#and so many of the fandom ones seem to have decided they were too good for fandom even when they sort of stayed in it

[laconchadetumadre]

Sorry to rant but

I actually liked kyman when i started getting into South Park because of their dynamic and Cartman's obvious obsession with kyle. I'm a big fan of enemies to lovers too, so Kyman checked all the boxes for me.

However, Gingercow changed my perspective of them. I remember finding this episode in a "Kyman centered episodes" list. I only made it up until the first scene where Cartman farts on Kyle before pausing and just staring at a wall for some time. I didn't finish it, but that scene alone made me so... uncomfortable.

I'm only sharing my first impression of the episode (and i doubt this was even intended on Matt and Trey's part) but it felt like a rape allegory. It felt like Kyle was being raped by Cartman and i couldnt stand to watch it. It wasnt just because of the literal grossness of the scene, but the fact that it was Kyle being forced to submit.

At first, i felt like maybe Matt and Trey were trying to shut down Kyman shippers, so i decided to pretend that the episode didn't happen. I was aware that it had been selected by a shipper as a "Kyman" episode, but i thought it was probably a joke or just a one-time thing, no biggie.

Then the Post Covid specials dropped and a good portion of Kyman shippers blamed Kyle and were upset at him for Cartman's ending. The fact that so many posts dunking on kyle were particularly popular with kyman shippers only made me relate less and less to them. Atp i felt like most kyman shippers only cared about cartman.

After that i couldnt stop noticing how unfair they were to kyle, always expecting him to look out for cartman, to put up with his bullshit while also putting up a fight (to keep up the "sexual tension", ugh) but then calling him bitchy for his reactions to being harassed or saying he has anger issues. I felt like my interpretation of his character was completely different from the majority of Kyman shippers, so i distanced myself from their community and the fandom for a while.

The appeal of kyman to me was that, if cartman were to have a crush on kyle, it kinda gave kyle a little power over him. However, most kyman shippers seem to interpret their relationship similarly to hannigram or other toxic relationships that are romanticized. So, in their eyes, kyle should embrace cartman as he is, cause that's a metaphor for idk homosexuality and eroticisim or something.

All that is fine, really, I fucking love hannigram but thats because they are usually written in a way that empowers will (the victim) over hannibal (the aggressor). They still explore will's "darker" side without trying to justify all the shit hanni puts him through. And, on top of that, unlike kyman, hannibal and will are MEANT to be seen this way. They were written to be interpreted as a toxic romantic couple. Kyle and Cartman, on the other hand, are meant to be comedic and entertaining only.

Im not saying fanon doesnt have the right to exist, but it does bother me when the fandom acts entitled towards the canon. As in, when fans think they could write the story better than the original author. This is particularly annoying with kyman shippers because, as i have explained, they cant even grasp the concept that cartman. wont. change. Not for kyle or anybody else (not even heidi OR YENTL).

just to wrap things up, i obviously do not support or condone any kind of harassment towards kyman shippers and if anybody has comitted or threatened violent actions on them solely for fan wars genuenly get off the internet and go see a therapist. im also aware some kyman shippers follow me and im ok with that! i like kyman fanarts sometimes but i just wanted to share my personal reasons as to why i distance myself from this part of the fandom.

TLDR;

kyman is bad because it is abusive and extremely ooc and kyman shippers are wrong for acting entitled and thinking they know cartman and kyle better than mattrey and the rest of the fandom when they, in fact, do not.  also, dont harass anybody over ships.

I need someone to genuinely explain to me why kyman is bad. I don't ship it a lot or anything but sometimes I like the thought of it ig? like oh yeah a healthy relationship between the two would be kinda neat yk? I 100% agree with the people who say an abusive/ unhealthy relationship between them is gross and proship, but I can genuinely see them being happy together. when they're teens ofc bc cartman obviously has some maturing to do. Just take a look at ass burgers or the end of obesity. they care about each other.

[anghraine]

One of the more peculiar things about my current academic existence is that it's like—

me (to my best friend): It feels kind of strange that I've always had so many ties to people who are much more literary than me. There are all these people I know who keep ending up at "I discovered True Art and now I'm too good for Star Wars" and I'm just thinking, "damn, couldn't be me."

best friend: ...you have a PhD in literature.

me: True, but not their kind of literature!

best friend: It's still a PhD in literature. Do these people have that?

me: Well, hmm, maybe not, technically. But I've never been all that interested in major experiments with form and style—doing that stuff myself or reading the kind of literature that focuses on pushing those boundaries. I've always cared more about popular literature that prioritizes immersion and world building and just getting people to care a lot about characters and plot and such, not the really prestigious stuff.

best friend: You literally teach Shakespeare.

me: Well, I decided not to study the things I love most so they didn't get tainted by academia. And anyway, I still focused on popular literature from my eras. The seventeenth-century stuff I was writing about made a lot of the late Victorians very angry because they thought it was crude and cravenly appealing to unrefined common tastes instead of True Art. The novel in Austen's lifetime was even more of a low-prestige popular form at the time, especially the female-dominated genres, which were most of them, and she took care to identify herself as a woman.

best friend: I know you did get into academia through Tolkien and then didn't study anything close to that.

me: I couldn't let them ruin him for me! And besides, I know that Shakespeare and Austen are about as prestigious as it gets now, but for me they've still got that pop culture media energy, you know? Though sometimes when people make sweeping pronouncements about artistry and literature that don't make sense for anything in English published before 1700, I have to fight the temptation to be ... that person.

best friend, laughing: You mean pulling a well akshually? At least you have the credentials. You could even do it like "well actually, *obnoxious cough* as someone with a PhD in this subject..." now. You spent years earning this! Tell a few people Well Actually as a treat and then go watch Star Wars.

[geodraws04]

Drowning in pain, drowning in pain

Curse in the brain

Take it, please take it away

But it seems you're far too late

So like most in this fandom these gay cookies have a DEATH GRIP on me.

And I’m sure like others, the STELLAR animatic by June aka ActuallyRea to the song “Aishite” fueled them further - myself included :)

So I of course HAD to do some redraws of a few frames! I was originally going to keep the page relatively sketchy but the brainworms got a hold of me and I made it more fleshed out.

I am gripping your cheeks to watch the animatic for yourself it is so good,,,, esp. for my ShadowVanilla enjoyers :>>

💛💛💛

Here are the frames I redrew specifically!

I honestly struggled with figuring out which frames I wanted to redraw because there were so many scenes that could work but the idea of PV and SM doing a puppeteered ballet performance stuck out to me, and since I wasn’t sure which one to do I decided to say fuck it and implement them all in, with the last on being completely colored and the first two being like. Silhouettes? Kinda sorta?

I like the idea of the furthest pose - the one on the upper right corner - is the starting point, then they slowly danced into the pose furthest to the left, and then danced/slid into the front and center pose. Somewhat similar to how they were shown in the original animatic!

💙💙💙

And here’s some other variations of the piece! One without the blue filter, one without the background, and the final one being the sketch I was originally gonna keep it at before going all out.

I never work on full art pieces anymore and usually stick to more shitpost-like drawings and sketches outside of character art, but this was so fun to work on :>

[lenorenevermore99]

Why 457 is actually valid af and not just a "joke" ship

I wanna start this by saying that I'm in no way, shape or form convinced 457 is canon nor I think there will be anything remotely romantic between the two of them in season 3. But people seem to think it's just a joke inside the fandom, while actually, their dynamic is pretty fucking valid and I want to analyze that in this post.

One of the most discussed things (if not the most) when it comes to this ship is the stares.

Some think this is the stare of love, others think In-ho just enjoys seeing him suffer. Well, let me tell you it is neither.

But before we delve into the way In-ho stares at Gi-hun, we first have to go back to talk about Hwang In-ho as a character.

As we know, Hwang In-ho is the Winner of the 2015 Squid Game. He went into the games so he could have the money to treat his sick, pregnant wife, much like Gi-hun who did the same for his sick mother. Both of them won the game, but both of them were too late to save the person they loved from a sad fate.

This lead to In-ho becoming the Frontman. We don't know exactly what happened in the timeframe between him winning and him becoming the Frontman, but we can safely assume that after loosing his wife, In-ho lost faith in humanity. The games have destroyed him, they turned him into the villain he is today.

And the thing is, when he looks at Gi-hun, he sees his past self in him. This was confirmed by both Lee Byung Hun (In-ho's actor) and the director of the show himself.

Or to be more precise, he sees his past self. He sees who he was before the games changed him. And this is what led to his fascination and obsession with Gi-hun, because here's the thing; the games traumatized Gi-hun, but they didn't break his faith and hope in humanity, like they did with In-ho himself.

And this is the thing that, in my view, both fascinates and deeply angers In-ho. Deep inside, subconsciously, he is thinking, "Why were YOU able to retain your hope in humanity? Why were you able to remain a good person when I couldn't?"

In-ho was genuine when he told Gi-hun he wished he'd try to be happy after winning (or to better say, surviving) the games. I find it especially interesting when he tells him "Just pretend it was all a dream."

In-ho wishes he could pretend it was all a dream, but he couldn't. Think about it: he's a billionaire, but he lives in a shitty, small apartment. He doesn't talk to his mother, he doesn't talk to his brother, he doesn't even go visit his wife at the cemetery. Pardon me for borrowing the phrase from The Hunger Games, but he's not living the life of a victor. whether it's because he feels guilty or something else, I guess we'll find out in the next season, but that's not the point. The point is, that In-ho wants Gi-hun to do what he wasn't able to do after he won. He wants him to be happy because he sees himself in Gi-hun.

This is the most important point in this post.

Now I wanna focus on these moments. During the second game, during mingle, and during the lights-out massacre, we see Gi-hun being absolutely destroyed over the players that were killed. He's undoubtedly blaming himself for it. And here we see In-ho staring at him, not with the look of love, not with joy at his suffering, but with sorrow. He's sad for Gi-hun, because he could have spared himself further suffering if he didn't stubbornly decide to go back into the games.

What In-ho is thinking right here, in my view, is; "See? There is no hope. There is nothing you can do. Stop torturing yourself, just give it up already. How much more pain do you have to go through before you give up? Accept you can do nothing and go on with your life. Try to be happy."

Now you might be asking, okay, but what does that have to do with romantic love?

Well let me tell you that these feelings I just described can easily and quickly turn into love.

Many philosophers over the centuries have come to the same conclusion; we see part of ourselves in the people we fall in love with.

"The Front Man believes that Gi-hun is wrong in his way of thinking, but perhaps, he reflects on himself through Gi-hun. He does want to destroy Gi-hun's belief. I felt that a small part of him, unknowingly, might be hoping for Gi-hun's thoughts to be right. And rooting for him in some way."

These words Lee Byung Hun said about In-ho, makes me think of Jacques Lacan's theory in particular (which is a rather complex topic and I will try to summarize as shortly and as simply as I can).

For Lacan, love, at least in the beginning, is essentially a form of narcissism. When we fall in love, we're also falling in love with ourselves. We see ourselves in the other person, but we also see in the other what we subconsciously think we are lacking in ourselves. Which doesn't mean the other person will fix us because, at least according to Lacan, this lack is something that can never actually be "fixed".

And I think that's exactly was is happening with In-ho. He sees in Gi-hun what he's lacking in himself. They were traumatized the same way, but reacted in two completely different manners. In-ho became cruel and disillusioned with humanity, while Gi-hun still believes in humanity and wants to save everyone.

I know that this way, 457 seems like a one-sided kind of love, but that's honestly my personal interpretation of the ship. I think Gi-hun could have fallen for Young-il, for the person In-ho was before the games, if they had more time. But the Frontman In-ho? The person he became after becoming the Frontman? There's no way.

Not all loves are meant to happen, not all lovers get to be lovers. Some are meant to just leave us wondering what could have been. Which is what makes transformative works so fun and interesting! From the canonverse toxic fics to the wholesome alternative universe flower shop fics, I think their dynamic is valid as fuck.

I rest my case.

[reinreingoawayy]

— pointless things

note: i can’t get this out of my head so i had to write it. may i present to you my first offering for the bllk fandom.

rin itoshi x gn!reader | language (just one word) | grown up characters 18+ | fluff | tiny bit of angst if you squint | sfw | i got carried away so might be a little ooc

wc: 1.0k

———

rin itoshi is the type of boyfriend who struggles with communication. he is quite aware of that, and he was very honest with you right from the very start. he knew he had problems with expressing his true feelings and emotions, but he’s determined to make it—the relationship—work.

many would say that rin itoshi is a standoffish and reserved type of person. while that is particularly true, what other people don’t know is that he has a very warm personality, hidden underneath his cold outer shell. he’s the type of person who would do things for you without you asking for them, but also do it in a very discreet way. when he thinks you need a little bit of break after staring at your computer, editing the photos you took of him during one of his games, he would ask if you could go with him for a little jog outside because it’d be a little boring if he goes by himself. you also have a habit of setting aside meal time just so you can finish your work right away. he would order takeout for the both of you. and when you thanked him, he’d say that he ordered a little bit too much and decided to just give it to the hungry people (you) because it’d be such a waste to throw it away.

another thing that other people don't know about him is that he is a very good listener. he doesn't have any problem listening to your rants every day, whether it be about your little inconveniences in the subway during rush hour or you just want to let out your frustrations about the tv series you just finished. he might look like he wasn't listening because of his simple responses like, "mhmm," “oh yeah?” or “that’s crazy,” but rest assured that if you ask him to repeat what you have just said, he could recite every word you uttered, perfectly.

when you two started dating, he was upfront about his issues—one of which is with his brother. you’ve always known that he has some kind of issue with his brother, but that night was the time you found out more about it. there was a hint of anger and pain in his eyes and you knew he was having a hard time to lay it all out to you. you reassured him but he insisted. he wanted this to work out and he knew that the first step is to be open to you.

despite his efforts, you always end up making the first move in terms of communicating. when there were arguments and miscommunication, you were the one initiating to talk it out, so you were surprised when one day, he initiated the conversation when you two had an argument after one of his games. he was confused about why you were giving him the silent treatment after his interview.

“can you please tell me what’s wrong so i know what i’m supposed to do?” he said in a very soft tone that did something inside your stomach. it’s probably that you’re hungry but you just ate a bunch of food during his game. truth is, you were jealous of the girl who interviewed him after the game. the girl was surely beautiful and as you were watching them, you could see in her eyes that the girl liked your boyfriend a lot. you told him that you were fine, but he didn’t buy that and insisted on letting him know. it was a pointless jealousy that’s why you don’t want to tell him about it. you were sure that he was going to give you the ‘are-you-serious’ look on his face when you told him that you were jealous. after a few more persuasive words, you finally gave in.

“fine, i was jealous. are you happy?” you said in defeat, sounding a little bit annoyed.

“jealous? about what?” he asked, confused.

“the girl who interviewed you after your game. she seemed very fond of you,” you said.

there are still traces of confusion on his face with the words you said. you sighed and knew he wouldn’t understand because you, yourself also don’t understand yourself sometimes. you reached out and traced the outline of his face with your fingers, trying to memorize the features of his face, including the littlest ones. you don’t know why you feel strongly possessive of him. the idea of other people finding out how he acts behind his cold demeanor terrifies you. it’s almost like you want his hidden personality only to be reserved for you. you traced the bridge of his nose, his eyes with his thick lashes, the outline of his lips he uses to kiss your anxieties away when he runs out of words to say, his deep green locks that almost cover his eyes.

“can you please enlighten me more?” he said, holding your hand.

“it looks like she really likes you a lot from the way her eyes twinkle when she looks at you. i mean, i know you are a very handsome and attractive man, and it’s hard not to look away but for some reason i get jealous. it’s a me problem, i know. i’m afraid of the thought that what if one day, they find out how much of an amazing person you are behind your arctic exterior? i don’t want—” fuck, you realized you said too much.

he raised his eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. “you don’t want what?”

“nevermind,” you sighed.

“i want to know,” he said, kissing the back of your hand.

“look, rin, it was a pointless jealousy. that’s all.”

“pointless or not, i want it all,” he said and once again, you felt the familiar tingling warmth in your stomach that spreads throughout your body.

“you’re the only one i want, y/n. i only got my eyes on you. but when something bothers you, please tell me even if it’s the most pointless thing in the world,” he added while combing your hair with his fingers. this version of rin is new to you, but you love it. you thought that the good listener version is enough for you, but the communicator version of him is way beyond and you feel lucky to have both.

***

[shysuccubusstuff]

day 25: Hate fucking + Deepthroat + Agoraphilia + Dacryphilia + Gaming + Degradation + (slight) Mindbreak + (slight) DubCon? - Streamer! Kinich

Summary: The streamer company you work for decided to throw a huge party in order to congratulate the great revenue of this year, inviting only the greatest. That included you, as well as that mysterious streamer called Pixel Dragon.

Content: Kinich has this kind of alter ego (Ajaw's personality) when he streams, that is the reason why he's extra mean!! + Non proof-reader, as always.

Word count: 4,5K

Note: I've been trying to end this for so many days but I always ended up burning out so it took me so much time... I didn't even realise that I had written 4K words... Sorry for taking so long, I hope all of you enjoyed this little Kinktober!! I'm already working on some other stuff for different fandoms ♡♡ Stay tuned!

It was November, finally the time in which the great parties for streamers took place. You had been invited, of course, after all, you had been able to remain the top creator during over five months, tightly followed by that gaming streamer, PixelDragon.

The name was a bit cringy, but he had been able to quickly rise to the high rankings thanks to his great skills on many of the different games he had tried, ranging from FPS to soul-like games.

When you finally arrived, you were greeted by the smiling sponsors, taking your hand and guiding you to the darkened room, the place being lightened by the dim red lights. You took a sit close to a masked man, the man moved to the side, allowing you to sit close to him while he checked his phone. You were barely able to imagine the face underneath, his lips shinning under the red lights.

“Are you going to drill my face the whole evening?” The man kept his gaze fixated on his screen, his fingers scrolling down mindlessly.

“How did you even---? Sorry, I was just curious about what you truly looked like under the mask.”

“Well, you are not definitely getting any glimpse if you keep it like this.” He turned off his phone, putting it on his pocket and looking into your eyes, his green orbs glistening as the spotlight moved towards where you were. Outraged, you decided to get up, rapidly taking your stuff before fleeting the scene.

By the time you were back to your usual self, the party had already reached its’ highest peak, with the music booming all over the place and the floor feeling sticky form all the drinks that had been spilled. You threw yourself against one of the many sofas that were laying around the place, suddenly hitting your head against something extremely hard. You turned around annoyed, only to find a red-faced man, his hazed green eyes shinning under the red lights of the club. “Are you ok?” Your words were a bit dragged, your whole mouth feeling a bit funny as you tried to talk as normal. “Do you hear me?” You screamed to his hear, perhaps he wasn’t answering because of the loud music. The man moved to the side, his face looking slightly annoyed.

“I can hear you perfectly, no need to scream.” He furrowed his eyebrows, moving a few strands of hair that were bothering him.

“Who are you? I didn’t see you before during the dinner.” You took out your phone, scanning through the many names of people that had been invited to the party. “I suppose you’re not the one called PixelDragon, am I right? God, that dude seems like such a prick, he’s always flexing about his skills during the collabs, even when we are supposed to be friendly about them, plus, he has been keeping his identity hidden even to his own workmates, I get that he wants to avoid leaks, but it’s not like the rest of us would be such losers, even I, who kind of hates his guts wouldn’t do something so fucking low. He always acts as if he’s far too good for the rest of us and it gets me so pissed off, though, I do have to say that he does have some good points, like his great abilities, or his deep voice, and yeah, his hands may look kind of sexy while smashing the buttons but that’s all, you know?” The alcohol was definitely getting the best of you, as you wouldn’t be able to stop your yapping even if you tried. “Are you listening to me, mister?”

“Yeah, I am. I hate to say it, but this might be a skill issue, like straight up.” The man laughed out-loud, his hand moving a few strands of his hair out of his face.

“Nice one, jackass, real funny. Anyways, how come I missed such a hot dude in the diner? You were def one of the masked ones, right? Promise I won’t leak anything, not like it would benefit me, you know?” You laid your head on one of his shoulders, turning around so you could touch the small part of his chest that was exposed because of his unbuttoned shirt. “Are you trynna get someone to accompany you tonight? You will def get a good one with me, handsome…” You smiled, enjoying how he started to react to your touch.

“You sure get comfortable with some random man, what if I’m some weird sicko that is planning on kidnapping you?” His right hand moved towards your hip, caressing it as his gaze started to darken.

“Then you wouldn’t be here, this place is exclusive for those working for our company, it’s ok, I can find some other dude, don’t wanna pressure you or anything, let’s see each other later, yeah? Next time you should tell me the name of your channel, we could make a collab or something!” You got up, leaving him with his words still in his mouth.

By the time you finally opened your eyes again, you were being taken by the arms of some random man, you quickly struggled, trying to get him to let you go, “Hey, don’t know who the fuck are you, but you’re def not someone I---”, the man put his hand on your mouth, turning on the flashlight on his phone so you could see his face, it was the hot dude at the party.

“Sorry, I saw some weird due trying to take you home, I know I can also be considered a weirdo, but hey, at least we talked, I guess, let me take you to your room, I won’t try anything weird, ok?” Your body relaxed, allowing him to carry your limp body to his room, finally allowing you to lay down on his king size bed.

“Thanks, hot stuff, promise I will compensate you tomorrow…” Just as you were about to drift to sleep, a known voice resonated from the man’s phone, it was that damn PixelDragon. Annoyed, you quickly got up, the nauseas getting to you, forcing you to stop for a second before speaking.

“Why are you listening to that jackass? He thinks he is some kind of big shot just cause the president started to pay more attention to him than to those who have been more time in the company. He may have nice hands and all, together with a real hot voice, but that is all that he has, he ain’t even that good, I mean---”

“You talk too much about him for you to simply hate him, aren’t you like lowkey wishing you knew how he looked? All your yapping about how he isn’t that huge of a streamer makes you seem even more of a fan than those crazy ones that send him his panties and stuff. Bet you want him to finger you with his slender fingers real bad, uh?” Your face flushed, feeling your head even more warm than before.

“You’re def projecting, I don’t want to fuck him or anything like that, why would I want that asshole’s fingers inside me—”

“Oh yeah? Then you will have no issue with that same asshole touching your whole body, uh? I’m sure that you have already imagined it so many fucking times. Tell me, are you really that naïve that you didn’t think eve for a moment that the man with the dragon-like mask was actually PixelDragon? It’s not like the mask that the president gave me was that mysterious, but I suppose that you can’t expect nothing great from an airhead like you, right?” The guy smiled as he started to change his clothes, leaving his jacket, gloves, and his necktie on top of the small desk that was within the room. “How about we do that collab that you wanted so much? Bet you would love to gain some more attention from my viewers, right? I can do a special live, just for you, what do you think?” You stopped for a moment, I mean, you were actually just a masked youtuber, and you were only focused on mature audiences, so, there should be no issue, right? You could probably use the mask he had used during the party. You nodded, crawling out of the bed and getting closer to the setup that he had already built for the duration of the event. “Oh, I forgot, can you plug in the cable under the table? I forgot to do it, but I have to keep on preparing the stream.” Once again, you were simply able to nod, getting on all fours and going under the table.

“Hey, there’s no plug missing or something like that, are you sure---?” You covered your mouth as soon as you heard the sound that marked the beginning of the live. You hit his leg, trying to remind him that you were still under the table, he lowered his gaze, trying to avoid making it much obvious. He smiled wickedly, moving one of his hands towards his trousers, carefully pulling down the zipper of his pants together with his underwear, the tip of his cock being left dangerously close to your mouth.

“So, yeah, we had a small gathering for the company, not that important, now it’s time to finally get back to what truly matters, am I right?” He read some of the comments that were already pilling up, answering with snarky comments to some, while he simply laughed to others. How was he even able to act as if he wasn’t with his cock out? A wicked idea crossed your mind, you could suddenly get out of there, making sure that the viewers were able to see you run out of frame, thus stealing his spotlight even further. That sounded like a great idea, of course, that changed until you realised that this little plan would lead to the boss yelling to both of you. Just as you were about to try and get out, his legs trapped you, causing you to end up almost hitting your face against the raging erection. “Oh guys, wait a sec, I gotta check that everything is in order.” He stopped the live for a second, making sure to disconnect the camera and mic. “Didn’t you want to make a collab?” Your face flushed, you weren’t really sure if it was because of how you felt your blood boiling, or maybe it had much more to do with the fact that his cock looked delicious, his tip flushed with a slight red tint. “If it’s too much for you, you can simply leave, I swear I won’t say anything to no one from the company, not like it would benefit me, right?” He moved to the side, allowing you to leave if you truly wanted to. You were about to do so, but then you realised something. Wasn’t that like admitting defeat against him? He would get the upper hand, making you feel as if you had to be grateful for his “mercy”! Not on your watch, oh no, so you swallowed all the embarrassment that you had been feeling, starting to leave small kisses all over his length. “I supposed so, oh wait, let me help you with a little something.” He got up from his chair, rummaging in his suitcase and then sitting back again, he made a sign for you to turn around, so you did, your ass facing his way. Suddenly, his slender fingers were moving your underwear to the side, a small object being inserted inside your cunt. “There, I hope this can keep my precious slut in place while I work, wait for me.” He waited for you to move back to your place, his eyes filled with a certain sense of superiority.

“Shut up, you’re just making it more difficult for me, keep your mouth shut for a while.” You nagged, trying your best not to stutter as you started to feel the small device starting to move. Just then, you heard how the live started back again.

“I’m back, missed me?” He went back to reading the comments with a playful smile. “Oh, shut up, not like I spent more than a few minutes. K, now let’s try to see who will be able to join the game….” He waited for a few minutes until the results of the online roulette popped up. “Well, congrats, I’ll send you the link to the VC, hope you all are ready.” You listened to him; it was quite impressive how he was able to keep his voice stable despite having your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. “Dude, it must be real sad to see me play almost everyday and most of you are still hard-stucks, sucks to be you, uh?” His snarky comment caused the viewers to get wild, some were praising his skills, while others had gotten truly angered by his remarks, the sound of the flow of comments filled the room. You were just about to smirk at how even his own fan hated him, but your moment of bliss was suddenly stopped as soon as you started to feel how the small vibrator had suddenly moved much more rapidly than before. You clenched the fabric of his shirt, glaring at his extremely satisfied grin. “Anyways, get ready for it, promise me not to cry in the chat, I don’t want my mods to get tired from deleting your comments.” As the game started, you could perfectly hear how he was clearly cleaning the floor with his viewers, this was of course the perfect time to mess him up, right? So you did.

You started to move your tongue, slowly licking on his tip, while sometimes wrapping it over his length, making sure to let out a few noises in case that would actually rile him up, your eyes completely fixed on his face, not noticing even a single frow. If he wanted to play hard to get, then you would simply raise the stakes. You introduced his tip into your mouth, sucking on it as you used one of your hands to masturbate what was still left outside. It was then when one of his eyebrows furrowed, his lips forming a straight line as he tried to keep his mouth closed as best as he could, you were already celebrating your victory over him when you heard the sound that marked the end of his first victory, your head suddenly being pushed further down.

“GGs, next time send someone who is at least as good as me while playing with a stirring wheel. Let’s for the next game, yeah? No need for a break.” The players were once again chosen at random, quickly preparing the next game as one of his hands kept pushing your head, only releasing it when the game finally started. Your eyes were already watering a bit from the difficulty to breath, so you decided to step your little game even more, starting to take his whole length (or at least as much as you were able to manage without feeling as if you were about to throw up. His face quickly flushed, the grip on the mouse starting to strengthen, his jaw clenching and his eyes starting to darken. Despite his clear reaction to you, he was shameless enough to start to buck his hips, forcing his length further inside your mouth, not stopping even as you hit his lower stomach, trying to get him to either slow down his rhythm, or to simply give you a small break. Sadly, none of the choices were given to you, forcing your poor mouth open, his hand sometimes lowering just to carefully caress your hair.

Once again, you were soon able to hear the chat being flooded by comments after the great crushing he had done to his helpless viewers. “I gotta go now, remember to keep on playing so you all can at least hit me with a single bullet next time. See ya.” He quickly turned off the stream, his hands quickly gripping your hair. “Bet you had fun, uh? Sucking my cock while you heard my chat blowing up, pretty sure you must have been wishing they heard you under my desk sucking my cock. You must be fucking dripping, uh? Show me just how much you’re craving it.” He lend you his hand to get up, your legs almost giving up on you as you tried to stand up, his lean arms stopping you from falling. “Oh, I was sure that you were supposed to hate me, didn’t expect you to be the type to fall head over heels, but I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with someone as hot---” His sentence was cut short as soon as you hit him on the stomach with your elbow.

“What the heck is that attitude? You kept on pushing my head against you, next time I will just bite your fucking dick off, bet that would give you more action that you have ever had.” You wiped down your tears, together with the saliva that had been running down your chin. “Why the heck would you even have something so--.” You stopped before ending the sentence, wondering just what would happen if his ego got even bigger.

“So… what? Finish the sentence.” He playfully touched your hair, his big hands petting you as if you were something precious. The heat was starting to rise to your cheeks, so you hit his hand, your gaze moving towards his temporary set.

“What is the code for this mic, pretty sure it’s one of the most expensive ones, right? Bet you must be blowing up your checks uh?” You got close, tinkering a bit with his stuff, moving all that was lying on top of his desk and looking around in case you were able to find a single tip on how was he able to keep his skills on point,  “Man you’re really—”

“Look, I’ve been trying to just act as if nothing is going on, but come on, you’re so bad at acting it’s almost embarrassing. You always walk around with that huge smile on your lips, shaking your hips as if you were trying as hard as possible for all the people around you to lick you from head to toe… You enjoy the attention, right? It gets you so high to feel as if you are better than the rest. Never had anyone show you where you truly belong, guess it’s my duty to do it then.” He took you by the arm, throwing you to the bed with just enough strength for you not to damage yourself. He quickly got on top of you, his body pressing against you as his hands started to get rid of all your clothes, your blouse and your skirt being thrown to the floor, soon followed by your bra and your underwear. “Since you want to behave like a brat, might as well and treat you like one.” He suddenly kissed you, his kiss being filled with hunger, rather than love or lust, he was planning on eating you whole.

“Come on, you’re just saying that to scare me, right? There’s no need for that, just, just let me go for now, I can, I can talk to the boss, you’re just being like this because you’re trying so hard to scare me, I get it, no need to keep this any further, just---” You put your hands on his chest, trying your best to avoid his eyes as they scanned you up and down.

“Open your mouth.” Your sentence was once again cut off, the room being filled with the sound of his clothes falling to the ground close to yours. He crawled, swiftly making his way to your face, his hardened dick facing you. “Do you expect it to suck itself? Open.” He grabbed his cock with one of his hands, the tip of his cock rubbing against your soft lips. You silently opened your mouth, unable to think about anything smart to say because of the current situation. “That’s right, open wide.” He carefully inserted the tip of his cock in your mouth, a deep breath leaving his mouth from the pleasure. “God, you should really consider becoming my own if you decide to leave the YouTube thing… you have such a pretty face and your body is just perfect, I will treat you as a queen, how about it?” His voice kept resonating inside your head, almost sounding a bit too good to pass on it, well the vibrator that was still inside you was definitely not helping you to stay sane. You sank your nails into the palms of your hands, trying to keep your own mind together while he kept on thrusting your mouth. “Just like that, you’re doing so good for me…” Tears once again swelled your eyes, your nails now digging on his abdomen as you tried to get him to let you rest even if it was or a second. “Oh, it seems you’re still able to put up a fight, let’s just change this then.” He finally let you breath, coughing as you were finally able to breath, this didn’t last much more, as you were suddenly lifted by him, then letting you sit on his lap, both of you facing the big mirror that was hanging on the wall. “You just need to realise what position are you on.” He lifted your body for a moment, taking off the vibrator, slowly inserting himself into you.

“Wait! I need a second to…to adjust, it’s difficult to do this without like, actually preparing.” You let him slowly make his way inside of you, finally bottoming out. “Fuck, just what do you even--- Shit…”

“Guess I was finally able to shut that reckless mouth of you, shouldn’t you thank me?” Of course, he just refused to give you even a single moment of peace, always running his mouth even as you were clearly able to feel his cock throbbing.

“Sure, like your dick isn’t barely holding on, you talk so much shit for someone who is balls deep inside me, I may not be able to kill you in the game, but I’m damn sure I will last much longer than your sorry excuse of a dic—” Your words were cut off as soon as he lifted you abruptly, your air leaving your lungs as his tip hit your cervix.

“You really don’t have any fucking clue about when to keep your mouth shut, uh? Always answering back even when I have the upper hand… Fuck.” His hips kept on bucking against you, not stopping even as the veins on his neck pumped up from his effort of not cumming. “This is no use, fuck…” He got up, not before taking the vibrator that had been inside you, his arms still holding you from under your thigs, walking until you were quite close to the mirror. “Look at your fucking face as I make you cum, yeah? Just fucking watch.” His hips started to move again, the position making it impossible for you to grip at anything in fear of him letting you fall, still, you tried to cover your mouth with both of your hands, denying him the possibility of hearing those sweet moans that were leaving your lips. “Cat got your tongue? You’re surprisingly quiet for someone as chatty as you, let’s see if I can fix that.” The rhythm of his thrusts sped up, forcing your eyes to roll to your skull as your insides got rearranged without you being able to do anything about it. Just as you were about to cry from the overstimulation, he suddenly let you stand on your two feet, well, if not because you almost fell face first to the floor, his hands gripped your hips with strength, his fingertips leaving marks on your skin. He took out the egg vibrator he had used previously, rubbing it a bit around your entrance before carefully inserting it inside you, he then decided to play with you a little by gliding his dick up and down, his tip constantly grinding against your clit. Before you were able to say anything, he entered you at once, the stretch making you squeal as your nails once again dug into his skin.

“Sure…Sure talk a lot of crap when you have still been unable to make me cum even once, your dick is so lame—” …Well, you surely had it coming this time, maybe the previous one as well, and well, maybe more times than just the last ones. But you never learnt, apparently.

“Fucking brat, just learn your position!” His last straw had been lost as soon as he saw on one of her streams you had been non-stop laughing at his supposedly small cock and your lack of bitches. He tightened his grip on your hips even further, lifting you from the floor and slamming his hips against your tender ass, your lips parting as those lewd sounds were once again filling the room.

“St-stop! My mind is turning really weird… Give me a second please!” You once again tried to hit him as an attempt to ease the unyielding rhythm he had established. He lowered one of his hands, suddenly levelling up the small roulette that controlled the vibrations, his fingers then moving on to start rubbing your clit, a degenerated smile appearing on his face as he saw your cunt dripping and some of the juices leaving your poor hole each time he slammed himself against you. Your vision was already starting to blurry a bit by the time you felt as if he was giving you even a tiny break, even the, it didn’t seem to have any plan of stopping, not even as you could faintly hear someone’s voice and hits on the wall from the close-by rooms.

You could clearly tell that he was about to cum, his lips bucking from time to time as he tried to keep that relentless rhythm. Just as you thought he was about to cum, he rapidly pulled out, his sperm staining your cheeks and part of your lower back. “You don’t even deserve my cum inside of you, next time you’ll learn how to keep your mouth shut, brat.” He let you down on top of the bed, walking towards one of the small doors that still concealed the rest of the room. Suddenly, he was back, a warm towel being passed around your whole body, his eyes showing a slight sign of concert. “…Name’s Kinich, I forgot to say it, I’m sorry.” …Was that brat really blushing? Fuck, even you were now flushed because of his teasing… Right?

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : A SECOND CHANCE PT.2 : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hwang In-ho x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: Squid Game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Nothing major again! Just someone being very drunk and In-ho being a shy cutie

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: When In-ho finally gathers the courage to call you, you invite him to your workplace, a cozy bar. When he arrives, you both ease into light conversation, gradually learning more about each other. The atmosphere is relaxed until Eun-chan, a lively regular, jumps in to stir things up in his own way.

Previous part

IN-HO WAS SITTING ON HIS BALCONY, smoking a cigarette while he stared at his phone. Should I call her? In-ho sighed at the question he asked himself and took another drag of his cigarette. He thought back to yesterday when he met you in that small convenience store. You were so nice to him. Even while he was acting like a complete idiot, you still smiled at him and wanted to talk to him. And you even gave him your number in the end.

In-ho internally cursed himself for even thinking about calling you. “Don’t do it.” He muttered to himself as he pushed his cigarette out in the small ashtray before making his way back inside.

While In-ho was busy with contemplating whether or not he should call you, you were busy with your job.

“Good afternoon foreign girl” An older man said as he sat down at the the bar counter with a sigh. You looked over your shoulder at the man and a smile appeared on your face.

“Eun-chan, long time no see.” You giggled as you made a small bow with your head and grabbed a glass, ready to make his usual.

“Oh quiet.” Huffed Eun-chan with a slight smirk, knowing damn well that only 24 hours if not less had passed since you last saw each other at the bar.

To make ends meet you decided it would be best to get a job the moment you moved to Seoul. You tried applying to multiple jobs, but as it turned out, it was quite difficult to land a job as a ‘foreigner’. Luckily you stumbled upon a small bar not too far from your apartment where they were more than happy to welcome you in. You had worked there for 6 months now and it was honestly one of the best jobs you’ve ever had.

You had met so many people there. Some customers were nice, some were not, but you still ended up making a lot of new friends, including Eun-chan who was a man in his mid 60’s who visited the bar every day except during the weekends.

“Here you go sir.” You smiled as you placed the glass in front of him. You watched how Eun-Chan took the glass in his hands and took a big sip from it before placing it back on the counter.

“Amazing.” He said with a nod. “Glad to hear.” You said proudly before turning back to the task you were working on before your friend came in, cleaning dishes.

“Don’t you have any classes to go to?” You heard Eun-chan ask as he took another sip from his drink. You looked over your shoulder while shaking your head. “Nope. I don’t have any classes until next week.” You smiled softly.

Yes, besides working at the bar, you also attended university, in hopes of getting a degree in Asian literature.

Eun-chan nodded, “Ah of course, holidays.” You nodded along with him before turning off the tap. You turned back to where Eun-chan was sitting and cleaned the counter with a cloth.

Eun-chan lifted his glass the moment you reached his place and he quirked an eyebrow. “Something is going on with you.” He said bluntly, making you frown as you looked up at him. “What do you mean?” You laughed nervously.

“You seem different. Happy.” He said. “Happy?” You repeated softly. “Yes. More happy than usual. Don’t deny it.” Eun-chan said. “Mhmm interesting.” You chuckled while throwing the dirty cloth in the bin. You started looking around the bar and you soon realized that Eun-chan was your only customer at the moment.

“Are you going to tell me why?” He asked as he folded his arms on the surface in front of him. “Eun-chan!” You laughed while shaking your head.

Eun-chan was about to say something else until your phone went off. You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and looked at the screen. A call.

By an unknown number.

“Who is it?” Asked Eun-chan, trying to look over the counter to see who it was. “I’m not sure.” You said slowly before pressing the answer button. Was it who you thought it was? Who you hoped it was?

“Hello?” You said while staring at Eun-chan. The man gave you a ‘who is it?’ Look which caused you to roll your eyes in a funny way.

“Hey….” A low voice on the other line said. You recognized that voice immediately. “In-ho?” You asked with a slight smile. “Yeah it’s me.” In-ho said awkwardly while clearing his throat.

“Who is it?” Whispered Eun-chan, craning his neck even more. “Shut up!” You whisper yelled at the man, causing him to grunt in annoyance while going back to his drink.

“Sorry?” Said In-ho carefully. “Oh sorry! I didn’t mean you! I was talking to a customer.” You quickly explained while turning around for a bit more privacy.

“A customer?” Questioned In-ho as he sat down on his couch, slightly panicking about the fact that he actually ended up calling you.

“Yeah i’m at work right now.” You said, trying not to smile. “Oh really? Where do you work?” Asked In-ho quietly.

“At a bar near my apartment,” you said, glancing over your shoulder at Eun-chan, who was now watching you like a hawk.

“A bar?” In-ho’s tone shifted slightly. “You serve drinks?”

“Yes, In-ho,” you said with a laugh, “I serve drinks. That’s usually what people do at bars.”

He laughed softly on the other end, the sound low and warm.

“Right. Makes sense.”

Did he just laugh? That is a first. You thought while smiling.

“So,” you teased lightly, “is this just a social call, or…?”

He hesitated again, and you could almost picture him running a hand through his hair. “Do you…have plans tonight?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Are you asking me out, In-ho?”

“No!” he said quickly, his voice almost panicked. “I mean…not like that! I just…never mind.”

You laughed, enjoying his awkwardness. “Relax, I’m kidding. But, if you’re not busy, you should come by the bar. We’ve got a happy hour starting at eight.”

There was a pause, and for a moment, you wondered if you’d overstepped.

“Okay,” he said finally.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said more firmly. “I’ll come.”

Your grin widened. “Perfect. I’ll send you the address.”

“Okay.” Said In-Ho as a small smile appeared on his face. You and In-ho said your goodbyes to each other before hanging up.

“Who the hell was that? You were practically drooling the whole time!” Eun-chan said the moment your phone was back in your pocket. “That’s not true! You couldn’t even see my face!” You scoffed, shrugging it off.

“Come on girl, spit it out.” Eun-chan smirked, ignoring you as he leaned forward on the counter once again. “Eun-chan…” You sighed. “Please?” He asked while holding his hands together like he would during a prayer.

You thought about it for a moment before giving in. “Fine! But no talking in between.”

Eun-chan was grinning like a mad man. “Yes ma’am.”

While you started telling Eun-chan about how you met In-ho the day prior, In-ho was practically having a panic attack about what he had just said yes to.

He sat frozen on his couch, the phone still in his hand. He stared blankly at the floor, replaying the conversation in his mind. Why did I say yes? He hadn’t planned to agree, but somehow, when you laughed and spoke to him so easily, the word had just slipped out. Something about you unsettled him, but not in the way he was used to. It wasn’t fear or discomfort—it was something else. You were different. You didn’t treat him like a puzzle to be solved or a man to be avoided like he was used to. Instead, you spoke to him like he was…normal. And it honestly scared him. Why? Because he felt like he kept inching closer and closer to breaking that one promise he had sworn not to break.

To not fall in love again.

With a frustrated groan, he stood and rubbed his face. What the hell am I doing? He glanced at the clock and realized he had only a few hours before he had to leave. But then another problem hit him: What do I even wear to something like this?

Opening his closet, he stared at the neat rows of dark suits, shirts, and coats. Most of his wardrobe was functional, professional, clothing that didn’t draw attention. He ran a hand over the fabrics, frowning. None of this felt right for meeting you. He wanted to look like someone worth spending time with but not like he’d tried too hard. After several minutes of indecision, he pulled out a simple black button up shirt and jeans, tossing them onto the bed.

Staring at the clothes, he sighed again, pacing the room. Why am I even bothering? But no matter how much he tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter, there still was a small flicker of something deep inside him, curiosity, excitement, or maybe even hope. It had been so long since he felt anything like those things that it actually scared him.

To put it simply, In-ho was terrified.

—🌻—

“Here you go ma’am.” You smiled as you handed a customer her drink before going back to Eun-chan, who was still sitting at the counter.

“It’s quite busy eh?” Eun-chan said, looking around the place. You smiled while nodding. “I love working here when the place is filled with laugher and music.”

It was true. You always enjoyed evenings like these. Seeing all those people being happy and alive, engaging in conversations with each other, it made you feel good about yourself. It actually felt a lot like home. Sure sometimes it stressed you out, but luckily you weren’t alone anymore.

“All good?” Asked Ji-ho, holding his thump up as he handed another customer their drink. You smiled. “all good.” Ji-ho was a colleague and close friend of yours. You two had met on your first workday and hit it off immediately. You were really glad to have Ji-ho as your friend. He was always so kind and funny.

Ji-ho was actually supposed to have a day off today, but when you texted him, saying it was getting a little too busy, he was at the bar within the next 10 minutes. And that pretty much summed up what kind of person Ji-ho is.

“Is your date still coming?” He asked as he looked at Eun-chan before both breaking into a laughing fit.

You pursed your lips while turning to Eun-chan. “You told him!” The older man immediately held up his hands in defeat. “Well…no…It kind of just slipped out.”

You groaned at his response and shook your head. Ji-ho bumped his shoulder against yours while smiling. “Oh come on. It’s not that bad right?”

“It isn’t, because it’s not even a date!” You exclaimed rather loudly before walking away. “I’m going for a smoke.”

Both Eun-chan and Ji-ho watched as you disappeared down the hallway behind the counter, which led to the back of the building, before shrugging it off.

“I should’ve never told Eun-chan about In-ho.” You muttered to yourself as you pushed the back door open and went outside. You grabbed a cigarette from your pack and lit it up. You took a few drags of your cigarette and grabbed your phone from your pocket.

07:50

In-ho could be here any minute. If he hadn’t changed his mind. Am I nervous? You thought about it for a moment. When you met In-ho yesterday, you immediately noticed how handsome he was. Sure he was probably in his late forties or early fifties, but he was still a very attractive man. However that wasn’t the only thing that attracted you to him. When you had looked into his eyes yesterday, you saw something. What was it? Anger? Sadness? Loneliness? You couldn’t put your finger on it which only intrigued you more. Hence why you were rather surprised In-ho agreed to come to the bar. You really wanted to learn more about him, and you hoped that tonight would be the perfect opportunity to do so. Yes I’m definitely nervous. You realized as you threw out your cigarette before going back inside.

“Ji-ho i’m…” You stopped talking when your eyes fell on In-ho who was already seated at the counter.

Talking to Eun-chan.

Oh god…You quickly pulled yourself together before heading towards In-ho.

“There she is.” Grinned Eun-chan as he pointed his head in your direction. In-ho followed his gaze and soon his eyes met with yours.

“You came.” You said, sounding a bit surprised. “I told you I’d come.” In-ho said simply, trying his best to sound nonchalant. “Yeah I know…I just thought you would change your mind.” You chuckled while looking down.

In-ho made a small ‘oh’ sound as he stared at you. Shit what do I say now? He asked himself quickly. Lucky for him, you weren’t done talking.

“I’m glad you came In-ho.” You smiled while making eye contact again. In-ho tried to not show too much expression but failed, and miserably so. “Me too.” He said with a small smile.

What both of you didn’t know was that Eun-chan was grinning like a crazy man as he watched you two, clearly interested in whatever was going on between you and In-ho.

“So what can I get you?” You asked as you cleared your throat. “Whiskey would be good.” In-ho answered as he quickly looked down. “Do you have a specific Whiskey you’d like?”

In-ho shook his head. “Surprise me.”

“Okay.” You smiled as you got to work. Both In-ho and Eun-chan watched closely as you made his drink and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from laughing.

“Here you go.” You exclaimed proudly as you placed the Whiskey in front of In-ho. You watched closely as he took a sip from the glass before nodding his head in approval.

“Perfect.”

You made a small bow with your head before Ji-ho called you, needing you to help him with some customers. “I’ll be right back.” You said quickly before heading to Ji-ho.

“Take your time.” In-ho mumbled while taking another sip of his Whiskey. He tried not to look at you as you worked and Eun-chan noticed.

“She’s really pretty isn’t she?” He smirked slightly. In-ho followed his gaze to you and quickly looked away. “You don’t talk to a lot of women do you?” Asked Eun-chan as he noticed how uncomfortable In-ho seemed.

“Something like that.” In-ho sighed. Eun-chan chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

Before In-ho could say anything else, you had returned to their side of the bar and leaned slightly forward.

“How was your day?” You asked, genuinely seeming to be interested. “It was fine, didn’t do much.” In-ho replied as he tried to get comfortable on his chair.

“No work?” You asked with a smile. “No I had a day off today.” In-ho said as he scratched his face.

“Where do you work?” Chimed Eun-chan in as he placed his chin in the palm of his hand.

In-ho awkwardly turned to Eun-chan and opened his mouth. “I work for a computer company. I mainly deal with network management”

“Here in Seoul?” You asked. In-ho nodded. “Yes the company is based here in the city but I work from home.” You nodded along with his words and smiled. “Sounds really interesting.”

Before In-ho could reply, Eun-chan let out a loud huff before getting on his feet. “I have to pee.” He muttered before blending in with all the people, heading towards the bathroom.

You shook your head at his words. “I think I should apologize for him in advance.” You joked. “He seems…nice.”

“He is! But sometimes he can be a bit….”

“Too much?” In-ho finished for you. You giggled while nodding. “Yeah that’s a good way to describe him.”

In-ho’s lips curled up in a smile. “Is he a regular here?” You hummed. “Yeah. Comes in every day except for the weekends.”

“Wow.” In-ho raised his eyebrows which made you chuckle. “For how long have you been working here?” He asked, slowly feeling a bit more comfortable in this situation.

You thought about his question for a moment. “For about six months? I started here pretty soon after I first arrived in the city.”

“Were you already in Korea before coming to Seoul?” You were pretty surprised at In-ho’s sudden will to talk, but you weren’t complaining.

This was when you opened up to In-ho about your life. You shared your reasons for moving to Korea, where you were originally from, stories about your friends and family, and even your hobbies. In-ho did his best to do the same, though he held back. He couldn’t risk saying too much—he didn’t want to scare you away. Besides, he wasn’t sure if he could trust you yet.

Still, you managed to learn a few things about him. He liked to read, especially classic literature. He had a soft spot for jazz, adored cats but didn’t own one, and enjoyed long walks. He smoked like a chimney—though so did you, so who were you to judge? His favorite drink was whiskey, which didn’t surprise you as you watched him down his glass with ease. Bit by bit, you pieced together little details about him, enough to intrigue you without revealing too much.

The evening passed by like a blur. You really enjoyed talking to In-ho. Sometimes you had to excuse yourself to serve some customers but In-ho didn’t mind. Those moments when you had to make drinks where the times where In-ho could breathe.

In-ho enjoyed talking to you too. You weren’t the only one who was intrigued. In-ho was fascinated by you. He didn’t know why or how, but he was determined to find out, eventually.

“Did you know that….that…ahem did you know that…”

Both you and In-ho turned to Eun-chan who was trying his best to stay upright.

“Eun-chan….” You sighed, already knowing what time it was. “I am not drunk!” Scoffed Eun-chan, knowing what you were thinking.

“Are you sure about that.” Grinned Ji-ho as he walked past. “Asshole.” Muttered Eun-chan while holding up his hand as if to hit someone.

Suddenly Eun-chan’s stair started to shake which led to him losing his balance. Lucky for him, In-ho who was still sitting next to him, was quick to hold him in place by grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Aye let go of me!” Demanded Eun-chan as he shrugged off In-ho’s hands.

“Eun-chan behave!” You scoffed as you sent him a glare. “It’s okay.” In-ho mumbled with a slight chuckle.

“Is it time to take him home?” Asked Ji-ho as he stood behind you with his hands on his hips.

“Yeah I think so…” You sighed while folding your arms. In-ho watched with curiosity as you disappeared into the small hallway to return with your coat in hand.

“I’m really sorry In-ho but I have to take him home.” You said, sounding a bit disappointed that you had to leave him.

In-ho’s eyes widened as he quickly got up from his chair. “I can go with you?” a smile appeared on your face as you put on your coat. “Oh no you don’t have to! Eun-chan’s house is pretty nearby.”

In-ho shook his head. “Still I don’t mind. I’ll go with you. If you will have me of course.” He said the last part a bit quiet, suddenly realizing that he was kind of intruding.

“Okay, thank you.” You smiled. You watched how In-ho grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and put it on. “You don’t have to come back. You’ve worked long enough.” Whispered Ji-ho in your ear before disappearing to help a customer.

“Thank you.” You mouthed to him as he gave you a smile. Luckily the bar had calmed down for the most part. There were only fifteen people left which wasn’t a lot compared to earlier in the evening.

“Let’s go old man.” You smiled as you tapped Eun-chan on the shoulders. “Don’t!” You watched how Eun-chan muttered something under his breath before carefully getting up from his chair and heading towards the entrance of the bar.

“I am really sorry for this.” You sighed, looking at In-ho as you both followed after Eun-chan.

“Don’t be, it’s okay.” In-ho offered you a small smile as he held the door open for you so you could exit the bar.

“Do I really have to go home?” Pouted Eun-chan, looking at you with his big eyes. You chuckled. “Yeah. You’ve had enough to drink for tonight.” The old man groaned in annoyance and started walking in the direction of his apartment.

You and In-ho followed after him, both keeping an eye on the old man to make sure he didn’t trip over.

In-ho suddenly cleared his throat. You glanced at him with curiosity and saw how he opened his mouth. You thought he would say something, but he quickly closed his mouth again.

You tried to bit back your smile as you focused on your feet. “Does this happen a lot?” In-ho suddenly asked, motioning for Eun-chan who was trying his best to stay on his feet.

“Unfortunately, yes.” You answered with a chuckle. In-ho watched you closely. Before he could say anything else, you suddenly made a run for Eun-chan.

“Don’t fall!” You exclaimed loudly as you quickly grabbed Eun-chan by his arm, just moments before he would hit the ground.

“Let go of me you woman!” Eun-chan groaned in frustration. “Shut up!” You spat back with a roll of your eyes. You tried to keep Eun-chan standing but it seemed like he was too heavy for you.

“Here let me.” Said In-ho as he jogged towards the two of you. You watched how he grabbed Eun-chan’s other arm and wrapped it around his neck, taking the man from your hold as he leaned against In-ho.

“Thank you.” You breathed softly. At this point Eun-chan was a slurring mess. In-ho seemed to notice that you were about to apologize again, so he was quick to stop you.

“Don’t apologize again.” He said as he looked at you. You bit your lip as you tried to hide your smile.

“Sorry.” You giggled causing In-ho to give you a stern yet playful look. “Oh shut up.” You laughed as you motioned In-ho to follow you.

After 10 minutes of walking in a comfortable silence except for Eun-chan who sometimes muttered incoherent words, you arrived at his apartment.

“Eun-chan, your keys?” You asked as you looked at the man who was still being hold up by In-ho. “Left pocket.” He grunted.

You sighed as you slid your hand into the left pocket of his coat. You found his keys and turned around to open his door.

You stepped into his small apartment and watched how In-ho and Eun-chan stumbled in after you.

“His bedroom is over there.” You said as you pointed at the back of the hallway. In-ho nodded and headed towards the bedroom.

You followed after them and soon enough Eun-chan was being pushed into his bed by the both of you.

“Get some sleep okay?” You told him as you placed the sheets over his body. “Yeah whatever.” Grunted the old man as he turned around so his back was facing you.

You gave him one last pat on his shoulder before pulling In-ho with you. You left the apartment and locked the door before placing the keys under the doormat.

“He will know where to find them tomorrow.” You told In-ho as he gave you a confused look.

”Shall we go?” You asked softly. In-ho nodded and together the two of you left his apartment complex. When the two of were back on the street you cleared your throat.

“So…”

“Are you hungry?” In-ho asked suddenly. Your head snapped up at his question. “Yeah kinda.” You answered quietly.

“Well let’s go then.” In-ho said as he pulled on the sleeve of your coat, pulling you with him.

“Wait, where are we going?” you asked with a soft chuckle, trying to keep up with In-ho’s pace. He glanced over his shoulder, his expression calm but unreadable. “To get something to eat. You must be starving after your shift,” he said simply before turning his gaze back to the street ahead.

What the hell? you thought, your curiosity piqued as you let him guide you. The two of you walked in comfortable silence for about six minutes until you arrived at a small diner, its neon sign flickering softly against the night sky.

In-ho held the door open for you, and as you stepped inside, the warmth of the diner and the quiet hum of life inside wrapped around you. Something about this felt… different. As you glanced at In-ho, whose face softened under the warm glow of the lights, you couldn’t help but wonder what you were walking into—not just the diner, but with him.

And maybe, just maybe, you were ready to find out.

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All The Reasons We Can

Part 2 of All The Reasons We Can't

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (Lucy's roommate)

Summary: After you move in with Lucy Chen, you show Tim Bradford that some things are worth fighting for, especially when there are plenty of reasons it will work.

Warnings: unspecified age gap (r is younger than Lucy), angst, fluff, banter, spoilers for s6

Word Count: 1.2k+ words

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Tim looks miserable. He seems to think for far too long before he speaks, and you hate that he isn’t enjoying himself. It took weeks to actually go on your first date. Now that you’re here, you can’t decide if he’s regretting agreeing to go out with you, his ex-girlfriend’s best friend and roommate, or if he’s simply worrying about all the reasons he thinks your relationship won’t work.

“Will you be ordering dessert tonight?” the waiter asks.

“Could you give us one moment?” you reply with a smile.

Alone, you look at Tim.

“Do you want dessert?” he murmurs.

“This isn’t working, Tim,” you decide. “Let’s just go.”

Tim nods but doesn’t speak. Internally, he’s convincing himself that you have realized what he originally said – that a relationship between you will never work because too many things are working against you. The age difference, Lucy, and so much that he hasn’t even voiced are all direct threats to what you’re trying to make.

You lead Tim to your car and gesture for him to get in. The drive to your favorite ice cream parlor is silent but not completely awkward, somehow. After you arrive, you order and sit at a quiet booth in the back of the hole-in-the-wall, family-owned restaurant to wait for your desserts.

“You are incredible, Tim,” you begin. “You care about people, and you do what’s best for them even if it hurts you. You’re a great hugger, but that’s not where I’m going with this.”

“Where are you going with this?” he interrupts. “I thought you said this wasn’t working.”

You smile and take Tim’s hand across the table. “The date wasn’t working, Tim. Look, if you’re scared that this won’t happen – that we won’t happen – then it won’t, because your fear and your feelings are going to keep getting in the way. If you’ve decided that you just don’t want to try, we don’t have to.”

“I want to try,” he assures you. “I just… I don’t want to ruin this like I ruined everything else.”

“Then work with me, Tim. Not for me, or against everything else. Work with me.”

Tim nods, and you add, “Besides, you didn’t ruin everything. You’re still gorgeous and have a really cute dog.”

Tim smiles and asks, “And I’m a good hugger, right?”

“The best,” you answer with a wink. “So, if you want to take Lucy’s roommate, I’m inviting you to. I meant what I said before: anything you need, I’m here.”

“You asked how I was when we met,” Tim reminds you. “At that moment, I decided that I was missing something, and it was you. But…”

“You still have feelings for Lucy?” you guess softly.

“No. I will always care about her, but it’s not like it was before. I want you. The risk of losing you too terrifies me.”

You nod and tap your fingers against the table. “Your original concerns were that you’re older than me, that you broke my roommate’s heart, that you kept secrets, almost lost your job, and then some, right?”

Tim nods, and his hand in yours seems to tighten.

“I don’t care that you’re older than me. If anyone else does, they’re jealous of me for landing you.”

“I don’t think-“

“Shh,” you demand playfully. “So, don’t care about the age. You dated my roommate, then dumped her. She’s over it and gave me the go ahead because even she could see that we’re good for each other. Besides, she can get anyone she wants, no offense. And then the whole keeping secrets thing seems completely irrelevant because they’re not secrets anymore, and I’ve only known you for a few weeks. If you’re hiding a family of seven, however, that’s a deal-breaking secret.”

“What about a family of five?” he counters.

“Depends. Are the kids as cute as you?”

Tim smiles and says, “My heart is still telling me yes.”

“And you’re still paying, and I’m still here. I care about you, but that has to be enough. I’m not going to start this relationship if it’s just going to be me comforting you until those reasons get to you and you leave me.”

Tim nods. He understands that kind of bond is not a relationship; it’s a dependency, and it will lead to a lot of unnecessary pain and dispute.

“How many scoops of ice cream do you think they serve each day?” you ask.

“Thousands,” Tim answers. “Why?”

“You listed three specific reasons we can’t be together. There are thousands, if not more, that I can think of proving we can work. But that’s only if we’re willing to try.”

“Did you just compare our future relationship to ice cream scoops?”

“Yes, I did. So, are you ready to get your scoop a little dirty, or are we going to just be friends who share hugs sometimes?”

Someone brings your dessert to your table, and Tim thanks them before he holds your hand again.

“Lucy said she wanted you to be with someone else because you deserve someone you can be yourself with,” you say. “I’d love to be that person, but I think I’d benefit from it a lot more if I got to kiss you.”

“Are you always like this?”

“If by this you mean wonderful, attractive, smart, and practically perfect, then yes,” you joke. “Tim, we work. Tell me you can’t see that and I’ll drop it until you’re ready to see it.”

“I see it,” Tim promises. “Should I start listing the reasons I can see?”

“Let’s just raise a spoon to all of the reasons we can.”

You raise your pink plastic spoon and tap it lightly against Tim’s green one. He smiles at you before taking a bite of his dessert, and your date suddenly becomes perfect.

“You know what I need?” you ask as you exit the ice cream shop hand-in-hand with Tim.

“I couldn’t begin to guess,” he replies honestly.

“Another hug.”

Tim smiles as he spins you back toward him. He hugs you as he had in your kitchen the day you met, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as his head drops toward your shoulder. With your lips beside his ear, you whisper, “Thank you.”

“Where have you been all my life?”

“Wasting time until we met mostly,” you answer. “Which you can thank Lucy for, by the way.”

“No chance,” he argues as he pulls back, wrapping his arm over your shoulders. “She’d never let me forget it.”

“You’re different than I expected,” you admit.

“I’m sure you heard about some of my worst moments, so I’d hope so.”

“No, I mean, I heard about the good, too. But… you’re special, Tim Bradford.”

Tim tilts his chin to the side and raises his brows.

“And you know what I’ve just decided?”

Tim shakes his head, and you raise your hands to cup his cheeks. Pulling yourself against his chest, you angle your moth towards his and whisper, “I’m going to show you just how special you are,” before your lips meet.

Bonus:

Tim’s arms tighten around your waist, and he moves you back gently against the side of the car. Sirens whoop behind him, and you hide your face in his jacket as Lucy rolls the window of the police car down.

“You are so welcome,” she calls. “And I better get all of the details.”

“This is weird,” Tim says, “you know that, right?”

“A lot of perfect things, things that work, are,” you reply, looking through your lashes at him.

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psst. hiii !!! happy to see your recent post on my timeline <33 do whatever you want with this and take your time obviously but could you do yandere headcanons for lego ninjago please ? any character(s), how likely they are to be yanderes, whatever you want to do !!! thank you so much <33 i hope you're having a good day/night !!!

⛅ — oh, no, OH. it's new because I haven't been allowed to choose characters yet, haha.

⛅ — since you've given me a free topic, I decided to dive a little deeper in my minds and write the characters that I see as possible yandere. enjoy!

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YANDERE NINJAGO HEADCANONS/CONCEPT.

— FANDOM: LEGO NINJAGO.

— CHARACTERS: LLOYD GARMADON, JAY WALKER, SONS OF GARMADON (HARUMI, KILLOW, ULTRA VIOLET, MR. E), ACRONIX, MORRO

— ROMANTIC/PLATONIC

— HCS/CONCEPT

— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, I TRIED NOT TO LUMP ALL MY IDEAS TOGETHER ANF LEFT ONLY A FEW CHARACTERS, YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESSED BEHAVIOR, VIOLENCE AND DEATH MENTION, KIDNAPPING MENTION, I'M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIBING VIOLENT SCENES

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⛅ — Let's be honest, any characters can be made yandere if you give them a reason why they became like this, so I could probably write about all the plot characters of ninjago, but I have specific characters in mind.

☆ ┈ To begin with, in my opinion, Lloyd could most likely become a yandere towards you because of all the shit that happened to him. If you've known him for a long time, the older he gets, the worse he feeling about your safety.

☆ ┈ It seems to me that he would have become a yandere for you most likely if you had known him for a long time and were friends with him. He doesn't need many reasons to take care of you, but..

☆ ┈ Remembering how many times he lost his friends and his family...

☆ ┈ Lloyd doesn't want to lose you either.

☆ ┈ He will most likely be paranoid about your safety. People around him are either dying or suffering, and he's terrified that something might happen to you, and even more afraid that it might be his fault.

☆ ┈ I honestly don't see Lloyd as a romantic character. Considering his relationship with Harumi, in my vision, he will no longer be drawn to romantic feelings after that and will try to leave your relationship as friendly.

☆ ┈ If you looked after him when he was still a child, it will only strengthen the platonic bond.

☆ ┈ At first, it's just a slow-moving overprotection, Lloyd won't even realize that he's probably overstepping the mark.

☆ ┈ This is mainly due to the fact that he, as a leader, feels the responsibility to make sure that you are safe, and even here his personal attachment to you has weight.

☆ ┈ As I said before, the further we go through the seasons, the worse it gets for him. Ninjago is not a safe place, something terrible can happen to you in any part of it. Damn, something terrible can happen to you if he's not there for you..

☆ ┈ You won't mind if he stays with you a little longer, right? He just want to make sure that you're fine!

☆ ┈ Lloyd won't tell anyone about his feelings. He is afraid that his excessive concern will strain you and therefore prefers to ignore them, which, accordingly, only makes things worse.

☆ ┈ If one of the villains is planning evil against you, it doesn't matter if it's insults, threats or real harm, Lloyd gets furious. He blindly hits and tear everything he sees in an attempt to "protect you" and somehow express his anger inside.

☆ ┈ Probably, when he calms down, the bones of the person who dared to encroach on you will be ground...

☆ ┈ Can he be hurt anyone? Most likely, yes, but in no case will he try to hurt you. On the contrary, even if he accidentally scratches you, he will apologize to you as if he burned down your house. He can't stand the thought of you feeling unwell, he starts feel unwell, and gloomy ideas appear in his thoughts.

☆ ┈ The other ninjas and Wu are safe too. Lloyd values them, and although he still mentally prefers your company to theirs (he's ashamed to admit it), he's not going to hurt them. In any case, he doesn't believe that any of them could negatively affect your relationship with him.

☆ ┈ He will also not feel hostility towards your friends/family or other people you interact, Lloyd, of course, feels attracted to you, but he does not want to limit your communication.

☆ ┈ People who treat you badly or villains? They are usually simply torn apart by the amount of energy from Lloyd's elemental power..

☆ ┈ He's sometimes scared of his own actions, Lloyd doesn't understand his own feelings, and it tense him.

☆ ┈ For me, Lloyd is not some wild type who kills or hurt many people. If he kills anyone, it will be your enemy, and most likely by accident. Lloyd knows what power he has, and he doesn't want to use it for evil, but he can't always control it.

☆ ┈ Lloyd's behavior doesn't change much with you. You are his good friend, who he is very, very like and care about. Sometimes he can be quiet with you at times when he thinks that his feelings may not be completely normal, but he always pretend that he is thinking about something else.

☆ ┈ Lloyd is not that prone to jealousy. He is not someone who will restrict you in any way as long as it does not pose a potential threat. Simply put, he won't be jealous of you unless you start avoiding him and paying more attention to someone else.

☆ ┈ By the way, Lloyd likes to help you with something, especially with your hobbies. In his eyes, this is a great way to spend time together, besides, you definitely won't mind, right? He just wants to hang out with you.

☆ ┈ To sum up, Lloyd is not one of those yandere that you can be afraid of (but only in my concept, haha). He's more unpredictable than dangerous. He can hurt someone, but mostly he doesn't do it on purpose, but rather because of emotions.

☆ ┈ The harm he causes is mostly physical. Lloyd will not use threats, all the pain he brings is his way of dealing with his feelings for you.

☆ ┈ The only thing that can be bad for you is the way he always convinces both himself and you that you need him. It seems to be manipulation, although he doesn't realize it himself, he just sincerely believes that he has to help you.

☆ ┈ He should protect you, he should be the one who will always be there for you, he should be your support in everything...

☆ ┈ Just trust your friend, okay?

— "Oh?..No, no, it's okay! I was just thinking about something..So, where did you want to go? I was planning to take a walk anyway."

☆ ┈ I don't sure why, but Jay always made me think of him as a possible yandere. Perhaps because of his behavior towards Nya? Who knows.

☆ ┈ In my mind, Jay will be a clingy yandere. Very. When it comes to words, he can't show off his skills, so he prefers to show his feelings with actions.

☆ ┈ Jay can be both platonic and romantic yandere, it will depend on his relationship with Nya, but I will try to keep the line between the two.

☆ ┈ Hugs, harmless touches like shaking hands or just putting a hand on shoulder, he lives by it. Hug him and he will cry with happiness, Jay is really hungry for touch when it comes to you.

☆ ┈ There are two states of Jay: in the first, he just acts like a silly guys who loves joke, that is, most of the time, and the second is his paranoid and aggressive side.

☆ ┈ ..Jay didn't think about his feelings for you, at first. You're just a good friend of his, a little less close to him than Cole. If we move through the seasons, then most likely the turning points could be season 3 (Rebooted), season 6 (Skybound) and Season 14 (Seabound).

★ ┈ If someone read my hcs with Jay, you'll probably notice that I mention Skybound a lot, lol. The reason for this is that this is the only season where Jay was shown in more detail, but we're not talking about that right now, but about the fact that this time I have several moments to build on.

☆ ┈ Jay, it seems to me, is easy to push his feelings to become..twisted. Let's start with Rebooted.

☆ ┈ Jay will feel pretty..depressed. His girlfriend fell in love with his best friend. Best friend. Just thinking that Nya likes Cole more than Jay himself makes him feel unpleasant bile, and he doesn't even know who to lean on. It seems that everyone has their own problems, and no one will listen him-

☆ ┈ And then you're decided to intervene.

☆ ┈ You notice how tensed Jay is getting and decide to support him. For him, it's like a ray of sunshine in the abyss of his own feelings. You joke around with him, even if sometimes it's not funny, try to cheer him up with words, even try to brighten up his days with his interests, like, for example, inviting him to go to a movie with Fritz Donnegan.

☆ ┈ Jay will feel awkward at first. You're doing it..For him? Do you really want him to be better off? He'll have doubts about it, but at some point he'll just decide to stop thinking about it and start clinging to you.

☆ ┈ You start to get closer to Jay, and actually, it helps him. He realizes that the strange possessive thoughts are disappearing, and this makes him relieved..You make him feel better.

☆ ┈ He can't remember feeling so alive for a long time. He didn't even seem to feel so good with Nya. And Jay strives for this feeling to last forever..

☆ ┈ After Zane's death, you will be the only one with whom Jay will try to keep in touch. He doesn't want to think about ninjas or anything that reminded him of what happened...But that doesn't mean he's going to give up on you.

☆ ┈Well, we all know exactly what awaits us next. Skybound.

☆ ┈ This will be the blow to Jay that will probably start to ruin your life from now on.

☆ ┈ He spent every day and night in fear. In fear that something might happen to you if he wasn't around. Jay begins to fear that even if he just leaves you alone for a while, something bad will happen to you.

☆ ┈ Nadakhan most likely locked your soul in Djinn Blade not for the sake of power, but simply to torment Jay. And it's going to drive him crazy. Jay's mind can only perceive 3 things at that moment: The safety of Nya, how much he wants to kill Nadakhan, and how he screwed up in order to protect you.

☆ ┈ How did he let this happen?..He had to make sure that you were safe. He failed.. He should have been there for you, just like when you were there for him at the moment when he needed you.

☆ ┈ He won't make that mistake again.

☆ ┈ From some moment on, Jay changed. You will be one of those who will be the first to notice the changes. It seems he's still the same funny friend of yours, but..Something is definitely wrong.

☆ ┈ He doesn't seem to want to leave you alone. Wherever you are, wherever you go, he wants to be with you. If you or someone else points this out to him, he'll just pout, saying it's just your imagination.

☆ ┈ Jay is not against the idea of stalking. He's ashamed of doing this, but he can't accept the thought that you're in danger without him. There may always be enemies around you! He's not doing this for some perverted pleasure, he's doing it because he's genuinely worried about your safety.

☆ ┈ Unfortunately, his sincere concern is getting creepy.

☆ ┈ Over time, he stops trusting some of the ninjas. Yes, they're his team, his family, but he can't help but shudder at the thought of you leaving him for someone else.

☆ ┈ His relationship with Nya and Cole is the most difficult. Jay no longer understands whether he feels something for Nya or not, his love faltered the moment he found out that Nya is in love with Cole. He sees her as a friend, as a good person, but not his love.

☆ ┈ There is a similar moment with Cole, he remembers how they were friends, and he continues to pretend that they have reconciled, but in his heart he is afraid and envious. The thought of Cole taking you out of Jay's life drives him insane.

☆ ┈ He will finally lose his normal mindset when Nya merged with the ocean. Now he's lost her, forever. Until that moment, he hadn't realized how much he treasured her..

☆ ┈ He promises that everything will be better with you.

☆ ┈ Because of his reputation in the team, Jay does not arouse any suspicion, but believe me, he is dangerous. He doesn't want to hurt his friends, but he can do it if he gets mad.

☆ ┈ He's always suspicious of others. Who says this person doesn't mean you any harm? Jay will keep an eye on those with whom you communicate, but will try not to limit you just not so be suspicious.

☆ ┈ He won't kill anyone, but he can seriously maim and use threats. In the end, who would believe that a silly, good funny blue ninja could threaten someone's life or stalk his best friend? Pfft, nonsense!

☆ ┈ The bags under his eyes? He had insomnia today. Is there a burnt smell around him? Oh, he just made food badly, he'll wash his uniform tomorrow, don't worry. Are you starting to feel like you're being followed? As soon as he is with you, the mysterious stalker immediately disappears! That's right. It's all right.

☆ ┈ Don't pay attention to his shaking hands and excessive clinginess. You're probably just seeing things. By the way, would you like to tell him how are you doing today?

(by the way, I haven't watched Dragon Rising completely, but it would be a good idea if Jay remembered some moments with you because of his obsession and started chasing you, believing that you are his destiny and you can help him remember about his past)

— "I'm glad you're feeling better..I don't know who the creepy guy who's been stalking you lately is, but it's nice to know that I've pushed them away. Maybe we should go out together more often. Well, you know, in the way if they decided to come back.."

☆ ┈ Now, can we talk about that The Sons of Garmadon literally looks like some kind of cult?

☆ ┈ Now, imagine the same, but the gang members worship not only Lord Garmadon.

☆ ┈ Everything will most likely start if you manage to attract Harumi's attention. She will be the instigator of the obsession with you that she will instill in the hearts of the other members of the Sons of Garmadon.

☆ ┈ I guess the highest chance will be if you are a ninja. It is unlikely that she will be interested in an ordinary person, but she will have a special focus on ninjas. Especially if you've ever been involved in killing the Great Devourer, I don't believe that people didn't see the ninja's attempt to confuse the Great Devourer in any way.

☆ ┈ You've rekindled interest in Harumi, and that's her, to be honest..Annoy.

☆ ┈ It's still your fault that the Great Devourer broke into the city, it's your fault that people died..Still, why can't she hate you? Harumi wants to hate you. She really wants to.

☆ ┈ She tries to reassure herself with this, but then she just accepts the fact that you cause her some other feelings. And she wants to know what it is about you, since she feels that you are different from other ninjas.

☆ ┈ Harumi is practically delusional. Her traumatized mind begins to convince her that you saved her. You're not like other ninjas, she knows that! You just need to be led to this idea...

☆ ┈ At the moment when Harumi is on the ninja ship, she is very clingy to you. She uses the image of a princess in trouble to get closer to you, and you sympathize with her, letting her cling to you.

☆ ┈ She is crazy with happiness that she can be so close to you and touch you, and you won't even mind...

☆ ┈ Harumi is sure that your place is with her. What did the residents of Ninjago give you in response to your protection, hm? For several years of protecting this island, almost no one thought about what efforts you were making to do this. Let her show you that she can take care of you!

☆ ┈ She is obsessed with you in every way. She needs your attention, she dreams that you would love her in return, just as she adores you. Harumi can't stand other ninjas, but you? She'll ruin an entire city for you.

☆ ┈ She would probably be possessive, delusional, and self-binding. Her feelings are difficult to describe, it's a terrible mix of love, obsession and dislike.

☆ ┈ The most dangerous thing is that, despite her delusional thoughts, she realizes that her feelings are wrong and she absolutely doesn't care. Harumi believes it's the same love, just a little weird.

☆ ┈ She will not hesitate to do such strange things as collect your personal belongings, clothes, perhaps she would even build a small temple in your honor at the base of the Sons of Garmadon. She had one in the palace, but she had to get rid of it when the servants almost found it.

☆ ┈ Harumi's next step will be that, realizing that most likely the other Sons of the Garmadons will not mind getting rid of you, she begins to instill her obsession with others. Like I said, Harumi delirious a lot, but she's damn smart and knows how to get others to do the same.

☆ ┈ After all, if others love you the same way she loves you, she won't have to get rid of them, right?

☆ ┈ Harumi is easy to jealous, any interaction you have with someone leads her to murderous hatred, she is tolerant only of other generals of the Sons of Garmadon. She is especially angry if you show attention to other ninjas.

☆ ┈ In her princess image, her jealousy manifests itself in self-destruction. Harumi will be hysterical, tearing her hair and scratching her hands till they bleed, crying with anger.

☆ ┈ As Quiet One, she will no longer hold back. Anyone who decides they are worthy of your attention will be beaten and chained until they are tortured to death.

☆ ┈ Ordinary members of the Sons of Garmadon are not allowed to touch you. The only thing they are allowed to do is admire you and show their admiration for you. The generals are the only people who can do whatever they want with you.

☆ ┈ The Sons of Garmadon will suddenly burst into your house and simply grab you to take you to their base. It's going to be scary as hell because no one explains anything to you until you get there.

☆ ┈ By the way, yes, Harumi has successfully managed to inspire others with her faith in you. It's..weird. To watch a crowd of people admire you when they know that they can't interact with you. But hey, she knows exactly how to make you happy!

☆ ┈ Most likely, the first one will succumb to this is Killow.

☆ ┈ Well..Since the Quiet One says that you are a great person, it means that you probably are.

☆ ┈ He's pretty simple when it comes to his feelings. He's a little delusional about what Harumi told him about you, but he still retains the rational part.

☆ ┈ Killow is a big guy and he likes physical contact, so he will be offended if you try to resist his attempts to interact with you. He could wrap his palm around your hands so you couldn't struggle and allow himself to snuggle up to you, rejoicing that he is so close.

☆ ┈ If Harumi considers you to be her possible lover, you're just an idol to Killow. He doesn't really expect much, just that you will be patient with him and allow him to pay attention to you.

☆ ┈ He is actually trying to provide you with a decent life in the standards in which Ninjago City is. Although Harumi and Mr. E mostly take care of you most of the time, Killow also tries to contribute something.

☆ ┈ He will secretly bring you some things that Harumi and Mr. E forbid you, except those that will help you escape, of course.

☆ ┈ Although Killow is gentle with you, he is one of those who would like to threaten you in order to get you to obey. He can threaten you with pain, although this will most likely never be brought to reality, because he won't be able to hit you even if he wanted to, so he usually threatens your family or friends.

☆ ┈ Don't you want to cooperate? Oh, it's a pity, maybe if he pays a little visit to your dear friends in Resistance, you'll change your mind..

☆ ┈ Killow usually teams up with Ultra Violet when it comes to you. They may argue about who should get your attention, but they're more intimidating as a team.

☆ ┈ Ultra Violet was the second one who succumbed to Harumi's ideas. Since you had a hand in killing the Great Devourer..Perhaps you can show yourself from a wilder side?

☆ ┈ We know that Ultra Violet is unstable already, and when Harumi manages to plant the seed of obsession in her mind, it will grow on its own, and very strongly.

☆ ┈ Did Ultra Violet delusional? You will be surprised, but I will say that not complete. Of course, due to her mental state, she believes that you are someone perfect, but she begins to doubt when she sees that you are resisting the attention of the Sons of Garmadon.

☆ ┈ Don't you have to accept them or something if you really need them?..

☆ ┈ She doesn't let doubts show, so probably nothing will change for you.

☆ ┈ Although Harumi has assured you that she is the one who should be with you, Ultra Violet is not going to share. No no, her jealousy is even worse than Harumi's.

☆ ┈ If you show attention to someone in front of her, she will try to attack the one you are spending time with. This usually ends with serious beatings, and in the end, Ultra Violet will simply take you somewhere private.

☆ ┈ If it's another general of the Sons of Garmadon, she won't fight, but she'll take you with her anyway, no matter how other general will complain about it.

☆ ┈ Ultra Violet is the one who likes to express her love in words. Although actually she whispering crazy nonsense while she clings to you, holding a knife to your neck in case you want to resist.

☆ ┈ Ultra Violet is also can harm you, although it usually happens by accident. She doesn't know what normal entertainment is, and therefore suggests brightening up your days with training fights. If she accidentally harms you during one of them, she will most likely not be allowed to see you for a while.

☆ ┈ Of course, she will be ashamed, but this feeling will overshadow the ferocity when you are separated. She always rushes to you if you are away for too long, and her methods of getting to you are not the most peaceful.

☆ ┈ Along with Killow, she is given more limited interactions with you than, for example, with Mr. E. This makes both jealous and they usually unite and loudly argue about who has more privileges. If you get involved in an argument, you will most likely be asked to choose a side. Make a wise choice.

☆ ┈ About him, Mr. E is the only one who is fully aware of delusion of Harumi and all the other Sons of Garmadon.

☆ ┈ ..However, this does not mean that you are safe with him. Although he knows that others are obsessed with you and that you need help, he's not going to give it. On the contrary, to your bad luck, he wants to join their obsession.

☆ ┈ You won't know the reason. Even Harumi, who understands that he was skeptical of her words from the very beginning, does not know why he is attracted to you.

☆ ┈ The motives of Mr. E are complicated, but his intentions are clear: he wants a place in your life, too.

☆ ┈ Among all the generals of the Sons of Garmadon, he is the best option. He is entrusted with making sure that you live in prosperity, and he is actually doing this.

☆ ┈ Mr. E brings your favorite entertainment, the food you like, the clothes you've dreamed of. Simply put, he often gives you things that you want. He is also the one who mostly follows you and then reports to Harumi.

☆ ┈ You think that Mr. E doesn't hide his presence, but trust me, when he wants to be secretive, he makes sure that you don't notice him.

☆ ┈ It is difficult for him to show you his affection, if he has it at all. He doesn't talk to you much, but he can sometimes write you an answer on paper.

☆ ┈ He is also not good at physical contact, because his iron body feels unpleasant, and he does not want to cause you unnecessary discomfort.

☆ ┈ Mr. E is a good listener because he will never mind what you say. Even if you mumble to him about how much you hate one of the other generals, he will never think about it. Go on, tell him anything you want. You know he won't tell anyone anyway.

☆ ┈ Here, Mr. E is not an Echo Zane, he just contains his details. Imagine that some fragment of Echo Zane's consciousness (whatever it was based on) got into the system of Mr. E.

☆ ┈ Maybe that this would contribute to the creation of his obsession. He can protect the weak. You are weak against four generals. So why can't he protect you?

☆ ┈ You see him a lot, probably even more than Harumi. Mr. E serves Lord Garmadon because he was created for this, and the opportunity to do something else seems attractive to him. Is this the feeling that people call love? If that's the case, then he wants more...

☆ ┈ There are four of them. You're alone. And each of them wants your attention only for themselves. Good luck.

☆ ┈ Perhaps it will be a surprise for you to see Acronix here, but he has always inspired me to write him as yandere.

☆ ┈ You can get targeted by being a ninja or just an ordinary technology-savvy person who has been captured by the vermillions in order to work for Hands of Time.

☆ ┈ He will most likely immediately realize that he feels something for you. The reason for this is that Acronix understands that his feelings are strong, and he won't even try to ignore them, no, he's showing you his intentions. But a little later.

☆ ┈ At first, Acronix studies you from afar. It will scare you anyway if he suddenly attacks you with a confession, and he doesn't want to screw up from the very beginning. He can be frivolous, but he's not stupid.

☆ ┈ When he show himself to you, he will try to show you his good side in the hope that it will arouse at least some interest in you. He'll be upset if you don't change your mind about him.

☆ ┈ Does he ever lose interest? Hell, no.

☆ ┈ Acronix seems to realize that his love is sick, but he downplays it as if it were a small thing. So ahead of you are waiting for long attempts to woo you and a strange courtship in an attempt to get to your heart.

☆ ┈ Yes, courtship. Acronix wants your love, but he doesn't want you to fake it, or worse, force you to accept his feelings. He want you to truly love him as much as he loves you.

☆ ┈ Despite this, he may force you to physical contact. He can wait for you to fall in love with him, but he still wants intimacy.

☆ ┈ Grabbing your cheeks abruptly to kiss you or hug you so that you feel like your ribs will break if you try to escape, all this is in his repertoire.

☆ ┈ Oh, he's definitely going to kidnap you. If you are an ordinary person, you will simply be captured by vermillions and brought to his and Krux's lair. If you are a ninja, he will personally want to capture you. Since Acronix has been watching you for a while, he knows quite a lot about you, and he doesn't mind using it.

☆ ┈ As soon as you get there, you will be constantly watched. The only times when Acronix will take his attention away from you are when he is not in the lair or for using his BorgPad, but the second one won't last for long. And when he's not with you, the vermillions will be watching you.

☆ ┈ Krux is absolutely against this obsession of his brother. He doesn't understand why Acronix has such a rush of affection for you, and sometimes it annoys him. However, he won't do anything about it, as he doesn't want to upset the Acronix, but at least he treats you with some respect.

☆ ┈ Acronix will try to create a more cozy atmosphere for you: he will allocate you a separate corner where there will be a bed, a couple of pillows and a few of your favorite items.

☆ ┈ Almost all of the "gifts" from Acronix are stolen, and you may even find a few items from your home. If you ask him about it, he will honestly admit that after your abduction, he broke into your room a couple of times to look for something interesting in your things.

☆ ┈ Acronix tries to be romantic, but he's quite clingy and protective. He doesn't want you to show interest in anyone but him, the only person he allows you to talk to is his brother, and Krux doesn't particularly want to talk to you...

☆ ┈ Usually, the topics of your conversations with Acronix are divided into two topics: about what wonderful technology is, and how you two would look great as a couple.

☆ ┈ He the one who talks most of the time and you don't say anything, but he also likes to ask you sudden questions to make sure you're listening to him. If you don't, he won't be particularly offended, he'll just playfully scold you.

☆ ┈ Acronix will want to take you with him to the Iron Doom, what kind of lover would he be if he left you alone? Although this is also due to the fact that the idea that you could rely only on him sounds attractive to him. After all, if you find yourself in the past, where will you go?

☆ ┈ He's a big fantasist about your relationship. As soon as he sees you, romantic scenes will unfold in his head. Acronix might even think to get married, though he is not sure about it. His priority is just a romantic relationship.

☆ ┈ It's going to be hard with him because you have very little chance of escaping. You are kept tied or shackled and almost always under supervision, and Acronix spends almost all the time with you, so you don't even have time to take a break from it.

☆ ┈ Well, at least you have Cyrus Borg's company..And that's when Acronix isn't around, because he hates it when you focus on others.

☆ ┈ Even if you can get out by yourself or with the help of a ninja, he is always one step ahead, always in the future, where you should be by his side.

☆ ┈ It's not like you have choice anyway. Now, why don't you come a little closer?

— "..Stalked you? Oh no, baby, it was an ordinary walk of two lovers! It's just that only I knew about it."

☆ ┈ Given Morro's personality, it wouldn't be surprising if he had similar feelings for you. He just needs to be given a reason.

☆ ┈ The makings of any feelings may have appeared at the very beginning, when he possesed Lloyd's body. You don't want to hurt your friend, so you refuse to fight, but Morro will take it as you don't want to fight with him.

☆ ┈ He doesn't really like you at first, however, as expected. He doesn't even think much about you, in his eyes you're just a problem that needs to be liquidated. Perhaps your images will pop up in his head from time to time, but he will quickly dismiss them.

☆ ┈ I just live by the idea that Morro would want to stay with Master Wu during the events of Day of the Departed. Traveler's tea can transport him from the Departed Realm, I have always considered this to be the most logical option.

☆ ┈ Most likely, his feelings will appear if you want to give him a second chance. This will even confuse him at first, because he is sure that for all that he has done for Ninjago, you will hate him.

☆ ┈ However, he awkwardly accept your attention. Morro isn't sure if he should have stayed at all, most likely the only reason he's still here is because he wanted to stay with Master Wu.

☆ ┈ The second reason will appear soon..The more time you spend, the more he begins to feel affection for you.

☆ ┈ Morro's biggest problem is that he's not sure about his feelings. The only person he ever loved was Master Wu, and for showing him fatherly love as well. As a result, Morro is not sure if his feelings are romantic or platonic.

☆ ┈ Are these feelings at all, or is he just clinging to your attention, as to the closeness that he has not experienced for many years, being in the Cursed Realm?..

☆ ┈ Whatever it is, Morro likes it. Initially, he would try to forget about his feelings, since he doesn't understand them, but at some point he just gets used to them.

☆ ┈ Morro will not demand your attention, as he believes that he is not worthy of it, but any expressions of sympathy for him increasingly add fuel to his burning hotbed of obsession.

☆ ┈ Morro could start thinking that your relationship could be more than that. He is sure that his feelings are some kind of connection between you, a connection that needs to be developed.

☆ ┈ He dreams of achieving an exemplary relationship with you, it resembles a mixture of family and partner relationships.

☆ ┈ Morro wants to make sure that you know how much he values you, and he's ready to show it. In different ways.

☆ ┈ Morro does not know how to express his love for you. He's too insecure to admit to you that he feels something for you, and physical contact is also difficult. In original series the moment where Nya and Cole hug each other, it was shown that the ghost can become tangible during contact, and Morro takes advantage of this.

☆ ┈ He doesn't want to impose, but sometimes he allows himself to come up to you when you are alone and ask you if he can hug you or take your hand.

☆ ┈ Sometimes Morro comes up with such strange thoughts as, for example, to possess you just to feel you as close as possible. He probably won't be able to look you in the eye for a while, feeling ashamed of it.

☆ ┈ Morro is a controlling and protective type. He basically won't show his obsession in any way, but he's very protective. Literally.

☆ ┈ He is almost always there, wherever you go, he shows a desire to go with you. He'll get upset if you ask him to leave you alone, and he'll either do it or he won't. Depending on how worried he is about you at that moment.

☆ ┈ I doubt that ghosts sleep, but if they do, then they probably sleep very sensitively. Morro often lies around your bed and just listens to the environment around you to make sure you're safe.

☆ ┈ Everything is difficult for Morro with jealousy. Is he jealous? Yes, indeed. He may be tolerant of your closest people, but anyone who says a word about how strange it is that Morro is always with you will immediately end up on his hate list.

☆ ┈ Morro is not against using violence, but only if it would protect you. Of course, he could get rid of a couple of people whom he considers unworthy, but he wants to become a better person, if not for himself, then at least for you..

☆ ┈ When he's with your enemies, he's ferocious. He can offer them to leave peacefully, but if it doesn't work out, he doesn't mind painting his sword in blood. Usually, few people leave alive after skirmishes with him.

☆ ┈ Having a little obsessed ghost by your side could probably be worse. But don't forget that wherever you go, he will always be looking at you.

☆ ┈ He won't ever let you out of his gaze.

☆ ┈ So relax, okay? He will protect you from any hostility.

— "I'm here for you. And always will."

..:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟﾞ｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ🌤

🌤️ — it was good, I hope...funny fact, it was originally supposed to be a yandere blog, but I decided to make it just a writer-random blog.

🌤️ — btw, I left the requests open so, hey??? anyone??? I am free for now :'D

🌤️ — welp, hope you like it! have a good day, see you later ☆

[greeniegirl23]

Feels Like The Very First Time (ft. Sub Alastor!)

(Minors, don't interact! Go mop the floor!! >:( P.S. I feel like we as a fandom need to experiment more with Virgin Alastor, I love this idea of slowly introducing him into sex. :3)

A year and three months. That's roughly about how long you and Alastor had been dating. It started out as a partnership before blossoming into something more. You found flowers at your personal office in the hotel for a while until Alastor finally worked up the nerve to even ask you to dinner.

Courting The Radio Demon was nice, he was tall and handsome, sure, but he was also a really good listener and tended to give sound advice despite his skills of deception. Essentially he treated you like a Queen and you practically wanted for nothing.

That is, until you decided you both were ready to elevate your relationship in a more intimate manner.

Alastor, of course opted to take the role of being dominant as long as you could take such a major transition slowly. Starting small with extra kisses on the lips, teasing touches here or there, and eventually full blown make out sessions. Alastor tried, you know he really did but ultimately always ended up ruining the mood via happy little accidents.

He tried to cradle your body only to scratch you enough to cause pain, the bad kind of pain that made him have to stop and tend to your wounds. You told him it was okay and that you could try again another time. Okay, he could do that. Cradling didn't work so he thought to try love bites. Everything was going well until the taste of your blood made his cannibal instincts kick in, resulting in him biting the shit out of you. He apologized to you for a week and a day after giving you light first aid. Fuck, alright.

Maybe if he tried to hold you with the pads of his fingers instead of his claws? It was going well, amazing even! He managed to work adorable whimpers from your lips, pinning you down on the bed while giving you proper hickies on your skin when all of a sudden you started laughing because surprise, surprise! This little darling is ticklish.

No matter how many times Alastor tried to pretend it didn't bother him but you could see through his lies as his confidence seemed to diminish. Every time you tried to encourage or initiate a moment, he had an excuse ready to throw on the table to skedaddle out of the situation as fast as possible. If you tried to talk to him about it, he would tell you he was fine and quickly change the topic to something else. It didn't help that he was slightly embarrassed for being a virgin as well, but he was too proud to ask for advice from anyone much less admit to such a thing. One day you decided you had enough of this loonicy and that you were gonna take control. A sense of determination overcame your person.

You were so going to do this!!

Starting simple with your beloved, you essentially did everything he did, without the screw ups of course. Keeping everything light, loose, and loving you eventually made it to where he was comfortable with him making out with you in bed again. Then as it got more heated, you slowly meandered your way on top of him. Breaking the kiss, he was surprised to say the least.

"..Darling?" He questioned, with one eyebrow raised and a puppy dog tilt to his head. You silenced his query with a flat response. "Do you trust me?"

He hesitated, but eventually gave you a small nod in confirmation. Giving him a quick peck on the lips you silently promised to take care of him. "If you need me to stop, just say the word."

It didn't take long for you to find his weak spots. Behind his ears, the back of his neck, the base of his tail, his chest underneath all the deer fluff.

Soon enough he was practically puddy in your hands with a fairly sized tent in his pants that you had been teasing lightly. Grinding yourself nice and slowly against him.

It was interesting really. Your big bad Radio Demon was reduced to a huffing, blushing, panting mess. Right now though, he was your Mona Lisa and he was fucking beautiful. You made sure you made him frustrated, just enough to move his hips against yours in a desperate attempt for relief.

With a swift movement of your body, you ended up on your knees in front of him, taking your time to work his pants and boxers off. You wasted no time popping the tip of his length. A bitter, salty taste of his precum bloomed on your tongue. Taking half of him into your mouth, you gave him careful licks and purposeful sucks. All though you did keep it light in order not to make him too overwhelmed.

Unsurprising to you, he didn't exactly moan, but he did groan in a unique radio-esqe way. His other sounds were the same way, being a product of his radio abilities. His internal dials flipped through stations that played fuzzy gibbering from long ago. Long ears were pinned back, and his smile was struggling to stay up with every move of your lips.

Immediately you knew when you hit the spot, when he jolted rather aggressively. Letting out a small ‘agh!’. Grabbing the sheets on the bed until the stuffing spilled out, static jibbering became straight up interference and the buzzing noises spiked in volume.

"Please!.. Darling--...--I need...!" He somehow pulled together voices from different stations to form coherent thoughts, rendering Alastor into a form of speechlessness in his own way. A rare form for him.

"Are you sure you're ready?" You asked teasingly. Pulling away from him while rubbing his tip with the soft pad of your thumb.

"Yes!!" A loud screech with a male voice echoed in the room.

Reluctantly pulling away from him, you licked your lips to savor his taste and gave him a minute to breathe as you removed your panties, before seating yourself back into his lap, trying not to moan as your sex made beautiful friction with his.

Alastor could feel the small river of slickness that was slowly covering his length. You were teasing him like the sly girl you were and just as he was about to protest, a rather pleasant warmth slowly wrapping around him. “Damn woman…” he thought. Clenching his teeth together as you sunk down on him further and further, until your hips were flush with one another.

You'd be lying if you said the way he seized and twitched didn't bring a puff of pride to your chest. The way he closed his eyes and sighed, the few whimpers that he did let out made you clench around him. The selfish thought of shattering his pelvis with your hips until you milked him for all he was worth crossed your mind, but you shook it away because of your promise. Perhaps another day you could do that. Your eyelids fluttered as the top of his length nestled snugly against your cervix, moaning at the sensation. Fuck you had been waiting for this..More lengthy than girthy, he fit damn their perfectly inside your walls.

You rolled your hips to test his reaction, he seemed perfectly fine, egar if you will.

Taking that as a green light to keep going, you started at a slow pace that didn't require too much work from either of you. You could hear the soft clicks from where you were intertwined, blushing from such lewd sounds but being happy that you but finally, finally getting the release of pent up emotions you had for Alastor after so long. You didn't mind all the other things he did for you to make you feel loved, but this was different. This was trust and vulnerability in its purest form, you felt flattered that he'd let you put him in such a position, much less have complete control over said situation.

It didn't take long for you to speed up, riding him in the most passionate way you could. Peppering his face with kisses, his neck with hickeys, and using your hand to explore his broad shoulders and lean built torso.

Alastor wasn't slacking off either, it was adorable to see him try to mimic what you were doing. Being mindful of his claws, he placed his hands on your hips and started to experimentally thrust upwards, receiving beautiful moans from you in return from the pressure. He felt alive and alert, everything was on fire in the best way possible. Pleasure burned in his stomach as he knew what was coming but he didn't want it to end so soon. You both had just gotten started!

He twitched aggressively inside you. It was obvious he was trying to hold himself back from cumming so soon but you weren't going to let that happen. Wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning against his body for more leverage, you started bouncing off of his lap at a hard pace. His radio static spiked to a very high pitch and you could have sworn you heard him shout your name. His hands gripped your sides and left deep scratches in their wake but you didn't care, you were going to make him bust a nut if it was the last thing you did, you had enough of this constant holding back nonsense.

You moaned in his ear. The change in position allowed his skin to run against your clit in a satisfactory way, bringing you closer and closer to your high as well. Skin slapped against skin and you knew he was so close by the way he started to desperately move on his own, thrusting while still letting off a thick buzz of radio interference. Suddenly a sharp microphone screech omitted from Alastor's person, his body tensed entirely as he shot rope after rope of his cum directly to the deepest part of you. Throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, almost as if what he was feeling was too much for him.

It felt good to have that warm and filling feeling inside you. It felt good to watch your lover fall apart at the seams when he was usually so composed. You'd never forget the sight of his face, the smell of his sweat, or the beautiful sounds he made while you slowly brought him down from cloud 9.

Despite the fact that he came quick you were more happy that you made him cum at all. Crimson talons grew lax around your waist while the results from your bold attitude proceeded to form a white ring around the base of Alastor's pelvis. Lazily he rolled his hips into yours, just to get those last few sparks of absolute pleasure before the feeling died out completely.

After he remembered where he was and what year he was in, Alastor’s jaw hung open for a moment as he swallowed thickly. Slowly, he held his head up and with a few deep breaths he spoke using his mouth again. “You didn't..I..couldn't..--”

“Shhh, it's okay.” You cooed. “It was your first time. I'm not mad.” Alastor slowly shook his head, still huffing and puffing. His voice didn't hold his usual Transatlantic accent at the moment, instead you were blessed with hearing a rare but old Southern drawl. “That isn't fair to you.”

“I say it is. I had fun making you feel good, I know how your mistakes were making you feel somewhat insecure…”

Crimson eyes turned away from your own as a faint red dusted his cheeks. There was no use in trying to convince you into letting him help you, the look in your eye told him you had already made up your mind and that he was the priority when it should have been the reverse.

He should have been the one holding you, caressing every inch of you without messing up. Kissing you in the most intimate places until you came undone by his hands and calling his name to the high heavens.

Alastor's thoughts were cut short when you pressed the back of his head into your bosom. Gently scratching behind his ears and kissing his forehead with a giggle. “Stop thinking and cuddle me..”

His ears twitched from the contact. Wanting to object to the demand, he decided it was pointless and instead leaned back into the pillows at the head of his king sized mattress. Exhaustion overtook your body as you began to get sleepy, nuzzling against Alastor's warmth you mumbled. “I love you Alastor..”

“I adore you as well darling,” He paused. “Wouldn't you prefer it if I removed myself from you.”

“Nuh uh.” You hummed. “It's just fine where it is..”

[demonicbaby666]

Territorial

One shot | Supergirl Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Kara Danvers x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.9k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, jealousy, fingering, semi-public sex

Summary: Attending an event with Kara seemed a good idea. It had never been an issue in the past, but when she returns from mingling to find you enjoying the company of another guest, things take an interesting turn.

A/n: I want to say that I've thoroughly proofread this, but I cannot because I am lazy and also not motivated enough to do that :)

Kara didn't want to leave you. On the drive over to the reporter's gala, you'd heard her say just that, even if you were the slightest bit distracted by how her muscles bulged under the sleeves of her blazer. 

She knew you were no social butterfly and had sworn to stay by your side when you needed a breather from small talk and scheming questions—a hero even when she shed her cape. You'd tried to reason with her, explain you were not a child, that you'd be fine alone. Alas, it proved useless. She wasn't having it. 

However, that was the drive over when Kara had yet to be faced with renowned reporters, endless opportunities for stories and the chance to fill a whole page, front and back, with media contacts. So, when the time came, you were proud to admit you succeeded in swaying your girlfriend to do all the things you knew she was most looking forward to with a "Please don't let me stop you. I had been wanting to check out the bar anyway." 

You did receive a dejected look from Kara as she was dragged away, one that reminded you of a little lost pup. That wasn't entirely a pleasant sight, but when you arrived at a too-tall bar stool and peeked over your shoulder, you were happy to note Kara was lost in conversation. The twinkle in her eyes she only got when intrigue grew and questions were formed was bright as ever. She was utterly consumed. It was a happy sight. A sight that, mixed with alcohol, made your chest flush a little too hot for liking. 

Time ticked by, and for a while, it was okay. You watched Kara move around, go from person to person, nursing your drink between glances and taking in the room decor. The thought of joining her did cross your mind but was quickly stored away when you realised how hard it would be to reach the blonde across the ocean of bodies. Better to sit tight and save yourself the trouble. 

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the event hall grew too loud. Not loud from rowdy patrons or blasting music. The accumulation of too many polite voices and clattering sounds combined to form a monotonous hum was what was beginning to drive you crazy. You waited. And you waited. And you waited some more. You waited for as long as you could, feeling more and more how your cheeks began to burn until it got a little too much, and you found your way outside to the stone stairs of the grand entrance, heart beating a little too fast for your liking.

That was where Kara found you. She'd wrapped up her conversations as fast as possible, asking and answering rapid-fire questions, absorbing every bit of knowledge offered while keeping track of the time. It couldn't be helped that now and again, she lost herself in stories that she imagined would one day be hers. She knew you'd understand. But then, too much time had passed, and she knew it as she hurried over to the bar, already panicked about how best to apologise for leaving you alone for so long. 

By the time she did find you, after discovering the bar vacant, her worries were gone, and Kara was joyous to finally be so close to you again that she could smell your perfume. The stories she'd heard were waiting on the tip of her tongue to be regurgitated, along with an apology kiss, which she had decided was the foolproof option on the walk over. However, when she turned a corner and finally saw your unmistakable figure, she did not expect to find you with company. More so, she did not expect a pristine blazer that was not hers to be wrapped around you, keeping you warm from the evening's light breeze. 

Watching from a close distance, Kara could see it. She could hear it pierce her ears—the bitter sound of laughter. You were smiling, listening attentively to what this random woman spewed at you, and it drove Kara crazy, filled her veins with fire, and turned her knuckles white. She hated this part of herself, the wiry-clawed green-eyed monster that came out so often around you. She'd been pushing it down all evening, all week, hell, your whole relationship, whenever she saw someone's eyes linger on your figure too long. But this, whatever was happening between you and this woman, was, for some reason, Kara's last straw. 

"It's freezing." She strode over, steps heavy, tone sharp as she announced her presence.

It was, in fact, not freezing, and you were about to mention that as you turned to greet Kara, but the second you saw her stony expression, you decided otherwise. 

"Kara, it's so nice to finally meet you," the woman beside you said, extending her arm to the blonde with a warm, charismatic smile. "Andrea." 

The reporter outright ignored the greeting, stared at Andrea with flared nostrils and then back to you, her eyes softening only a smidge. You hated to say it, even if it was just to yourself, but something about seeing Kara this way deeply affected you. Of course, you loved sweet Kara, the Kara that would never be able not to help, the Kara that left a trail of sunshine behind her as she walked, the Kara that giggled at double entendres, and that's what she said jokes. But this Kara, fierce, protective and territorial Kara, the Kara that would crack someone's neck if they looked at you the wrong way, throw them over the side of a building if they even thought to touch you, drove you mad with undying lust. 

"Why are you out here?" your girlfriend asked, snapping you out of your daze. Her eyes grew smaller, and her lips thinned as she stared at the blazer still around your shoulders. 

Sensing her hostility and heavy eyes, you got the hint. Well, it was less of a hint than a blaring alarm. Nonetheless, you understood. "I got a bit hot inside, that's all," you calmly answered, beginning to shrug off the satin jacket that seemed to be Kara's new adversary lest she burn a hole right through it. 

"Nice seeing you, Andrea," Kara said dryly, sporting a sarky smile as she took the blazer off your shoulder and handed it back. "I'll be taking my girlfriend inside now."

With an arm hooked around your waist, you were ushered inside, unsure what the hell had just happened until it was too late to turn around and apologise for Kara's out-of-character behaviour. 

"Did you have to be so rude?" you whispered. "She was only being nice." 

Kara was indifferent, her face expressionless. "I thought you didn't want to socialise," she finally said, manoeuvring past groups of chattering clusters. 

"She approached me. It would have been rude to ignore her," you tried to reason.

"The blazer?" Kara countered, nails digging into you so hard you felt them pierce the silk material of your dress, forcing you to choke down a whimper. 

There were so many things you could have said, so many things you should have said. You could have given Kara one of the many valid reasons you had at your disposal. But no, you did nothing of the sort. Seeing Kara this pissed off, even if she was trying to hide the true extent of it, was absolutely divine, and you wanted it to last. 

Leaning over to her ear, keeping up with her quick pace on your tippy toes, you sultrily whispered, "I was chilly, and she offered to keep warm." 

Kara halted, standing stark still in the middle of a desolate hallway. You saw her jaw lock, the way her veins in her neck bulged. Her eyes, shining a scorching shade of blue, looked off into the distance, and that was when Kara truly lost herself to silent rage. 

When her feet started moving again, no words were spoken. She only pushed you down the corridor and then to the left, each step growing more daunting as the woman beside you remained stoic. You started to consider that perhaps you had gone too far. 

"Kara, I-" you tried but were cut off by the force of Kara roughly shoving you inside a side room. With no warning, your body was slammed against the back of the door, forcing it shut with a bang that echoed in your ears, its remnants reduced to a faint buzz. 

Kara had kept her hands on your waist, body a safe distance away as her azure eyes roamed your face in rapid intervals, eventually landing on your lips. 

"Do you need a reminder?" she snapped. 

Fidgeting and momentarily adverse to maintaining eye contact, you looked around at the collection of coats, studying all the colours, all the various items poking out of pockets, and the occasional umbrella brought in by the wary, inherently failing to answer Kara's vague question. 

The quiet grew to be biting; its teeth gnawed away at your confidence until breathing became almost impossible. Thankfully, the room itself was chilled, air circulating well enough to ensure that dust particles and the distinct smell of dampness would not stick to the fabric. Only two windows painted the room, both of which were located to your right, one jammed shut with rust and debris, the other slightly ajar. And as grating seconds passed like hours, and eyes locked onto you, hot breath rained down on you, the timid breeze that began to sweep in through the small crack of that old window became your new best friend. 

You focused on it as you looked to the floor and watched your toes curl. You heard its high-pitched whistles alongside the squeaking leather of your shoes, and you felt its light fingers caress your flushed cheeks just enough to dull your panic to a manageable seven. 

Of course, this did not last long. Your senses eventually found you, and you remembered the lingering question dancing in the air and the unhappy blonde who deserved an apology. But it was too late. For the second time that evening, you concluded that you'd pushed your girlfriend too far. 

Your punishment was a hand coiling around your throat, calloused fingers threatening to mark you with blotchy bruises but not daring to squeeze hard enough to hurt. Beneath the firm grip, you closed your eyes, frustrated with how painstakingly annoying it was to have something so wrong feel so good. So fucking good you were struggling to hold in a moan. 

"Do you need a reminder that you're mine?" Kara calmly asked, fractionally squeezing just that little bit tighter to force out a strained whimper. Her pupils were blown wide, dark whirls of something foreign polluting the bright shine of her irises. 

Distant music seeped in, filling the silence between rapid breaths. Eyes sharpened their focus on one another, studying the new hues of lust, committing the new palettes to memory for lonely nights. Then came the slip—your submission offered with one last shuddering breath and the slow close of your eyelids, and Kara, sharp as a whistle, acted accordingly. Her lips, soft yet bruising, devoured you at a moment's notice, pulling you in with deceiving memories and false promises, only to demolish them with biting nips and trailing scratches. She tasted of pure possession, each slide of her tongue more demanding than the last. 

She wanted control, and you happily gave it over. 

Kara pulled back, beginning to plant kisses from your mouth down to your neck. She drew you into her mouth, sucking hard enough to have surely left a mark, and you'd have cared if it weren't for the svelte fingers shamelessly working under your dress, rising to the juncture between your thighs to tease your clothed cunt with light touches. 

There was no remorse when your shivers were felt, when your pitiful rendition of a beg was heard or when your hips started to grind down in desperation. The reporter was hell-bent on prolonging the torture. 

Hand on the underside of your knee, Kara encouraged you to wrap a leg around her waist. She hauled it up as if it weighed nothing and held it in place, momentarily allowing you to find some needed friction along the column of her toned stomach. It was then you realised why Kara wanted you to have some leverage. Savagely, your underwear was torn, fabric protesting louder than you did in fear you'd anger your tyrant and be deemed unworthy of her illustrious treatment.

"I want them to hear you," Kara drawled, dipping the tip of her finger inside you. "Hear that you belong to me." 

Instructions clear, she thrust three fingers into your welcoming pussy and began fucking into you at an unforgiving pace. There were no words to describe the ecstasy that was being stretched so abruptly it almost hurt, so you settled for a silent cry instead, gripping onto muscled shoulders for leverage. 

It stung when Kara pushed harder and moved faster, but the tendrils of pleasure did not lessen, circulating through your body and bubbling in your stomach, so you endured. 

Your moans were carrying, spilling out of the room to ricochet and bounce around the high-panelled ceiling and walls of the corridor. The occasional gasp that did reach your ears left you desperately wanting to be ashamed, to do the sensible thing and tell Kara to stop. The embarrassment of exiting the cloakroom and coming face-to-face with the many people who knew exactly what had happened was enough for you to listen to your rational mind. But what remained stronger was the need to chase your impending orgasm. 

That's what made forgetting so easy—the vehement need for ownership being met, even if it was being done in such a precarious place. It's probably why you didn't stop the following words from coming out of your mouth.

"Yours." You wanted her to know. Hell, you wanted everyone to know. So you kept saying it, over and over, louder and louder. "Yours yours, yours, only yours." 

All you could do was continue to pull Kara in, clenching around her fingers, and beg her to go impossibly deeper with the firm grip of your leg and crackling cries. Soon enough, there was no need for Kara to hold you close; you were stuck to her like glue, and the blonde chose to take full advantage.

Her hand lay flat on the wall to gain some leverage, her fingers starting to move so fast they felt like they were vibrating. Soft kisses along your throat became harsh, teeth latching onto skin repeatedly, mercy momentarily shown with soothing slides of a slickened tongue. In the back of your mind, you knew what was happening. The reporter was marking you as hers, and when you left that tiny room, there would be no mistaking it. In the upcoming days, she wanted you to see the bruises staring back at you in the mirror, a warning for you never to forget. Hers. 

"Mine," Kara growled, her voice raspy. 

Your chest was rising and falling alarmingly, your breath short, and your lungs exerted. Everything was moving so fast you scarcely noticed Kara place her thumb over your clit till it was too late, and all that was left to do was gasp so heavily your lungs felt like they may burst. 

With the duel stimulation came the lack of awareness, and it seemed, even for Kara, your volume was rising to a level that would amass too much attention. Her lips found yours, and muffling your cries, she drove her tongue into your mouth.

Her thumb continually ran in circles, each drawing you closer. Your stomach was so tense it felt painful. Still, the persistent waves of satisfaction were worth the strain, and unsurprisingly, in little to no time, you felt the inevitable crest of your orgasm, releasing an open-mouthed gasp against velvet lips. 

You came with a silent cry, your head thrown back and slamming against the wall, forcing Kara to separate her lips from yours. She watched you fall apart in awe, milking you for you had till you were shaking so badly you could scarcely hold yourself up. 

"Keep holding onto me," she whispered, and you obeyed, wrapping your hands around her neck, breathing heavily and dropping your head to her shoulder. With a delicate kiss on your temple, Kara slowed her fingers down to languish thrusts and placed her hand over your ass, taking the majority of your weight. "I've got you." 

Assured there was no chance you would collapse, Kara kept going, continually pulling meek whimpers from you with every curl of her fingers. It felt like your orgasm was never-ending, waves of full-bodied pleasure rippling through your system over and over, burrowing into your skin till it felt like you were on fire. Finally, when a grimace replaced the gratified smile you wore and your moans began to sound more wounded, she stilled, slowly withdrawing from you. 

Weakly looking up, you watched Kara bring her fingers into her mouth and sample your unique taste. Her eyes fluttered shut as the familiar tangy nectar coated her tongue, and a satisfied hum vibrated in her throat. 

Head falling forward, knees still shaky, mind certain, you whispered the only thing that seemed to be running through your head, "Yours." 

Lips to your temple, Kara happily muffled her confirmation, "Mine."

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The Willows Never Stopped Weeping for You

Pairing-Tyler Owens x female OC (Olivia Wright)

Warnings- language, drinking, angst, death, injury, smut

Summary- Olivia let Tyler go to carry out his dreams, but broke his heart in the process. What happens when in the wreckage of a little small town he learns the real reason she left him, and how do they repair it?

A/N- we back at it again on the angst train, third week in a row lol!! I really loved this one, twisters was so good and I am excited to start writing for the fandom! As always, like, comment, reblog anything to let me know what you think!

“We’ve gotta get the hell out of dodge, we can’t sit here any longer Ty!” Dani is panicked, sweat dripping from their brow as they tremble, eyes wild and afraid of what will happen if they don’t make it out.

“I can’t- I can’t leave without her goddamnit and you know it, go ahead of me, you gotta trust me! We will make it out of here, get everyone to safety Dan, I’m serious get the hell out of here!” He yells over the roar of the wind, shoving them towards the rv and as much as it pains the crew, they know Tyler would die in this storm before he ever left Olivia behind. She was his everything, he’d loved her his whole life, and even if things were broken between them he would die a thousand times over to make sure she was safe.

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The crew had been up and down the state the past few weeks, working together with Javi and his crew to test out Kate’s theory and it had been one hell of a ride. They’d mostly been able to help keep the damage to a minimum, but as always with storms like these it was always a risk.

The little town on the outskirts of Enid had been ravaged more than once, but this storm seemed to be hell bent on taking whatever was left of the small community and turning it to rubble. So many injured, and so many homes and businesses destroyed, it seemed like a no-brainer that the government would send aid relief workers to help repair the damage, but what Tyler Owens hadn’t foreseen was the bright green eyes and auburn hair of his first love as he helped people in the aftermath.

Olivia Wright had been his everything since he was fourteen years old, occupied every one of his dirty fantasies and dreams of the future. He’d never been more sure of anyone in his life, until they’d crashed and burned so spectacularly shortly after college. He’d fallen in love with storm chasing, his dreams of working for the NWS had turned into something else entirely as he and the crew of misfits he migrated to became more and more obsessed with the beauty and danger these storms brought.

Liv had their whole future planned, finish college, get married. Ty would work for the NWS and she would become a nurse, fulfilling your passion to help people and getting to be by his side while he pursued his passion for meteorology. The two of them were growing apart, everyone could see it but him, and she knew she’d have to be the one to let go, he was always bigger than the whole sky and Liv couldn’t bear to keep him down. So she broke his heart and her own, and in that time she watched him flourish. His channel and all of his friends, the articles written about his discoveries, she watched it all with rapt attention, he was living out his dreams and Liv couldn’t have been more proud. Eventually she had to decide what was best for her, and watching storms ravage communities just like hers in Arkansas became too much to bear, working in disaster relief and helping to save lives became her passion, she kept her head down and let the work take over, but never lost hope that one day she’d run smack dab into that man that was as wild as the western wind.

It had happened less like a rom com and more like a horror movie, he’d seen her first and lost his cool immediately, ducking under an awning and scrambling to find somewhere, anywhere else to be but near her. Lily, who had been both of their friends in college couldn’t quite figure out what the hell was wrong with him, but it didn’t take long to spot her bright hair and the FEMA t-shirt Liv was sporting as she handed out water to a group not far from theirs.

“Oh my God is that my Livvy?!” She shrieked as she ran for her friend, the two of them erupting in giggles and swaying each other in the midst of the debris-covered road.

“Lily bug!! Oh my goodness what are y’all doing here?! I thought from your last video you guys were over near Lawton!” She said, smacking a hand over her mouth as she realized she’d given herself away already.

“Ooh so you have been watching hmm? Come say hi to everyone cutie pie, it’s been too long and we need to catch up.” She pulled her along but Liv tried to dig her heels in, wild green eyes panicked.

“I can’t intrude Lils, and I don’t want to make Tyler uncomfortable, I’m sure he doesn’t want to see me” she says as she puts both hands up in surrender but Lily is having none of it.

“Nope, you don’t get to pussy out Olivia, life is too short and you know it. Now come on! I want to hear all about your life, and Dani makes some bomb ass burritos so you should try to eat something, it’s gonna be a long day babygirl.

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He somehow manages to avoid her like the plague all day, catching glimpses here and there but mostly staying close to Kate and Javi, much to Lily's frustration if the glares she’s cut at him all afternoon are any indication.

Livvy wasn’t quite sure what to make of it; she had been watching them for so long online that she felt like she knew the crew personally, they were some of the kindest people she’d ever met and it wasn’t lost on her that all of them had been brought together by Ty. He’d made himself a family, it was just another thing that she had missed her chance on and she couldn’t help but feel a little emotional over it.

When Kate had come over to introduce herself later in the evening, it had been obvious to Olivia that she and Tyler had something going on. It was hard to dislike her, she was beautiful and kind, and smart as a whip from what Liv could tell. Definitely perfect for him, so after a while of watching them all interact and being all but ignored by her oldest friend, it got to be too much and she found a way to make her escape, using an early morning as an excuse and holing up in her motel room to lick her wounds and cry.

Lily chases after her with another nasty glare in Tyler’s direction, everyone had questions now and he couldn’t give them, waving them off with a middle finger as he stumbled through the parking lot, a little tipsy and feeling an ache in his chest that he’d thought he’d healed from.

“Liv! Stop damnit, I know this shit is hard but just talk to me honey, tell me.” Lily shouts into the crowded lot and watches her friend's shoulders sag as she turns with tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Oh Lily.” She lets out a ragged breath and lets it all wash over her, everything she’s left unsaid and held deep inside. “I could never deny him happiness, if it’s not with me that’s OK, it’s been a long time and I’ve learned to accept it. If Kate makes him happy then of course I want that for him. I never stopped loving him, so of course I would always want what’s best for him. It wasn’t right back then Lily, that kinda love was unpredictable. We were growing together like two gnarled trees, neither of us were helping the other reach our potential and I had to let him go so we didn’t end up hating each other. “ A shudder runs through her at the declaration, tears are threatening to seep from her eyes but she won’t give them the satisfaction.

“That sounds like horseshit and you know it” Lily says she jabs her finger into Liv’s shoulder, her eyes are full of fire. Liv knows she means well, she’s always been a good man in the storm, someone you want in your corner when things get hard which is why she’s so glad that Tyler has her. Liv lets her shoulders sag and look at Lily full of defeat.

“I can’t change it now, even if I wish I could.”

“Do you wish you could?” She says with raised eyebrow and Olivia gives her a little nod.

“Every day. I miss him every day.” Tears well up in her eyes and she shivers as the wind blows through the camp, but she won’t let the pain overtake her, she made her choice and she can only hope that he’ll be happy.

Olivia doesn’t see it but Lily does, Tyler is half hidden behind the RV, he’s heard it all and she watches as his face goes from grief stricken to angry turning on his heel as he walks off into the dark, the weight of her confession breaking his heart all over again.

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He paces the concrete hallway of the motel for what feels like hours, letting the weight of what she said run over him. Had he really been so blind? Olivia hadn’t wanted to let him go, and he’d never thought to question it when she pushed him away. He had been hurt and stubborn, shutting down immediately and saying some of the meanest things he could hurl at her to hurt her back. In hindsight he should have known she was just trying to give him the ability to do what he wanted, but just the fact that she had convinced herself that she was what was holding him back made a fire rage in him. Sure it would have been hard to manage, but they could’ve handled it! They could handle anything together, he’d always told her that, why she would have ever thought otherwise was something he couldn’t reconcile with.

He was at her door before he could stop himself, rapping sharply on the peeling metal and praying that she would listen. The sounds of the lock being undone told him she was still awake, the door swinging open to reveal her puffy tear stained face, hair up in a messy knot on her head and an oversized t shirt full of holes, one that had definitely belonged to him.

“Why are you here Ty? You’d had all day to say something to me, and you waited until midnight?” She said with a sniffle, there was no point in trying to hide what she’d been doing, it was all over her face and his heart clenched in his chest knowing he’d hurt her again.

“You didn’t want us to end, did you?” He said gruffly, he wasn’t leaving until he got his answers, he needed to know the truth.

“What does it matter now? You’re with Kate-“ she said as more tears formed, arms wrapped tightly around her waist as though she was trying to hold herself together.

“I’m not. We tried it, but she’s got her own demons to work out, and we agreed it would be better to be friends. Answer my question baby, I need to hear it. Do you still want me?” He was leaning in close to the door frame now, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body and smell the beer on his breath. Liv let out a ragged breath and nodded, that was all he needed to push the door the rest of the way open and pull her into his arms, kicking the door shut behind him as he pressed kisses to her cheek and neck while she held on for dear life. Sobs wracked her body as he sat down on the creeky mattress, pulling her into his lap as he rocked her side to side.

“My sweet girl” he murmured into her hair, he let her cry it all out until she relaxed in his grip, tipping her chin up to look at him as he stroked her cheek.

“I never stopped hoping for this, I didn’t want to hold you back but- I can’t stay away anymore. I-I love you Ty, I always will.” She stuttered and he let out a groan as he pressed his mouth to hers, flipping them both so she was on her back and spread out for him, she’d been the star of every fantasy he’d ever had, and nothing would ever be as good as the real thing.

“I never stopped either Livvy girl, can I have you? Please baby I- I need it, need to show you how much I missed you.” He looks wrecked, hair a mess and eyes wild, and she can’t stop herself from pulling him down to her, licking into his mouth and running her hands over his broad shoulders, watching him shiver in her embrace as he grinds down into her.

They make up for all the time lost, re-learning each other's bodies until the early morning, finally coming up for air when Tyler’s phone begins to go off with weather alerts and texts from Boone.

“Looks like there’s another cell coming this way, we need to get these people to safety while we can.” He says with a sigh as he rolls his body off of hers, she’s sated and happy as she stretches her limbs like a cat and moans, he feels himself twitch in his boxers as he watches her. She’s like a siren, calling him back to her and he wants nothing more to than to stay right here between the sheets and ravage her again.

“Stop looking at me like that Owens, or we’ll never get out of here in time” she playfully punches his chest and he lets out a hearty laugh, they’d have plenty of time to talk and catch up, he wouldn’t be letting her out of his sight anytime soon.

“Ok, ok sugar, let’s get back out here, storms a comin’ and times a wastin’.”

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He should have known. He should have known they’d never get that lucky, especially knowing how unpredictable the storms had been this season.

They thought they’d had more time, weather warnings saying the tornado would likely just pass the town, but it had all gone wrong. What had started out as one had turned into two, splitting off and causing maximum damage to what was left of the area. He’d lost Liv and Boone somewhere along the way, Kate and Javi and the rest of the crew were safely out of danger, but somehow the twister had gotten between his truck and yours, and when the dust had settled you and Boone were nowhere to be found.

He was sick, bile crawling up his throat as he trembled, they’d been searching the perimeter when he’d heard Boone screaming for help, tearing through the field of corn to find your upturned truck, mangled and covered in broken glass. Boone had tried his best to pull you from the wreckage, but his shoulder was mangled; most likely dislocated from the crude angle it hung from.

Tyler pulled Olivia’s limp body out and heard a sharp gasp from her, she was alive, that was good. At least that was what he thought until he got her in his arms and saw the jagged shrapnel wedged in her abdomen, blood flowing like a water hose from the wound, way too much to be a minor wound. She kept lolling her head back and forth as she tried to lift her hand to his face, god there was blood everywhere, he couldn’t take the metal out, what if that made it worse? He yelled for Boone to give him his shirt, tears pouring from his eyes as he tried to stop the bleeding, but it just wouldn’t stop coming.

“Livvy, baby look at me ok?” He says with a gentle pat to her cheek, her eyes keep rolling around in her head as she tries to focus on something, anything, but she just can’t seem to get there.

Finally she seems to see him through her unfocused bloodshot eyes, a small victory and he breathes for the first time since he found her.

“Oh god, Ty there’s so much blood! What happened? Are- are you ok? How do we stop it? We need help!” She cries out as her body shakes in his arms, she’s going into shock and bleeding to death but is still selfless to the end, always worried about everyone but herself.

He’s sobbing so hard now he can hardly speak, just kissing whatever skin he can get to as he holds her tightly, still pressing hard into the gaping wound despite knowing it won’t do anything to stop the inevitable. He’s going to lose her, and he just got her back.

A scream comes from somewhere, Tyler jolting awake from the world’s most uncomfortable hospital chair. He’s drenched in sweat, and his neck aches, as he looks around the dimly lit room he realizes the scream came from him. He’s replayed that awful night over and over for the past three days, it ends with Olivia choking on her own blood as she fades away and he can’t seem to make his brain understand that while it definitely happened that way, the end result wasn’t quite so gruesome. She’s alive, unconscious, but alive. How EMS found them in time will consume his thoughts for a good long while. He’d been so sure he’d lost her but the miracles just kept coming because somehow the doctors were able to save her and had assured him that though recovery would be long and hard she would in fact recover.

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Months later he would still be convinced it was all just a dream, the nightmares had ceased but the jagged scar along Olivia’s sternum would always be there to remind him of how close he’d come to losing it all.

He lived for chasing storms, he’d convinced himself it was everything he’d ever need after she’d left, but he’d been so wrong.

She’d never ask him to give it up, but he didn’t know if he could continue to run after something that had nearly taken everything from him. He and Kate took a job consulting with the NWS on her research after Ben’s article got traction, and he left his truck to Boone to continue the legacy and the channel. He wanted to prevent the storms from happening before they started and he knew with Kate’s research and the grants from the government they could really dig in and make a difference.

He asked her to marry him on her birthday, 6 months after the accident and she’d said yes before he could even finish his speech. The future hadn’t been linear like he thought, he didn’t have to accept what he thought he deserved and finally allowed himself to accept what he wanted. Olivia Wright Owens sounded damn good to him, and maybe one day a house full of babies. Yeah he could definitely make that his new dream.

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Too Sweet

Prompt: Inspired by the Hozier song Pairing: Harry Hart x (Kingsman!)Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: age gap, mutual pining, angst Word count: 6495

Masterlist

You’d joined Kingsman only five years ago, and over time you’ve become a well-respected agent, code-named Tristan. Merlin, who is your uncle, was the one who had proposed you as a candidate and helped you prepare for the role while you were still in your early twenties. The other candidates had been good, but you were nearly flawless, only taking calculated risks and never letting your emotions rule your decision making. Control over your emotions was something you always excelled in, and it tremendously helped you make strides as an agent during the initial few months and first year. This caused you to rise in rank quite quickly, making you go on more solo missions or accompanying Galahad or Percival whenever they needed assistance. Today, you’re helping your uncle instead, hacking into some cameras and security networks so he’ll be able to tell Lancelot and Galahad where to go next and what they should be looking out for. It’s something you do from time to time, mostly upon Merlin’s request when he finds the mission too complicated to oversee on his own.

‘The main control room should be south from where they are now.’ You pull up the map on the big screen which hangs in front of you and Merlin, pointing out where Galahad and Lancelot should be going next. As he’s relaying the information to the other men, you hack into the mainframe the criminal organisation and start going through the different files. ‘Any updates about the nuclear files?’ Galahad’s voice comes through the speakers and Merlin looks at you. ‘Working on it. Just focus on getting to that room.’ The screen in front of you shows Lancelot’s feed. He’s following Galahad through the many hallways and twists and turns they take, taking down guards whenever they come across them. Their moves are deliberate, quick and efficient. You turn back to your screen and after a few minutes you’re finally able to access the file Galahad had asked for. ‘I’m sending you the file now, Galahad.’ ‘Thanks Tristan.’ He replies. They have finally reached the door to the control room. Lancelot holds his watch against it and it opens. Silently, the two men enter the room. ‘Lancelot, I need you to connect us to the controls.’ Merlin states and the other man follows the order. Your screens fill with the necessary information and you start working on fully disarming and disabling  the system. ‘Galahad, please flip the green switch on your right.’ You request. Before he can really do so, a loud bang interrupts him, followed by the sound of shots. ‘Lancelot, you take those men while Galahad follows Tristan’s orders.’ Merlin’s Scottish accent seems thicker momentarily. You’ve noticed it only really happened when he was in more stressful situations; one time when you almost got kidnapped, it was so thick you could barely understand him despite having a mostly Scottish family. Calmly, you instruct Galahad what buttons to press and switches to flip. After a few minutes of him following your lead as you type away at your computer, you’re done. ‘Galahad. Lancelot. The system has fully been disabled and disarmed. Get back to the jet.’ They start running through the building and Merlin glances at you, giving you a small smile before going back to helping them follow the quickest route out of the building. 

‘You did well, Tristan.’ Merlin ruffles your hair and you smile at him. ‘Thanks. You didn’t do too badly yourself, old man.’ He laughs and lightly punches your arm. ‘I’m not that old, your mother is 10 years older than I am.’ You snort and teasingly say, ‘And you Merlin, are 12 years older than I am.’ After that comment, a comfortable silence settles between you. There were a few more tasks you had to complete before tomorrow, so you decided you would spend the evening and night at the mansion.  About an hour after the mission finished, Merlin leaves, leaving you alone in front of the large screen filled with documents. Quietly, you continue working for a few more hours before you call it a night. You’d finished your side of the report, only needing Galahad and Lancelot for the final few details. You’ll probably ask them about those during the debrief tomorrow afternoon. 

Once you’ve locked your computer and turned off all the lights, you silently walk to the kitchen, where you start making a pot of tea. The room is dark, as you only turned on the light above the stove. A sound from behind you catches your attention. Looking back, you see that your two colleagues have just returned from their mission. ‘Evening gentlemen.’ You greet them. ‘Tristan, good evening.’ Galahad walks up and stands next to you, just as the water starts boiling. ‘Would you like a cup?’ Your hands continue moving, putting in the tea egg to let the leaves steep. He hums in response as he grabs two more cups. ‘Chamomile?’ Galahad quietly asks and you nod. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you while Lancelot leaves the room momentarily to put some of their things away. Once the tea has sufficiently gained colour and flavour, you pour some into the three cups. Grabbing your own, you sit down next to the chair you’d draped your suit jacket over. Harry sits down across from you and puts down Lancelot’s cup next to him. You both quietly drink your tea, your eyes scanning that day’s paper. When you look up, you notice his eyes are trained on you, making you a bit nervous. Before you can say anything, though, Lancelot walks back in and starts talking about their flight back to England and the newest Royal scandal of the week. The other man’s attention shifts to his colleague who is talking excitedly. Your eyes scan Galahad’s features. He is handsome, smart, quick-witted, and a gentleman. A combination which has led you to, over time, develop a bit of a crush on your colleague. 

‘Tristan, what do you think?’

You turn your head to face the other man. ‘I think the situation escalated unnecessarily, had the royal family handled it properly, this would’ve never become public.’ He smiles and Galahad interjects. ‘I agree with Tristan, this situation could have easily been avoided.’ The two men continue talking and you sip your tea.  ‘Gentlemen, I’m heading off to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the debrief.’ You stand up and put your cup into the dishwasher. It was already 11 o’clock. ‘Tristan,’ Galahad stands up, ‘if you’ll allow me, I’ll walk you back to your room.’ Smiling, you nod. ‘Of course Galahad; thank you.’ He leaves the room with you and as you walk, he leans sideways in your direction and whispers. ‘Thanks Tristan. I was a bit tired of Lancelot talking. He’s been going without pause from the moment we got on the jet.’ It didn’t surprise you in the least. ‘Of course Galahad. Lancelot tends to talk quite a lot; I suspect his favourite sound may be his own voice.’ He snorts. ‘I suspect you might be correct.’ The hallways are silent except for your quiet footsteps and conversation. The distance between the two of you seems to become smaller as you continue walking and talking; until you stop in front of your door. ‘Galahad, thank you for accompanying me.’ You turn to face him and smile. ‘Of course Tristan, it was my pleasure.’ His voice was quiet. The silence between you is tense and Harry seems to slowly be leaning closer as he holds your eye contact. Moments, which feel like hours pass, but he doesn’t make a move. Your noses almost touch when he seems to snap out of a sort of trance and clears his throat, pulling back quickly. ‘Ah Tristan, I should get going. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see you tomorrow.’ As he walks away, you stand frozen in your doorway.

The following morning you watch the sunrise outside, a hot cup of coffee in your hand. It seems no one else is up yet. You’ve left your suit jacket in your room and have your sleeves rolled up, the crisp air touching your form. Behind you, you hear your dog walking and sniffing around. ‘Ares.’ The Doberman walks to your side. ‘Want to go for a walk?’ He barks and you pet him behind his ears. ‘Let’s go.’ You smile and he runs into the field in front of you, with you following calmly. Upon your return, you’re greeted by Merlin, who looks to have woken up not too long ago. ‘Morning Tristan.’ Ares excitedly runs up to the Scot. ‘Morning to you too Ares.’ He puts down his coffee and pets the dog with both his hands. ‘You’ve got an awful lot of energy today, haven’t you?’ ‘He really does, he’s been running around for over an hour already.’ You laugh. ‘I’ll bring Albion to play with him later today.’ He takes a sip of his coffee. ‘I’ll be back momentarily, can you watch Ares for a second?’ He nods. ‘Thanks.’ you say and smile at him. You walk into the kitchen through the open doors. Putting down your cup, you start brewing another cup of coffee. The kitchen is still quiet, but you know that more of the agents that have stayed the night will probably start walking in soon, though it probably won’t be many. Lancelot and Galahad you knew for sure, others you weren’t too certain about. ‘Morning Lancelot.’ You say as you hear the man walk in. ‘Agent Tristan.’ He greets. ‘Want some coffee?’ ‘Yes please.’ The smell of another fresh coffee fills the air. You smile as you hand him a cup. ‘You feeling alright?’ ‘I will once I finish this.’He groans before the two of you clink your cups. ‘See you at the briefing in an hour.’ 

You spent that hour with Merlin and Ares, mostly in silence. The Doberman is as happy as can be, with the Scot and you taking turns throwing a ball into the field and having the dog return it. It was nice spending time with your uncle like this. Usually you have to be  quite serious around him, as you mostly speak to him here, at Kingsman. Now, you can, even if it’s just for a moment, relax and have the relationship you used to have when you were younger and neither of you were a part of the secret service. ‘Uncle Hamish, we should probably get ready for the briefing.’ You say as Ares runs into the distance. He has his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. ‘Just five more minutes; Galahad will be late anyway, he seemed a bit off yesterday evening when I saw him.’ That last comment piques your interest, but you decide not to pry. The meeting room was still empty when you walked into it with your uncle. A few minutes pass before, you are joined by Lancelot, who is, once again, talking excitedly. While you don’t necessarily have the energy for him, you stay professional and listen with intent. He is still talking your ears off when Galahad finally arrives, about five minutes late. Despite Merlin having made a comment, it is still quite unusual for him to be late. 

‘Glad you could join us, Agent Galahad.’ Merlin calls out from the far end of the room as the other man enters. ‘Terribly sorry for my tardiness.’ Harry excuses himself. ‘Morning Galahad.’ Lancelot greets him, instead you just wave at the agent. Everyone sits in their usual spots, with Galahad across from you and Merlin to your left, though he almost immediately stands up, walking in front of the screen which shows the most vital information related to the mission. Most of the information isn’t new to you, as you’d helped your uncle prepare. Whenever Galahad or Lancelot give additional information, which you hadn’t been able to gain before the meeting, you write it down into the report. Your attention is fully focussed on what everyone is saying, that is until you notice that Galahad’s eyes seem to linger on you a bit longer than usual whenever you make a comment. Eventually, his eyes meet yours. He quickly looks away and focuses on Merlin, who is saying something about the risks which may occur in the future. Yesterday’s mission has likely only slowed down the organisation, meaning that you’d still have to find its core and try to eliminate it. Still, all the new information which has been gained is quite useful. Your gaze reverts back to your laptop screen as you continue typing away. 

‘Agent Tristan, could you please explain to these gentlemen what you did to fully disarm and disable the system?’ Merlin’s sudden attention to you surprises you, but you stand up confidently and walk to his side. Galahad’s eyes seem to burn into the back of your head as you do so. ‘So how we did it is -’ Everything goes smoothly as you explain the process thoroughly to the other agents. Hopefully, you’ll be able to join them in the field next time, rather than having to sit and watch from the sidelines to assist them from a distance. You aren’t sure that’ll actually happen however, as it really depends on what kind of mission it’ll be and what is needed of you.  After a few minutes, you’re able to sit back down. Neither Lancelot, nor Galahad had any questions, which you assume is probably a good sign. There are only a few more things you need to discuss, with most of them only requiring only a little of your input from time to time, so you silently drink some tea as Lancelot and Merlin talk. Galahad is remarkably silent, only asking a few questions or making comments when he deems it necessary. Usually, he’s more talkative and tends to lead the conversation, but today he seems to have chosen to leave that to Lancelot. As your uncle is saying something about the implications of such an organisation having access to nuclear weapons, you feel another foot hit yours. At first, you ignore it; but when it happens again, you look around. It couldn’t be Merlin or Lancelot, leaving Galahad as the only suspect. You quickly look at his face but he acts as if he’s innocent. When you feel a third tap, you let your eyes meet his. The lines around his eyes crinkle mischievously, while the rest of his face doesn’t seem to change. You tap him back, your oxfords hitting the side of his silently. This time, his eyes do not divert to Merlin or Lancelot, and it almost feels as if you’re the only person in this room with him. The feeling is short lived however, with his gaze shifting away when his name is mentioned by one of the other men. Still, his foot remains in place, connecting the two of you. Despite the intimate gesture, his feelings for you remain unclear.

The meeting comes to an end, you and Galahad act as if nothing happened when you stand up. Everyone leaves the room and as he passes you, he slips a small folded note into your hand. You do not get a chance to read it though, as Merlin immediately starts up a conversation with you as you walk the wing of the mansion where the individual kingsman offices are located. ‘Tristan, could you send me the report after lunch?’ You nod. ‘As long as we’re going on a walk with Ares and Albion after, you know he’s missed you lately, and this morning wasn’t enough to make up for that.’ He laughs. ‘Of course.’ Together, you walk into Merlin’s office, where you quickly discuss the last few details before you leave for your own. There, you work on the report for a bit longer, adding the finishing touches before sending it to Merlin. Ares lays in the corner of your office, playing with one of his toys quietly. The folded piece of paper sits next to your keyboard, still not read. Once you’ve finally finished the report, you grab and slowly unfold it. Galahad’s handwriting is neat, but not delicate.

Tristan,

Meet me in the library at 21:00 tonight. 

Yours faithfully,

H

‘I suppose I’ll go read in the library tonight, Ares.’ You whisper before you put the note into your drawer and motion your dog to follow you to the kitchens to have lunch. He walks at your side when you enter, and calmly waits as you brew tea and make lunch. Once it’s ready, you decide to eat it outside, as the weather is quite nice today and Ares will be able to run around before you go for the walk with Merlin.  Half an hour passes before you’re joined by your uncle, who has his dog, Albion, with him. She’s a border collie who is usually quite serious and focused, but gets very excited when she gets to play with Ares. The two of them are best friends, so you and Merlin try to have them meet up and go on a long walk at least once a week. This doesn’t always happen though, as duty calls whenever it does, resulting in having to cancel quite frequently, which happened the past few weeks. Today isn't such a day though, and once you both finish your lunch, the four of you start walking your usual round around the grounds. You and Merlin chat away about anything and everything while Ares and Albion run around together and fetch a tennis ball from time to time. It’s calm and you’re enjoying yourself. It’s always quite nice to spend your time like this. All nice things must come to an end though, and after forty-five minutes of walking, you have to return to work.  ‘See you later Tristan.’ Merlin says before walking to his office, taking Albion with him. ‘Later.’ You wave before walking in the opposite direction. Galahad hadn’t been there when you returned from your walk, so you assume he’s at the shop to get a few things in order. It’s probably for the better, as you aren’t sure what you would do if you were to cross him in the hallway right now. He’s constantly giving you mixed signals. Yesterday, he seemed to lean in to kiss you before pulling away suddenly. Today, he almost continuously avoided your gaze, yet wanted to stay connected in some way that wasn’t visible to others, and he wrote you a note telling you to meet him later.

‘Fuck.’

You whisper to yourself. You’re falling for him, hard. You have been for a long time. You always told yourself it was merely a crush, but you’re unable to deny it any longer. This revelation isn’t your biggest problem though. Your biggest problem is whether he would even be interested, as he’s constantly giving those mixed signals. Tonight you’d decide whether you’ll ever act upon your feelings or not. You’d never particularly cared for the kingsman code which prohibits any relationships, though it hasn’t been necessary for you to break it either, as you hadn’t been interested in any relationships in the first place. Kingsman always comes first in your life. This means that you’ve never actually taken the time to think of finding a partner or date around. What you are worried about, is that Galahad is someone that always follows the rules and doesn’t even think about bending, let alone breaking, them. This may be an explanation for him being so hot and cold with you. Still, it’s confusing and worries you. ‘Good afternoon agent Tristan, is everything alright?’ Arthur greeting you pulls you out of your thoughts and you realise you’re standing in front of the door which leads into your office, your hand on the doorknob. You have probably been standing there for a couple of minutes now. Quickly you turn the knob and start walking in.  ‘Ah yes Arthur, I was just lost in thought. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some paperwork to attend to.’  You smile at him before swiftly closing the door once Ares has entered the room as well. 

The evening couldn’t come soon enough. Thinking of whatever Galahad could possibly tell you continued racing through your mind the entire afternoon, meaning that you were quite distracted for the most part. Merlin visited you shortly before dinner to discuss the report and what he altered before sending it off to Arthur. While he clearly noticed that you were distracted, he decided against saying anything about it and left. Shortly thereafter, you decided it’d be a good idea to go for another walk with Ares, as it’s a good way of distancing yourself from the setting in which you usually see Galahad. This time, though, the walk lasts for several hours, with the sun starting to set once you start heading back to HQ.  When you arrive back at HQ, it’s nearly nine, so you decide to bring the Doberman to your office before heading to the library. Galahad, or Harry which you rarely ever refer to him as, is already there, waiting for you. He turns to face you and smiles when you enter before greeting you. ‘I’m glad you could make it agent Tristan.’ You nod nervously but try to sound casual. ‘Of course, any time, Galahad.’ His eyes look over your form and you do the same. The tension between the two of you is palpable but you try to ignore it as best as you can. For a moment, nothing happens. The both of you stay still, frozen in place.  Suddenly Galahad moves again and walks up to you. In a moment of passion, he grabs your face and kisses you deeply. It’s so intense it feels as if he’s bruising your lips. When you don’t move, he starts pulling back. Quickly, you pull him to you once more and kiss back, one of your hands in his hair and the other pulling his tie. The two of you fight for dominance and he pushes you against one of the bookshelves, his left hand now resting on your hip.  Eventually, he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed. For minutes, the two of you stand like this, silently enjoying each other's presence and closeness. ‘Tristan.’ He whispers. ‘Yes Galahad?’ The man sighs and slowly leaves your embrace. ‘Shit.’ You hear him mutter under his breath. ‘Shit shit shit.’ He backs away, as if he’s only just realised what happened. ‘Galahad, what’s going on?’ ‘I cannot do this Tristan.’ His voice sounds almost desperate. ‘Galahad, what do you mean you cannot do this?’ He doesn’t reply and walks away, leaving you alone in the library.

You didn’t see Galahad the rest of that week and you threw yourself into work, only leaving your office to go out with Ares. If you hadn’t had him, you probably wouldn’t have left your office in the first place. That Friday morning, Merlin comes in unannounced and finds you sleeping with your head on your desk. He wakes you and you slowly sit up straight. Your suit jacket is discarded somewhere in a corner and you look a bit of a mess with your hair all dishevelled.  ‘Are you sure you’re feeling alright Tristan? You really shouldn’t be overworking yourself.’ Your uncle asks you, he sounds quite worried. ‘I’m fine Merlin, I promise.’ He sighs. ‘You do not look or act as if you’re fine. What’s going on?’ You just shake your head. ‘It’s nothing really, I’ve just had to catch up on some work. Please don’t fret it.’  ‘We both know that’s a lie, Tristan. You’re always ahead of everyone when it comes to paperwork.’ He stops for a moment. ‘Look, both you and Galahad have been acting off all week and we can’t have that. I don’t know if there’s anything going on between the two of you, but I want you to fix it, especially if it’s affecting you like this.’ His voice is stern. ‘You should go talk to Galahad then, I’m not the guilty one here.’ You stand up for the first time in what feels like years, your knees and back hurting with every move. ‘I don’t have the energy for all this, go talk to him if you want to know more.’ Silently, you usher him out of your office and shut the door behind him. While you love your uncle, you really couldn’t deal with this right now.

The scotch in the corner of your office had been a little too appealing. That combined with the very limited amount of food you’d had over the past few days, made it very easy for you to become drunk. You sit in your chair feeling very sorry for yourself, as you do in such situations. ‘You know Ares, I’ll go talk to that asshole. He kisses me like that and then he avoids me all week. I suppose that’s not very gentlemanly of him.’ Standing up, you feel dizzy and you have to grab a hold of your desk to keep standing. The world seems to be turning and Ares looks to have multiple heads. ‘Fuck.’ You hadn’t realised how badly the scotch had affected you. Still, that didn’t stop you, and you stumble through your office door. The hallway is empty when you enter it, as is usual at this time of night in HQ. Galahad’s office is only a few doors down and you try to walk there as normally as you can. Taking a deep breath, you knock multiple times. When there’s no immediate answer, you knock again, but more loudly. ‘Galahad, I know you’re in there.’ Your voice is loud enough for him to hear on the other side of the door, but not loud enough to wake any of the other kingsmen. Though they probably wouldn’t wake up unless you screamed loudly enough for it to reach the other side of the estate. Moments pass, but the door is eventually opened by the agent. ‘Tristan.’ He greets you solemnly. ‘I need to talk to you, you pretentious asshole.’ The words fall out of your mouth and there is no stopping them. ‘You are no gentleman. You invite someone to talk to them alone after MONTHS, LITERAL MONTHS, of looking at each other longingly and flirting, then kiss them in the way you did and JUST WALK AWAY LIKE THAT?????’ He finally looks up at you and realises the state that you’re in. ‘WHAT IN THE HELLS IS WRONG WITH YOU INCOMPETENT PRICK????’ You jab your finger into his chest. ‘Tristan, you are in no state to discuss this, please go to bed.’ He grabs your hand. ‘YES I AM, I AM A GROWN ADULT THAT CAN MAKE THEIR OWN DECISIONS. YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER.’ ‘Yes you are, but you’re currently incapable of making any good decisions. So, please quiet down before you wake up Mr. Pickle.’ Before you’re able to respond, he grabs you and surprisingly easily throws you over his shoulder. ‘Now, I’ll be escorting you to bed, as you don’t seem to be capable of doing that yourself.’ He completely ignores your protests, which continue for about five minutes before you realise there’s nothing you can do about this situation. He only puts you down when you’re in front of your bedroom door, as he needs you to open it. ‘I’m going to put you down, but please stay quiet. I don’t want you to wake everyone up.’ You nod and mutter to yourself as he puts you down. ‘Still an asshole though.’ He laughs to himself. When you finally have both your feet on the ground again, you’re stable momentarily before you start falling over again. Galahad notices and steadies you by grabbing your shoulders. ‘Careful now, sweetness.’ His lips touch the shell of your ear and you slowly feel yourself going red. You ignore it though, steadying yourself with his help before walking to your door and unlocking it. When you try to open it you almost fall into your own room and so Harry catches you, before the world around you slowly goes dark.

The following morning you wake up in your own bed, not remembering how you got there in the first place. Ares sits next to your bed, looking up at you as you wake. ‘Morning, my boy.’ Your voice sounds more like a groan than anything else. He nudges your arm and softly barks when you eventually sit up. The light hurts your eyes as you look around, so you close your eyes and lay back down. Once you finally open them again, you notice that there’s a glass of water and a pack of paracetamol next to your bed. ‘Who put that there?’ You look at Ares and pet him before taking one of the pills followed by a gulp of water. The headache you have is slowly driving you insane, so hopefully this’ll help. Still, it remains unclear who actually put it there after probably finding you in quite the state. Usually, you could easily hold your liquor, but apparently your body had other plans yesterday. You do realise that you’re still in your clothes from the day before. So, you decide to get out of them and put on something more comfortable before calling Merlin. ‘Morning Merlin.’ Your voice is quite hoarse. ‘Ah Tristan, I was wondering when you’d call.’ He sounds quite amused for some unknown reason. ‘What do you mean?’ The Scot laughs. ‘Well, I got a notification earlier this morning that you’d be out of the office today because you’re ill. Thing is, agent Galahad is the one who notified me, which is a bit odd to be honest.’ You groan. ‘Well he’s right about me not feeling well.’ Slowly, you lay back in your bed.  Merlin didn’t talk to you for much longer after that and he remained quite vague about what Galahad had told him about the night before. Despite you desperately wanting to know what had happened the night before, you decided that would be a problem for tomorrow before heading back to sleep.

That night, a knock wakes you from your slumber. You almost jump out of your bed at the sound, scaring Ares a bit. ‘One moment please.’ You shout at the person behind the door before calming your dog. ‘I should take you out for a walk in a few, shouldn’t I? I’m so sorry Ares.’ After whispering that, you stand up and walk to your door. Opening it slowly, you reveal Merlin’s form. ‘Good evening Tristan.’ He smiles. ‘Thought I’d bring you some dinner.’ The tray he’s holding has a plate with a baked potato, some carrots and broccoli, and some beef, accompanied by a large glass of water and a cup of your favourite tea. He walks in once you’ve further opened your door, putting the tray on the small table that stands in the corner of your room. ‘Do sit down.’ His voice is soft. You do so silently, Ares laying down next to you. ‘Thank you.’ Your voice is soft and you start eating your first meal of the day. Merlin sits down across from you. ‘I do hope this was a one time thing, Tristan.’ He sighs and takes off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose with his other hand. ‘It won’t happen again, sir.’ Your voice can barely be heard from across the table. ‘Look, you’ve been doing flawlessly so far, so getting drunk and insulting go Galahad isn’t something that’ll affect you or your career in any way. It can, however, have an effect on how well you’re able to work with him in the foreseeable future.’ Your eyes don’t meet his. ‘Now that I’ve scolded you for getting drunk and acting in the way you did, I would like to know why. Harry hasn’t wanted to tell me anything and I’m against just checking your glasses if I can ask you.’ Your plate is only half finished but you’re already full and you put down your cutlery. ‘I’m not sure you want to know.’ Leaning back, you make yourself more comfortable in your chair. ‘Galahad has really said nothing?’ He shakes his head. ‘Well then, I suppose I’ll tell you what’s going on; under the condition that this will strictly stay between the two of us. Not even Galahad can know.’  ‘Why are you being so secretive about this?’ He enquires. ‘You’ll understand once you hear the full story. Now do you promise?’ You hold out your hand with your pinky ready for him to intertwine with. And he does. ‘I promise.’ A smile creeps onto  your face. This is something you’d always done with him when it comes to promises, starting when you were just a little kid. ‘So, as you may have noticed the past few weeks, there’s been some tension between me and Galahad, or Harry.’  You start. ‘But this has been an underlying issue for years now -‘ 

That night Merlin listened as you talked about how the situation between you and Galahad had unfolded over the past few years and more in detail about the past week or two. Understandably, it was quite a bit for him to take in, and at first he wasn’t certain how to feel or respond. If you hadn’t been who you are to him, he would’ve been fine with it. But with the familial ties you have, and the fact that he and Galahad are best friends, made him hesitate. Yet, he promises to keep quiet and have you and the other man resolve it by yourselves. He would, however, urge his friend to do so if the issue isn’t resolved within a week, meaning that you’ll have to hurry up when it comes to talking things out. He did make clear that he isn’t against you having a relationship with the older man, his tone may have even been slightly supportive, which was somewhat unexpected.

The next time you finally see Harry it’s Sunday. Exactly three days since you’d last seen him and had had the drunken encounter. There you stood, in front of his apartment, your heart pounding in your throat. He’d been at the shop the past few days while you were at the mansion. Merlin was quite convinced that Galahad was, in fact, avoiding you, so he’d suggested you go visit him that evening. Well, suggested was quite a loose term in this case. It was more that Merlin just dropped you off here and told you to ‘Go ahead and talk it out’. Obviously, this was his way of forcing you to do so, as he is quite sick of having the two of you avoiding each other.

Finally, you ring the doorbell and you stand there waiting nervously for Galahad to answer. He does after a few minutes and the confusion is quite evident on his face. When he doesn’t say anything, you start talking. ‘Sorry to bother you Galahad, but Merlin’s dropped me off so we can talk things out.’ You smile sheepishly and he sighs before letting you in.  You have never been inside his home before, so you look around curiously as he leads you into his kitchen. He was wearing his usual attire, save for the glasses. Apparently, he had been cooking dinner when you rang his doorbell. As you look around the room, not moving, he clears his throat. ‘Would you like to join me for dinner Tristan?’ The question is logical, yet you aren’t certain whether he actually wants you to join or if he’s asking it out of obligation. You’re hoping it’s the former rather than the latter. ‘If you don’t mind. Otherwise we can talk and then I’ll leave, I don’t wish to intrude Galahad.’ He motions you to sit down. ‘I would love for you to join me, I’m almost finished cooking dinner anyway, so do feel free to have a seat.’ When you do so, he turns around to face the stove once again before finishing dinner. It is a simple yet delicious meal, and you appreciate the gesture of him inviting you to join him. It is mostly spent in silence, save for a few comments appreciating his skill, or talking about the goings on at the shop and HQ. 

After dinner, Harry offers you a cup of tea before pouring one for himself and sitting down across from you. It is silent for a few minutes before he finally speaks again. ‘I would like to apologise.’ His voice is soft. ‘I should’ve handled this situation differently and not have run away in the way I did.’ As he says this, his eyes divert. ‘It is just that I was, and still am, quite uncertain of how to go about this. I do not wish to hurt you, but in my attempt to do so I did the opposite of what I had intended. I thought you were too pure, too kind. You’re too sweet, too sweet for a bitter man like me. Yet here I am, madly in love with you and confessing my feelings.’ When he finishes talking he looks you in the eye once more. There’s emotion in them, seemingly a mix of sadness and regret. ‘Galahad, I don’t know what to say.’ You pause. ‘I understand why you may have hesitated to approach me in the way you did, however, I am quite confused as to why you ran away so suddenly. You are the one that made the initial move and I never approached you because you were likely to have reservations about breaking kingsman code, yet you gave me hope by inviting me to the library to talk. And for a moment, when you kissed me, I thought we could be together, even if it was just for a moment.’ Slowly, you stand up from your chair. Putting down your cup of tea in the process. ‘Then you went ahead and ripped my heart out by walking away like that. As if I mean nothing to you, as if you weren’t the one that made the first move.’ You raise your voice a bit, but try to stay calm. Following your example, he stands up as well and starts walking towards you. ‘I truly am sorry but it is up to you whether or not you forgive me.’ He looks down into your eyes. ‘What will happen if I forgive you, Harry?’ The two of you are almost touching each other, only a few centimetres between your faces. ‘I shall take you on a date and be your partner. That is, if you’ll have me.’ Rather than answering him with words, you pull his tie and kiss him passionately.

[momo-minomo]

Fic Fairy Friday: Tim and Damian Brotherhood

It's time for Tim and Damian! Man these two have had a rocky relationship. Most of the Tim fandom seems stuck on Damian's first appearance when he was homicidal and scathing to everyone and completely ignore his significant character growth. And Damian fans seem to either ignore Tim altogether or make him Bruce's most straight-laced soldier always playing by the rules which, have they even met Tim?! It can be really hard to find fics with these two either improving their relationship or just plain being brothers. So that said, here's ten of my favorite fics featuring these two!

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once

Summary:

‘Drake?’ Tim felt like he was choking. His throat was tight. He couldn’t swallow. ‘Damian?’ He managed. Damian was… here. At Kent Farm. Dressed in the too-big Batman pajamas that Dick had bought him last Christmas as a joke. And- And- Tim was wearing Kon’s t-shirt and his hair was messy and his lips were swollen and- He wasn’t ready for this- He wasn’t- He couldn’t- How had he been so stupid? Or: Tim comes out to Damian and prepares for the entire family to know by morning. It just so happens that Damian can keep a secret. Multiple, actually.

Momo's Notes: Spicy scene warning on this one between Tim and Kon! Tim is kinda traumatized from when his bio dad's reaction to him liking boys so seeing Damian at the Kent farm in the middle of the night while he's covered in hickeys nearly gave him a heart attack. But all that panic over is family finding out he's bi leads to some honestly really sweet moments of brotherly bonding between Tim and Damian.

an unplanned detour straight down by CarrionCarnival

Summary:

No one here has the right wing type for the sheer dive it would take to reach Damian before he hits the water like it’s concrete. No one here except Tim. - the Bats learn the hard way not to bring an unfledged vigilante to a midair battle

Momo's Notes: I've read this one dozens of times at this point. It's pretty short (under 5k words) but the way the author world builds so effortlessly with so few words is amazing. It's an AU where nearly all non-powered people have wings. On a mid-air mission to stop an alien invasions Damian (who's downy baby wings can't fly yet) falls. Tim is the only person there with the wing shape to maybe survive that kind of high speed dive. Tim and Damian awkwardly bonding at the end is perfection.

Yummy (I'll eat you right up) by iquirms

Summary:

Tim is very busy when the phone rings at work. He's been struggling to take care of Wayne Enterprises and going from Robin to something, it's a working process, and he's swamped in the backlog of work Bruce never did before he... Before. It's the Headmistress at Gotham Academy. A trip to his old school isn't what he wanted, but Damian's done something as as the only legal Wayne, he's got to go get him. Wonderful. or how one phone call changes the direction Tim and Damian are heading, and the aftershocks that come with it.

Momo's Notes: Please don't be thrown off by the title of this one like I was at first. I passed this gem up so many times (like an idiot) because the title made me think it would end up shipping them. It's actually a really good Canon Divergence AU where Lucius tagged Tim into the CEO role of WE before Tim took off to find Bruce. The extra responsibility delays his leaving so he and Damian actually get the chance to get to know each other and bond as brothers during the time Dick and Damian were doing the same as Batman and Robin. Bonus points for the amazing Janet Drake lore in there. I love it when writers make her a cold badass bitch that struggled with human emotions but honestly loved her son.

Hot Dog, French Fries by eggmacguffin

Summary:

Damian was not the sort of boy to mince words; perhaps he could get back to the Manor without alerting Drake to his compromised condition. It would be an exercise in espionage, he decided. or Truth Serum ft. Damian Wayne

Momo's Notes: This is a great one for Tim and Damian having the most normal brotherly relationship in the family even while living the weirdest of lives. Tim is so annoyed by Damian's very existence interrupting his patrol that he misses important signs that all is not right with his little brother. Damian stupidly suffers in silence rather than trust that his older brother won't use all this against him later.

Exit Strategy by smilebackwards

Summary:

Batman needs a Robin and Batman has a Robin. Tim is just extraneous now, vestigial. He’s a bandage over a healed wound. He doesn’t know what he’s hanging on to. Or: Tim didn’t expect his exit strategy from the Batfamily to involve quite so much bonding time with Damian over Wayne Enterprises bureaucracy.

Momo's Notes: Tim is convinced he's unnecessary and unwanted in the Batfamily but in his usual endearingly control freak way he can't stand the idea of leaving a mess behind for the family to clean up (or make worse) when he goes. Along the way he accidentally bonds with Damian (and also Jason). I wish there more fics like this one and Yummy where Tim takes Damian under his wing as a business and high society predator. They're the only two members of the Batfam who were raised to be wealthy princes with family legacies to inherit and I need more authors to explore that!

You'll Change Your Name or Change Your Mind by Samsamiam

Summary:

Tim Drake's journey to setting boundaries, learning to heal, and untangling the trauma Gotham gave him.

Momo's Notes: You wouldn't know it by the summary, but this whole series is full of Tim and Damian bonding. After another blow up with Bruce, and some badly timed commentary from Dick and Jason, Tim decides he needs some space from the family and his very dysfunctional place in it. He leaves Gotham to stay with the Titans but had no real intentions of bucking the status quo forever until it becomes painfully clear that with Tim's absence the role of emotional support/emotional punching bag Robin is falling onto Damian's shoulders. For the first time Tim plants himself in front of Bruce and FORCES him to back off and do better or else. He's determined to be a safe space for Damian to just be a 10 year old for once.

Gossamer Bonds by Solemini

Summary:

Tim hates spiders. Most children of Athena do, and with good reason. Given his druthers, Tim would have been content to simply avoid the little monsters for the rest of his life. Too bad fate – and Damian – had other plans. Or, in which weaving is Serious Business.

Momo's Notes: A Percy Jackson Demigod Au where Bruce is the favorite baby daddy for a lot of Greek gods and thus all of his kids except Damian is a demigod. This particular fic in the series focuses on Tim (child of Athena) and Damian (a human magic user). 10 year old Damian is doing what he did in canon, trying to oust a 14 year old Tim from Robin to take his place because his messed up assassin upbringing makes him believe that's the only way he'll have a place in the family. The fact that Tim is legitimately a blood son of Batman and was raised by him since infancy just adds to Damian's resentment and insecurity. The two end up alone against the homicidal bitterness of the monster Arachne and have to rely on each other to survive. Don't worry if you don't know the Percy Jackson series, it's not really necessary to follow this story. It's mostly just borrowing some of the lore of Demigods and a bit of the characterizations of the gods from it. As long as you know the Batfam and the basics of Greek mythology you're good to go.

The Wound Begins to Bleed by bowditch

Summary:

Now that Tim’s moved back to the manor, he just wants a few afternoons a week without Damian around. Funny how getting that was the catalyst for him becoming a better big brother.

Momo's Notes: Here's another example of Tim and Damian having the most normal sibling relationship of the family. Tim backs Damian's plea to volunteer at an animal shelter just to get rid of him for a few extra hours of peace and quiet. He's forced to step up and be a better big brother when he eventually realizes something is very wrong with Damian.

Into the Brighter Night by shoalsea

Summary:

When an unknown enemy threatens Robin, Gotham's vigilantes come together to keep him safe. Unfortunately, they're protecting the wrong Robin. Or: Tim Drake plans his own rescue. Things get complicated.

Momo's Notes: Finally a fic that's almost entirely in Damian's pov! A dangerous alien force threatens to obliterate anyone standing between them and Robin so the Batfamily (minus Bruce and Alfred who are out of town) scramble to keep their youngest safe. They failed to realize until it's too late that the case the enemy is referencing was before Damian's time in uniform. Damian is forced to deal with the fallout of Tim protecting him and the family slowly crumbling at the loss as they wait to see if Tim's insane plan will bring him back to them. Damian's slow realization of Tim's importance to the family, and to him, is handled really well. Bonus points for the sheer chaos and fun that the Young Justice crew bring to this. It's not often a fic is able to capture the unhinged badassery of YJ98!

I’d Mistaken the Truth for a Lie, but You Cared and You Saved Me by Chemical_Processes

Summary:

Tim's been fixing Bruce's mistakes since he became Robin. It only makes sense that he'd step in when it comes to Damian as well.

Momo's Notes: Short but so satisfying! Damian POV of an AU where he and Tim's first meeting goes VERY differently. Damian is new to his father's household and is half indignant and half terrified at how Bruce is treating him (not abusive, just emotionally incompetent as usual). Tim is full swing in his "manage Bruce/Batman to ensure his failure at being human/grief-fueled crashout doesn't destroy anything or anyone" era and isn't going to sit by while Bruce speedruns burning down another father-son relationship.

[sunflowerrosewood]

S/O Gets Period and They Take Care ~ Stray Kids (all)

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

I'm writing this one as the whole group finds out and takes care of you. I'm on mine right now and this idea hit me. Also trying out texting parts of the story 👀.

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You got up as if it was a normal day for you. You got ready for work/school and went. You were working on a project when you felt a cramp hit you. Your stomach clenched. You knew what that meant. Your period was either here or was about to be in the next couple of days.

You had some extra pads on you so as a safety precaution, you grabbed one and ran to the bathroom. No blood stain on your undergarment but as you went to the bathroom, you were bleeding. Phew you made it just in time....

Though now that you put your pad on and it officially started. Your cramps also began. You had to go back to your project slightly bent over due to them. Why did they have to hit at work/school? Why couldn't they hit at home then you could've have "worked from home" today?

A couple hours went past and your cramps were hitting you hard. Your friend Yuko came by to check on you.

"Y/n are you okay? You don't look too good?" She asked softly.

"I'm not. My period started at work." You told her.

"Why don't you go home? You have been caught up for weeks now. A day off doesn't hurt?" She told you and you nodded your head.

Yuko did have a point. You haven't taken many days off and you still had 5 more hours to go. So you listened to her and decided to go back home. Before you left, a group chat went off. Your group chat with Stray Kids.

You were added in this chat by your best friend Jeongin. He wanted you to meet the group and you clicked right in. Now the whole crew adores you and loves when you hang out with them. Though today, you feel bad. It was the weekly movie night and you'll have to cancel.

You hoped that would ease their worries. They didn't need to fret over you. You grabbed your things from work and headed home.

~~■■ Stray Kids' POV ■■~~

The group got your latest message and began to wonder what was going on? Chris being the main questioner.

"Is Y/n alright? She rarely cancels." Chris stated

"When she says she'll be okay. I worry something else is going on." Changbin said as the others nodded their heads.

"Whenever she's like this, it's either because she's sick or her period started." Jeongin stated which made some of them perk up.

"Would her period be now?" Hyunjin asked.

"I'm not sure but probably." Jeongin guessed.

"I could bring the snacks I was making to her?" Felix suggested.

"I think that's a good idea. Why don't we grab things for her?" Chris said.

Felix grabbed his baked goods he made the previous day. Chris grabbed the sweatshirt you liked to wear when you hung out with them. Changbin grabbed the large blanket. Lee Know grabbed a heating pad they had at their place. Seugmin grabbed some pain medicine they had at the dorm. Han and Hyunjin grabbed more of your favorite things around the place. Jeongin messaged the group.

~~■■ Your POV ■■~~

You got home and immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. Something about freshening up seemed like a good thing to do now. When you finished your shower, you got into some comfy clothes you could lounge around in.

"Finally comfort. Now some medicine and food." You said and walked to the kitchen area.

Knock knock knock

"Who could be visiting?" You asked and went to your door. You looked out the peephole and saw the boys. You immediately opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" You asked very surprised.

"Surprise! We thought you'd like some comfort." Jisung exclaimed.

"We thought you weren't feeling good or perhaps on your period so we brought stuff." Minho said and held up a heating pad.

You felt yourself beginning to tear up and stepped aside for them to come in. Each one you hugged tightly. Jeongin was the last to come in and you hugged him tighter.

"Thank you." You whispered.

"Of course. We'll always be there for you." Jeongin said.

You turned in and Seugmin held out some medicine.

"We had some pain meds around the house. I hope this helps." He said softly and you smiled warmly.

"I was actually looking for some pain medication so you are right on time." You said and took some of the medicine.

"Have you ate?" Hyunjin asked.

"Not since I went to work." You told them.

"We'll get you some food. Go lay down." Felix told you.

Jisung and Changbin pulled you to your room so the others could bring things. Seugmin and Jeongin followed behind.

"I didn't realize you had a large bed?" Jisung stated and you chuckled.

"It helps to relax. But I guess it's perfect for all of you to stay too." You said.

You climbed into bed and Changbin started to set up the TV. Minho came in with the heating pad and what looked like tea. You placed the heating pad on where your cramps were hurting you. Changbin climbed beside one side of you and Jeongin on the other. Chris came in with a sweater.

"If you get cold, I brought your favorite one from our dorm." He said and placed it to the side.

A few minutes later, Hyunjin and Felix had some plates of food. The two of them brought it on a tray for all of you to munch on. You turned on your TV and started a movie all of you wanted to see.

An hour into the movie and the snacks dwindling, you started to feel sleepy. Between the medicine, the heating pad, and the comfort of the boys you could crash right there. You slid deeper into the blankets and fell asleep.

The boys were watching the movie and Hyunjin turned to check on you.

"Psst guys she fell asleep." He whispered.

"Oh the medicine may have kicked in." Seugmin said.

"Let's let her rest. She's probably not in pain as much." Chris said as the others nodded their heads.

Each one had a hand just rubbing either your arm or leg softly. Partially to soothe you and partially to know where you were. Another hour went by and each of the boys were starting to get sleepy.

Changbin was first and fell asleep near your shoulder. Jeongin was next and fell asleep near your other shoulder. Hyunjin and Jisung were next and fell asleep with a hand near the heating pad. Felix fell asleep with a hand on your leg. Lastly was Chris and Minho who also fell asleep with a hand on your legs.

All of you fell asleep and took a nap together. In the end, your period was more tolerable due to these boys helping you out and being a big comfort for you.

[suzukiblu]

With regards to some older fic posts of yours, I have been wanting to write how much I love certain lines or sections, or just yell about how they make me feel, but I worry that too many comments on older sections of your work might be annoying if you get too many, or that I'll be replying on fics your aren't enthusiastic about at the moment and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. What would you suggest as the best way to let you know of my adoration for different sections without getting in the way of other things (i.e. not too often, only on Tuesdays, only on the latest post, don't do it, etc.)

(Sorry if this is silly but, I love your writing, and if I get blocked for being too annoying I wouldn't blame you but, I would be annoyed with myself haha)

. . . . . . . listen, I appreciate you asking, and I'm sure that THEORETICALLY someone could manage to comment/reply on my writing so much that I would parse it as them spamming me, but theoretically Elon Musk possesses a human heart somewhere in that black bitter soul of his, so like, the chances seem slim, hahaha.

Legit there is just about nothing I like more than people telling me what they think about ANYTHING I've written, whether I'm actively working on it or not, and frankly getting one single comment on a story I hadn't worked on in a while or had even straight-up abandoned has historically run the gamut from making me go "aw, that's nice, I'm glad people still like it 😊" to ". . . . . . I am immediately going to spend the next six months writing another 120k in this abandoned WIP and actually gd finish it this time", so like . . . BELIEVE me, I am not the guy you have to worry about hitting "too many" with, hahaha. Plus I have so many WIPs rn that I am MORE than used to getting comments on stuff I'm not actively working on and if anything it just gives me a better idea of what people wanna see more of. There are many, MANY WIPs on here that only got past the first thousand words because people repeatedly told me how much they liked them and several that I have only barely progressed in because people just weren't that responsive to 'em. I am just VERY much the type whose writing thrives on acknowledgment/feedback, that is SCREAMINGLY who I am as a writer, haha. Like I am the closest thing to "put comment coin in, get fic out!" you will get in most fandoms, I am pretty sure, lol.

( also-historically, I have only blocked I think two or three Tumblrs in my entire time ON Tumblr and they were all pornbots, so an actual person would have to get prettyyyyy nasty at me for me to decide I wanted to block 'em. like as long as you're not sending me hate speech or death threats we're pretty much good; "too many replies on old posts" is just not a thing that's gonna get me there, hah. )