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hemlocksandfoxgloves · 28 days

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WIP Wednesday Thursday Game (by @kedreeva)

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!

tagged by @outcastpack

File names:

Twin Flames

Lyla and Kayla's story

Buddie Bachelor party/Hangover fic

I Hear You're Looking For An Anchor (Thiam)

Lily's Story

Snippet from Twin Flames

Jake was supposed to meet Clay for lunch. They found this quaint spot outside that gave them solitude away from their peers. They could just be them. Clay sat under the canopy of the huge oak tree for the past 20 minutes now and lunch was quick to an end. He felt a radiant tepid breeze flutter through the strands of his short golden hair. They always took advantage of these cloudless days to have their lunch outside together. So where the heck was Jake?

Minutes before the end of lunch bell should ring, Clay was tracking through the cafeteria. A familiar voice sitting at the popular table catches his attention. So, this was where he was after telling Clay he would meet with him.

His voice filled with frustration, Clay’s voice rang out, “Jake!” quickening his steps toward him. Jake doesn’t hear him over the loud chattering surrounding him. Clay tries to push through the crowd of people. “Jake!” he tries again, louder.

Finally, Jake’s attention is drawn to Clay’s voice, their eyes meeting instantly. Jake forces a smile on his face as Clay reaches him. “Oh, hey, Clay! What’s going on?” he says, trying to save face. The look on Clay’s face as he approached was daunting.

“Can I talk to you?” Clay asks him with clenched teeth. “In private?”

Jake looks at him, unsettling. “Uh, yeah, sure man,” he stumbles over his words as he slowly stands up from his chair. The chair squeaks against the linoleum with force before Jake follows Clay to a secluded corner of the cafeteria.

Clay turns around and looks at Jake, his brow furrowed. “What’s going on? I thought we were supposed to sit together. You told me to wait for you.”

Jake glances at the popular crowd behind him. “Yeah, about that…” He grabs at the back of his neck sheepishly as he says, “Derek found out about my dad and he asked me to sit with them.”

Clay’s eyes narrow, his frustration growing. “What do you mean by found out? There’s no way he just casually found out your dad is the lead singer of “Six Fears.”

Jake’s voice takes on a defensive tone as he replies, “Okay, so maybe I told him. So what?”

Clay looks at him bewildered. “So what is that you asked me to wait for you, and when I do, you’re here with the popular crowd.”

Jake feels a tightness in his chest, his eyes flickering over Clay’s face. Shifting, he discreetly puts his hands deep in his pockets and digs his incisor into his bottom lip. His shoulders hunch as he says in a hushed tone, “What’s gotten into you, huh? I was just trying to make friends.”

Clay’s voice cracks as he retorts, “But I’m your friend. Your best friend. Isn’t that enough? I mean, are they really your friends if you can’t be yourself around them?”

“I’m not gonna just forget about you if that’s what this is about.”

Clay notices how Jake’s eyes drift from his to something behind him. Turning his head, he sees Christy, Derek’s cheerleader girlfriend, giving Jake flirty eyes. Clay’s frown deepens when he sees Jake cooly waving at her with a nod of his head, a grin a mile wide.

Clay’s already present frustration boils to the surface and a heavy sigh escapes his breath. Clay didn’t know if he was just jealous or protective, but he did know Jake. The need to be noticed by his peers was evident. It was the fallout that he was worried about. “That is my point. Christy Harris never would’ve looked at either of us before all this.”

Jake’s previous grin is replaced with a purse of his lips, trying to keep a level head. Clay’s frustration seems to be reflecting onto him and he just wants to get away before they start to look like they’re having a lover’s spat. They fight sometimes, friends do that. Jake has come to learn when he and Clay fight, though, they are petty and meaningless. The way couples usually fought. He knows Clay has a sensitive heart and a short temper, but his frustrations tend to land on Jake every time. Jake isn’t as level-headed as he’d like to admit, but he especially hates it when their heated conversations become public knowledge. His best friend just brings emotions out of him that he tries so hard to conceal. He can’t blame himself for snapping a little.

“Just let me have this!” He pauses and looks around, hoping nobody notices his little outburst. Fortunately, nobody does, but when he looks back at Clay, he wishes he had never raised his voice at him. Clay could give Lucky a run for his peanut butter biscuits for the way he looks at Jake half of the time. On a softer scale, he says, “They’ll forget all about it in a few days, okay?”

With a reluctant nod, Clay responds, “Fine, but if somebody gets hurt, nothing will stop me from telling you I told you so.”

With a pinched expression, Jake watches his best friend walk away. He didn’t bother to move until the bell signaled the end of lunch and to head to class. He wasn’t expecting Clay to be this upset, but he guesses it’s nothing he can’t handle. Seven years has given him the knowledge on the how-tos to handling a cranky Clay. As of late, that seems to be a constant compared to how well they used to get along. Jake promised they would be best friends forever and high school wouldn’t change that. He wouldn’t let anything separate them. Not even himself.

Tagging

@thiamsxbitch @elliecreed @equallyloyalandlethal @wolfboy88 @ksbbb @kingofangst @chasing-chimeras @unsanedes

#wip game #wip thursday #twin flames #original stories #original characters #its been so long since i wrote #THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY!!#I wrote something!! 😭

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dreamwatch · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday Game

I got tagged in WIP Wednesday by @farahsamboolents- thank you! :D

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

File Names:

Like A Stone

Recovery & Aftermath

Dustin & Eddie

Eddie Hands One Shot

Steve & Eddie 90s

Prison Fic

Jesus, every time I do this there's another one to add to the list... and not a single finished fic. 😫

Ok, because I haven't done this for a bit, and because I have never shared a whole fic, I'm going to drop a decent size snip below from Like A Stone. This is part of a scene that I hate and I'm thinking of cutting, so I'll leave it here for posterity. Also, I think this falls under the realms of unreliable narrator...

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“I didn’t really think you cared anymore, to be honest.”

Eddie stares open mouthed. “What? What do— of course— ” He reaches up and grabs Dustin’s wrist and pulls him back to sit on the bed. “Hey, look at me,” he says ducking his head to catch Dustin’s eyes. “Of course I fucking care, you asshole. Of course I care.”

“It doesn’t feel that way sometimes,” Dustin chokes out. “It doesn’t feel like it ever, actually. You’re never around anymore—”

“I work, man—”

“It’s not just work, Eddie, and it’s not just me. Whenever we call you’re out, and yet I know for a fact you don’t go anywhere. You haven’t spoken to Gareth in months. Out of all the people that left us, you’re the hardest to take, because you’re still fucking here.”

And it’s like an arrow to the heart. Because of course Eddie cares about him, but he’s done nothing to show it. Dustin has been an inadvertent victim of Eddie’s spiral. All the things he’s done to himself this last year to protect himself, they had consequences he hadn’t quite understood.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’ve— fuck.” Eddie takes a steadying breath. “Look, I’ve been going through some shit, okay? I mean, I think you know that, right? I didn’t hide it very well at New Years,” he smiles wanly at Dustin who doesn’t return it. Eddie looks across the room, out of his bedroom, anywhere but at Dustin.

“I haven’t felt… good, I guess, for a long time. And I haven’t dealt with that very well, and I hurt you and I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t mean to. I know it’s hard to understand but… it’s just really fucking hard to be around people right now.” He turns back to Dustin, who is staring at his shoes, nudges him with his knee to get his attention. “I’ll try to do better, okay?”

Dustin huffs, “Whatever man. I have to go.”

He watches as Dustin rides off through the trailer park and he feels like a piece of shit. How does he explain this to him? What this last year has done to him, how he’s not his Eddie anymore? He’s a broken bottle of a man, empty and sharp.

That he’s having actual conversations with a dead girl now. Steve says Chrissy is sweet, but that was before, before he killed her, before she told him she wants him to die. Chrissy is different too, now. And if Eddie spends more time with his friends, more time with Dustin, then that means Chrissy would be closer to them, right? And she was sweet, once, but he doesn’t trust her anymore, doesn’t trust her near Dustin.

So, he will try to do better, he will, but he has to be careful. He has to keep Chrissy away from his friends, and from Wayne. He deserves whatever she does to him, he deserves to be scared all the time, but they don’t. He couldn’t help her but he can keep them safe.

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Oki Doki - tag time! As usual no pressure tags and I am so sorry if I miss anyone or if this is the 20th time you've been tagged this week - I think I need to make a list of who actually wants to be tagged for WIP Wednesday, and who wants me to fuck off!

@gravytape @devilyouwere @thisapplepielife @hbyrde36 @occasionaloverboy @cuips-not-cute

#wip wednesday #my writing #dreamy writes

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rollercoasterwords · 1 year

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i actually just read atyd. like finished yesterday. and i had been putting it off because of things i heard about it on twitter/tiktok.

and oh god i don’t know how many times i’ll have to remind myself that it’s easy to get on a soapbox and claim something is problematic (a term that imo has lost most of its meaning) without critical analysis or understanding of what fan fiction is.

also i think the person talking abt their perceived issues w/ atyd could be coming from people all over tiktok saying atyd dorcas is white. which i don’t even remember being described. and even if she was, i fully think the fic was written before pottermore described her as Black. like ofc the fic won’t match current things we know because it was finished years before the marauders got super popular.

definitely agree w u that the word "problematic" has lost most of its meaning lmao!! like....literally it means nothing without context. calling something "problematic" is the beginning of an idea, which should then be followed by an explanation of how or why you take issue with that thing. and yet i see so many people using it as if it's the end of an idea, as if saying "this is problematic" is some sort of Ultimate Conclusion. v frustrating!!

and yeah i have seen the "critique" about dorcas being white in atyd, but to me that is a perfect example of what i mean when i say half the "critiques" are in bad faith. because taking issue with the fact that dorcas isn't described as Black in atyd assumes that mkb

knew that dorcas was canonically Black

chose to ignore that canon information because she'd rather not write dorcas as Black

and that just....isn't true?

first of all, dorcas being canonically Black is not widespread knowledge outside certain specific circles of the fandom, and it certainly wasn't widespread knowledge (as far as i'm aware) back in 2017-2018 when mkb wrote the fic. in fact, last year, in 2022, when i started writing thtf (a fic in which dorcas is one of the main characters), i didn't even know that dorcas being Black was canon. i thought it was just popular fanon! this is because i literally could not find any canon information about dorcas meadowes' race. i was informed by a reader that the reason that info is canon is because there was, at one point, a picture of dorcas on pottermore. in 2022 when i was looking for that picture, it literally wasn't there.

so basically - thanks to one picture that was on the pottermore website for a limited amount of time, a small percentage of the fandom knew that dorcas meadowes was Black. if you were not part of that small portion of the fandom who knew about the picture, you had no way of knowing that dorcas had any specific race in canon. dorcas as a character has gained a lot of popularity over the past like...2ish years, but she's literally a side character with one single sentence in canon, and historically most people have not been doing deep dives into research about her if they're using her as a side-character in their fics. back in 2017-2018, dorcas was not nearly as popular and the info about her canon race was not nearly as widespread as it is now (and it is still, again, somewhat niche information contained to a small portion of the fandom at large!)

so the actual situation, to my knowledge, is that mkb just...didn't know about that picture on pottermore. dorcas was a fringe side-character, essentially just a name on paper, and her role in atyd was really not that important. this wasn't a situation where mkb actively chose to change the race of a character, this is a situation where she picked a random name from a random side-character, unaware that she was missing a niche bit of canon info, because--again--this was a fanfiction she was writing, not a hyper-researched published story. (for christ's sake, she fucking spelled "walburga" wrong--clearly she was just a person wanting to write a story about remus + sirius, not a fucking harry potter researcher who was trying to strictly adhere to every single bit of canon info out there on the pottermore website, y'know?)

and this is what i mean when i say a lot of these "critiques" are in bad faith. because to say "dorcas is white in atyd" only works as a "critique" if you're starting with those assumptions above. and so essentially what you're getting is a bunch of people implying that mkb chose to ignore dorcas's canon race, which is incredibly misleading, but then other people see that and go "oh what a horrible racist thing to do!! this must be a Bad Story!! i will never read it ever, because i don't read Bad Stories, but i will continue to spread this information that atyd is racist, because that is Activism!!" and personally i just. think that is a really shitty thing to do. and also just an odd way to interact with these sorts of posts!! like, if someone says "dorcas is white in atyd," why is your first assumption that mkb purposely ignored canon info about race? why are we so ungenerous in our assumptions towards each other, when fandom spaces are meant to be about community? why not instead ask, "oh, why is dorcas white in atyd? did mkb know she was Black?" like....if people weren't rushing to burn each other at the stake, we might actually be able to have more productive and respectful conversations with each other, like "why, when we don't know a character's race, is the default people return to so often white?" but that is not a conversation that requires a Human Sacrifice to rake across the coals as penance for Imperfect Writing, y'know?

#ask #ranting and raving

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dollsuguru · 2 months

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hi hi! you can ignore this but i was really curious about your writing process?? you just write so well and i’m curious to see how your work starts from an idea all the way to the finished product!!!

the way my jaw DROPPED rn like omfg are you talking to ME??? I’M SHOOK PLEASE YOU ARE WAY TOO KIND AND SO GENEROUS 😭 my writing sucks ASS but thank you SO much you’re so sweet <333 i can try & let you know my process but tbh baby i do NOT have one 😭 but i’ll try to think of something 😭 also i’ll try to be as thorough/concise as possible but i’m sorry if i tangent! ALSO this’ll be long bc i’m a yapper so forgive me <3

1) everyone is different but in my case i have a tendency to ALWAYS think of new ideas for writing (at least for geto!) find a character that you can consistently think of ideas for bc they’ll serve as practice! also i JUST started writing a month or two ago so i, myself, am STILL practicing with every fic & i am always willing to learn!

most importantly, i write based off my whim! whatever idea has me in its clutches is the idea i’m writing for, even if that means i’m leaving other fic ideas in the dust at the moment! i recommend creating a list of fic ideas and save it as a draft (can be a wip list or literally just a random list depending on how many ideas you have!) — for those i tend to jot down random dialogue, vibes i wanna express, plot points i really wanna show, the personality of geto or reader, & whatever randomly comes to mind pertaining to that fic! i write it all down!

2) it honestly changes between fic to fic but i recommend asking for requests in the beginning — even writing just ONE thing will give you practice/an idea! so here are some examples of what i’ve written so far:

- the first thing i wrote was a request for suguru being obsessed w satoru’s girlfriend. the way i started that fic was thinking of the feeling that suguru would ultimately feel which was “guilt, shame, & desire.” and then i… personified? each thing! at first i personified guilt as an arachnid crawling in suguru’s throat but it didn’t work as well for me… and then i thought, “how about a serpent?” and it flowed much better -> slithering down his throat, embedding his fangs into his flesh leaving it raw, mangled, & bloody -> roaming across his heart/ribcage. and for that, and this may sound silly but i SWEAR by it, look up SYNONYMS for words on google! “dances along his bones -> pirouetting across his bones” i think little nods like that can help you not sound too similar all the time or like you’re constantly repeating yourself! shame was expressed in alcohol (amber whiskey ties into his amber eyes as well) & desire was expressed within the flicker of a lighter reader gave him which he holds in his hands (he imagines the cold metal as reader’s hands, which he ends up holding in his warm ones at the end)

- second fic “black is the color of my true love’s hair” was my first time writing a fic and that was because i wanted to write something for v-day & i really love this song! music can be a great inspiration — same w song lyrics! but for that one i had a few ideas i KNEW i wanted to use (knuckle kisses, stargazing, depressive suguru who reader gives a bath to/has a heart to heart with, and reader making a scrapbook for suguru!) he may be ooc but also i’m not afraid of making suguru be soft and quirky, i think that makes him fun! have FUN w different facets of your favorite characters personalities! also personally, i hate when readers don’t have personality/are always too shy/can’t banter/are too serious so i try to make my readers have a personality that align w the fic!

now for the knuckle kisses i knew what i wanted to do and i think that part came pretty easy! just a bit of revising as i was writing so i could be more descriptive in certain areas, change my wording around so it’d be less clunky in others! stargazing idea was incredibly hard & so was the scrapbook… so here’s advice i have for you that SAVED my ass. now. if you just wrote random writing in your drafts, whether it was just stream of consciousness that has nothing to do with the fic or was just a random piece of dialogue you jotted down — DO NOT DELETE IT. two parts of my fics were from RANDOM writing i wrote that had NOTHING to do w a romance fic and with a BIT of tweaking it gave so many ideas/serviced my story perfectly!

ex: i had zero idea of how to start the stargazing part so i just wrote the part i knew i wanted, which would’ve been in the middle of the story! aka reader buying the star for suguru and him being Shook To The Core. i was wondering how the hell i think of the events leading up to that, and one day i randomly just wrote “you zig-zag around the counter like a bumbling fawn” bc i was brainstorming ideas for the fic but was like… this has no place in my story BUT i didn’t delete it i just kept the draft. THEN i was like… wait this can work… so i used it as my beginning to the stargazing section and it flowed wonderfully! same w the scrapbook section! i wrote a series of dialogue that i ACTUALLY intended to use in an angst where reader despises suguru in their relationship, but with a bit of tweaking and deleting parts of reader being apathetic and suguru being toxic, it ended up being a great series of showing suguru’s overthinking nature/his genuine love for reader!

also maybe i do this unintentionally but i usually have a focus into suguru’s thought processes more in my fics… maybe bc i’m just curious abt him more than anything LMAO so that can be useful i think! if you’re like wow i have no idea how to write for my reader, write for suguru!

- third story was a request (shoutout bestie rem 🤝🤭) who gave such a cool idea of twisted suguru watching reader grieve him for leaving. now it wasn’t an actual haunting bc reader & geto are both alive, but i still used words of that nature to express them haunting e/o’s thoughts (mourning, ghost, corporeal phantom, living rigor-mortis etc…) the first thing i wrote for this fic was “prostrate yourself” — a tie-in to cult leader geto & also his confusing feelings about/towards reader. i also wanted to show bleakness so i mentioned suguru likening himself to a plague & a calamity. also don’t be afraid to show the ugly parts of a character — suguru is a bit callous in this but he’s still human and has a push & pull w/in himself! this fic i really tried my hardest to do a “show not tell” for certain paragraphs (bc i personally have trouble with that/dialogue/imagery/descriptions/engaging writing) — so i would constantly go into my “writing tips” tag and try and heed the advice they give!

sorry i don’t think i was of much help bc honestly i do NOT have a process 😭 even when writing my current fic about curator!geto — i just outlined OOOOOH WAIT OKAY HOLD ON YUP MIDTHOUGHT AND NOW I’M JUST PROPERLY ANSWERING YOUR QUESTION 😭

BITCHXHXHBXBX I FORGOT. OUTLINE!!!!!!! THAT’S WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR THIS WHOLE TIME AND I WAS JUST YAPPING AWAY FOR NO REASON I’M SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY OMFGGGGGGG OKAY SO 😭

curator!geto is the FIRST time i’m PROPERLY outlining a fic (so actually i didn’t do anything wrong pleek don’t beat my ass for yapping 😪) so basically since this is the first time i’m outlining i made sure to write the premise of the fic, characters & their jobs, their personalities, their place of work/interactions/relationships there and then also how they would meet! so i wrote how i wanted suguru & reader to meet, a few pieces of random dialogue, and then i also wrote about how they would later on be more romantic (in what way). i’m currently trying to think of a conflict and just now thought of an idea that i may or may not use but i wrote it down anyways! and this is the first fic where i’m properly paying attention to “show not tell” and trying to describe words/paragraphs with more imagery! (esp since it’s an artsy/visual fic!) tbh the “writing tips” tag on my blog will help you more than anything i can say 😭

also! i recommend looking up writing tips and also reading a bunch of fics that you like! my mutuals have some of the BEST fics i have EVER read and reading them is honestly a masterclass in itself of amazing writing/prose/how to flow a story wonderfully! i’m just a beginner so i have lots to learn still about fic-writing BUT just think of each fic as a stepping stone to getting better! write, post, but don’t overwhelm yourself/force yourself to finish a fic you have no ideas for. it’s okay if it takes time but also remember that it won’t ever be perfect so don’t let “perfectionism” stop you from posting your fics! someone will always read it — whether they rb, like, comment, or are a silent reader — someone will take the time out of their day to read your fic! and honestly don’t get caught up on numbers! i’m soooooo thankful that people read my fics & leave tags even if i think my writing sucks! it’s all in good fun at the end of the day! enjoy it however you can and i’m sure you yourself are an amazing writer! good luck bestie! <3

#asks #anon #but yeah so BASICALLY. idea -> random tidbits -> outline -> rawdog -> revise -> writing tips -> edit -> post #sorry if this was of no help omfg i hope i didn’t forget anything 😭#tbh i have no process and just rawdog every fic 😭#i listen to music — write suguru all sexily — and then call it a DAY!#tbh making your fic look cute could maybe help you too! have fun w font colors & choosing a fic pic!#lil things like that can help service your story too!#i just like to play w personalities & random prose and HOPE it sticks LMFAOOOOOO #tbh i rec looking up writing tips / i have my own tag & so do other people! look through those they’ll help out WAY more!#i recommend asking seasoned writers tbh 😭 i just started recently but thank you for liking my fics!#and if you like someone’s fic — take note of what you like and why you like it! maybe that can help you too!#if you have any more questions PLEASE feel free to ask! i don’t think i was of any help BUT you were very kind 2 ask me anyways jdndndndnd #anyways. GOOD LUCK! i’m sure you’ll kill it <3

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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hey there!! i just found your blog yesterday and have been (slowly) devouring your writing since yesterday (which are so so good btw, i havent found a sagau writer i loved in such a long time and your fics are making me fall in love w the concept all over again)

anyway, i've been binging the masterlist and i'm not sure if it's just me? but some of the links don't work and just bring me back to the masterlist post? like the logistics of your sagau take for example?? so i wanted to ask in case it's a problem on my end ^^;;

either way have a nice day!!

oh boy thanks tumblr-

firstly, thank you!! i’m very glad you like what i’ve put up, and am happy to hear it!

second… tumblr’s had an update recently that fucks with the links on posts. specifically, i use mobile, and pressing any link on my page that i haven’t updated makes me 1) launch it in browser 2) have it register as a search??? idk. it’s weird. i’ve been meaning to go through and update them all and will get on that. all this to say it might be doing something similar for you if you’re on desktop, as in it’ll launch as a search query and it finds the masterlist first (since the title of a post appears on the masterlist) but! i don’t know dick about computers soo ahahah sorry-

tldr; my blog has fucky links i’ve been meaning to fix (thanks tumblr :/) but! i am consistent with tagging. all my formal posts are under #sagau, and i tag the (prominent) characters, so if you’re searching for something in particular the search function should be of help. if not, i am very sorry! i’ll try to update the links asap!

#m1d : [chats]#i get my silly little internet points and redeem them at my cerebellum for serotonin #it is my favorite activity #you know what ISNT? dealing with tumblr #goddamn it you webbed sight please just let me post shit

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dollslayer · 3 years

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Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

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You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.

#missys writing challenge #bucky barnes x reader #bartender!bucky #fake dating #marvel fic #marvel au #marvel x reader #smut #bucky barnes fic #fluff #slight angst

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figgy-bug · 2 years

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Have u done Julieta hcs yet? If not...plssssss??????

Yes I absolutely can do Julieta hcs! :D

Requests are still open!

A/N: Stay tuned bc I managed to write a little tiny fic at the bottom of this hc post-

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Julieta

Now hear me out here-

Julieta isn’t tklish in very many places, but the places she IS-

Oh man-

Similar to Augustin, her lovely husband, she doesn’t mind being tkled, especially by her kids!

The kids usually go for spots like her sides and her ribs, which don’t have much effect on her, so she can tolerate the tomfoolery

Augustin knows exactly where she’s super tklish though, and will exploit it whenever he gets the chance

One of her worst spots is her neck!! (Thank you anon from the Augustin post for this hc!) And Augustin will pepper kisses all over her neck and jaw, brushing his mustache against her as well, which drives the poor girl up the w a l l

Her other spots include her ears, her armpits, and her stomach!

Ok now for ler Julieta-

Oh my lord she is an absolutely ruthless ler

She’s a mean teaser too- I mean, she raised three girls, and we see how she talks to Mirabel sometimes in the movie- she knows what she’s doing!

She’s especially mean to Bruno- I mean, she hasn’t seen him in 10 years, so she’s gotta make up time, right??

If she sees him down, or in her kitchen in need of some first aid food, she’ll definitely take the opportunity to give him a few pokes and teases

Take this for example:

Bruno walks into the kitchen, avoiding eye contact, rubbing his arm awkwardly.

“Oh mi hermano! What’s wrong??” Julieta rushes to her brother, looking him up and down.

“It’s nothing, I just- can I- can I please have one of your magic arepas?” Bruno asks, taking a seat on a nearby chair.

“Certainly, Brunito, is there an-“

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sohorry! Lo siento! One arepa coming up- though, could you at least tell me what hurts?” Julieta asked gently, setting a warm arepa down onto a napkin.

“It’s nothing, no big deal- it would just be nice to get rid of it quickly, that’s all”

Julieta scrunched her nose at the prophet, walking over to him, kneeling to his level.

“Fine! I’ll just have to find it myself then. Now you let me know as soon as you feel pain!” She smiled at Bruno as she reached out and pressed into his stomach, poking around aimlessly.

“Does this hurt at all? Now be honest with me!” Bruno tried his best to hold in his laugh as he shook his head at his sister

“Ok then what about here?” Julieta gave both of Bruno’s sides a squeeze, and the damn broke

“*snort* AHAAHA NOHOHO! NOHO IHIT *hic* DOESN’T HUHUHURT! STOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE-“

“Oh it’s worse than I thought-“ Julieta retracted her hands. Bruno stared at her, heaving breaths. “Oh my dear hermano- I think we need to make sure you still have all your ribs- it’s only a precaution!” The chef said with an innocent smile on her face.

Without a second to let Bruno process her words, she dug a finger between his arm and torso and began counting.

“One… twooo… three… stop wiggling so much I’m going to lose count!” Julieta instructed

“STOHOP STOP PLEHEASE- A STIHING- A BEE STING-“

“A bee sting..?” Julieta paused.

“Thahats what I cahame here for- I need a bee sting healed- I didn’t know I was so allergic-“ Bruno put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath again

“Oh, por supuesto- just like Augustin.” Julieta chuckled, reaching behind her for the arepa she set down moments ago.

“Here you go Bruno. Stay away from those hives, alright?” She ruffled her brothers hair.

“Sí, I will-“

NOT ME WRITING A WHOLE DAMN FICLET- GAH DAYUM-

Hope you enjoyed that extra little splash of effort!! :D

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Felix and Pepa - coming soon!

Ler!bruno fic - coming soon!

#encanto headcanons #encanto tickle #encanto #tickle headcanons #headcanon #lee!bruno #ler!julieta #encanto fic #tickle fic #tickle community #PLS ENJOY MWAH MWAH

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cobaltusami · 3 years

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If I'm allowed, could I request another fic? Remember the one I requested before? Maybe a revenge one please? If its fine? Have a good day friend!

Suuuuuurpriiiiise! guess who's back... back again... Cobalt's back, tell a friend~

I've been trying to finish this for fucking AGES. I'm so so sorry for the wait friendo! I hope you like it!

I wanted to release it last week, but I didn't have the time to finish it. :/ but here It Is!

Characters: Lee!Taka, Ler!Mondo, Chihiro, Leon, Makoto, Hiro

Word count: 1994

Pairing: Ishimondo (also some hints of Leon x Lee mood--)

Part one: Merciless

Warning: This is a tickle fic. it's also fluffy asf. you have been warned--

Lesson Learned

Taka went to pull away from him, but Mondo pulled him back against his chest. “Where do ya think you’re going? This Isn’t over.”

“B-But Mondo! You promised you wouldn’t--”

“Uh-uh~ I promised no revenge If you were to let me up at that exact moment. Which you did not.” The biker reminded him teasingly. “Any last words, Kyoudai?”

“W-Wait, M-Mondo-- NOHOHOHO!”

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Laughter could be heard ringing all throughout the library and even carrying partially down the halls, to say Mondo was being ruthless would be an absolute understatement.

“MOHOHOHOHONDO I’M SOHOHOHORRY!” Taka shrieked, his body spasming underneath the biker.

Mondo, suddenly energized by the sound of his boyfriend’s laughter, grinned down at him. “Ya don’t seem too sorry, Ya can’t even apologize without laughing~”

Taka yelped upon feeling Mondo’s fingers inch down to his belly. “I-I cahahahahan’t hehehehelp It! Ihihihihit tihihihickles!” he blushed, his hands latching onto the teasing appendages uselessly.

“Uh-huh, Sure it does. I think you’re just laughing at me.” He smirked, clawing at Taka’s stomach.

“Ihihihihi would nehehehever!” The hall monitor choked out between fits of laughter.

“Ya sure?”

“Yehehehehes! I’m vehehehery sure!!”

Mondo hummed thoughtfully as his fingers came to a stop. “Aight, but If ya laugh at me for any reason you’re going down.”

Taka relaxed into his arms as his hold loosened, he rested his head against his chest as he recovered from his laughing fit. “U-Understood.”

Just then, the doors to the library swung open and several of their friends poked their heads through the open gap.

“We heard screaming,” Makoto meekly stated. “Are you two okay?”

“Or did we interrupt something?” Leon asked, grinning impishly at the two.

“Obviously they were trying to scare the aliens away, Duh.” Hiro rolled his eyes.

Leon and Makoto both slowly looked up at the clairvoyant.

“I was joking, man.” Leon sighed, both he and Makoto looking at him in exasperation.

Mondo and Taka broke apart from their embrace, the former crossing his arms and fixing them with an annoyed stare. “Don’t you guys have anything else to fuckin’ do?”

Without missing a beat, Leon and Hiro answered simultaneously. “No.”

“S-Sorry, Like I said, We heard screams…” Makoto smiled apologetically. “We were worried.”

“Speak for yourself.” Leon retorted, rolling his eyes. “I was coming in here to tell them to can It. They woke me up.”

“I’m very sorry for the disturbance! I assure you there will be no more outbursts today!” Taka spoke up, his authoritarian voice kicking in.

Mondo blinked as he watched the formerly chill and laughing man become proper and uptight again. He sighed and rolled his eyes fondly at his boyfriend.

As Taka began interrogating the students on how their studies were going, The biker was struck with a wicked idea.

No more outbursts huh?

We’ll see about that.

Throughout the day between daily activities, Mondo would find small excuses to poke at Kiyotaka. For example, stating he had something on his shirt, or as he was passing by him in the halls.

One instance occurred during noon. Taka, Mondo, Leon and Chihiro were hanging out In the kitchen getting snacks, or In Leon’s and Chihiro’s case; finally eating breakfast.

Chihiro was trying to reach something In the cabinet but after a few failed attempts they pouted and gave up their pursuit.

“Is something the matter, Chihiro?” Taka asked, noticing the sudden silence from the smallest one of the group.

“I can’t reach sugar…”

“Yeah, Hiro probably forgot to put it back on the bottom shelf.” Leon shrugged, continuing to pour cereal into a bowl after a brief pause to think.

“Sounds like him alright.” Mondo rolled his eyes.

“No worries, Chihiro! I’ll get it for you!” Taka offered, at the small programmers side before Mondo could get over to them.

“Thank you, Taka!” They smiled brightly at the Ultimate Moral Compass.

Taka went to grab the container, but underestimated how high up It was. “Why Is it so high in the first place?” He asked curiously, glancing at Leon for an answer.

“Knowing how Hiro Is,” Leon began pouring the cereal into another bowl for Chihiro. “It probably slipped his mind.”

Taka stretched and stood on his tiptoes to try to reach the container. Mondo watched amusedly for a minute before swooping in to his rescue.

But not before messing with him first.

As the Biker came up beside his boyfriend, he rested his hand on his side. He reached around him to grab for the sugar, but as he did he squeezed at Taka’s side.

He jumped in surprise, a strangled sounding laugh tearing from his throat. “M-Mondo!”

“What? What’s the problem?” He asked innocently as he turned to his boyfriend.

“You know what the problem Is!” Taka scolded, folding his arms and fixing the biker with a stern look. “You’ve been accidentally tickling me all morning!”

“Me?” Mondo pointed to himself, barely containing his laughter at his boyfriend’s reaction. “C’mon Kyoudai, would I really do somethin’ like that?”

Taka just narrowed his eyes at him in response.

Leon gently grabbed Chihiro and pulled them over next to him, removing them from what was about to be a warzone. “It’s safer If you stay over here Cheerio.”

“But what about our cereal?” Chihiro pouted, looking up at Leon with big glimmering brown eyes.

“I’ll get the sugar when they’re outta the way, Don’t worry.” He whispered to the programmer.

“Will you just stop It already? If you’re going to tickle me then just tickle me…” Taka trailed off as he caught sight of the predatory glint in Mondo’s eyes. He realized his error.

Mondo grinned evilly, practically throwing himself at the hall monitor. “Well, since ya asked so nicely…”

“M-Mondo! Wh-- No! Dohohohohon’t!” Taka tried to keep his tone serious but soon broke out into happy laughter as the biker began tickling him.

“Don’t? Don’t what?” He responded innocently, his fingertips scribbling along his ribcage.

“Tihihihihickle mehehehe!” Taka fell for the age-old trick because of course he would. “W-Wahahahahait! Nohoho I didn’t mehehehean that!”

The Ultimate Biker laughed as he wiggled his fingers relentlessly under the other boy’s arms. “I don’t think you even know what ya mean at this point. First ya tell me to tickle you, then ya tell me not to, then tell me to tickle you again? You can see where I’m getting fuckin’ confused.”

“Yeah, stop sending mixed signals Taka.” Leon chimed In from his newly acquired spot on the counter, holding the container of sugar in his hands.

“Leheheheon gehehehet off the counter! We prehehehepare food thehehere!” Taka scolded between laughs, squealing when Mondo began tickling his neck.

“And don’t help me, I don’t need your fuckin’ help.” Mondo added.

Leon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Debatable.” he muttered under his breath as he climbed down and retreated back to his spot next to Chihiro victoriously.

“I fuckin’ heard that!” Mondo growled, shooting a warning look to the red head, who paused with his spoon in his mouth.

“Fight me.” He bit back at the biker, knowing damn well he was too preoccupied with his boyfriend to actually come after him.

Taka tried to use this as an opening to turn the tables, but Mondo’s attention was immediately back on him so his attempt was thwarted before he could even try anything.

Mondo shifted his position, now kneeling on Taka’s hands to keep them pinned down. “There we go, so you don’t get any Ideas…” He winked, shoving his hands under Taka’s shirt to get at bare skin.

“M-Mondo! C-C-Come on now, surely this isn’t Necessar--EEEE! Nahahahahaha! Nahahahat there!” He choked out between hysterical giggles.

The Ultimate biker grinned as his fingers ghosted frustratingly gently across his partner’s sides. “Not here?? Why the fuck not?? It’s like my favorite spot.” He teased. “It makes you giggle so cutely.”

Taka continued to giggle much to his chagrin, wishing he could bring his hands up to cover his rapidly turning pink face. “Thihihis isn’t fahahair!” He whined. “Whyhyhyhyhy are you doihihihing this??”

“Why?” Mondo repeated. “Didn’t you ask me to tickle you just a minute ago? Besides, I didn’t forget about that study session this morning...”

Leon snorted and Chihiro giggled In the background, both clearly enjoying lunch and a show.

“After I’m done here, I’m coming after both you fuckin’ nerds next!” Mondo growled playfully.

Chihiro squeaked and hid behind Leon, who shrugged at the empty threat. “Bet.” He retorted as he took a bite of his cereal, unfazed.

“I-I’m sorry!” Chihiro apologized, though their nervous and giddy smile made it seem less genuine somehow.

“I thohohohought you already got rehehehevenge for that!” Taka tittered, squirming aimlessly.

“Fuck no, you thought that was all the tickles I was gonna dish out??” Mondo laughed, digging into his vulnerable sides gleefully. “Those were just a warning.”

Taka shrieked as his laughter picked up considerably. Despite his previous complaints and protests, he did actually enjoy being tickled by his boyfriend. Those responses were just instinctual. If he really wanted to, he could have gotten free at any point with some effort.

And Mondo knew that, which only made him that much more adorable to him and fueled his desire to completely wreck the Hall Monitor.

“AAHAHAHAHA!” Taka shrieked, his back arching at the electricity coursing through him.

“Aww, What’s wrong~?” He cooed teasingly, continuing to knead his tender sides. “Does that tickle~?”

“Y-YEHEHEHEHEHES!” He cackled, now finding it very difficult not to thrash against the tickles.

“Aww, Poor baby~ He’s just too ticklish for his own good~” Mondo continued to tease, much to Taka’s dismay. “You’re so fucking adorable when you laugh and blush like this~”

Taka whined between laughs, wishing he could bring his shoulder up far enough to conceal his face. “MOHOHOHONDOHOHOHO! STAHAHAP TEHEHEHEASING!”

“Teasing? I’m not teasing you, babe! I’m complimenting you~” he winked, pausing. “Teasing would imply there’s something wrong with being ticklish, which there isn’t.”

The Ultimate Hall Monitor gasped for air gratefully, his body still tingling from the tickles.

Mondo pushed Taka’s shirt up to expose his midsection and leaned down, beginning to plant tiny tickly kisses against his side. He never did his hair for the day, he just left it in a messy bun, so there was nothing stopping him.

“Kyahahahahahaa! Nohohohohohoooo! Ihihiht tihihickles!” Taka laughed happily, flinching away from each kiss reflexively.

“No? But I’m trying to be affectionate, Kyoudai!” Mondo pouted playfully as he paused briefly to look at Taka, but then resumed the kisses even faster than before.

Taka pulled his hands free after resisting the urge for as long as possible. He immediately covered his face as he tittered.

“Hey! Don’t cover your face!” Mondo chastised, grabbing his hands and lacing their fingers together. “You’re obstructing my view.”

“W-What view…?” Taka panted. “You’ve seen my face before…”

“Yeah so? I could see your face a thousand times and not get tired of it... You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” Mondo blushed, glancing away nervously. “And I… I love you.”

“Hey he said it without yelling!” Leon cheered, antagonizing the biker.

“L-Leon! He’s going to--” Chihiro tried to warn, but it was too late.

“That’s it, Kuwata! You’re fuckin’ toast!” Mondo yelled.

He went to get up but Taka pulled him back down into a warm, loving hug. “Kyoudai…” He murmured softly, smiling still. “Thank you. I love you too…”

The one place Mondo felt safe and serene in this school was In Taka’s arms, and the feeling was the same for the other boy.

Neither was sure how long they stayed like that, but eventually they did have to get up.

And when they did, Mondo made good on his promise and went storming off after their friends, Leaving Taka behind to smile and shake his head at his boyfriend.

But then he realized.

“W-Wait! We aren’t supposed to run In the building!!!” Taka yelled, following after them.

Well, some things will never change. But hopefully Taka learned his lesson today.

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Petty

Oikawa x Pregnant Reader

Heyo! Since there are almost no pregnant reader haikyuu fics to feed my baby fever, I’m here writing this self indulgent piece. For my first one, I decided to write Oikawa x Reader, because I feel like he fits the story best (which by the way, is inspired by the events that went down when my sister was born). So yeah, I hope y’all enjoy! If you want more, my asks are open! I’m always open to feeding into both my and other’s baby fever.

Pairing: Toru Oikawa x pregnant reader

Warnings: Pregnancy; birth; Cursing; Oikawa being a petty bitch, you know, the usual.

Petty is defined as, “Of little or no importance or consequence,” according to the dictionary. And according to you and all your friends, there is only one person in the world that lives up to that definition.

Your husband, Toru Oikawa.

Ever since you started dating the pretty setter, the littlest things would transform him into the petty setter. And of all times, It had to be today.

Earlier this week

The two of you were cuddling on the couch, watching some Netflix original you both stopped paying attention to a while ago. Toru held his hands over your swollen belly, rubbing occasional circles with his thumb. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, sighing at the comforting warmth.

“Hey, Toru, can I talk to you for a second?” You raise your head up and ask.

Oikawa hums in reply.

“So the baby’s coming soon, right?” You ask him as he nods along. “Do you think you could try to look presentable for the birth?”

Oikawa narrows his eyes and stares into your eyes, “What do you mean?” he half-asks.

“Like, for example, if I go into labor while you’re at practice, could you like, I dunno, shower? Put something on other than workout clothes?” you say. Oikawa’s glare stays glued on your face.

After a minute of the stare-down, you finally break the silence, “Look, Toru. Last appointment when you showed up all sweaty and gross, It was kinda embarrassing.”

In response, Oikawa scoots from underneath you and sits up on the couch, effectively ending the cuddle session. You wine at the lack of contact.

“You know what, I guess I can do that much,” Oikawa groans. Happily, you stand up, peck his forehead, whisper a quick ‘thank-you,’ and head to the kitchen to scoop you some ice-cream.

Oh how naïve you were to think that it would end there.

Present

Sleep had been hard to come by tonight. You tossed and turned on your half of the bed as your husband slept soundly next to you (or as soundly he could with you moving so much next to him).

Sighing, you get up to make your way to the bathroom. Maybe a glass of water would help. Ok, it probably won’t, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

After sipping down the water, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. So many friends and family reassured you that you were beautiful, but frankly, you didn’t see it. Maybe it was because they only saw the good parts of you, not the eyebags you covered up with makeup, not the endless layers of stretchmarks that littered your body. Sure, you husband still assures you that you’re beautiful, but that didn’t prevent the insecurities from rising to the surface.

“You know, little one, you’re a lot of trouble sometimes,” you sigh, rubbing your yummy up and down. The baby, in response, gives you a little kick...

…a kick straight to the bladder.

You rush to the toilet to finish your business, sighing in relief as you didn’t make too much of a mess for once. After a moment, a sudden dull pain hit your lower back. This isn’t the first time this happened, you’ve been getting this pain off and on for the past few days. It was just then when it hit.

Those were contractions. You were going into labor.

Quickly, you rush back to the bedroom to wake up Oikawa. Before shaking him awake, you glance at the analog clock sitting on the nightstand. 3:39 am.

“Toru. Toru, wake up. Now,” You whisper harshly as you shake his lip, sleeping body. He groaned in response and turned away, sliding his head under his pillow.

“Toru. I said now. Get up,” you whisper again, shaking him even harder.

“Five more min-” Toru was interrupted by the sound of water hitting the floor.

“Toru, my water just broke, the baby is coming. Get out of bed, now.”

Connecting the dots, Oikawa sprang up from bed.

“Ok, get the bag, I’ll be a couple minutes.” Oikawa said as he made his way to the bathroom.

You grab the bag and set it by the door. not knowing what to do until Oikawa got there you paced around the kitchen. As you walked by the counter, another contraction hit, stronger than those previous. You gripped the counter, trying to ground yourself as your body powered through the pain.

After the contraction ended you looked around to see your husband nowhere in sight. You started to wonder what was taking him so long, so you rushed back to the bedroom.

You arrive to the bedroom to find him in the midst of a shower. The steam and the strong sent of Oikawa’s tea tree shampoo filled your nostrils. Most of the time, this would be a calming sensation, but today was not the day.

“Toru, please hurry up,” You whine, sitting back down on the bed.

“I’ll be out in a minute, babe,” Oikawa sings back. For someone who is about to become a father, he seemed awfully calm, you thought.

After much longer than a minute, Oikawa came out of the shower, donning his gray bathrobe and rubbing a towel through his hair. You sigh in relief, but the sigh is cut short as another contraction rocks through your body.

However, to your surprise, Oikawa doesn’t make his way to the closet, but to the sink. He pulls out a razor and shaving cream from the cabinet.

Oh fuck no.

“Toru, what the fuck are you doing?” You ask, your voice strained from the contraction you were pushing through at the moment.

“Shaving.”

“Toru, you and both know you don’t grow facial hair.”

“I have a bit of a stubble coming through, wouldn’t want to look bad for the little one coming,” Toru replied.

It all hit at once.

“Toru, is this about the conversation we had on the couch last week?” You ask.

“What are you talking about? I just want to look my absolute best for Oikawa Jr.” it was, damn that petty bastard.

“Damnit Toru, just hurry up.”

Two contractions later, Toru finished shaving his bare face. He waltzed his way to the closet, causing you to sigh in relief, until he came out holding two different pairs of pants.

“(Y/N), what pants should I wear?” He asks. In his left hand he holds a pair of slacks, in his right, a pair of jeans.

“Toru, I don’t give a shit as to what you wear, just hurry up so I can birth your spawn”

“Oh really? In that case, I’ll go put on my workout clothes!” Toru chirps as he skips to the closet. You groan in reply.

“Just wear the fucking jeans.” You cry out as yet another contraction rips through your body.

“Anything you say~” He replies, changing into the pair of jeans.

You sit on the bed, waiting as your husband takes his sweet time slipping his jeans on, one pant leg at a time. At this point, the contractions have gotten both longer and more frequent. Everything was progressing smoothly, given the circumstances.

“Toru Oikawa, Hurry the fuck up,” you seethed, watching your dear husband as he walked out of the closet with four different shirts.

“Which shirt should I wear? I was thinking this one, but I’m not too sure,” Oikawa held up a white polo.

“Fuck you,” you cried as another contraction hit.

“I don’t have a shirt that says ‘fuck you,’ do you think the store would have one?”

“Toru, if you don’t hurry the fuck up, I will deliver this baby right here.”

“Fine, I’ll go with the polo. Although you could have just said so,” Oikawa whined. He threw the polo onto the bed and waltzed to the closet to put away the other three. Once he finished putting away the shirts, he put on the polo, grabbed a pair of shoes, and the hospital bag. You thought he was toying with you until you heard the jingle of the car keys in his hand.

XxX

”Hello Mrs. Oikawa, lets take a peak to see how far along you are!” The nurse smiled. Already dressed in a hospital gown, you put your legs in the stirrups to allow the nurse to take a look at your progression.

Honestly, you just wanted this examination to be over, so you could order an epidural. At this point, the contractions were frequent and painful.

“How does it look?” Your dear husband asked, only for the color to rush out of his face when he looked at the nurse.

“What’s going on?” you question, but the nurse’s face of shock doesn’t ease your nerves in the slightest.

“Well,” the nurse stutters, standing up and taking off her gloves, “everything is fine, you’re just fully dilated, I’m honestly surprised you haven’t started pushing yet.”

“W-what?” you stutter in disbelief.

“It’s baby time!” the nurse smiles as she pages the doctor to come over.

“No epidural?” you ask, afraid of the answer.

“No time!” the nurse exclaims as she readies the equipment needed to deliver and care for the freshly born baby.

Oikawa started to shiver from the death glare you were giving him. The room almost seemed to drop a couple degrees from the ice in your eyes as you stared at him.

“Thank-you for taking your time this morning. I know the baby is going to appreciate your look, Toru,” your eye twitched.

“Look, y/n, I’m so sorr-”

“Save it” you interrupt. The two of you stay there in silence until the doctor comes in.

“Alright Mrs. Oikawa, ready to push?” The doctor asked.

To Oikawa’s surprise, you clutched his hand and readied yourself for the first push.

“Let’s get this over with.”

XxX

You cooed at the little girl in your arms. Her tiny flailing limbs rested against your bare chest, with the flimsy hospital blanket covering the two of you. Oikawa stood at your bedside, doting at his two favorite princesses. He would avidly deny it, but he did shed a couple of tears whilst looking at the small baby girl.

“She’s perfect,” you whispered as you rubbed the sleeping baby’s back softly with your thumb.

“Just like her momma,” Oikawa cooed, ending his sentence with a kiss to your forehead.

“Wanna hold her? You haven’t done skin-to-skin yet,” you asked, for him to answer a littler too quick. After all, who could blame him; he was about to hold his baby girl for the first time.

Quickly, he shed his shirt and folded it neatly on the arm of the chair next to the hospital bed. As he prepared himself physically and mentally to hold the baby, you started to sit yourself up, reaching for the robe you had brought.

Gently, Oikawa reached out to pick up the small baby girl. She was just so tiny, about the size (if not smaller) than the volleyballs he’s used to serving across the net. Little hands with little fingers, all with little fingernails and fingerprints. He laid her on his chest, to which she snoozed away.

“y/n, she’s just so perfect,” Oikawa cried. He held one of her tiny hands between his thumb and pointer finger to examine, to which she instinctively squeezed his thumb. At that moment was when his heart melted.

“Well, I’m glad you like her,” you yawned, lying back down to catch up on some sleep.

Oikawa’s hands have migrated from the baby’s hand to the back of her head, rubbing his thumb over her forehead. Everything was perfect. Everything was peaceful.

“Toru?” you called out for groggily.

“Yes?”

“I’m still mad at you,” you said as you drifted off to sleep. Oikawa sighed. Any punishment was worth being able to hold his little princess in his arms.

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kjmsupremacist · 3 years

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Felix sweet boy baby angel but Christopher Bang is literally Satan? Idk if you saw but Hyunjin ratted him out on live and said the lyrics for Red Light were toned down. I don’t want to know. I don’t. He was already talking about edging and I don’t want to know. He can keep his Scorpio Venus and his Sag Mars away from me and everyone I love. I would give anything to know his rising if sign. It’s giving Earth but there’s so much air in his chart it’s hard to be sure. 🤖

i am so happy you sent me this ask because i have been looking for an excuse to talk about red lights. I sent leon and margot a seven minute long voice message when i was doing my research for my red lights-inspired fic like that's where i'm at.

First, yes, I saw Hyunjin's comments! that's what chris gets for trying to say hyunjin wrote all the lyrics in the first place. nice try, chris. also, his scorpio venus is SEXY. i won't be taking criticism on this opinion.

Now. Please see under the cut if you want to watch me dissect Red Lights -- both the lyrics and the MV.

so, credit where credit's due--I skimmed this and this reddit posts while I was doing my research.

now. we all know that on the surface, this song is about sex (and specifically bondage and edging—that much is clear). but, ah, how's the saying go? "everything is about sex except for sex, which is about power"? sure.

yeah, it's meant to be sexy. they did that for us and im still not sure if I want to kill them for it or thank them with my life. BUT, as they mentioned in the howl in harmony video, it's primarily a song about obsession.

The first reddit post does a great (albeit kind of aggressive) breakdown of the lyrics, where it becomes really clear that they're talking about the relationship they have with their work and the relationship they have with fans. In essence, the song is about how they want to give their lives and all their time to making more content for fans so that they will continue to receive love from us. The red lights are actually the recording light on a camera (hence the line “set the mic up”).

And so a relationship like the one depicted here is dark and intense, and yes—passionate and driven by love—but ultimately, it consumes itself in the vortex of its own desire, and then peters out into a sort of blank monotony—learned through repetition, a habitual reflex instead of a true reaction.

Then, the second reddit post goes on a deep dive of some of the symbolism seen in the MV—specifically, the use of kink. This is where it gets really fun.

We mostly see Hyunjin in shibari-style bondage. OP posits (and I agree) that he is meant to represent passion without discipline. The shibari ropes are tied messily (and so therefore dangerously) which is perfect for representing how often kink (and other obsessions) can devolve—you plunge in headfirst, but you are directionless except for the insistent tug in your gut that cries for more, more.

Chan, on the other hand, is seen primarily (esp in solo scenes) bound by heavy chains. He represents discipline with no passion. In the Howl in Harmony video, I believe he mentions that after a long day of practice, he'll still find himself in the recording studio, even though he's tired. He does what he has to on autopilot, because he knows he must, because it’s the only thing he feels he can do.

If Hyunjin is mania, then Chan is depression. The chains are GREAT symbolism because this dutiful march towards burnout and beyond is, as the lyrics suggest, stemming from a desire to keep receiving love (from fans)—that if you just work hard enough then no one will ever leave you. You wish to bind the person (or people) you love to you, but in the end the bonds only weigh you down.

So then the part where they’re tied together, back to back, at the end, shows when passion and discipline come into balance. And that’s creation for the love of creation while still maintaining a respect for yourself, the art, and your audience. (or idk. maybe they just thought we'd like to see them tied to one another. and they were right).

It's also fun because while we see Hyunjin and Chan both assume positions of domination and submission, it's clear Chan is meant to be the “dominant force” here (hence discipline). The reason we do see instances of Hyunjin in power (choking Chan, standing over him on the table) is because any somewhat healthy d/s relationship involves first the surrender of power. The dom is only perceived to be in power because the sub first relinquishes it them. So. You know.

I will say I'm not sure what to say about the edging theme (BNKSJDF) besides the obvious—almost giving you what you want, but not quite.

And finally, this is not part of either of those two reddit posts, but I was ENTHRALLED by the use of mirror and mirror-esque imagery throughout the MV and in the choreo. I love mirrors as a symbol so we're going to talk about that, too.

First and most obviously, it may be a bit on the nose. In art, mirrors and reflections are often used to show that there is a deeper meaning than what is clear on the surface. So this might have just been hyunchan going "hey! it's not just about sex!"

but I think there's more to it than that. Mirrors are often used as a vessel of truth—in some Chinese myths, for example, mirrors can repel demons, as they will show a demon’s true form. Or see the Little Mermaid—though Ursula managed to change her outward appearance, she was caught in her lie when another character (sebastian, i think?) saw her reflection in the mirror.

Additionally, one’s reflection used to be thought to contain one’s soul—which is why mirrors were covered in the home of person who had just passed, so they would not be trapped as a ghost in the world of the living.

For this reason, mirrors are often also considered dangerous. Think of Narcissus, for a start, who fell in love with his own reflection and sat at the water's edge, pining, until he fucking died. Or consider the following quote (which I love) from Fernando Pessoa:

“Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.”

We use mirrors to watch ourselves watching ourselves (and the Margaret Atwood who lives in our heads cries “male fantasies, male fantasies! You are you own voyeur!”). We perform for the mirror—often what we see in the mirror is not actually how we are seen by others! We think we may find truth there, when in reality it is a distortion. Ties itself up really nicely, I think.

In any case, this really goes well with the theme of obsession in the song—staring in the mirror asking, what do others see? What is wrong about me? What can I do better? The idea of looking in the mirror to seek what others see, both positive and negative, is common throughout. And I think their use of mirrored choreo (esp when it seems like one of them is the reflection!!), as well as mirror placement on the set of the mv, and ESPECIALLY the lovely bit at the end where they both stand staring carefully at their own reflections, all work to drive that theme home.

and i don't even know how to touch on all the color symbolism (when it changes between color and b&w?? the palette being overwhelmingly yellow and red and black???), or the lens filters (warping, blurring, etc), or the way they superimposed pieces of the video on top of other pieces, or the use of that one stark white background—without writing a fucking dissertation (and this is already a ridiculously long post) so i'll just stop here.

This is all to say, maybe what they meant was that the lyrics were a lot more aggressive about these themes and they were asked to tone them down to keep it neutral.

or maybe they're just sexy, sexy motherfuckers and their managers bonked them on the head and sent them to horny jail.

#obviously that mirror quote is a little stupid but at the same time i do think it's so real. like so real.#anyway this is very long but I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS.#this is what i was doing a few afternoons ago.... just compiling this.#just... meta hours with xiami #stray kids #bang chan #hyunjin #red lights #mail #🤖 anon

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