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craycraybluejay · 2 months
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Just past 3.1K words in my Angel Dust fic and counting
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#angel dust#fic writer#ao3 writer#mrblackhaironthestreet#gods you guys are gonna either hate or love this#its a songfic (or songfic adjacent) that explores just. lots of stuff#drawing from personal experience as well as character reference and firsthand reports of similar things that go on in the fic#also occasionally referencing my drug knowledge cuz this fic is def pretty personal for me and i think its good to stay informed if u or#anyone you know uses. chances are theres at least 1 person you know who gets high. obv the fic isn't really psa material about harm#reduction but i squeeze some fun facts in there that you'd only really know if you went looking#and usually you only go looking for those facts if you need them and have used are using or plan to use#i once had to look up how to reverse an acetaminophen overdose. yeah. not my proudest moment#but the good part is that i sought out how to help myself instead of panicking and i think that being more informed can help others not#panic when shit goes wrong cuz eventually it will#knowledge is power. if ur in the scene u should know the ins and outs of it#same w any other scene like idk rock climbing where u know the shorthand 4 things and tricks and how to save urself if something fails#a LOT of hobbies involve risk even serious risk not just drug use#drug use is hella stigmatized tho so we only ever talk about how risky and self-abusing it is#there is no one too far gone to deserve help or at least some friendly advice#idk just. pls stay safe ily guys#and uh i hope u like my fic when i post it
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paper-mario-wiki · 7 months
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hey, can I ask you for some advice? sorry if this is uncalled for or you just can't answer this, I understand if so
how did you work up the courage to actually get to HRT so fast? I've found out I was a trans woman around when I was 15 and im about to have my 23rd birthday, and due to my financial/working/academic/housing (I live w my fairly conservative parents) situation it does not look like it's in the cards for me any time soon. but also I feel like I should just try to find a way and try to start out ASAP, for the sake of my own happiness. but also im afraid of whatll happen if things go Topsy turvy and I need housing from a family that thinks I'm a freak. how did you do it? again, apologies if this ask feels unwarranted or to big to ask to "Funny lady play tf2 dot blog", but I'm fine if this doesn't see an answer
First of all, I don't have insurance, so keep in mind that I did it out of pocket (note: I am broke).
I used Zocdoc (America only, sorry) to find a hormone therapy consultation, went to that appointment, and they referred me to an endocrinologist. After I got some blood tests done, I got prescribed a 30 day supply of sublingual Estradiol for about $16, again, without insurance. Now, this is of course in Biden's Seattle so it might not be as easy where you are. But at least for me, the process from booking the first appointment, all the way to taking the first pill was about half a month, because I got lucky finding a doctor. During covid, according to my endocrinologist, there was a HUGE explosion of people wanting to medically transition, so a very common thing I've heard is that a lot of doctors are booked out for months. I was lucky enough to get this appointment on Sep 1st, because the next person available in my area wouldnt have gotten me in until November.
Critically, here's my main piece of advice: You can't start until you take the first real action towards accomplishing it outside of your head. You can think, and plan, and crystalize how great it would be if it happened, but you have to actually make the first step and google "HRT doctors in my area", and schedule an appointment. To do it, you must first do it. This goes for many things in life. Simply starting the processes instead of keeping them in my head had me accomplishing many things I never thought I actually would, like starting HRT, going to university in Japan, and moving to Seattle.
Many people like me, including maybe you, are really good at getting in your own head and thinking of every possible way something could go wrong, or could be denied to you. And you get so tied up in the reasoning that you forget about the Doing. To the best of your ability, try to stop thinking, and just start doing. Anything. Choose to do something that you have wanted to for a while. Just one thing. Doesn't have to be buying a plane ticket to France, or confessing a huge secret, maybe start with that thought you had the other day of "ya know I bet pottery on those big goofy wheels is fun" and google 'pottery wheels near me' and see where it takes you. It's easier than you'd think to try. And who knows, at the end of this process maybe you'll have a beautiful vase. Or, even better, a vase with a personality, flaws, and a new hobby that you're excited to get better at.
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idyllic-ghost · 2 years
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just ask; wonwoo x fem!reader
request: hi, is it possible for you to write a wonwoo smut? pairing fem reader and gamer boyfriend wonwoo? ofc fine if not, but ty if u do! &lt;3
synopsis: you're not very good at asking for things, especially not of the sexual kind. but maybe you can be driven to a point where you simply have to ask.
a/n: hiiii this took super long to write bc i got a mini-writers-block in the middle of it. i'm sorry if it feels super awkward at some points.
cw: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), begging, praise, use of pet names
genre: smut, established relationship
word count: 4.2k
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Wonwoo wasn't a neglectful boyfriend. In fact, he spent a lot of his attention on you. He enjoyed spending time with you, doting on you, buying you gifts, and doing anything else you would love for your boyfriend to do. But Wonwoo also has other interests, like any ordinary human person. That isn't your problem, per se. You liked that he had other hobbies, that you could be two individuals who weren't constantly dependent on one another... but right now, you felt a bit dependent on him.
No, Wonwoo wasn't a neglectful boyfriend, but right now, he was neglecting you - even if it was unintentional. While you were withering away on the bed, he was in your shared office where he had put up his gaming set-up. You loved that he played with his friends, and it was good that he interacted with people - is what you kept repeating in your head while you tried to suppress that static feeling rippling up in your lower stomach. You were immensely horny because of an event this morning, which Wonwoo had somehow completely forgotten about.
Your eyes had fluttered open to see him sleeping beside you. His bare, broad chest was on display for you, as the covers were only dragged up to the middle of his torse. There was only one thought in your brain as you reached out your hand to touch him. In his tired, still half-asleep state, he brought you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck.
"Good morning, love." His voice was raspy, it made you feel dizzy.
Your fingers went to the nape of his neck, from where they then traveled to his hair. A content sigh escaped your lips as Wonwoo placed soft kisses all over your neck.
"Is my baby feeling a bit needy today?" He laughed lazily as you tried to press yourself closer to him.
"Mhm..." you hummed. "You look so good, so, how could I resist?"
He looked up at you, squinting ever so slightly because he still hadn't gotten his glasses from the nightstand, and gave you a tired smile. It was his thanks for the compliment.
"I'm sorry, love, I really have to leave as soon as possible." He shifted around in bed before he sat up.
Before you could start whining and complaining, Wonwoo pressed a kiss on your cheek. You watched him put on his glasses and walk over to the dresser to find some clothes for the day.
"I promise that I'll give you some extra attention when I get home tonight, okay?" he said when he saw your disappointed expression.
"I'll keep you to that," you said and went back to sleep.
You hadn't kept him to it. Wonwoo came home, the two of you ate dinner together, and you said you wanted to go to bed. He just kissed your cheek and said goodnight. It left you confused and somewhat irritated, but he couldn't exactly read your mind - so how could you blame him? You had trouble with telling him what you wanted. It felt embarrassing to admit having needs, for some odd reason. While it was something that you both had actively worked on, you hadn't ever initiated something on your own. He always had to encourage you to tell him what it was you needed. It was fun to have him tease you and lead you to say what you wanted, but you still felt embarrassed to ask for something so out of the blue.
Which is why you were walking back and forth in front of the office door. Blue light streamed out of the crack in the door, and you could hear Wonwoo talking into his headset. His voice was low and raspy, just like this morning, and it definitely didn't help your state of mind. Your fingers gripped at the hem of the shirt you were wearing. It was Wonwoo's shirt, one that you had stolen from his wardrobe earlier this evening. You had wanted to be bold, so you were only wearing a pair of black, lacy panties underneath - which you knew were his favorite of yours - but now you were regretting it. Maybe it was a dumb idea, maybe you should just go to bed. But you wouldn't be able to sleep much if you went to bed now.
"Baby? Is that you?" You heard Wonwoo call out for you.
You peeked your head through the door after opening it ever so slightly. His eyes met yours. He looked tired, but he was still smiling warmly at you.
"Thought I heard someone outside..." he muttered and motioned for you to come in. "You can sit with me if you can't sleep."
Usually, it would be precisely what you needed - but not right now. You didn't say a word. Instead, you just went to sit by your desk. Wonwoo turned his gaming chair around to look at you, looking a bit confused. As if it were the most obvious thing ever, he patted his lap to signal for you to sit there instead. Your office chair was safe. There, you could wriggle around uncomfortably as you watched Wonwoo tap away at his keyboard. He would never know that you were struggling if you sat in your chair but, of course, he didn't want you to sit there. Whenever you had trouble sleeping, you would come into the office and sit on his lap. It was your routine, and Wonwoo didn't break routines. Hesitantly, you made your way over to him.
"I don't want to interrupt your game..." you mumbled as an excuse.
"You're not," he said casually. "We're in the waiting lobby right now, and I turned the mic off. I'm just going to play one more round and then I can take you to bed."
His hands were on your waist, pulling you in closer and urging you to sit down on his lap. You knew he loved to have you sit there while he played since he had frequently called you his little blanket. Right now, you weren't his little blanket, you were just his incredibly horny girlfriend, and you just wanted him to see that without any questions asked.
"Come on, baby." He interrupted your racing thoughts. "I really don't mind, okay?"
Of course he would worry about you feeling like you were being clingy. For someone so good at reading people, he really couldn't read you at all. Or maybe he could, and this was all some sort of game. You couldn't think much longer because he pulled you closer and made you sit down. Usually, you would sit with both your legs across his, but now he managed to sit you down in a straddling position. Wonwoo was going to be the death of you.
"There you go, sweetheart," he muttered as he turned his attention back to the game. "I'm turning the mic back on, okay?"
You hummed because that's all you could manage to do. Wonwoo was so close, yet so far away, from where you needed him most. Instinctively, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. After turning on his mic, his hands traveled back to your waist to keep you steady while he adjusted himself in the chair.
"Sorry about that, I just had to take care of something," he said to his friends.
As he adjusted himself, his crotch just barely brushed against your core. You let out a whimper, loud and lewd enough for people to hear and understand what it implied, and pushed yourself deeper into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide it.
"Ugh, don't tell me-" you heard a disgusted voice through his headset followed by many people laughing.
"Wait one more second..." Wonwoo sighed and turned off his headset again.
He gently peeled your head away from him so that he could look at you. Your face was bright red, and it only got worse when you met his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked with a knowing smile.
"I'm fine," you squeaked out.
"Are you sure, baby?" His smile became smugger. "You don't need me to take care of you?"
One of his hands went from your waist to the hem of your shirt to creep up under it. You sighed at his touch, trying to put your head back into the crook of his neck. Wonwoo only pushed you back to keep you looking at him.
"I know you need something..." He sucked in a sharp breath as he took a look at the panties you were wearing. "And you're very clever, but that's not going to fly with me, sweetheart. You know you have to tell me if you want something."
"... could you turn off the game?", you asked.
"Of course, baby." Wonwoo turned his mic back on, "Hey, I have to go... I'm sure you can win the next round without me, right?"
Many complaints were heard through the headset, but Wonwoo only chuckled and started turning everything off. Inside, he was burning up, but he was trying to keep calm in front of you. He wanted you to feel comfortable asking for things, and if he constantly took control, you wouldn't get to practice that. Now you were looking like you were about to explode - and while Wonwoo didn't like that you couldn't ask for things, he definitely enjoyed teasing you about it.
"Turned everything off for you, love," he hummed. "Can you tell me what you want now?"
"I want..." You trailed off and started to play with the neckline of his shirt, to keep yourself distracted.
The room was dark now, the only light coming from outside the office. It acted as a reminder that you hadn't turned off the lights in the bedroom.
"Do you want to go to bed with me?" he asked with faux innocence printed all over his face. "Want me to hold you until you fall asleep, hm?"
Any other day, this would've sounded like a complete dream. Right now, he was just a little bit off the mark.
"Not exactly..." You cleared your throat. "But I do want to go to the bedroom."
"Then let's go."
Wonwoo lifted you up. You let out a yelp and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck to stay stable. He walked through the apartment, and when he got to the bedroom, he put you down on the bed. Wonwoo already knew what you wanted, so it wasn't weird of him to turn off the lights and pull his shirt over his head.
"Can you tell me now, princess?" he asked sweetly as he tossed his shirt to the side.
You were sitting at the edge of the bed, your feet touching the floor. Wonwoo crouched down in front of you, settling himself between your legs and leaning his cheek to the inside of your thigh. He was waiting.
"Well, it's about this morning..." you mumbled, "You promised that you would..."
"Sorry, honey, I can't hear you." He planted a quick kiss on your thigh. "Please speak up for me."
"You kind of... left me hanging this morning," you said as your face turned bright red. "And I tried to just... fix it by myself, but-"
An exasperated sigh escaped your throat and you covered your warm face with your hands. You could hear Wonwoo snickering, and you wanted to shut him up.
"I want you," you said and put your hands back down. "And you said that you would when you got home, but you didn't."
"I'm sorry, love," he said with a heartwarming smile. "Just use your words, and I'll do whatever you ask of me now."
Whatever you ask. That was a big promise.
"Could you kiss me, then?", you smiled at him.
He was very close to starting laughing at you. Out of everything you could've asked for, you wanted a kiss. But it was progress, and he couldn't deny you anything when he had promised to do whatever you asked. So he stood back up, gently pushing you to lie down with your back on the mattress, and took off his glasses. When Wonwoo's lips met yours, you couldn't help but let out a content hum. He was soft and careful, and you wanted just a little more. Your arms wrapped around his neck again to bring him in closer. One of his hands was on your waist, while the other one cupped your face.
"I want more," you murmured against his lips once you got the courage.
"Yeah?" he placed another kiss on the corner of your mouth.
"Mhm..." you hummed as he pressed more kisses down your neck and collarbone area. "Could you... I want you to eat me out."
Wonwoo almost choked on nothing, you had never been quite this forward... but he definitely enjoyed it.
"Anything for you, my love." He grinned and placed a peck on your lips before traveling south down your body.
Your bottom lip slipped between your teeth as his pointer finger slipped under the band of your panties. Wonwoo was back in the position he was in before, crouched in front of you. His finger left the hem of your underwear as he let his thumb graze your clothed core.
"My poor baby..." he cooed as he felt the wet patch on the fabric. "You really got yourself worked up."
"I tried to tell you..." You twitched under him as his thumb accidentally grazed your clit.
Wonwoo's pointer finger was back under the hem of your lingerie, but this time it was to slide them down your legs. A few kisses were placed against inside your thighs while Wonwoo was spreading them apart before you felt him blowing cool air on your pussy.
"Wonwoo..." you whined and wiggled your hips.
"I know, I know, baby..." he said.
When you first felt his tongue on you, a whimper fell out of your mouth, and you instinctively tried to close your legs again. With gentle yet demanding hands, Wonwoo pulled them back apart.
"I have barely done anything, sweetheart." He chuckled almost devilishly. "Stop squirming for me, okay?"
You only nodded because that's all you could muster. As Wonwoo laid his tongue flat against you, your mouth fell open in a silent plea. He kept his ministrations at a steady pace, making you fall into a rhythm of grinding on his tongue. To stop you from moving, Wonwoo put his arm over your hips so that he could start sucking on your clit, pushing your shirt up ever so slightly in the process. Your hands went from gripping the sheets to holding onto Wonwoo's hair, trying to get him closer.
"It feels so good..." you whined in between soft gasps.
It felt like you were flying as if your back was no longer touching the soft sheets on the bed. The static you had previously felt in your stomach started becoming clearer, turning into a coil that was about to snap. You tried to move again, but Wonwoo was holding you in place. Suddenly, he pulled away and replaced his tongue with his fingers, not letting your climax slip away from you.
"Baby, please..." Your voice went hoarse as you whispered out the words in a prayer "... need your tongue..."
"Beg for it." He pressed a few kisses to your thighs.
For the first time in a while, you looked at him. The lower half of his face was covered in your juices, his pupils completely blown out, and his hair a complete wreck from your relentless pulling. There was a familiar look in his eyes, he wanted to make a mess of you.
"Please..." you whimpered as he kept rubbing his fingers on your clit.
"I'll need a little more than that, sweetheart..." He started slowing down the pace of his fingers.
"No, no, no..." you whined. "Please don't slow down... I want you to make me cum, please make me cum."
"Such a good girl," he praised.
And so his lips were back on your clit. The fingers that had previously rubbed at your clit, now covered in your slick, were starting to prod at your hole. As he pushed inside, you let out a loud moan, slapping your hand over your mouth as a reaction. Wonwoo didn't have the time to tell you to make as much noise as you wanted to, as he was all too focused on getting you to reach your orgasm. It was overwhelming, he was everywhere, and all you could feel was him and that damn coil in the pit of your stomach. You pulled on his hair again, and he groaned against you in response, the vibrations of his voice sending you over the edge. As you spasmed and wriggled around, he held you down and let you ride out your orgasm over his face. After you had calmed down, he placed a few kisses along your hips, trailing them up your body and pushing up your shirt in the process.
"Thank you..." you mumbled out in your delirious state.
"You did so well for me, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin. "Help me get this off, yeah?"
With Wonwoo's hand supporting your back, you sat up and pulled off the shirt. When you had thrown it to the side he laid you back down. His kisses didn't stop, his soft lips soothing you as your breath got back to its original rhythm.
"Let's get you comfortable," he said, mostly to himself, as he helped you shuffle up the bed to lay your head against the pillows.
You took his face in your hands and brought him in for a kiss. He smiled against your lips, pulling away just a few seconds later. When you looked up at him, you saw the most beautiful piece of art your eyes had ever had the pleasure to witness. With much effort, you leaned up and placed many pecks all across his face in between giggles. Wonwoo's eyes were shut tight, as he let out a breathy laugh at your behavior.
"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked when you laid back down. "I don't mind if you're too tired to keep going, you know."
You shook your head and gave him a small smile. Everything about this moment made it seem like you were floating on a cloud; the fluffy sheets, the warm feeling in your chest, the high that you were still coming down from, et cetera.
"Words, darling." He chuckled and put his face in the crook of your neck.
"I want you," you said as you drew small patterns on his back. "And I want to keep going."
Wonwoo hummed, confirming that he had heard you, and placed some kisses on your neck and collar bone area. The two of you laid there for a while, relishing in each other's touch and scent. There was no rush to get it over with.
"Talk to me, love.", he said and leaned on his elbows that encapsulated your head, "What do you want me to do?"
"I just want you inside of me...", you whispered out, and when he reached for the bedside table you added, "No condom."
He raised his brows at you, looking for any sort of hesitation in your eyes. There was none.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm on birth control... I started it a few weeks ago, I just forgot to tell you", you assured him, "I want to feel you cum inside me."
"Since when did you become such a dirty girl?", he chuckled and pressed a few more kisses to your jawline, "I don't mind, of course... but keeping secrets from me? That deserves a punishment."
His voice was gentle, his touch even more gentle. It almost felt like a feather lightly tickling your skin as he ran the back of his fingers up and down the skin of your stomach. There was a tightening sensation in your chest as you watched him litter your chest with kisses. Treating you like treasure was Wonwoo's favorite pastime, which is why he loved taking it slow with you. Sometimes he would be rough and mean, but right now he only wanted to make love to you.
"What kind of punishment?", you asked with a satisfied sigh.
He paused and looked at you, slightly confused because he had completely forgotten that he had ever mentioned a punishment. Drunk off of your body, and the aphrodisiac feeling he got from the thought of getting to cum inside you, made his short-term memory foggy.
"Right..." He cleared his throat and you laughed.
"Did you already forget?" you asked between giggles.
"I guess you're too distracting." He chuckled. "Let's forget about punishment, I just want to feel you."
"Sounds good to me.," you hummed.
Your lips met in a beautiful dance, not fighting for power or dominance but instead completely balanced and loving. Without breaking the kiss, Wonwoo tried to take off his sweatpants and underwear. Teeth were clashing as you smiled into the kiss. Eventually, he pulled away from you to rip his unruly clothing off.
"There." He breathed out, "Come here, love."
Crawling over to him, you reconnected your lips before falling back with your back on the bed. His lips moved from your lips to your jaw and down your neck - where he started sucking small purple love bites.
"Wonwoo...", you let out a frustrated breath.
"Just let me take my time, sweetheart.", he pleaded.
"You said I'd get anything I wanted as long as I asked," you said, "... I want you to fuck me already, baby."
His ears didn't deceive him, you had used his words against him. Being an honest man meant that he couldn't back down on his promise, and Wonwoo was an honest man. And as he pushed himself inside you, you felt so satisfyingly full. An utmost sinful prayer of his name left your lips as he started moving. Over and over again you found yourself in a new realm of heaven. Moans slipped past your lips, which he silenced with a kiss. His hands were on either side of your head, holding himself up as he thrusted in a slow yet delicious rhythm. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding him close to you. When he pulled away from your lips he gave you a drunken smile, a way of saying how good he was feeling without the usage of any words.
"Wait, let me just...", he trailed off as he grabbed a pillow.
A whine escaped your lips as he pulled out. What could possibly be so important that he would interrupt this? But as he put the pillow under your hips and pushed back inside you, you knew why he had wanted to do it.
"Feel better?" he asked breathlessly as he started a slightly faster pace.
"That's... very good..." You soughed. "Thank you..."
A few chaste kisses were placed on your shoulder as he continued bringing you to paradise. You hadn't felt this good in a while, and suddenly you were eternally grateful that you finally managed to tell him what you wanted.
"I'm almost there, baby...", he gritted through his teeth, "... want you to cum with me."
At a loss for words, you only nodded. His hand voyaged between your bodies to rub your clit, and you gasped at the new sensation. The coil in your stomach was about to snap for a second time, and you could tell by Wonwoo's sudden erratic thrusts that he was close as well. Feeling his warm seed spilled inside you as he came with a moan of your name sent you over the edge. His body fell on top of yours, and the two of you stayed there for a moment. Your hand gently rubbed his bare back, feeling the soft skin under your fingertips soothing you almost as much as him.
"I love you," he muttered.
"I love you too," you said with a small giggle. "You made me feel so good, honey."
"Yeah?" he turned his head to look at you.
"So good," you reassured him.
He placed a kiss on your cheek in response before he pulled out of you. Quiet groans could be heard through the room as the two of you moved around. Even if he had been very gentle, it almost felt like you were more tired than when he was rough. With sleepy eyes, you looked up at him and lifted your arms to him.
"Carry me, please," you said.
"You can't walk?" he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No... you said you would do whatever I asked.", you grinned at him.
He scoffed, but nevertheless, he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom. You took a shower together, rinsing off your sweaty bodies with cold water. When you got out, he helped dry you up with a fluffy towel and you returned the favor by drying his hair.
"You did very well," he murmured suddenly. "With asking."
"Well, you kind of made me," you chuckled and cupped his face in your hands.
"You still did well." Wonwoo kissed the palm of your hand and grinned. "It was super sexy."
You chortled at his comment and pulled your hands away from his face. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest, where he had easier access to kiss your face. Even with your wriggling and whining, you couldn't escape his strong grip on you, and you could absolutely not escape his tickling pecks... a good thing that you didn't really actually mind.
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queenofcoquette · 7 months
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how to be ‘that girl’ at school
hey loves! i want to talk about being that girl. what it means to be her and how you can be your best self while at school! im gonna give some academic tips, tips on putting out good energy, looking and feeling your best, etc!
how to prepare:
write down your goals for this school year and some things you want to do. since im going to a new school i’ve been thinking about how im going to introduce myself and things like that.
what are your academic goals?
what do you want to do differently this year?
what new thing can you try this year?
what can you improve on this year?
once you know the changes you want to make you need to think about how you’re going to implement these.
academic:
make to-do lists. always keep a calendar and a list of assignments to do, tests to study for, etc. stay up to date with what you need to do.
take notes while in class. always take notes, especially in math and science. in math i always write down formulas and things like that.
do practice outside of school (i use khan academy for math practice, quizlet and quizizz for memorizing for science)
get your work done right when it’s assigned. work on beating procrastination. keep to-do lists and when you have free-time just get your work out of the way.
energy:
take good care of yourself.
be observant. the people you surround yourself with not only subconsciously effect your behavior and your speech habits, but it can also effect whether or not you get into drama. to put it simply- observe how ppl act and if u get the sense that someone’s fake or dramatic, be cautious.
stay out of drama. this is a big one- don’t get involved. don’t tell gossipy ppl how you feel about things, don’t get in the middle of things you don’t need to. put your energy towards academics, sports, hobbies and real friends. i always listen to drama but never comment on it.
if you have a problem with someone- have a private conversation. a big thing is when you have a problem with someone try just talking to them about it, there’s always a chance that they’ll change. maybe they don’t know how they come across. always do that before gossiping.
appearance:
prioritize being healthy on the inside. always work on how you’re eating, drinking enough water, etc. work on your gut health, staying active and taking care of your body. when you do that you immediately look and feel better, because your body is working at it’s best!
just have good hygeine and be clean. so many ppl at school have poor hygeine and its just- disgusting. STAY CLEAN! brush and floss your teeth, wear deodorant, shower, take care of your skin and hair. 
have a good fragrance. this is just a fun one but having a good scent always attracts people. at school i used to get told i smelt really nice and ppl noticed that. (i also shave my arms and legs all the time and wear a ton of lotion so i got known for having “barbie arms”)
wear whatevers comfortable and what YOU like. wear what feels good and what you’re comfortable with. school’s not a fashion show so if you don’t want to dress up you don’t have to, but it’s nice to put a little bit of effort into your look, making sure you look clean and just orderly. im probably picky about this cuz i went to a military school but it’s good to just look a little proper.
overall:
just define what being that girl means to you. for me it’s being my best- being healthy, active, getting good grades and just being kind. find who you want to be and work towards that. remember, progress isn’t linear, and learn from your mistakes. im sure this school year we’ll all learn so many lessons and grow a ton as people! always be open minded to change and observe. you’re already that girl, you just need to take care of yourself and have good habits.
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Okay so, the thing about Boundaries, and why people keep bringing them up over and over again to creators, is I think there's a bit of a desire for what people are doing here to not be weird. Cause like, the creator signed off on it, so like, I'm fine and you can't make fun of me or get mad at me.
And like, I understand the desire to not be made fun of or have people get mad at you, believe me, I know, but I think we have all just gotta accept that what we're doing is— it's a little weird, bro.
Like by definition what fandom is is getting a little too much into your thing. Fan comes from Fanatic. We all saw some block men and we went way too hard with it. And I think that sufficiently viewed from the outside, there is just no way to do any kind of transformational creation and it not be weird to the wrong people.
Like, taking a character and making them miserable? One of the honourable fandom traditions, whether you're whumping them or if you go hard into comfort at the end. For someone entirely outside of fandom, that's just like why are you DOING that, bro, and when you add in the fact that we're using people's real names (well, gamer tags), there's no way for that not to be odd. "The creator said it was okay" is not going to make people go ??? any less. (Let me emphasize that this is fine, it's just like, also, you bring that up on the bus and peope go ????)
Let's look at fluff. You want to write about your characters in a coffee shop au? You want to write about your characters in a cuddly family dynamic, taking care of each other? You want to age down characters and write kid fic where they learn to face the challenges of the world and it's just so cute and you love them so much even if nothing really bad happens? I promise you that my non-fandom parents are gonna be like "why are you spending your time on that" and again, if you throw in the "is this real people" (it isn't, but that is a delicate thing to explain), you're looking at people staring at you in discomprehension and backing away.
Shippy stuff. Again, one of the honourable fandom traditions. You just love your guys and you want to write about how much they love each other (or maybe make it tragic about how only one person can make it out of the cactus ring). You spent all this time thinking about their feelings writing it out. You write out a kiss scene. It makes you flail happily. Most people don't do that! Absolutely fun to do? Yes! Something you can bring up as an ice breaker at the company potluck? Probably not! We are too much into the characters, and that's fine, but it's still gonna look a bit odd from the outside!
Plotty gen. You're writing an entire new story, but you're taking existing characters for it? Like it's original fiction, but you're using existing characters? Why not just write original fiction <I have had this conversation. Oh, you're writing a story about minecraft characters, and they— they get tortured? Like it starts with them being tortured? <also a fun conversation to be in.
I'm mostly thinking about this from the fanfiction side, but art, meta— we are just getting into things way too much. We're spending hours on this stuff. We drew the creators minecraft sonas in maid dresses. There are millions of words of fiction on the archive about every conceivable universe of good/bad things happeing to the characters. It is a primary hobby, where I could be learning piano or paying attention to sports. And I'm not, and like, that's fine.
I am here to tell you that people absolutely might find what we're doing weird, and also it's entirely fine. I just ran a poll about the sexiest minecraft character that got 68k votes on the most voted poll. And then I had to explain that to my doctor to explain why I didn't really have a normal baseline for the past week to compare to. (Doctor visibly thought it was weird but he was also like "you go" because he's a good doctor, but I had to start with explaining minecraft because he knew NOTHING about what I was talking about.) You just gotta accept that fandom is for a small segment of the population, we are all having fun with ourselves, and it's for us, it's not for the general population, and stop trying to make it palatable to people who don't care to understand. People on this site keep saying "racist white boys" and then they don't have the intellectual curiosity to pursue further as to why maybe that's not true, having a boundaries post is not going to make them nicer. It's fine. They're being jerks, we're just having fun.
And like, stop trying to get the creator to sign off on it. Accept that sometimes we're being weird and they can look at it if they want to see the weird fanatics going too hard with the characters. They will tell us if we're doing something they want to stop associating with their name, and up until that point, just accept that what we're doing is weird, and have fun with it.
We're weird.
Be more weird 2k23.
Have fun with it.
I wrote a time travel AU in DMs with a friend last night about a bird man and a minecraft piglin. Not normal. It's FINE.
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Your work is super good! Would it be possible to have the Sfw alphabet for gojo pretty please? Or what he's like when he falls in love and is committed? Whichever you would rather do.
SFW Alphabets For Gojo Satoru ♡
a/n: Thank you Anon for this cute request I really had fun writing this one, I hope you enjoy it <33
Note: I'm working on all the requests so don't worry my loves 🫶🏻🩷
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A: Affection.
( How he shows affection?)
Gojo is openly affectionate, whether in private or public settings, be it during meetings, on the street, or in the presence of his students, colleagues, or even higher-ups. He consistently engages in subtle displays of affection, such as holding hands or loosely wrapping his arms around your shoulder or waist. Indifferent if others are looking, he doesn't mind if your lovey-dovey interactions make others uncomfortable or cringe. Especially at home, he'll latch himself to you as if he were a 6Ft tall koala.
B: Babies.
( Does he want to settle down and start a family?)
Gojo is good with children, he's able of taking care of them financially and never fails in making them laugh with the silly faces he makes. Eventually he likes to get married but he only lives the moment with his partner till both of you are ready to take that step. Satoru doesn't want to rush things concerning kids he would like to have children but that depends on your decision, might also consider adoption if you want kids but don't want to go through pregnancy.
C: Cuddles.
( How does he cuddle you?)
This 6ft giant is definitely the big spoon. Would he crush you with his arms? yes. Would he let go of you once he traps you in his embrace? No. When both of you are cuddling, his strong arms would engulf you and give you all the warmth you need. When he gets home exhausted from work he loves to get babied, he lays his head on your chest, your steady heartbeat soothes him to sleep.
D: Dreams.
(Dreams he wants to achieve with you?)
Gojo is a guy with big dreams, and having a partner makes achieving those dreams even more exciting. He dreams of traveling the world with you, collecting souvenirs from every country and city both of you visit. Probably would make a shelf full of souvenirs collection. Satoru has got a sweet tooth, so he's eager to try the various sweets and pastries from different countries, even planning to make you a sweet tooth too so you can enjoy them together without you complaining that it's too much sugar.
E: Ending.
( What would make him break up with you?)
Cheating is a deal-breaker for him; he would end the relationship immediately. He values himself highly, so if his partner picks someone else, it hurts his dignity and pride. He won't hesitate to break up on the spot and won't give any second chances or even care to listen to explanations or excuses. He sees them as a waste of his precious time and energy. ( who would cheat on Gojo tho🤔? )
F: First Date.
(How did he ask you out? and how it went?)
Confident af yet so laid-back, he'd casually ask you out, assured you won't say no. Being a busy guy, he'd likely do it through a text or call, saying something like, "Hey, wanna go out on date with me? I'll pick you up at 8:00 p.m." Without giving you much chance to respond, you might think it's a simple hangout. Surprise! He takes you to a fancy, high-end restaurant, covering all expenses for your first date and every date thereafter. He's a true gentleman🥹🤌🏻.
G: Gifts.
(What kind of gifts he gives you?)
He likes buying expensive gifts from expensive brands, especially accessories and perfumes, and he does it randomly without occasions, just to spoil you. Spending money on you is like a job for him because he sees it as his duty. However, he doesn't really think about what you might like; instead, he picks things based on what he personally prefers. Surprisingly, you end up liking them because he has good taste 🤌🏻.
H: Hobbies.
(What hobbies he enjoys doing with you?)
Satoru has two main hobbies to do with you; shopping and watching movies. You prefer shopping because when you watch movies, he often spills the beans and gives major spoilers about what happens, making you frustrated with the messed-up order of events, and sometimes canceling your movie night. On the other hand, he enjoys shopping together because he gets a free fashion show from you. Would make you try on various clothes, and he even lets you pick out shoes for him. It's like you both are bees, buzzing around from one store to another, making fun of ugly clothes and having a good time gossiping and judging designers.
I: Impression.
(Your first impression of him?)
You'd be excited to meet the strongest sorcerer, the famous Gojo Satoru that everyone talks about. However, when you see him for the first time, you might be surprised, thinking, "What the heck?". It's hard to believe he's a teacher with significant responsibilities. He appears childish and unserious, He may seem annoying and talkative, mostly bragging about himself, and you could notice him being a disrespectful to older folks. This creates a negative first impression. Yet, as you get to know him better, you'll discover that he's truly wise and responsible, although he does have a hefty ego.
J: Jealousy.
(Is he the jealous type? How does he deal with it?)
Satoru is a chill guy who doesn't easily get jealous or offended. He's confident in how he looks and who he is, believing he's better than other guys out there. If a guy comes up and starts showing off in a not-so-smooth way, he'd mock and tease him, laugh and make fun of him. But if another guy comes along and seems capable, oh boy, he'll go all out to try and make him look small, overshadow, belittle and embarrass him in front of you. Gojo will do whatever it takes to show that he's superior and the perfect match for you.
K: Kisses.
(How does he kiss you?)
He likes giving hugs, but when it comes to daily kisses, he's all about the goofy and playful ones. He plants them all over your face, making a sound like 'MWAH,' even squishing your cheeks and giving them a big ass kiss. He giggles during these kisses and enjoys how you playfully push him away. Annoying you with his love is something he really likes to do.
L: Love Language.
(What is his love language?)
His has two love languages combined; physical touch and giving gifts. He loves having his hands on you, and he's also a fan of PDA ( Public Display of Affection) . He became addicted to your touch, even if it's just a pat on the head. Additionally, he enjoys giving you gifts because 1st, he loves you, 2nd, it's also a way for him to flaunt his wealth.
M: Mornings.
(His mornings with you?)
For a man with heavy responsibilities hanging on his shoulder, he would wake up quite early and you are forced to wake up with him, and the thing is, he doesn't wake you up like normal people do, he would be overly hyped and excited. Would tickle you till you fall off bed, would literally startle you in your sleep with his random tickle attacks. Whines a lot if you refuse to wake up or if you hit him with a pillow. Once you're fully awake he likes to enjoy breakfast with you in the balcony while both of you enrich your bodies with an intake of vitamin D. 🌞
N:Nights.
(His nights with you?)
He's a night owl, nah seriously lacking in sleep, yet always full of energy. During the night, he might suggest dining out, but if you're tired, he'd order food delivery and just hang out at home. He'd even join you in your skincare routine, then tucks you to sleep. He watches over you, making sure you're comfy, and only then does he join you in dreamland. He never drifts off before you. 🌌
O: Opressive.
(Is he controlling in a relationship?)
Gojo is super open-minded, values independence, and trusts you a lot. Normally, he's not the controlling type, but when it comes to your safety, oh hell no, he gets strict and over controlling. If there's something risky going on outside, he won't let you take a single step outside the house without him knowing about it.
P: Pet Names.
(His favorite pet names?)
He likes giving you cute, cheesy names in public to make you blush like “Pumpkin spice of my life” or “Cute lemon cupcake”, but mostly calling you “baby”or “babes”. He also enjoys being called by cringy pet names or anything other than his real name. If you ever use his real name, Satoru, he tends to overthink, worrying he might have done something wrong or that you're upset with him.
Q: Qualities.
(His good and bad qualities?)
He's got plenty of great qualities ; responsible, supportive, funny, and attractive, making him total boyfriend material. Like everyone else, he has flaws; he can be really egocentric, always showing off his looks and skills, even though everyone already knows what he's capable of. It's just how he is, but sometimes it might make you feel a bit insecure or less important in the relationship.
R: Rules.
(Do you have any rules in your relationship?)
Rule number 1 : never underestimate him, or he'll break up with you. Rule number 2: trusting each other, is crucial, without it, your relationship could fall apart. Rule number 3: express your feelings openly, give him praise, and shower him with compliments.
S: Sad.
(How he cheers you up when you're sad?)
It can swing either way – he might make you laugh and lift your spirits, or he could say something that deeply offends you. If he's all about you, flirting, tickling, promising your favorite food, and cuddling protectively, he's sure to bring a smile. But, if he cracks just one egocentric, self-absorbed joke, you're gonna snap.
T: Teasing.
(How he teases you?)
Gojo loves to see you mad at him, he finds amusement with your annoyed expressions, that's why he pulls pranks on you so often. After arguments he places things on the higher shelves so he can tease you about your height, tall or short in all cases he looks like a giant next to you “oh can't reach that babes? lucky for you your handsome man is 6ft tall”. Would also make you blush and tease you a lot if he catches you staring at him.
U: Unique.
(Something unique or special about him?)
He's got this adorable habit of doodling, and surprisingly, he has a bunch of markers. He likes doodling on your shoes and phone case. These doodles usually reflect his mood. He's actually quite talented. His drawings often bring a smile to your face or make you laugh.
V: Vulnerability.
(Is he vulnerable in your relationship?)
Being vulnerable is tough for him; it hurts his ego and shatters the image he maintains as the strongest. When he's sad, he avoids letting his facial expressions betray him. Despite trusting you, he prefers to keep his worries to himself, even if it feels overwhelming. When he's emotional, he retreats into solitude, needing time alone with his thoughts until he calms down or figures things out.
W: Wedding.
(How would he propose?)
Even in serious moments like a marriage proposal, he keeps it playful. He might take you to the top of a building at night to enjoy city lights, and then suddenly, he drops the bomb: "I think we shouldn't be dating anymore." It gets super serious; you might even tear up, wondering what went wrong. He silently watches as you bombard him with questions, then out of the blue, he suggests, "Let's get married instead," leaving you completely stunned. With a silly smile, he adds, "Hm so what do you say? I even brought you a ring," pulling out a velvet box from his pocket. He makes up for the scare with a romantic night afterward.
X: Xtra.
(Extra headcanon)
Surprisingly, he enjoys gossiping and spills all the details, especially about those higher-ups. He uses a bunch of curse words and can spend hours talking shit about them and about how much he wants to use his curse technique on them to get rid of them. You often join him in these gossip sessions, especially when someone gets on your nerves.
Y: Yuck.
(Something he hates in general or in you?)
Gojo dislikes weakness, especially in people with potential but are afraid to try or improve themselves. With his strength, weakness irritates him. He hates it when you gives up on something you're good at just because you're anxious or lack self-confidence. He'll go out of his way to try and motivate you and knock some sense into you.
Z: Zoo.
(Does he like pets?)
Gojo is open to the idea of having a pet, like a puppy, because they're energetic and adorable. However, his busy schedule doesn't allow him the time to properly care for it—feeding, showering, and regular walks. But if you insist, he might consider it.
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Year end traditions with seventeen
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Synopsis: what year end traditions the seventeen members would have with you, the reader.  Svt x gn! reader | fluff | 1.9k words | warnings: alcohol A/n: Happy Holidays everyone! Have a good rest!
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Seungcheol and you would host a big feast with friends and family. While both of you as hosts would prepare most of the food, everyone was welcome to bring their favourite foods. You would all watch the sunset, maybe play some games, or watch a movie. The most important thing was that you were all together. The end of the year was a time to be nostalgic and reminisce, and that’s what you all intended to do. This time was special to everyone. You all carved out time in your busy schedules to be able to spend the time catching up with each other. Sure, you kept in contact during the year, but being physically together, basking in the warmth, each other’s presence, laughter and love? That was a feeling that no text or video call would be able to compare to. 
Jeonghan and you would visit seasonal farmer’s markets. Regular farmer’s markets were already fun, but seasonal ones? You should see the joy and childlike excitement painted on Jeonghan’s face. Seasonal farmer’s markets don’t happen every often, and some of the booths are different every year so you both make it a point to go. Jeonghan loves collecting adorable objects, especially handmade trinkets. As someone whose hobby is to put together legos or build tiny things, Jeonghan can appreciate that the artists poured their hearts, hard work, and time into each of the objects. Ultimately, you both would pick out a few that you would decorate your home with. Each of these pieces are unique, the only ones of their kind. To you and Jeonghan, these unique pieces made your home feel even more like your home. 
Joshua and you would take a road trip with no real destination. Okay, so you do book lodging for the few days you would be out of town. But, you both don’t have any real plans or a specific route that needs to be taken. You both just set off and see where your hearts want to take you. If there is anything that catches your eyes, you make sure to take a detour. You’ve found nice restaurants, a forest path, and many other hidden gems along the way. By the time you actually make it to where you are staying, you’re both exhausted. Still, the detours are worth it. You know the saying it’s about the journey not the destination? Well, it’s true. With Joshua, these journeys are always unpredictable, but undeniably full of laughs, fun, and new precious memories.
Junhui and you would make DIY advent calendars. You would both spend the whole year collecting little things that you can put inside. It could be a big present like jewelry, or it could be as simple as a napkin from this restaurant you went to for a date. Even joke gifts like a q-tip have been placed inside the calendars before. Watching each other’s face light up in joy, bewilderment, and sometimes feigned annoyance is almost as fun as making the calendars. It’s also a way for you to reminisce about what happened over the past year. You tried buying advent calendars from the store before, but those didn’t have the same kind of sentimental value that your homemade advent calendars do. The homemade ones reflect the love and memories that are special to the two of you. 
Hoshi and you would engage in a mistletoe war. The rules were simple really, you were both supposed to place mistletoe in the most ridiculous, most obscure places around your apartment. Then, you would try to get each other to go stand under the mistletoe. Hoshi won one year by attaching the mistletoe to the top of a thin wire which he attached above his hat. Yes, he looked ridiculous as if he was wearing a banana rack, but he was so smug when he won. Then there was the time you won by taping the mistletoe to a sweater hanging on the laundry rack. It might seem silly, but it was the silly little game you both enjoyed playing. Plus, there weren’t any real losers to the game since you both got kisses out of it. 
Wonwoo and you would go stargazing. You could see some stars from where you were living with Wonwoo, but the stars were so much clearer if you went out of town. You would both plan the trip extremely carefully, specifically choosing a day when there was supposed to be clear skies. The perfect stargazing spot has to be chosen as well. It was a tedious process. But definitely worth all the planning. Whenever you arrive at the spot with Wonwoo and you set up all your stargazing equipment, you both are in awe at how clear the sky is, and how clearly you can see all the constellations. You would lay next to Wonwoo, curled up by his side as you both pointed out all the constellations to each other. Sometimes, you both would even see a really rare constellation or star. That said, as much as you enjoy stargazing with Wonwoo, much to his adoration, you never fail to tell him that he was the biggest star in your life. 
Woozi and you would build pillow or blanket forts. Woozi wouldn’t want to go outdoors. He would prefer to stay indoors with you. So you would grab every single blanket and pillow from your apartment and bring them into the living room. Woozi would take charge to build the fort, using chairs and clothes pegs to hold the blankets in place. The pillows would make everything warm and cozy. He even strings fairy lights around the fort, and brings a battery powered lamp inside. It’s like camping, but without having to leave the comfort of your apartment. You would spend the time inside reading, talking or listening to Woozi produce new music. When the day ends, you both would try to spend the night there in the blanket fort. Sadly, you both usually only spend 1 or 2 hours sleeping there before your backs cry out for you bed. Still, the blanket fort remains up until the new year, a place for you and Woozi to crawl into for cuddles and quality time spent with each other. 
Dokyeom and you would write letters to Santa Claus. Writing letters to Santa Claus is always fun no matter what age you are. Whoever says adults can’t write these letters is a killjoy and would make Dokyeom so sad (we wouldn’t want that would we?). Just the thought about writing the words dear santa makes Dokyeom break out into a fit of giggles. Honestly you both wouldn’t even really write anything important like what gifts you wanted or what you wished the new year would be like. It would be more of a random letter filled with whatever you wanted. You both would feel so dizzy with happiness running to the post office to post the letter to Santa. Sure, you both knew Santa isn’t real but this is such a fun tradition. Something about it makes you feel warm, fuzzy, and content. Maybe, just maybe, it’s Dokyeom’s smile when he looks at you in glee when he finishes writing the letter? 
Minghao and you would go to a distant cabin to relax and get away for a while. Minghao would prefer to wrap up the year and welcome the new year in peace. Even if he couldn’t fly you both to a different country, he makes sure to whisk you away to a distant place for a good year end break. He strongly believes that if you can, you should take the time to rest and relax. The places he chooses are always beautiful, surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature. Morning sunrise walks, sunsets on the porch watching the warm orange light from the sun fade into the surroundings. This time spent with Minghao is so precious and you both are definitely rested before having to go back to real life to face the new year. The little year end getaway is like Minghao carving out a little oasis for the two of you so you can bask in each other’s presence. 
Minggyu and you would make mulled wine and spiked eggnog. Mingyu loves alcohol, that’s no secret. The year ending means that it’s time to make these special seasonal alcoholic drinks. Mingyu is also such a gentle soul and he would be the kind of person who would want to share all the good things he cooks with others. You both would brew a huge batch together every single year so you could give some to your friends and family. It’s always fun to stand around the kitchen preparing the ingredients with Mingyu. You do snitch some fruit much to Mingyu’s amusement and annoyance. He whines but never kicks you out. He loves your company and your help in the kitchen. Being with him in the kitchen is such an intimate, domestic moment that you hold dear to your heart. At the same time, you can see the passion he has for cooking and that fire that is ignited in him makes you swoon and fall in love with him all over again. 
Seungkwan and you would just sit together on the couch and recount all your favourite memories from the past year. Seungkwan doesn’t seem like the type who would like really extravagant year end traditions. He prefers to spend it simply with you in your shared apartment. You both would usually make a hot beverage (hot tea or hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows were your go to choices), and sit on the couch just chatting about everything and anything. Sure, you both do this pretty regularly, but something about the end of the year puts you both in a sentimental mood to recount all the little moments spent together. Time flies when this happens, and before you know it, the new year comes around. It doesn’t matter how seemingly simple or mundane talking on the couch may seem, you both immensely treasure each and every moment spent with each other. 
Vernon and you would make personalised ugly sweaters for each other. But it wasn’t as simple as you going to a shop that customised clothes. You both would venture out into the craft store every year to find the perfect materials to decorate the sweaters with. You both would buy glue, stickers, yarn, gemstones, a CD (?) and anything else that your hearts desired. Making these sweaters together was always a fun activity. By the end of it, you both would be covered in glitter and glue, but it was worth it. The sweaters got more and more ridiculous looking every year as both of you wanted to outdo each other. Still, you both really enjoyed the process. You might look stupid covered in glitter and glue while wearing the weirdest sweaters ever, but at least you both would look ridiculously cute stupid together. 
Dino and you would watch holiday movies. Okay, it wasn’t really holiday movies in the traditional sense. No Christmas movies, no road trip movies. Rather, both of you would watch the movies that you watched together during your first year end break as a couple. It was a funny story really. On the first day of your vacation that year, you both settled on the couch and were just flipping channels on the television. You happened to stumble upon this obscure movie channel with a mix of all sorts of weird, but enjoyable movies. Somehow, watching these movies felt right with Dino. And you both vowed to do it every year before new years, just as you both vowed to spend every year end together as much as possible in the future.
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goquokka00 · 4 days
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Want So Bad
This was requested by @mamnaimiefrankie, and so I really hope you enjoy!
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Summary: Jisung, Minho, and Hyunjin were hanging out. Upon getting some munchies, Jisung asked Minho if he could eat some gummy candy that he had been aware his friend had, and Minho said yes. However, someone forgot to read a label...
Pairings: Han Jisung X Reader (F!)
Genre: Humor (I mean come on, Paboracha is involved, of COURSE there's gonna be humor), Smut (MDNI), fluff at the end
Warnings: Use of aphrodisiacs, mention of cunnilingus, grinding, pet names, Switch! Jisung (man is whiny, needy, and begs a LOT), Switch! Reader, dirty talk, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, bunny fucking, scratching, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)
Word Count: 4.1K
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Saturdays were always something that Jisung looked forward to. Sure, he loved being with you, as you two had been together for almost 2 years now, but he also loved spending time with his friends. Specifically, Minho and Hyunjin. And every Saturday, while you worked your shift at the nearby bakery, Jisung would hang out with Minho and Hyunjin.
These hang outs could be anything from watching movies, to playing board games or video games, to having deep conversations about the stresses of work and being idols, to being on the floor laughing about literally anything. It was fun for them, and they always looked forward to it.
Today wasn't any different.
The three men decided to meet at Minho's house, as his girlfriend was gonna be gone over the weekend to visit her parents. That meant they had access to the Nintendo Switch. And that meant they could play Mario Kart. A game they all liked, but only one was good at.
"JISUNG, NO FAIR!" Hyunjin whined, watching as Shy Guy passed the finish line in first. Jisung could only laugh as he watched Hyunjin and Minho struggle through the computers they were playing against, constantly running into bananas or being hit by shells. "You really can't take it easy on us ONE time?!"
"Where's the fun in taking it easy when I can wipe the floor with both of you?" Jisung laughed, watching Minho finally pass the finish line in fourth with Tanuki Mario. Hyunjin finished soon after in seventh with Princess Peach, practically throwing his controller down on the sofa.
"I think you play this game too much." Minho said, crossing his arms. Jisung could only shrug, standing up and stretching as the final results played. Jisung got first in the Grand Prix, while Minho got 5th and Hyunjin got 8th. "Find another hobby."
"No can do, sorry." Jisung said, watching Minho roll his eyes.
"Whatever." Minho said, looking to Hyunjin. "Let's do a round with just you and I, Hyunjin."
"Okay. I'm down for that." And with that, Hyunjin and Minho started a two-player race. And as they did that, Jisung walked over to the kitchen, looking for something to snack on. After all, he hadn't eaten much that day, and he knew that he should eat something. Otherwise, he'd get an earful from you.
And so, into the snack closet he went. He always knew Minho was stocked and really didn't care about what he ate from his stash, so long as it wasn't any of his girlfriend's food (which had all been labelled after the Changbin incident 3 years ago). And sure enough, when Jisung opened the door, the closet was filled.
Candies, chips, pretzels...you name the snack, it was in there. But the thing that caught Jisung's eye was the gummy hearts up on the top shelf. They didn't have Minho's girlfriend's sticker on them, which meant free grabs. And so, Jisung took a good handful from the bag, before closing the closet and going back to the couch.
"Jisung, how do you drift again?" Hyunjin called out. Jisung quickly threw some of the gummies into his mouth, chewing and swallowing as he sat back down onto the couch.
"It's the right trigger." Jisung said, watching Hyunjin do so. And then he spun out of control. Jisung laughed as Hyunjin freaked out.
"You liar!"
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Finally, after a nice hang out with the boys, Jisung had said his goodbyes and made his way back to the apartment. He loved hanging out with them, but he also wanted to actually be home when you got home. He always felt bad that he'd return so late after you've gone to bed, and tonight he wanted to see you awake.
But...it was when he stepped inside of the apartment when he noticed how weird he felt.
The first thing he noticed was how hot it was. At first, he thought it was the apartment, which would've been weird since the both of you loved keeping the apartment cool for wearing hoodies. But when he went to the thermostat, it read 68°. Right where it always was.
And upon walking back to the living room, he noticed how fuzzy his head was. He wasn't dizzy, just...he couldn't focus on anything. His body felt like it was in the clouds, too. Not just his mind. That's when he noticed that it was him that was also feeling hot.
Okay...weird, but whatever. He could ride it out, and he'd be fine. Right? R-Right?
Well, that's when he noticed just how much his shirt was grazing his nipples. He...never noticed that before. Every movement caused the shirt to graze oh, so lightly against them, and it made Jisung's breath hitch. That wasn't the only thing. He felt like his pants were really tight. Really, really tight. And that never happened unless...
Oh...
Oh...
He had a boner. A really, really bad boner. He could see it through his jeans, and he could never see his boners from his jeans before. And that made him concerned. Not to mention how much it just...hurt.
He was hot, sensitive, hard...he couldn't think straight... what the hell was going on with him?
His first thought wasn't about figuring this out, though. No, it was about getting his damn pants off. They were just too tight, his dick was so sensitive and hard that if he kept those jeans on any longer, he might cry. And so, he did exactly that. And the sight afterwards of the hard-on in his boxers?
Oh, it was just worse.
Jisung just groaned, leaning back against the sofa as he ran a hand through his hair, squirming. This was so bad, he needed to fix this issue before you got home, he'd die if you saw him this hard and horny. It would just be straight up embarrassing--
But all of his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
Fuck.
Jisung's head whipped around to the door, his face flushed as you walked into the apartment, setting your bag down. And the second you looked over at him in your outfit you decided to wear to work? Oh, it just made him whine. God, this was so embarrassing...He didn't even know what to say. Thankfully, you spoke up first, still not noticing the issue at hand here.
"Oh, you're home? I thought you were planning on staying over at Minho's for a lot longer." Just the sound of your sweet and smooth voice washed over Jisung, making his cock twitch. God, you sounded so heavenly, he just wanted to hear you moaning his name, screaming out from how good his cock felt when he--
Immediately, he got that thought out of his head.
"I-I just wanted to surprise you, my baby..." Fuck, why did he have to stutter? He never stuttered; you knew he never stuttered. And so, he winced as you walked over to him with an eyebrow raised.
"Oh? And you wanna tell me why you just stuttered?" You asked. You didn't sound mad, just curious. But Jisung didn't have to say anything to you, because it didn't take your eyes long to notice the large tent in his pants. And immediately, your eyes widened. "Oh, Jisung, what--"
"I-I don't know, okay? I've been feeling really, really weird and-and I don't know why, I just walked through the door and immediately I just got horny, and hot, and hard, and I don't know what to do or why I'm like this, and-"
"Hey, hey, hey, slow down." You said, kneeling down to look at him. Your eyes were so warm and comforting, they always felt like home to Jisung. It was nice, and always got him to calm down no matter what.
"Sorry..."
"You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? Do you want me to call Minho and see what's going on?" You offered. "Knowing him and Yejin, they'd know what's up with you."
"Ye-Yeah, okay..." Jisung said. It made sense. After all, he knew that Minho and Yejin were a freaky couple. They've tried everything under the sun, and had sex all the time. So if anyone would know, it'd be them.
And so, that's what you did. You dialed Minho's number, waiting for him to answer. And he picked up after the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Minho." You greeted, hearing his audible sigh on the other end of the line, as well as a moan.
"Okay, what did I do this time? And can it please hurry, I'm in the middle of something." Minho grumbled.
"I'm sure you can spare getting your dick wet for 5 seconds so you can tell me what's wrong with my significant other."
"What do you mean? Is he dying or something?"
"No, but he's hornier than a dog in heat."
"Well, that's probably because he thinks you're hot. Can I get back to going down on my girlfriend now--"
"No, because he doesn't get that horny when it's just me. He's literally panting and is non-stop squirming."
"Oh. OOOHHH--"
"What, oh?"
"Shit, I knew we didn't use that many!" Minho waited a second, getting a question from Yejin. You couldn't quite make it out, but you definitely heard the response. "Well duh, we literally just bought those gummies a few days ago!"
"The gummies? What gummies?" You asked.
"The gummies?" Jisung also asked, feeling his heart drop.
"Yeah, so, Yejin and I invested in some aphrodisiac gummies a few days ago. They look like hearts, kinda coated in some sugar, they're actually pretty damn good. But you shouldn't eat like, more than 5, I think."
"Did you eat heart shaped gummies covered in sugar?" You asked Jisung, watching him go pale at the question. And his lack of an answer gave you all of the information you needed to know. "Jisung!"
"I was hungry, okay! And they were in the snack closet, so I thought they were good!" Jisung whined.
"Why the hell would aphrodisiac gummies be kept in a fucking snack closet?!"
"I didn't know where else to put them, so I put them in the top of the shelf." And that resulted in Minho getting an earful from Yejin. You could only roll your eyes, hanging the call up.
"Okay, so you ate a few laced gummies that will make you horny. That's fine." You said, going back over to Jisung, giving him a small smile.
"I-I'm sorry, my baby, I-I should've read the packaging, I-"
"Jisung, it's fine. Really, it's not like we haven't fucked before, right?" You asked him, going to straddle his lap. Jisung immediately blushed, seeing you on top of him. It was a beautiful sight, one of his favorites. But in this situation?
"Wa-Wait, I don't know about this...I don't think I can control myself, baby." Jisung told you. "I-I don't wanna end up hurting you or anything..."
"Then let me be the one to help you, okay?" You told him, kissing his cheek. That's when you lowered yourself over his boxers, your shorts grazing against his boner deliciously. Jisung let out a pathetic moan, throwing his head back at the feeling. "Can I help you out, Sungie?"
"God...please, baby..." As Jisung spoke, he bucked his hips up against yours, moaning at the feeling of grinding up against you. And with that, you smiled, pulling him into a kiss.
The two of you grinded against each other as you made out, Jisung moaning out like he hadn't been touched in his life. The kiss you both shared was messy and sloppy, but Jisung loved it like that. And so did you. And his tongue immediately went to exploring your mouth, only making the kiss sloppier.
But before long, Jisung pulled away, getting louder. It was an indicator that he was getting close already. You immediately slowed down, watching his brow furrow and his jaw hang open. You knew that look. But when you heard the displeased whine of you slowing down, you were shocked.
"N-No, gunna--please, baby, lemme cum..." Jisung whined, looking up at you. God, his pouty lips, the way his eyes begged you for that sweet release...You couldn't help it.
"Fuck, baby..." You groaned, sliding off of Jisung. You immediately took your shirt off, as well as your bra before slipping his boxers down, seeing his angry cock spring up and slap his stomach, leaking precum.
You didn't even stop to admire him like you usually did, you immediately gripped him and put his tip into your mouth, sucking. You let your spit leak from the sides of your mouth, making it as wet as possible. And Jisung immediately wailed, bucking his hips up at the feeling.
"Hoooly fucking shit! Oh, please, just like that baby...I...I'm gonna fucking blow, oh my god! Keep--Keep going, please!" Jisung moaned out, closing his eyes and clenching his thighs. God, your mouth always felt so damn good to him, he could never get enough of it.
And sure enough, he came a few seconds later.
"Cu-Cumming! I'm cumming, oh...fuck, keep--keep me in, baby!" Jisung cried out, holding your head down on him. You did as told, staying put as he shot his seed into your mouth. And once you were sure he was finished, you slowly lifted up and off of him, swallowing his load. And that got a low groan out of him. "Holy shit, baby...you're so hot..."
You just giggled, moving back up to him and pecking his lips. Jisung could only whine though, still feeling weird. And you were quick to notice. Your eyes immediately grew concerned, looking down to see that he was still hard.
"How...what?" You questioned. His cock was practically inflating like a balloon, ready to go again within a few seconds. Your gaze went back to Jisung, who was already starting to softly whine again. "How many of those gummies did you eat?"
"I-I don't know, maybe like, 13?" Jisung guessed, making your eyes widen.
"Minho said that the recommended dosage was only 5..." You trailed, looking back down at Jisung's cock. Once again, it was leaking precum with an angry red tip. And once you heard Jisung whine again, you let out a huff. And upon seeing your determined face, Jisung immediately whined again, his cock twitching. He knew that look.
"Baby, y-you've done enough, you don't have to--"
"No, I do." You said, standing up. And once your gaze hit Jisung, that determined and frustrated glint in your eyes, he immediately whimpered. "Lay down."
"B-But I don't wanna lose it and hurt--"
"Lay. Down. And don't make me repeat myself, Jisung." You told him.
Your voice was stern, and God, Jisung loved when you got like this with him. When you took charge in the bedroom, it was the hottest thing. The way your face would get so determined, so confident...shit, Jisung could get a boner just thinking about it if he didn't already have one.
And so, Jisung did as told, going and laying down on the couch. As he did that, you pulled your shorts and panties down before walking back over to Jisung and straddling him again, bringing a hand up to your face and spitting in it before grabbing Jisung's dick and covering it. And then, you lined it up with your entrance while Jisung waited in anticipation.
And the feeling of you sinking down on his cock as slow as you were taking it make Jisung let out the filthiest, most scrumptious moan. And once he was fully sheathed, you rolled your hips, Jisung's jaw opening in a silent moan, his breath stopping. Before he knew it, you were bouncing on him, doing your best to get a nice pace for the both of you.
"Holy...baby, you-you're so tight, this is...I-I don't--this is too much!" Jisung whined, his hands going to your hips. Moans left the both of you as you rode him, your eyes focused on his, as well as where the two of you were connected. You were bound and determined to get him to cum again. You wanted him to feel relief.
"Feel good, baby?"
"Fuck, yes! Baby, please, more, can-can you move more?" Jisung looked up at you, panting as you tried your best to move quicker. However, there was the single inevitable fact both of you knew.
You weren't the best with riding Jisung.
Sure, Jisung loved when you were on top of him, and you loved it too. However, you could only bounce so fast before it felt like your legs were gonna give out. And so, when Jisung was in the right mindset, he'd brace you before fucking up into you, which always felt incredible. But that sadly wasn't the case.
"Ji, I can only move so-fuck...so much, baby...I can hit deeper, but--"
"Do that! Please, just give me anything, m'close!" Jisung whined. And so, that's what you did.
You slowed your pace by a lot, but you lifted yourself almost completely off of him before letting yourself drop back down on him, causing both of you to cry out. After a small grind on his hips, you repeated, doing the same thing, except going a little faster.
"Fuck, just like that, baby...holy-m'gonna cum! Keep going, don't-don't stop!" Jisung wailed, gripping your hips tightly. And so, you did exactly that, moaning out as you continued to lift yourself up and drop down. And before you knew it, Jisung let out a sob, slamming his hips up into you, causing you both to cum at the same time.
"Shit shit shit, Jisung!" You cried, your front collapsing a bit. You were able to catch yourself on his chest, feeling his hips jut up into you as you ground yourself down onto him. You were panting now, trying to collect yourself as Jisung tried to calm himself down as well.
But you missed the fact that Jisung's cock wasn't softening inside of you. And you also missed the dark, lustful glint in Jisung's eyes.
"Holy...wow, that was something-ELSE!" You squealed.
You didn't even have time to realize what had happened, as Jisung had managed to muster up the strength to pick you up and flip both of you around. Now he was on top of you, both of your legs on his shoulders as he practically folded you in half. His face was inches from yours, his mouth hanging open as he slipped inside of you again, somehow hitting deeper.
And the second he managed to just kiss your cervix, he began to thrust mercilessly into you. He fucked into you so fast, his mouth near your ear as panting moans left Jisung as you let out cries. Both of his elbows were on either side of your head, his hands cradling you and holding you close to him as he pounded you.
"Fuck fuck fuck, you feel so fuckin' good, so tight and wet, I-I can't take it, baby...god, you're pussy's talkin' to me, I can hear it while you suck my cock back into you..." Jisung growled, before humming so lowly it practically shook your core. Every time his hips slammed into yours, his pitch would bump up for a second, before going back down. And that low hum was what got you to cum for a second time.
"Jisung, I'm cumming!" You cried out, gripping onto him. Your nails dug into his skin as you clung onto him for dear life. His pace never slowed as your body trembled, hell, he probably went faster at that.
"Hell yeah, you are...fuck, you're creamin' me, baby...god!" Jisung growled. He could feel your juices dripping onto his cock and down his leg as well as yours. And he could hear your cunt squelching. "Cum again--cream on my cock, make it messy...just how I like it, baby..."
And that's exactly what you did. You moaned out at his words, feeling your third orgasm rip through your soul. If there was anything that was gonna do you in, it was the combination of Jisung practically fucking into you like a rabbit, his hips unfaltering, and his fucking voice.
"Good girl, such a good girl for me..." Jisung growled into your ear. Of course, he continued his merciless pace. And due to you having gone through your third orgasm, you were sent right into overstimulation, meaning it wouldn't take you long to hit your fourth.
"J-Jisung, I-I can't...s'too much, I can't--"
"You can, baby...do it for me, you're takin' me so well, just a bit longer..." Jisung wasn't gonna take no for an answer. To make things even worse (not really), he quickly brought his hand up to his face, licked his fingers, and slipped it in between your bodies, only to start rubbing tight circles around your clit, which sent you reeling. You practically let out a sob, scratching Jisung's back harshly.
"JISUNG!" And without any warning, your fourth orgasm shot through you, making you wail. Feeling you hit your fourth orgasm is also what did Jisung in.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby...m'gonna fill you so much, m'gonna stuff you so full..." Jisung mumbled, his rhythm getting sloppier. You just wailed, just getting over that fourth orgasm, feeling that fifth one approaching quickly. "Fuck! I'm cumming!"
And with that, Jisung slammed his hips into you one last time, painting your walls white with his seed as you also hit your last orgasm of the night, your entire body shaking viciously from it. You felt like you had practically ascended, seeing god for the nth time.
Jisung slowly pulled out after that, finally feeling satisfied after that, and went to grab the cum towel you both kept in the bedroom. As he left, you continued to tremble, feeling aftershocks from your orgasms. And once Jisung came back, already cleaned up and in sweatpants, he immediately went over to you, kneeling next to your head and peppered your face in kisses.
"Good job, baby...you took me like a champ, you did so well, my baby..." Jisung said gently. His small kisses didn't stop once, making sure that you actually came down from your high before cleaning you up. And once you did, you let out a small giggle, letting Jisung know that you were back. "There she is..."
"Stop it, it's not like I blacked out." You said. Jisung pecked your lips, caressing your face for a second, just admiring you and your features.
"I know, but you definitely weren't here." Jisung told you, going over and wiping you down. He was nice and gentle, making sure he didn't accidentally make you uncomfortable.
"I scratched you, didn't I?" You asked, giving him a slightly concerned look as he continued to clean you up.
"Yeah, but don't worry about it." Jisung told you, giving you a smile as he kissed your thigh.
"You sure?"
"Mhm. Trust me, it didn't hurt, and if they stay, then it means that I get to show off how good I can make my baby feel, right?" Jisung asked, making you blush. Of course he'd wear those scratch marks around like a trophy. He'd do that with any marks you left on his body.
"Do you have to put it like that?"
"Of course I do!" And with that, he got back to work. Once you were clean, he left once more to put the towel away.
When he came back again, he had a pair of clean clothes for you. Kind of. It was a shirt of his that would be way too big (not that either of you minded) and a pair of panties.
He sat you up, kissing your cheek three more times before sliding his shirt over your head. And then, he slipped the pair of panties on your legs, getting them as high as possible before stopping and setting your arms around his neck.
"Alright, and... up!" Jisung said, standing up. Since your arms were around him, you stood up too, and he quickly slid the panties the rest of the way up. And finally, once you were fully dressed, he readjusted the two of you slightly before picking you up, making you squeal.
"Jisung!" You held onto him tightly as Jisung walked you to the bedroom, laughing at your reaction.
"What? I'm just taking care of my baby." Jisung told you, pressing yet another kiss to your cheek.
"But I can walk myself!"
"See, you say that, but we both know you're legs are gonna be the equivalent of Jello."
"Jisung!"
"You know I'm right!"
And with that, he gently set you on the bed, getting you underneath the covers. And after he quickly turned off the lights, he went to join you, pulling you close to him and holding you in his arms. Every here and there, he'd place gentle kisses on your head, admiring you with him. Neither of you could stop smiling either, just enjoying everything in this moment.
"I really love you; you know that. Right?" Jisung finally said, watching you nod.
"Mhm." You replied, tilting your head up before kissing his lips gently.
"And I love you."
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Hook, Line & Sinker.
Pairing: Nick Folio x Reader
Word Count: 2.6K
Warnings: N/A - Pure Fluff.
A/N: I wrote this in about 2 hours, and I know very little about fishing. I just got excited.
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You took yearly fishing trips with your father every spring. There was a place he liked, somewhere in Colorado, that you drove down to early April each year. You only went for the atmosphere, and to spend time with your father, you didn’t care much for the actual fishing part. Most of the time you’d sit next to him on a camping chair reading your book. Your dad didn’t mind that you didn’t fish, he just enjoyed your company.
The place you stayed at was made up of multiple large lakes. And each lake was set up with campervans surrounding the perimeter. You’d arrived last night, too late to get set up, so this morning you’d wandered down to the onsite café to grab breakfast while your dad got himself set up.
It wasn’t often that you bumped into other people here your age, so when you saw him, sat outside eating a sandwich, short hair, nose piercing, and wearing a dark button up flannel, he intrigued you. You flashed him a smile as you headed past and into the café, you’d been coming here since being a child so all the staff knew you and your dad quite well. They embraced you in the way only old friends could and started up your regular order, packing it in to-go boxes so you could sit next to the lake with your dad to eat.
He stopped you as you exited the cafe, and you noticed for the first time how handsome he was. He introduced himself and started speaking without pausing about his love of fishing and how he was glad to see a woman here, his own age who also enjoyed fishing. And it broke your heart a little to have to tell him that you didn’t really fish, and that you were mainly just here for the weekend to spend time with your dad. His smile fell slightly and you realised then how much you liked his smile, and wanted to try and make him smile again.
“Dad always has a few spare fishing rods, maybe I’ll give it another try this weekend.” His grin returned at that, nodding as you spoke.
“You should, maybe I can try and give you a few pointers. It’s always more fun when you’re actually catching stuff.”
“Yeah of course, I’d like that.” His eyes shined as he smiled and you could tell he was genuine. You walked back to the main lake together and parted ways as you headed over to your Dad. Nick was only a couple of campervans over from you, close enough that you could probably check him out without being too obvious. You Dad could sense your good mood as you handed him his sandwich taking a seat on the deck chair next to his.
“What’s got you so cheery this morning?” He eyed you suspiciously and opened his sandwich to check the contents. “You’ve not done something to my breakfast have you?” You shook your head and motioned with one hand over to Nicks Campervan, swallowing down a bite of your sandwich before speaking. There was very little you wouldn’t tell your father and you were grateful for how close your relationship was.
“I was talking to a cute guy outside the café. He wants to teach me how to fish.”
“Well good luck to him, I’ve been trying for years.” His tone was playful and you rolled your eyes at him swatting his arm lightly with one hand. Naturally, he pretend like it was a grave injury and then that sent you both into a fit of laughter.
An hour later he set you up with a fishing rod of your own, and got started on this whole ‘learning to fish’ thing you’d agreed to. In fairness, it had been about 6 years since you’d last actually attempted the hobby, and a lot of things had changed since then. Maybe your ability and desire to fish would be another thing you could add to that list.
You got bored approximately 30 minutes later and went back to reading, but left your line in the water, and rested the rod on some sort of stand your Dad had set up for you. He had told you what it was called but you couldn’t remember, but at least this way you could pretend that you were still taking part. You were just finishing up your 4th chapter of the morning when the fishing rod in front of you seemed to be yanked forward. You panicked and grabbed a hold of it, Dad would kill you if you allowed the fishing rod to be pulled into the lake. There was a tug on the line again and you dug your feet into the ground to stop yourself from being pulled forwards, you didn’t have a clue what to do. Dad’s hands were on top of yours before the panic had time to build, guiding your hand to the reel, steadying you as you both fought against whatever it was you’d managed to hook on the line. He yanked the rod upwards a couple times in a row, and instructed you to starting trying to reel the fish in. A minute or so of alternating between jerking the rod upwards and spinning the reel and you’d finally made your first ever successful catch.
Dad forced you to hold the fish while he photographed you, and you turned towards the lake to chuck it back you caught sight of Nick watching you. You raised the fish above your head momentarily like some sort of trophy and then threw it back, heading into the campervan to wash your hands. You hadn’t anticipated just how gross the fish would feel. As you exited out the campervan, you saw your Father speaking with Nick, he must have walked round after seeing your little celebration.
“See, I told you it more fun when you actually catch stuff. You did great!” Nick was grinning at you the whole time he spoke and you felt your cheeks flush, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck with one hand.
“Thanks. It was mainly Dad who did all the work though, I didn’t have a clue.” You Dad denied the praise and doubled down on Nicks compliment.
“Why don’t you come round to my patch for a little bit and I’ll teach you some of the tricks I was telling you about?” You looked at your Dad for permission, despite being a fully fledged adult, and he laughed, shooing you away.
“We got to fish together and you caught something, that’s been a dream of mine for years sweetheart. If Nick thinks he can show you some cool tricks then go for it, you can come back here later and impress me with them.” You smiled and grabbed together your stuff, giving your Dad a quick kiss on the cheek before you and Nick walked round to his Campervan. You set your chair up, and waved across to your Dad, at least you could still see each other, it made you feel less guilty about leaving him during your father-daughter weekend.
You stayed with Nick for 3 Hours, and caught 2 more fish in that time, holding them up high for your dad to see both times. And both times he rewarded you with a thumbs up and you grinned a little brighter. You and Nick made small talk between catches and you discovered that he was the drummer in a band, you’d never heard of them and you didn’t want to listen to music near the lake. So, you had to take his word for it that his band was good. Nick told you that loud noises could ‘scare the fish away’. You thought he might have been winding you up, but he’d looked pretty serious and straight faced when he said it. Apparently his band was on a few day break from touring and that’s how he’d found himself here, at a lake in Colorado.
You and Nick exchanged phone numbers, and he helped you carry all your gear back round to your Father’s campervan. Getting you re-set up, before heading back round to his own spot.
“Well any man that likes fishing, and can inspire you to decide to take up the hobby gets a tick in my book.” You flushed red again, shaking your head.
“He’s sweet, but he said he’s in a band, they’re just on a short break from tour. I’ll probably never get to see him again.”
“Oh come on, kids and all their technology nowadays, I’m sure you and him will figure something out. If you think it’s worth it?” You sucked your lower lip into your mouth at the question and thought about how Nicks hands had felt on yours as he’d helped you reel in your second catch of the day. His chest had been pressed up firm against your back, whispering encouragement and pieces of advice into your ear as he let go of your hands, his hands had rested on your elbows then, ready to spring back into action if you needed him. But you’d managed to reel the fish in the rest of the way and he’d told you how proud of you he was, pulling you into a soft hug after you’d released the fish back into the water. He had been sweet and gentle the whole time, asking you just as many questions as you’d asked him, despite his life being way more interesting than yours. You looked up at your Dad as you came to an answer, nodding your head.
“I think it might be worth it.” You caught one more fish that afternoon before you decided to call it a day, the sun had begun to set and the night air felt cold. You’d heard lots of people describe this time of day as some of the best for fishing, but as you curled yourself up under your blanket on your camping chair, watching silhouettes of people around the lake, you questioned how anything could be worth standing out in the cold for.
“How about I run down the store and grab some stuff for a barbecue tonight? Since we need to celebrate your first catch!” You nodded and went to lift the blanket off your legs so you could stand.
“No, no, you wait here. I won’t be long.” As he headed off towards the store, you decided to pack your gear away in the campervan. You weren’t going to do anymore fishing tonight, especially not if you were having a couple drinks, and you didn’t want to leave it out here overnight. One thing your father had successfully taught you was how to take everything apart and put it away, so you took down his fishing rig too and packed it in the campervan next to yours. You changed your clothes to something a little warmer for the evening while you knew you had a few minutes of privacy and as you headed back outside the Campervan you could smell the barbecue already fired up, and hear voices chatting away. As you rounded the side, you came across your father chatting with Nick about fishing, both of them holding a beer.
“I thought I’d invite Nick to celebrate with us, since he started this whole thing.” Nick had changed out of his flannel shirt and ripped jeans from earlier, to a grey cable knit jumper and a pair of black jeans that weren’t ripped. He looked wholesome. He handed you a beer from the crate at his feet and smiled.
“I don’t think I can take all the credit. She basically did most of the work herself.” You took the beer from his fingers and twisted off the cap as they turned the conversation back to fishing. You didn’t have much input to add, so you reclaimed your seat on your camping chair and watched them both chatting away. As you brought the bottle up to your lips, you realised that the scene in front of you was a glimpse of what your future could look like. If you and Nick, or Folio as he’d told you his friends called him, ended up dating, you’d probably have to do a lot more fishing. And maybe these yearly trips with your Dad, could become a more regular thing. You decided then that figuring out a way to make this work with Nick would definitely be worth it.
As the first batch of food was done, they finished their conversation and finally came and took a seat with you. Your Father apologising for getting too wrapped up in all the fishing talk, after all this was supposed to be a celebration for you. You all clicked your bottles together, as a cheers to your first catch. And then settled into an easy conversation about your lives.
“So, apparently you’re a drummer in a band?” Nick nodded, chewing his food before responding, giving a brief overview of the music they made.
“Should we put some on? A bit of background noise while we eat?” You remembered your conversation with Nick from earlier and opened your mouth to speak.
“Oh, well Nick said the fish-”
“Oh, well Nick said the fish-“ Your dad mimicked you, copying your tone of voice and the way you were sat. You couldn’t help but grin and Nick burst out laughing next to you.
“I’ve been trying to teach you to fish for years. And all it took was for a pretty boy to flash you a single smile and suddenly you’re an expert?” His tone was light but your cheeks flushed crimson when he called referred to Nick as pretty.
“She never told me she thought I was pretty.” Nicks voice came from next to you, sounding all cocky and sure of himself. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, he was looking at you, grinning again, all teeth. You turned to face him once you thought your blush had subsided, smiling shyly. You Dad had stood and turned his back to you both, pretending like he was busy with the barbecue. You thanked him mentally.
“So, you think I’m pretty?” His voice was low, much like it had been when he’d been whispering in your ear. All you managed was a nod, before he brought one hand up to your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin.
“Can I kiss you?” You took in a sharp inhale at his question and mumbled out a quiet and breathy ‘Yes.’ His lips connected with yours, soft and delicate, moving against each other like you were both afraid the other would have a change of heart. Your hands had reached over to curl into his jumper and the movement was enough for him to finally deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping against your lower lip, asking for entry. You opened your mouth, just as you both heard your father clear his throat, pulling apart from each other with a smile. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl.
“I’m going to turn around in like 3 seconds. If everyone can be fully clothed and keep their hands to themselves that would be great. Don’t want to have to kick your ass Nick.” You both grinned, sitting back in your chairs, laughing together as your Dad turned to face you both.
“Another beer?” You both said yes at the same time and your Dad passed them across. The moment may have passed, but the soft lingering looks from Nick, and the way his fingers brushed your knee when he knew your Dad wasn’t looking was enough for you to know that the moment wasn’t gone forever.
This was definitely worth trying to figure out.
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Hello Sir! I know you can help me with my problem. Soon new year, and in new year I want become big brut hairy bear, with bald head. I ready pay any price for it. Can you help me in this question?
You couldn't necessarily tell by looking at Liam. But he was already 19 years old. He constantly had to show his ID. He was annoyed. At least he wasn't ugly. On the contrary. He had hundreds of followers on TikTok. But most of them thought he was a kid. No one believed that he had finished school and wanted to start training as a draughtsman the following year. When he asked a construction company for an internship until then, they told him that they didn't accept underage trainees.
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"Guys, how old do you think I am? And what can I do to be thought of as older?" Liam added to his new pic. Comments poured in. bears_and_boys_1982 sent him a link. Looked interesting. Probably something similar to FaceApp, Liam thought. He downloaded the app. And nothing happened. One of his buddies had replied that he should meet them for a cigarette and a beer at the bus stop. If he smoked enough, he would soon look older too. Liam laughed, put on his fake Moncler jacket and set off to meet his mates.
It was already after 11 p.m. and Liam was just about to turn out the lights when his cell phone beeped. "Installation complete, defining profile" was on the display. What the hell? Ah, the app from the bear and boy guy, Liam remembered. Let's see. It really was something similar to FaceApp. And it seemed to be free. You could capture a whole range of things. Age, occupation, hobbies, weight, height. Liam played around a bit. But it was awkward to use, the interfaces were old-fashioned, and there were no pictures or graphics anywhere. Liam lost the fun pretty quickly. He was also tired. He locked the phone, put it on the bedside table, turned off the light and soon fell asleep. The cell phone buzzed a few times during the night. Messages lit up. "Settings saved", "Target defined" and finally "Transformation started". After that, there was silence. Until the alarm clock rang at 04:30.
Quietly, so as not to wake his parents, Liam went to the bathroom. This internship was exhausting, but also fun. He was assigned to the bricklayers. Actually, he would have preferred to do something in the office on the computer. But his colleagues were nice and he had the feeling that working in the fresh air was good for him. Showering before work was silly. Liam sprayed some Axe under his arms, brushed his teeth and set off. The bus always picked him up at 05:00 and drove him to the construction site with the other colleagues.
After work, Liam drove back to his parents' house. His father needed help building the new carport. In other words, Liam was supposed to build a new carport. Initially, Liam's parents had grumbled that Liam didn't want to study, but only wanted to be a craftsman. Nowadays, the two wizened academics were happy that at least one of the family knew how to work. Before it got dark, Liam prepared the concrete for the foundations, dug the holes for the foundations, built the formwork and poured the foundations for the carport. Tomorrow he would install the support beams. Liam declined his mother's offer to stay for dinner. He had an appointment with a few colleagues for a beer. And even though the work had been exhausting enough, he would still like to go to the gym for an hour beforehand. He was increasingly developing a paunch from too much beer and too much junk food.
Life on the construction site was a man's world. The containers were small and stuffy. Especially for a colossus like Liam. The bunk bed, where Liam slept downstairs for safety reasons, was hardly more spacious than in a submarine. The air reeked of sweat, beer and male farts. But mostly also of cum and testosterone. Liam loved this world. He was almost always sorry to go back home at the weekend. Here there was always the opportunity for a quick fuck or a blowjob, just like tonight in the shower room. The apprentice looked almost greedily at Liam's fat, cheesy and uncut cock. It didn't matter whether colleagues were about to join him. At best, an orgy would develop.
The weekend at last. Liam had been a foreman on the construction site for a long time, but his boss still called him home at weekends to do smaller jobs. Hehehe, Liam knew what these tasks were. As a rule, his boss's wife wasn't at home on weekends like that. The boss would then cover the beds with the leather sheets that he hid from his wife in the tool shed and Liam would then fuck him on the sheets, in the hot tub or on the kitchen table.
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He always felt a little uncomfortable in his boss's house. He hated the pictures of that princess who died a hundred years ago hanging at the shithouse. And he constantly had to be careful not to lose any of his body hair or beard, which could make his boss's wife suspicious. And Liam was constantly losing hair everywhere. Especially from his head. But Liam also didn't give a shit about his boss's problems. There was a good commission for the weekend work. And there was also commission if he pissed standing up and didn't lift up the toilet seat or if he shot his cum on the carpet while he was cumming. The rest wasn't his problem. By the time his boss's wife came back from the yoga weekend, he was long back in his man cave. With a bit of luck, with the hot apprentice's head between his thighs.
Pic of the former Liam found @toughukladz and pic of the current Liam found @eurobeef
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marice23top · 10 months
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Chapter 1- Hobie Brown X Deadpool(fem) Reader
Taglist: @leothesquishy @notbluees @shslsimpette @feverish-dove​ @lauryn2theelectricboogaloo​
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“Helloooo readers, how are you guys doing… I'm hoping you said good if not well then I hope that this little monologue from me will make feel better.”
“ So I have to tell my story well. It's pretty simple. First, my dad worked at Oscorp and basically worked under the president,President Osborn. What he didn't know was that the president was a psychopath who wanted to make super soldiers and well lets just say it didn't end well on bring your daughter work day.”
 “ The next thing I know is I'm being thrown out of a very tall building. I'm not kidding, the building was like 1000 feet tall cause I was falling for some time then I black out.
I awoke meeting my bestie,Hobo. Get it cause he’s an orphan and homeless.
Oh and we both found out that I can heal super fast and basically can't die. Don’t question how we figured it out or maybe question that, probably the only reason was I was still alive after being physically thrown out of a very large building.
But I continue and  me and my bestie Hobo live our lives. Yknow him and I both know being orphans and all that …
Cause I don't really know where my dad went and kinda don't care.
But it didn't matter until one day while me and Hobster were going to steal a few things from some bad people. But he got bit by one of these like crazy spiders Oscorp made then BAMMM! 
He has superpowers like me even though he tells me not to call what we have superpowers.  But they are.
Anyways after that me and him got this brilliant idea to use these superpowers we have and to get rid of all those dirty cops and Get rid of many things that Hobo told me that are important. But  I really didn’t care too much about it ,but  I still  help.
And that's when I became the one and only, yours trullyyyyy… wait for……wait for it……
DEADPOOLLLLLL!!!!
Yea that felt good. 
Oh and Hobiey became some spiderhero. The people call him Spiderpunk but you know hobby is,  he hates labels. That's why me and him aren’t even friends. I don't know what we are sometimes but most of the time were usually buddies.
Oh and after a few years of our gigs together and Hobster finally killing Ozzy Osborn. My little Hobster joined  basically a mafia of other spider people.
And of course I get to sometimes join his missions, against Miguel's wishes. And the most fun part is going to other dimensions and l finding other me’s out there too. I am so cool, we Deadpools even have our own little academy full of us. Heard it from another Deadpool.
Woah! I’ve been talking for so long you probably want to see Hobby.  But don’t worry you’ll see him in the next chapter. So that means you have to come back to see me if you want to see Hobo got it.Cool . 
Well then see you guys lateeerrr and you'll see mister Hobo later as well. I guess.
Bye Bye.
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rahonn · 4 months
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A/N: Gobble up the angst my children
Pairing: Eustass Kid x reader (no pronouns mentioned!)
Word count: 3511
Trigger warning: mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, toxic relationship, a bit of crime
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He never intended for anything to come out the way it did. Foul smell of burned meat invaded his nostrils, clinging to every inch of his exposed skin. And once again, alone and angry, he threw the plates against the wall. Mashed potatoes, looking more like a soup, ran down the ugly greyish paint, slab of overcooked beef slapped hard against the floor soon after. This was the drop of grease that started the fire. Low rumble started deep within his chest, making him vibrate all over. Soon, he was roaring like a hurt animal, throwing things all around, smashing plates, stomping on the utensils, throwing chairs. One of them smashed the window and fell out. Someone screamed right before wood broke into pieces against the concrete. Not even five minutes later someone started to bang on his front door, but he didn’t even hear them. Blue and red lights flashed outside accompanied by deafening sirens of two police cars and only then he stopped, suddenly feeling empty.
All that was left of Eustass Kidd were ashes and acrid smoke.
He was never the one to be interested in love. Not after they killed Victoria. They were young, sure, but the fact police never even bothered to open an investigation messed him up real good. Only other person he could count on whatever happened was Killer. With time, Wire and Heat joined their fucked up duo-turned-group. They caused a lot of ruckus around town, they were a violent bunch. Only thing they were really good at was producing noise and fixing or recycling electronics and car parts. So they leaned into it, putting their anger at the state of the world into making money from fixing whatever they could that they later spent on studio and crappy instruments.
They sounded awful at first, but that’s how they felt. Nothing made sense in this fucked up world, why should their music do?
By complete chance they found themselves in the middle of the woods, drinking. Being still underage, this was one of few places police wouldn’t catch them. The sound they never expected there suddenly appeared – raspy, sonorous voice boomed all around them. They listened awfully familiar lyrics, perfect rendition of one of the bands they drew inspiration from. Peeking out at the main trail from behind some bushes, they saw young human dressed in all black, with tattered leather jacket on, few sizes too big and bovvy boots not even tied up.
That was the day their group got a new member and Eustass Kidd felt something move in his chest the second mesmerizing eyes looked at him. The smile light up his world. Nothing got fixed, it didn’t work like that. But Kidd started to change, bit by bit.
He started showing off more, expecting a praise from their new member. And he often got it. Everyone, him included, saw they were smitten, just head over heels for Eustass. They looked at him like he was the best this world could produce and he liked it. He got addicted to this feeling of being needed so desperately. He became their air, their water, their food, hobby and job. He was their everything. They were his obsession, but he would never, ever, say it out loud.
And maybe that’s where he went wrong.
All the times they practiced, drank the night away, went out to vandalize something or just to walk around, they tried to glue themselves to his side. He made fun of them a lot for it, they laughed it off. They loved him unconditionally. He called in the middle of the night? They soon stood on his doorstep, all sweaty and barely able to breathe. He told them to get him something? They would move heaven and earth to get it, even if it meant stealing or committing fraud. Or robbing someone. He wanted a star? They would somehow get into spaceship, burn their hands and destroy themselves, just to bring it down to him even if it was the last thing they’d do.
It was unhealthy, their relationship. Kidd, basking in the power he held over them, often poked fun at them, made fun of them. They laughed at it too, even though Killer and the rest tried to stop Eustass from saying such things. They were part of their small army, it was them against the world after all.
But one day, they became distant. All of a sudden Kidd lost his sun, his moon and the stars. His heart shifted, but he was too prideful to reach out, to ask what was happening. How furious he became after he saw they interacted with the rest of their band like earlier, before they decided on the name. What he didn’t know was they also slowly withdrew from the rest as well. It started with ignoring their texts, missing few practices here and there. Then it became more frequent. And when Killer, most emotionally mature out of all of them, asked what was wrong, they told him only about wanting to leave the band. Once Kidd heard it, his heart turned to stone. He jumped on his bike and drove straight to their house, forgetting about speed limits or even his helmet. He was furious, but cold. And he didn’t scream at them when they opened the door. Coldly he asked if it was true, if they were betraying the band like that.
If they were betraying him like that, but that part stayed silent.
Once shining eyes sparkling whenever he came into room, now looked at him without much emotion, dull and bland. They confirmed, they were indeed thinking about leaving to pursue higher education.
“We can’t play around like that for much longer. We need to grow up, sooner or later. I’m choosing now as my time of change.”
He spit on their shoes and with pure disgust he told them to never show their face near him. And that was that. He was hurt, he was furious, he felt betrayed once again. For the second time in his life, human he loved died in his eyes. This wasn’t the rebellious, up to anything person he met all those years before.
And they disappeared from the face of the earth after that, leaving black hole where Kidd’s heart once has been. The echo of their voice haunted him, whole band was missing them. But all members respected their decision. Only one that badmouthed them was Eustass, who put even more energy into their music, for the first time in very long with empty space near microphone. He forbade all Victoria Punk’s members from even talking about getting a replacement.
“We’ll manage without another leech just waiting to betray us.”
But when they caught the eye of one of bigger alternative labels, Killer sat Kidd down and talked to him for hours. That this was their chance of making it big and getting their story out there, shining a light at fucked up sides of this world. That he really needed to let them go already. They chose different path in life and that’s fine. It didn’t mean Kidd should let it hold him back from excelling in life. Eustass, after long few minutes of silence, said he got it, he’d find the vocalist soon.
First truly big concert was just ahead of them and he would make sure it’d make them talk of the country, if not the world. Stacks of song lyrics piled up under his bed, almost spilling out from there and their new frontman would sing them. After first fifteen minutes, they were already sweaty, giving their all. With guitar pick between his fingers, Kidd grabbed the mic, looking out into the crowd for a second, before closing his eyes and letting his voice carry through the air. With each word he got out there, he felt shield, carefully placed over his heart, bend, twist a bit and crack. Every song healed him just a little bit more, leaving him in the pit full of only sadness.
He missed them, their laugh, their eyes, the way they put all their energy into whatever they were doing. For maybe the first time in his life, when panting, covered in sweat he looked at the mass of bodies jumping and obeying his every word, he looked at his band, his best friends and smiled sadly. He walked over to Killer, who thought that maybe he wanted to change the song they were about to play. But Kidd just grabbed his bicep and looked deep into his eyes.
“I love them, Killer. And I need them back.”
As if lightning struck, Victoria Punk got their second, third, fourth and fifth big show, propelling them forward faster than it was necessary. Suddenly, they were doing interviews, got their own merch, started selling VIP tickets, had meet-and-greets with fans who cried and screamed upon seeing them.
Kidd made it his mission to find them though. He took out the songs they wrote and along with the band he mastered them, refusing to let even one word in them change. He hoped that maybe if they made it big enough, if they started to use their lyrics, they’d come to one of the shows. Because frankly, Eustass didn’t even know where to start looking for them.
The only time he wasn’t thinking about them were times when he snorted some coke or fucked someone. And it became his comfort, cushioning yet another fall after failed attempt of finding his love. It became his new habit, his new addiction to get rid of his old one – them.
Kidd started taking more drugs any of the guys from Victoria Punk even saw in their whole life. He often caught him mumbling to himself, off in his own world, their name leaving his lips all too often. Kidd smiled softly, staring into the void while sitting on the couch and talked under his breath about ‘how good it was to have them back’. And it scared Killer to no end. Soon, only he was allowed to enter Eustass’ room so the others wouldn’t know the extend of the damage done. He tried to pick the pieces of his best friend and mend them together, he searched all over for them, thinking maybe it would help. He even hired private investigator when all leads came up dry. All to pull Kidd back from the edge on which he balanced for the longest time.
And when investigator produced fresh photo of them, Killer relayed this message onto sober Kidd, rare occurrence these days. But Eustass looked at him with empty, sunken eyes and just smiled, not believing a word he said. Killer slapped the photo down with number hastily scribbled on the back of it and ordered his best friend to call them, then and there. To amuse his partner, Kidd grabbed his phone in trembling hands and pressed few buttons.
Phone ringed for a long time. And finally someone picked up making both men freeze on the spot.
“Hello? Who is this?”
No doubt, it was their voice. But Kidd panicked, because what would he even say? That he wanted them back? After all those years of no contact?
The voice whispered softly on the other end: “Kidd? No, there’s no way, right?” they laughed to themselves and cut off the call, leaving Eustass Kidd curled up on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, already deciding he’d go completely sober, he’d return to his old self and call again.
And he did just that. He got clean, cut off contact with all prostitutes he got to know for all those years. The whole time he nervously scribbled down and erased lines of his confession. The only outlet ever to his emotions became writing songs and singing them with all his chest. Once lead guitarist, now vocalist, Kidd composed the best song his band ever produced.
All to convey his feelings to them, to get them back.
It was first concert of their tour celebrating 30th anniversary of creating Victoria Punk. They managed to pull of starting the tour in the town they lived now instead in their hometown. Killer sent them VIP ticket that included meet-and-greet. In the envelope there was also long letter, describing how whole band felt it was time to maybe reconcile, how they all regretted the day they parted ways. Everything now depended on whether or not they wanted to meet their old friends.
Eustass Kidd thought he would maybe make dinner just to heat it up when he’d inevitably would bring them back to the apartment rented just for the time being, until Victoria Punk stayed in town. He decided to make something simple, so it wouldn’t take a lot of time to heat up, but also would taste good.
Suddenly, after almost 20 years of playing all over the world, he became nervous. He prepared everything, this was about to be greatest show of all the time, ending with his confession.
They walked on the stage, immediately getting into their positions. Instruments were ready, their hearts were ready. The show began without any problems, they rocked the whole stadium like they always did. Whole hour he searched the rows closest to the stage, VIP places where people could still mosh, but were separated from the rest. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spotted familiar sign. He saw that line over and over again, motive repeating in their songs, the handwriting that haunted him in his dreams.
You catch me when I fall, we sail off in the night
The last song Victoria Punk performed was a cover, most fitting to the title of their tour ‘For you’.
“I’m sure you’ll like our rendition of Starset’s song Die For You” Kidd smirked right into the microphone. He tried to convey his feelings the whole time he stood on this stage. Tearing his throat to shreds, he heard Killer slamming the drums with all his might. Wire broke guitar pick, Heat almost sobbed while delivering the bass line. And when the song ended, whole stadium erupted into cheers, believing this was the end of the show. They all let them believe it, walking backstage. But Kidd only waited for lights to be turned off. He grabbed acoustic guitar he held onto from the day all Victoria Punk’s members signed it, laughing about selling it once they’d be famous.
But Kidd grabbed it and walked back on stage. He sat on the edge with guitar close to his chest and struck a chord. Single reflector snapped on, finding him in a flash. Kidd found the sign he saw earlier and smiled.
“This last song is, and will be, unreleased one. I took a long time to try and convey my feelings since I’m shitty talker. The person this song is to knows who they are. And they are here tonight.” Murmur spread through the crowd, he could swear he saw their eyes light up just. Just like in the good, old days. Suddenly, people vanished, all that was left was Kidd, the guitar and them right there, clutching a sign to their chest.
I sleep on my dreams, living in a nightmare
It hurts, you see, when you’re not here
There’s no past and no future
So, tell me when, when to let go
When to let you go and keep living
Without air, without fire, without soul
So, tell me when, when to let go
When to let you go and keep living
He sang his heart out, holding an eye contact with the one that grabbed his heart and ran all those years ago. And when he was done, he thanked everyone and straight up ran backstage, preparing for meet-and-greet. He made sure security knew who with what ticket number to bring to the back where the table was set up with snacks and five chairs around it for original squad of Victoria Punk to talk in private.
They sped through meeting their fans, making sure they all knew how grateful all members were for them to be there. But Kidd could only think about them, probably already sitting at the table, all nervous, looking around, playing with their hands to let out some of their feelings just a bit. How confused he was when he walked to the back all smiley and happy just to find the table completely empty. There was no one there. Killer, Wire and Heat went around, asking the crew and security where was the person with this specific ticket number.
“Yeah, they were here, but all they wanted was for me to give this to you all” one of the guards said, holding out four envelopes, each with different name on it. Kidd, still in shock, couldn’t move. Killer grabbed two last envelopes from guy’s hand and smacked Eustass on the back.
“Let’s go, partner” he said, sadness tainting his voice. Kidd let him lead him all the way to the car. Whole drive to the apartment, he held onto the envelope with his name scribbled on tightly, as if it could fly away at any second. Killer helped him get out of the car and made Kidd give him all valuables. “Just to be sure you won’t have anything to buy drugs with” he whispered, explaining himself, but Eustass automatically just put everything onto outstretched hand. He even shrugged off custom-made leather jacket before marching up the stairs.
He closed the door, mechanically turning on the oven to heat up the dinner he made. And he sat down on the couch, envelope in hand. He stared at it for the longest time before carefully pulling out card from the inside.
Dear Kidd,
Words already started dancing and merging together, but somehow, he was able to read it. Slowly, line after line, he read about their feelings. How hurt they were, how he treated them like a dog, using their admiration to make himself make feel better, how they finally decided to cut him off because their mental health was lower than the floor back then. And how hopeful they were he’d maybe contact them once they heard about Victoria Punk’s first CD, how they spent fortune going to all shows they played in their country, how they saw him spiraling and then getting back up, how proud they were, how they wrote countless letters to him, but never sent anything in the end. And how happy they were to receive invitation to this show with VIP tickets and handwritten note from Killer, how they missed all members of their little rascal band from their past, how nice it was to know they still thought about them.
And I never told you this, but I’m sure you knew already. I loved you. All this time, I loved you like crazy. And honestly, I still love you. But I also know you better than everyone, Boss. I know you just miss having someone stuck to you like a velcro, staring up at you with limitless admiration. That’s all. You were honestly my everything. My world, my air, my water, my hobby, my job, my soul. But it’s too little too late.
I’m sorry, I didn’t want to say those things like that, but I know I would cave in if I saw you in person. I would fall to my knees and beg you to take me with you, make me a part of Victoria Punk once again. But I know I would never be loved by you. Not in the way Victoria was, not in the way I deserve to be loved. You would, at most, make me your mascot again, just like you did when we were kids.
I am happy now.
Kidd smashed the mirror in the bathroom, no longer able to look at himself.
I found a guy that loves me and treats me with respect.
Sink got ripped out of the wall and thrown on the floor, smashed to pieces.
I wish I could kiss you and tell you I love you one time.
He looked out the window, contemplating the jump.
But please, let’s leave it in the past.
But the door got kicked in, police swarmed the apartment.
I miss you terribly, wishing it was you who I slept by every night.
By the time they got to him, he blacked out from the blood loss, his left arm bent weird in four different places.
I love you, Kidd, like I never loved, love or will love anyone.
He woke up in the hospital, staring up at the ceiling, his heart of steel laying in the pool of tears.
Please, forget about me.
Killer, Wire and Heat stood by his side when he got the news – they had to amputate most of his left arm, which meant no more shows for a little while.
Forever yours.
But that didn’t matter anymore, since his heart that lived for music, slowly got eaten away by the rust.
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eiilese · 9 months
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Love the designs and descriptions you did for the straw hats!! I do want to ask, since they all have different roles and skills do they meet the crew at different points in the story? Like, since Robin is the shipwright would she have met the crew at Water 7 or would it still be Alabasta but under different circumstances? Since she’s not an archeologist she wouldn’t have been raised on O’Hara, right?
Just curious to see what your thoughts are😊 - thanks.
thank you so much for the ask!! sorry this took so long to answer it took awhile to gather my ideas. i’m so happy with how well this au thing was received ;u; TY to people who left tags and replies!! i read everything 🫶
here is the original post for role swap! this post has explanations for backstories! i really did try to have drawings to go with everything but i burned out as this month went on so not every character has doodles :(
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i kept everything mostly the same in terms of when the strawhats meet each person. i didn’t want to change too much to avoid changing important character moments that happen in canon
this isn’t a super heavy rewrite, there’s a lot of backstory to juggle and i’m not equipped to write such an in-depth au rn 😭 but i might make separate posts for arcs like water 7 or wci!! though i kept a lot of backstory the same theres a lot of rewrite potential for those sagas
i hope these are fun to read about nonetheless ^_^ i included some stuff from @flute-of-pan pan and @onethousandsunnies because they left tags on the original post that were cool ideas
nami, vice capt.
not much changes!! instead of forcing her to chart maps, arlong might just have her around as a servant girl. regardless, the deal to buy back cocoyashi village still stands and nami works hard for it
generally i think her selflessness and loyalty to her village makes her fit to be a vice captain. she looks out for people at her own detriment and was willing to take the fall for such much ahhh
in my opinion she’s good vice captain material!! perhaps a cowardly one but still reliable. also a good treasurer for the crew as always
zoro, cook
zoro grew up training to be a swordsman and competes against kuina, but he also has a knack for cooking as a hobby. he’s mostly the same but sanji’s “stuck on a rock in the middle of the ocean with zeff” happens to him instead (flute-of-pan suggested the cook always suffers the fate of starvation)
kuina decides to run away and zoro is roped into her plans. it goes wrong and they get stranded on a rock, eventually arguing and ending up on opposite sides of the rock with the little food they brought
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zoro finds out kuina gave him everything they had soon after she stops replying to him. he’s rescued thanks to kuina’s dad, who tracked them down with vivre cards. kuina’s had long since burned up
similar to canon, zoro continues striving to become the world’s strongest after her death. i think this backstory coupled with him eating those stomped riceballs at the very beginning of the story is so….(GESTURE) it’s very reminiscent of sanji’s no-waste-policy which he would absolutely also have
sanji, sniper
germa 66 has a mafia aesthetic now 👍i only have the willpower to draw reiju here she ended up kind of cluttered but i like my vision
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sanji’s backstory is mostly the same: he and his siblings are genetically modified to be the perfect soldiers, but he had a kind nature that made him the target of abuse. after reiju helps him escape, he ends up with zeff and worked as a janitor. zeff loses his leg while trying to save sanji in a maritime accident; though they don’t get stranded anywhere, sanji has to be indebted to him somehow
when the baratie is opened, he works as a busser/guard against unruly guests. flute-of-pan mentioned that he could fire the canons of the ship
when the strawhats meet him on the baratie, sanji still gives don krieg’s crew food. i don’t think his kindness around that would disappear just bc he doesn’t have a whole starving incident
usopp, navigator
on top of bluffing about being the leader of a huge pirate army, he would create fake maps and brag to everyone in syrup village (especially kaya) about these places he so evidently visited. kaya loved his drawings even if the places weren’t real
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his dream is to create a Real map of the whole world, not a fake map that he makes up out of stories. drafting the real world makes him a brave explorer of the seas, which he also wants to become :)
when the strawhats meet him, they were basically relying on nami’s limited sailing skills to get around. not only do they get the going merry but they have a real, reliable navigator now! AND he’s multitalented B)
chopper, helmsman
from a young age he set his sights on sailing the seas to escape from the isolation he faced on drum island. he would routinely make little boats for himself to escape the island on, failing each time, and hiriluk would always nurse him back to health
instead of studying to be a doctor, chopper has a general desire to be helpful and acted as an assistant to hiriluk’s medical endeavors
both flute-of-pan and onethousandsunnies pitched that chopper studied stuff like ocean currents!! overall he studied the ocean real hard but would never leave the island without hiriluk
hiriluk’s death would glue him to doctor kureha’s side and it isn’t until the strawhats come that he has the courage to embark on a new journey
franky, muscian
bro grew up running around water 7 trying to get people to join his band. tom and iceberg are still his family. his shipbuilding skills don’t go past an amateur level in this au. he would develop a line of dinky guitars (or instruments in general) that also had lasers/canons/confetti in them. his dream is A FRANKY WORLD TOUR 🤞FREE ADMISSION
many of his weaponized instruments littered the shipyard, spandam uses them in his attack
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after the whole tom/spandam situation unfolds, iceberg is the one to find and reconstruct franky into a cyborg after getting run over by the sea train. but he won’t implement piano key abs no matter how much franky asks 🙄
the newly formed franky family protect the city and throw unsolicited concerts in the middle of the street B)
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robin, shipwright
though she’s not an archeologist, she still grew up on ohara! instead of archeology, she’s a gifted engineer. her devil fruit made her an outcast and her strange, misunderstood inventions did not help her case
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when jaguar d saul gets stranded on ohara, robin constructs the raft for him :) the buster call unfolds the same as canon except this time, everyone’s actually not lying when they say robin can’t read poneglyphs! she never learned!! again flute-of-pan had the cool idea that she is wrongly accused. still, she’s pursued and branded as a devil child
she ends up with crocodile, who believes she can read poneglyphs. she takes advantage of this and earns his protection from the government but her ruse is uncovered when she lies to croc about what alabasta’s poneglyph says (girl cannot read that!)
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robin dreams of creating a ship that can carry her and the friends she wishes to have. after meeting robin in alabasta she joins the strawhats!!
brook, doctor
he was the doctor of the rumbar pirates. an injured laboon came to like brook after he nursed him back to health!! when yorki became sick from disease brook tried his hardest to cure him, but failed :(
he was doomed to watch his crewmates die to poison that he cannot hope to cure because he himself was also dying. when he came back thru his fruit it was already too late :( the rumbar pirates Do record a song for laboon though this event cannot be edited 🤞
met in thriller bark; ik that’s a long ass time to go without a real doctor on board
by the time they meet brook everyone’s already so battered that he has to go to town on them with gauze and stitches. the company delights him ^_^
jinbei, archeologist
i mentioned this in the first post abt this au but his interest in history sparked thanks to the history of joyboy and fishman island being so intertwined. at some point in his youth, jinbei frequently visited ohara (prior to the buster call) and grew a strong relationship with the scholars there (i’m just assuming they wouldn’t be racists 🤪) he runs into robin a handful of times
he secretly learns how to read poneglyphs here leading up to the buster call. he wasn’t on the island when it happened so he managed to avoid robin’s fate
his story proceeds the same from there with the neptune army, joining fisher tiger, meeting koala, etc…
i enjoy the idea of getting invited to be a warlord by the government while simultaneously being one of the most wanted people in the world for knowing poneglyph secrets
also i’m sorry if there are things i forgot about or details that don’t make sense >—>o
the anime’s pacing has ruined my enthusiasm for awhile lol and i’ve consumed a lot of media since catching up!! everyone’s backstories/canon events aren’t too fresh in my memory but i did some researching to remedy it 🫡
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anna1306 · 1 year
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Hey, I saw your Quarry asks were open! Could I possibly request one with reader and Nick? Maybe they get separated from the rest of the counselors after he’s been infected, things get a lil spicy with the whole “werewolf brain” kicking in(however you’re comfortable portraying that), but once the others catch up to you, their presence start to make things dangerous? Thank you!
It may have ended up a lil too spicy 🫢
Devour you
Nick Furcillo x Reader
Warnings: mention of blood, smut (18+), possessiveness
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There were times when you said that you liked horror movies. Especially ones like Friday the 13th, when group of people got stuck in the woods and were chased by some kind of maniac. You hated it now.
The summer was so good, it started good. You loved the whole time you got to spend in the Hackett's Quarry. You got yourself new friends, new hobbies, unique experience and most importantly... Nick. You got really close to each other after all this time. Romantically close after some time.
So when you learned that you got another night here, you didn't even think about panic of Mr.H. You were just glad that you got to spend another night closer to Nick. It was great opportunity to spend some time together without a single worry about your day-to-day life.
And then... The chaos ensued.
You still didn't understand fully what was going on. One moment you were sitting near the bonfire, having fun, and the other moment Nick was bleeding, being seriously wounded. You took him to the lodge with others, helping him to the best of your abilities. And when your friends went away to take some supplies and possibly call for help, you stayed back with him. And even there you couldn't be safe.
"There's someone there." Nick whispered to you, suddenly alerted. You looked at the door and darted to it, closing it just in case. When you turned around, Nick was already trying to sit up. You helped him out, carefully holding his shoulders. "We need to get out."
"You sure that there is someone?" You asked him suspiciously, and Nick nodded quickly. "Alright. But the others..." You reminded him of other councelors, who could still be in the lodge. Nick shook his head, grasping your forearms.
"Someone is close. They are far. They won't be here in time." He looked at you, desperation and plea in his eyes. "I want to... I want to protect you."
"You are wounded, you need protection yourself... Shit... Alright, let's go. I will hide you and come back for them." You helped him stand up and you both got out on the street through the window. It took you some time to find your way, but you managed to do so before you heard noise from the lodge. Hurriedly, in the dark of the night, you lead him to some guest house, trying to cause as little harm to him as you could to the best of your abilities.
Once you stumbled in a house, you tugged him to the bed, placing him to sit on it. You darted back to the door, closing it and checking the windows carefully. To see if anyone was there and if this place was truly safe for the boy.
"Alright, are you okay? Does it terribly hurt? I can gonna try and find something for the wound." You came back to Nick, looking at his bloody skin, pointing a flashlight at his figure, but he only shook his head, wincing away from the light.
"I'm fine. It almost doesn't hurt." He answered, and you breathed out. You wanted nothing more, but to cuddle with him and go to sleep, forget all about the nightmares that occured here. But that was impossible. Almost a dream in these circumstances.
"Alright. I'm gonna leave you here so I can..."
"No, don't go!" Nick grabbed your hand fiercely. You winced from the sudden movement, looking at him surprised.
"I need to check on the others. They might need our help." You tried to get your hand from his grasp, but his fingers held your wrist tighter than you imagined, gripping it stronger with your every try to free yourself.
"Don't leave me. They can manage on their own, they have a gun, you don't have anything, I can't have something happen to you. I need you." He almost begged you, not wanting to let you go. You had never seen him like this, so you were frozen for couple of minutes.
"Nick... Are you sure you're alright?
"Yes, I am, I... Don't leave me, please." He pulled you closer to himself, hugging you tightly by your waist, locking you in his arms and not intending to let you go in near future.
"Nick..." Your heart clenched at the sound of his desperate voice and clinging moment. "I'm here. I just... Shit, I don't know who or what is out there. I don't want it to get to the others. Or to us while we are here alone. Our strengths are in numbers."
"I can protect you." He retorted, his face buried in your stomach. You put fingers through his hair, caressing his head.
"You are wounded, love. You need rest and help. Not to protect me." Nick glanced up at you, his eyes almost glistening in darkness.
"I am fine. And I can and I will protect you, I promise." He insisted, moving his hands lower, on your hips. You stumbled a bit from the pressure, clutching his shoulders in response to stabilize yourself.
"Nick, I got it. I'm not going anywhere, I won't leave you, you can let go of me." You smiled a bit nervously, when you noticed his eyes never wavered from your face, nor did his hands moved away from your hips.
"I know. I just can't possibly let you go." The boy whispered, tugging you to himself, so you would sit on his laps. You blushed, looking down at him in surprise.
"Nick, come on. You are wounded, we... Can be in danger. We can't do that now..." He shook his head, stubbornly reaching forward to kiss your jaw.
"I said. I will protect you." He sounded almost angry at your stubbornness, emphasizing every word. But when you took the moment to gather your thoughts, Nick just flipped you over, quickly changing the pose and looming over you on the bed.
Your breath caught up in your throat, when Nick kissed you hungrily, not losing any time. He positioned himself between your legs, and while you had been... Intimate with each other more or less before, this quick and almost aggressive pace was something new. You felt his arousal through his jeans and sensed the tension in his shoulders, as he desperately clutched your hips.
"Nick." You moaned, as soon as he pulled away from your lips. The boy moved to your neck, leaving hickeys on it. You closed your eyes, as you tried to catch your breath. "Fuck, Nick, wait..."
"Mine." He groaned, tugging at your shirt. You almost heard the sound of a ripping fabric, and you decided that it's better to wear your shirt, rather than looking for a new one here in the darkness in an unknown house, so you quickly raised your hands, letting him take it off of you.
You breathed out harshly, feeling Nick's lips on your neck. As he slowly lowered his affection on his body, you trembled. You didn't expect such passion from him, that just overcame him in an instant, seemingly out of nowhere. You put your hands in his hair, tugging at thr strands.
"Nick..." His hands were working on the zipper of your shorts, him clearly not listening to you. He pulled them down, throwing the clothes away, after that taking off his own shirt in sharp moves. "Wait... Your wound." You furrowed your brows, when you couldn't notice the traces of the bite of this strange animal on his body.
"To hell with it!" Nick retorted instantly, pressing himself into your body again. He was almost burning up, his skin was hot and you hissed. He must have had a fever. You tried again.
"Nick, wait, why are you so... Fast and pressing? I'm not going anywhere, I'm..."
"Mine. You are mine." The boy hissed, leaving feverish kisses on your skin. "You can't even imagine how you make me feel. Your voice. Your skin. Your smell. Your touch. Your kiss. I'm obsessed over you. What have you done with me?" He whispered almost panting, not stopping even for a moment, as he gripped your thighs.
"I... Fuck... Nothing." You breathed out, clutching his shoulders, giving in to him completely. He was too persistent, too hot to think about something else, was it danger or your friends. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he groaned, pressing his arousal into you.
"I will make you completely mine." He whispered, going down on you. You whimpered, covering your mouth with your hand, furrowing your brows. In response, Nick left a bite on your thigh. "I want to hear you, don't hide from me. I want everyone to hear how I make you feel."
"You've gone mad." You breathed out, looking down at Nick. You could swear that his eyes were glowing, but you weren't able to oppose it much longer. Not when he covered your sex with his mouth. "But I like it..." You moaned, closing your eyes and throwing back your head.
You put your fingers through his hair again, tugging and pulling at it, while he quite literally devoured you. He was never that eager and passionate about you. It was a whole new experience. You couldn't help but moan, losing yourself in your feelings. Nick worked fast on bringing your first orgasm, and you, overcome with tension, emotions and fear, just let yourself go. But the boy never stopped, pressing himself only more to your core.
No matter your pleas for a minute rest at least, he never stopped. The noises in the room were overwhelming, Nick seemingly enjoyed it more than he ever could apparently, his determination was astonishing and mind-blowing.
Suddenly he growled almost animal-like, his iron grip on your hips becoming tighter. You hissed from sudden discomfort mixing with your pleasure, not understanding why he suddenly became more aggressive.
"... Y/n?! Nick?!" You heard screams from the street. The guys caught up to you, and apparently it stressed out Nick to this point.
"Mine..." He groaned, his nails digging in your thighs. You whimpered and tugged him on his hair, upper, closer to you. At the same time you wrapped your fingers around his cock, trying to ease him into his own climax.
Nick growled at the touch, his grip on your thighs becoming unbearable, as he slips hand over your sex, to get you to that high. You bit through your lip, feeling metal taste.
"Mine!" He kissed you, hungrily licking at your wounded lip. His fingers worked faster, coaxing another orgasm out of you, as you crushed down in his hands. He followed you in couple of seconds, staining you with his seed.
You didn't hear, feel or see anything for several minutes straight. Pain in your body, which was mixed with the pleasure, overwhelmed you as well as your emotions of fear, lust and love. As you were coming down from your high, you heard Nick's nervous voice.
"Oh hell, oh shit, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N, I'm sorry." You opened your eyes to see frantic Nick, looking at you, seemingly frustrated at something. You lazily reached out to him, taking his hand in yours.
"Hey, what are sorry for?" You smiled lightly, looking at him tiredly. He licked his lips, gripping your fingers.
"I hurt you. There... There are bruises! Scratches! Blood... You are almost unconscious, I..."
"Nick... You made me cum. Two timeS in a row. I'm fine with little bruising." You blurted out shamelessly with almost drunk smile. His grip tightened up for a second, but he mirrored your smile.
"Nick! Y/N!" Amy's voice sounded really close, as you glanced at the door. They came really close to you.
"Shit..." You winced, when you tried to sit down. Nick furrowed his brows, as if fighting with pain, his eyes glancing over you. "Nick, give me my shorts."
"You will leave me?" He asked you, clearly unbelieving your words. You sighed, losing last crumbles of understanding about what was going on with him.
"I don't want them to see me like this. And I bet you don't want them to see me naked either." You explained quietly. Nick nodded and stood up, going straight to your shorts. You barely could see anything in the darkness, but the boy navigated his way pretty well on his own, you noted.
When he returned to you, you put on the shorts he gave you and reached for the shirt, wincing from the pain. When you stood up, you felt blood from the deep scratches Nick left on your thighs. Shit, he was honest, it must have looked awful. It felt like it. The boy watched you with pained expression on his face.
Suddenly he stood up and take his shirt off, keeping only tank top on his body. He hugged you and wrapped the piece of clothes around your waist, tying its long sleeves, so your hips would be covered.
"I'm sorry." He whispered again. But before you could say anything or move to the door, he looked at your face with that strange fire in his eyes, that was almost menacing. His voice dropped a tone "If they even dare to look at you strangely, I will kill them, take you away and devour you whole."
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baileypie-writes · 3 months
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Ahh please do fluff alphabet with velvet 😭🫶
A/N ~ I gotchu pookie🫶. Hope you enjoy!
~Velvet Fluff Alphabet~
Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together
Reader: Gender Neutral
Relationship: Romantic
Warnings: Mentions of Reader and Velvet fighting(not physical)
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A - Activities(What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)
Velvet loves going shopping with you and being at her concerts with you. She spends a lot of her time with you, as you’re pretty much the only person she doesn’t find unbearable.
B - Beauty(What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)
She loves your arms. She likes to hold onto one of them when you’re out. And of course, you hug her with them. If you have big, muscular arms, she loves them ten times more.
C - Comfort(How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)
I’m gonna be honest, Velvet is not good at comforting people. So when you’re down, she has no idea what to do. So she just keeps you company, not saying a word. She might initiate cuddles if she’s feeling bold enough.
D - Dreams(How do they picture their future with their s/o?)
The only future she thinks about is her being the biggest pop star. But of course, it wouldn’t be as fun without you, so you’re definitely in that dream.
E - Equal(Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)
She’s definitely the dominant one. If not naturally, she makes it happen. She likes bossing people around and being in charge. So it doesn’t matter if you’re passive or not, she wears the pants in the relationship.
F - Fight(Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)
Hoo boy. Y’all’s fights can get pretty heated. Velvet is very bratty and can be very mean, so that results in some quarrels.
Once the fight is over, she will not be the one to apologize. It doesn’t matter if she’s over it or not, she doesn’t want to give in.
G - Gratitude(How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)
Velvet doesn’t think about the things you do for her very often, so I wouldn’t say she acts grateful most of the time.
On occasion, she does realize your love and care. She realizes that she is lucky to have you. Though, she keeps those thought to herself.
H - Honesty(Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)
Besides the whole troll thing, she doesn’t really have any secrets. So that’s the only thing she’s hiding from you. And that won’t be something you’ll know unless Velvet really trusts you, or you find out on your own.
But other than that, she’s not really that secretive.
I - Inspiration(Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)
(This is if you’re dating her after she went to prison)
After meeting you, she’ll slowly but surely learn to work for the things she wants. Seeing you have natural talent in your hobbies inspires her to want the same thing. It takes a long time, but she’ll get better.
If you can convince her to start taking voice lessons and to practice, she’ll realize that it’s more rewarding when her skill is the result of hard work.
(This is just a possibility. This girl may actually be unredeemable)
J - Jealousy(Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)
Velvet gets jealous very easily. She even hates it when you talk to her brother for too long. She gets very grumpy, and tries to turn your attention to her instead.
K - Kiss(Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)
She’s a good kisser. Her kisses are very passionate.
Your first kiss happened when you brought her home from a date. She felt bold, and gave you a kiss goodbye. Then she went inside, shutting the door and left you alone with your shock.
L - Love Confession(How would they confess to their s/o?)
I don’t think she would confess first, but for this, let’s say she did.
I think she’d ask you out pretty casually, trying to seem calm and cool. When in reality, she’s nervous and flustered.
M - Marriage(Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)
Velvet doesn’t really think about marriage. She’d be happy to marry you, but it isn’t her main dream. If she proposes to you first, she’d make it a big thing. She’d maybe do it at one of her concerts(if she shows you’d be okay with it). The ring would be very pretty and flashy.
N - Nicknames(What do they call their s/o?)
She mostly just calls you by your name, babe, or if she’s feeling flirty, she’ll call you cutie.
O - On Cloud Nine(What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)
She talks about you a lot. Even if the conversation has nothing to do with you, she somehow always shifts the subject. Because of this, it’s pretty obvious to others that she really loves you.
P - PDA(Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)
Velvet’s pretty into PDA. She likes holding onto your arm when you’re out walking in public. She also gives you lots of cheek kisses, leaving lipstick marks. She’s not shy when others are watching. In fact, she likes the idea of everyone knowing that you’re taken.
And continuing from the last headcanon, she brags about you a lot. She’s always talking about how fun and cool you are.
Q - Quirk(Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship)
You’ll never have to worry about money when you’re dating Velvet. She has a lot of money, and she likes showing it off by buying pretty much everything for you. If you’re worried about your college tuition, she’s got you.
R - Romance(How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)
Velvet’s not super romantic. She has her sweet moments, but she thinks doing the cliché romantic things is too cheesy. So when she does decide to be romantic, she gets creative with it.
S - Support(Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)
Of course she supports you. She achieved her dream(even if her methods were kinda… evil), so why shouldn’t you? She offers ways to help you that don’t include you to put in any effort. But if you want to do it the long way, she’s fine with it.
If anyone tries to convince you to give up or that you can’t do it, she makes sure that you don’t believe them. She doesn’t want anyone telling you what you can and can’t do.
T - Thrill(Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)
Velvet’s kind of in between. She likes a routine, but the occasional new thing is also good.
U - Understanding(How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)
She knows everything about you. All your interests, hobbies, likes and dislikes. However, she’s not a very empathetic person. She doesn’t like discussing emotions, but when it comes to you, she’ll listen. She probably won’t share your same feelings, but she’ll hear you out.
V - Value(How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)
While she hates having to acknowledge the fact, you are her everything. She thought she had everything she could ever want in life, but once you came into it, she can’t imagine life without you. Money wouldn’t be the same if she couldn’t spend it with or on you anymore. And the crowd in her performances would seem empty if you weren’t there.
(This may be ooc, but whatever)
W - Wild Card(A random Fluff Headcanon)
She lives for matching with you. Matching outfits, profile pictures, nails, anything. She sometimes picked out your outfits ahead of time so it can match hers.
X - XOXO(Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)
In public she only does simple things like holding your hand, or kissing your cheek. Mostly just for the sake of showing your relationship off. But Velvet is much more affectionate when it’s just the two of you. She’ll cuddle you to death and gives way more kisses.
Y - Yearning(How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)
When Velvet misses you, everyone knows it. She’s very grouchy, often snapping at Veneer and Crimp. She’s also very bored.
Z - Zeal(Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?)
She probably won’t do anything that requires a lot of work. But if it’s a problem that can be resolved with money or some talking, she’ll do it.
So maybe not great lengths, but just lengths.
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enihk-writes · 2 months
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[before the year ends]
seasonal fics : 除夕 (chú xī) / lunar new year's eve edition
paring: various!hwasan men x gn!reader
summary: things that happen on the last day of the year.
characters: chung myung (can be read as both pbss and mhdd) // chung mun // chung jin // tang bo // tang gunak // jang ilso // jin hyeon // lee songbaek // jin geumryong // baek cheon
author's note: my personal music recommendations for the day are lovers in seoul by off the menu , hot potato by n.flying , coconut love by seoulmoon , mercury by bye bye badman and t + tik tak tok by silica gel feat. So!YoON! (doing this for fun because my other hobby is looking for new music and putting them in a playlist partly because one of my teenage dreams was to open up a cd shop in an art street or own a music-vinyl brunch cafe by the seaside ugggh but you need money like do you know how expensive seaside properties are in singapore!!! i don't have that cash!!! so i have to work!!!! fuck!!!!)
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CHUNG MYUNG doesn't like to be cooped up indoors during the festive period. so that afternoon he slipped out to visit the next town over, hearing about their night market and looking forward to getting drunk off his rocker before returning home. only to come face-to-face with you. to his credit he tried to divert your attention to slip away with a bold-faced lie but to be honest, he isn't very good at that. he ends up letting you tag along to buy your silence. which wasn't that bad of a decision — he found himself enjoying the private time he had with you more than he'd expected, like walking through the markets with pinkies interlocked, visiting taverns and teahouses getting mistaken for a couple to get discounts, even the passionate drunken kisses you both shared on the inn balcony which left him quite dazed. when he gets back he would have to have a talk with you about what happened here. though right now he's a little preoccupied with leaving marks all up your neck, hands under your clothes going to places he probably shouldn't, revelling in your embarrassment a little too much. thank goodness he had the foresight to rent out a room to stay in so the both of you could do whatever you wanted in here to the heart's content all night long.
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CHUNG MUN watches as you scurry around the sect grounds checking in on the workers who were all preparing for the banquet that was to be held over the new year. as the sect leader he shouldn't interrupt another elder's duties, but as your husband he wanted you to pay attention to him too — it was new years eve and your spouse can't even ask for some alone time with you? you were so cruel, was this how he was to spend the last day of the year? he sighed and turned back to his papers, finishing up with his own work until it was finally time for bed. you met him in the front of your shared house, he finds himself cracking a smile when you bury your face into his chest, he walks you over to sit together on the bench, where you plop your head down on his lap, very much like a certain youngest, pouring your heart out on the annoyances that you've faced today so what has your dear husband have in mind to reward their hardworking partner? the man only chuckles at your ranting, running his fingers until you fell asleep, carrying your tired body to tuck you in bed. he looks over at your peaceful form one more time, kisses your hand and leaves for his own quarters to retire for the night.
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CHUNG JIN had been pulled out from under the pile of books he's buried under to take a day off at the behest of the other elders and disciples. not knowing what to do, he hovers around your side, not really wanting to go down the mountain without a solid plan. you thought he looked a little like a lost sparrow then, so you let him stay around as you went about your day. he aided you with small tasks here and there — wasn't he supposed to be on break? old habits die hard, you supposed. he ended up helping you finish your job earlier than intended, bringing the leftovers from the kitchen along, the two of you headed down the forested path at the back of the mountain to wile away the rest of the afternoon as you ate the food and engaged in small talk about nothing in particular. the sun felt warm on your skin, and as it began to set, the sounds of the flowing stream nearby lulled the two elders into a dreamless sleep.
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TANG BO stifled a laugh as he looked at your sorry state. only an idiot falls sick on new year's eve — was what he'd told you. you wanted to strangle him right then and there, never mind that he was your husband. he offered to nurse you for the day, supposedly from the kindness of his heart. bullshit. this guy had something up his sleeve, you were so sure of it. but whatever you thought he'd do never happened. your husband truly did take care of you that whole day. he'd wipe off your cold sweat, change towels, feed you food and medication on time, among other things. you thought he'd turn over a new leaf and was just about to praise him when he snickers at you again. maybe you should get sick more often, you're so much nicer when you're quiet like this. too bad for him your fingers were faster as you shove them up his nose to choke him in retaliation. fortune favours the just. the next morning you woke up feeling good as new — your fever had gone away just in time to celebrate the new year. your husband, on the other hand, didn't seem to be doing too well, seemingly catching your cold from yesterday. hmph, serves him right for teasing you like that.
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TANG GUNAK could not catch a break even on new year's eve. there was always work to do, the world did not stop on holidays, after all. you slipped into the room quietly with refreshments in hand, hoping to get him to take a short break from his paperwork. the man had sharp ears — recognising the weighted rhythm of your footsteps even as you were on the far end of the hallway. he sets down his brush, getting up to greet you. my love, he'd call out softly, expertly placing away the tray in your hands. you laugh as he pulls you into his embrace, his face burrowing into your shoulder. you try to hug him back with as much vigour you could muster, pulling away just so you could place a few pecks on his face. it wasn't a very long break, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. he sipped on the tea you brewed, listening to your excited recounting of a new novel you had been reading. new years was a time to give thanks for the blessings in life, and he was more than thankful for the way your shoulder felt pressed against his arm as you two sat side by side.
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JANG ILSO cared little for the festivities. he wasn't in the mood for any banquet, or party or whatever loud activity. he had been itching to do something, but he couldn't pinpoint what he wanted to do and the idea of going outside annoyed him. you didn't really know, nor cared to find out about your employer's stormy tantrum going on right at that moment. unfortunately for you, you were one of his go-to people to piss off and annoy whenever he wanted to cause trouble. your boss was a temperamental man, and you always walked on eggshells around him. little did you know that you were third on his list of people he liked, so in the off chance that you did piss him off, he wasn't going to get rid of you. not that soon or quickly anyways. he barged into your office with attendants trailing behind him with boxes of drinks, food and entertainment for that evening. he was here to bother you, if you so kindly didn't mind. most of what happened was blurry — you only remembered drinking the sweet wine, going down far too easily, possibly knocking over papers and ink all over your desk and then passing out. the next time you came to, you were in a guest bedroom near your boss' own. the hangover medicine and new clothes already laid out on the table for you. there was no way you had created a moment that your boss could hold over your head as blackmail. no, you detested the teasing that was sure to come from him in the coming year.
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JIN HYEON had been out on an errand on behalf of the elders, and finally, he was going back to wudang just in time for new years. he stops by the small diner in the town next door, he often had his meals here whenever he's going out, outwardly he said it's because he liked the lotus root soup with pork ribs served with warm rice. in reality, he just wanted to find a chance to talk to you, the owner — a familiar face he had known since both of you were mere apprentices. though now you had taken over the restaurant your adoptive grandfather had left behind for you while he had risen up to the rank of a second-grade disciple. the diner was small, and the business was decent enough to make ends meet, but it wasn't so busy that you didn't have time to sit across him to have a short chat before he headed off. you asked him if he would stay and visit the night market this year. he shook his head sadly, feeling bad that he was turning down your offer yet again. you shook your disappointment off, opting to change the topic. the hour passed far too quickly, and he had to report back to the elders before night fall. you walk him towards the door, just as the wind picks up from where your back was turned, pushing you into his chest. the man takes the opportunity to pull you a little closer, accidentally placing a peck on your forehead. you didn't think he'd be this affectionate today but who cared? it was new years eve and it's been a while since he had walked you home. maybe next year you could ask him again to come with you to the night market.
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LEE SONGBAEK had gone to his hometown for the new year celebrations. he had been given permission by the elders to do so, along with a good majority of the other disciples. things had been really quiet back in the sect with nobody really wanting to do anything with them. speaking of which, he hadn't seen his family in years by now, and he wondered how they were all doing. he didn't plan to spend too much time — have dinner, catch up, stay overnight and leave the next morning. he didn't expect to see that you would also be in his house, helping out with the new year's eve dinner. he could smell the dough and sesame paste drying out in the sun for the tang-yuan they'd all have later. actually, he thinks most of the village was congregated at his house. the disciples who had tagged along with him were a little taken aback at the size of the crowd, much to his embarrassment. he didn't think his village would be so stoked to have him back on new years with his sect brothers. you slipped out of the kitchen to greet him as the elders fussed over the boys that had come to visit. he leans over to greet you, feeling a small smile pull at his lips when you tousle his hair. his original plan might have been a little thwarted, but since you were here, he didn't really mind. ah, when he goes back to the sect, he should ask if the tailor was accepting any apprentices — if he were, and you came over, he might see you around more often in the coming year.
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JIN GEUMRYONG wished he was anywhere else but here right now. but, as the eldest and prodigal son he should behave appropriately. he slips out of the banquet hall at the first opportunity, making shoddy excuses like needing to go to the restroom. he finds a spot in the quietest part of the estate, taking a moment to collect himself from the incessant social interaction he's had the whole day. soft footsteps approach him — really? he feels annoyed, but tries to reign back his distaste when he sees your smiling face beaming at him. go away. he tells you, not in the mood to deal with whatever you were about to drag him into. please? you'd beg, your hand pulling at his arm to get him on his feet. there was something you wanted to show him, and if he didn't go with you now, he was going to miss it! the man agreed reluctantly, letting you take him to the lake behind the hills. the night sky was clear and he could see every sparkling star in the sky. you sit on a fallen log, seemingly waiting for something to happen. he sits right by you, choosing not to question your actions. and then — there it was. the stars fell from the sky one after another, painting the night in long white painter's lines. he'd never seen anything like this in his life thus far, and he might not ever see it again. but it didn't matter. when you asked, doesn't it look amazing? he could only hum, unable to take his eyes off you all while your gaze was turned to the spectacle in the skies.
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BAEK CHEON, for the life of him, can't decide which tassel he wanted to buy and ended up just getting a roll of thread in plum-blossom pink to make one on his own. the handiwork was clumsy, clearly amateurish with the bronze coin woven into the accessory. it certainly resembled the shape of a tassel — if you didn't look at the finer details too closely and for too long. you could see him look embarrassed at the quality and was already regretting giving it to you. but how could you not want his sincere gift? you loved it, flaws and all, because it was from him and you wanted to be reminded of the idea that this perfectionist still could make mistakes. you pull him down for a kiss. and then another. and another, until you were peppering his whole face in kisses because your heart couldn't handle this gap in his personality. your poor love, look at how red his face had become. he didn't know whether to be happy that you liked his gift this much, or feel shy at the public show of affection in a place where everyone in the sect could possibly see? you can't help but snicker mischievously as you skipped away from the scene — leaving the poor boy in a flustered mess.
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