#and RAN to a different room to watch the vid

[charlescherie]

the way i saw the vid from rica's twt and the first thing i saw was THIS .............

[kennysboxergf]

notice in the beta squad vids niko always wear this blue bracelet. could u write something related to that? maybe reader making it for him or something

Blue Bracelet ~ Niko Omilana

I hope y’all can see the blue bracelet in this pic, I had never noticed this before but it’s so cute thx for the request 🫶🫶

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The door burst open with a bang and you heard noises from the corridor head into your apartment. You turned your head to look and saw your boyfriend standing there with his briefcase and a bag slung over his shoulder, a great big smile plastered onto his face. God, you had missed this man.

He closed the door shut with his foot and took his bag off his shoulders. You heard the thud as it landed on the floor and he ran towards you. He launched himself onto the couch where you were sitting, knocking you down. You laughed at his eagerness as he lifted himself up so he could face you. 

He bent his head down to kiss you, starting with your lips he trailed all over your face, you cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, ears, neck, it was all marked with the cold lips of the man above you. In between each kiss he would mutter out a different affection into your skin. Sometimes it was ‘i missed you’ or ‘i love you’ or ‘i’m never gonna leave again’.

You pushed at his shoulder to get him off you. Smiling in apology, he sat up against the back of the sofa giving you space to sit up as well. You placed your hand on top of where his was resting palm down on the sofa. Feeling your touch he turned it over as you interlock your fingers.

You brought your hands upwards to kiss one of his knuckles. “I missed you too” 

“No y/n, i’m serious, i’m never going to leave you again” he said, enveloping your interlocked hands in his other one. 

“It’s fine Niko, I get it, you do it for work, I don’t have a problem with it.” you assured, putting on your best understanding face to hide the confusion on where this even came from.

“I have a problem with it!” he admitted, his face looked conflicted and his eyebrows were furrowed in determination. He had dropped his free hand to throw it up in the air right now to emphasise his point.

“Niko," you replied, scooting up closer to him, “you have to travel, it's a part of the whole YouTube business contract” you say as you gesture in the air. You hear a small “i didn’t sign any contract” but continue on, “why do you have such a big problem with it, I thought you liked exploring new places?”

He nodded in answer but the concern never left his face, “I don’t like being so far from you. I wanna be able to see your face every day beside me on the bed not AJ’s” you smile and he carried on, “and I wish I could take you with me but it’s just not possible and I just feel so alone and far away-” 

You could see his explanation quickly turning into something deeper so you stop him with a call of his name. You watch as he takes a deep breath, you unlink your hands to put one on his cheek and one on his bicep. He leans into your touch and you start speaking of an idea already brewing in the back of your mind.

“Your problem is that you don’t feel connected to me when you’re away on trips right?”

You feel him nod against your hand. 

“I have something that will help with that.” you state simply before getting up and leaving him clueless on the sofa. 

He wants to follow you as you lock yourself in your room but he stops himself. He had faith in whatever you had planned and he wanted to take his mind off these things anyway. He got up and dragged his suitcase into his room and started to unpack.

30 minutes later, you emerged from your room. You glanced down once more at the bracelet you had made for him. It was made of different shades of blue string to suit his favourite colours and it was quite well made if you did say so yourself. You hoped in the back of your mind that he would like it as you called out to him.

He came out of his room having now changed into comfier home clothes. You hid the bracelet behind your back but not before he could see a glimpse of it.

He pointed at the bracelet where it hid, “what’s that?”

“You’ll see.” you replied before taking his elbow and guiding him to sit on the sofa. He followed through easily.

“Ok so,” you started explaining, “you said you weren’t going to travel because you didn’t feel close to me right?”

He nodded in confirmation, his eyebrows furrowed still but now in confusion. 

“Well I made you this” you reveal, bringing out the bracelet from behind your back and dangling it in front of him.

His eyes lock onto the accessory and his face slowly softens as you continue explaining.

“So like everytime you go away you can look at it and be reminded that I’m waiting for you when you come home” 

His eyes flick from the bracelet to you and back to the bracelet. 

“You can find it on your wrist and then you’ll know you’re never truly alone because this piece means I’m there with you” you continue while his mouth flaps like a fish but no sound comes out.

You’re a little concerned when he continues after you’ve stopped talking for 30 seconds.

You’re a lot concerned when he’s still sitting there with his mouth open and his eyes are burning inti the bracelet after a couple of minutes.

“It’s fine if you don’t like it Niko, I’ll just keep it” you say quickly and pull it back into your hand.

His eyes finally snap out of whatever trance they were in as he essentially launches himself off the sofa and wraps you into a hug.

“No no please I love it.” He says as he squeezes you tight. “I’m an idiot, I was just processing what this meant to me please put it on me” he continues.

You turn around in his arms to kiss him. He loosens his grip and holds his wrist out for you and you delicately wrap the bracelet around it. tying it a little bow.

He raises his wrist up to kiss the bracelet. You smile at him. 

“Thanks, I swear I’m never taking this off.” He says before his eyes widen and he gasps.

“You should make one for yourself too so we’re matching oh my god” he rattles off quickly in one breath.

You laugh and drag him with the wrist that had the bracelet into your room. The feel of the material on his wrist sent little butterflies right to your stomach.

“I’ll teach you how to make it so you can make me one” you say as you open the door.

You hear his gasp once more as he nods his head and the door closes on the two of you.

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as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

[fetishfairytales2]

Besties 6 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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Besties 6: Alone with Ms. Lyndsey

“Heather, seriously?” I laughed; “is Connor really cool with all of this? Cause I know he’s not, y’know…” Heather laughed in response, walking out of the nursery, back to her bedroom. "No, he’s too much of a real man to give a shit about that," she snickered, pointing to Brandon, "Brandi just has a tight little ass that could milk a big dick and Connor likes to fuck it occasionally!"

Heather went back into the bathroom to wrap things up, leaving me alone with Brandi. "Connor gets it," she called out. "Sometimes I just want him to tear into Brandi’s ass because I get off on seeing it." There was a moment of silence. "Other times, Daddy Connor just wants to show her who the real man is in this household."

"Does Brandi like it?" I couldn't help but ask even though I already knew the answer. Heather emerged from the bathroom, rocking a killer outfit with her tight trench coat and those red heels, looking like a total babe. She had the biggest grin on her face. "The real question is," she giggled, "does she even have a choice? Now, Brandi, I'm heading out. You better behave for Ms. Lyndsey, be a good girl. Don't forget, if I hear any complaints, Daddy will find out!"

She turned and gave me a wicked grin. "He'll be getting punished either way, good girl or not. But if she acts up, let me know. I'll send you all the deets and instructions. Don’t forget, her dinner's in the fridge. Oh and do me a solid, share all the pics and vids I send you tonight with Brandi. She loves seeing Mommy's naughty side during my date nights!" She hugged me and lightly tapped Brandi's butt before strutting out of the room with a smirk.

I couldn't help but smirk as I saw Brandon, the man who was once so full of himself, reduced to nothing but a pathetic little sissy in a frilly dress and diaper, forced to face the consequences of his asshole behavior. I loved that my best friend had made it all happen. She took away his power, his pleasure, his whole life. I bet she wasn't done yet either. "Oh, look how far Brandi has fallen," I taunted as I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to meet my gaze. "But don't worry, we can make you sink even further."

"You, like, have noooo idea how much shit I'm about to put you through, baby bitch," I cackled, eyeing Sissy Brandi's pathetic little frame. I pivoted, checking myself out in the mirror. This situation called for a whole different vibe. I came dressed down to Heather's place, but now it's time to bring out the big guns. I rummaged through her drawers until I found the perfect thing: a sexy black lingerie set.

Turning to Brandi, I couldn't resist poking fun at his sorry excuse for masculinity. "Heather and I have been swapping clothes and men since college," I said with a sly smile, knowing how much that would hurt his fragile ego. "All of them way better than you, of course." I held up the lingerie set and let him squirm in embarrassment. "But hey, some things never change, right?" I could practically hear him whimpering under that gag, clueless to what was happening behind him. Tossing the lingerie onto the bed, I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

I ran my perfectly manicured nails through Brandi's hair, feeling him tremble as I whispered, "Relax sweetheart, we have all night to play. No need to get too worked up just yet." A sharp slap on his ass made him squirm with anticipation as I continued my search, this time in the nightstand.

I pretended to be all innocent, asking with a sly smirk on my face, "Hm, I wonder if your mommy has any fun toys hiding in here?" I couldn't help but laugh as I found the handcuffs and the Hitachi wand, more evidence of Heather's kinky side. I turned again to Brandon with a smug look, ready to ruin his night.

"Anti-crucio!" I yelled, watching as Brandi immediately spun around to face me. My grin couldn't get any bigger as I twirled the handcuffs on my finger. "You have 12 seconds of freedom, just to hear how screwed you are, Brandi," I gloated, poking my finger into his chest.

[sphylor]

just saw a vid of a kitten walking back and forth on a piano and got to thinking

what does kitty dew do with his instrument or other instruments?? does he remember how to play it (maybe muscle memory?) or does he get all fascinated and like… amazed, when rain got the guitar out and sing for him?? and then he tries to like… pluck the strings but forget that he has claws or something…

could just be hc or a fluffy ficlet if you would be so kind to write it 😊😊

aa sorry this has been sitting in my asks for so long but i hope you like it!! ft. kitty Dew and cg Rain

(Dew does get a little scared and there are a few tears but it all works out fine in the end)

Dew tilted his head at the acoustic guitar sitting in Rain's lap. He had slipped in the ghoul den by himself and gone off to find his favourite water ghoul, following the melodic sounds coming from his room. He was sat on his bed plucking at the strings on the guitar, humming a little tune to himself. Rain stopped playing and lifted his head at the sound of the door opening. When he saw Dew standing in the doorway with his head tilted to the side and the blue mouse toy dangling from his mouth, he smiled wide and moved the guitar from his lap to make space for the fire ghoul.

"Hey, kitty. You okay?"

Dew rushed further into the room and climbed onto Rain's lap, purring and rubbing his cheek against the water ghoul's broad chest. He went to headbutt his chin but Rain pulled away slightly and reached out behind him for something.

"We can't have those pesky horns of your's skewering me." Rain said as he produced a hat with little bunny ears from behind him.

Dew chirped happily as he let Rain put it on his head, instinctively glamouring his horns away. He moved back in to gently headbutt Rain after it was secured in place and Rain graciously accepted the affection. As he was turning his head to rub his other cheek against Rain, Dew's eyes caught sight of the guitar again and he stilled. Rain peered down at the ghoul and watched his expression turn from happy and content to curious.

He reached out and ran his fingers across the strings. They made a funny noise when he did so he tried again but harder this time and the noise became louder.

Rain smiled but pinched his eyebrows together with slight concern. "Just be careful, Dew. Your claws might-"

PING

Dew jumped back and hissed as one of the strings snapped. Rain winced and the fire ghoul must have noticed as he stopped hissing and began to shrink in on himself.

"Hey, its okay. It was just an accident. I'm not upset." Rain scooped him up in his arms at the first sign of tears. He stroked the back of his head and held him close. "Its fixable. We can go restring it together later, yeah?"

Dew sniffled and nodded in Rain's arms. He peeked out of Rain's embrace and looked around. Just across from him on the other side of the room sat a stand with a couple of other different guitars sitting in it. He thought for a moment before wriggling out of Rain's hold and crossing the room to the stand. Gently, he tapped on the body of the bass guitar, looking back up at Rain.

"Meooowseyyy?"

"You want me to play a song for you?" Rain asked and Dew nodded enthusiastically. "Okay then go and get comfortable."

The smaller ghoul meowed happily and crawled over to the mountain of plushies on Rain's bed. He chose a plush bumblebee to cuddle up with as Rain set up everything.

The water ghoul pulled the guitar into his lap and began to play. It was a slow, calming song. One that was on the playlist that Mountain put on sometimes in the greenhouse. It immediately reminded Dew of butterflies, soft flower petals and napping in the warm afternoon sun. With just the bass guitar, though, it felt different and more special. He swayed back and forth as Rain continued to play the song. When the singing part came and Rain didn't start singing, Dew reached over and tapped at his mouth.

"If the kitty insists." Rain laughed and stopped playing for a moment to pat the top of Dew's head. Dew loved it when Rain sang. He had such a beautiful voice like no other. He settled back in with the bee and meowed happily as Rain began to sing.

"Its time to learn to be, more forgiving of yourself..."

[nahisummerhold]

Reality vs Technology

@daily-writing-challenge - Aug 2024 - Day 3 - Fatality

Stepping into the dojo, Dinaine owned, Nahi kicked off her shoes, stretching her toes out on the warm butter colored wooden floor, and dropped her bag. Turning to the altar next to the entryway she picked up a candle with her right arm as her left was in the splint she hid, or removed, at ToA and tipped it so the wick would light from the main display. Placing it on a shelf one removed from the Light representation she knelt and focused on the symbol. This was the closest thing to worship the performer ever did but the Lightforged trainer said that no negative energy was to be brought into her space and more than once had just looked at Nahilvi and sent her right back to the altar. It had taken her a great deal of time to learn how to actually let go of anything that traveled with her so she could just focus on the lessons. 

A bouncer at one of the rougher clubs Nahi sang at, the gorgeous (of course she was) fighter and Nahi sat after hours one night at a diner eating the staple of all bar workers, breakfast at 3 am, and over egg whites, spinach and toast the Sin’dorei had agreed to come and check out the workouts the trainer ran during the days. She was promised a good way to stay in shape, so she had expected some sort of yoga or barre class she went to when she took the time. Walking in to see the Lightforged with her arms wrapped around a Shal���dorei’s neck and the man smacking his hand against her forearm. With a nod to Nahi, Dina released the man who shook his head good naturedly, and looked at the performers feet, “Shoes off.” 

Since then Nahi was here at least once a week, in the weeks between Wings & Metal and ToA it had been almost daily even with her healing arm, or maybe because of it. There were many things that she could still practice, like her kicks against the wooden dummy or heavy bag. Being in a space where she was not allowed to carry the turmoil with her was good for her heart, and her body.

Rising she pushed open the inner doors and stopped, a fire red haired gnome ran across the room to slam into her with a hug around Nahi’s legs. “You did it! You came! You are the best!” 

Teebi was not one given to such enthusiasm normally, so Nahi patted her shoulder and looked up into Dina’s pale yellow eyes and the woman just shrugged. “I got your message,” she was going to come to the dojo anyway but she didn’t say that. In her normal way of trying to make sure people knew that they were appreciated, she would never dismiss the personal note from the inventor. 

“I did it!” Teebi released her legs and danced in a little circle hopping up and down. Looking over Nahi and frowning at the splint she considered for a moment, “It won’t matter. You are already dressed too, perfect.” 

For the last year the gnome had come to the gym for research, she said. Never taking a class herself, just taking notes and later taking pictures and vids of the different people there with their permission. Nahi had been a often used model, but try as she might she could never get the gnome to tell her what she was doing, just getting a hand wave and a ‘wait and see’.

Another few bounces and “I did it. I did it… I DID IT!” Before Teebi ran off to the space infront of Dina where a holo projector sat. “Come on silly bones!” 

Nahilvi moved along in the wake of happiness left behind the gnome, if Nahi had used one of her glitter kisses on the smaller woman she could not have sparkled more. She had been sent a black outfit with weird green lines on it with the message, it was a little weird but a confident air was all she needed to make it more of a fashion statement on the streets of Dalaran. “I am coming! Sheesh let a girl get past the door.” The tone was absolutely teasing, she loved this energy, it was like watching performers on the stage again. 

“Getttttt over here!” Teebi patted the holo machine, “You have to see it! I finished the GAME!” Teebi then dipped her head and looked up at the Lightforged who leaned casually against the wall, “Uhm, training program.”  

Another glance to Dina just got earned a noncommittal shrug. “A game?”

The gnome nodded her head excitedly not correcting Nahi. “Come on let’s get you hooked up,” she said and began bending over the machine doing come engineering magic or something. Real magic, what engineers did, Nahi didn’t truly grasp the essence of either not having a gift for either. Bending her shoulders forward with a look of ‘What the fuck?’ to the towering Lightforeged, Nahi stepped up and Teebi turned, “Ready?” “Sure?” She said with a hint of trepidation. Moving into a spot on the floor Teebi pointed at and blinking at the little woman. With a push of a button a projection of Dina appeared right before Nahi, “Watch.” The image began to do fighting moves that the fighter was skilled in, it was amazing. Stepping to the side some to check out how real it was made it flicker out. “No, no! Get back.” Nahi stepped back to the indicated place like a good little soldier, “Alright!” She held her hands up infront of her in submission. “What is it really? Do you just use this to show other people how to fight? Doesn’t seem like a game.” With all the talk of the Radiant Song and the echoes so many people were experiencing, fighting did seem like much of a game to her. Teebi put gloves on her hands, careful with her mended left, it was no longer broken but still weak and Iren didn’t want to actually take the chance of her hurting it again. so she wore the splint as prescribed by the healer. “Just.. UGH.. stop it!” Frustration filled the gnome’s voice. “Practice, training, fun, they don’t have to be separate okay? Even the old, grumpy statue thinks it is cool.” A small chuckle escaped and Dina lifted a single brow.. Man how did people do that? It was so expressive and Nahi could not do it at all. Statue, Teebi called her trainer that because she was bronze in color and stood still often as she observed her students. “Alright, I really want to see what else this cool thing can do.” “Hit it!” Teebi said and Nahi looked at her blankly. The gnome mimicked a punch, “Hit it.. You know? Like you come here to learn? HIT IT!” Looking to the image once more with a puzzled look, Nahi squared up and threw a small punch and the holo flinched. “HIT IT!!!” Teebi yelled at her louder. Shifting her stance just slightly she settled her weight into her hips and tightened her core then threw a well aimed jab. The Dina she was facing brought her hands up defensively and bounced, the holo even had the sound of hooves shifting on a wood floor, then she dipped just slightly to the side to evade the strike. “KICK IT!” 

Without a pause this time she kicked out for a lower leg, Dina strongly suggested her students try and not kick much higher so they did not leave their plant leg vulnerable, the suggestion usually coming with their leg being swept from under them to set them on ass or back. The program moved back and then countered, making Nahi scramble to block contact. It was an image so it couldn't hurt her but its form was perfect. “Whoa…” “KEEP GOING!” The gnome was beginning to sound like one of those Army trainers soldiers complained about but Nahi responded and began sparring with the holo. There was a good exchange and Nahi had began to break into a sweat, really devoting her attention to the movements. Her bare feet shifted as she closed her stance to keep her weight squared and she threw a few more punches, sending the power all the way from her back leg, muscles tightening from thigh through to her forearm fist tight but not clenched. All her attacks were countered and the draenei would go on the offensive making duck to the sides, weaving and looking for an opening to come in and catch a vulnerable liver shot. A short kick gave her room to move in again, blocking it with a short swing of her shin in a protective arc, there was no contact but the immersion was so complete she convinced herself there was weight behind it and began a string of driving movements of her knee towards fake Dina’s thighs which two of the three ‘landed’ and a robotic voice called “Break.” Her training gave way to it immediately, protecting herself through the retreat in space, not all Dina taught them was ‘gym muscle’ as she called it. If Nahi was ever in a real fight hand to hand she could at least defend herself. 

With a deep breath she rolled her shoulders to let her spine straighten from the curvature making her body smaller created. “Well done.” Dinaine said, her honeyed voice full of amusement and a hint of pride. “Really Nahi, that was one of the highest levels Teebi’s… training program… has. A few of the others could only get through the mid point.” 

“I told you she could, told you,” the gnome held her hand out and Dina placed a gold in it. 

“You bet against me?” Nahi laughed.

Dina shrugged, “It is a machine, one programmed well though, you are flesh and minds can wander or mistakes are easy to make, even for the best fighters. Your movements are becoming as ingrained to you as your dance moves are, maybe more so as you no longer have to listen to music here to find those patterns combat itself creates.” 

A frown was covered as she wiped her face with a towel Teebi threw at her. “I find music everywhere, just because others can’t hear it doesn’t mean I do not have it in me.” 

“Truth, but the music you are creating when you spar adjusts for the unexpected of opposition.” She hadn’t really realized that stubbornly clinging to a point just to defend a position that you had started to see was actually the weakest side until you argued with a woman that had lived over ten thousand years, so Nahi did not continue that tack.

“This is pretty awesome Teebi, well worth all the pictures you took of…” her eyes narrowed and she looked at the machine. “Wait…” 

Teebi grinned and made an adjustment and the holo became an image of herself but she was in one of Nahi’s more relaxed streetwear looks, patterned loose green pants, a yellow tank cut to expose her midsection, of course, rainbow splattered trainers but her head was covered in a scarf to keep her hair out of her face, something she did often in the dojo. “Holy fuck…” 

Dina spoke slowly, “Language, we guard our tongues in here.”

In her first few months here Nahi would have rolled her eyes but now too much respect and the lessons of the dojo had been instilled along with fighting discipline. “That kicks a.. Butt Teebi.”

“RIGHT????” The gnome took her hands and they bounced in a circle together this time as Nahi would not deny the little woman her celebration. “Now.. do it again! I want it to beat you.” “Pffft, as if…” it probably would but it was programmed to reality, as she now expected it was, there was always a chance. Now, Nahi knew what to expect in the game itself and she was quick to get ready, Teebie changed the image and it was Dina once more, maybe that is just what this level was? She could ask later for now she had an opponent. When she stepped up, the holo bowed to her and Nahi returned it automatically, maybe she had become as programmed as the game was, but maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. This time when they settled in and exchanged the first attempts Nahi broke out a move Dina had just recent taught her. Stepping close and dipping a shoulder to the side to keep the holo from defending infighting effectively, she kicked her feet in quick successions towards the ankles of the larger opponent. The image had to shuffle back to protect herself from being taken out by being tripped, and when her weight shifted back just enough to be off center Nahi, lowered her body more and then exploded her fist upwards directly into where the trainer’s jawline was. Stumbling back the holo did a weaving little movement and as it began to sink to its knees, the machine did not call a break this time and Nahi advanced but when the womanlike figure pitched forward the box called out… FATALITY!

[burnwater13]

Grogu woke up and looked around to see where he was. Had he gone on a midnight stroll again? Had he built an Outland TIE fighter? Had he forged his own beskar armor? Had Moff Gideon shown up at the cabin and demanded the Darksaber? Grogu could have sworn he’d heard someone saying, ‘You have something I want’ over and over again. Plus, nothing in the room looked familiar and there was an annoying buzzing sound in his ears.

Then Grogu remembered that his dad made him sleep in the Mandalorian’s room so Grogu couldn’t disappear again. Thank goodness. All he had wanted to do was sit around a campfire and tell his dad some sort of scary stories and laugh and have a good time starting up a Clan Mudhorn tradition. He didn’t want to begin the slow, slippery slide into becoming a red eyed, lightening spewing dark creature of the Sith. Nope. That was way too scary.

Grogu hopped out of the hammock his dad had put up the night before, when they had finally made it home from setting up everything for the festival at the Nevarro City civic offices. Grogu had been glad that his dad was going to keep an eye and an ear on him and make sure he didn’t just sneak out and try to send a message to Peli Motto or Fennec Shand to come to Nevarro. 

He certainly missed the two of them. Peli because she was always laughing and was alway happy to feed him. Fennec, well, Grogu had quite the crush on her. She was smart, independent, and hadn’t met a problem she couldn’t solve… except for that one time. Unfortunately, both Peli and Fennec were on Tatooine. Nevarro wasn’t all that close. He would have had to ask them to come to the festival before he and his dad had even thought up the idea. Too bad they didn’t live on Mustafar. It was much closer and didn’t seem all that different from Nevarro.

“Hey, buddy, whatcha up to?” Grogu’s dad asked.

Grogu jumped at the sound of his voice. It was all raspy and soft. Had his dad been whispering all those creepy things to him? It sounded very similar… nope. Couldn’t have been. 

Plus Din Djarin hadn’t painted all those flats. That had been Grogu. Maybe his dad was catching a cold? Grogu hoped his dad wouldn’t lose his voice before the festival. He was counting on the Mandalorian telling the creepiest stories. After all, this was based on his childhood tradition and Grogu definitely didn’t want him to miss out on that. 

Grogu held his hand out, but his dad rolled over on his bed and climbed out on the other side. Grogu thought he would try and heal his dad, just in case he was getting sick, but now he had to wait and try again later. Oh well. 

“Come on… I need some caf.” 

The Mandalorian lurched to his feet and slowly shuffled out of the bedroom. Grogu shook his head. What the heck was going on?! His dad sounded awful and looked worse, if just his shuffling, slow, energy less walk was any indication. The bounty hunter was still wearing his helmet, but he didn’t actually have his boots on and someone had taken off his vambraces and hip pads. That wasn’t normal. The Mandalorian could sleep in his full armor without complaint. 

Now, as Grogu looked around the bedroom, it was clear that his dad had just dumped the armor pieces on the ground. That was so not normal Grogu ran to his room and grabbed his datapad and went back to the Mandalorian’s room to take some vids of it. He was going to send them to IG-11-M. The Marshal needed to know that his dad was sick. Really sick.

Grogu found his dad in the front room of the cabin making himself some caf to drink and pouring some of Grogu’s flash frozen froglets into a bowl. Well, okay. Usually Grogu took care of his breakfast by himself, but if his dad wanted to help him that was fine. 

Grogu walked over to the table and took his seat and watched his dad. Then he pinched himself. Was he awake? Was he really awake? Maybe he was still asleep, because he just watched his dad pour blue milk on the flash frozen froglets and put a utensil in and take a big spoonful. His helmet was propped up on the top of his head and Grogu could tell that his dad hadn’t shaved for several days. What the heck was going on!?

“Dad, love you.” Grogu called out as loud as he could. He was more than a little bit afraid. What if the Mandalorian caught his Sith flu? He was a freaking Mandalorian Bounty Hunter! If he became a Sith, even for a few minutes, the amount of damage he could do was practically infinite! 

The Mandalorian turned and looked at him and then silently pushed his helmet back in place and left the front room. The caf was overflowing and the bowl of froglets, bobbing up and down in the blue milk, looked ghostly as the hot brown liquid pooled around them. This was awful! What was he going to do? Who could help them?

“Din Grogu, where is your father, Din Djarin? I am here to help.”

Yippee! IG-11-M must have been close by when he got those vids!

Grogu began to chirp and coo and sign to the Marshal about everything that had happened and beckoned to the countertop where the caf was now dripping onto the floor. 

“Very good. I will…”

“IG-11, what are you doing here?”

Din Djarin walked into the room and Grogu was confused. He sounded fine. His armor was all proper and shiny. He was wearing his boots. What the Dank Farrik had happened?

“Din Grogu contacted me and said you were in need of assistance. I was nearby when I received his message and came here immediately. He explained that he thought that you had some pathogen known as the Sith Flu. I am not familiar with that disease but these vids speak for themselves.”

IG-11-M displayed the vids for the Mandalorian, while Grogu watched his dad carefully. 

“Huh? Grogu, were you playing with my armor again? I remember putting the pieces on their pegs last night when I went to sleep.”

Grogu shook his head. Uh oh. Now Din Djarin was the one who couldn’t remember what he’d done. Somehow he’d contracted the Sith Flu! For real. But wait, now he seemed fine. Why? He went from eating a spoonful of froglets to sounding like his normal Mandalorian self. What the heck was going on?

“Grogu, why are your froglets over here? And next time, don’t start the caf without me.” His dad scolded him gently.

Sure, Sith dad, whatever you say…

[m94x9w1117y]

Hey wanna hear my theory and ship of Felix and hyunjin. Okay not the actual idols just the characters in the skz universe, so watch this vid. But waring all just a theory not real, don't think of the idol, think of the characters.

So now your very confused, thinking, what am I doing with my life. So I'm going to explain why he pushed him out the window, with my theory.

So hyunjin had admitted his feelings to Felix, but as he did, I.n had committed su1c1de.

(Thats another theory I have, we'll get into that in the near future, if you'd like)

Hyunjin felt trapped that someone he knew was gone, and Felix tried to help but he found it difficult to comfort Hyunjin and himself.

After a long time, Felix left the friend group, he felt awkward around Hyunjin. So he had forgotten about I.n, until he had to go to the oddinary shop.

Everyone remembered him, and he had tried to be just ordinary. Seugmin tried to greet him back with open arms, he was close to Felix as well.

When he saw I.n (his clone, but a story for another time) his whole life view was changed. He had to get out of that room and breathe.

As soon as he leaves, he sees hyunjin, he changed. Hyunjin noticed him, and Felix ran away. He's embarrassed because he didn't know how to apologize.

He runs into Lee know (and well I have a theory on Lee know. Tell me if you guys wanna hear any of these.)

Felix got into the elevator and Hyunjin talked to him, and he wanted revenge. He convinced Felix to become oddinary.

Hyunjins revenge was forcing Felix to rejoin them, and become different, so that he cannever leave again. Hyunjin pushed him out the window and falls for him, which some how makes him different, I don't know really know how.

Which displays Hyunjin falling back in love with him. So in the lonely mv Felix was scared that he couldn't help Hyunjin escape his box, (his emotional, mental state, that he created, which he sees as a reflected glass box.) and Hyunjin obviously was more scared. Scared that he'd loose Felix, which he did. Felix did leave him, and Hyunjin changed his life.

Okay that's it for today, so please let me know if you want anymore theories, or keep you updated on this theory.

Thank you so much for reading this. Hope this was interesting for you and you enjoyed this.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Missed the ran stream... anything important I should know?

🎸anon

Ok tldr

-he’s so grateful for us

-they feel like they havent done enough in the last year to deserve all the love he gets

-3 DIFFERENT PEOPLE CAME INTO THE STREAM ROOM UNPLANNED

-Gen lose is coming s**n

-^probably getting something for it in less then a week

-the gloves he used to wear were just a bit

-he really only took off the glasses cuz they couldn’t see

-maybe less streams for a little while he works on gen lose

I think that’s everything but I’d definitely go watch the vid later cuz it’s a really sweet stream

[cryingjuiceboxx]

a rottmnt turtle tot’s thought

We open on the an rainy and thunder new York evening. We move to the lair for a rare moment of quiet,  or as quiet as it can be with the turtles. Everyone has different reactions to the rain.  

 Mikey used to love going out in them. It was one the few instances where he would get to clop around in rainboots and you could hear his shifting and squeaking  as he ran back in the lair in the early hours once the storm passed. until they slowly turned to collecting dust under his bed, as he traded them for a skateboard and the streetlights seen from up on New York roof tops.

The mellow of the rain and the hum of thunder really are the best conditions for sleeping. For leo @ least. As long as its not a storm, which can be too unpredictable, the rainy days offer a lullaby. He gets the most sleep on days like these

it’s optimal work weather for Don. It puts the whole lair in a laid back mood, which leads to everyone partaking in solo activities. Which results in very few interruptions.  Which means Don has locked himself in his lair to experiment, blow up,, and rebuild with all his toys. The new York rain is often so heavy that it echos throughout the sewer so no noise complaints for him

The rain puts the whole lair in a laid back mood, which leads to everyone partaking in solo activities. Raphs  not a fan. Don't misunderstand, he likes his alone time just as much as the next. But, there is a difference when your alone but still surrounded by people and ALONE.

Which led him to sit in the living room, knees to chest and a pouted lip as he figured out how to spend his alone time. Lucky for him April's the same way. Enter stage left, April O'Neal, dripping wet and boots covered in wet New York Slush.

After getting her dry and warmer Raph and April go on to sitting together in the living room watching utube vids on the projector. The conversation flows, how is Sunita, latest comics, etc until interrupted by the shaking of thunder.

April remarks how she hates the rain, (prefers winter) and use to be scared or thunder when she was little. Raph states how he loves the rain, and he and his bros would play in it a time.

Did he ever tell April about his first memory of going up to the surface? When they meet April on the basket ball court? No, about a year before April.

Flashback. So I wanna say Rainy days in New York were always a  pleasure for the turtles tot.  Not only would there be less people outside than usual, but with the four of then covered up in there colorful rain coats and worn out 2nd hand boots, they could easily hide their identities.

With no worries about being wet really, they'd all gather on playgrounds till the early morning or whenever the rain was letting up. Or they'd walk around the neighborhood, taking in the lights, watching the cars pass instead of just hearing them rumble from down below.

Splinter would be there too of course, to keep an eye on them for some time. I think of leo and mikey tugging on his sleeves, dragging him along the sidewalk and onto to basketball court.

Splinter pushing raph on the swings, which turns into raph trying his hardest to return the favor, but no quite getting Splinter high enough.

And donnie making wet, clumpy, sandcastles. Decorated with only the finest pebbles and mulch found by our favorite pops.

Anyway, Then, whenever the rain would let up and the sun would start to rise, they'd all gather together, covered in raindrop and the occasional runny nose. Quietly heading home to a warm bed and a good rest.

  And that would be raphs first memory of going up top. I think maybe a year later that's when Splinter kinda let them go up at night more frequently with out him, then later leading to april

[naokyunnn]

I SAID I LIKE YOU

haitani rindou x gn!reader

contains: swearings, fluff, crack, modern au

in where rindou finally got the courage to tell his feelings for you— the way sanzu told him how to

inspired by minu’s confession to mia aarkrkkkr (windbreaker)

unedited.

Usually at the time like this you’re in your room doing things that could occupy you just good, but not this time— earlier, lunch time. rindou came to your table and ask you to meet him in the skating park after school because he need to discuss something with you.

To be honest it got you all nervous, because he’s so serious when he was asking— so you just agreed, feeling a bit hesitant, yes— but its rindou he has your trust.

*Earlier that day

“you’re starring at y/n too hard, they might turn into a stone if you keep on doing that” koko mocked, noticing that rindou is again not paying attention to what they’re talking about but is busy looking at you.

“shut up, im not even looking at y/n, m’lookin at the window” rin attempted to excuse— but they all know that since rin was never honest with his feelings— and thats the problem.

“thats the problem rin, you dont have the courage and you’re not that honest with the way you feel, or should i say…..you’re shy to confess or scared of rejection, there’s a lot of possibilities” izana spoke, putting his book down just to give rin a realization— but before rindou could speak— sanzu snakes his arms around rin’s shoulder “you dont need to put an effort dude, i got you, i know a way how to confess that will definitely win y/n’s heart” sanzu’s voice was a bit loud, causing all of them shushing him in unison

In honest feelings rindou want to decline the offer, because he knows this is just one if sanzu’s bullshit but he still wanted to know and it might give him an idea— so he’s all ears

“what is it” rin simply replied causing sanzu to widen his smile and sat properly beside rindou— clearing his throat like he’s really serious— “ehem- okay……first of, make a conversation, ask them how did their day go, and act like you have a big problem, take them to the cafe near and treat them and then here it goes…..mutter the words ‘i like you’ as quiet as you can and, and— make them put their thumb up like a okay sign and if y/n did, put your thumb on the opposite side and it will form a heart like this—”

Sanzu put his thumb together— in opposite sides forming a heart, and showing it to rindou’s face

“—and repeat in much stable voice, ‘I said i like you, y/n’ LIKE THAT!! AND SUCCESS!!” Sanzu, putting both of his arms in the air— while his members still looking at him, all of their mouth slightly parted. “holy shit!!! for once you said something normal and helpful haha!!” kakucho laugh out loud pointing at sanzu— while the pink haired man smiled proudly, giggling along kakucho

They’re all giggling and praising sanzu about his idea while rindou in his seat, quiet, thinking it through and ran noticed this— so he said some few words to rin

“Rindou, ill take them out of this scene, you ask y/n right now— deal? plus bell is gonna ring in 3 minutes, take the chance” the older shift his chair closer to his brothers and whispered him. Rin eyes his brother and Ran just nod in support—

Ran got up, luring the guys to go back to the classroom a bit earlier or else there’s going to be a lot of students in the hallway— ran reason not wanting to smell those people closely, the guys chucked and agree not even paying attention to rin so its a go for him.

and that’s how it goes.

now you’re here in the skating park with rindou, just exchanging updates about how both of your days go

“what happen to your cheeks by the way?” you asked, tracing the patch on his face “slip into the bathroom this morning” he replied, “you’re lying?” you mocked “yes.” he said in return causing both of you to look at each other for a sec and giggled

and for a sec rindou forgot his nervousness.

for a sec it felt right— is this the right time?? he thought.— as the laugher died down

“i like you” the wind came along with his words— you heard him but not loud enough, it made your heart jumb but its like he’s nit proud of it so you asked him again, “w-what was that rin??”

he lower his head, hair covering his eyes and only his grin being visible right now— “put you thumb up for a bit……” he demand, in which you obeyed, putting tour thumb up and showing it in front of him “okay? and……?” you stayed like that for a second— until rindou’s head rises and put his thumb together with yours, forming a heart

“y/n, i said i like you” he’s now looking at your eyes, in deep admiration, and slowly— he intertwined his hands with yours, while you’re still speechless but rindou felt it too— he knew that like him too.

“w-wow…..i- Rin, i like you too, but that is like the cutest way to confess oh my god— you have all my heart for that” you hid your burning face by lowering your head and rindou chuckled to that— thinking of how cute you’re right now, and is also mentally thanking sanzu right now.

“so…..can i take you out this weekend?” he asked, now holding both of your hands, swaying it left and right playfully as you giggled “yes, of course rin-” you sentence were cut off when a sudden flash coming from your side flashed

“sanzu your flash is on dude, what the fuck” someone behind the bushes said— until different voices joined in

Rindou cursing under his breath and stood up, going for the people behind the bushes “you punks how long are you guys watching?!!” rin shouts causing the guys to break apart and run for their life— realizing those guys are his friends

“chase them rin!!!” you pointed at sanzu specifically as rindou did— chasing all of them together while you just watch them playing like kids— made you smile.

the fun died down, and they all parted ways and only ran stayed— wanting to go home with rin but rin insisted to walk you home first and which ran agreed but let both of you walk fist while he’s a bit far behind.

then you safely arrived home, waving goodbye to them “lets do this again next time rin!! but next time lets talk okay?” you waved an he just nod, smiling to you as you entered your home.

“ah shit i forgot to ask y/n’s number!”

“oh, by the way sanzu got a vid of you doing his cheesy advice, not gnna like it looks cute”

“THATS NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW, RAN”

[rekaspbrak]

look, I love Loki and Mobius but saying that Loki and Sylvie were portrayed as having a strictly platonic/sibling-like dynamic in episode 3 and that they did a whole 180 with romance in episode 4 is just...not it

the moment I first watched that episode I raised eyebrows at certain scenes because the way they were framed, shot, it was very suggestive and pointed towards marvel exploring their dynamic in a different way.

this happened exactly 5 minutes into the episode 3, after Loki ran after her. before this scene, Sylvie checked him out and then slowly leaned into his personal space, put her hands around his neck (which we know she didn’t have to bc she can enchant without literally breathing into someone’s mouth), all while both of them were panting. the way this was framed, the soft background light illuminating the room, their silhouettes forming a heart...all this made me go “wait a moment” upon first watching it, because this is not how you want to portray a sibling-like dynamic. this had very obvious romantic undertones

like, we all adore the famous lokius tie-fixing scene, right? so saying that that scene was filled with romantic/sexual tension, but this one with Sylvie enchanting Loki is just ‘classic sibling behaviour, no tension or chemistry whatsoever here’ is kinda hypocritical and that’s a lot coming from someone who favors lokius.

and even later on, they talked about love, love is hate, love is mischief, they dropped the subject but Loki, unprovoked brought it up again.

which not only was a huge foreshadowing but also a hint that this convo about love would have some deeper meaning later on in season. and it did. why would two characters who were set to have sibling type of dynamic insist on talking about romantic love (yes, it was romantic because their love convo started because of that old woman), if marvel didn’t have certain other plans for them?

I don’t think I even have to bring up the serenading scene because that one moment was sus from the start as well. I know people try to pass it off as a platonic/sibling moment because Loki tried to remind Sylvie of home yada yada, but if it was intended to be platonic, why did they have Tom (a class A actor who knows full well how to emote) as Loki stare at Sylvie with completely besotted look in his eyes.

there were some scenes that were more subtle like “you’re my way.”, the fireworks between them, Loki saying “love is a dagger” to Sylvie and then a few moments later using that very same dagger to throw it at her to save her, the way certain scenes were framed etc, but some of these scenes were straight up loud. even in the interview after this episode came out, Michael Waldron said that this was intentionally filmed as the most romantic episode of the season, and it was based off Before Sunrise (two people meeting and getting to know each other, spending the night together, talking and exploring the city, falling in love in a couple of hours)

like, close your eyes for a moment and imagine Loki saying “you’re my way” to Mobius, or Mobius trying to enchant him the way Sylvie did, Loki and Mobius discussing love the way he did with Sylvie, Loki serenading a song to Mobius instead of Sylvie...

we’d be having a blast right? we’d definitely view those scenes very differently then. and that’s the trick, because our favouritism of a certain ship sometimes clouds our deduction of what’s truly happening on screen. 

why do you think there were so many “don’t ship these two!” posts after episode 3 came out? because people noticed this developing chemistry. You can look up reaction vids on youtube, or even actual reviews or articles that came after this episode came out. “are they falling in love?” “is this headed towards romance?” “wow, flirty Loki” were some of the most spoken words.

so saying “everyone saw them as siblings” is simply not true. it was there, very, very openly so, when even those who were objectively watching the show without any shipping goggles on noticed that. 

same goes for those who say “yeah but Sylvie and Loki were just bickering and fighting all the time so that must mean they had a sibling like dynamic.”

ummm, sorry to break it to you, but two people meeting each other, starting off as enemies (?), fighting/bickering but ultimately falling in love is one of the most common tropes. 

and let’s not pretend there aren’t other mcu canon couples who started off pretty similar.

Tony and Pepper bickered all the time. Are they siblings too?

Gamora and Peter bickered/fought but ultimately fell in love. Are they siblings too?

point is that no, Loki and Sylvie were never portrayed as having sibling like dynamic, and no matter what you ship,be it lokius, lokixravonna, lokixcasey etc, you can admit that (trust me, it will feel good, therapeutic almost), and it still doesn’t invalidate your chosen ship. like, take off your shipping goggles, do a rewatch and try to not let your favouritism of a certain other ship cloud what’s in front of you.

saying the romance came out of nowhere, that they had no chemistry, not even the slightest hint of it is just deluding yourselves at this point and let’s not do that. with second season coming in two years there’s a huge chance we’ll be doing plenty of clowning later on.

[does-whatever]

Art Project

Pairing: Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson 

Length: One-shot

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34406677

Based on this vid: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDGl7PXDrps

Kurt and Blaine sat down at one of the chairs in Mrs. Parker’s class, Tracy’s first grade teacher. They have been invited in one of the PTA meetings that the school held and they have decided before they got married that if they are both available, any event in their kid’s life they needed to be present and this meeting falls under the same thing.

As they settled in their chairs, they saw other parents come in. They even saw a very pregnant Rachel being assisted by Finn. They both waved at their family and quickly saved them a seat. Rachel quickly claimed the seat beside Kurt and Finn greeted his two brothers

“Hey dudes”

“Hi Finn” Blaine greeted his brother in law and waved towards Rachel

“Stop calling us dudes, Finn”  Kurt replied, as he rolled his eyes

A few minutes later, they also saw Tina make her way through the room, and as Mrs. Parker entered and as she started to close the door, they heard a man running and was not surprised to see Sam walk in all sweaty and clearly was in a rush to join the meeting.

“Sorry! My sitter ran late and Mercy is still at the studio.”

“No worries, Mr. Evans.” the teacher replied as she allowed him to sit down on one of the chairs. “Now I think we’re all settled so let’s start this meeting.”

The meeting is mostly about the teacher telling the different activities and homework she makes the kids do. She also informed the parents that there is a bake sale happening in the next month and would appreciate it if every parent donated pastries that they could sell or help in the construction of the booth, or even volunteer to sell on the day of. Proceeds from the bake sale will be donated to the homeless shelter that the school supports.

The meeting was about to end when Sam raised his hand.

“Teacher, I have a question.”

“Sure Mr. Evans”

“This week there was a video assignment for them in their art class. I was wondering if that will be a usual thing? My wife got really angry when Andy made a mess at home.” Sam replied, obviously amused by the whole thing.

“We are actually planning on doing more home video assignments for the kids. It helps them gain confidence in speaking, and it also breaks them from the usual monotonous task of answering homework pamphlets.” Mrs. Parker smiled, “but I can assure you Mr. Evans we are done with video assignments in Art class. We will be focusing on other subjects from now on.”

As other parents raised their hands to ask a question, Kurt leaned towards his husband “Did you know any video assignments that Tracy made?”

Blaine shrugs his shoulders, a sign of having also no clue. “Maybe she did it on her own in her room? I didn’t notice anything.”

Kurt sighed and smiled, “Oh our little girl is getting more independent as the day passes.”

“Yeah, I’m proud of her.” Blaine smiled back at his husband

“I just hope that is the case and not because she did not do the assignment.”

“I’m sure she did it. You know how our daughter loves sc-” Blaine suddenly stopped as he remembered something. Kurt was surprised by his husband andt turned to him

“Hon? Are you okay?” surprised by the sudden change in his husband.

Blaine didn’t reply and just held on Kurt’s hand “Kurt, I think Tracy did the assignment.”

“Yeah, we kind of established that-”

“No, I mean, I know she did the assignment.”

“How? I thought you didn’t notice anything.”

“I didn’t notice because I didn’t know! I thought that she was just filming a video for herself and practicing to be a vlogger.” Blaine explained

“Blaine…. What did you do?”

“I didn’t know, okay? I thought she was just playing.”

“Okay honey you’re getting me worried. What did you do?”

“I was… dancing and singing in the background…” he mumbled and the tips of his ears were turning red

Kurt stopped and tried to stop his laughter, and Blaine was already beaten red in the face “I have to see this video.”

“Oh god, I’m so embarrassed. Her teacher probably has seen it.”

The meeting ended without any problem, as the parents leave Kurt quickly stood up and approached Mrs. Parker

“Hi! I’m Kurt Hummel-Anderson, I’m one of Tracy’s dads.” he greeted the teacher and reached out his hand

“Hi Mr. Hummel-Anderson, how can I help you? I can assure you that Tracy is such a lovely child. She’s active in class and always helpful to the other kids.”

“I’m so happy to hear that Mrs. Parker. Actually, I was hoping to see Tracy’s art video assignment. I wasn’t at home during that time and I just want to see how well she’s doing facing the camera and her confidence level.”

Mrs. Parker  smiled and amusement evident in her eyes, she quickly understood what he was trying to do

“Oh I can assure you that Tracy has no problem with facing the camera. I think confidence definitely runs in the family.”

Kurt smiled and saw his husband approach them as he finished helping Rachel stand up. The teacher opened her laptop and turned it towards Kurt

Sam, Tina, Rachel and Finn stayed who behind to catch up with their friends started to approach Kurt as they hear a video playing, Blaine quickly ran up to his husband and said

“No no no, we don’t have to see that Kurt.”

“Oh honey, I’m just checking up on Tracy” clearly holding back his laughter.

As the video starts, they hear Tracy's voice and the first tunes of uptown funk playing in the background. As Tracy is introducing the supplies she will be using, Blaine can be seen behind her starting to dance. As the song progressed, Blaine started to do different dance moves. In the middle, he was joined by their two other sons Alex and Daniel. By the end of the video, Blaine, Alex and Daniel, are actively dancing in the background prompting Tracy to say “What is wrong with this family? I’m just trying to arts.” but she was clearly amused.

The video ended with the kids laughing at their silly father.

Once the video ends, Blaine is hiding his face in his husband's shoulder. Their friends are also greatly amused by Blaine.

“Wow, that’s so precious. Do you mind if you send me a copy of that?” Kurt said as he finished laughing

“Sure thing, Mr. Hummel-Anderson. It was nice seeing how happy your family is.”

“Well, you gotta give credit to my husband. Those moves were fantastic. Right honey?” Kurt turned to asked the still hiding Blaine

“Shudup” Blaine mumbled, face is still hidden on Kurt’s shoulders

“Okay, we have to go,  guys. Thank you Mrs. Parker. I’ll be looking forward to that video.”

“Come on, Papa We can dance some more once we get home.” Kurt said, pulling a still red but smiley Blaine

[binniesthighs]

hello stranger | reader x changbin |

this drabble was inspired by binnie’s outfit from the hello stranger vid and oh also! we are finally getting changbin’s thighs on this acct dedicated to them teehee

Part 1

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, past reader x han jisung  

Genre: smut n’ a lil fluff 

Tags: (for this part) softdom!changbin, sub!reader, undergroundrapper!changbin, chan, felix and jisung side characters, hook-up, scraping knees & mentions of blood, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), gagging, protected sex, praise kink, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial and edging (f receiving), begging, fingering (f receiving), squirting, use of handcuffs, cockwarming at the end

Word count: 4.9k 

Chapters

PART 1 | PART 2 

gif creds to @iconicspearb​ ♡

2am, and you felt euphoric. Like a fucking cloud. Even though it was typical, there really were no other words that could describe it. Music was blasting on several speaks mounted to the walls and the ceiling. The bass was booming at such a low frequency you felt it reverberating in your chest--or maybe that was your heart. 

You had been shoved up against sweaty bodies for nearly four hours now, and your friends Chan and Felix hadn’t told you if they planned on leaving at any time soon. Not like you minded. Nothing felt better than a feeling like this. In a place like this, you could forget the rest of the world for a little bit; who you were and what you needed to do. The buzz in the room was infectious. Everyone in the room threw their bodies together, clashing in one big, beautiful mess. 

After four hours, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. Next to you, Chan and Felix were bouncing up and down with you, thrashing their heads to the rapid fire syllables spat by the rappers. Your ears would ring during every tiny moment of silence.  

“How much longer do you wanna stay for?!” Your scratched voice called to your friends. 

“SpearB hasn’t come on yet!! We have to see him!” 

“SpearB?!” 

The widest grin attacked Chan’s face, flashing his dimples. “Yeah! I heard that he’s insane!” 

Felix threw his arm over your shoulder to dance with him and the two of you fell into a rhythm, shouting over the lyrics of the rapper on stage: you had seen him dozens of times, Chan and him were even on a first name basis. 

You new his name too, but that was because you had plenty experience screaming it out for him...both at concerts and in private. Jisung was his name. He was the one that turned you on to fuck buddies. God, he was way too cocky for you to ever to consider anything else. 

He dished out out of his signature winks while he buried his teeth into his lip. 

You wondered if you would be going home with him again tonight. Not like you minded. The way that he would suck on your clit was unreal. 

“--THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT!” Jisung bellowed into the mic, leaping off some structure and launching himself into the air. 

You and your two friends cheered for him and clapped for him until your hands turned red. He was cocky...but he was sure as hell talented. 

“SpearB is coming next!!!” Felix shook your shoulders in his excitement. 

A couple stage hands changed around the stage a little bit by moving around a couple speakers, adding a smoke machine, setting out a new computer at the little table in center stage. 

“He-he’s gonna LIVE MIX ON THE STAGE” Chan’s eyes widened.

“He’s gonna what!?” There was almost nothing left of your voice. 

“JUST WAIT AND SEE.” 

The lights dimmed and Felix and Chan clung to your arms, nearly squeezing the life out of them.

If he was this of a big deal to them, he must be something special. 

He stepped out a black shadow, swirls of smoke at his feet. He hadn’t even said anything yet, but his aura was massive. The lights rose slightly so you could see his face better: smoky brown eyes, light brown hair that was nearly silver. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck, contrasting with the rest of his darkly colored clothes. Most of all, your eyes were drawn to his thighs, perfectly shaped and curved under his pants, toned and thick. On his fingers he wore bands of sliver rings. 

As soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, Chan and Felix lost their minds clawing at your arms. You had never seen the two of them so giddy. 

He didn’t even look at the audience at first, like they weren’t even there. With the tap of his fingers he started making a beat; it was piercing and catchy with snares and 808′s vibrating the room. He had a small keyboard next to him that he used, the silver glimmer from his rings reflected off the stage lights--they were nearly blinding. 

The crowd started moving to his beat which he sped up gradually creating a type of tension that you could only really describe like the mere seconds before a climax. 

He rose the mic to his mouth after licking his lips tantalizingly slow. He finally let himself look at the crowd. With the mic to his mouth, his eyes met yours, striking you with electricity. Even though his backing music was ridiculously fast, he sauntered to the front of the stage, not breaking with your gaze. This time you definitely knew it was your heart that was throbbing in your chest—not the music.

Chan and Felix were clawing onto you even harder, but you couldn’t feel a thing. 

He was fucking mesmerizing. 

He hadn’t even said a word. 

He crouched down to be eye level with you with his gaze still deathly fierce. Every single inch of him oozed with confidence and unbridled mystery. 

Almost like he was teasing you, he shot up and away, turning into his mic, his gruff voice growling over the start of his lyrics. 

He never looked at you again for the rest of the performance. You found yourself aching for his eyes on your body again, but he never gave it to you. 

No one had ever made you as soaked as he made you. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Aren’t you glad that we stayed, Y/n?” Chan nudged you hard once the three of you had left the club. 

The chill of the winter stung at the back of your sweaty neck wonderfully. It felt amazing compared to how stuffy it had been in there for the past several hours. 

“--how he looked at you?? Y/n, that was...” Felix laughed out a little in disbelief. 

You dig your hands further into your coat pockets. Just above you, tiny flakes of snow started to fall. You huffed out, your breath was wispy floating in the air. You were still getting over it all. How could he have looked at you like that and then pretended that you didn’t even exist? What kind of sick shit was that? 

Chan ran in front of you to skid on a patch of ice with child-like giggles. 

“You okay?” Felix asked, linking his arm through yours. He was always the best at reading you. 

“--yeah, it was just strange. There was something about him that...” 

“--I mean, he’s really hot. I’ll give him that.” 

You chuckled a little. “You think so too?” 

“I’d be blind if I didn’t think so.” 

“I don’t even know him...but why did he look at me like that...like he did?” 

“I dunno.” Felix shrugged. “We should catch up with Chan before he actually slips.” 

“Heh, you’re probably right.” 

“You just gonna head back home? It’s really late.” 

“Yeah, I’m super tired after all of that.” 

“Want one of us to walk you home?” 

You pondered for a minute, eyes cast up a little to the sky. The night had turned perfectly quiet during the early hours of the morning. Maybe a walk by yourself could do you some good. 

“I’m fine. Thanks for offering though.” 

“Text us when you get back?” Your friend gave your arm a little squeeze with a little worry dancing across his freckled cheeks. 

“Of course.” 

“Okay...don’t forget!” 

“I won’t!” You waved your friends away just as you reached the intersection separating your path from theirs. 

You sucked in a deep inhale, letting the cold air burn a little in your lungs. The sensation snapped you out of your yawn perfectly. It was just a few more blocks away and you knew the way well. Two rights, one left, two straight ahead. 

A blur started to cover your eyes and one more yawn escaped your lips. 

Or was it one right and two lefts? 

The street lights blurred into green and white lines. 

I should be there shouldn’t I? 

Behind you the horn honked, loud and shrill. 

You thought to yourself, what is someone doing honking so loud at night? 

“Watch out!!” A hand grabbed at your arm and jerked you back hard. 

You were definitely awake when your body crashed to the cement sidewalk knees first. A burning pain seethed at the skin of your knees. 

“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull that hard--” 

At first you saw your scraped knees, then you saw him...finally looking at you again. 

“What the hell are you doing walking into the middle of the street, didn’t you see the light?” 

“Are you fucking stalking me?” Was the first thing your brilliant brain could think to ask. 

He scoffed. “You’re welcome for saving your life? You were stumbling around... are you okay? Did you take something?” 

Before you knew it you were surrounded by him and his friends: inspecting you for any signs. 

“No, I am not on anything.” You hissed. “I just...I think that I’m tired an--wait...where are we?” 

“That tired huh?” He helped you to your feet, making you wince. “Shit, you’re bleeding.” His hand lingered on yours. 

“Oh. Yeah, it’s fine. Honestly it’s my own fault.” Your tone dropped. “I should have had one of them walk me home.” 

“--You need someone to walk you home?” 

“No, I got it, thanks. I’m just over that way.” You took two shaky steps forward, your knees immediately buckling in pain. 

“No-listen, my place is over there, I can help you get cleaned up--you’re not gonna find any taxis back to your place at this time of night.” 

“Are you luring me right now?” 

“What?! No!” 

You chuckled a little. It was a bit funny how different he was off stage compared to on. You almost forgot how embarrassingly soaked he had made you before. 

“Trust me.” He nodded to his friends and they split, leaving the two of you alone under the flurrying snow. “You coming?” 

You tentatively took his hand. Funny. This was kind of how it started with Jisung too. All of them were the fucking same. You pitied yourself for thinking that he would be any different. 

╚ —————��————————— ╝

Changbin, as he introduced himself, lived in a modest apartment with three roommates in a place with creaky floorboards and walls of painted over brick. He swore up and down that there was heating in there, but it didn’t feel like it. He kept very few things in his room save for some things that looked like synthesizers and a TV. The two of you had to tip-toe to his room. He warned you that nothing could be kept secret in that apartment. 

“Here, you should clean it first to get anything out of it. Then put this on it, you don’t wanna get infected or anything.” 

“oh. Thank you--” You reached out, but instead he knelt at the edge of the bed at your knees. He tore the whole in your tights even wider to start dabbing at your scratches. 

“Hey! What the--” 

“--They’re already torn. What’s the use in them now?” 

He got to work, being as careful as he could tending to you. His hands gently held your leg still. You watched as he did everything. Being this close again, you remembered. Those little silvery and wavy trellises of his hair...he really was gorgeous. 

Changbin’s hand smoothed down your calf once he was done, tickling you slightly. 

“All done. Better?” 

“Yeah...thank you.” You shied away. After seeing this other side of him you didn’t quite know what to think. 

“I’d love for you to stay but, seeing as you thought that I was luring you before--” 

“--Have I met you before?” 

“Me?” Changbin unclipped his earrings. “I don’t think so. But...that’s interesting. I was thinking the same thing earlier. There’s something about you that I recognize.” 

“--That’s why you looked at me like that?” 

“I looked at you like that, because I thought that you looked sexy.” 

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks. There was something especially hard to ignore about how gentle he had been with you before and how his eyes seemed to devour you now recalling the memory. It was...different. Maybe he wasn’t like all the rest of them. 

“I guess you must not think I still am if you’re trying to send me home.” You edged him on. It was undeniable how good it felt to have him give you his undivided attention. 

“I’m sending you home because it’s the respectful thing to do.” 

“That’s honorable.” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You want me to continue being respectful?” 

“Do you want to be?” 

Changbin paced the length of his room, cradling his neck up. “Stop playing fucking games and tell me what it is you want.” 

You thought that him performing was enough to send you over. Seeing him mad was something entirely different. You knew exactly what you wanted; what your body wanted.  

You narrowed your eyes. “Obviously. I want you.” 

You saw it in his eyes first. It was like the first spark of a flame right before he was set ablaze. All you had to do was say it. 

He tore his jacket off and launched himself on top of you, crashing his lips needily into yours. His mouth was addictive, perfectly soft, but running over yours roughly over and over. He kissed you, starving, breathing exhales into your mouth. He wasted no time meeting his tongue with yours, twisting around it slowly, forcing you to slow your pace. He gave you everything at once, then slowly started taking it away again. Changbin sucked on your bottom lip slightly, then pulled. He returned, kissing you again agonizingly slow. He let his hands cascade down your sides, sliding them up your shirt. Further down, he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing in and issuing a little whimper from you. 

“I like to take things slowly...I hope you don’t mind.” He kissed down your jaw to your neck, taking care of the skin he craved here. He pressed harder with his leg. 

You cried out before grinding your hips into his thigh hopelessly seeking some kind of pleasure. When you did so, the friction of your clit was just enough. 

“So fucking needy.” His warm breath spilled into your ear. “You just can’t wait to have me, can you? Can’t wait to have me filling you up, fucking you deep inside, stretching you out...just like you want to?” He painted more kisses into your neck. “You’re not getting it yet. Not until I say so.” 

“Please...” You felt pathetic grinding on him so hard, but you couldn’t stop, not when it felt so good. 

“Awww.” He tutted. “Feels good doesn’t it?” 

“Mmmm...” You dug your fingers into his arms to pull yourself even closer to him.

He scoffed out a laugh and moved himself off of you. “Quit doing my job for me.” He smirked, then reached down to your legs where he coursed his hands up your inner thighs right where you were most delicate. His fingers reached your throbbing and drenched pussy properly wet through your panties from grinding on him. He ghosted over your clit, letting his fingers fall up and down just slightly, never giving you the satisfaction. Your whole body jerked just for him. Wordlessly, he tore a hole again with one continuous rip. 

“fuck. You’re so wet for me.” He wondered at your body. There he was, looking at you as he had done before. His thumb permitted you a couple soft circles to your clit as you helplessly grinded into his hand. His hands looked beautiful teasing your pussy with his silver rings.

“I’ve got something special I wanna use on you.” Changbin rubbed down harder with one hand and drew a pair of shiny metal handcuffs from his beside with the other. “Pretty right?” He twisted them around.

Seeing them instantly made your whole core cry out in desire for him even more. 

“Can I?”

You nodded quickly and even provided for him your wrists. As expected they bit with a cold, but how they made you feel...so helpless and usable was euphoric. Changbin rose your arms above your head, then removed the remains of your tights, skirt and underwear. By contrast, he was still completely clothed, but you could see his dick, hard and swelling with girth, pressing up against his pants. 

His hands explored all over your legs while you squirmed. The touch of his skin on yours was hypnotic. You had already felt his fingers, so you figured he wouldn’t let you feel them again soon. He drew little scribbles into your skin, sometimes pressing hard, grabbing at you in greedy handfuls. 

“You’re so gorgeous Y/n, so pretty for me, so pretty tied up and squirming. You’re such a good girl...I’m gonna make you cum harder than you can even imagine.”

Your little whimpers came out along with a string of explicatives while he teased at you relentlessly, still not going to touch your clit again. Your hands trashed together a little in the cuffs, the cold digging into you. You couldn’t do anything about it. Your hips writhed when his fingers traced up to your belly, then up to your nipples to pinch at them until they were painfully hard. Your whole body craved him so badly everywhere. 

“fuck--please stop, please--” you panted out, “touch me.” 

Back down again went his hands, and you watched as he devilishly smiled at his work. “I said, not until I say so.” Suddenly his fingers slid right into your pussy with ease. He had tricked you. You nearly screamed at the feeling if he had not slapped his hand over your mouth. “be fucking quiet.”

Changbin pumped in and out at his favored slow pace, curling his fingers up perfectly to rub at your g-spot. Your hands were still useless, so you bit down hard on your lip to keep your moans from escaping. 

“You like it this way don’t you? You’re taking my fingers so good, beautiful. Keep being a good girl and I’ll let you cum okay?”

“Mmm-yes, please.” Your words were breathy.

He moved on to fucking you with his fingers relentlessly. He would switch between pumping you full to then pulling out and robbing you of all feeling. As soon as he could sense your walls tightening, he would pull out, eyes greedily watching as you would fall apart from his edging. 

Your body betrayed you while you were being cruelly teased and your mind went blank as he brought you back and fourth each time. A tension deep down inside you built every time he would curl his fingers--any moment you knew that you could explode if he could only just let you. You even considered letting your hands fall to rub your needy clit yourself, but you had more than enough of punishing. 

“You’re doing so well.” Changbin soothed you at last. “Do you wanna cum for me?” 

“Yes.” You sighed out with utter exhaustion. 

“Alright. You deserve it.” He kissed into the skin right under your bellybutton where your shirt had tucked up a little. 

Finally he rammed his thumb against your clit to give it simulation as he continued fucking into you with his fingers, giving careful attention to your sensitive bud as he wiggled his fingers with speed. The metal on his fingers grazed you too inside, and you felt yourself tightening around him once again. That same tension gathered low and it was so intense and unfamiliar that it scared you. Your back arched as you felt it getting closer..closer...

You cried out, “Changbin, I--” 

“Just let it all go, babygirl.” He spread out your legs farther. 

You came with such ferocity that you felt lightheaded: you squirted hard with your release. It took every ounce of your will not to make a sound, only letting shallow gasps escape. Changbin removed his fingers as you came, rubbing your clit as you did, giving it a couple slaps where it was swollen. Tears fell down the sides of your face as your whole body shook with each release and your hips buckled together. 

Changbin laughed out in awe at the shaking mess in front of him. You felt your whole body flush with heat, and you couldn’t bear to look at him--you had never done anything like that before in your whole life. In fact you didn’t really know what it was. You hid your flustered face under your arms. 

“Fuck, that was so fucking hot.” You heard him chuckle. “Why are you hiding? Hey, come back--” 

He jingled with the keys and let your wrists free, which were also throbbing with a bit of pain. He kissed both of them one after the other. 

“Are you okay?” 

You let yourself look at him and you noticed that his shirt was splattered wet from droplets of your liquids. 

“Fuck--I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was--” 

He laughed softly then crawled over you again. His hands ran up and down your body still in aftershocks. “You don’t have to apologize.” He pressed his lips into yours. “I’m guessing that was your first time squirting, huh?” 

“I-I think so.” 

“Did it feel good?” 

“It felt...so good.” 

“I fulfilled my promise then didn’t I?” He caressed the sides of your face to give you even more careful kisses; they weren’t needy anymore, but this time more caring and passionate. Hell, he didn’t even know you but he kissed you like he loved you. 

“You want me to do you now?” 

“Not yet, you’re still coming down, I don’t wanna ruin this for you.” 

“ ‘Kay.” This time you were the one to lean in to keep kissing him. His lips curled into a smile against yours. 

Changbin unbuttoned your cropped shirt, then took off his all of his clothes after. He laid down next to you, both of you completely bare and the warmth of his mouth found yours once again. Maybe it was just because you had just cum because of him, but the sense of closeness that you felt to him made you feel impossibly safe. You could have kissed him like this forever. 

“You’re perfect.” He whispered onto your lips between kisses. 

You slung one of your legs over his hips and his member twitched on your stomach. You had come down enough. 

“My turn now?” 

“I wouldn’t object to that.” He grinned. 

The bed sheets crinkled a little as you descended farther down the bed and he sat his back against the wall. You got your first proper chance to look at his full length: veiny and perfectly thick, dripping just a little with pre-cum. You could only imagine what it would feel like inside you. Changbin’s eyes followed as you wrapped your hand around him and teased the tip with your pointer finger. You licked fat strokes up and down the sides, feeling him hardening even more. The saliva gathered in your mouth seeing the head grow redder and redder. His chest shook with a broken sigh. You gave him one teasing squeeze that made him wince beautifully. 

“Keep going.” He commanded, raking his fingers through your hair and gripping there. 

“I don't need you to tell me that.” You hushed and flicked the tip of your tongue over his tip. 

After he got to do all of his teasing, how come you didn’t get to do some too? 

“Don’t make me make you.” He growled. 

“Ooo scary.” 

Your hand began to pump him and he relaxed, exhaling out with the trailing of his voice hiding his soft moans. Your free hand dug into the skin of his thigh, letting the sharp of your nails pepper little pink crescents. They were so perfect, you rewarded them with kisses and little bites while your hand kept pumping. Changbin’s fingers dug into your scalp needily. 

He hissed out, “Give me your mouth.” 

A surge of confidence swelled within you knowing he was completely in your control. “You aren’t even going to say please?” 

“I don’t say please.” 

“Then maybe I won’t suck you off then?” 

A flash of betrayal ran across his smoky eyes. “What?!” 

“Fine. I won’t make you say it.” You smirked and took him in generously, deeply, pushing down your tongue and taking him down your throat. You were just a little too ambitious: his length made you gag, but you swallowed down the reflex. Changbin’s head fell back and hit the wall. 

“fuck yes.” The words escaped his tongue. 

You grabbed at him and squeezed, hard, twisting him and flicking your wrist with each turn. He was delightfully hard in your mouth, and with each step closer he gasped out faster and faster. Your head bopped in your rhythm, still taking him in deeper with each move, chasing gags away just as fast as you got a new one. You would stop for a few seconds to let him quiver in your hand and he would groan out once your warmth disappeared. 

“Not-not yet,” He gasped out and squirmed, then pushed you lightly off of him. He scrambled over to the beside again, throwing the drawer open and finding a condom which he tore open with his teeth, then impatiently rolled it over his pink length. He threw his body off the bed, grabbing at your hips to align you with the edge of the bed and situating himself between your legs. He was just as impatient when he took some lube into his hand to rub over his dick curled against his stomach. Changbin coaxed his dick into your opening, leaning down over your body with forearms resting on both sides of your head. Once the two of you were connected, you both let out sighs with the feeling consuming you. He filled you up so wholly, so deeply, it even hurt just a little bit, kind of like the first time. 

“Baby you’re so tight.” He thrust in slow at first, exactly how he liked it. It felt fucking amazing when he stretched you out grinding his hips even in little to let your clit feel the sensation as well. He attached his lips with yours to lend them his warmth. Your arms latched around his neck and your legs around his waist as you pulled him in even closer. The heat from his sweating chest emanated on you. He started to pick up his pace, giving your g-spot attention again as he angled himself above you. 

The two of you sucked in each other’s air as it lasted between your lips for only a few seconds. You moaned directly into his mouth hoping that it was enough to muffle the sound and he returned back with his own arousal spilling all over you and sticking on your tongue. 

Changbin pulled away to shove your legs together and press against his torso, making you even tighter. He shut his eyes upon feeling it, focusing on nothing else but his thrusts. His forehead gathered with little beads of sweat and one fell down his brow. 

His name flew off of your mouth naturally as he fucked into you, and your second orgasm pooled. His toned arms flexed from where he grabbed onto the bed and he choked out little airy gasps before announcing that he was about to cum. 

“Cum inside me baby, fill me up...I’m all yours.” 

Upon hearing your words, he set himself loose, pounding into you with astonishing speed doubling over you as he came, leaving himself inside to throb against your walls. There was something so primal inside of you that craved to feel his cum inside of you knowing that he wanted you, that he desired you and that you could unscrew him until he was vulnerable like this, all for you. 

“Can we...stay like this for a little while?” 

He chuckled a bit, and swept a few strands of your hair off of your face. 

“You like how it feels like this then?” 

“...yes.” 

“Okay beautiful. Anything that you like, can I come back up first? Kinda hard to do it like this.” 

You nodded and let himself get situated sitting on the bed, resting himself against the wall once more. Your bodies shivered as you sat back down on his softening dick, but it was the feeling of being connected to him that you craved. He traced his fingers up and down your back, his eyes full of admiration. 

“You’re perfect.” He echoed. 

“You hardly even know me.” Your fingers twirled his curly hair. 

“You’re perfect.” 

“Thank you...and...thank you for making me feel so good.” 

“My pleasure,” He laughed out the words, “And yours too I guess.” 

“Very funny.” 

There he was, looking at you again like that. Like he loved you. He didn’t even know you. He didn’t know that things you had done; who you were. 

“I’d like to get to know you though. If you’ll let me.” 

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AHHHH so writing this I kinda fell in love with the potential for this plot, esp with the stuff with the readers history with Jisung???? SHould I make this a series???? Softdom!bin romancing us?? Let me knowwwww

[kaidans-alenko]

I had to keep taking breaks because I kept bursting into tears. I do be a cancer venus tho 🙈

'I'm proud of you' were the last words Hannah Shepard remembered saying to her son. At the time it seemed like enough. The way his big blue eyes lit up and he smiled. A dozen other people before her probably told John he had done Earth proud. She was his mother, it would sound different coming from her. At least that was the thought process.

Now as she stood in front of her son's empty coffin she realized it wasn't enough. If someone were to ask if she was proud of her son she'd tell them yes. Without hesitation. That said….pride seems so hollow now.

She was just as proud of him when she was alive, that wouldn't change now that he was...Hannah swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a deep breath through her nose. She hadn't cried when her husband died, not at the funeral anyway. 

Late at night in her room when John was sleeping, he was young then, so young she had to wonder if he even remembered him. She never asked and he never brought it up but sometimes she was curious. Though it doesn't seem to matter now. 

Of all the things she could've said, why did she pick proud? When did they stop having their weekly vid calls? When was the last time she even told him she loved him? 

Did she think she didn't need to? He was grown now and didn't need his mother pestering him while they both tried to do their jobs? 

Regardless of age he was still her child, there was no cut off for telling your child how important they are to you. All those times she had told him she can't talk for very long and he just accepted it. Now she wished she had taken the time to catch up with him. Had she known their last fifteen minute call would be the final time she'd hear his voice she would've stayed on the line longer.

His job was dangerous and she knew it, this shouldn't have been a surprise. No parent ever wanted to bury their child but she should've been prepared. 

Hannah ran her hand down the front of his picture. He looked so stoic in his dress blues. Not at all like the boy she had watched grow up. John liked to laugh and joke around. Always had to be the center of attention. 

The little boy who would always wait for her by the airlock or run to her in the cargo bay after each mission. Who always did his best not to appear disappointed when she had to miss another birthday or holiday. 

The person in the picture was John Shepard the soldier, not her son. Even still she'd do anything to have him back.

[lilydalexf]

Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Syntax6

Syntax6 has 17 stories at Gossamer, but you should visit her website for the complete collection of her fics and to see the cover art that comes with many of the stories (and to find her pro writing!). She's written some of the most beloved casefiles in the fandom. I've recced literally all of them here before. Twice. Big thanks to Syntax6 for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

I’m delighted but not surprised because I’ve written and read fanfic for shows even older than XF. Also, I joined the XF fandom relatively late, at the end of 1999, so there were already hundreds of “classic” fics out there, stories that were theoretically superseded or dated by canon developments that came after them, but which nonetheless remained compelling in their own right. That is the beauty of fanfic: it is inspired by its original creators but not bound by them. It’s a world of “what if” and each story gets to run in a new direction, irrespective of the canon and all the other stories spinning off in their own universes. In this way, fanfic becomes almost timeless.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it? What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

(I feel these are similar, at least for me, so I will combine them here.)

First and foremost, I found friends. There was a table full of XF fanfic writers at my wedding. Bugs was my maid of honor. I still talk to someone from XF fandom pretty much every day. Lysandra, Maybe Amanda, Michelle Kiefer, bugs…these are just some of the people who’ve been part of my life for half my existence now. Sometimes I get to have dinner with Audrey Roget or Anjou or MCA. Deb Wells and Sarah Ellen Parsons are part of my pro fic beta team. I have a similar list from the Hunter fandom, terrific people who have enriched my life in numerous ways and I am honored to count as friends.

Second, I learned a lot about writing during my years in XF fandom. I grew up there. Part of this growth experience was simply due to practice. I wrote about 1.2 million words of XF fanfic, which is the equivalent of 15 novels. I made mistakes and learned from them. But another essential part of learning is absorbing different kinds of well-told tales, and XF had these in spades. Some stories were funny. Others were lyrical. Some were short pieces with nary a word wasted while others were sprawling epics that took you on an adventure. The neat thing about XF is that it has space for many different kinds of stories, from hard-core sci-fi to historical romance. You can watch other authors executing these varied pieces and learn from them. You can form critique groups and ask for betas and get direct feedback on how to improve. It’s collaborative and fun, and this can’t be underestimated, generally supportive. The underlying shared love of the original product means that everyone comes into your work predisposed to enjoy it. I am grateful for all the encouragement and the critiques I received over my years in fandom.

Finally, I think a valuable lesson for writers that you can find in fandom, but not in your local author critique group, is how to handle yourself when your work goes public. Not everyone is going to like your work and they will make sure you know it. Some people will like it maybe too much, to the point where they cross boundaries. Learning to disengage yourself from public reaction to your work is a difficult but crucial aspect of being a writer. You control the story. You can’t control reaction to it. It’s frustrating at first, perhaps, but in the end, it’s freeing.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

I participated in ATXC, the Haven message boards, and the Scullyfic mailing list/news group. For a number of years, I also ran a fic discussion group with bugs called The Why Incision.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I started reading XF fanfic before I began watching the show. I had watched one season two episode (Soft Light) and then seen bits and pieces of a few others from season four. I’d seen Fight the Future. Basically, I’d seen enough to know which one was Mulder and which one was Scully, and which one believed in aliens. An acquaintance linked me to a rec site for XF fanfic (Gertie’s, maybe?) so that I could see how fic was formatted for the web. I clicked a fic, I think it was one by Lydia Bower dealing with Scully’s cancer arc, and basically did not stop reading. Soon I was printing off 300K of fic to take home with me each night. I could not believe the level of talent in the fandom, and that there were so many excellent writers just giving away their works for free. I wanted to play in this sandbox, too, so I started renting the VHS tapes to catch up on old episodes (see, I am An Old). After a few months, I began writing my own stuff.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I had to be dragged kicking and screaming to The X-Files. I’m not a sci-fi person by nature. I think my main objection is that, when done poorly, it feels lazy to me. Who did the thing? A ghost! Maybe an alien? I guess we’ll never know. You can always just shrug and play some spooky music and the “truth will always be out there…” somewhere beyond the story in front of you. You never have to commit to any kind of truth because you can invent some magical power or new kind of alien to change the story. I think, by the bitter end, the XF had devolved into this kind of storytelling. The mytharc made no kind of sense even in its own universe. But for years the XF achieved the best aspects of sci-fi storytelling—narrative flexibility and an apotheosis of our current fears dressed up as a super entertaining yarn.

What eventually sold me on the XF as a show is all of the smart storytelling and the sheer amount of ideas contained within its run. At its best, it’s a brilliant show. You have mediations on good versus evil, the role of government in a free society, is there a God, are we alone in the universe, and what are the elements that make us who we are? If Mulder and Morris Fletcher switch bodies, how do we know it’s really “them”? The tonal shifts from week to week were clever and engaging. For Vince Gilligan, truth was always found in fellow human beings. For Darin Morgan, humans were the biggest monster of all. The show was big enough to contain both these premises, and indeed, was stronger for it. The deep questions, the character quirks, the unsolved mysteries and all that went unsaid in the Mulder-Scully relationship left so much room for fanfic writers to do their own work. As such, the fandom attracted and continues to attract both dabbling writers and those who are serious craftspeople. People who like the mystery and those who like the sci-fi angle. Scientists and true believers. Like the show, it’s big enough for all.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I look at it like an old friend I catch up with once in a while. We’ve been close for so long that there’s no awkwardness—we just get each other! I love seeing people post screen shots and commentary, and I think it’s wonderful that so many writers are still inventing new adventures for Mulder and Scully. That is how the characters live on, and indeed how any of us lives on, through the stories that others tell about us.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

I ran the Hunter fandom for about five years, mostly because when I poked my head back in, I found the person in change was a bully who’d shut down everything due to her own waning interest. A person would try to start a topic for discussion, and she’d say, “We’ve already covered that.” Well, yes, in a 30-year-old show, there’s not a lot of new ground…

Most other shows, Hunter included, have smaller fandoms and thus don’t attract the depth of fan talent. I don’t just mean fanfic writers. I mean those who do visual art, fan vids, critiques, etc. The XF fandom has all these in droves, which makes it a rare and special place. But all fandoms have the particular joy of geeking out over favorite scenes and reveling in the meeting of shared minds. It will always look odd to those not contained within it, which brings me to the part of modern fandom I find somewhat uncomfortable…the creators are often in fan-space.

In Hunter, the female lead joins fan groups and participates. This is more common now in the age of social media, where writers, producers, actors, etc., are on the same platforms as the rest of us. Fan and creator interaction used to be highly circumscribed: fans wrote letters and maybe received a signed headshot in return. There were cons where show runners gave panels and took questions from the audience. You could stand in line to meet your favorite star. Now, you can @ your favorite star on Twitter, message her on Facebook or follow him on Instagram. In some ways, this is so fun! In other ways, it blurs in the lines in ways that make me uncomfortable. I think it’s rude, for example, if a fan were to go on a star’s social media and post fanfic there or say, “I thought the episode you wrote was terrible.” But what if it’s fan space and the actor is sitting right there, watching you? Is it rude to post fanfic in front of her, especially if she says it makes her uncomfortable? Is it mean to tell a writer his episode sucked right to his face?

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

I own the first seven seasons on DVD and will pull them out from time to time to rewatch old faves. I’ve shown a few episodes over the spring and summer to my ten-year-old daughter, and it’s been fun to see the series through her eyes. We’ve mostly opted for the comedic episodes because there’s enough going on in the real world to give her nightmares. Her favorite so far is Je Souhaite.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I don’t have much bandwidth to read fanfic these days. My job as a mystery/thriller author means I have to keep up with the market so I do most of my reading there right now. I also beta read for some pro-fic friends and betaing a novel will keep you busy.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

I read so much back in the day that this answer could go on for pages. Alas, it also hasn’t changed much over the past fifteen years because I haven’t read much since then. But, as we’re talking Golden Oldies today, here are a bunch:

All the Mulders, by Alloway I find this short story both hilarious and haunting. Scully embraces her power in the upside down post-apocalyptic world.

Strangers and the Strange Dead, by Kipler Taut prose and an intriguing 3rd party POV make this story a winner, and that’s before the kicker of an ending, which presaged 1013’s.

Cellphone, by Marasmus Talk about your killer twists! Also one of the cleverest titles coming or going.

Arizona Highways, by Fialka I think this is one of the best-crafted stories to come out of the XF. It’s majestic in scope, full of complex literary structure and theme, and yet the plot moves like a runaway freight train. Both the Mulder and Scully characterizations are handled with tender care.

So, We Kissed, by Alelou What I love about this one is how it grounds Mulder and Scully in the ordinary. Mulder’s terrible secret doesn’t involve a UFO or some CSM-conspiracy. Scully goes to therapy that actually looks like therapy. I guess what I’m saying is that I utterly believe this version of M & S in addition to just enjoying reading about them.

Sore Luck at the Luxor, by Anubis Hot, funny, atmospheric. What’s not to love?

Black Hole Season, by Penumbra Nobody does wordsmithing like Penumbra. I use her in arguments with professional writers when they try to tell me that adverbs and adjectives MUST GO. Just gorgeous, sly, insightful prose.

The Dreaming Sea, by Revely This one reads like a fairytale in all the best ways. Revely creates such loving, beautiful worlds for M & S to live in, and I wish they could stay there always.

Malus Genius, by Plausible Deniability and MaybeAmanda Funny and fun, with great original characters, a sly casefile and some clear-eyed musings on the perils of getting older. This one resonates more and more the older I get. ;)

Riding the Whirlpool, by Pufferdeux I look this one up periodically to prove to people that it exists. Scully gets off on a washing machine while Mulder helps. Yet it’s in character? And kinda works? This one has to be read to be believed.

Bone of Contention (part 1, part 2), by Michelle Kiefer and Kel People used to tell me all the time that casefiles are super easy to write while the poetic vignette is hard. Well, I can’t say which is harder but there much fewer well-done casefiles in the fandom than there are poetic vignettes. This is one of the great ones.

Antidote, by Rachel Howard A fic that manages to be both hot and cold as it imagines Mulder and Scully trying to stay alive in the frosty wilderness while a deadly virus is on the loose. This is an ooooold fic that holds up impressively well given everything that followed it!

Falling Down in Four Acts, by Anubis Anubis was actually a bunch of different writers sharing a single author name. This particular one paints an angry, vivid world for Our Heroes and their compatriots. There is no happy ending here, but I read this once and it stayed with me forever.

The Opposite of Impulse, by Maria Nicole A sweet slice of life on a sunny day. When I imagine a gentler universe for Mulder and Scully, this is the kind of place I’d put them.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

Bait and Switch is probably the most sophisticated and tightly plotted. It was late in my fanfic “career” and so it shows the benefits to all that learning. My favorite varies a lot, but I’ll say Universal Invariants because that one was nothing but fun.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I never say never! I don’t have any oldies sitting around, though. Everything I wrote, I posted.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

I write casefiles…er, I mean mysteries, under my own name now, Joanna Schaffhausen. My main series with Reed and Ellery consists of a male-female crime solving team, so I get a little bit of my XF kick that way. Their first book, The Vanishing Season, started its life as an XF fanfic back in the day. I had to rewrite it from the ground up to get it published, but if you know both stories, you can spot the similarities.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

The answer any writer will tell you is “everywhere.” Ideas are cheap and they’re all around us—on the news, on the subway, in conversations with friends, from Twitter memes, on a walk through the woods. My mysteries are often rooted in true crime, often more than one of them.

Each idea is like a strand of colored thread, and you have to braid them together into a coherent story. This is the tricky part, determining which threads belong in which story. If the ideas enhance one another or if they just create an ugly tangent.

Mostly, though, stories begin by asking “what if?” What if Scully’s boyfriend Ethan had never been cut from the pilot? What if Scully had moved to Utah after Fight the Future? What if the Lone Gunmen financed their toys by writing a successful comic book starring a thinly veiled Mulder and Scully?

Growing up, I had a sweet old lady for a neighbor. Her name was Doris and she gave me coffee ice cream while we watched Wheel of Fortune together. Every time there was a snow storm, the snow melted in her backyard in a such way that suggested she had numerous bodies buried out there. How’s that for a “what if?”

What's the story behind your pen name?

I’ve had a few of them and honestly can’t tell you where they came from, it’s been so long ago. The “6” part of syntax6 is because I joke that 6 is my lucky number. In eighth grade, my algebra teacher would go around the room in order, asking each student their answer to the previous night’s homework problems. I realized quickly that I didn’t have to do all the problems, just the fifteenth one because my desk was 15th on her list. This worked well until the day she decided to call on kids in random order. When she got to me and asked me the answer to the problem I had not done, I just invented something on the spot. “Uh…six?”

Her: “You mean 0.6, don’t you?”

Me, nodding vigorously: “YES, I DO.”

Her: “Very good. Moving on…”

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

My close friends and family have always known, and reactions have varied from mild befuddlement to enthusiastic support. My father voted in the Spookies one year, and you can believe he read the nominated stories before casting his vote. I think the most common reaction was: Why are you doing this for free? Why aren’t you trying to be a paid writer?

Well, having done both now, I can tell you that each kind of writing brings its own rewards. Fanfic is freeing because there is no pressure to make money from it. You can take risks and try new things and not have to worry if it fits into your business plan.

(Posted by Lilydale on September 15, 2020)

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Here is a list of fan-run, professional and semi-professional virtual conventions for the rest of 2020. This is not a comprehensive list, feel free to drop a link below (Name; URL; dates; type; whether the event is free or charges a fee)

https://tinyurl.com/virtual-cons

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vLyi3qcuOUZGcPKWd0PF4mTtYNlpEbgmjhQtR1sHKv8/edit 

 I am also posting a recent essay about  the history of virtual conventions written by Claudia Rebaza with her permission

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Many fan conventions aren’t being held this year but some are going virtual. Surprise – this isn’t actually new!

by Claudia Rebaza

Pandemic restrictions have meant that many events are moving to some kind of online equivalent, but fan conventions have offered online alternatives for a very long time. What’s more, conventions have only been one type of activity fans can take part in online with other fans.

Although numbers are hard to agree on, there’s little doubt that fan conventions have never been more popular. But while it’s possible to find a fan gathering in most cities (or even on the ocean!), there are still barriers that keep many people from participating. Whether it’s because of high costs, difficult travel schedules, physical disabilities, or social anxiety, many people have found themselves on the outside when it comes to fandom events. However fans have always been inventive, so the virtual convention developed decades ago. These virtual cons might mean:

an entire convention held online

live streaming of a physical gathering

activities taking place online at the same time as other fans were meeting in person

The 2000s Say Hello

Yuri Con began in 2000 not as an in-person gathering, but an online fan community. A few years later it sponsored a three-day anime and manga convention in Newark, NJ. The convention brought together fans of Yuri with panels, an academic lecture series, games, vendors and video programming. This was similar to FemSlash Con, which ran from 2012-2017.

Femslash, which is art, fiction and more involving female/female romantic pairings, was celebrated with panels for different TV shows as well as workshops for the creation of fanworks.

In the UK, VidUKon has been held since 2008. The convention focuses on the making and sharing of a style of fan videos called vidding, and features showings, panels, and workshops. People who can’t attend can still follow along with events through the use of convention memberships, which allow access to real time streaming as well as access to content after the convention ends.

But if an event isn’t online or doesn’t offer access to drop into the in-person event, there’s a third option. For example, the Starsky & Hutch fandom's Share Con began in the 1980s and is now held every other year. Like many conventions it has a mailing list and a Facebook group, but some fans also held a Virtual ShareCon from 2012-2016. The virtual con was a side event that took place at the same time as the physical gathering for people who couldn’t meet up in person. At the virtual con, members met at a community on LiveJournal, with an organizer making posts and people commenting. They watched an episode of the show together, watched fan videos together, played a trivia game, had panel discussions, and had a drawing for prizes. Attendees also contributed to the creation of a virtual goody bag with pictures of Starsky & Hutch items.

Virtual con attendees also used the opportunity to prompt one another to create fan art and fanfiction in what has become a common practice among fans – the challenge or fest.

Challenges and fests

Given that not all convention activities are free, and many a fan is having a particularly hard time economically this year, there are fan events that don’t cost a thing. They do, however, require some time and creativity. A fanworks challenge or fest, is an organized event that prompts participants to create fanworks. These events can take many forms, one of which is the “challenge” where people create fanworks to fit certain criteria, or an “exchange” where people create fanworks to order for one another. The fandom wiki Fanlore lists nearly 800 entries on fests that have been held for a wide variety of fandoms over the decades, with many more out there.

The fest is a typical option for a virtual con, so that fans who are not going to an in-person gathering can celebrate as well. In some cases people sign up ahead of time to create fiction, art, videos or other fanworks to share on an assigned day. In others, people respond randomly to prompts from the fest organizers or other participants in a more game-like activity. But in the case of a virtual con, the fest is important for both keeping people engaged, as well as producing new content that outlasts the few days during which the con is held. That way the benefits can be shared with people who couldn’t attend the virtual con due to its timing.

Sometimes virtual con events are held at the Archive of Our Own which includes a feature for fanwork collections and tools for creating specific types of fests. Some virtual convention contributions that can be found on the site include fanworks for Due South, The Closer, Shadowhunters, Game of Thrones, Highlander, and the K-pop group B.A.P. 

The con on your laptop

With large public gatherings prohibited almost everywhere, many fan conventions have been cancelled or postponed, including the mega-popular San Diego Comic Con. But other organizers and fans alike are still trying to keep fan activities going. As a result some events are still being held, only online, and sometimes at no charge.

May saw Balticon 54, WisCONline/WisCON 44, Con Carolinas, and the 2020 Nebula Conference go virtual. July will see more taking place from smaller events such as CON.TXT 2020 (free) on July 24-26, to major cons like CoNZealand (WorldCon 78), host of the Hugo Awards, on July 29-August 2. Just as with the early virtual cons, these events will adapt activities to online space, and not just for panels and vendor rooms. In the past many fans have paid to shake hands with their favorite artists, writers, or actors in quick meet-and-greets, photo or autograph sessions. Some events are shifting these bookings to one-on-one video chats, where each person has a few minutes in which to spend some face time with those celebrities. 

What about next year?

Researcher Dr. Naomi Jacobs published an article on virtual conventions in 2018. Discussing the future of such events, she said “I think that as the barriers between online and offline fandom become more fluid, and as technology improves, we might see new ways that conventions become digital spaces as well as physical ones. Conventions are about fans coming together to share experiences, to ‘convene’, and it is no longer the case that this has to involve a face to face meeting.”

Jacobs studied fans’ experiences at Supernatural conventions and found that, while most of them preferred meeting in person, there were various reasons why virtual attendance was important. For some fans who go to many conventions a year, attending them is a part of one’s social activities and a way of staying up to date on happenings in their community. Jacobs said, “Being part of the digital space during a convention seemed to be almost as important as being at the event, particularly because there were so many conventions each year and many people attend several, but very few could go to them all.”

For fans whose favorite part of attending a convention is meeting celebrities, a virtual con might not seem like much of an alternative. But for many fans, the principal draws of a convention might be interacting with other fans, shopping, or sharing information about their fandom interests through meet ups or attending panel discussions, all things that could be done in other ways. There are many conventions whose principal draw is activities rather than celebrity guests – although even celebrity appearances will be going virtual in some cases.

For example, one staple of conventions that has become a central part of many fans’ experience is cosplay. While you’d think that this kind of fanwork would be something missing at a virtual con, being online doesn’t have to be a barrier to sharing one’s costuming skills. A lot of cosplay experience has already gone virtual. For example, in 2015 Nicolle Lamerichs wrote about the rising popularity of cosplay music videos (CMV) which are created and shared after the event. In discussing common factors for the videos, Lamerichs notes that “the videos are usually shot at the fan convention and are also a means of preserving the performances and making them accessible to a wider audience.” The practice has developed to the point that “some CMVs are also fan works in their own right." 

Is it for you?

While the virtual con may not replace the experience of an in-person gathering for the majority of fans, it does address the importance of these events for both specific fandoms as well as fans as a whole. When writer/producer Alison Zeidman wrote that comic books changed her life, the examples she gave were of personal experiences surrounding comic books, such as attending a fan convention. "At Wondercon, I was the most relaxed I’ve been in years, but it was also so incredibly creatively stimulating and inspiring. And I realized that how I felt on that exhibition floor is how I want to feel every day of my life: constantly learning, seeking out new experiences and meeting new people — whether or not they’re dressed in a custom-made Captain Marvel uniform.” Whether in-person or online, many fans share that feeling.