#it's just lines that crack me up but they are also my favorites cause they give me insane amounts of joy)

[all-the-gae-things]

30-Day Tatort Saarbrücken Challenge: ↳ Day 6: Favorite Lines

(das Erste ist auch einfach beste line delivery, I will always be grateful for that line delivery)

[00valentina-writes00]

Posting somthing that isn’t sevika???? Unheard of

Anyways-

VI DATING HEADCANONS + a Cute Drabble

Vi is naturally protective of her girl. Whether you’re in Piltover or Zaun, she insists on walking you home, her arm wrapped securely around your waist. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, she’ll shoot them a death glare—or worse.

Vi is incredibly touchy. She loves holding your hand, resting her chin on your shoulder, or pulling you into a hug from behind. Her love language is physical touch, and she craves that connection constantly.

Vi shows her love through actions. She’ll fix things around your place, bring you your favorite snack, or leave her jacket draped over your shoulders when you’re cold.

Vi loves simple dates—grabbing greasy food from street vendors, exploring Zaun’s markets, or sparring with you just for fun. But she’ll also surprise you with occasional grand gestures, like taking you to a rooftop to watch the city lights.

Vi tries to play it cool, but she’s easily jealous. If someone flirts with you, she’ll wrap an arm around your waist and kiss your temple, making it crystal clear you’re hers

She doesn’t care much about social norms or what others think. If someone makes a snide comment about you, she won’t hesitate to step in, fists clenched and ready to defend you

While she loves teasing, Vi has a soft spot for calling you endearing names when it’s just the two of you—“baby,” “love,” or even a unique nickname tied to an inside joke. She tries out the weirdest nicknames for you too, ranging from “Snuggle Punch” to “Hot Pocket.” The worst part? She says them with complete sincerity. You had to veto “Big Toe”

Vi has exactly three cooking settings: “burnt,” “raw,” and “how is the fire alarm not going off yet?” Every date night she insists she’ll “nail it this time,” and every date night ends with takeout and her swearing vengeance on your oven.

She constantly tries to convince you that chips and energy drinks are a balanced meal. If you so much as suggest eating a vegetable, she’ll dramatically gag and say, “I didn’t survive the Lanes to die of kale poisoning, babe.”

Vi sucks at being low-key when she’s plotting a surprise for you. She’ll come back from shopping with a giant bag, shove it behind her back, and loudly declare, “You didn’t see anything! Nope, definitely not a gift for you in here!”

If you work out together, Vi’s that girlfriend who slaps your back and yells, “ONE MORE REP, BABE!” like she’s training you for the Zaunite Olympics. But the second you spot her doing squats, she’s flexing and asking if you’re checking her out.

She has zero chill when someone flirts with you. She’ll immediately put on her gauntlets (if she has them nearby) or crack her knuckles and stare the poor soul down while saying, “What part of ‘taken’ did you miss, buddy?”

Vi has horrendous taste in movies and insists on watching the cheesiest action flicks with you. She’ll quote every single bad one-liner like it’s gospel and randomly yell, “EXPLOSIONS!” during quiet scenes.

Vi is the queen of spontaneous dumb ideas. “Babe, let’s wrestle.” “Babe, I think we should dye your hair pink.” “Babe, dare me to jump over that fence.” (Spoiler: she’ll do it whether or not you dare her.)

Vi texts like she’s trying to solve a riddle, constantly sending random emojis that make no sense. “🏴‍☠️🥊🔥🦖” somehow translates to, “I’m at the gym, love you, want pizza later?”

Vi snores. Loudly. And if you try to wake her up, she’ll grumble something like, “Shut up, babe. I’m fighting shimmer thugs in my dream.” She also steals all the blankets and leaves you clinging to the corner of the bed like it’s a survival raft.

If she gets the tiniest injury, she’ll act like she’s on her deathbed. “Babe, I think my pinky’s broken. You might need to kiss it better. No, wait, kiss my whole hand. Actually, better make it both hands—just in case.” (Only for you though.)

Vi loves hitting you with the dumbest pickup lines imaginable. “Are you shimmer? ‘Cause you’ve got me addicted, babe.” She’ll then smirk like she’s the smoothest person alive.

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You sat at a table in the corner of The Last Drop, sipping on your drink while Vi sulked dramatically next to you. She had her chin propped on her hand, eyes darting to a group across the room. You followed her gaze to a couple of young women laughing and glancing in your direction.

“Vi, they’re not even looking at me anymore,” you whispered, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, they were looking, alright,” Vi grumbled, narrowing her eyes. “I saw it. That one in the green? She was trying to undress you with her eyes. And not even subtly.”

You rolled your eyes. “They were probably just curious about your big, scary gauntlets. Or the fact that you stomped in here like you own the place.”

“I do own the place when I’m with you,” she said, dead serious. Then she grabbed your hand and laced her fingers through yours. “Look. If anyone tries anything, I’ll break their noses. Just blink twice if I need to go over there.”

“Vi,” you said, squeezing her hand, “no one’s coming over here. And if they do, I can handle myself.”

She glanced at you, clearly skeptical. “Babe, I love you, but you once tripped over your own feet walking to the kitchen.”

You burst out laughing, making her smirk.

“Oh, you think I’m funny?” she teased, leaning closer until her face was inches from yours. “What’s funny is the fact that you can’t stop thinking about me.”

“Oh yeah?” you said, leaning back with a grin. “You’re so cocky. What would you do if I wasn’t thinking about you?”

Vi’s expression turned mock-serious. “I’d probably throw myself into the Hexgate,” she deadpanned. “Start a new life on the other side of the world.”

You snorted. “And then what? Punch your way back to zaun?”

“Damn right,” she said, sitting up straight and puffing out her chest. “No one gets to steal my girl’s attention. Not even a Hexgate.”

Despite her ridiculous antics, her thumb gently traced circles over your hand, grounding you in the little moment you shared. You leaned into her side, your laughter dying into a soft smile.

“You’re an idiot,” you murmured.

“And you’re stuck with me,” she shot back, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

Yeah, you were stuck with her. But with Vi, life was never boring—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[bunni-v1]

hi! congratulations on 500 followers! could you make the full nsfw alphabet list with Idia please? (sorry for the bad English)

🍓I POSTED!!! I've had this sitting in the drafts for a week and I finally decided to post it (YAY!!!). I've also got Jade's qued up for later today, and I'll be working on Azul and Floyds in my free time (when I get free time that is). Sorry I took so long to post, life has been tough on me and I just didn't have the tools to deal with it. I'll be back and posting irregularly until December when I can actually take time and write again.

Idia NSFW Alphabet!

A = Aftercare: Idia Shroud is the WORST at aftercare, and I say this with so much love and kindness to the walking punching bag that calls himself a man. Genuinely though, sex overstimulates him so badly, so he cannot handle anything after the fact. He’s the kind to roll over off you (more like slide you off him) and fall asleep immediately. Of course, he mumbles out something about it feeling good and all that stuff, but 9 times out of 10 he’s out like a light.

B = Body part: He is a thigh man. He doesn’t care if it's thick and meaty, he just wants to rest his head on it. Maybe give it a nibble, if you’d let him of course (consent is key, even for a dirty Otaku like him). For him… he doesn’t like most things about himself, but if you seem to like something about him a lot, he grows to like it too. So if you like his hair, it’s probably his hair, if you like his lips or teeth it’s them. (What can I say, he’s weak for you).

C = Cum: SALTYYYYY! He doesn’t take care of himself what did you expect. It’s unpleasant to taste, and there’s A LOT of it to taste. It’s a pretty thick consistency and really sticky, fun to play with and watch dribble down your stomach and face. 

D = Dirty secret: He wants you to peg him. I wouldn’t say that’s much of a secret, but he thinks it is. 

E = Experience: NONE. Zip, zero, zilch. I make fun of Malleus for being a Virgin, but IDIA IS A VIRGIN. He’ll blush to hold your hand, it’s that bad. However, he does watch a LOT of Porn (Hentai specifically), so he has… an idea of what to do. He’s really nervous first time around, but once he gets comfortable with you he’s pretty good, just a little unrealistic in his expectations sometimes.

F = Favorite position: Doggy! Especially if you’re wearing cute little puppy or kitty ears! He likes watching the way your back arches, and he’s a big fan of pulling your hair or squeezing your hips. Other than that, he loves face-sitting. Surrounded by your thighs, oh that’s a good death for Idia Shroud.

G = Goofy: Initially, he is entirely on accident. He wants to be serious and cool about it, but he’s like a blushing schoolgirl and making a million mistakes. His line delivery is so… cringe and embarrassing you can’t help but laugh. It humiliates him, but eventually, he learns to just embrace it, and he becomes pretty goofy. He loves cracking jokes just to see you smile, cause the one thing he loves more than your thighs has to be your pretty little smile.

H = Hair: I know it’s blue flames too, I just know it. That shit is not tamed either. Like he trims, but honestly it’s hard to control something that's constantly shifting and changing. And, before you ask, yes it does flare up with his emotions like his hair does too. 

I = Intimacy: Depends… Idia isn’t someone I would ever describe as romantic, but he is a sweetie. He likes it hard and rough so it’s hard to say it’s very romantic, but he does like you close and he loves looking at you. You catch him smiling down at you like you’re some kind of goddess sometimes. You won’t catch him saying cheesy lines like how much he loves you or how pretty you are (cause it will actually kill him if he does).

J = Jack off: Mastrubating champ of NRC. He’s alone in his room 90% of the time with unlimited access to the internet and is also an Otaku. Sorry if you disagree, but you’re wrong. I know he gets off at least once a day, more if he has the time. 

K = Kink: Another biter, he just loves marking you up and sending you off with a pretty bruise for everyone to see. He’s a sadomasochist too, depending on whose topping. He wants you to push him around and hit him, make him feel helpless, it’s his favorite thing. Also into pet play, cosplay, roleplaying, and… any kind of play honestly. The weirder the better for him.

L = Location: His room and his room alone. Maybe yours, but he does not trust anyone in your dorm to respect your privacy. Besides, if he’s in his room he knows where everything is, and he can ensure no one will be getting in and seeing you that way.

M = Motivation: Most things, honestly. Be nice to him? He’s hard. Be mean to him? He’s hard. Beat him in his favorite game and act all smug (he let you win)? He’s hard. Lose and pout about it? He’s hard. He’s a sensitive guy, okay, and he thinks everything you do is super hot. Not his fault.

N = No: Share or let someone watch. Absolute nos from him. The idea of sharing you with someone and you like them more? Hah, he’d kill himself. He’s also not a fan of anyone seeing either of you in such a compromising position. He’s too nervous and possessive to let that out of the privacy of his room. Also, this might be controversial, but I can’t see him being into any kind of sibling shit. Too weird for him, he’d never want to think of his precious little brother like that, so why would he want to think of you like that?

O = Oral: He prefers receiving because watching the way you tease him with your sultry gaze as he sinks impossibly further down your throat is… heavenly. Though he isn’t bad at giving either. His tongue is long and boy can that thing move, it can reach places you didn’t even know were possible. Plus his teeth nipping at your most sensitive areas? Praise the seven, that’s good shit.

P = Pace: Fast and rough. He likes to just go at it, and he doesn’t like to stop for anything. Prepare to be pounded into next week with no stops!

Q = Quickie: He likes them, and they’re pretty common, but they’re not his favorite. When he has sex, he likes going for more than one round, and the whole point of quickies is that they’re quick so he doesn’t prefer them.

R = Risk: Yeah, he’s game to try some more risky things, but he’ll back out so fast if he’s uncomfortable for even a second. There are some things he wouldn’t consider, like bringing it out of his room. He’s a big fan of risky texts though. Like, a video of you fucking yourself in the bathroom while he’s in a meeting with the other housewardens? No one’s gonna know if he takes care of himself quickly. 

S = Stamina: He goes for multiple fast and quick rounds. He can usually do about four of them before he’s done for the night, but he’s willing to keep going if he doesn’t satisfy your needs along with his (sometimes).

T = Toys: He has a collection, actually, of really wild shit. Tentacles, ‘alien’ dicks, and even the infamous horse cock. He likes to put a bullet in you and control it from his room, watching you struggle to talk to your friends on the cameras he’s definitely allowed to have access to. 

U = Unfair: He likes to tease, but he forgets to sometimes lol. He gets so caught up in his own pleasure that, occasionally, he’ll just forget he wanted to tease you and make you all sensitive and whiny. He also likes to be teased, so please feel free to torture him when you’re topping <3

V = Volume: He tries very hard to be quiet, but bless his soul he is not. He’s so whiny and whimpery and pathetic, it’s very cute. He wants you to make as much noise as possible so that he can hide his shame, but he’ll still cry into your ear since he can’t contain himself.

W = Wild card: He sometimes prints out the pictures you send to him (with permission) and keeps them in his desk. There’s no real reason why, because he has all of them digitally, but something about having physical pictures is more thrilling to him.

X = X-ray: Hehehe, oh Idia. It is long and it is thick, bless his dad’s genetics. I’m talking like almost seven inches big, like… he’s big. It’s veiny, with one really prominent one on the top that runs from the base to just below his tip. Which, by the way, is blue like his lips. 

Y = Yearning: High, if that wasn’t made obvious before. He craves sex a lot, and it only seems to get worse after he gets with you. You’re just so pretty and perfect he can’t help it <3Z = Zzz: I said it at the start, but it’s near immediate. He gets tired easily after all that physical exertion, he just wants to nap and cuddle, you can clean up in the morning. Let him hold you :(

[staybabblingbaby]

Soulmate Garden AU Ch.1 (Dahlia) a2 d5

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Growing up, you knew Soulmates weren't all that they cracked up to be. So when, on your 18th birthday, your skin is painted with a garden of flower buds, you resolve to hide it from everyone. Who had ever heard of someone with 8 soulmates, anyway?

Or; Reader has 8 soulmates and no issue avoiding all of them. It's up to SKZ to show her that while every soulbond might not be made of fairy tales, theirs certainly could be.

Word Count: 5,368

Notes: My friend Tiny said this was very Wattpad era of me, so I'm so sorry that I'm cringe, guys. She also said she loved it and I am also p satisfied w it, so. Celebrations! It's also fucking long for me, like damn. Chill. I do have some disclaimers abt this tho. 1) I have never been to a k-pop concert, I am doing my best working off of what videos, vlogs, blogs, and Quora and Reddit answers for this. I'm very sorry if it's horribly inaccurate. Also it's idealized so it'd gonna be inaccurate 2) Covid never happened in this universe! Send-offs for everyone!

Dividers by @saradika

Warnings: She/Her Reader, sort of dissociating? ish?

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

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“Yes, Ma, I promise I’m doing just fine,” You grunt into your phone, tucking the device between your cheek and shoulder as you juggle your groceries and try to dig out your keys, “No one has tried to mug me, I’m eating well, and the job is the same as the last time you called.”

You manage to both open your door and kick it shut as your mother replies, “I just worry about you dear. You’re so far away from us now, what if you need help?”

You waddle to your kitchen counter to offload your burdens, stretching your cramping fingers out as you go to properly hold your phone again.

“I know, Ma, but I’m sure I’ll make some friends with time and then they can help me out.” you finally reply with a sigh. You begin the arduous task of actually putting your groceries away, resigned to the fate of a functional adult.

You hear your sister bark out a laugh in the background. It’s possibly about hearing ‘you’ and ‘friends’ in the same sentence (Which, ouch. True, but ouch). You magnanimously ignore her.

“Honey, I love you, but it’s been almost a year. You have yet to tell me about a single friend.” Your Mom retorts. Again, ouch.

“I have Taylor!” You defend, slamming your fridge shut with a pout.

“Your roommate doesn’t count!” Your little sister taunts from the background. You hear your mother shush her but her agreement is implied when she doesn’t correct the little gremlin.

“He so does!” You argue, “We hang out in contexts that are not work or school, we eat meals together, and we’re even going to a concert this weekend! That’s friends! That’s best friends, even.” You sound a bit pathetic even to yourself, but the day your sister wins over you is the day you die.

“That’s a friendly roommate,” Is your sister’s amused response, “I bet you don’t even know what his favorite color is.” Your silence is answer enough, and she cracks up, laughing so hard that you hear a muted thump as she falls off of whatever furniture she’d been occupying.

Guess you’re dying today.

Your mother changes the subject to the goings-on of your hometown while your sister asphyxiates in the background. You’ve only been away for a little under a year now, but as you listen to her talk about which of your littlest cousins are starting school and which of your relatives are causing drama, you realize that it’s already been a little under a year.

You flop onto your couch as your mom babbles away, holding back an existential crisis.

Your fingers begin tracing the long-since memorized lines of your soulmark over your clothes as you ponder the passing of time, fully zoned out of your mother’s gossip. Your sister seems to catch on to your long silence, interrupting you mother to pester you into giving her more material to taunt you over.

“What concert are you going to, anyway?” She questions.

“Oh, it’s a K-Pop group called Stray Kids,” You tell her. You can practically feel her interest shrivel up and die as soon as you say K-Pop, bless her elitist, snobby, little heart. “Taylor likes them a lot, and his boyfriend dumped him last month, so I got some good tickets to cheer him up.”

Your mother coos at you briefly before your sister overtakes the conversation again, “Are they even good?” You can hear the sneer in her voice as she falls into Music Snob (tm) mode, so you roll your eyes when you reply.

“They’re fun to dance to when I’m doing chores, so that’s good enough for me.”

“You can’t even understand them.” She complains.

“I can, actually.” You inform her primly, “My language elective was Korean. I took the whole course.”

“You’re a weirdo.”

“Tell that to my sweet, sweet, degree, kiddo.” It’s finally your turn to taunt.

“Whatever, you’re not even going with a friend, just your roommate. How fun could it be?” She pouts back.

“I told you, we are friends! Best friends, even!”

“You still don’t know his favorite color.” She retorts smugly.

“I know his favorite flower, that’s gotta count for something!” Your mother hums in agreement, and you picture her watching your bickering like a tennis match, assigning points in her head.

“It doesn’t, because you know everyone’s favorite flower! You know the mail guy’s favorite flower! It’s like an obsession.” You picture your sister rolling her eyes at you, exasperation pouring off of her. The image makes you grin as you reply.

“Only if it’s still Jim. I haven’t been around to ask anyone new.” You point out. Reasonably, you think, but for some reason your sister lets out a loud groan of annoyance and you hear her exaggerated stomps ass she removes herself from your presence. Your mother lets out an amused little huff and you imagine you’ve won the tennis match in her head.

No death for you today. Score!

Your mom yaps with you for a little longer, before finally bidding you farewell, telling you that you should call more often (like you don’t chat literally every Friday afternoon like clockwork), tell your dad to come home soon if you happen to call him (you won’t. He won’t either), and tell her all about how the concert goes next week. You promise to do that one easily.

When she hangs up, you’re left with the ringing silence of an empty apartment. Moving to LA has been a quieter experience than you’re used to in general, for many reasons. Sure, the city itself is louder than your little suburb by miles, but life has been... More peaceful, since. Quieter.

It still makes you uneasy, even 10 months later.

You get up from the couch and drift off to your room like a ghost, opening Spotify on your way. The opening notes of Ruth B’s Lost Boy and a something nauseous swirling in your gut is all that follows you.

On concert morning, you’re woken up bright and early by your air-horn of a roommate slamming your door open.

“Concert daaaaaaaaay~” He trills at you from the doorway. You don’t even open your eyes when you roll over and throw a pillow at him in protest. A soft ‘oof’ tells you that you hit your mark for once. Nice.

“Nice shot!” Taylor cheers, “But now I have your ammo, so it’s up time.”

You roll over again, taking the edge of your blanket with you and tossing it over your head. You pull a stuffed animal under with you, and curl tightly around it.

“Nmf gmf.” You grumble at him through a mouthful of fluff.

“Nuh-uh!” Taylor tuts, already fluent in Morning Grumble, “We gotta get up. There’s food to be eaten, outfits to put on, and lines to beat!”

You let out a long, agonized, groan, but obligingly roll over and starfish out with childish protest. Taylor waits until you open your eyes to glare at his annoyingly cheerful blond bedhead before he leaves your doorway with a sunny smile. Smug bastard.

He leaves your door open too, the shit, allowing the sweet smell of french toast and eggs to drift into your room. You sit up with a whiney groan, scrubbing harshly at your face.

You’d forgive him this time. Just for the french toast.

You lean over to grab your phone from your bedside table, just waking the screen to check the time. When the numbers register you lay right the way back down with another long wail of protest.

Four in the morning. That french toast had better be fucking good.

You eventually stumble into the kitchen and are promptly handed a very large and very welcomed cup of coffee. Taylor hands you a plate piled high with french toast and eggs, fruits and toppings already out, before you can even try to start bitching at him.

You take in the spread with a furrowed brow, before slowly lifting your head to pin Taylor with a suspicious stare.

“My dude, it is four in the morning. How?”

Taylor just shrugs at you. “Couldn’t sleep. Too excited.”

You nod slowly at him. “I’ll drive. You’re napping in the car.”

This triggers a round of outraged whining from your sleep-deprived roommate, which you cull by pointing out that headaches and concerts are an awful combo. He subsides but insists he’ll be even more excited in the car, since it’s closer to concert time. You tell him to do it anyway.

“Why are we up so early in the first place?” You complain as you drain the last dregs of your drink. “The concert isn’t for, like, fifteen hours.”

“The concert is only fifteen hours away! Countdowns have already started, mark my words!” Taylor counters, “You got us Soundcheck tickets! VIP! We have to take advantage! I want the entire experience. Freebies, insane merch lines, sponsor booths, everything.” He gets more and more incensed as he goes on, leaning farther over the table, his shirt almost dragging in the puddles of syrup on his plate.

You raise your hands in surrender to his wild-eyed look. “Whatever,” You concede, “You’re the boss, this is your day.”

Taylor nods in satisfaction, leaning back. You notice that he actually does take some syrup with him as he re-seats himself. “As it should be.” Is his prim reply.

You sort of just laugh at him, and your routine of friendly bickering continues as the two of you make quick work of fixing up the kitchen.

You two split off to get ready, Taylor demanding a leave time of 6am sharp. You do your best to appease him, dressing up enough to say you put effort in, but paying mind to comfort over style. You’re putting the last touches on your eye liner when Taylor barges in.

You give him a stink eye for not knocking, which he blissfully ignores as he looks over you top to bottom. He summarily declares you “Good, but not good enough” and stampedes over to raid your closet.

At this point in your cohabitation you’ve learned to just let him do his thing when he gets like this. He doesn’t let you dress yourself when you go clubbing with his friends either, the jerk. Your fashion sense is perfectly acceptable, thank-you-very-much.

He tells you you’re being assigned a bias for today based on your wardrobe as he tosses you a white and navy stripped polo shirt and some navy sweatpants with racer strips on the side. He pulls up a reference photo on your phone and tells you to accessorize while he goes to find an appropriate tie from his stash for you.

Looking at the picture of Han Jisung on your screen, you admit that the outfit is pretty close already. You decide to leave the polo’s buttons undone, grabbing a white camisole to put on under. Your accessories take a bit longer, and you can’t see the shoes to match those, but Taylor seems satisfied enough when he comes back.

He hands you a tie and a handful of pins to complete your look and begins pushing you out the door before you can even put them on properly. When you protest this he insists that the two of you are running late, despite the concert still being more than 13 hours away.

You do, in fact, make him sleep in the car. He does not appreciate this, but early morning traffic can lull even the most dutiful of soldiers to sleep. He’s somehow even more chipper than usual when he wakes up, despite being groggy and bleary-eyed.

The crowd, when the two of you arrive, isn’t as big as you were expecting it to be. With all of Taylor’s rushing, you’d expected to barely be able to see the doors. The merch booth he was so excited about isn’t even open yet, and he settles the two of you into the line to enter the venue instead of camping there.

It’s immediately obvious who the extrovert between the two of you is, Taylor’s bouncy blond head beginning to duck and weave among the small crowd as soon as you claim your spot, laughs and excited exchanges popping up wherever he stopped. You, on the other hand, stay exactly where you’d been left and fiddle around on your phone, Taylor’s clear backpack abandoned in your arms.

You’re pretty sure this is purposeful on his part. You know each other well enough by now that he’s well aware of your tendency to stay planted once you’re settled. You’re definitely being used to stake out your spot. You steal one of his granola bars as payment for your services.

An hour or so drags through, and Taylor has thoroughly befriended most of the people around you. Once he’s decided that it’s about time to line up for some of the merch booths, Taylor leaves you in the tender care of the other fans as he goes to stake out a spot. He gracefully accepts both your wallet and your request of “a t-shirt and something they can sign”

The group of four people behind you, in particular, take his (only semi-joking) request of “take care of my introvert for me” seriously.

“So are you a Han bias?” One asks you as Taylor prances off. Her outfit is majority blue, little Bbokari (You can admit that the little characters charm you. You probably know their names better than the Stray Kids themselves) hair clips and keychains decorating her person.

You look down at yourself and then back up at her, almost having forgotten that you were dressed up as him. “Ah, no. Taylor, my friend, dressed me this morning. We’re here for him today. Though, he did say Han was my assigned bias today.” You laugh nervously, hoping they don’t judge your lack of knowledge.

Thankfully none of them seem discouraged by your response, giggling along with your little joke. In fact one of them, dressed head to toe in merch, seems almost excited by the prospect.

“Are you a baby Stay then?” She asks you with sparkling eyes. You wave your hands in front of yourself a bit defensively.

“Ah, no. I wouldn’t go that far. I like their music when Taylor plays it around the apartment, but I wouldn’t consider myself part of the fandom. This is actually my first k-pop experience in general.” You explain, “When I say we’re here for him, I mean I am here in total ignorance.”

Another girl, dressed in a loud assortment of colors you vaguely recognize from the music video Taylor had on loop in your living room for a week and a half when it dropped, lets out a low whistle. “Throwing you right into the deep end, huh? Hardcore.”

The group of you laugh a bit, the only guy in their group agreeing with, “Well if you’re not a fan now, you will be when you leave. Their performances are amazing, honestly.”

You absorb the gushing with an open heart, truly hoping for that to be the case. You take this opportunity to take the spotlight off of yourself.

“Oh, have you guys been to a Stray Kids concert before? It’s Taylor’s first.”

That question is the key to the floodgates, and you end up spending the next 3 and a half hours waiting for Taylor’s return (with text updates from the man himself, assuring you that he is still where he’s supposed to be) being regaled with tales of concerts, events, and comebacks past. You feel a bit like you’re getting a crash course in all things Stray Kids, phones often popping out to show you clips, fancams, and photos.

It makes you smile, feeling very included and welcomed as you occasionally pepper in a question or two to keep them going. It’s just like dinners at the apartment with Taylor, him unloading his stress through fandom, and you unloading yours through listening to his ramblings.

This is exactly why you came with him today.

Taylor makes his return loaded down with goodies both purchased and gifted by other fans, to which you welcome him by cheering loudly. This triggers your new group to do the same. Somehow, the five of you cheering leads to a large portion of the early crowd, which had grown by the hour, cheering with you.

You feel a bit shy at the power you apparently hold, and laugh about it with your new friends.

Eventually Taylor and Merch Girl (you hadn’t managed to catch any of their names, you realize belatedly. It’d be too awkward to ask now. You resolve to simply Not Address Them) split off to do more rounds among other fans, distributing their own freebies.

You hadn’t even realized Taylor had made freebies. You’re also not sure how he found the time. Love finds a way, you suppose.

The other group’s Token Guy Friend (who will always been Token Guy to you, so sorry Token Guy) passes the conversation back to you. Not appreciated, Token Guy.

You can’t be all that mad though, as he shuffles through his bag to produce a piece of paper and a chisel-tipped sharpie. He passes the items to you with a grin.

“If you’re close to the stage you should have a sign! You might get an interaction that way!” He enthuses. The remaining girls cheer at the idea, sighing over the possibility of you getting an interaction at your very first concert.

You hold back correcting them that it’s just your first k-pop concert. You’re sure that’s what they mean anyways, as the experience so far has been quite different from your usual.

You look at the items in your hand, and then back at him. He offers to let you use his back to write on. You once again stare between his meticulous outfit and the sharpie in your hand. You are so not going to ruin someone’s day with what was supposed to be a kind gesture.

You motion for him to wait a moment and dig around in your own bag for a moment, the seat cushion Taylor had insisted you bring slapping you incessantly from where it hangs as you shuffle both your shoulder bag and Taylor’s backpack around. Eventually you manage to pull out your travel first aid kit, pulling a gauze pad from it.

You unclip the seat cushion from your bag and place it on the ground, motioning for Token Guy to kneel. He does so bemusedly.

“I’m gonna make it fancy,” You inform him, “those random calligraphy classes from high-school aren’t going to fail me today.” He makes a noise of assent and you’re crowding over his bent back, unfurling the gauze pad to make a barrier between the paper and his shirt.

He and the girls make their conversation around you as you sink into concentration. It’s very difficult to make nice, even, lines on an uneven surface like a back, and you have to keep gently slapping Token Guy’s shoulder when he laughs to remind him not to move.

Taylor and Merch Girl have returned by the time you finish your sign, Taylor laughingly cautioning any of them from breaking your concentration for anything less than Token Guy’s health. Unless they wanted to face your Wrath(tm), of course.

His advice seems to have been heeded, because by the time you tune back into the outside world you have a sign with very pretty (and most importantly - legible) calligraphy that reads:

[HAN! You’ve been assigned as my bias today! Make me fall for you?]

You even took the time to add Korean translations in smaller script beneath each line. You also take the time to admire your own foresight for laying out the gauze pad, small black marks littering it’s surface. Token Guy seems equally impressed when he looks at it, before taking the initiative to trash both it and the wrapper for you.

Merch Girl reads your sign when you proudly hold it in front of yourself and cackles.

“So that’s why he really brought you along, huh?” She teases, elbowing Taylor like they’re old friends. He has that effect on people. “She can talk to them for you if the Aussie line isn’t around.” Taylor gives a sheepish laugh and a faux-guilty shrug.

“That, and she bought the tickets. I couldn’t leave her behind if I tried.” He pokes at you as he speaks, mirth dancing in his eyes. Laughter erupts around the group as you shout your offence, making to start roughhousing with him like you do your sister.

The time passes joyously this way until the doors finally open to begin letting people in for sound check.

You’re not gonna lie, you’re already super tired and peopled out. Luckily, Taylor had clocked you flagging before even you had, and sent you to sit in “introvert time out” on your cushion in a shaded spot away from the crowd. So you could make it through sound check and the actual concert. Probably.

You and Taylor pass through security unscathed, having already eaten or trashed any snacks or drinks you’d brought with you, and having not bothered bringing much else. Both of your bags were just full of merch and freebies at this point.

Once you actually enter the venue you take the lead, dragging Taylor by the wrist to your seats. You’re actually super excited to show him the seats you’d gotten, having kept anything beyond ‘soundcheck’ a secret.

Taylor is already vibrating with excitement as you lead him to the floor seats. He’s nearly trembling as you lead him right up the center, past rows and rows of little white chairs erected for the reserved seating tickets. When you finally sit him down right in front of the thrust stage, plopping into the seat beside him with satisfaction, he turns to you with saucer-wide eyes.

“Noo...” He whispers.

“Oh, yes.” You return, blessing him with a grin and little eyebrow wiggle.

Taylor basically tackles you in a hug, almost knocking you into the person next to you, and squeals his thanks so loudly that you’re sure the entire stadium hears. When he’s done thanking you he pulls back, hands on your shoulders, with the most deadly serious eyes you had ever seen on him.

“I would die for you.” He intones lowly. You crack first, the two of you breaking into a giggle fit that was almost concerning with it’s intensity. When the two of you calm down and turn to settle and sit properly, he nudges your shoulder with his.

“Seriously,” He says, eyes soft, “You’re the best ever. You need anything from today on? I’m your guy.”

You chuckle at him, nudging him back, “Do my dishes for the next month, then.” You tease.

He rears back, hands up in joking surrender, “Woah, woah! Let’s not go that far! I meant if you needed to escape from the mob or something, not chores.” He gives an exaggerated shudder before breaking into his usual silly grin.

The two of you spend the next however long indulging in familiar banter, waving at the group of fans you’d made friends with outside when you spotted them not terribly far away, and generally recharging your batteries for the concert. Taylor eventually moves on to talking to the people around you, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

You close your eyes for just a moment, trying to turn the lights off in your brain for a bit. You really needed the music to start soon, you were going to fall asleep.

Almost as if in answer to your prayers, the group begins trickling on stage for sound check.

To be honest, both soundcheck and the concert pass in a blur for you.

Once things kick off, you’re swept away in a wave of cheers, music, and lights. You hadn’t expected front row seats to be quite as intense as they were, but you made a note to yourself to not book such tickets for yourself in the future.

You couldn’t really handle it.

Still, Taylor seems to have the time of his life, and you manage to immerse yourself in the concert enough to shake your sign at Han when he passes by, earning yourself a wink and a cheek heart. Taylor was nearly euphoric at having caught the interaction with his phone camera.

By the time it’s over, you’re fairly sure you had a good time, but also 100% sure that you were completely overwhelmed. Taylor manages to drag you to the send off that you paid for spots at anyway. Curse his charming, sunny demeanor.

You can’t really process how it happened at this point, but you end up practically pinned to the railing of the barricade at the send-off location, separated from Taylor, and clinging to your façade of an excited fan with a white knuckled grip. You have three things on you to get signed, and a mission from Taylor to get all three scribbled on.

Your sign for Han, a ballcap Taylor had customized, and a Lee Know photocard Taylor had entrusted to you with a gravity you weren’t sure it warranted. He had, like, three of the same one.

You try to drum up the determination to see your mission through, but find it difficult to dredge up any will at all.

Time waits for no man, however, and soon enough the members begin making their way through, delivering high-fives, autographs, and aegyo as they pass through. You end up squished almost violently to the railing, ducking a bit and making yourself as small as possible as hands, phones, and items all get waved around and over you.

You’re not sure you like send-off.

There’s so many noises and sights and smells that you have a really hard time keeping track of which member is where. Plus, you’re still a lot overwhelmed from lining up before dawn and the concert itself. You’re tired, you’re cranky, and you want to go home.

At some point Lee Know must pass by you, and you must have presented the photocard properly, because you have a signed one now. That’s cool. The faster you get the requested autographs, the faster you can leave.

Bangchan spawns in front of you from the aether, from your point of view. You may be a bit more out of it than you’d like to admit. Still, you dutifully hold out your ballcap for him to sign, exchanging post-concert niceties on pure autopilot.

Because you’re not all that present at the moment, or maybe because all you’d had was your breakfast and some granola bars in the last 13 hours, you don’t hold your balance the way you should when someone shoves at you from behind. You catch yourself on the railing, but you dropped the freshly signed cap.

Bangchan kindly stoops to pick it up for you, and you thank him. A couple of things happen very quickly at that point.

1) Unlike the first two exchanges of the cap, because of the awkward and quick nature of Bangchan’s action, it is no longer being handed to you with lots of space between your hand and his.

2) You’re still being jostled around. No matter how much you brace for the impact of the bodies surrounding you, you couldn’t possibly keep totally still.

3) These two things have a consequence. Your hand brushes Chan’s as he hands you the cap.

The world stops for you for a moment, as pins and needles stab into dozens of familiar spots all across your lower abdomen. You freeze, dumb, awkward, overwhelmed smile plastered to your face as Bangchan turns away from you.

The pain isn’t that bad, really, more like a bad period cramp mixed with a sleeping limb waking up. Still, you curl your arm around your stomach, and your body bows with the motion. As if you could protect your reality from shattering and reshaping itself in front of you.

Static fills your ears and your poor, overloaded, brain throbs with the beginnings of a migraine.

Bangchan is your soulmate.

International k-pop sensation Bangchan is one of your eight soulmates.

Bangchan is part of a group with eight members.

Your soulmate is already moving away from you, your minor interaction just a footnote of his day, the tingling pain of your soulmate bond awakening probably blending in with a thousand other minor aches and pains from a very physically intense day for him.

You come back to clarity with the resolve that you’d like it to stay that way.

With a sense of urgency, you look around the crowd you’re part of, noting distinct faces and colors for the first time. You’re not really sure what you’re looking for until you spot it, and suddenly your escape plan is fully formed.

There, just a couple shoves and elbow throws away, is Blue Bbokari Girl from this morning.

You struggle your way over, people falling into the space you’d left at the railing like a pack of hyenas on fresh meat. When you reach her you the gently at her sleeve to get her attention.

She turns to you with confusion first, a bright greeting next, and finally a concerned scrunch of her brow as she takes in your hunched form.

“Hey, I’m feeling kind of sick, can you help me get out of the crowd?” You’re sure you look convincingly pathetic and weak as you plead with her. If only because you really did feel pathetic and weak at the moment.

“Oh, of course, hun! Just a moment.” She begins to crane her neck around to scan the crowd like you’d done moments prior. You feel a bit bad for interrupting her night like this, but as she calls out to someone behind her, you’re more thankful than anything.

Blue Bbokari Girl successfully gets the attention of someone you don’t recognize, and a quick summary of, “She’s sick, help her leave!” shouted over the crowd has you being passed through the crowd unmolested.

You find yourself enveloped in a chain of fans, one passing you to another, pausing, and calling on someone else to pass you to until you’ve finally stumbled free of the send-off mob.

Feeling a bit like you’d just been spat out of the maw of a great creature, you look back at the rustling crowd, now looking like it had never been disturbed at all.

The last lady who had finally freed you, an older woman with a Jiniret picket, eyes you with concern as you put you back to the nearest wall and slide down it.

“Will you be okay, sweetie?” She questions you worriedly, “Do you have anyone to pick you up?”

You smile weakly at her and assure her that you just have to get ahold of your roommate and he’d get you home safe and sound. She tries to insist on waiting with you, but you persuade her to return to the crowd with promises that you’d make your way to a bathroom or security guard once the worst of your vertigo had passed.

You watch her return with morbid fascination, amazed when she just sort of gets absorbed back into the mass of people. Almost like it ate her. You once again marvel at making it out of such a thing unscathed.

Truth be told, your stomach was only sore and tender this point, the sharp, needle-point pains long gone. Still, you take a moment to bring your knees to your chest, just breathing as you press your forehead to them. If anyone were to look at you then, you wonder what they’d think of you curled up on the floor and trembling like your dog had just died.

You hope they’d view you with kindness.

After giving yourself a moment to just feel, though you couldn’t tell anyone what you had felt, you gather yourself enough to totter to your feet and drag yourself to the nearest bathroom. You text Taylor as you go.

[Hey. Felt sick, in bathroom rn. lmk when we can leave pls?]

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morning person

joel miller x fem!reader || on ao3

tags: no!outbreak, established relationship, lots and lots of fluff, sarah lives but no ellie, joel is a bit self-deprecating at one point but blame it all on his ex-wife, she is also mentioned in a paragraph, joel just deserves to be happy guys :(((

wc: 1.2k

note: this truly came to me by ranting to my twin @lalavenderangel that joel miller would be that old man who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to drink coffee on his porch. thank you to my twin but also @berryispunk for making sure that this was readable for you all🙂‍↕️

Joel Miller has never really been a morning person. 

Before Sarah was old enough to wake herself up, he practically dragged himself out of bed. He absolutely could not function without a cup of coffee in his system, which still stands true but now he rather savors the flavor than haul it down his throat to wake up and get going.

As the years went by Sarah eventually went to college and found love. Which soon enough led to her starting her own family with their own early mornings. Whilst it hurt him to see his baby girl grow up, he was happy for her. Joel even cried when she announced that she was expecting. Cried even more when the little baby boy arrived.

Lord knows how much Tommy would pester him to settle down with someone “now that Sarah was off to college”. Which really only increased once Joel laid eyes on you that one fateful night in a shitty bar that Tommy dragged him into. You couldn’t have thanked Tommy enough for introducing him to you. Which was by basically pushing Joel towards you, forcing him to make a move.

Whilst he was very rusty at the whole dating thing, you couldn’t have been more infatuated by him. He still had his Miller™ charm despite being a few years out of practice. What really sold the deal for you was seeing the paternal side of him when he was with Sarah. Their shenanigans being so endearing that you couldn’t help but fall in love.

It took a little over two years before you moved in. He blames it on Sarah still being in college at the time and not wanting to upset her by having his girlfriend living with them once she finished school. But in reality it was that Joel didn’t wanna fuck it all up. 

Sarah’s mom and him got married and bought a house basically as soon as the two lines appeared. It was rushed and it ended as soon as it started. Leaving him alone with his little baby girl and the house, that in all reality he bought for them and their future.

He didn’t want that with you.

He wanted to take it slow with you. Learn what makes you tick. What your all time favorite movie is. How you like your coffee in the morning. Make sure that it wasn’t rushed this time. That he could be enough for once. ‘Cause fuck. He’ll be damned if he lost the most perfect woman he’d ever met.

Even though he wanted to wait for you to move in, you practically already lived there. You were paying for an apartment you rarely stepped foot in. Your closet was nearly empty since most of your clothes had already found a home next to his.

You were the one to officially ask him on a late saturday morning, bodies entangled together after your morning escapades. Your head was resting on his chest whilst your fingers softly danced over his patchy beard that you loved so much. Not that it took much convincing for him to agree that it was time. Especially since Sarah moved in with her boyfriend a few weeks earlier.

Living together was easy enough. On days you had work, it was usually 50/50 on who would wake up first. However as the years went by, Joel was the one to wake up first. It may have been his internal clock kicking in after all the years or his body having a pavlovian response of getting caffeine by a certain hour. You however were still in bed for at least an hour more, determined to get your seven hours of sleep before tackling the day.

Eventually you two moved to a quaint little house outside the city, beautiful pieces of empty land surrounding you. The porch out back adorned a little table and two chairs facing out towards the lawn. With said lawn being full of toys, evidence of you being grandparents to a toddler, whose eyes were identical to Joel’s. During the late summer nights you would find yourself in your separate chairs, his guitar in his lap as he softly strummed a soft melody for you.

Now, at nearly six am, he sat in his designated chair on your back porch, a nearly empty cup of black coffee in hand. The sun was set to rise soon, the darkness slowly lifting around him rendering the porchlight unnecessary. After a short while he heard the telltale sound of you opening the sliding door and walking out to him, your own cup of coffee in hand. 

“Morning, darlin’.” He greets as you close the sliding door. His southern drawl ever so present as he looked up at you with a soft smile. You couldn’t help but smile back. The way his face lit up at the mere presence of you, made you all happy and giddy despite having spent a little over a decade together.

“I put on a new pot for us.” Your voice still laced with sleep but affectionate nonetheless. Even though you missed waking up next to him. Seeing him with his, most likely third, cup of coffee waiting for you to wake up, made up for it.

You softly shuffled towards him, sitting down on his lap. Wrapping your arm around his shoulders as you both look out over the growing field in front of you. His calloused hand finding its home on your thigh, unconsciously caressing in a slow and soft movement. You take a sip of your coffee before placing it next to his as you softly speak again.

“Did you talk to Tommy about this weekend? I figured I’d go to the store after work to get the rest.” You turn your head to look down at him only to be met with his soft gaze already on you.

“Yeah, he said he and Maria will be here by six at the very least.” His eyes admiring you as if he doesn’t do it every single day.

“Good.” You lean down to softly kiss him which he doesn’t hesitate to act upon. His thumb softly rubs your thigh in a loving manner, making you softly hum into the kiss in content. Your eyes open as you pull away, meeting his eyes that’s swimming with love for you.

You turn your head back to look out as the sun peeks out from the horizon. Your wedding ring clinking against the porcelain as you pick up your coffee with a dash of milk, Joel’s eyes never leaving your face. 

Fuck, was he lucky to have you.

He managed to not only find a perfect woman but also managed to marry her. What the two of you have is exactly what he wanted, domestic and so full of love. You were even a perfect mother figure to Sarah despite not having a child of your own. You never judged him for anything and you showed actual interest in him. You made him feel loved and appreciated ��� which you still do, every single day.

His mornings consisted of his left hand holding his coffee cup, stained after years of use. His right hand softly touching you whether it be your thigh or hand, as you either listen to the soft chirps from the small birds in the surrounding trees or the radio softly playing in the background, your favorite channel always on.

Joel Miller may not really have been a morning person. But sitting here with you in his lap, his wife, clad in his warm flannel as both of you watch the sunrise. He realizes that maybe, just maybe, he was a morning person after all.

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౨{ 성한빈 }ৎ ..𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘

• 𝑺ynopsis ; after hanbin’s death over tour, you start receiving messages from his number, thinking it was a sick joke, you ignored them. but one message eventually caught your eye, was this really him?

( 성한빈 ) 𓆩♡𓆪. 𝑭 ! reader wc 2.2k (shocker) genre angst with no happy ending, fluff if you squint, pretty much just really sad warning (𝒔) heavy mention of death, mentions of depression and struggle eating, petnames used { 💌 } note from 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒊 hello this is my first time writing angst or writing a full fic in general in so long so i’m very sorry if this is lowk horrible.. i definitely tried 🥲 not proofread btw!! i’m too lazy

𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬! send feedback & reblog ♡

♪ 𝑷LAYING ( 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 ) by 재현 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

“ 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀, tell me your favorite love song “

he sang through the phone, watching his fingers lightly strum the strings of his guitar, his voice angelic as it hit your side of the line. you hated this, having to call everytime you missed him instead of being able to go downstairs and see his face in front of you, his presence in yours.

you loved how happy he was with his job and his members, how he loved them like family and even introduced you to them, but you hated how it caused him to have to be busy or overseas so constantly. what if something were to happen to him? you couldn’t run over there and be his hero while he was thousands of miles away.

“ 𝐈 wanna sing it with you “

how was it possible? his voice so angelic, your eyes were already getting heavy, the song just started. you couldn’t sleep yet, you told him you would talk to him all night, it was only 9 pm for him.

you wanted to stay awake, you really tried, even if hanbin told you it was okay to sleep first. but your plan didn’t go to work as you slowly fell asleep to the sound of his voice, his fingertips brushing against the strings of his guitar.

“𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀, show me the streets where you come from “

he sang, hearing his own voice softly leave his throat. he also hated this. as much as he loved seeing his fans and singing on stage, he loved being able to protect you with every step you take while being right by your side even more. he knew the day was coming, he felt weaker and weaker.

but why couldn’t he tell you? you should know, out of everybody closest to him, you deserve to know the most. but something in him couldn’t bring himself to break the news to you, he knew soon enough it would be too late, but it still didn’t encourage him to find the heart to tell you. instead, it discouraged him even more. he couldn’t handle seeing you cry, watching your heart reach out for him as your time together ran thin.

“ 𝐈 wanna walk them with you “

his voice nearly cracked. ‘i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.’ was all that could be said in his head as he watched your chest move up and down slowly, your eyes closed shut as you slept peacefully. he couldn’t help but feel the weight of guilt only get heavier. his heart was hurting, reaching out for comfort from you.

the thing he wanted most right now was to be by your side. hugging you in your sleep until you felt protected in his arms. he hated the thought of leaving you for good, leaving you to become vulnerable to all the harsh realities in the world, leaving you alone and scared without him there to protect you and tell you everything will be okay with him by your side. because he won’t, he won’t be there by your side.

who’s gonna remind you that everything will be okay? why do things have to end like this? why does this world have to be so so cruel?

“ 𝐓ell me right from the start “

everything was going so perfect. you just hit your one and a half year anniversary, even if you had to celebrate together over facetime. it felt like a dream of where you two were right now.

he was so perfect for you, you two were convinced you were each others soulmates. he blamed himself for everything, why couldn’t he have worked harder to stop the sickness? why did he let the ill feeling take over his power? he felt himself get weaker as he gently strum the strings of his guitar, tears blurring his eyes as he paused to look up, preventing them from falling.

he looked back forward, seeing the dark city view from his hotel window, and all he could do was pray. his guitar sitting in his lap, you sleeping on the other line of the phone, he prayed that nights like this would stay longer. he prayed that he could forever stay by your side, protecting you constantly even if he wasn’t there to be next to you physically.

‘i love you so much, angel, forever and always. sleep well’ he whispered under his breath, watching you sleep peacefully, hopefully dreaming about him and your guys future, smiling sympathetically as slow tears rolled down his cheeks before ending the facetime.

“ 𝐓ell me who you are “

the day of zerobaseone’s last concert in Bangkok was about to start, backstage putting in their in-ears as they warmed up their voices and stretched their limbs. hanbin was seen texting you in the corner, smiling at your messages.

but nobody knew how hanbin was feeling. he wanted to apologize and break down to all of his members right there, get on his knees and beg for forgiveness for having to leave them so soon. he felt his body weaken, his head already pounding and light headed as if he could faint any minute, but he kept it in.

tears welt up in his eyes as he cleared his throat and looked up, blinking before anybody could see him.

“hanbin-ah! what are you doing in the corner?!” he turned his head, hearing zhanghao call his name, seeing all of them grouped in a circle. zhanghao signaled for him to join in to chant before the concert started. he left you a quick text, sending an ‘i love you’, feeling guilty because that would be the last text you got from him. was it really?

he joined in, smiling at the feel of his second family, putting his hand in as he started the encouragement, leaving everyone with a smile before lining up to get on stage.

“ 𝐄very piece of your heart “

the concert had been going well, hanbin feeling the overwhelming love from his fans as he looked at all of the crowd, his eyes welting up with tears as ‘HELLO’ began to play. members walking all around the stage in different outfits now, hanbin smiling emotionally at the sight of the amount of people who came all this way just to support him and his group.

he felt it coming, he knew it was soon. he lifted his mic to sing, opened his mouth as he was ready to hear his voice come out, and that’s when everything went black.

his voice stuck in his throat, trying to clear it as he heard muffled sounds shouting out for him, his eyes shutting closed as he fell unconscious to the floor, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as tears rolled from his closed eyes. why did this have to be the end? why did he have to be harshly taken away from the people he loved the most? and right in front of them? he wanted to wake up, tell everyone he was okay and continue to sing. but instead, he got taken backstage and given cpr, trying to find a pulse until the ambulance arrived.

“𝐄very bruise and scar.”

he laid in the hospital bed as all he could hear was the heart monitor beeping. he couldn’t move, couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t open his mouth to tell his sobbing members that he’ll be okay, guilty knowing deep he wouldn’t be okay.

“ 𝐈 wanna know “

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 of death: 11:36 PM, 02/02/25.

‘why? why couldn’t you tell me? why did you have to leave so soon? why did it have to end like this?’ you said, sobbing into the voicemail box to hanbin’s number. hearing the news from jiwoong, your heart shattered, feeling like you just got brutally stabbed and turning the knife.

‘we were so happy, we told each other everything. you told me you had nothing to hide, so why did you lie? you hid this from me, it doesn’t protect me sung hanbin, you’re only hurting me worse. why can’t it be fake? why can’t you be here with me?’ you managed to break out from your throat, your sobs heard through the phone.

how were you gonna do this without him? how could you live freely knowing the person who made you a better human everyday, is now gone? why did he have to be taken so suddenly? and the worst part is, you couldn’t even see him. no matter how much you wanted to, you didn’t have to money nor time to fly. it hurt, it hurt like it never has before. your mind hazed with thoughts and feelings, praying that this was all just a dream.

“ 𝐄verything there is to know “

news spread, fast. news articles were made, reading the official announcement the company posted hurt like the knife was twisting even more. like a refresh of memories you didn’t want to recall.

you stayed in bed for days, crying everyday and hoping you would wake up from this hell of a dream. you barely texted anybody back, nor even checked social medias in fear of seeing his face and recalling the phone call you got from jiwoong.

you could barely eat, your weight loss worryingly visible, you knew hanbin would hate to see you like this. but that’s the thing, he wasn’t even there to see you struggling this bad. you resented him for abandoning you like this in a cruel cruel world, but you loved him so dearly. scrolling through the photos of you two together everyday, wishing that everything would come back to normal and that you would wake up with him next to you again.

“ 𝐃on’t you dare leave nothing out “

and that’s when you saw it. a text notification from ‘hanbini ♡’. how is that possible? you’re dreaming, you’re seeing things, someone is pranking you. was it yujin? was he worrying about you so much that he took hanbin’s phone to text you? that little prankster, you hoped he was doing okay. hanbin was like a parent to him, you wondered how he was doing losing someone this important at his age.

hanbini ♡: please eat angel

hanbini ♡: i’m so so sorry for leaving you

hanbini ♡: don’t beat yourself up because of me. please take care of yourself

the texts kept coming. how was this possible? someone hacked his phone, it’s not him. but then again, how would they know you haven’t eaten? you haven’t been outside for days, you don’t text anyone, and you haven’t brought yourself to take any pictures for hackers to see, how could you? was it really him?

as much as you tried to ignore the texts, they kept coming. tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to ignore them swipe away every single notification the came, until one made you freeze before you could swipe it away.

hanbini ♡: i understand you don’t want to talk to me, but please read these.

hanbini ♡: meet me at our tree, please give it a chance to see me y/n.

our tree. the words echoed in your head as you tried to process the words you read on the text. it had to be him. nobody else knew about your guy’s spot, it was a secluded small forest that nobody would ever go to, the entrance blocked off and covered by bushes and trees, only you two knew the way in.

this was a meaningful spot for you guys, it’s where hanbin asked you to be his girlfriend on a picnic while watching the sunset. how could you ever forget?

you went. you called yourself crazy in your head for believing the texts, but you went. you couldn’t stop yourself, because what if it really was him? this could be your last chance to see him again.

“ 𝐈’m gonna love you completely “

the song played in your ears as you walked. a mask covering your face and a hood covering your head, it’s been days since you came outside since the incident.

making your way into the secluded forest, memories flooded back. your eyes teared up as your heart started hurting, but you stayed strong and kept walking. smelling the scent of the air, something about it was different. the air was soft but thicker, as if someone’s presence was with you. was this a sign?

you made it to the tree and only saw emptiness, you should’ve known. that was until a black cat came up to you, how could this be? the area is bordered off enough for humans to know not to come in, how would an animal come through? was this a sign from hanbin? you always wanted a baby black cat to raise as your own, you were planning to adopt one before hanbin got back from tour, that didn’t end very well..

you crouched down, petting and stroking the cat gently as i purred, nuzzling it’s face against your knee with closed eyes. you looked at it closely, something in it’s personality and eyes felt familiar. you heard a voice, hanbin’s voice.

‘i love you angel, forever and always.’

he always said it, it was like his catchphrase in your guy’s very own show. this time, it was a whisper. you heard his voice speak to you again, your head turning up to the sky, your eyes welling with tears as they slowly dripped down your face.

‘if i had one more day, i would find you again.’

{ 💌 } note from 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒊 ! you made it to the endddd!! this fic is either actually sad or horrible and funny because it’s not sad at all but whatever. i have never written a full fic this long so i hope it’s good but ik there’s a lot of repetitive parts.. ignore that! my vocabulary isn’t very big i am not the smartest. anyways thank you for reading:) i love u!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @ourhees @miumura @leehsngs @saemisic @macapunoz @cupidhoons

[weebsinstash]

I hate when I start having an idea for one character and it turns into having that idea for multiple characters, but, basically, i started thinking of Bruce Wayne and then Lex Luthor creeped into my mind

One of my favorite yandere tropes is "helping you for your own good, even if it's against your will and you hate me for it", and, I was actually thinking about the whole red strings of fate soulmate trope again, and I started thinking of Reader almost immediately rejecting Bruce or Lex for, multiple reasons, but they won't take no for an answer, and then I ALSO started thinking, what if I throw ABO into the mix?

You're an adult Unpresented and basically a second class citizen in society and you've gone your entire life not knowing who to love or trust, growing up in an unstable if not outright abusive home, poor, not being able to be close and affectionate with people the way everyone around you is with their scenting and purring, and you eventually grow resentful of everyone else. You're constantly mistreated and called slurs and working shitty jobs, doing a catering gig at a high class party when your red string of fate appears and you think, "oh great, it must be another member of the waitstaff, if I cause a scene I'll lose this job and be even more in debt, maybe i should sneak off"

Cue you turning around and your soulmate is one of the richest men in the entire world and he even has a supermodel on his arm. Like you're either turning around and seeing unfathomably rich infamous man whore, 'is kind of a brat in his public persona' Bruce Wayne OR the guy who is equally as rich and is constantly beefing with Superman and does things like secretly cures cancer but waters it down to make more money as a treatment rather than a one-time cure

You're just instantly expecting rejection, not wanting any sort of confrontation, and also feeling more than a little humiliated. You finally meet your fated mate and you're working a service gig holding a tray of finger sandwiches while he's a billionaire in black tie attire eating caviar and sipping champagne. Not only is there this ENORMOUS class divide between you, absolutely daunting differences in how you live your life and the expenditures of wealth and flagrant flaunting of it, but he's also an Alpha, and you're... nothing. And you're not sure if you even want a mate anyways. You don't really believe in it. You don't want to give someone that opportunity to hurt you

You're just instantly wanting to run away, meanwhile Lex/Bruce is peeling the model off their arm and bee-lining for you IMMEDIATELY to introduce himself, not giving you any opportunity to slip away. Bruce would take the tray out of your hands himself whereas Lex would snap his fingers and have someone else do it, both of them expecting you to, essentially, immediately drop everything you're doing to get to know them, talk to them--

and your voice cracks as you reject them. Sorry, this clearly isn't going to work out. You need to get back to work, and the differences between the two of you and the worlds you live in are far too different--

But he won't take no for an answer. The arrogant Alpha is vaguely dismissive as he laughs off your concerns. The two of you just need to get to know each other! You're soulmates, how could you two not be meant to be?

But you refuse. You don't really want to talk to him at all. In fact, maybe you even dislike him. Bruce Wayne is publicly a playboy and Lex Luthor is infamously callous and outspoken about his hatred and distrust of Superman; you have genuine reasons to immediately dislike either man

But they know you're their mate now and you're in their sights. You could run away from the party and be back at your home, thinking you've bought yourself some time, and they're in their penthouse/basement respectively, using their supercomputers and superhuman knowledge to research every single scrap of information about you. No stone is left unturned. They'll hire a PI and private security to secretly follow you around while still researching the best way to approach you, concocting the perfect scheme to lure you in. All it takes is some hacking and some bribes and they'll know your rental history, your employment, your hospital records, old report cards from grade school, files from your last psychiatrist, EVERYTHING. They basically know your entire life story within 24 hours of meeting you, but they still want to speak to you, hear your own words, your own thoughts

Bruce is convening with the entire Batfamily, telling them about his new Unpresented mate, how you've had a harsh life and he wants them to have nothing but patience and love for you, with them fully intending to forcibly assimilate you into their pack while telling themselves you're just a little wild because you don't know your place in society, who you are as a person, and have never had your own proper pack to "socialize you", NOT that you're reasonably upset for being forced. Meanwhile Lex is over here making arrangements for a new luxury penthouse apartment in Metropolis for you to stay far away from the riffraff in the slums who harass you and threaten to burn your old beaten down house in the 'burbs down (and maybe even bribes someone to actually do it just to chase you into his arms), and begins legitimately actually genuinely researching how to "cure you"

and of course you guys know my cookies and creme is "whoops, now that you're obsessed with me and think I'm dumb and helpless and just a little uwu bean who needs to be rescued, turns out I'm an Omega! Sure hope you don't have any infantilizing if not outright misogynistic thoughts on how I need to be taken care of by other people and protected because I'm just SO delicate :)", so then you have Lex wanting to keep his oh so rare and elegant and pampered mate away from the rabble he thinks you're way too good for, and at the Wayne home you have like half the home thinking of you like their sibling if not ANOTHER PARENT and the other half convinced there's way too many psycho criminals out there for you to be allowed to be by yourself ever again

And I guess my final note is the juiciness of like, for Bruce specifically. Batman has to rescue you from being mugged or murdered or harmed in some way and you just start pouring all your stressed out feelings to him, about the mate you don't think you deserve, how scared you are, how you don't know how to love and he's so put together and successful, and suddenly here's the red string outting Batman as Bruce Wayne as you just sit there "Oh SHIT" realizing 1. You just told him like literally everything in your head including how you think he's an untrustworthy capitalist whore and 2. Oh God he's fucking Batman

Like... just imagine the excuse it gives him... criminals or let alone the Joker himself sees that red string between you and the Caped Crusader and soon every criminal in the city knows the face of Batman's mate and its never safe to show your face ever again. sure, he COULD potentially hide you away under a fake name on some island somewhere, but why do that when he can forcibly mark you and keep you as his house spouse? What, are you gonna break poor little Damian's heart that you AREN'T gonna be his new parent? But the pack is already so attached to you...

[theoriginalvampirequeen]

“What’s the matter, Princess?”

Pairing: Billy Loomis/Reader, Stu Macher/Reader

Word count: 5,375

TW: Innocence Kink, Forced use of “Daddy” and “Sir”, Implied Predator/Prey dynamic, Degrading, (Slight) Non-Con, Double Penetration, Knife Play, Oral Sex and of course unprotected P in V sex (make good decisions, please)

Rory’s dialog: Welcome! I just want to start this by saying, I’ve never wrote anything of this nature before but have always wanted to try. “Me and my big ideas” (I know crazy) Minors do NOT interact with my posts, you do not have my consent. All posts that are appropriate will be stated above the cut. This is NOT one of those. Although I am not responsible for your media consumption, it makes me uncomfortable. I’m open to feedback, that’s the only way I’ll get better but please be respectful about it. I am open to requests as well! Thank you for sitting through my thoughts, and I hope you enjoy <3

“I know Mom, make sure the doors are locked and not walk outside by myself after dark. I haven’t forgot the rules.” I huffed into the corded phone. “Sweetheart, I just want you to be safe, while I’m away. Woodsboro is on high alert right now after what happened to Casey Becker -“ Starting to zone out recalling the events of the past day brought tears to rim my eyes as I tuned out what mom was saying before cutting her off “Mom, please.. I know. She was my friend. I’ll be safe I promise.” All that could be heard on the other line was silence for a couple of seconds before mother stated she had to go before hanging up.

I laid the phone back down on the receiver to pick my book back up to continue reading before bed, it was unfortunately a school night and that meant I couldn’t stay up all night reading this god given book. It didn’t take long to get to the next chapter of my book before I knew I needed to still brush my teeth and wash my face before bed, a soft sigh left my lips while throwing the fuzzy blanket off of my body. These are the times when I’m grateful the walk wasn’t too long to get to that cold chilled bathroom, it was fall, the temperatures were not kind to my small body. It also didn’t help that my baby pink nightgown barely covered my skin. Looking back in the mirror slightly shaming how distraught I looked from all the tears shed for my only girl-friend I tried to keep it together, humming a soft tune from my new favorite artist as I began to brush my teeth. Spitting the remaining toothpaste into the sink, the phone began to ring. What the heck? I make a dash for my bedroom to pick up the phone “Hello? (L/N) residence”

A low chuckle could be heard as I addressed the caller,“Hello, little dove” my heart rate picked up before stumbling over my words, “W-Who is this?” Silence sat on the other side before a deep voice emerged from the modulator used, “I’m hurt little dove, you don’t recognize me?” I chose to stay silent before the caller took hold of the conversation “Oh, little dove don’t be scared now. I think you know exactly who I am.” A single tear fell along my cheek before whispering “what do you want? I-I want you to leave me alone.” My voice cracking at the end of my statement before letting out a soft sob. “No can do princess, don’t you know what I’ve done.. for you!” Each octave of his tone got louder causing me to jump at their words. “I killed Casey for you! You-“ a low growl can be heard through the phone before they pick up their sentence “you, little dove were suppose to be with Casey and Steve that night. I thought you loved slumber parties…Y/N” Once my name was stated, my breath hitched in my throat and from the reaction I received they heard it. Slowly bringing the phone down towards my neck I could hear the deadly chuckle come through. “hey, we’re not done yet.” I brought the phone back up to my ear and whimpered into the phone “I’m going to hang up now.. I don’t want to talk anymore.” I slide the phone down towards the receiver and began to dial a number, a number given to me from my best friend in the instances of an emergency.. maybe he wouldn’t answer given the fact Casey broke up with him. I’ve got to try though..

It neared the last ring before going to voicemail before I heard his voice. “Yo, who’s this?” I stayed silent I could form a coherent sentence that wouldn’t cause him to hang up on me. “Hi, um Stu? It’s Y/N” he didn’t speak for a couple of seconds before letting out a loud laugh. “Hey! Y/N where’d you get my number from? Why’re you calling so late for, huh?” Thoughts raced through my mind, do I tell him the killer called me? Do I just keep him on the phone to stall until morning? I guess my thoughts were to long before Stu spoke again, “Y/N, you okay? Want me to come over?” All I could do was hum in approval. Stu let out a chuckle before informing me that he was on his way then hanging up on me.

I never moved. Not until I heard the doorbell ring. I was wary when walking down the stairs to the front door being very cautious to who could be at the door, I know that Stu was suppose to be coming over but surely it should have taken him a bit longer to get to my house from his? Standing a couple feet from the front door I shouted, “Whose there?” then the phone rang. Shock hit me like a bolt of electricity as I stepped closer to the phone picking it up. “H-hello?” The other end of the phone all that could be heard was shuffling then silence. “Jesus, Y/N are you going to answer the door? It’s fucking freezing.” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I let out a deep sigh closing the distance between me and the door allowing Stu to come in while closing the door behind him never realizing that I didn’t hear the door lock back. “Thanks for letting me in Y/N, it’s cold as fuck outside. I would have turned into an ice sculpture.” I let out a small giggle then look up at the 6’4 man with red rimmed eyes who was also looking down at my small frame. “I’m sorry Stu, it’s just.. I’m scared.. the killer called me.” He didn’t have an immediate reaction and I instantly regretted telling him about the call. Maybe he’s mad at me for putting him in danger and he’s going to leave. Those thoughts brought tears to my eyes and I tugged at his hand “S-Stu I’m so sorry.. I get it if you w-want to leave..” Stu did the unexpected and pulled me in for a hug and shushed me “oh, Y/N you have nothing to apologize for. I’m glad you called me. I’m here.. to help.” Apart from side hugs from Randy and hugs from Casey I’ve never been touched like this before. Not as intimate as he held me. My cheeks felt flushed as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “T-thank you Stu..” His cheeky grin made me smile, almost forgetting about the call that was made to me earlier this evening. “No need to worry, little dove.. you’ll be okay.”

Alarm bells were going off in my head, ‘little dove’ the killer called me little dove. I stood up rather quickly looking at Stu with wide eyes. “W-what did you say?” Stu bit his lip while walking towards me. “What you don’t like it.. little dove?” Tears were rolling down my face at this point, I made the grave mistake of turning and trying to bolt for the front door. When I got closer to the door a black figure with a ghostly white mask guarded the front door making it known that my grand escape was coming to a complete halt. I turned back to Stu who had a small smirk on his face as he opened his arms wide and looked at the masked killer. “Please don’t hurt me.. I don’t want to die.” I started walking back towards Stu, ‘surely he’ll protect me right?’ With each step I took Ghostface took a step towards me until I was pressed up against Stu’s firm chest. “That’s it little dove, come to daddy.” Tears were pouring down my face as I hiccuped. Stu’s arms wrapped around me as Ghostface trailed the sharp end of his knife up my arms. “Please..” I closed my eyes as the knife trailed over the tops of my night gown and collar bones. “Everything will be fine, little dove. Don’t you worry. We’ll take good care of you.” His words were almost threatening more than they were soothing. I opened my eyes to look up at Stu and slowly started to plot my escape from him. I ‘had’ to convince him that I was going to be good. The edge of the knife was finally lifted from my body and I looked up at the masked man noticing his stature, muscular build and about 6 foot tall. Clearly this wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. I was a lot shorter than both of them, my stride wasn’t as long as theirs but I’d die trying. I took a small step towards Ghostface, I had one thing that worked to my advantage I knew the layout of my house, they on the other hand, did not. I bolted in the direction of the kitchen towards the garage. Trying my best to stay quiet, keep my breathing in order so I didn’t tire my unathletic self out. It wasn’t long before I was hunted by both of them. I struggled getting the garage door open and as I’m opening the door the back of my nightgown was grabbed and the amount of force used caused the back of the gown to rip as I fell down on my ass. It was in that moment I knew I was ‘screwed’ Stu glided over to me and threw me over his shoulder, while he spanked my ass. “That, little dove will NOT happen again.” It wasn’t long before I was thrown onto the couch while Stu sat in front of me on the coffee table and the masked figure sat next to me slightly tilting his head. I started to cry harder, my gown falling off the tops of my shoulder which caught the attention of both. “Sweet little innocent dove, what are we going to do with you?” Stu’s hand reached for underneath my chin to tip my face towards him. “Please.. just leave.. I wont say anything to anyone.” I was going to plead until I was either dead or they were walking out that door. I heard a low growl come from the masked figure until the figure ripped his mask off of his face and I was met with chocolate brown eyes.. ‘no’ “Billy.. Billy why?” This must have sparked something deep within him because he reached out to the nape of my neck and caused me to whimper, “because little dove. We want you and every time we tried to talk to you we were blown off or ignored. So we had to fix it.”

It was true, the pair constantly tried to talk to me, but I was too nervous to hold conversation having two very handsome men trying to talk to me it was foreign territory. The only time I had ever been in their presence and felt safe was with Casey and Sidney when we had lunch at the fountain. I of course was consumed in whatever book I was reading at the time to keep up with their conversations. “We knew that we wouldn’t have you until we got rid of Casey. So princess now here we are..” Billy purred as Stu took my hand and traced small circles on my fingers. I had so many words I wanted to say but I couldn’t.. my vocabulary failed me. The only thing that fell from my lips were pleads and whispers of their names. “That’s not my name, little dove.” Billy cooed as his hands traced my arms moving the sleeve of my nightgown with him, “You can address me as Sir, this will be your only warning little dove.” “I just watched him as a nodded my head. “Words, Y/N we use our words.” He watched my every move, “y-yes sir..” Stu took my fingers and brought them to his mouth and placed small kisses to them grabbing my attention. “S-Stu? What are you doing?” His blue eyes pierced mine and I couldn’t decipher the look that he held but it made me feel very small. “Daddy. Daddy is just giving you kisses? Is that a crime, little dove?” He held so much emphasis on the first word of his reply. It wasn’t long before he took the tips of my index finger and middle finger into his mouth softly sucking. It felt like electricity surged through my tummy. “S-Stop.. please.” I shuffled as best as I could away from the pair but Billy grabbed the back of my neck hard forcing me to look at him. “Who the fuck told you that you could move? I sure as fuck didn’t. “Enough Stu. I won’t put up with her misbehavior.” Stu’s hold of my fingers loosened and he stood up. Billy pulled me up by my arms and threw me over his shoulder with ease. “I’m sorry.. I-I’m sorry Sir. Please. Please put me down. I’ll behave!” I was full blown crying at this point. This felt like the end. I messed up big time. After a couple of minutes I was flung down on a mattress with both men staring at me before slowly surveying the room. We were in my room and boy was I embarrassed. “damn princess, I see you’re the reason build a bear is still in business.” Stu grabbed one of my teddies and manipulated the arm to wave at me, if we weren’t in life or death situation right now I would have laughed and thought it was cute but I stayed silent and stone faced. Billy was the first to approach me pulling one of his knees down on the bed then the other as he crawled over to me. With each movement he made towards me I shuffled backwards until I was squished up against my headboard. “Sir.. please no..” Billy held a calloused smirk before running one of his hands up my legs forcing the fabric up towards my waist showing off my pretty pink panties with a little bow on the front. All that could be heard was my whimpers and my hand trying to force the fabric back down against his grip. “Princess. Daddy’s had enough. Stop fighting with Sir. You don’t want to make him angry. Don’t make me spank you.” I stopped fighting him out of fear. I looked at Billy and shook my head before releasing my grip on my gown while small tears fell against my cheek “Sir, I-I don’t want that..” Billy crawled up placing his hands level with my hips and brought his lips close to my ear whispering “I don’t give a fuck what you want anymore, little dove. You had your chance” His words broke me, the dam of tears finally broke. I was sobbing at this point I felt the bed shift again and Stu pet my hair while pressing a delicate kiss to my hairline. “Everything will be okay, princess. Stop fighting. We’ll take care of you.” A low laugh could be heard from Billy as he brought the knife to the front of my gown, panic set in and I let out a loud scream. “Please don’t. Please! Sir! NO!” Squeezing my eyes shut waiting for the impact of the knife to hit me, but it never did. Each second my brain became a little more fried.

The sound of fabric ripping brought me back to reality, I was exposed. Vulnerable in front of two of the most popular men in our high school. Little virgin me in front of two playboys. How humiliating, if I wasn’t going to die by their knife I was going to die from humiliation. “So fucking pretty, look Stu.” My small tits were now visible along with my panties. “Holy fuck Princess.. you’re fucking perfect.” Heat rushed to my cheeks as I tried to hide my face. “God, I need to touch them..” Stu’s hand grazed over my left boob to grab onto the right boob pinching my nipple before cupping my breast hard, causing me to let out a loud whine. “St--D-Daddy that hurts!” Billy let out a loud laugh and gripped the inside of my thighs, “Oh princess, we’re sorry.. how about a kiss to make it better?hm? “My eyes trailed Billy’s chocolate ones as he motioned for Stu to move his hand which rested on the other boob. Billy sat forward pressing his body into my legs as he took my nipple into his mouth giving it a small kiss before sucking it deeper into his mouth licking in small circles. Stu now kneading against my neglected breast causing an explosion in my tummy. “Please sir.. Stop.. I feel weird.” I small whimper left my lips as Billy began to suck harder ignoring my pleads. Stu’s grip loosened as he left out a chuckle. “Billy look. She’s fucking enjoying this.” Billy’s lips left my breast and his gaze lowered towards my waistline, my legs were parted wide with a full visual of my panties which were now soaked I felt betrayed. My body was working against me, both of them were in awe at the sight of me wet and at their mercy. Billy’s fingers brought themselves to the now wet patch in my panties swiping against my slit causing me to let out a loud whimper, “no. No. Sir please don’t touch there!” I tried to close my legs but Billy was too quick. He grabbed both of my legs and held them open taking a look at me and then over at Stu. “get a feel Stu, she’s so wet and warm.” Stu was like a kid in the candy store. He made his way down towards my core and pressed his index finger against my clit before swiping down my slit. Stu let out an audible sigh as I whimpered, thrashing side to side slightly. “Daddy no! Don’t touch there! PLEASE” I screamed causing Billy to slap the insides of my thighs. Fire filled my body at that point, my ears were now ringing and it felt like I was no longer in control of my body. I stopped fighting them, there was no point. I lost hope, there wasn’t anything that would stop their assault of my body.

Billy had placed a small kiss to the insides of my thighs as Stu rested his hand upon my clit, as much as I wanted to scream and bolt out of my bedroom I knew I’d never make it in time and I’d receive a grand amount of punishment. The pain was too much for me to handle all at once. I knew there would be bruises from where Billy had slapped against my skin, but part of me didn’t care anymore. I was already almost naked how much worse could it get? Billy’s brown eyes stared up at me while Stu had his focus on the warmth in between my legs, it was almost as if he were in a trance. “What do you think Stu? She obviously loves to scream, should we give her something to scream about?” Billy’s eyes darkened with desire as he spoke to Stu, a small grin appeared on his face as if he were able to read his thoughts. “I think it’d be nice to have our sweet little dove so fucked out the only thing she can do is scream.” My heart rate picked up while tears formed in my eyes “Sir?Daddy? Please no, I’ll be good. I-I don’t wannna do that..” Billy pulled my body off of the headboard and down into the center of the bed looking at me with hungry eyes, “I’m sorry princess, there’s no other way.. you don’t have another option.” Billy starts to slide his fingers under the waistline of my panties and starts to take them down my legs, my heart starts beating at a rate I don’t think I’ve ever reached before. This was panic, pure panic. “Daddy I’m scared..” I look at Stu, he had been more patient with me maybe he could make it stop. If I show him how obedient I can be maybe he’ll make it all go away. I had never been more wrong in my life. Stu looked at me with soft eyes and grabbed my chin in his hand, before whispering “There’s nothing to be scared of little dove, it’ll feel really good and once you feel his tongue all over your pussy you’ll never want him to stop.” Before I could object Billy’s tongue was flat against my clit giving long strokes coating my already wet slit with his saliva. My hand found its place on top of Stu’s crying out for him to make it stop. My eyes were trained on Stu while his were on Billy and my pussy, little whimpers escaped my lips and that caught Billy’s attention; his pace at quickened and he started sucking on my clit taking one of his hands and massaging the inside part of my thigh while the other was placed at my entrance making small circles rimming the already wet hole. My eyes shot over to Billy “SIR! Please! Nothing inside! Please!” The devilish smirk that appeared on his lips while he teased my clit scared me. Everything stopped. I thought it was over. Until I looked up at Stu his gaze fell on me as he leaned down and kissed my lips softly before pulling back. “Princess, it’ll feel so good, I promise.. let us show you how it feels to be seen, how good it feels to get the attention you deserve. I promise it’ll feel so good once Billy puts his fingers inside.” Billy had placed a small wet kiss to my clit before slipping the tip of his middle finger inside my wet cunt causing me to take a deep breath in, Stu pet my hair with one of his hand and the other massaged my breast. At this point I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, it felt like I couldn’t even breathe anymore. “ I need you to breathe princess. Just relax, let us take care of you. Just trust us..” Within a few seconds Billy put more of his finger inside of me and I slipped and let out a small moan as my brows furrowed together. It hurt, a lot. His thick finger stretched out my walls the farther they went inside me until they reached his end knuckle. “There you go princess.. you’re doing so well.” A tear fell down my cheek as I gripped onto Stu harder. “Please Daddy make it stop hurting!” Stu looked over at Billy and the unspoken words made the room grow heavy, Billy’s tongue found its way back against my clit licking and sucking at an almost therapeutic pace. The discomfort slowly faded to the back of my mind while my whimpers filled the room with the sound of my wetness. “S-Sir please..” I never registered it leaving my mouth but Billy did.

If Billy were lost deeper into thought he wouldn’t have heard my plead but he did. Not only did he hear it so did Stu, my eyes screwed shut while gripping onto Stu I was unaware that Stu seconds away from sucking on my nipple, the element of surprise took me over the edge before I could even register what happened I was cumming. Billy let out a loud guttural moan lapping at the juices that came out of me. “Jesus Princess, you taste so fucking good. Stu you have to taste this” Stu pushed one of my legs above him and billy mimicked the same pattern as I started to pant trying to catch my breath. Billy’s fingers never left the inside of my cunt but now Billy and Stu took turns lapping at the juices which seem to just freely flow. Moans and whimpers left my lips before Billy added his index finger to meet his middle one and I tensed up causing myself to scream. “Ow! Sir!” Billy let a soft bite meet one of my pussy lips causing me to look down at him “It wouldn’t hurt if you just laid there like a good fucking girl and didn’t tense up everytime we tried to please you. Stop being ungrateful.” I don’t know why his words hurt me so bad but it brought tears to my eyes while I stumbled over my words, “I- I’m sorry Sir..” ‘Have a truly lost my mind? It feels like it’ Billy hummed in approval while he and Stu continued their assault on my clit while Billy curled his fingers up against my sweet spot which caused my back to arch off of the bed and moan out ‘Sir’ and ‘Daddy’ over and over until the vibrations stopped. I had came for the second time tonight and they truly seemed like they weren’t going to back out anytime soon. “God Billy she does taste so fucking good.. I don’t think I can take anymore teasing though” They silently looked at each other then back up at me “Who do you want inside that sweet pussy first princess?”

‘Did I just hear that right? No there’s no way..’ My brain was short circuiting the heat rose to my cheek while mumbling out looking over at Billy and Stu. “I- uhm- I thought you were already inside me already Sir..” a soft moan left Billy’s lips “No, angel.. that was nothing compared to what comes next..” Billy caresses my cheek while looking deep in my eyes “Maybe Stu should do it, yeah? He’ll be more gentle with you. Then you can suck my dick and I can train you properly princess.” Swallowing my saliva became difficult it felt like I was already going to choke. “What’s the matter, Princess?” Tears started to form again causing me to let out a small hiccup. “I’m really scared Sir..” Billy presses a small kiss to my lips while whispering softly “I’ll talk to you angel, while daddy takes that sweet innocences from you.” My eyes trained towards Daddy and nods slowly while watching as he gets up frantically taking off his jacket and shirt revealing his toned chest which leaves me in awe. Sir smirks while whispering in my ear, “I know princess, isn’t that a great view?” Sir leans back and starts to take off his shirt as well and my eyes dart from both men in front of me. “Holy cow…” Daddy starts to take off his pants with his boxers and I watch as his dick slaps up against his pelvis and my jaw drops. “There is NO way.. no way!” While my gaze is stuck on Daddy I never noticed how Sir quickly undressed until he started kissing and nibbling on my neck. Soft moans left my lips as Daddy slipped in between my legs, I looked over at Sir and my gaze when down to his dick, it was thicker than Daddy’s and definitely had more ridges while Daddy’s was slightly longer and not as thick. Both equally as mesmerizing and terrifying. “How.. do you think it’ll fit?” Stu reached up to caress my cheek while smirking “We make it fit little dove.” He teased the tip of his dick at the entrance of my pussy before pushing the head in slowly. It ‘truly’ took my breath away. Moans left daddy’s lips while my hand finds sir’s forearm to anchor myself “Daddy! Help!” Daddy’s hand reaches down to my clit and rubs sloppy circles “This will help princess I promise” Small whines left my lips trying my best not to tense too much because of the pain, he pushes in deeper not filling my cunt completely but enough to reach resistance. Sir starts to stroke his already hard dick and moans while watching my face contort from the amount of pain that I feel. A loud scream leaves my lungs while I start to hyperventilate. “Daddy! Please it hurts.” Stu’s brain isn’t focused on my pleads anymore, it’s pretty evident when he thrusts his hips up against the resistance causing him to fully fill me. My head throws forward while screaming as loud as I can before Sir shoves his dick down my throat causing me to choke. “Shhh, it’s okay princess.. just take this.. and suck. It’ll make it feel so much better.” Moans were filling the room from both men while Daddy started to configure his pace to find the perfect rhythm against my cervix causing me to whine against Sir’s dick . Daddy’s hands found their place against my hips pulling my body towards him with each thrust. It wasn’t long before I was choking and gagging on Sir’s dick earning loud grunts from his lips, everything started to feel euphoric, the pleasure had finally taken over. “Fuck if she clenches around me again, I’ll fucking blow..” Whimpering as I hold one hand on Daddy and the other on Sir’s dick that couldn’t fit in my mouth I lost myself I felt like knowing my name wasn’t possible. I circled my tongue against the tip of Sir’s dick and took as much as I could as Daddy was thrusting into me at an unforgiving pace I eventually lost it. I turned my head to the side and screamed out in pleasure. It was to the point where the climaxes were overwhelming and painful. “Fuck! I’m cumming princess! Going to fill you up so good.” Next thing I know I feel warm sticky liquid fill my womb as Stu let out loud moans. “That’s it princess, take all of it like a good girl.” My brain was numb.

Sir noticed how fucked out I was from absolutely nothing and he pressed a light kiss to my forehead before pulling Stu away from my body and slotting himself in between my legs before pushing into my warm used cunt. “Jesus princess, you feel heavenly.” Sir’s pace was slower yet deeper and his thick dick kissed my cervix with each thrust. All I could do was moan and hold onto his wrists as they held my waist. His moans were hypnotic and I was tumbling over the edge yet again, “gonna… cum.. sir” His movement halted completely leaving me to whine at the sudden halt “you. Do. Not. Cum. Without. Me.” Each time he spoke he thrusted deep within and it took everything in my not to just lose it, I could already barely function as it was. But I obeyed as best as I could. Billy’s pace quickened and had become very sloppy, he was close after all the hard work done sucking his dick paid off, what I didn’t know was he was so horny from my lack of experience that he could have come just from how I fumbled fitting his large dick in my mouth but he knew that he needed to cum in that pretty pussy. “Cum with me princess, do it now!” He was demanding and I was submitting. His words threw me off the cliff that my climax was on leaving me screaming his name, not noticing the mistake I made by not addressing him properly. I didn’t care. His warm seed filled me along with Stu’s and I felt overwhelmingly full. “Your little fucking mistake is forgiven because you were screaming my name.” I was left breathless and Billy pulled out slowly watching how I just laid in the bed not able to move a single muscle.

It didn’t take the men long to get fully dressed again, Stu covered my limp body up with a blanket and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Sleep tight princess, we’ll see you soon.” All I could do was nod, I wasn’t about to give in to my thoughts of asking them to stay even though I didn’t want them to leave I knew they had to. The pair left my line of sight and I counted the amount of steps they took until they reached the front door. It broke me, not because the events that happened tonight but the fact of how fucked we all are now. My eyes became to droop and my last thought became ‘what happens now?’

[blasphemousclaw]

Idk if you plan on doing the "questions-about-character-x" list yet, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Marika (maybe with a side of Radagon but mostly the golden strumpet).

• favorite thing about them

nothing hits me harder than characters who lash out because of the injustice or suffering they’ve endured… there’s something so cathartic about characters who make their pain and anger felt in the world in a tangible and consequential way. Marika is this character to me!! I think it’s so powerful to introduce her as an all-powerful goddess, keeping her at a distance as this enigmatic figure who shaped the world as it is today and then shattered it, and then to humanize her by showing us where she comes from and what she went through… she was never just a cold, distant, uncaring deity, but a person, with very human motivations and flaws. learning her backstory gives us so much context for why she did the things that she did and gives us the opportunity to feel close to her and empathize with her… I think she was always sympathetic in the base game, but she still felt so distant, so I really love how the dlc fleshed her out and made her character so accessible

• least favorite thing about them

this isn’t even about her, but about how the fanbase has responded to her writing in the dlc because like dear god

it almost makes me want to avoid content of her which sucks because I really like her LOL

• favorite line

“Hear me, Demigods. My children beloved. Make of thyselves that which ye desire. Be it a Lord. Be it a God. But should ye fail to become aught at all, ye will be forsaken. Amounting only to sacrifices...”

absolutely fascinating quote… we don’t really know the context, so there’s many different ways to interpret it… Marika urging her children to become a lord or a god is interesting, because when she deposed the Gloam-Eyed Queen and removed Destined Death from the Elden Ring, it seemed like she was fighting hard to stay in power and to become “Eternal,” but her children succeeding her would necessarily end her reign? This also almost seems like she’s encouraging conflict between her children… there can only be one god and one lord, after all. we don’t know when the quote was spoken, but it almost seems to reference Ranni’s sacrifice of Godwyn on her path to godhood on her own terms? is this a warning? is it a challenge? is it just the words of an extremely jaded and cynical goddess?

• brOTP, ОТР

ok I’m gonna do away with this format here because I just want to list some of her relationships that I really like without having to categorize them:

Marika and Messmer: the dynamic of Marika being a god-queen whose grace is blinding, and her son being born cursed with a serpent of the lightless abyss is so good… him taking up the crusade on her behalf, of his own volition, because he hates how he was born so deeply and will do anything to try to atone for something that isn’t even his fault, committing horrors in her name, is SOOOO

Marika and Radagon: I love pondering where one of them starts and the other begins, how they have opposite goals and worldviews but exist in the same being. really good

Marika and Rennala: I wouldn’t call it an otp but I like it as a ship. Marika being the one to steal away Rennala’s husband, but she actually IS her husband. unparalleled dynamic

• nОТР

there arent any Marika ships I’ve seen that I dislike

• random headcanon

I think she was horrified and disgusted by Morgott and Mohg AND she loved them still. omen babies would have their horns cut off, usually causing them to die, but omen babies born of royalty did not have their horns cut off, so they were allowed to live… I love the idea that Marika couldn’t bear to sentence her children to death, but she also couldn’t bear to look at them because of her past, so they were confined to the Shunning Grounds

• unpopular opinion

*cracks knuckles*

SO MANY people have the wrong idea about her. you’ve got people saying everything she did was justified, she didn’t go far enough, “total hornsent death” etc etc. and on the other hand you’ve got people saying the dlc writing is terrible because it’s excusing Marika for her crimes, it’s baiting you to feel bad for the hornsent and then pulling a plot twist that actually, they were evil and Marika was good the whole time!

both of these interpretations are flawed because the story is not arguing that the hornsent are fundamentally evil people, and it is not arguing that Marika is now blameless because of what she suffered. the story is rife with moments of sympathy for the hornsent’s suffering and examples of the crusade’s inexcusable cruelty, and so much of what’s in the base game showcases the cruelty that Marika’s Order has inflicted. just because the story is giving Marika a sympathetic reason for why she is the way she is does not mean that these facts cease to exist! sympathy for Marika, sympathy for the hornsent, and condemnation for the Golden Order’s and the crusade’s crimes can all exist in the story at the same time!!!!!

• song i associate with them

…how about this: if anyone has a song in mind, leave it in the replies or tags!

• favorite picture of them

Ranni holding her head u_u

[maccreadysbaby]

Do you still do writing tips?? Cause I need tips on writing a child (12/13) who’s been trained to be living weapon their whole life??

OH MY GOD YES. I LOVE YOU.

this is a massive post I’m sorry

Writing a Child Who was Raised to be a Weapon

tw just for abuse, eating disorders, and the like mentioned below

NOW. This is one of my favorite archetypes used in modern media, if you couldn’t tell by my batfamily oc insert (little mister was-only-kept-alive-to-destroy-bruce-wayne. hi there, bentley, love you!)

While this is a very compelling and interesting type of character to create and flesh out, it’s easy to brush over some of the inner dialogue and thought patterns these children would have, because most people irl don’t have them. (Unless you were raised as a super assassin, in which case, please don’t kill me, and I love you)

The bottom line is, the characters entire personality and dynamic with other people relies on what background you give them. And that’s where I come in! Hi, I’m maccreadysbaby, and I’m going to propose some of the routes you can take in writing these cute little (deadly) guys!

COMMUNICATION ↴

none of these children are going to communicate normally, because they aren’t normal. they weren’t raised with a family, or good support system. they might:

be terrified of others. slow to trust. especially if you’re writing a child who was abused when they failed. for example, my oc, bentley, was horrified to be in proximity with any of bruce wayne’s family because he was afraid they would hurt him like his father did. he was afraid to cry in front of them, afraid to admit he was tired or sick or scared, afraid to ask for help, afraid to speak first, because it was all things he’d gotten punished for before. they might also have a terrible relationship with failure, because failure brings pain, and could potentially crumble if they fail or think they’re going to fail whatever they’re doing. (a mission, an assassination, or simple things like a school test or a task someone asked them to complete.) maybe they’re really good at holding it together and pretending they aren’t scared, but after all, they’re just kids. the cracks in their mask are gonna show one way or another.

shut people out. this could be from fear, or from being taught relationships are bad and makes them weak and vulnerable. they might not communicate because they don’t want to have another potential weak spot. they might keep their distance, stay quiet, not come out often. they might come across as cold and heartless, but it’s really them just trying to protect themselves, be it from pain, from the idea of eventual heartbreak, etc. but there is a problem with shutting people out, and it’s that they’re also shutting themselves in, like a prison. kids who choose to shut people out and bottle up everything they feel are slightly more prone to emotional outbursts and breakdowns. especially if they’re fairly young.

learn different ways to communicate, such as sign language, their actions, body language, etc. they won’t do it like everybody else and that’s okay! you can take so many liberties with this. maybe they make origami swans and leave them on the nightstands of people they decide they like. maybe they highlight lines in books and leave them places to tell someone how they feel. maybe they’re an absolute little jerkhole that’s mean to everyone because they weren’t taught how to do it any differently. maybe they’re insanely submissive people-pleasers that do everything asked of them because they were created to take orders. the possibilities are endless. go on an adventure!

be overly trusting. you typically see this in characters on the younger end of the spectrum, but you can drag it up into teenagers, too. a child that’s been abused or suppressed in any way, physically, emotionally, or mentally might decide they wholeheartedly trust the first person who is nice to them, who doesn’t cause them pain. there might even be a little bit of lag time between the meeting and the kindness and the trusting, but when it comes, it comes full force to the face. they’d trust these people to protect their lives and might even cling to them, or run to them as an escape from whoever raised them. (assuming they are afraid of the people who raised them.) they might even allow themselves to open up and become more than just a human weapon in the presence of these lucky folks.

believe that they’re superior to everyone else. obviously they are a higher class, a finer type of person. they can kill in seconds, they’re a master at martial arts, they can have an adult wrapped around their finger within the first minute of meeting them, they can make a person cave with a single sentence, they’re just better. better than all these civilians who let their emotions get in the way, who let other people walk all over them and boss them around. they’re too good for that. this is also a great one to add in some angst. arrogance and pride are often founded on the feelings of uselessness, worthlessness, or that they can’t (or don’t deserve to) be loved. it’s like a defense mechanism. no one likes me — obviously it’s because of my blindingly obvious superiority. they’re so much better that they don’t need love, kindness, care. (but yes, they actually do. they’ll probably break down crying or throw someone across the room the moment it’s given because it opens their eyes to the fact that they’re literally freaking starving for it like they haven’t eaten in their entire lives. my GOD give these kids a hug.)

FOOD ↴

i know this seems random, but it’s something you need to know about your character because it heavily impacts their mental state, mannerisms, energy, and health. chances are being raised as a weapon, they won’t have a stable relationship with food or eating. here are some examples of how you could make them!

refusing to eat. if your child character has had bad experiences in the past regarding food, such as someone using food to manipulate them (if you don’t do this you don’t get food.), torture them (purposefully feeding them something that makes them sick or have an allergic reaction, even poisoned food.), or if there are bad memories tied to eating (always getting fed before terrible missions, or before days locked somewhere, torture sessions, punishments, etc.) your child may not want to eat at all. after all, these are still just kids and they’re going to try and avoid everything that can trigger negative feelings, memories, or circumstances. if food is one of them, your other characters are probably going to have to help reassure them that they can eat and need to (if they’re in the presence of nice characters.) if you’re wanting to go a more severe route, you can even write them getting diagnosed with anorexia (an eating disorder that heavily involves not eating at all.) but of course, you don’t have to. (i didn’t.) just remember, they are growing kids and are going to be hungry whether they like it or not. but they will try to hide it if hunger has been used against them, which is a good point for hurt/comfort writing, since hunger can cause anything as small and embarrassing as their stomach growling loudly in front of everybody to severe stomach cramps (like your organs being tied in a terribly tight knot), vomiting, and fainting. all things considered, you can take a more severe route, or just write about them working with the help of friends to get up to a better food intake level and higher weight.

struggling to eat. if your child has not been fed properly for most or all of their lives, and then are put into a homelife where they have food at their disposal, they still might struggle with it. (for example, my character, bentley, was severely starved by his father for the first ten years of his life and when he gets put into a new home, he struggles to eat much at all and sometimes feels sick when he eats ‘too much’, even though he should be eating more in general.) of course, this comes with a host of complications and all the symptoms that come with malnutrition, not to mention that they won’t even be close to the size they’re supposed to be. (bentley was the size of a 6-7 year old at the ages of 9&10.) this is similar to the last bullet point in the sense that you can go the more serious anorexia route, or the kind people helping them stay on track route

over-eating. this one is more common for youngsters who didn’t have access to food most of their lives, but it wasn’t used against them or withheld from them by another person. (a good example would be a child trained in an area where people routinely don’t have access to food.) this is highly derived from food insecurity, where they think they have to eat everything they’re given because they don’t know when they’ll eat next. (this can also be used for characters in the bullet point above.) this also can cause health issues and routine sickness. (for example, my character, asten (11yrs), who lived in a poverty stricken part of his city and barely ate outside of school, routinely eats himself sick when he has access to food because he’s been starving without it.) this food insecurity can also lead to extreme emetophobia (fear of vomiting) because they don’t want to lose what they do have in them, which can pose a massive problem when this child is either so empty or so full that they need to throw up. so, if they’re put into a household where they have access to food, it might be a constant stream of stomach aches and nights spent in the bathroom while the person helps reassure them that they will always have food and they don’t have to eat it all now. (sorry this is gross but it needs to be said.)

here is a drabble that i wrote recently involving a malnourished child due to poverty, with his internal dialogue and thought processes, if that will help any of you.

ANXIETY / PTSD ↴

oh boy. these kids will have it, given how they’ve been raised. the question is in how they treat it and deal with it.

hiding it. maybe they were trained to see fear and anxiousness as weakness. the flinch when someone moves too fast, the tightness in their chest at a certain noise, the inability to breathe if they see someone’s face, they’re going to hide it because their fine and they’re tough. no one has to know that they have nightmares every night and cry when they’re alone. you can even extend this into anxiety/asthma/panic attacks that they keep hidden. (typically by leaving social settings when they feel it coming on.) no one has to know that they’re so weak. they might lash out in anger or irritation if they’re routinely asked if they’re okay because they need these people to back off before they fall apart in front of them. they might have little mannerisms that other people might notice for calming or showing anxiety, like biting their nails, bouncing their leg, pinching themselves, quietly doing breathing exercises, etc. PTSD will come more like nightmares and anxiety attacks and flashbacks, and they can’t always hide those no matter how much they want to. the severity of anxiety and PTSD depends on how graphic you make their backstory. (for example, my character, bentley, has nightmares of being abused, which he breaks down crying after. in his instances, he’s never alone. similarly, he once started crying when he saw christmas decorations similar to those his abuser used to have, and he has his first anxiety attack when he sees his abuser in public) you can keep the character secretive about it or let them have a big old breakdown in front of someone else, your choice.

not hiding it at all. if they’re with someone they trust, they might just let loose. (that’s what happened to bentley once he learned his new family didn’t care if he looked weak and wanted to help him) they might tell someone when they’re feeling scared or anxious or bad in any way. they might just cry right in front of them when they have to and have attacks with someone close and all the things because they’re not alone anymore and these people want to help. it might take a while for them to get to this point, and no one blames them. (for example, bentley was really anxious for school so he went to his new guardians room in the middle of the night) and remember, any steps these kiddos take closer to asking for help is HUGE! make sure your other characters encourage them and let them know they’re proud for reaching out :)

keep in mind that if they’ve never been talked to about it, they might have no freaking clue what’s going on if they have an attack of some sort, and will probably need someone to explain to them what’s going on and that they aren't going to die.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk! If you have more specific questions send them in anon!

[loveisfriendship]

Are you wifi?

Author’s Note: As a celebration of the return of my creativity. And as this is one of my stories which still gets a lot of love, I wanted to give "Are you Cinderella?" a part 2.

Can’t believe this one is from 2018. Time flies.

Enjoy!

Love,

Lis

A couple days after your spontaneous Pick-up-Line challenge, you were all on a lookout. While you and Danny were in a car together and Chin and Kelly as well. Steve was with Lou. You were all just talking about Valentins Day, and how horrible they went for most of you.

“Maybe Danny could have used some of the pick-up lines that we heard a few days ago.” Chin chimed in, making everyone laugh, you even more when you not only heard Dannys groan but saw him through his head back against the seat. 

“Please don’t remind them.” Danny said.

“Oh, I heard of the best ones.” Lou chimed in.

“I have some of my one, you know.” He adds, and all of you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No, Lou. Now is not the time.” Danny retorts at the same time as you say “Oh please, tell us.” The other also encouraging him.

“My wifes favourite was `I'd like to take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring in your own snacks.’” Lou says, making everyone crack up.

“I like it a bit more smooth, so my favorite is ‘Is it OK if I follow you out of here? My parents always told me to follow my dreams.’” He continues, causing everyone to ohh and ahh.

“I heard a new one, from a friend the other night. ‘Your middle name must be Gillette. Because you're the best a man can get!’” Chin chims in.

“What? That’s really just awful.” Kelly replies, but laughs nonetheless.

“Hey Steve.” You say, making Danny groand already, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah?” Steves answers.

“Know what's on the menu tonight?”

“What?” he says, and you can hear the Kelly can barely hold it together.

“Me-N-U.”

Everyone burst out laughing.

“Hey baby?” Steve says.

“Yes.” You answer, smiling and looking at Danny.

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want to hear it.” He says.

“Are you wi-fi? Cause I'm totally feeling a connection.” Steve says anyway.

While everyone still chuckles, Danny looks at you.

“What? Smile Danno. It’ll do you good.” You say, nudging his shoulder.

“You think the one I have would have helped me with Melissa?” he asks you, making you gasp.

“Please Danno, let us hear it.” Steve says, everyone being completely silent, waiting on Danny’s line.

“If I had to rate you from 1 to 10, I'd give you a 9, because I'm the 1 you're missing.” He finally says.

Everyone whistles and Lou says “That’s even smoother than mine.” Followed by many “wow Danny.”’s by the others.

You take his hand and look him in the eyes. “Danny… That line?” you asks, making him hum, looking at you. “That would have been 100% better than what you gave her.” You say, bursting into a laugh, while Danny tries to tickle you.

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[fenrislorsrai]

Fandom Trumps Hate- Good Omens Offerings

this is a non-exhaustive list because there are so many Good Omens offerings. These are just Discord pals that were go "aaaaaaaaaaa what if nobody bids on me!?!?!?!"

well, then what if I give you the opposite problem and EVERYONE bids on you. AHAHAHAHAHA. Chaos for a good cause! my favorite!

Read the full offering for details. I've just given a super quick summary and additional fandoms they do if you're going "I hunger for CROSSOVER" plus said nice things about them. HAHAHAHA. YOU HAVE TO ACCEPT MY COMPLIMENTS NOW!

Get art or words as a gift for your favorite fandom for a charity donation! Fandom Trumps FAQ on how it all works. @fandomtrumpshate

Dorli-+ Legend of Zelda, Avatar The Last Airbender- illustration, banner, or book cover -- up to M rating - does trans/nb characters, f/f ships - absolutely the softest, squishiest looking character work. get the most huggable version of characters. (or squishy AND hot. ohohohoho)

SassishMoon- illustration up to E rating- does trans/nb characters, f/f ships -special note, I got art for Moon last year and it was fabulous. also have a collab coming out in a zine and it is HOT HOT HOT.

WarGoddess- + FullMetal Alchemist- Illustration up to E rating- interested in angst, unhappy endings, genderbending- lovely textures. beautiful skins tones and absolutely fabulous wings.

Sightkeeper- illustration up to E rating- option for comic page if bid goes high enough!- interested in trans & nonbinary characters- Delicious line work and delightful facial expressions. also: monsters

TheRavenMuse - 5-10K fic up to E rating- make it dark, make it weird! and by weird, has done Bentley/Bookshop smut. TIME FOR CRACK.

contritecactite- + Final Fantasy: VII, XII, XV, Ace Attorney 5-10K fic up to E OR 5K podfic of your work up to M rating- interested in trans & nonbinary character, F/F, polyships, and canon compliant/fill in the gap in canon type fics- go get you some RADIO omens. and Book Omens. writes very caring stuff... and sometimes caring is a good healing fuck.

accidentaldemon- under 5k up to E rating- interested in polyships, trans & nonbinary characters, and humans AUs- do you need some Crowley & Young Shadwell fic? AccidentalDemon has you covered.

TawnyOwl- 5-10K up to E rating- loves AUs where they meet and find they're perfect for each other in a new and special way.

SeedsofWinter +Our Flag Means Death + Venture Brothers- Fan Labor for up to E rating. (length depends on final bid value) Deep content editor. Goes way beyond the basic spelling and grammar check. This is a draft editor to help fill in missing scenes and fix pacing. Has run several zines as the editor! Interested in trans /nb characters, polyships, f/f, reader insert, unhappy endings, and RARE PAIRS.

Ngk_is_cool - under 5K up to T- TV or Book Omens! time for all those secondary character to shine! anything but a/c. especially interested in ace and queerplatonic relationships. do you want a fic with some footnotes like the book?

Shaninal- under 5K up to M rating- A/C in some canon complaint fluff and humor. OR beta read for 5-10K up to E rating for Good Omens, Percy Jackson, or Miraculous Lady Bug

EdosianOrchids- 3 options! 2 soft & fluffy up to 5K and one 5-10K hurt/comfort. TV or Book Omens. especially known for chronic pain, disability, and PTSD focused fics. Come and get some HEALING and comfort for the chronic issues. also does aspc fics.

HKBlack- 10-20K up to E rating. Interested in trans/nb characters. Love AUs with a happy ending. THERE WILL BE PUNS. SO MANY PUNS

This is only a partial sampling go see the whole Good Omens tag

and if you are have a gomens offering not listed here, feel free to add in reblogs! Let's give some charities some money!

[bronx-bomber87]

I know we’re all struggling with this endless hiatus and the lack of new content, so I thought it would be fun to resurrect the #chenfordchats that were circling around the fandom earlier this year. We previously did a question on favorite Tim Bradford quotes, so this time let’s do Lucy! What are your favorite 3-5 (or more if you want) Lucy Chen quotes from the entire series 😊

This does feel endless doesn't it? Not sure why this hiatus has felt longer than when we had the writers strike. That didn't have an end date for a long time. We have one for this one and it's felt worse. Probably because of all the BTS being withheld for now. We're all starving for content of any kind they'll give us. They've been restricted from sharing much of anything. So we're going little stir crazy. 47 days to go LOL We can do it.

This was not easy because these asks never are but always fun. Appreciate the challenge of them. Here we go. These aren't in any particular order BTW. Except by season cause I can't help but organize it. So maybe they are in a specific order ha But not one of ranking by any means. Also I'm not so good at staying within the numbers lmao I suck at it really. So I just did ones I love and I'm probably forgetting some I love but hopefully not.

If I am missing any feel free to do this as well or let me know your favs in the comments. Also these come with commentary cause I am me after all ahaha Was hard to find quotes I love that aren't just Chenford related but Lucy too if that makes sense. That's real hard cause they're so intertwined lol Anyways this is my crack at it please enjoy and don't hesitate to comment should you like to. Also feel free to participate as well more fun when people join in :)

1x01-What's not to love about her opening line as a character? So confident and ready to go. Look at her. Love everything about this line. Confidence rolling off her as she says. Hasn't been squashed yet by her future soulmate....

1x03-I LOVE this line for how it lands with Tim. But mainly we get to see the early sparks of confident Lucy putting Tim in his place. Standing up for herself. Because if she doesn't her career is going up in flames along with Tim's epic flameout. Telling him like it is and I love her for it.

1x07-Another amazing line that lands so well. This is an iconic scene but this line right here. This IMO is what keeps Tim from crossing that line. It's so spot on. She went out on a major limb and it pays off. Just love this line in particular.

2x01-Are we sensing a theme? LOL It was accidental. But I do love Lucy putting my boy in his place when warranted. Standing up for herself in the process. Straight up owns his ass in this argument with dem fighting words. Love her for it.

2x08-Always love watching her fierce loyalty come out despite rank. heh I love this line. Because once again calling someone out on their crap. Why we love our girl so much isn't it? So many reasons but this is definitely one of them.

2x10-Our poor girl so very frustrated with dating especially as a cop. This is an epic line that I don't think gets enough love. Cracks me up so much.

2x11-Love me some BAMF Lucy. It's one of my favs. The fierceness she shows not only saying this line. But making sure she makes eye contact with Caleb when she delivers it. I love her so much. We all know how true this statement ended up.

3x05-This seems like two quotes in one cause it kinda is. Already breaking the rules as is so here we are haha Fiercely protective Lucy reporting for duty with this quote. Loved it so much. She gonna beat your ass Stanton.

3x07-This line will never cease to crack me up. She owns his ass this entire episode really. It's one giant mic drop for her. This one is one of my all time favs of that ep and in general. I dare you to watch that scene let alone that ep and not be laughing.

4x16-Her reply to Tim's reaction makes me cackle. Her comedic timing is perfection. She is fed up with her hubby at this point and it makes me laugh so much. Goes from playful to over it immediately.

4x22-Lucy's reaction to Juicy is an all time fav. She was having fun messing with Tim over Dim till then. Her replies are so funny I love this quote for how much it makes me laugh every time. She is disturbed and not having fun anymore. LOL

5x12-Such an iconic way to drive her point home with this epic line. No more needed to be explained after this line. I adore this quote and the way she delivers it to Tim.

Lucy Chen is me when i'm prepping for anything with my anxiety. This cracked me up so very hard. Also couldn't find a gif of this glorious line. So just edited down a gif I did ha but I adore this line for how much I related with it LOL She is me when I am prepping.

That's all folks. Hope you enjoyed my rambles. Feel free to comment or do your own that would be fun to see others do it as well. Best part of fandom doing stuff like this. Seeing what everyone loves.

[kkalimarii]

GOD IS GOOOOOOODD 🤭 GOD IS GOOOD!! BOOM SHACKALACKAAA cause in this situation I devour yiur leech twins art AND THERE PARENTS GOD DAMN

ANYWAYS DO YOU HAVE ANY CUTE OR SMALL DETAILS YOU HAVE EVER DRAWN IN ANY OF YOUR ART PIECES?! Its my fav thing to see or figure out about artists to see if they added any cute or small details or acessories as extra parts! Continue to work and draw hard! I aspire to be as awesomesauce like you!!

AAAAAAAA TYSM LOVE 🥹 u are freaking AWESOMESAUCE the way that you already are right now

i wish i could say that i have a special quirk…but im unfortunately kind of a boring person 😓…

maybe i can interest you with patterns i have while drawing and what i consider when drawing specific characters?

while i draw:

-can i be honest? i have no idea what i’m doing. when i render hair (especially if im faded) its like i blink and then i did all of it. don’t know how i did it, i couldnt give a tutorial if i tried

-i like to add saturated red lines randomly to everything! i know there are rules to this, but when it comes to my art i sort of yolo everything (i really shouldn’t). does it look good or does it look bad when i place it here? thats really the only question i consider, but usually it’s in areas where i notice the coloring is repetitive, and it needs an outline to make it pop.

-twst taught me this first, but i really like adding a light blue to where a dark shadow will be. for example, in hair (for the back of it) i like to add a lighter blue instead of darkening the shadow, imo, it makes it less repetitive and pop out more

-my favorite (well, i hate actually doing them, it takes ages) types of pieces when i finish them, are the ones with multiple poses of a character and then a chibi interaction! like with jade’s halloween outfit, i envisioned floyd helping him get his hair done, waking up at the crack ass of dawn (tired as fuck)

-my artwork is very blue… i just love using blue most of the time. for the saturated color laying overtop an already blue toned black dress? yeah it’s gonna be blue. the back of the hair? light blue. i just feel like it’s the easiest color to use for shading 💀

-i don’t usually draw a white dot to represent light in the eyes. the only reason i specifically talk about this is because i TRY. i always try adding a white dot and no matter what i don’t like it. no clue why

-i rarely post line-art/sketches (in comparison to my fully rendered art), this is because i fix EVERYTHING when i render. the anatomy, the hair, the posing. i can’t see my mistakes until it’s halfway done in full color and almost completed shading 😓

-(random complaint): i’m noticing a problem where the colors seem super saturated in procreate and then it just becomes really dulled down when i post it…idk whats wrong with my eyeballs

character design:

-for leech mom: i really try to balance her sexy, scary side with her cute, bubbly mom side. when i first made her, i never even considered making a leech dad. i just thought, “jade and floyd’s mom would probably be super hot…” and that’s how she was made ^^. pearls are always a must on her, i think in every piece i have of her so far she’s wearing pearls in some way. the idea of her that i always go in with when i draw her is that she’s supposed to come off as someone that would converse very cheerily, have an upbeat attitude, but you there’s something that intimidates you about her… she gives off: will smile kindly while tearing your heart out

-jade and floyd: i like to give jade a darker blue palette than floyd! maybe my eyes decieve me, but i always feel like jade’s hair looks a darker shade of teal… i could be tripping. also, i do try to take into account most times that jade has broader shoulders and floyd is slightly taller! this is just a random tidbit lol, it never affects much really. also, i do make them more muscular whenever i draw them. i know they’re lanky and i love them the way that they are but it’s just a personal preference (along with the fact that they both eat very well and are extremely active? like….) i also prefer drawing their teeth larger

-leech dad: i’m glad i came to the current design of leech dad, but i was freaking looooost when i redesigned him. the first time i made him, i hated it while drawing it. it was more of a, “whatever i drew the mom now i have to draw the dad..”. but now, i can say with 80% confidence i’m happy with the way he is. he was supposed to be more of a navy, but that navy is now mixed with tones of purple, because i can’t move the slider more towards cyan, he’ll just end up looking like leech mom. he had to also be cool toned, his kids have teal hair, so he can’t diverge from that too much right? it’s be weird if he had mostly warm tones in his palette… the things i think about when designing leech dad are: expensive (same with leech mom), old money, hot but slightly psycho looking face, looks like he has a hobby of collecting watches, but surprisingly a guy that’s not extremely moody (cough his wife and son) and well tempered

both him and his wife are giants. i hope that i properly convey that as well 🤣

[tachiharastanacc]

hello fellow tachi fan, do you have any tachi fic recs, also here to say tysm for your contribution to the tachihara tag, our strongest tachihara soldier fr 🫡🫡

I be out here fighting tooth and nail (I hyperfixate on one character at a time and it's him and I need to talk abt him 24/7 actually) so ty for acknowledging my efforts for our cause.

BUT YES FIC RECS (below cut bc I've figure out how to use them)

After All, Spies Are The First To Die In A War

One of my favorite Tachi fics of all time. I'm a sucker for both post-canon and blind Tachi, and this one is great. It's Tachigin, so heads up if that's not ur thing, but I think they're very cute.

Together At Last

Unfinished, probably never going to be finished. But it's a cute couple chapters in the apocalypse. Atsushi-centric but Tachi gets cool moments.

are we there yet?

Hunting Dog road trip fluffy. Silly crack, very cute.

blocks, boy bands, bones, and birthdays

Also not Tachi-centric, but very, very cute. Baby DOA and HD at preschool.

Hunting Dogs (& Cat) Adventures

HD as Fukuchi's dogs (and cat!Jouno) except they cause chaos. Puppy Tachi is there, he's very cute.

It's Still Raining

HD (specifically sgk angst). Tachi isn't there much, but again, I love aftermath fics.

The More The Merrier

Another one of my absolute favorite fics! PM and HD meet at Tachi's apt by accident during the Holidays.

undercover (a table for three)

Ima be so fr this one is a MHA crossover and probably not gonna be updated, by Tachi was one of the main characters

lock picks and rusted metal

by @karmicpunishment

First one is lil Tachi using his ability for the first time and the second is Tachi almost missing his surgery (I'm low key in love with the whole HD surgery concept, so immediate win for me)

government projects club and blood vs water

by @starfocks are also both relatively short and sweet.

First one is most HD surgery pain but with the mafia and the second is found family meets Tachi's shit parents

Wind flower

Really well planned out Chuuya-centric ADA AU, but Tachi is a big part of it and their friendship makes me happy. Poor lil bro is a victim of the Tanizaki's tho.

Solace

by @miammey

Tecchou-centric, but I never see people write Tecchou and Tachi together and it makes me happy whenever I see them.

How to Raise Your Hunting Dog

I'm going to move my fics to ao3 at some point probably (I've been meaning to) and probably just make a Tachi one shot collection. Especially bc I have more that I haven't gotten around to posting here yet. BUT. This one is posted and if u wanna see my ao3 acc when I will end up posting them, that's where it'll be.

I might make a part 2, bc there are definitely more one shots and stuff that I'm missing, but that's what I had in my bookmarks.

I've gone thru pretty much the entire Tachi tag (Sorted by new and just scrolled back to front, it was a few months long process), so there are others. There is just also a lot of junk to sort thru (I'm looking at you skk fics that have Tachihara tagged except he's either so out of character and awful that it's unbearable or he just shows up to say one line and then leave).

[everythingxh]

request or general just thoughts on jiseok fluff about the lines of your friendship starting to blur. you’re not together yet but like you guys have feelings for each other and it’s starting to show through both of your actions and the way yall interact. could be a fic, could be headcanon, could just be a yap session, whatever you think is best :3

personally i think he starts becoming clingy. not in like a protective way necessarily, just like a always wanting to be touching you way. whether that be hand on your shoulder, arm around you, leaning in too close to watch a video on your phone so he’s practically hugging you without his arms wrapped around.

its such a cute concept so i would love to hear your take on it !!

A/n: this ask is so cutee it genuinely made me smile, i’ll try to make into a headcanon one cause I want to try something new.

Genre: fluff as anon asked for, a little crack if you squint.

Warnings? Slight grammar mistakes (English isn’t my first language), not proofread.

Pairing: Bestie!Jiseok x Bestie!Reader

Pronouns used: she/her

Summary: What it’s like to be in a friendship with Jiseok but you two have feelings for each other and he’s clingy.

Best friends into Lovers with Jiseok

when watching a movie he wouldn’t pay any attention to it cause he’s staring at you.

a 100% would be zoned out imagining scenarios of you two on cute dates like going to the cinema or going to an amusement park where you two would hold hands at every ride cause one of you (him) is a little scared.

would offer to pay for your guys’ lunch cause he’s a gentleman, and that action would make your feelings for him bloom bigger and bigger everytime he does something gentlemanly.

would give you warm comforting hugs whenever you needed them cause maybe work was too overwhelming and school was too stressful.

would tap your back as your head lays on his shoulder while tears streamed down your cheeks because of how stressful life got.

would make hot coco for you every time you get your period so that the cramps can calm down from beating you up from the inside.

the members could clearly tell the two of you like each other but are too shy to confess so they made a plan.

“Okay so, Jooyeon you ask Y/n out on a date since you’re her favorite, that has to make Jiseok crack and confess” Gunil, the leader of the group tells his members as they’re all gathered around.

At this moment Jiseok is away, hanging out with Y/n of course, at her apartment.

The two are laying on her couch watching a movie they always wanted to watch, but to no one’s surprise Jiseok is stealing glances at Y/n every now and then.

He slowly gets closer and closer to her every time the movie shows something interesting or big so that Y/n wouldn’t notice him coming closer to her

By the time the movie ended Jiseok would be so close to Y/n that her head touches his shoulder.

The girl had been asleep ever since the credits started to roll out.

Jiseok grinned to himself but his grin turned into a pout as he remembered that the two of them are just best friends and that they’ll always be best friends, but he didn’t know that she also had feelings for him.

The next morning arrived and all six members are gathered in the dorm’s living room waiting for Y/n to come over so they can have their weekend breakfast.

Ding dong

“That must be her, I’ll get it” said Hyeongjun as he stood up and walked up to the door, opening it and greeting the guest.

“Hey Y/n, good morningg how’s your day going?” Hyeongjun asked after hugging Y/n.

“Good morning Hyeongjun, it’s been going great so far not gonna lie” Y/n answered as she hugged Hyeongjun back.

“Hey guys, good morning” Y/n sweetly greeted the members as she took a seat next to Seungmin and Gunil.

As they all started eating the food Jungsu had ordered since he lost a bet between him and Jiseok.

As they were about to finish their breakfast Jooyeon starts speaking “Hey Y/n? Do you have any plans tonight?”

“Oh? Umm no I don’t have any plans tonight. Why?” Y/n asked as she placed down her chopsticks.

“Well.. I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me” Jooyeon explained in a charming manner.

This action made the plan unfold itself by itself without any more interaction from the other members, because they know their little duck would quickly say no. But then-

“Ohhh I’m sorry Jooyeon but I have feelings for someone else” Y/n replied which made Jiseok’s eyes widen a little. That doesn’t go unnoticed by everyone except for Y/n because she’s still facing Jooyeon.

“Ohh la laa Y/n has a crush on someone” Jooyeon teased.

“Would it be okay if you told us who it was?” Gunil asked with a gentle voice.

“Well……I can give you a hint! He’s in this room, sitting with us” Y/n answered gesturing to all of them with her hands.

“Is it me?” Gunil asks.

“Nope” Y/n answered.

“Maybe me? Just maybe?” Seungmin asked.

Y/n shook her head no.

“There’s no way it’s me” Jooyeon said.

“Yep, no way it’s you, you’re a little annoying” Y/n agreed.

Everyone around also agreeing.

“It’s me right? I’m the only one here” Hyeongjun chuckles, he knows he’s not the only one, he just wants Jiseok to say something.

“Nope” Y/n answered.

With that Jiseok gasps which gained everyone’s attention.

“ME??” Jiseok yells excitedly but with a hint of surprise.

“Yes, you Jiseok” Y/n nods with a smile painted across her lips.

“So does Jiseok want to take Y/n on a date tonight?” Gunil asks the wide eyed guy.

“WELL YEAH OF COURSE, WAIT DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT ON A DATE WITH ME?” Jiseok yells back as an answer to Gunil’s question.

Y/n giggles before she nods saying “Yes Jiseok, I’d love to go on a date with you tonight”