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paradise-creator · 3 years

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Okayyyy. Seatbelt on, space cadet! I'm gonna take you on a loooong journey ✨

First of all hello again! I'm here to request for a Haikyuu romantic Haven Box if there's still a spot left. Take your time tho, I'm good at waiting 🙌🏻

here we gooo. so I'm an 159cm pansexual asian girl. I'm a little bit on the chubby side. I got long black wavy hair and I always let it down. People say I look rude and cold so they are afraid to befriend me at first (some even hate me for no reason.) I mean its not my fault that I borned with this resting bih face 😭💔 I love wearing dark colored clothes, high waisted jeans and Sneakers.

I do wear makeup, and my favorite lipstick color is red. Like a really bold red. That's like my trademark.

for personality, I'm an enfp, taurus, gryffindor (big yikes!); I think I'm a pretty openminded person. I'm not afraid to speak up and I will fight (both using words and fists) for what I believe in. People see me as someone confident and to look up to; Tho honestly I'm pretty insecure with myself. Like I find nothing good about me and got depressed easily. Its like I have this happy clown persona everytime I'm outside my house and once I go back to my bedroom by myself its all the sad clown hours haha. ooh- this is getting kinda heavy. 😵 But anyway I care about my family and friends a lot. Their happiness is actually more important than my own. So I'd do anything to help and protect all of them.

My hobbies are sleeping, singing and watching horror movies/true crime documentaries; and yes I got scared after watching those stuff so I ended up searching for some broadway musical 😂😂 I also love to play games; otome games, cause my love life sucks *coughs*

Some facts about me!!

I believe in soulmate. Just the thought that we all have someone created specifically for us is making me happy 🥺❤

I'm a touch starved person. So I like doing skinship and PDA. I just love being spoiled and showered with love I guess 👉🏻👈🏻

I hate spicy foods, cause it really burns my throat. and I also hate lizards. They are gross and weird 😭😭

I believe ghosts are real and I'd definitely want to speak to them someday. Just asking them how does it feel to be a ghost? Is there a way to help em stop being a ghost? (Only with the nice ghost of course) 👻💕

My favorite song is Helpless by Phillipa Soo and if that doesn't show how much of a Hopeless romantic I am then idk 😂😂

I love watching tarot cards reading.

I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers trope and I can't stop this addiction. Like aaaaa its cliche but I love em so much ashdjflgl

Okay thats it! I need to stop talking before my ask give you some real headache 😂 I wish all this information helps you write a little bit and not bother you in one way or another!! Have a great day and stay healthy in this pandemic situation 🙌🏻✨ see yaaaaa~☆

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Old habits die hard

- No matter what

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I'd match you up with

Oikawa Tooru, The Grand King

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Sun drops

- Okay, when I read your description Oikawa popped in my head. So on to the great king we go!

- I also had an Oikawa brain rot when I decided to do your request but either way, I still think you two would look cute!

- Oikawa is the most realistic character in Haikyuu and I believe you two would definitely match

- You feel insecure? No worries, Oikawa already saw it coming and is going to give you compliments and gifts

- He may not look like it, but he is really observant

- You can't hide your feelings from this man cause he has been through that

- You both were deemed the power couple of the school

- He would ALWAYS always remind you to take care of yourself

- Both of you seem confident and really out going but in reality, you both are really insecure

- You both would understand each other

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- He almost NEVER calls you by common nicknames, except for Queen and princess

- Your nickname can be something weird like my little Alien or smth

- Whenever you watch a game, he alsyws gives you his extra jersey or his jacket

- He would randomly say I love you and if you don't respond, he'll pout

- You gave him a plushie and he named it after you

- Stargazing (Alien hunting) is his favorite type of date

- Study dates almost always ends up with one of you dead asleep before starting anything

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No matter what

Oikawa Tooru is the grand king of Seijoh. He was handsome, smart, and all that. He was very athletic and observant. He gets along with everyone and anyone. He could get any girl to swoon to him but he is only loyal to volleyball and Iwaizumi. And that’s what people thought, but this king has fallen off his throne. He, has fallen in love and doesn’t know what to do. It started with the little things like seeing how she loves skinship or how she hates spicy food. He thought it was normal, he was observant after all. But as time passes, he realized that he might be falling. He tried and tried to avoid it, knowing that it might just hurt him in the end anyway. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to fulfil what was in her heart because he would always choose volleyball. Oikawa had a girlfriend once, she left him because he wasn’t good enough, and he didn’t give her enough of his time.

Oikawa did not want that to happen again. He didn’t want his heart torn into pieces yet again. But still, he fell deep into the rabbit hole called love. And he hated her for it, becoming her enemy for no reason at all. But, fate seemed to be in his side. Soon enough the “mortal nemesis” relationship faded away and love soon blossomed. It wasn’t as smooth as most people would say but it’s still a beautiful sight to behold. The way Oikawa looks at her with so much love and passion, it’s breathtaking. The way that she would cheer for him no matter what, it’s alluring. A love so pure that it seems surreal and impossible. From then on, the great king knew that she was thee one. He knew that even if he was too busy, she would understand. He knew that she would always be by his side no matter what the cost is.

And he knew that no matter what happens, he would always love her. Volleyball may be his priority, but he will soon get out of it. Slowly but surely, the walls he built was crumbling away. Slowly but surely, his distant exterior grows into an attached and close koala. Oikawa’s train of thought was then shattered as he heard someone calling out to him. “Oi Shittykawa, why the hell is your face like that?” Iwaizumi said as he cringed at the sight. “Geez Iwa-chan, can’t a guy think about his soulmate in peace?” He then responded as he glared at the shorter male. “We have a game to play, Stupidkawa. And if you miss her so bad, why don’t you go to her at the stands and talk to her?” Iwaizumi said as he glared intently at his best friend. “I have a better idea,” Oikawa said as he stood up. His eyes wandered around the bleachers to find his one and only. And soon enough, he was able to see her long black wavy hair and her beautiful eyes. “Princess!” He yelled.

The female then smiled and waved at the player adorning the cyan colors with the number one. “Yes, my prince?” She yelled back. “Oh! My darling Princess! I love you with all my heart and know that no matter what, I’ll still be in love with you,” He yelled. The stadium awed at the interaction. Oikawa now found his one and only, his soulmate. And he would never let go, no matter what.

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Author's note

Hello there! I'm so sorry for doing this quite late. Since exams and school and all that.

I hope you enjoy this matchup nonetheless! And I also made sure that the drabble was a bit different and unique to make up for it. Since I decided to try out a new way of writing.

#☁️matchup #Oikawa Tooru #anime #fanfic #fiction #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#Matchup #anime matchup #haikyuu matchups #hq matchups #hq oikawa #Tooru Oikawa #Drabble #BlackPearl

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 24 – Flushed

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Changbin

Caregiver: mostly Aussie-line

Changbin’s POV.:

Today everyone had their individual schedules and now that it was afternoon, I had the studio to myself. I tried to come up with lyrics to a new track I was working on but something was blocking me. My mind kept turning up blanks and the harder I tried the less I got. After frustrating two hours and no results, my head was pounding from staring at the bright screen and thinking too hard. Rubbing my temples, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes for a second. Or so I thought. That second turned out to be three hours long and my heart almost stopped when I glanced at the clock afterwards. Never in my life had I imagined that I’d ever fall asleep at work. I had no idea how that could happen and felt very lazy and guilty. I was supposed to put in an effort for this team, like any other member was doing right now. What was even worse was that my head was only aching more now so my chances of actually getting anything done were quite slim. Sighing I pick up my phone to find a text from Chan.

Chan: Hey, Hyunjin just lost a bet and is now cooking dinner for all of us. You’ll be home by 7pm, right?

Wondering what the bet must’ve been about, I type a short reply, letting Chan know that I’ll be there. With an hour left, I decided to shut everything down and walk back to the dorm. It’s not that close but I hoped the fresh air would help my head, besides I’ve been sitting all day. I slipped into my jacket and switched off the light before locking the door. Exiting the building, I pulled my hood up and put in my earphones. Given the season, it was already dark outside and the streetlights were on. It was a bit colder than I expected, especially with the wind that was picking up. I shoved my hands into my pockets to keep them warm and took a deep breath. It felt amazing, I was slowly waking up from my daze and I felt free.

I was about halfway to the dorm when I was rejecting my decision to walk. My jacket wasn’t thick enough to block out the wind and my fingers had mostly gone numb. The wind made my nose run and eyes water, so I constantly had to rub my face on my sleeve. Trying to wrap my jacket tighter around my freezing form, I speed up my pace. The thought of being welcomed in our warm dorm with fresh cooked dinner waiting pushed only pushed me on more. It felt like an eternity but I finally made it. Kicking off me shoes in the hallway, I rubbed my hands against each other while the tingling sensation faded. When I entered the dorm, dinner was already served and they were only waiting for me. I quickly went to wash my hands before taking a seat. “Are you ok? You look really flushed”, Chan, who was sitting next to me, asked, furrowing his brows. “Aish hyung, you have no idea how cold it is. I walked back”, I laughed, pressing my cold fingers to my even colder cheeks and afterwards to his neck. He flinched ducking away before everyone erupted in laughter at his shocked expression. I sniffled a bit before picking up my chopsticks, my nose was still a little runny from the change in temperature.

I had to admit, Hyunjin did quite alright with his cooking. Most cooking-skills in this group are awful but to my surprise it turned out not only edible but also quite tasty. Most importantly though, it was nice and hot, quickly warming me up from the inside out. If only my head had stopped pounding I’d also be able to follow the conversations around the dinner table. Chan kept glancing at me as I didn’t contribute to the jokes as usual, but I couldn’t focus enough to do so. While clearing the table, the maknae-line decided we’d have a movie-night and laughing along with it, Chan promised to make popcorn for everyone. I couldn’t remember what other plans they made since I was now cursing the warmth of the dorm that I had been yearning for so badly earlier. Suddenly feeling overheated, I started sweating like crazy and decided for myself to just follow along with my groups plans instead of contributing any ideas to it myself. My shirt already felt sticky and I felt a drop of sweat run down my neck. Did they turn the heating up? Or was it maybe the food? It might have been the contrast in temperature after walking outside that threw my sense for hot and cold off balance. Stumbling to the bathroom, I splashed some cold water on my face and pulled my sweater off. Only wearing a thin t-shirt underneath, I let the water run over my wrists before splashing some more on my face. Chan had followed me after watching me hit my shoulder on the doorframe as my balance was off somehow as well.

“Hey, honestly Binnie, are you alright? You’ve already been back for a while and your face is still bright red”, Chan stated his observation. “I don’t know. It’s just soo hot so suddenly and everything’s sticky and sweaty” – “Yeah, that’s a fever”, he announced pressing a hand against my neck. “Have you been sick all day?”, he asked gently, allowing me to sit down on the closed toilet-lid as he noticed how weak I felt. “I don’t know, looking back, it would maybe make sense if I was sick”, my tone more questioning than anything. “I couldn’t focus and had no ideas at all. My head started hurting pretty bad and it still does. I don’t know how it could happen and please don’t be angry, but I fell asleep in front of the computer”, I was putting all the pieces together, more for myself than for anyone else. “Actually, saying it out loud, that would be the best explanation”, I figured, looking up at my leader. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad. It happens to the best of us and I know how hard you usually work. I doubt you could help it, being sick. It would also explain your runny nose”, he pointed out. “That only started on the way back and I thought it was the wind”, I mumbled weakly, my energy draining away more with each passing second. “How about you take a shower so you feel less sticky and if you feel up for it you could join us for a movie. I’ll go and find you some medicine to bring down your temperature and maybe ease that headache a bit”, Chan gave me a comforting smile and patted my arm. I nodded weakly before pulling myself up and peeling my sweat-soaked shirt off. After Chan disappeared, I took a quick shower, which turned out to be really quick as my limbs were feeling heavy and just standing there took unimaginable effort. Besides that, the water was giving me goosebumps and I soon felt freezing again. Shivering, I toweled off and put on my fluffiest sweatpants and an oversized hoodie to keep me warm before drying my hair properly. When I reunited with my group in the living room Chan gave me a strange look: “I thought you were too hot?” – “Binnie’s always hot”, Felix piped in from the sofa. “Not anymore, I’m cold now”, I replied while trying to keep my teeth from chattering. Chan frowned handing me a pill along with a glass of water and Felix got up, disappearing to his room. I took the medicine Chan had given me and let him guide me to an unoccupied space on the sofa. A few members were already sitting on the floor and I figured they had kept some room for me after Chan had told them about my condition. I was sitting next to Jisung and placed my head on his shoulder. How could I be so damn tired after not really doing anything and having a three-hour-nap?

When Felix returned, he was dragging his favorite blanket with him. He handed me a pair of fluffy socks which I gladly put on while he climbed onto the sofa next to me. I was now comfortably sandwiched between the September-twins and my donsaeng pulled his blanket over the three of us before cuddling up to me tightly. “Thank you, Lixxie”, I whispered down at him, receiving a small smile and a side-hug. They offered me to choose the movie but admitting that I was too out of it to even follow the plot, I let someone else choose. I didn’t even know what they settled for. Seungmin was sitting on the floor in front of us and was closest to the coffee-table, he turned around and nudged my foot to catch my attention before placing a bowl of popcorn in my lap for Lixxie, Sungie and me to share. It was cute how all of them cared as soon as they knew I wasn’t doing too well. Lixxie didn’t leave my side at all, he was pretty much glued onto me, which I didn’t mind because he kept me from freezing. I was always fond of my favorite koala-baby but this moment really meant a lot to me. At no point through the movie was I actually asleep but I was in a dazed state for pretty much the entirety of it, soaking up the comfort provided by my members around me. Felix knew I was awake, because he kept feeding me bits of popcorn, knowing I liked it. That’s why he didn’t hesitate nudging me when the movie was over for fear of waking me, like the others would probably have. He helped me to my feet and walked me straight to my bed. I sleepily curled up under the covers, yawning. Instead of walking over to his own bed, Lixxie just climbed in next to me. He really is the cuddliest member but I can’t hear myself complaining as I slowly drift off in his arms.

#sick #sickfic #skz #stray kids #fanfic #whumptober #whumptober2020 #fluff #seo changbin #lee felix #changlix

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vorthosthewillis · 7 years

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S.F.T.W, part one

So this story comes from a simple line in @the-foxwolf ‘s latest tale, about how Finn knew of the magic dampening bracelets. From there, I jokingly posted a thing called, “HRLP” (yes, the misspelling was on purpose), asking for help, and thank you so much for everyone who offered their fanwalkers!!! This story exploded, and is already larger than probably any I have written so far on tumblr, so I am splitting it into two parts. Part two is nowhere near done just yet, but it’s coming, I swear. Anyway, without further ado… (Note: this story occurs directly after both Connections and A Dead Plane (the second by the awesome @gigaguessmtg ), both of which are sequels to Silence. Man, I was not expecting so many of these to link up so well)

Apple cider was heavenly. HOT Apple cider? It put apple cider to shame. Then Ansari brought up “hard” apple cider, and of course Finn had to try it. That involved going to a local bar, and that led to trying another hard drink first, and led to Finn and Ansari both a little… drunk.

“DUDE WE NEED TO START A DESTROYED WORLD ANONYMOUS GROUP MEETING, IT WOULD BE AWESOME,” Finn screamed at Ansari, who nodded and spun around in his chair before puking on the floor.

Yah, just a little drunk. “Dude, dude… you know who needs a group? Goblins man! They are so underrepresented!” Ansari called out as he wiped puke off of his face with a nearby napkin. “Whoa, I totally agree! I know this gobbo, named Piku, she made me this mask! It’s a special, magical mask!” Finn responded, and swatted Ansari’s hand away as he reached for it. “Mine!!! Mineminemineminemine!” Finn spoke all in one word, then took a deep breath before continuing, “Also, I know this guy by the name of Libs, on Stawthese, a pyromancer, very cool goblin, one of my closest friends!” Ansari gave Finn a look of respect, or at least what drunk Finn assumed was a look of respect. “I am SO GLAD I found someone who cares about goblins man! It’s soooo good to hear!” Ansari exclaimed, and Finn nodded, probably more than he should as he was… oh no… and there was the floor. It was as he slowly pulled himself back up that he noticed the azorius members sitting at a nearby table and watching him and Ansari with disgusted looks. Jerks, They didn’t know his life, or Ansari’s. They didn’t know what it was like. Screw them. Ansari was saying something about wierds now, but Finn could barely hear the other elf over the anger building inside of him. They didn’t know what it was like. How Dare They Judge Him. He staggered back onto his feet and sauntered over to the fancy men and women in their white and blue robes. “Wha… what gives you the right to judge me, eh?” The people at the table moved back, as if threatened, and Finn sarcastically added, ‘What? Think I’m gonna hurt you? Oh no, here comes the masked man, coming to stab your livers, you’ll never be able to drink again!” As one the group’s faces abruptly dropped into a serious face, and they stood up. Finn burped and grinned, though he dimly remembered they couldn’t see it. “What you gonna do? Rule me to death?” The azorius mage closest to him said a word, and suddenly Finn was on the floor again, and everything went dark. ~*~ Ansari awoke to find himself in a cold cell, light protruding from what must be a small window. This was not his home, nor Kaladesh… yesterday’s events flooded back into him, as well as a sudden pounding headache from all the alcohol, no doubt. Some people in white and blue robes detained Finn with some strange magic, and then came after him while he was talking about wierd equality. Though he was glad he could remember what happened, one of these days he wished he would be able to talk about equality in a… calmer manner than drunk. He looked around his little cell. It was pretty plain, with a little window and on the other side a metal door with a small barred window at the top. The only things in the room were a chamber pot and a bed, which he was currently on. As for him… he looked down in surprise as he realized that a pair of bracelets around his arms. “What the..” he said out loud, and tried to summon one of his moths to investigate out of the room, only to realize he couldn’t. He looked down again. The bracelets were dampening his ability to access magic somehow! He was really beginning to regret coming to Ravnica with that strange elf of a planeswalker. Almost as if on cue, he heard a groan from a nearby cell. “Finn, is that you?” Ansari called out, and surprised to feel a tiny bit of relief when he heard in return, “Nah, just another stupid hungover idiot who remembers getting trapped in some sort of azorius jail. Oh damn, was I a fool last night.” Despite the situation, Ansari chuckled and said, “So much for that wonderful sarcasm you seem to love.” “Yah,” Finn growled, “Sarcasm for the win.” ~*~ Finn sighed after that, and looked down at the cursed bracelets. This sucked, and honestly was all his fault. He simply had tried to be friendly and open up to Ansari, and it went extremely overboard. If stupid drunk Finn had been able to keep himself in check… but, to be honest, asking a drunk person to control themselves was like asking a dragon to not use its fire breath. It wasn’t going to happen. He sighed again. Coming to peace with his problems did nothing to help him out of here though. The sounds of someone, or perhaps multiple someones in some sort of marching file, faintly came through the doorway. Finn sat up quickly, saying nothing but watching his door to see if it opened. The footsteps came closer, and stopped right in for of his room. “Prisoner 428, please stay away from the door. No violence will be utilized against you if you comply,” a voice called out, and Finn yelled back, “428, eh? Been called a lot of things, but not 428. Can we switch it to 134? That’s my favorite number.” The people on the other side of the door did not respond, but the door opened nonetheless, revealing a man in azorius robes as well as what appeared to be two guardsmen. “Prisoner 428, I am here to remind you that you are under arrest for threatening a group of azorius lawmages with implied assault. Though this is considered a minor infraction and not in the league of serious infractions such as murder, we take threats to our guild members very seriously. As such, you have been assigned a court date in… “ the man looked down at a piece of paper, “…four months. After all paperwork is compiled, checked, rechecked, and presented, of course, which I am legally required to remind you can take up to a year for minor infractions as they do not take priority.” “What?!?” Finn growled in surprise and anger. The lawmage looked at him with wide eyes and the guardsmen put their hands on their shortswords. Finn rolled his eyes, and added, “Oh yah, be soo scared of the masked man with no magic. What am I going to do, kick you to death?” This time the lawmage starred with thinly hidden anger, and Finn didn’t need to read his mind to know this guy was pissed. Dang it, he shouldn’t have done that. He opened his mouth to try and apologize and calm down the situation, but the lawmage abruptly said, “Enough,” and walked out, the two guards seconds behind. The great metal door groaned as it closed once more, and as the footsteps faded, Finn smacked the bed. “Why do I always push people away!?!” he hissed out loud, and nearly jumped when Ansari answered, “Perhaps the same reason I tried to push you away, back on Kaladesh. It sucks trying to talk to other people, people who don’t understand your pain.” Finn nodded even though he knew Ansari couldn’t see it, and took deep breaths to calm himself. Now was no time to let his emotions take control, they needed a plan.

It didn’t take long for Finn to come to the conclusion he would need outside help. The biggest problem were these bracelets - without them he would be able to get out of here easily, but he couldn’t get them off. The problem then became how to get outside help and who. For obvious reasons, Ansari was out of the running. Saria had mentioned when Finn saw her a day or two ago that she was leaving Ravnica for a bit, so likely she was off world at the moment. What about that guy he just met yesterday, Lucion? No, he was likely still on Denicomus, and even if he wasn’t, there was no way to contact him to let him - “Well, well, well,” Lucion began as he phased out of the nearby wall, “Have a good evening?” ~*~ The lack of a face to watch made Lucion’s dramatic arrival lose some of its touch, but Lucion enjoyed the maneuver just the same. Finn’s head snapped forward to look at Lucion, and he was surprised to hear Finn respond, “Oh yah, best of my life, always wanted to be put in jail for a stupid misunderstanding. Isn’t that on your to do list, buddy?” This man was far stranger than he… no, this was more of his sarcasm, thought Lucion. Choosing to ignore it, Lucion came fully into the room and sat on the bed beside Finn. “Listen, I admit I do not understand why you are here, but I assumed you would be more interested in getting out.” “I am!”, a voice come from the other side of the wall. Lucion raised an eyebrow, and Finn pointed at the wall and simply said, “Lucion, meet Ansari. Ansari, Lucion. Happy introductions all around. Yay.” Lucion stood up, and made his upper half ethereal so he could reach through the thin wall. On the other side was an elf, his clothes and armor clearly not from Ravnica. “Wish we could meet under better conditions, but still, nice to meet you Ansari. I am Lucion, of Innistrad,” he said, and Ansari gave a small smile. “I’m Ansari, from.. Well, my world is gone, so currently Kaladesh. Are you a friend of Finn’s?” Lucion looked back through at the quiet masked man, now currently looking off into space. What was he thinking about it? “I don’t know about friend, per sayâ€¦ perhaps acquaintance?” he said as he turned to Ansari once more. That brought a laugh from Ansari, who responded, “Yah, I’ve gotten the feeling that Finn doesn’t have many friends.” “When you two are done making love over my problems, we need to talk about the plan here,” Finn said in an annoyed tone. Lucion turned back to Finn, who was now standing and staring out the window. “Ah, so have you come to your senses? Ready to leave this wretched building? Not even the ghosts like it here,” commented Lucion and he watched a nearby ghost nod in agreement. Finn’s response surprised Lucion: “No, you idiot.” ~*~ Finn watched Lucion’s face fall, just a smidge, and felt instant regret over his words. “Sorry man, pushing people away is apparently one of my strengths when stressed nowadays. What I meant is that Ansari and I can’t leave yet.” “What the heck are you talking about man ?!?” Ansari asked from the other room, and Finn quickly reviewed in his head the plan he worked out while Lucion and Ansari were talking. “Ok, so before you try to prison shank me Ansari, hear me out,” he began, and Ansari became quiet and Lucion took a seat on the bed once more. “We could leave, no problem, especially if Lucion would be so kind to take off these bracelets. But, we still have a problem. The Azorius would keep looking for us, perhaps even bring in the Boros to try and grab us. Not only would that mean we could not come back here, but everyone you associate with here would be targeted, too. Now, maybe that’s no one for you Ansari, but I have a close friend, another planeswalker, who calls this plane her home for now and I won’t be the one to ruin it for her.” Lucion nodded in agreement, with a look in his eye that Finn hoped meant that Lucion realized Finn wasn’t some bumbling fool. “What do you suggest then?” Lucion asked, and Finn answered, “It’s not good enough to simply leave, as I said. We need to get to the paperwork on this encounter. The azorius senate keeps careful records of every infraction, as that lawmage from earlier was so willing to remind me. We get the paperwork for this event, and pardon ourselves.” “Excuse me, but why not just destroy the paperwork? I feel that would be simpler,” Ansari injected, and Finn shook his head out of habit, even though he knew Ansari couldn’t see it. “We could,” he began, “ but you don’t know this group as well as I do. They likely have triplicated the paperwork by now, it will be almost impossible to get rid of. However, if we pardon ourselves on even one copy and make it look real, then when it is compared to the others they will assume the pardon simply wasn’t added to those forms yet. They will literally let us walk out of here at that point.” “Intriguing plan. How do you propose we pull it off?” Lucion asked, and Finn sighed. “I doubt we could do it just us,” Finn admitted, “But if we had help it would be a piece of cake, I could handle the paperwork if we could just get me to it. We have established I have one friend and that’s it, do you folks know anyone?” For a second everyone was quiet, and Finn felt a nervous trickle down his spine. “I.. I may have heard of or know one or two people could help us,” Lucion finally said, and Finn couldn’t resist raising his hands in the air and saying, “Score!!!” Lucion smiled, which made Finn felt good. He needed to be honest and show himself to others more often, and Lucion and Ansari both seemed like good people. Better than himself, at least. “So could we start with these cursed bracelets, my… acquaintance?” Finn said in a mocking, but playful tone, and Lucion replied, “Certainly,” before coming over to gracefully get the magic damping bracelets off. As Finn felt his connection to magic rush back to him, he threw up an illusion around both his and Ansari’s cells, showing them with bracelets still on. “Alright, here’s what I was thinking…” Finn began as Lucion moved over to Ansari’s cell. ~*~ Ellis was relaxing when the person he was pretty sure was a planeswalker walked into the gruul guildgate. Ellis gave the man a quick once over, surprised someone like him was in gruul lands. Guess he needed something… “Excuse me, are you Ellis? I am Lucion, from Innistrad. I heard of you from a mutual acquaintance of ours, and I was wondering if I could ask a favor.” Ah. “Listen man, not sure what you need, but are you sure you have the right guy?” Ellis asked. What type of favor could this guy want? Lucion curtly nodded, and said, “We would require you to… provide a distraction, and interfere with as many azorius members as you can.” Ellis smiled. This was a favor he could pull off. “When do we start?” End of Part One Lucion belongs to gigaguessmtg Ansari belongs to @erybia Ellis belongs to @foilmountain @actualborossoldier @baldore-of-the-boros, @confused-phyrexian… and everyone else I normally tagged I already did so earlier. If you would like to be included in my tags, or would like to see your fanwalker pop up in one of my tales, let me know!

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daddy!soo and baby baek during one of their sessions please?? (bless this blog it gives me so much happiness)

Omg okay, I’m warning you I went a little overboard and this is like sooo much longer than a normal drabble.

He’s in the process of waking up. He keeps his eyes closed as he rolls around in the warm, soft blankets. It’s a slow process, which he likes; he’s not one to rush. There’s no alarm, he has no responsibilities that call for him to wake yet, so he takes it slow. He stretches his arms high above his head, little body pulling taut as it stretches, back arching off the bed. His hand, currently sliding across where he’d totally have abs if he wanted to, stops just short of slipping into his little white briefs to take care of his morning wood. He’d received a text, his phone vibrating loudly on the table, so he chooses to lean over and check that first.

“Oh shit, oh no.” He pouts as he reads through his texts, opens his call log to see multiple missed calls. He’s nearly trembling as he taps the voicemail notification.

‘Baby, I thought you were told to stop sleeping in so late. Daddy is very upset with you, I don’t like when you miss my calls. Enjoy your day today, baby. I know I will, I’ll be thinking of just how to punish you. Love you.’

Baekhyun gulps, a little scared by his Daddy’s angry voice, but mostly turned on. He does slip his hand into his underwear now, the promise of punishment has his cock throbbing. He strokes himself slowly as his other hand works to send Daddy a heartfelt apology, signed with hearts and kisses and various other emojis that he knows will do nothing to save him from Daddy’s punishment when he gets home. He comes to the thought of his Daddy eating his pretty ass until he cries.

At nine thirty Baekhyun has done little more than go to the bathroom and make himself a sandwich. He’s moved to the couch in the living room now, lying with his head hanging, watching the channels change upside down. He hears keys, the sound of the door lock sliding open. Daddy!

But then he remembers he’s in trouble and his knees begin to knock, his cock is half hard as well but he chooses to ignore that fact. His eyes veer off toward the kitchen where he’d left his mess from earlier and he knows he’s only going to be in even more trouble now. Daddy hates messes.

Kyungsoo is silent as he enters the apartment, only gives Baekhyun half a glance as he bends to remove his shoes, loosens his tie. He slips his jacket off and hangs it over his arm, his eyebrow raising when his eyes fall on the mess in the kitchen. A disapproving noise sounds at the back of his throat and Baekhyun shivers; Kyungsoo chooses to ignore him to go place his things in their shared bedroom.

“Daddy,” Baekhyun’s voice calls from the doorway. He’s chewing on his lip, watching Kyungsoo pull his white dress shirt off, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing as he does; Baekhyun’s toes curl against the carpet. “Daddy, I’m sorry for the-”

The hand Kyungsoo raises silences Baekhyun. The light bounces off the face of Kyungsoo’s expensive watch as he turns, face unamused. “Five missed calls, Baekhyun,” he says. And Baekhyun really wants to listen, really wants to pay attention and hold eye contact like his Daddy told him he should when someone is speaking to him, but Daddy is shirtless and he looks so handsome when he’s angry.

Baekhyun’s hands fiddle with the doorknob, he finds himself unable to look into Kyungsoo’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Kyungsoo takes a good look at his boyfriend now for the first time. He’s got a long t-shirt on that hangs down to his thighs, his favorite pair of pastel colored knee socks on, one has fallen to bunch around his ankle. Kyungsoo momentarily wonders if Baekhyun is wearing anything under the shirt, but he quickly pushes the thought aside. He’s angry, not horny. Okay maybe both.

“How many times do we have to have the same conversation, baby? You’re old enough to make sure you set your alarm.” Baekhyun stares at his feet the entire time, hands held together in front of him. “I don’t want you sleeping your entire day away.”

Baekhyun doesn’t want to cry, he really doesn’t, but his bottom lip juts out, trembles and his eyebrows scrunch. He sniffles and betrays himself, tears streaming down his face as his Daddy’s words sink in. Daddy is disappointed in him and he’d much rather him just be angry.

“I- I’m sorry. I- I don’t m- mean to sleep in so late, Daddy.” He lets his legs give out and he crumbles into a sad heap on the floor. “I promise I’ll try harder Daddy. Really, I promise!” He looks up, eyebrows raised, and waits for Kyungsoo to speak.

“Get off the floor baby.” Kyungsoo sighs, what is he going to do with this child? “Come here,” he says, voice suddenly lower. “Baek, come here,” he repeats when he sees no movement from the boy on the floor.

Baekhyun gets to his feet, legs wobbling as he makes his way across the room. He stops at Kyungsoo’s feet, staring down at the little space between them. He’s stopped crying now but any little thing his Daddy says could make the tears start up again.

“Look at me.”

Baekhyun tips his head up, bottom lip pinched between his teeth. His eyes are large and round, lined with tears and smeared eyeliner. He feels so small like this, with Kyungsoo’s arms crossed over his chest as he stares into his eyes.

Kyungsoo grabs Baekhyun’s hand, pulls it up above his head and spins him around slowly. He’s pulled back, pressed into Kyungsoo’s front and is hit with a wave of relief because Daddy really isn’t that mad at him. Kyungsoo still holds Baekhyun’s hand with his, now pressing it against Baekhyun’s stomach; his other hand toys with the hem at the bottom of Baekhyun’s long shirt.

Kyungsoo’s lips are suddenly right beside Baekhyun’s ear. “Why don’t you show Daddy what you’ve got on under this?” Baekhyun nods, steps forward and turns. He keeps his breathing steady as his heart beat picks up, his hands grabbing onto the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up. With his face hidden behind the thin fabric he can’t see Kyungsoo’s face, but the way he takes in a sharp breath tells him Daddy is happy with what he’s showing him.

"No panties today, baby?” Kyungsoo grabs the shirt between Baekhyun’s hands and pulls it up and off, letting it fall to the floor. Baekhyun shakes his head; Kyungsoo’s lip curls up at one end. “Naughty boy.”

Kyungsoo walks Baekhyun backwards until he’s pressed into a wall. He lets his hands roam Baekhyun’s bare body, one going up to muss his hair. Baekhyun’s eyes slip closed and his head falls back, mouth opening when Kyungsoo’s hand ventures lower. “Daddy,” he whimpers.

“What is it baby? What do you want?”

Baekhyun’s breath is short, he tries to open his eyes but they only flutter and close again. “I- I want you, Daddy.” Kyungsoo lets out a dark chuckle and, suddenly, his hands aren’t on Baekhyun anymore. “Daddy?” He finally opens his eyes and Kyungsoo has taken a step back, face set with a blank expression.

“You’re in trouble sweetheart, remember?” Kyungsoo asks, twirling a piece of Baekhyun’s hair around his index finger. “Bad boys don’t get what they want, they get what they’re given.”

Baekhyun’s chin trembles along with the rest of his body. “What- what are you going to give me?”

Kyungsoo doesn’t answer the question. Instead, he presses himself into Baekhyun, trapping him against the wall. He leans in, and with his lips pressed to Baekhyun’s ear, whispers, “I want you to tell me when you’re going to come.” And with that instruction, he wraps his hand abound Baekhyun’s cock.

His hand moves slowly, dry, hot friction as it drags along the length. Baekhyun has his head resting on the wall behind him, lips parted in a silent moan. He whimpers and his thighs flex, toes curling into the carpet. Kyungsoo drags his thumb through the precum, spreads it as far as the small amount will go; he enjoys taking things slow, making his baby cry for him.

“D- Daddy,” Baekhyun swallows thickly, “I’m gonna come.”

Baekhyun’s eyes open and he frowns. Kyungsoo has a smug look on his face and both hands on his hips. He raises an eyebrow. “What’s wrong baby?”

“Why… why-” Baekhyun can’t seem to find the right words.

“How many missed calls did you have from me this morning?”

The previous feeling of his building orgasm is nearly gone now, veins running cold at the realization of what his Daddy is doing. “F- five,” he says, eyes downcast.

“Well then, baby, you get to almost come four more times.”

Baekhyun whimpers sadly but doesn’t dare argue. He did wrong and now he has to take his punishment; he wants to be a good boy so badly.

“Don’t forget to tell me when you’re ready to come, baby.” Baekhyun nods and Kyungsoo offers him a smile, one that says even though he’s punishing him, he still loves him.

Kyungsoo drops to his knees. Baekhyun gasps when thick lips wrap around his cock and slide all the way down, until nose touches skin. His nails are scratching at the wall, hips bucking forward. It feels so good, his Daddy is so good with his mouth. He gasps, digs his fingers into Kyungsoo’s hair; Daddy’s tongue is good too, he thinks.

After only a few short minutes Baekhyun has slid down the wall, knees close to buckling and dropping him to the floor. But his Daddy’s strong hands hold him by the hips, head still bobbing enthusiastically on his cock. He pulls on Kyungsoo’s soft hair and a sob falls from his mouth when he opens it to speak. “Daddy!”

Kyungsoo hurriedly pulls away, circling the base of Baekhyun’s cock with his hand. “Good boy,” he praises, looking up from his knees. When he stands he uses his knuckles to wipe tears from Baekhyun’s face, smiles at the pout fixed on his lips. “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

Baekhyun licks his lips and closes his eyes, he doesn’t want to start crying. “Daddy, I want to come. I want it so bad, Daddy please!” He opens his eyes to look into Kyungsoo’s and tears spill over and down his cheeks.

“Not yet, Baby.” Baekhyun’s face falls, even his pouting isn’t enough to break Kyungsoo this time. “Go lie on the bed, your legs are shaking.”

Baekhyun falls onto the mattress, bounces a couple times before he scoots to the center. He’s not sure how Kyungsoo wants him so he just sits cross-legged, waiting. Kyungsoo follows soon after, making a quick stop at the bedside table to grab lube. He tosses the bottle onto the bed and hops up beside Baekhyun.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Baekhyun is quick to listen, scrambling into the position Daddy asked for. He looks over his shoulder, watches Kyungsoo’s eyes as they trail down to look at his ass high in the air. Kyungsoo moves closer, sits on his calves beside Baekhyun, and runs his fingertips down his spine. Baekhyun shivers and Kyungsoo smirks, reaches behind himself to grab the lube.

Baekhyun holds his breath when he hears the cap pop open, he knows it’s not going to be Daddy’s cock, but he’s waiting to feel anything touch him.

Kyungsoo presses a slick thumb to Baekhyun’s entrance, doesn’t push in, but rubs gentle circles around the rim. Baekhyun’s muscles tense and he exhales shakily through his nose. “Relax,” Kyungsoo soothes, leans forward to kiss the side of Baekhyun’s hip. He brings his other hand up, under Baekhyun’s body, grabs his cock. His hand is slicked with lube this time and it feels so much better than before.

Baekhyun is so close; his legs slip open further, bringing his chest to the mattress. He buries his face in his arm and moans, Kyungsoo��s thumb still rubbing teasing circles at his entrance. It’s too much. He wants to come, but he can’t. Not yet. He almost cries when he opens his mouth, “D- Daddy, I’m gonna come.”

Everything stops. Kyungsoo’s hand on his cock, the thumb at his entrance, his orgasm. He’s still so hard. He’s never been so horny in his life. Daddy has never punished him like this before and he’s not sure if he hates it or loves it more.

Baekhyun falls onto his stomach and rolls over, tears spilling into his hairline. He’s beyond frustrated and he knows Kyungsoo knows this. Kyungsoo swipes the hair off of Baekhyun’s forehead and leans over to plant a kiss on the sweaty skin. “Almost there, baby,” he coos, running his thumb over Baekhyun’s bottom lip. Baekhyun catches the thumb in his mouth and moans around it, circles it with his tongue; he wishes it was his Daddy’s cock instead.

Kyungsoo chuckles, lets his baby indulge himself for a moment before pulling his hand away. He pulls Baekhyun’s bottom lip down with his thumb, watches it snap back into place. He licks his lips, “Do you like Daddy’s fingers?” Baekhyun nods, reaches for his aching cock only to have his hand smacked away, he whimpers pathetically. “If I let you touch yourself can you promise to stop before you come?” Baekhyun nods frantically, hand immediately reaching south. Kyungsoo leans in close, “If you come, we start your punishment over.” Baekhyun gulps, but nods.

Jerking his own cock feels good. His head digs into the pillow under him and he moans shamelessly. What he doesn’t expect is for Kyungsoo to grab his knees, spread his legs, and dive face first into his ass. He moans loud, bordering on a scream, and clenches Kyungsoo’s head between his thighs. “Daddy! Oh my g- fuck!” Kyungsoo flicks his tongue over Baekhyun’s asshole, presses in just slightly, enough to make Baekhyun scream. He can feel Baekhyun’s legs shaking, his body jolting with each stroke of his hand. Kyungsoo doesn’t stop licking into him, wants to see if Baekhyun will be a good boy and stop on his own.

It takes every ounce of self control Baekhyun has. Tears stream freely down both cheeks and a sob wracks through his body, but he pulls his hand away from his cock. “Daddy please!” he cries, “please, please, please!” Baekhyun’s eyes don’t open until he feels Kyungsoo’s weight leave the bed. What he sees is his Daddy’s cock springing free as he slides his slacks and underwear down his legs. His own cock throbs and a pearl of precum leaks from the tip. Just one more, he thinks, one more and then I can finally come.

When Kyungsoo climbs back onto the bed he’s got a sweet smile, and he leans down and kisses Baekhyun for the first time since he got home. Baekhyun’s hands instantly curl around Kyungsoo’s arms and he holds on for dear life, not wanting the kiss to end. But it does end, Kyungsoo pulls back, readjusts himself between Baekhyun’s legs and slides his palms flat down smooth thighs. Baekhyun jolts at the touch, he’s sensitive and everything is too much.

“You know I love you, right?” Kyungsoo asks as he’s spreading lube onto his index and middle fingers with his thumb. Baekhyun nods, his eyes are closed and mouth open, just waiting. “And you know I only punish you because of how much I love you, right baby?” Another nod from Baekhyun. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy,“ Baekhyun rushes the words out, nods frantically, "of course I know, I love you too!”

Kyungsoo smirks, he brings his fingers down and pushes them into Baekhyun, taking his time. Baekhyun’s back arches and he gasps, takes two handfuls of the sheets. “Please,” he whimpers, not even really knowing what exactly he’s asking for. “Daddy, please.”

Kyungsoo doesn’t waste much time with stretching Baekhyun open, choosing to stop when three fingers slide in and out with ease. He spreads lube onto his length and pauses, takes a moment to appreciate the tortured state his baby is in. The tears dried on his cheeks, hair matted to his forehead, his chest rising and falling quickly with his short breaths. “You’re beautiful,” Kyungsoo says and Baekhyun would smile if he wasn’t so focused on trying not to cry again. “You ready?” Kyungsoo waits for Baekhyun to nod and then pushes into him.

Baekhyun lets out a long, slow moan, the tears coming back and sliding down his face. It feels so good. Too good. Kyungsoo is going too fast, just the right angle. “Daddy,” Baekhyun whimpers, pushes at Kyungsoo’s chest weakly. “No… Daddy, stop.” He gulps down a deep breath as his body shakes, his legs tense and he cries out. “Daddy! Stop, no! I’m gonna come, stop!” Kyungsoo only smirks, continues thrusting into Baekhyun, enjoying his begging. He runs a hand through Baekhyun’s sweaty hair and shushes him.

He’s sobbing when he comes across his own stomach. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t— you wouldn’t listen, I tried—“

Kyungsoo leans down and kisses him to stop his hysteric blubbering. “It’s okay, baby.”

“B- but you said-“

Kyungsoo pulls out of Baekhyun and scoots up the bed, picking Baekhyun up under the armpits and pulling him into his chest. “I said it’s okay, stop crying. I let you come, you’ve been such a good boy since I got home… it was only fair.”

Baekhyun whines and presses his face into Kyungsoo’s warm chest. “You should go shower,” Kyungsoo says, dragging a finger through the mess on Baekhyun’s stomach. Baekhyun looks down and agrees; he gets off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, but stops in the doorway.

Kyungsoo is still naked, lying against the headboard of the bed when Baekhyun turns back to him. “Daddy, what about you?” he asks, eyeing Kyungsoo’s cock, still hard between his legs. Kyungsoo looks at himself and smiles, tells Baekhyun that he’ll be fine and to go shower.

“No.”

Kyungsoo sits forward a bit, raises an eyebrow at Baekhyun. “Excuse me?”

“I- I mean… come shower with me, Daddy.” He studies Kyungsoo’s face, “Please,” he adds for good measure.

Kyungsoo sighs, but stands, walks over to Baekhyun in the doorway. He turns Baekhyun around and wraps his arms around him, walking them both forward, into the bathroom. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”

Baekhyun chuckles and nods, “I know.” He twists out of Kyungsoo’s hold and turns the shower on, then slips off his pastel knee socks, tosses them at Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo wraps himself around Baekhyun once again and they nearly fall into the shower, attached at the lips. “You should wear those socks more often, they’re cute.” He begins to shampoo Baekhyun’s hair, the latter sighing at the feeling of nails scratching his scalp.

“You like them?” Baekhyun asks. He waits for Kyungsoo to hum his approval before turning to smile at him. “I’m glad, you bought them for me last week, after all.”

Kyungsoo makes a face as his fingers freeze in Baekhyun’s hair. He scoffs in amusement. “You’ve been online shopping with my card again?” He’s not mad and Baekhyun knows it. “I’m gonna have to get you a job, so you’ll have something better to do than sleep in and spend my money.”

Baekhyun backs away from him, face scrunched in disgust. “Thats not funny.”

“Maybe I’ll have you come work for me. You could be my secretary, huh? Would you like that?”

Baekhyun looks scandalized. Work? What? “But Kyung-“ he stops, widens his eyes and pushes his bottom lip out, “But, Daddy,” he whines.

Kyungsoo laughs loud, he grabs Baekhyun and pulls him close, tucks his face against his chest. “I’m only joking,” he kisses the top of Baekhyun’s head and pushes him back a few inches. “But, I’m serious when I say I don’t want you sleeping in so late anymore. You waste away your whole day like that.”

Baekhyun pouts, nods sadly. “Okay, I’ll get up early tomorrow.”

“I’m gonna call and make sure,” Kyungsoo says with his eyebrows raised. “And, you know what happens when you miss my calls.”

After their shower, and the blowjob Baekhyun gave Kyungsoo halfway through it, they climb into bed, fresh and clean. Baekhyun curls into Kyungsoo’s side and kisses his cheek. He thinks about Kyungsoo’s warning, about what will happen if he sleeps in again tomorrow.

Baekhyun falls asleep with a smile on his face, knowing he hasn’t set the alarm on his phone. Maybe he is a bad boy after all.

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