#i shall go watch it and keep crying knowing this is the best series period.

[autisticbiologistmess]

I'm re-rewatching Lockwood and Co. (because of course I am) and I love Lockwoods shoes. They are some random canvas boot trainer thingies and I think it's the perfect contrast to his formal (but redundant) suit and the whole meaning behind it. I just love the attention to detail and how everything makes so much sense 😭😭😭😭😭

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

Period Pains!

( Requested by Anonymous:  Could you do a Nuada x Reader where she’s on her period and is just sore and emotional and is having cravings? It’s that time of the month for me and reading about my favourite character being comforting always makes it better. Thanks x)

(A/N): Oh anon, sorry that I didn’t get to this sooner and that you had to go through that without and good story to make you feel better. I hope you still like this and will make you feel better even without the... “Girl flu”..

Warnings: Major Fluffs all the way.

Female Elves are different from females humans, most of those different are physical differences like hair, eyes, and skin but most importantly the anatomy, Because unlike the human body, female Elves don’t have the “Red Curse” as his (Y/n) would call it. From what he had learned if a month past without her getting pregnant her body will start to release everything it prepared for the Child-to-be. The prince was confused, but still proud, because the “Red curse” is a sign that his beloved is a healthy fertile woman. However, he was not prepared on what price Female humans have to pay for it.

Nuada woke up before sun rise and the alarm as usual. he looked at the time, then to the sleeping human beside him, making him smile at that sight. His (Y/n) looked so peaceful when she slept and as much as he wanted to just stare at her till she woke up, he had to go and start training. Using his skills Nuada managed to sneak out of the bed without alerting (Y/n), all he had to do now was remove the cover from him and leave the bed. However, the moment Nuada lifted the sheets his eyes slightly widened when he saw the small amount of blood tainting her clothes, He turned back to look at the calendar and it was confirmed. Today is supposed to be the first day of the red curse. Acting quickly Nuada went to their shared closet and brought her new pair of under wear and warm clothes for her to wear. He went to the bathroom and started a warm shower, because her body should not handle the cold. He went back to her side and started waking her gently.

“My love, I need you to wake up.“ (Y/n) just groaned at him and tried to bring the blanket over her head but he stopped her. “Your curse has started.“

When he said that (Y/n) seemed a bit more alarmed but still very tired and forced herself to set up properly, but Nuada only lifted her up and brought her closer to him for her to set on his lap. She pressed herself to him seeking his warmth her eyes still closed, he could till that she was trying hard to fight sleep.

“I will you go back to sleep once you get yourself taken care of.“ He assured before standing up with her on his arms as they made their way to the bathroom.

“Did I bleed on the sheets?“ (Y/n) mumbled tiredly.

“No, you didn’t. Get yourself put together and then you can go back to bed.“ Nuada answered before he gently got her to stand on her own.

Nuada left the bathroom to give (Y/n) her privacy. while she was doing her human hygiene Nuada went to prepare a hot water bag and leave it on her side of the bed. when he heard the water stop Nuada was ready to receive her. he saw that even though her eyes were open she was still tired and wanted to sleep. He guided her to the bed and smiled when he heard the pleased sigh his beloved let out as the welcoming heat received. Giving her a last kiss on the head Nuada changed his clothes and went to his training, making mental note to talk to her supervisor and excuse her from work for the next week, he need to bring snacks, candy and especially chocolate for her, he also needed to always stay calm and remember that his (Y/n)’s hormones are out of control and that she was going through a lot of pain, so any harsh thing or nonsense she would say in the future was never meant and that she simply can’t help it.

The Elven prince wasn’t as prepared when he dealt with the red curse for the first time. it was a lot of chaos and he almost wanted to walk away for not understanding it better.

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He decided to finished training a bit early, so he can have time to bring (Y/n) food, because snakes alone isn’t healthy. He thought she was still sleeping peacefully, he didn’t expect to walk in the room and see (Y/n) crying as she stared at her Laptop screen. When she saw him more tears ran down her checks.

“N..Nuada..“ She said between sobs.

Putting her food to the side Nuada hurried to wrap his arm around the crying girl to comfort her, she pressed her face against his stomach and started crying. Taking the chance Nuada glance to her Laptop screen and rolled his eyes at what he saw. (Y/n) was watching one of those sad romantic human movies again, he never understood why does she purposely make herself feel bad to the level of crying if she hates the feeling so much. He now understand what male humans call their females a mystery. But still he did not point it out to her and allow her let out all her emotions. She finally looked up to him her eyes slightly puffy, her arms still not letting go of him as she rested her chin on his stomach.

“You won’t forget about me would you?“ She asked.

“Not this again.“ He couldn’t help but think with a smile, because despite her ridiculous question Nuada couldn’t help but think of how cute she was.

“No, I will not.“ He answered as he kissed her forehead.

“Then what if I forgot about you?!“ (Y/n) said as more tears threatened to escape her eyes.

Nuada pulled away from her enough for him to kneel down to be in her eye level. He cupped her face and looked into her eyes to show his sincerity on what he is about to say next.

“My dear, if You forget about me, then I shall do everything in my power to make you remember me again, and if you didn’t then I will make you fall for me again“ He assured. “And you shouldn’t be afraid if I was the one to lose his memories, because i know deep down that I will fall for you all over again.“

He then kissed her forehead, which (Y/n) learned from years together that this was his way of showing how much he adores her. He hopes that this little speech of his would stop her from crying but he was wrong as (Y/n) wrapped her arms around him and cried even more. Nuada could only sigh as he continued to rub her back in a soothing manner. After she had calmed down Nuada said the magic words that would lifted up his beloved mood. 

“Would you like chocolate?“ He asked calmly. and just as expected (Y/n) tensed in his arms before she slight pulled away to look at him shyly.

“You brought me chocolate?“ She asked timidly with a sniffle. Nuada had to hold back his laughter so his darling won’t mistake it for mockery. He pulled away from her to go bring the bag filled with sweets for her.

“Although I disagree with having chocolate before a proper meal, I will allow you this time.“ He said before giving her a bar of chocolate. “I assumed this is you favorite kind?“

Her answer came in her ignoring him and focusing on tearing off the plastic and devouring the treat, she let out a delighted moan that always seemed to make Nuada worked up... He could pin her right now and teach her a lesson on not to let out that kind of noise without him around, he had told (Y/n) that he doesn’t care or mind the blood, but she was still against it. Nuada shock his head from such thoughts and focused on giving his lady the special treatment she deserves... so she can repay him a week later. he thought a mischievous grin.

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It was night time, Nuada was preparing to join (Y/n), who was groaning in pain as she pulled her body in a fetal position. this sight pained him greatly because there is not much he can do. He brought her warm drinks, refilled the water bag with hot water, made sure she was wearing warm yet comfortable clothes, and is surrounded by soft pillows. It took some of his space but he didn’t care, he just focused on trying to ease her pain. 

“I guess from the groans that the pain killers didn’t work.“ He asked as joined her. She just shock a little under the blanket, which was a ‘No’.

Nuada thought for a moment before an idea came to him. 

“My dear, would you let me try something that might help you?“ He asked as he peaked under the blanket and found her staring back.

“What thing?“ she asked.

Nuada had (Y/n) laying on her side, she was still hugging the hot water bag in the front, and her back was facing Nuada and bare. The prince made sure that his hands were warm before he touched her. Next thing (Y/n) was letting out series of pleased sighs as he continued to massages her back focusing on the end of her back where most of the pain was. 

“How does it feel?“ He asked after what felt like half an hour.

“...Hmmm... Good...“ She said in a low sigh. “…So ..good...“

He chuckled before continuing to massage her back to do his best and ease the pain so she can fall a sleep. When (Y/N) felt that it was enough she rolled around so she can bury her face in his chest. Nuada just smiled, and he wrapped his arm around her to bring her close.

“Thank you, Nuada.“ Said (Y/n). “I can’t believe how did i go through this every month without you around.“

“You flatter me.“ He replied before closing his eyes to sleep. “But you know, I might have a solution to your “Red Curse”.“

“Oh really, and what is that?“ (Y/n) asked not opening her eyes.

“It’s a solution that only lasts 9 months though.“

When he said those words he felts a punch on his rib that didn’t hurt but made him laugh. (Y/n) lifted her head enough to look at him with one eye open.

“Don’t try your luck, princey.“ She replied with a low growl.

“No, promises.“ he said earning another punch to the rib, which made him laugh again.

Human females were not like Elves female at all, you didn’t have to worry about the Red curse, or hurting their feeling with the simplest words that were not meant as harmful, or keep them supplied with candy and junk food. But Nuada doesn’t care for he is ready to deal with anything to please his (Y/n).

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I hope you guys enjoyed this one, as I said before requests are still closed, and for those who are waiting, your request will come so don’t worry. 😊

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E4; Chapter Four, The Body - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧.

WARNINGS: Cursing. Homophobic comments from Tr*y [his in script use of the word fa*ry once] Reader fucking SNAPS.

|| 𝐑𝐞���𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The five of us rode our bikes down the road to school, El on the back of Mike's bike as usual. She seemed eager to soak in everything around her like she would never see it again. Wind brushed the wig aside and she clung tightly to Mike.

Mike was beginning to slow down, the group of us all growing tired from the ride. Soon enough, however, we were walking through the back doors to the schools. Mike was in the lead as he turns to speak to us as we walked.

"Okay, remember, if anyone sees us, look sad."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

'He is still missing, isn't he?'

My thoughts were interrupted by the crackling of the speaker.

"Attention students, there will be an assembly to honor Will Byers in the gymnasium now. Do not go to fourth period."

I looked to the ceiling at the mention of my best friend and by the time I looked ahead, we had made it outside the AV room. Mike was attempting to open the door but it must be locked.

"It's locked." Mike confirmed.

"What?" Lucas asked.

"Hey, El, is there any way for you to open it?" I ask.

Before she could respond, we all jumped at the voice of Mr. Clarke and froze.

"Boys? Lady." He nodded towards El.

"Hey." Lucas breathed, obviously startled.

"Assembly's about to start."

"We know. We're just, you know..." Mike works a solemn look on his face as he spoke and the others seemed to join in, including me although it wasn't that difficult.

"Upset." Lucas nodded, dropping his nervous smile.

"Yeah, definitely upset," Dustin muttered.

I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better to say nothing at all and even looked down to the ground. Channeling all my emotions from just hours before.

"We need some alone time."

"To... cry." Dustin hesitated.

"Yeah, listen... I get it. I do. I know how hard this is, but let's just be there for Will, huh? And then," Mr. Clarke reached into his pocket and pulled out a key.

He tossed the key to Mike who caught it upon instinct.

"the Heathkit is all yours for the rest of the day. What do you say?"

We all looked to each other, wearing subtle triumphant smirks. It couldn't have been that easy, could it?

Mr. Clarke seemed to finally notice that he had no idea who El was.

"I don't believe we've met. What's your name?"

El seemed shocked and began to say 'Eleven' when Mike panicked and cut in.

"Eleanor! She's my, uh-"

"Cousin!" Lucas jumped in.

"Second cousin," Dustin added.

I started to laugh but caught myself just in time to play it off as a cough. I pretended to clear my throat as I looked to Mr. Clarke who was looking a bit confused.

"She's here for Will's funeral." Mike sighed.

Mr. Clarke seemed content with this answer as he shrugged and turned to her.

"Ah, well, welcome to Hawkins Middle, Eleanor. I wish you were here under better circumstances."

She looked to us and Mike, then turned to Mr. Clarke nodding her head. "Thank you."

A small smile fought its way into my face. She was doing great.

"Uh, where are you from exactly?"

El shook her head, sighing exasperatedly. "Bad place-"

"Sweden!" Dustin cuts in.

"I have a lot of Swedish family."

"She hates it there."

"Cold!"

"Subzero."

Meanwhile, I had fought back another laugh at the whole exchange and I had to play it off as a cough yet again.

"Are you alright, Mr. Henderson?"

My head snapped up, but luckily I was fairly quick on my feet this time.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I woke up with a fever, haven't been feeling well all morning. But I insisted on coming. For Will." Mr. Clarke seemed satisfied with my answer and dismissed our odd behavior.

"Shall we?"

"Yep!" We all follow Mr. Clarke to the gymnasium in silence.

As we get closer, I can hear the principal speaking from inside.

"At times like these, it is important that we come together as a community. We come-"

Dustin swung open the gymnasium doors far too hard and the loud bang echoed throughout the gym that had drawn the attention of the crowd. I elbow Dustin. I feel him shifting on his feet beside me as panic sets in.

"Abort." He whispers, turning to leave.

Thankfully, Lucas stops him and shoved him forward.

"We come together to heal... we come together to grieve..."

As the principle continues his speech, the five of us wander into the bleachers to find a seat.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Will Byers' death is an unimaginable tragedy. Will was an exceptional student and a wonderful friend to all of us. It's impossible to express the hole his loss will leave in our community. I'd like to introduce you to Sandy Sloane. She's a local grief counselor from the church over in Jonesboro."

While the principal carried on, the five of us all looked to each other, all sharing the same thought.

'We need to get to that radio. And soon.'

"I just want those of you who are having trouble dealing with this tragic loss..."

"Look at these fakers." I heard Mike whisper.

"They probably didn't even know his name till today." Lucas scoffed.

My head whipped to the side when I heard hushed chuckling. I wasn't surprised to see Troy and his friend as the source of the laughter. I glared daggers into them and my hands gripped the edge of my seat until I was sure my knuckles would tear.

The boys and El seemed quick to follow my gaze because soon enough, we were all leaning over glaring at them.

"Who is interested in this? This is so stupid." He laughed.

I grit my teeth as my vision filled with red.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..."

"Y/n..." Lucas warned, reaching out for my arm. I wasn't paying attention, but for some reason, I felt his hand leave my arm almost as soon as he grabbed it.

"'Oh, he was such a great student. Oh, he's going to leave a hole in the community.'" Troy mocked, beginning to fake sob.

I began to shake with rage, wanting nothing more than to stand up and scream 'fu-'

"Y/n,"

"What?!" I hissed at Lucas, my head whipping around to face him, my jaw clenched.

I saw fear in his eyes as he glanced between my eye line and my hands. I looked down at my own hands to see the dangerously strong grip on the wood. I yanked my hands off the bench and rubbed my hands together, keeping to myself.

I was shocked to see the faintest imprint of the most vaguely shaped hand on the bench. It was hardly noticeable and I had to do a double take.

'What the hell?'

El was leaning over and she met my gaze. She briefly looked at my hands, seeming to dismiss whatever thoughts she had. Then looked to Troy.

"Mouth breather." She whispered.

I let out a strained chuckle and nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, mouth breather." I whispered, looking back and Troy.

Eventually, the bell rang, dismissing the assembly. Even though Lucas and Dustin seemed to have let it go, Mike and I were not finished.

"Hey! Hey! Hey Troy." Mike called.

I could tell he could hear us because he barely slowed down but was clearly laughing. I stomped towards him and called him out, loud and clear.

"Hey, jackass!"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. He seemed like he wanted to be mad, but almost like he was happy he got a rise out of us.

"You think that shit was funny?" My voice never wavered and the boys and El seemed just as shocked as I was feeling at my newfound courage.

"What'd you say, orphan?" He asked, dumbfounded.

He only called me that when he was really pissed at me.

"You heard me! And how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not an orphan if I was adopted, you dumbass! Now what the hell is in that tiny brain of yours that would compel you to laugh at someone dying, huh? I mean, shit, you must really be sick in the head. I feel sorry for you." I spit out my last few words, my voice dripping with malice.

By now I was in his face, finally letting out all the pent-up aggression I've harbored for years. And it felt good.

"Get the hell outta my face, freak!" He yells shoving me back.

I get ready to strike but Dustin grabs my arm before my fist can collide with Troy's face. I struggle to get free but my brother was determined to hold me back, with the help of Lucas of course.

"Control your 'brother', Toothless. Or he just might lose a few teeth of his own." He glares at me and I still attempt to break free.

Mike seems to have found his voice as all of this happened because he was the next to speak.

"H-Hey, he's right! Laughing like that? That's a pretty messed up thing to do."

Troy, glares at us as his minion speaks.

"Didn't you listen to the counselor, freaks? Grief shows itself in funny ways."

"You little shit-" I attempt once more to get a right hook in but Lucas stops me.

Troy laughs at me struggling.

"Besides, what's there to be sad about, anyway? Will's in fairyland now, right? Flying around with all the other little fairies. All happy and gay!"

Lucas loosened his grip on me, silently letting me go as Troy began dancing around, mocking Will.

I swung my fist and I felt it collide with his nose with a satisfying crack. He stumbled back and grasped his nose in surprise, he pulled his hand away to find a few drops of blood on his hands. The crowd that had gathered while all of this unfolded, gasped in surprise. I even earned some scattered cheers among the students.

I seemed to realize the consequences of my actions, but I was prepared to face them. It was worth it. I watched as he stormed towards me, blinded by fury.

"You're dead, freak!" He stomped towards me at a shocking speed and I stumbled back, bracing myself for the inevitable retaliation but it never came.

All I felt was a sudden pair of hands on my right arm, harshly pushing me out of the way. I looked in time to see it was Mike who pushed me out of the way. I gakwed in confusion at what happened next.

Troy had just begun to raise his arm as he was only inches from Mike when he froze.

He completely froze in place.

He seemed just as confused, if not more than anyone. That confusion quickly bubbled into fear as his eyes scanned the room as much as he could without moving his head.

It finally dawned on me and I spared a quick glance at El, who was laser-focused on Troy, head tilted down and the smallest hint of blood dripping from her nose. I smirked and looked back to Troy, a smug smile on my face.

I couldn't hold back the laughter as I saw his pants begin to dampen with urine. A stream of it began pooling at his leg, and it even soaked into his socks and shoes. Other students caught on quickly and one boy in particular, began laughing.

"Dude, Troy peed himself!"

The circle of kids erupted into laughter as Troy stood frozen in a puddle of his own pee. I turned to El, who wore a devilish smirk on her face as she glanced between Mike and me. She quickly wiped her nose and started walking away. The boys and I enjoyed this brief moment of bliss.

"Hey! What is going on here?" The principle shouted.

"Come on!" I whisper, gesturing for the boys who all had the same idea. Before people could start asking questions we grouped together and made our way to the AV room unnoticed.

[fairyoftbz]

[13:06]

🎄Day 23 of the Christmas project 🎄

You've been going round in circles in your living room since the beginning of the afternoon. A few days ago, Chanhee and Changmin, your two best friends, were fed up with seeing you pout or gag when you saw a couple in public, or just seeing them kiss their partners. So, behind your back, they decided to help you, but in their way.

"Here," Changmin said, handing you a piece of paper as you quietly watched a series on your computer, sprawled out on the sofa. You lifted your head from your screen doubtfully but grabbed some paper, frowning at the series of numbers hastily written on the small area. "Why are you giving me this?" You asked, and Chanhee came into the living room, a satisfied look on his face. "We were tired of watching you behaving like this when it's the best time of the year-" "No, it's the worst," you cut him off, getting a simultaneous sigh from the two boys in front of you, "with Valentine's Day, for single people, there's nothing worse than these two periods," you hit the space bar to pause your episode, knowing full well that it will take longer than expected. “Anyway,” Chanhee sighed, resuming the conversation, “to get you out of the house a bit and see a few people, we set you up on a date at the lake with someone." "What?" You straightened up from the couch, almost knocking the computer off your lap, "what did you do?" "We have a friend who has the same Christmas speech as you, so we decided to make you spend a day together." Who knows, maybe the magic of Christmas will work wonders,” he said falsely, nudging himself in the ribs by Changmin before moving to the right to avoid the hit you wanted to throw at him. "Is that how you thank us for organising you all day with someone?" "I don't remember asking you anything," you said curtly, crossing your arms over your chest, "and who's the more this guy?" “It's Juyeon. You know, the black-haired guy who was dancing the last time you came to Kevin's place?"

Your jaw dropped, barely brushing the ground. Who did they organise you a date with?

"You're joking, right?" Your voice trailed, and you sighed as the two boys in front of you didn't flinch. "And when is it?" "This afternoon." "I beg your fucking pardon?" You faced your two friends, who were surprised at your change of attitude. "Where is it? At what time?" You bombarded them with questions and details, drawing a smile on their faces. "Well you see, everything’s easier when you do your bit!" Changmin laughed, and you stuck your tongue out at him before sighing. "It's around 5 p.m. at the frozen lake. But don't worry, he just looked for you."

You spent the rest of the afternoon preparing yourself for the weather and the type of sport you were going to do. How were you going to admit to him that you never ice skated in your life, but still wanted to spend the evening with him? What were you going to do, sit on a bench watching him ride the ice, while you freeze your hands and toes? Sighing, you looked at yourself in the mirror, finding the right outfit to be comfortable on the skates. You grab an earmuff and mittens, as well as a scarf. Even though you were going to look like a turkey on ice cream, at least you felt beautiful.

Changmin clapped his hands as you walked out of your room, ready to go. You looked at your phone, and the more the minutes went by, the more you felt your heart beating faster in your rib cage.

"It's going to be okay Y/N, you don't have to stress," Chanhee declared, getting a sideways look from you. Of course, it was stressful, you don't know how to skate, and you go to the frozen lake!

You were about to answer when the intercom doorbell rang in the hall, forcing you to turn around and unlock the lobby door for him. Your friends got out at the same time as you, but let you get in the elevator on your own.

"Have fun, Y/N," they said as the doors closed on them, leaving you alone in the metal machine. When you got to the entrance, you heard the elevator go back up for your friends. As you looked around, you saw a young man with his hands in his padded jacket's pockets, pace up and down the hall. Opening the door, he lifted his head and smiled, shyly glancing at you from head to toe. Shyness flushed your cheeks, and he came over to you.

"Hi, Y/N," he said in a whisper before clearing his throat. You greeted him back and he craned his elbow to you so that you wrapped your hand around it, his jacket so thick that you couldn't even close your hand around his arm. Escorting you to his car, he opened the back door before turning back to you. "Since I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked, I chose the usual roses from you," he handed you a bouquet of red roses, placing your hand over your mouth as you let out a small cry of surprise, taking it from his hands. "But you shouldn't have, that's so sweet," you put a hand on your heart, seeing him smile as he scratched the back of his head. He didn't behave the same way as when he was with his friends, he turned into a shy bean when he was in front of a woman. "Shall we go?" He suggested as he opened the car door, knowing full well that you would still be staring at each other for hours if neither of them moved. You nodded and rushed into the vehicle before letting out a small sigh as he went around the car.

Once you got to the lake, Juyeon cut off contact as you noticed a small cabin nearby.

"Juyeon, I have something to tell you," you said shyly, looking down as you twirled a rose petal between your fingers. You stared at him for a brief moment before gazing back into the flowers, his startled look making you suddenly feel uneasy. "What's up?" He asked as you cleared your throat, speaking in an unsure voice. "I've never skated in my life," you spoke in one breath, Juyeon understanding your sentence seconds after you said it. He blinked a few times then smiled, turning in his seat to look at you. “Ah, that's okay. I'll teach you, alright?" You don't know what kind of reaction you expected from him, but not that one. He seemed outspoken and amused by the situation, inwardly relieved that it wasn't something more serious. "I thought you were going to tell me that you didn't want to come to our date anymore," your eyes widened, looking at him with a bewildered expression. "I will never do that! At least not with someone like you. Well, I mean," you stopped talking for a moment, trying to find a common thread in your sentence so as not to dig yourself in deeper into it, "I would leave the date only if I was feeling uncomfortable, and this is currently not the case."

A few minutes after getting out of the car with a big smile on your face, you headed towards the little cabin. Juyeon gave the man behind the counter a friendly hug, who greeted you with a nod and a smile. He handed you a pair of skates, as Juyeon walked across the counter to get himself one as well. He laughed when you looked at him with a confused look on your face, taking a seat on the bench next to you.

"I know him well, don't worry. He was my hockey coach when I was younger," he explained, and you stopped loosening the laces on your skate, taken aback. "Ah, so you are doing great at this..." you said before trying to get your foot into the skate. "Is... is this bad?" He asked with a smile. "No! No, not at all! It's just- yeah. I'm going to be the laughingstock of the lake, but whatever,” he shook his head at your words before dropping one knee at your feet. You moved back by reflex, but he stared up at you as he gently took your ankle in his hand, guiding your foot inside the shoe, the latter sliding smoothly inside. "We'll take the time all the time needed to make you feel comfortable, don't worry about it," he laced up your shoes as you watched him tackle the task, his attention not leaving you indifferent.

Walking on dry land wearing skates was almost an Olympic sport, trying not to sprain your ankle on your way to the ice. Juyeon took your hand to help you, thanking him with a smile. He put one foot on the ice, testing its quality before letting go of your hand, sliding across the ice like a pro player. You were dazed for a moment at your date's ease on the ice, your face making him smile a few feet away. His hand motioned you to come and join him, but you categorically refused, shaking your head from side to side. An amused smile spread across his face as he gathered momentum, dashing in your direction. He glided over the ice with such ease and flexibility that you stared at him in awe, your eyes never leaving his as he was about to plough into you.

You tried to step backwards, but it was as if your feet were frozen to the ground, captured by his beautiful brown orbs. You closed your eyes to take the blow, but it never happened, hearing Juyeon's skates braking on the ice in a sharp movement. As you reopened your eyes, you felt the hem of your pants wet in small spots, the blades of his skates having created a powder as they crumbled the ice.

"Wow," that's all you could say, and he laughed heartily, leaning over slightly to take your hand. "Do you trust me?" He asked in such a soft voice that you couldn't bring yourself to refuse. You extended your other hand to him, which he immediately grabbed, encouraging you with a nod to lay a skate on the ice. Your foot was weak, your balance unstable, but you felt confident with his gaze on you.

Alert, his gloved hands firmly held yours, you began to slide on the ice, looking at your feet as well as the rocks that were under the thick, transparent ice. A feeling of lightness invades your whole body, making you lift your head towards Juyeon. He smiled when he saw your look of wonder, he let go of one of your hands to move back to your side. You tensed when you felt the emptiness in your right hand, feeling that you were losing your balance. You were starting to panic, and Juyeon felt it, immediately circling his arm to keep you on your skates, a soft warmth spreading through your body. Unfortunately, this was not enough. A moment later you were sitting on the floor, your lower back and bum now sore. You realised in shock that you had taken your date with you in your fall since he was sitting next to you on the ice.

"I'm so sorry," you tried to keep your seriousness but burst out laughing at the situation you had put yourself in, Juyeon joining you in a matter of seconds. "Don't worry, it’s okay to fall. You're already doing well for a first time on skates," he reassured you as he stood up with some ease, moving behind you to help you up. Having no stable point of support, you couldn't get up, so Juyeon placed both hands on your ribs and lifted you, being sure you were standing before letting go of you and taking your hand.

Juyeon continued to help you slide on the ice for a few moments, enjoying the little moment together. You almost fell, but this time you landed in his arms. It surprised you both, but neither of you pulled away. Even, he held you to him with some force, but also a veil of shyness adorning his beautiful eyes. He searched your eyes for a hint of discomfort, which he never found much to his delight. Wanting to escape his gaze, you hid your face in his jacket, feeling his chest vibrate as he let out a chuckle. The embrace was soft and comforting, the setting sun and the light wind cooling the air. His gloved hands came to rest on your cheeks to make you look at him, a soft heat coming to embrace your nape and your neck. His tender, caring gaze examined you for a few seconds, his smile widening as the two of you stayed still on the ice, doing your best to keep a proper balance.

Juyeon gently raised his hand to come and lift one side of your earmuff, feeling the warm air of his breath against your ear which made you shudder gently.

"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered, and you pursed your lips, trying not to smile but your mission failed miserably, leaving a big smile on your face. "Thanks, you're not bad either," you whispered under your breath, clinging to the tails of the man's jacket in front of you. He winked at you before loosening your embrace, slowly pulling away from you.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" You suddenly asked with a panicked look. He came back to your side but swatted your arm as you tried to hold on to him. “Try it on your own, Y/N. Look, slide on one foot to the left, then to the right, and do that until you either feel comfortable or you fall,” you laughed in unison and cleared your throat, following his piece of advice. He skated beside you to the small cabin, catching up with you every now and then to get you back on your feet. It took a lot of effort and concentration since you had to ignore Juyeon's beautiful smile in order not to get distracted and fall.

Once you got to the small cabin, you nearly fell as you put one foot on the ground, narrowly catching yourself to a bench before spraining your ankle. Juyeon got off from the frozen lake more elegantly, removing the beanie which flattened his hair before ruffling it. You did the same with your earmuff, suddenly hearing everything louder. Slightly panting from all the effort, you sat down on the bench that saved you from your fall and began to loosen your skates, a soft feeling of relief flooding your feet.

"Do you want to come back one day?" Juyeon offered as he sat down next to you, undoing his skates with much more agility and speed than you. "Oh yeah, why not! It was cool, despite my countless falls," you joked, and he came over to lightly rub your lower back in comfort. "Stooop, I'm sure you'll get better. You just need practice," he said, grabbing one of your skates to hook the blade guard onto it. You smiled as you looked away, feeling the warmth of his hand on your lower back despite your jacket.

Before leaving, you took a few pictures of the place as a souvenir, discreetly directing your phone at your date who was admiring the scenery a few feet away from you. However, you weren't fast enough, and he noticed it, a big smile on his lips as you tried to hide your phone, an embarrassed look painted on your face. You started to trot towards the car as he started to chase you, uncontrollable laughter running through your body. Attempting to open the unlocked passenger door, you failed despite your many attempts, Juyeon coming over you. His body involuntarily blocked you against the car, and he stole a kiss on the forehead. It surprised you, but it felt nice, to the point of wanting him to do it again. He started twirling his keys around his finger, looking at you with an expression both embarrassed and satisfied. He unlocked the car and you quickly got into it, fastening your seat belt before he even started on the ignition.

"Do you want to go to the local cafe? We could drink something hot before we part ways, what do you say?" "Since you asked this sweetly, it's with great pleasure," you whispered, and he nodded, rubbing his hands with a smile before starting the car.

[dreamofmysoul-tsc]

I'll Stay Here With You Until This Dream Is Gone

A story about Matthew Fairchild and James Herondale

Title from “Burning House” by Cam

I’ve never written fanfiction before, nor am I really a writer, but this idea has been poking at my mind for awhile now so I figured I’d write it down. I probably won't write more fanfic btw, my brain just wouldn't let me rest until I wrote this 😅

Little nods to The Haunting of Hill House and Bly Manor if you squint

This story follows the theory that Matthew becomes a Downworlder; in this story he is a vampire, although it isn't that important. Also, lots of angst. Suffer with me y'all. Enjoy!

CW for talks of death and the afterlife

January, 1963

Watery, gray light filters through the thick, velvet curtains despite their best efforts to keep the sun at bay. The house sits quiet, empty save for its owner and a single butler. A man sits at an antique writing desk, blonde head bent over thick sheets of paper, each embossed with a golden MF. He writes slowly, thoughtful of each word he inks onto the pages. A glass of water sits precariously on the edge of the writing desk, half empty.

A series of swift knocks resounds throughout the home. The man doesn't raise his head, expecting his butler, Mr. Wingrave, to answer it. As expected, he hears the door creak open, followed by a quick, muffled exchange. Whoever decided to darken his doorstep leaves as fast as they came, the door closing shut with a resounding thunk. His butler begins to ascend the stairs, but the man continues to write his letter, a half smile beginning to turn up the corner of his mouth.

His bedroom door swings open. "Mr. Fairchild?" Wingrave stands on the threshold, a folded note held in his hand. It is without an envelope, as though whoever wrote it sent it off in a hurry.

"Yes?" Fairchild says distractedly, mind still occupied by his letter.

"A note for you, sent by a Mr. Owen Herondale, sir."

This causes Fairchild to pause. Why did his godson, whom he had visited just last week, send him a letter so early in the morning? Despite his best efforts, he feels a mix of curiosity and mild concern begin to build.

"From Owen? Whatever for?" Not expecting a response, he accepts the note from Wingrave. He unfolds the thin paper and feels his stomach drop.

Father is dying. Please get to the townhouse as soon as you can. He needs you.

-OH

James. His Jamie. He reads the succinct words over and over, unable to fully understand, or perhaps fully accept, their meaning. Of course he knew James was getting on in years, he isn't that in denial, but he had never fully sat back to think about how he would go on or what he would even do when James was gone. Now reality is crashing down on him, harsh and cold, as he lurches out of his seat and grabs for his coat. He barely gives himself time to put his shoes on before he's running out the door, only to be reminded harshly of his vampirism when the winter sun scalds his face. He can't find it in himself to care, ducking his head and sticking to the shaded walls of buildings as he sprints flat out toward Curzon Street.

Thanks to his vampire speed, he manages to limit his sun exposure and make it to Curzon Street in record time. He bangs on the townhouse door, red tears already welling up in his eyes, unnoticed until they begin to fall, cold, down his cheeks.

Owen opens the door immediately, black eyes wretched and lips pressed into a thin line, clearly trying to prevent himself from falling apart. He looks so like James, who always hated to cry too, that Matthew almost lets out the sob building up in his chest, yet he holds it in for Owen's sake. Matthew wraps him in a fierce hug, tucking his godson's face against his neck like Owen used to do when he was a boy. Owen holds onto his godfather's coat, trembling but still trying his best to keep it together.

Owen pulls back, sniffling and red eyed, voice hoarse as he says "Dad is upstairs in the bedroom. He's been asking for you all morning. I'm sorry I summoned you so early, but I just don't know how much time he has left." His voice cracks as he says it, tears finally falling. Matthew holds his face in his hands and wipes them away, pushing his hair from his forehead. Despite being in his 40s, Matthew will always see him as the chubby faced little boy Owen was so many years ago.

Taking a deep breath, Matthew ascends the stairs up to Jamie's bedroom. Cordelia, having passed a year prior, would've reprimanded him for getting dirt and slush on her lovely rugs. He almost chuckles at the memory.

James' door is already ajar as Matthew gently pushes it open. It takes Matthew yet another valiant effort to hold in a sob. James lays back on the bed, hands folded over each other, white hair fanned out behind his head like a halo. He holds a gold necklace in one hand, a miniature globe attached to the end of it, and a photograph in the other.

Matthew takes a seat in the cushioned chair by the bed and rests his hands on the duvet in an attempt to stop their shaking. "Jamie," he whispers, voice hoarse.

James' eyes crack open, still the same champagne gold as when he was a young man, and miraculously, he smiles. Matthew finally lets out the cries he's been holding in upon seeing that smile, warm and earnest, a smile that can only be described as so perfectly James.

James sets the objects in his hands aside and reaches out a surprisingly steady hand as Matthew meets him in the middle. He holds onto James' hand like it's a life raft, pressing his knuckles to his forehead and doing nothing to quiet his crying.

"If I had known it'd be this soon-" he chokes out, red tears staining James' calloused hands.

James cuts him off gently. "None of that, Matthew. What was I supposed to do, wait around until death came for me? My body is giving up on me, Math. I knew that my time was coming and that's exactly why I need you here. Because despite everything, I'm afraid. And although you no longer have the rune, we are still parabatai. I'm afraid of what comes after, Math, and I...please, just sit with me."

Matthew looks up, bloody tears dripping steadily onto James' poor bedsheets. He squeezes his parabatai's hand and he nods. "Of course I'll stay with you, Jamie bach. Whither thou goest, I shall go, remember? Even if I can't feel you, I won't let you go into the dark alone."

James lets out a soft chuckle as tears form in his eyes and squeezes Matthew's hand in return. "Thank you, Math."

As the day progresses into night, Matthew finds himself laying next to his parabatai, pushing his white hair back from his forehead and listening to his slow, wheezing breath. James sleeps and Matthew watches, afraid that if he so much as looks away from him, his friend won't have a hand to guide him into his afterlife.

Owen visits periodically to check on his father, occasionally clutching onto his hand and looking on with heartbroken eyes. He's even so kind as to offer his godfather blood, blood that they kept refrigerated for his visits, but the thought of stomaching anything causes bile to rise in the back of Matthew's throat.

Earlier, while arranging himself on James's bed, he finally caught a glimpse of the photograph James had held in his hand. It was a photo of them in their teenage years, Matthew's arm draped over James' shoulders, dressed in fashions well out of style, bright smiles on their faces. Matthew remembered that day well. It was a hot day in June and they'd gone to Regent's Park to enjoy the summer weather and catch up on reading. What had started as a peaceful summer day had ended with Matthew dramatically-and loudly- reciting passages from Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest while passersby looked on in faint amusement or unmasked annoyance. James had been mortified, repeatedly begging Matthew to stop through fits of laughter, ending with the boys play wrestling in the grass as James attempted to grab the play's script from Matthew's hands. They had ended up with grass stains all over their shirts, leaves sticking up in their hair, and Matthew was fairly certain he'd almost upended their picnic basket into the pond. It had been one of the best days of Matthew's life.

Matthew laughed through his tears as he gazed down at the photo, holding onto James' hand even tighter and continuing to watch him. He had once called James his heart and now he realizes how true he had been. James was always steady and strong, a presence he could rely on when he oftentimes couldn't even rely on himself. He kept Matthew tethered to the earth while Matthew in turn kept James from getting lost in his head. Matthew the kite, James the line. And without the line, Matthew wasn't sure what he was going to do.

Logically, he knew this would happen. James would die and Matthew would live on, unchanging. And one day he would realize he had lived more days without James than with him. The sense of panic he felt at the thought of forgetting his laugh, his dry wit, the specific way he annotated his books, even the way he made his tea, was so strong it almost knocked the breath out of him.

But as he takes in the face of his parabatai, his best friend, that panic winks out as quick as it came. Matthew's death was uncertain, but it wouldn't evade him forever. And although Matthew never considered himself a spiritual man, he believed that he would see James again. He had to believe that, otherwise he knew that his grief would threaten to eat him alive. Matthew knew that James' grief had threatened to eat him alive, too, after Cordelia's passing. If Matthew can gift his friend a peaceful end, he hopes with everything he has that Cordelia will be there to guide James home.

James dies not in the thick of battle or at the vicious claws of a demon, but in his bed, left hand held in the iron grip of his parabatai. He dies gently, quietly, breath suddenly stopping, hands going limp at his sides. Matthew hears his heart stop beating before James even exhales for that final time, pressing his forehead to his friend's and letting himself cry, guttural and grief stricken, unashamedly weeping into his parabatai's neck. Distantly, he hears his godson enter the room despite the late hour. Distantly, he sees Owen fall to his knees next to his father's bedside and clutch at his arm, joining Matthew in his lamentation.

And so, he holds onto James' hand and he cries. And he hopes with everything he has that he will see him again. He keeps that hope in his chest, a lighthouse on a distant, stormy shore, as he closes his parabatai's eyes and whispers, "Ave atque vale, Jamie bach. Hail and farewell."

[brief-candle]

I just read kyojuro's deth :'( please give me fluff with the flame husbando ToT i'm in depression and thanks for the shinobu imagine ❤❤💞💞 I love it!!!

ask and you shall receive!

sorry this took so long. i thought i’d get it done sooner because of quarantine but all i wanna do is drink chocolate milk and cry, so apparently not. plus college is being really mean and giving even more work than i do in lesson usually (maybe bc i usually stare off into space for half the lesson but we don’t talk about it).

series: kimetsu no yaiba/ demon slayer.

notes: fluff with a side of angst, possible kimetsu no yaiba spoilers!!

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His hair was soft. It looked soft, to be fair, with the way it fell around his face in such vibrant and fiery colours. However you couldn’t see his face at that moment, as you chose to run your fingers through his locks. At first it was rather difficult, with his mane being all tangled and knotted from having just finished his daily training.

Even watching him made you tired. Running fingers through his hair for over ten minutes made you tired. But that didn’t stop you doing it; he clearly enjoyed the calm, constant action and the light scratch of nails against his scalp. Plus, you thought as he leaned not-too-subtly into your hand, the least he deserved was a little time where he could unwind. A little pampering. Especially considering how much he’d done for you- it was the very least you could give back to him.

“Kyoujurou,” it was barely a whisper; the ghost of a sigh upon the faint breeze.

He hummed questioningly, the turning of his head causing you to stop your ministrations. His eyes were wide, enthusiastic as ever. It was rare to see such an expression slip, even rarer to see his face without his smile. Though some of the things he said with that smile were rather concerning...

“What is it?”

For a moment, you hesitated. You weren’t quite sure why you’d called his name to gain his attention. Perhaps you knew just a few moments earlier, but the reason had long left you now.

In some form of shame at such forgetfulness, you tore your gaze from his and directed it towards you hands, which were folded neatly in your lap. The fingers entwined for a moment, fiddling and hands squeezing before finally relaxing.

You were nervous. But why was it so?

Another pair of hands joined those in your lap. They were large, with callouses that ran deep into their skin. The sight was rather sad to see, his hands being so rough while yours were so soft in comparison. Why had he had to suffer so much?

“Don’t worry, you can tell me anything! Take your time if you need to!”

Tentatively, you glanced back up at him. Just like usual, he was smiling. However it was a smile he saved for very few people, with eyes squinting and lips parted rather cheekily. Such a smile would never make its way to the eyes of many, even those of his fellow Hashira.

And you were glad.

It was selfish, but you would be happiest to know that such an expression- like a little personal ray of sunshine- was meant for your eyes only. Indeed, you’d imagine yourself to be the happiest person in the whole world to hear such news. For Kyoujurou was more than just your world; he was the first glimpse of sun to break over the horizon at daybreak, the fire to keep you warm and alive when there is nothing else.

As you squeezed back at his hands, your solemn expression managed to crack, making way for a toothy smile of your own. And he looked almost ecstatic seeing it, if such a thing could be possible for him, considering how enthusiastic he always seemed to look.

“I was just...”

Once more, you wanted to dismiss it, to tell him that it was nothing. However, with a heavy exhale and slumped shoulders, you opted to spill what you were thinking.

“I was thinking about the mission... you know, the one you’ll be going on in a few days?”

Kyoujurou blinked. Then he spoke after a short period of silence,

“Yes, what of it?”

“Well...”

It was awkward to talk about, seeing as the whole thing just tainted your thoughts with negativity that just threatened to overflow.

His eyes softened, though you did not see it. What you did notice, however, was how quickly he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. He was warm. Not that you expected any different, considering you’d been held like this countless times before.

You returned the gesture, shaking hands stilling as you hugged him as tightly as you could. It had no effect on him, though you expected as much. Your strength was barely a raindrop compared to his ocean.

Kyoujurou chuckled, the soft rocking it produced helping to calm you along with his general presence. He was calming to be around. You feared you’d be lost, terribly unsure of what to do, without his calming company.

“I’ll be just fine! I’ve been on worse-sounding missions and come back, after all, haven’t I?”

You felt the telltale sign of tears coming: the quiver of your bottom lip. As some meagre effort to still this, you bit down on it softly.

“Mhm!”

Yes, he had been. And he’d always returned, grinning widely as you greeted him. However he hadn’t always returned in the best of conditions, and you’d worried endlessly before and during each one. Hell- you’d even worried after! Worrying about if he’d recover properly, if you were even being helpful at all...

What you feared most is that he’d head off with his usual demeanour and keep you waiting. And you would wait for him.

You’d wait forever for a mere chance at seeing that grin as he came home again.

[moonprincemulti]

Suffering In Silence - Chapter 3

- 4 Oct 2020

- third chapter of a series (SIS)

- abused changbin x protective seungmin

- top seungmin x bottom changbin

- creds to @monscastle​ for the edit

As Changbin sat down at his seat the next morning, Seungmin had already noticed how different the smaller male looked compared to the day before. Seungmin could clearly see the puffiness of Changbin's right eye, even though the make-up covered the discolouration pretty well. Changbin didn't dare to look around, just focusing on his books in front of him.

Seungmin sighed softly and turned to Jisung and Chan. "Do you guys see that? His right eye?" Jisung perked up, immediately looking over at Changbin. Jisung stared at the clearly sleep deprived male, trying to see what Seungmin was hinting at. Seungmin nudged Jisung. "Not like that, idiot! Do you want him to know we are looking at him?"

Jisung looked at Seungmin and shrugged. "How else am I supposed to see it?" Chan shook his head, taking small glances at Changbin to see what Seungmin meant. "Yeah I see it. He covered it pretty well but, you can't hide the puffiness." Jisung huffed and crossed his arms. "Where do you think he got it from?"

Seungmin shrugged, biting his lip slightly. "I don't know. He was oddly quiet when we walked to school. Not really answering any of my questions.." Chan looked at his books as he thought about what could've caused Changbin's puffy eye. "You think he could've gotten into a fight?" "Maybe, but with who? He went straight home as far as I know.." Seungmin sighed. "I'll try and ask him later.."

Seungmin looked back at Changbin, his head bobbing every few seconds, trying to stay awake with all his might. Seungmin felt worried for the smaller, having a puffy eye, being sleep deprived, staying quiet during conversations... Seungmin really wanted to know what was making Changbin like this. Changbin made it seem like nothing was going on, but all these hints made Seungmin doubt if that was really the case.

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Changbin sighed as he walked onto the sports field. He hated gym class, but he hated it even more now that he was tired and in pain. He ignored the happy cheers of his classmates, who were excited to run around on the field. The teacher had told them they were playing rugby today, and Changbin could already see himself totally failing to play along.

The teacher divided the class into teams, nudging Changbin as she saw him close his eyes. "Hey, stay awake. It's not nap time, mister." Changbin bowed slightly and apologized, taking a deep breath. He blinked rapidly, trying to gather all of his energy. He took his position in the field, groaning softly as the teacher blew the whistle loudly to start the game.

The others began running, Changbin staying behind a bit. He watched them run across the field, yelling at eachother. Changbin felt his right eye twitch, his vision going slightly blurry. He jogged to get closer, but their yells made no sense to him.The teacher shook her head. "Changbin get in there!"

Changbin sighed and went even closer to the others, trying to act as if he was playing along. He felt his head began to throb slightly, as the quick movements and loud yells weren't really helping his current state. He tried to reach out for the ball a few times, but was just pushed aside as the others kept playing.

Changbin eventually just stood still, the world around him spinning a bit. Seungmin had noticed it, but was too involved in the game to be able to go to him. He got the ball from a teammate, running off to try and make a goal. The teacher yelled at Changbin, but she got no response from him. She then encouraged the others to get him to play along.

Changbin just stood there, his vision blurry, the world around him spinning more and more. He heard the yells increase in volume, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he couldn't understand them. He then felt a big blow to the side of his head, stumbling sideways a bit. He groaned out in pain, as the rugby ball had hit the exact same spot that had hit the floor yesterday.

Changbin held his head, the yells growing even louder. Before he could open his eyes to look around, he was tackled, thrown on the ground by one of his classmates. Changbin felt a rush of pain go through his whole body, as the force of the tackle made him hit his back, the burn wounds making him scream out. His classmate looked at him in total shock, Changbin pushing him off out of instinct.

The others were all shocked at what happened, running to them in an attempt to help them. Changbin got up, groaning and cursing in pain. He got to his feet, the teacher trying to get him to stay, but Changbin had to get away. His eyes were starting to get teary, and he didn't want anybody to find out in how much pain he really was.

Changbin pushed everybody away from him, stumbling towards the dressing rooms. The teacher watched him storm off, sighing a bit. "Can anybody go after him?" Seungmin quickly raised his hand. "I'll go after him!" The teacher nodded and let Seungmin go, gathering the others to continue the game. Seungmin ran after Changbin, hoping he could prevent him from locking himself into a bathroom stall.

Seungmin walked into the dressing room, seeing Changbin on the floor, curled up against the wall. He could hear him crying softly, his heart breaking at the sight. "Changbin?" Changbin stopped and looked up, quickly looking away as he saw who it was. He wiped away his tears, hiding his face in his knees. "Go away."

"Can I get you anything? Water? An ice pack?" Seungmin walked closer, kneeling down next to him. Changbin just stayed quiet, trying his best to hold in his tears in front of the taller male. Seungmin sighed and placed a hand on Changbin's shoulder, but Changbin pushed it off. "I don't need your help. Go away."

Seungmin sighed and looked down. "I'm just trying to make sure you're alright. You looked bad from the moment we walked to school together.." Seungmin took a deep breath. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" "No, cause it's none of your business. Just go back to class already." Changbin wiped away some more tears, but cursed softly as he looked at his hand.

"Shit.." Seungmin tilted his head. "What? Hey, look at me for a second.." Changbin shook his head. "No, fuck off." "Changbin please.. look at me. I've noticed your puffy eye already, you don't have to hide it from me.." Changbin sniffled and cursed internally. He then gave in, turning his head. His shiner was now clearly visible, as the make-up had been wiped off.

Seungmin gasped softly as he saw it, immediately reaching out to touch it slightly. Changbin hissed and pushed Seungmin's hand away. "Oh.. sorry..." Changbin huffed and looked down. "Whatever.." "You know, the others might think you got it from the ball.. I don't have any make-up to cover it up again.."

Changbin glanced at Seungmin. "You think they'll believe that?" "I think so.." Seungmin sighed and looked down. "I uhm.. I won't ask but.. you gotta take care of it when you come home." Changbin chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah I'll try.." "No I'm serious. It can get worse if you don't-" "I said I'll try! Geez.." Changbin looked away.

Seungmin nodded and offered Changbin a hand. "Shall we go back? I'm sure the teacher won't let you play anymore. Or do you want to go home?" Changbin shook his head. "No no, I can't go home." "Alright.." Seungmin smiled softly. Changbin look at him for a moment before taking his hand.

They got up, slowly making their way back to the field. Changbin didn't speak as they walked. Seungmin looked at the smaller, still worried about him. "If you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to me. I'm here for you, okay?" Changbin shrugged, leaving Seungmin a bit disappointed.

"I won't judge you for anything, I swear. You can tell me everything." "I'll decide when I need to speak to you." Changbin said coldly, but deep inside he felt grateful that he could rely on Seungmin. He was relieved a bit, as if he knew he could trust him now. From that moment on, his motto became 'Seungmin will wait for me at the stop sign'.

And Seungmin did. After two more long periods of Changbin not appearing at school, Seungmin made sure to wait for the smaller male every morning. He got more and more curious to what was happening, but he didn't want to push Changbin into spilling his secret. The truth would come out eventually, right?

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A month or so went by, and Changbin trusted Seungmin more and more. Winter came sooner than people had suspected, and the city was soon covered with a thick layer of snow. Changbin lacked the proper clothes to protect him from the cold, and he had lied to Seungmin about being able to handle the cold air.

Seungmin had acted to believe Changbin, but when he saw Changbin walking towards the stop sign with purple coloured lips one morning, he rolled his eyes. He took off his jacket, placing it over the smaller male's shoulders. "Please, stop lying already." Changbin just looked at Seungmin with an apologetic face.

Seungmin smiled softly and they walked to school together. Seungmin looked at the snowflakes that drifted down. "If it keeps snowing like this, we'll be snowed in." Changbin bit his lip, nuzzling deeper into Seungmin's jacket. He had never really paid any attention to the scent of the taller, but now as the jacket was around his shoulder, he could focus on it.

"We'll be fine. We can't get snowed in. They'll keep the roads and doors free." Changbin said, hoping it would be true. He didn't want to be snowed in, he would be trapped at school with nosy people, and he wasn't ready to be talking to them for hours. Would his father blame him for staying away from him, even if it was the weather that made it impossible?

"Changbin?" "Hm, what?" "I asked you, would you rather have a snowstorm or a heatwave?" Changbin looked at Seungmin, confused by this sudden question. "Huh? What do you mean?" Seungmin shrugged, smiling slightly. "You know, just.. I was curious. A would you rather question is always fun." Seungmin looked at Changbin, seeing him snuggled in the jacket. He smiled, happy that the smaller didn't reject this small way of showing that he cared.

"Well, I guess.. heatwave? Heatwave still means school but snowstorm might mean stuck at home." Changbin said, not really thinking about how that sounded. Seungmin tilted his head, wondering why Changbin had chosen those two reasons. "So.. you like being at school? Is there something at home that you don't like?" Changbin gasped and then quickly shook his head.

"No no, honestly, I don't care. I like being at school.. you know.. I don't mind studying." Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, not fully trusting the sudden change in Changbin's words. "Right.." Seungmin stopped as they reached the school gates. "Well... let's go study then. If you like it so much.." Changbin just nodded and quickly walked to the entrance, hoping Seungmin would forget about this in an hour or so.

As they sat down in class, every student was chatting about the snow. There were rumours going around about a snowstorm later that day, and everybody was wondering if they would get send home early. Changbin sighed, hoping the snowstorm would be fake, as he really didn't want to go home again. Because if he did, and they got snowed in, he would be stuck at home with his father. He shivered and tried to focus on his books, hoping for the best.

After their first break, the teacher walked into the classroom, clearly a bit worried. He silenced the students, clearing his throat. "The city is warning us about the upcoming snowstorm and uh.. it looks like we have to let you go earlier. They expect the storm to be so heavy in an hour that it is dangerous to go outside." The students errupted in excited and anxious chatter, wondering what would happen.

Changbin sighed deeply, a horrible feeling going through his body. He didn't want this. He had hoped so deeply that this wouldn't happen. The teacher ushered everyone to silence before explaining the action plan. They would call their parents, seeing if they could be picked up or had to walk home. As Seungmin took out his phone, he glanced over at Changbin.

He noticed the smaller not undertaking any action, remembering what he had said earlier that day. 'Stuck at home'. Seungmin took a deep breath, calling his mom to see if she was home. As he called, he kept watching Changbin, wondering if he should offer the male to go home with him. He smiled as his mom told him that he could bring a classmate home, if they were unable to go home by themselves.

Seungmin stood up, shoving his phone back in his pocket as he walked to Changbin. "Hey uh.." Seungmin took a deep breath, Changbin looking up at him. "Can you go home?" Seungmin asked carefully, already knowing the answer, but acting like he didn't know what Changbin was feeling. Changbin sighed and nodded. "Yeah, we can walk home like normal, I'll resume my way home alone."

"Well, if you change your mind, you can go home with me." Seungmin smiled gently, Changbin smiling back at him. "Thanks. But it probably won't be needed." "The offer still stands." Seungmin chuckled. He took a deep breath, seeing some students leave as their parents had come to get them. Seungmin look outside the window, seeing how heavy the snowfall was, the wind being so strong that the snowflakes were falling almost diagonal.

The teacher checked on everybody to see if they were going home, Seungmin telling him that Changbin and he would walk together as Changbin's parents couldn't come and get him. Changbin stayed quiet, his mind racing 100 miles an hour as he didn't want to go home, scared for whatever his father would do to him. Seungmin placed a hand on Changbin's shoulder. "Let's go. We want to be home before the storm hits."

As they walked, Seungmin found it hard to see Changbin shiver from the cold. But taking off his own jacket in this weather... Seungmin sighed and looked at Changbin. "Come here." Seungmin wrapped an arm around Changbin's shoulder, holding him close as they walked. Changbin tensed up slightly, but let Seungmin hold him. He was cold and scared, so he didn't have the energy to tell Seungmin off.

They stopped walking as they reached the crossing where they usually parted ways. They stared at a tree, which had fallen down right onto the street Changbin had to go in, and they could hear some sirens further down the way. Changbin gulped, knowing he could take a different route, but something felt off. As if he shouldn't go home. Seungmin took a deep breath and looked at the smaller, who was leaning against him.

"Let's go to my place, okay? Maybe when they clear the street I can walk you home.." Seungmin said softly, not knowing how Changbin would react. Changbin felt the anxiety rush through his body, shivering even more. He glanced at Seungmin, but he knew he didn't have another choice. Changbin nodded ever so slightly, already regretting his decision the moment they started walking again.

[dovechim]

good boy, chimmy (m)

➾ werewolf jimin x reader

➾ 4.3k 

➾ a series of drabbles for the dark side of the moon 

➾ warnings: pregnancy sex, facefucking, oral sex, cumplay, slight degradation, dom!wolf jimin... slight crack. 

➾ summary: jimin turns himself into his wolf form just as your parents are over to visit. hilarity ensues

➾ a/n: it’s been a year since dark side came out. i wanted to thank you all for giving me so much love and support and continue my tradition of a jimin fic on my birthday. i dont like birthdays much, so i thought i’d spend it writing a gift for all of you whom i love and treasure so much. thank you for making me feel less lonely. 

on this day forth, it shall be a good day! love, addie 

“Oh my god, you are so whipped for her. So. Fucking. Whipped.” Taehyung can’t stop himself from laughing as he plops down on the sofa. “You stopped eating raw meat because it makes her throw up? How do you even live?”

Jimin rushes to put his hands over your belly and shoot him an irritated glare. “Language! They hear everything. If my children start swearing instead of crying the moment they come out, it’ll be on your head. And I’m not sure I can stop myself from tearing into you-“

“Enough, oh my god,” you brush Jimin’s hands away and peel your shirt away from your body. These days it seems as if your body temperature is always sky rocketing; you’re always covered in sweat and wishing you were wearing less clothes. As a result your temper has been shorter than usual, and the thought of having at least 9 months to go makes you want to throw up.

Would your gestation period be longer or shorter since you fucked a werewolf? How many of Jimin’s bastard babies are in your stomach right now? What is the most painful way you can make him suffer for landing you in this state?

It’s safe to say that the tables have turned now. More often than not Jimin finds himself tiptoeing around you, the alpha in him strangely subdued and content just to submit to whatever your heart desires. Running back and forth to get you late night cravings of fries and ice cream, cutting out raw meat from his diet altogether, and even making sure he showers twice before coming back from a hunt so that he doesn’t reek of blood and animal remains.

“Don’t provoke him, you know how he gets when he’s all pissy,” you warn Taehyung as you push yourself to your feet. “And you guys need to leave. I appreciate all the help, but my parents will be here in less than 10 minutes, and…”

“Can I touch?” Jungkook looks up at you with those sparkly doe eyes of his, hands hovering over your still flat belly. Granted, the punk has more manners than most, asking for permission is more than you expected of him. He looks entirely fascinated with your pregnant state, even though it hasn’t progressed enough for there to be any visible changes yet.

“Sure, go ahead,” you sigh, and Jungkook gently places his palm over where he thinks your womb is. You have to put your hand over his and move it from your ribs down to your lower belly, barely biting back a giggle.

“Hmm… doesn’t seem like there are too many in here,” he remarks. “If you’d let me do the job, I’m sure you’d be showing by now. And I’ll make sure to give you at least triplets, at least… I was thinking maybe eight?”

Jimin snarls a warning in his throat, and you glance over at him warily, silently bidding him to stand down. Jungkook is not a threat, he’s just insubordinate and a rude little punk who doesn’t know better.

“Thank God I didn’t pick you,” you roll your eyes, pushing his hand away when you decided you’ve had enough of him. “I’m not sure I could survive that ordeal.”

“Which one? The baby making or the giving birth?” Jungkook grins cheekily, and this time Jimin really lunges across the room for the youngest, bicep tight against his throat and teeth bared.

Children. You’re living with a bunch of children.

Checking your watch, you realise you really don’t have much time left to let them roughhouse with each other like this. Clearing your throat loudly, you manage to slide your body in between the two males, and it works because they are hyper aware of your state. These days they all treat you like you’re as fragile as glass, and you can’t say you appreciate being coddled and drooled all over by three large dogs, but you know when to use it to your advantage. Jimin and Jungkook immediately freeze, eyes immediately on you to make sure that they don’t accidentally hurt you.

“We can continue this another time, okay?” You bury your hand into Jungkook’s collar and push your chin toward the door, glancing at Taehyung for a little help. “Taehyung? Would you like to be of assistance, please?”

The older man immediately jogs over to sling an arm around Jungkook’s neck, and then they wrestle each other out the door. You breathe a sigh of relief and turn back to Jimin, only to realise-

The cute, endearing and sometimes bratty Park Jimin is gone, and in his place is a large silver wolf.

“Oh my god, Jimin, wh-“ You press a hand to your mouth to stifle your alarm, knowing full well that high pitched tones don’t sit well with werewolves. You have no doubt that Jimin would never hurt you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t hurt himself. “Why did you change?”

The silver wolf only shakes his head and grunts in annoyance, pacing around the living room in a manner that conveys his thoughts just as clearly as if he’d spoken. His muscles are rippling with pent up aggression as he moves around the room at a rapid pace, fur rustling in the breeze of his own making.

That stupid bastard Jeon Jungkook. I swear I’ll rip his throat to pieces one of these days…

You sink down onto the sofa with a sigh, massaging your temple. Jimin immediately comes over and presses his nose to your face in concern, his wet nose making you grimace as he sniffs your neck.  Jimin busies himself with checking you all over to make sure that you’re alright, anger from a few moments ago forgotten. He sits quietly at your feet, one large paw resting gently on your knee as his gunmetal eyes focus on you intently.

“This isn’t funny, Jimin. Change back now. My parents will be here anytime soon. So you need to get your anger under control, or else-“

Then, the unimaginable happens. The doorbell rings.

Jimin’s ears perk up immediately, and he beings bounding around the room in great strides. He is clearly panicking, and this is not helping things. He won’t be able to change back into his human form if he’s emotionally distressed, and your parents are right outside the door. He stops in the middle of the room and turns to you, eyes wide and you can see the very real, very human look of panic in his wolfish eyes.

What should I do now?

“J-just stay there. Sit. Sit like a good boy.” You raise a stern finger to him. Normally Jimin would have you over his knee and give you the spanking of your life for daring to treat him like a common household pet, but even this time he recognises that he’s in the wrong. He dips his head guiltily, eyes occasionally darting up to catch a glimpse of you.

You turn your back to him and head over to the door, opening it just a crack.

“Oh our lovely daughter!!!! We missed you so much, let me see your belly!” Your mom squeals immediately, pushing the door open wider so that she can see your entire frame. “You’ve grown so much bigger since the last photo you sent us!”

Your dad stands behind her with a pleased smile, watching as you’re engulfed into a hug.

“Um actually… I haven’t started showing yet,” you mumble into your mom’s hair, but it goes ignored as she fusses over whether you’re wearing warm enough clothing, whether you’re eating enough, things like that. To stop her from going on her tirade, you invite them both to come in with a strained smile.

“Oh of course! I brought some side dishes. And I’ll cook dinner tonight, so you just sit back and relax- OH MY GOD!!!!!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT THING?”

You wince and resist the urge to cover your ears. Following your mom’s line of sight, you see Park Jimin sitting quietly in his wolf form, ears laid back in submission and clear, lurid eyes following your every move. Your eyes linger on the huge wolf for a second, begging him silently to be on his best behaviour, and as if reading your thoughts, Jimin puts his head on his front paws, wagging his tail ever so slightly in what he thinks is a good imitation of a real dog.

“It’s… um… it’s just… my dog!” You laugh nervously, patting your mom’s shoulder. “I didn’t tell you? I adopted a dog! His name is… he’s Chimmy.”

“God, honey no! That’s not a dog, it’s… it’s… it’s MASSIVE!” Your mom backs away from Jimin, her eyes wide as she glances at your dad. “Tell me that isn’t a dog. Tell me I’m seeing things.”

Jimin makes a small whining noise in the back of his throat as he blinks at you. You immediately rush over to cradle his large head in your arms, sinking into his thick fur as you press a kiss to the top of his head. “You hurt his feelings! Isn’t that right, Chim? Good boy, good dog.” You scratch him under the chin and behind the ear, and Jimin closes his eyes in pleasure.

He pushes his nose into your neck, scenting you like he always does. Your smell always helps to keep him calm, and Jimin can’t take any chances of not being on his best behaviour, especially when your parents are around. Jimin extends his tongue to lick all over your face, following his instincts to try and lick the inside of your mouth and cover you in wet dog kisses to show you just how much he loves you.

Unfortunately you don’t care much for the smell of his breath, and you push his head away, making Jimin whine.

Your dad approaches carefully, eyeing Jimin’s massive paws and the muscles that ripple under his thick silver coat. Reaching out a hand, he touches Jimin’s shoulder cautiously, and his hand sinks into the thick luxurious fur. “He’s big, isn’t he? He’s almost the size of this entire sofa!”

“Um, well… he’s kinda of the leader of his pack. That’s why,” you watch your dad stroke Jimin’s back and resist the urge to pinch yourself to see if you’re dreaming. What a sight to see your father actually stroking your husband on the back like this. This is a secret you’ll have to take to your grave. “Sometimes he can be a little bit bossy, but he just wants to protect me, that’s all.”

Jimin buries his head in your chest and sniffs in mock hurt.

“They don’t like to be looked at when they’re getting pets,” you explain. “But he’s like a lap dog. He just wants all the pets in the world.”  

“Well, your mother has never been good with dogs,” your dad comments, giving Jimin a few scratches behind his ear before he stands. “Good lord. I think he’s big enough to carry you on his back, isn’t he?”

“He is,” you smile fondly at Jimin, who is lavishing in the abundance of praise, eyes dancing with mirth. “He’s also a stubborn brat when it counts.”

“Where’s Jimin anyway?” Your mother questions, looking around for your husband. “I was looking forward to seeing him. That man. So handsome. Your babies will be absolutely gorgeous!”

At the mention of his name, Jimin perks up and sits straight, ears pricked and tail wagging, obviously over the moon after hearing your mother praise him to the heavens. You have to dig a hand into the scruff of his neck to remind him what form he’s currently in right now.

“He’s um… he just… he’s in his study taking a conference call,” you hastily make up an excuse. “It was last minute, so he told us to go eat without him.”

“Oh. I guess I’ll get started on dinner,” your mother shrugs and turns to head for the kitchen. “You just put your feet up and rest. I don’t want to see you on your feet for longer than necessary, young woman!”

Jimin barks softly as if to agree, nudging you with his nose in order to get you to sit down, lying down at your feet to cushion them with his soft fur.

Your father takes a seat next to you and reaches to turn on the television, but you have a better idea. A sly smirk spreads across your face as you smooch at Jimin to get his attention. Take this as pay back for all those times he’s ever thought he was the boss of this household. This should knock that stupid alpha pride of his down a peg or two.

“Chimmy, you wanna show us some tricks? Hmmm? Good boy, you’re such a smart little dog aren’t you?” You grin, reaching out your hand to Jimin as he sniffs at you in distaste, turning his head away.

“What kind of tricks can he do?” Your father is interested now, turning his attention to watch as Jimin sulks moodily.

“All sorts of things! He can roll over, for one. Chimmy, roll over! Show me your cute little tummy!” You nudge Jimin with your leg, and he glances at you with annoyance that’s plain as day. “Roll over now!”

Reluctantly Jimin flips over onto his belly, sending you a glare and resisting the urge to bare his teeth at you. When his silver russet belly is exposed, you coo in delight and rub his soft fur, and as annoyed as he is right now, Jimin can’t help but close his eyes in pleasure, enjoying your touch on his skin. Before he realises that he’s submitting to you like some commoneplace house dog, and-!

Jimin flips back upright again, huffing to himself.

“Ah, he’s a bit fussy sometimes. But he can do more too!” You grin and stretch out your hand. “Chimmy, shake!”

Your father is looking at him expectantly, and Jimin sighs to himself as he heaves a large paw onto your hand, allowing you to vigorously shake it up and down. You are laughing in delight, clapping your hands and praising him for being a good boy. Jimin may have a praise kink alright, but this is most certainlynotwhat he wants.

Annoyed, Jimin heaves himself to his feet to walk away.

“Chimmy, where are you going? Don’t you want to play fetch?”

A low rumble emits from his chest. Fetch. What an utterly humiliating game. For the life of him, Jimin can’t understand why anyone would want to lower themselves like that. Only dogs, being the happy go lucky fools that they are would think it was fun. Wolves, on the other hand, are far more regal, far too majestic to even contemplate such an activity. Running back and forth like some kind of idiot, falling for that age old trick of pretending to throw the ball only to realise that it hadn’t been thrown at all.

Jimin would much rather die than play fetch. It’s far beneath his dignity.

“He loves it, it’s his favourite game,” you’re saying to your father, picking up a slipper from your foot and tossing it across the room. “Fetch, Chimmy!”

The slipper flies past his head into the corner of the room, and Jimin ignores it entirely, opting instead to rest his head on his paws and close his eyes, praying for the night to pass quickly.

*

The second your parents are out the door, you turn to find Jimin completely naked, human once again, sitting in the dining room chair with his thighs spread apart. He’s not in a hurry to get dressed, rather, he is visibly fuming. His jaw is clenched, eyes are narrowed and cold, and he pushes his hair off his forehead with a careless hand.

Also, his cock is rapidly hardening under your gaze, and you feel a shiver of terror mixed with arousal run through your veins.

When he speaks, his voice is completely ice cold, a harsh tone that you recognise as his alpha’s voice. “You had fun today, didn’t you, princess?”

Swallowing nervously, you take a few steps towards him and reach for his shoulders to appease him, massaging his tense muscles. “Oh come on, it was just harmless fun. Need I remind you that it was you who decided to change in the first place-“

“I really don’t feel like listening to your excuses today,” Jimin sighs as he reaches down to stroke his cock, already leaking a clear fluid. “You know what happens to spoilt brats. Get down on your knees. Where you know you should be.”

His commanding tone immediately sends a jolt of arousal right down to your core, and you scramble to obey, shifting onto your knees in between his thighs.

“Show me your tongue,” Jimin demands, continuing to stroke himself leisurely.

You stick out your tongue for him, wiggling it mischievously, and he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at your semantics. Properly chided and a little ashamed, you fix your eyes on your alpha as your tongue readies itself to be nothing but a bed for his cock. Jimin tugs you forward by your hair so that his tip touches your lips, smearing his precum everywhere across your cheeks.

“Take a deep breath now, that’s the last time you’ll get to breathe properly for a while,” Jimin instructs as he taps his cock on your cheek a few times, each harder than the last.

Closing your eyes, you moan at the feeling of him slapping you with his cock. You take a deep breath and open your eyes again, offering up your mouth to be used by your alpha as Jimin smirks at your obedience. He pushes his cock into your mouth, not even giving you a second to adjust as he seeks the back of your throat immediately.

“Mmmm… good girl. Take it all. Take my cock like the naughty little slut you are. You dare make a fool out of your alpha? I’ll fuck your mouth so good you’ll forget your own name.” Jimin grips your throat tightly so that he can feel his own cock. “If you breathe, it’ll be because I allowed you to. If you cum, it’ll be because I made you. Is that clear, bitch?”

You blink twice and moan an agreement as best as you can, and Jimin strokes your sticky cheek in approval, releasing his grip on your throat. He begins to fuck your mouth with wild abandon, closing his eyes as his hips drive his cock down your throat with no mercy. Spit and precum are dripping down your chin, and tears are spilling out of your eyes, but you are loving every second of being used as a cocksleeve for your alpha. Your master, your one and only for as long as you live.

Jimin sinks his cock into your throat for a good five seconds, ignoring your little whines and pleas, and the way your nails dig into his inner thighs. He knows just how far he can push you. Always knows how much you can take, when to make you go that extra mile and withhold oxygen from you for just a few more seconds.

He pulls you off his cock by gripping your hair, and you gasp and sputter, tears rolling down your cheeks and feeling absolutely filthy with the mess that is coating your chin. Jimin pauses with his hand in your hair to admire how fucked out you already look.

“So beautiful. So beautiful, and all mine,” he whispers with a thumb on your lip. His voice has now softened, your punishment over, and he wipes your tears away gently. “Get on the table. I want to eat your pussy. Eat you out so good because you’re carrying my babies so well.”

He helps you with his hands on your waist, scooping you into his embrace and lifting you onto the table effortlessly, pulling down your shorts and underwear. From your point of view, Jimin looks absolutely breathtaking; chest and abdomen covered in a light sheen of sweat, narrow hips lodged in between your legs, his dripping cock twitching just for you. He places his hands on your inner thighs to spread them for him, fingers stroking your puffy lips as he gets down on his knees to worship you properly.

The first hit of his tongue has you crying out, and Jimin doesn’t waste time in toying with yout clit. Flat, rough licks have your breasts arching toward the ceiling, hips struggling in his grasp as he eats you like a man starved.

“You taste so fucking good baby,” Jimin slurps messily, part of his werewolf tendencies when he delves into his raw meats. “You look so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant. Couldn’t have picked a better mate to carry my babies so well.” Your juices are all over his chin as he pushes his nose against your clit, tongue dipping into your entrance. “So much sweeter than before. I love eating your pregnant pussy.”

You feel his fingers tease at the edges of your lips, and you whine for him, pushing your hips towards him and demanding for more. Jimin flashes you a devious smirk, kissing your inner thigh before he gives you two fingers right up to the last knuckle, seeking out your sweet spot and making you clench tight around him as stars burst behind your eyes.

“God… you’re… oh god, so good, fuck,” you reach for him and kiss him sloppily on the chin before Jimin readjusts so that you get his lips instead. “Want more, want your cock, now, please.”

“Show me how much,” he demands, pushing your top up to pinch your nipples hard. “Touch yourself.”

You bring your hands up to cup your breasts for him, pinching your own nipples and wincing at the sharp pleasure. Your mouth hangs open sinfully, gasps and moans pouring out as Jimin bends to take one nipple into his own mouth, sucking harshly and occasionally introducing teeth.

“Can’t wait till you’re dripping milk from here,” Jimin pauses with your nipple in between his teeth. “Gonna look so beautiful. Leaking milk from your soft puffy nipples. I’ll lick every sweet drop.”

He detatches his mouth from your breasts, hands sliding down to circle your still slim waist. His fingers dance carefully over the still flat surface, but they still give you goosebumps as Jimin rubs his cock against your lower belly too, covering you with precum. He takes pleasure in leaving your belly all wet and sticky before pushing his cock towards your entrance, parting your lips with his blunt head. Before he can push inside you, Jimin leans down quickly and presses a kiss to your belly button.

“Thank you for carrying my babies,” he whispers against your skin before he thrusts in fully, and you clench around him delightfully, whimpering his name as his cock fucks into you, spreads you wide open.

Jimin doesn’t go as hard now as he did when he was trying to mate you. His thrusts are deep but not as fast, a slow, sensuous pace that tortures your nerves a bright red. The head of him hits your womb gently with every thrust, and Jimin lingers there for a moment, reminding you of how he got you pregnant in the first place, of how this womb now belongs to him, to sire his pups and carry his bloodline.

The aftershocks of your previous orgasm have now grown stronger and stronger, and your walls are quivering around his cock. Mouth wide open and panting his name, you claw at his back, legs wound tight around his hips to keep his cock buried deep in your cunt.

“Jimin, I want to cum again,” you demand with your lips against his neck. “So, so close, please. Want you to cum inside me too.”

Your alpha wraps his hands around your waist to pull you deeper onto his cock, his voice deep and reassuring. “I got you baby, just cum all over me. I can feel you dripping on me, just let go and cum.”

With your eyes closed and his cock still thrusting into your depths, you crash down around him, walls convulsing and trying to milk him dry. Jimin continues to fuck you through your orgasm, every thrust of his hips paired with his thumb on your clit eliciting wails from your throat.

“You like this? I’m gonna cum so deep in your pregnant little pussy. Fill you up like I did when I knocked you up. You like that right?” Jimin coaxes as his thrusts speed up. “Like getting filled with cum, that’s why you’re going to be pregnant all the time. My precious little pregnant bitch.”

“Oh yes, yes,” you are sobbing openly into his shoulder now, clutching him close to your body. “Fill me up, cum inside me!”

Jimin lets out a primal roar as his cock twitches inside you, hips driving him deeper one last time against your already occupied womb as he unleashes a torrent of cum, painting the mouth of your cervix white with semen. You lie there with your cunt sore, letting your alpha empty his balls into you as he rides out the rest of his pleasure, hands caressing your rounded hips as he milks his cock dry into your pussy.

He slowly pulls out of your tender cunt, dropping to his knees to lick up the mess as you twitch in overstimulation. You can only lie there boneless, hands reaching for him with a small whine in your chest for him to come cuddle you and take you to bed.

When Jimin scoops you in his arms, you bury your face into his neck. “Good boy, Chimmy.”

[fyrapartnersearch]

Calling for dedicated roleplayers with a passion for writing

Hello! My name is Aaliyah or Ally for short, and I will cut right to the chase. I am looking for a mature role-player, preferably 21+ but will also accept 18+ (just to be sure that you are of legal age, otherwise it’ll be very uncomfortable).



As I am 26 years of age with 12 years of experience, I hope to meet someone who shares my passion in creative writing, as well as formulating interesting plots and characters. 

In case you are curious about me as a person, I am a full-time student and a young writer who works at the gym on the side, but also enjoys other creative outlets such as drawing. Usually my schedule is fairly full, including the attendance of friends or family. However I always have ample time for a good roleplay. :) 



I am seeking a literate writer who is committed to a long-term partnership, and by that I truly mean it. Please do not respond if you are uncertain of upholding a stable roleplay. Furthermore, I’ve noticed the “ghosting after the first few messages“ trope is a fairly widespread issue in the roleplaying scene / community. I would like to implore you from refraining it. I’ve grown quite irritated by it lately and rather like to avoid it in the near future. That way we don’t waste anyone’s time. Thank you in advance. If you are hitting a hiatus, that’s completely fine! A simple message of putting things on hold is completely sufficient, but I would like to keep in touch in case the story bears great potential. Now I have a wish, or as other say it, a certain craving for something new and fresh. And that something is quite specific, as my interests are a little unorthodox. Not the typical ‘Marvel, DC, My Hero Academia, etc’ type of stick. (Not to throw shade on them! They are great! Just not my cup of tea at the moment)


I heavily enjoy video-games, tv-shows, comics, films, books, the list goes on. Hopefully I can attract some kindred spirits. 
 I do roleplay both Canon and Original!



So if there’s no luck in finding a fitting Canon based story, we can always switch to original world building. First, I like to list all of my heavy cravings and interests. The ones marked in bold are usually the ones I am very willing to do.



Books:

Harry Potter Next Gen (original character cast)

True Blood

Vampire Hunter D (or Manga / Anime)

Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice

Game of Thrones

Videogames:

Dragon Age (from Origins to current instalment)

Castlevania

Devil May Cry

Infamous series

The Darkness

Smite

Star Wars the Old Republic


Webcomics:

Lore Olympus

Lookism

True Beauty

Comics:

Constantine

Hellboy

Witchblade

The Darkness

X-Men

Films:

Alita Battle Angel

Kingsmen

Vampire Hunter D

TV-Shows live action:

True Blood

The Boys

Vikings

Game of Thrones (Open for discussion. Still haven’t recovered from the season finale however…)

TV-Shows animated:

Hellsing

Castlevania (Netflix adaptation)

Devil May Cry (Anime adaptation)

Demon Slayer (I have only started watching this)

FMA Brotherhood

Jojo’s bizarre adventure

Black lagoon

As for original plots, I am very keen on urban and gothic fantasy, but also mythology as well as horror and crime and action. I have plenty of ideas up my sleeve, some of them quite fleshed out and some of them being concepts in the making. Either way, I would rather have these ideas introduced throughout email or whatever platform we choose to communicate on. Themes for an original story I am most inclined to do are:

Supernatural / Metaphysical (Demons, Angels, Spirits, Monsters, etc.)

Mystery

Crime

Action

Sci-Fi & fantasy (Aliens coming in contact with unsuspecting earthlings during the middle ages / ancient time-periods)

Urban fantasy mixed with high school / college themes (similar to Supernatural with local monsters, creatures, etc)

Now onto the qualities of what my roleplaying partner should have.

What it all entails: What the Partnership should be: I strongly encourage an active roleplayer who is not afraid of sharing 50% of ideas, plotting, length, detail but most important of all, passion. A bird cannot fly with only one wing. Communication: I love making new friends and brainstorming, and communication is the bedrock of it all. It strengthens our compatibility and the story. Should there be anything that might bother you, or if you think you are left out in some type of way (be it a mistake on my part or if we’re both at fault here), simply tell me. It really doesn’t bother me rewriting certain scenes to better fit the narrative. We can always exchange opinions and see what would benefit the story most. The Way of Writing: No one-liners. No text-talk. No half-assed replies. And certainly no ‘quality over quantity’ when you can have both. I don’t expect anyone to write a novel, absolutely not. I don’t either, but if I get the feeling of my partner wavering in their effort and not investing as much as I do, I have to give them the chop, unfortunately. Too often have I encountered partners who showed strong enthusiasm at first, but after a while… they slacked and eventually only put the adequate effort into their side of things whilst completely disregarding my characters. I hope to avoid this in the future. And now to myself and how I write: My writing: Third person perspective usually, although I have made some exceptions in my years of writing. My style is wide-ranging and flexible, which means that frequently, word count will go up 1000+ per reply - though it also depends on the given situation and partner. And yes, I do double, preferably even, most likely in a canon universe. However this again wholly depends on the type of story, partner and cast of characters. I am very open and willing to discuss.


Rating: So you are writing with some of mature age. I have 12 years of writing under my belt. There will be violence, there will be swearing, gore, intimacy, uncomfortable topics, drama, conflict and other dark themes included when you are writing with me. I have few limits but I will respect the boundaries of my partner. And lastly, I won’t fade to black or skip out on the nitty gritty, unless it doesn’t serve a particular purpose in forwarding the story.

Characters: I write canon as well as OC characters. Faceclaims, GIFs, drawings, mood boards or just a plain physical description is absolutely sufficient. Characters should be written as opulent, flawed, unique, talented, heroic, villainous, spiteful, angry, and everything in-between. In other words, don’t be scared of making them flawed.

Romance: Openly play and accept characters of both genders, preferable m x f pairings, but I am open to m x m and f x f relationships as well. I have more experience with m x f relationships, so I might be more adaptable with this one. If the chemistry of two characters compel me, I’m on board with it! When it comes to sexual scenarios and intimacy (intercourse, foreplay, all that funny business). I encourage eroticism, but always in a tasteful, sensual manner (that goes for romance as well), though it is never the main focus of any of my stories, rather a tool to further the plot. Erotica is welcome but never the focus of any kind of roleplay. Content: Drama, violence, sex, metamorphosis, symbolism, action, romance, pretty much everything is a-okay. I am not explicitly bothered by certain subjects that may be uncomfortable for the general public. Roleplays are fictional stories and we best keep treating them as such. If there are things you are uncomfortable with, name them and I shall respect those boundaries. But don’t be surprised when suddenly one of our characters bites the dust, or gets tortured, etc. It may be difficult to write and read, but it is all part of the story and a tool for furthering the plot. My roleplays imply and involve brutality, mayhem, psychological and physical altercations among other things. But I also endorse beauty, serenity and placid moments for our characters to grow in. I love it when it comes full circle… everyone- and everything has a beautiful and hideous side. Again, this is mature and I am not here to coddle, I am here for a challenge. Should I hit a hiatus myself, I will inform you as soon as possible. :)



Platforms I usually roleplay on are email and google-docs. I also have Discord in case for plotting and chatting outside of the RP. Though Google Hangouts has proven itself as a sufficient chat-medium for such things, so I rather stay with that one. 



When you message me, please use the given codenames so I know what you like to specify in.

Blue Rose: Canon 


Red Feather: Original 




I’d be happy to receive a small description of yourself and what your passions are! :) Message me here: EMAIL: aylosreverie@gmail.com I am very excited to hear from you! Sincerely yours -Ally

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

New Life *Part Two* (Mark Tuan Series)

Hey guys! I’m going to queue up the next three sections in case my internet goes out again but, while I can’t post, I can still talk to and message you guys so please, feel free to reach out to me! I love talking to you guys! I just really want to know what you guys think. Lets continue, shall we?

Description: Kyon Minjee has moved away from away from her hometown to attend college with her childhood best friend, Kunpi- sorry, BamBam. This is meant to be a fresh start after some less than savory years in college and everything seems to be going well with her new friends and the hot neighbor that lives across the hall, but she’s not the only one who moved here. Hwa Minki has also moved in and seems to set on reminding his ex-girlfriend exactly why she left him.

Kyon Minjee's POV:

    "Operation get Minjee a date with her hot neighbor is a go!" BamBam claps his hands excitedly.

    "Definitely not. This is operation apologize to my neighbor for being loud last night. It's not even an operation, really," It's hard for me not to roll my eyes at BamBam's antics.

    "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you? He could be a serial killer or something," I shoot him a dirty look," Okay, you're right. He's much to sexy to be a serial killer."

    "Aren't you straight?" I give him a weird look as I get into his car. I ordered a pizza as an apology to Mark and his roommate for how loud we were last night.

    "1. I swing both ways. 2. I appreciate a sexy man when I see one," BamBam corrects me as he makes the short drive to the pizza place.

    "I forget that sometimes since you don't usually date," He opens my door for me and we quickly pick up the pizza before resuming our conversation.

    "I have my kitten. Who needs a date?" He teases, squeezing my hand.

    ""What if I start dating?" I question, the pizza warming my lap.

    "Then I'll either find a date or find a new best friend, depending on the situation," BamBam glances at me out of the corner of my eye. He pulls into the parking lot of my apartment.

    "Bam, I"m not going anywhere. I will never leave you again," I whisper, staring at the pizza box in my lap.

     There was a six month time period, during junior year, where BamBam and I couldn't even look at each other. I was in a... less than savory relationship with Hwa Minki and it nearly ruined me. I didn't care about school, or family, or friends. All that matter was Minki... until the night he broke me. I showed up at BamBam's door at three in the morning sobbing and barely able to walk.

     He stayed by my side and took care of me. My best friend forgave me and protected me. I'm not entirely sure I would be alive today without him. He's like a warm security blanket for me and I came to rely on him. Sometimes, I have nightmares so bad that I can't go back to sleep. I used to call him when that happened, pulling him away from everything else to attend to me. I was selfish with how I treated BamBam. I can't do that anymore. I have to be able to stand on my own two feet and let BamBam live his life.

    "I can watch watch you happy with someone who cares about you, but I cannot watch you break yourself again. That moment haunts my nightmares, baby," His voice is barely above a whisper. We usually avoid this topic as it's painful for both of us, but that text brought everything back to the surface. We can't continue to hide from the reality of that night and one day, I will tell him what actually happened that night. I just... can't let him be hurt again.

    "I will never put myself in that situation again. You know I wouldn't. I'll see you late, Yeobo," I kiss the back of his hand and wave goodbye as he drives awake.

    I can feel my nerves building as I climb the stairs. What if this looks weird? I mean, I do have to live across the hall from him for who knows how long. Maybe, I should knock and leave it on the door mat? I mentally slap myself. It's no big deal really. I sigh and knock on the door. The other guy, I think his name was Jackson, answer the door. He gives me a weird look.

    "Mark, did, you order a pizza?" Jackson's voice echoes throughout the apartment.

    "What? No!" Footsteps approach us and the door opens wide," Oh, hey."

    "Here. I wanted to apologize for how loud we were last night. I figured that food would be the best way to do that. It's just a cheese one since I didn't know what you'd want," I can tell that I'm babbling so I finally just stop myself. A warm smile breaks across Mark's face.

    "I really can't take this. I should be apologizing to you because I was a little cranky yesterday," Mark bites his full bottom lip, drawing my attention to it.

    "If you don't take the pizza, I will literally punch you Mark," Jackson grumbles.

    "Fine here," He takes the pizza and hands it to Jackson," I realized that I haven't introduced myself. My name is Mark Tuan and that's my troublesome roommate, Jackson Wang."

    "I'm Kyon Minjee," I smile and bow," It's nice to meet you."

    Jackson is shorter than Mark with a muscular build. His sculpted arms are easily viewable through the sleeves of his tank top. His laugh echoes throughout the apartment as he watches some comedy show on the television.

    "Would you like to come in and eat with us?" Mark bites his lip again.

    "I... um... sure," I say finally. I join them for dinner and learn a lot about the two of them. Mark and Jackson are both foreign. America and Hong Kong. They are both athletes but Jackson is a fencer and Mark is a dancer. They're both Sophomores.

    "I should probably go. It's getting late," I say softly, glancing at the time on my phone. Jackson is in a food coma on the couch.

    "I'll see you later?" Mark asks quietly, running a hand through his hair.

    "Of course! I'll invite you guys next time we cook," I grin at him before, quietly walking to the door," Good night!"

    "Good night," Mark replies, getting up and nudging Jackson with his foot," Get up and go to your own bed."

    It's only a few steps from the Mark's door to my own. As I'm trying to unlock my door, something slams into my back, causing me to give a strangled cry. My face is pressed to the wall next to my door and my keys have fallen somewhere I can't see. I struggle to push myself away from the wall but my attacker proves that they are stronger than me by easily holding me in place.

    "Hello, princess," The word is sneered as I continue to struggle to free myself," Leaving another man's apartment at this hour? Naughty girl. I thought the princess liked to stay locked in her tour."

    "Hwa Minki, let me go," I say through gritted teeth.

    "So cold, princess," His voice is sickeningly sweet and makes me sick to my stomach.

    "You don't deserve to be referred to casually," I growl.

    "You've been ignoring me, princess," He growls, turning me to face him as his hand closes around my throat. I struggle to free myself.

    "Minjee?" A quiet voice asks from behind Minki.

    "Seems like you get protectors everywhere you go, princess. First, it was your stupid follower and now this guy? You won't always have friends princess," Minki tightens his hold for a fraction of a second and then he's gone. Mark catches me before I hit the floor.

    "Are you okay, Minjee?" I can hear the worry in his voice but only faintly. My head is spinning and I can feel the panic setting in.

    "I just... need BamBam," My entire body is shaking as I search for my phone, unable to focus. I finally find it and hit my speed dial.

    "Minjee? Are you okay? What's wrong?" BamBam's voice is panicked.

    "Bam... Minki... need you," My breathe leaves me in pants and I can't focus. My vision keeps tunneling. Everything around me feels suffocating. I can't hear BamBam's response. Mark rubs my back soothingly.

    "Come here," He says gently, leaning against the wall and pulling me into his lap. My head rests on his collarbone as he strokes my hair. My shaking slowly starts to subside as he consistently holds me, never faltering. A wave of drowsiness hits me and I can feel the darkness taking me as Mark's soothing presence continues to wrap around me.

The third section is going to touch on some touchy topics but it shows so much of BamBam and Minjee’s friendship and I love it. 

[yotsutama]

SS1.10.4 - Secret Box

Part 1 Side Story Chapter 10.1

Side Stories

Yamato: Morningー.

Sougo: Good morning. Yamato-san, congratulations.

Yamato: For what?

Tamaki: For your revenge.

Yamato: ...... Wha.......

Tamaki: It went well, right. Congrats.

Yamato: What are you talking about!?

Iori: Thanks to you, we can no longer continue IDOLiSH7.

Yamato: Wait. I didn’t know about this. I didn't do anything!

Nagi: OH! Yamato, you said it yourself, didn't you? That you became an idol to carry out your revenge.

Nagi: Well done. We were just being used all this time.

Yamato: You're wrong! I......

Mitsuki: It can't be helped. Getting your revenge meant us disbanding.

Mitsuki: You are aware, right?

Yamato: ...... Mitsu......

Mitsuki: Aaah. Even though it's been my dream since I was a child.

Riku: There was my illness burdening us but, I thought we could keep doing our best if we were together.

Riku: Yamato-san, why.......

Yamato: Riku....... It's wrong.

Mitsuki: What is wrong? Then why did you become an idol in the first place?

Mitsuki: Even though you really hate entertainers.

Yamato: ...............

Yamato: ...... A dream.......

Mitsuki: Yamato-san. I have something I want to say.

Yamato: ...... Wh, what?

Mitsuki: Can you throw your beer cans in the garbage bin after you finish drinking!? It's always me or Sougo who throws them out for you!!

Yamato: Aah, so it's just that.....

Mitsuki: It's not 'just' that!

Sougo: Ahaha. It's okay, Mitsuki-san. We’re going now.

Tamaki: Sou-chan, can I bring my pudding?

Sougo: You can bring up to three, okay. Did you bring the photograph of your room for today's corner program?

Tamaki: I brought it. We're off now.

Mitsuki: Have a safe trip. Good grief, pull yourself together please. You're our leader after all.

Yamato: That's just a title. I'm not suited for it. You would be better than me anyway.

Iori: Nikaido-san, I want to talk about the other day's offer to act in the drama......

Yamato: Onii-san doesn't want to though.

Iori: Nikaido-san! ................

Iori: A drama part would definitely be the best chance to sell IDOLiSH7's name.

Iori: I will use any means necessary to make him say yes.

Iori: Nikaido-san, shall we relax in my room?

Yamato: Don't wanna~ Ichi's face is scary~

Iori: Don't act like a child!

Riku: Iori, you don't have to put so much pressure on him!

Riku: Yamato-san is our leader, I'm sure he would do anything if he had to!

Yamato: Uh.......

Iori: As expected of Nanase-san. You pressured him with that innocence of yours. Keep cornering him until he gives up.

Yamato: Hey, hey.

Riku: Iori is so smart and such an amazing guy! You always do everything perfectly once you try!

Iori: No, not me......

Riku: You don't have to be so tense all the time! Did you get enough sleep lately? you might faint if you don't rest well!

Iori: You're the last person I want to hear that from...... But you're right, I went too far.

Riku: Yeah! Let's go to stationery store for a change of pace today!

Iori: Why a stationary store?

Riku: You like cool and sharp things like stationery, right? Okay then Yamato-san! See you later.

Yamato: Yeah.

*thud*

Yamato: ............ Haa......

*click*

Nagi: Good morning, everyone.

Mitsuki: Nagi, you overslept. Even Tamaki woke up early and is working hard now, you should wake up earlier too.

Nagi: Sorry. A phenomenon happened at midnight.

Mitsuki: A phenomenon?

Nagi: A phenomenon where I wanted to watch only my favorite scenes but ended up watching the whole series.

Nagi: I call this phenomenon Midnight Anime Mobius Loop.

Mitsuki: It's called staying up late!

Nagi: OH! Yamato! I suddenly remembered something important for the future of IDOLiSH7!

Mitsuki: Don't change the subject!

Yamato: Something important?

Nagi: Yamato, in Music Festa, you were talking with an executive-like staff. Did you get an offer from those connections of yours?

Yamato: ............. It's just my old acquaintance. There's no connection whatsoever.

Nagi: But.......

Yamato: It's impossible, don't expect anything from me. The drama too, there's not much I can do.

Mitsuki: Does it burden you if we expect things from you?

Yamato: ............. That's not it.

Mitsuki: Haha....... We're sorry if that was the case though.

Mitsuki: But really, you have something in you that makes us expect things from you without realizing it. We always depend on you whenever we need.

Yamato: .............

Mitsuki: Especially in this period, we can't help it. You always stay calm and never sway.

Mitsuki: Ah! We don't want to force you though!

Yamato: ............. You're exaggerating. You said I never sway but, it's because I have no obsession. I'm not like you guys, so straightforward.......

Yamato: I don't pursue any dreams, that's why.

Mitsuki: Eh?

Yamato: ....... No, it's nothing. I'll stay in my room until the lesson starts.

*thud*

Mitsuki: What's with him.......

Nagi: Hm...... Half soft, half strong. MEZZO”'s name suits the current us perfectly.

Nagi: Everyone's trying to overcome it. But, now that they know the frustrations, they can't help but be cautious.

Nagi: It would be nice if everyone could move forward in their own way, towards the same goal.

Mitsuki: Yeah, you're right!

Riku: I’ll buy you a pencil! Which pencil looks cool here?

Iori: This cat design, so cu......

Riku: You want this?

Iori: I don't want this at all!

Sougo: Have you read the script?

Tamaki: I have, more or less.

Sougo: When they give you the same question, don't forget to answer it like you're answering it for the first time, okay?

Tamaki: Okay.

Staff: MEZZO”-san, it's starting soon!

Sougo: Okay! We're going now!

Mitsuki: I want to see you really cry with vexation and really weep with joy.

Mitsuki: Show me, Leader.

Yamato: .............

Mitsuki: It was so amazing, Yamato-san's acting!

Riku: It was! I want to see more! I hope he appears in more dramas!

Sougo: Yeah, he looked so cool!

Riku: So cool!!

Tamaki: Yeah. It didn't look like he was Yama-san. I'll ask him to do it for me again later.

Nagi: .............

*click*

Nagi: Hello.

Yamato: Is the screening over?

Nagi: Yes. Yamato, it was very nice acting. Everyone was moved.

Yamato: I see......

Nagi: Yamato, do you remember what I said?

Nagi: I like Japanese films. I watched a lot of them in Northmare. And there was......

Yamato: Dunno, I don't remember.

Nagi: .............

Yamato: Can you turn off the lights? I'm sleepy. I'm going to take a nap now.

Nagi: ...... OK. Just one more question, is that alright?

Yamato: Haha...... What is it, make it short, okay.

Nagi: Are you happy?

Yamato: .............

Yamato: No comment.

Nagi: OK...... Good night, Yamato.

*zap*

Yamato: ............. Night.

To be continued......

T/N?

Proofread by @aseria THANKS FOR ALWAYS💕

Nagi’s line literally translates to 'a bit weak, a bit strong' but since he’s talking about mezzopiano and mezzoforte (half soft & half loud), I decided to use ‘half soft, half strong’ instead

YAMATOOOOO *hugs*

Thanks for reading✨

[awed-frog]

Hi! I've just gotten back into the fandom after a few years break. I've watched SPN since it aired in 2005, but I've left four times, each time for at least a year, because I keep feeling like we're being queerbaited w/Destiel and it really upsets me. In short, I feel like investing so much time, and so many emotions, into this pairing is a waste of time because it will only leave me disappointed in the end. So my question for you is, what keeps you positive enough about this pairing to stay?

Hey, sorry for getting back to you so late. I wrote and erased several answers to this, because, I don’t know, on some days I was trying to be clever and go all meta-stuff but it always sounded pretentious and stupid, and then on other days I felt dramatic and angry and got all upset and it would generally read as too much or not nearly enough, so. And today I really think I left this unanswered for way too long and that if you asked me, then you wanted my opinion on the matter and this is what I should be trying to do - just to say what i think, without too many frills.

So, first of all - I’m a weird person, and sometimes I get too worked up about stuff, and I obsess a lot, and thank God I’ve got people in my life who keep me grounded and remind me about what really matters. And the truth is, Supernatural doesn’t. It’s a good show, and we all love it, and sure, like all popular works of fiction it probably changed someone’s mind and had an impact on someone’s life, but at the end of the day, you come first. As I said, I had periods in my life where I was putting too much energy on the wrong things, and a TV show is definitely the wrong thing, especially if it leaves you frustrated and upset and angry. I say this with a lot of respect, because I know we all love Supernatural and everything, but let’s be honest - it’s a TV show. It’s not real. If it makes you cry for the wrong reasons, get away from it and good riddance. What truly matters in this life is to find a way to love yourself and to be there for other people - to be kind, and to be strong, and to maybe make our world a little better. So if a story helps you do that, embrace it; and if it doesn’t, let it go. It’s just a story.

For me, personally, I had a very emotional time with Destiel (you can read about it here), because I felt cheated and let down and pretty much what you describe - I knew I’d invested so much of myself in the show, and that they’d let me down for stupid reasons. And it was really bleak for a while, so I get where you’re coming from. Back in S9, I spent many days feeling listless and depressed, and quite a few nights ranting and raging and even crying about it, and when I snapped out of it I realized that sure, they were being cunts and cheaters but there was something wrong with me, as well - because, as I just told you, it’s just a show, and it shouldn’t have dominated my feelings in such a way. So I tried to be objective and rational and I thought about it and I realized it was a bunch of things - I was stressed in school, and my grandparents were sick - all I’d wanted was to take a big step back from reality and as a result I’d fallen too deep into the show and that’s why when it let me down, it really felt like a physical blow. And since not getting lost in fiction, my own or other people’s, is not an option for me, I’m learning to deal with real life stuff better so I can tell apart what really matters from what doesn’t. I know I’ve made some progress there because I was really invested in Sherlock and Johnlock, and yet after the series finale I was - normal. I was upset and angry, of course, because it sucked balls, but it didn’t ruin my whole week or anything. My general mood was more a sort of, It’s not real and I can’t change it, so fuck them. 

(I think this is what happens with everything, by the way - most sport fans get so invested in their teams because it’s a sort of victory by proxy and it compensates for those things that are wrong in their lives. So, really - I don’t know you, and I don’t want to tell anyone how they should live their lives, but if this kind of ‘external’ things such as TV shows and movies make you so unhappy, my advice is to get to know yourself and understand why you feel that way. If there is something in your own life you’re not dealing with, the best thing is really to try and be brave and go at it head-on, because life is unfair and bad feelings and bad situations - that’s not something that goes away on its own. And it’s your life - you deserve to live it fully.)

So now - now there are shows I watch because I think they’re objectively outstanding, like Westworld, and there are shows I watch as a guilty pleasure and I’m mostly rolling my eyes at the screen but who knows, maybe it’s healthy to cry once a week so whatever (yeah, I’m a Grey’s Anatomy aficionado), and then there’s Supernatural, which is neither. I guess the reason I keep watching is because most of it is well-written, even if I dislike the fact they clearly have no idea as to where they’re going and what the whole thing even means, and I keep watching because I love the characters, and I keep watching because I met a lot of nice people in the fandom and writing about the show is helping me to get better as a writer (I think). The truth is, I’m an unusual Destiel shipper (if there’s such thing as a regular Destiel shipper, that is), because I’m not that interested in romance and even representation - well, it’s very important and stories should be more inclusive, but a good story can work even without being PC, in my opinion (take Reservoir Dogs, for instance). So what I resent the most in this situation is that they got me to care - they clearly wrote the story one way - and then they made me feel like there was something wrong with me for seeing what I was seeing. This is textbook abusive behaviour, and the fact it was targeted directly at the gay community (because, on the whole, they’re more likely to pick up on subtextual clues about sexuality) made it even more horrifying and wrong. 

That said, I don’t think there was a malicious intent there. I’m sure they knew what they were doing, because that’s their job, after all, but they all seem to be pretty decent people, so it’s not clear if they did not realize how significant a love story between Dean and Cas would be, or how attentive their own fandom was - I simply don’t know. Maybe they were going for some old-fashioned ‘alas, that it shall never be’ nonsense - back in the day, it happened very often that you were left with the feeling of things unsaid and you never knew if you were right or not, and also you mostly forgot about it because real-time fangirling over stuff wasn’t a thing. In a way, that’s also what happened with Sherlock, which became a worldwide phenomenon because of the fandom, something Moffat and Gatiss acknowledged without never realizing, apparently, the full implications of.

I think that, to an extent, we’ve always lived in a world of lies and deceit, and that’s just human nature; but as far as I can tell, the spreading of capitalism and consumer culture, on the one hand, and that of democratic societies, on the other, elevated the importance of honesty to a whole other plane. Corporations lie to us as a matter of fact - all advertisement is a lie, after all - and politicians also mostly lie, both to us and to themselves. This was always bound to have disastrous consequences, which we are now starting to witness. For this reason, mostly, I think it’s more important than ever that artists are honest about the stories they tell - they can talk about anything, of course, and decide which kind of story they want to create, but they should stay true to it. I sometimes feel that, like other important concepts, such as freedom of expression, the idea that a story is its reader’s, and not its creator’s, is sometimes perverted beyond recognition. To say that the story belongs to its readers means that we all come to the story with our own experiences, and that we all get from it what we choose to get, to some extent; this is, perhaps, some form of cognitive bias (we see the world as we are, and not as it is: that sort of thing), and a good writer will create a story that is deep enough all of us can recognize ourselves in a part of it. But some modern creators, like current politicians, intend the concept in a very different way. Their method is to deliberately appeal to everyone in order to get money or votes, and they forget, or pretend to ignore, that in so doing they are bound to deceive a significant part of those who believed in them. Just as the centrism in politics is an illusion, a story which tries to make everyone happy is plain dishonest. When push comes to shove, Dean and Cas are either in love or they aren’t, and it’s not my job as a viewer to guess what they really feel - it’s the show’s creators job to tell me.

So, you know - you ask how I stay positive enough to keep watching the show - it sounds weird, since I write metas every week and I write Destiel fanfiction and everything, but personally, I’m trying not to think about Destiel at all. For me, it is real, in the sense that I still see it in the story, but I think that for a variety of reasons, there will be no steady love stories on Supernatural until the very last season. My hope is that, since a convincing gay story is harder to write than a straight one (because, apparently, many people are still unaware of the fact gay people are a thing at all), the Destiel subtext will get stronger quite soon(ish) if Destiel is indeed endgame. I mean, you see it very clearly from that whole Saileen business - in Sam’s case, two episodes are plenty enough to build a believable love story and make us root for Sam and Eileen and daydream about their darling little house and their fluffy future dogs, but, again, when it comes to gay couples - even if Dean and Cas do get together in the very last episode or something, you need to build that up quite openly and not too late, or it will feel forced to a casual viewer. As I said, I try not to think too much about it because there are a lot of ifs, but - if Supernatural has an end date in sight, if this is a coming of age narrative and not a tragedy, if nothing messy happens IRL - then I think that yes, we still have a chance for Destiel to happen textually. That dreadful Sherlock ending, after all, and mostly the outraged and angry response from both critics and the fandom, should serve as a warning to Dabb and his team: planning to go big and then not going big doesn’t endear you to anyone, because people’s hearts are wild, unpredictable, irrational and beautiful things, and even Hotelling’s law has its limits.  

[sjjms]

Future Kids 3: 01

pairing: hoseokxreader length: 993 words genre: fluff summary: a series of drabbles in which all the boys have kids.  comments: it’s a day late, but happy birthday hoseok! 

hoseok | yoongi | seokjin | namjoon | jimin | jungkook | taehyung

“Eomma, I want to sing happy birthday to appa when he calls.” Your daughter smiles brightly coming into the room. She pulls herself up onto the bed sitting next to her little brother, her 2-year-old brother who was soundly asleep next to you. Every now and then you would run your fingers through his soft hair just to make sure he was still there.

“But baby I don’t think appa will be calling until later. You’ll be tired and grumpy in the morning.” You really didn’t want your daughter to be staying up late, it was almost already 9 in the evening. All fan meetings and concerts were unpredictable about time, Hoseok could be calling you 5 minutes from now or 5 hours from now.

“Appa said I could before he left.” Your daughter pouted at you reminding you of Hoseok’s face that went into a shape of ‘ㅅ’ when he was angry. She was just like him, you couldn’t help but smile at her as she pulled that face to get her own way.

“Okay, you can sing happy birthday to him.”

Two hours had gone by and you were still waiting for Hoseok’s call, well you weren’t on the laptop just for that reason. You had also been doing work and looking through news articles anything to keep your mind busy. “Eomma… when is appa coming?” You looked down to your droopy eyed daughter, she was already rubbing her eyes. She was ready to sleep.

“I don’t know baby… eomma already told you this.” You whisper, you spoke to her in a gentle and soothing voice because there wasn’t any point in trying to tell her off. She just missed her father, it was understandable. Hoseok was here for everything he could possibly be involved in, she was just upset when he had to leave for long periods of time. “Go to sleep and I’ll wake you up when he calls.” Her small pink lips turned into a frown, but she didn’t disobey because she was already falling into dream land.

You were too falling asleep when it came to waiting up for Hoseok, but the loud noise of your laptop startled you. Accepting the call, you tapped your daughter. “I kept you up… I’m sorry. I should have called from the stadium so you didn’t have to stay up.” Hoseok sighs a little. If had called from the stadium though he wouldn’t of gotten to speak to you for long or alone. You smiled softly at him, “How are the kids?”

Your daughter opened her eyes then sitting up slowly, “They’re okay. D/N wanted to sing happy birthday to you, but she fell asleep. Well she’s awake now.” You look to her pulling her to the computer screen so she could see Hoseok. Her face lit up without a hesitation when she saw him.

“Appa!” Her sleepy self whispered.

“Have you been waiting long for me?” Hoseok asks, “I heard that you wanted to sing happy birthday to me, shall we sing it together.” Your daughter nodded her head rubbing her eyes, on the count of three all 3 of you started to sing happy birthday to Hoseok.

“Come back soon.” Your daughter whispers before she fell back to sleep on your arm, you smiled at her knowing that she was missing her father; you missed him as well. 

“Sleep well.” Hoseok mutters to you daughter, a smile falling onto his face hoping that he would be able to come home to celebrate his actual birthday. It just depended on flights now and whether he could get one, of course this would be a surprise to all of you. “You need to rest too.” Hoseok whispers.

“I know.” You smile back at him, his caring words always made you feel easy. “She’s right, come back soon. I love you.” You tell him, he knew very well that you loved him. He loved you too, he was glad he had asked you to marry him. If it wasn’t for Yoongi setting him up on a blind date with you, who knows where he would be right now.

“I love you too, sleep well.” Hoseok ended the video call on you dozing off on the webcam, he was happy that he was able to speak to you before he got onto the plane. It meant you wouldn’t be worrying about his whereabouts because he didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

As you woke up in the morning, you expected your son to be jumping on top of you. Telling you to wake up so he could watch tv before he had breakfast, but strangely he wasn’t. Turning over, what startled you was Hoseok right there, his arm resting on your waist. You weren’t dreaming right? He wasn’t supposed to be home until the weekend.

“You're awake.” He whispers.

“You aren’t meant to be here until the weekend.” You reply but all the more glad he was here in front of you, he pulled you into his arms. Kissing you on the head before he told you the reason he had come home early.

“I’m a surprise, my birthday gift to you.” Hoseok smiles. The surprise was more than you expected, how could your news top his surprise.  

“This isn’t fair, my gift isn’t equally as good as yours.” You sat up in bed so you turn to face him pouting a little, Hoseok returns with a chuckle and sat up also.

“I’m sure it isn’t. What is it?”  

“We’re pregnant.” It was a surprise to you too, but it happened. You were going to become a family of five, Hoseok wrapped his arms around you. He was crying tears of happiness and he couldn’t be any more thankful because this was a birthday gift he had always wanted to receive and you had given it to him. But to him also, his family was the best birthday gift he could ever receive.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E4; Chapter Four, The Body - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, ����𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧.

WARNINGS: Cursing. Homophobic comments from Tr*y [his in script use of the fa*ry word once]. Reader fucking SNAPS.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

The five of us rode our bikes down the road to school, El on the back of Mike's bike as usual. She seemed eager to soak in everything around her like she would never see it again. Wind brushed the wig aside and she clung tightly to Mike.

Mike was beginning to slow down, the group of us all growing tired from the ride. Soon enough, however, we were walking through the back doors to the schools. Mike was in the lead as he turns to speak to us as we walked.

"Okay, remember, if anyone sees us, look sad."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

'He is still missing, isn't he?'

My thoughts were interrupted by the crackling of the speaker.

"Attention students, there will be an assembly to honor Will Byers in the gymnasium now. Do not go to fourth period."

I looked to the ceiling at the mention of my best friend and by the time I looked ahead, we had made it outside the AV room. Mike was attempting to open the door but it must be locked.

"It's locked." Mike confirmed.

"What?" Lucas asked.

"Hey, El, is there any way for you to open it?" I ask.

Before she could respond, we all jumped at the voice of Mr. Clarke and froze.

"Children," He nodded.

"Hey." Lucas breathed, obviously startled.

"Assembly's about to start."

"We know. We're just, you know..." Mike works a solemn look on his face as he spoke and the others seemed to join in, including me although it wasn't that difficult.

"Upset." Lucas nodded, dropping his nervous smile.

"Yeah, definitely upset," Dustin muttered.

I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better to say nothing at all and even looked down to the ground. Channeling all my emotions from just hours before.

"We need some alone time."

"To... cry." Dustin hesitated.

"Yeah, listen... I get it. I do. I know how hard this is, but let's just be there for Will, huh? And then," Mr. Clarke reached into his pocket and pulled out a key.

He tossed the key to Mike who caught it upon instinct.

"the Heathkit is all yours for the rest of the day. What do you say?"

We all looked to each other, wearing subtle triumphant smirks. It couldn't have been that easy, could it?

Mr. Clarke seemed to finally notice that he had no idea who El was.

"I don't believe we've met. What's your name?"

El seemed shocked and began to say 'Eleven' when Mike panicked and cut in.

"Eleanor! She's my, uh-"

"Cousin!" Lucas jumped in.

"Second cousin," Dustin added.

I started to laugh but caught myself just in time to play it off as a cough. I pretended to clear my throat as I looked to Mr. Clarke who was looking a bit confused.

"She's here for Will's funeral." Mike sighed.

Mr. Clarke seemed content with this answer as he shrugged and turned to her.

"Ah, well, welcome to Hawkins Middle, Eleanor. I wish you were here under better circumstances."

She looked to us and Mike, then turned to Mr. Clarke nodding her head. "Thank you."

A small smile fought its way into my face. She was doing great.

"Uh, where are you from exactly?"

El shook her head, sighing exasperatedly. "Bad place-"

"Sweden!" Dustin cuts in.

"I have a lot of Swedish family."

"She hates it there."

"Cold!"

"Subzero."

Meanwhile, I had fought back another laugh at the whole exchange and I had to play it off as a cough yet again.

"Are you alright, there, Y/n?"

My head snapped up, but luckily I was fairly quick on my feet this time.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I woke up with a fever, haven't been feeling well all morning. But I insisted on coming. For Will." Mr. Clarke seemed satisfied with my answer and dismissed our odd behavior.

"Shall we?"

"Yep!" We all follow Mr. Clarke to the gymnasium in silence.

As we get closer, I can hear the principal speaking from inside.

"At times like these, it is important that we come together as a community. We come-"

Dustin swung open the gymnasium doors far too hard and the loud bang echoed throughout the gym that had drawn the attention of the crowd. I elbow Dustin. I feel him shifting on his feet beside me as panic sets in.

"Abort." He whispers, turning to leave.

Thankfully, Lucas stops him and shoved him forward.

"We come together to heal... we come together to grieve..."

As the principle continues his speech, the five of us wander into the bleachers to find a seat.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Will Byers' death is an unimaginable tragedy. Will was an exceptional student and a wonderful friend to all of us. It's impossible to express the hole his loss will leave in our community. I'd like to introduce you to Sandy Sloane. She's a local grief counselor from the church over in Jonesboro."

While the principal carried on, the five of us all looked to each other, all sharing the same thought.

'We need to get to that radio. And soon.'

"I just want those of you who are having trouble dealing with this tragic loss..."

"Look at these fakers." I heard Mike whisper.

"They probably didn't even know his name till today." Lucas scoffed.

My head whipped to the side when I heard hushed chuckling. I wasn't surprised to see Troy and his friend as the source of the laughter. I glared daggers into them and my hands gripped the edge of my seat until I was sure my knuckles would tear.

The boys and El seemed quick to follow my gaze because soon enough, we were all leaning over glaring at them.

"Who is interested in this? This is so stupid." He laughed.

I grit my teeth as my vision filled with red.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..."

"Y/n..." Lucas warned, reaching out for my arm. I wasn't paying attention, but for some reason, I felt his hand leave my arm almost as soon as he grabbed it.

"'Oh, he was such a great student. Oh, he's going to leave a hole in the community.'" Troy mocked, beginning to fake sob.

I began to shake with rage, wanting nothing more than to stand up and scream 'fu-'

"Y/n,"

"What?!" I hissed at Lucas, my head whipping around to face him, my jaw clenched.

I saw fear in his eyes as he glanced between my eye line and my hands. I looked down at my own hands to see the dangerously strong grip on the wood. I yanked my hands off the bench and rubbed my hands together, keeping to myself.

I was shocked to see the faintest imprint of the most vaguely shaped hand on the bench. It was hardly noticeable and I had to do a double take.

'What the hell?'

El was leaning over and she met my gaze. She briefly looked at my hands, seeming to dismiss whatever thoughts she had. Then looked to Troy.

"Mouth breather." She whispered.

I let out a strained chuckle and nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, mouth breather." I whispered, looking back and Troy.

Eventually, the bell rang, dismissing the assembly. Even though Lucas and Dustin seemed to have let it go, Mike and I were not finished.

"Hey! Hey! Hey Troy." Mike called.

I could tell he could hear us because he barely slowed down but was clearly laughing. I stomped towards him and called him out, loud and clear.

"Hey, jackass!"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. He seemed like he wanted to be mad, but almost like he was happy he got a rise out of us.

"You think that shit was funny?" My voice never wavered and the boys and El seemed just as shocked as I was feeling at my newfound courage.

"What'd you say, orphan?" He asked, dumbfounded.

He only called me that when he was really pissed at me.

"You heard me! And how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not an orphan if I was adopted, you dumbass! Now what the hell is in that tiny brain of yours that would compel you to laugh at someone dying, huh? I mean, shit, you must really be sick in the head. I feel sorry for you." I spit out my last few words, my voice dripping with malice.

By now I was in his face, finally letting out all the pent-up aggression I've harbored for years. And it felt good.

"Get the hell outta my face, freak!" He yells shoving me back.

I get ready to strike but Dustin grabs my arm before my fist can collide with Troy's face. I struggle to get free but my brother was determined to hold me back, with the help of Lucas of course.

"Control your 'sibling', Toothless. Or he just might lose a few teeth of his own." He glares at me and I still attempt to break free.

Mike seems to have found his voice as all of this happened because he was the next to speak.

"H-Hey, they're right! Laughing like that? That's a pretty messed up thing to do."

Troy, glares at us as his minion speaks.

"Didn't you listen to the counselor, freaks? Grief shows itself in funny ways."

"You little shit-" I attempt once more to get a right hook in but Lucas stops me.

Troy laughs at me struggling.

"Besides, what's there to be sad about, anyway? Will's in fairyland now, right? Flying around with all the other little fairies. All happy and gay!"

Lucas loosened his grip on me, silently letting me go as Troy began dancing around, mocking Will.

I swung my fist and I felt it collide with his nose with a satisfying crunch. He stumbled back and grasped his nose in surprise, and he pulled his hand away to find a few drops of blood. The crowd that had gathered while all of this unfolded, gasped in surprise. I even earned some scattered cheers among the students.

I seemed to realize the consequences of my actions, but I was prepared to face them. It was worth it. I watched as he stormed towards me, blinded by fury.

"You're dead, freak!" He stomped towards me at a shocking speed and I stumbled back, bracing myself for the inevitable retaliation but it never came.

All I felt was a sudden pair of hands on my right arm, harshly pushing me out of the way. I looked in time to see it was Mike who pushed me out of the way. I gawked in confusion at what happened next.

Troy had just begun to raise his arm as he was only inches from Mike when he froze.

He completely froze in place.

He seemed just as confused, if not more than anyone. That confusion quickly bubbled into fear as his eyes scanned the room as much as he could without moving his head.

It finally dawned on me and I spared a quick glance at El, who was laser-focused on Troy, head tilted down and the smallest hint of blood dripping from her nose. I smirked and looked back to Troy, a smug smile on my face.

I couldn't hold back the laughter as I saw his pants begin to dampen with urine. A stream of it began pooling at his leg, and it even soaked into his socks and shoes. Other students caught on quickly and one boy in particular, began laughing.

"Dude, Troy peed himself!"

The circle of kids erupted into laughter as Troy stood frozen in a puddle of his own pee. I turned to El, who wore a devilish smirk on her face as she glanced between Mike and me. She quickly wiped her nose and started walking away. The boys and I enjoyed this brief moment of bliss.

"Hey! What is going on here?" The principle shouted.

"Come on!" I whisper, gesturing for the boys who all had the same idea. Before people could start asking questions we grouped together and made our way to the AV room unnoticed.

[jaboii]

Journal entry #3

Search for the case of the Malden Mills online.

1. Evaluate it in terms of ethics of care.

-In contrast to normal practice in an era of corporate downsizing and layoffs, Mr. Feuerstein told his employees on the night of the fire that they were the business and he was keeping all of them on the payroll for 90 days. It was an emotional moment. A man who worked at the plant told NBC, "I have never seen so many grown men cry."

Following the video, Dean Urban introduced Mr. Feuerstein.

At age 71, tall and lean with a chiseled face, penetrating eyes and wavy gray hair, Mr. Feuerstein is the patriarch of the family business that his grandfather founded at the turn of the century.

"I remember as a young boy, five or six years old, sitting at my father's table," he told the audience during the question-and-answer period. The discussion was about his grandfather who, when he started the business, insisted on paying his workers before sunset. His father explained that the practice was cited in the Torah, in the book of Deuteronomy (24: 14-15). Mr. Feuerstein read the passage in Hebrew and English.

"`You should not oppress the worker. He is poor and needy, whether he be thy brethren or a stranger'--and by stranger they meant all people, all faiths, all races," he said. "`And the very day of his work, you have to pay him his wages. And the sunset should not appear upon these unpaid wages because he can't afford it, and he would cry out against you to God, and you would have sinned.'"

Mr. Feuerstein condemned excessive pay to corporate CEOs, which he said was the result of "an unholy alliance between the moguls of Wall Street and executives with stock options."

He spoke as an advocate for research and development, for technology, for marketing and advertising, and for quality manufacturing.

The source of quality, he said, is the blue-collar workers, the doers--not just the engineers and the thinkers. "You can have the best engineers, the best R&D guy, the best technical expert, figure out how to get better quality. But in the last analysis, it is the man on the floor who is going to get that quality for you. If he feels he is a part of the enterprise and he feels he is treated the way he should be treated, he will go the extra mile to provide that quality."

`SAD COMMENTARY'

Entitling his talk "The People and the Community," he spoke principally as an advocate for an ethical policy towards employees and the community--to treat people the way "we expect them to treat us."

Mr. Feuerstein said, "A lot of the publicity I'm receiving is really not deserved. It is, rather, a sad reflection and commentary on our times.

"If you think of your business as a commodity business, that you are going to make the same thing as the next guy makes--that is a commodity marketplace. Then maybe one could argue that the only way to eke out a little more profit is to cut down on the hourly wages.

"Our vision of our business is not that we are in the commodity business. We want to distance ourselves as much as humanly possible from that commodity market. We are interested in making something different, to innovate, and with our research and development, and with our engineers, to make a product that is of better quality and has a better performance than anything else in the marketplace.

"If such is the case, then we are not into figuring out how to take the labor component and squeeze it by reducing the wages...

"We probably spend 10 times as much as the rest of our competitors put together on research and development. The ball game is in the marketing, the merchandising and the branding--in order to combine the better quality with a brand.

"We are probably spending 100 times more than our competitors on advertising. The brand is critically important. When the consumer goes to the store, how can he possibly know what he is buying--how can he give preference to Malden Mills and Polartec with our superior quality and performance--if there is no label, no advertising?"

A GIANT FIREBALL

Turning to a discussion of the fire, he described watching it in the midst of a terrible late-night traffic jam in Lawrence after a surprise 70th birthday party. "Everyone was gaping at the incredible scene--a veritable holocaust. Fire belching out of the windows of the old mill complex, joining together into a giant fireball covered by black smoke, going all the way up to heaven. What could one do in such a situation? It seemed hopeless.

"I held myself back. No time for crying, no time for weeping. As King Lear said, `Do you think I'll weep? No, I'll not weep. I have full cause of weeping but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws or ere I'll weep.'

"Because," said Mr. Feuerstein, "the weeping is a way of feeling sorry for yourself," and one can't think creatively when weeping.

Three huge buildings were burning to the ground, even though Malden Mills had the latest fire-sensing devices and sprinkler system. "How it happened and what happened, we still don't know."

The fourth building, the critical building where the Polartec fleece is finished, was saved, Mr. Feuerstein said, by "a miracle. But as you know, every miracle is connected with people. Thirty-six of my people were in that building, fighting the fire all night long, and they succeeded," even when local and state fire officials said it was hopeless.

"I had to rebuild. There was no way I was going to take 3,000 people and throw them in the streets. And there was no way that I should be the one to condemn that community, which had suffered so much in the 20th century, to economic oblivion. No sir."

"Within four months we had 85 percent of the people back. Were it not for the slow payments of the insurance company, we would have over 100 percent back today."

The fourth plant, which prior to the fire had never produced more than 130,000 yards a week, is producing more than 200,000 yards of Polartec, he said.

Since the fire, "there's an extra responsibility on my shoulders because I acted the way that the people of America want corporate America to behave," Mr. Feuerstein said. The audience responded with immediate applause.

Mr. Feuerstein's talk, initiated by students in the Leaders for Manufacturing program, was sponsored by the Center for Technology, Policy and Industrial Development lecture series on Industry Leaders in Technology and Management.

2. how would the owner of malden mills kae his business decision if he was a utilitarian.

-First of all, remember that this was Aaron Feuerstein’s private company. He was not the agent of a set of shareholders. He had every right to do what he wanted, for his own reasons. I’m sure that if we asked him today he would still believe he did the right thing, the only thing. It satisfied him and his goals and values. It was a success.

3. what if he was just concerned of the rights.

-If we do have a quality product or service for which there is a decent market, then good ethics and good treatment of employees is without doubt a value added to the business that will contribute to the bottom line. Well-treated employees show up happier and more dedicated to company success. They steal less and work harder. Customers who receive what was promised to them and who are treated with respect will return more frequently for more business and recommend more friends to patronize the business. Anyone who needs a study to prove these common sense observations about the impact of good ethics on good business is beyond help.

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