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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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Hello!

I've read a lot of fics in which a member of the bts makes the oc feel good about their body after pregnancy, praises their body and stuff,

I was wondering if you could make a jungkook fic (or any other member if you want) where he's a writer and so can't put in time for excercise, he's lost his abs, his arms and thighs have gotten lose, and he feels like the reader doesn't like him anymore because when they got together back in college, he had all that

He's just worried that he's not pretty anymore, and then the reader makes sure he realizes just how pretty he is in her eyes, that he doesn't need a crazy sculpted body for her to love him, he could have a beer belly for all she cares and she'd still love him just as much

Your fics are AWESOME and I've really wanted to request this one for a while, so I hope you like the idea!

THAT'S MY BABY | JJK

All you want to do is make sure that your boyfriend feels good about himself, no matter how life changes.

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ (i guess?? idk i’m bad at judging these things) | established relationship | fluff

» wc/date: 1.4k | August 2022

» warnings: body image insecurities | they shower together, but it’s not sexual

» notes: this request is so cute and unique 🥺 thank you so much for sending this in. i'm sorry it took me a while to get to it, but i hope you enjoy 💖 and thank you to my beta reader @here4btsfics who has a lovely fic about a similiar topic here - pls go and read it, too!

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? i.f.l.y. - bazzi // nothing feels better - pink sweat$

You were accustomed to waking up to the soft indentation of where your boyfriend’s body had laid in bed beside you. You spread your fingers out, smoothing over the wrinkled sheets and pressing your palm into the remaining warmth from his body. Normally it was the smell of coffee and the click clack of fingertips against a keyboard that coaxed you awake on a sleepy Sunday morning. Jungkook didn’t like waking you up. He tiptoed around the apartment, fuzzy socks sliding along the wooden floors and catching on the occasional rug, thoughts lost in the imaginary worlds he created inside his head.

You were in awe of his mind, never quite privy to everything that went on inside it, though you assumed you wouldn’t fully understand anyway. Creativity was, admittedly, not your strong suit. At least, not in the way it was for Jungkook. His ability to shape fragments of ideas and put them down in beautiful prose was enviable. It came to no one’s surprise that his short story collections were a hit from the very beginning. From anyone else’s eyes, Jungkook was right where he needed to be.

For him, it wasn’t so simple.

With sleep blurring your eyes, you tripped over something on your way to your dresser. Looking down, your toes brushed up against the digital scale you normally kept tucked away in the bathroom. With a frown, you picked it up and headed towards the bathroom.

Seeing Jungkook studying himself in the bathroom mirror wasn’t an unusual sight. He was always evaluating something, be it the way his bangs framed his forehead or how his veins popped when he flexed his biceps. Lately, though, these self-evaluations felt more frequent and harsher than usual.

“Baby, why did you have this out?” You knew the answer already.

Jungkook met your eyes in the mirror and your heart ached at the dark circles beneath his eyes. He shrugged, eyes cast downward. He played with a stray hair tie sitting on the bathroom counter and kept his back towards you.

“I don’t feel good.”

And you knew he didn’t mean that he was sick.

Putting the scale away, you snuck your arms around his waist and hugged his back against your chest. You tried to ignore the way he tensed in your arms or how your initial touch made him flinch.

“I think we should take a hot shower and get some coffee in us. How does that sound?”

Your boyfriend grumbled, but he’d never learned how to say no to you, no matter how shitty he felt. Lucky for him, you only used your power for good.

“Thank you,” you spoke softly as you lifted your t-shirt over your head. It was one of Jungkook’s, far too large for you and worn down to the point you should have probably gotten rid of it by now. But it was one of his old college shirts and the nostalgia made you hold on for a bit longer. Your underwear was next to go, quickly slipped off and following your shirt into the hamper. You felt your stomach flutter when you caught Jungkook watching you undress. Shooting him a small smile, you busied yourself with turning on the shower and getting the temperature the way he liked it.

“Better hurry up or you’ll be stuck with cold water,” you teased as you stepped in. The heat made your skin tingle, raising goosebumps across your arms and the hairs on your skin.

Jungkook followed you soon after, keeping his eyes cast downward as you grabbed his biceps to switch places with him, allowing him the opportunity to stand beneath the water.

You grabbed his shampoo, squirting some into your palm. Jungkook leaned out of the water just enough to open his eyes and cock his eyebrow at you.

“That one’s mine.”

“I know,” you said with a small smile. “Come here.”

Jungkook frowned, but you beckoned him fervently. Once he stood before you, you gestured for him to turn away from you and lean back a bit.

“Why?” he protested and obliged anyway.

Rather than answer his question, you gently dug your fingers into his scalp, manipulating his beautiful hair as you massaged the shampoo into it. Jungkook let out a small gasp and attempted to turn, but you held his head firmly in solace.

“Relax, baby.” You spoke softly. “Let me take care of you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m too tall…” Jungkook mumbled, but you only hushed him.

You dug your nails into his scalp just enough to make his skin tingle, dragging your fingers through his hair. You focused on applying more massaging pressure near his temples and the back of his head. Jungkook carried his stress there, often getting piercing headaches that hung around for days. Once you felt you’d worked shampoo through every strand, you instructed your boyfriend to rinse it out.

He was so beautiful with water slipping down his chest and soft tummy, following wet paths to his hips and tumbling past his thighs. He was a bit paler than usual, but that was expected when he worked tirelessly on a new book, spending little time outside. But your favorite part of him to look at was his face. You loved the little dented scar on his check and the tiny freckles delicately placed around his face. You loved his bambi eyes that now stared at you in confusion, his perfect pink lips parted in an open-mouth pout.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” His cheeks flushed pink and you weren’t sure if it was due to the hot water or embarrassment.

Probably a mix of both.

“You’re beautiful, that’s why,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders and your eyes crinkled in a smile. “Conditioner now.”

Jungkook’s eyes found the floor again, and he reluctantly turned again. “You don’t have to lie.”

You didn’t mean to grip his hair so hard he let out a small whimper, but his comment made your stomach twist. “I’m not lying. Why would I be lying?”

A shrug. A small huff of annoyance.

“I’m different now.”

You tugged on his hair again. Softer this time, but enough to get his attention. “We’re meant to change. That’s what being human is all about. What does staying the same do for us?”

He twisted around to dip his head into the stream of water, hands running through his hair. While he was preoccupied, you reached for your washcloth and bodywash.

“You know I love you always, right? I don’t care what you look like.” You rubbed soap suds across Jungkook’s shoulders. “But I do love the way you look. I love your strong shoulders that hold me up at concerts when I can’t see.” A trail of soap suds weaved along his torso. “I love cuddling up with your chest when we sleep. And I love giving your tummy kisses.” You looped back up to wash his hips and sides. “I love your entire body for keeping you safe, for keeping you healthy. For keeping you alive so I can love you with my whole body and soul.

Jungkook leaned into every one of your touches, his body soft and pliable beneath you. It wasn’t possible for you to tell that he was crying; he managed to keep a straight face and the water washed away his tears. The only indication was the way his shoulder shuddered when he pulled you into a hug. Your bodies pressed flush against each other, your skin slippery from the remaining soap on his skin. You looped your arms around each other’s waists and you let Jungkook smother his face into your neck while he shook in your arms.

“It’s so hard.” His words were muffled against your skin.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do, baby.” You rubbed circles into his lower back and pressed your fingers to massage his muscles. “You’re incredible. Forget looks for a second, okay? You are so intelligent, and creative, and different in the best way. And you’re kind and thoughtful. The sweetest soul.”

Jungkook’s grip on you tightened and his shaking subsided.

“You bring all that out of me,” he said softly, pulling away to face you eye to eye for the first time that morning.

“So listen to me.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his chest. “Believe me.”

Jungkook nodded with a hint of a smile dancing across his face. It would take time; you both knew that. You both also knew that you had each other, no matter the changes or time passed.

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manias-wordcount · 2 years

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Cruel (Illumi Zoldyck)

Kinktober 2022 Day Nine: Toys

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

“Honey, I’m home~!”

Sometimes, you think of your husband as a cruel, cruel man.

“W-welcome back, dear…”

This- this is one of those moments. It was never lost on you that the man you married was an odd one. Though for some reason, you thought you knew what you were getting into when a man with the last name of Zoldyck proposed to you with blood still underneath his fingernails. But when you saw just how careful he was not to let any of the blood touch that ring and it's pretty little rock as he slipped it onto your finger, you figured you’d probably see a lot of different things from this man. Things you’d never imagine. Things you never want to see. But things you’d find it in yourself to love nonetheless.

But this? This is cruel. Even for him…

“Oh, what’s this?” His absent musings at this moment don’t fail to make you feel mocked and examined under a hawk’s eye. Still, you’re stumbling your way to the door in which he stands in front of- seeking him out all the same. His eyes look as empty as they always are, but they never stray from your struggling figure. Not even when you reach out and fall into his long, awaiting arms. He catches you, as any husband should. An arm circles your waist while a hand takes your head and pushes it into his neck as your arms wrap around his shoulders. It’s sweet. It’s loving. It’s the embrace any doting little housewife would love to receive from her one true love. And yet… “You haven’t cum yet, have you?”

It’s just so cruel.

You can’t help but whine at his vulgar question, but you’re shaking your head in response anyways. No, you haven’t cum. Not at all today. Not since he got you all dolled up in a new and expensive dress and kissed you goodbye at the door. Not since he told you he might be home a little late today but he promised he’ll be back soon. Not since he kissed you so deeply. So passionately. So hungrily. All so he could slip that bullet-size vibrator in your panties with his long, long fingers and watch you squirm.

He turned it on almost immediately after maneuvering it into place. He never even gave you a chance to question what he was doing before you found yourself falling your to knees and squeezing your thighs together in front of him- chasing a feeling so familiar yet so, so different. And now after hours of fluctuating levels and minutes of well-aimed vibrations sent to the most sensitive part of your body, you’re getting frustrated.

On one hand, it’s erotic. It’s hot. It’s like you could still feel Illumi’s power even though he’s so far away. And when your close your eyes and laid back on the bed, you could imagine that it was him hovering over top of you. You could imagine it was him whispering dirty words as his thumb rubbed furious circles into your clit as you were forced to do nothing but shift and jerk and gyrate your hips to feel more. To feel sane. And sometimes, sometimes you didn’t have to imagine. Sometimes he’d find a moment to call when he was able to pull away from whatever his current responsibilities were. He’d call, and he’d talk to you as you tried to chase your high. And he’d listen to you whimper and whine and cry when he took it all away- when he made you fail every time. And for those reasons, you couldn’t help but press forward. Besides, it’s not every day your partner takes the time to make your mind a puddle of nothing but pleasure. It’s not every day that the sex can last a whole day.

But on the other hand, it’s cruel. So, so cruel. At this point, your panties are soaked in a mess of your arousal. And your clit is beyond sensitive from so much stimulation in such a short time. But worst of all? It’s the fact that you haven’t cum. You haven’t orgasmed once. You’ve been edged and edged and edged to the point where you think there is no longer an edge. To a point where you can’t help but dread the phone calls and the vibrations starting back up because you know you won't get what you desperately want. You won’t get what you desperately need.

Because he’s just that cruel.

“Sweetheart?” He practically hums into your ear, and you can’t help but clutch him closer when the vibrations start to climb to a more intense level than where they were previously. Black silky locks tickle your nose but you never stop burying your face into his neck. Not even when that hand around your waist creeps lower and lower and lower and cupping your backside in a less innocent matter. “Sweetheart, use your words. You know I can’t give you what you want unless you ask me.”

You have to fight to keep in the gasp that overtakes your unsated expression. You did. You can’t count the number of times he had left you in various positions and states and moments of disarray. Bending over the kitchen counter with a hand over your mouth and the other squeezing your phone after a cordial conversation about what’s for dinner takes a turn. Sinking to your knees and clutching a pillar because he decided to turn a dull buzz into full-force action right as you’re making your way down the hallway. And you used your words. You used your words every single time. You begged, and you pleaded. Over and over and over and over again. But in the end?

“No…no, Illumi I haven’t….I haven’t cum yet….”

He chose to be cruel.

“Oh? Is that so?”

Very, very, very cruel. Though sure. You could have taken the vibrator out from your panties a long time ago. And sure, you could have ignored every call and gone along with your day as if it were any other day. But he chose to do this. And you chose to play along. Just like you to let him take you out on that first date oh, so long ago. Just like you chose to go on many more dates after that. Just like you said yes to like the ring. And just like you said yes to bearing his last name too. Because you decided you would choose him despite all the flaws and quirks. Because you decided you would choose him.

“Can I please cum now? Please, Illumi, please!”

Even in the moments when he was just so cruel to you.

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staticspaces · 18 hours

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Live(In) the Life

Check out the video for a complete rundown of this abandoned home!!

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Moving along let's have a look at the kitchen and the living room/dining room area of the main part of the house!!

Once located in a wonderfully quiet rural area surrounded by forest and agricultural land, we find a small street with about 5 abandoned houses. The properties were bought for redevelopment and are currently being replaced with higher density housing.

One of the homes has already been demolished with another house that looks like it had burned down. There are also a few outbuildings on some of the properties along with the remains of a couple vehicles as well as a small motorcycle.

With half of the new development already completed, this area is going through a huge transformation and will never look the same!

Today we will be visiting the final of the three homes, the house was owned by a man named Bill and his wife Christine. They were married very late in life, in fact it was not until 2007 when they tied the knot and at the time, Christine was 69 years old. They both loved cats and had numerous strays make their house a second home, allowing them to come and go as they please through a pet door. They had a good 15 years together as a married couple until Christine passed away in 2022 at the age of 84 in this very house. Bill was by her side the entire time and took care of her in her final days.

Bill had a passion for working with wood dating back to his childhood. He started by selling wooden pens on the side while also working full time as a salesman for 35 years. He would also go on to make a wooden rocking horse for each of his grandchildren.

In 2010 after he had retired, Bill met a wood turner named George who introduced him to a whole new world of woodworking. He bought himself a lathe which was a Canadian Tire special and started a business selling his creations. He also dabbled in fractal burning to give his finished pieces an extra special look. He sold his work online as well as at some of the local artisan markets.

Bill would later pass away, shortly after his wife Christine.

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insidetheravensmind · 1 year

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“𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.”

Pairing ~ CG Changbin x AFAB Reader x CG Bangchan Genre ~ fluff !!warnings!! little space/age regression Word Count ~ 1,706 Author’s Note ~ I love writing cute stuff like this. Also, I meant to post this on the last day of 2022, but instead, I'm posting it on the first day of January. That means this is my first post of the year! Whoop! I apologize for how late this, I had finals and exams and family events to attend. I hope this is good for you. Requested ~ Yes! Check out my Stray Kids Masterlist Support me by buying me a coffee ☕️

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You’re living life for sure. Changbin and Chan never stop comforting you, their sweet, little angel.

You were lucky to have the most caring boyfriends in the world, but you were even luckier that they took care of you so sweetly. They were the best you ever had because all the rest were shit.

You always struggled with caregivers, or finding the right ones at least. They always treated you not so well, some of them way worse than the others, but Changbin and Chan treated you gently, like thin glass.

Now sometimes you were not so small. There were times when you weren’t little, and they still treated you as such making you feel bombarded and upset. Little space was a coping mechanism, and it can’t be one if you’re always small. You do feel grown up sometimes.

Now Chan and Changbin never meant harm, they just wanted to take care of you properly because they love you. They would be understanding, you knew that, but you weren’t sure how to confront them.

Many options went through your head, but you landed on the simplest idea: talking with them during dinner. It’s easy. The three of you sitting in the same place, over food so no one is grumpy, and peacefully at home. There was no losing in this situation, besides Changbin and Chan getting mad at you. Which they wouldn’t.

Right?

You didn’t expect work to be shit that day. You really didn’t. You thought it would be an ordinary day, but of course on the way you needed to have a serious conversation with your boyfriends WORK HAD TO RUIN IT.

Goddamn retail.

But life must go on, and you’d normally fall into little space after a long crap day of socializing more than you could handle, but you knew you had to talk to them. You knew you couldn’t have a serious talk like that if you were small. So you tried to struggle through it.

Hours passed after you clocked out and headed home. You were lying in your bed in your room trying to think about how to start the conversation. Dinner was almost done, and you were getting more nervous as the time passed. Chan was making spaghetti aglio e oil because Changbin had been craving it since a few nights ago.

After you pondered a few more thoughts, Chan called to tell you that dinner was finished. You slowly got out of bed, hands starting to tremble as confrontation arose. But you went. You went to the kitchen where Changbin happily made your plate and set it on the dining room table as you entered. You took your seat, on the end as always and the two men faced each other. Before either of them could strike up the conversation you went for it, knowing it had to be done or else it wouldn’t be done at all.

“We gotta talk.” They stopped and looked at you with confusion and concern. You were never serious. What’s going on? They thought. They looked at each other, trying to decipher what this could be about, having no clue at all.

Changbin broke the ice first.

“What about, baby?”

You took a deep breath in and out. They continued to stare at you.

“I am not always in little space, but the both of you continue to treat me like I am twenty four seven. I need the both of you to understand that it is a coping mechanism for me, and it cannot be one if I’m always in it. Then it just becomes who I am. There are times when I feel big, like an adult, but those feelings are ignored whenever the two of you are with me. I really wish you guys wouldn’t treat me so small all the time because I can’t grow if neither of you help me.”

Then it was quiet. Normally you’d feel awful at a confrontation like that, apologizing immediately after the fact and disregarding your feelings. But you stood your ground. You felt safe enough to.

Changbin and Chan looked at each other.

Chan then spoke, “Okay, we get that. We will do better about how we treat you.”

“Yeah, we never want you to feel uncomfortable or unhappy with us around. We don’t try to make you feel that way.” Changbin said.

“I know! I just… maybe we could come up with a way to say or signal that I feel small?” You give an idea to help move the situation along.

“That could totally work!” Chan exclaimed, and Changbin nodded in agreement.

“What kind of signal would you do?” Changbin asked.

You thought for a moment, not thinking this far into the plan. The boys began to eat as you still pondered about a possible signal. You ate, and all of you were silent while you still thought.

“Maybe I could do the spy signal thing? When they put their finger on the side of their nose and swipe it?” You asked. Chan smiled at you. “Sounds good to me.” The two men smiled and you finished eating at the table.

However, your bad day never left your head. As much as you wanted to be small from the long and tiring shift you worked, you felt bad because you just had an entire discussion about how you didn’t always feel small. You didn’t want them to be mad at you for completely shifting perspectives from five minutes ago, but you were also too exhausted to even try and be an adult. You just wanted to be taken care of, and now you feel like you can’t.

Luckily, Chan and Changbin knew better. They would always take care of you, no matter what. They’d never get mad at you for something as small as that.

Later that night, when the sky darkened, you were on the couch watching random YouTube videos while Changbin and Chan were in the other room discussing.

“I know we discussed the whole signal thing, but I think the both of us can tell when Y/N is little.” Changbin whispered to Chan.

“Yeah, we can. I think they’re little right now. I noticed they were upset after coming home from work. Should we wait for the signal? Or should we just take care of her?” Chan asked, nervous he’d cross the boundaries you just set.

“Let’s wait for the signal. Until then, let’s just cuddle with her and see what happens, yeah?” Changbin said. “Sounds good.” They shared a small kiss before returning to the living room to find you there, snuggled in a fuzzy blanket on the brink of falling asleep.

The men nodded at each other before walking closer.

“Hey, baby.” Chan cooed. You stirred. “Can we sit with ya?” He asked. You turned, mumbling a soft “mhm” before sitting up for a brief moment. Chan and Changbin sat next to each other, and you moved so that you were lying on both of their laps. Chan put his fingers through your hair while Changbin caressed you softly. Chan put his other arm around Changbin, and he snuggled closer into his touch while your eyes softly closed.

While you were dozed off, Chan looked over and smiled and turned his head towards Changbin. “She’s out.” He said. Changbin showed a soft smile.

An hour had passed, and you woke up groggily. Your hair was messy, and your head felt dazed from lying on Chan’s hard thighs. As you moved to lie on your back, Chan and Changbin looked at you. Changbin spoke, “Hey, Y/N.” Your name. The only time they called you that was when you weren’t little. Which was very, very rare. It felt weird hearing it. But in your lost and exhausted state you vaguely remembered the discussion you had hours ago.

Very gently, you laid back down, brought a finger to your nose, and softly swiped it across.

That caused Changbin and Chan’s faces to light up. They immediately moved, so that Changbin could sweep you into his arms and carry you to the one shared room you all have. You snuggled closer into his chest and quietly let his name fall out of your mouth.

“Binnie…”

“Yes, little one?”

“I’m sleepy.”

“I know, baby.”

“Binnie and Channie take me to sleep?”

“Yes, babygirl.” Chan said.

“Otay, Channie.”

“We can’t let you go to sleep without taking care of you first.” Changbin said.

“But sleepy!” You whined.

“No buts, baby. You know better.” Chan scolded.

“I know…” You frowned.

Changbin placed you in the middle of the king sized bed in the middle of your shared room. He moved to grab your fluffy pajama pants and a small tank top to match. They helped you change into the clothes. Then they moved you to the bathroom, where you all brushed your teeth and hair. They helped you rinse off, but by the time you completed them, you weren’t tired anymore.

As you all walked back into the bedroom, you jumped around. Chan looked at Changbin. “She’s not tired anymore.” He muttered. Changbin just chuckled. “She’ll be tired in a bit. Just give her a sec.”

You ran into your room and jumped onto the bed, latching onto your stuffed bunny. “I’m not sleepy anymore!” You said loudly. “Okay, baby.” Changbin stated.

Chan grabbed the covers and pulled them back. “Hey, hun, can you move against the headboard?” Chan asked. You listened and moved. Then he brought the covers over your legs. “But Channie, I’m not tired.” You stated. “I know, but we’re gonna relax for a bit.”

“Otay, Channie.”

It was a trick. They were good at tricking you into bed. Before you could stop them they had you wrapped in their arms tucked into bed comfortably. You were stuck between the two, while you felt your eyes getting heavy again while they told you a story from the top of their heads. Eventually you laid back, unable to keep your eyes open any longer.

The two men smiled at each other, both of them giving you a kiss on the head goodnight, and a kiss to each other before turning off the lights and heading to bed.

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dustedmagazine · 4 months

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Ian Mathers’ 2023: J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée

a picture of Mandy, Indiana by Chris Hogge

It has been, if you’ll pardon the language, a stupid fucking year (or maybe it’s just, as Yo La Tengo correctly diagnosed, this stupid world). On any number of levels: for me, personally; in terms of international politics (although “stupid” is treating multiple ongoing genocides with a bit too much flippancy); the endless buffoonery of local politics; the people we’ve lost, even as the now pretty totally unchecked global progress of COVID thrashes peoples’ immune systems if not taking them out itself; and all of this means I barely have any energy these days to worry about our imminent environmental collapse (remember?). It’s been a grind, but as always music is one of the things that make life worthwhile, despite it all.

Even musically, I felt a bit adrift at times in 2023; one of my longstanding methods of music discovery, the esteemed group review site The Singles Jukebox, called it quits in 2022. And except for one last round of our traditional year-end Amnesty picks (where each writer gets to pick one song for coverage with none of the normal criteria for selection), that very much appeared to be that. And then a stray Discord comment late this year led to getting the band back together, and starting in late November the Jukebox has made a pretty amazing (temporary!) return. As always, that led to me encountering a ton of stuff I simply never would have heard of otherwise (and some new discoveries even slipped onto the lists below, just one more reason the practice most places have of running year end stuff early December makes me wince). It didn’t shift my existing favourites from 2023 much, nor did I expect it to, but it did make me feel like I had more context on the year as a whole, across more places and scenes and genres than I did before (but still incomplete, always incomplete).

This in turn feels tied to a change in my year-end list methodology. At this point I feel like I’m never going to settle on a consistent format forever and ever amen; different years pull different things out of me (both in terms of listening and in terms of sharing), and there’s also a bit of a pendulum-swing effect. For the past two years I’ve gone expansive, 40+ records, various other lists to get more things in. This was me chafing at (entirely self-imposed!) restrictions from years past, and it gave me a sense of freedom, even relief. I still stand by those lists (as much as I stand by any part of my past self). But this year looking at my account of what I’d listened to, realizing my shortlist was around 50 LPs and that if I was applying the kind of criteria I’d used recently I could easily include them all… I could feel myself wanting to go in the other direction. It took me a lot longer than I expected to pare that shortlist down to 20 albums (still an arbitrary number!), and I found the process oddly satisfying. Trying to decide what made those last couple of spots had me thinking harder about what I currently value and what my year has been like (and what my differing experiences with all these pieces of music were like) than I’d had to in a while.

Those longer lists have virtues this one doesn’t, of course; I have an even keener than normal feeling of leaving things out, of failing to adequately represent myself or music or… something. So while it’s true every year that there are records I loved that I don’t represent in any list, I feel the need to re-emphasize that truth here, specifically. Sometimes what made the cut over the days I spent putting this together surprised me; there are albums I wrote positive things about that I fully expected to be here that are hovering just out of sight in the 21-25 range. Some of them are represented in the accompanying list of songs that either don’t have albums or just stood out from their surroundings (and as last year I’ve tried to track down music videos, a form I still love, for all of those). From past experience, some of those standouts will wind up representing albums that, if I’d gotten more time with them this year, could have made it onto the main list. I also couldn’t let go of one of my secondary lists; I just really love EPs, and I wish more people made them (even if one of the entrants this year is long enough I’d normally consider it an album, if not for the band themselves dubbing it an EP).

As always these lists are alphabetical instead of ranked (and where I wrote about them, I’ve linked to it here); as I said, just narrowing them down was hard enough. I have no idea how to assess the relative merits of (say) L’Rain’s playfully, kaleidoscopically deep I Killed Your Dog versus a.s.o.’s self-titled, lush trip hop throwback versus the Drin’s gnomic, garage-bound bad vibes. They’re all great. But I did have two that felt like albums of my year, in different ways. The first of the National’s two 2023 records, First Two Pages of Frankenstein, was already a favourite when some of the personal stuff I alluded to above made me profoundly grateful that they’d put out this record, about mental health and the ends of things and mixed feelings, in this particular year (and then they put out a second record, which is not here because nobody gets to double dip, but it’s also good). I had a less specifically autobiographical resonance with Mandy, Indiana’s incredible debut i’ve seen a way but it did blow me away on purely sonic grounds in a way few bands have in the last decade or so. The greatness of that record to me is in more than just how stunningly different it felt the first few times I played it (although that was an experience I loved); as I said when I made their “Pinking Shears” my Amnesty pick for the Jukebox this year, it felt like a second miracle when the album did cohere into a set of songs that they wound up being some of my favourite songs of the year. Despite all the other ways I’ve been tired in 2023, it’s never been with music, and artists like the following (and the prospect of whatever I’ll encounter next year) are the reason why.

20 LPS

a.s.o. — a.s.o. (Low Lying Records)

ALL HANDS_MAKE LIGHT — “Darling the Dawn” (Constellation)

Avalon Emerson — & the Charm (Another Dove)

Brìghde Chaimbeul — Carry Them With Us (tak:til)

Carly Rae Jepsen — The Loveliest Time (Interscope)

Chappell Roan — The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess (Island)

The Drin — Today My Friend You Drunk the Venom (Feel It)

Eluvium — (Whirring Marvels In) Consensus Reality (Temporary Residence Limited)

Ghost Marrow — earth + death (The Garotte)

The Hives — The Death of Randy Fitzsimmons (Disques Hives)

L’Rain — I Killed Your Dog (Mexican Summer)

Ladytron — Time’s Arrow (Cooking Vinyl)

Mandy, Indiana — i’ve seen a way (Fire Talk)

Mute Duo — Migrant Flocks (American Dreams)

The National — First Two Pages of Frankenstein (4AD)

Pearly Drops — A Little Disaster (Cascine)

Spanish Love Songs — No Joy (Pure Noise)

Tacoma Park — Tacoma Park (Self Released)

Tørrfall — Tørrfall (De Pene Inngang)

Yo La Tengo — This Stupid World (Matador)

5 EPS

Babygirl — Be Still My Heart (Sandlot)

Death of Heather — Forever (Big Romantic)

hkmori — forever (Self Released)

Tara Clerkin Trio — On the Turning Ground (World of Echo)

Weaklung — We Bring About Our Own Demise (Self Released)

20 MORE SONGS

100 gecs — “Hollywood Baby”

Blur — “Barbaric”

boygenius — “Not Strong Enough”

Caroline Polachek — “Dang”

Dua Lipa — “Houdini”

Eslabon Armado y Peso Pluma — "Ella Baila Sola"

Jiraya Uai & MC Tarapi — “Hoje Tem Rodeio, Baile De Favela”

Kesha — “Eat the Acid”

Lexie Liu — “delulu”

Maria BC — “Mercury”

Mitski — “My Love Mine All Mine”

Olivia Rodrigo — “bad idea right?”

Picastro — “Earthseed”

Raye ft. 070 Shake — “Escapism.”

Sho Madjozi — “Chale”

Tinashe — “Needs”

Tyla — “Water”

Troye Sivan — “Rush”

Victoria Monét — “On My Mama”

Water From Your Eyes — “Barley”

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babycatlix · 1 year

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hello friends! 💖 and happy new year! i hope 2023 is kind to us all!

let’s just get into it! at the tail-end of 2021, i wasn’t really sure i was going to stay on tumblr. a lot of the friends i had made on my main and on another side blog had moved on from tumblr/we didn’t talk anymore. the few IRL friends i do have, i don’t follow on here bc i got rid of my old account (c. 2011) so i wasn’t really sure i was going to even be on tumblr during 2022.

but then... march, 2022, my friend wanted to show me a music video. i wasn’t super jazzed but said “okay.” and he said, “have you heard of stray kids?” and me being into kpop for the better part of 16-ish years i said, “yes, i’ve heard of stray kids. i don’t stan, but i have heard of them.” fast forward a few weeks, he’s made me watch the maniac mv like 10 times and he thinks now is a good time to tell me, “by the way, stray kids is a self-producing group.” in case you didn’t know, i love groups that self-produce. see the other groups i love, bigbang, bts, seventeen, winner and ikon. so as soon as he said that, i was done for. i fell even deeper into kpop and fell into stray kids.

in april, 2022 i decided that i should make a side blog for stray kids. i didn’t think it would grow into what it has. i just thought it would be like my itzy and blackpink side blogs, where i occasionally post some fan photos and other ppls creations. instead... i thought a good way for me to catch up on 4 years of content was to start giffing and here we are. i say this every time i do a follow forever, but i'm so happy here in my corner of stayblr. everyone is so kind and wonderful! and i want to thank everyone that shows my gifsets love! i'll tag some ppl below, but i want to mention a few special ppl to me first:

@yonglixx and @quokki my lovely sun ☀️ and ale! 💚 we may not talk a whole lot these days, life is busy and school is way too much, but you two were some of the first ppl on stayblr that i really talked to 💖 you guys were my first mutuals 😭🥰

@jinniebit ahhhh anna! we also don't talk a whole lot, but you are special to me! i followed you from your svt main and when i realized that you were here on stayblr, i plucked up my courage (i'm a huge chicken when it comes to interacting first! 🙈) and filled out your mutual form 💖 and i'm so glad i did!

@changbeens wonderful, amazing, talented bee! you mentioned me in your birthday follow forever and i was like, "how have i NOT seen them in my notifs?!" turns out, i was just blind, you were there all along. i love the way you express yourself and you never hesitate to stand up for your friends.

@sunnishine my sunshine 🥰 i'm so glad you were brave one day (i know it took a lot of courage and i'm proud of you 😭) and reblogged one of my gifsets, bc you gave me my own tag and an emoji to go with it 🥺 it was so cute and tbh... i was so nervous to tell you that i wanted a different emoji 😂 but i did and the rest is history.

okay, with the sappy emotional stuff out of the way, here are other ppl that i love a whole lot. if you're not following them, consider doing so! they're all so talented and wonderful! no special order, just alphabetical!

@agibbangs / @atinystraykid / @chanrizard / @chanstopher / @cheekyquokka / @freckledbbokkiee / @geniaparadox / @ggthydrangea / @hanjesungs / @hanjisoonie / @hyunchanz / @jerirose / @jisungs / @juiceofmoons / @jisungsjaistandjeekies / @khairemisthios / @lee--felix / @leefelex / @leenow / @minzbins / @missyedits / @nevoono / @seo-changbinnies / @skz-films / @snug-gyu / @straykidsgallery / @winterfloral

i love you all, you've made being here on stayblr so nice and wonderful! i would've done this sooner, but i worked both new years eve and new years day. but better late than never! i hope 2023 is kind to us all! 💖

#new years 2023

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ateez-himari · 11 months

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Himari's Phone

Phone Case

Phone case(s) 1 : A birthday present from her brother which he pondered over for half an hour, unable to decide which color she would prefer, which led to him buying both. (Currently using the white one)

Phone case 2 : A clear case which she painted over one night due to boredom, behind which she placed a ticket to their very first tour concert.

Phone case 3 : Another clear case in which she placed a polaroid of her and an unknown person holding hands. (Still sparks speculations from Atiny)

Phone case(s) 4 : After performing in LA for K-Con in 2022, the group had some time to themselves and while she was exploring the city she found a small street vendor that handmade these phone cases. Being a fan of both art pieces, she decided to buy the two.

Wallpapers

Set 1 : The lock screen is a piece of art that inspired her while the home screen is a picture of the group during tour.

Set 2 : The lock screen is a picture of a night sky she walked under with Hongjoong on the day when the two had a deep talk, while the home screen is Suga with her brother on a day where the three found time to hang out.

Set 3 : Both pictures were taken during the time when her and Mingi went camping together. The lock screen is a picture of the beach they walked along after dinner while the home screen is a picture of a stray cat who would not let go of her, whom she named Koi.

Contacts

Hongjoong : His profile picture is one she took when the two shared a hotel room during tour, after she took a nap on his leg while they were watching a movie. Saved as : Joong-nii ♡

Seonghwa : His profile picture is one she took when the two were building Lego together, an activity that he offered in order to cheer her up, after she offered him the baby Yoda she managed to put together, bought specifically as a gift for him. Saved as : Hwanakin ♡

Yunho : His profile picture is one she took when the two went out to have a picnic together, after an off-leash dog settled on their blanket and fell alseep. Saved as : Yun-Yun ♡

Yeosang : His profile picture is one she took when the two tried cooking dinner at 1am after getting back to the dorms late drunk. Saved as : Yeothang ♡

San : His profile picture is one she took after he mistakenly entered her hotel room, passing out on the couch before she could tell him. Saved as : San-nya ♡ (San x Meow onomatopoeia)

Mingi : His profile picture is one she took when the two were having dinner together, a few drinks into the night, after he brought her to an art supply store as a late birthday gift. Saved as : MinGo ♡ (Mingi x Mango because of his Rengoku hair)

Wooyoung : His profile picture is one she took after he told her that if she wanted to put a profile picture beside his contact, it would have to be one where he posed however he wanted. (She took this one after and he still doesn't know to this day). Saved as : WooYo ♡

Jongho : His profile picture is one she took when he tried denying having a soft spot for her whilst they sat next to each other on a bus ride. The two were listening to music by sharing his airpods until she fell asleep on his shoulder, and seeing as the AC was quite strong he grabbed his coat from his bag and draped it over her before eventually stroking her hair. Yeosang took a video of this happening and when she woke up she found Jongho trying to intimidate him into deleting it, flustered as he tried denying that he was being soft towards the maknae. Saved as : Gom-Ho ♡ (Gom meaning bear)

#ateez 9th member #ateez au #ateez extra member #ateez female member #ateez imagines #kpop oc

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jjungkookislife · 2 years

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Crybaby [Ch. 5]

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

genre: f2l, fluff, best friend’s brother au, smut [18+]

summary: Sometimes your emotions overwhelmed you, sometimes they made you cry, but your friends were there to comfort you all the time. Crybaby, a sweet nickname bestowed upon you by said friends, but when Kim Namjoon says it, it's more of a tease.

wc: 5.5k

warnings: shy!oc, oc is babied a lot, self-conscious oc, cry baby!oc, alcohol use/mention, joon puts oc on his lap, big body!joon, dirty thoughts, vmin mischief, oc is scared of thunderstorms

date: May 11, 2022

After that night, you find it easier to confide in Namjoon, to seek him for comfort. It astonishes your friends, not really understanding what shifted that night you and Namjoon left the bar without them.

Of course, your soulmate had asked for a relay of that night from you and his brother, repeating it verbatim to the rest of your friends later on. They all seemed to be at a loss but Hoseok and Seokjin took it as a win, fully welcoming Namjoon to the group.

For the most part, you hung out with most of your friends present, a buffer of sorts but you had the option to hang out with Namjoon in short bursts, whether it be trips to the ice cream shop, runs to the local burger joint, or simply grocery shopping.

It was obvious to you -and everyone else- that Joon was insanely attractive, especially as of late when he��d picked up working out a few times a week. You noticed the changes almost immediately, feeling how much his arms had grown as time passed. You also got a glimpse of his social media, where he posted pictures and videos of his workouts with Jungkook and Taehyung. Sometimes you’d join them, dragging along Jimin, who had more interest in dancing with Hoseok and Seokjin.

Anyway, you weren’t the only one noticing these physical changes in Namjoon. Everywhere you went, someone stared. It had been pretty easy to ignore at first, minding your business as you placed items in the shopping cart Namjoon was pushing, but it seemed like everyone you passed stared. The stockers, the customers, and the cashiers. Some even did a double-take!

However, Namjoon never noticed the attention. He was always just watching you, admiring the little crease between your brows as you picked fruits and vegetables, deciding if they were good enough to take home. Sometimes you’d stick your tongue out if you were really concentrating, mumbling to yourself before handing the perishable to him to make the final decision. Namjoon knew fuck all about picking food, but after the first shopping trip, he learned.

His eyes never strayed from you, oblivious to the men and women who would start to head in his direction, only to see him smile adoringly, dimples and all, and lose the minuscule amount of courage they had.

Namjoon was ethereal, and you knew it, the world knew it, but did he? No.

Even if he did, you know it wouldn’t go to his head, and that’s what you liked most about him.

You were used to people staring in your direction any time you went out with your friends. They were all gorgeous and sometimes you wondered if you stuck out like a sore thumb? Despite their reassurances, that thought always gnawed at you, easily making you spiral into a world of doubt and self-hatred.

Namjoon’s been working on positive affirmations for you, correcting you every time you try to speak down on yourself and it seems to be working. You still get overwhelmed by your emotions and you still cry at the drop of a hat, but you’ve also been kinder to yourself, and that’s a win in his book.

“Do we have everything, Baby?” Namjoon asks as you cross off something from your list. You scoot to the side to look over every item, double-checking as you go before nodding.

“Everything for movie night is here,” you grin, proud of yourself as you fold your list into four and tuck it into your purse. Namjoon smiles. You’re adorable.

It’s odd to see someone handwrite a grocery list, much less remember to take it to the store with them, but you surprised him from the very first shopping trip. He tried to make his own list but found he couldn’t read his own handwriting, so he decided to email you his list for you to write on your paper. Apparently, lists are one of your things. He finds it endearing.

“Lead the way, Crybaby.” Namjoon motions for you to go first, heading for the self-checkout. The least human interaction you have, the better.

Namjoon easily unloads the cart while you scan and bag everything, paying for the items before Joon puts them into the cart to push to the parking lot.

“Get inside, Baby. I’ve got it.” Joon states firmly when you try to help him load the groceries into the trunk.

“But I wanna help,” you respond.

“I know, Baby, but it looks like rain and I don’t want you getting wet. Do you want your drink?” Namjoon holds out your lemonade and you thank him before you get into the passenger’s side, waiting for him to load everything and put the cart away.

When he gets into the car, he hands you his phone and you put your playlist on as you fill the silence with small conversation.

Later that evening, Seokjin and Hoseok are roughhousing on the living room floor, fighting for the remote in order to choose what to watch first. Jimin and Taehyung sit at the kitchen counter, snacking on chips while Jungkook sips his beer.

Namjoon is in his bedroom, freshly showered and changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt that hugs his biceps deliciously, not that you looked.

Yoongi stands by the stove, checking the soup he’s making, knowing you’ll all eat a bowl before stuffing yourselves full of snacks and drinks. He doesn’t care, loves the smiles you give him when you take the first bite and that’s enough for him to keep cooking every time you’re all around.

“Crybaby,” Seokjin sings, calling for you to join him in the living room. He’s taken over the recliner, gripping a blanket over his lap while Hoseok glares from his spot on the loveseat.

“Cheater!” He mutters.

“What was that?” Seokjin asks with a sickeningly sweet tone.

“Nothing,” Hoseok bites back with a grin as you join them, giggling when Seokjin tugs you into the spot beside him.

“My little Crybaby!” Seokjin exclaims, kissing your cheek repeatedly, spurred by your giggles. The sound fills all your friends’ hearts with warmth, all of them pausing their activities to listen.

“I missed you! It’s been such a long week! You need to stop by for lunch now and again,” Seokjin sighs sleepily, but he refuses to fall asleep just yet.

“I can stop by next week,” you offer, and Seokjin grins widely.

“You sure know how to make your best friend happy!” He smiles smugly, ignoring the protests from the other six men in the house.

“That is my soulmate. Thank you very much!” Jungkook huffs, playfully sticking his tongue out at the eldest.

“Were. You were her soulmate,” Seokjin aggravates Jungkook, who scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Hold my beer, babe,” he says, handing his beer off to Yoongi.

“No fighting on my recliner!” Namjoon sighs, his hand running over his face before Taehyung is crossing the room to scoop Jungkook up over his shoulder, depositing him on the counter.

“You two are something else,” is all Taehyung says as he hands Jungkook his beer, and everyone moves on as if nothing happened.

Tonight, Hoseok has decided to be the big spoon, claiming the loveseat with Jimin’s back against his chest and Taehyung nestled between Jimin’s legs. You giggle at the sight, more so as Jimin’s small frame cuddles Taehyung’s broad one.

That leaves you sandwiched between Namjoon, who takes the right arm of the couch, and Yoongi, who takes the left arm of the couch and sits his boyfriend on his lap. You know at some point in the evening, Jungkook will end up sprawled across your lap, but that’s a small price to pay if it means nobody has to sit on the floor.

After the first hour, Jungkook ends up sitting beside you, his feet tucked into your thigh, which only pushes you closer to his brother. Namjoon is firm and lean against your side, warmth radiating off him like a furnace when you press against him. He smiles down at you, kissing your forehead before he turns his attention to the movie, but inside you’re screaming. Being so close to Namjoon is overwhelming at times, intoxicating to the point where you don’t think you can breathe on your own but he still provides you with comfort, a sense of calmness when you manage to shut your brain off. Those are the moments you live for, when it’s just you two.

“Ow, Kook,” you whine when his foot digs into your thigh and he apologizes as he scoots to Yoongi. You tickle his foot and he whines, getting the attention of your other friends.

“Be nice, Baby,” Seokjin grins, winking when he wiggles his fingers. You laugh, tickling Jungkook again and he wiggles as he tries to get out of your reach until Namjoon’s coming to his brother’s rescue, pulling you onto his lap.

You’re left speechless as he takes both your hands in one of his. “Crybaby.”

Jungkook smirks, stretching out further as he gets comfortable with his head in Yoongi’s lap. Nobody says anything as heat rushes to your face, refusing to meet Namjoon’s gaze. He sighs and releases your hands but presses a kiss to your temple.

You’re not sure if you should slide off his lap and onto the floor. Perhaps you can join Hobi, Tae, and Jimin’s cuddle puddle, but the loveseat seems to be at its limit with Taehyung’s broad frame.

Before you can decide, Joon’s arms wrap around your waist to hold you in place. You gulp, ignoring the frantic beat of your heart. Wow! This was not a development you were expecting…

You bite your lip to hide the giddy smile that threatens to appear on your lips. You fit perfectly in his arms. Was that a coincidence? Namjoon’s touch is different from all your friends. He elicits a response in you that you’ve never felt before with your friends and you know it’s because you don’t see him as just a friend. Ooh, please don’t stress-sweat! This isn’t the time to get sweaty… What if his hands slip off? No, no, can’t stress-sweat.

Hoseok catches your gaze, quirking his head to the side in question, silently asking if you’re okay. You know if you don’t answer him, he’ll go into protective mode and pull you to him instead.

“I’m fine,” you mouthed and his stare lingers for a moment before he’s giving you a thumbs up. You wait until he turns around, his hands massaging Jimin’s shoulders, clearly distracted once again.

“Everything okay?” Namjoon whispers, his breath brushing against your neck. Lewd thoughts fill your head almost immediately. Joon panting your name into your skin as he covers your body with his, sweat on his brow as he grabs your body, holding you in place as he fills you to the brim.

Clearing your throat, you nod, not trusting your voice to answer without fumbling over your words.

“Excuse me,” you rush as you get off his lap, mindful not to step on his feet as you scurry to the safety of the kitchen.

Away from the living room, you can finally catch your breath. You inhale deeply, gripping the counter to hold you steady, turning the faucet on to fill your palms with cool water to rub on your face.

“Fuck me,” you mutter as you pat your face dry, turning to open the fridge and grab an ice cube to rub over the hot skin of your neck, moaning softly at the coolness. Fuck Namjoon for being so hot. How are you supposed to sit on his lap for the rest of the night?

Maybe Jin will share his recliner if you ask nicely? Doubt it.

“Baby girl?” Jimin asks as he walks into the kitchen, hoping he doesn’t startle you by calling out. Smiling weakly, you lock eyes with him as he crosses the distance between you. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap you in a hug that you reciprocate, making him shiver when your cold hands wrap around his slim waist.

“Ice?” he’s puzzled as he takes your hand, taking the ice out to toss in the sink with a clank. “Why?”

“Too hot,” you mutter as you press your face to his chest. Jimin nods, kissing your head as he holds you close, rubbing your back gently. He can feel the warmth on your skin, almost too hot on his own skin, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he waits for you to provide an explanation, but as the seconds pass, he knows he won’t be getting one unless he presses for answers.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m gonna ask you something. Can you answer honestly?” Jimin asks softly, words murmured against your hair.

“I can try,” And Jimin knows that’s the best he’s going to get out of you, so he decides to proceed anyway. He looks over his shoulder, making sure nobody else is within hearing distance before he unravels himself from your embrace.

“You said it was too hot,” Jimin starts, wetting his lips with his tongue as he tries to keep from teasing you. You nod.

“Was it too hot or was Namjoon too hot?” Jimin notes the way you freeze, taking a step back, frowning when your back meets the counter. With a smirk, Jimin steps forward, his arms on the counter on either side of you to cage you in.

He’s so pretty, so ethereal and he steals your breath away as he leans in closer. Jimin’s nose pressed against yours, “Tell me Crybaby. You said you’d try for me.”

Swallowing thickly, you ignore the embarrassment that bubbles up inside you.

“He’s too hot. Too fucking hot, Minnie,” you admit and it feels like a weight’s lifted from your chest, able to breathe again as Jimin steps back, a smirk on his pretty full lips.

“I knew it,” he teases, kissing your cheek as he gives you some more room by stepping back further. “You’re so easy to read, Baby.”

Panic crosses your face, eyes wide as tears pool in your eyes. Your ears burn hot, your hands covering them as humiliation builds inside you.

Fuck, Jimin curses.

“Correction, Crybaby. You’re easy to read because you’re my best friend. My best girl,” Jimin is in your space again, hugging you as he feels a few stray tears soak his shirt. “Shh, baby. I promise, he’s not as good as I am. He doesn’t know. Doesn’t see it, Baby.”

“Really?” you clear your throat, wet eyes meeting Jimin’s.

“Would I lie to you?” Jimin hums, kissing your forehead. He uses his thumbs to rub the last of your tears away.

“Never,” you answer automatically.

Jimin grins, kissing each of your cheeks. Your smile has him brightening further, kissing the tip of your nose as he hugs you, squeezing you until you gasp and he laughs.

“Do you want to go back in there or do you want to stay in here for a bit? Nobody will mind,” Jimin assures you as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, opening it before handing it to you.

Thanking him, you take a sip.

“I need to calm down and cool down,” you bite your lip, giggling.

“Whatever you need, Baby. It was hurting my back being stuffed into the loveseat like a sardine,” he chuckles as he rolls his head from side to side until his neck pops and he moans.

“I didn’t know the party had moved in here,” Taehyung smiles as he makes his way to you, arms around you in an instant.

“Tae!” you squeal when he kisses your cheek wetly. He giggles as he apologizes, sitting on the counter behind you as he takes a shot from the glass bottle beside him.

“We’re just hanging out in here for a bit,” Jimin shrugs nonchalantly and Tae nods, not asking any further questions when he notes the dried tears that linger on your cheeks.

“Cool, it’s a little stuffy on that couch,” Taehyung barks a laugh as he fans himself.

“Right?” Jimin agrees as he makes Taehyung scoot so he can climb onto the counter beside him, his perfect ass resting on the hard surface. Jimin pats his thigh to get you to come to him. You do so.

“So obedient,” Taehyung teases, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Such a good girl,” Jimin praises, smirking, and you know they’re up to no good, but you love when they’re in their playful moods. It offers a distraction from your thoughts.

“Come,” Taehyung’s deep voice commands, and you do so. You stand in front of Jimin and Taehyung takes another shot, groaning when he swallows.

Jimin spreads his legs, taking your hand to pull you in between them.

“Hi,” you chirp, smiling at them.

“Hi,” Jimin chirps, mimicking your tone as he looks down at you. The back of his hand caresses your cheek gently, knuckles brushing against your lips when he changes his course and grips your chin with his thumb and index finger.

“Do you want a shot?” Jimin asks with his cheeky smile that denotes he’s up to no good, but you trust him and you were in search of a distraction after all.

“Yes,” you answer clearly and confidently. Jimin exchanges a look with his soulmate, a silent exchange between them.

“You heard our Crybaby, Tae.”

Taehyung nods, smiling at you. “Open up for us, Baby.”

You do so immediately. His tone makes your head spin and Jimin opens your mouth wider, praising you for being a good girl.

The alcohol fills your mouth and you swallow, wincing as it goes down your throat.

“What kind of debauchery are you two getting up to with my Crybaby?” Seokjin asks as he leans against the doorway. You smile when you see him, waving as Jimin moves you to the side so he can hop off the counter.

“Nothing now,” he winked, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the kitchen. Seokjin doesn’t bother to follow you, moving toward Taehyung to take a swig from the bottle, knowing well enough that he’s lost his seat.

Jimin leads you to the recliner, sitting in it first before pulling you beside him and covering your bodies with a blanket. Nobody says a word as the movie goes on, but you can feel the heat of Namjoon’s stare on you the rest of the night.

Falling in love with Namjoon scares you but only because he’s become just as special as your friends, if not more. You’re no longer afraid to spend time with him with no one to act as a buffer. In fact, you prefer spending time alone with him whenever the opportunity presents itself.

Today it’s just the two of you. You’d been cooped up all day in his house, watching movies and eating snacks.

It had been Namjoon’s idea to head to the park near his house for some air and you had agreed when you rose from the couch and your muscles felt stiff.

Okay, perhaps Namjoon also bribed you with ice cream after your walk.

“There’s a little creek right over there,” Namjoon points to a small bridge not too far from the both of you. The park isn’t as busy as usual, and you bet it has something to do with the dark clouds that have slowly blocked out any trace of sunlight.

“Do you think it’ll rain on us?” you ask as you follow Namjoon to the little bridge, looking into the creek when you get there. Namjoon hums in acknowledgement but is too busy taking pictures of the creek and a little squirrel that has come out of one of the trees that surround the area.

“Probably,” he finally answers as he looks up at the sky, only to feel a raindrop to hit him in the face.

It’s only a second later that you’re pelted with a few more raindrops and a crash of thunder.

“Fuck, let’s go!” Namjoon shouts, taking your hand in his as he leads you off the bridge and down the pathway that leads to the entrance of the park.

“We’re not gonna make it, Joon!” you laugh as you walk faster to try to keep up with his long strides.

“We might get a bit wet but we can shower when we get home,” Namjoon says easily but another crash of thunder hits and you jump. You weren’t a fan of thunderstorms, much less when you were caught outside.

“Joon!” you tremble as you squeeze his hand.

“We’re almost there, Baby. Just hold on a little longer, okay?” he asks softly and as you round a corner. Namjoon can see his home at the end of the block.

“You’re walking too fast,” you pout as you try to keep up and he slows his pace to not leave you behind.

A sheepish smile appears on his lips. “Sorry, Crybaby.”

You nod, swallowing thickly as you look up to the sky and see it’s gone dark, almost as if it were nighttime instead of mid-afternoon. You hate it; you hate it; you hate it!

Unfortunately, before you can reach Namjoon’s house, the rain picks up and soaks you both to the bone.

“Shit,” Namjoon curses. “Sorry, Crybaby. I should have checked the weather before we headed out.”

“It’s okay, just get me out of it,” you tell him as you pick up your pace, ignoring the slight ache in your calves. Namjoon easily keeps up with your new pace, thankful when you’re just a few houses down from his.

“You can shower first,” he promises as he unlocks the front gate, holding it open for you to pass through. You make your way to the front door, using your own house key to unlock it while Namjoon locks the gate and jogs to the porch to meet you.

“Finally,” you grumble as you kick off your wet shoes. Namjoon walks in after you, tripping over your shoes as he takes his off and shuts the front door.

“Well, that was a bust,” Namjoon chuckles as he runs a glistening wet hand through his wet hair. You smile softly at his words, nodding.

Even soaking wet, Namjoon still looks as hot as ever, perhaps even hotter. Namjoon shakes his hair. A few droplets land on your face and you whine, glaring at him.

“Whoops!”

“Whoops!” you mock when you grab your t-shirt and wring it over Namjoon’s feet.

A snort escaped Namjoon, cheeks pink when he covers his mouth as he laughs. His pretty eyes turn into crescents as he shakes his head. How far the two of you have come. He doesn’t think you would have dared doing anything like that just a few months ago, and yet, now he’s captivated by all these new sides of you. You’re like a blooming flower, slowly opening up to him more and more, and you’re incredibly beautiful.

“Let’s get you washed up, Crybaby. Go start the shower and I’ll get you some clothes.” Namjoon pushes you toward the bathroom, leaving you to your own devices as he heads to his bedroom.

There’s a drawer in his room with a few of your belongings. He picks out a pair of leggings and socks for you to wear before he heads to his closet to grab one of his oversized hoodies for you. He hopes the lights won’t go out during the storm. He’d hate for you to be cold.

“Crybaby?” Namjoon calls as he knocks on the bathroom door. The shower is running, and he hopes you haven’t gotten in yet.

A moment later, the door opens and you stick your hand out to take the clothes from him.

“Thanks, Joon!”

“I’ll bring you a warm towel in five minutes. I’ll set it on the counter,” he informs you before you shut the door and thank him again.

Namjoon heads to the linen closet, taking two towels and throwing them in the dryer for a few minutes. He stops in front of the washer to throw his soaked shirt into it. He unbuttons his pants, almost taking them off before he grabs a towel off the shelf and dries off as best as he can as the dryer goes off.

Quickly, he folds the two towels meant for you and takes them to the bathroom, gently knocking and waiting for your permission before he enters.

Namjoon sets the towels on the counter before he heads back to his bedroom, grabbing a few extra blankets to set on his bed for after your shower.

Jungkook will be at work until later, and Yoongi will probably come over to make dinner. The two of you had planned to laze around until their return. Maybe you can squeeze in a nap or a movie in between.

While you shower, Namjoon goes to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate, putting an even amount of mini marshmallows on top.

When you’re done with your shower and getting dressed, you join Namjoon in the kitchen, thanking him for making you a drink after you blatantly check him out. His back is so broad and muscular, his golden skin is still wet from the rain as a few droplets cling onto him for dear life. You’ve never been jealous of a raindrop before… hmm.

“Sure thing, Baby,” he grins, kissing your cheek as he goes to walk past you. He doesn’t notice the way you hide your smile in your favorite mug, cheeks flushed with heat.

Once your drink is gone, and your mug washed and dried, you head to Namjoon’s bedroom. You crawl under the blankets, tugging them up to your chest as you wait for him to join you. The lights flicker once and you hold your breath, silently praying they don’t go out.

“Sorry,” Joon smiles, embarrassed, as he steps into his bedroom. He’s shirtless with a towel draped over his shoulder, one hand ruffling his wet hair in a poor attempt to dry it.

“I forgot to grab a shirt,” he says as you stare up at the ceiling, refusing to ogle his muscular figure. You daydream enough about him, seeing him in person will just make you combust. You’re already warm enough from the hoodie and the blankets, you can’t have your arousal making your temperature spike and cause concern.

However, Namjoon smirks, noting the way you try to sneak a peek from the corner of your eye, squealing when you get caught.

Moments later, Namjoon joins you on the bed. He frowns when the lights flicker again and he turns the bedside lamp on. He can’t do anything if the lights go out, but for now, he can have a bit of light in the bedroom until you fall asleep.

“Anything you wanna watch, baby?” Namjoon asks as he turns his TV on, selects an app, and opens the search bar.

“Whatever you want is fine,” you answer as you scoot closer to him, trying to read the titles on the screen. Namjoon leans over to the bedside table, grabbing his glasses so he can see better.

Namjoon selects a show he knows you’ve binged before, putting it on for some background noise as another roll of thunder fills the air. You try not to get scared, but you fidget closer to Namjoon. He wraps an arm around you, rubbing your back in soothing circles as you do your best to focus on the TV.

“I’ve got you,” Namjoon whispers as he holds you in his arms. You tremble at another crash of thunder, making the TV inaudible. You loathe thunderstorms and absolutely despise them and any loud noises.

Namjoon hates the way there’s nothing he can do to comfort you besides hold you. He’s tried a variety of things to ease you through the storms and it’s usually Jungkook and Yoongi you seek for comfort. They’re both working and can’t leave for this storm and Namjoon wishes he could help, but he’s at a loss.

Jungkook sits in his office, gnawing on his bottom lip as he looks out the window. The sky has rapidly gone dark, and he knows you’ll be terrified when the storm hits if it hasn’t already.

Yoongi texts him, asking if he’s doing okay. Jungkook responds immediately, assuring his boyfriend that he’s fine before hiding his phone between his thighs, not wanting to get caught texting minutes before he’s due to clock out.

Worry fills his belly as rain begins to pelt the windowpanes and he sighs. He’s sent multiple texts to you and Namjoon, but all have gone unanswered. Are you okay? Do you need him? Is Namjoon with you? Are you alone? Is anyone else with you?

Jungkook doesn’t know, and not knowing is what’s sending him up the wall. He’s been unable to focus on anything else since the dark clouds took over the sky, drowning every bit of sunshine. The temperature has also dropped, according to his weather app, and he’s not looking forward to going outside and getting soaked before he can reach his car in the parking lot.

Annoyed, Jungkook stares at the clock on his computer until his shift ends and he’s startling his coworkers when he stands upright without a second thought. He grabs his belongings and heads to the small clock out machine. He sticks his thumb on the reader and waits for the confirmation to show on the screen before he heads out, his phone glued to his ear.

“Come on, Crybaby. Answer your phone,” he pleads as his brows furrowed with worry. He bites his lip as he steps aside, waiting under the awning as the phone heads to voicemail.

His next phone call is to his brother, but the line rings and rings before it goes to voicemail as well. With a petulant frown, Jungkook shoves his phone in his pocket before running to his car, unlocking it quickly so he can get inside.

Opening the group chat, Jungkook asks if anyone is with you. All his friends respond with a negative before he hopes that Joon’s lack of response is due to him being with you as thunder bellows in the sky.

Back home, Namjoon wakes to the sound of you crying. You’re trying to hide your face under the blanket to muffle your sounds, but Namjoon just pulls you closer.

“I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear.” His words comfort you, his warmth drawing you in as you sniffle and wipe your tears away. Namjoon kisses your forehead, planting a kiss on each of your cheeks after. He only hesitates for a second before he’s kissing the corner of your mouth and all your fears are thrown to the back of your mind as your eyes widen and a smile graces your face for the first time since the storm began.

“Sleep some more, baby. I’ll be right here,” Namjoon says softly, his hand gently caressing your face as you nod and wrap yourself up in him, inhaling his subtle scent and shutting your eyes.

Namjoon knows he’s in deep. He’s always found you beautiful, but getting to know you and learning about you has skyrocketed him headfirst into love. His tiny crush on you has grown into a simmer of love that threatens to overfill his heart.

He’s not sure how much longer he can keep his feelings to himself and despite his brother’s encouragement, he’s too scared to say something.

What if he’s wrong?

What if you don’t see him as anything more than a friend?

Would you shut him out?

Namjoon’s not sure if he’s willing to risk it all…

With those dark thoughts in his head, Namjoon struggles to fall asleep, but eventually his eyes grow too heavy and he’s sleeping soundly.

Jungkook is a ball of nerves when he steps onto his front porch, shaking off his coat as he opens the door.

Silence greets him, and it does little to soothe his worries as he kicks his shoes off. He notes how yours sits beside his brother’s and he has hope as he walks down the hallway.

Jungkook sticks his head in his bedroom, surprised to see that it’s empty before he turns on his heel and barrels toward Namjoon’s. He pauses at the door, frozen in his spot as he sees you curled into Namjoon’s chest.

The storm has passed since Jungkook headed home, the brunt of it being in your area, and he knows you must have been scared. He’s grateful that his brother was around to comfort you and his heart melts at the sight of you two. It’s been a long time coming, and he knew the two of you fit together like two puzzle pieces.

With a smile, Jungkook is taking his phone out to take a picture of the two of you. He’ll send it to his group chat later to coo about the two of you. For now, he steps back into the hallway as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb you.

Perhaps this was the start of something amazing.

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Trust in me

AN: And here we are, over the hump, so to celebrate have some Stucky with a side of Vampirism and Lingerie......

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

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Beta’d by @christywantspizza

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: SoftDarkVampire!Bucky x Virgin! Preserum Steve

CW: Lingerie, Vampires, Blood, Explicit Sexual Content, Corruption Kink, Possesive Bucky, people who treat Steeb horribly

Word Count: 2.7k

Steve’s head was spinning but given everything that had happened in the last few days, few would have felt different.

Was it only two days ago when he’d been sitting at home, the home he’d grown up in with his recently departed mother, when he’d been disturbed by a banging on the door? The village mayor, and a few other officials, had been standing there, looking down at him gravely, the poor sickly orphan son of Mrs Rogers.

It had been long whispered among the youth of the village about the mysterious castle over the hill, rumours of a spectre, a demon. A vampire. That if you stayed out too late, or strayed too far, then he would take you to slake his infernal hunger. But it was always a story, a way to keep the young people of the village under control.

Until it wasn’t.

It turned out that it was true, to a degree, although the main truth was that the vampire existed. And every 50 years, the mayor and town elders would pick a youth to be sent to the castle.

An offering.

A sacrifice.

It was apparently, according to the mayor, a gut-wrenching choice, and one that was hard to make, but Steve didn’t believe him. Even he knew he was the obvious candidate. No one would miss him; he had no parents, no siblings, no lover. His small, skinny stature meant that he couldn’t carry out the jobs that the other men of the village did, reduced to carrying out ‘women’s work’. He had few friends and no social standing.

Steve had been holding onto the hope that once the immense grief of his mother’s death had passed, he would grow to find contentment in his life, even if he never achieved the great happiness spoken about in fairy stories or shown by his peers, as they partnered off and began their own families. But it stood to reason that was never going to happen. Why would it? Nothing in his life so far suggested a happy ending.

The mayor explained that there wasn’t really any choice, unless Steve wished to selfishly bring ruin to the rest of the village. He could come of his own free will, like those who had been chosen before him, or they would bind him and take him.

With a barking laugh of derision, Steve had stood and left his home, locking the door and passing the key to the mayor. Soon, another family would live where he and his mother had lived and he hoped that the wife would be glad for his mother’s pans and crockery that were being left behind.

The only thing he took was the coverlet that his mother had tirelessly embroidered. If he were to die, he would like to be surrounded by her love and care in his final moments.

He’d spent the night in the church, where the clerics sprinkled him with holy water and commended his soul to God and the ever-after, chanting prayer after prayer over his small form.

The following afternoon, a few hours before sunset, he was put up into a wagon, and the stoic driver, who refused to say a word to him, steered the oxen up the rocky track and over the brow of the hill to where the castle lay. As soon as he’d alighted, the driver had turned and started straight back, and Steve had approached the imposing doors as the sun removed its final sliver from the sky.

Steve had lifted his hand to the large iron knocker, hesitating momentarily, before gulping down his fear and banging the ring against the solid wooden door. It had swung open with an ominous creak, but there was no one on the other side. Steve had then taken a trembling step over the threshold, and then another, into a cavernous entrance hall, noting the stone slabs on the floor, the old wooden sideboards against the stone walls and the massive candelabras placed upon them. He’d jumped when the door swung shut with an ominous boom, cradling the folded coverlet in his arms.

“Hello?” His voice had echoed off the walls, but otherwise there was silence. Moving carefully over to one of the sideboards, Steve had picked up one of the candelabras and moved towards the large staircase in the centre of the entrance hallway. Ornately carved bannisters curved upwards, bracketing the red carpeted treads and he couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship of it all. He had just been about to take his first step up when he’d heard a noise behind him, like the flapping of wings, or the swishing of a cape.

Turning sharply on his heel he’d been confronted by a pair of eyes, flashing red as blood and it all faded to black.

So yes, Steve was dizzy as he blinked opened his eyes, and sat up. He was lying on a plush bed, on top of the counterpane, but with his own coverlet over his legs.

“Careful now. You fainted, my little one. You have not been taking care of yourself.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as he turned towards the deep voice and finally saw him.

The vampire.

To say that the vampire looked like a normal man would do him a great disservice. There was nothing normal about him, only the extraordinary.

Although he was sitting in the armchair next to the bed that Steve found himself lying upon, Steve could tell that he was a tall man. His skin was pale, his eyes a light blue, like the sky in winter on a clear day, but his hair was dark. It was also long for a man, skimming his shoulders.

His cheekbones were prominent, but not because he was gaunt, his nose was strong, lips plump and pink, and he had a cleft in his chin.

“You’re beautiful…”

Steve clamped his hands over his mouth as he realised he‘d spoken out loud.

The vampire smiled and Steve caught a glimpse of one sharp fan. Panic and embarrassment warred within him, both emotions rising when the man shifted, almost glided, out of his seat to sit on the edge of the bed, terrifyingly close.

“Are you going to kill me now?” Steve’s voice was a whisper.

“Of course not.” There was an almost soft, tender look on the vampire’s face and he reached out to smooth a stray lock of sandy blonde hair off Steve’s forehead. “I am James. What is your name?”

“St-Steve.”

The vampire James looked him up and down, trailing a hand down Steve’s cheek and to his skinny shoulder, rubbing his thumb into the dip in Steve’s clavicle.

“Look at me, Steve.” The trembling young man looked up, looked into those ice blue eyes, saw them flash red, and found he couldn’t look away.

“Good, good. Just relax. I won’t bite, unless you’re into that sort of thing.” His lips twitched at his own little joke. “Now, tell me Steve, what have you always wanted from your life.”

Steve didn’t know why, but James’ voice was soothing. He could feel the panic subsiding. He felt safe and able to let out his desires for the first time in his life.

“I… I… want to be loved. Not…not just the love a parent feels for a child. I had the best mother and she cared for me so much. But no one else wanted me as I am. I wanted to feel wanted, loved.” Steve’s lips twisted up into a wry smile. “I wanted to feel pretty.”

“They were all fools.” James looked angry, but Steve wasn’t afraid. He knew, somehow, it wasn’t directed at him. “Fools not to see the treasure beneath their noses. Casting you out for their own convenience, and for their own fears and superstitions.”

James’ trailed his hand back up, resting on Steve’s throat and stroking over his pulse point. “You said that you thought I was beautiful, Steve, but it is you who are. You who came here without fear, without a backwards glance, to save those who would never think of saving you. You are safe here, my angel. And you are desired.”

His eyes flashed red again.

“Now, sleep, sweet Stevie. Sleep.”

Steve closed his eyes, and this time when the blackness came it was with peace instead of fear.

It was his stomach rumbling that caused Steve to wake a second time. He was under the covers of the bed this time, but he wasn’t overly warm. He yawned and stretched, feeling more rested and relaxed than he ever remembered. He pushed back the covers and swung his legs out and that’s when he realised. Realised that his clothes were gone and in their place were different clothes.

If they could be called that.

There was no way these were clothes you could go outside in. Soft confections of lace and silk adorned Steve’s body, the light fabric sliding over his skin and making him feel…feel different.

He looked up as the door opened and James walked through. He smiled broadly when he saw Steve awake and on his feet, and in his hands he carried a tray.

“I have brought you some food, Steve. It isn’t the most exciting of fare,I have little use for normal foodstuffs, as I’m sure you can guess. But, I can’t have you getting sick.”

James placed the tray on the small table on the other side of the room, and then pulled out a chair.

“Please. Sit, Steve. I assure you, I mean you no harm.”

Feeling a bit awkward, Steve walked across to the table, feeling the plush rug under his toes, softer than nearly anything else he’d felt in his life, and sat down. James tucked him in, and then sat down in the opposite chair, watching him. Steve sipped at the water and tucked into the food, a simple platter of bread, cheese and sliced apple, but ironically, food he was used to. The silence stretched between them until Steve couldn’t bear it any longer.

“What are you going to do to me?”

James cocked his head.

“Nothing bad, I assure you. Do you know how long it has been since I’ve had good company? The last… visitor… from your village, it was a while ago. And she wasn’t as pleasing to the eye and mind as you are.”

Steve tried not to think about what had happened to that woman. She obviously wasn’t still here…

“So… if nothing bad, then what? You’ll forgive me for being nervous, given who, what you are, and why I am here.”

A deep chuckle, thick as syrup, spilled from James’ lips.

“I like how you don’t hold back, Steve.” James nodded down at the empty plate. “Are you finished? Do you need more?”

“No, no. It’s fine. More than fine.”

“Good.”

In the blink of an eye, Steve found himself out of his chair and pushed up against the wall, pinned there by James’ larger body.

“You are here, my angel, because I wish you to be. If I had merely wished to slake my physical hunger I can assure you that you would have expired in my hallway. But I find myself intrigued. You may be small in stature, but you are more than just your body. You came, clutching a blanket, one made with love, by your mother, I guess. You didn’t shrink or simper, nor did you cloak yourself with false bravado.”

James dipped his head to Steve’s neck and inhaled, rubbing his nose and then his cheek over the pulse in Steve’s throat.

“I want to keep you. I want to give you things. Nice things.”

His hands, cool and firm, stroked down the satin covering Steve’s body.

“Things like this. Things that help you see how beautiful you are. And do you know what else I would give you, Steve?” James lifted his head and looked straight into Steve’s eyes. Steve shook his head, unsure of how to answer, and in any case all words had left his brain as he struggled with the new feelings he had rushing through his veins. And rushing south.

“I would give you pleasure, my Stevie. I would make you feel more alive than you ever have. And yes, I would take what I needed too, but I can do that without killing you. Without irreparably harming you. So that we could both experience bliss over and over.”

James shifted his body and Steve could feel the vampire’s erection, rubbing against his own, where it was encased in more lace. Then James moved his mouth closer to Steve’s ear, and in a low voice asked, “Would you like that, Steve?”

Steve moaned. He’d never felt desire like this. No one had ever spoken to him like this, touched him.

“Please…” He knew he was damned from that moment, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care. Better to be damned and loved, even if only for a short time.

With another rush of inhuman speed James had Steve back on the bed, the outer layers of satin discarded so that Steve was only clad in a short lace top and matching underwear. He should have felt cold, but the heat of his own blood coursing through him kept him warm. James had also discarded his waistcoat, cravat and shirt, and his pale skin shone in the firelight of the room. He loomed over Steve, hair loose, fangs peeking out, and looking like the personification of lust.

“Would you grant me the gift of your body, my angel?”

“Yes!” Steve’s voice may have been a whisper, but it no longer trembled.

With a sigh, James kissed him, his lips soft, but cool. Steve could help but wind his arms around James’s neck. This was his first kiss, and while it was very different to what he’d imagined, he couldn’t, wouldn’t, regret it. He couldn’t stop his body responding, and rolled his slim hips up against James’, small breathy moans passing from his lips to his lover’s. James’ hands were all over him, touching him in new and delightful ways. He felt bereft when James broke their kiss, but was then plunged back into this new world of pleasure as the vampire travelled down his virgin body, licking over the pulsing vein in his neck, sucking gently on it, lightly scraping with his sharp teeth.

The coverlet of the bed was twisted in Steve’s fist, having not known what to do with his arms when James slipped out of his embrace. James nuzzled into the dip by Steve’s hip, a hair’s breadth away from his straining cock.

“You smell so sweet, Stevie. I bet you’ll taste just as delightful.” He pressed his open mouth over the lace making his way across to where the fabric was tented the most and damp with pre-cum. He looked up and caught Steve’s gaze, before he sucked on the fabric. Steve cried out, arching off the bed, almost entirely overwhelmed by sensation.

“Mmmm, just as I thought.” James chuckled as he pulled down the sodden underwear and then took Steve’s cock in his hand. He started to stroke it, while kissing Steve’s milky inner thighs, and licking at his balls.

Steve had never felt anything like it. He’d touched himself before, but this, this was something new. The touch, the caress, of someone else, someone so magnetic and dangerous.

“James… I…!”

“Shhh, my angel. Don’t think, just feel. Trust me.”

James ran his tongue up Steve’s length, flicking it over the tip and then taking it into his mouth.

“Oh. Oh!” Steve screwed his eyes shut, trying to reduce the overstimulation. “James. James! I…”

James removed Steve’s cock from his mouth, going back to stroking it and resuming his kissing and nuzzling of Steve’s thigh. He twisted his hand slightly on the up stroke, increasing the pressure, then, as Steve’s body went rigid, James sank his teeth into the soft skin.

Steve felt as though stars were exploding behind his eyes, the world spinning out of control. Pleasure sizzled through his blood and it felt as though it was never ending. He glanced down at where James was latched onto one of his thighs and saw blood red eyes looking back at him.

Yes he was damned, but he’d never regret it.

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#kinktober22 #kinktober 2022 #late writes #stucky #stucky fic #preserum steve rogers #vampire!bucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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I saw a post the other day about “the Portal renaissance” basically about how new people consistently come into the fanbase due to Portal 2 going on sale on Steam every so often. That’s probably the actual explanation for a whole lotta people, but that wasn’t for me, and it got me thinking about my introduction to it. So I decided it would be fun for me to reflect on the story of how I discovered it, and then post about it because blebityblehbleh parasocial strangers’ approval blibbityblooblah

In 2017, Lego Dimensions sets started showing up at 99 cent stores. I was 15, and I still liked legos but I knew how expensive they were so I always looked for bargains. I really wanted the Jurassic World set, but I never found it. I still got quite a few, and one in particular sorta stuck with me.

The other sets all ended up used in miscellaneous ways for like brick built dinosaurs and transformers and stuff, but I decided to keep the cube and Chell built. Every so often I’d look at them, they lived on a shelf with my lego clone troopers, and I’d think “I should look up what those come from, it seems pretty cool” but because I was a dumb ass adhd teenager I never got around to it.

Then in 2020 I discovered RTgame’s YouTube channel through his Minecraft videos, he was my #1 fav channel for a few months, so I started working through his backlog. My favorite videos were the ones where he played with CallMeKevin, so I looked for those videos specifically and found out they played Portal 2, that thing that the lego things were from! So I watched it, and it looked fun and stuff, I liked the robots and the sci fi aesthetic, but through the screams of these Irish idiots I heard snippets of the most heavenly voice that ever graced my ears.

And something in my gay little brain just clicked and I just needed to hear her more.

Luckily, this video popped up in my recommendations thanks to raniel and kev, and it gave me fucking hives, and I became a GLaDOS junkie

I started eyeing the fandom from afar, but I very rarely ventured outside my niche, that being Portal 2 GLaDOS voice line compilations on YouTube. If I ever needed cheering up or had trouble sleeping I listened to her, I didn’t need any context because she was funny and had the most radiant beautiful voice I ever heard, and it stayed that way for a while.

I built a lego glabos late 2020 that I’ve consistently upgraded, but I’ve decided not to stray for 100% accuracy because I’m just not skilled enough.

That was it for like 2 years, I had the lego, I liked the GLaDOS voice, I was happy. Then in January 2022 I was looking for a Blu-ray DVD player since I started living on my own. Then my little brother suggested I get a video game console, and I realized there were a few older games that I really wanted to play, so I took his advice and looked up what consoles had Transformers: War For Cybertron, Fall of Cybertron, and Lego Jurassic World.

X box 1 had them but x boxes cost like $300. Ps4s had them and were a bit cheaper but still over $100.

Then I saw that all 3 games were available on PS3. So I looked up the prices and I found some used for like $70.

On January 6, 2022, I got this PS3 from a used games shop for something like $40, and War For Cybertron to go with it.

I wanted to find a co-op game to play with him since he had the idea, but he found one for me on January 20th. He said “my friend told me this is about robots, a lesbian computer, and a creepy facility, so I thought you’d like it. Plus it has a two-player mode so we can play it since you still haven’t found Lego Jurassic World”

I hadn’t even checked if Portal 2 was on PS3 previously. After my first play through of the singleplayer campaign I cried my ass off and told him it was the best gift ever.

It was the thing that triggered me to actually start getting into the community, and I luckily started in the right place: looking through the GLaDOS tag on Archive of our own. Then I became a Chelldos addict and now I feel like I’ve been here for years.

Later I found the Orange Box to play Portal 1 and then everything came full fucking circle

Basically, the reason I got into Portal is because I’m a cheapskate who watches twitch clips on YouTube

#portal game #valve games #portal 2 #ps3games #lego dimensions #GLaDOS

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cyn-write · 1 year

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TWST Yule Tide Song Fics

This is for Bunnwich Winter Event 2022! @bunnwich and @comingyourlugubriousness

This pair of short fics are inspired by songs from our world! All of them are Canon Characters X Oc but feel free to read them as Yuu or reader if you would like! Happy Holidays Everyone!

Characters: Azul and Rook (Seprately)

Ocs: Grace Wilde (Yuusona) and Eira Fox (TWST Lucifer/Roxanne)

Character Note: Eira is mute so when she signs I use ' to signify signing and " for spoken word.

Note: Songs will be linked and credited with each piece. I highly suggest listening to the songs while you read! Also, do not steal my work or plagiarize and the artwork belongs to the TWST game. Enjoy!

Azul x Cynthia: "Baby it's Cold Outside"

Grace rolled her wrists, hearing the satisfying crackles. The sound caught Azul's attention. He didn't realize how late it was.

"I better head out," Grace started to collect her books and notes, "Thanks for the study date."

Azul really didn't want Grace to leave. He felt bad for working the whole time when he meant to relax, but duty called. He got up from his chair and placed a hand on her things to try and halt her. "Why don't you stay for a little longer? We could have some tea, watch a movie, talk?"

"I really can't stay, Vil is pretty strict with curfew and I don't want to get either of us in trouble," Grace smiled as she watched her silver-haired love come closer as she packed her things.

"But Baby, It's cold outside," He smiled coyly as their game began.

"I've got to go away," She shook her head as she zipped up her book bag.

"But Pearl, It's cold outside," He leaned against the back of the couch so he was eye-level with his Gold-haired beauty.

Grace lifted her bag onto her shoulder. "This evening has been so, very nice."

Azul took her hands into his gloved ones and brushed his lips against her pale skin, feeling their naturally cold temperature, "I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."

She giggled as she rounded the couch with Azul still holding her hands, "Rook will be suspicious."

Azul pulled his pearl into his arms and brushed a stray hair behind her pointed ear, " Beautiful, what's your hurry?"

"Vil will be pacing the floor," She placed her arms around his neck and started to sway.

"Listen to the water roar," He swayed with her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Maybe just a drink more," Grace tilted her head and smiled.

"Put some music on while I pour." Azul smiled at his small victory and went to pour the two of them some tea.

"The Tweels might start to think we are up to something." She sat on the couch and put her bag down next to her.

"Dear, they always think we're up to something," Azul said handing her a cup of tea as he sits next to her.

Cyn takes a sip of the very strong tea, "Say, what's in this tea?"

"Peppermint, for the season," Azul took a sip as well and wrapped an arm around her waist again. "Your eyes are beautiful tonight, like sea shells," He kissed her temple after his compliment.

She giggled and put her cup down, "I wish I knew how to break this spell."

Azul moved closer as he ran his fingers through her hair, "Are you trying to hurt my pride?"

"You're very pushy, ya know, " Grace raised an eyebrow as she snuggled into his chest.

"I prefer to say.... opertunistic," He chuckled and rested his head on top of hers.

"Epel will be suspicious," She half-heartedly protested.

Azul smirked and placed a hand underneath her chin, "My, your lips look delicious. Did Vil give you a new lipstick?"

"Grim, will be there at the door," Cynthia looked up into her lover's eyes with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Like waves upon a tropical shore~"

"Ace and Deuce's mind will wonder."

"Seven, you look beautiful."

"Maybe just a half a drink more," Grace leaned in closer for a second before pulling her head and shaking her head. "No, no, I gotta get home."

Azul simply loved this game, "But love, you'll freeze out there."

Grace straightened her uniform, "Say, lend me your coat."

"It's ten below out there," Azul wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her.

"It's really been grand," she turned around in his arms.

"The thrill I get just holding your hand," He took one of her naturally cold hands and intertwined their fingers.

"But can't you see? I will get in trouble if I don't go," She squeezed his hand in hers.

Azul chuckled at her glee in tormenting him, "How can you do this thing to me?"

Grace shrugged in reply, "We are bound to talk tomorrow."

"Think of my lifelong sorrow," Azul pulled her closer to him and the two started to sway to the soft jazz music playing in the background. "if you disappeared or died."

Grace shook her head at Azul's suaveness that seemed to charm her every time, "At least there will be plenty implied."

"Baby, It's cold outside," Azul said wrapping her into a warm embrace that finally made her throw in the towel.

"All right, you win this round," She went onto her toes and pressed her lips against his.

"You were very persistent," Azul complemented, "More than usual even."

Grace giggled and shrugged, "What can I say, I like to be a difficult shrimpy."

"And that is why I love you," The two fell into the couch giggling and cuddling late into the frigged Yule evening.

Rook x Eira: "The Nutcracker Suit"

Rook always enjoyed the early winter mornings, watching the sunrise and revealing the newly laid snow and the silence that pierced the air. This particular Yuletide morn, he was surprised by the faint sound of music coming from the practice room around 5 o'clock in the morning.

The faint plucking of piano notes accompanied by violins. He followed the sound to the room where he saw a glorious and rare sight, Eira, his lovely little fox, dancing on point to the classic ballet of the toy soldier and his love. She was so entranced in her dance that she didn't notice the hunter creating up behind her to join in the dance.

She leaped and spun with ease. Her white, fluffy tail followed elegantly. Her White hair was wrapped in a tight bun. Her deep brown eye closed to help encapsulate her into the dance. Rook, of course, knew every step of the famous ballet. He has watched it every year since his boyhood and it still was a Yuletide favorite.

He slipped off his boots and silently creped behind her to join in. He almost had his hand on her waist when she suddenly turned and, with a pointed toe, tendu on eleve that had her looking directly into his eyes.

She signed, breaking the traditional movements of the dance, 'What are you doing here?'

Rook put on his signature smile and spoke back to his mute love, "Watching my lovely Chaton dance in the early morn. Is that a crime?"

'In some kingdoms, yes.' She signed back and went to pause her music. She had on a black leotard and white practice skirt that twirled as she moved.

"Well, mi chaton, here it is not." He came up behind her and watched as she took a few slips of water from her thermos. "Besides, how could I resist the temptations of the toy soldier? It is my favorite ballet of Yule Tide! I have seen it more times than I can count! I can recreate every step of the dance simply from how often I have seen it!"

Eira put down her thermos and smirked, 'Is that a bet?' she signed.

Rook shrugged "Possibly, what are the stakes?" he came closer to his fox, closing the gap in a few strides.

'If I win, your hat' Eira signed.

"What about if I win?" Rook placed his hands on the hips of his love as she thought.

After a second, she signed 'A kiss under the mistletoe.'

Rook smiled and offered his hand, "Well then, Mon Amor, be prepared for the kiss of passion."

With that, the bet was on. Eira restarted the song and took Rook's hand. They got into position, as the music softly began. Once the first notes rang, the pair went into full dancer mode. The Hunter and the Fox mirror the Toy Soldier and his Love step for step. Eira was impressed at her hunter's dancing ability, but she also had a few tricks up her sleeve. She turned in a different direction suddenly, moving the movement to a different part of the room, and Rook smoothly adapted. She added frills to her traditional dance to try and mess him up, but like the good hunter he is, rook quickly shifted and adapted to her movement, matching them to a t. Even in socks, he kept up with the ballerina. The two leaped, spun, lifted, and danced till the song's end, leaving them both with a glow of sweat that was illuminated by the rising sun.

Rook held her close long after the song ended. The Pas Du Deux was complete and Rook smiled at his chaton. He kissed her in the picturesque scene as the sun illuminated them from the back as snow started to gently fall.

Eira returned the kiss and went on point to look into her hunter's eyes. "That does not count as my victory kiss, no mistletoe." He chuckled as rolled her eyes.

'Fine,' she signed, 'But not in class, I don't want to listen to Trien lecture on proper decorum again.'

The Hunter and his Fox shared one more kiss that Yuletide morn before they exited the practice room hand in hand, just like the toy soldier and his love.

#bunnwich winter event 2022 #twst fanfic #twst #twisted wonderland #twst event #the green one that saved yule #twst oc #azul ashengrotto #rook hunt #pomefiore #twst x oc #azulxoc #idia shroud #disney twst #rook x oc #rook hunt x oc #twst headcanons #rook hunt x mc #disney twisted wonderland

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ectoblastfromthepast fanfic review 2022

oh man this was a big writing year. i published more than double what the last eight years on ao3, and i've written probably about an extra 100k that i haven't/cant be published yet. dove into two big phandom events this year (phic phight and invisobang) and wrote almost 90k for each. got burnt out from those and struggled to finish the year strong, but was able to post some stuff in december anyway!

Fic Count: 42 new, 1 carried over Overall Word Count: 369,436 Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Wynonna Earp and Charmed (crossovers with DP), Percy Jackson, and Bones

1. totally worth it

Fandom: Percy Jackson Pairing: Percy/Annabeth (Percabeth) Rating: G Total Word Count: 171 words Completion Date: 03-09-2022 Notes: I wrote this when i was working on fluff practice for ghost light, and a friend of mine asked for this. first and only PJO fic so far, but it's cute and dumb and i like it a lot. this is the shortest thing i wrote this year!

2. it never hurt like this before (and now it's too late to lie)

Fandom: Bones (2005) Pairing: Temperance Brennan & Angela Montenegro Rating: G Total Word Count: 862 words Completion Date: 03-07-2022 Notes: Also a first and only for this fandom. Rewatched the show, and there's an episode where Bones, the MC, sees too much of herself in their case and it kinda fucks her up. She tells her partner, Booth, she loves him. But he's already in a relationship, so he gently turns her down. the episode ends with her leaving and crying, and i wanted her to have some catharsis. the idea stuck with me and i wrote it pretty much in one sitting.

Danny Phantom Works (under the cut because... well... y'all know lmao)

3. when you sneeze so hard you accidentally half-die in front of your boyfriend for the first time

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar (OC) Rating: G Total Word Count: 297 words Completion Date: 05-02-2022 Notes: I was in the midst of allergy season and i was very angry abt it so i took it out on my blorbos lmao my original end fic note: "but no literally im posting this waiting on my inhaler for my allergies by my entire state is trying to kill me. fuck kentucky, fuck maple trees in particular, and fuck myalgic encephalomyelitis 😭 there's so much pollen on my car 😭😭😭"

4. something's not quite right...

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 501 words Completion Date: 10-04-2022 Notes: This is an Ectober prompt fill, and it fills in a chronological gap leading up to my invisobang. I had a lot of fun writing CW's pov and in present tense, something i don't do often.

5. second death by allergy attack

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 1,024 words Completion Date: 10-22-2022 Notes: I promise i wasn't still having allergy issues by this point lmao this is an ancient wip i had that i started back in my early fandom days but never finished. the idea is gone, my notes are incomprehensible, so i cleaned it up and posted what i had! it's a non-au work, one of very few i posted this year

6. sin fransisco (dp x charmed)

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: Teen Total Word Count: 1,107 words Completion Date: Started 06-17-2022, WIP Notes: This fic I started bc I'd been toying with a Charmed/AU crossover for a while (still angling for a buffy one...) and the Charmed episode of the same title proved the perfect opportunity. had to figure shit out and it's been stalled in limbo as more important/deadline sensitive fics came to the forefront. I have another 2k written, but it's not ready for publishing

7. teach me how to fight

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: Teen Total Word Count: 1,206 words Completion Date: 10-05-2022 Notes: Another Ectober prompt fill, this one is a really cute fighting practice between Danny and Teo after the events of Invisobang. Surprisingly stayed very SFW, even though this could easily stray into NSFW territory lmao

8. love at first fight

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom (Pitch Pearl) Rating: G Total Word Count: 1,244 words Completion Date: 09-21-2022 Notes: This is a pitch pearl coffee shop enemies to lovers au that i started with Trance and Emeralds it has been SO MUCH FUN. i love this fic. this is the meet cute in the Perky Beans Cafe AU

9. the last night of sadness (it was clear he couldn't go on)

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 1,441 words Completion Date: 10-06-2022 Notes: JOAN MY BELOVED i wrote this fic for Ectober, it's an outsider POV for my invisobang with an OC i created. she's a medium that isn't aware of that, and she and danny become friends later on. it's very good and emotional, and the writing style was a lot more fun to mess around with in something that wasn't majorly important to the AU but still fun to write

10. one... two... wait, how many are there?

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: G Total Word Count: 1,608 words Completion Date: 04-30-2022 Notes: PHIC PHIGHT BABEY. i woke up on the last day of phight with this idea in my head. it's little, and it's mostly just filler in around the series, but i love it so much. dan is babey

11. walk the white line at midnight (dp x wynonna earp)

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom (Pitch Pearl) Rating: G Total Word Count: 1,667 words Completion Date: 09-10-2022 Notes: another pitch pearl fic based on my favorite other show wynonna earp. danny is wynonna, and phantom is doc holliday. i want to do more with this au but it takes time to translate it and mix the two

12. you’re the best thing to happen to me

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: G Total Word Count: 1,780 words Completion Date: 11-22-2022 Notes: i wrote this as a tumblr prompt i think a year before i published this as fluff practice. then i realized i could actually make it fit properly in the au and brushed it off and dusted it up so it was suitable for the AU. it's very cute

13. hold onto me

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: G Total Word Count: 1,793 words Completion Date: 10-02-2022 Notes: this is a shiptember prompt and it was basically an excuse to write danny taking care of mateo. i write a lot of mateo taking care of danny, and i decided it was time to turn the tables.

14. with every sin, i still wanna be holy

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 1,926 words Completion Date: 12-16-2022 Notes: This one is a set of notes, no actual prose, that Dan sends to the people he wants to make amends to. It also has pictures on the notes that I've drawn in addition to the writing

15. by all means i'm gettin' mad (that don't mean i don't feel sorry for you)

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 2,288 words Completion Date: 10-10-2022 Notes: Another Dan fic, where Danny goes to talk to him about his sentence post-invisobang, and the tenuous relationship they start to build. I loved writing this one, I love Dan 💖

16. feed the boy (like and subscribe!)

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 2,663 words Completion Date: 04-21-2022 Notes: Phic Phight! Danny has to eat fear, and they find a fun way to do it. Involves pranking Wes and teenage shenanigans, which are always the best

17. my resistance was once much stronger (i can't go on like this much longer)

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: G Total Word Count: 2,694 words Completion Date: Started 10-23-2022, WIP Notes: this is one of the last pieces for the "this is the road to ruin" arc, the last big one. i'm very very excited to finish this

18. heaven's grief brings hell's reign

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo AguilarRating: T (eventually E) Total Word Count: 2,860 words Completion Date: Started 09-25-2022, WIP Notes: This fic has been fighting me forever, I wanted to finish it before the year was up but I did not. It's the smut. Soft smut is not my forte apparently

19. see the lightning in your eyes

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 2,964 words Completion Date: 04-27-2022 Notes: a phic phight prompt i LOVE. lost time my beloved 💖

20. you better promise me i'll be back in time

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 2,990 words Completion Date: Started 04-27-2022, WIP Notes: another phic phight, and this is one i'm so eager to continue. i've started chapter two, i just haven't finished it yet!

21. morning adrenaline rush

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T Total Word Count: 3,397 words Completion Date: 09-05-2022 Notes: A continuation of "i'm not okay (i promise)" that didn't fit in the story but I wanted to tell so badly

22. i tried hard to make it inside your arms alive

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T Total Word Count: 4,050 words Completion Date: 10-14-2022 Notes: ohhhhhh this one is so good. it's mateo's pov of what happens in "this is the road to ruin" at the end and... man. it's hard. it's very emo and i love it. good angst.

23. does anyone in this house knock?!

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 4,156 words Completion Date: 04-21-2022 Notes: a lovely Good Fenton Parents fic post-reveal from Phic Phight. i love this fic so much. the first one is soft and sad and sweet, and the second one is funny and sweet

24. new kinds of firsts

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T Total Word Count: 4,387 words Completion Date: 09-27-2022 Notes: Writing Danny and Mateo's first date after everything theyve been through was so much fucking fun. They're so cute and stupid, i love them

25. decaf to fenton, we have a problem

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: G Total Word Count: 4,599 words Completion Date: 04-30-2022 Notes: I recently reread this fic from Phight and oh man. oh man it's good. and so funny.

26. sore loser

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: E Total Word Count: 5,024 words Completion Date: 09-30-2022 Notes: this is purely indulgent smut with zero plot whatsoever. i'm very proud of it. it's the first kinky thing i've posted which took a lot of courage. i worked on it for months before finally posting

27. four years, that's all you've got to endure

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 5,118 words Completion Date: 02-12-2022 Notes: Swore to the gods I wrote this in 2021... turns out i did not! i want to do more high school shenanigans with danny and the gang, but i gotta think up some first...

28. slip through my fingers

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom (Pitch Pearl) Rating: G Total Word Count: 6,356 words Completion Date: 11-20-2022 Notes: part three of the coffee shop au!! i love this one so much. the chase??? gods, i love that trope. i really need to finish the next part of this...

29. a christmas surprise

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T Total Word Count: 6,447 words Completion Date: Started 12-26-2022, WIPNotes: I am literally the worst at finishing holiday fics on time. a hallmark ghost light au i have YET to complete.

30. in the shadow of your heart

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T Total Word Count: 6,609 words Completion Date: Started 06-18-2022, WIP Notes: This is a self-indulgent Atlantis au i have also yet to finish. me?? starting fics i never finish??? neverrrr

31. when the nightmare fades

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T 2022 Word Count: 6,105 words Total Word Count: 7,014 words Completion Date: 05-26-2022 Notes: I started this way back in like. november of '21, when i started the series. but it took me six more months for canon to catch up so i could finish it. and the last three chapters changed so drastically from beginning to end... man. it feels like it took forever, but i really only took six months??? wild

32. longer than the song of the whippoorwill

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: E Total Word Count: 7,244 words Completion Date: 07-27-2022 Notes: this is the first smut of the series!! my favorite bookmark comment on the series actually relates to this one. its something like "the tags say there is pornfic. i do not see it. maybe ao3 is bugging. EDIT 7/27: FOUND IT!" it cracks me up every time. do they enjoy the pornfic or are they enraged??? i will never know also it's got actual plot in it so i was more comfortable posting it first than say... sore loser that has 0 plot and is literally just smutty

33. nine and a half lives

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: G Total Word Count: 8,804 words Completion Date: 04-18-2022 Notes: THIS IS MY FAVORITE PHIC PHIGHT PROMPT EVER. KITTEN!DANNY. WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THAT (wait i thInk it was catmiint. my beloved.) IS THE BEST. IT ALSO HAS DOOFENSCHMIRTZ IN IT BECAUSE I COULDNT HELP MYSELF (yes u read that correctly. THAT doofenschmirtz)

34. against doctor's orders

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T Total Word Count: 9,976 words Completion Date: 07-14-2022 Notes: I also really love this one. kinda plot-adjacent but mostly Relationship Stuff, talking and smooching. it's great. i get to flesh out my other OCs too which is fun

35. i fought you for so long (i should have let you in)

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Valerie Gray Rating: G Total Word Count: 11,740 words Completion Date: 04-07-2022 Notes: What's this?! a gray ghost fic?! yeah, its a phic phight prompt and i love it. its got some great textures, and it was a lot of fun to write in val's pov for a little bit

36. such a big, big world (and only the tools to deal with a tiny portion of it)

Pairing: None (hints at Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: G Total Word Count: 11,809 words Completion Date: 04-30-2022 Notes: big thanks to bib again for this title, it's literally one of my favorites. this whole thing is great, it's mostly the OCs talking about danny and his weirdness in the early school months. did i use phic phight to flesh out my au a little more?? yes, yes i did (and i'm sure annoyed people endlessly. oh well.)

37. hey, dad, look at me, did i grow up according to plan?

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 11,847 words Completion Date: 04-18-2022 Notes: good (learning) parents fenton!! this follows immediately after my version of phantom planet where danny only reveals himself to his parents, and this is their reactions. the kitchen chapter is my favorite.

38. wait til the day you finally see (i've been here waiting patiently)

Pairing: Danny Fenton/OC Tony, Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T Total Word Count: 11,958 words Completion Date: 10-23-2022 Notes: *vibrates out of my chair* this one is a whim fic (yes almost all 12k) bc of a weird throwaway line in an earlier fic and i couldnt help but make mateo a little jealous of tony. and then proceed to write 12, angsty, angsty k about it. that last chapter is so fucking good, yall can thank dream_trance for that one. its one of his ideas given extra spicy life

39. and they were history project partners

Pairing: None Rating: G Total Word Count: 17,278 words Completion Date: 04-30-2022 Notes: (i finished so many phics 4-30...) Dunno what it was about phic phight but I think i wrote two wes-related fics??? i either wrote Srs fics or Meme Fics, it seems. (wes is always a meme) but this one is one of my best. i also have a UFS version planned for. eventually. maybe.

40. quit telling everyone i'm (permanently) dead!

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: M Total Word Count: 23,607 words Completion Date: Started , WIP Notes: I AM SO MAD I DIDN'T FINISH THIS ONE BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR. listen. i worked my ass off. but then the boys decided on drama, and then i went back to work.... i'm almost done though. only an extra 6k hanging around........ :sob:

41. it's just another day without you (and i can't sleep)

Pairing: eventual Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T Total Word Count: 37,175 words Completion Date: 01-29-2022 Notes: i'm SUPER proud of this one, especially because i fucked around with narrative stuff, but i think its too subtle to be noticeable... still love it tho.

42. i'm not okay (i promise)

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: T Total Word Count: 38,838 words Completion Date: 05-08-2022 Notes: another proud baby. the culmination (kind of) of months of planning and many, many rewrites. i think i was working on this one in tandem with phic phight, actually...

43. this is the road to ruin (and we started at the end)

Pairing: Danny Fenton/Mateo Aguilar Rating: M Total Word Count: 88,917 words Completion Date: Notes: …my four biggest works can literally be summed up "i cause danny and mateo excessive amounts of angst and pain for fun." MY INVISOBANG. MY BELOVED. LOOK AT IT. I SPENT ALMOST NINE MONTHS ON THIS FUCKER. IT IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. I CAN SCREAM ABOUT THIS FOREVER. LOOK AT THAT WORD COUNT. literally one of the first fics i thought of for the au, and i posted it over a year later. (got the idea in sept. '21, i finished publishing like... two days shy of an exact year.)

Man... this last year was a WILD writing year. and this is just what i published. y'all should see my wips.

#danny phantom #fanfic review 2022 #fanfic review #kind of an ask/tag game but not really #yes it took me three days to do this LEAVE ME ALONE

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directlyat-thesun-moved · 1 year

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The Saga of Dex’s Abilities

This is for the KOTLC 2022 Secret Santa set up by @song-tam, and written for @you-have-been-frizzled. Sorry it’s late, hope you enjoy!

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Juline walked down the stairs of Rimeshire with a huge grin on her face. “Babe,” she called down to Kesler, “I have amazing news.”

Kesler walked to the bottom of the staircase to greet her. “What is it, love?”

Juline hesitated, and Kesler could swear he could hear her heart pounding as she told him, “I’m pregnant.”

“That’s amazing!” Kesler cried, smiling as wide as his wife now. When he realized she didn’t share his enthusiasm, though, he paused and turned back towards her. “Why aren’t you as excited as me?”

She shrugged. “I’m worried, Kes. You’re talentless… what if this kid ends up talentless too?”

“They won’t,” he assured her. “Our child will be perfect and talented. I promise.”

Juline blinked back a tear. “You can’t promise that. And besides, we’re a bad match. If we have a talentless kid, people are going to blame it on us and continue to enforce the stupid matchmaking system.”

Kesler shook his head. “Jules-“

“And what about the kid?” She continued, not listening to her husband. “They’ll have such a hard time with us as parents. Even if they do manifest and get into Foxfire, their parents will still be a bad match. Their father will still work at Slurps and Burps and not in the government - no offense. They’ll probably have no friends, and be alienated, and-“

“Juline.” Kesler interrupted. “Stop.”

She stopped to turn and look at him, a few stray tears running down her face.

“No matter what, this child is going to have two parents who love them. This child will have two parents who support them. This child will have a wonderful mother who will help her child every step of the way, and that’s more than some people have. Do you understand?”

Juline nodded and hugged her husband tight. “I love you,” she muttered, her now-constant tears falling onto his tunic.

“I love you too,” Kesler replied, “and I love this kid. We are going to give them the best life possible.”

~~~~~

When Dex was born, Kesler and Juline took him to see Councillor Terik. "Is he too young?" Juline asked. "Can you see if he'll manifest?" Terik shrugged. "He's so young that I don't know what will happen, but I can try." The Councillor held the infant's hand and was silent for a while. Kesler and Juline sat there, gripping each other's hands in anticipation. Finally, Terik looked up at them. "It may be too early to tell, but he should manifest." The proud parents hugged each other. "Do you see what this means?" Kesler practically squealed. "Not just for us, but for society? If baby Dex manifests, that'll show the world that bad matches can still have successful kids!" Juline nodded, eyes wide. "We did it, babe. We made a little tiny elf of our own that'll probably manifest!" "Just remember," Terik warned, "There's no guarantee of anything."

~~~~~

"Still nothing?" Juline asked.

Dex shook his head, dropping his schoolbag on the floor. "We checked for frosting in ability detecting today. Guess I'm not like you." He walked upstairs to his bedroom, barely holding back tears.

"Jules," Kesler said gently, "Don't you think you're putting too much pressure on him to manifest? Look at him. He's up there crying in his room right now. I know you're worried, but you need to remind him that manifesting isn't the most important thing in the world."

She sighed. "You're right. It's just so stressful, with all of his friends manifesting while he's still stuck in ability detecting. The triplets relentlessly tease him about it now, and I think they don't realize how much it affects him. Can you get started on dinner while I talk to him?"

Kesler nodded. "Of course, babe."

Juline made her way upstairs to Dex's room and knocked on the door. "Dex? May I come in?"

A few seconds later, he appeared at the door, face stained by tears. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"Dex, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for," she assured him. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I never meant to make you feel like you had to be like me or that you had to manifest. I don't say it enough, but abilities or no abilities, I love you just the way you are. You're perfect, okay?"

Dex nodded. "Love you."

"Love you too," Juline replied, smiling.

~~~~~

When Dex opened the door of Rimeshire, he was smiling wider than either Juline or Kesler had ever seen before.

"Dex?" Kesler asked. "What happened?"

"I manifested!" he exclaimed.

Juline's mouth dropped open. "What's your ability?"

"I'm a technopath!"

Both Juline and Kesler walked up and hugged their son. "I'm so proud of you," Juline said. "I'm so, so proud of you."

#kotlc secret santa 2022 #kotlc #keeper of the lost cites #kesler dizznee #juline dizznee #dex dizznee

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staticspaces · 3 days

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Live(In) the Life

Check out the video for the full tour!!

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Let's start off this brand new location by taking a look at the live-in quarters of this abandoned house!!

With half of the new development already completed, this area is going through a huge transformation and will never look the same!

Bill would later pass away, shortly after his wife Christine.

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hawkeykirsah · 1 year

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I posted 7,617 times in 2022

That's 2,302 more posts than 2021!

142 posts created (2%)

7,475 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@glimmerglanger

@lttrsfrmlnrrgby

@wrennette

@thetorontokid

@mid-nighttiger

I tagged 7,347 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#fan art - 2,580 posts

#obi-wan kenobi - 1,450 posts

#art - 1,416 posts

#star wars - 1,320 posts

#star wars: the clone wars - 1,076 posts

#mass effect - 743 posts

#codywan - 668 posts

#cody - 585 posts

#commander cody - 569 posts

#photography - 549 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#ambiguous relationships are here for the win eyyyy. are they dating? are they married? are they friends? are they qpp? we still don't know.

My Top Posts in 2022:

snippet sunday

Have some more alphas-act-like-bowerbirds A/B/O Codywan AU.

“Sir,” Waxer continued hesitantly, “have you, ah, considered looking for something other than flowers to give the General?”

He snapped his eyes back at his ARF trooper.

Waxer straightened, holding his gaze, and pressed onward, “The rocks here, they shimmer. Perhaps the General would appreciate a rock sample? I swear, Cody, he was talking to some of the shinies about its mineral composition a few minutes ago when I walked by. And who knows, it could even be useful as a flimsi weight. If we had flimsi.”

That… wasn’t the worst idea.

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snippet sunday

Another alphas-act-like-bowerbirds A/B/O Codywan AU snippet! This fic has been fighting me lately, though that may have also had to do with both my kids being sick over the course of a week and then coming down with a nasty cold myself.

Perhaps, Obi-Wan thought, blowing on the steaming mug of tea in his hands, he should talk to Cody about this… situation. The flowers and little trinkets were one thing but telling him to sit down and let him work had been pure Alpha behavior. But, he reminded himself, he shouldn’t read too much into it. It would almost certainly pass.

His gaze fell on his tent—and the man standing in front of it, regarding his work with a content expression. Obi-Wan blew out a slow breath. Surely it wouldn't hurt to show a little gratitude; he was quite grateful for the chance to get a warm drink.

“Thank you, Cody,” he said, stepping closer.

Cody turned to face him, gaze open and warm, “Sir, do you like it?”

“I—yes, thank you, Cody. It looks,” he glanced at the tent, built up with military precision, any stray rocks or branches cleared meticulously from the site, “perfect, Commander.”

He couldn’t help but notice the pleased flush spreading on Cody’s face at his words, his eyes alight with satisfaction.

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psa: if you don’t like a character, nobody’s forcing you to write them

119 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

Another snippet request! I'd love to see how Obi-Wan meeting Cody's (exponentially larger) family went!

Well, this took a little longer than expected but it also turned out a bit longer. Thank you so much for the prompt, Adi! I hope you enjoy it!

They pulled into the car pool lot mid-afternoon. Cody stifled a groan when he saw a familiar sedan parked in Rex’ preferred parking spot, some of his brothers lingering around it and making their way over before Obi-Wan had turned off the engine.

Cody gave him an apologetic look, grimacing when he saw Fives downright bouncing toward them with a shit-eating grin on his face, “Looks like you’ll get to have the dubious pleasure of meeting some of my brothers right now already. Whatever they say or do, I apologize for them in advance.”

Obi-Wan laughed softly, jotting down the last entry in the van’s travel log, “Well, let’s not keep them waiting, babe.”

By the time they got their bags out of the back of the van his brothers were there, all three of them shooting obvious glances at Obi-Wan. “Obi-Wan,” Cody said, before any of them could say anything, “meet Rex, Fives, and Echo.”

“My pleasure,” Obi-Wan said, smiling easily and shaking everyone’s hands before softly touching the small of Cody’s back and saying in a low voice, “There’s Agen. I’ll be right back.” Cody simply nodded, aware of Obi-Wan moving off to finish the handover while his brothers crowded closer.

“So that’s Obi-Wan, huh?” Rex said, staring over Cody’s shoulder, eyebrow raised. “I mean, he’s not bad looking but—.”

“We heard you have a massive crush on him,” Fives put in helpfully. “Rexy said you couldn’t even focus on simple convos because you were busy drooling over this guy. Wolffe and Fox are both pissed that they have to work and can’t see the dude.”

Cody shot Rex an unimpressed look. “Fuck sake,” he muttered, shouldering his bag and heading for his car. His brothers followed.

Rex grinned, “Well? How’s that crush coming along?”

“We’re well past that,” Cody said drily, unlocking his truck and tossing the bag inside. That brought all three of his brothers up short.

“What do you mean, well past that?” Echo asked.

“Exactly what I said,” Cody replied, smirking. “I hope you guys weren’t planning to follow me home, I have plans.”

Rex’s eyebrows climbed higher, “Plans? Yeah, mom and dad are expecting you for dinner, you didn’t forget about that, did you? Family cookout and all?”

Cody froze. He had forgotten. Fuck.

He shot a look over at Obi-Wan, now at his bike, stowing away his things in the saddlebags. He looked up and caught Cody’s gaze, mouth quirking to grin before sauntering back toward them, helmet tucked under his arm. “Give me a sec,” Cody said and set off to meet him, ignoring his brothers’ snickering.

Cody had hoped for Obi-Wan to follow Cody to his place and then spend a nice evening there. Maybe get some take-out, watch a movie and, ideally, get Obi-Wan spread out in his bed. He felt all prickly along his shoulders as he explained the situation, very aware of Rex, Fives, and Echo lingering by his car, watching.

“Are you really sure? We can put off our evening in until tomorrow, if you prefer,” Obi-Wan said, a small furrow between his brows, after Cody suggested he come along. “I don’t want to impose.”

“You won’t be,” Cody replied. “I want to spend the evening with you and, honestly, I think if I don’t bring you along my siblings might murder me. Seems like Rex has been talking us up.”

Obi-Wan laughed softly. “Well,” he said, eyes glinting with humor, “I don’t want to be responsible for fratricide and I am rather fond of you, so I guess I’ll come along.”

“Fucker,” Cody grumbled goodnaturedly. “I’ll pick you up at five? Or do you want to freshen up at mine?”

“We’ll be late if we do that,” Obi-Wan pointed out, grinning slightly, which was probably true. “Five sounds good,” he continued, brushing a kiss to his lips—Cody ignored the wolf whistles from behind—, and then waved at the others before walking back to his bike, putting his helmet on on the way. Cody took another moment to watch him swing himself on the bike and drive off before going back to deal with his brothers.

They were, unsurprisingly, the last ones to pull up in front of the house. It wasn’t large, really, considering how many of them there were; perhaps even smaller than the house Obi-Wan had grown up in. Nowadays it had a lot of empty rooms with only his parents and the youngest set of twins living there, except when Gregor was home on leave.

The front door opened and Cody’s mother stepped onto the porch, pressing a kiss to his forehead and enveloping him in a hug the moment he reached the top of the steps. “I’m glad you’re home safe again,” she said, ignoring his protests that there was nothing to worry about, and turned her attention to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, Cody noted, had his most charming smile on his face as he stretched out a hand in greeting, the salad he’d quickly thrown together while waiting for Cody to pick him up tucked under his other arm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. I’m Obi-Wan.”

She shot an amused glance at Cody, taking the proffered hand and pulling Obi-Wan into a light embrace before ushering them through the door. “Hello, Obi-Wan. Please, just Lori is fine. Come in, both of you. Everybody else is in the backyard already.”

“Of course, Lori. I hope this is okay?” Obi-Wan asked, holding out the covered salad bowl. “It’s just a simple Greek salad.”

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127 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

what is it with cody stans wanting him to punch obi-wan in a so-called codywan setting? who thinks it's okay or funny or in any way acceptable to wish physical harm upon a partner (romantic or otherwise)? lbr, if someone were to say the opposite you'd hear the cries of rage from the far corners of the internet, but this way around is acceptable? fuck all the way off

152 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #I have no recollection of writing that long tag

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