courting them 

It was a way of showing the man is strong enough to provide anything the woman wanted/needed and therefore could be a capable mate 

Kars, being the refined man he is, mainly provides you with precious stones and accessories 

Esidisi tries to win you over with things he believes may brighten your mood and make you happy, therefore hoping to be associated with this feeling of happiness 

Wamuu gifts you “trophies” from his fights, showing he is strong and honourable 

And last but not least, Santana gets you the one thing you actually want the most (when referring to materialistic needs), electronic devices 

He understands that these new inventions of human kind are things you used to use all the time before they brought you to their home 

He also, being the curious one he is, wishes for you to teach him about their utilization 

What you appreciated the most was an old radio 

Music was something you missed dearly, along with being active 

Sitting in your room all day long with no way to stretch your legs made you not only bored, but also concerned about your figure 

And so, to combine pleasant with useful, you started dancing to the rhyme at least once a day 

Kars was annoyed, his hearing much more sensitive than humans and the fact he preferred silence anyways made it rather uncomfortable for him when you would blast the songs as loudly as you could 

So, he stayed away or even ventured outside when your little dance session would begin in search of some peace 

Esidisi was concerned, he initially thought you might use the loudness to cover the sounds you would make while escaping 

He took to guarding your door anytime you did so, taking note of your body heat still within your room 

Wamuu thought you looked beautiful, engrossed in your own little world of twirling and twisting 

He soon offered to teach you some of the custom dances of him people, becoming your dance partner 

After days of begging, he even graced you with showing you what he called the “mating dance”, a dance performed by a man for his spouse, demonstrating his interest in courting her/him 

When you insisted on him teaching you the steps and performing the dance with him, he was over the moon 

After all, when the spouse joined the “mating dance”, it was a sign of willingness to accept him as his mate for life 

Santana was confused, were the loud noises not aggravating your ears?  

Was a human’s hearing so bad you had to listen to it so loudly? 

Or was there something wrong with your hearing ability? 

After a bit of studying and observing, he deduced it was normal human nature to do so, the loudness allowing them to solely concentrate on the songs, leaving all other problems behind 

Your dancing was very different than anything he has seen in his life, also likely the product of the development human kind 

You tried to teach him a few steps, and surprisingly he turned out to be an ok dancer  

For him, it worked both ways 

While he would be able to learn something new, you would enjoy yourself a bit more with his company 

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[owliellder]

Music Recs (for writing)

I thought it would be fun to make a post of the type of music I listen to when I'm writing while also providing music recommendations cause i love finding new music myself. obviously I'll add more as I go along

I use music to help with feelings (like angst, love, fluff, etc) since I struggle conveying those naturally and I only really use apple music because spotify has always evaded me, so I'm literally just going to write each song and then link it on youtube 😭

also heads up, my music taste is EVERYWHERE so there is no rhyme or reason to any of this

Fluff/Happy Mix:

Fall On Me by R.E.M.

Fresh by Daft Punk

Keep Feeling Fascination by The Human League

Around and Around by John Denver

Sultans of Swing by Dire Straits

Feel It All Around by Washed Out (don't mind me, just adding Washed Out's entire discography here)

You'll See It by Washed Out

Angst:

Veridis Quo by Daft Punk

Face to Face by Daft Punk

Wicked Game by Chris Isaak

It's Raining Again by Supertramp

Take The Long Way Home by Supertramp

Eyes Without a Face by Billy Idol

Goodbye Again by John Denver

Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve (this is a very specific type of angst I feel)

Belong by Washed Out

Phone Call by Washed Out (this version of the song can only be found on youtube)

You and I by Washed out (again, this specific version is only on youtube)

Clap Intro by Washed Out

What Once Was by Hers

Just Wait Til Next Year by John Maus

Sprawling Idiot Effigy by Nero's Day at Disneyland (I do not suggest you listen to this one unless experimental music is your thing cause I tend to listen to Nero's Day at Disneyland when I am too under-stimulated to write)

(In) Love:

Love Story (Instrumental) by Lana Del Ray (I put this on loop for hours it's such a beautiful instrumental)

Digital Love by Daft Punk

Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

Linger by The Cranberries

Annie's Song by John Denver

The ENTIRE Paracosm album by Washed Out (trust me on this one it all flows as one song)

Eyes Be Closed by Washed Out

Amor Fati by Washed Out

Everything in You by Adventure Time (ft Half Shy) (the Fionna and Cake series ruined me)

Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues, London Festival Orchestra

Baby I'm Yours by Cass Elliot

Stay by Oingo Boingo

Spice 😈:

not a lot of this yet since i tend to listen to my BG music when writing smut

Lose Yourself to Dance by Daft Punk

Make Love by Daft Punk

Hurt/Comfort:

Something About Us by Daft Punk

Instant Crush by Daft Punk (ft. Julian Casablancas) (I really like Daft Punk)

Why (12" Version) by Carly Simon

Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

Back Home Again by John Denver

Poems, Prayers, and Promises by John Denver (I also really like John Denver)

Kids by MGMT

The Ghost Inside by Broken Bells

Andromeda by Weyes Blood

Luck by Washed Out

Far Away by Washed Out

Fly Away by John Denver

General Scene Building/BG:

now this is my favorite part since these are what I use most often when writing. you can pick out obvious tone indicators here in the titles 😭

a way i've learned to tap into certain feelings for when i'm writing is by using my own feelings on personal experiences, so a lot of these playlists i'm linking I have a lot of personal connection to (also because they're all so damn specific)

you're inside the last memories of a dying person (playlist) by nobody

you're an astronaut lost in space (playlist) by nobody

i feel like i've been here before (playlist) by nobody

|| nobody here || Silent Hill fog core playlist by Armand Tormo

February 22, 2001 - A liminal playlist by Dan

recalling moments of a christmas that never happened (playlist) by nobody

you're visiting the grave of an old friend while remembering the moments you spent together (playlist) by nobody

you found a place where spring is eternal (playlist) by nobody

you're staring at the ceiling while creating romanticized stories in your head (playlist) by nobody

you're walking under the golden trees watching the melancholic leaves dancing in the air (playlist) by nobody

Lost in the Poolrooms (a visual vaporwave mix) by K1K1n

Music for Vibin' on Jupiter's Hydrogen Sea (vaporwave mix) by olimar124

Unknown Songs (Lost Media Comp.) by Christopher Cherigo (one of my hyperfixations is unknown songs lololol)

[running-with-kn1ves]

(Miha-writing anon here! A little snippet of my interpretation of Miha and Manager's first meeting, along with how he maybe started falling for them! Hope you're doing good!)

TW for mention of dieting!!

“I’m excited to work as your manager!” You said, smiling at your new client. You were a rookie at the agency, rookies get rookies, so you were assigned to an upcoming idol, who had made his debut a few weeks ago. He was a great singer; you could see why his debut single had already gotten so popular.

Miha was oddly quiet, despite the outgoing persona he displayed during interviews. You two didn’t talk much outside of work, he was always training or rehearsing, while you sat at the office and managed upcoming events. The manager position wasn’t as glamorous as the movies made it seem, instead of having sushi with celebrities you sat at your desk and ate cold pasta out of a Tupperware.

You stood outside of the dance room, waiting for Miha. Standing on your toes, you peeked in through the door’s tiny window. Miha was following his coach’s moves to perfection. He wasn’t just naturally skilled; he was an incredibly hard worker, who never backed down. He’d extend rehearsal for hours just to nail one part of the song. You knew the distanced relationship the two of you had was normal, it was good even, but deep down, you wanted to know more about him.

Staring harder at the document did nothing, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. As his manager, you received a copy of Miha’s training program, this time it was accompanied by a diet. This was just absurd, it was way too little, you looked in shock at his pre-planned meals, if you could even call them that. You stood up from your desk, marching over to the dance room. To your surprise, Miha was alone, sitting up against the large mirror.

“I already know…there always has to be something wrong with me, it’s like no matter how hard I try, it’s never enough”, he said quietly, face buried in his hands. You acted without thinking, sitting down next to him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“There’s nothing wrong, Miha, you’re amazing, I’m so proud to be working for someone like you, nothing needs to be changed and nothing is going to be”, you spoke. He raised his head to look at you, his cheeks were damp with tears, it tugged at your heart. He was human; he couldn’t just be controlled how others wanted him to be.

“Do you promise? That things will stay like this?” He asked, his voice weak. Miha leaned against you and you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed, he needed it.

“I promise, I have an idea, let’s go get lunch!” You offered, smiling. He wiped his eyes and nodded. You helped him up, he didn’t let go of your hand, not even as you passed by other personnel.

You had a feeling this would be better than the movies.  

IM IN LOVE <3333!!!! Manager's strife is so real but Miha is so normal and realistic o(TヘTo) And that last line? Oho boy. If I was Miha I'd be attached too. I'd like to think that with all the pressure coming from everyone else, Manager is like that source of stress relief and shoulder to cry on for Miha, whereas everyone else expects him to carry the world with one hand.

Manager! Reader is there to advocate for him without any expected return ( except for, you know, an hourly wage) and they're oddly genuine. I don't know if It was picked up on in the original piece but you might've been able to make the assumption that Miha twisted some strings and made it so he was Manager's only client after a while. I don't think I made it that apparent but that was something I wanted to add to his story 😅. I'd think he gets possessive incredibly fast, especially knowing how genuine Manager! Reader is and how willing they are to help others. As his career grows and his status becomes more important, Miha obtains the resources to make it so Reader has to solely focus on him. Poor reader :(, but that's just such Miha behavior.

In this snippet I love how almost soft Miha seems! He naturally becomes more prissy and selfish the more attention he gets in his idol-hood, but I love him once being a naïve, bright-eyed newbie who just needs a helping hand. Ugh thank you for liking miha enough to write this anon!! beautiful work, maybe you should take this boy from me and do him justice lol

#should I make a tag for miha? #feel like I should #miha.kn1ves #kn1ves rants #knives rants #writing #yandere #idol #yandere idol #idol x manager #idol x reader #yandere idol x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #x reader #reader insert #reader insert blog