#i'll keep adding to this as i think more on her!!

[btsstraykidsateez]

For The Sake Of Argument.-Hyunjin.(NSFW.)

Dirty talk, pussy eating, fingering, blowjobs, he calls her a slut once but it’s consensual, missionary, unsafe sex, creampie.

If there was one thing you could watch for the rest of your life, it’d be your boyfriend moving his body the way he did. It didn’t matter what he was doing but it always seemed he was able to show off his muscles, his abs, toned legs and thighs. He wasn’t even trying to. He was just naturally fit and you were blessed to be the only girl seeing it in your private moments in the house you shared with him.

He was currently shirtless, wearing a pair of loose shorts that hung low on his hips. His vline was visible and the soft hairs leading to his cock were noticeable. Or, they were noticeable to you. They wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone else but you had the pure blessing of living with him and being able to stare at him in a way no one else ever could. You noticed everything about him.

Even his growing pubes that you loved. You didn’t mind when he shaved because he was soft and you could feel everything, but when he let his hair grow it made you feel like a weak woman. The sweat, the smell, the enchanting feeling of burying your face against his cock and feeling the hair on your skin always made you so wet.

Just as the thought of it was currently doing. And the man was only cooking dinner.

“You look so sexy.” You say, not even meaning to say it loud. You were just thinking it and found the words spilling out of your mouth.

He looks up from the counter and grins at you, “Yeah? Me cooking dinner is sexy?”

“Well yes but you in general are just sexy.” You reply, smiling at him.

He puts the knife down and walks over to kiss you, “It always does a man’s ego good when a sexy woman calls him sexy.”

You blush at his words, “You’re the sexy one in this relationship.”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, "That's a lie. You don't know how sexy you are, sweetheart. I tell you what, when we are finished with dinner I'll carry you to our bedroom and show you just how sexy I think you are."

Your face flushes at his words, heat racing between your thighs. You grab his arms, "You better keep your word."

He smiles and pushes your hair back out of your face, "I promise, sweetheart. I'll never pass up the chance to take you to bed and ravish you."

You playfully shove him, "Go finish dinner before we end up having sex in the kitchen."

"It wouldn't be the first time." He laughs, patting your ass, "But you're right. I need to feed my girlfriend so she'll have energy for me to fuck her brains out."

You shove him away but he just laughs due to how red your face is. He happily returns to cooking and occasionally teases you with suggestive gestures and you can only groan and hide your face, the sound of his laughter and amused voice echoing in your ears but warming your heart.

By the time dinner was over your thighs felt like they were drenched due to how turned on you were. They were sweating due to how tight you had them clenched and your arousal only added to the mess on your skin.

He stood up from the table and held out his hand, "Time to show my girlfriend just how sexy she is."

You put your hand in his and stood on shaky knees. He looked down at your legs and laughed at how they were positioned. It was obvious you were clenching them and your knees were turned in facing one another as if you were trying to hold your bladder. He knew you too well and absolutely knew that you were wet.

"I did my job and I haven't even touched you yet."

"Shut up."

He laughed and swooped you up in his arms, "Hold on tight, spider monkey."

"No more Twilight for you!" You laugh, the sound turning into a squeal as he starts running towards the bedroom.

He bursts through the bedroom door, kicking it shut behind him. You squeal again, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he tosses you gently onto the bed. The impact makes you bounce slightly, and you can't help but giggle at his playful antics.

He crawls onto the bed, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. "You know, I've been thinking about this all day," he says, his voice low and husky. "About how I was going to make you feel."

You bite your lip, your breath hitching as he leans in closer. "And what were you thinking?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smirks, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw before moving down to your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "I was thinking about how soft your skin feels," he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours. "About how you taste. About how you moan my name when I'm inside you."

Your body responds instantly, a wave of heat washing over you. You reach up, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, teasing and tantalizing, while his hands roam over your body, tracing every curve.

He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, nibbling and sucking gently. You gasp, your back arching as he continues his exploration, his hands sliding under your shirt to cup your breasts. Your nipples harden under his touch, and you can feel the wetness between your thighs growing.

He lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you," he growls, his hands moving to your shorts. He quickly pulls them down along with your panties. You lift your hips to help him, your breath coming in short gasps.

He settles between your thighs, his hands pushing them apart gently. You can feel his breath on your sensitive flesh, and you shiver in anticipation. He looks up at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste you.

"You're so fucking wet," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I love how your pussy glistens for me." He runs his tongue along your slit, savoring your taste. "You taste so sweet, like honey. I could eat you out all day."

You moan, your hands fisting the sheets as he begins to lick and suck, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles. He slides a finger inside you, then another, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his tongue. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Your pussy is so beautiful," he growls, his fingers pumping in and out of you. "It's like it was made for my tongue and cock." He looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust.

He dips his head back down, his tongue lapping at your clit. "I love how you squirm when I do this," he teases, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

You gasp, your hips bucking against his mouth. "Don't stop," you plead, your voice breathy. "Please, don't stop."

He doesn't. He continues his torture, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony. "I'm going to make you cum so hard," he promises, his voice muffled against your flesh. "And I'm going to lap up every drop of your juices."

His words send a shockwave of pleasure through your body. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as he continues his assault. "That's it," he encourages, his thumb circling your clit faster. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love my tongue on your pussy."

Your body responds instantly, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cry out his name, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. He groans, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace, drawing out your orgasm until you're a panting, trembling mess.

He looks up at you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "That was beautiful," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. He crawls up your body, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on him, and it only serves to heighten your arousal.

He breaks the kiss, his hands moving to his shorts. He quickly sheds them, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He settles between your thighs, his tip pressing against your entrance. "I need to be inside you," he growls, his voice low and primal.

"Please, baby." You whisper, your legs wrapping around his waist.

He pushes into you, his cock filling you completely. You moan, your body stretching to accommodate him. He begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a steady rhythm.

The room fills with the sound of your moans and the slapping of flesh against flesh. He leans down, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing as he continues his assault.

"Your pussy feels so good," he groans, his voice strained. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with love and lust. "I love you so much."

His words send a wave of emotion through you. You reach up, your hands cupping his face. "I love you too," you whisper. He smiles, his hips never stopping their relentless pace.

"Cum for me," he commands, his voice low and demanding. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

His words are all it takes. Your body tenses, and then you're crashing over the edge again, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm. He groans, his body tensing as he finds his own release, his cock pulsing inside you, shooting his cum deep inside.

He collapses on top of you, his body slick with sweat. You wrap your arms around him, your fingers tracing patterns on his back. He lifts his head, a satisfied smile on his face.

"That was amazing," he murmurs, his lips finding yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

"You're amazing," You whisper, your fingers tangling in his hair. He smiles, his eyes soft as he looks at you.

"So are you," he says, his voice filled with love. He rolls off you, pulling you into his arms. You snuggle against him, your body still humming with pleasure.

As you lie there, your body pressed against his, you can't help but feel content. This is what you live for - these moments of pure, unadulterated bliss. And you know, without a doubt, that you are the luckiest woman in the world.

"When I get my energy I'll repay you for eating my pussy by sucking your cock." You promise.

He groans, "Hurry up and get energy."

You laugh and push him to his back before moving between his legs. "I'm about to drain you of all the energy you have left," You promise, your voice low and sultry.

He spreads his legs, giving you a clear view of his cock. It's messy with cum, glistening under the soft light of the room, but you can tell he's not fully soft yet. The sight of it sends a thrill through you, a mix of desire and anticipation. You lean in, your breath hot against his sensitive skin.

"You're already hardening for me," You tease, your fingers gently tracing the length of his shaft. "Such a greedy cock."

He groans, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. "It's all for you," he says, his voice strained. "Always for you, baby."

You smile, your tongue flicking out to lick the remnants of his cum from his tip. He tastes salty and sweet, a heady combination that makes your mouth water. You take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his shaft as you begin to suck.

"Fuck," he hisses, his hands fisting the sheets. "Your mouth feels so good."

You hum in response, the vibration sending shivers through his body. You take him deeper, your head bobbing up and down as you suck and lick, your tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. You can feel him hardening more, his cock filling your mouth completely.

"You're such a good little cocksucker," he groans, his hips bucking slightly. "You know exactly how to drive me wild."

You pull off him with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. "I want to make you feel good," You say, your voice breathy. "I want to taste every inch of you."

He groans, his hands reaching out to tangle in your hair. "Then do it," he commands, his voice low and demanding. "Suck my cock like the dirty little slut you are."

His words send a wave of heat through your body. You take him back into your mouth, your head moving faster as you suck and lick with renewed vigor. You can feel his cock hitting the back of your throat, and you relax, taking him deeper still.

"Fuck, yes," He groans, his hips moving in time with your mouth. "Just like that. You're going to make me cum so hard."

You moan around his cock, the vibration sending shivers through his body. You can feel his cock pulsing, his body tensing as he gets closer to the edge. You reach up, your hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently in your palm.

"Fuck," he hisses, his body jerking. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum down your throat."

His words send a thrill through you. You suck harder, your head bobbing faster as you bring him to the edge. He groans, his body tensing as he cums, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he fills it with his hot, salty cum. You swallow every drop, your tongue licking him clean as he rides out his orgasm.

He collapses back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

You look up at him, a satisfied smile on your face. "Did I repay you enough?" You ask, your voice teasing.

He laughs, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek. "More than enough," he says, his voice filled with love. "You always do."

"Does this mean I'm right when I say you're sexier than me?" You ask, teasing.

He grins as you crawl back up his body, "I still think you're the sexier one, baby, but if we have to keep having sex to argue this then I have no complaints."

You giggle, "Sex is the best form of arguing then."

"I'm going to start fighting you all the time." He teases.

You lean down and kiss him, "I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Forever."

You snuggle up next to him, your head resting on his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you both drift off to sleep, content and satisfied in each other's arms.

[applejusue]

Farmhand ──  Ellie Williams ౨ৎ˚₊

tldr; the farmer's daughter c/w: religion, angst, comfort w /c: 3k

a/n: get cosy, it's a long one ☕𝜗𝜚

Part I. Part II.

Out here, you had few friends. The closest you'd get to girls your age was when you followed your father into town on his rickety cart while he ran an errand. You'd walk around in an airy sundress, unbothered by the dirt that stained the hem. But that isn't to say you didn't enjoy pretty things — quite the opposite. Every time you saw an elderly woman sipping tea in a cafe or a mercantile window, the reflection almost tempted you with hints of softer textiles.

You'd been brought up thankful, grateful for what you had. And yet even that comfort of gentle murmurs and handshakes on a Sunday morning didn't make up for what you felt like you were missing. A few girls stood near a street corner, oggling some roadside workers. Their infectious giggles almost brought a smile to your own lips, not that you'd ever felt any particular interest in the boys who floated through town. It was they that always had your focus. The rosy cheeks, the whisper of exchanges, and the fun it seemed to create.

As a silent reminder that you should have been watching the cart, your horse's brush against your arm diverted your attention. You sighed, turning to look behind you as you heard your father's voice once more. He was with a waddie, it seemed, someone with speckled skin and a dusty hat covering his- her eyes. The soft flesh in your ribcage fluttered only slightly at the curious scene. A tan glazed her arms and neck, a slightly red hue to her cheeks from long hours in the blazing heat. Her furrowed brow made her look serious, and it made you smile.

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"Who was that?"

The question floated through your lips before you could think of keeping them in. With his gloved hands still leading the mare home at a steady trot, your father turned to face you with an arched brow.

"The woman you were talking to... is that a friend of yours?"

You added, feeling your bottom lift with every bump on the dry road. With a soft chuckle, your father shook his head, raising his forearm to wipe some of the dust from his face.

"She's no friend of mine, petal, she's looking for work.."

Oh. It made sense, you supposed. Though you'd never known another girl to look for work. Up ahead, you could make out a group of crows perched on a branch. Even they seemed to be taunting you. You looked at your father; he was growing older, and in spite of his stubbornness, he needed help around the ranch. You nurtured the animals often, but when it came to the fields and repairs, you were at a loss. So tentatively, maybe even selfishly, you spoke up.

"It's not such a bad idea, you know you can't keep a handle on the farm yourself.."

Your father grumbled in a half-hearted protest, but even he couldn't deny his steadily growing back pain or the fact that he was more winded these days. He scratched his scruffy jaw with his gloved hand with an expression that at least gave you a little bit of hope. I'll think about it.

Soon the fences were in sight, and you were wondering what it would be like to have someone else here whilst you trotted up to your loft in the little farmhouse. The comb glided easily through your hair while the sun split open like an egg, painting the skies orange. She was still on your mind. That sullen brow, the way she shook your father's hand with that southern politeness, the way the sweat had made her skin glisten despite the dirt that covered it.

It made you feel sick.

Jealousy was the closest thing you could compare it to, but even then, it was softer, more of a dull ache than a sharp sting. As you rolled the pearls between your fingers, you felt comforted by the gentle glow of the candlelight surrounding the faithful beads that adorned your dresser. Taking them from the little silver plate, you carried them to your bedside, sinking to your knees.

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Feathers fluttered around your ankles as you tossed grains for the chickens, a cool morning breeze biting your skin. You chuckled at some of them battling over mere scratch mix, crouching to let some of the babies feed from your palm. A horse tied by the fencepost caught your eye though. Not one owned by you. As your eyes followed the wheat fields and the thrushes, you were able to spot your father trudging alongside another person. Another person.

It made your heart flutter, but you still had other morning chores to complete. You couldn't simply abandon all order over a farmhand. So, while you were tending to the cows in the filthy barn, you found yourself dusting down your skirt and keeping your hair somewhat clean with a handkerchief tied over it. You led your old girls back out into the fields with gentleness after filling two buckets with milk. You had a bond with each of the animals here, something that exasperated your father whenever he needed to sell or stock up on meat.

By one of the sheep pens, you saw her as you trudged up the muddy trail with the two heavy tins. A strange kind of nervousness tightened your lips, pooling into your stomach. Wearing a calfskin coat that cuffed near her wrists, she was squatting against the muck while using a small toolbox to fix the fence gate. Since most of her face was hidden by her hazel, scruffy fringe, you simply continued to walk; she probably wouldn't notice you.

However, she lifted her head as you got closer, her sullen eyes examining you so intently that you nearly stopped moving. When you went on, she nodded gently, and you did the same.

"Ma'am.."

The greeting was simple, polite, efficient. And like that she got back to work, her gloved hands nailing some more screws into the post. You felt like it was too late to speak, so you just kept walking.

Your hands moved efficiently as you split the milk buckets into glass bottles, though your thoughts were elsewhere entirely. You'd run out of chores, excuses to be outside in somewhat close quarters. Yet still the feeling of being close to someone else was too tempting, so you sat on the porch with your book. You truly were reading, between glances at the stranger as she pottered about carrying hay bales or wooden planks.

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Ellie took respite in the cold morning, the bitter air stinging her freckled cheeks. She preferred the cold to the summer heat that she knew would blister her skin once afternoon came. After drifting from town to town without any luck, Ellie was grateful for the work no matter how demanding. There was lots to be done around the ranch, from mucking out horses to fixing fences and tending to the fields. It was exhausting, but it was secure, doing things with her hands.

She was carrying wooden posts down the muddy path when she noticed you, the farmer's daughter, sitting on the porch. Ellie knew it wasn't polite to stare, but she couldn't help the way your dress bunched around your legs. Despite the cold air, she felt a sickening heat trickle down her collar when your eyes met hers. She kept walking.

The last, last damn thing she needed was that.

When she met your eyes and hardly gave you a glance, a tiny sting of rejection pricked at your skin. You carried what was left of your pride back into the house, instead settling for the armchair by the fireplace. Your hand curled around the rood that hung from your neck, a habit while you read. It felt different now though, the cool metal searing your fingertips.

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You'd hoped that at least a friendship might bloom between you, just something to kill the ache of loneliness that haunted the ranch. Nothing such came. She was curt, not cold but distant. Your attempts at bringing her a cold beer or a sandwich met with the same 'thanks, ma'am' or a 'you're too kind, darlin', which sometimes let your heart lift with the smallest hope that she might be warming to you. But then she'd go back to work without another word until the next time you came to her.

And so you continued to feed the animals, collect the milk, and gather the apples. The mundane routine left too much time for you to think, to wonder what you weren't doing right. She was your age; you'd learnt that from your father, like most other things about her. You knew she came from St. Botolphs, and that she didn't like heights.

It was hard to convince yourself that it wasn't you, especially when your father seemed to get along with her just fine. You'd sometimes hear them laughing; he'd pat her on the back and pay her. Sometimes they'd drink on the porch after a long day's work or argue over the best way to tie the crates. She'd even started sleeping out back in the barn on a dusty mattress, knowing she'd have to be back here at dawn anyways.

It made you feel it again, that not-jealous ache. It made it hard to sleep some nights, especially when you were haunted by those dark eyes and the glimmer of satisfaction on her face when she got the job done.

Your feet hit the cool wooden floor as you padded down the hall, your nightgown hanging to your ankles. The faces in frames along your walls watched you, your head bowed in respect like you'd done since you were a kid. Habit, you suppose. You passed your father's room, where he slept peacefully, and down the staircase. You headed to the kitchen, lighting a small candle that sat on the wooden bench.

You sat for some time, watching the flame flutter as soft tears of wax rolled down her bodice. Your tired haze was broken by a rattling at the backdoor. In moments you were standing, a rolling pin in hand, your nearest though limited form of defence. When the door pushed open, though, it wasn't a bandit or the devil sent to scorn your troubled mind. It was her, and she seemed just as startled.

Ellie noticed your hand trembling around a rolling pin, and her dark eyes grew softer, or maybe that was just the candlelight.

"Didn't mean to startle you, darlin.."

Her voice came hushed, all too aware of your father who slept upstairs. An unsteady sigh left your lips as you set away the pin, and all of a sudden you felt way too revealed in your nightgown. You pushed down the silver stinging just above your breast, your eyes trying to meet hers. Though it seemed pointless, her gaze drifting like it always did.

"What are you doing?"

Your voice was quiet, a hint of resignation in it as you sat back against the wooden bench. The candle flickered against her speckled skin, bringing out a honey in her iris that you never noticed before.

"M' lookin' for a gauze, if you got any. Figured I rolled across a nail or somethin' in my sleep, woke up and my arm was busted up.."

Tugging off her flannel, she was left in an old wifebeater that'd probably seen a few lifetimes. Her warm skin made your eyes flicker, but your attention was quickly captured by her left arm. Down the side and along the back was a trail of dark crimson, an ugly but pretty surface gash resting above her elbow. You weren't sure why, but you moved closer, turning her arm like you had a right to do so while you inspected the damage. Ellie's eyes burned into you, her body rigid.

Feeling the heat of her gaze, you released her arm, instead moving to the medicine cabinet. Ellie took a seat on the bench, rubbing a hand through her unkempt hair while following your every movement. The soft swish of your nightdress. When you returned her eyes flickered away, back to the ground like a respectful young lady.

Ellie reached to take the gauze, planning on heading back to the barn and praying she didn't die of tetanus. Absolutely not. You batted her away with the back of your hand, taking a seat next to her on the bench with a bottle of whiskey. Bringing the candle closer you got a better view of the damage, your tired eyes roaming the expanse of lean muscle and tanned freckles.

"S' way too late for you to be up takin' care of me, I can handle it.."

Ellie insisted, her voice a bit softer now even if it was gruff. Maybe it was the time of night, or the fact that you looked so downhearted. You shook your head, dampening the cloth with alcohol to gently press against the skin. She stayed taut, her jaw tightening with each burn of the drink. Her skin was nice against your hands, even if it was rougher than most. The quietness begged for resolution, for some sort of explanation.

"You don't like being 'round me much.. I rub you the wrong way?"

Your voice was a tentative whisper, almost like you thought you'd said it in your head. But you hadn't, and soon her eyes met yours for the first time since she'd passed you on the porch. You felt like the wax, melting downward against soft skin and a hot trigger. This time it was you that looked away, your fingers twitching as you started to wrap the thin fabric around her arm.

Ellie was no good with words, hell she was no good with people in general. She felt she'd have better luck calming a kicking horse than comforting a pretty girl. Ellie couldn't just tell you that she kows your routine by heart, that your cooking is the best she'd ever had, or that she wonders how soft your dresses are when she'd lay in the old barn.

"S' nothing like that darlin.."

Her voice is a warm whisper, her eyes flickering to your unsteady hands and the silver cross that dangled just above your breast, glinting in the candlelight. She swallows.

"You don't even look at me, n' here I've been trying to be friends.."

Your eyes dared to meet hers now, and all of a sudden it felt too close, too intimate. You were still holding her arm in your lap, her face tilted downward with that damn frown. It was so frustrating, the sting, the ache that you felt whenever she was around. And yet as those dark hazel eyes stayed lock into yours, her pained expression gave away something that you hadn't considered.

That she felt it too.

Your cheek grew hot as her calloused hand moved to touch it, carefully, like she was worried she'd smear the portrait infront of her. Your heart was wracking your ribs, you'd swear she could hear it from where she sat. Ellie's voice was a whisper, a thinly veiled restraint.

"I look at you, darlin'.. every time I get the damn chance.."

You hadn't even noticed your eyes prickling with tears until they began to leak down your face. Her thumb brushed each one away, and you'd never had anyone look at you the way she was. There was that ache again, the feeling in your gut that this wasn't right, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that you just wanted company.

Without meaning, your eyes flickered to her lips. They looked dry, no matter how many times Ellie licked them when she got nervous. You found it difficult to breathe, aware of every single point of contact where her body was touching yours. Her cold hand had moved to your temple, the only reprise from the burning you felt. It felt like heat, it felt like sin and yet her numbing touch offered you a solace, like that cool morning breeze.

"It's alright, s' alright.."

Ellie's arm moved around you, and the moment your face hit her chest it all seemed to go quiet. She smelled like hay, like springwater or dewy leafs. The ache faded, replaced instead by something soft, something warm that cushioned around your heart. Ellie was still rigid, but you had a feeling she was just like that. Hesitantly your fingers held onto her, and you could've sworn she was smelling your hair.

With a gentle hand Ellie guided your head upward, she'd stare all night if you'd let her. The warm candlelight made your skin glow, your puffy eyes making your dark lashes stand out even more. Her gaze flickered to that glint of silver, and she tucked it beneath the laced collar of your dress. Her calloused hand was still supporting your crown, and with a lick of her bottom lip she slowly leaned down.

When her lips met yours it was the most tender thing you'd ever felt. They were in fact dry, but they moved against yours like they were introducing themselves to you. And so with your father upstairs, a candle burning out on the bench, you kissed her back. Your mouths grew familiar, a fluttering in your stomach as your hands waded through her hair. It was a few minutes before you felt them part, Ellie kissing your chin politely. When she pulled away she almost looked shy, with that serious brow that still made you smile.

a/n: thanks for reading honey, honestly I adore fics with a country setting so stay put for the next part ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Do you have any headcanons for Wizarding stereotypes and social norms?

I love how your brain works! ❤️❤️

Hi, thank you so much 💓. I'm arriving at this ask a little late, but I have a lot of random, small and large headcanons about wizarding culture (in the uk and the rest of the world), and I have a tag for my HP headcanons in general. Many of these appeared in past posts, but I'll try to summarize like 20 headcanons about wizard culture and social norms in the UK (some of them are very based in canon, and others are just vibes):

1. Fashion. I love historical fashion, and I made posts about wizarding fashion in the uk before (wizard fashion, robes vs muggle-inspired fashion, Hogwarts robes). I believe even when we see wizards in more muggle-style suits/jackets, they are still, more often than not, wizard-made and are made with colors and fabrics that muggles would consider weird to put together.

Like, Dumbledore isn't close to the only one who dresses like an eyesore. Even the twins are described wearing some jackets I don't think would pass anywhere in the Muggle world. And everyone is wearing hats, a lot, all the time, especially older generations.

2. Traditions regarding what you do with your wand once you die change between families/location/time period. Like, during, say, the 13th century in England, everyone got buried with their wands, but in the 18th and 19th centuries it was all the rage to keep a wand display of deceased family members at home. (Talked about a bit here)

3. In the UK, most wizards are culturally Christian. Denominations vary, but I believe they have a sort of magical Anglican denomination, which includes some of their own saints and doesn't place a heavy focus on prayer or going to church, and more about community. (I have a whole series about this subject, with the last entry here and the most quote-based entry here)

Similarly, I believe there used to be a chapel at Hogwarts, but it fell out of use throughout the centuries and has been remodeled into something else. I mean, no large castle from the Middle Ages is complete without a private chapel.

4. We know there are a lot of stereotypes regarding wand woods and wand cores ("When his wand’s oak and hers is holly, then to marry would be folly" from pottermore), and I believe there are others.

I'm not the first to note the symbolism between wands and manhood (Lucius losing his wand, short wands associated with a "lacking" character). So, I 100% believe "polishing your wand" is a euphemism for jerking off. Similarly, they probably have sayings like "you know what a long wand means".

Basically, wands are a big deal, and there are a lot of superstitions/stereotypes around them.

5. Because of that, I think some people would boast their wand wood/core, and keeping these facts super secret is seen as you having something to hide. Adding a wand handle to your wand is seen as a way to hide that the wand is actually really short, etc.

6. It's not exactly a headcanon since it's heavily implied by canon, but the first son gets his father's name as a middle name, the first daughter gets the mother's name as a middle name, then younger children get grandparents' names, then aunts, uncles, etc.

7. The legal drinking age is 13 for light alcohol (like butterbeer) or for drinking with parental supervision. For harder alcohol (like Firewhisky), the legal drinking age is 16. (That's the feeling I get)

8. In general, alcohol consumption is seen as healthy and common in the Wizarding World, like it was in the 19th century. The type of alcohol and amount do have social connotations, though. A lot. In terms of class, intelligence, trustworthiness, etc. but drinking in itself is seen as chill and no one really thinks too much of it if it's not extreme (and even then it isn't treated as an addiction). (Talked about here & here)

9. I also think their age of consent is 16 and not 18. (The majority age is 17, so it seems right to me). They could also legally get married at 16, though it's somewhat frowned upon to marry before you graduate. This is a leftover of a time when many wizards didn't stay at Hogwarts for the final 3 years and went on to start with life instead.

10. As I implied, I think it used to be pretty common to drop out of Hogwarts after 5th year. Especially for poorer working-class wizards/witches. This is why you only need 1 passing OWL to keep your wand.

I think NEWTs are treated like higher education of sorts and were/are optional, but like with muggle universities/collages most of the population does study these extra years since many jobs started requir NEWTs in specific fields. Not all jobs, plenty are fine with just OWLS.

It's common to drop many subjects in the final 2 years, like Harry does. He actually keeps more subjects than the average student, who stays with 2-3 subjects for NEWTs at most.

11. They don't have any universities/academies or that sort of higher education. It's just NEWTS and then apprenticeships/on-the-job training.

11. In general, the number of OWLs the Golden Trio passed is above average. I talked about it here, but the average amount of passing OWLs with grads good enough for the NEWT classes seems to be ~4 per student. Fred and George's 3 each isn't unusual; their brothers are just academically gifted and ambitious. (Bill got 12 OWLs, Charlie is smart, Percy is Percy, and Ron is also really smart. And we don't know anything about Ginny's OWLs, but she must have gotten more than 5).

12. They are very sanitized to violence. We see corporal punishment (Molly chasing Fred and George with a broom) and other violent pranks (F & G melting Ron's tongue with an acid pop, the Mauraders) being seen as normal and acceptable. (Mentioned it a bit here)

In general, their standard for what's considered "bad" violence is different than ours. Anything that is easily reversible with a spell is seen as a little mean but no harm done, or even a little funny. If it's not permanent, it isn't really seen as harmful. When the harm is permanent, that's when it starts being taken more seriously (but even then, it depends on what the damage is, and often it isn't really treated as anything too serious).

13. Also, mental health is not a thing. Trauma is not harm because they don't really consptualise trauma is a thing. They understand when someone's having a "rough time" or if someone's being "overemotional," but they don't have therapy or anything like it. (I always found "mind healers" in fics out of place in their world. The only "mind healers" they'd have are ones for spell damage caused by Obliviate or curses like the Imperius or the Cruciatus). Any emotional/mental health situation is treated by friends/family support if you have good people around you, getting told to "get over it", or alcohol. (Talked about a bit here)

14. The reason Honeydukes has candy for vampires is because vampires are really rare and not seen as savages the way werewolves are. Vampires are seen as exotic, sexy creatures (kinda like veela, just without the magical attraction), and wizards, too, have trash vampire romance novels. (Talked about this more as well here)

15. It's weird to get a portrait taken when young. Magical portraits are expensive to make since there is like, 1-2 wizards in the UK who do it (I headcanon Dean Thomas grows to paint magical portraits post-series as he is mentioned to draw in the books). So, getting one when you're young means you expect to die soon. It's seen as more extreme than writing a will, and something you don't do without a good reason. It's seen as paranoid and bringing bad luck. As in, getting a magical portrait taken is like asking death to come knock at your door. Hence, why I headcanon Aunt Muriel didn't commission hers yet.

16. Divination as thought at Hogwarts is seen by the majority of the wizarding world as a practice best reserved for wizards/witches who have the talent for it. Like, you have prophecies - seen as rare and mysterious, and you have omens - which is what everyone can learn to do to a degree, but most aren't good at it. There is real magic there (as the centaurs prove) just, not the way Trawlany goes about it. So most wizards treat it as a legitimate field, but one you need a talent for.

17. They're, in general, into astrology. I mean, they study star charts in Astronomy, and the planets' movements is magical in canon (centaurs, certain ingredients need to be harvested in a certain moon phase, etc). So, like, the average wizard could go: "yes, I'm having it tough. You know Mercury is in retrograde," but also, a completely different astrology that is all their own. Like: "When Jupiter is bright, it's a good time for potion making" or something. Along with superstitions that some couples actually take into account when conceiving children, like being born when there is a specific angle between Venus and Mars will make you lucky, or certain plants that predispose you to any Hogwarts house. Like, I'd imagine their birth charts look different from ours, since they pay attention to different things and note them differently. Like, they'd include the angles of various constellations as well, and it'll look different (At least, I'd like to think so).

18. I think they have a lot of little superstitions in general (like seeing a grim). Stuff like, don't propose on a dark moon if you want the marriage to last, seeing a unicorn in the wild is a sign of good luck, professional Quidditch players have lucky underwear they never wash, etc.

19. They aren't prude around nudity. I mean, no one seems to struggle with getting dressed or taking showers with other people in their dorms, even when they aren't used to it (it is something that takes getting used to if you didn't grow up seeing it as normal). There are portraits and talking mirrors that watch you and comment on your appearance in bathrooms and bedrooms, we know many wizards (young Snape, Archie from the Quiddich World Cup) don't wear trousers under their robes (Archie is implied to not be wearing underwear either) and pottermore stated they used to take dumps wherever (though, I think they do have decency around that). Even if we look at the scene before the battle of the 7 Potters, no one considers it weird for them to get dressed in Harry's body. So, it seems nudity or partial nudity around others isn't as taboo or a breach of privacy the way we see it. Especially when it comes to men/boys. (This is part of why no one in-universe sees SWM as SA)

(Which would make sense for a culture stuck in the past. In the Middle Ages, you had bath houses, and families would all sleep in the same room. Sex and nudity weren't as taboo)

20. They think they know about their history way more than they do. I think Hogwarts wasn't built the way they think it was, the timeline of the Peverells and the Founders is all wrong — but no one except a few passionate wizard historians actually know. Everyone else thinks they must know their true history better than muggles because they are wizards (though they don't).

I have a bunch more headcanons that just don't come to mind right now, but I might add them later.

[softantlers]

analysis of natalie scatorccio during the s2e7 beating scene that no one asked for!!

sorry i'm in outer space today, but more of my natalie scatorccio fuckshit wrt memory, depersonalization, and flashbacks. i think her body language is so interesting in the scene where shauna beats up lottie, so i'm going to do a deep dive since i'm already rewatching this episode. obvious trigger warnings for the scene in general:

the first two screencaps follow shauna's initial punch at lottie, and of course, like everyone else, nat is standing shocked & slack-jawed. i'll point out here though that this reaction is an interesting departure from a few seconds earlier-- nat's behavior when shauna punched misty originally was defensive and broad-shouldered, and she fell in with the rest of the group telling shauna to stop. following the punch to lottie though? now, there's silence & immobilization, like maybe the violence is so extreme that nat is realizing something unstoppable is about to happen...

there's a shot above when nat's chest is heaving and she actually anticipates shauna's movement in the next shot as shauna moves around to get on top of lottie & starts beating her in full. nat steps out of the way before shauna is even on the other side of the room... almost like she is aware of the trajectory? she moves with this zombie demeanor that's giving a sort of... out-of-body intuition. to me, it reads as a prey instinct vibe-- nat's body is reacting to the violence, passively and defensively, but she's horrified at the same time.

i think the most interesting part of the beating scene is when nat brings her hands to her head but she keeps fucking watching. in the background, most everyone else is, but they actually start to glance at each other too, or look away altogether. nat, however, is not looking at anyone else. she's not even looking at shauna. she's looking at lottie the whole time.

again with this sort of slack-jawed expression? the hands to the head? (i'm gonna kill y'all here), but it's almost...? it's almost like cowering in an odd way? like when you're getting hit, you'll naturally bring your hands up to protect your face. nat is holding her hands up like this throughout a significant portion of the beating scene. of course, it could just be a display of stress. but also...? from an abuse angle, when you've lived with someone as explosive as nat's dad, these sort of gestures are important-- flinching, moving out of the way to let him by, protecting your face... it's learned self defense.

throughout the scene, people begin to look away. akilah closes her eyes. tai sits down with her gaze to the ground. but nat keeps fucking watching. (and so does van... which... i might throw up about that. a lot to say here about their respective upbringings but not enough time for that in this meta, so i'll just let you cry about it.)

moving along, it's really fucking hard to see, but at one point nat actually mumbles something? it doesn't get a subtitle so i assume it's inaudible, but as i've rewatched, i'm pretty confident she's saying "no..."

also for added pain, the scene where she says "no" directly cuts to the adult timeline... haha, yeah!!! -dies-

okay, so this next shot breaks my fucking heart. tai brings her face into her hands and you see natalie sort of reach out, her fingers are trembling but she remains paralyzed. as tai's face sinks lower to look away, nat is reaching out further. it's like she wants to help, but she's so stuck--her brain might altogether be somewhere else if we consider her flashbacks (like the flashback with her dad when she first uses the rifle)--and she can't seem to make her body move.

nat steps back again when shauna falls off lottie, just this quiet step out of the way. the wide shot here is crazy because if you look at the whole group dynamic in this scene, nat is absolutely closest to the beating. yes, she is giving shauna space to do it, but she's definitely not on the fringes like the other girls are. she's the closest to what's happening (physically and metaphorically, i'd argue).

crying about it but nat's hand twitches again in the background when shauna rolls off lottie... it's like this little jolt upward that's hard to capture in screencaps, but it's almost like this zap through her body. like she's trying to move but still can't.

once it's clear lottie is breathing, shauna shoves past nat out the door, but nat actually doesn't react physically to shauna. she keeps looking at lottie on the ground. once shauna is out of the cabin, it's almost like nat is being broken out of a spell. "what the fuck?!" she is gesturing at everyone, almost in an accusatory manner... like she's demanding of the group, "how did this happen??" my personal hc for "what the fuck?!" is that nat kind of... froze throughout the entire beating... and so did everyone, but nat... i think she was somewhere else. with her dad maybe. with a memory. i think she got lost along the way.

but yeah, the way she snaps out of it-- it's like nat can't believe it. i think she's ashamed of freezing tbh. and i think "what the fuck?!" is a kind of lashing out at the others, demanding this at the same time as she's horrified with her inaction. (i also think nat sort of leans toward the beating in a somewhat victim-blaming way later on, as a maladjusted way of coping... there's this implicit "how could lottie let that happen to her?" which i don't think has to be at odds with the horror of what happened. but i think nat victim-blames herself a lot, especially wrt her dad and upbringing, so i think this line of thought is a natural reaction for her.)

unrelated sidebar: you'll notice that van is the first one to make it to lottie when everyone jumps into action (CRYING ABOUT IT).

okay, last shots: nat has her hand to the head again, closing her eyes. idk man i know i'm reading a lot into this shit, but the way she's sort of... grasping at her own mind here? trying to come back to earth. when you consider her trauma and the ways she's depersonalized and lost the plot in other high stakes situations... yeah. it makes a lot of sense that this sort of abusive violence (and her own history with it) would send nat's mind somewhere else altogether.

anyways, not exactly sure what i'm trying to say here, but i think this scene is very rich when you consider that nat is a survivor of abuse. squaring her mannerisms with that reality can give insight into her behavior in a fascinating way imo. so yeah, i hope reading this hurt you as much as it hurt me to write!

[abyssal-ilk]

some info about my new lavellan, da'nehn!! trying to figure some stuff out for her and i figured i'd share!

-> she is a shapeshifter mage. her primary transformations are of a hart and a bear (transport + combat), but she can also transform into other animals. her favorite form to take is a fox!

-> when da'nehn's magic fully manifested, it came to her gently when she was ten. her clan had been seperated in a fierce storm that lasted several days and scattered their aravels, and when the aravel that was transporting her family became damaged and was unable to move, it was da'nehn's magic that kept them warm and dry. she made fire in her palms when their supplies were too wet to burn, and the light of her magic would be what guided the rest of the clan back to them. this would later influence her vallaslin being tied to sylaise, the hearthkeeper!

-> she is her keeper's second, but there were actually two other seconds before she took the title. the first was a man named telanar, who was lost to illness young, and the second was a woman named vir'asha, who died defending da'nehn from templars who came too close to their camp when she was still young. the loss of two seconds so quickly after one another made the keeper even more protective over da'nehn– because of this, the conclave was the first time she had truly been away from the clan.

-> being the second mean she does have some experience in mediating conflict, but this does not help much with her advisors and companions. or at least not as much as she hoped. she still tries though!

-> da'nehn is pro-mage and anti-circle, but she doesn't hold mages who are pro-circle to any harsh regard. she pities them- she feels awful that the circles have become such an oppressive force for so many people. she has far less sympathy for the templars, however. she allies with the mages and pushes hard for equal treatment for them amongst the inquisiton, and she does make efforts to take care of the templars struggling with addiction, but she never stops being wary around them.

-> da'nehn has a special pipe she smokes a mixture of elfroot and embrium from for pain management, + crystal grace when she can find it. it's her pipe, but she's happy to share with the others if they ask! so long as they don't take her entire stash. sera.

-> da'nehn stops smoking fairly early into inquisition though because she finds out she's pregnant a few months in! which causes,, all sorts of problems, as you can imagine. the other parent was one of her clanmates who died in the conclave explosion, and she doesn't know she's pregnant for months as she doesn't show much at all and assumed the symptoms were just related to the anchor. da'nehn decides to keep the baby after a lot of consideration and is forced to rely on her advisors and companions much more than she would have otherwise. she remains pretty active throughout most of her pregnancy which stresses everyone out to no end.

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Tumblr isn't letting me find again @fictionadventurer's and my own posts on epistolary novels, but I have been thinking about it again, because I fell down a Goodreads review rabbit hall and I have thoughts again.

So many people dislike the style, and honestly, I don't blame them, because it's so often done... not well. It is in some aspects, a deceptively easy one, and in others, deceptively hard. And because I'm trying to write a novel with this format myself, I have been thinking about what makes or breaks an epistolary novel.

I talked yesterday about TGLPPS, because it is an interesting case to analyze. I have thought many times about it, and cannot think of a single non-merely-aesthetic reason for it to be told in an epistolary style. A lot of it depends on -British- people who have survived some terrible war conditions willingly opening up to a stranger about their experiences, and that's made... even more difficult if the medium is letters? typically writers will appeal to tropes like making the reserved character drunk, or have them share an extreme experience in isolation with the stranger to create sudden intimacy. None of this is possible in writing; if anything, one is much more self-conscious about the things one writes than the things one says; verba volant, scripta manent.

It seems to me the story would have flowed much more naturally if Juliet had been stranded on Guernsey for some reason -like the first author herself!- suddenly Dawsey commenting that he got a book from her library makes so much more sense! Yes, certainly, if you met a stranger out there, and they introduce themselves and you realize you have a book that once belonged to them, you would tell them so! And it is in this way that the epistolary format does violence to a story that would otherwise sound much less contrived.

Another problem is the large cast of characters and multiple settings. For all I complain about Dracula, Stoker manages this pretty well (of course he has the model of The Woman in White, but TWiW has fewer povs), at least on the first half, because structurally the storylines of the characters are converging, and that does a lot to guide the reader in the understanding of the character's relationships. TGLPPS's relationship structure is more of a multidirectional flow chart, and that becomes confusing really fast.

Another novel I read reviews for recently is one set in WWI, composed of back and forth letters between two lovers torn apart by war, and one common complaint was... that the climactic scenes, the times they meet, etc all happen... off-camera. It is a fair complaint, but also one I cannot really blame the author for, because that's what usually happens with real life compilations of letters of that kind. Sure, usually the editor/compiler will fill in the blanks sometimes and add an epilogue of sorts explaining what happened afterwards, and that is possible if you are writing it fictionally too, but some may think it spoils the effect of immediacy and whatnot, which, fair too.

But it makes me think of how aware Jean Webster was of these difficulties, and how deftly she managed them in both Daddy Long-Legs and Dear Enemy. Both novels have aged badly in terms of content and message, but they are very interesting stylistically.

DLL is a bildungsroman with a dash of romance; through Judy's letters to daddy long-legs we can see how she grows as a person, gaining independence intellectually and economically, and as a writer, as her grammar and vocabulary change and grow. Between making Judy an orphan who hates the orphanage where she has lived her whole life, and one where she lived past the usual age of being thrown into the world, Webster does away with the need for letters between Judy and her friends and family: all her friends and family are her college roommates and her benefactor, who is the person she writes to. The benefactor scheme also makes it so that she doesn't have to write dll's replies, which in turns makes it much more natural and acceptable for the reader when Judy writes him the ending's love letter describing the feelings and impressions of their finally meeting in person and in truth; Judy has become a writer, and she is so used to write to him as another person all the time, that it just makes sense for her to write to him one more letter at the point where her benefactor and her lover become one and the same person. She has written a novel where the core is the correspondence between lovers AND managed to include as well all the moments of their meetings that we would otherwise miss.

Dear Enemy is a similar, but longer and more ambitious story. Instead of one relationship-connection (Judy and Daddy's), we have Sallie as a nod of connections: she's Judy's friend, Jarvis' "employee", the boss of several characters, has a tense colleague-boss relationship with the visiting doctor, a boyfriend of sorts in Washington, and a family we have met before. It is, in that way, a similar setup to TGLPPS: a urban girl of means becomes a fish out of water in a different setting till she ends up assimilating to it, and settling definitely through marriage. But Webster does a few things differently to make it click.

For starters, it is clear to her that this is the story of Sallie's maturation -I have sometimes talked of Dear Enemy as a novel where a Mary Crawford-like character undergoes a transformation arc. The happenings and stories she meets and tells Judy about along the way serve this arc, besides standing on their own as case studies to illustrate the problems, ideology and solutions proposed to the secondary themes of the story (education and social reform). I feel like TGLPPS is much more interested in Guernsey's survival through the war, in which case Juliet's story is already a frame, which, again, makes the epistolary format cumbersome rather than complementary.

Dear Enemy adds more correspondents, but it is very austere/economical with them, and narrows the letters we see to only those Sallie sends. YMMV regarding if it was too much cutting or not, but the undeniable effect is structural soundness; you are never confused by what is happening or who is writing to whom. We can guess the Honorable Cyrus Wykoff probably wrote some indignant letters to Jervis, and those would be funny to read, but... would they be worth the break in the flow of the narrative? I don't think so. To this effect, just having Sallie write a line to the effect of "I expect at this point you have at hand an irate letter from the Hon. Cyrus" is enough to paint a picture for the reader. Perhaps a letter or two from Dr. MacRae would have helped develop his character more -definitely a first read of the story obscures how much misdirection there is in Sallie's narration to Judy, which in turns tends to create an impression of suddenness to the closing letter that doesn't come across well to the reader.

The choice of Sallie mainly writing to Judy is, IMO, a really good one too. It not only establishes a connection with DLL, but it also allows for the intimacy that makes disclosure believable (something TGLPPS struggles with, as I mentioned above). When you add a few letters to the doctor and Gordon and Jervis, you also get a better perspective of Sallie's personality, how she deals not only with a friend, but with acquaintances, romantic partners and coworkers.

From all this it is pretty evident that for Webster the main function of epistolarity as format is aiding in showing psychological and moral development. But that's not the only thing the format can be really good for: perspective is another, and Austen uses it to great effect in both Lady Susan and Lesley Castle.

Both stories deal with mainly static characters, but who have very strong perspectives of the same situation, and it is this singularity of setting and story that anchors the narrative to avoid confusion, while the variety of perspective brings interest. In Lady Susan, we are dealing mainly with the marrying off of Frederica and seduction of Mrs. Vernon's brother, Reginald. There where Lady Susan paints Frederica as an undisciplined, irrational and ungrateful daughter, her sister in law, Mrs. Vernon, paints her as a sweet girl and a victim of her mother's ruthlessness and lack of love. Both agree that Reginald is being seduced, but, of course, with opposite goals: Lady Susan wants him to succumb, Mrs. Vernon, to escape, and this is a delicious struggle for the reader to follow!*

Lesley Castle being an earlier effort, and unfinished, does show some of the defects I have mentioned before (mainly, the relative confusion of having several correspondents in separate storylines), but illustrates well this same perspective effect: Margaret writes to Charlotte about the new Lady Lesley, and the new Lady Lesley writes to Charlotte about about Margaret and her sister... and in these contrasts lies the main interest of the narrative.

Some conclusions to these musings, then:

Not every story is suited to the epistolary format.

The epistolary format seems to work the best when it is used for either A) showcase psychological and moral development B) to play with perspective on people and/or events.

One of the main difficulties of the format is finding a narrative element to anchor and structure the letters around.

It must have a core couple of correspondents, or at most, two. More than that will make it confusing (unless, perhaps, the story is very short and about a single event or two).

A delicate balance must be found so that the secondary correspondence doesn't cut the flow of the main one, and if possible it must feed into it.

*It is interesting how Love and Friendship, being such a delightful -and I sustain one of the best ever- Austen adaptation, is by force of the perspective switch towards a more impersonal third person, more about a love story between Frederica and Reginald than a struggle between Lady Susan and Mrs. Vernon. Which isn't dissimilar to how adaptations of DLL end up being more about the romance between the leads than Judy's coming of age in college; tropes aside, I feel like if the epistolary format is well embedded in the story, it's going to be nearly impossible to reproduce the effect in adaptation.

[bonestrouslingbones]

i have never been immune to listening to cool songs and imagining my characters performing them because its cool as fuck but not actually being a canon part of their arc. however i think i fucked up and listened to fluff's playlist too much because now that might end up actually for real being a canon part of his arc

[late-night-vocaloid]

VVV Music Live live reaction that I'm calling a recap | Day 1

I took these down in a note during the show. Screenshots included but screenshot-only post also coming after this.

Ohhhh okay, I didn’t like the outfits at first but if they’re all part of a (massive) space crew it’s cute (shown in later 2D art screenshot)

Is this the same song as last time? Frimomen and Rei’s voices stand out so much lol

They’re all so cute…….

Yuki….. baby… standing with Maki

Guitar’s fun. Where do they put the other singers while one is performing? Do they go in the ship?

Oh they should give them applause. The vacuum of space white noise and reverb………

It’s nice to see her having fun lol. A little acting. I don’t remember her name right now but I like her. The blue one. (Minato)

Deep sea girl???? Maki sounds different. SynthV versatility I suppose. Cool arrange.

Oh my god I also can’t remember her name but she came out so funny, she was frowning. She doesn’t want to be here. Awesome voice. Moca.

Moca and Maki you are so cute. Barbie movie moment. I’d trust Maki with my life btw.

Is this because Saki and Tsudumi aren’t here. (Are they? I don't remember)

Baby walks out onstage!!!!!!

I mean they soooort of had her do the pose but not really

It’s okay you can let her speak in a talkloid voice. She’s shy I guess

Now that’s the dance!

Let’s be so real Yuki is the star

Mirai!! :) Now This is a Vocaloid. It’s a cute song for her. I like the song

Wait since when can she talk

I don’t know what you’re saying…. I think it’s cute when they have them interact

I love Vocaloid. Mirai Komachi resident Vocaloid.

Rei!!! Iyowa!! Rei looks like her real robot. I love you robot. I’m reeeally into her robot choreo. It almost doesn’t look like motion capture. Her sudden drops are cool. Her wandering around the stage + expressions, this is a robot

Talking??? The mouth looks good. Her spaced out looking expression…..

Resident utau

I’m looking up this song later (song isn't in the screenshot. It's NIKOTTE)

Girl you are so funny. Her star power

She’s literally just looking around! Her quick head tilt for a pose. I love her

Realizing she has Teto’s charm

Like actually she’s so cute?? I’m really seeing the appeal

Every time they show the next silhouette… every girl here has a bob lol

Yaaay the Kotonohas

Rikka I don’t know what you’re saying

Two songs per Tokyo 6 girl is kinda wild, good for them

Chifuyu sidestepping just into frame so funny

Oh I guess because no song with the three of them ?

Yeah Chifuyu Moca combo makes sense. And now: the quietest performance you’ve ever heard. The cuts between them are cool

Day one over!

(Reading of the names cute) (Yuki got to talk!) (Love hearing Rei read them off)

Next post will be Day 2 where I absolutely lose it. Somehow, I'm only the tiniest fraction into my screenshots, the scrollbar is still at the very top of the folder, which makes me feel physical fear.

[oreo-creampies]

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞-𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mind break, cockdrunk!reader, foursome, hints of passing you around, light bondage tied in a mating press, face fucking, anal, triple penetration, degradation and praise, stuffing both holes full of cum/creampie, squirting, hints of dacryphilia, overstimulation, light begging, hints of pussy-drunk!toji

Toji grunts, "Think we finally broke our beautiful, crying slut." Holding onto the thick rope, binding you in a mating press. He rocks your body to meet Satoru’s and his perfectly timed thrusts.

Satoru croons, "Aw I miss her crying she can't cum again. It's so fucking hot." Your cunt is sore, sensitive, and sloppy squelching with your lubed up tender asshole.

Suguru tightens his grasp on your hair. Groaning as your body rocks forward to take his cock deep in your mouth. "She is still takin' us like a good, beautiful whore." His warm, fat ballsack covers your face when he is deep in your throat your face. Softly hitting your face with each thrust.

The faint taste of your cunt lingers on his cock. He’s already filled you full of cum, leaving Toji to fuck it deeper into you before adding his own into the mix.

Toji points out, "Nnng fuck! It's getting harder to think with her hot, tight pussy around my cock." Your soaking wet cunt and ass clenching both cocks fucking your holes loose.

Toji insists, "Look at her, tell me our brain-dead, well train slut can do anything else but take our cocks! Bet she can't even walk." Suguru glides his cock out of your mouth. Smirking down at you, jerking his cock off.

The slick sound of his fist sliding along his cock is hotter than it should be. "Is our beautiful slut to cock drunk to speak?" The moment you catch your breath you plea,

"Ngg nn ahh cum in mengg! Wannakeepcummmingnngg!" The thin strip of skin between your ass and cunt feels nonexistent.

Toji's massive girth stretches your cunt further than Satoru's more slender cock. Adding pressure to Satoru's cock in your ass. Helping you acutely feel Satoru's longer cock reaching deeper than Toji could.

Suguru glides his veiny, thick cock into your mouth. Pumping his hips in time with your bouncing beautiful body. He squeezes your throat; the restriction adds to the pleasure of how roughly Suguru is using your mouth.

From beneath you, Satoru groans, "Her pussy is dripping so much it's keeping her beautiful asshole so fuckin wet." Toji groans spilling thick hot cum inside you, fucking it deeper with uneven thrusts. Pushing you over the edge.

Your soaking wet cunt, and tight ass spasming as you squirt. The thick clear cum gushes onto Toji's abs, dripping onto Satoru beneath you. He stops, moaning in your ear,

"Mmm sweetheart you're such a good girl." His cum trickles into your ass." Such a good fuckin' slut, take my cum in your beautiful, squishy tight ass." You're so full, sore, and satisfied.

Suguru pulls out with a pop. "Since you've been such a beautiful good slut for us, I'll let you pick which hole I cum in."

oreo’s m.list

[ariichive]

WITH OPEN ARMS

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truly, it was never tribbie's intention to get you two to admit your feelings like this!

mydei x fem. reader 2.7k words

cw: chrysos heir fem. reader, mydei being soft, confessions, tribbie playing matchmaker, fluff :) girl dad mydei supremacy, not proofread whoops

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mydei and tribbie stared at you expectantly. tribbie's eyes full of childhood expectancy and innocence. whereas mydei's naturally looked fierce and piercing.

"we must go lady [name], we can't live with the regret of not snatching this deal!"

you were previously doing research on the skies above, trying to find out more about the nameless from above per agalea's request when suddenly tribbie and mydeimos appeared, raving about a deal a favorited reasturant around okhema currently has.

'THREE GUESTS, FREE ALL YOU CAN EAT!' said the flyer tribbie held up to your face. and of course, in very fine print in the corner of the page read, 'with the purchase of our famed wine starting at-' yeah, it was better off not reading the price for your own sanity.

"ah but tribbie, i don't really have the time to-- s-stop with the puppy eyes!" you quickly diverted your gaze to mydei, who naturally looked unbothered by the ordeal. "gods, how did she manage to rope you into this too?"

mydei crossed his arms, "there was no need for persuasion when the opportunity to taste new foods is presented." he had a pleased expression, as if already imagining the endless amount of food he could eat.

"ah, makes sense, i'm sure it takes a lot of calories to maintain all your muscle?" you felt comforted at how relaxed he seemed, it was rare to see such a display. though, his calm demeanor shifted at your words, a faint pink hue taking over. "l-lady [name], it is mandatory to maintain such a build as a kremnoan."

you couldn't help but smile at his flustered reaction, the sharp contrast to his usual confident demeanor amusing. "i see, so it’s part of the job, huh?" you teased lightly,

mydei quickly composed himself, though the pink tint didn't quite fade. "indeed, it is a cultural necessity," he said with a slight tilt of his head, his usual confident posture returning, but there was a hint of something shy in his eyes now. "the kremnoans believe that strength is not just a physical attribute but a reflection of our spirit and endurance."

you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of admiration for his pride in his culture, his heritage. "that’s... really admirable, mydei," you murmured, genuinely impressed. mydei let out a confident thank you as your attention went back to tribbie, who seemed to be giggling to herself.

"what about trianne and trinnon? that's three of you there, why bring us into it?"

tribbie's giggles stopped immediately, as if she wasn't prepared for this question. "w-well uh, we.. we needed an adult to enter! yeah, i'll bring back plenty of leftovers for trianne and trinnon." tribbie sent you an award winning smile.

you raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by tribbie's explanation. "an adult, huh?" you said, crossing your arms. "and you just happened to think of us as the 'adults' in this scenario?"

tribbie's smile wavered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, nodding enthusiastically. "yep! absolutely! you're, uh, very mature and responsible, after all." she added with a wink, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness.

you couldn't help but chuckle at her attempt. "mm, sure, we’ll go with that. but don’t think we’ve forgotten about trianne and trinnon. you'd better keep your promise."

her grin returned with your subtle agreement to accompany them. "of course! i'll make sure they get the best of it. you'll see!"

the three of you began to embark on the short walk to the infamous restaurant when suddenly, tribbie stopped. "such a beautiful day on okhema," tribbie said honestly, which you agreed with. "yeah, the air feels extra refreshing today." mydei nodded in agreement.

tribbie smiled, "i could close my eyes and let the wind guide me!" she said as she closed her eyes. mydei tsked, "if you're gonna close your eyes and walk, at least hold onto one of us."

mydei parent mode: activated.

tribble giggled, "you're very right, de. me and trianne hold trinnon's hands whenever she's feeling shy, that way she knows we're here for her!"

you smiled at her cuteness, having witnessed the three of them skipping hand in hand through okhema once.

"in fact, you and [name] should hold hands!" mydei's eyes widened at her words.

mydei's cheeks flushed, a deep pink quickly spreading across his face. "w-what?" he stammered, clearly caught off guard by tribbie’s suggestion.

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction, the sudden shift in his usual composed demeanor amusing. "hold hands, huh?" you said, teasing him lightly. "that’s an interesting idea."

tribbie, always one to push things further, grinned from ear to ear. "oh, come on, you two! it's just a little hand-holding!" she said, her excitement uncontainable.

mydei cleared his throat, his eyes darting between you and tribbie, looking more than a little uncomfortable. "i... i don’t think that’s necessary," he mumbled, though the slight awkwardness in his voice made it clear he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

you noticed the little flush in his cheeks and decided to make it a little more fun. "well, mydei, it’s not a bad idea. it could be... comforting, right?"

tribbie bounced up and down, clearly enjoying the playful tension. "exactly! see, it's just like how trianne and trinnon always hold my hands! nothing to be shy about!"

mydei sighed, clearly resigned to the playful teasing, but his gaze softened when he glanced at you. "i suppose... i could... hold your hand for a moment, if you insist."

mydei offered a polite hand to you, one you gently took. tribbie happily made her way to your other side, taking ahold of your other hand.

with your hands now occupied, you couldn’t help but smile at the unexpected warmth of the situation. tribbie hummed happily, swinging your arm gently as the three of you continued down the path toward the restaurant. mydei, though still looking a bit stiff, seemed to relax slightly, his fingers lightly brushing against yours.

"see? nothing to it," tribbie chirped, clearly pleased with herself for orchestrating this moment. she glanced up at mydei, her grin widening. "feels good, doesn’t it? to be connected like this?"

mydei glanced at the ground for a moment, his face still flushed, but after a brief pause, he gave a small nod. "i suppose it does... in a way," he admitted, his voice softening. "it’s... not so bad."

you squeezed his hand gently, offering a reassuring smile. "i’m glad to hear that," you said warmly.

tribbie giggled, looking between you both with delight. "see, i told you it would be fun! you two are the best!"

the gentle breeze rustled through the trees above, the atmosphere feeling lighter with the shared connection between the three of you. mydei’s earlier unease slowly melted away as he began to fall into the rhythm of the moment, his grip on your hand becoming a little more comfortable. you could almost feel the unspoken bond strengthening, even in the simplest of gestures.

soon enough, the restaurant came into view.

and the first thing that greeted you was well...

trianne?

"um trianne? why-"

"WELCOME esteemed guests," trianne was quick to cut you off, fixing her bowtie and faux mustache. "trianne's name is uh," she paused for a second, silently looking at tribbie as they seemed to have a quick telepathic exchange, "trixie! and trixie will be your server."

you glaced around at the completely vacant restaurant and then to mydei, who looked completely unimpressed.

you blinked, unsure whether to laugh or be concerned. the sight of trianne, dressed in a bowtie and sporting a poorly attached faux mustache, was... certainly unexpected. it was hard to take her seriously, especially with the way she was trying so hard to sound official.

"trixie, huh?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. "that’s quite a transformation. i don’t think i’ve seen a more... professional server before."

trianne—no, trixie—straightened her back, putting on her best exaggerated smile. "ah, yes, trixie at your service!" she said, adopting an overly dramatic tone that only made the situation even more ridiculous. "what can trixie get for you today, esteemed guests? something spectacular perhaps?" she added, gesturing to the empty restaurant with grand flair.

you glanced around at the vacant tables, your confusion growing. "uh, i don’t see anyone else here... are we the only customers today?"

mydei let out a long sigh, clearly unimpressed. "seems like it... but i'm not sure if this is quite what i expected from a well-known establishment," he muttered under his breath, folding his arms. "though, it is rather joyous to see them having fun like this."

you agreed with him, "might as well entertain them!"

"follow me right this way, tribbie, de, and [nickname]!" you let out a giggle and silently followed after the young girl. mydei just now letting go of your hand to pull out your chair for you, tribbie not far behind.

you cleared your throat ,"is there a menu-"

"NO! we uh, are very limited so chef trinnon's specialty will be served!"

as if on cue, the sound of loud crashing and a soft yelp was heard from the kitchen.

you blinked, your concern growing as the crash echoed through the restaurant. tribbie, looking almost too relaxed, simply leaned over and whispered, "it’s fine, they do this all the time."

mydei didn’t seem as convinced. he was already halfway to the kitchen, his face set with a mixture of concern and curiosity. you, not wanting to be left out, quickly followed behind him, tribbie trailing casually.

as you reached the kitchen entrance, you could see trinnon—covered in flour and surrounded by shattered plates. "o-oh sorry," trinnon said softly. she looked around sheepishly. distracted by the eyes on her, she forgot to turn off the stove and the boiling water began to overflow.

"oh no," trinnon said softly and was about to get up to turn off the stove but mydei was quicker. "you are all much too young to be alone in a kitchen," there was a rough edge to his voice, but it was all out of love. mydei was quick to pick up the glass shards left by the plates, he then grabbed a damp towel and began to wipe the flour off of trinnon's face.

"i… i didn't mean for this to happen," trinnon mumbled, her face flushed with embarrassment. "i just wanted to make something special for everyone…"

"you will, don’t worry," mydei said softly, his voice calming as he gently lifted trinnon's chin, wiping the last of the flour from her face. "but for now, let’s just make sure you’re okay."

you couldn’t help but watch with a warm feeling in your chest, seeing the way mydei balanced his strength with kindness. he had a way of caring that wasn’t always obvious at first, but moments like this made it clear just how much he looked out for the people around him.

tribbie, who had been standing at the doorway watching the whole scene unfold, gave a small chuckle. "oh, this is just like when mama took care of us," she said with a hint of sadness.

you and mydei shared a look of sadness for the poor trio.

trinnon, now feeling a bit more at ease, smiled shyly. "thank you, mydei… and sorry again."

"no need to apologize," mydei replied, his voice now calm and steady. "just be more careful next time, okay? you all go sit back down, i'll show you the cooking skills of a true kremnoan."

with the situation finally under control, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. "well, looks like we’re in good hands after all," you said, nudging tribbie lightly. "this meal might take a little longer, but i’m sure it'll be worth it."

tribbie grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "oh, it’ll be worth it. i mean, with de in charge, we’re basically guaranteed five-star kremnoan cuisine!" she said, giving mydei a playful salute as he turned back to the stove, his brow furrowed in concentration.

you chuckled, shaking your head. "you really do have a way of making everything more interesting, don’t you, tribbie?"

"what can i say?" she shrugged with a smile. "life’s more fun when you don’t take it too seriously!"

you and the three young girls made your way back to the table. smiling hand in hand.

sitting down, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude. there was something comforting about this strange, yet warm, situation. the way everyone was so quick to pitch in and take care of each other—it was a bond that went beyond the usual social niceties.

"so girls, care to tell me what today was for?" you question gently as the three of them chuckle nervously. "w-we see the way you and mydei look at each other," tribbie started. "trianne wanted to set you both up on a date, but we weren't sure how to go about it."

"trianne found a romance book in castorice's bag, it was so slay, slay! we had to follow it!" trianne said with a big smile on her face.

"it seemed like a good idea in the moment," trinnon said softly.

you smiled at the three of them, at such a heart warming moment. "thank you for the attempt, but... i-is my crush on mydei really that noticeable?" you hid your face in your hands, not noticing how the footsteps behind you seemed to halt or the sound of the three girls giving each other high-fives.

trianne let out a mischievous giggle, "we'll let the two of you talk it out!"

mydei looked at the door for a second, his expression unreadable, then finally turned his gaze back to you. "so... seems like things are... out in the open now," he said softly, his voice surprisingly calm.

you finally peeked out from behind your hands, only to find him looking at you with the faintest hint of a smile. "i guess so," you mumbled, still feeling the heat of embarrassment.

mydei’s smile softened, and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes held a certain warmth—almost as if he were relieved, too. "well, i suppose it was only a matter of time before they figured it out," he said, his voice quiet but sincere, "i do not think i was the best at hiding my feelings either." he admitted while avoiding eye contact.

"w-wait does that mean you really-" the amount of surprise in your voice caught mydei by surprise as he let out a small laugh. "how could i not be enamored by your beauty and strength? after fighting alongside someone as worthy as you, it was only a matter of time before i fell hard."

your heart skipped a beat as his words settled in, the weight of his confession sinking in. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and your mind raced to process it all. mydei—mydei—had been feeling the same way? your face flushed, and you struggled to find your voice.

"i… i didn’t know," you stammered, still processing his words. "i thought—i mean, i didn’t want to assume anything. you’ve always been so... calm and composed around me."

mydei finally met your gaze, and there was something vulnerable in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. he looked almost unsure for a moment, as if searching for the right words. "i was careful not to let my feelings cloud my judgment," he explained, his voice softening. "but after everything we've been through together... it became harder to deny what was growing inside me." he paused, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "you... are extraordinary. your strength, your courage, your heart—i couldn't help but be drawn to you."

"now then, please enjoy the meal i made for the all of us."

your heart raced, but in that moment, everything felt right. "yes," you said softly, your words steady and sure. "i’d like that."

bonus:

earlier that day

"de, could you accompany [nickname] and us-"

"yes."

tribbie scratched the back of her head, "it was that easy to convince you?"

"why would i need any convincing when [name] is involved?" mydei said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"wow, he's got it bad. we probably didn't need to break into that reasturant..."

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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[bluzebub19]

I have a request for how the Arcane characters (Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Heimerdinger, Ekko) look so that the reader can access their cuteness. Maybe they are doing or saying something to the reader and the reader suddenly starts hugging and petting them, calling them cute. How would they react to this?

Note: So... I'm the only one who thinks Heimerdinger is really cute. Why aren't there fanfics with him? Mysteries of life..

Arcane characters being called cute by their s/o while they're working

Writer's note: Thanks for requesting! It took longer than I expected because I kept deleting some of the dialogue from how cheesy and cringe it sounded lmao. Heimerdinger is not on my list of characters I write for, but I figured I'll write him this one time. I hope you don't mind that I also added Mylo, cuz why not?

Request/s: Open!

Warning/s: Get a dentist. This is some tooth-rotting fluff. Not proofread and english isn't my native language.

Character/s: Viktor, Jayce, Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Heimerdinger and Mylo

● Viktor tends to get lost in his work, mumbling equations or sketching out blueprints for his projects. You find this incredibly endearing, but not when he gets so absorbed that he forgets to eat or sleep.

● If you suddenly hug him or call him cute, he’ll freeze in shock at first. He blinks up at you as if you just said something in a language he doesn’t understand. Then, his cheeks will flush a light pink, and he’ll chuckles softly. “Cute is... not a term I hear often. But thank you."

● Over time, he grows more comfortable and secretly enjoys the affection. He may even lean into it, but he’ll never outright admit it. Instead, he might deflect with a shy smile and, “You should focus on more important matters."

● Yeah no, that's a sign for you to keep doing it.

● Jayce is the golden boy—confident, charming, and ridiculously handsome. He likes to appear professional and put-together, but you know him well enough to see through that exterior to the dorky, hardworking man beneath.

● When you hug him out of nowhere while he cooks and call him cute, he blinks for a second but chuckles as he turns to look at you. “Cute? Babe, I’m going for ruggedly handsome and sweet here. But I'll take it."

● Still, he's flattered and loves the affection you give him. And unlike Viktor, he's not afraid or shy to show you he wants more of it. He might pull you closer and say, "You're one to talk." He's a romantic and albeit cheesy guy.

● Now, you probably might be thinking about why and how is he cooking, but that's for another headcanon! (I just realized how I'm not even sure whose side am I on. Can he cook?? Cuz I feel like he can. But I also see him burning food-)

● Jinx, as we all know, is pure chaos, always working on something explosive or messing around. She has a habit of humming and singing off-key to herself while she works, which makes you think she’s oddly cute in her own... quirky way. To be honest, it’s hard not to find her enthusiasm contagious, even if it’s a little dangerous.

● One day, you catch her doing exactly that while painting her trademark designs on one of her grenades. The sight just makes you smile as you walk up and wrap your arms around her, telling her, “You’re so cute when you’re focused like this,” or something of the sort.

● She’ll throw her hands up and turn to look at you, trying to play off your compliment as a joke. “Woah, you might be crazier than me!" She grins and laughs softly, before making her voice sound more gruff, "Ya buttering up the author nightmares with your mooshy stuff!”

● But after her initial over-the-top reaction, she’ll soften. “Fine, soak it all in.” She shrugs and continues working. But deep down, she really loves the affection and she's getting more and more attached to you. You're giving her the kind of love that she thinks she never deserved in her life, so she really appreciates these little things you do. She might even snuggle up to you later, claiming it’s to “soak in all this ‘cute’ energy.”

● Oh, by the way, she'll make this happen a lot more often. By how, you ask? Well, by doing the same thing to you, of course! It becomes a little challenge betweem the two of you who calls the other one cute first and catching them off guard with it.

● Vi is all tough love and sass, but there’s a soft side she shows only to the people she really cares about. You notice this when she’s being protective or just in those peaceful moments when you're both alone together.

● If you call her cute, she’ll raise an eyebrow and smirk. “Cute? Babe, I think you’ve got the wrong person.”

● Later, she’ll definitely tease you about it, saying something like, “So, how’s it feel dating the cutest person in Zaun?” or "Am I still cute?" with a playful grin. She'll be teasing you and making you smile with that while she's half naked and flexing her biceps (she knows you love them), or when she just got done with a fight and is still holding her gauntlets.

● She loves it, don't let that teasing fool you.

● Heimerdinger is an adorable bundle of wisdom and fluff. You often catch him rambling about science with such enthusiasm that you can’t help but smile. Look at him! He's just adorable!

● One day, as he’s showing you a tiny contraption he just finished, you can’t help but reach out and pet his fluffy head, saying, “You’re the most cutest genius ever.”

● Heimerdinger chuckles, his mustache twitching with amusement. “Ah, well, I suppose I do have a certain charm about me, don’t I?”

● He pretends to be unaffected, but you notice the way his tail swishes slightly when you hug him. “I must say, your affection is quite... energizing! Perhaps I should study its effects further.”

● From then on, he might start subtly seeking out your affection—like casually leaning into your hand when you pet him or “accidentally” bumping into you while working.

● Ekko is talking to you about his plans for the Firelights while sketching upgrades for their hoverboards.

● You were quietly admiring him, the way his eyes light up and the focused furrow of his brows, when you suddenly blurt out, “You’re so cute when you’re focused.”

● He freezes for a second, then looks at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Cute? Me?” He grins, a soft laugh escaping. “You sure you’re not talking about yourself there?”

● He rubs the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant, but the smile gives him away.

● “You’re not getting away with saying that,” he teases, leaning in to nudge you lightly with his shoulder. He goes back to doing his work before playfully adding, “But if you keep looking at me like that, I might just start believing it.”

● It's these little things that matters. These moments, even if simple, it gives him hope and motivation to make the world a better place. The way his eyes soften when you look at him in that moment, and how he lets his guard down just enough to show you he cares — it’s clear that, while he teases, he loves the attention, and he loves you even more for it.

● Dude's got lines fr fr

● Mylo has always been the type of guy who had a sarcastic, sassy remark ready. We all know that from how he treated Powder.

● When you suddenly hug him and call him cute, he freezes for a second, unsure of how to react. “Cute? Me?” He scoffs, trying to play it cool, but it's very obvious he's a bit flustered by it. “Out of all the compliments you could’ve picked, you went with cute? I’m more like... cool, and handsome.” He throws a dramatic, exaggerated pose, trying to hide his nervousness.

● Despite his teasing, there's a small, pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He tries to act nonchalant, but the way he keeps glancing at you shows how much he’s secretly enjoying it.

● “Seriously, though. I’m cool, alright?” he continues, trying to regain his confidence. “I don’t do cute. But, uh... thanks. I guess.” He says softly as he shrugs, clearing his throat.

● Later on, when no one’s watching, you might catch him glancing at you from the corner of his eye, a small smile on his face, clearly still flattered.

Can you guys guess which is my favorite based on how long their headcanons are

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Whipped

Summary: Yoon Jeonghan gets teased by the rest of seventeen for being whipped for his girl.

Warnings: none! Just Fluff.

Word Count: 773

I couldn't wait to post so here is another Yoon Jeonghan fic. Hope you guys enjoy this! and if you have any requests for any other members/people/characters feel free to request/ask me anything and I'll see what I can do! Happy reading! :)

Yoon Jeonghan of Seventeen wasn’t usually the type to wear his heart on his sleeve—at least, not when it came to romance. He was clever, always a step ahead, and had a teasing streak as wide as the Han River. But since he started dating you six months ago, Jeonghan’s members had noticed a... shift.

And they were having the time of their lives teasing him about it.

It started during a lazy afternoon at the dorm. The group had finished their schedules for the day, and the members were sprawled across the living room, half-watching a drama on TV. Jeonghan, who usually dominated conversations with his witty comebacks, was unusually quiet. His phone was in his hand, and he was smiling at the screen in a way that made the others take notice.

"Oh, would you look at that," Seungkwan said, his voice laced with mock surprise. "Our Hannie hyung is smiling. At his phone. Again."

Minghao leaned over from the couch, trying to catch a glimpse of Jeonghan's screen. "Is it her?"

Jeonghan’s smile disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced with an annoyed pout. He locked his phone and turned it face down on the table. "Mind your own business, Minghao."

But the damage was done. The members perked up, sensing an opportunity to torment their usually unflappable hyung.

"Oh, it’s definitely her," Joshua chimed in, grinning. "Jeonghan only smiles like that when it’s about her."

"What did she say?" Woozi asked, though the slight upward tilt of his lips gave away that he was more amused than genuinely curious.

"Nothing," Jeonghan mumbled, slumping into the couch like he could disappear into the cushions.

"Nothing?" Vernon repeated, his eyebrows shooting up. "You were practically giggling."

"I don’t giggle," Jeonghan shot back, but the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him.

"Sure, sure," Seungkwan said, waving him off. "Hyung, we all know you’re whipped. Just admit it."

"I am not whipped," Jeonghan insisted, but his voice lacked its usual conviction.

"You absolutely are," Mingyu said, chuckling. "Remember last week when you asked the manager if you could get off early so you could take her to that café she likes?"

"That’s called being a good boyfriend," Jeonghan retorted, sitting up straighter. "Maybe you should take notes, Mingyu."

"A good boyfriend who’s whipped," Dino added, earning a high-five from Seungkwan.

Jeonghan groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I regret introducing you all to her."

That wasn’t true, and they all knew it. From the moment you and Jeonghan had made your relationship official, the members had been nothing but supportive. They’d even gone so far as to declare you "the perfect match" for their mischievous angel, as you somehow managed to keep up with Jeonghan’s antics while also bringing out his softer side. But their enthusiasm also meant they saw every little way Jeonghan’s walls had come down, and they weren’t going to let him live it down.

"You’re so good for him," Seungkwan had told you during a group dinner a month ago, while Jeonghan had gone to get drinks. "It’s like you’re his kryptonite. He’s so soft for you."

Now, as Jeonghan endured their teasing, he couldn’t help but think of you and the way you’d probably laugh if you saw this. You’d tell him he deserved it, and honestly, he’d have to agree.

"Alright, that’s enough," Jeonghan said, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Yes, I’m dating someone amazing. Yes, I like doing nice things for her. Can we move on now?"

"Not yet," Seungkwan said, leaning forward with a sly grin. "Hyung, did you text her goodnight last night?"

"Of course I did," Jeonghan replied, without thinking.

"Aha!" Seungkwan pointed dramatically. "See? Whipped!"

The room erupted in laughter, and even Jeonghan couldn’t help but chuckle. He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips despite himself.

"You’re all children," he muttered, but his tone was fond.

Later that evening, when the teasing had finally died down and the members had dispersed, Jeonghan found himself back on the couch, phone in hand. He opened your chat and started typing.

Jeonghan: Remind me why I put up with them again?

Your reply came almost instantly.

YN: Because they love you. And they’re right, you are kinda whipped.

Jeonghan groaned, but he couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. He typed back quickly.

Jeonghan: You’re lucky I love you.

YN: I know. ;)

Jeonghan set his phone down, leaning back against the couch, he closed his eyes with a content smile. If his members wanted to play, they’d better be ready for Jeonghan to play back

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Heated Argument - Megaman X2 comic -

finally finished this fan comic project! thank you so much to my friend Dr. Zane "Z" Powers for helping me with the dialogue and grammar!

Some personal comments and insights about this comic down the line if you are interested!

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aaaaaaaaaaaahhh... this took quite a long time, I guess not as long as Brotherhood Twists but you can see the difference in the first page with the second lol.

in fact I had done like various previous versions of the second page, you can see here how I was kinda improvising still and also still using some smaller panels, which later I thought it was much better to use big panels for more cool scenes like on Stag's powers by example

before i also had thought of including Pi; the pink navigator, more into the story but I thought maybe would be a little bothersome that she interrupts the fight with her dialogue too often and also may be redundant of her to comment on what's happening.

at one point I decided to make a storyboard and basically I went from there, which still made things a little difficult with the dialogue because I didn't full define that before as usual 😅 but I got some help from my friend and I think it turned out really cool!

it's also a little bit difficult to build on a story that has no prior buildup like I think a story like this should have had, I would have LOVED to build up something from before XD

there are other things I want to focus now but I'd still like to make more fan comics maybe smaller ones and let some headcanons out someday lol

Things that I learned with this, is that next time I make a fan comic like this, I'll reduce the quality in art a bit, maybe less shading and less clean line art would be good to save some time because as much as I like going ham on projects like this, it was still kinda tiring lol it really helps to have a color guide though! I made one reference sheet for myself here and I still really like it

the shading isn't present and still looks good, so that's something I'll keep in mind if I do another one in the future oh also ink shading was so helpful! saved a lot of coloring time lol and I added a few little cameos in the end, added Mac from Megaman X3, 2 concept navigators; one from X1 (the blonde one that was a scrapped concept for navigator) and one from Maverick Hunter X, and I made Signas one of the reploids that appear in the day of Sigma, he isn't the commander yet but he's there helping too!

that's all for now! thank you for reading if you did! 😊✨

[hasnomoxxie]

Could you tell us more about Dan from Levity Rises?

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME AB LEVITY RISES

I recently updated the designs for them so I'll talk ab them all if you don't mind :]c

I'll add the most information on Dan though just for you bbg!

I do plan on making a few screenshot redraws (and potentially an intro animatic because an awesome person actually made a theme for this au)

THE MYSTERY TWINS ⇆ THE ORIGINAL MYSTERY TWINS

Stanley and Stanford Pines take on the roles of Dipper and Mabel! Stan's curious and is the more mystery focussed one whereas Ford is more energetic and active than his base counterpart.

Stanley is an adventurous young boy, looking for the next interesting trip to go on, initially thinking spending the summer at Levity Rises was going to be a waste of time. Though after arriving and finding the scrapbooks alongside the anomalies happening across Levity, he and his brother quickly became obsessed with finding out the secrets of the Rises, as well as who the mysterious Smile Pup(swapped with bill cypher) is.

Ford (often going by 'Six' or 'Sixer) is a happy go lucky and optimistic young child who is alot tougher than his base counterpart was at his age. Since it's typically only just been him and his brother, so he's eager to make the best of his summer by meeting new people, though he hides his polydactyly with gloves he changes frequently.

DIPPER ⇆ STANLEY

Dipper takes the role of Grunkle Stan in this au!

Owner of the mystery shack, Grunkle Mason- or (Big) Dipper to people around Levity Rises- is the resident faux scientist of the town. His personality is more eccentric, tending to get hyper fixated on paranormal paraphernalia, to the point in where he does lock himself away for periods at a time.

Not much is known about his origins, he just kind of always existed on the outsidea of the town, but after opening the shack to the public, people quickly accepted his presence due to his quirky personality.

MANLY DAN ⇆ SOOS

Dan actually takes the role of Soos in this au, being the resident handyman of the mystery shack! Though often the lines blur between his role and Wendy's from the original. Wanted to keep it flexible yk?

Dan's a real dude's bro, pretty dim witted and blunt but often chill and level headed- Unless he's challenged- dude's competitive as hell, it's actually crazy. His mother, dubbed 'womanly wendy', is the toughest lady in town, owning a diner, aptly named 'Wendy's'.

Dan enjoys working at the Shack as it's one of the few places that'll let him freely experiment with his logging with the nearby trees for his own projects and adding fixtures onto the shack, which Dipper is pretty thankful for since he can focus his efforts on other things. It's also because of this reason that Dipper puts up with Dan's outbursts and semi airheaded personality. So it's safe to say, he's there the majority of the time.

Stan admires Danny alot and the events of 'Into the bunker' happens with Dan in place of Wendy. This does mean Stan had a passing crush on Danny during the episode, but even afterwards Stan kind of puts him on a pedestal. Ford enjoys Dan's company often being called 'little man' and playfighting on occasion. The twins act like his little hype men and he enjoys hanging with them.

As for Soos in this au, he initially built the mystery shack and is frequently seen around Levity Rises taking on odd jobs and making people as happy as they can be, though it's implied that he hasn't found his true calling yet.

LAZY SUZAN ⇆ WENDY

Lazy Suzan takes the role of Wendy in this au! Hazy Jane is a part time worker at the mystery shack, and is stan's first crush upon arrival to the Rises. She's a bit of an odd soul with a less than perfect memory, but is incredible at making a homely environment for the shack. Despite that, she can be extremely co-dependent in some situations, especially with her boyfriend. Otherwise she's earnest and does her best at her job. The events of 'Soos and the real girl' occur with Jane instead of Soos (and Rumble instead of GIFanny). Despite wanting to help, Stan is incredibly pouty throughout the episode.

Here's the design line up as well as initial notes I made when redoing them!

Hope this answered your question about Dan :]

RAUGH THANKS SO MUCH FOR ASKING THOUGHHHHHH

(EDIT)

SOMEONE SUGGESTED A BETTER SWAP FOR BILL, I JUST HAD TO ADD IT!

(EDIT EDIT)

I'm fixing wording and stuff so it's easier to read soz :p

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My friend told me this story about her going golfing with her fiancé and she was like omg he is so attractive the whole time so i assume that what reader feels like all the time being with Aaron lol

a little off course

OMG i'm continuing with the golfing concept because YES cw; fem!reader, established relationship, playfulness and suggestive content <3

"Next time you go golfing with Dave," As Aaron was lounging on the couch, your arms had wrapped around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Can I tag along? Please?"

A double take was necessary when you asked, the request far out of your character. You've never expressed interest in golf before, and he was exceedingly surprised. Maybe it was just another way for the two of you to spend time together. Maybe you thought it would be more exciting than it actually was. You were on some kind of agenda.

Regardless, the next free sunny Saturday, you were sat in the golf cart as he and Dave made their way through the course.

But, that's all you did. You had no clear intentions of playing; you plainly sat in observance, and Aaron felt your eyes following his every move. It was almost intimidating; he wanted to do well for you.

Little did he know that while he feared you were bored, you were thoroughly entertained; present for your own indulgences.

"Sweetheart." His eyes were squinting from the sun, Dave teeing off behind him. "Are you sure you want to be here?"

You offered him a smile, and he took a second to admire how cute you looked in your sun visor, casting a shadow across the bridge of your nose. "I'm absolutely sure."

"Since when are you into golf?"

"I'm very," You paused mid-sentence, watching him (or rather, his hands) as he fixed his glove, adjusting and retightening the hold it held. "Into golf."

Only, Aaron playing golf was what you were interested in.

He and Dave played a few weekends ago, and when Aaron returned home, you found yourself regretfully wishing you accompanied them. Just when you thought he couldn't possibly be more attractive; a new genre of Aaron was unlocked and never to be concealed again.

Crisp and clean in proper golf attire - fresh khakis, a polo shirt, a newly produced, light tan gracing his skin. And now being present, the way his broad back stretched and forearms flexed as he lined up for a shot, his chest heaving in a deep exhale after hitting. Could there be a better sight?

His eyebrows crinkled adorably. "But you're just staring at me?"

"Exactly."

"Oh, I see." Aaron's lips pulled into a combination of a smile and a smirk - he should've known. His hand was resting on the cart's overhead as he looked down at you. His voice remained low, to prevent Dave from overhearing. "You're just here to undress me with your eyes, aren't you?"

"Yes and no." You defended, failing miserably at keeping your caught smile at bay. "I'm here because I love you. The undressing is an added perk."

His furrowed brows relaxed in amusement. "Is it?"

"I'll jump at any opportunity to spend time with you. It's a beautiful day, you're within arm's reach." You reached out, giving his arm an affectionate squeeze. "And I get to swoon over you being sweaty and strong in the meantime. Besides, I'm also here to ward off any club members who think they may have a shot at you. You're on full display out here for anyone to see."

"Aren't you sweet." A breathless laugh escaped him - as if anyone had a chance when he had you. Aaron leaned down to kiss you gently, craning his neck slightly due to the obstruction of your hat. "Thank you, darling."

You grinned, crossing a leg over the other.

His stare hidden behind his sunglasses, Aaron's eyes involuntarily fell to your legs, seeing that your slightly-too-short skirt had slid up and exposed most of your thigh. Maybe you had a point.

"Do you want to give it a try?" He asked as Dave finished his shot, returning to the parked cart himself.

"Really?"

"Sure, I'll teach you." Aaron took your hand, helping you step off the golf cart before grabbing his driver from his bag.

He guided you to stand in front of him; his biceps were at your shoulders, his arms firmly around you and allowing little to no room for movement.

Caged in, you felt a flutter in more places than one, the weight of his chest against your back intimately familiar. Muscle memory.

A blush filled your cheeks. Not from the heat of the afternoon, but at the rate this innocent lesson (you were beginning to infer, this hadn't been innocent to begin with) had heightened. There was no way you'd successfully hit this ball now, even with Aaron's direction - being highly distracted.

"Hands here," he instructed with quiet command, moving your hands along the grip to the correct positioning. His lips were touching the shell of your ear. "Square your shoulders for me."

"Like this?" Only, you pushed your ass directly into his crotch. Aaron's hold on your wrists immediately tightened.

He barely managed a hum in confirmation, swallowing hard. "Just like that."

"Okay you two," Dave lectured from afar, a mix between amusement and slight disgust visible on his face. "Keep it PG on the green, please."