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fromdove · 2 days ago

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MY JASON TODD PHYSICAL APPEARANCE HEADCANONS !

welcome to my ted talk. go ahead and sit your semi-literate goblin ass down and take notes, because i am about to paint you a portrait of this man so vivid you’ll think i dipped my brush in the lazarus pit itself.

HETEROCHROMIA. one blue eye & one green eye. im a very big and firm believer on this. this is my religion. this is my prayer. jason todd's eyes are my gospel, and I am the devoted disciple on my knees at the altar. he's always had them, before the lazarus pit & AFTER the lazarus pit. (although after the lazarus pit id like to point out that his eyes got a bit brighter especially the green!). i saw fanart once of this—just one image—and it was enough to send me into a trance. my jaw unhinged like a snake

LARGE SHARP ALMOND EYES. eyes sharp enough to cut!! real real real. sharp enough to gut someone in an alley. you get looked at by him and feel like you need to apologize for crimes you haven’t committed yet. yup that. they soften when he looks at you tho bc ur his amazing angel faced baby.

HIS GODDAMN JAWLINE. the kind you see on statues. could cut diamonds. so perfect. brutal. Pythagoras would rise from the grave with a boner, calculator in hand, shaking and crying overwhelmed by the sheer geometry of him. drooling. weeping & erect.

6'4!!!!!!!!!! MY MAN IS TALL. A GIANT. GARGANTUAN. and that’s the final word. idgaf. don’t come in here with that “canon says he’s 6’0” nonsense. fuck canon. canon is a lie built by cowards. they've screwed up my babies too many times to count. my Jason ducks under door frames and casts shadows over people trying to insult him. he intimidates every man in a ten-mile radius just by standing up.

BULKY. (not crazy bulky like those steroid obsessed body builder protein-powder-in-the-veins monstrous freaks but still jacked af. (like in this picture: click here and here) . he’s jacked like a Greek statue, like a renaissance painting of a war god.

white streak. white streak 24/7 for the rest of infinity. all night. every universe. every reboot. i don’t care. Non-negotiable. he got it from the one and only pit. he tried to cut it, dye it, tried everything to get rid of it at first but it just kept growing back and the dye would never work on it somehow ??/ so he just gave up lmao

OKOK his nose. my fave nose to picture jason with is an sightly upturned nose with a bump in the middle. do you guys know what kind of nose im yappin about? here is a visual: click here

ive seen fanart with jason with the j scar and i just think it fits his character and backstory. yes it was from that makeup-smeared tragedy of a circus reject. but fuck him!! this is about jason peter todd. my baby is still hot af anyways so.

SHARP CANINES. BITE ME WITH THEM. LORDDD MOTHERR GODDD. Carnivore-coded. was he born with them? is it a lazarus thing? either way theyre sharp little bastards. He tries to be careful, he reallyyy does but sometimes, mid-kiss, they slip. he nips you. he pulls back, eyes wide, guilt-ridden. you’re breathless. he spews like a million apologizes coz the last thing he wants to do it hurt u. but u dont care bc it feels so goddamn good... STOP ME)

Full lips that look like they’re always swollen from a brawl or a kiss.. with a slight cupids bow. god. yes. the corners/edges of his mouth are sharp (does that make sense?? help). he also has scars extending from the corners that look like smiles, they only stretch a few centimeters out. not that long at all. joker’s parting gift, poetic as it is cruel. OH AND he has the Toji scar !!! this one right here: click here

dark brown hair thats wavy & fluffy heeheheh (2c textured.) not straight, not curly, that luscious in-between mess that stays tousled and tragic and stupidly sexy no matter what. fluffy. thick. ruffles in the wind like he's some sad, angry prince. you run your hands through it and he pretends he doesn’t melt. he is NAWT a victim of the male pattern baldness epidemic. bye no no no no he doesnt bald thanks to the lazarus pit.

THICK DARK & FULL STRAIGHT BROWSSS. IDCCC THIS MAN HAS THICK BROWS. These brows have seen things. They furrow when he’s pissed (which is like always lmao), They’re intimidating, god-tier brows kinda brows. oh oh and theyre also kind of upturned !

his fingers. jesusususususus. Veiny. Long-fingered. Calloused. Worn. His knuckles are always scabbed (from fights). His nails are short, His fingers could snap a neck, but you just want them on your throat for different reasons. And the rings? Thick, heavy, sharp. Some brass. Some iron. they double as weapons. like i just know if someone pisses him off the rings are going to hurt like straight up fucking hell.

this man has long lashes. like long enough to collect dew. Thick enough to cast shadows. curled at the tips. his lashes are criminal. like wtf. theyre the kind that make mascara cry. they frame his eyes and face perfectly

scars all over. he has the autopsy scar on his chest, he has scars on his back too. his face, arms, legs, everywhere. bullet grazes, knife cuts etc..his entire body is a war journal basically

he has eye bags and dark circles which is a given considering what he does and his lack of sleep. They're not “oh, I pulled an all-nighter” eye bags, theyre bruised purpulish blue with a bit of red. u can seen some veins. his eye bags r a little puffy. this paired with his sharp eyes make him look very very intimidating to others but not to u, bc wdym intimidating? he's my angel?? he would never hurt a fly?? tf?

a few extra's!!:

A slight scar on his eyebrow from a fall off a fire escape in crime alley when he was 12. Never stitched it (despite the constant nagging from bruce & alfred). he said the blood made him look cool. (my angel baby i love him)

a voice that’s deeper than you expect. gravelly. like he chewed cigarettes for breakfast and chased them with glass. but it dips soft when he says your name. unbearably soft. traitorously tender.

faint cigarette burn on the inside of his left forearm. from back when he thought pain might be the only thing that made him real. said it was an accident. it wasn’t.

A barely-there tremor in his right hand. Old injury. Nerve damage.

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obsessivestar · 7 months ago

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Poly!ted!schlatt!reader smut request

Schlatt and Ted get into an 'argument', and schlatt starts acting like a brat towards Ted for the rest of the day.

Reader has an idea on how to get the boys to make up. So she says this in front of both of them.

"Alright, well, I'm super horny so, ted can you help me out?"

Ted gets flustered and agrees, and Schlatts brat demeanor turns into horny hunger.

He comes into the bedroom after he heard reader have her first orgasm and asks if he can join too.

Also, oral fixation Schlatt is much appreciated.

Competition:

Poly!Ted Nivison/JSchlatt+Reader Kinktober Request!

{{-I tweaked it a little but I hope you still like it and also I put way too much effort into this but y/w LMAO-}}

Graphic NSFW under the cut:

After a rather competitive game, Ted and Schlatt would not stop bickering at each other. Ted had gotten the upper hand in the game and had smoked us both. I was over it, Schlatt clearly wasn't.

"I fuckin' had ya, dude!" Schlatt spits out, being the loudest one in the room, as usual.

"Well, see, you actually didn't.." Ted exaggerates his tone, playfully pointing at Schlatt.

"Oh fuck you man, that hitbox shit was bullshit."

"Game says it wasn't, dude."

"The shield wasn't even fuckin' there!"

"I clicked the button, it was there."

"That's bullshit, absolute fuckin' bullshit."

"Didn't feel bullshit."

"It fucking was!"

"Didn't feel it."

As I turn the console off, I roll my eyes and lean back against the sofa. These two are always going at it. Always. Usually it's in a friendly way, but I could see from here how tense Schlatt was. Even with how confident Ted appeared, I could tell he needed a break too. They both needed to blow off some steam...

"...Well, that match made me horny." I gently slap my hands down on my lap and stand up, watching as Ted and Schlatt's argument come to a complete halt, both of them giving me a mixture of shock and disbelief. I'm not usually that blunt about it, but I knew it would shut them up. "Ted? You wanna give me some attention?.." I make my tone softer, girlishly so, batting my eyelashes at him and everything. I see their expressions shift in different ways. Ted's eyes flicker with excitement, a nervous chuckle leaving him, like he wasn't sure I was serous. Schlatt, on the other hand, looked silently furious, his eyes darkening in my direction. He was jealous, and hungry...Good. I can tell that even Ted knows what I'm planning, looking at Schlatt with new found confidence.

"Oh yeah...that's a much better way to celebrate my earned victory.." Ted speaks to me, but is staring daggers into Schlatt as he speaks, his words burning a hole into Schlatt. I watch as Schlatt narrows his eyes at Ted, watching him closely, very close, as Ted steps away from him and joins me down the hall.

The second we enter Ted's room, he's all over me. He pins me against the nearest wall by my hips, pressing against me as he traps my lips in a hungry, possessive kiss. He let's out a deep chuckle against my lips, pulling back briefly to start guiding me to his bed, working at our clothes as we step back.

"You think that'll be enough?.." Ted asks in between kisses, slipping his shirt over his head before latching onto my exposed neck, wrapping his arms around me to get my bra off. "Been trying to get him to join us for a while..."

"Oh yeah, he was seething.." I purr, leaning my head back with a dopey smile on my face. "Get me to be loud, and he'll come running.."

"I've got a few ideas.." Ted snickers against my skin, tossing my bra aside before shoving me onto his bed, crawling over me the second my bed hit his mattress. He catches my lips in another hungry kiss, a low moan leaving him. He begins to plant little kisses along the side of my face, trailing them down my jaw, slowly moving further down. "Tasting you always gets you to cry for me.." Ted purrs, beginning to move more down my body.

"No, let him..." I whisper out, tilting my head down to look at Ted. "I...I want him to do it.." I was expecting Ted to relent, giving him a sort of nervous smile, but he seemed thrilled by the idea, crawling back up to be at my eye level.

"Really? Schlatt?" Ted asks with a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Ooh, you naughty girl. He'll use his mouth...and I'll use yours.."

Ted, Schlatt and I had an...interesting arrangement to say the least. I had started a relationship with Ted a couple months ago, but I knew for a fact that Schlatt also had feelings for me, Ted and I both knew. What started as a joke about dating them at the same time turned into a...strange reality. Now, I've slept with Ted many, many times and I've had my fun with Schlatt, but getting them to bed together....I've wanted it for weeks, I've dreamed about it.

Problem is, Ted knew Schlatt wouldn't agree to it if we simply...propositioned it. No, Schlatt was a man of passion, it needed to be his idea.

By now, Ted had gotten all of our clothes off, his thick fingers pumping in and out of me, latched onto my throat like a hungry lion, desperate to be sated. I was an absolute moaning mess, feeling his fingers curl up into my sweet spot with every thrust of them. It felt amazing, but it was also just making me even more aroused, my thoughts filled with the idea of what Schlatt must be doing, hearing me cry out in pleasure.

"I-I'm so horny, Teddy.." I whimper out loudly, keeping my knees bent up to allow easy access.

"There ya go, baby. Let em' hear you.." Ted whispers into my ear, increasing the pace of his fingers to urge my first release. I didn't think I could cum from someone's fingers, but the mix of Ted's dirty words and the thought of what was coming next made everything come undone. I felt my walls tighten around Ted's fingers and cum around them, letting my voice sing out as loudly as my body would allow. I needed Schlatt to hear us. I needed him to join us.

Ted slowly slips his fingers out of my core, pulling back from my neck. Since he won't be able to taste me later, he laps up my essence along his fingers, keeping our eyes connected as he licks everything off his fingers, giving me a dark chuckle afterwards.

"Think that worked?.." Ted asked in a quiet voice, tilting his head over at the door.

"Give it a second.." I whisper back with a confident smile, my eyes wandering around the room as I try to listen for him. Ted and I have never been that loud when he's here, it must've had an affect on him. When I hear some shuffling out in the hall and a defeated groan, I knew we had him. I knew it.

I hear some stomps head this way and eventually, some heavy but quick knocks on Ted's door. "O-Open the door.." Schlatt stutters, standing right outside the door. I could hear him shuffling out there, I could hear the anxiousness in his voice. He was so flustered, so eager to get inside. I'm honestly surprised that he wasn't just barging through the door.

Ted pulls away from me, both of us holding back a laugh. Schlatt sounding desperate was new, we wanted to savor it a bit.

"Not your turn, buddy.." Ted teased with a confident smile, making me lean my head back more against the pillow, a slightly tired chuckle leaving me.

"T-To hell with our fucking turns, can I open the god damn door or not?..." Schlatt snapped from the other side again. I can tell just by how his voice sounds that he's right up against the door. The calm before the storm. I know that once he's in here, he's not leaving until we've all got it out of our system, and that's exactly what I was counting on. Ted turned to look at me calmly, raising his brows as if to say 'You still want this?'.

I give Ted another tired chuckle and a smile before nodding at the door.

"Come on in, big fella."

The second Schlatt barged through that door changed everything. He had torn his clothes off so fast I couldn't even remember what he was wearing before my thighs were resting against his bare shoulders, my legs somewhat wrapped around his head, lapping at my soaked core like a mad animal in heat. I'm moaning out from the overstimulation, the only thing keeping me quiet being Ted's cock occasionally stuffing itself down my throat, my head turned to take him in fully. My hand comes up to stroke the bits of his shaft not in my mouth, feeling Schlatt's mutton chops tickling my inner thighs, my sensitive bud pulsing with pleasure. I am completely and utterly at their mercy and I'm riding it for as long as my body can handle it. Ted pulls his cock out of my mouth to make me fully stroke all of it, laughing down at me with a devilish grin.

"How's he feel, baby? Is he eatin' you well? He working it right? Ooh, you're disgusting, baby..." Ted purrs down at me, watching me helplessly writhe beneath him as Schlatt's tongue continuously flicks against my sensitive bud, over and over until my body completely gives in. I focus on Ted's throbbing cock and dirty words as I have my second orgasm against Schlatt's mouth, grinding my hips against his tongue as I ride it out with needy whimpers and moans. As the satisfied pleasure spreads up my stomach and along my inner thighs, Schlatt wastes no time and stands up straight to ready the tip of his length against me, rubbing my soaked entrance with his pointed tip before pushing in with a satisfied groan. He is much thicked than Ted, I feel my lips sting a little with how much he has to open me to slip in. He's eager, but he's gentle until my body gets used to him.

Once my core does adjust, they both use my body as roughly and as freely as they want. Schlatt is slamming his hips roughly against mine with every thrust and Ted has shoved his length right back into my mouth. I'm a moaning, whimpering, gagging mess as they fuck me senselessly. It's like everything I dreamed it would be, knowing I am completely at their mercy just increased my lust and arousal for them both.

"You're such a naughty fuckin' girl.."

"You're fucking disgusting, can't believe you wanted us both.."

"This what you wanted, you whore? You take it, you fuckin' take it."

"Choke on it, baby. Choke. On it. There you go, yeeeaahh.."

Their dirty talk mixed with my desperate moans for released all came undone when I reached my third and final orgasm. They both continue to pump their cocks inside of me to push my release to its limits, smiling and laughing at me as my body shivers and jolts with pleasure. When my body finally starts to relax, I feel both Ted and Schlatt pull out of me to stroke themselves out, releasing their warm seed on my stomach and my face. The humiliation and warmth was...everything. My curiosity was sated. After they cleaned me off, we all laid on Ted's bed, panting heavily to catch our breaths. Schlatt was the first to get up after about a minute or so. Before he'd leave, I'd speak up first.

"W-We have to do that again..." I let out a tired chuckle, turning my head to look at Schlatt. Schlatt let's out a dismissive scoff at first, holding the doorknob in his fist. He shakes his head at me and opens the door, but speaks simply before he leaves.

"Maybe."

When he leaves the room, he closes the door behind him. Ted pulls me into his chest with a tired chuckle, kissing the top of my head.

"That was a yes."

"I know."

#ted nivison #chuckle sandwhich #jschlatt #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison x you #ted nivison smut #poly!tednivison #poly!schlatt #jschlatt smut #schlatt smut #schlatt x you #schlatt x reader

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ohbabydollie · 1 year ago

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omg so i’m new here but i currently have brainrot for 2 things

1) being a famous celebrity (sortaaaa like the famous streamer one but more famous) where ur like, an actress or model, things like that. and having a semi-public relationship with schlatt where you’ll be spotted holding hands on occasion, or on a red carpet but not really publicly discussing your relationship (even though everyone knows you’re together), and everyone is either super happy and ships the ever loving shit out of you, or they clown on you a bit and make “who’s punching up” videos and odd comments, and just not giving a fuck and being happy together but kinda wanting to be viewed like any other couple and not just another famous couple to be analyzed. (also similar to mutual break up but you don’t care about hate and stay together)

AND

2) schlatt made a joke about having his cock out in the latest chuckle sandwich episode and….. giving him head under his desk when he films….. for some things, like recordings where he’s not showing his face, it’s easy, but when he has his face out, it’s a bit more challenging. he has to restrain the urge to watch you and moan SOOO bad…. that’s all.

LMAO NONNIE THE FIRST ONE, I HAD TOO

okay, let’s say you’re a celebrity that is agreed by men, women, etc. to be absolutely stunning

so many people that love you, call you their wife, etc.

you are an absolute style icon, wearing pieces made for you to exclusive red carpet events

even people who hate you have to agree you’ve got a great style in clothes and makeup and yes, you’re iconic, at least a little

then somehow you make your way to the youtube community

people assume from you being so open and sweet and social is how you find yourself starring in a project directed by Ted Nivison

you’re so excited for it, interacting with other creators, etc.

Jschlatt knows of you, but thinks you’re probably like all those LA stuck up influencers that managed to make enough connections to get what you wanted

but when he has his first interaction with you on twitter??

he’s taking the chance to flirt with you publicly

in any way shape or form

and is so public about his crush on you to the point everyone is convinced he runs a stan account for you

you both do get closer behind the scenes but don’t tell much people about it

especially considering his jokes that people love taking seriously and out of context

you both are pretty secretive about it, super down low about it until the day he decides to pay for your nails

a small j is on the underside of your ring finger as to not show it off too much

it can’t even be seen unless it’s up close

then someone points it out on twitter in a selfie

you say it was dirt, but they know what they saw

then the paparazzi comes in and takes a photo that goes viral of you in sweats and a suspiciously familiar wilson hoodie

you say it a coincidence over and over again but the evidence is undeniable when you post multiple selfies in familiar hoodies that look just a little too large for you

small scratches and bite marks on your arms but you never mentioned getting a cat

then you appear in a chuckle sandwich interview

but the vibe is different in that video compared to the rest with guests

schlatt is polite??? and listening to you??

he looks at you with so much affection

yeah, your team does damage control and quickly

claiming that you’re currently single and focused on your career

then you fuck up on your own

a misclick on a story made for your close friends of you kissing your boyfriend’s cheek as he has the biggest smile ever plastered on his face

oh well, too late to deny anymore

so you don’t say anything until your next red carpet event where he’s essentially your accessory

like arm candy and dressed to match you

then everyone definitely knows

and let me tell you, some stans are sobbing

lots of “i waited 3 1/2 years, white man did it in one week” from fans and other celebrities

punching the air too

lots of crying and audios after they realize you’re dating him fr fr and not them

people definitely make memes out of it

goddess s/o and bf they probably found digging around in the trash and probably has rabies

yk that one meme of shining armor and princess cadence?

yeah, that + other attractive partner and their silly bf

so so so many of those “do you think we’re…in another universe?” slides

they clip any time he talks about you and use it for edits

editing characters you play with c! schlatt (it’s giving jack frost x elsa)

they love the two of you and seriously cannot get enough

but they really are punching the air when he marries you and when he gets you pregnant (if applicable)

#schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #dollie yaps 🗣️#jschlatt hcs #jschlatt headcanons #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff

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nevernonline · 2 years ago

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✧.* what’s your number?; kmg

synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen.

paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.

genre/s: humor (sort of lmao), neighbors2lvrs vibes, fuckboy&girl reader and gyu.

warning/s: alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors - dni), talks of broken bones, oc has female genitalia

word count: 3.8k

content: seggsy times, idiots being besties, reader loses her job, all the vibes.

note/s: loosely based on one of my fav movies, what's your number with anna ferris. lmao enjoy. also def unedited so srry. xo.

“Miss. Y/L/N. I’m very sorry but we have decided to let you go.”

Your boss put down a brown cardboard box that once held wine from a staff party about a week ago. You stood in silence, why were you being fired? You’re one of the only executives who does their job. All of the other employees sit around and drink whiskey and flirt with the other women on your floor on company time, go home to their wives, and make six figures.

“Sir, can I ask why?”

“Budget cuts, sorry honey.”

Honey of course. Not only is he himulating you, he’s also being condescending.

“Why not fire Ted? He does nothing but use his company card for ‘business expenses’ like taking his different fucks to exotic vacations and restaurants.”

“Our female clients like Theodore. Sorry it has to be this way. Here’s a check to keep your rent underway and for any troubles. Good luck.”

You picked up the brown cardboard he handed it to you and dumped the white envelope into your bag as you stormed out of his glass chamber.

Perfect timing, your brothers getting married and you’re getting fired. Your mother will surely love to hear about this.

After gathering the contents of your desk you found your way back to your white and gray covered apartment, sinking down into the perfect couch you bought yourself as a reward for your first month in the job.

Pulling your laptop from the pocket of your work bag, you scrolled through the news on your side widget . Coming across an article written in some stupid lifestyle magazine about ‘the appropriate number of sexual partners for women.’

“Okay, so society is regressing.”

Curious enough you scrolled through to a small section with a quiz, childish, but probably suitable for women over 50 or under 21.

Following your finger down the various categories that pertained to you until it came to the bottom of the page pointing out your result.

“15 and over, women with this number often have difficulty finding a spouse and are unlikely to ever settle down. Are they fucking serious? Men can fuck 50 women and still are fine.”

A vibration came from your phone, a text from your neighbor.

[3:44pm].

Mingyu: Mind helping me out? New girl won’t take the bait about my “emergency”

Y/N: what’s the issue with her this time?

Mingyu: nothing, just too clingy. I’m expecting you in five, say our dad fell in the shower. Thank you, owe you.

Y/n: got it see you in five.

Mingyu and you met often when you were ushering out hook ups or crazy exes show up to your door. You didn’t know much about his life, other than he’s a model, and obviously has bad luck with women.

Pulling yourself up off your couch and throwing a blazer back over your shoulders you strode off down to the other end of the hallway.

“Mingyu? Mingyu seriously answer your phone? Hello!”

The door opened revealing a semi-naked girl, she was pretty sure, blonde, tall, nice eyes, but boring.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Mingyu’s sister, who the fuck are you?”

“Oh my god! So sorry, hi so nice to meet you, I’m Ailee his gir-“

“My friend, y/n. What’s wrong?”

Letting yourself passes the bra sporting blonde you looked Mingyu straight in the face and pulled out your best crying face, it was easy today being that you’re pissed about work and that stupid fucking quiz.

“It’s dad, he fell. I don’t think it’s good, we have to go.”

“Oh. Okay, let me change.”

Mingyu pulled in his jeans and a white t-shirt, grabbed his fancy leather wallet from the counter and pulled you through the front door of his condo.

“Ailee, let yourself out okay?”

“Call me?”

“Uh, maybe it sounds like this is bad, maybe we should stop seeing each other? I’ll call you.”

The truth is Mingyu was never going to call her, he said that to all the others. Yet, you never saw them again.

Silently you open the door to your place and shut it behind you.

“She seems nice.”

“Yeah trust me, she’s not.”

“Noted. But, better than that crazy red headed girl, Cass was it?”

“We don’t have to talk about her.”

“Missing that jacket still?”

“Yes.”

Mingyu took his place on your leather armchair and sipped the coffee you had initially made for yourself.

“What is this? What’s your number?”

“Oh my god. Stop looking at my shit.”

You whipped the lid of your laptop close and stole it out of his hands

“Do you really think anyone cares how many people you sleep with? Isn’t that kind of fucked up?”

“You can only say that because well, one your a man and two you’ve fucked basically half the women in this city.”

“Not true, we haven’t fucked.”

“Right and we will not.”

“Sure, sure keep telling yourself that. So what is it? 12?”

“Do you really need that answer?”

“Yes. And I will bother you until you tell me.”

“17.”

Mingyu laughed, not because he felt bad for you or that you were going to hell for fucking 17 people, but because he didn’t see the big deal.

“Oh come on, that is not that bad.”

“What’s yours?”

“Maybe 20?”

“We are way too close in number for me to not feel weird about it now.”

“Because it doesn’t matter, why do you think you couldn’t get a husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck you want because of that?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t until today I guess.”

“Bad day?”

The dark haired man’s head nodded towards the unpacked cardboard box sitting on your dining table.

“Weird day. And now I have to go see my family at an overly fancy party and sit around clutching cocktails and lie that I didn’t lose my job, just until their precious boy is married off.”

“Ah, the black sheep of a rich family huh?”

“Shut up, no. They’re just judgmental is all. Well, my mom is anyway.”

“I see. What are you wearing?”

“I don’t know? What’s wrong with what I have on now?”

Mingyu looked you over in your semi unbuttoned dress shirt and oversized trousers, sexy and sophisticated, but a little boring for a party.

“Actually you look good. But, it’s not exactly giving a cocktail party for the sister of the groom. Especially if your mom is as judgmental as you say.”

“Okay, go in my closet then. Work your weird model magic or whatever, Mr. Jeans and white tee.”

“Anything for you, rich girl.”

You walked Mingyu through your bedroom into the oversized walk in closet, filled to the brim of clothes, half of them with tags still on. Gifts from boyfriends, friends, your mother.

“Wow, I didn’t expect this.”

“And what did you expect?”

“A closet turned into an office and like five pairs of the same pants, maybe matching pajama sets. But not this.”

Sitting down on the small stool you let the man rifle his way through the various colors of fabric.

“Okay, so this black dress. It’s tight but not overwhelmingly, it’ll show your figure and still make you appropriate. These tall black boots, sexy to show off your long legs and make you look even taller, a nice bag, maybe.. this red one? Or the green, just for a pop of color. Put it on.”

“You finish quickly .”

“Never had a woman say that to me before. Hurry up.”

Smirking, you run back into your bedroom, out of sight from the man tapping his fingers on the marble countertop of your dressing room, sliding into the outfit he picked out.

“Okay, I look-“

“Beautiful.”

“Really? Don’t you think this is a little much? I mean, for this?”

“Not at all, it’s actually really simple. May I?”

He held up a silver chain necklace in his hands and waited until you nodded as he strung it around your neck.

“Perfect. Now, leave your hair up. Maybe a nice bun and curl the front pieces? You look nice without makeup on, but do that cute winged liner look you do with a nude lip.”

“Okay, since when did you become a stylist?”

“I’m a model, I know what I’m talking about. Come on, chop chop.”

“Okay, mom. Jesus.”

“Dad. Daddy, actually.”

“That's never happening.”

Doing his instructions as he asked, you curled the front pieces of your hair letting it softly dangle in front of your face and placed the rest up on the crown of your head in a loosely tied knot.

“Okay. So maybe you’re good at this.”

“I know. If you need my help further, you know where to find me.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Aren’t you?”

Holding up your phone you realized how much time has passed and grabbed your keys.

“Right. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. See you soon, y/n.”

“Bye, Gyu.”

Walking up to the front steps of your parents luxurious brown stone, you felt the cold sweat under your armpits before walking in the front door.

“Y/N holy shit, where have you been? Mom is going to kick your ass.”

“Sorry, Chanie. I had something going on. Where is she?”

“In the dining room with Marnie and Seungcheol. Talking about wedding stuff, please save us.”

Coming to your brother's rescue was part of the job of being an older sister. Seeing him settle down and get engaged to a girl like Marnie was amazing for you, she was everything he needed, and it was nice to have another girl in your family.

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the silver tray of a waiter, you strode up to your mother in your childhood home, still as nervous as you would have been as a little girl to be under her gaze.

“Aw, my baby. Finally arrived. Hello.”

“Hi, Mom. Hello, guys.”

You mom hugged you giving a kiss on both of your blushing cheeks passing you along to greet your brother's future wife and his friend Seungcheol.

“Y/N, you look amazing. Where did you get this beautiful dress?”

“Thank you. My friend helped me pick this out actually, I don’t remember where it’s from.”

“Friend? Which friend is this, darling?”

“His name is Mingyu, he’s my neighbor.”

“Gay? He has wonderful taste.”

“No, not gay mom. He’s a model.”

“Oh wow, can I see a photo? Why didn’t you bring him?”

“Maybe next time.”

After downing the first glass of alcohol you quickly look for another, Seungcheol already holding a glass in his hand for you with a wink.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

“Y/N, can you go find your father? Now that you're here we can start dinner.”

“Yep.”

Strolling throw the various rooms full of priceless knickknacks and photos of your youth, you stop at the open oak doors of your fathers study, looking at him for a moment, behind his desk, glasses on, reading his book.

“Hello, Dad. May I come in?”

“Y/N, yes of course. Just hiding out here until I can eat some dinner. How are you?”

“I’m okay, mom sent me to get you to come eat. What are you reading?”

“Oh, just some Orwell. Relaxes me.”

“Shall we, sir?”

“Yes, my girl.”

You held your arm out for your father, he was always your best friend, someone who no matter what supported everything you wanted to do. He was stern, but even after parenting you he would end it with a hug and a piece of candy, seeing him grow older had your heart in pain.

Searching the table for your placecard, it sat you right in between your brother and Seungcheol, his best man and best friend for longer than you could ever remember.

“Are you coming to his bachelor mixer?”

Seungcheol’s long eyelashes fluttered in front of your face and you noticed how much more mature he looked, he was always cute, but it’s grown on you now.

“Are you going to embarrass me?”

“I’m not the one who got drunk in college and broke her arm trying to dive into the fountain.”

“Ouch. At least I haven’t shit myself drunk as an adult and embarrassed myself in front of the girl I liked.”

“I did not shit myself. It was a fart.”

“A fart with a little poop, a shart if you will. What did they call you? Shart Seungcheol?”

Your mother interrupted the light flirting you two were enjoying and gave a speech about how lovely it is to see her baby marrying a second daughter and so on and so on.

After everyone downed their salmon and fancy finger food, you got into the silly party bus along side the rest of the bridal party, moving on to the night of drinking ahead of you.

“Guys let’s play a game on the way to the bar.”

Your brother's fiancé spoke, turning down the music and passing around multiple bottles of tequila and glasses.

“Everyone right down a confession on your paper. If we guess whose it is, they have to drink, but if you get it wrong you drink.”

Looking down at the small pink sheet of paper you wrote about your day, your sex number, and you losing your job. Maybe nobody will get it, maybe nobody will care because they’ll be equally as drunk.

The game went on as your anxiety grew and nobody had chosen your confession yet, that was until your brother pulled one of the last sheets of paper out from the bowl.

“Today I lost my job, I let a stupid magazine article tell me how women who have sex with more than 15 men means they’re unloveable and unwanted. I can’t wait to get fucked up. Congratulations! Well that’s my sister.”

“What? How did you guess that?”

“I know your handwriting dumbass, drink, everyone drink.”

Your night continued, nobody mentioned your failure as a person, they just celebrated the happy couple.

More and more drinks in, maybe the same amount of people you’ve had sex with. You took it upon yourself to get people on the dance floor, when you felt a pair of hands coming up on your hips, turning around to curse them out, you recognized the eyes staring back at you.

Mingyu.

“What the hell are you doing here!?”

“Birthday party, we always come here. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Mixed sexes bachelor party.”

Mingyu's hands were still resting on your hips, on top of the very dress he helped you pick out hours before.

“Exciting. Want to get a drink with me?”

“I have one.”

You held up the half empty glass of your Negroni and Mingyu snatched it from your grip, downing it for you.

“You’re paying.”

“Yes. That was the plan.”

His hand pulled out off the dance floor and back over to a pair black leather bar stools, waving the bartender over.

“Two whiskey sours please.”

“No, one whiskey sour. I’ll have a whiskey neat.”

The bartender nodded working his magic for the two rocks glasses.

“Here you go, tab Mingyu?”

“Yes, thanks John.”

“Wow first name bases?”

“I told you we like to come here. Who’s the pale dude staring at us?”

You turned around to look at your brother, cheering you from across the bar.

“My brother, Chan. His wedding party.”

“Yes, I remember. I meant the one next to him?”

“Ah, Seungcheol. Best man.”

“He wants to fuck you, maybe he’s lucky number eighteen.”

“Maybe he was lucky number ten back in the day.”

“Do you remember his number?”

“No, but I’ve already fucked him. In college.”

“Ah, I see. Still on the hunt?”

“Not at all actually, I’m celabte now.”

“No way, I bet you could find many dudes who’d want to fuck you here.”

“It’s a matter of if I want to fuck them no?”

“Touchè”

“What about him?”

Mingyu pointed to a tall blonde, long hair, and pretty lips.

“Gorgeous. But not my style. I’m not really in the mood to get laid.”

“And let my work go to waste?”

You smiled, sipping your drink and feeling the warm liquid enter your body.

“You didn’t give me my beautiful face and fat ass, you just put it in a dress. And as my dad says, leave them wanting more.”

“You’re a very funny drunk, she shocks me even more.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you ever get tired of having me save your ass from all those girls? Don’t you want to settle down and not have your neighbor coming over to rescue you all the time?”

“Maybe the reason I do it is so you’ll save me.”

“Shut up.”

“No. I’m serious. I like hanging out with you, I enjoy seeing you, and you’re very entertaining. I like role play.”

“I see, you have a kink.”

“All jokes aside, I like seeing you.”

You were surprised by his gentle voice and nature, you always knew him from the outside, a beautiful guy who has bad luck getting girls out of his apartment for whatever reason.

“I like seeing you too.”

Mingyu's hand rested on your thigh as he looked towards the same dance floor he pulled you from before, basically begging you with his eyes to come back out with him.

You agreed, holding his hands through various sweaty bodies, some you knew and some you didn’t. Dancing along with them to the rhythm of the song, holding yourself up on Mingyu's large frame

“Surprised to see you in something other than jeans and a tee.”

“You like?”

“If I say yes are you going to fuck with me over it?”

“Maybe. Are you going to let me be your lucky number eighteen?”

“If you promise you don’t have some random girl barge in your door tomorrow to get me to leave?”

“She’ll be tied up.”

“Let’s go. I have to say bye to my brother first. Come on.”

Walking towards the door you spot Chan playing darts with Marnie, who was obviously kicking his ass.

“Hey! I’m going to head out, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Is this Mingyu?”

“Oh shit, yes Marnie, Chan, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is my brother Chan and his fiancé Marnie.”

Mingyu outstretched his hand to the couple, shaking it kindly.

“Nice to meet you man, my sister talks about you a lot. Be good to her.”

“Chan, shut the hell up. Love you both, mwah mwah.”

“Mingyu if you’re free tomorrow, y/n has a plus one. We’d love to have you.”

Smiling and whisking Mingyu out of the front door, you began to run together through the light rain falling, two blocks to your apartment.

“Sorry, my brothers, an idiot.”

“He seems nice, his wife to be too.”

You felt your hands shaking in nervousness riding up the elevator to your shared floor. Stepping off and standing in the hallway between your two front doors.

“Your place or mine?”

“Well, I picked you up didn't I? Come to mine.”

Mingyu led you through his familiar front door and helped you out of your wet clothes, throwing them in his washing machine.

Now standing in his living room, just in your black lace bra and panties, feeling like all those other girls before. Almost in fear of someone knocking to kick you out of his dimmed apartment.

“Come on.”

You giggled as he picked up your half naked frame and carried you into his bedroom.

“Lay down. Off the edge of the bed, trust me.”

You didn’t say anything just followed his instructions as his fingers came and wrapped themselves around your lace underwear, blowing on your clit with his soft breath as he pulled them down your freshly shaved legs.

“Fuck.”

His lips came in contact between your heated center, splitting his kisses between your aching parts and your thighs.

Your hands working their way through his hair as he used his tongue to work his way around your clit and between your folds, pushing you closer and closer into your own euphoria.

Maybe you understood why girls didn’t want to let him go, if this was his head game, you can’t even imagine what could come next.

“You taste so sweet, I should’ve known better to be careful, I might get addicted to you.”

“Stop with the niceties, Gyu. Can you please fuck me?”

“Eager are we?”

“Yes.”

Mingyu pulled you up by the back of your neck, forcing your head near the top of his dick, waiting for you to wrap your mouth around it and get it sopping wet so he could enter in between your legs.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love watching you on my dick, but we have to stop before you get me going too much.”

Your head turned up at him, mascara slightly spilling under your eyes, as you opened your mouth searching for the feeling of his lips on yours, before he planted in on you he spit into your mouth, and inserted himself between the same thighs he was kissing before, slowly entering inch by inch, making you wait to feel him fully inside of you even more.

“Comfortable, baby?”

“Yes, faster please.”

“So polite, but as you said before, leave them wanting more and more. I want you to get riled up.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

His thrusting became more rapid with your soft moaning, kissing your neck in the process, riding out your high with you, you felt him begging to slow down as his teeth wrapped around your hard nipples, sucking softly at them.

“You’re so delicious, I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“Me either, but it’s only round one.”

“Do you want to do this again?”

“Eighteen has always been my lucky number, now fill me up.”

With your final words, Mingyu rode the rest of his high before finishing inside of you, placing a soft kiss on your perfectly pink lips, and dipping his head back down to your center to clean you up with his mouth.

“Want to stay?”

“Is that alright?”

“Yeah, come on. Let’s shower.”

The tall man led you into his beautiful marble bathroom and turned the water on in his shower built for two.

“I meant what I said at the bar, you know. I like being with you.”

Your long arms reached up to his hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo.

“I meant what I said too, lucky eighteen.”

“So I’m your lucky number?”

“Yes, don’t tell my mom tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her that you called me sir and the ass she gave you is indeed perfect.”

You planted a soft kiss on his lips, before pushing him back under the warm water of the shower head.

“I dare you.”

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danandfuckingjonlmao · 1 year ago

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me, waking up drenched in sweat, violently sitting up in bed and letting out a gasp: IT'S A METAPHOR FOR BEING A YOUTUBER

idk if someone already thought of this and this is also probably the most obvious reading of it but here i go anyway: i was just walking a dog and listening to potato prints and when phil said "you've come a long way daniel" i was like "huh phil is in the teaching position in all of these just like he was for youtube" like phil just gives editing pro tips the whole time and it all parallels their story as a youtube duo.

and obviously the entertainment industry is rife (not proper usage of that word but it Feels Right so fuck you) with satanic symbolism/imagery/iconography/motifs. being an entertainer is "selling your soul to the devil" etc etc and we know dan hates being a youtuber and does feel that way. you gotta upload twice a day every day in order to be the number one art channel on youtube dot com after all. you gotta make those crafts for satan. bo burnham has a ton of lyrics/songs that i'm thinking about rn like "you used to do comedy when you felt like being funny but now you're contractually obligated so dance you fucking monkeeeey DANCE MONKEY DAAAANCE" and in "repeat stuff" which is a commentary of how mainstream pop love songs and pop stars have to be really superficial and unoriginal because they need to appeal to everyone and at one point he sucks satan off lmao and is like AHFRUEHQFWIIO I AM A VESSEL IDUSHISKA 666 KAJSDFI ILLUMINATI UIGDFSAHIO FREEMASONS. highly recommend looking at the lyrics to that song if you're into that kind of thing.

also the (very rightful) dig at phannies for the "don't cry craft" spamming like "we love all of our crafty audience that spread the message of this channel on all the other videos on the internet! everywhere! everybody enjoyed that!" is how creators who want to keep status have to address their audiences no matter how annoying or harmful they're being. thinking of the ajr line "stay out of politics, stay on the fence / stay out of all of it to keep half your fans" because like,, yeah if a creator ever expresses an opinion that declares their feelings on one side of an issue then they will lose support (smosh is a perfect example of a bunch of people never ever ever expressing an opinion if it could be considered controversial among their audience, like refusing to address the genocide happening right now and just taking their zionist member who the fans are mad at out of some videos to be like "shhhhh nothing to see here we don't know what you're talking about"), ESPECIALLY if that issue is the behaviour of their audience.

obviously the first dapc video was not made with any intended meaning, they just woke up and were like "let's be weird and freak people out" and they did that, and then adding in symbolism and making it all mean something developed with time. but i'm gonna pretend that it has always had consistent meaning because i'm neurodivergent and love overanalysing silly little media.

i am so jhfbvdahfkiufadkhlj right now so if anyone has more theories or things to add lmk and thank you for coming to my ted talk

#me saying shit #dnp #dan and phil #phan #dan howell #daniel howell #amazingphil #phil lester #danisnotonfire #yeet my deet #yeet my deenp #danandphilcrafts #squareflakes #glitterfaces #potato prints #slime

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quackquackcey · 4 months ago

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“Mieszko”

regarding this reblog on the fic I just posted:

sAME OMG HARD SAME 🤝🤝🤝

One of my alltime favorite headcanons is that Derek calls Stiles by the nickname “Mieszko” so I insert that into literally all my fics I think lmao 🤌

I like to imagine through any & all AUs or canon divergences that Stiles has only ever let 1 person in his life call him by his first name, & that person was his mom. Ever since then, his first name is offlimits, stored away in the dredges of his mind that he keeps buried because it’s too painful otherwise—until Derek.

It’s an innocent question that Derek asks at some point in their relationship, “What’s your first name?”, & Stiles tells him of course, playing it casual, steadying his heartbeat from the panic that automatically accompanies it now. It feels rusty on his tongue now, & it tastes a little like blood, but the way Derek echoes him, turning the word on his tongue with wonder, somehow soothes him & squeezes his chest at the same time.

He never tells Derek about his hangups with his first name, of course. He says he prefers Stiles because it’s short, simple, feels more like him, plus he doesn’t have to explain how to pronounce it to literally everyone—all of which are also true.

Nothing really changes. Derek still calls him Stiles.

Until it does change, and randomly, reserved for quiet moments, for mundane everyday moments, Derek begins calling him “Mieszko” from time to time. When he makes Stiles coffee, when he greets Stiles in the morning, when he snuggles with Stiles in his arms and when he keeps Stiles in his bed.

Stiles’ heart races everytime. At first he thinks it’s from panic, dread—remnants of those last memories of his mom—& he doesn’t know what to do about it or what to tell Derek.

But then he realizes it’s not that.

It’s fear. It’s longing. It’s joy. All in one, like a flashing warning signal that he’s let someone get closer to him than ever, let someone inside his walls of sarcastic wit and jokes that he’s not even completely aware he put up.

Derek wakes up in the morning with bleary eyes, limbs entangled amidst Stiles’, & murmurs a sleepy “‘Morning, Mieszko,” & Stiles wants to cry.

The more Derek calls him that, the more it dawns on him. It feels intimate. It feels raw.

And despite it all, it feels…safe, & Stiles knows what that means. He’s long passed that warning signal. Before he knew it, home has become inside Derek’s arms. Home has become the way Derek calls his first name, that personal nickname that he’d never let anyone else use.

His heart never fails to skip a beat when he hears Derek murmur “Mieszko” in that rough, velvet voice of his, always soft, always tender, no matter how much time passes or how many times Derek calls him by that name. His chest squeezes and his body warms.

Sometimes he wants to cry.

Other times he wants to laugh, because perhaps the best part is that Derek has no clue about any of this, how much it means to him.

No, for Derek, calling him “Mieszko” is simply another way of his many ways of expressing his wholehearted affection, never holding anything back because despite all that Derek has suffered, he doesn’t know how to hold back, still oh-so-soft on the inside.

And Stiles loves him all the more for it.

thank you for listening to my TED talk, im not normal about this LMAO ndsnnssj

#sterek #mieszko…..its too good…….#i have a lot of feelings about this can u tell #this is the backstory no one asked for that i headcanon in every fic ever #ItS CANON TO ME #NO MATTER THE UNIVERSE #ok bye #omf writes #cey writes

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screampied · 6 months ago

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i will gladly elaborate my thoughts on cockwarming. nothing less for my queen ;>

but yeah! welcome to my ted talk! for starters, i think toji and kuna will probably be either the most impatient ones or THE MEANEST as in no gray area. they're just meant to be so mean and built to make us take their cocks how they want to :(((

i feel like suguru will tone down the teasing ykwim it's still there but like he's starting to get pussydrunk so it's not as condescending LMAO also for some reason, i feel like he'll do it as a very intimate thing that u guys only do every nce in a while OOOH WHAT IF???? COCKWARMING WHILE HE HOLDS A MEETING WITH HIS CULT??? AND YOU'RE SAT ON HIS LAP IN A PARTICULAR POSITION TO NOT GIVE ANYTHING AWAY??? HIS ROBES DON'T LOOK RUFFLED OR ANYTHING??? BUT HIS COCK IS DROOLING PRECUM AND THROBBING UP IN YO TUMMY????

toru my babyyyy, sighhhh, toru would be so cocky (yeah right) and he'd insist that he won't break first but guess who's begging u to bounce that ass on his big cock? yup, it's toru~

kentooo~ ugh kento would be just right. HE WOULD GUIDE US. TO TAKE. HIS. FAT. COCK. talking bout "that's it sweetheart. go slow so you don't hurt yourself... unless you're into that kind of thing?" JAFIAEHUFIHAEEAIFIAEFJAFJ listen honey listeeeennnnn "can you stay still on my cock while i work on some papers? i'll fuck you just how you like if you behave for me" I AM DECEASED

chosooooooo my og bby gurl~~~ poor mans would cry the moment you sink down on his cock but stay still :((( he be like, "what's going on? why aren't you moving, sweetie? am i hurting you?" NO MY LOVE UR COCK IS JUST SO THICK AND BIG AND LONG THAT I GET SPEECHLESS BC I LITERALLY FEEL YOU POKING MY THROAT UGGGHHHHHHH SIGHHHHHHH

p.s. bf saw my previous ask abt cocks so big that they hang and... we tested... some... theories....

-very very very bricked reading sesh anon<3

the descriptiveness oh u didn’t come to play 🙂‍↕️

I LOVE BIG COCKS. i need that on a shirt actually. woah cockwarming cult leader! geto while he’s holding a meeting ????? that’s so ?????? me when. sounds like a yummy fic idea icl 🌞. who do u think is the biggest packer in jjk. i’m gonna be biased n say my pookie toji BUUUUT i feel like suguru’s def up there, true form sukuna too. those two will annihilate your insides just for funsies

satoru looooves a girl who rides him good 😞😞😞 he’d cum from just the eye contact alone.

UR SORIGHT ANOUT KENTO HES SUCH A SWEETHEART. if he’s too big he’ll guide ur hips, whispering raspy praises in your ear while telling you to keep ur eyes on him :< oh ur tryna kill me. imagine riding kento while he’s taking an important phone call, n the other person on the line is like “is this a bad time mr. nanami? you sound out of breath.” i would cry

choso’s so big i js knoooow he’s packing that heat. it’s always the shy quiet ones trust☝️ it’s at least seventeen inches tall with girth and a cutesy tip color of #E3908F oooooh i need him no one understands me

#✰ミ݁ ׅ ࣪ asks.#reading sesh anon #i love how we can just #bond over big dicks #amazing 💓.#loveuloveu

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slaaverin · 7 months ago

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Last bluemoonpunch's reading

Excuse me ladies and gentleman but this here is my last day as a jikooker, I'm retiring. Can't take it anymore.

Their last reading is REALLY enlightening. I'm so mind-blown I need to share a few snippets so that the message truly sink in.

*speaking of "Temperance"

"It is quite nice though if you consider that no matter how much other people try and destroy their image, and no matter how much they limit themselves for the sake of peace, they remain a star, the remain as some kind of celestial image that you can imagine floating brightly in the sky, looking down on everything with a sense of understanding and compassion."

Jimin really is an absolute angel, just putting that here because with the amount of hate he receives on the daily I would have lost it.

Now about the relationship:

"This is quite funny because all throughout this I’ve been trying to figure out if this is a connection that is already in play on a conscious and physical level, or if I’m just picking up on the inherent soul connection. With these cards it’s like saying, “No, I’m not WAITING for this person, they’re right here! No, I’m not SNEAKING AROUND with this person, they’re right here! No, you’re not MISSING anything, it’s right here!”"

DON'T YOU SAY? IT'S RIGHT THERE? I WONDER WHAT THIS COULD BE. OH MY. crying shaking throwing up currently

"The 7 of Swords shows a person sneaking around, specifically stealing swords and doing so in a way that’s going to trip him up. If we consider the potential of Temperance also being in the entertainment industry, there may be a need to keep things quiet, but there is no desire, with the card in reverse, to go unnoticed. The swords are still held by the blade, words, confirmation are still held back, but there is no desire to hide or “sneak around.” This connection is a visible connection to both him and other people."

Did I tell you that recently Jungkook put Jimin's name on his chest? I think they really want it to be visible. And we saw it, because we have two functioning eyes.

"It’s like they were signaling or trying to slyly put themselves out there, but people refused or maybe even denied the connection in terms of their companies or management refusing a public relationship. On some level people are refusing them while accepting others and it’s very frustrating and confusing, specifically to Jungkook. It seems like, from that higher perspective, Temperance understands it, does not like it but understands it and is more compliant with the idea of needing to sneak or keep things hidden. There actually does seem to be a lot of frustration in this set now that I’m lingering on this one — “No, you’re not MISSING anything, it’s right here!”"

Well Jungkook did do a live entirely focused on Jimin basically professing his undying love for him. So it's safe to say he's not really into the "sneaking around" thing, if he could tell the world right now our man would in a heartbeat. Thank god Jimin is the level-headed one lmao

"The 10 of Pentacles is more externalized and has to do with legacy and building up wealth, status, and solid foundations for themselves and their family that can be trusted, that can not be undone or taken away. The 10 of Cups is more internalized and represents absolute bliss, absolute personal, internal happiness and satisfaction with what is there. Both of these cards imply family, marriage, and growing old together."

Until they are 50? Until the end of their lives? Family? Ok this is for me folks, I can die in fucking peace. Not that it's not something we already knew but STILL.

As jikookers we truly always win it's crazy *unhinged laugh*

Let me go back to sleep it's 5am.

It's only little snippets but I highly encourage you to go read the full reading for better understanding.

Hey, look at us, who would have thought? Not me 👀 OR MAYBE WE KNEW ALL ALONG???? Anyway good stuff

Jikook are in love.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Read here

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #tarot reading

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derangedanomaly · 1 year ago

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...So, Chaos is like my comfort character rn, and him getting mad at us... again... genuinely makes me want to cry, I can't handle getting yelled at... Like at all, and right now I'm literally shaking, if like anyone yells at me in anyway, my brain immediately says that it's my fault and I mad them mad, and to get away from them... Ha ha ha..... I think I have a problem.... But, when I get like this, I hide from the person that yelled at me, for like hours, sometimes I disassociate from the person to the point I stop responding... Completely... And then I avoid them, fearing I'll get yelled at again, and make them mad again. I won't even ask for help, I'll stay quiet and do as I'm told, without a single thought running through my head, like completely empty.

I was wondering if you could write um, some headcanons on Mare, Chaos, and the trio getting angry and yelling at us and then we just start disassociating and then when they stop yelling, we just disappear for hours only to reappear and not say a single word, but avoid them because we feel like we upset them and fear that if we get close to them they'll get angry again. And we won't even ask for things, we just hide and won't come out until our mind feels it's safe. And if they try to talk to us, at all, our mind immediately feels its no longer safe, and then we disassociate again.

You're so real for this.. I literally can't handle arguments- I don't like conflicts at all.

MASTERLIST

THE BOYS X THE READER DISAPPEARING AFTER AN ARGUMENT

NIGHTMARE:

Of course he snapped. How could he not? You keep on making excuses upon excuses, just so you can get out of doing certain chores. Nightmare just can't keep it together anymore... he's seriously too tired for this.

He was surprised when you ran up to your room, and didn't show up the whole day.

He honestly started to get a lil concerned. But his pride didn't let him check up on you

It was a shock to him when you finally came out of your room.

But even through all this... he's still the king of negativity. Of course he's gonna enjoy your negative feelings.

Honestly- won't end well. He doesn't know how to comfort someone, and he'd probably make it worse than it is actually- so.... Not the best choice 😭

CHAOS:

He didn't want to yell... He didn't mean to yell and let his emotions out... But you just suddenly started mentioning his mom...again. He truly doesn't want to think about it- he doesn't want to hear about it. Then something in him just- snapped.

You wouldn't even make it up to your room, before he grabs your hand, and looks at you with tears in his eye.

The only thing that he didn't want to happen- happened. He yelled at you.

You two immediately resolved it!

Everything went back to normal- and now you know not to mention that topic again..

Honestly, one of the best choices here lmao.

ACE:

He tries to stay away from creating conflicts...he can't stand them. He doesn't search for them- and he sure as hell doesn't want them. But hearing you spitting "facts" about his favorite tv show just made him angry..

He feels horrible after he sees you run up the stairs, a total mess.

He also- much like Chaos- won't let it sit. He'll try to immediately solve your argument!

He'd apologize really passionately! Just snuggling up to you, telling you how much he appreciates you..

BLADE:

Blade couldn't keep his cool when you fiddled with his collection of knives. He just COULDN'T. And being the idiot he is, he raised his voice....which he quickly realized was a mistake.

He was confused when you started avoiding him-

This dumbass is such a dum dum that he lets this go on for a whole week 💀

He just doesn't know what to say/do😭��🏻

He'd crack though, after he starts missing you.

Yeah...you got yourself a begging mess of Blade lmao

TED:

He doesn't yell at you

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale au #utmv #utmv au #chaos sans #chaos sans x reader #nightmare sans #nightmare sans x reader #dust sans #dust sans x reader #killer sans #killer sans x reader #horror sans #horror sans x reader

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bylrlve · 11 months ago

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Warning! Exciting Byler Spoilers for Stranger Things Season 5!

- collection of pics by @will80sbyers

There’s a scene of Mike, Will, and Holly riding bikes through downtown Hawkins - likely early in the season, as Mike is wearing the same outfit as at the school, and when he talks with El.

The events we know happen in episode 2 are Holly vanishing, and a major incident happening at the hospital where Mike is present with Nancy and likely Karen - it may be that Holly goes missing here, and Karen gets attacked by the Demogorgan. It seems likely that the rooftop scene with Mike and El also occurs in this episode, and something major occurs in the field by the station literally right after their talk. Will was spotted filming at the radio station on the roof at night, as well. The official BTS pic of Will is also of him in this outfit, and it’s of him holding a pair of Walkman headphones at the radio station so… M*leven cannot escape that boy lmao.

We know that after the major incident at the hospital occurs, an incident that causes several injuries including Mike (allegedly), Will shows up, crying and blaming himself. El does not show up, but there are strongly supported rumours that Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Vickie are also there.

Same outfit as:

It seems likely that the boys are either bringing Holly to and from school, and that those school scenes take place in episode 2 as well - Mike’s outfit is the same.

Now! Byler implications.. and boy, are they juicy. First, this post by @conflictofthemind, on the highly exciting A Wrinkle in Tine parallels, is a must-read for sure.

Will being with the Wheelers as they either go on a school run, or on some other mission, suggests that either Will is just a part and parcel of the daily routine for Mike despite not living with him, or… he IS living with him. The Byers have no set living location, remember - and while the other Byers are living at the radio station, this is a very strange arrangement if Mike is going out of his way JUST to meet up with Will. He’s also literally neighbours with Lucas, and thus could easily ride with him AND ERICA to school. There was also a picture released by Ross of the Wheeler kitchen with one extra chair at the table - Ted, Karen, Nancy, Mike, Holly, and…?

It is also not escaping my notice that it’s Will who seems to continually be with Mike - not El. Will at the hospital with him (and other couples), Will with Mike as they escort Holly around…

What I personally suspect is being set up is Mike and Will bonding over Holly going missing, or whatever exactly happens. I figured that would happen with Mike turning to Will after the fact as the only alive frame of reference for such a situation, but they’re going even further in setting it up, with Will apparently bonding with Holly and getting along well with her. Angst, bonding, ‘I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine’… and where is m*leven in all of this? Where, exactly, is El being there for Mike? Exactly.

The potential for s1 Jancy parallels here are RIPE - this time with Mike as Jonathan, and Will as Nancy (in a way). The potential, also, for showing Mike and Will in a both domestic (escorting a child around) and power couple (Mike trusting Will implicitly and without question, trusting him enough to keep Holly safe with him as they cycle through militarised and overrun Hawkins)…

One thing’s for sure… they’re following through on the many promises of Byler as a team made in s4…

I think we should be a team…

Friends.

Best friends.

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #Holly wheeler #stranger things season 5 leaks #stranger things season 5 spoilers #stranger things 5 leaks #stranger things 5 spoilers #st5 leaks #st5 spoilers #be still my beating heart

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obsessivestar · 25 days ago

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'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader

{{-This was a STRUGGLE to write because I'm gettin' sick of angst but here ya go LMAO. 2 more to go...-}}

//General Warnings: 18+ fic (MINORS DNI), Reader implied to be afab and under 5'5, She/They pronouns generally used.

//Chapter Warnings: Y'all get MAD. Yelling, arguing, thoughts of hitting Ted lmao

Word Count: 3.1k

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Chapter 23: Confrontation

"...Hi.."

I don't have words to describe how I felt opening my front door, how I feel looking at who's standing outside my home, leaning against the frame with one arm. The rain was coming down rather hard so he was pretty soaked, his black shirt looking heavy on his body. There are droplets fogging up his glasses and his usual tall hair is stuck on his forehead, appearing wet and curly instead of straight up.

Ted.

It's been nearly a month, only a month, but he looks...different. Older. Rougher, maybe. Even from where I'm standing, I can tell the last few weeks have been just as unkind to him as they've been to me.

...

No, there's no way he's been struggling. He doesn't GET to be straggling. No fucking way. HE'S the one that walked out, not just on me, but on Tanner. On the project. I don't care if it's almost been a month, I'm still pissed.

"I know you're mad.." Ted holds his free arm out as if to calm me, the rain still trickling down on his body, only ruining his clothes more. "And--And you're free to yell at me, to hit me, to call me whatever you want, but...can I come in first?"

It feels weird hearing his voice again. It's familiar, but also like a memory I can't completely comprehend. The anxious pit I'm getting in my stomach is definitely the most familiar thing here, but it's only making me angrier. Part of me wants to slam the door in his face, to leave him hanging the same way he left me hanging, the same way he left the team hanging....but I'm not him. I quietly step aside, giving him silent permission to enter my home. I hear a shaky breath escape him as he enters, like even he expected I'd deny him. I still kind of want to, but it's god awful out there and even he doesn't deserve to stand in that.

As he walks past me to remove his wet shoes, I see his Tacoma parked out front. This motherfucker. I live in Washington, did he REALLY drive all the way up here, even in this storm? Does he think this is some grand gesture that's gonna win me over, after what he did to one of my best friends? Absolutely not. He probably got high in his car so he could lie to me again. Bastard.

I close my front door, locking it before turning around to look at Ted, watching him awkwardly look around my living room. I step aside to go to the hallway closet, grabbing him a towel he can use to dry himself off. I can't get over how...different he looks. His hair no longer being tall and straight makes his head a little smaller, more defined. He's visibly aging, like he always looks a little bit tired. His scruff is shorter so it was shaved somewhat recently, and yet he seems to be growing in a thin, well maintained mustache like he said he would. It's the same face, same voice, but it almost doesn't seem like the same man.

Ted turns back to look at me, taking the towel from me with a soft, but uneasy smile. "Thanks.." Ted speaks quietly, beginning to dry his face, his hair and his glasses. It's been well over 3 minutes and I haven't said a word, I know. I'm just...I don't know what I should be feeling. Part of me wants to scream at him, to smack him in the arm, to shove him away and cry about what he did. I had just gotten over him, gotten over these harsh feelings of borderline abandonment, and now he's waltzed right back into my line of sight and my thoughts. I don't feel just anger when I look at him, and it just makes me even more frustrated.

"Nice to get to see your place..." Ted speaks again, continuing to cut through my angry silence with his own words. Even though I know he's stalling, I can also see that he's genuinely fascinated with my home, his warm eyes looking over all the art on my walls, the plants on my windows, how I have the couch angled. I can tell he's not just...looking, he's taking it all in, until his body turns more and his eyes meet mine. "It's...very you." I feel that all too familiar skip in my chest, his little smile curling up more when I don't look away from him. I don't want to look away. I wanna give him a piece of my mind.

"You're an idiot." Are the first words that come out of my mouth, like they were tugged out by that stupid smile of his. I see his smile fade almost immediately, awkwardly holding the now damp towel in his hands. I thought maybe starting with a petty insult would tone down all this built up frustration, but it doesn't. It only ignites it. "What the hell were you thinking, driving all the way up here?! You think this is gonna make anything better? Think this makes up for what you did?"

"No, I--" Ted tries to pipe up with a soft huff, his hand gently smacking the side of his thigh as he shrugs. "I'm not--"

"Forget the fact that you and I were a thing, how the FUCK could you do that to Tanner? To the whole god damn team?" I begin raising my voice, not even giving Ted a chance to speak or defend himself. I don't want to hear him defend himself. I've got weeks of these frustrations pent up and ready to go. "You can't just take up the mantle of the main lead and then abandon the project! You ruined the whole god damn thing!"

"I know, I'm not here to--"

"I don't even fucking know how Tanner's gonna finish the damn movie with how you walked out!"

"Tanner's--"

"And none of us are in any position to help him because he lives in fucking Sacramento!"

"We've--"

"I can't fucking comprehend how you could just leave everyone like that! You're the one that didn't want to have a fucking conversation!"

"Would you--"

"All I wanted was honesty, Ted, and you wouldn't even give me that for 5 fucking minutes! 5 god damn--"

"Would you SHUT THE FUCK UP and let me EXPLAIN!? For FUCKS SAKE!"

I'm silent. Completely silent. Never. Never did I ever expect to see Ted get that frustrated, to hear him get that...angry. My eyes widen and I completely shut up, a small frown on my face. Somehow I can just tell that despite the way he just exploded at me, he's not angry at me.

"I'm not fuckin' here to beg for your forgiveness, alright?" Ted snips with a small, but anxious looking glare, unable to look me in eyes. "You don't need to start callin' me fuckin' names to help me realize I fucked up. I KNOW I fucked up! I've been sitting with the fact that I fucked up for WEEKS!"

"What, is that supposed to make me feel bad?" I can't help but scoff, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "That you feel bad for doing a shitty thing? That's how guilt works, Ted."

"No--I DO feel guilty, (Y/N)! I feel guilty as hell!" Ted clasps his hands together with a loud smack, taking a small step closer to me as if to emphasize his feelings. "I've--I've been sitting with it for weeks, going through the moment over and over and over, trying to rationalize it in my head. Like....like if I found one good reason for leaving, maybe then it wouldn't be so hard to come back. I'd have a crutch, something valid to lean on in an argument, but I KNOW I have NOTHING. I didn't make a GOOD fucking CHOICE that day! Not ONE!"

As Ted continues to practically yell at me, his hands began to shake and his eyes began to tear up, giving me a pleading expression. It's like his own anger is scaring or hurting him, and he's silently begging me to quell his self-hatred. I can also tell that Ted is completely sober. He looks exhausted, but he's not under anything. This is all...genuine desperation and regret. He's being real with me. He's being honest.

"I've been feelin' fucking guilty since the very moment I got in my truck and took off." Ted calms his voice down with a shaky sigh, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets in an attempt to stop them from shaking. "Wanted to turn around immediately, but I just...I thought you didn't want to see me.."

"Bullshit.." I speak, despite feeling a little timid from his yelling. I furrow my brows at Ted, placing my hands on my hips. "You could've turned around, you could've answered our calls, you could've just fuckin' told someone where you lived. Tanner almost called the damn cops to find you!"

Ted's shaky hands remain in his pockets as his gaze trails away from me.

"I know.." He huffs, bringing his hand up to ruffle up his curly bangs.

"What do you mean you know?" I scoff, scowling up at Ted. "Have you talked to Tanner?"

"I went to him first yesterday.." Ted admits, gesturing back to my front door. "He drove up here with me. We're staying at a friend's place.."

I don't think I believe what I'm hearing, but that also doesn't sound like a lie. Ted's definitely had no qualms with lying before, but this would certainly be a ridiculous one to share while trying to prove he's changed If he went to Tanner first, that at least proves he's...trying to fix things.

"The plan was just to film something small, the two of us, but..." Ted trails off into a short pause, our eyes meeting once more. "I...I couldn't stop thinking about you, and--"

"Don't make this about us." I immedietly cut him off. "It stopped being about us the moment you started lying to my fuckin' face." A gentle growl rumbles out of my throat as I take a heated step towards Ted, my angry gaze locking with his sorrowful one. "You had the whole god damn team relying on you. You didn't just let me down. You let EVERYONE down!"

"I know!" Ted strengthens his own voice to meet mine, his brows lowering at me. "And driving down here isn't gonna fix that, wanting to see you again isn't gonna fix that. I get it."

"Then why are you here? Hmm?" I narrow my eyes up at Ted, giving a slight head tilt. "Why make the trip at all? Why show up at my god damn door?"

"Because I have to try something! I have to try!" Ted shrugs his arms out, his eyes widening slightly at me.

"I-I don't want that argument to be the end! I can't let that be the end! Not with that! Not with the project." Ted's speaking with a real sense of determination, no longer struggling to maintain eye contact with me. He's speaking from the heart. "The truth is: I was wrong. I fucked up. I lied, I refused to communicate, I refused to listen and then when I couldn't control my feelings, I walked out. I abandoned everyone because I panicked, and that was not okay. It still isn't. If that costs me this, you, then that sucks, but it's fuckin' deserved. I wasn't fair to you that last week. I wasn't fair to you at all, and I'm sorry."

That was....a genuine apology. Probably the best apology I've ever heard from anyone. It sort of stuns me for a little while, creating this uncomfortable silence between us. I even goto open my mouth to speak, but only a slight bit of air escapes me. I'm honestly not sure what to say. I may be speechless.

"As much as I wish I could go back in time and step out of the fucking truck, as much as I wish I had told you the full truth without getting you fuckin' high, I can't take it back." Ted continues, taking in a shaky breath to keep his voice from cracking. "I'm not here to beg for forgiveness, I'm not here to win you over. I'm here to do what I know I can, which is...finishing the damn movie. Together. For our friend."

He has....He has tears in his eyes. He's really pouring his heart out right now, all to me. It's oddly...fascinating to watch him struggle to keep his composure. It's beautiful, in it's own way. I never thought he could feel this deeply, this personally. He always seemed so put together with his feelings, so balanced, but...here he is, falling apart in front of me and me alone. He drove to my house at 12 in the morning, is now crying in my living room and all he wants to do is finish the project, for Tanner.

...

Just for Tanner?

"...You..." I almost struggle to find the words, beginning to anxiously fiddle with my fingers in front of my body. "...You drove all this way just to finish the movie"? I can tell that the question had thrown Ted off a little, but he still appears calm. He takes in a deep breath, breaking eye contact for a moment with a small nod. He seems to want to pick his words very carefully.

"...No..." His voice softens, his warm gaze once again meeting mine. There it is. Inside those big, hazel eyes of his is something I haven't been able to experience in weeks now, something I thought I'd never see in Ted again. Affection. "I'm just...trying to be realistic, but...no..."

Pure, deep, innocent affection. I can tell he's been thinking about me these last few weeks, a struggle we both shared. I can see the sleepless nights under his eyes, the lazy roughness of his scruff. He's been fighting his own demons, his own bad choices and regrets. I understand. When you hurt the people you care about, even unintentionally, sometimes you just...sink so deeply into your regrets, it's hard to crawl your way back up. Ted could've easily stayed radio silent, he could've moved on from all of us and he would've been fine. He'd still have his channel, he'd still have his podcast, he'd still have his friends. No one's pressured him to come back, no one's yelled at him or swayed him. He made this choice himself. He is sorry, and he wants to fix whatever he can. I...I can't be mad at that.

"...What's unrealistic?" I ask, keeping my hands curled in front of me as I gaze up at Ted. "...in regards to you...coming here to fix things?"

"...You still...being in my life.." Ted admits in a soft but low tone, keeping his hands at his sides. "Being...here.."

"Being here?.." I repeat, my smile spreading along my face a little more. I slip my own hands into my pockets, slowly approaching Ted. "Y'mean like, at my house, or?..."

"..No.." Ted speaks softly again, taking his own little bold step towards me. "No, no, I mean..." As Ted pauses, he gently presses one of his palms against his chest, taking in a small deep breath. "...here.."

Everything is starting to rush back to me. All of these deep feelings for Ted that I had pushed down as far as possible were starting to bloom again, feeling my heartbeat begin to pump harder in my chest. I can't ignore the familiar warmth that begins to spread over my body like a thin blanket, a bigger smile spreading along my lips. I thought that I was completely and utterly over him. I thought I was ready to continue on with my life as if I had never met him, but he was here. He was here, he was genuinely sorry and he wanted to fix things. He wanted to be...here.

"L-Look, I...I think it's pretty clear that I've got some shit to figure out.." Ted begins to speak again, gently rubbing his chest with his hand before resting it at his side again. "I'm impulsive, I'm...a liar, I'm insecure and I'm terrible with confrontation. I'd absolutely love for us to start again, you and I, because you're...you are fucking incredible. You're everything I've ever wanted in a partner, and then some. Those 2 weeks were some of the happiest moments of my life and--and if I've...totally and completely ruined that, I understand. We don't have to get back together, we don't even have to see each other after we finish the movie, but I'd even love to just--mmmffhh--"

I step forward to gently grab Ted's face, pulling him into a gentle, but passionate kiss. I feel him stand there, absolutely stunned, before his hands find my waist and he returns the kiss. I feel him let in this deep, emotional sigh of relief against my lips, pulling me in close by my hips for more familiarity. It feels like a bonfire's been reignited after sitting in silence, my hands pulling him in to deepen the kiss. Our lips begin to move together in perfect synchronicity, like nothing ever changed between us. It's passionate, it's intimate and it's personal. It's Us.

I'm the one to break the heated kiss just to make sure I'm not freaking Ted out and crossing any boundaries he may have been trying to set. He was just trying to tell me that he needs to figure stuff out. That could mean anything. His hands don't leave my waist and my hands remain against his cheeks, our eyes meeting once more, darker than before. Now I'm the one with the affectionate sparkle in my eyes, admiring Ted with this closeness in case it doesn't last...

...but what was I thinking? Of course it'd last.

"...Have...dinner with you, or..." I see Ted's gaze flick down to my lips, his own lips parted slightly with a quiet little breath escaping him before he'd lean in and connect our lips again with a low little moan, leaning in more to push his tongue into this sweet, passionate kiss. I open my mouth more in the kiss to allow his tongue to enter, a soft moan escaping me as my hands wander down Ted's face.

"Th-This works--" Ted mutters into the kiss before pushing back into it with a grunt, making me briefly press back against the wall by the staircase. My hands smooth along his shoulders before gripping the front of his black shirt to begin pulling him back further into my home and up the stairs.

It's been far too long without him.

There will be time for talking after...

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 (smut) || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 (smut) || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 (smut) || Chapter 15 || Chapter 16 || Chapter 17 || Chapter 18 (smut) || Chapter 19 || Chapter 20 || Chapter 21 || Chapter 22 || Chapter 23 (Here) || Chapter 24 (smut?) || Chapter 25 (final) ||

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