#which is fine ofc get your coin

[britany1997]

hello hello! i would love to request watching wrestling with paul which leads to play fighting him and either fluff or smut is fine. it’s up to you! ily & i hope you have a good day 🩵🩶

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Ofc I can write this for you! Hope you love it💕💕

Note: I wrote this before I realized you didn’t ask for Marko in this request lol😭 but I know he’s your favorite so I hope you don’t mind I left it as is!

Paul x GN Reader x Marko

Warnings: spice but no smut (Minors under 16 DNI),

You sighed from your place on the ratty couch in the middle of your boyfriends’ cave, faced with another night of losing the ‘what are we watching tonight’ coin toss.

Marko had to be cheating. You were convinced he’d somehow been using a coin with heads on both sides. How very two faced of him.

Paul plopped down next to you on the couch, jostling you from your thoughts. “Don’t look so down babe,” he said while nudging you with his elbow, “who knows, you might even like wrestling.”

You snorted, “doubt it.”

Paul’s smile slipped just a little, causing a pang of guilt to run through you. Hurting Paul was like kicking a puppy, it never felt good.

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder and pouting, “it’s just…we never watch anything I wanna watch.”

Paul placed his head on top of yours while you rested on him, “you can pick next time baby I promise.”

He moved to whisper in your ear, “I’ll hide Marko’s coin, don’t worry.”

You weren’t sure if Paul could actually pull one over on Marko, but a smile tugged at the ends of your lips anyway. Your boyfriend was too cute.

Your sweet moment with Paul was interrupted by Marko vaulting over the back of the couch and landing on your other side.

He draped an arm over your shoulder, a cocky smirk painted onto his face as he grabbed the remote. “Ready to watch some wrestling baby?” he asked.

You glared.

“What? ‘The world is watching,’” he quoted in an exaggerated tone, only serving to frustrate you further.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you grumbled while Paul’s frown grew. You knew you were being kind of a brat, but you couldn’t stand Marko’s smug face.

He winked at you as the WWE intro began to play. You couldn’t have stopped your eyes from rolling if you tried.

You felt your eyes glazing over as you reached hour three of non-stop wrestling. Made worse, of course, by constant hoots and hollers from your boyfriends as they watched from the edge of their seats.

You knew you should be patient, you knew you should be a good sport, but three hours? Enough was enough!

You groaned, “this is so stupid!” you accused as you watched a man in a Speedo throw his elbow into another man, “you know all this is fake right?”

As soon as those words left your lips, both boys turned to you. “Not true!” Marko argued, his brow furrowed in frustration.

You scoffed, “you don’t really believe that right?”

You gestured at the screen as dominik mysterio was knelt above Ricochet, grinding him into the mat as Ricochet’s legs were spread up in the air.

“C’mon! This Ricochet guy could totally just kick him off! There’s no way he couldn’t get free from that hold,” you argued.

Paul raised his eyebrow and looked across you to try and meet Marko’s eyes.

Marko was obviously not happy with your little outburst as Paul had to clear his throat to get him to stop glaring daggers.

Paul smirked at Marko before jerking his head to motion at you.

Marko shot him a confused look.

Paul sighed, his eyes rolling back into his head.

While you were distracted, hand slowly slithering to Marko’s lap in an attempt to steal the remote, Paul desperately tried to explain his plan. He pointed at the tv, gestured between him and Marko, then gestured to you with a wink.

The curly haired blond’s eyebrows raised in understanding as he worked out what Paul had been trying to say. He moved the remote to the edge of the couch just before your fingers could wrap around it.

Marko sighed dramatically, “maybe you’re right baby.”

“I am?” You asked as your face morphed in surprise, there were few things your boyfriend hated more than admitting he was wrong.

“Mhmm,” he hummed slyly, “it probably is all fake…which is why it should be easy for you to get out of Paul’s grip.”

“What?” your brain didn’t register what Marko had said until Paul pounced on you, his hands gripping your thighs as he lifted you in the air.

Your mouth fell open in shock, “Hey! Wait no! This isn’t fair!”

Your protesting was silenced as Paul pinned you to the floor, your legs splayed in a V, just as Ricochet’s had been.

You kicked and struggled to get him off you, but it was no use. His hands were on top of yours pressing them firmly to your chest and securing you to the ground. His body was wedged between your legs, keeping them apart and keeping you under his control.

You threw your head back in frustration as your struggling proved to be pointless. Paul smirked down at you, one of his hands sliding off your chest to grip your jaw and turn your face towards his.

“Wouldn’t mind having you like this more often baby,” he flirted.

Your cheeks flushed red as you realized the nature of your position, Paul firmly planted between your open legs, his hand enveloping yours… You were completely restrained and at his mercy.

Paul slithered closer to your face as he flipped through your mind, searching for all the things you wanted him to do to you like this.

He gripped your wrists, pulling your hands from your chest and holding them down on either side of your head.

Marko had had enough of watching. He slowly slunk down from his place on the couch to lift your head into his lap. He ran his hands through your hair, tugging gently every now and again.

Your heart raced as they manhandled you. You could have sunk into the floor from embarrassment when a soft whimper left your lips.

Paul pulled back a bit so Marko could lean down over your face, “watching wrestling might not be your thing, but it seems you like when we’re a little rough hmm?” the curly haired blond whispered.

Paul pressed a kiss to Marko’s lips before squeezing your thighs, “we’d rather play with you than watch TV any day baby.”

Paul’s smile grew as he stared down at you, “look at you, so helpless and cute,” he shot you a mock pout, as he motioned for Marko to take over holding down your arms.

Once Marko’s hands wrapped around your wrists where Paul’s had been, the blond rocker slipped his hands under your shirt, caressing and squeezing the skin.

Your lips parted in a gasp as he toyed with you.

Marko laughed softly to himself, “maybe if you’re good and still for us, we’ll reward you.”

Your heart pumped in your chest as your vision was clouded by their predatory smiles. You were in for a long night.

Maybe wrestling wasn’t so bad after all.

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Talk too much [🦊]

Genre:fluff,blurb,established relationship

Pairings:Yeonjun x GN!reader

Pronouns:none

Warnings:one curse word,and slightly suggestive at the end

Summary:Kissing in the night,on a hammock,in a nature is everyone's dream,right(not just me?)

A/N:this is fully inspired by TALK X TODAY season 4 ep 9 so if you haven't watched it i recommend you do just for the better visuals and understanding.But you can ofc still read this without watching it,it's just a very comforting video for me.This blurb is inspired by a song Talk to Much by COIN,so I recommend listening to it while reading.Enjoy😊

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After a very fulfilling and upbeat day it was safe to say that you were exhausted.

You see,the boys were swimming in a pool for the majority of the day and their upbeat and excited behaviour wore off on to you and other staff members.

You are mutual friend of these guys and you were very grateful that they decided to invite you to their little vacation,even though you wouldn't be able to talk to them as much bcs of the cameras.

After spending some time with Beomgyu watching him blow the balloons and seeing what Soobin,Hyuka and Taehyun were doing,you decided to check up on your boyfriend Yeonjun.

You weren't really sure where he actually was,so you were kind of just walking around with two cups of coke in your hands.You didn't mind walking alone though,because the night was so beautiful and it contrasted the vild morning and day that you had.

After some walking you finally saw a familiar head of black hair lying on a nearby hammock,camera pointing at him.

You approached the hammock from the behind,slowly putting cups down on the ground.

"BOO"You said grabbing Yeonjun's shoulders.

"GAAAHH"He screamed almost falling off the hammock."Oh it's just you"

"Yeah,who did you think it was?"You said crouching down and taking the cups of off the ground.

"I don't know one of those assholes."He said sitting up so he can make some space for you."Most likely Beomgyu"

"Nah,he's really calm right now,just blowing the bubbles in the corner"You said pointing a cup in his direction,which he gladly took with a silent thank you.

You two just sat there in a comfortable silence enjoying the scenery around you and your alone time without any cameras until Yeonjun saw you slightly shivering.

"You cold,sweetheart?"

"Kind of"You said rubbing your arms in an attempt to make yourself warmer.It seemed like you underestimated the cold summer nights.

"Here"Yeonjun said taking off his flannel and wrapping it around your shoulders.

"Better?"

"Yeah,but now you will get cold"

"No I won't"

"Yeonjun you are literally in short sleeves right now."

"It's fine,better me than you"He said sending an over the top wink your way,which made you punch his arm.This made him let out a dramatic groan and wrap you in his arms pushing you both into a lying down position,with you on top of him.

"Now none of us will be cold"He said kissing the top of your head.

"You're too much Junnie"

"I know"He said showing you one of his charming smirks,which made you raise your eyebrows at him.

"Oh,you know you love it"He said referring to his flirty persona.

"I kind of do."You said raising your head to look at him in the eyes.

"Oh,just kind of?"He said holding your chin in his hands and pulling your face closer to his,now speaking his word right next to your mouth,your noses touching.

"You talk too much Yeonjun,I want to see you in action"You said with a sudden urge of confidence in you.

"You want some action,alright,then honey put your lips on mine"

And put your lips on his you did,slowly moving them in the silence of the night,with crickets in the background.Yeonjun placing his hands on the back of your head and pulling you closer to him,like asking you for a challenge on who could hold on longer without oxygen.At the end you pulled back but still kept your face close to his.

"You still think I talk too much?"

"For sure"

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[amethyinst]

god im thinking gale post war. he's got a kafkaesque middling bureaucrat position on government or perhaps something like 'minister for outreach' or some bs job. mostly there to be the attractive young face of the new government.

his friends are all 40yo rebel leaders turned bureaucrats and posy his 6yo little sister who writes him pen pal letters from district 12 where she is going to school (its an assignment where you write to a pen pal from another district and she was like i pick my brother Comrade Gale Hawthorne Of The Rebellion and the teacher is like well i meant another kid from another district but okay then.)

she's only now learning to write so its mostly little kid stick drawings in her new gel pens he bought her with a note from hazelle asking if he's eating enough and that katniss asked about him. and he reads them crying while getting whiskey drunk at 9pm. and he writes back like hello posy what a lovely drawing tell mummy im doing absolutely fine and please dont bother katniss about me but also is she okay does she talk about me is she happy is she mad please and thank you lovely pen colour by the way.

he is engaged to a female rebel about his age maybe a little older. i have named her evjenny a future dystopia spelling of yevgenia russian form of eugenia meaning 'good breeding'. because its funny to me for him to go full bolshevik. she's from district 5 a slightly wealthier district in comparison to the outliers like 10, 11, 12. she's a little uptight, very type-a, respects gale, loves the state, believes in black-and-white justice. thinks katniss is mostly a propaganda creation and that she's a little weepy but good for morale. has a pet bird she is wanting to teach human language to.

vaguely know each other from the little inter-district rebel communications that coin allowed. coin off-handedly mentioned that she respected her so when The Powers That Be were arranging propaganda couples to marry (they didnt call it that ofc) he was like yeah okay she seems fine.

meet each other at panem galas that are about like fostering relations between the districts. TPTB are like ah gale this is evjenny you are attractive young people you should chat. we did not plan this we did not have several meetings planning this. they bond over hating all the former capitol turned rebel folks.

evjenny (evjen for short, she says, because it is efficient) mentions that she enjoyed gale more than katniss in the propos because gale was an 'actual working man' as opposed to katniss (who is the equivalent of a kardashian to her). and gale is like. Eye twitch. thank you. i enjoyed when you organised that power plant to get blown up and she goes thank you it did take a lot of work. she is not joking she's just a very serious person. they go on like five 'dates' (paparazzi outings) and they agree to marry with a handshake three months after meeting. (there is a more official ceremony where evjen pops the question on tv with a sensible steel ring)

their marriage is like an absolute flop cos gale has a drinking problem and evjen is like if a robot was a 15yo girl and that 15yo girl got parentified because the russian revolution happened. she's not even like jealous about katniss at first until it becomes insanely obvious that gale has like deified / villainised katniss in his head not even deliberately she just represents the past/future he can never have. so evjen is like okay but why cant you just repress it better why are you making it my problem? this is not important we are literally rebuilding a government and you are getting winedrunk over your childhood situationship Man Up.

they have a daughter the first year of marriage who plutarch wanted to name peace but he got outvoted and they (evjen and gale but also The Powers That Be) settled on pax. gale calls her sweetpea :) pax hawthorne is kind of a child star from birth which evjen is fine with cos its for The Greater Good but gale is like. This Is What They Did To Katniss. but he cant say that because he banned all mentions of her.

after a few years of fail marriage they choose to get pregnant again to try and save it (BAD IDEA) and they have another daughter. The Naming Committee was a nine month process all the way till the fuckn day of childbirth. they wanted something evocative of olive branch imagery. olivia was considered but they vetoed it cos it sounded too capitol (plutarch was miffed about it and left that committee) then olive but since that's the skin colour they vetoed that too even though gale liked it. eventually went with dove :) because gale has apparently not had enough damn birds in his life

i think they do divorce once an appropriate amount of time has passed where its not bad optics. gale 3Ds (drunk, divorced, dilf) is very important to me. anyway this post is long enough my bad

#gale hawthorne #the hunger games #thg

[xxlovelynovaxx]

We came across this post (screenshot):

(Image id: Tumblr post which reads "You're using "reclaim" wrongly.

It's come to my intention that anti-endos do not know what "reclaim" means, so let me explain. Reclaiming is the act of a group of people taking a word, phrase or term, etc., that was previously used against them in a negative way and then making it into something positive for themselves instead.

Examples include:

Queer

Faggot

Dyke

Tranny

Shi/hir (Prns for the intersex community)

Etc.! (I can say all these things and ofc anyone can say shi/hir but must be intersex to use them for themself, anyone can say queer)

You are not being insulted by or attacked by innocent Igbtq/mogai terms pro-endos have made that have literally nothing to do with you neither are being used against you, etc.

You cannot "reclaim" these. You can coin a term similar, but you're not reclaiming if you just repost these with new flags or something. You're genuinely just straight up stealing and it's not okay and it's not cute and it's harmful to misuse that word, acting like you have the right to do this. I haven't seen any pro-endos do this so maybe it's just ignorant anti-endos once again feeling the need to in any possible way shape or form harass pro-endogenics but if any pro-endos are doing this as well I also advise you to stop. Like literally please stop.

Stop misusing the word reclaim to defend stealing terms. You look like a fool and you are a thief. Anyways, anyone can use our terms or coin ones similar, but not stolen. I cannot make you, but hopefully if anyone actually cares about morals, anti-endo or whatever else, that they'll heed my words. Have a nice day everyone.

Reposts encouraged but not forced!")

And the thing is, most of it is not wrong!

But what pro-endos typically do is not "stealing", it is recoining.

What is recoining? Recoining is taking an existing word, acknowledging that you did not come up with that particular arrangement of letters, and giving it a new definition.

Words can have multiple definitions, period. Hell, words can mean the opposite of themselves, or have synonyms that SHOULD mean the opposite of themselves but don't.

I would not be stealing from Shakespeare if I added a new definition to lonely or critic or radiance, IP laws and public domain aside, but also quite frankly the way people act like they've trademarked community terms is a bit ridiculous in my eyes. But I digress.

The thing about recoining is, while it uses the same term itself, the term itself is just a small collection of letters in a certain arrangement, often with limited ability to make terms with synonyms roots. If someone has hatefully coined "starmate", for example, there's really only approximations using substitutions for "star" or "mate", often which are clunky and don't capture your meaning.

People might have differing opinions about this, but quite frankly, it boils down to whether or not you think it's stealing, and whether or not stealing is okay to fight greater harms such as bigotry or oppression. I, for example, think it's perfect acceptable to steal food from corporations when starving due to class oppression. I also think it would be fine to "steal" terms, even if that actually was what was occurring, to fight exclusion, bigotry, and hate; but also believe that trying to claim ownership over a word used as a label is prescriptivist and harmful in and of itself.

(That being said, I don't think it's unreasonable for word coiners to want to be credited in certain places where the word and definition are displayed - I just think it's important to recognize that the people who use a word as a label get to determine what it means, and that if they use the word in a way that includes more people, the definition itself expands to encompass all people who use it.)

The thing is, the OP of the screenshot is right. Recoining is not reclaiming. But recoining can still be a valid act of protest, a political and not just personal act, and a moral good. It can also be harmful - recoining for harmful purposes such as exclusion and bigotry will inherently be harmful.

But recoining for purposes of inclusion, fighting bigotry, and uplifting the groups directly attacked in the original definition, especially as one of them?

Well, it's just a false equivalence to treat the people being harmed saying "no actually, you don't get to gatekeep this term from us and we can use our own meanings for it if we want" as doing the same thing as the people saying "we're taking this term and kicking you out of it". It's the same logical fallacy that treats minorities defending themselves the same as bigots attacking them.

So if any pro-endos are doing this, don't stop. Keep recoining terms. Don't let bigots have a single moment of peace, a single term that exists with a definition containing "only HATEFUL people can use this term". Hell, don't even let them have terms that are arbitrarily restricted by origin or system type because of believing those are the only "real" kinds of systems.

(I have no issue with terms restricted by origin or system type - at least, as long as they are open to all people of that type including people who are that type AND another - but this is specifically about terms that say shit like "this is traumagenic exclusive because traumagenic systems are the only REAL systems!!1")

Literally please do not stop. Do this more. Recoining is neither harassment nor inherently harmful. Even if someone has ownership over their coining of a term, they only have ownership of that collection of letters with that specific meaning - not other people using that same collection of letters with different meanings.

Hell, even actual authors can't prohibit people from using the bespoke terminology from their works in fanworks, as long as the fanworks are not being profited from. Like actual IP law is on the side of transformative derivative works - and coming up with a new definition for an existing word is literally a transformative derivative work.

But anyway, posting your own recoin on your own blog to excise the bigotry from a word that should never have been hateful in the first place? In the wise words of webcomic creator Jeph Jacques, "fucking go for it, buddy".

[bro-atz]

hello! i was looking to request a xikers jinsik fluff! mutual pining between reader x jinsik where both are fully aware of their feelings for each other but waiting to see who’s going to make the first move.

thank you for taking the time to create such great writing and i can’t wait to see what comes next! ❤️

just can't catch a break

in which: you and jinsik like each other, but you can never seem to get the timing right

pair: jinsik/gn!reader

word count: 3.5k

content: fluff, kissing, hugging, high school crush, love confession, ft '04 line bc i love my '04 boys

author's note: omg the squeal i let out when i read this request YES OFC I CAN WRITE THIS FOR YOU MY PRECIOUS BABY ANGEL i love that this is going to be my first jinsik piece literally i was so excited the entire time while writing this

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“Alright, heads I win, tails you lose,” Jinsik prepped the coin, ready to flip.

“That’s not right, Jinsik!” you grabbed the coin from him before he could flip it. “With that logic, I lose both ways!”

“Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t catch onto that.”

“I’m not stupid, Jinsik.”

“Oh, really?” he replied with heavy sarcasm.

“Shut the fuck up,” you said with a laugh before turning in your seat.

The two of you were waiting for class to start. Typically, you and Jinsik got to class pretty quickly because you came from lunch while he had a class that was literally just right across the hall, so you were passing the time while waiting for your deskmates to join you.

“Good morning, party people!” a loud boy cheered as he waltzed through the door.

“It’s past noon, Sumin,” you said as you pointed to your watch.

“Okay, fine. Good afternoon,” Sumin corrected himself obnoxiously as he took his seat next to you.

Sumin prodded your sides, making you laugh and swat his hand away as he kept trying to tease and tickle you. Little did you know that Jinsik was behind you, watching the scene unfold with a slightly bitter face. Your other deskmate, Hyunwoo, walked into the room. He greeted the three of you, but you and Sumin were too busy in your own world to notice that. Jinsik was the only one who greeted him back.

“What’s with the couple?” Hyunwoo asked as he sat down.

Jinsik had to hold back a visceral grimace. “Sumin’s just being an irritating dumbass as per usual.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Sumin whipped his head around.

“That was the point, dumbass,” you responded teasingly.

“Et tu, Brute?!”

Sumin sulked while you and Jinsik high-fived each other. Luckily, class was starting, and you immediately had to turn around, which meant Jinsik didn’t see the light blush that rose to your cheeks the second you made physical contact with him.

“Are you going to dress up for Halloween?” Jinsik asked you.

“Yes, but I’m doing a lazy costume…”

“What is it?”

“A penguin onesie.”

Jinsik laughed loudly, and your heart fluttered wildly. The two of you had a nightly ritual of video chatting while you did homework for the class you both had together. Well, it would start as a video call between you, Jinsik, Sumin, and Hyunwoo, but then Sumin and Hyunwoo would hop off, leaving you and Jinsik.

“You’re going to look so cute in that, Y/N.”

Your heart nearly stopped. Jinsik saying that made you want to burst into flames. You looked away from your phone to keep your shit together before turning back and asking, “Are you dressing up?”

“Hmm, I’m still trying to figure out my costume. Got any suggestions?”

“Minion!” The words escaped you before you could control yourself. “You would be such a cute minion.”

It was Jinsik’s turn to blush. He, too, looked away from the camera and tried to calm his burning red ears down. “Okay,” he said, “But the real question is should I go as the yellow minion or the purple one?”

“Yellow. The thought of you painting your skin purple…”

“Why not? I think that’d be fun.”

“You’d have to make your hair purple too. Remember when you dressed up as a Smurf? Your skin was blue for a solid two months.”

“Point taken… But what about one of those inflatable T-Rex costumes?”

“Ooh, that sounds fun too!”

Your late night talks with Jinsik would never be about school, but they would be about everything else under the sun. Talking to him was easy, fun. Time always flew when the two of you talked or hung out, yet time also seemed to stop when the two of you were together.

You don’t know when it was that you started falling for this friend of yours, but by the time Halloween rolled around, you knew that you fell for him hard, and a little part of you wanted to say that he liked you back. Like, you wouldn’t spend so much time talking to someone if you didn’t like them, but you were hoping that Jinsik liked you liked you, like the way you liked him— a little romantically, or at least something a little more personal than friends.

One day, you suddenly resolved to confessing your feelings to Jinsik. Why? Well, for one thing, you were tired of trying to figure out whether or not he liked you back, and if he didn’t, then c’est la vie you just have to move on. But then, you started overthinking your confession. What if he didn’t like you in that sense? Maybe you should just tell him that you like him and see how he reacts to that, because you do like him, but what if he likes you more?

And so, you overthought your confession until he walked into the room— he walked in right on time.

“Jinsik! Hi!” you said overeagerly, immediately wanting a hole to open up where you were.

“Hi, Y/N!” Jinsik responded with the same energy— that’s promising, right?

He took his seat behind you and dove into his backpack to get ready for class. You, meanwhile, were hyping yourself up so that you could confess.

“Hey, so,” you turned in your seat to face him, your heart racing at the speed of light. “There’s something I wanted to tell you—”

“What’s crack-a-lackin’ my baked beans?” Sumin greeted you as he flopped into his seat.

“What?” Jinsik turned his attention to Sumin, his face twisting with amusement and confusion.

“Did you just call us baked beans?” you asked Sumin.

“Yeah.”

You and Jinsik were about to go off on Sumin, but luckily, Hyunwoo arrived in time to save the loudmouth. As the four of you laughed and talked, the little voice in the back of your head was lecturing you. Why would you try to confess your feelings to your crush in the middle of the school day right before class? Sumin wasn’t the dumbass— you were.

Jinsik was in the same boat as you, except he was a little more certain. That certainty only came after you told him that you wanted to tell him something, because when he saw the shy look on your face, he knew that you liked him the same way he liked you.

He wanted to confess, but he was scared to. He kept second guessing himself. What if he was just overthinking or imagining things? Was he just trying to manifest you having deeper feelings for him to the point where he was hallucinating? What if you rejected him? Oh God, that would mean the end of not only his crush but his friendship with you, and he did not want that. No, he was going to keep his mouth shut.

But, one day, on his way out of school, he saw you walking by. You were walking out of the building with a couple of the friends you had in your last class of the day. The sun was shining at just the right angle when he looked to his right and saw you. You were sparkling, and when you ran your fingers through your hair to brush your hair out of your face, Jinsik’s heart skipped several beats to the point where he had to hold onto his heart to keep it together.

He kept staring. You were so pretty at that moment, and he felt like he was watching a movie, and you were the protagonist. He wanted to watch you for as long as possible. Then, his legs started carrying him over to you. His brain was freaking out as his body acted on its own, bringing him closer and closer to you.

“Y/N!” Jinsik greeted as he walked up to you.

You and your friends stopped walking. Jinsik stood in front of you, the biggest smile on his face.

“What’s up, Jinsik?”

“I was wondering if, maybe…” this was it; oh God, he was going to confess. “Later—”

“Hey! Is that Y/N and Jinsik?” a loud voice boomed from afar.

You and Jinsik both turned your heads to see the Sumin bounding over to you, Hyunwoo behind him flustered at the sudden turn of events.

“What’re you two lovebirds up to?” the cheerful boy asked obliviously.

Before either of you could begin to panic, Hyunwoo caught up and slapped the back of Sumin’s head while saying, “Warn me next time before you do that! I have all of my goddamn textbooks in my backpack right now!”

“Oh! Let me introduce you guys,” you suddenly realized that your friends were with you.

You introduced your friends to the boys, and you all spent a good several minutes talking to each other. Jinsik resolved to himself to keep his mouth shut for the time being. There was no way he was going to be able to confess to you comfortably any time soon.

“Can you guys believe finals are around the corner?” Sumin asked.

The four of you were on a video call working on your final project for class.

“Yeah, the semester is almost over,” Hyunwoo noted.

“I’m going to miss this group,” Sumin sniffed.

“I thought this was a year long class?” you were confused at Sumin’s reaction.

“Oh, dip, is it?”

“Yeah, dumbass,” Jinsik said with a snort.

“Listen man—”

“Guys! Look outside! It’s snowing!” Hyunwoo interrupted Sumin.

You all turned away from your cameras and looked outside. It was snowing— the first snow of the season. You stared at the snow and thought about how nice it would be to hold Jinsik’s hand and walk as snowflakes fell on your heads and shoulders, clinging to him to keep warm, sharing your first kiss under the city string lights and snow— no. You needed to stop and get your head out of the clouds. You shook your head to get rid of the daydreams and turned back to your camera.

“Can we just finish this quickly? I wanna go play video games,” Sumin whined.

“We’re taking this long because of you, you know that, right?” you pointed out.

“Then tell me what to do!”

After about thirty minutes, your group finished the project. Sumin immediately left the call to go play video games, and Hyunwoo hung up shortly thereafter, leaving just you and Jinsik.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What do you plan on doing for winter break?” Jinsik asked you.

“Um, well…”

You started explaining the plans that you and your family had for the break. You were doing your homework in the dining room, and now that you were done with it, you wanted to move the conversation to a place a little more private— your room. You continued to talk to him about your winter break plans then his as you went to your room. You flopped onto the bed and continued chatting with the boy you liked, your legs crossed behind you as you giggled and talked to him.

That’s when it hit you. This was the perfect time to tell him how you felt about him, or at least ask him how he felt about you. But first, you waited for Jinsik to stop talking. Truth be told, you didn’t want him to stop. He was so beautiful when he talked about something that made him happy or excited, and just seeing his grin was everything to you.

“What? What is it?” Jinsik asked after he noticed you smiling giddily at the screen.

“Nothing…” you responded coyly.

“Come on, it’s definitely not nothing— not when you’re smiling like that.”

“It’s nothing!”

“Tell me, Y/N,” Jinsik pleaded, his eyes reminding you of a puppy. “Please?”

Your heart was ready to stop beating— it couldn’t handle how goddamn cute he was. Taking a deep breath, you adjusted yourself on your bed and sat upright. You held your phone in front and away from you so that you could look nicer in front of the camera.

“Okay,” you said after clearing your throat. “Here it is. We spend a lot of time with each other, right? And I love spending time with you…”

Jinsik’s heart was twisting with this news. You were looking down shyly, but the words were a little ominous. “Yeah?” he urged you to continue.

“But I can’t help but wonder if we could spend time together in—”

All of a sudden, everything went dark, and you let out a tiny yelp. It was dark in your house, and there seemed to be no power in Jinsik’s home either.

“What the fuck just happened?” you asked, trying to calm your heart, which was racing for an entirely new reason.

“Did the power go out?” Jinsik yelled into his home. You heard someone on his line respond with a faint “yes”.

“Why? Is it because of the snow? It’s not even snowing that much!” you exclaimed.

You got up and left your bedroom to holler into your own home. Turns out that there was a tree that fell and knocked out the power lines. You and Jinsik both agreed to hang up— you had to preserve your phone battery while the power was out, and you completely forgot that you were about to confess your feelings to him.

The power only got restored in the early hours of the morning, which meant two things: you were able to charge your phone, and you were still expected to go to school.

You were dreading school. You couldn’t sleep at all the night before because it was cold but also because your mind was reeling with the fact that you pretty much did confess your feelings for your friend, but you weren’t able to get his answer. You were scared for his answer.

First thing in the morning, you wanted to keep a low profile. You did your best to sneak through the doors and make your way to your locker, but you were unsuccessful. Sumin spotted you from a mile away and screamed your name just to greet you. You waved and looked in his direction, only to see that he was standing right next to Jinsik. You immediately averted your eyes and scurried away.

Jinsik, however, had other plans that morning. He wanted to talk to you. He had to know what you were going to tell him. He himself couldn’t sleep the night prior because he was just so goddamn curious. He needed answers, and he couldn’t wait.

“Y/N! Stop!” Jinsik called as he ran over to you.

You tried to avoid him to the best of your ability, but the boy was fast, and the boy was strong. He caught your arm and immediately dragged you into one of the school’s empty classrooms.

It was a scene out of a movie. The door slammed shut behind you. Jinsik had you pinned against the wall, his hand right above your shoulder. He was looking at you with insane intensity, and he was panting hard— he did just run after you from across the school after all.

“W-what’s going on, Jinsik?” you stuttered.

You wanted to move away from him slightly. He was standing super closer to you, and you were worried your heart was going to burst through your chest. The problem was, though, that you were completely frozen.

“I, um,” the boy was also stuttering. “I just— I wanted to— Uh…”

You looked at him expectantly. The look on your face was too much for him to handle. So, instead of using his words, he hugged you.

You were absolutely shocked. Despite how much time the two of you spent together, not once did he ever hug you. His hugs were amazing. You felt so safe and secure in his arms, but you also felt like you were going to melt under his touch. Your brain was scrambling to the point where you felt like it was overheating.

At least you had enough of a conscious to hug him back. The two of you stood in the desolate classroom in each other’s arms, and it felt like time came to a complete standstill. As fast as your heart was beating being in his embrace, you didn’t want him to let go. You wanted to stay hugging until the end of time.

Jinsik didn’t let go right away. He just loosened his hold on you, but his arms were still around you as he leaned back. One hand on your back, the other found its way to your cheek, and he cupped your face lightly before kissing you.

It was a short kiss. It was a sweet kiss. It was a kiss from the boy that you were infatuated with. It was a kiss from Jinsik, and it was stellar. He let out a soft sigh as he leaned away. His hand remained on your face as he gazed affectionately at your face.

“Y/N, I really like you,” Jinsik whispered— he was the one to finally cross the threshold and confess.

“My guy, you did that way out of order…” was the first thing that left your mouth. “Usually, you confess, then you hug, then you kiss…”

“I just got too shy—”

“What?!” you were flabbergasted. “You can’t kiss someone and then claim you’re shy! That makes no sense!”

“Yes it does!” Jinsik refuted. “Words are hard, and kissing is easier! See?”

And then, he kissed you again. This kiss was slightly longer than the last, but it was just as sweet, or maybe even sweeter because it was longer. Your face was in flames when the kiss ended, and you had to look away to keep your sanity.

“Jinsik, you weirdo…” you mumbled.

“Seriously, though. Y/N, I like you. Do you like me too?”

“I like you, too, Jinsik.”

“So then, can we start dating? Can I be your boyfriend? Can we be together and hold hands as we walk around? Can I show the world how much I like you, Y/N?”

You wanted to scream or cry or both. You were so bashful, and you just did not know what to do with your face. So, you opted to bury your face into Jinsik’s muscles and nod softly.

“I would love that,” you told him as you brought your eyes to meet his. “I would love that more than anything, Jinsik.”

“Hey,” Jinsik greeted you as you walked into class later that day.

“Hi,” you responded softly.

You were about to take your seat in front of Jinsik when he grabbed your arm and tugged you towards the seat next to him, also known as Hyunwoo’s seat. He patted the seat, encouraging you to sit down.

As you sat next to him, Jinsik searched for your hand under the desk. He laced his fingers with yours and rested his and your hand on his thigh. He bumped his shoulder against yours lightly and shot you the most breathtaking, captivating smile. You felt your heart swoon for him all over again.

“Howdy, partners,” Sumin greeted with a Southern accent as he walked with swagger into the room, tipping an imaginary cowboy hat.

It was only when he arrived at the desk cluster that he realized you were not in your usual spot. He pointed at you, then the spot, then back at you, his jaw dropped.

“I just wanted to sit here today,” you said with a shrug.

A sly smile appeared on Sumin’s face as he grinned at Jinsik. You looked at Jinsik to see that his face was getting redder by the second.

“You told Y/N, did you?” Sumin asked, his eyebrows wiggling.

“Yes, I did…”

“Ugh, finally!” another voice behind Sumin piped up, Sumin moving to the side to reveal Hyunwoo. “I was getting tired of pretending!”

Hyunwoo plopped himself in your usual seat, and Sumin was now sitting in front of you and not next to you. He turned in his chair and whispered to you and your boyfriend— you still had to get used to the fact that Jinsik was, in fact, your boyfriend now— a warning, “If I hear anything irregular, I’m going to scream.”

“Don’t worry, that won’t—” you started.

“No promises,” Jinsik interrupted with a devilish grin.

Without a second to lose, Jinsik planted a kiss on your cheek, your eyes widening. And, as Sumin warned, he did proceed to scream.

#xikers #xikers jinsik #ham jinsik #jinsik fluff #jinsik x reader #ham jinsik xikers #jinsik xikers #broatz request #broatz

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Imagine, if Albert is a reader neighbor and they’ve known each other for a long time. But he’s kind of mean to reader. He constantly teases, pranks and does stuff like that. One day he’d gone too far in his teasing and make you cry.

Now He feel hurt.

This man is a magician and he knows well about pranks stuff and things. While he is a literal murderer who kidnap children from the street, he still has his gentleman side.

Whenever he was going to work as part time magician, he would call you to walk closer if he saw you on the street. Which always resulted in kinda mean pranks. You always let it slide as he was a magician and that's just his clownery side. From coin beneath your ears until the prank that use air horn and water. You kinda tired as the joke getting meaner from day to day.

One night he just arrived from his work (not as magician). But somehow he still equipped with countless prank. He saw you dressed nicely, thinking that you as well just returned from some place. Because he didn't wear his clown make up, you didnt think anything weird. So when he called you to come, you actually came. Until suddenly he let out a water gun prank, making your outfits all wet. While he laughed, you screamed in surprised and slapped him. Not knowing that he ruined your party time for this evening, he saw you crying to your house. And this Albert man felt guilty.

A simple apologize ain't enough, so he planned to take you to his basement a fancy restaurant. He wore his best brown suit, tidying up his hair and went to your house. Your face dropped into anger knowing the one that knocked your door was the prankster Albert, so you yelled at him nonstop until he pulled out a rose behind your ears. He then gently apologized, telling you his plan tonight. You were still mad ofc but who wouldn't say no to free food ?

Finally, there goes the night of you and Albert enjoying a fine dining in the town. He promised that he won't give you any mean joke again, and if he did you are free to slap him hard. He was truly a fine gents that you started to have crush on him tonight despite already knowing each other for years. He was so sweet, that you asked to hang out for a moment in his house after the dinner. Truly, this man was mean yesterday to you but now suddenly he turned into the most attractive man you ever saw in just one night.

Now that you were in his house, whether you ended up in his basement or you came home safely are on your choice ;)

#albert shaw #the grabber #ethan hawke #albert shaw x reader #the grabber x reader #grabber x reader #black phone #the black phone #the black phone (2022) #anon answered #ethan hawke x reader #Alvin's thought

[awigglycultist]

Going back and watching a bit more of Dream's VOD to see a little more about what he said and he really said "I don't know who had problems, I'm guessing there was probably somebody that had problems that they reset for that they have a bias towards" and he said several times that the reset was bull shit.

Dream needs to think about what he says. A little later he says that he loves mcc and ppl shouldn't send hate them but god he should know by now that's not going to happen.

It's happened time and time again. He'll get upset over something that happed and his fans go and hate on the ppl who have to do with what he's upset over. It's fine that Dream is upset. He placed lower he can be upset over that. But he needs to think more before he speaks. I'm not saying he shouldn't say his opinion but he needs to think about how he words it. Because he's accidentally sent hate mobs against Noxcrew and Scott time and time again. In the Lime Llamas VOD Scott said "I mean we were getting cancelled- I was gonna get called slurs anyway" just showing how Scott expects to be hated against by Dream stans whenever something happens.

But Dream should've thought about how the 10 disconnected players were affected. And I just know that if Dream was one of those 10 players him and his fans would've wanted Ace Race to be reset.

Also to dream fans that are just upset that he was upset. I get it. I get seeing your fave being mad or upset or suddenly put into a negative mood is upsetting. I remember there was a mcc, I forget which one exactly, where Captain Sparklez was really upset about his placement the whole time. I hated seeing him like that. This is a little different ofc. There wasn't something that happened to him like a reset that messed him up as far as I remember. But still. You shouldn't just get mad at Noxcrew and Scott just because Dream is upset. Bc I've seen some people blindly getting upset over this without really knowing what happened. This goes for Build Mart as well. So many people hate Build Mart just because Dream hates it. I think all of you that are in that mindset should think about the other players for a bit. It's not just about Dream. What about those 10 that got disconnected? Really think about if it would've felt unfair for them if Ace Race hasn't been reset. Maybe even go check out their VODs and see how their scores changed after they got disconnected! If someone you really like, such as Dream, had been disconnected do you think you would've been upset if there was no reset? And for Build Mart, again think about the other players, so many do enjoy Build Mart!

Also if you're upset bc you believe this was scuffed and there shouldn't have been a reset I seriously implore you to go watch Minecraft Mondays or at least like a video talking about all the shit that happened during mcm. That was scuffed as fuck. Go look at how messed up that event was and then compare mcc. And then you'll probably be thankful for Noxcrew and Scott and how good of a job they're doing. Also. Don't fucking say that you want to kill Noxcrew or Scott. Don't tell them to kill themselves. Don't call them slurs. Don't say they're horrible people. All they did was reset something to try and be fair to the people that disconnected. They wrw trying their best and doing what they thought would be fair.

I think Dream needs to take a break and think about how he feels about MCC for a bit. I don't watch him but from watching this and from what I know he seems like he gets upset pretty easily and he takes mcc super seriously and is very competitive. I think he should take a step back and just remember that at of the day this is all the game. All you get is a coin and bragging rights. And he's won many times. He should just play more for fun sometimes. It's okay to be competitive and really try ofc but sometimes you just need let things go and have fun. I think it would be better for him to just not care what place he gets or if he wins some events so that he wouldn't get upset if he didn't.

#mcc discourse #discourse #mcc #minecraft championships

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

Author Interview

Thank you for the tag @galadrieljones!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

111 (I wrote a lot of one shots back in the day)

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

1,226,141

3. what fandoms do you write for?

I have written for Dragon Age, Resident Evil, Red Dead Redemption 2, ASOIAF/GOT, and recently Baldur's Gate. Also, the The Mirror Visitor book series, and another certain video game fandom that we now don't talk about, heheh.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

-Love Song on Sapphire Isle, Jaime x Brienne, GOT/ASOIAF

-In Waking Dreams, Cullen x Quiz, DAI

-The Sweetest Sorrow, RDR2, Arthur x Charlotte,

-Voila, Leon x Ada, Resident Evil

-Our Immortal Longings, Connor x OFC, DBH

5. do you respond to comments?

As much as I can! If someone leaves me a string of comments in succession I'll usually reply to the most recent.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

There was a one-shot where I explored the Inquisitor losing Cullen, and nothing will top that. However, in my small series Leon and Ada fics there tends to be a note of sadness in each one, even if the main fic has a happy ending.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my longfics have happy endings, but I find it doesn't ring true to life if everything is happyhappyjoyjoy. It probably also depends on what your definition of happiness is. Probably Love Song on Sapphire Isle because Jaime and Brienne get married and literally have a pack of children and travel the world--the ending written solely to say Fuck you to the GOT writers for doing that to Jaime and brienne, and at this point I can't count on GRRM for a happy ending for them.

I mean that's what I want, so I would say this ending. (I'd prefer 2/3 kids however, LOL.)

8. do you get hate on fics?

I've been fortunate but I've had a few frankly very stupid comments over the years. One person claimed I was a fetishist because I noted Cullen and Lydia gain weight when they retire but they still think each other is hot. It's more accurate to say I've received unsolicited concrit, which I'm sorry, is and forever will be annoying when you don't ask for it. concrit is helpful, but don't give it when the author doesn't ask. Trust me, we will ask when we want it from people we trust.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I used to write a lot...and I used to enjoy it a lot, but frankly at this point in my life I find I don't enjoy writing it as much unless there's a character exploration to it or something else beneath the surface. I joked a while ago that falling for an IRL man killed my smut writing career, but I think it's more accurate that as I started writing original fiction again I learned to be more purposeful with sex.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

No, but there is a scene in In Waking Dreams that is an homage, if not outright rip off of my favorite scene in one of my favorite movies, That Hamilton Woman. It's the scene before he gives her the coin when they're staying at in inn

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Also not that I know of. I'd honestly love it!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

No

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

Cullen x Inquisitor for getting me into writing again, but it honestly fluctuates.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I am quite proud of myself for finishing most of the fics I've begun. The one fic though I'd love to finish would be my Morrigan x warden fic simply because it's not a ship I see often. At this point however I'm not going to say I am done with fanfic, but my priorities have shifted.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I have been told it's lyrical, poetic writing and characterization.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

I like to rely on dialogue and my descriptions tend to me minimal. There is a fine line of course, too much description will bog a story down.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Should be used sensibly and sparingly and you should know what you're doing. Read a book fairly recently where the characters were bilingual, Spanish and English, and as someone who grew up with a lot of Spanish speakers it rang hollow to me.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age

20. favourite fic you've written?

Why is this so hard? I like them all to a certain degree. There's just something about my one shot Leon and Ada fic Barcelona though. I hadn't even been in the city yet and I still think I got it down so well. The utter helplessness, the slight angst, the longing, the pinning. It reminds me of a version of me that I can't go back to, a version of me so etched in that certain point in time, and yet you wouldn't know it unless you were me. You'd just read it and say "yes."

tagging @myreia @verai-marcel @fiannans @wintersongstress and anyone else!

#tagged #this took a long time?

[spicyicymeloncat]

Crystalised part 2 ep 23, 24, 25, 26 spoilers

Yeah I put them all in one post lol

Ep 23

Again, using minecraft logic

Antonia’s “I fished out the last one it’s your turn” lol wow, she makes it seem like this happens often

Antonia did the “if I had a nickel” meme

Oh frick Nya survived?? Also no legs for Nya??

Ofc casual sexism from the mechanic. She has a name!

Okay Jay didn’t crash!! Hell yeah Jay saving Nya for once!

The mechanic is anti jaya also that was such a sick line jay

Okay her fuckin legs are fine now ig

Also Nya’s gonna become water again :(

I think it’s weird that the Crystal warriors can pass out tho

Again city that never sleeps. Paperboys still gonna do their thing amidst a freaking war

Wu: I can’t do child soldiers

Nelson, pointing at the ninja: wtf are these then???

BENTHO IS COMING BACK :D

HELL YEAH LET NINJAGO CITY FIGHT BACK FOR ONCE

Oh gosh that was sick

ep 24

OH MAN THE THUMBNAIL

Lloyd rlly said frick you man

EXCUSE ME POLICE BUT WTF ARE UR PRIORITIES?? THE MAYOR IS GONE NOW WHAT LAW ARE U EVEN USING

NOOO NOT THE SERPENTINE :[ that’s so sadddd

Lloyd really blew his mind there

MISAKO FINALLY CAME BACK FOR A SEASON

I feel like the prophecy guy was brought up before but idk how to spell his name lol

PIXAL MY BELOVED I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Man zane is on the fritz

Oh god he has no limbs man that’s kinda fcuked up man jeez.

However the the ice emperor schtick is kinda funny

Oh my god he’s in a rucksack

OH MY FUCKING GOD ICE EMPEROR IS ONLY BACK FOR COMEDY not what I was expecting but I’ll take it

Hell yeah Ronin! Pixal and Ronin team up will be interesting

Omg the other sog who basically got completely rejected by Harumi this time round. Rip Pixal everyone is evil even her boyfriend

Hell yeah Ronin!! Trying to actually break out of the cycle

Also freaking Zane kicking ronin with his foot

Zane: vex? Vex! Wtf is vex when you need him

Ofc Cyrus didn’t even know

Ep 25

it’s the lava episode :)

Aww man Cole really hit his head

Okay even if I’m not a Kailor shopper I support skylor calling Kai hot shot

Ig this episode really will say which ship is canon

Freaking pythor. I love him

I guess Harumi is looking for lloyd

I would just like to remind people I coined Embershipping for the Kai/skylor/cole ship

ITS JAKE

I’m literally gonna start crying about Garmadon. Mans has half of his emotions but in the ways he’s expressing them, he’s sad about how Lloyd doesn’t accept the Oni heritage that he himself has and how christofern is a weird confused metaphor for Lloyd :((((

Gayle and vinny xxxx

God clutch literally has Nadakhan still oh my god

Okay this door must be a Chekhov’s gun bc they’re so gonna answer a knock that isn’t the paper boys

26

OH NO I DO NOT LIKE THIS EPISODE TITLE

Okay so I assume the romance is gonna get cleared up in this ep. We see the harbour so we know jaya is a thing. We’re looking at Kailor at the start. And like. Pixane… I’m gonna cry

Okay thank god we’re addressing the problems with them right here and now. I’ll hate the ship significantly less if they do this right.

Okay that’s fair

(I’m still a lava shipper tho)

No I refuse any couple shit from wusako no thanks

FreKing Garmadon. He’s like my baby brother whenever someone is on the phone

RACER SEVEN OH I LOVE HER SLSO

OR LIKE BLAZEY is it blazey? H SPEED. I love her

Oh my gosh. I hope Rarlkove integrates Pixal into the long con snake jaguar au

UV just 👉👈 at pixal

:(((( Zane. Has borg tried turning him off and ok again? Putting him in a bag of rice? Giving him a few thumps on the back? What if we just say “protect those who can’t protect themselves” that worked in s11

THEY LET BLAZEY KEEP A PRIME EMPIRE GUN??

ZANE YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS HOW MANY FUNERALS DO YOU WANT MAN

WHAT THE FUCK THE PIXANE KISS

ZANE IM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU MYSELF YOU SLEEPING BEAUTY FUCK

PIXAL SQUEALING

FUGIDOVE IS EVERYONE

THE SAM X SUIT LOOKS COOL

Okay barely any jaya and I look forward to draw Zane’s fucked up face but like JEEZ MAN HE DONE DID IT AGAIN ITS LIKE HE SAID NINJA NEVER QUIT… DYING

At least that’s a good place to stop

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Ninjago crystalized #ninjago crystalized spoilers #reaction

[bunnyb34r]

Okay finally rested enough to talk ab the craft show!

So for YEARS this one has been heaaavily coveted by many crafters and has been hard to get in, but always told that it's worth it. That you'll make your table cost back in like two hours!

Yeah no... had mom not made wreaths, we would have lost money... Anyway super super dead at times like absolutely no one walking around, just the vendors getting up and shopping bc they could. Then it would pick up but you would get maybe 2 interested shoppers out of every 10. 4 if you were lucky.

People adored the boo boo bunnies and cat toys and I sold the most of them. So now I have to make more cat toys 😭. It's not the amount of effort it takes to make them, I love making them. I hate stuffing them with catnip 😭😭😭 but that's why people (and cats) love them. Also need to put bells on them bc people really like the ones with bells, which I stopped doing bc several people kept asking if I thought their cats would eat the bells... like you can cut it off man idc sgdggdgd once you buy it it's yours idc if YOU eat it if that's your thing just give me my dollar

Have to make a card for the bunnies bc it's hit or miss on if people know what they're for (you pop em in the freezer and hold them to a small "boo boo" and use it like a little ice pack, or you can pop out the reusable cube and use ice. Either way it's a cute little ice pack.

Only my one cousin bought any handwarmers 😭 and her wife had to pay me in $4 worth of quarters sgsgdggddg I was like take your time you could pay me in pennies and that'd be fine too (had a little kid pay me 25 cents for a slap bracelet in various coins and it was so sweet 🥺)

My mom posts our shows on her fb so that family and friends can show up to support us, and the first time since we've been doing these, we had 3 groups of family come in!

But that wasn't always a good thing...

[Put under read more for length]

My mom's cousin brought her daughter and granddaughter, and they talked for awhile and eventually mom's cousin bought a wreath (thank god). And she was like "oh my god this is so beautiful!! 😍" and complimented my stuff as well (but my stuff is more geared towards kids/parents like the boo boo bunnies, so she didnt buy anything from me agdgdgdg)

Then my cousin (not the handwarmers one) came and I used to really love her/she was my favorite cousin... until she moved back to the state and I realized goddamn you're super annoying and have 0 social awareness (in a THE ATTENTION SHOULD BE ON ME! and a never really thinking ab the situations she puts people in when she does shit, way. Not a "I am incapable of grasping social norms/social rituals"/"I cannot control how loud I'm being/why what I say might be considered rude" way.

Anyway she fosters dogs and has 4? Of her own, anyway she always has at least one dog with her at any time. Doesn't matter if you were attacked by one when you were a small child, or that you only have cats, it's a small dog! You're gonna like this one!!

She takes them into the grocery store too 😑. Anyway she brought her foster dog to it and ofc everyone kept coming over to see it and every fucking time she would canvas this dog like "his name is Bob. He goes up for adoption in two weeks at [shelter she volunteers at]" to every goddamn person who walked by.

"But Mar, doesn't that mean she brought customers to you?"

Nope! She and her dog blocked customers from my table bc they couldnt fucking get in with the people cooing at the dog and figured eh I'll skip this one, there's 100 vendors here.

Doesn't mean that every person who skipped would've bought from me, but none of the people who came up for the dog bought anything or so much as looked twice at my shit anyway. 😑

She did tell our cousin to meet her there though bc our cousin's wife is a photographer and she was gonna take pics of the dog at a nearby park. Didn't mention AT ALL that we had a booth, so they didnt really bring a lot of money, they thought they were just gonna say hi to us real quick then go.

My cousin's wife was like YOU DIDNT TELL US THEY HAD A BOOTH HERE?!?! OMG LOOK HOW CUTE!!!!! and they bought 2 handwarmers from us 🥰. And we gave their son some stuff for free as a gift (plus bc they ended up staying for like 2 hours and that shit is only so fun for a 7 year old for so long. But it was more so just Handwarmer Cousin staying to talk to my mom for most of it while her wife, son, and Dog Cousin went shopping/canvased Bob around. But I like HW cousin still so it wasnt bad sgdggdgd I just half listened to them talk while I took care of customers. Sold 1 ornament (the whole show), some cat toys, and I think another bunny, in that time lmao)

But the whole time Dog Cousin was there I was like 😐/🙁 instead of my fake customer service smile bc that smile only lasted until the second person she canvassed Bob to and that was approximately 30 seconds.

She didnt even consider buying anything, or say anything ab our table. Only when my mom asked her if our prices were reasonable. To which we got a "yeah." Then immediately back to Bob. 😐

After they left I went to walk around and goddamn there was nothing really good there except two crochet tables which had little plushies but nothing that jumped out at me.

Did trade a tooth pillow for a small tombstone shaped bar of soap of about the same price with another vendor sggdgdgdgd which was odd but nice

Anyway here's hoping my cousin wont come to the next/last show and that we find fun stuff at that one to buy sgdgdgdg

#it was nice to see HW cousin and her family bc theyre nice people. i mean i dont really know her wife and son well bc i didnt go to the #wedding bc of AID (wanted to go though) but god every time Dog Cousin and i interact i like her less sgdgdggdgd #marquilla #really wish we sold more but im hoping having two tables will help at the next/last one bc it is CRAMPED #but thats bc i forget my inventory list and am like cramming to make ornamenta and well... no one likes them i guess :/ #for the next one i just need to make cat toys and maybe more bunnies (i wanna find blue baby washcloths but im cheap shdggdgd ill check #marcs again. otherwise it's the soft long earred bunnies) #kids really love to buy the cat toys bc theyre 2 for $1 bc i use them to use up scraps and left overs and it's so cute to see them #pick through and then triumphantly hold up their choices. even better when i offer them a tiny bag and they get so happy like :0 ! #didnt expect the post to be so long but whew

[elfyourmother]

@allycryz​ asked me the religion question and the answer was so incredibly fucking long I just made it a post.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

Gisele has a very complicated relationship with religion, almost inevitably given her upbringing and the abuses she suffered at the hands of the Andrastian Chantry, but because ultimately praxis is far more important to her than belief, really. To Gisele Logic, people believe many things, but their actions are what matter to her. And so she has a tendency to separate “religion” from “gods”.

"Gods" she's fine with, despite being an agnostic her entire life in Thedas aside from secretly honoring the Dalish Creators out of trying to keep that connection to her mother. She believed the Maker was a Fade spirit and Andraste was a mage, and funny enough she wasn't all that far off--the Maker was actually Lahabrea inciting rebellion against Tevinter (founded by Emet, ofc) by whispering to a convenient illiterate hedge witch and betting the superstitious would build a cult of personality around her "prophecies" fjdslkfs. But Gisele's problem was never with the Maker or Andraste so much as the very man-made Chant of Light and the chantry's oppression. In general, Thedas-era Gisele had seen far too much as a mage and a Grey Warden to put much stock in gods as anything but the construct of man for various purposes, some benign and some evil, though she was wise enough to realize she probably didn’t have all the answers, and was open-minded enough to be proven wrong, which is why she considered herself agnostic instead of atheistic.

Anyway, on Source Gisele's views have taken almost an entire 180; dying and being reborn to another world all because you're under the explicit, personal protection of a cosmic entity who directly intervened to save your literal actual soul from oblivion is enough to do that. Hydaelyn was the closest thing she’d ever felt to devotion of the religious variety but that is so fucking complicated to explain that I don’t even think Gisele could. She was simply Mother, and also so much more than that.

But Gisele very much believes in the Twelve almost entirely because of Hydaelyn and her rebirth experience, if not as literal gods than as exceptionally powerful beings much greater than herself. And so she takes the very pragmatic Phedre no Delaunay approach of always honoring the god(s) of a place--partially out of respect for these cultures she is a guest in, but also a sort of transactional kind of pragmatism. To endear herself to the locals of course, and make them more amenable to whatever it is she's doing there. But also the gods themselves--even if they aren't actually gods and "just" benign Primals or something like Ramuh, Gisele believes it's always prudent to give powerful entities their due, if only to avoid smiting, but also to call in favors when necessary. "Religion" is where it gets dicey for her.

When Gisele first arrived to Ul'dah as an amnesiac the very first place she went after the Adventurers' Guild was to the Arrzaneth Ossuary to learn thaumaturgy. Once she got her memories back, the synchronicity of it all was absolutely not lost on her--that she was a woman who died and was reborn in the sacred land of the God of the Dead, that she received sanctuary in his temple and began to walk her path as Hydaelyn's champion under the literal eyes of his statue.  She did odd jobs for the Order of Nald'thal to support herself when she was first starting out. I hc that they sanction sacred sex work out of one of the temples, as a form of worship; people seeking the god's blessing on their economic endeavors will lavish sums of money for sex at the temple as a form of sympathetic magick, engaging in the equal exchange of services for coin as an offering to Nald'thal in order to gain his favor. I've been torn as to whether or not Gisele would have done that to support herself in mainline canon, namely because I'm skittish about it (Warlords AU!Gisele is actually a priestess of Nald'thal who was plucked from the pillowhouses for this purpose, until she was given to Raubahn). But I think Gisele saw the gross economic inequalities in Ul'dah and the obscene wealth of the Order and was more than a little disturbed by it. Again, respect and devotion to the god, not so much the institution.

And then there’s Ishgard. HOO BOY.

It was very, very difficult for her to view the Ishgardian Orthodox Church as an institution through any lens but the one she has as a Thedosian, because so many of the superficial trappings are so similar to the Andrastian Chantry that did her a great deal of harm growing up. An institution that on the macro level was responsible for her people living in squalor and degradation or forced to be nomads piecing together what's left of their culture after Chantry-led genocide and colonization, and on the micro level it literally tore her from her mother and locked her up in a tower in the middle of nowhere and tried to tell her that a fundamental part of who she was was a curse and her existence a sin in the eyes of the Maker. She tried to be open minded and judge the Ishgardian church on its own merits, for the sake of her own sanity and her love for Haurchefant, and it did work for a time in the beginning--the fact that men held leadership positions was a huge culture shock to her but helped her to differentiate it, as did the fact that the Enchiridion couldn't be more different than the Chant of Light in many respects. But...then she went on the road trip and discovered the truth about everything.

The Ishgardian Church's penchant for secrecy, lies, and hypocrisy in the name of oppression reminded her uncomfortably of the Chantry's coverups of its various atrocities against the elves. She sees no fundamental difference between the lies the Chantry tells to oppress the Dalish and the ones the Church told to slaughter dragons and oppress the lower classes of their own people for a thousand years. And it colored her views inevitably. Gisele was furious for example when Haurchefant lay in a coma in the Congregation's infirmary after the Vault and priests came to perform last rites, when he was on the brink of death in the first place on account of the Archbishop and his "holy" band of thugs.

Gisele does come to a certain peace with the Church again after all is said and done though, and it really helps that her spouses and lovers who do believe in it and consider themselves pious (Aymeric, Haurchefant, and Lucia pretty much) aren't especially zealous about it and are rather progressive in their views of scripture. Getting to know the Scholasticate gang also really helped, and gave her the hope that the Church can reform itself into something better, to really serve the people; there are many, many good people in the institution, and cutting the rot out at the top did it a world of good, she thinks.

But she still decidedly is not a member of the Church and was given special dispensation to be married in Saint Reymanaud's to the lads despite not being dedicated to the faith, given that you know, she's the woman who ended the goddamn war.

That said, Gisele often says that she and Halone "have an understanding" because of what happened in Ishgard. In her darkest hour, when Haurchefant hung on by a thread, she prayed desperately to the Fury and made her a bargain: spare the life of my beloved and I will cleanse your church of these wicked men that do evil in your name. Haurchefant woke up, of course, and Gisele ran ripshit through Thordan and the Ward. Until this new raid came out I was pretty content to leave it ambiguous, but now that we've started to actually meet the Twelve for real and they are Legit Entities I have a lot of renewed feelings about That Deal Gisele Made With God. I'm adamant now that Halone really did hear Gisele and Aymeric's desperate prayers and saved Haurchefant because of that, and she very much noted that Gisele came good and upheld her end of the bargain. Until we get to that tier I probably won't write anything but it's on the table for sure once we do.

tl;dr: Gisele was devoted to Hydaelyn above all else, believes in the Twelve,and while she honors them all as a polytheist she considers her patrons to be Nald'thal and Halone, while giving special honor to Menphina and Thaliak.

#gisele surana #way too much meta

[simpysimps]

☻︎𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖊☻︎

Dolores!Cop!Adult x Reader!Cop!Adult

This oneshot fanfic contains: modern au, obsession, killing, ooc Dolores, spicy ending, blood

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"ughhhh!!"

Dolores groans as she puts down her cop things on the desk.

"What happened, mi amor?"

You ask Dolores as she plops down to her chair while she puts her head in her palm to rest or to just look more miserable than ever. Dolores looks at you as she notice your concern for her.

"Nothing really....just tired from work, the usual"

Dolores furrow her brows as she thinks of her bed just waiting for her to get home like a dog.

Currently you and Dolores are in your assigned cubicles because the two of you were assigned to research the current crimes that is happening around the city and send them to to your chief immediately to get it done already.

And Dolores just came back from patrolling the city and here she is complaining about many rule breakers. Whenever she rants to you, it's usually about work but then she mentions this 'guy' she met at a coffee shop she visited while taking a break at her patrolling.

"He was so hot and he was writing a love poem and so masculine! His so my type!!"

You look at her weirdly. And ofc as her bff you get concerned when they meet a guy they like but in the depths of your heart you felt this unwanted feelings. Like they were weighing you down but you brush off thinking it's just stress from work.

You listen to Dolores for over an hour now and she's still talking about the guy. To summarize what Dolores said, she said that they had many similarities like they like to read books about love drama and they care about family and all those.

The more Dolores talks about this, the more you were getting pissed. It was a irritating feelings and yes, you're aware of it but you don't know what it meant.

Dolores saw your frustrations and ask if you were ok. You didn't want Dolores to get all worked up about you so you lied about being 'fine'.

"Hey, you want something to drink?"

You change the subject so Dolores won't worry too much because she gets all worked up whenever your not ok or fine. You stand up from your chair and asked Dolores which she looks at you questioning your sudden action.

"Uh- sure? Can you buy me a ice coffee?"

You nodded in response and you told her that you'll be back in a few minutes. You could feel Dolores staring at you as you walk out of your cop station.

As soon as you close the door, you go to a alley beside the cop station. You usually go there to get out your frustrations by flipping a coin over and over again. You gritted your teeth in frustration about 'that guy' that Dolores keeps talking about.

You have been Dolores best friend for a lot of years now and you can't really deny it but you have some obsession with her. You're aware of this obsession with Dolores you even tried to stop yourself from obsessing yourself about Dolores but the pleasure of being by her side is too much for you and you possibly can't stop when you're this close with her.

In highschool every guy or girl that tries to communicate with her, you will not hesitate to threaten the people who comes near her and they never come near her ever again. The people you threaten never spilled that you threaten them because they know what you're capable of. I mean to be honest I think you can kill someone for Dolores.

Even though you were pretty famous for being an absolute hot shot in highschool till college, no one except the people you threaten, no one knew that behind those pretty, joyful eyes are full with obsession and hatred.

"You are mine....Dolores Madrigal..."

You whisper to yourself as you think of this guy. You plan to track him down and kill him. Yes, kill. No one can touch, talk to Dolores other than you. Even before meeting Dolores you already had an obsession with her. Everything was planned from the start. From the very start.

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Some time later you come back with Dolores's ice coffee and some snacks for you to munch on while you work.

"Y/n!! I HAVE SOME NEWSSS!!!"

You hurriedly come to Dolores trying not to spill the ice coffee. You give her ice coffee and you sit down to your chair to listen to her 'news'.

"You know the guy I was talking about earlier?!

"..Yea?"

"Well...HE TEXTED MEEEE!!!"

Your heart suddenly went ablaze but you didn't let Dolores see it so you acted like you were excited about this.

"REALLY?! LET ME SEE!!"

Dolores excitedly showed you her conversation with 'the guy' and ends up his name was Mariano. Dolores hands you her phone to see the Conversation that her and Mariano been talking about while you were gone.

"'Hermosa?'That's what he calls you?"

Dolores nodded in excitement unable to speak because of her excitement. You read more of their conversation and you were getting pissed the more you read it.

You handed Dolores phone back and while you do a mischievous plan comes to mind.

"oOOooh why don't you two go on a date~? To get to know each other"

Even though you didn't like this idea you had to. To own what's truly your's.

"OMG YOU'RE A GENIUS, Y/N"

Dolores said excitingly and kissed you on the cheek by giving her this 'great idea'. You didn't like this kiss because it didn't mean anything. She only gave you a kiss for giving her an idea on going out with Mariano.

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You and Dolores finished working. You stretch to your heart's content while Dolores was looking fresh as a baby's butt. You question why she looks like that.

"what do you mean? I look normal"

Dolores said protesting to what you said. You weren't that dumb to know that she was excited about her date later at evening.

You plan to follow Dolores at her date with Mariano later once they arrive at the place they were going. Luckily the two of you were roommates so you'll know where she's going.

The two of you arrive at your peaceful apartment and immediately. Dolores runs to her room and she's probably already going to bath to get ready for her date. Dolores left her phone on the center table of the living room.

Out of curiosity, you wanted to know what Mariano and Dolores was talking about. Ofc it was about the date but you wanted to know more about this 'Mariano'.

You know what's Dolores password so you type it in and quickly reads Dolores and Mariano's conversation.

'Hey, I'll meet you at the restaurant at 7:30pm, is dat ok?'

'Yup! Sounds great'

That was their last conversation. Weird. Usually Dolores would text this guy nonstop. She would ask him about his hobbies, what he likes and all those other stuff.

'Maybe she's nervous? Or too excited to text? Or maybe she wants to know more about him when she meets him face to face''

You think to yourself as you wonder why Dolores doesn't chat him that much. You hear Dolores bathroom door open and close. You assume she's done and was gonna pick her outfit for her date and put makeup on.

"Hey Y/n, is my phone there? I think I put it somewhere in the living room"

Dolores asks from behind her door. You respond after a few seconds so she won't get suspicious about it.

"Yea, it's here!"

You said to Dolores almost raising your voice so she can hear it behind the door.

Your hear the doorknob of Dolores's door jiggle and as she opens the door you see her in a beautiful dress.

You see her in a off shoulder, yellow, flowy, dress. It suited her. What's more shocking is that she putted her hair down. I mean the two of your are roommates and ofc you always see her hair down after waking up and you think it's cute like that. Her eyes still sleepy and her hair is a mess. It was such a sight to see.

Seeing her hair down and all dressed up is just so irritating for you. Yes she does look beautiful but the thought that bothered you is that she didn't dress up for you. She's this beautiful and yet she didn't dress up for you.

You gritted your teeth in anger as soon you saw her.

"What do you think, y/n?"

"....you look beautiful"

You try not to look irritated and luckily it worked. You were used to this since the next day people would go missing or be reported that they were murdered.

Dolores looks happy when you said she looks beautiful. She even blushed. You smile softly at her trying to look like your happy for your friend.

After getting the things she needed, Dolores says goodbye to you and closed the door. You felt so alone in your shared apartment. So cold and dark.

You go to your room in anger and slide open a plank of wood under your bed. It was your 'stalking clothes' and ofc you wash them cuz if you don't...you nasty.

You were dress in a black hoodie and a mask and some pants. I mean in this clothes you already look like your either gonna kill someone or stalk someone.

You bring your essential things and close the door behind you. You put a tracker on Dolores's phone to know where she's going.

You followed the yellow dot that was indicating Dolores's location. You arrive at the designated destination where Dolores was and there she is. Giggling and flirting with this "Mariano".

You clench your fist ready to punch the heck out of this guy but you hold back thinking you'll kill him later.

With much time on your hands, you decided to wait for them to finish their date and follow Mariano. While waiting you decided to go to a near vending machine and buy yourself a drink. Your eyes were still on Dolores while she grabs Mariano's hand and Mariano blushing from her sudden touch.

This made your heart break into pieces. You couldn't stand this sight but you have to, to keep Dolores.

"Why can't you just love me.."

You whisper to your breath as you saw Dolores having fun with Mariano.

A little while later, Dolores waves goodbye to Mariano as she giggles and making her cheeks red. Mariano waves goodbye to Dolores as well with a soft grin on his face.

You smile to yourself as you put your head down so Dolores won't notice you. You follow Mariano and put your hand into your pocket jacket to get ready to kill him.

Mariano stop at his step and looks back with a scared look at his face. The gap between you and Mariano was getting closer and closer and Mariano was getting nervous each time he turns his head behind him.

His aware that someone is following him and to your surprise he turns to a dark alley. You were cautious so you tried to peek to see why he turned to a dead end where he can be killed easily with no escape.

"I-I know someone's t-there so come out already! I'm not a-afraid!"

You can already tell he was afraid by the nervousness in his voices and he keeps stuttering. Those were clear signs of being nervous or scared. You couldn't help but laugh so you show yourself to Mariano but he can only see your figure not your face.

"Well well well, didn't expect you to notice me following you"

"What do you want from me?!"

The moon was barely giving light to the two of you maybe because the moon doesn't want to see this sight. You grin to yourself as you pull out your knife. You could feel Mariano's getting scared every step you get closer to him.

"Y/n?"

You stop at your steps when you heard a familiar voice. You turn your head to see Dolores looking at you with a tilted head.

"What are you doing with a knife?'

She said as she looks at the knife you were holding. You could sense that Mariano was now relaxed as you hear his sigh.

"D-Dolores! What are you doing here?"

"I followed you"

She said while looking at Mariano. You were somehow confuse how she's relax about this situation. You were holding a knife and Mariano is there almost peeing his pants and she's relax?

"Are you killing people again?"

Again? Wait- how does she know that you've been killing people? How much does she know? ....since when did she knew. She walks up to you and grabs your knife.

"That's now how you kill him, silly"

You look at Dolores in shock as she walks up to Mariano with a knife on her hand.

"D-Dolores, mi vida what are you doing-"

Mariano said before he was stabbed in the stomach. He flops into the ground as blood comes out of his wound. Your eyes were widened as you saw Dolores stabbed Mariano, the guy who she just went on a date with.

Dolores clothes has some splash of blood form Mariano. She turns around to look at you.

"That's how you kill him"

Dolores said with a joyous tone. She puts the knife on her bag and walks up to you.

"Y/n...I know you've been killing people who are talking to me or accidentally touching me"

She said while holding your chin towards her. You were in shock. Dolores killing a man? What a plot twist.

"You know how sexy you look when you get jealous? You're very very sexy, Hermosa"

She said while pulling down your mask and touches your lip with her thumb with a little bit of blood. Dolores looks at your lips and kisses you.

"Mm-!"

You let out a sudden shock from her seductive kiss. Dolores looks at you with mischievous in her eyes.

"Well...you wanna make out here?"

You look at her with your face beating red. She caress your cheek and kisses you again.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓷𝓭☻︎

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Hi it's me the author!! Hope you like this Dolores x yandere!reader! And I put a little spice on the end👀 hope you liked dat too- anyways THANK YOU FOR READING!! feel free to request anything you want me to write next!!

[liltouch-moved]

SM releases this year have been underwhelming in general. I don't understand why they don't put in more effort 😤 People are already saying SM's popularity is declining so if they don't step up their game soon fans are going to move on to other groups 🤷

i've seen people say that too but is sm's popularity really declining tho? i don't care about the numbers so i have no idea. but i feel like all their artists are doing well so i doubt they're worried about popularity.

as for the underwhelming releases... i think we as consumers can’t even do anything to influence that :/ if people stop spending money, sm will interpret that as declining popularity and invest even less in the artist. if people keep spending money in hopes of showing sm that the interest is there, they’ll take that as a sign to keep doing what they’re doing. if it isn’t broken don’t fix it and all that. so for us it’s a no-win situation 😬

which means that the demand for better production, more activities, more promotions, all that has to come from within - from the idols themselves. thing is, there are probably only a handful of idols that are so vital to the company that they can have some influence, but the majority definitely doesn’t... and the other thing is willing to speak up at the risk of upsetting management and ending up in the basement or with being lectured for three hours and your food getting cold lmao

anyways i’m rambling but if sm artists are as unhappy with what they’re getting as their fans, then they need to unite and make some demands. fans complaining isn’t gonna do shit and sm is definitely not gonna suddenly change their ways out of the goodness of their heart

#ask #anonymous #i have my doubts that it's ever gonna happen tbh #we know sm isn't a fan of giving idols too much creative control and they like criticism even less #and to make it under sm you kind of have to be the type of person that's okay with that #like some of them are definitely just there for the paycheck they don't care and wouldn't risk it #which is fine ofc get your coin #what i'm trying to say is i strongly doubt any sm idol is the type to actively try and change the fundamental ways of their company lol #(if you're unhappy it's just easier to wait for your contract to end and leave) #but who knows someone might surprise me and lead the revolution #sorry it took me a while to get to your ask and for writing so much but i have Thoughts <3

[k-dokja]

You feed us such great lengthy content,, what did we do to deserve this?? If requests still are open, can we get Taehoon nsfw HCs? Ofc if you feel like it! You’ve been writing a lot lately. Thank you for all the delicious HCs that you do! 🙇🏻‍♀️

I always get too wordy with my writing and never bother to edit to trim them down. I really need to be more succinct with my writing 😂 Honestly, it's the happy medium between bullet points headcanons and a full-blown piece for me.

— It's pretty much written in the Terms and Conditions of being Taehoon's girlfriend. If you ever bend down in front of him, knowing full well exactly who you are dating, you're going to get bend over the nearest surface. The moment you lifted yourself up, you will be met with a solid body blocking you from straightening yourself. Should've read the thing instead of agreeing with it without thinking twice.

— Just because you're in his bed, doesn't mean he's going to give you special treatments, okay. So if he's holding your hand while he's pounding into you, it's not him wanting to be as close to you as possible... he only wants to pin you down, okay. Don't look too deep into it. Okay, fine, he can be cute, sometimes. He kisses you far more often here, mostly because he knows he's being given the free rein and he will make the most of his times.

— Honestly, it's not even anything promiscuous, more likely to kiss your hair or forehead if he's on top of you. Maybe kissing your cheek and jaw if you're riding him. It all depends on the position, really. Most of the times, he keeps them short and sweet, because if he really goes in for the kiss, then he'd have to stop all the activities to focus fully on it.

— The view of your naked back in front of him... really does something to him. This is one of the huge reasons behind why he sneaks up on you so often. Him bending you over is an activity which occurred enough times that whenever you felt him hovering behind you, you already knew what is coming.

He'd use physical restraint to tease you, but never enough to hurt or cause discomfort. Always with the condescending smile of someone who knows he will get what he wants. He will always release you the moment you seriously want to wriggle out of his hold,

— Loves taunting you, and if you're into it, then you'd know that his mouth is filthy. If you're into it, he can skip straight past the dirty talking and plunge down the unfathomable depth of degrading. The worst of it is how he managed to say all of it with a grin, too, because then you'd know he's only teasing you and mean very few of his words. Unless... Unless.

— If there is any promises made between the two of you, then it will be delivered before either of you came. He will edge you and himself if he had to. He made a habit of keeping promises outside of bed, he will keep it even in bed, too. When he said he's going to make a mess out of you, he's going to make a mess out of you. If you promises him anything when he edges you, high chances are you'll regret it later.

— As always, you can never put a fixed schedule on Taehoon. Sometimes, he won't even instigate anything and let you do whatever you want. Other times, it's all he thinks about the moment you're within his vicinity. You can go for weeks without doing anything and Taehoon wouldn't even show any sign of being bothered about it. Then all the sudden, he's all over you the moment you wear something a bit too revealing. Flip of a coin, really.

— I'm going to be honest, he probably pulls you aside for a quick one while others are in the house. Whether if it's own home, yours, or even the company building, it's all fair game for him. He even managed to drag you into the shower with him after he practiced in the yard before. It's a miracle that somehow everyone remained oblivious to what you two did when you are alone.

— Not too creative in bed, methinks, he probably experimented early on to figure out what works best and stuck with them afterwards. He knows enough of what works and what doesn't to mix it up every now and then, but otherwise, not too interested in anything too bizarre.

— Nowhere near as kinky as he made you believe he'd be either. Won't be into any restraint unless it's physical ones, not into anything that draws blood either. He can get with asphyxiation if you're into it but it's not something he does on his own. Temperature play sounds interesting in theory but a hassle in practice, this goes with anything which requires props and a lot of preparations.

— Yes, not too big on toys either. Can see the uses of a vibrator but anything else, you'd have to introduce it to him. He's the type who's willing to try everything once, but if he's not into it then it's not going to happen again. You can ask him to try but he won't even hide that he's not into it. He expects the same from you, by the way.

If you don't like something, say it. He's not a mind reader, he's good enough with basic ethics and respecting your boundaries when it matters. But he needs communication to make it work for both of you.

— He doesn't see much point of oral? It's foreplay for him, not enough as a standalone thing. If you're going to offer it to him, he won't turn you down but he will look bored during the moment. He can't help it, he has nothing to do. Might thrust into your mouth to mess with you. If you try to use teeth on him, he will absolutely tug your hair back with a warning look. Honestly, he'd be delighted if you allowed him to control the pace.

This is why he doesn't really mind giving if he had to do it, because he can make you come undone and keep himself busy. Really likes your thighs and butt so I'd say he'll be exactly at home down there. If you squeezed around him, he's going to use that opportunity to spank you and tell you to behave. And yes, he does like spanking... he doesn't even keep this in bed, you're getting his handprint on your backside whenever you pass by him.

— Again, theme of inconsistency pops up with his rhythm. He won't go all hard or all slow, doesn't get how people manage to do that either. When he enters, he often makes it a deep, hard thrust, but changes pace to more languid, shallow ones. Yes, he will grind into you. God, he loves grinding. Does it all the times, most of the times it doesn't amount to anything because he wants to mess with you, the other times, he can use his knee alone to turn you into a mess.

— Had Taehoon used his knee to open your legs? The answer is yes. Had he managed to make you come while riding his thigh? The answer is also yes. Had he railed you while standing and didn't even get a leg cramp? Once again, yes to this question. Honestly, his resilience and stamina are pretty amazing on their own. You'd look like you're trying to catch your breath after a marathon while Taehoon looks brand new.

Don't look at him for too long though, you might give him ideas for second... or third... or fourth round really. I am serious when I said don't test the athlete, their spank can collapse your spine and their stamina can drain your life force.

— Often really quiet afterwards, he'd sit and bask in the afterglow for a while before his attention returns to you. Which is great because let's be fair, you probably need those few minutes to catch your breaths, reorient your thoughts, remember your name. You know, normal things people do. He'd look so smug if he finds any bruises he left behind, and then indefinitely more smug when he sees the number of scratches on his back. Might even have the audacity to tell you that you missed a spot.

But hey, if you want to cuddle, he's going to cuddle with you. If you want to clean up, then he's cool with it, showering with you is also nice. This is also the only occasion when both of you stand naked in the bath and you're not pressed to the nearest surface. Again, don't give him ideas.

#seong taehoon #seong taehoon x reader #sung taehoon x reader #sung taehoon #how to fight #viral hit #headcanons #smut

[yinses]

relationship headcanons

gojo satoru x instructor!reader

rating: t

a/n: we all obsess over gojo, now it’s time for him to simp over you

— you’re a teacher over at the sister school and have been rivals with gojo since before your own graduation. you’ve come close but have never bested him, so you’ve put all your frustration into raising the next generation of sorcerers to be stronger than his class ( and ofc to take out curses)

it’s all seriousness for you but fun and games for gojo. not everyone simps for him, believe it or not. the man is challenged on the daily but it’s less of an annoyance when it’s you. maybe because you don’t call him out for it. there is no boisterous demand for a showdown or obsessive rivalry. you bide your time and out your efforts into your students where it matters the most.

he can tell you want to make a bigger point. that the entire jujusu kaisen institution doesn’t need to rely on him to solve their problems. you truly believe that you can bring stronger comrades to the table. the goal of besting him was just a side objective

— you’re attractive. he’s attractive. there is no denying it. maybe under different circumstances he might have already taken you to bed by now but the chase is more thrilling. he’s known you for over a decade now but he doesn’t know the intimacies of your past. it’s a gamble how many people you’ve dated or what your experiences are like, but he does know he definitely has a chance.

the sexual tension is always there. more prominent for gojo because honestly he finds you determination so fucking sexy. the man is dominant but to be pinned down by your thighs ascends him. he has your number and is never not in your inbox. you rarely respond but he knows you read them, especially since he squeezes little updates about his class progress in between romantic poem quotes and blasts from the past.

you never answer his facetime calls but occasionally you’ll indulge a regular call, if only to voice appease him enough to stop him from filling your voicemail box. as you’re preparing dinner in your kitchen, he’s going on and on about little things that shouldn’t matter. but he doesn’t really have anyone else and it shows.

the man is an open book. confessing sprinkles of his frustrations around jesting stories about his cute little students and the bakery he now coined his favorite just two kilometers from his house.

sometimes he reminisces about school. about how visiting the sister school to see you was his favorite part of the semester. but he also delves into his own small class and how he misses the shenanigans the use to raise yaga’s blood pressure frequently. sure shoko is still here but geto- fuck, the guilt cracks in his voice. you don’t say anything still, what could you anyway to a man you shouldn’t adore baring his soul to you? but before a decision can come to head he’s swapped back to his usual self.

‘so that bakery has this delicious tiramisu. why don’t you let me eat it off of you one of these days? i love dessert in bed.’

across the city, gojo smiles so hard his cheeks sting when you hang up on him, shoulders more at ease than they’ve been in days.

— he never shows up for his meetings with yaga, god forbid there be a special invite from the croaking old bastard. but fuck- if you’re there? the man is on time just so he can secure a seat next to you.

you know this guy manspreads. thighs wide enough to align them with yours. you’re not jumpy, reading easily between the lines as you give him a curt glance from the corner of your eye. it’s a useless scold, because you only recieve a cocky grin.

god and does it egg him on. this man feeds on crumbs of your attention. his arm lounging comfortably along the back of the couch, fingertips dancing along the edge of your shoulder and tickling the collar of your neck.

it’s the fact that you’re consensual to it all that keeps him going. sure you bite back and huff with your cute little irritated pout- but you never say no. and that’s all the fuel he needs.

he can hear everyone just fine- like they’re sitting right there. but catch him leaning close, shoulders knocking together while he whispers in your ear. he’ll ask you to repeat things he definitely did not miss. ask you to explain things he obviously comprehends. you roll your eyes but coddle him anyway if only to cure your own boredom.

bonus: off to the side, miwa watches the two adults conspiring, foreheads just a breath away from tapping. she’s rooting for gojo if only for the benefit of seeing him around more. she’s been wanting to ask you to invite gojo-sensei to guest speak for months.

— fighting with you is basically foreplay. he’s never been so intimate with his infinity, absorbing every punch and jab. not enough to hurt terribly , but it’s physical contact from you and he won’t pass it up.

he’s supposed to be showing off for his students. itadori, his biggest fan, front and center as his own personal cheering squad. he can beat you but not demolish. you actually bring a challenge, which is why the two of you are often a treat at the exchange event.

gojo wants nothing more than to pin you down when the two of you grapple close for comfort. he knows he can get away with a nice hard grind or two, even thinks you’ll let him.

but his inner thoughts are his own downfall when you manage to get on top instead. not that he’s complaining. his infinity is strapped tight to his body, just barely keeping you at bay as you try to force your limbs to keep him in place.

this is bad. so bad because you’re leaning close- the hair from your sloppy bun whispering at his cheek. and your face is right there, near enough that he could flinch and you would be touching.

it’s entirely too intimate for a fight between instructors at a public event but damn he’s willing to let his guard down. besides what the fuck is he supposed to do when he can feel your mouth moving against the barrier.

‘is this how our first kiss is going to be? just you, me and the infinity?’

jesus fucking christ if you thought he was strong enough for that. it may as well be ‘pass go’ for gojo. because one second you’re held up by the invisible void and the next you’re tasting something sweet.

he’d just eaten a pack of chocolate covered cherries.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo blessings #some queso.

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Destiny

Ch 1- Breaking Point

Chapter Summary: Struggling to cope following the birth of their youngest, Katie has been hiding her feelings from Steve until an incident at home causes her to blow. Later, she takes a drive to clear her head and ends up in a familiar place, where she encounters an even more familiar face.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. Deals with the subject of Post-Partum Depression so please avoid if this triggers.

Chapter Pairings:  Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So this little Mini-Series is coined from an idea @icanfeelastormbrewing​ sent to me a while ago. It deals with some gritty subjects and is going to be quite angsty in places. I really hope I’ve done this sensitively.

Please let me know what you think- comments and re-blogs muchly appreciated.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Destiny Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chaos. That was the only word to describe the Rogers household at that point in time. Flossie was teething and screaming as a consequence, whilst Katie was trying her best to soothe her, but to no avail. Emmy was supposed to have taken Jamie and Rori out for the day, but she’d been invited out with friend and because Katie didn’t want her to have to spend her spare time helping her out instead of doing something fun, she’d told her not to worry about it and that she’d manage. And for the most part of the morning she had.

But not now.

Katie sighed as the yelling from the Den grew louder and rolled her eyes. She turned to the only one of her kids that was quiet at that time, Harry, who was sat at the kitchen table colouring, his little tongue poking out in concentration.

“You okay for a minute baby?” Katie looked at Harry as she juggled a very grumpy Florence in her arms.

He nodded, not looking up from his activity book. “Yup.” She looked at him, before she headed to the den to see what carnage awaited. When she walked in the door she saw Jamie stood there, the body to Rori’s Barbie doll in one hand, head in the other. Rori was screaming and stamping her feet.

“What the hell is going on?”

“HE BROKE MY ARMY BARBIE!” Rori screamed.

“Not on purpose!” Jamie countered, rolling his eyes.

“YES YOU DID!” Rori continued “You PULLED it and said that…”

“Okay, okay.” Katie sighed, cutting her off. “Jamie, why did you even take it from her in the first place?” “She was hitting me with it.” “Rori is that true?” Rori looked down at the carpet, dragging her toe slightly across the light blue rug. “Maybe.”

“You know, I don’t need this today.” Katie sighed. “Flossie’s mouth hurts, your dad is busy with stuff at work…” “It’s a Saturday.” Rori pouted “He should be with us.” “Yes, and he said he was sorry.” Katie looked at her “But he explained to you this morning he had to help some of his students as they have exams next week. He’ll be home soon and said he would make it up to you both tomorrow.” “But I want him here now.” Rori stamped her foot and Katie felt her temper starting to snap.

“Well, too bad!” She said loudly and Rori looked at her, blinking. “Sorry, but you’ll just have to put up with me, and I know I’m a huge disappointment compared to your father.” she shifted Flossie in her arms who had finally stopped crying. “Now, Jamie, go put the doll on the side in the kitchen.” Jamie walked out of the room as she turned to Rori. “Daddy will probably be able to fix it when he gets home.” “Okay.” She nodded.

“And In future, don’t hit your bother with your toys” Katie looked at her “Because then stuff like this happens.”

Rori opened her mouth to argue but one look from Katie made her shut it again. “Now, why don’t you bring the Scrapbook and do it at the table whilst Harry colours? Let Jamie play his computer in here alone.” “Okay, Momma.” Rori nodded.

Satisfied that splitting them up would at least, for the time being, solve the issue, Katie waited for her to gather the various bits of craft stuff she wanted to use and she pottered into the kitchen. Jamie was stood next to Harry who was enthusiastically pointing at something on the page and talking to him animatedly. She had to give it to her eldest son, when it came to Harry and Flossie, he had the patience of a saint but Rori…well, she pissed him off and to be honest Katie could understand why. She could be a damned nightmare and when she was in one of those moods, the only person that seemed to be able to quell her bad behaviour was Steve. One annoyed look from her Daddy and she would stop dead, it normally took Katie a little longer and as for anyone else, well, they might as well just all go to hell.

Taking a look at Flossie who was now mouthing at her collar bone, she moved to the freezer, grabbed a teething ring and settled her in the little bounce chair, the five month old seemingly calmed for the time being.

“Mom, can I see if Seb can come over?” Jamie asked.

“No chance.” Katie shook her head. “You just broke Rori’s doll, absolutely no way is your friend coming over.” “What?” Jamie blinked.

“Actions have consequences, Jamie.” She shrugged.

“But it was an accident.”

“Yeah, the doll’s head just fell off in your hands did it?” She looked at him.

“No, it was-” “Did you pull it?” “Yes, but-” “So what exactly where you trying to do if not break it?”

Jamie fell silent.

“Exactly,” Katie shrugged, “so no, he’s not coming over. If you behave then maybe tomorrow he can come stay, you can play in the pool.” “Dad said he was taking us to Coney Island tomorrow!” Jamie whined “So Seb can’t come then!” “Oh, how hard it must be to be you.” Katie rolled her eyes sarcastically “Choosing the Fair or your friend.” Jamie glared at her, folding his arms. “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.” “My dad always said it was a metric for potential.” Katie shot back, shrugging as she turned to the dishwasher which she had been halfway through unloading before until Flossie had started screaming. “Guess I’ll be a great woman one day.”

With her back to Jamie she smiled gently at the memory of the words her father had once said, and Tony’s reaction. And had she been any deeper in her memories she wouldn’t have heard the little jab that Jamie made.

“God living here sucks.” “Well feel free to pack a bag and leave.” Katie shrugged simply as she turned round to look at her son. “In fact, tell me where you wanna go and I’ll drop you off myself.”

“Maybe I will.” He shot back.

“Like I said, go ahead, I’m not stopping you.”

“Whatever, Mom.” He rolled his eyes. “You can’t kick me out. I’m only ten!” “I’m not kicking you out. You said you wanted to go, I’m simply not stopping you.” Jamie arched an eyebrow, his action making him look even more ridiculously like Steve and his hands dropped to his hips. “Fine, then I’ll just go to Uncle Bucky’s.” “Okay,” Katie nodded, closing the dishwasher. “Go pack a bag, Uncle Buck can deal with your attitude because I don’t want to anymore.” She held Jamie’s gaze, refusing to look away. Eventually her son’s eyes flickered away from her and he turned around with a groan. “Sometimes you’re like the worse mom in the world.”

It shouldn’t have annoyed her as much as it did, because God knows she’d said far worse to Tony when she was younger, and it was a stupid flippant comment, she knew that. But, coupled with everything that had gone on that morning and how much she’d been struggling in general with the kids recently, her patience which had been hanging by a thread, finally snapped. She could quite happily have slapped him right across the face but instead she took a deep breath and shook her head, glaring at him.

“You know what? I’ve really had my fill of you today James, get up to your room.”

“What?” “You heard me!” Katie’s voice rose as she pointed to the door. “Get out of my sight and up those fucking stairs now!”

Jamie blinked at her, she had never sworn at him like that before and his mouth dropped open and he swallowed.

“I’m telling Dad you used bad language.” He stuttered in response and Katie gave a sarcastic laugh. “Oh, are you? Well guess what? I don’t give a shit. You can tell him about that one too!” She blazed “Now I won’t tell you again. Go. To. Your. Room.” “I hate you.” Jamie seethed, and with a final glare at his mom, he wheeled round and stomped from the kitchen, his feet echoing loudly down the hall and up the large staircase. Katie heard his door slam before she leaned on the kitchen counter hanging her head, her eyes filling with tears. And then Flossie started to cry again.

“Momma?” Harry asked tentatively and she wiped her eyes and looked up, smiling.

“Yes, honey?” “I no hate you.” He said softly and she gave him a little smile.

“Me neither.” Rori whispered softly. “Jamie was mean.” Katie shook her head as she crossed the room to pick Flossie up. “He’s just angry because I told him off, don’t worry about it. Now can you two just behave in here for a second whilst I take Flossie into the living room and try calm her down, please?”

“Promise, Momma.” Rori nodded and Katie smiled softly. This was the other side to her daughter, the sweet, gentle, sassy but well behaved one that nine times out of ten the little girl displayed. She took Flossie with her, gently rocking her and soothing her again until her cries became little sniffles. And then she pulled her phone out of her pocket and called Steve.

***** Steve had just finished with the last small group of Students when Katie’s call came through.

“Hey, Doll, that was good timing.” He smiled gently, “I’ve just this minute finished.” “Hi, I just wanted to check what time you’d be home.” “Oh, erm…” Steve hesitated, “look, about that. Bucky called before and asked if I fancied meeting him and Sam for a drink before I come back for pizza like we promised the kids. Just I’ve not seen them in a few weeks really and-” “Oh. Okay.”

Steve frowned, that wasn’t like her. Normally she didn’t give a shit about stuff like that, in fact half the time she encouraged him to go out and socialise. “Sweetheart, if it’s a problem I can come home straight away?” “Please, I wouldn’t normally ask but-” And then to Steve’s horror she began to cry.

“Baby, what is it?” He grabbed his car keys and his jacket before he picked up his briefcase and strode from his office, locking the door behind him.

“I just…” she took a deep shuddering breath, “the kids have been driving me crazy. Well, okay not all of them, but Flossie is teething and won’t settle, Jamie and Rori have been fighting and Jamie pulled the head off her doll…” “Hang on.” Steve frowned as he walked out of the main door to the Art Faculty and took a right towards the parking lot. “I thought Emmy was taking those two out to give you a chance to keep an eye on Floss.”

“She cancelled earlier, said she’d been invited out. I didn’t want to spoil her plans, I mean like she said, they’re not her kids to babysit-” “Woah, she said that?” Steve reached his car and unlocked it, his frown growing deeper. “She actually said those words?” “Pretty much.” Katie sighed. “But she’s right, Steve. They’re our kids, my issue to look after them. Emmy has been working all week and-” “Katie, you asked her for one favour. One favour because Flossie hasn’t been well. It’s not like you ask her all the time. She shouldn’t have said that.” Steve tossed his jacket into the back of the car, shaking his head in frustration at his eldest. “Well that’s two of us saying things we shouldn’t.” Katie sniffed

“What do you mean?”

“I really lost it at Jamie. I wouldn’t let him invite Seb over because of the doll and then when he threatened to leave I said I’d pack his back and drive him wherever he wanted to go and then he called me the worse mom in the world and-” Steve paused, leaning against the open door of his car taking a deep breath.

“He hates me too, apparently.” Katie continued with a sniff. “And I know he’s lashing out and saying stupid crap because he’s angry but I lost it at him, told him to get up the fucking stairs and, Jesus, Steve I really wanted to hit him.” She started to cry again and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. He hated hearing her like this. She had been up and down since Flossie had been born but had insisted it was merely hormones and tiredness. As he stood there, the guilt washing over him at the fact he’d left her alone today in the first place, he was starting to wish he’d forced her to go to the Doctors months ago instead of accepting her insistence that she would be fine.

“Did you hit him?” He asked softly, already knowing the answer.

“No, of course no!” She bit back, angrily “What do you take me for?”

“I don’t take you for anything, Sweetheart.” He replied not rising to her anger, despite the fact he felt equally as pissed at his son’s attitude. “I’m merely making the point that it doesn’t matter what you felt. The fact is you didn’t.” “But-” “Honey, stop.” He spoke firmly but gently “Look, I’ll be home in about half hour. I’ll deal with him then and I’ll take them all out for a walk with Stark before dinner okay? Give you a little peace.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to ruin your plans or-” “You haven’t. They’re my kids too. We’re a team, we always will be.”

She sniffed again “Okay, see you soon.” “Yeah, hey. I love you.” “Love you too.” He cut the call and got in the car, starting the engine and as soon as his Bluetooth had synched up, he instructed the voice control to call Emmy.

“Hey Pops-” “Don’t hey pops me, I have a bone to pick with you Emily Jayne Rogers.” He spoke sternly as he set the car into reverse. “Did you actually say to your Ma that you weren’t helping out with Jay and Rori today because, and I quote, they’re not yours to babysit?” There was a pause “No, that’s, those weren’t my exact words.” “Well what were?” He asked, pulling the car out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Emmy sighed “I just said that I’d been invited out and seeing as I’d been working all week and they’re not actually my kids, I didn’t want-“

Steve let out a growl “For fucks sake Em!”

“Woah, hang on-” “We asked you to help us out today because Flossie’s been bad with her teeth and your mom needed a bit of time to just concentrate on her.”

There was a pause. “Well why didn’t she just say that before?” “Because she’s your Mom, and she won’t ever ask you to do something like that when you don’t want to, you know this.” Steve replied. “And now I’ve just had her on the phone, crying her eyes out as Jamie’s told her he hates her…” he sighed

“Sorry Dad.” Emmy said quietly. “I didn’t….if I’d have realised it was that big of an issue…” “We know they’re not your kids but if we ask you to help out it’s a last resort.” Steve continued, “I’m well aware you and Queens have your own life to lead too and we don’t want to take it for-granted that you can drop everything to help out, but sometimes, well, especially with everything that happened with Flossie, your Mom just needs a hand ok? She’s done enough for you over the years. She still does.”

“I know.” Emmy sighed, her tone contrite. “I’m really sorry.”

“Okay, well let’s leave it there then.” He said, his tone softer. “Are you home tonight or…” “Yeah, I’ll be home around ten. I’ll apologise to Mom then too“ “Fine, I’ll see you later.”

After another apology from Emmy, Steve cut the call and took a deep, calming breath as he slowed to a stop at a set of lights. He was dreading what he was going to walk into when he got home. He hated being ‘Bad Cop’ but there was no way Jamie was getting away with what he said, regardless of whether or not Katie had snapped at him.

True to his word he arrived home just under thirty minutes after speaking to Katie. He let himself in, giving Stark a quick pat hello before he was accosted by a flurry pink t-shirt, green corduroy dungarees and brown hair.

“Hi, Daddy!” Rori grinned at him as he swept her up into a hug.

“Hey Princess.” He smiled, giving her a kiss to her cheek. He then smiled at Harry who was toddling towards him, and with his other arm he easily picked him up too. “Hey, Buddy.”

With a kid in each arm, he followed Flossie’s soft cries to the living room.

“Hi, Sweetheart.” He said, smiling at Katie who looked at him as she gently rocked their daughter to and fro in the little rocking crib that stood by the sofa. He took a deep breath as he looked at her face. She was exhausted, he could see that. Her eyes were red from crying, she was pale but she still managed a soft smile at him.

“Listen, can you two go play and let me speak to momma for a few minutes? I promise I’ll come through in a little while okay?” Steve looked from Harry to Rori who gave a dramatic pout but one look from Steve stopped her in her tracks and she sighed.

“Ok, Daddy.” “Thank you.” He smiled as he placed them both down and they headed out of the room.

“C’mere.” He sighed to Katie as he dropped down next to her and she leaned straight into his open arms as he pressed a soft kiss to her head. “You wanna tell me properly what happened?” So she did. She explained all about the fight between Jamie and Rori, the broken doll, her argument with Jamie afterwards. She was sobbing by the time she finished, and Steve simply sat still, his arms round her as she pressed her face into his chest.

“So you cursed at him.” Steve said, and Katie nodded “I’m sure he’s heard far worse from TV and Bucky and Sam for that matter.” “That’s not the point.” Katie shook her head, pulling back. “I lost my temper, big time. I shouldn’t have done. I could have quite happily smacked him straight across the face.” She sniffed “What kind of mother feels that?”

“Katie, what he said was downright nasty. I’m not surprised you reacted the way you did.”

“I know he was pushing the boundaries and what he had said was out of order but still, he’s a kid.” Katie swallowed. “I should know better than to argue back with him or scream at him the way I did.” “Honey, you’ve had a really, really stressful year one way or another.” Steve took a deep breath and wiped her tears with his thumb. “I do think though that you should see a doctor, just to talk about things.” Katie shook her head. “I’m just tired Steve.” “Katie, you said this the other month when I suggested it and you’re clearly not just tired.” He replied, a little sternly.

“Steve I don’t need to see anyone.”

“You trying to convince me or yourself?”

“I just need a nap. I’m exhausted.”

“Katie…” “Just leave it, Steve.” She said a little louder. “Please.” Steve took a deep breath.  “Fine, I’ll leave it for tonight. But this conversation is not over.”

She looked at him, her green eyes flashing angrily before she shook her head and stood up “Whatever, I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”

“Do you want me to order you any dinner?”

She shook her head “Just get what they want, I’ll eat something later.”

He watched her go before he glanced down at Flossie who was sleeping and headed through to the kitchen.

“Daddy we get eeza?” Harry looked up at him from where he was once more sat colouring and Steve smiled, dropping his hand to the back of his head.

“Sure are.” He smiled “What kind d’ya want?”

“Ham and ‘ineapple.” He nodded.

Steve pulled a face “Pineapple does not belong on pizza.” “Does.” Harry insisted giggling. “You silly.”

“Oh am I?” Steve asked, his hands shooting down to his son’s side as he tickled him slightly, Harry giving a squeal as he squirmed away from his touch. Steve chuckled and dropped a kiss to his head as Rori watched him.

“I agree with Harry.” She said. “Ham and pineapple is the best.”

“Well I’ll get you a large one and you can both share it, that okay?” Rori nodded and Steve smiled. “Good, now Princess, I need you to do me a huge favour. I need to go and speak to Jamie. Flossie is sleeping but if you hear her wake up I need you to come get me okay?”

“He broke my doll.” Rori said, frowning, “Look.” She pointed to the side and Steve looked up, taking a deep breath as his eyes fell on the beheaded toy.

“I know, and that’s what I’m going to speak to him about.” He looked back at his daughter. “Now, Rori, I want you to tell me honestly, what were you doing to him to make him break it?” She looked at him, her green eyes round as she blinked and then looked down at the table. “I hit him with it.”

“Why?”

“He was being annoying, he wouldn’t let me watch my programme on TV.

“You shouldn’t do that.” Steve looked at her sternly. “That was naughty.”

“I know. Sorry.” She looked down again before she glanced back up. “Momma said you might be able to fix her.” “I’ll have a look.” He nodded

“If not then Jamie can buy me a new one with his allowance.” Rori shrugged.

“No he can’t.” Steve shook his head. “It serves you right for hitting him with it in the first place.” “But, Daddy!” Rori exclaimed, utterly horrified.

“Aurora,” Steve looked at her, shaking his head, “don’t argue with me.” She pouted and then let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine.” “Now, can you do what I asked whilst I go speak to your brother? And then once I’m done we can go to the park for bit before we order dinner.”

“Yay! Park!” Harry cheered as Rori nodded. Steve ruffled her hair before he headed up the stairs.

He knocked on Jamie’s door and then walked in, closing it behind him. Jamie glanced up at him from where he was sat on his bean bag playing on his Xbox, and one look at Steve’s face made the ten year old avert his eyes.

“Yeah, you might as well look like that.” Steve spoke sternly “James, I’m so disappointed in you. Do you have any idea about how upset your Mom is after you told her you hated her?”

“I didn’t mean it.” Jamie looked down at his hands, his voice quiet.

“I should hope not.” Steve shook his head, sitting down on the edge of Jamie’s bed. “Why did you say it?”

“Because she was shouting at me and she made me angry.”

“You make us angry too sometimes.” Steve looked at him. “How would you feel if we told you we hated you?”

Jamie looked down, swallowing as she shrugged a little. “Sad.”

“Exactly.” Steve watched him. “Now, you know why was your mom was shouting don’t you?” “Because I was fighting with Rori and broke her doll.” Jamie said, before he took a deep breath “But she was hitting me with…”

Steve cut him off, holding his hand up. “Yes, I know she was being a pain in the ass but she’s younger than you and sometimes you just need to rise above it. We’ve told you before, if she’s annoying you, you come find one of us to deal with her.” “But Flossie was crying so I didn’t want to give Mom more to deal with.” Jamie sniffed and Steve saw him reach up to wipe his eyes. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not me you should be apologising to.”

“I know.” Jamie looked down. “Is Mom still upset?” “Yeah, she is.” Steve nodded “But she’s gone for a nap so you can apologise later when we get dinner.”

“Okay.” Jamie nodded “Do you think she will forgive me?” “Of course she will, she’s your Mom. She loves you, we both do, more than anything.” Steve spoked softly, watching as his boy raised his head to look at him. “But that doesn’t mean what you said is okay or that it won’t hurt anymore. And if I ever hear you saying that to your Mom, or anyone of us for that matter I’m gonna be really mad, you got that?” Jamie looked down, his tears falling onto his carpet. “Yes, Dad.”

Steve took a deep breath and then spoke again, this time his voice was a lot gentler. “You know Rori wants me to make you buy her another Doll out of your allowance.”

“I will if I need to.” Jamie shrugged and Steve smiled, reaching out to gently lay his hand on his son’s head.

“Well, I’ve told her if I can’t fix her doll then its tough luck because she shouldn’t have hit you with it” Steve shook his head. Jamie looked up at him and gave a soft smile. “But that doesn’t mean you breaking it was acceptable.” Jamie nodded to show he understood.

“Okay, well, I’m gonna go check on your momma then we can take Stark for a walk. Get some fresh air at the park. But when we get back, you’re having dinner and going straight to bed. Actions…”

“…have consequences, yeah I know.” Jamie let out a sigh.

“Alright, get your stuff and grab Stark’s leash and I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute.” “Okay, Dad.”

Steve stood up and headed out of Jamie’s room, over to the landing. He quietly opened the door and as suspected Katie was curled up on the bed, the TV playing gently in the background, her eyes closed as she slept. He walked over to her, dropped a kiss to her head before he turned off the TV and headed back out of the room, closing the door behind him.

*****

When Katie woke the house was quiet and empty. It wasn’t quite six pm yet, so she assumed Steve had taken the kids out as he had suggested before. But the quiet was as suffocating as the noise had been earlier and she needed to escape. She headed into the hallway, grabbed the keys to her Range Rover before she hesitated, and with a smile took the ones to her Camero instead.

She drove and drove, not paying any attention to where she was going. Just letting the feel of her beloved car sooth her as she turned the steering wheel, the leather smooth in her hand, the noise of the engine reminding her of the day Tony had given it to her, singing along to whatever her shuffle threw up over the speakers.

When she finally focused on her surroundings, she realised she had driven herself to the old compound perimeter fence. She kept going a little further round, finding the parking lot for the Memorial Gardens before she parked and climbed out. She hadn't set foot on the Garden grounds since that day, five years ago almost, when the President has opened them. Once the rubble had been cleared from the grounds, the remaining area of the facility had been refurbished and she had agreed with Pepper to donate it to a Military Charity, although Katie had her suspicions that Ross had gotten his claws into it, even if she couldn't prove it. That area stood behind a huge fence but the rest of the grounds has been converted into public gardens. The lawns were well kept. Shrubs pruned, flower beds well-tended. You would hardly know that a brutal battle had taken place here. But Katie knew, she remembered it like yesterday, and her eyes could pick out that spot from here.

The spot she had watched her brother succumb to the injuries he sustained from wearing the gauntlet. She didn't need the little plaque that told her where it was. She could find it in her sleep. Her eyes strayed to the right, to the path that led to the woods round the side which contained the clearing where she had spent so much time with Steve and Nat, and suddenly she craved for it. She craved the peace and sanctuary that little clearing has given her. She strode over the lawns, ignoring the curious looks she was getting from some people who were out in the gardens and slipped through the gaps in the oak trees and headed along the now overgrown track until she came to the little clearing. Smiling, she saw the initials still carved into the tree. SR KS in a heart, Steve's joke one afternoon as they'd snatched half an hour at lunch between his training drills.

“Seriously?” she snorted as Steve turned to her, grinning as he folded his pocket knife up and slipped it into his utility belt.

“This is what we did in my day, Doll, no graffiti.” He grinned and she’d shook her head, snorting.

“No, just vandalism on a poor, defenceless tree.” She laughed as his arms circled her waist, his chin dropping to her shoulder.

“Not like the tree can feel it.” He replied with a shrug, kissing her neck.

She gave a little snort at that, wondering what exactly Thor’s friend Groot would do if Steve tried to carve their initials into him... The ground was dry thanks to the summer weather so she happily dropped to the grass, her back to the trunk of the aforementioned vandalised tree and pulled her knees to her chest. She took a deep breath, allowing the silence to wash over her, to calm her. She thought about all the times she had spent here and on the compound. The good times had far outweighed the bad, in fact one of the happiest days of her life had been on the lawns out there- her wedding. What a beautiful day that had been some fifteen years ago. A time before The Accords, a time before Thanos, a time before the death of her best friend and her brother had ripped a huge hole in her life. Laying her head back against the rough bark she took a deep breath and her mind flicked to the events of the day and how bad she felt about her outburst at Jamie. No one had told her motherhood would be easy. In fact, quite the opposite. But she had coped. And to be honest she thought that her and Steve had done a pretty good job so far. But Flossie had been hard work from the start. She had struggled to feed, struggled to settle at night, the only one out of her and Steve's four biological kids to ever fall sick for longer than a day at a time and all this coupled with the fact it had taken Katie almost two months to recover from her operation had left her feeling helpless.

She hadn't been able to drive to any of the paediatrician appointments, any of her follow up hospital appointments, hadn't been able to take the kids to school, sports clubs or take Flossie out anywhere to escape the house without help. Steve had stepped up, because he was that kind of man, a good one doing right by his wife and kids, but still the fact she was limited to leaving the house when Steve or someone else was there to lend a hand had been hard on her mentally. This hopeless, dark despair had festered in her chest and she felt useless because she hadn't been able to look after any of her kids alone. And then, as if by magic, the cloud had lifted. She had still been a little down on some days, but on the whole just better. She was given the all clear to exercise so threw herself back into that, losing not only the baby weight from Flossie but taking it a little further and finally ridding herself of the extra 15lb Harry had given her before that. She felt good, she looked good all things considered, and it showed. She felt happier at work, happier at home and far happier in the bedroom, Steve seemingly couldn't keep his hands off her...but she knew that he would have been like that regardless of what she looked like. That was one thing in her life she was confident in- that her soldier loved her no matter what.

All this meant the noise in her head had quietened to a point where she could shut it out completely, she could get on with life, concentrate on her husband and children, control her emotions, well, until her outburst today.

Fuck, maybe Steve was right. Maybe she did need to speak to someone. They had warned her at the hospital that she’d feel some mood swings- all part and parcel of recovery as her body went through the damned menopause, thanks to her hysterectomy, and they’d told her that support was available…but the thought needing it made her feel even worse. After everything she had faced, through her SHIELD and Avenging days, her suffering at the hands of HYDRA...she’d never once had PTSD or depression beyond a few nightmares and panic attacks. The thought that she now might need counselling of some description because she was struggling to cope with her baby and her damned emotions made her feel weak.

“What kind of mother can’t cope with her own children?” She mumbled out loud to herself. “I mean, what on Earth is the point of me even being in their lives if that’s the case?”

She fell silent again, as she wiped a tear from her cheek before she closed her eyes, remaining quiet simply listening to the birds and noises of the stream which ran through the woods to the lake…and then a voice spoke. A voice she hadn't heard for seven years bar in her dreams. A voice she had known all her life. A voice that had comforted her, disciplined her, argued with her, encouraged her...

"I like what they did with the place. A little smaller memorial than I would have liked, but, suppose it’s the thought that counts." Her breathing grew erratic and her eyes flew open, the tears now steadily pouring from them. With a shuddering breath, Katie scrambled to her feet and looked straight into the deep brown eyes of her bother.

Her dead brother.

Her dead brother who was standing in front of her, dressed in one of his usual three piece Tom Fords, that typical Tony Stark smirk on his face as he glanced at her, his smile growing even wider.

“Hey Kiddo.”

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