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lxvemaze · 5 months ago

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shinee bf! headcanons

pairing: ot5!shinee x reader

tag: fluff!!

warnings: n/a

a/n: this is my first time writing in this format, so pls show this some love if you like it !!

more under the cut!

⚝onew

quietly attentive. he doesn't often tell you how much he loves you, but you can see it through his actions. NEVER lets you pay for dinner. he's always sneaky about it, but even if you put your card down, he subtly exchanges your card with his so you don't have to pay a single cent. he's always interested in what you're doing! even if you're just reading a book on the couch or doing your makeup, he's watching attentively and asking questions. he loves to listen to you talk about your day. as soon as you come home from work or from a day out with friends or family, he's asking you how your day went, what you did, if you had a good time, etc. he wants the details, too. so don't leave anything out! he just loves spending time with you. you could be doing the most mundane tasks, and he'd be looking at you with the most loving face. seriously, you could just be like, cleaning the fridge and he'd be staring at you like 🥹 overall, jinki is the most attentive and loving boyfriend you could ask for<3

⚝jonghyun

very loud about his love for you! words of affirmation are 100% how he shows his love in your relationship. you could have just woken up, crust in the corners of your eyes, your hair a mess, stinky morning breath, and creases on your face from laying on the pillow, and he'd just be like "you're so pretty :3" like, omfg. he loooves showing you off, but still likes to keep your relationship private. it's very conflicting for him. he loves taking you to dinner with his family! he loves to watch you talk with his mom while making food and drinking wine. i think he'd like to let you lead the way in the relationship, just so he knows that you two are always doing things that you love and are comfortable with. but!! if you don't feel like making the decisions and just want him to take you out and make the decisions, he's more than happy to do so! he just wants you to be happy :))) overall, jjong wants you to feel as happy, loved, and comfortable as possible in the relationship! (literally my dream man 😔✊️)

⚝key

kibum loooves going out and showing you off !! but unlike jonghyun, he doesn't gaf about keeping your relationship private- he wants everyone to know that you're his and he's yours! will spoil you to no end! you two could just be walking down the street, and you'd point out a cute skirt or something in a store window, and he'd immediately walk in to buy it for you. he treats valentines day like the most important day of the year. he'll pull out all the stops- breakfast in bed, gives you little presents throughout that day, takes you out for a FANCY dinner (probably reserved the whole restaurant for a few hours just so you two would be the only ones there), he even picks out your outfit and jewelry for the day so you two can match. speaking of which!! he loooves wearing matching outfits! not in a tacky, literally wearing the exact same clothes kind of way- but a "classy" matching. like, wearing the same color scheme. just something subtle as another way to show the world that you two are together. in conclusion: kibum is quite literally obsessed with you, and he wants EVERYONE to know it.

⚝minho

immediately obsessed with you from the beginning of the relationship! he is the single most husband-material man in the world, idc. will make you breakfast in bed as often as he can! even if you guys don't live together, he'll literally doordash a breakfast burrito or smth to your house just so he's sure you eat something in the morning. probably starts looking for rings just a few months into the relationship- but he won't tell you that bc he doesn't wanna freak you out. he's so sure that you're THE ONE, though. acts of service is 100% his love language. he just likes doing the little things for you! whether it's hanging up your jacket when you come home from work, washing the dishes, or learning how to make your favorite food, he's more than happy to do it! probably learns how to braid your hair! idk, i just feel like that's something he'd do. like, he'd wanna learn how to braid your hair so it's out of your face while you're sleeping</3. he loves talking about your future together! marriage, kids, retirement, all of it! he just loves to imagine your life together<3. minho is the guy that's in it for the long haul- he's the one you know you're gonna grow old with.

⚝taemin

he's a little weird!! but you love him, so it's okay!! just has the oddest little ways to show his love for you. like, i feel like he bites?? not hard, it's really more like, mouthing?? like, you guys will just be sitting on the couch watching tv, and he'll just gently bite your shoulder. and he'll stay there for a while, just like, holding your skin with his teeth. he likes to send you songs that remind him of you, but sometimes they're just so?????? like, he'll send you a song and be like "this came on shuffle and reminded me of you :3" and you're just sitting there confused like, bro this is literally "fireball" by pitbull??? silly stuff aside, i feel like he'd like to let you plan things!! not bc he doesn't want to- he just likes to let you take charge! you two will be deciding on where to go for dinner, and you'll be like "let's go here!" and he'll just be like, "okay :3" no arguing at all, he'll just go along with whatever you say! but he still likes to take care of you! like, he'll do little things like, zipping up your jacket, or holding the car door open for you, or bringing the blankets up to your chin while you're in bed so you don't get cold :((( also, kind of like the random biting thing, i feel like he just likes to hold you. like, you'll be standing at the stove cooking dinner, and he'll come up behind you and hug you TIGHT. like, you can barely breathe, but you know he just loves you so much, so let him squeeze the air out of you <3. taemin is the type of boyfriend that wants to be romantic, but he's just not really sure how! you two have your own way of going about things, and that makes you happy :)

a/n no.2: i went a little overboard with taemin, but i had a lot to say about that funky guy!! if you liked this, a like and reblog would be highly appreciated!! i love u guys. thanks for reading<333

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copperbadge · 2 months ago

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Hey Sam!

I recently purchased a second hand bread machine, and I know you like to bake! (I got King Authur's Flour per your recommendation.) I was wondering if you have any recipes or tips and tricks for bread making? I don't have an oven in my apartment so sadly that's not an option for me 😔

Without an oven, a bread machine is a great acquisition! You can often also make rice, oatmeal, and sometimes even yogurt in a bread machine, depending on the model. If the machine didn't come with a manual, try googling for it, or googling the model name and "recipes" to see what else people have done with theirs. It's great you bought KA flour, because materials really do make the difference -- good flour and yeast are key. Freshness can matter with yeast so buy something with a long expiration date, and keep the yeast somewhere cool, dry, and dark.

For bread making, there are two main things I always think about: you are nurturing yeast, which is a living thing, and you're forming gluten (presumably, if you're not cooking gluten-free). The yeast wants to have food and be warm, so you want to use pretty warm water (most machine recipes say something very specific like 115-125F or similar, but it should be warmer than your skin and not so hot it hurts your skin, that's how I measure it). Sugar helps feed yeast, so often there will be sugar or honey in a recipe even if it's not a "sweet" bread. If you're using older yeast, adding a bit more sugar can help it work. Meanwhile, protein helps support gluten formation, so milk or milk powder are common ingredients often listed as optional but which are very helpful. If you have a stove, you can even make milk bread, which is one of the best, fluffiest kinds -- google "hokkaido milk bread" for recipes. Nearly any bread recipe that doesn't have a super long rise or need to be shaped can be made in a bread machine, but often (especially on the King Arthur site) a recipe will include special tips for adjusting it for a machine.

Specifically for bread machines, the bread can stay warm in the pan for a bit, but the longer it cools in the pan the more likely it is to form condensation, which leads to moisture on the surface of the crust in contact with the metal. That dries out pretty quickly if you leave it out for a bit, but moisture reduces the shelf life of homemade bread a LOT (moisture feeds mold). Your best bet is to remove the bread as soon as it's cool enough to handle -- it used to be the hardest part of making machine bread was getting it out of the damn pan, but they may have gotten better since I had one -- and wrap it in a tea towel or leave it out to cool completely before putting it in a package of some kind. I used to keep mine in the fridge because without preservatives it can mold quickly. These days most breads I bake included a few spoonfuls of King Arthur Bread and Cake Enhancer, which is a mild preservative and worth every penny -- it makes the bread softer, with better crumb, and it stays good for longer. There are other brands you can get cheaper on amazon, probably, but I've only ever used KA so I can't speak to their efficacy. It's generally not sold in stores.

Okay, two last things: one, I always put the bread machine on the floor when I was making bread in it, because it rocks back and forth a bit when kneading and I have had machines "walk" off the counter before. The floor or a wide table are best. Two, bread is difficult and even a machine for making it isn't perfect, so you may fail when you first start out. Even if you don't fail the first time, you may not get a good loaf at some point, and that's the nature of yeasted breads. Don't take it personally -- and don't give up! After a while, you start to notice if something seems "off" but it takes time to learn that sense.

Happy baking! I hope it goes well for you.

#food #sam cooks #bread making

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svt-kiki · 27 days ago

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　✶　DROWN TO DEPTH　｡｡　𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌

　💿 ⌇ 𝖠𝗇 𝖮𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺.　

2020.　세븐틴 × kiki ( fem!oc )　wc.　4.9k　𝗋𝖾𝗊 !

cw.　mentions of depression / anxiety / seungcheol & jeonghan’s hiatus and other members unwell, kiki basically neglecting her mental health, implies slight memory impairment cause of stress

an.　i’ve got scenario reqs for kiki’s hiatus and sickfic ages ago so just combined them both, sorry to take so long :’) + tried to do with all members but run out energy 😔 hope u enjoy !

REBLOG & FEEDBACK are always welcomed 🪽 ͗ ͗

kiki hasn’t been remembering the last time she slept and woke up without any worries.

it had to be refreshing morning. despite the keen and crisp air, clean linens — white sheets and pillows trying to swallow her mind and motivation.

kiki kept staring at the ceiling of the hotel room for a while. she hardly could gather the thoughts. what i should do today? rehearsal, of course. re-check the formation and share the changes with staffs and members. everyone already got used to the 12 or 13 members version since seungcheol and jeonghan’s hiatus, but even that fact made her stomach heavier. besides, they all needed to make sure which formation depended on the members’ condition each day. of course, kiki never mind the change itself. but she hates how they need to think about “are boys gonna be okay today? or someone became sick and couldn’t attend the stage, again?” every time before the stage these days. kiki never thought the tour can be this harsh — or, more precisely, cruel.

she hates the boys’ suffer way more than the burden of herself. she hates how more than half of them need to go through illness at least once during this tour. the schedule is killing them, she thought. they experienced something like this before on their early career days, murder-ish busyness. but this time it’s different, somehow.

she doesn’t feel well.

“kiki?” seungcheol called her name when he saw the girl came out from the hotel room as if she’s crawling out. “good mor- are you okay?��

her eyes. the light in her eyes, it’s just so dull and blurred now. she slowly stared at him, looked like forgot how to say “good morning,” and it made seungcheol terrified.

“cheol,” she mumbled. “hi, i just… i need to go to the meeting.”

“what meeting?”

“today’s concert, of course.”

“…we don’t have a concert today.”

at that moment — he knew. this is so fucking wrong. like everyone kinda notice something is off with her recently, or this past months. but it was unclear, her situation was vague, got lost in the ongoing schedules like a broken machine.

“what do you mean we don’t have?” she was genuinely confused. “wait, today’s... 23rd, right?”

“no,” seungcheol felt dizzy, noticing that sounded more like her symptoms. “today is 24th of january. you don’t remember we finished north america tour yesterday?”

“i-“ she frowned the eyebrows. “wait, really? oh i... i must’ve mistaken. sorry,” then kiki finally noticed what his face looked like. “don’t worry. i’m just a bit, tired, you know...” she waved his gaze away from her. “so it means i still can sleep?”

“uh, yeah, i think so. about couple hours... hyelim nim said we’ll set off at 11 or something yesterday.”

she just nodded and head back to the room. “see you later.”

seungcheol just kept staring at the door for a second, tried to find clue to this situation on there, which was never founded.

DAY 1 - 8:11 AM

fuck, she thought.

kiki gazed down at the lockscreen. january 24th, 8:11 am. she literally overlooked. her body was absorbed to the bed, once again.

the thing — her memory being fucked up, happening time to time these days. mostly it was only couple minutes or little more. her mind suddenly went blank and couldn’t remember what she was doing last minutes.

the gravity is like ten times stronger then usual. feels like someone trying to glue herself onto the ground.

knock knock, the door made small sounds. seungcheol popped out his head from the crack. “may i come in?”

kiki didn’t answered but he already slided himself into the room. the curtain was almost closed and the slit of the light was silently thrown on the floor to the bed.

“you feel tired?”

“yes... a little,”

he then frowned his eyebrows, hovered over her. “you look... so pale.” his thumb caressed her cheek down to the jaw. kiki was just blinking slowly, her eyes didn’t follow his movements, just staring at his tip of nose with a fainted gaze. her cheek got all thin, the rosy hue something reminded the soft shade of sunsets that usually stayed there was now covered with frosty snow color. “i’m fine.” she repeated the words like the broken records.

at this point, it was his feelings that had a fever. she had always been like this. always pushed herself too much. usually kiki knew how to hang in there, tip toeing around the last borderline but never across because that would lead to the exact outcome she didn’t want to be. she knew how to take care herself and control the condition.

but not this time. everyone sensed something was going wrong. she was like a ghost in outside of the stage these days. her presence was pretty much stale and the face sagged. so unlike her. the cloud of fatigue took the ray of sunshine away. “do you sleep properly these days?”

“not much, like everyone else. all the kids had poor health during this tour. i’m no special, you know it.”

“kiki,” seungcheol couldn’t help but started to feel irritate. “you should stop thinking like that. you are no special, that’s why you also feel unwell if you couldn’t rest properly. that’s natural, nothing strange. you need to take rest.”

“that’s why i’m lying on the bed. can’t you see?”

“kyoka.” she pressed her lips tightly. the way he called, how the tone of his voice echoed through her head, this was the way seungcheol used when he need to point out something to her seriously. kiki also knew she should do something with current situation. but the nonstop cycle of transfers, meetings, adjustments and performances just cornered her until she loose her mind underwater. of course she poured her soul into each lives. yet the pillar of her heart snapped as soon as she got off from the stage these days. the mind started to become numb. the bones and nerves signaled pain but ignored it.

he laid down on her next. the body started losing the tension after seungcheol tried to hug and rub her upper body softly. kiki felt asleep shortly after. seungcheol kept staring at her face for a while before woke up and silently left her room.

he then knocked the room which was not kiki’s, or even his. park minji, the manager who is close to kiki appeared from behind the door.

“coups? good morning... what’s wrong?”

“kiki,” he said in rush, continued before minji tilted her head in confusion. “i think she needs to take a rest, a day or maybe more before get on the plane.” for a moment, he thought she might throw a confusing look as if trying to say “what are you talking about?” but unlike his bitter imagination, minji’s eyes took on the seriousness immediately. “is she alright?”

“kinda, only for now in my opinion.”

seems like the woman gathering the thoughts quickly before leaning towards the door frame. she said, “you think so? she wore me down few days ago to accomplish this tour instead she’ll cut off some tasks and get some rest after we back to korea, i didn’t have a choice but agree since she insisted so firmly,” minji bit her lip out of regrets, thinking she shouldn’t listen to her for this time.

“she was just trying to head for the meetings, thought today is 23rd. her mind seemed so woolly, it doesn’t look like she’s okay at all, noona.” seungcheol then added shortly after, “also i think she will get a fever within a day. i kinda aware about these things, hers.”

she then opened the door wider to let him in before make a phone calls. “hi, sorry if i wake you up. no, not that... actually it’s about kiki — yes, i was thinking, maybe we can delay her flight? like couple days, hopefully… no, not yet for now but... yes, likely. uh huh, yes, of course. thank you… oh i can do that, yeah. no problem. okay, later.”

she held the gaze of him. “i just called the chief, they will search the flight and book some doctor’s appointments. i will contact to other members.”

“let’s call them in here. i think they want to discuss what we will do.”

“what you mean discuss?” she replied with a searching tone this time around.

“you’ll see.” he quietly said. “trust me for this, noona.”

after about ten minutes, all other band members gathered in minji’s room. most of them had been half asleep, closing their eyes or rubbing their faces trying to rid off the drowsiness until they heard it’s a serious matter of kiki.

“what’s wrong with her?” mingyu broke the ice while bending his brows. “is everything okay?”

“she seems bit unwell, actually.” minji replied with a perfectly controlled voice tone. “we discussed maybe it’s better for her to take some rests before gets on a plane to korea.”

“okay,” seungkwan nodded with a concerned face. “are there some schedules for her this week? right after the supposed return to korea?”

“not that much. i will adjust that so it won’t affect others schedules or anything, so don’t worry.”

“i’m not worrying about ours... i thought she will feel responsible more then she should if such things happened,” he said in a bit of defense.

“i know seungkwanna,” jeonghan said with a soften voice. “how’s she doing?”

“she woke up an hour ago then fell back asleep now,” seungcheol answered.

“we also talked that it’s better for her to get doctor’s visit. i would keep in touch and update the info if there’s anything to let you know.”

“i think it’s a good idea,” minghao stated while playing with his sleeves. his face was almost covered fully by the hoodie but the tranquil voice somehow reached well to everyone’s ears. “she seemed so tired these days. i think we all bit frustrated because she obviously need some rests if you see her on outside of the stage, yet she do the concert perfectly every time, so we can’t find the excuse to persuade her to get some rest.”

“yeah,” jun nodded. “this tour is hard for all, and some of us couldn’t attend the stage almost each nights by turns. but it doesn’t mean the one who gets on the stage isn’t exhausted.”

jun and minghao, add joshua, the foreigner line — their bond and connections are always special. they shared the obstacle and struggles only they can share with each other. usually they weren’t the most copious talker among the group, but when it comes to kiki, the case would be different.

“it’s always the hardest thing to tell her to back off from the job,” chan lower his gaze while scratching the back of his neck. “no doubt,” vernon let out the slightest chuckle.

“right? like, she kinda pushing workaholic agenda too much!” chan responded and everyone couldn’t hold their laugh that he sounded like so overwhelmed from bottom of his heart.

“alright, alright,” soonyoung gestured to calm everyone while trying to stop smiling since its a serious discussion. “now, what we gonna do?”

“you guys will back to korea following the original schedule,” minji answered, shooting a questioning look to the boys. “what do you even mean by that?”

“you mean... leave kiki in here? alone?” joshua asked quietly. minji tried to say yes — then realized. her gaze went back to seungcheol. he was just staring back at her, telling “i told you.” without using words.

“but that’s... she’s sick, right?” mingyu tilted his head with confusion. “we can’t leave her.”

“of course it’s not entirely alone,” minji couldn’t help but let out the tiny sigh, brushing her hair back. “some of staffs including me will stay with her, make sure she will be okay.”

a few moments of silent. the boys exchanged gaze with each other. they ain’t say a thing but the lack of words were speaking their claims more than anything. at that moment, the boy with a glass, who had been remained silent since he entered this room opened his mouth. “we don’t have schedules for few days after we head back to korea.” wonwoo said while turning off his phone, finished checking the group’s schedules. “we can stay with her.”

minji was both stressed and felt in her heart at the same time. the way these kids care and love each other — no matter how many years has passed, their bond grow stronger day by day. they are so sincere. however, if this was all about the ask that didn’t sound like reasonable at all, it’s a different story.

“kids,” she gave up to hide the distress at this point. “i get you guys care about kiki so deeply, but think straight. we can’t just delay everyone’s flights for this. it’s unrealistic and preposterous. you know that, right?”

“the staffs and everyone can back to korea on schedule. just we will go back with kiki and the staffs, noona, the people who will stay with her. it’s not that crazy.” mingyu insisted, before jeonghan supported his opinion as “that’s right. we can’t take care of ourself. it will make us sick if we leave her alone while she’s in suffer.”

minji almost had done the face palm. it’s hard to say no when mingyu and jeonghan team up like this. they were both clever and smartest in seventeen. if the opponent was cold hearted cunning topsiders, it would be different. but minji also loves them after all. it’s hard for her when she can be in their shoes. besides — minji’s eyes went back to seungcheol again. he’s not even coming out yet.

she let out a not-so-small-sigh as if waving the white flag. “alright, i’ll discuss with the chief first. but you guys better start packing the luggage since this isn’t the final decision yet, understand?”

“of course noona,” seungcheol grinned that looked like a smirk. “we will be a good boy...”

DAY 1 - 10:56 AM

she woke up from a cold chill. kiki tried to shook her head and wave off a bad feeling before groped the phone and check what time is it.

“you awake?”

she slowly tuned at the someone’s voice from the behind.

“jihoona...?” her voice was cracking, raspy. “what time is it? what about the flight?” jihoon put a restraining hand to her. “there’s a delay on the flight. we will stay here two more days, so don’t worry.”

she then loosen the tension of her body, but the eyes still shooting him with a questioning look. “really? the weather looks fine tho,” he just shrugged as if didn’t matter. “i don’t know the details. maybe there has some trouble on the plane or something, i don’t know.”

“if that’s so...” her body sunk down to the mattress. “did you eat anything today?”

“not yet. some of them went down to the restaurant a while ago but i wasn’t hungry so i thought wait for you then share some meals.”

“i don’t feel to eat anything right now, you should eat something.”

“then i’ll eat here. is that okay?”

kiki blinked slowly, bit puzzled at the same time. he was kinda independent personality among the boys, had no problem with eat alone or spending time by himself in general. the way he asked for permission carefully like this was tend to irregular, whereas it’s not that strange to have the meals together.

“sure, be my company.” she slowly gets up on the bed. she was listening absently to he ordering the room service over the phone. after hang up the call, jihoon looked back her and said, “could you stay up until 12 AM? minji noona said they booked the doctor’s appointment at that time.”

“i think so,” she felt half drowsy but nodded at his words. they heard the door chime shortly after, jihoon let the staff in and placed the table near by the bed.

“there’s tomato soup in the menu so i ordered with some breads alongside the dishes for mine.” jihoon said as glancing up at her. “still not hungry?”

no, she’s not hungry yet, even after smelled the dishes in the air. but her brain started working finally, lead her to sit on the edge of the bed to eat, thought she should eat to take some nourishment since she barely eating anything from last night.

“thanks. i’ll eat some,”

“good. you can have a bite from mine if you want.”

shortly after she started to take a sip from the spoon, someone knocked the door and vernon poked his head out from the door.

“hey noona,” the younger boy slipped himself into the room. “how you feeling?

at this point, she finally realized her condition was a bit serious than she thought, in a bad way. the contrast of both jihoon and vernon made into actions about their worrying like this is far more than usual — not that they’re cold hearted person or anything, it’s about how different the way they cared about her.

“i’m fine.”

but vernon walked straight up to her as if he didn’t heard the words. he gently placed a hand on her forehead and said, “bit feverish.”

“no i don’t.”

“noona, come on now.” the boy with a bit messy brown hair clearly trying to soothe her now. “you are not dumb enough to be unaware for your own conditions. just gave up and admit you don’t feel well. let us spoil you for once.”

“but you guys are tired too, why only i can stay still in bed like this,”

“we will also stay in bed and rest as much as we want, we don’t miss the opportunity. don’t worry about that.”

he smirked with a small hint of concern.

“...okay.”

they all knew she wasn’t fully convinced. but for now this is the small victory.

“just stop thinking about the job, okay?”

“i’ll try.”

“fine.”

he then turned his face to jihoon. “can we talk later about the track?”

“yeah, sure.”

DAY 1 - 1:06 PM

after the doctor’s examination, she was diagnosed as poor physical condition due to overwork and overuse of the autonomic nervous system. they strictly told them to get some proper rest, hopefully a week long.

“no,” kiki opposed weakly after received an i.v. “there’s so many things to do after i back to korea. we need to discuss the final design for the physical album package and edit new music video, also —”

“yes.” minji retorted decidedly, almost scolding her. “i’ll contract the team and adjust the work plan. they’ll understand. this is nonnegotiable.”

kiki didn’t said back anything, but that made joshua a bit anxious. he was there for the whole process with her. he could sense she felt a slight despair, thought she let others down, useless.

“would you stay with her for a while?”

“yeah, no problem.”

the doctor also warned, she might have some fever tonight since i.v. won’t help to reduce the psychological stress. “i’m sick of this,” she murmured in the room minji left. they both got a whiff of her cologne in arid air of hotel.

“you blaming yourself without any good reasons,” joshua tried to make a serious pitch. “it’s hard to see like you — not about the physical conditions, but the way you punish yourself like this. don’t you get how it hurts us? it’s a bit too much, kit-kat,”

joshua’s voice, mixture of breaths — she covered her face with palms. “i know, i know i need to stop — but it’s hard. it’s getting harder day by day recently. why i can’t stop this? this — fucked up cycles?”

“you really do need a rest,” he caressed her bangs as she bit own lips in bitter feelings.

“maybe i do.”

DAY 1 - 3:27 PM

“how’s noona?” soonyoung asked mingyu in the hallway. he was just getting out from her room. “it’s still low grade... but i think it’ll get more higher.”

“right... does she sleeping?”

“kinda? i mean, she just fell into. we need to cool her body and... keep hydrated if she woke again.”

“uh huh,” he nodded to mingyu but his mind was flying around her, and mingyu got that too.

“it reminds the old days, isn’t it?” mingyu turned a bitter smile to the main dancer. his physique was nothing but masculine, strong and sturdy, but it was all facade now. almost had a vision of the dog ears hanging down on his head in soonyoung’s eyes. “if you think about, noona was always the one being cared for, not the one being taken care of, you know? it was pretty rare to see she being sick... how can that happen? everyone can get sick, that’s normal.”

“she’s very stoic... must’ve controlling her condition pretty carefully,” soonyoung leaned on the wall.

“she won’t be like this at first place if she’s not this exhausted. she’ll let herself be sick so that she can get better. it’s... different, you know,” mini nodded, bites his lips. “i can’t get off the idea that we... might let be too late this time, she’s way beyond her limits.”

although the whole situation’s like the runaway train with a broken brake — no one knows how to stop it, able to do nothing but just watching it falls out from the cliff. all the boys felt bitter and responsible for let this happen, even it has nothing to do with them.

DAY 1 - 6:07 PM

“kiki?” jeonghan’s voice tickles her ears. “you awake?” she still closing her eyes, unable to respond because not awake that much, but she can feel he bends over to check her expression because of the flickering of lights that she can sense through her eyelids.

“how’s she?” it was minghao’s voice. then she finds out some coldness is on her forehead. “hao...?” kiki coughs but tries to voicing out her mind as much as possible. “hanni? is that you?”

“yes kyo,” jeonghan’s sweet voice really works to calm her heart. limbs growing heavy. the whole vines and bones aching. the head is pounding. her whole body feels like burning, but kiki somehow felt peace. perhaps she finally accepts that she’s not well, not at all. “how you feeling?”

“cold...” she barely thought, so even herself surprised that she actually felt that way as she uttered. it feels like freezing. “i’m so cold.” she opened up her eyes. minghao wipes sweats out from her neck. “but it’s so hot,”

“i know noona. come on, drink some water,” he carefully hands the opened bottle. “you sweating a lot.”

it feels like a thousand years ago since last time she drink the water. the cold liquid flows down to her body through the throat, feels so nice. “i know you don’t feel well, but you need to eat something to take the pill. we bought fruit jelly, pudding, instant noodle, soup and popsicle.”

“that’s many,” she laughed weakly. her cheeks are like a tomato to boys’ eyes. she must feels terrible, but somehow it also looked like kiki relieves at the same time. “maybe... maybe the soup, or jelly.”

“got it, i’ll bring to you.” minghao left from her sight. she slowly turned to jeonghan, who checking the cooling gel sheet mingyu miraculously found on the drugstore in neighbor is still cold enough. “you are sweating. maybe it’s good for you to wipe with clean towel and change some clothes now, so that back to sleep comfortable. you think you can do it?”

“maybe,” she said before jeonghan nodded as “good.”

minghao went back to her shortly after. jeonghan helped her to wake up her upper body, lean on the head board. she didn’t understand that much taste of consommé, but just eat something felt like a most exhausting labor. after she ate half of the orange jelly, minghao carefully observed she swallows every pills.

“oh, and don’t forget to take a temperature.” jeonghan suddenly realized both completely forgot about that, said with a surprise how dumb they could be. “huh, 38.9 degree... it seems like not the highest.”

“yeah, maybe it’ll get more higher.” kiki nodded, said, “but once hit the highest, then it will go down eventually. just need a bit more patience.” minghao bites his lower lip. why she doesn’t stop to sooth us even like this time? are we that unreliable?

“myeongho ya.” jeonghan gently calls the dancer boy. “it’s her body, she knows well about it. i was thinking maybe she can clean her body and change, you know?” minghao then realized it’s his consideration. “ah, yes... i’ll tell noona’s conditions to others.”

“...i felt i did something wrong,” kiki murmured after he left the room. her speak was fuzzy, but the senses still sharp. jeonghan giggled about that, answered, “it’s okay, you are just being noona. now stop thinking and start changing, idiot.”

DAY 2 - 01:27 AM

something nice woke up kiki’s mind, brought it to the surface. something calm, soothing, make her feel like a home.

it’s a smell of the lavender.

her world is dark, almost unable to see what’s in the room. she fumbled for her phone. it tells the date had changed already. after almost 7 hours of sleep, she feels somewhat better. there’s still dull weights on her core, but feels a step ahead to okay. then kiki saw the steam was billowing out of the white machine, found out that was what the nice aroma was all about.

the door had opened with small noises. it was jun. “oh, sorry. did i wake you up?”

“no, i just got awake. nice smell,” she waved her hand toward the humidifier. “is that you?”

“kinda. it was vernon who made a call to the reception.” he shrugged as if someone found the prank he had planned. jun reached kiki’s forehead, found out her gel sheet is clearly not cool enough and the tips are all dry. “i’ll grab another one. you want something?”

“uhm, something hot drink would be nice, if you have some,”

“okay, i’ll find something.”

it was a chamomile tea he brought to her shortly after, but the scent was more sweet than just tea. “i called my mom after the dinner, asked her how to make honey tea she usually made for me or my brother when we got sick. i couldn’t recreate perfectly tho — like it’s a teabag but, yeah.”

“wow... thank you. smells so nice,” she could let out a small smile like a sigh. the aroma of herb and honey permeated into her exhausted spine. the moment like this, it felt ages ago that she last spent time with them like this outside of schedules. just sits down and talking, no any stress or extra.

it hits different.

the taste of the honey melted on her tongue. it nothing but helped to ease the ick in her throat which was sitting through the entire day since the morning. kiki feels like she’s in the bottom of deep, deep hole. all black and the dark clings all the way to her shoulders to limbs. feels helpless.

“still awake?” she asks jun, tries to hide the sniffle and teary eyes. “well, yep. the game i recently found — it’s really fun,” he rambles as scratching the back of head, knowing kiki isn’t always happy about her stay awake in late night because of the game. she never directly pointed out tho — because both knew it was kinda too much for the adult young man who is completely responsible for his own actions — but they also knew, sometimes caring and love could be a bit annoying.

however, unlike his prediction, she just hummed with a smile at his guilty pleasure. he added in haste, “i know. i’ll make sure i won’t be too late.” then kiki shook her head slowly. “i am not some strict teacher, junnie. today is also off, right? you can stay late and oversleep sometimes. it’s fine.”

jun nodded, but with a slight taste of awkwardness, not gonna lie. he tucked her hair behind the ears, stared at a chin, which looked like little too tighten. “you really should eat a lot after you get better... look boney, not good.”

“i miss your tomato and egg. would you make for me? after we back to korea?”

“anytime.”

he took the empty cup from her with himself. the nice warm tea started to make a nice effect on kiki’s body. her spine feels toasty, the mind starts melting on the pillow. she crawls herself between the sheets before let a small yawn escape from her. but when she starts dozing off, someone slips in oneself through the door — joshua brought the card key of her room and handed to boys in the morning.

“junnie…?” she murmured under the sleepiness. “it’s me, noona.” soft, low voice whispered into her ear. “can i cuddle with you?”

“sure,” kiki lifted the sheets for him. “come in, wonwoo.”

he slid himself next to her. it feels secure when wonwoo buries his nose on her neck, limbs entangles her. his temperature was usually not that high, so it was nice to have his hand — not cold but not too hot that made her sweat neither — on her hand, holding loose, caressed back of her hand.

“good night, wonwoo.” she whispered softly before she fell asleep.

“good night, noona.” wonwoo hummed. “have a nice dream.”

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crackedpumpkin · 2 months ago

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ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ

a/n: I can't find any other suitable danny gif, so this'll have to do 😔

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hating Danny Fenton comes to you as naturally as breathing. Like how the world orbits around the sun, and how Amity Park is almost always overrun by ghosts, it’s simply just a way of life.

That doesn’t mean that it makes it any less bearable to be around him though.

See, it wasn’t really your fault to begin with. Your parents are still on good terms with each other, but in reality, you hate his entire being to bits. The feeling’s mutual though, as clearly shown by the amount of times he’s screwed you over.

It all started in preschool, when he’d pushed you off the playground swing set even though your turn wasn’t up yet. You’d fallen on your face, scratches and bruises littering your arms and legs. When you cried, he merely ignored you and continued to play around.

There were plenty of other incidents too, ranging from kicking down your sandcastle and even swiping your crayons when you weren’t looking. Either way, all those situations had culminated into an instinctual dislike, fuelled even further when the both of you got paired up for a project.

“If you could just stop breathing for a minute, I’d be incredibly grateful.” He rolls his eyes at your snide remark, getting up from his seat to pour more water from a half-filled jug on his desk.

“I would, but then again it’d mean all this precious air would go to waste on you,” he responds instantly, taking a sip of water. “And as someone who cares deeply about the Earth, I’d hate for you to continue being a waste of space.”

Breathe in, breathe out. Control your temper. This is not grounds to start a fight with him. You’re better than this. It’s only temporary, and this project will be over quicker than you can say ‘oyster’.

“Let’s just get this over and done with, Fenton. The faster we finish, the sooner we don’t have to see each other outside of school.” The project itself isn’t that difficult — you’d just have to interview some residents around the neighbourhood regarding the ghost sightings that’d been appearing more and more regularly as of late.

Initially, you’d been the first to force down your disdain for him and reach out, trying to schedule a day to try and finish the project. However, he always seemed to either leave you on read, or mysteriously disappear and reply only hours later.

Finally, you’d cornered him at school and forced him to head back home with you, deciding to finish the project at his house so that your parents wouldn’t see him and invite him to stay for dinner.

“What’s with the closet, anyway?” You ask, glancing at the drawers that seem to be practically bursting with clothes. Some spill over, and you’re pretty sure you spot a pair of worn socks that lay around somewhere.

“Oh, that?” He sits back down, barely sparing it a glance. “What’s wrong with it?” He picks up the pen and starts scribbling down survey questions. He pays no mind to the way you squint at him, scrutinising his irritation.

Fine. You shrug. If he’s not going to at least try to be civil, then there’s no point in trying, is there? May as well just get what needs to be done, done. You open the slide deck on your laptop, figuring out a format. “We should ask around about this new guy, have you heard about him? ‘Inviso-Bill’ or something.”

“It’s not Inviso-Bill.” Danny’s sudden remark is filled with frustration, drawing your attention and surprise. “It’s not.” He adds after, sensing that he probably reacted a little too strongly. Refusing to look you in the eyes, he continues to scribble away.

Weirdo.

You cross your arms. “Okay, what is he called then?” Silence fills the air. You spot the way his eyebrow twitches slightly, and the slight downturn of his lips. Even though you prefer to hate him, annoying him is far more enjoyable. “Inviso-Bill it is.”

“Whatever,” he scoffs through gritted teeth. “Let’s just get it done.”

“Fine. I’ll take the three houses on the next street, and you just do whatever.” Gathering the papers you’d consolidated ideas on during class, you get up and leave his room, ignoring the way his shoulders slump slightly.

Passing by the kitchen, your steps slow at the entrance to the basement. It’d been a while since you saw Mr and Mrs Fenton, and your parents still try to arrange regular meetups with each other. The stairs leading down to the basement beckon to you, following the strange green glow downstairs.

Mr and Mrs Fenton stand near a metal gateway, stashing away metal appliances and what seems to be D.I.Y metal guns. You knew they were ghost hunters, but not how involved they were. The hesitation you feel doesn’t last long when Mrs Fenton spots you and calls out your name happily as she approaches you.

“It’s been so long since I last saw you! How’ve you been, dear?” Mrs Fenton grabs your shoulders tightly, leaning down and kissing your cheek. You laugh awkwardly, shoulders relaxing when she lets go.

“I’ve been alright. Mom and Dad say hi.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner? You definitely should. I’ll let your parents know.” She decides unilaterally, whipping out her phone and sending a swift text before you can protest.

“No, that’s okay! I mean, it’ll be late, so my parents won’t be able to pick me up.” You try to make an excuse, looking for a way to get out of this. If Danny found out about this, you’re pretty sure the hostility in your nonexistent relationship would surely worsen.

“Mom? Dad? What’re you doing here?”

Speak of the devil.

“Danny, my boy! We were just chatting with her about having dinner together. After all, your mother did make lasagna earlier.” Mr Fenton greets his son cheerfully, stashing away a gun at the same time.

“That won’t be necessary.” Danny’s gaze turns icy, directing it at you with every intention to get you to refuse. You can only shrug helplessly, gesturing to the text that’s clearly sent on his mother’s phone.

“Oh, don’t be like that! After all, what’s a little dinner between a married couple?”

“WHAT?”

Both your reactions are immediate, eyes wide as you stare at his parents in disbelief. Your lips part, trying to think of what to say. “Mom, Dad, this isn’t funny,” Danny states, already looking nauseous at the mere thought.

“It’s not a joke. Don’t you both remember?” She looks between you two, tilting her head in innocent wonder.

“No? I think we’d remember getting married, of all things.” Bile rises in the back of your throat and you force it back down, trying to answer her calmly.

“Same,” Mr Fenton looks at his wife in confusion, scratching the side of his head.

She chuckles, hitting her husband’s arm lightly. “Of course! Don’t you remember, Jack? They dressed up and everything, it was conducted at the playground. They even kissed each other! It was so cute. I’m sure we have a picture somewhere.”

“You do realise we were just kids, right?”

“Obviously, Danny. But you should have seen the way you were all sulky and mean after she started spending more time with Tommy. You even destroyed her sandcastle that time!” Mrs Fenton points out, showing you both the video of young Danny kicking down the sandcastle you’d spent so much time working on in the sandpit. “I remember you crying after she got mad. I still have the card you made as an apology.”

You turn your head slowly, looking at a very visibly flustered Danny. “Mom, that never happened.” He denies it, cheeks tinted pink. “Neither did the ‘wedding’.” He uses air quotes, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, finding a reason to leave. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a project to work on.”

Bidding them goodbye, you follow him up the stairs into the living room where his materials are scattered about. “Did a hurricane go through here or something?” The tense atmosphere doesn’t dissipate, even with the snarky remark.

He kneels down, picking up his papers. After a moment of hesitation, you kneel down and help him. One last piece of paper remains on the floor. As you go to pick it up, a cold hand lands right on top of yours.

It’s an instinctive flinch, both of you tugging your hands back to your chests as if burned by hot coals. It’s not the most pleasant of sensations, but surprisingly not the worst. After the utter bomb of information that his parents have just dropped, it’s only normal that you’d both be rattled.

“So,” You clear your throat, daring to pick up the last piece of paper regardless and standing back up. Stacking them together and handing them back to him, you draw it back as he reaches out to take it. “Where’s the card?”

He frowns, trying to grab the stack of papers you hold just out of his reach before giving up. “What card?” He asks reluctantly, though the glint of recognition in his eyes tips you off. He knows exactly what you’re talking about.

“The card. I deserve it, so hand it over.”

“It was ages ago! I don’t even have it anymore.”

“I could always check with your mom.” You shrug innocently, watching his expressions morph from annoyance to frustration, and finally defeat.

He storms over to a random drawer located right next to the television, pulling it open. He reaches in and pulls out a card that’s clearly decorated by someone with the art skill of a preschooler, handing it to you with a scowl.

You exchange it with his stack of papers, taking it with a satisfied smile. “Why’s it even important to you anyway?” You hear him mumble under his breath.

“Hey, I spent hours on that sandcastle you destroyed. I deserve to see you suffer, even if it’s just a little bit.”

“It’s just a sandcastle,” He states plainly as if speaking to a child. You roll your eyes, glaring at him.

“That sandcastle was going to be our fort, you idiot. I built it for us to play with. And those crayons you took away from me too? I was gonna use them to draw a birthday card for you.” Finally flipping open the card at his silence, warmth spreads across your cheeks as embarrassment creeps up your neck.

You’d gotten a little frustrated at his idiocy, but you didn’t actually intend to tell him about the true intentions behind both incidents. However, what you see in the card leaves you speechless.

‘Sorry’ is carefully written in your favourite colour on the top, albeit still messy. A drawing of a girl you assume to be you is holding hands with a blob whom you assume to be Danny. Both of you are smiling in the drawing, and a heart that’s coloured red is creatively placed in both figures.

The pure innocence in it is touching. Plus, the card itself is still surprisingly clean and well-kept, like someone had purposely made sure it wasn’t stained in any way. “I never found the right time to give it to you.” Dany voices out quietly, hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

A breath catches in your chest, looking at him with new understanding. A moment of silence passes, neither of you looking away. The fact that he’d kept it safe and cared for all this time tugs at your heartstrings. You break the stare first, looking back down at the card with a soft smile.

“You’re an idiot.”

#danny phantom #danny fenton x reader #danny fenton x you #danny fenton x y/n #danny phantom x y/n #danny phantom x reader

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applesontheground · 29 days ago

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fool me twice, shame on me 🧩

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY TWENTY EIGHT - FUCKING MACHINE

you know i had to do (another) SAW thing for this prompt. this was also one i did some extra homework on, because i had never heard of a fucking machine up until the kinktober list introduced me to the concept...but i mean, what did you expect from a saw x reader fan when she heard about a machine that fucks you??

and as for which jigsaw i'm doing it with? why, the one who's my favorite because he's the absolute worst at it, of course!

NSFW | Word Count: 3,200 | Mark Hoffman x AFAB Apprentice!Reader (GN pronouns) contains manhandling, fucking machine/chair, bondage, edging, hair pulling, penetration, overstimulation, slight somno/dubcon themes 🎼: x, x (yeah this is a hoffman song in my head i'm sorry to say 😔😔😔)

John didn’t make this one.

You could see that in its formation from the poor welding job to the odd design altogether as you circled the lone chair in the middle of the floor, a metal box underneath and supported by the legs, serving as the foundation. Furthermore, Hiding what was underneath the seat.

Leaning in, you had remembered John scrutinizing this schematic. He didn't understand why the piston that drove a blade, something sharp and a physical encouragement for what the player needed to stop in order to live, had to be underneath them.

Your eyes boggled as the head of something else stared back at you, and just as you stood back from it, ready to have a field day with what you had seen, there was a force pushing up on your spine.

Immediately using him as a backboard to fling away, you turned and gave a tight expression as he lumbered forward, in the garb including that daunting mask. You caught the syringe in his hand, and immediately began trying to dodge.

He caught up fast, easily able to lift you from under the arms, throwing you against a nearby workbench in the room and boxing you in. A few prods close to your throat made your leg come out, and a yelp in his face that did nothing to save you. Part of you didn’t want to kick below the belt, but you were put in a rather tight position.

Sure enough, a knee drove into his stomach, and he stepped back as you tried to dart away, towards the doorway that you came in from. Another powerful yank of your arm got you close to him a second time, and you turned around to face him again, hold him away from you.

Grabbing his upper arms, feeling the muscle and the sheer force that he was holding you in place with, you sucked in a breath as the needle came to your arm this time instead of your neck. Squeezing your eyes shut, you spat another obscenity at him. A grunt came from behind the mask, and you then stared down at where your elbow was pressing into his forearm, trying to rip his hands off of you in a last ditch effort.

The needle was there, just past your own skin and tucked against where your arms met, but when he let go of you, it was revealed the syringe was stabbed into the wrong forearm.

Your eyes shot back up, and he stepped back, the needle falling to the floor between the two of you. You caught your balance, wondering if there was any sedative in your bloodstream despite him missing.

“Fuckin'...” He stammered, voice clear as day under the mask as he held his arm. Taking a few backpedals yourself, you caught your breath, realizing what he had tried to do fully now.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You breathed, but he merely rocked back a few times on his feet – and then one lean too heavily did it. Jumping at the sheer noise of his body hitting the floor, you looked back at the chair.

Then to him. Disbelief, a lack of knowing what the fuck to do made you gaze back at the chair. Swallowing hard, you then looked down at him a second time.

Thoughts came together, making you slowly circle him.

Uncertainty turned betrayal, betrayal turned a recognition that he had failed. You crossed your arms, and muttered to yourself, “You were gonna put me in that, huh?”

You smiled, looking back at it, then turning slowly to stand over him now. You pulled the mask from his face, making sure he was asleep with a level stare at his closed eyes, trying not to find it endearing to see such a brutal man asleep. You then began snapping close to his ears a few times just for good measure.

“What to do with you, hm?"

You had to keep shaking your hands out, utterly tantalized the more you looked at the chair – and especially after you took all the strength training you had been getting into from the labors that came with being a Jigsaw accomplice. You hadn't been strong enough to take him when he was awake, but when he was dead weight?

It was still a chore to get him off the ground, but you were pretty satisfied to have him in his own contraption, especially considering what it was going to do to you in another pan out of this situation. You set his mask and jacket on the workbench in the room, finding a few folded schematics to what he had put together – and of course, the silver remote that powered the piston underneath the chair, driving up what he had told you and John last week was going to be a bed of nails.

You realized that was wrong now, lips pursed as you set the blueprints to the chair over his folded trousers. Everyone in the room had the same lewd thought in the back of their head when they saw a chair with no bottom in the first draft of the machine, a piston driving upwards with nothing on it yet. The motions were too fast to kill with one thrust.

You were only performing the liberties you assumed he would do to you.

With your back turned, you caught the sound of the restraints jingling against the metal of the chair, sleepy sighs from the man. It all must've felt a little taut since it was measured for someone with smaller wrists, but it’d still work. You looked at your wrists at the thought, imagining how they’d feel against that chair, all tied up and helpless. How one mishandling of a needle was what put you over there…and him in your place with a judgement from your own side of the fence.

“Oh, Christ.” He was realizing this too, you mused to yourself as you listened to his groggy voice with a smirk.

“Okay...” You turned slowly on your heels, falling back on the workbench in a lean and looking at him below the neck. You had taken his pants off, shirt halfway unbuttoned so you could ogle his full chest, leave some to the imagination. He wouldn’t respond well to being totally stripped, anyways. You evened it out by taking your shirt off, too. Your [bare chest/bra] faced him, pants and shoes still on as you didn’t respond.

“Okay.” He repeated himself, and your eyes met his finally with a smirk twinging on your face. “It looks like you’ve made a point.” He eased, but you cocked your head.

He was silent following that, and you hummed, “No, detective. I don’t think I have.”

“You really think this is a good idea?” He then asked, hands shrugging with upturned palms as he sat bound to the chair, and you replied, “Sure, it was yours to begin with. I'm only following in the footsteps, Mr. Bed of Nails.” He watched your hands skitter across the workbench, finding the silver remote you had tucked underneath his coat.

His jaw tightened, and he warned, “Easy, tiger. You have no idea what that’s gonna do.”

Eyes widening, you pushed off the bench now and walked towards him. “See, that’s what I mean. You don’t know what I’m capable of,” You waggled the remote in your hand, and insisted, “I know exactly what this does. You left your homework out for any stupid pair of eyes to catch them.” You crossed your arms, and then asked him, “How long do you think you were asleep for? What, did you assume I wasn’t going to reverse-engineer this thing, see what you were really working on?” You touched your neck, the place where the sedative had ghosted, “And then realize that I was going to be the one sitting there?”

He shrugged in the restraints.

“You know what I’m going to do now, I guess." You tapped the remote on your chin, grinning because you never quite got the turn in the limelight to say the next few words nearly as much as you had wanted to in your worst ideas of what this would all crack up to be.

"I want to play a game.”

He physically recoiled at the sentence, still trying to ease you down. “Look, hey. Look at me-“Your eyes went back to his. “And listen to me too before you do anything. I can admit that I misjudged you, [Y/N].”

Ignoring the plea, you stopped a few steps away from him, backpedaling as you found his pants on the bench. “Wait, wait. I almost forgot about the other one, too. You thought the first piston wasn’t going to be enough for the job?” You held up the black, smaller remote, and he adjusted uncomfortably, “This goes to the other part of the chair, doesn’t it?”

“No. It’s a fake for nosy assholes like you.” He suddenly bit, and you made a beeline over to him. You plopped down, straddling his bare legs with your own and seething back, “Bullshit. I played with this chair long enough to see what everything on it does. I even recognize where you got this one-“You smiled, the black remote between two of your noses, “Repurposed from one of those toys that someone like me would stick in her panties, walk around in public with while it rubs her all day – at the mercy of someone else.”

He looked you up and down, trying to find a crack in your certainty, but you quickly dipped your hand to his exposed cock, feeling the ribbed surface underneath it. “That would be good measurement to hit right where you'd want, you think?" You then shook your head and added, “This is sized for the wrong legs to sit in between, but…”

“I will say,” You then explained, “The positioning of the piston below the chair might be a little too far forward for you instead of me-“ You sat back slightly, balancing closer to his knees as he tried to lunge at you, and when you regained balance you finished, “But I think I made it work.” You then cooed a little more, readjusting as you went on, “Nice touch with the neck restraints, by the way.” You ran your hand over the collar around his neck, pinned to the back of the chair. Keeps you from moving your head too much, like you anticipated.” You ran your finger under his chin and sighed, “It’s funny. You and I are both biters, I guess.”

“I tried to take it easy on you, thinking you'd quit when you proved your point.” He warned, and you grumbled, “Again, I don’t think I have yet.”

“When I get out of this, I’ll show you just how much I can bite.” He muttered, and your expression froze. A few dry spouts of silence, and as your hand rested back on the silver remote you whispered, “Promise me that, Mark?”

You pressed the top button, powering the machine on. When no one sat in it, it had been rather loud, metal clanging against each other, the penetrative device itself scuffing against everything as the piston had driven it up into nothing.

A slow prod, something he designed with a surprising amount of care, made his expression pull tight. “You-!” He couldn’t talk, and you turned it off quick, watching him immediately shudder, heart practically racing and showing in the way his entire body tensed under you.

He spat, “You fucking bitch, you don’t just-“

“That’s not what the notes that you wrote say.” You glared, leaning in a little and your feet touching the floor in the stretch, the seam of your pants against his crotch and breath against his lips. “It said to power the piston before the vibrator. You were going to do that to me. Make me take it raw.”

“Maybe I was.” He suddenly muttered, "But I assume you'd like it raw."

You pressed the remote again, this time to the vibrator. He jerked around in the chair, not quite the same sensation for him that it would've been for you, but still fun to watch as it buzzed against him.

He started breathing a shade heavier, and that was when you hit the silver remote again. He got to feel a few more gentle prods up into him, his legs shaking already along with the stimulation against the head of his cock. "You dirty bitch, you even-"

"You had the lube in your jacket pocket..." You curled your lip up, "I'm playing as fair as you were about to, pervert."

Another breath through gritting teeth, he continued to writhe, but it seemed less pained and scared. You found a rhythm on the remote that got him making less ghoulish noises, and ones that had him staring up at you with a partially open mouth, letting you tug gently on the curled ends of his hair behind his head and not call you so many profane names.

“You know, a fleshlight would be a good addition to the piston.” You crooned, and after another heavy groan he muttered, “I’m looking at a perfectly good fleshlight on my lap right now.”

You held his shoulders now, and he suddenly goaded you, “Yeah, you know what I want.”

You maybe held out for a few beats, but when he set his forehead in the crook of your shoulder, another heavy shiver and moan against your skin, your hands went to your belt. “Didn’t know you became a whiner with someone else on top.” You observed, hopping off to unzip your fly.

“Turn this fucking chair off,” He demanded, “And sit on my cock before I go ahead and come without you.” The disheveled growl between words, his flushed face that had broken out in a sweat maybe within the first few pumps of the chair, and the messy hair that was partially his own doing and another part yours, made you clench around nothing. You fumbled, but turned your back to him as you continued to undress.

“Turn it off, [Y/N].” You paused, but then he hummed your name again, “Come on, [Y/N]-“ And you hit both remotes, the mechanical noises slowing and his body slumping slightly.

“No electric chair with a block of ice,” You sighed, underwear sliding down now at the pool of clothing by your feet, “But you’re hanging in there all the same.”

“Get back over here.” He barked, and you obeyed, remote to the piston still in your hand as you stood in front of him. Keeping the game fair, you had your sweater back on, a little loose on you just from you preferring a baggy shirt, but giving you coverage.

“There [he/she is / they are], now untie me.”

“No, sir.” You found your limit with his demands, and asked, “If I get on your lap again, are you going to bite?” He glared up at you, and then asked, “Did you want me to, princess?” You pulled your sweater over your cunt, stepping back until his cock suddenly twitched, and he sat back. “Shit. I’m fucking with you, come on.” He then rolled his neck, chest heaving and able to breathe without jostling, without penetration driving him up the wall. Sitting back, he spread his legs a little to invite you, and hummed, “You can trust me.”

You absolutely could not, but you still went out on a limb by sitting back down, rubbing your folds up against his shaft and watching his stomach suck in as he hissed through his teeth. Under your sleeve, you hit the button again, and slid down on his cock in the same breath.

"Motherf-!" He cursed again, and you let him go ahead with what he said he wouldn't do. Biting your shoulder, making you yelp in turn, but then start to mewl into his ear, airy breaths and hums as you started to use the leg portion of your strength training now.

He was back in an almost blissed out state, still shaking the chair and pulling on the straps but letting you ride him without another chomp, even making a few long, drawn out moans as you varied your pace.

Just when you keened, felt his own thrusts that met you in the middle start to shudder and spiral into uneven jerks peppered with strained noises from him, your feet hit the ground with one more moan from your own mouth.

You pulled off, and as much as it pained you as well, you hopped up again. Barely able to stand straight, you shuddered a laugh and ran a finger over your puffed out clit as he jerked in the chair, almost roared in the groan that came out. Precum slicked his thighs, and he splayed them open while trembling all the way down.

“Wht- What th’fuck are you doing!?” He could barely talk, spitting with clenching teeth, ready to rip you apart like an unkempt Rottweiler if you got too close. You eased him, trying not to laugh at the display, “Hey, hey, hey. I had to test you one more time, but I have my reasons.”

“I bet you do, lying cunt. Huh?” He snarled, and your hands fell to his clenched knuckles, pushing down on the wrist straps.

“Shh, yes. Yes, I do.” You quieted him, and murmured, “I wanted to rile you up one more time, because let’s face it, Hoff.” You took hold of the end of each strap, pulling on them slightly but not yet undoing them. “I want to see what happens to me when I let you out now.”

His furious expression tightened – not from rising anger, but instead a furious need, a realization he was about to get it. He sneered at you, almost in a challenge, and you did as you said, the leather straps becoming loose.

One hand shot out, grabbed you by your sweater, and the other slipped down to the ankle straps on the chair to finish the job. You practically felt the rough night ahead of you rising as he stood, hand tangling up in your hair and yanking hard against the roots to keep your eyes on him, his throbbing erection shifting between your legs and settling there as he stood toe to toe with you. The height difference changed the tides fast, your eyes boring up while his smoldered down.

“Didn’t know Jigsaw wanted to play so goddamn filthy. Guess you learned that from Kramer." He shrugged, but you blinked slowly at that, the quip scared in tone but your eyes wide with anticipation.

“Who said I learned how to play dirty from John?”

He clenched his teeth in a pained smile, walking backwards with you until you were up against the workbench again, him still driving forward after he finished walking so his cock went right back inside of you, making you whimper and your eyes roll back. He leaned in close, cradling your neck now as he spoke into your ear.

“Oh, so you’re finally saying it. That you’re my fucking [boy/girl/problem]?”

#mark hoffman x reader #jigsaw x reader #slasher x reader #kinktober 2024 #notsfw #✏️#🧩#rewatching IV for this was cracking me up too ngl #he's such a bad liar #also: another era vulgaris track for my era vulgaris blorbo <3

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year ago

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what I meant by my post about the boys not appreciating Yuu enough is about the trauma they inflicted on them and the lack of compensation we get because trauma=not guilty.

We just let them get away scott free without them facing serious consequences and get little to nothing in return. I got inspired by this post https://rose-tea-and-strawberries.tumblr.com/post/720285231576465408/justiceforyuu

So what are your thoughts on this?

[Referencing this post!]

Mmm… 🤔 While I do think the post linked is an interesting read (and OP does make valid points), I think a lot of it goes back to the nature of TWST’s design vs what the individual desires. It’s very easy to self-insert (meaning everyone’s mileage with the characters and plot will vary greatly), and with it being a mobile gacha game, there are definitely some limitations and design philosophies that must be adhered to in order to keep content flowing and thus keep the game profitable.

However, I don’t agree with some of the points suggested (whether by OP or by Anon), particularly that TWST presents “trauma = not guilty” and that Yuu should somehow be “compensated” or given something in return for the troubles they went through. To the former point, I completely agree that the boys’ punishments are far too light for what they’ve done (in OB form). As for their behavior pre-OB (which is, admittedly, still shitty)… I mean, we came into this game knowing the characters are twisted from villains, of all things. We shouldn’t be expecting them to be Super Nice and Empathetic to begin with, no? (So of course Riddle will be insulting Yuu’s background and lineage, Trey’s a bystander, etc.) It doesn’t excuse the behavior of course (it’s still objectively bad), but I thought we came into TWST expecting it??? Like it’s a major part of the draw…

I also believe TWST does a decent job at explaining the OB boys’ trauma while not excusing them because of their trauma; funnily enough, a major theme in book 1 was Riddle being held accountable for his actions for once. (This isn’t limited to just his OB behavior, but rather extends to prior; he was clearly harming his own dorm members well before Yuu got involved with Heartslabyul.) The OB boys were eventually punished for their actions, but because the sentences are relatively light, that’s perhaps where the “trauma = not guilty” perception of the fandom comes from. As I said before though, I think this can easily be attributed to TWST being constrained by the mobile game format (ie it has to be snappy); the light novel is able to expand on the consequences in greater detail.

The game devs likely don’t want to linger on how badly the OB boys truly acted because that could hamper their bottom line (ie endearing the characters to us enough so we sympathize with them and spend money). If they keep demonizing the boys or continuously bring up their literal murder attempts when they were fully lucid and aware of themselves (Leona almost sanding Ruggie, Vil trying to poison Neige), it looks “too” bad on the characters’ part. We also can’t haul the boys off to serious rehabilitation facilities because they need to be physically present to return for the subsequent book—and, of course. You can say “they didn’t get punished severely enough”, sure. But what exactly would that “more severe punishment” being called for entail, especially without disrupting the current story’s flow and not harming the OB boys further in the process? There are practical real world game design and business reasons for this.

To address the Yuu should somehow be “compensated” part, well… I’m not entirely sure if I understand it?? Thinking about it logically, what “compensation” are we looking for? Firstly, no compensation, in my opinion, is worth the anguish that “earned” it in the first place. Compensation will never make up for the mental scars 😔 Secondly, it implies that people are “owed” something for the general bad attitudes they’re given on a daily basis, which is not in any way how real interactions work. Some people will just be assholes to you, and we have to deal with it and move on. In the cases of the OBs and some events (like being kidnapped and basically held hostage in book 4), yes, those are much more serious and should be treated as such. But again, what exactly are we looking for here as “proper” compensation? Is acknowledging one’s faults and mistakes, and saying sorry for it and working toward being “better” not enough? What about the money Vil gives in book 5; is that also not enough? Where do we draw the line? When is it finally “enough” compensation? It’s so poorly defined and there’s no “blanket” compensation that would satisfy everyone and anyone 💦 I would personally be happy just knowing that the other person is aware they’ve done wrong and are taking that vital first step to changing. That’s very difficult to do, especially considering the pride of the average NRC student, so I commend them for at least doing that.

TWST’s story isn’t one that focuses on condemning people for their flaws and errors, but giving them a chance to recognize their wrongs and to grow from them. Its story promotes restorative justice over punitive justice. Overly punishing measures and reparations have proven to not smooth over “bad behavior” in real life; it’s something people need to consciously and actively work toward, so of course it’s going to be a hard process.

The reaction(s) Yuu has to the events going on around them are only as serious as individual fan interpretation makes them out to be. Official depictions thus far (manga, game, light novel) have not strongly indicated that Yuu has had any extremely adverse thoughts or feelings regarding the treatment they’ve experienced at the hands of their peers or any stress related to not being returned home. It’s also not clear (especially in the game) just how much physical involvement Yuu has in battles. Because TWST itself does not frame or portray these events as having super serious impacts on Yuu, that also informs the fans that absorb this content (so they, in turn, will usually also not take the story’s impact on Yuu all that seriously).

The interactive medium of the game (which is the main form people absorb TWST content by) plays such a crucial role in how Yuu is portrayed. Because Yuu is so inherently tied to being the player’s avatar/self-insert, there are limitations to the overt nastiness Yuu takes and their involvement. The manga and the light novel feature new versions of Yuu, yes, but these interpretations are wholly separate from Yuu (the game one). The manga and light novel Yuus can be treated as their own characters and not self insert vehicles, therefore there is a degree of separation between the player and the manga and light novel Yuus. This is why the manga Yuus are more shown to be more active in the story (most notably getting involved in battles). This is why the light novel Yuu is shown receiving more bullying (from mob students) than is depicted in the game. The manga and light novel are NOT interactive mediums, and they don’t have to worry about potentially alienating or offending players who self insert as the game Yuu. Game Yuu is intentionally kept vague for this reason; we aren’t necessarily meant to interpret that game Yuu gets as involved or is treated as harshly as what other mediums depict.

I really don’t think we (the audience) are meant to interpret most of the things (game) Yuu experiences as being deeply traumatic or scarring. In most instances, Yuu is either ignored or they act very nonchalant about what’s happening (groaning or joking about how “oh, not this again!”). The worst injury I can recall Yuu ever getting is when Grim scratches them at the end of book 5. They barely even ever bring up going home or the worry of not being able to get home (not counting very early and very late in the main story when it is plot relevant, or the occasional event story to shoehorn Yuu’s presence in). The game in particular glosses over any potential negative ramifications on Yuu’s part because endearing the boys (who often are Not Nice) to the player is an important component of the gacha model. You can’t have the players despising the characters because that doesn’t encourage spending money to roll for them on banners or to throw money at merch.

I also want to add that many people make Yuusonas to have fun and to escape into a magical world (which is likely reflected in the nonchalance Yuu demonstrates toward going home for most of the story); it’s far more common to see these lighthearted takes because I can’t imagine many people want to self-insert being deeply traumatized by the same magical boys they’re likely big fans of. If you personally want to make or to see a Yuu that becomes traumatized and jaded from what happens during their time in Twisted Wonderland, then yeah! Go for it! All the more power to you. Just remember that this isn’t a universal take.

All of that being said, we come back to something I’ve said time and time again: since Yuu is such a blank slate, you get out of it what you put into it. This means every person’s individual interpretation of the events and how Yuu engages with and reacts to those events may differ wildly. It’s all in good fun, just try to be cognizant of canon vs fanon, as well as others (who may have very different interpretations of the same events and characters).

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