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icallhimjoey · 6 months ago

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no no no no no NO no NO! NO! joe can NOT get away with this! he's gonna deny us our *fun* isn't he? this absolute bastard can NOT think that this is an acceptable way to keep us around! NO!

you know what? you're right. you're so very, very right. Wordcount: 3.3K

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All The Aces

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Joe was wrong.

Joe was wrong, but... he wasn’t stupid, as it turned out.

So that first time, you hadn’t really fully realised what was happening, which – fine. Who could blame you? And you would argue that, the next two times after, it also wasn’t really your fault that you hadn’t caught on...

The fourth time; obvious. You would’ve been an absolute idiot had you not put the pieces together... which, you had, so, you also weren’t stupid.

And also, if it wasn’t for Izzy, maybe it would’ve all clicked into place on the third time.

It was just that... Joe went about it a little too calculated at first, the sneaky fucker. Likely because he was also testing the waters, trying to figure out what he could get away with.

And.

Well.

The answer was: A Lot, Apparently. But again; who could blame you? Joe wasn’t stupid.

Joe wasn’t stupid at all.

When he’d buzzed you up into his flat whilst he was making dinner, you’d barged in with a million things on your mind. All of them extremely negative and ultimately: unimportant.

“I know you’ve not invited me over to just rant at you for ages, but, can I just rant at you for ages?” You dropped your bags right where you were standing.

Joe, spatula and pan in hand, eyes on the food, went, “Ages?”

“Okay, fine. A minute. Can I rant at your for a minute?”

You hadn’t even said hello to each other, priorities elsewhere right now. This shit was on your mind and you needed it off your mind.

Joe’s eyes quickly found his oven timer and he reached for it to set it. To a minute. Because he was a comical genius, you see.

“All right, one minute…. And, go!”

You ignored the stupid joke and just, unleashed. There was some work shit, some small annoying things that had frustrated you throughout the day, but when you got your phone out to read a text thread between you and a childhood friend, you really got into it.

The oven timer went ignored. It beeped, but Joe just silently turned it off and put it to the side. You were in the middle of a sentence and whatever the problem was, this seemed important to you.

He knew it was all petty shit you likely already had all the answers to, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t listen.

Joe tried his best to follow along. Really, he did. But he was also finishing your dinner, peeling potatoes and cutting vegetables, and you were going a hundred miles an hour, straying off the main story every ten seconds to explain whatever was going on better. Which, it didn’t. It only confused Joe more, but he nodded along. Said things like, Oh my god, no way and what the fuck at all the right moments like a good friend would do. Like a good boyfriend would do.

“It’s not my fault we’re not as close as we used to be, she went off and had four children- four, Joe. Four.”

You’d started pacing.

“And then she went, “oh you still living with that girl?” That girl – Izzy, we’re talking my best friend since uni, Izzy. That girl. What the fuck does she think she’s even saying?”

Arms were flying, and Joe silently covered a pan with a lid for fear of your phone landing in it.

“And remember when, like, four years ago, I went to celebrate new year’s with her instead of with our group, just because she’d asked a million times, and she didn’t want to come down to join our party? And then she mixed drinks and got me so drunk, I didn’t even make it until midnight? She’s still holding that over my head, look,” you just kept going, read a text message aloud about maybe trying that again and just doing mocktails so she would actually be able to see the fireworks this time.

You sighed aggressively and turned its back end into a frustrated cry.

“Am I insane? Don’t actually answer that, but… am I insane?”

You stopped pacing to look at Joe, and... you had to take a second to take in what you were seeing.

Joe was stood leaning against the countertop where, behind him, potatoes were sizzling loudly in a frying pan. He had his arms crossed over his stomach, head cocked to the side and he was just… staring at you. Slightly biting into his lip. Smiling, a little. It was a way of looking at you that you could feel within your chest. That made you whole face heat up as you felt how the tops of your cheeks blushed.

Rude.

Had he even been listening at all?

“Be helpful, please. Am I insane?” you asked again, arms flying once more, outraged and in need of a very specific answer.

Joe let his smile grow a little wider and kindly assured you, “You’re not insane.”

He got it right.

“Thank you.” You let your shoulders visibly drop, glad to have heard Joe say what you needed him to say. But then you looked behind him.

“You’re burning the potatoes.”

Joe just kept his eyes on you and said, “I know.”

Didn’t unfold his arms. Just kept his warm eyes on you, that fondly stared a little dreamily.

“Joe,” you scolded, half laughing as you stepped closer to take the pan off the fire, but Joe was faster and turned the hob off just before you could intervene. Then he immediately took advantage of you being closer and used both of his hands to cup your cheeks. To hold you by your jaw, and to tip your head back for him.

Then he gave you that same look again.

Half-lidded, soft, adoring eyes that just stared down at you as he smiled a little.

“What?” you asked, expecting him to lean down for a kiss that didn’t come.

“Not insane.” Joe cooed.

You sensed a but coming.

“But?”

“But…” Joe leant down a little, got a little closer. “But you’re very pretty.”

“But I’m very… Joe, that has nothing to do with–”

Joe cut you off with the kiss you’d been waiting for. Soft lips brushed to yours in a funny position because he caught you in the middle of a word, strong hands holding you in place. You let your fingers wrap around his forearms and attempted to pull away, but Joe wasn’t having it. He used the very brief moment your lips parted to whisper, “So pretty.” into your mouth before he was back on you, arm now curling around the back of you to keep you from leaning back any further.

The kitchen smelled of delicious food, and you’d just spent at least ten minutes pacing around the room whilst tirading about something ultimately so very insignificant, especially to Joe, but the boy was kissing you.

Told you that you weren’t insane.

Said that you were so pretty.

Had cooked you dinner and had let you spew about an old friend trying her best to reconnect without telling you that you were being silly.

You probably were being silly.

Today just hadn’t been the best day.

And written communication had the tendency to change in meaning depending on your mood.

You could read everything again the next day and interpret all of it differently.

You were being silly.

But the boy was kissing you now, and it was just the perfect remedy to a shitty day.

Joe held you in place and kissed you until he felt you sigh into him. Until you gave in, and decided that, yea, sure, Joe could just make out with you in his kitchen for a while if he wanted to.

Joe swallowed the soft sounds you made and softly groaned in return. He loved how he could feel you grow more relaxed under his hands. Loved the way you were pulling him down to you to get more of him. Loved how you started to deny him pulling back, now more desperate for him than he was for you.

When you felt Joe’s hands start to wander down your back and round out over your bum for a squeeze, you managed to break free from Joe just long enough to say, “Should we have dinner first?”

As an answer, Joe bent through his knees a little and you felt how his grip grew stronger as he was about to lift you up. You got your arms around his neck just in time.

“Nah,” Joe murmured into your mouth, hands firmly under your thighs as he encouraged you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Dinner can wait.”

You got walked over to the bed where Joe laid you down and then just lazily kissed you for a bit longer.

Where you sunk into his mattress and tangled up into his sheets whilst dinner out in the kitchen grew cold.

Where roaming hands were heavy and wandering, pulling at the hems of shirts as palms searched for smooth, bare skin to touch.

Where you eventually grew a bit impatient and tried undoing Joe’s trousers with fumbly fingers, not breaking your kissing.

Where you slipped a hand inside and felt how hard he was.

Where Joe pretended to suddenly care about dinner until you got your mouth on him and he let himself fall back into his pillows, eyes fluttering shut.

Where the sun was setting outside, casting the room in soft warm oranges as Joe used careful, gentle hands to get you out of your clothes.

Where Joe wanted to see all of you.

Where Joe wanted to feel all of you.

Where Joe made you laugh when you bit into his shoulder, and panted, “I take it back, what I said earlier. You are insane.”

Where, after a while, when Joe burrowed his face into your neck and didn’t remove it, you knew he was in the homestretch. Mind blank. Just feeling.

And you were right.

It didn’t take long for pants to turn into groans, for rhythmic thrusting to turn into sloppy hip-clashes, and for Joe to tense up all over with a held breath before turning into a boneless collapsed man who felt like all the strength within him had just left through his dick.

It took a while for Joe to return back to earth. He just laid on top of you, face pressed into the crook of your neck, breathing so close to your ear it almost sounded like he was inside of your skull.

When Joe finally did remove his face from being pressed into your neck, there was a spit-string connecting you together still.

“Oh, ew,” you laughed, moving your face away slightly, “That’s disgusting.”

Hovering over you, cheeks flushed and hair messy, you saw how Joe looked at the spot where he’d been drooling all over you, and he grimaced.

“Oh, no, maybe,” he leant onto one elbow to get a hand into the crook there, already laughing. “Maybe don’t,” he started wiping, tried to get a bit of duvet in there which only made you feel how wet it actually was. When you moved a little more to get a look, Joe tried to stop you from seeing the wet patch of saliva he’d left behind.

“No, don’t look! Stop!” he was laughing now, and against his advice, you got a hand in there to feel.

“What the fuck, Joe, you drooled all over– Joe! There’s a fucking puddle!”

For a short moment, Joe acted like a child caught sneaking a snack he wasn’t supposed to have taken from the pantry, very cute yet very guilty. That quickly changed into a more indignant attitude, where he gave you a face for giving him a hard time about enjoying himself.

It was only a bit of spit.

“I’ve cooked you dinner!” Joe exclaimed as he climbed off of you, and he said it like the argument was meant to make your neck less wet somehow.

“Which has absolutely gone cold.”

“Come on,” Joe held out a hand. “I’ll heat it up and we’ll have it outside.”

“How about,” you started, grabbing the hand and letting him pull you up. “You go heat up dinner, I’ll wash your sheets, and, um, shower.”

Joe didn’t let go of the hand he was holding, and pulled at it until you were up on your feet where he was quick to lock his arms behind your back to keep you close.

“How about,” Joe copied your tone to make you laugh, and got his face back into the same crook of your neck where he blew a raspberry to make you squirm. “We both take a shower, and then we get the rest sorted after?”

You’d never taken a shower as long together before. No funny business - just actual washing. Except, Joe would keep kissing you places he would then wash straight after, because you clearly thought his spit was dirty now, so every press of lips got chased by a soapy shower sponge and it took for fucking ever for Joe to stop thinking the bit was hilarious.

To be fair, you hadn’t quite figured out how to not laugh every time he did it, so... partially your fault, you guessed.

But what wasn’t your fault, was how not orgasming hadn’t been weird at all. How that hadn’t consciously crossed your mind once. You’d been distracted with wet sheets and soapy kisses and then after all that, a lovely home cooked meal outside on the balcony where you had it with your hair still wet, dressed in just T-shirts and underwear.

It wasn’t your fault the first time, it wasn’t your fault the second time, and it definitely wasn’t your fault the third time, when Izzy barged in right in the middle of it.

It also wasn’t exactly her fault, though.

All Izzy had done was get home from work.

You were right in the middle of the hallway of your shared flat, pressed up against a wall, half naked, in Joe’s arms.

And then Izzy walked in.

Now… you’d seen Izzy freak out before. But to see two of your friends mid stand-up-fuck in your own hallway after a long day at the office triggered a new form of anger within your flatmate. It didn’t help that, as you were trying to get out of Joe’s grip to rush into your bedroom, that Joe’s hold on you only strengthened.

Izzy was the first to start shouting, and a fraction of a second after her first, “Oh my God!” you and Joe started shouting too.

Izzy was stood in the doorway where she was shielding her eyes, workbag sliding from her shoulder into her elbow, and she was screeching on the top of her lungs, “Oh my God, Oh my GOD, no! No! What the fuck! No!”

Joe shouted, “Leave! Leave!” right into your ear with an unmistakable urgency in his voice whilst the cutting edge left no room for argument.

And then there were panicked screams coming from you, high-pitched words tumbling over each other, all sentences unfinished, half telling Izzy to close the door behind her, half telling Joe to let you go.

Which, he didn’t do.

Joe just held on stronger and used his legs to press you against the wall like he was trying to make the two of you disappear into the brick there, and it hurt.

The chaos lasted maybe four seconds. Five tops. It was all overlapped loud voices, all frantic movements and then… to make an already awful situation even worse… Joe orgasmed.

You shrieked, “Wh– Are you coming? Are you coming right now?” as your eyes nearly bulged out of your head with shocked outrage, hands trying to push at his shoulders whilst your legs tried to find the floor.

It was the worst evening you’d had in a good while.

After everything, you sat on the foot of your bed, hugging your knees and Izzy stood on the threshold of your bedroom, asking what she’d ever done to you for you to decide that having sex in the shared hallway at twenty minutes past six in the evening was a totally normal thing to do be doing.

Joe’d quickly left after. Was out the door in a flash after the world’s most awkward apology ever.

“Sorry Izzy, for, um... yea, for making you see… and, um, hear that.”

“Fuck off Joe.”

“Yea, I’m… sorry, I’ll leave. I’ll see you Friday, yea?”

“I said, fuck off, Joe.”

“So sorry. Sorry.” Joe had paused, and then a single look of Izzy had made him go, “Yea, yea. I’m going.”

He hadn’t even dared to turn around to find you in your bedroom first. He’d just walked straight out and texted you, “Got sent home. Call me in a bit?”

Promises were made of removing clothes behind closed doors from now on – preferably locked doors, please. And if you couldn’t take four more steps to get yourselves into your bedroom first, for the love of God, please, just go over to Joe’s. He’s got a whole place to himself and you could fuck on the doormat for all Izzy cared.

You apologized too.

Said it would never happen again.

And then Izzy said she had to not look at your face for the rest of the night because she kept reliving the visuals, and – fair. That made sense.

You kind of didn’t want to see your own face for a second either.

And there was no way that Joe had planned to deny you an orgasm like this, but... it was real fucking convenient that Izzy always came home from work around the same time each day. It was real fucking convenient that he’d gotten you incredibly worked up with cute little text messages all throughout the day. Real fucking convenient that he walked in with his shirt tucked tightly into his jeans and far too many of the buttons undone for you to be normal about it.

There was no way he’d planned it.

But he’d definitely given the situation a little nudge into the direction it had eventually headed into, and no one could blame you for not having seen it then.

Not yet.

But then the fourth time happened, and Joe’d just edged you all night. Was very open about his teasing. Made you tell him if you were getting close, and then when you did, he’d just… ease off. Pull back. Let you whine and cry for it until he thought you’d pleaded enough for him to be nice again.

He’d gotten you so close.

So, so close.

But not close enough.

And then, when he came and just rolled over after, you knew.

This guy was having sex with you without letting you orgasm.

“You’re sick, you know that? Like an actual sociopath.”

“I’m just following instructions.”

Yea, all right.

Yea.

Fine.

He’d gotten away with it up until now, which, well done, Joey. This idiot really thought he held all the aces, didn’t he? Smug little bastard.

But you know what?

Good.

He could feel that way.

You were going to let him feel that way.

There were loopholes.

Easy ones too.

Joe was wrong, and clueless, and maybe, actually… he was a little stupid, after all.

And you were stubborn. Determined. Persistent.

Dead set on proving yourself right.

Which you were.

You held all the aces.

Not Joe.

Joe was wrong.

You were going to outplay the player at his own thought-up little game, and he would see. Oh, absolutely, he would see.

He’d fucking see.

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jenn-ieverse · 4 months ago

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୨ৎ. 🎧 𝇃𝄄ㅤ ઈㅤֵㅤN I K I ‹ ENHYPEN › ๋ ࣭ ⭑

AFTER HOURS

PAIRING ʬʬ badboy¡niki + femalereader

TROUPE ʬʬ badboy x class president

WARNINGS ʬʬ (for this chapter) underage smoking, fl has a slight comical psychotic breakdown lol [she's just burnt-out],mentions of blood.

LIST ʬʬ prologue, 01

A/N ʬʬ Thank you so much for all your love in the prologue! I wasn't expecting it ♡ If you want to be a part of the unofficial taglist, comment ♡ Do read the prologue before reading this chapter!!

AFTER HOURS

“Excuse me?” you led out an audible gasp, catching some judgemental looks from passersby. “What? You expect me to help you without anything in return?” he leans in cockily, sliding his phone out of your grip, for a moment your hands brush, leaving a sensation on your skin. “Can't you though? As a fellow classmate?” you look at him with puppy eyes, he laughs.

“Are you tryna act cute? Aegyo doesn't work on me.” he looks at you as if he finds your desperation amusing. “Ugh!” you groan with frustration, the remaining patience vanishing into thin air, “Look, here's the thing. My position is at risk, so whatever you want, if I can afford it, I'll give it to you but you have to help me out.” Niki frowns, “How is your position at risk?” he's got selective hearing too if that's the only part he caught out of the whole conversation.

“Forget it, forget I said that.” you look away, huffing. Niki pulls out a cigarette and lights it, “You don't mind right?” he motions towards the lit stick and you shake your head in response. You can feel him staring at you but you look everywhere but at him, “You need a drag? Looks like you need one.” you groan at his words, frustration bubbling inside you, so much so you think about talking a drag for once.

“It's that snitch bitch Kang Areum, you have no idea how betrayed I feel right now Niki.” and once you begin, it doesn't stop, “She goes on to hehe haha with her boyfriend, I am the one who always gave her my study notes and this is what she did to me?!” you didn't care if you were yelling, you just wanted it all out.

“She goes behind my back to that poor excuse of a homeroom teacher and tells him that she wanna be the class president, as if she can ever handle that, but the worst part? He would actually make her. And what about the shit I have gone through to get that place?” you grab your hair, letting out a sarcastic laugh, “You know what's even funnier? I should just throw these papers at you and get up and leave, instead I am sitting here buying you fucking band-aids!” You wave the empty box of band-aids in front of his face, now having let go of your hair.

“Feel better?” Niki ditches the rest of the cigarette and crushes it with his feet. You take a deep breath, your chest feeling lighter than before. Is this how it feels to let things out? “I don't know, maybe I should just let her-” Niki interrupts you. “I'll do it.” your eyes widen as if they'll pop out of your eye sockets. “Come again?” you sit up straight. “The form, I'll do it.” Niki shrugs nonchalantly.

“In return,” you lean in with full concentration, waiting for him to continue, “I want…” his words float off as he looks around, “Come on, say it.” you tap the table impatiently. “Friend.” he says with a suspicious smile, “Friend?” you repeat in confusion. “Yeah, you and me, friends. What say?” He twists his hands and does a handshake with himself, while emphasizing on ‘friends’ and you just eye him judgmentally.

“You and me, friends? Come on, that's like real sus, you know that.” you point it out, “Okay, how about I complete all the assignments I hadn't done since last two months, submit it and tell the homeroom teacher that you convinced me to do it.” he proposes, “My dear friend.” you take his hands in yours, “My best friend.” you give him the warmest smile you could, “That was easy.” He scoffs, amused.

“No but like really? You'd do that for me?” your expressions get serious, “Yeah. We are friends after all.” you felt like you were on cloud nine. “I bet Kang Areum can't top that now, can she?” you chuckle nodding, “You look evil.” Niki teases your tone. “Oh shut up. You can't make fun of me yet, we aren't that close.” you warn him with a glare that just makes him smile even more. Before he could say something in response your phone rings, “Yeah, what's wrong?” It was the class vice president, Heesung. “The council meeting?” Niki sits back and listens to every word you say, not knowing who's on the other side of the call.

“You attend it instead of me, what's the big deal Heesung?” Niki scoffs as soon he hears the name and gets up. You frown at him, he waves his pack of cigarettes and walks into a narrow alley beside the convenience store. You look at him leaning against the wall and lighting another cigarette before taking a quick drag, “Are you even listening to me?” Heesung's voice from the other side of the phone makes you quickly look away and refocus on the call.

“Look, I have some work to do alright so I won't be there-” you stop at the sounds of yelling as a couple approaches, “You cheated on me with my best friend and now you are gaslighting me?” the woman in her late 20s yells at the man beside her. “For God sakes, I am not gaslighting you!” the man yells back. You just wait for them to pass by but instead the woman stops a few feet away from you and grabs the man by his collar, “Stop lying you asshole.” the screaming and yelling intensifies.

You get and walk away into the alley. You nudge Niki to get further into the alley and make some space for you and so he does. “Is everything alright, I heard yelling.” Heesung says, now his voice on the call echoing in the narrow alley, you notice Niki looking away. “Yeah all good, listen, just attend the meeting and tell me the details tomorrow alright?” you are eager to cut the call and get out of this place because what you hadn't realized is that being in close proximity with Niki isn't a good idea after all. “But you were supposed to be here!” Heesung continues to complain, making you sigh.

“Yeah I know but-” you feel Niki nudging your feet with his, trying to distract you from your phone call. You pull the mobile away from your ear and cover the speaker with your other hand before speaking, “Just hold on a minute will you?” you glare at him hoping he would stop. “Cut the call would ya? I'm bored, come on.” a playful smirk linger on his lips as he leans in, towering over your height.

“Are you with someone?” You hear Heesung from the phone. Niki opens his mouth to say something but you clamp his mouth shut with your hand and place the phone back, next to your ear. “What? No, of course not! I'll talk to you first thing tomorrow alright? Okay bye.” you cut the call without waiting for the caller's response. You quickly realize how close he is standing to you, even if you try to step back, you won't be able to as your back was already pushed against the wall and so was his.

He slowly grabs your hand and removes it from his mouth. “So it's true that both of you are like, a thing.” Niki raises his eyebrow, tossing his burnt out cigarette away. The smell of thick smoke consumes you. “Me and Heesung?” your frown is followed by a laugh, “That rumor is ages old, nobody says that anymore.” you shrug, remembering how in 10th grade the rumor circulated because of a stupid incident. “I'll walk you home.” Niki grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the alley.

The fighting couple were long gone. Home, no, no, no. You pull your hand out of his grip, “You don't have to.” you try to refuse politely, “Isn't it like 10 minutes from here?” he points in the other direction. “How do you know?” You frown at him, “Just… guess.” he looks away, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “No, no need.” you refuse, firmly this time. He looks at you suspiciously, “Why are you acting weird?” he eyes you suspiciously.

“Leave.” you pick his bag and push it to his chest. “Don't you understand? Go away.” your words make him scoff, “Whatever weirdo, forget it.” he swings his bag over his shoulder and walks away. As you look at him going further into the distance. your phone rings again, Mother, flashes on the screen. I wish I could never go home.

“Alright, Yeonjun, back off now.” you stand with their arms extended horizontally to your sides, palms facing outward, signaling for both the students to stop. It was another morning, another chaos had ensued in the classroom. “How dare you throw your notebook at me?” Beomgyu yells, waving the notebook in the air. “I told you to not bother me, didn't I?” Yeonjun tries to charge at Beomgyu but you stop him.

“You guys seriously can't be fighting about this! Are you a bunch of preschoolers?” You say with exhaustion, “Well, he does act like a preschooler.” Beomgyu prompts, “Gyu stop provoking him!” you turn to the other classmate. “Or what? Is he gonna hit me?” Beomgyu challenges. “I might as well do it then.” you turn to your other side to see now Yeonjun had picked up a chair and was ready to throw. “No! Jun, put down the chair, alright?” You say slowly, motioning him to put the chair down.

“Y/N, I have had enough, move away or you are gonna get hurt.” he warns. “Look at him threatening the class pres. now!” Beomgyu continues to prompt. “Someone call the homeroom teacher!” Another student in class yells, and two other students run out to do so. “Yeonjun, look we can-” Yeonjun gives the chair a big swing, ready to throw, you close your eyes as a reflex as you hear a chain of gasping reactions run through the classroom.

When you slowly open your eyes, you see a familiar back in front of you. “Niki?” you move out from behind him to see he had grabbed a leg of the chair and slowly put it down. The students start to whisper amongst themselves at the unexpected scene. Your gaze falls on the blood oozing out of his palm. “Your hand!” you point out as Niki himself realizes he's bleeding. He must have cut himself from the edge of the chair leg. “I didn't do it! I swear! He grabbed it himself!” Yeonjun surrenders defensively. “Yo dude, why did you grab the chair?” Beomgyu says from behind.

“Alright, both of you, cleaning duty after school.” both Yeonjun and Beomgyu erupt in complaints and apologies at your order. “And you, come with me.” You grab Niki by his shirt sleeve and make your way to the infirmary.

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You pour disinfectant over his wound as he winces with his hands stretched over the wash basin at the corner of the infirmary. “Why the hell did you do that?” you brought up the incident from before. “Why didn't you move?” he counter questions. “Because I know Yeonjun! He wasn't actually gonna hit!” you state the obvious, patting the wound dry before applying the medicine.

“Do you know how many times he has picked up a chair and swung it in the air, threatening to hit before putting it back down? He doesn't have it in him to actually hurt anybody.” Niki was at a loss of words so he would look everywhere but at you. “I've put the form along with the assignments on Mr. Choi's desk.” he finally says, you frown with confusion, “What? I thought… Why?” As far as you remember things did not end well yesterday, so you had assumed he wouldn't go through with the deal.

“Because you deserve to be the class president, no one knows them better than you do.” he says referring to the classmates. All you could do was nod knowingly but a part of you felt grateful. Maybe he isn't as bad as everyone thinks him to be, maybe you were too quick to judge. Maybe being his friend isn't so bad after all, “Look, about yesterday…” you say as you finish wrapping up his cut. “Maybe I was wrong.” he says instead, “Let's go back to being strangers.” you were dumbfounded at his words. “You were right, me and you being friends is quite strange.” he gets up from his seat. “No Niki, I…” he gets up and walks away without waiting for you to complete your sentence.

ʬʬ Taglist ʬʬ @d-dilemma @onementally-unstabel-kid thank you lovelies, hope you like it!

#kpop imagines #kpop #enhypen nishimura riki #enha x reader #enhypen niki #enhypen #niki x reader #enha imagines #enha niki #enha nishimura riki #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x y/n #niki x you #niki x y/n #niki imagines #enhypen niki x reader

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e-rated-beardo · 3 months ago

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Do we need another voice added to the conversation about The Thing? I guess it can't hurt.

I have about every feeling on Earth. I'm frustrated it's going to be shorter than we thought. I'm wary, because we've all learnt this year that a green light can be un-green-lit with no warning. I'm so relieved they've removed That Guy. I'm relieved we're getting something. I'm angry that That Guy had to secretly be a shit (judging from the info I have) which has caused all this bloody anxiety for all of us IN ADDITION to the actual proper shit things he's done to others in the past (given the info I have) and that his shittiness is going to sully people's enjoyment of this thing in big or small ways. I'm cautiously optimistic that we might get something faster, because fewer minutes means quicker work, maybe. I'm worried (as I always was) that it isn't going to be what I've hoped for. I'm frustrated that it's still so very quiet in media regarding what That Guy has done and mildly worried his ex-fans might never know a lot of things that might have led to closure.

I've never been in fandom before this and I have a vague understanding of how lucky I am that this was the one that sucked me in. I'm told not all fandoms are created equal. This one is a bloody marvel. A real fucking marvel. I'm not talking about the art and writing (which are just fantastic like I can't believe), but about how last night I first read The News in a Discord server and thus had other fans Feeling All The Feelings around me right from the start; how I went on Tumblr and found the early discussions and shock and complicated emotions from people whose handles mean something to me, and how I went on Reddit and saw other people gif-screaming in frustration while simultaneously trying to comfort each other. This is such a wholesome place. HOW is this such a wholesome place. Can we keep cultivating this? All of this? Keep welcoming the randos posting on Tumblr about experiencing the Final Fifteen for the first time with avalanches of emoji hearts and fanfic? Keep patiently explaining and re-explaining new and confusing news to commenters who haven't heard all of them yet? Keep showing strangers how to code on AO3 or how to be a lovely fanfic reader or introduce them to the metas people thought up in 2015 or encourage them to post their own loving, scrunckly first art piece and give them love and appreciation for it?

We've Had A Fucking Moment Year, haven't we? And somehow, as an overall experience, to me, this has been an absolute GOOD. Because there's a whole bloody world of other obsessed folks around me now, feeling the same conflicted feelings as I do, largely speaking, and mulling them over in open blogs and private servers and fanfics and comics and DMs.

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. (Or more than half of you, more likely. We're not Hobbiton.) I really like y'all, anyway. You're neat. Can we be frembs? ❤️

If you want a little comfort fanfic escapism, I'm told this 7k-word, E-rated silliness I made once is a balm for S2-related wounds. (There's a podfic of it, too.) This thread on GOAD cropped up with great timing yesterday and is full of people's comfort fic recs. There's tons more of this everywhere. This fandom, man. This fandom. 🖤🤍

#good omens #good omens fandom #GOS3 #season 3 #good omens news #wholesome #cw: neil gaiman #i hate tagging him but yeah #great PUSTULENT MANGLED BOLLOCKS to *flails hands* this general thing #and also: great love to the fandom for *flails hands* EVERYTHING #this turned into a whole essay #i am turning soft #please help me turn more soft <3

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lionhanie · 8 months ago

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han taesan ; back 2 u (part one)

you can’t help but find yourself coming back to taesan everytime

this is part one of my series, back 2 u! read the previous part here!

fuckboy!taesan x fem!reader, college au

...featuring! BFFS jaehyun + woonhak, fuckboy leehan (AND he's taesan's roommate), and lovely roomies sungho + riwoo <3

word count: 1.7k

warnings: cursing, alcohol mention and usage, party mentions, TAESAN IS A BIG FLIRT, reader lowkey doesn't like him lol

a/n: fuckboy taesan i won;t U so bad .. . .. </3

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

You would’ve never expected yourself to be involved with Han Taesan, well-known on campus equally for his pretty face and his ability to have someone new under his arm every week. Your school wasn’t necessarily huge, but it was impressive to think that most students had some inkling about who Han Taesan was.

His existence frustrated you deeply, actually. There wasn't any actual reason to hate him per se, but it was aggravating to think that some people just have so much going for them. Not only was he undeniably attractive to anyone who had eyes, he was also known for his unmistakable musical talent and a captivating charm that drew people in immediately. It’s almost comical the way you could be minding your business in class only to overhear a group of girls a couple seats over talking about how handsome Taesan was at a party last weekend or who his most recent fling could be.

Despite everything you’ve heard people say concerning him, you found it hard to believe he was such a player. Sure, he may have some good looks, but he looks… Innocent, in a way. Harmless.

The first time you’d interacted was in the library. You’ve noticed him in there on various occasions while you were working, but never paid much mind to it, given that he’d only look around the bookshelves for a couple minutes before seeing himself out. Taesan was standing right in front of the library’s help desk, where you worked for a couple hours in between classes. “By any chance, would I be able to check out this book?” He’s holding it out to you, and you’re surprised to find that he’s renting out one of your favorite novels.

“Yup, I’m just going to need your name and student ID. You can only get it for four days at a time, but you’re free to come back and renew the book if you need more time with it,” You type away at the keyboard in front of you, opening up the form you needed to fill out for book rentals. “That’s a good book, by the way.” Your small talk is unnecessary, but your job was too boring not to make conversation with the few people that actually used your services.

“Yeah, I’ve been eyeing it for a while,” He’s smiling as he takes his card out from the back of his phone case, sliding it to you on the counter. “Ah, my name is Han Taesan. And here’s my ID.” Picking it up, you notice that the name he’d just given you didn’t match the one on his ID. Han Dongmin? You were almost sure this was Taesan, though. Sensing your confusion, he chuckles as he moves to explain the mismatching names. “Most people know me as Taesan, not Dongmin. It’s just a nickname, really. Does it matter what name I use to check out the book?” He tilts his head as he looks back up at you, waiting for your response.

“No, not really. It’ll be linked to your ID anyways, so it should be fine.” You scan his ID on the card reader next to you, allowing you to finish up the form splayed out on the monitor. Taesan drums his fingers on the counter, glancing around the near-empty library; he’s humming the melody to a song you don’t know. “You’re all set, Dongmin.” You slide his receipt and a piece of paper telling him when he needs to return the book under the cover before giving it back to him.

He’s caught off-guard at hearing his real name come from your mouth, but he flashes you a grin regardless. “Have we met somewhere before…” Taesan’s sentence trails off until he notices the name tag pinned to your shirt, “...Y/N?”

This time, you’re the one caught off-guard. “Sorry, is it better for me to call you Taesan?” You question. He’s probably only striking up a conversation because he doesn’t like people calling him by his real name— that probably explains why people call him Taesan instead. “And no, I don’t think we have.”

“Nah, keep calling me Dongmin. It sounds nice coming from you.” He’s leaning on the counter now, close enough for you to notice the luxurious-smelling cologne coming off of him. “You’ll be one of the few people who call me that, you know.” His comment makes you roll your eyes playfully, scoffing at the way he’s making it sound like a special honor for you to be able to call him that. “Are you free this weekend?”

The clicking of your keyboard stops as you finally look at him properly, feeling slightly bashful at the sudden question paired with his intense stare. “...Why do you ask?” Your initial perceptions of Taesan quickly dissolve, as you now realize that this is the type of person he really is. Looks really can be deceiving. He smirks at the expression on your face, happy with himself knowing he has such an effect on someone he just met.

He slides his phone over to you, just like he had done with his student ID just moments ago. You take a peek at it, curious about its contents, only to see a blank “New Contact” screen waiting for you. “Number?” He asks for a girl’s number… Like this? It irritates you to think that he’s probably used this exact sequence numerous times without fail, and now he’s here using it on you while you’re at work.

Hesitating briefly, you pick up the phone and type in your info— You hate how easily you give in to him, almost wishing you played a bit harder to get, but it’s hard to say no to the handsome face of Han Taesan directly asking you for your number. “I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Okay,” You reply, completely baffled at the interaction that just unfolded all in the span of less than ten minutes. Taesan slips his phone into his pocket and tucks the book he rented under his arm, giving you a small smile as he steps away from the desk. As you watch him walk out the sliding doors, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Next to you, your phone screen lights up.

4 new messages from “Unknown Number”! it’s dongmin [address] come saturday if ur free, starts at 10 i’d love to talk to u again, y/n :-)

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Just this once, you’re grateful that Han Taesan is so widely known, because it was surprisingly easy to find friends who were already planning on attending Saturday’s party. You were at ease knowing you’d at least have Riwoo and Sungho to fall back on if the nerves suddenly took over.

You wish you could say that you debated on not coming, but that’d be a complete lie, because you’re currently standing in the middle of Riwoo and Sungho’s shared apartment throwing back shots to pregame. “It’s been a while since you came out with us Y/N! What’s the occasion?” Sungho randomly interrogates you while refilling the empty shot glasses on the counter.

Biting your lip, you contemplate your response: Should you lie and say you just felt like partying this weekend? You’re well aware of the fact that the pair of roommates in front of you are friends with Taesan… So it wouldn’t be weird to mention him now, right? But then again, his parties are huge. Chances are, he invites random strangers to them all the time, so there’s no need for you to act like your interaction at the library was anything special— You’re about to answer when your phone screen flashes on the kitchen island.

2 new messages from “Han Dongmin”! i’ll see u later ya? ik u won’t leave me hanging again y/n ;P

The notification exhilarates you. Was he looking forward to seeing you tonight? It annoys you slightly to think that Taesan knew you’d show up, even if you’d never confirmed the matter. “Ah… I didn’t know you were friends with Taesan, Y/N!” Riwoo reads the text off your phone from over your shoulder as he moves to pick up one of the shots Sungho just poured. Guess he chose the answer to your internal turmoil for you. “Now that I think of it, how come we’ve never gone to any of his parties together before?”

Mirroring his actions, you take a glass for yourself and finish it in one clean gulp, wincing at the burn it sends down your throat. “Hm, I don’t think I’d call us friends. He asked for my number at the library the other day.” You correct him, explaining the encounter you shared with Taesan two days prior.

Being the last to take their shot, Sungho hums in understanding across from you. You can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to actually get to know the kind of person Han Taesan is; Would he maintain the tension with his flirty remarks? Or is he just a normal college student that doesn’t actually live up to the reputation he’s made for himself around campus?

“So, Y/N, do you think he’s hot?” Sungho blurts out, making you choke on your spit. Riwoo giggles from beside you, patting your back as you finish your coughing fit. “I mean, we don’t care if you think he is. Taesan’s a handsome guy. Hell, half the student population probably thinks so too!” Sungho’s contagious laughter fills the kitchen, making you and Riwoo laugh along with him.

“Well duh, why wouldn’t I think he’s hot?” There’s a smile on your face as you admit your attraction to the boy in question. Han Taesan is definitely intriguing. The alcohol feels like it’s finally made its way through your system, the room feeling a bit warmer than it was earlier. The three of you didn’t drink much; just enough to give you a little more courage to go to the party without feeling too nervous. You take a glance at the clock on their microwave: 10:43PM. “Shouldn’t we get going?”

taglist: @minwrlds @luna2nite @taesancore @taesanmoon @helpsplease @taylorluvation (send an ask / comment if you want to be added hehe)

#boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor #bnd #bnd x reader #x reader #taesan #han taesan #boynextdoor taesan #taesan x reader #kpop fic #kpop #han dongmin #han dongmin x reader #riwoo #sungho #boynextdoor riwoo #boynextdoor sungho #ᯓᡣ𐭩 my writing #✧.* back 2 u

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polygonal-trees · 4 months ago

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Welcome new Transformers fans!

You might have seen this Don't Make Me Tap The Sign meme floating around. Transformers One has been out for a little while now so I want to expand on it as well as some other TF fandom things.

What does "Transformers doesn't have a set canon" actually mean?

Essentially, every new Transformers story is a reboot. They might draw from or expand on concepts from previous iterations but canonically each continuity family is separate. This means all lore is extremely flexible - origin stories, relationships, even personalities can change wildly between iterations and while some may be better or worse than others, they are all equally canon.

For example: Orion Pax was a dock worker in G1, an archivist in Prime, and a miner in TF One. None of these contradict each other.

Continuities also tend to share ideas without being directly connected. For example Transformers One draws from Transformers Prime in multiple ways (e.g. it features Airachnid) but it is not a prequel to Prime and in fact directly contradicts it. Yes I know there's a guy on xitter claiming tfone is a prequel to the Bay movies but he's wrong.

What is a continuity family?

Most storylines include tie-in novels, comics, video games, and other shows that all share the same canon.

The Aligned Continuity is the most well known. It consists of Transformers Prime, Rescue Bots, Rescue Bots Academy, Robots in Disguise 2015, multiple video games, and some tie-in novels and comics. They are all ostensibly set in the same canon... except the Aligned Continuity is inconsistent so even its lore is loose :')

My point is that while every continuity is separate, some shows are connected.

(Sorry if this is confusing. It is confusing. You get used to it)

What about fanon?

The Transformers franchise is old enough that a lot of fanon has become so pervasive it exists in a sort of nebulous space where it feels like it could be canon or at least become canon once enough fans are working for Hasbro but essentially: oh boy is there a lot of fanon

For example: seeker trines, doorwing speak, the Unicron Singularity and all forms of robot sex (sorry) are fanon, but they appear so often in fanworks that it's easy to get confused (I know I do!)

It's safest to assume something isn't canon unless you've seen it in a show (and even then, it may only be canon to that particular show)

Can I mix-and-match in my own fanworks?

Absolutely! It's very common for creators to set a story in one continuity but transplant a character from another, or use a different backstory, or borrow whole plot points from different canons. Chop up that lore and make a delicious continuity soup.

So why is this important?

It is very, very, very, very, very frustrating to be "corrected" about something that isn't relevant, or to see someone critisize a show based on lore that doesn't apply, or to have a character be called OOC when they're not, etc. I think a lot of fandom slapfights could be avoided if more people understood how loose Transformers canon actually is. Do what you want with your own creations but please be mindful when it comes to interacting with other people's.

This is A Lot

You don't have to know everything about Transformers to be in the fandom and have a good time - if you're only interested in TF One that is perfectly alright, you don't need to watch every show and read every comic and play every game to be considered a fan of something.

But if you want to find out more I recommend checking out the TFWiki - it isn't perfect but it gives a good rundown of most general lore as well as details about specific shows.

That's it from me. I hope this is helpful! It's the sort of thing I would have liked to read when I first joined the fandom haha

#transformers one #tf one #maccadam #long post

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made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad · 11 days ago

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Doing my part to spread the Melvin/Sergei agenda with @sondheim-girly, so I offer my yap about Melvin being down bad and being way to stupid to realize and accept it :) (and this goes with the HC that they kiss for “practice”)

Melvin was coming home from a date and he felt like shit. The girl wasn’t bad or anything, in fact she was great. She was pretty, nice, and funny, so he couldn’t understand why he felt almost nothing when he kissed her. He didn’t feel sparks or warmth any of the times he’d kissed her so far. So he’d tried again on her front porch after he walked her home. But this time, when he closed his eyes to kiss her, images of his best friend slipped into his mind. His head was filled with images of his best friend’s short and dark hair, his deep brown eyes, and his soft lips. Wait. No, he couldn’t do that. His eyes had flown open and he’d backed away quickly, shaking his head. He turned and started sprinting back to his house so quickly that he completely forgot to say goodbye. It’s fine, that didn’t matter right now. Because right now, his head was swimming with questions about why he was envisioning Sergei when kissing this girl.

He slams the door closed when he gets home and immediately sprints up to his room. And of course Sergei is already sitting on Melvin’s bed flipping, through a comic book. Sergei turns to look up and is met with an out of breath, confused looking Melvin. And when Melvin locks eyes with Sergei, suddenly his gaze is immediately drawn to his lips. Shit, when did that start happening? His face feels warm too. Was there such a thing as delayed alcohol effects? Because the only thing he had was a couple shots to calm himself down before his date. So why was he flushing now? It wasn’t important right now. Now, he needed to make sure he could still kiss and who better to help with that than his best friend?

“Can I kiss you?”

“What did you say?” Sergei was beginning to look back down at what he was reading when he heard Melvin's question and his head shot back up.

“Damn it, can I kiss you?” Melvin was getting frustrated now and he was starting to pace around his room. He needed to make sure he could still kiss correctly. He needed to know that what kept happening with his girlfriend wasn’t because he magically forgot how to kiss someone properly. At least, that's what he told himself as he waited for Sergei’s response. Sergei closed the comic and looked into Melvin’s eyes clearly sensing the desperation and pleading in Melvin’s voice, so he slowly nodded. Before he could finish fully moving his head, Melvin was walking towards him and grabbing the back of his head and connecting their lips.

It was strange. Because the moment their lips met, Melvin’s stomach was doing flips and a felt heat spread to his face. He backed away from Sergei slowly, moving far enough so that they could breathe, but not too far. Melvin opened his eyes and was immediately met with Sergei looking right at him. Sometimes it felt like Sergei could see inside of him and read his thoughts. Melvin moved to also sit on the bed with Sergei and then kissed him again, this time with one of his hands on Sergei’s shoulder and the other on the back of his neck. The position seemed a little too intimate and romantic for them. Whatever, he couldn’t think about that later. Right now, all that mattered was their lips moving in sync and Sergei’s hands getting tangled in his hair.

It wasn’t until much later that Melvin actually got time to think. It was late, probably close to midnight, and he was in his bed, Sergei asleep next to him. Melvin was lying awake, staring up at his blank ceiling, trying to will sleep to come to him. He turned his head to sneak a glance at Sergei. He sucked in a breath when his eyes landed on the boy next to him, the moonlight was hitting him and it created a stark contrast between his dark hair and his pale skin, it made him glow and look so peaceful. Shit. He was gorgeous. Melvin felt a flutter in his stomach and his cheeks got red again. Why did he keep thinking about Sergei like that? Melvin pushed himself into a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. His hair, right, it was still all messed up from when Sergei was running his fingers through it earlier. He always did that when they kissed and it made Melvin dizzy and he couldn’t quite understand why. Great, now he was thinking about him again. But it was fine because the only reason he was thinking about Sergei was because he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t kiss his girlfriend well. That was it. It wasn’t because he loved the feeling of Sergei’s lips on his and it made his head spin to think about Sergei’s laugh and smile. No, that wasn’t the reason. He didn’t think that about Sergei, did he?

It made his head hurt to think too hard about that. He decided he just needed some ibuprofen and water to stop himself from spiraling and to fight off the ache in his head. As quietly and gently as he could, he slipped out of his bed, making sure to pull the blankets back over Sergei before he started moving. He rubbed his eyes as he moved to the bathroom and started digging around for the pills. It wasn’t until he had them in his hand that he looked in the mirror. Shit. He looked wrecked. His hair was all out of place, his cheeks were pink, and his lips were still slightly swollen. Looking in the mirror only brought back images from earlier and he couldn’t get his heart to slow down and his stomach to stop doing flips. He quickly swallowed the pill and splashed water on his face as he sighed again and started the short walk back to his room.

He opened his door and slipped into his room, ignoring the way he felt when he saw Sergei again. He padded back to his bed and flipped up the covers to slip under them. He was letting his body relax into his mattress when he suddenly felt a warm presence against his side and an arm across his chest. Sergei had rolled over and was now cuddled against his side. He could feel his breath against his neck and he sucked in a shallow breath as his heart picked up again. No, this was wrong. He couldn’t be blushing over his best friend, not when he had a girlfriend. He shook his head, he didn’t like Sergei, not like that. With that thought clarified, he allowed his body to relax again, instinctively moving closer to Sergei. He let his thoughts dull because, after all, it was fine because he liked his girlfriend, not Sergei. Right? So, if the thought that maybe he wanted to keep kissing Sergei forever slipped into his mind as sleep lured him in, he wouldn’t remember it in the morning.

#guys they’re in love trust 🤞🤞#Melvin you’re my favorite idiot #the outsiders musical #the outsiders broadway #melvin dipp #melvin the outsiders #sergei the outsiders

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ihopesocomic · 6 months ago

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Sorry for the mini-essay but I think people massively underestimate how much hard work and dedication goes into a Passion Project. People think that creators who make free content, who do their work as a hobby and not as a job, must only get enjoyment out of it.

That’s not how it works. Doing it purely because you want to doesn’t automatically make the more challenging, frustrating, or (gasps) TIME CONSUMING parts of the project any less burdensome. If anything, it makes it worse because you aren’t being paid for all of that labor. You’re just doing it for the sake of doing it, and as rewarding as it can be, it can also be demanding.

Im finally publishing a fanfic for the first time and don’t get me wrong, it’s been great to get feedback on my work and interact with a community. I love that there are usernames and profile pictures I can actually identify because they’re regulars on my work.

But does that mean I don’t have to constantly redo work because I don’t like how it turned out? No. Does that mean I always update on time? No. Never get burnout? No. I still very much go through all of the things paid writers do, because the Creative Process is difficult and demanding no matter what they paycheck is or isn’t.

And all of that is just if you guys WERE missing updates, which you’re NOT. So like… these complaints are not only very entitled and ignorant, but also just confusing. People really just be mad for the sake of being mad, I guess?

Anyways yeah, free content creators are still content creators, and passion-driven hard work is still hard work. You two are cranking out absolutely STUNNING visuals, compelling characters and engaging worldbuilding every single week and that’s amazing. Thank you for your hard work and I’m sorry about the twerps that don’t appreciate it enough!

Ah the price we pay for being human and having a brain, amirite haha

It's to be expected, to a certain point, that people simply don't understand that things like comics and cartoons take time. General impatience is something that can be ignored. If people asking for updates bothered us, we wouldn't post anywhere ever haha You gotta have at least SOME backbone if you want to do a comic. Or anything really.

Comics are a TON of work, and I knew this going in cuz I've done shorter comics before. It is not to be treated as if its easy. (Well, its easier than animating a whole series by yourself LOL) There's a lot of pre-comic planning that people don't tell you about. And that's just the stuff you have to do before you even start drawing. Of course this only applies to long-form storytelling, there's different rules for different kinds of comics.

And I won't even get into what it takes to making the comic itself, there's a lot of parts that need to be considered like formatting, time-management, what shortcuts you have to take to save on labor, and getting across as much information as you can in a short amount of time, while using mostly visuals. It's a skill, so it can be learned haha

A lot of doing comics is on-the-job training. Which I know can be frustrating for perfectionists, but from a reader's perspective, part of the joy of webcomics is seeing how far the art has come. And you can't exactly get out a webcomic if you keep redoing things over and over. You'll burn yourself out even faster. This is why it's important to have a plan lol it just makes it easier to adjust if you have to change things, than if you have no plan at all.

Even if RJ and I for whatever reason no longer felt passionate about this story, and wanted to move on to something else entirely, we wouldn't leave everyone hanging. We'd tell everyone what happens one way or another. Because too many people just abandon a story just to tell another one, and that's not fair to people who were here to read a story that appealed to them.

But the entitlement of people sucks, the constant heckling, the fact we can't moderate our own comment section, and more importantly Webtoons just sucks as a site anyway. - Cat

#ask #ask us stuff #cat answers #general comic stuff

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liffy-feelin-jiffy · 1 month ago

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Random S5 relationship headcanons

(This isn’t a reader/canon kind of post, but there is some oc x canon sprinkled in here so look out)

Rider

It took him forever to figure out his sexuality due to him harboring some intertialized homophobia (he read too many Webtoon romance comics of infantilized queers and it grossed him out of the idea. Someone show this man Castle Swimmer it’s a good one fr). Because of this, he actually went through countless relationships with a bunch of girls that he never got attached to, and all whom were actually the ones to ask him out instead of him asking them out. Even the girls that weren’t insufferable were difficult for him to find attraction to, and that left him confused and even frustrated for the longest time. The only one time he had ever been genuinely flustered was when he was hit on by a dude… Rider certainly didn’t know how to take it and it left him spinning in his own head for days in confusion, endearment, and embarrassment. He even started to label himself as aroace for a while because he was convinced that if he was never able to find any girl or woman attractive, then he wouldn’t find anyone attractive. It wasn’t until he started hanging around with the S4 did he start to peak out of the closet a little more. By the time he had gotten closer to Goggles, he was cowering in the closet with the door off it’s hinges.

The last girlfriend he’d ever have actually ended up cheating on him with someone else, but he was surprisingly more happy than anything because he thought that girl was ANNOYING. Made fun of and talked bad about everything, but too much of a try hard in turf and ranked battles, and she didn’t not get along with his mother or sister. When he caught her cheating he was like “welp, bye bitch!” Clicking his heels like skiddly doo hehe. He finally had a pretty damn good excuse to drop her ass like the ball on new years. It’s honestly a mystery as to why he didn’t do it sooner

Now more onto how he would be in a relationship; I think his love language is more so spending quality time, as spending time with his lover gives him some comfort. You could say his love language is also gift giving, except he just offers to pay for everything out of his own pocket. He’ll be damned to pay for anything out of his momma’s account, knowing she works hard for him and his other two siblings. Rider does know to discipline himself with his money, but let him spoil you tonight he just wants to spoil ya✨

He gets as red as a beetroot at the mere thought of hand holding or public display of affection it’s honestly so funny. He gets more mellow about it the longer the relationship he’s in, as long as it’s with a guy of course, and before you know it he’s just hugging his lover in the middle of town like there’s no tomorrow to look forward to. If you’re the one initiating, then he’ll indulge in it for as long as he can. Sometimes, if he’s getting all the comforting attention like chin scratches and cuddles, he’ll fall asleep

He’s got big hands, big and warm. He’s honestly so warm that he’ll think anyone else is cold as shit and take it upon himself to warm their hands in his

If Rider had to give his lover a surprise gift while not knowing what they’d like for Christmas, you can bet he’d get them some kind of weapon or enhancer from Ammo Knights (where he works) because it’s one of his special interests and you can never really go wrong with stuff like that. If his lover means everything to him, then he just might build them something himself from scratch

He’s typically the big spoon, but he really doesn’t mind getting little spooned every so often (more like very often because he secretly likes it)

Sometimes he can be a little too blunt, even in situations when he shouldn’t be. Sometimes he just fails to read the room completely, and believes that being honest is very important so he’ll sometimes speak his mind when his input is asked, so be warned that he may end up saying something you don’t intend to hear

Best spot to date? Wherever, as long as it’s nice, calm, and quiet, like a restaurant will do (something more casual). He also likes taking walks near the Oceanfront. Wahoo world? It’s grown on him…

Worst spot to date? Haunted houses and horror attractions. Mans is gonna skiddadle on his date in a heartbeat once the dollar store Freddy Krueger knock-off walks in

Army

Wants to be the big spoon but he’s almost always the little spoon because he teeny. He does big spoon sometimes. If you ask what he is, he’ll say he’s a knife, but we all know the real answer

He often believes that he’s not attractive because no one ever goes out of their way to ask him out much—save for that one fellow who tried their luck with him only for him to turn them down to “focus on his team and league status”—but the real reason people don’t often ask him out is because they’re too intimidated by him… Also because everyone else knows that he’s a little too out of everyone’s league

He’s definitely shy when he first gets into a relationship and tries to act as formal as he can, putting on a total gentlemen persona the entire time he spends with his SO, like opening doors for them, giving them his coat during chilly weather, paying for the bill. All of that is due to the fact that he’s never had any real experience with any before and he was taught since adolescence that there wasn’t much to love about him (fuck his grand dad he racist and STINKY). He never stops being an absolute gentlemen, but once he gets comfortable in the relationship he’s bout to get SILLY (AUTISM FR). He’ll gush about his favorite things like his Squidnet manual, battle tactics, and FOOD, and boy is this boy affectionate.

Yeah, he will bake for you, cook for you, he’ll become your house wife before marriage if he thinks you need one (he’s a little weird but he’s got the spirit I guess). Also, you can’t go wrong with his cooking and baking. If you’re wondering what to get him for the holidays or his birthday, there’s always a new kitchen pan or handsome apron he’d like. Either that, or get him a knife, and I’m not talking about the kitchen utensil kind. Just make sure he uses it wisely��

He’s very affectionate, no shame in it either. Hell, he will probably go out of his way to show it in public because he’s that much of a proud bastard of his pookie. He loves giving ear scritches, kisses, cuddles (and with his coat? Ooooh comfy!) and will absolutely get so excited if his lovers do the same with him. Please give him Huggies he will jump for joy. If Army’s in the extra happy mood, he might just pick his lover up and swing them around him his arms and dance circles. He is a very strong boy

He’s not too experienced in dancing, but he tries to anyway. He likes to try more formal dancing, like waltz, ballroom dance, or just some nice casual slow dancing. Sometime he’ll even initiate slow dance with his lover regardless if there’s music or not, because he finds comfort in the activity.

He’s also affectionate in the sense that he will groom his lover(s)—NOT IN THE ILLEGAL SENSE!!! He’s not attracted to children he’s no creep (he’s also killed a pedo before. I know it because he told me 😋). It’s in the sense that he pampers them kinda. He straightens out their clothes if they’re ruffled, clean the food off of their face with a napkin or the lick of his finger, adjust of brush their hair if it’s unkept, he cleans the crud from under their nails, and he’ll even give them a bath if he thinks they too stinky. Scrub scrub scrubby dub dub. That’s due to the fact that he’s half octoling and it’s in their nature to care for their loved ones that way.

Army will need a lot of reassurance and patience from a significant other in a relationship. Due to all the of issues he faced growing up, screwing up his mental health and self esteem, he needs a lot of encouragement to boost his confidence, as well as gentle patience and comfort for when he comes up with his mental breakdowns or panic attacks, which can be frequent depending on the mood or circumstances. He’s really apologetic about them too, but he can’t help it.

He may also have his moment where he’ll get angry and easily irritated with things, but he does his best to level his anger around his SO… Unless someone gets a little too disrespectful towards them, and then he’s going in for their throat.

He plays the trumpet pretty nicely, and he’ll play for his significant other if he chooses to—which he choose to do so often. He’s not very shy about it the more he plays, and it can be rather soothing to listen to. He does get all bashful when he’s complimented on it.

He’s very fancy with much of what he does, so anything he’d do for his lover would be very special, formal, and nice. Like if he’s wrapping a present and the wrapping tears even just an inch, he’s starting over, no matter how long it takes. Nothing but the best for his sweet heart

He is also not afraid to get hard on his SO if he has to, not in a mean way, but in a sort of tough love kind of way. If he’s deep enough in a relationship, he’ll probably lecture you a lot like if you forget your scarf, or if you nearly set the kitchen on fire from cooking something, or being too stinky so he’s gotta wash you himself. He’s brutal wife coded and he’s gonna love ya till it hurts (in a good way)

Best and most favorite spots to date would have to be vintage style places like a farmers market, thrift shopping, bakery, vintage cafe/restaurant, aquarium or a museum. Old country style stuff brings back some nostalgia from growing up on a teeny farm near a small town with his parents before moving to the ranch with his grand dad. A small drive on some rural roads or late at night in the suburbs or urban areas is nice. Take him somewhere to dance, too!

Worst places to date? Please no concerts, no disgusting 1 star buffets or eateries, or anywhere that’s filled with rude people or assholes in general. He’d rather spend a date napping at home than going out to any places like that!

Aloha

Such a damn romantic. Into everyone, trying his luck with everyone, he’s not even sure he knows his type even… if only he could keep a relationship for more than a week, or month and a half at most. Goes through bitches, bastards and non binary disasters like they’re underpants

Although, he does have to admit that he kind of does have a type for the shy and soft ones. He’s oddly enamored by their soft demeanors, or if they’re shy on the outside and spunky on the inside—he wants to be the kind of person to bring out that special trait in them to show the world. Must be why he likes Beach (Osana) so much…

He’s a total show off and he brags about everything. One time he was supposed to pick up Army from the airport with his moped but he was nearly an hour late because he couldn’t stop trying to rizz up this random girl with all of his stories of how he got that giant scar from surfing near a coral lagoon or how he got into a fight in middle school and shit

He may be a major flirt, but he takes it fine when he’s turned down, or sometimes he’s actually into those who are hard to get. Although, he really doesn’t always take it well when he’s being flirted to, and it’s guaranteed that he’ll melt into a puddle if you come across him and compliment him in a flirty manner. He also gets shy and bashful when he develops a major crush on someone, and he suddenly forgets how to flirt. It’s hilarious when it happens and the his team go to hell and back to make fun of him for it

He’s very physically and verbally affectionate with his lovers, no matter where they are. He’s the kind of person to flaunt his pookie to the world because he finds them to be so special and the world is gonna KNOW IT. Sometimes it can get smothering, but if he’s asked to tone it down then he’ll tone it down a smidge…

He’s also a little too… suggestive sometimes. It does depend on the person he’s dating, but he can get a little handsy sometimes, and maybe sneak a few dirty words in his lovers ear. He loves to make them blush 🤭

He can be so soft and gentle with his affections though. Soft hugs, caressing, kisses all over… even if it’s just for show sometimes, it can be really genuine at times and he loves being a sweet softie.

Works out for the sake of catching some attention (and gender affirmation because he trans man 🏳️‍⚧️) and also because he know he looks good. It’s also healthy in general anyway, so, why not?

Besides public display of affection, his second biggest love language is gift giving. He’s got quite a bit of money on him, and he especially loves to surprise his lovers with things he knows they like (he finds ways to get to know what they like in a short span of time)

He likes taking his dates out on late night moped rides through the city, with some nice music playing off of Bluetooth. Maybe after or before dinner? Who knows

His other favorite dating spots are shopping maaaalls. He’d take his dates out with his team or the rest of the S4, get them all acquainted with. He likes getting his lovers to become friends with his friends. He also loves clubs to dance to, parties at his place, tropical bars, and there’s also those drive in places where they serve you at the window!

Country club dates are off limits. Absolutely not. He ain’t spending no time around them blasted republicanoos (joke)

He sadly has a hard time admitting to his mistakes and getting him to say sorry and genuinely mean it. It’s sadly one of the many reasons he has a hard time keeping people around with him, unless they’re too oblivious to not notice a toxic relationship. He means well, but not only does he find it difficult to take accountability, but he’s also too shy to say it—and he’s also a major hot head and can end up being a little too snarky and mean sometimes to the point of embarrassing his dates. Is he ever gonna learn? Who knows… He is somewhat trying, but it’s not the best as of yet

Mask

Not the romantic type, at all. He was thinking he could be in the aroace spectrum, but even he admits that while he’s somewhat hesitant in romance, bro would like to have a relationship someday with someone. After all, they can’t help but find a lot of people attractive (and maybe would like them to step on him huehuehue). Of course, his attraction is more of a “look but don’t touch” kind of attitude, as he has no hope of ever catching any decent person’s eyes

They always felt like that for them to really catch for someone, they’d have to know for at least a decade or something. That was until they met Bobble, fell head over heels, and decided to be more open minded to relationships after losing interest in her just a little bit. What really did seal the deal was when they met Aloha’s roommate and caught some big feelies, especially after she turned out to be really well adapt to preventing and calming down panic attacks… Besides, who can resist buff women? (Mask sure can’t)

Mask is more so hesitant on chasing relationships because bro is more focused on trying to find someone who can understood him for who he is, and all of who he is and his feelings. He doesn’t want to be seen as an accessory, a prize, or even as another half of someone else. Bro wants to be his own person while finding someone who matches his freak and personality, even being a nice contrast or sort of balance at that. They could use so much more balance in their life right about now…

Love language would have to be physical affection as well as gift giving. They’ve tried words of affirmation, but it turns out that they’re not so good with words. It’s just really hard to find the words to describe how much he loves you

Since bro plays the cello, he wouldn’t mind playing for you if he’s in the mood—which he often will be to do so. He’ll play for you if you’re happy, sad, angry, or nervous about anything. The cello solves anything and everything, even for himself

If his date plays instruments, he will want to hear it, including if said date can also sing. Sing him to sleep

Doesn’t mind getting sloppy with kisses. They’re shameless with it. Full tongue, all the teeth, open mouth and making the “AUAAAUALLAGAUAUGHAA” ahh noises. Even worse when bro decides to consume like 10 mints before going to sloppy town with his pookie

Has autism and if you give them some soft kisses and excite them they will start to stim with joy. Flappy hands

Bro is so shamelessly dirty with his flirts and jabs. Unlike Aloha, he will literally say what’s in his mind OUT LOUD. If he wants his pookie to ride him till the sun comes up the next day then he’s lettin them know. Be prepared

He says he’s not THAT physically affectionate, but every so often he will sneak a kiss behind his pookie’s shoulder. The longer the relationship, the more the kisses there will be

Gives love bites, like a cat but with the jaws of a shark. Don’t worry he gentle. He might get a little excited if he accidentally or intentionally draws a little bit of blood, but only a little bit. Bro would be inconsolable for days if he went to far on his lover, and aftercare is a must

Living weighted blankey. Loves to lay on they lovers

He admittedly has moments when he gets a little irritated easily and may end up lashing out if he hits his breaking point. This is due to his autism, ADHD and his depression. He’ll also deal with down days and be a little less than happy, and he may try to rely on his date to lift his spirits. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t

Similar to Army, he’s rather prone to mental breakdowns depending on the day, and he’ll need someone to be able to chase his panic and worries away

Also quite handsy but that’s when he’s more deeper in the relationship with his boo, and of course he’s more shameless about it too, unless his lover asks him to stop, then he will without another word

Beat spot for date nights? Their house; play video games all night long. Also, going to some fast food joints late at night when no one else is there will do. Not only is no one there to bother him and his date, but it’s got a nice atmosphere they thinks. Maybe somewhere that has synthwave vibes would be cool too. Thrift shopping would also be fun, he likes the gentle vibes there a lot

Worst places to date at? Anywhere loud and full of annoying people. Please don’t take him anywhere fancy he’ll feel like an ant compared to everyone else

Skull

When he found out that women were attracted to him he was quite confused, because he forgot that ladies can have the hots for him even when he doesn’t have the feels back because he’s gay 😅

Cuddle bear extraordinaire

His so big due to his kraken size, and with his big arms he will hug his pookie till the earth turns inside out

He can be a very soft spoken fellow, mostly because he doesn’t talk that often. Sometimes when he does, he’ll either speak very simply like complimenting his lover with a few kind words or he’ll get a little philosophical or poetic with what he says. He can be quite confusing but he’s got the spirit

Purrs when he’s with his lovers. He especially loves to lean down to nuzzle into the side of their head or cheek when he’s hanging with them

Love language would have to be words of affirmation, spending quality time, and physical affection. LOTS of physical affection.

His lap is the throne of the gods. You will be locked by his strong arms for century lasting cuddles. Be prepared

Really handsy kind of guy, but in the sense that he loves hand holding, hand kissing, and just having hands holding his face or him holding yours. Might even throw you over his shoulder and carry you around, so look out, he’s behind you

He is very protective of his lovers. If he thinks they’re in danger when in the presence of someone else, he will growl or straight up snarl. He tends to get a little jealous here and there, but he has better self control in those scenarios—he’d probably just wait until the perfect time to drag you off with him so you can give him all the attention.

Loves kisses on his chin, head, and his hand. He also loves to kiss his lovers in these very places too. In more intimate scenarios, he also loves chest kisses

While he’s the sweets lover, he’ll try to buy his date some sweets or take them to bakeries or candy stores as a date.

Ok ok ok so aside from cuddles and shit, he’s very emotionally observant, as in he can tell what others are really feeling if he’s given enough time to contemplate even the look on their face or the circumstances at play. This often leads to him being the first to find out if somethings wrong. No need to hide it from him, he’s all ears if you need someone to talk to

He’s not the most emotionally aware, sadly, and he has the tendency to say things he doesn’t mean or doesn’t know is hurtful. If he does hurt his significant other’s feelings then he’ll feel badder than bad

He can get overstimulated easily sometimes, but he has a hard time communicating it because he doesn’t want to potentially hurt his SO’s feelings or because he goes non verbal. He’s gotta work on his communication sadly… at least it’s never gotten too bad.

He likes to do this thing where he just finds any excuse to pick up his lovers and hold them out, whether to show them proudly to his peers or to help them reach for things in higher places. Even if he’s not picking up his pookies, he’s still reaching to grab things for them that they can’t reach. Giant beanstalk ass height having goober

He’s also very gentle with his cuddles most of the time, unless he and his lover are feeling the mood to get a little more rough and… toothy let’s say. He always makes sure to never go too far. His pookies are always safe in his hands

Best spots to date would be sweets places, anywhere with his favorite desserts, and maybe a bar every once in a while. He also likes band concerts and stuff like that if he’s in the mood.

Worst places would probably be anywhere too formal or less than casual. Vintage and retro style places he doesn’t mind, but he would rather go somewhere that he can eat at, specifically with sweets. But for the most part he’s kinda cool with whatever. It’s hard to go wrong with him

#splatoon #coroika #splatoon manga #splatoon 3 #coroika rider #aloha coroika #coroika aloha #coroika army #coroika mask #coroika skull #coroika oc #oc x canon #coroika headcanons

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keikiri-kitten · 2 years ago

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a/n: for my college and university folks who are suckers for the number two hero? this is for us <3 my senioritis is kicking my ass ;-;

Keigo is an absolute pest. You can’t study around him. In fact— don’t. Studying will consist of him being the most absolute childish man ever. You’re almost ashamed to say you’re in love with him. He’s throwing small little snacks at you, spewing his little factoids about your lessons at you while you’re studying and it’s overall the most eye twitching experience. The little facts would help if you were going over them in class. He’s just being a smart ass. You endure about an hour of this man before you snap at him. This man smirks. He sarcastically sighs out and gets on all fours and crawls between your legs to look into your eyes. His arms prop up onto your thighs as he pouts. “You know, maybe you should give me some attention.” In frustration, you pop a flash card against his forehead. He blinks in confusion before pulling it off of him and reading it to you. “Ask me about ethics, but I’m not the one to ask about neuroethics.”

“Then shut up. You want attention? Read these to me. I would like a kiss after every question I get right.” Rolling your eyes and folding your arms, you speak to him with a matter of fact tone.

“Mm!” Keigo squeaks, sitting on his bottom in front of you with a grin, flapping his small wings. “I’m gonna like this game.”

“Read.”

“Anything for you,” winking, he does as you ask. He makes studying fun actually and you wind up passing your quizzes when you study with him. Turns out, your lessons are actually interesting to him and he can’t wait until you ask him to go over your notes with him.

It goes from you slamming a flash card to his forehead comically to you rushing home with a C on one of your assignments (not even a test or quiz) and he’s looking at you worriedly. He stumbles back and gold eyes fall to your hands that are pressed against his chest as you force a book into it. “Help me.”

He stares at you for a moment with a blank face only for his lips to turn into a smile, “okay? I was gonna ask if you wanted chicken tonight before you bumrushed me about a mediocre grade, but I think we turn this into a study date. Come on, let’s get you some good grades!”

He won’t say it but you can see how much he loves to study. You come home now with him reading your books, stuffing them with post-it notes and rambling off to you things he’s learned while you were off to classes or work. This man is studying your lessons any time he can. He studies more than you. Part of it is because he didn’t have a traditional education. The other part is that he wants to help you succeed. He’s studying when he has free time during patrols or his off days. Maybe studying with him is not going to be that bad. He says things you didn’t even catch and helps you use these little tidbits for essays. It makes your heart melt and lifts a weight off of your shoulder. He genuinely cares and anticipates the day he gets to see you graduate.

#birdie #bnha keigo #mha takami keigo #keigo fluff #takami keigo #keigo takami fluff #keigo drabble #keigo takami Drabble #hawks fluff #hawks drabble #keigo takami #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #mha keigo takami #hawks

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stelladess · 11 months ago

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I feel a bit annoyed by people saying Firefly is the star rail version of Kallen. As a fan of both characters I feel they got next to nothing in common whatsoever. They dont look similar, they arnt similar people, they dont have similar backgrounds or motives... there is just nothing really. It feels like reducing them to Stelle/Caelus girlfriend (this one is supported by the story but I feel like much of what makes Firefly and this ship interesting gets overlooked, admittedly some of it assumes the theory about Firefly being SAM is true and some lore knowledge about SAM but even without taking that into account Firefly is a great character in her own right) and Otto´s girlfriend (which, as a huge Otto fan, I will say, of course has its own issues and I do not like the romantic interpretation with them, the previous era versions of them are different people and dont count for this imo and there is no evidence at all Kallen of the current era was into Otto and also Kolosten heavily suggests it wasnt even a romance thing for Otto either) I highly recommend people read the prequel comic focused on Kallen, its when Kallen is younger then when we see her in flashbacks, set before meeting Sakura (i highly recommend also checking out that whole story at some point even if it can be a bit awkwardly time gated in game and slightly confusing) in HI3 so her personality/demeanor is a bit different from how she was by then (she is a lot more naive for one) but I think its still a good introduction to see why Kallen is a good character and a good showcase of how she isnt like Firefly at all and doesnt require sitting trough all of Kolosten and several side stuff in game to get to, so its a convenient starting place to see if you want to see more about Kallen. Which I hope anyone reading this ends up wanting to but even if not thats fine and is why I recommend starting here since its an easy read with very nice art and a fairly self contained story. Also if you dont play HI3 and am just curious on Kallen because of what other people are saying. Elan Palatinus: https://manga.honkaiimpact3.com/book/ Some spoilers for Penacony mentioned below here....

Firefly I dont wanna go too deep into character analysis here cause some of it relies heavily on an unproven theory, ill probably write about her more later though. But either way I feel like she is a very well written character, her desire to indulge in some escapism to get a break from her harsh reality with her terminal illness, her determination to find the watchmaker´s legacy despite the risk, her clearly having gotten a lot of experience dealing with dangerous situations despite seemingly wanting to just live a normal happy life, she hasnt been in the game very long (yet, the boss that "killed" her whole gimmick is that you can free the souls it claims so im not so sure she is actually gone, also you can see a Firefly leave her body before she dissolves shortly before Sam shows up...) but she is already very strongly characterized even with her limited screentime. If the theory that she is Sam is also true then it would add an extra layer to her closeness with Stelle in that some lore about Sam suggests Sam was artifically created for the purpose of fighting against the swarm, so she likely would relate to Stelle on account of the whole... being made to fullfill a purpose thing. As a stellaron hunter in this case she would also know about that quite likely so I like the theory. Idunno I just feel frustrated how characters often feel like they get boiled down to just their archetype or role (and sometimes not even any of those but just completely unrecognizable) when they are actually very interesting and well written characters. I want people to appreciate the writing that went into these amazing characters, not just these two but also many other examples but I wont ramble on here. So I strongly recommend people read more about them if at all curious, altough be careful since there are tons of leaks and spoilers in general going around regarding anything Penacony related, so with Firefly it might be best to wait a bit if spoilers are a concern.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hi3rd #hi3 #hsr firefly #kallen kaslana #honkai impact

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suicidalgamergirl · 4 months ago

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Hot To Go

4 pages long. Dunno how to continue. Getting help from AA fans.

-V

****

The Vampire Ascendant arrived on the balcony, carrying the small shopping bag with said plush.

He notices the movement of Nessa in the living room. He was reading her and seeing that she was very scared.

He couldn’t shrug off that she was feeling exactly how he felt when failing Cazador’s orders. Like she deserves to be punished.

What had Ken done to her that led her to not trust others? Humans tend to be social creatures. They crave attention from others.

She was different. Quite different.

He entered the apartment, without making a sound. She was preoccupied with the door.

Nor did he want to be stabbed repeatedly with a box cutter.

Darling needed to behave when she held sharp and pointy objects.

Especially towards him.

****

She slowly unlocked the door, box cutter ready to stab in self defense.

The door swung open to reveal....

An Amazon Delivery Guy.

“Package for Ms. Vanessa Alexandria,” the guy said as he was giving her a package.

Vanessa dropped the box cutter in shock. She did buy herself a gift off Amazon for her birthday.

After signing it, the delivery guy left and she closed the door. She opened the package to reveal a video game she wanted.

An Otome game. These games kinda helped her feel like she can confront men, despite the situations she puts herself in with real men. They would only be a fantasy of a man actually interested in this hag. No one in real life cared for her.

Why can't she live in a fantasy like that? It was quite harmless.

Lowering her head. She had to grow up from playing video games, because people in their 30s start having families and enjoy the company of others.

She wanted to be alone.

****

Rolan and his gang of hunters arrived at the apartment complex. They have to act quickly. Vampires know how to get whatever they want. Vanesa was living alone in an apartment. Why did she let Ken die?

She lived alone, had always kept to herself in her hobbies, and was mostly anti-social. Perfect dinner for The Vampire Ascendant because no one will miss her. They have to stop him because she will be in danger.

The staff let the group in, confused why they would dress up in Renaissance clothing. They waited for the elevator and ascended to said apartment.

For they will be glorious in their hunt.

They must win.

****

Tears were running down her eyes. She was holding the game she got. Everything in her life had her always trying to be someone else. Her comics got no interest and she couldn't make a living out of her passion.

So she became a janitor to clean offices.

Rolan appeared at the open door.

“I’m glad he hadn’t arrived,” Rolan said as he turned to the distressed Vanessa, “you there. Did you notice a palely skinned gentleman?”

“We’re here to tell you that you’re on his list,” Zarha replied, “he killed Ken, your boyfriend, and he may kill you too.”

Kill her? She felt a sense of release from their words. Death was a perfect solution for her.

“Don’t worry,” Rodney said, “you’re safe now.”

She turned to the hunters.

“There is no vampire here,” Vanessa said sternly to the hunters, “besides he won’t be interested in this hag.”

“Maybe we should check your apartment?” Doug asked, “Just to be sure.”

“He is not here,” Vanessa stated, “If you don’t leave, I would start calling the cops. There’s no vampire here.”

“You don’t understand!” Rolan argued, “Vampires like him will kill anyone. They don’t care about us, that’s why they must die!”

“Please leave. You are invading my privacy.”

“Don’t you care about your own safety?! He’ll kill you.”

“PLEASE LEAVE,” Vanessa replied as she was standing her ground.

Rolan sighed and turned back to his hunters.

“Fall back,” Rolan replied as he looked at the hunters, “it seems she doesn’t care about the danger she’s in.”

The hunters finally left her apartment. Frustrated with her, they couldn’t do anything because she had a right to refuse them.

That vampire is a fucken lucky bastard.

****

The Vampire Ascendant was eavesdropping their conversation as he stayed in her room. Nessie could have easily told the hunters he was here. She could have easily had him killed off by their leader.

But she didn’t.

Quite the peculiar human.

He decided to make himself known.

With grace, he confronted her in the living room.

****

Ness heard something. She lowered her head.

The Vampire Ascendant was here. To kill her like he had Ken. He had been watching her having a conversation with the vampire hunters. It didn't matter. He was here now.

And was going to kill her.

He comes closer and Ness is ready. She's made her peace. Said her goodbyes to the hurt and fear she's carried with her for too long. She closes her eyes. And yet the icy touch never comes. He never reaches for her. She feels no teeth at her neck.

Instead, all he does is speak.

“You could've had me killed,” he stated as he looked at her, “You could've given me to them...and yet you didn't. Just as I suspected... Intriguing."

She heard his words. He was a vampire and she was his prey. She assumed he might be gentle to end her life.

But he wasn’t going to do that.

“I have spent quite a while studying you,” he continued, “...watching. Trying to understand what it is like to be a feeble human in this day and age. You saved me. So I spared you. And still you save me again. And now I wonder...why?"

Realization flustered her cheeks. She was dumbfounded by his questions. Was she selfish? She wanted the vampire to end her life.

Just like he ended Ken’s life.

He leaned in closer, almost listening to her pulse.

“I know your secret,” he said, “the one that tied you to that man. The one who has you in his snare. You seek comfort in cuddling plushies and self harm. It was because you know no better, a mere slave to a weak master.”

Goddamnit. She didn’t want the vampire to get more psychological with her. Why do men always seem to get thrills of turning her into a doormat? Is this what couples do?

She didn’t want that. This is what couples do.

Right?

“Please,” she gave a weak cry. She knew the vampire should end her. Tears were running down her eyes.

He placed his cold hand onto her face, wiping said tears and sensing her quick pulse racing from his touch of her soft cheek.

“I know what it’s like to feel unwanted,” he replied, “how easy your master turns you into his new toy, only to always fail his expectations. And I cannot let another being fall into their master’s hands again like I had. Hence I had to kill him.”

She was slowly feeling calm. He admitted killing Ken. A relief was on her. Ken is a dick. Who knows how long she would have if she didn’t catch Ken cheating on her with his phone? How long will her relationship be with him? Will Ken literally drive her to her own death?

This was all because Ken knew about her secret.

He knew about her sexual assault. He knew how gullible Nessa was. She was only trying to make new friends when she was a tween. One girl from her grade perked interest at her. They both went to a secluded area and it happened…

She forced herself on Nessa and she was shocked by what was happening to her. To make matters worse, she says she’ll see Nessa again someday and left her to rot in misery of being violated.

All she wanted was a new friend.

****

Ken has tried everything that he can to at least have some intimate relationship with Nessa, despite knowing she was assaulted in her teen years by another classmate years ago. So she really couldn’t enjoy sex like every other adult.

It fucked up her mentally and emotionally.

It also didn’t help that he was constantly nagging for it and downplaying that she’s worthless in a few years.

After seeing him chatting up chicks on his cell, she knew he wasn’t faithful. She had enough.

She kicked him out of her apartment.

He started to leave, looking back at Nessa.

“No one else will find you attractive,” Ken said to her, “I just gave pity on you because no one will ever want to sleep with you.”

Good. Just leave.

“You dumb bitch,” Ken catcalled her, “you should have given me what I deserved for being nice to you.”

And he left her.

Ken was no more and she was free.

But why was she crying?

****

The Vampire Ascendant had Nessa in his grip. He could feel her pulse quicken.

“I don’t want you to cast doubt on yourself,” he said to her, “your blood screams to be tasted. Though, I rather not let you see me as a Grim Reaper, a harbinger of death. Maybe see me as a Merciful Angel instead.”

She opened her eyes and looked at the vampire. He wasn’t going to bite her. Is she really that pathetic? Vampires do enjoy willing prey.

He smirked at her, looking at her brown eyes as his eyes glowing crimson red.

“You know,” he began, “I rather like you. Unassuming. Unassertive... But I can see something else just behind your eyes. A quiet thing, that wants to be *free*. And since you have helped me, I shall return the favor.”

She was confused. Was this how relationships work? Right? What could this vampire want? What can she give to him?

He kept looking at her, placing his fingers on her chin. She kept looking at him, confused and confident towards the vampire lord. As a vampire fan girl, this could be her fantasy. She tamed a darkly handsome creature of the night. Someone who loves her sweet calling blood.

“Even when you are afraid,” he continued, “There is something within you that does not want to cower. And perhaps..." His face falters, still eying the vampiric fan girl.

"Perhaps, I once held someone dear to me…” he trailed off, “who would have done the same for you. As she did me.”

She felt clueless and embarrassed. She wanted to understand her savior. How did she help him? All she did was make a bat house and entice a bat to eat mosquitoes. She was foolish to use him to end her life.

The hunters said he’ll kill anyone. He knew about Ken from her journal. The weak master was slain. He was going to drive Nessa to her death if she didn’t break it off.

Yes, The Vampire Ascendant killed him. Ken was finally out of her life and will never abuse another partner with his cruel hands.

Right now, said vampire lord admitted to having some feelings for her. She was slowly starting to not be terrified of him. He's a powerful vampire lord. Those vampire hunters were wrong about him.

If he was true to their words, she would be dead right now.

Not having a staring contest with a vampire.

#ascended astarion #long chapter is long #my story is 20 pages long #astarion x reader #help is needed

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hii !!! I love your writing and fanfics!! They're the best I binge read them at night everytime fr...but anyways can I get Jo doing your makeup? Like you wanted to hang out with your bf and you want him to do your makeup! You guide him and he gently tries to put makeup on you, blush, eyeshadow, eyebrows, and foundation, you turn out to be a clown but you guys laugh about it !! 😊😊😊

DUVET ┊ asakura jo

PAIRING ┊ jo x f!reader

GENRE ┊ fluff

WC ┊ 668

WARNINGS ┊ classic friends to lovers plot (kinda idk they like each other tho) , not proof-read , lowercase intended!!

SYNOPSIS ┊ it’s jo’s day off, and you find yourself missing him a little too much. in an attempt to spend some time together, you invite him over and ask him to do your makeup. (and he ended up staining your duvet oops)

A/N ┊ i honestly could not come up with a title for this fic so it literally doesn’t match up at all but it’s okay cuz it’s jo!! 😜

jo had finally managed to secure a rare day off from his hectic schedule. he was looking forward to spending some quality time catching up on his favorite anime and indulging in a much-needed break—a break he definitely deserved. little did he know how soon that plan would change.

meanwhile, at your place, boredom was slowly consuming you. the dullness seemed to multiply exponentially, making the hours feel like days. suddenly, an idea struck you like lightning—a foolproof way to kill your boredom and maybe even spend some time with jo.

with your fingers flying across your phone's keyboard, you swiftly typed out a message, inviting jo over without mentioning your ulterior motives. you hit send, half-wondering if he would even consider your request.

but to your delight, jo replied almost instantly, his reply filled with his usual awkwardness: "oh uh, sure. i wasn't really doing anything anyway".

an excited flutter danced in your chest as you prepared for jo to arrive, making sure you had clean brushes and fresh makeup laid out. you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. jo may be your friend, but there was just something about him that made your heart race a little faster.

minutes later, the doorbell chimed, signaling jo’s arrival. you greeted him with a smile, trying to hide your nervousness.

"so, what's the plan for today?" jo asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"we’re going to have some quality time," you replied, leading him to your bedroom.

confusion flashed across jo’s face, but he decided not to press the matter. after all, there were plenty of strange adventures you'd roped him into during your friendship.

upon entering your room, jo’s eyes landed on the chaos of makeup supplies spread across your dresser. his eyes widened comically.

"you’re not going to suggest i do your makeup, are you?" he asked, panic lacing his voice.

biting your lip, you let out a nervous chuckle. "uh, actually, that was exactly my plan."

jo stared at you, disbelief etched on his face. "you’re kidding, right?"

with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you shook your head. "nope, dead serious. come on jo, it'll be fun!"

you guided jo to sit in front of the vanity mirror, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. jo looked both adorable and slightly terrified. he bit his lip, his gaze fixed on the soft brushes in front of him.

"okay, but no promises that it’ll come out good," jo mumbled, finally giving in.

for the next hour, jo followed your step-by-step instructions, his fingers trembling as he tried to recreate the makeup looks you were showing him. the room filled with laughter and comfortable silence, the two of you bantering and teasing each other throughout the process.

at one point, jo’s hand shook so badly that instead of applying mascara to your lashes, he ended up streaking black lines across your face. you burst into fits of laughter, clutching your stomach as jo scrambled to fix his mistake.

"this is harder than drawing," jo muttered sheepishly, his deep voice tinged with slight frustration.

as the afternoon wore on, jo’s initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a newfound confidence. his touch became more sure, his strokes lighter and more delicate. but just as the two of you were nearing completion, disaster struck.

jo’s hand slipped, and a vibrant splatter of red lip tint landed squarely on your pristine white duvet.

his voice filled with panic, jo stammered, "i’m so sorry! i didn't mean to!"

you couldn't help but let out a small laugh, your eyes sparkling with mirth. "it's okay, jo. it’s just makeup. i can wash it off."

relief washed over his face, and he smiled. "i’ll buy you a new duvet cover, okay? i promise."

the mess on your duvet somehow solidified the bond between the two of you. jo’s apology was filled with genuine affection and concern that tugged at your heart, making you realize how much you meant to each other.

a/n 2 i feel like the ending is so awkward and out of place HELP IM SO SORRY. 😕

#&team #&team x reader #&team scenarios #&team jo fluff #&team jo smut #&team jo x reader #asakura jo #asakura jo fluff #asakura jo x reader #asakura jo smut #jo x reader #jo fluff #jonillaa

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