#no one requested it i just wanted to do my fav ep

[leojfitz]

time stamp roulette ✷ young royals 1x04

[binniesbooks]

hi fayebae, imma send these before i go for my hiatus again(im not sure if you alr have smth planned for tyun n hyuka! cos i know u have a yj fic thats coming soon, so ill send these in for them)

was thinking of tyun x reader for this

uk the series “academy reincarnation”!! There was a salsa dance ep! I was thinking that reader decided to sign up to the salsa academy where tyun is one of the instructors?/student! reader wanted to learn salsa for the longest time but has always been afraid to as one would usually need to dance in pairs. afraid of having any physical contact with any stranger(due to a trauma she formed from a relationship), even tho it was difficult, reader eventually let down her walls with tyun as the many practice sessions go by, she finds herself now looking forward to salsa practices as thats the only time she can see tyun! And she craves his touch. During one of the practices, they got so lost in the dance that their faces ended up really close to each other! Tension arises(she wants him, he wants her, dare i say more 🤭smut of course!) [didnt wanna write too much to allow ur creative freedom!!]

i hope this is good gah(just thought i should send smth in for the other members too hehe, pls dont put aside ur wip again!! Do this after ure done w ur yj one gah) love u my soobie fav boobie💗

TENDER TOUCH

TH 002 .F22 2024

wc 5.3k

pairings gentle!Taehyun x abused!reader

warnings physical and sexual abuse, traumatic experience, traumatized reader, protected sex, abusive ex-boyfriend (idk what else did I miss)

faye's note *insert: Taehyun's 어디 있지 (where am I) in boba😳* as promised, here's my second fic for the day! this is my first Taehyun fic and I'm fucking obsessed that it got up to 5.3k words, wth. Anyways, @inkigayocamman I know you requested a Tae fic, but here's another one for u to enjoy I guess while I'm still working on it. 🙂‍↕️ I hope you like this too! And ofc, to my one and only Beomgyu's kitten, I love your brain, it's so sexy omfg. I'm totally sat. Plus yeah, the yj fic is still on the line. 🤣 Anyway, I did a few research(again) for this fic, so I hope it turned out good, fingers crossed!

Edit: Thanks for proofreading the whole ass fic @babymochibeargyu I'm dead now. 😭😂 luv uuuu 😖💓

"Learn how to dance Salsa, we offer multiple dance forms for beginners to professionals. Come join us..." You mumbled reading the flyer your friend handed you.

"Jia, you know I can't do anything like this anymore." You sighed as you handed her back the flyer.

"I know, I know, it's because of your trauma, right? But maybe this is the way that can only help you overcome that trauma," She started, "I'm worried about you taking this class but I'm more worried about you carrying that trauma all throughout your life." Jia gently holds your hand, still careful not to scare you with the skin contact.

You're lost in your thought for a while thinking if you can really let go of your trauma after all this time. It's been so long since you haven't engaged in any relationship after your last one.

"I-I'll think about it." You sighed, you really wanted to be free but you just didn't know how to start. "Please do, I really wanted to help you." Jia's eyes are full of worry, sadness and guilt. Because it's been so long yet she can't do anything to help.

You've always been wanting to learn how to dance Salsa. It's like your little dream ever since, however, your boyfriend from your last relationship did not even want you to be touched nor be grazed by any man's skin. You insisted you could just pair with a girl but he threatened you to hurt anyone who will be around you if you kept on insisting to register for the dance class. You ended up not registering for the class and burying your little dance dream into the depths of your heart.

The following week, you found yourself standing in front of the dance academy building. Breathing slowly, thinking deeply whether you really want to do it or not. You were clutching on the flyer tightly. Your knees fell weak as you stumbled down, retreating all the way to the confinement of your apartment to hide from the world.

It took so much courage for you to do this. Especially when you ended up trying once again a week later. You're standing in the front of the building, staring at the swaying banner of the academy with a "SALSA DANCE ACADEMY" written on it.

You softly knocked on the door before opening it. "Hi! Come in! How may I help you?" You were greeted with s young lady, clad in a salsa dance costume. She looks bright and bubbly.

"I.. Uhm.. wanted to register for the class." You meekly answered as you slid down on the chair. "May I know your name?" The lady picked up the pen on the table and grabbed a file.

"Y/n...y/n s/n." You silently answered.

"What class would you like to be included in?" The lady's smile never faltered. Her bright aura makes you feel comfortable for a bit. "What do you offer?" You asked back.

"Well, we have group sessions and we also have one-on-one lessons," you nodded at her, signaling her to keep going. "In group sessions, there will be 15 pairs -- 30 individuals in a class, plus the 2 dance instructors," you felt pressured with just the thought of being included in the group. "In the one-on-one class, we will find you a pair if you still have none, or you can bring one, and then also a pair of instructors," she explained.

"I'll take the latter."

"Please sign here and we'll wait for another one to sign up." She smiled again at you. You were thinking of bringing your friend to the class.

"By any chance, can I bring a girl for the one-on-one class?" Her expression suddenly turned sad, "I'm afraid we are only taking a man and a woman as a pair for the one-on-one class. Usually, the pairs who sign up for the one-on-one class end up acquiring advanced skills than those who are in the group."

You thought of backing out once again but you shook your head to clear your mind. You're already here, you're already a step closer to the most awaited time of your life: to let go of your trauma.

"We'll call you once we receive another sign-up for a one-on-one class. Thank you for dropping by." The lady waved her hand as you stepped outside.

You shrunk to the corner of the door, people are looking at you but you're too occupied to even give a damn.

It's been a week. You didn't know how to explain how you felt. Half of you felt happy that you hadn't received a call yet, because that would only means you didn't have to do it anymore and there wouldn't be anymore skin contact for you to trigger your trauma. However, the other half of you felt disappointed. You would have been lying if you said that you didn't get your hopes up, thinking that this would be the way to be finally free from your trauma.

"Still haven't received a call?" Your friend placed the pizza she brought on your coffee table. Today was the day she would usually pay you a visit to your apartment. She started doing this from 2 years ago, when you and your ex-boyfriend finally broke up.

You hummed in response as you dug out the box of pizza. Nevertheless, you don't want to bring your thoughts about the dance academy again.

A couple of minutes passed when your phone rang, causing both your heads to look towards your phone

"Hello?"

"Hi! Can I talk to Ms. Y/n s/n?" The voice over the line spoke brightly.

"Y/n speaking." You just answered back, looking at your friend who's anticipating a piece of good news.

"We just want to inform you that someone already signed up for the one-on-one class as your pair. The class will start this Monday, are you fine with it?" Your friend sighed in relief as soon as she heard it.

"O-okay. Sure." You felt a rush of anxiety travel throughout your body, as your fingers trembled hanging up the call.

"Hey, it's okay." Your friend wrapped the thick blanket around your shoulders before hugging you. Afraid that she might trigger your trauma. "You'll be fine." She tries to calm you down by rubbing your back.

2 days passed by quickly. Enough to make you coil up in bed instead of getting up. Your phone vibrates from an incoming message.

Dearest Jia: Take care later, okay? I know you can do it. I won't be able to go because of work, so I hope you understand:< but I'll pick you up when you're done! <3

You: I don't feel like going.

Dearest Jia: Noooo! You've come this far. You should go, I know you can do this!

You: Fine, I'll text you when I'm done with the class.

You tossed your phone on the bed as you grunt into your pillow. You're just glad your dance class starts at 3 in the afternoon. You still had a lot of time to prepare your body and mind.

Quarter to 3, you're already in front of the building, a few people going in at the same time. Probably for the group session. You wanted to go home but the lady called you out.

"Y/n! Please come in. I'll accompany you to the assigned room. I'm Daeun, btw." She extended her hand to you but you froze. You're too afraid. But someone else caught Daeun's hand. "I'm Taehyun, the one who signed up for the pair." A tall guy appeared on your side, shaking her hand. "I-i'm y/n." You meekly introduced yourself without touching any of them. The lady looked confused at first but she shrugged it off.

"Okay, I'll leave you two here, Mr. and Mrs. Hwang are inside already."

Taehyun pushed the door open, you were both greeted with a polished wooden floor and mirror walls in the wide room. Two people were sitting in the corner. They must be your instructors.

"Please come in!" The lady waved at the both of you.

"Do you know each other?" The man asked which the both of you only answered by shaking your head.

"I think we should start our class with an introduction. Don't you think?" The lady nodded.

"I'm Mr. Hwang and this is Mrs. Hwang. She's my wife and we mainly teach one-on-one classes. You are?" They turn their gaze to Taehyun.

"My name is Kang Taehyun. I also dance but not in this genre. So I wanted to learn this." They then looked at you.

"I... I am y/n. I signed up for the class t-to overcome my t-rauma." Your words are slurred, and your reason made your instructors gasp. "I-I used to be in a r-relationship. And t-they're the reason why I can't e-even touch people or let other p- people t-touch me." You bit your lip as you look up at them.

"Honey, but I'm afraid this dance requires a lot of holding and touching, what should we do?" Mrs. Hwang clasped both of her hands on her mouth as she turned a bit emotional.

"By any chance, can you hold someone when there's a barrier between them? Like, there is no direct skin-to-skin contact?" Taehyun spoke up, you nodded lightly at him. "It's been two years so I think I can tolerate it to an extent."

"Then I think we're good Mrs. Hwang. I'm thinking of using a glove or something. If that's what makes her comfortable. I don't mind at all." Taehyun remarked.

Taehyun ended up wearing gloves for your dance class. And as much as possible, he's avoiding any of your exposed body parts. He's also lightly touching you that you feel as though it's just air grazing your body.

So far so good, the 3-hour class ended up okay. Jia picked you up 30 minutes later after you texted her that you were done.

Your dance class went well the next day. And the day after that. And the following days after that. Days became weeks, weeks became months. It's all going well, with Taehyun's careful assistance over you.

Today was the day you decided to step further to your goal.

"Taehyun, I think we can now stop using the gloves. We've been dancing for a month now and I hate it whenever I think about the gloves. It feels like I'm being disgusted by you or something." You stated to Taehyun once the two of you were on a quick break. Within one month, you grew closer to Taehyun. The quick breaks were your time to tell stories to each other.

"Are you sure? You're not making me feel like any of that, by the way. But are you sure you can do it now?" His eyes seek yours. You simply nodded as you removed your jacket leaving you with your t-shirt on.

"Are you two, okay? Shall we continue?" Your dance instructor asked, checking on you, as you and Taehyun stood up. Taehyun discarded the gloves he was using on top of his bag as he folded his long-sleeved t-shirt up to his elbow.

You started off well. Taehyun holding your hand as gently as he could as usual. Letting you turn around with some quick footwork. It was all good actually, until he needed to lean in, holding your waist and your thigh. One more turn, his arms and fingers graze through your arms. His delicate fingers holding your waist once again. A quick turnaround. A step faster. A more closer proximity.

"You fucker! Come back here! I know what you did!"

"S-stop! We're already over Han!" You squealed as you blocked the door with your body.

"You're fucking dead meat when this door opens!"

Your tears wouldn't stop flowing from your cheeks as you kept your body pressed on the banging door. Han has been your boyfriend for 9 months now. At first, he was so good to you, treating you like the princess you deserved to be. But it was too good to be true that you started to feel it was wrong. Just 2 months ago he started hurting you physically and abusing you sexually. He was too obsessed with you too that he sometimes he would start locking you up in your apartment. Even your requests got declined. At first, you let it pass as you thought it was normal. But you started earning bruises and wounds. You barely ate, barely drank, you even barely slept. You would often get fevers too. The slightest noise would make your soul jump out and the slightest movement would make you flinch.

Jia, your friend, was the one who advised you to report him. So you did, that was why he was here banging at your door.

Han's voice can no longer be heard, hence you decided to quickly hide in your closet, as you dug out your spare phone you had hidden to contact your friend.

You quickly called Jia, telling her to call the police or something but you were cut off when the door bursts open. Han was holding a gun and laughing hysterically.

"Fuck you, you bitch! You're really dead!" You quickly covered your mouth.

"Come out, kitten. Come out from wherever the fuck you're hiding!" His voice echoed through the room drowning your quiet sobs.

That's when he forcefully opened the closet you're hiding. "Ohhh, you look so scared kitten, why?" He cooed at you as his lips stretched to form a mocking grin. "Move to the bed!" You shook your head. "Fucking move to the bed!" He fired a warning shot at the mirror, crashing it. You yelped at the noise. With your trembling body, you quickly scrambled your way to the bed covering your bruised-up body.

"Strip." He commanded as he pointed the gun at you. With no choice left, and your life at stake, you did what he ordered.

He crashed his lips on yours harshly. When he noticed you didn't kiss him back, he slapped you. Blood flowed through your lips as you choked on your sobs. With the gun still pointed at your head, he started harassing you again. His hand left a bruised mark on your neck as he tightly squeezes it. You could almost see the white light as your weak body just let him do anything. There was no use thrashing around as if you had accepted your dying fate.

"Freeze!" Was the only thing you heard before everything around you went black.

You opened your eyes inside the hospital, pulled every apparatus attached to your body and started screaming. It made Jia scream out and call for a doctor. They couldn't calm you down so they needed to give you a shot for temporary sleep.

Everything came swirling back to you. Pushing Taehyun away, causing your body to crash on the wooden floor. "Shit!" Taehyun cursed under his breath as he hurriedly pushed back his sleeves and wore the gloves again, picking up your jacket at the same time, before coming back to you. Your instructors let out a shock gasp as they also rushed over to you.

"Please grab a blanket or any thick clothing!" Taehyun shouts as he tries to ease you by covering your shoulder with your jacket.

Mr. Hwang passed Taehyun his padded jacket he always brought with him. Taehyun carefully wrapped the thick jacket around your body. He holds your face as he tries to soothe you.

"Y/n, look at me, please look at me." Sweat started to form on his forehead as tears freely flowed down your cheeks. "Please, look at me, and breathe slowly. Breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale." Taehyun guided your breathing as his glove-cladded hands rubbed your cheeks.

Mrs. Hwang was panicking but Mr. Hwang tried to calm her down before he went out to grab a glass of water.

Your heartbeat slowed down for at least a bit. Taehyun guiding you helped somehow as you slowly calmed down. Taehyun got the water from Mr. Hwang and held it in front of you as he let you sip on the water slowly.

"Are you feeling okay now?" Taehyun tucked your sweaty hair behind your ears. His eyes were full of worry. "Do you wanna go home and rest?" He's still carefully rubbing your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have removed the gloves. That was too risky." Taehyun mumbled as he hesitated to hold your hand.

That same afternoon, he called your friend over. He introduced himself and explained the situation. He let your friend take you home as he bid you two goodbye. You're lucky it was Friday at that time so you don't have to worry about waking up the next morning to go to your dance class. For the next two days, you spent it caving in your room. It helped you calm down.

Monday. You opened the door. You laughed at the scene in front of your eyes.

"What's that?" You chuckled as you placed your bag on the corner. Taehyun looks at himself in the mirror. He's totally covered. He's wearing a thicker glove and a padded jacket. His usual dress pants are now sweats. He's even wearing a mask. He scratched the back of his head.

"Pft. That's too much. Don't worry I'm fine now. Thank you by the way." You smiled at him.

"Are you sure? Because that scared me. I don't know what to do." He removed his jacket along with the face mask and the thick gloves.

"Mhm, I'm sure." You assured him.

"Okay then. We'll try again. Slowly this time." His eyes are full of concern as he looks at you. You smiled at him as you accepted his hand.

For another month, Taehyun tried to connect with you. Stopping whenever needed. Wearing the things he needs to wear whenever he can sense your anxiety rising. For once, you realize how he gently holds you. How he's always careful with you, treating you like a fragile glass that would easily break if you weren't handled correctly. One month passed without much problem. If anything, you're actually growing accustomed to it.

For some reason, you learned to feel comfortable with Taehyun's touch. The graze of his skin, his fingers, and his touch never terrified you anymore, and his existence no longer made you panic.

Now, he's solely the reason why you're still attending your dance class. You're slowly putting your trust in him. You're slowly putting your walls down. He can now hold your hand without fear. He can now dance without thinking that you would startled. He slowly introduced you to the steps that requires your body to be closer. Teaching you how the steps are supposed to be done. You're no longer panicking. Even when your face is just only few inches from him, you were actually smiling at each other. You no longer feared his touch. If anything, he's only leaving you all tingly with his warm skin.

You could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Whenever you leaned on his chest, it made your heart flutter. His breath on your shoulder, your neck, any part of your body makes the knot in your stomach twist tighter.

You're slowly craving for his touch. For how he cares for you, for how he tends to you. Whenever you're home, he keeps popping into your head. How his sharky smile appears whenever he's happy. The small noises he made. His cat-like attitude. He's the perfect example of hot, sexy and cute.

Every last week of the month, you would have all the time to yourselves to gather all your skills acquired. Because every once a month, you had to show what you have learnt in class. This now left the two of you alone in the dance studio. Perfecting every step and move you needed to show on evaluation day.

Taehyun's lingering touches left you all tingly. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. His breath alone makes your mind go in a twist.

"One step back, two steps to the front... One turn and... Lean you down." He's matching his words on every beat of the step. You thought it only happens in a fantasy world. But it was like the world stopped when his eyes were fixed on yours. His steady breath makes you hold yours. His eyes traveled down to your lips as he gulped. He mumbles a soft "You're pretty," before pulling you back to stand on both your feet.

His hands are both on your face as he slowly backs you to the mirror. His breath is unsteady and warm. The moment he got you pressed on the mirror, he leaned his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes.

"You're really pretty. So pretty I'm afraid I can't control myself." He whispered. Your hands were on his chest, you felt how his heart was thumping so hard.

"S-should we head out early?" You whispered, your hot puffs of breath touching his lips got him reeling as he cursed under his breath.

He quickly pulls away, holds your hand and grabs both of your bags. Both heading outside to his car. "Tell your friend I'm taking you home instead." The air in the car throughout the drive was so thick. His hands were gripping on the wheels, tapping impatiently when the road slowed down.

"Calm down, Tae, I'm not going anywhere." You chuckled as you placed your hand above his when it was resting on the gear shift. He throws a quick glance at you. He bit his lip as a flush crept up on his cheeks.

The drive was short, but Taehyun's action made it look like it was not. He hurriedly got out of his car, running over to your side to open the door for you as he held your hand. His jittery steps were heavy as you both made your way to his humble home.

"Come in." He nervously spoke as he placed his shoe on the rack, switching the light on in the process.

"D-do you want a drink or something?" He was almost running towards the kitchen.

You flop on his couch, making yourself comfortable at some point. "Come here, instead," you chuckled, "You're so anxious for no reason, Taehyun." He sat down beside you, wiping his sweaty palms on his dress pants as he sighed. You scoot over, holding his face, lips just a few inches apart.

"Wait," he pushed you a bit, "a-are you sure about this?" You nodded and smiled at him. "G-give me a minute." He rummaged through his back pocket pulling a handkerchief. You looked at him confused.

He unfolded the handkerchief and gently placed the thin fabric on your lips before crashing his lips on yours. He holds your nape as he climbs up on the couch. He slowly laid you down. Lips unmoving, yet it feels so hot. His lips were just merely pressed on yours with the fabric separating both of your soft skin.

He pulled away, kissing your forehead. "I'm sorry." He whispered as if he was the one who did you wrong. You gently pull the handkerchief away as you tangle your fingers in his hair. Taehyun never failed to take care of you in the most gentle way possible. He's not thinking of his pleasure at this point. He's thinking about you. To the point that he even thought of putting a piece of cloth between your lips just to be able to kiss you.

You wanted to cry at how he's taking care of you. Your eyes welled up with tears as you pulled him back. "I'm good now Tae, thank you for taking care of me. There's no need for the hanky." You whispered before your tears rolled down your cheeks as you kissed him, bare.

He's a gentleman. He's too good to be true. But you let your walls fall down and let him enter. You let him protect you instead. But his hungry kiss spoke thousands of emotions. His kisses travel down to your neck.

"Taehyun..." You whimpered as you gripped his hair.

"A bit more... Just a bit more..." He started sucking and biting your neck and shoulder, leaving splotchy red marks. He pulls away for a while, enough time to tug your shirt off your body.

His fingers slowly traced every scar you have on your body. The marks on your chest from the bottle Han once threw at you. The cigarette burns on your stomach. He also pulled down your skirts only to see stitches from your thighs. You got this when Han pushed you down the stairs. His finger draws back to your lips. The scar from the cut when he slapped you is still visible.

You covered your face out of embarrassment. You no longer look pretty with your all bruised-up body. "We can't do this here." Taehyun got up and carried you all the way to his bedroom. He laid you carefully as ever in his bedroom.

The bed dips down at his weight as he kneels between your legs. His head dips down to kiss every scar you have on your delicate body as if he's kissing your trauma away. He took his precious time. Not wanting to scare or startle you at any point. His actions are being done with all tenderness.

"Do you still want me to continue?" He asks when he hovers above your body, his elbows on both sides of your head. "I want you Taehyun, please do..." You whined biting your lip. "How can I say no when you say it like that, sweetheart." He sighed leaning his forehead on yours again. Your arms crawled under his shirt, feeling his toned body hiding beneath the soft cotton shirt he was wearing. "C-can you take it off? I feel so exposed." You mumbled as you tugged his shirt. "Ah, shit, I'm sorry." He quickly backed up to discard his shirt on the floor.

You stared at him when he was all fours above you. His body is totally toned. You can clearly see the firm muscles on his arms. His buff chest and his perfectly defined abs. "Touch me. I won't stop you. Touch me so you won't feel embarrassed anymore. Touch me so you won't feel as if I'm taking advantage of you. Touch me so you won't feel scared." He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his chest, slowly dragging it down to his abs.

When he lets go of your hands, you continue to drag them down to the waistband of his dress pants. "C-continue..." His eyes were shut close, his lips trapped between his teeth. You can clearly see his abs tightening as he clenches with the graze of your finger on his waist. He gulps when you hook your finger inside. You unhooked the clip that's binding his pants and pulled the zipper down. His breathing hitched at the lingering touches you're leaving on his lower body.

You gently stroked him as you looked for his eyes. His lips were swollen at how he was biting it. "You won't let it out?" You tried taunting him. "Fuck..." He lets go of his long-held breath, hissing through his teeth. "Y-you're making me crazy, sweetheart... You're totally making me crazy..." He huffed as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Condom?" You asked. He reached into the small drawer just beside your head, pulling out a packet of condoms. "D'you wanna p-put it in f'me?" His words were short, and he was catching his breath. You gently rubbed the head of his cock as you rip the packet with your teeth.

"S-sweetheart, you're... Shit... You're k-killing me." He shuddered when you pressed at his slit, his jaw clenched tightly, his hand grasping the sheets.

You slowly drag your fingers on his cock as you wrapped it with the condom. "T-take your time... I w-won't do anything to hurt you or...ahh... or m-make you s-scared of me." He's struggling to hold back but he's doing his best. As soon as you were done, you tangled your fingers on his again, pulling him for a kiss. A kiss full of care. Gentle. Delicate. Sweet.

He pulls away, caressing your face once more. He pulls your underwear in one swift motion as he lines himself up on you, slowly pushing in. He continuously soothes you by rubbing his thumb on your cheek. "Don't be scared, hm? I'm here. It's just me..." He keeps on mumbling, repeating the same phrase as you nod back at him.

Once he has bottomed out inside you, he stays still as he continues to plant soft kisses on your face. You were tearing up not because of the trauma anymore, but because of the love and care he's showing you.

He unhooked your bra as he gently groped your breast, his fingers flicked on your nipple as he suck on the other. "Mmm..." You whimpered underneath his big body squirming at how his tongue danced on your nipple. He didn't take long, afraid that he might hurt or trigger your trauma.

"C-can I move now? I might end up c-cumming now. You've been clenching f-for some time..." He muttered under his breath. You nodded and covered your face again.

He pulled both of your hands and intertwined your fingers with him above your head. "Please don't cover your face. You're beautiful. You're still pretty even with your scars. You're still gorgeous even with your fear and trauma. Please... Just let me take care of you. I know it'll be hard for you, but I promise. I promise to hold you dearly and cherish you." His eyes were looking for answers.

"Taehyun... Please... Please take care of me from now on. Please hold me when I feel scared... Make me feel loved..." Your silent weeps were drowned as he kissed your nose. "I'll be your peace, sweetheart." He wiped your tears as he slowly thrusts in you.

"I... I promise to hold you as gently as I can... But... I think I might end up g-going hard right n-now." He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Your arms reached over his back as your nails dug and dragged over his bare back. "T-Taehyun..." You moaned out his name as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. The slow thrust becomes a little bit more sloppy. The skin slapping echoed through the solitude of his room.

"Fuck. Please forgive me if e-end up going t-too hard. But I promise to d-do my best to hold b-back." He grunted as his thrust went harder. You shook your head wanting him to go harder.

"I-i can't hurt you... I w-won't..." He steadies the way he thrusts inside you making the knot on your stomach tighten as you feel your high just around the corner.

You held him as if your life depended on him, "Taehyun... I'm close." "D-do it, sweetheart. I'm g-gonna cum any m-minute." He pressed his lips on you to drown your moans as you both came. He rubbed your waist as he soothed you before pulling out. Tying the condom and disposing it in the bin, zipping up his pants at the same time.

He bends down to kiss your forehead as he grabs a pack of wet wipes cleaning you up. He picked up his shirt and made you wear it. He finally laid beside you as he pulled you on his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" He checks on you, to which you replied by shaking your head and a smile. "Sorry for going too hard, I did my best to hold back," he mumbled as he kissed the top of your head. "I'm okay Taehyun. Thank you so much." Your eyes finally close as his warmth embraces you. He hums while still hugging you close to him.

"Please rest now, sweetheart. When you wake up, you no longer have to suffer anymore. You're safe with me. You're finally safe with me."

@binniesbooks 2024

[darylsfavoritegirl]

hey pookies

Summary: Yall remember that episode where Daryl and Beth stay in this cabin after losing the prison (season 4, ep 12 to be exact) and thet play games like i have never.... and spend such a quality time and it's one of my fav episodes EVER! so it's fem!reader and Daryl but they play truth and dare and sort of open up about their feeling towards eachother because they're again friends with benefits lmao but it gets tense somehow👀😭😭 they find themselves in the midst of an argument etc etc and it goes on

This was requested by @duffmckagansbandana but ive also been fantasizing about this idea forever!! kalp kalbe karsiymis eheheheh

Warnings: Daryl being a dick because he is drunk and kinda slutshames the reader. Daryl grips the reader's wrists and it kinda hurts (?) a little bit of suggestive content. mentions of domestic violence/abuse

You held a glass of moonshine that Daryl found when you entered the wooden cabin. You were observing him securing the cabin incase something would occur.

"Looks secured enough to me." You mumbled spiritlessly. You took a sip of your moonshine as Daryl turned to you with a weary gaze.

"Ya really think dis the best time to get hammered?" He uttered in an evident blaséd tone. You ignored his question as he went back to securing the walls, windows. You wanted him to join you, drink booze with you, speak with you. The glass in your hand got warm before you could even consider to drink one more.

You observed his biceps flexing as he was fixing a hole on the wall. He was finally done. He turned to you, took a deep breath. You could see the sweat droplets on his forehead. His sleeveles black tshirt had damp spots around the neckline.

"You went the extra mile there." You said, failing to hide the waggish smirk bearing your face. He didn't respond to your statement but you saw the curls of his lips going upward.

He sat across you on the floor. His eyes were glossy, faint. You smiled softly as you poured him some moonshine. He gaped at you, anticipating you to stop. It was moonshine after all, God knows how long it had been sitting in this junk.

"Hey slow down." He uttered thinking you were gonna gulp down it yourself.

You saw his eyes following your motions when you passed the glass of moonshine to him.

"What? It's for you."

He didn't look at the glass once, his eyes were fixated on you

"Someone's got to keep watch." He spoke

You rolled your eyes in a cheeky way.

"No harm in drinking one glass."

"Go on." you added. Your eyes were pointing the dusty glass that was infront of him.

He gave in. He put the glass near his nostrils, sniffing the drink before taking a sip.

"That's a real drink right there." You said in a jolly tone.

" 's warm." He grumbled. He enjoyed drinking with you. The way you looked so content only made him cheer inside.

"Meh tha's a drawback." You said. You were popeyed. He couldn't deduce the basis of your zeal, yet he didn't question it furtherly.

You two spent a few minutes there, studying the cabin, studying each other when you decided to come up with something.

"You up for playing truth or dare?" You said in a hush that only left Daryl with a confounded face.

"What? Like kids?" He tittered lightly.

"You got a better idea?" You said with a significance of rebelliousness in your voice. You glared at him, waiting for a response.

"I'm worried about the others too but we can't spend this time just stressing one another." You muttered, avoiding an eye contact with him as you looked down at your drink and tapped the glass with your index and middle fingers. It was the reality. You were worried about the others, maybe even too much. However the best thing you could do at the moment was to hope for their well-being until you and Daryl started looking for them. He must've read your mind, he always did.

"Fine. Yea go first." He mouthed. Your mood shifted into a cheerful one by with just 4 words coming from him. You leaned forward slightly.

"Truth or dare." You queried. He leered at you in a gloomy way. You knew he was gonna end up savoring the game, one way or another in spite of feeling childhish at that moment.

"Truth.'' His tone barely above whisper.

You both took a sip from your drinks consecutively whilst you went on a ride in your head to come up with something to ask.

"What was your first impression about me?" You asked, not being able to hide the eagerness in your voice.

His eyes watched you cautiously. His gaze shifted somewhere else, trying to reckon the first day you met. A subtle smirk appeared on his face.

"Thought yea wer' cocky. Too cocky, even." He scoffed softly. You both stayed in quietude to remember the very first day you encountered with eachother. You chuckled.

"That was my coping mechanism. Confidence."

"Cocky." He opposed you in a childish manner, his eyebrows furrowed lightly at you.

You leered at him for a minute. You knew he was also thinking the first days when they took you in. You were drawing too much attention to yourself, pretty much everyone thought you'd be dead in a fortnight, though you didn't.

You sighed. Neither of you enjoyed thinking about any day in prison, it ached you in deep down. Neither of you could envision what your next move should be, spending this time in a wooden cabin in the middle of the woods didn't make it any better. You were in the midst of a chaos and it felt as if all your efforts were in the aim of lightening your agony.

Daryl reached for the moonshine jar that was sitting near you. He started pouring himself another drink. He almost filled the glass to the brim, peeking at you clandestinely incase you'd tried to stop him. You caught his leer and softly shrugged your shoulders indicating that you didn't mind.

He leaned against the wall of the cabin as he grunted. He took a big sip from his drink. You heard his gulp, the booze going down from his gullet. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sound, maybe you chuckled a little more than necessary. Gosh, you were getting lit; you thought to yourself.

Daryl guzzled up his second drink in less than a minute and poured himself another.

"Easy." You managed to say between your slowly-fading chuckles.

"And it's your turn." You hinted.

"Truth." You uttered without him having to ask.

He clattered an "Ahh." sound between his sips to imply he was notioning for a question. His eyes were locked on the ceiling, thinking, you glimpsed at his narrow, blue eyes. His gaze met with yours.

" 'S there sumthing ya didn't tell me 'bout the person ya wer'?" You looked dumbfounded, not catching what he could've meant by that. He must've read you like an open book. He scoffed " 'Fore all dis. 'Fore the world went to shit."

You couldn't fathom his question. He knew so much about you. He knew about your family that you stopped seeing after you moved to USA. He knew about your favorite childhood cartoons. He knew about your days as a school girl. He knew how you ended up in Georgia. He knew so much about you. Although he had never been the type to corner you with your life before the apocalpyse, you acknowledged that there must've been a lot of things you didn't tell him whether it was due to your choice or you never felt the need to do so.

"Yes." You said in cynicism. He remained silent. It was rather explicit that he wanted to investigate more; that he wanted you to elaborate.

Yet, you didn't. If he wanted to know more about you, he should've asked you more bluntly. You didn't avoid his piercing gaze. You could feel your nerves and brain going number with your increasing sips from the moonshine.

"I'm pretty sure there are atleast dozens of things I haven't told you about the person I once were."

He echoed a nonchalant glare. You, once again remained silent. You knew he'd always turn into an impossible and preposterous person to read whenever drunk. You questioned yourself. You questioned if this was a good idea after all.

He sighed. His eyes were narrower than before. He is getting wasted, you thought to yourself. You shifted your position wretchedly, grabbing your drink with both hands. You tried to put a constrained smile on your face.

The silence was unbearable so you spoke up. Your voice was raucity.

"So truth or dare?" You asked.

He gazed at you with a piercing look. You played the game not more than 5 minutes and the air had already started to feel stuffy due to intensity between you two. You couldn't understand why.

"Truth." He grunted involuntarily. He was only playing the game to pass time, to investigate and even corner you. His gaze was stern. Your smile faded away lightly. You thought of asking something private, asking something that was just about you two. Before you could even debate on that idea, you uttered

"Have you ever seen me as someone more than this?" You got hot. The alcohol was hitting you. You couldn't think clear, you spoke before giving it a second thought. You could feel your cheeks blushing. Your cheeks would never blush out of embarrassment nor humiliation. They would always blush when you did something extra, futile, stupid.

You didn't need to elaborate it. He knew exactly what you meant. He knew you had been wondering if he ever thought of you more than an appealing teammate whom he'd share a warm bed now and then. He had asked similiar questions to himself, always leaving them unsettled. He didn't want to give in, ever. He had to have a demenour where he wouldn't let anyone get too close. That was Daryl. Those were the obstacles he'd build towards anybody. You lifted your head only to meet his blue eyes. Daryl spoke the second he locked his eyes on yours.

"Ain't much of a world to keep your mind busy with that kinda stuff." He grunted. You got even hotter inside of your head.

"So, no?" You gawked.

"Didn't say dat." He looked at you with blank eyes. He didn't even get defensive whilst you were going nuts and trying your hardest to not make it plain. It was the intoxication. You were never like this. It was safe to say you did care about his feelings but you weren't a fool. You knew exactly how he'd close up, how well he'd hide in his shell.

"OK. It's your turn." You huffed as you darted away your eyes. Your temper highly depended on booze at the moment. You didn't need him to think that your mind was way too preoccupied with his words, the words that came out of his mouth with such ease. You hated the power he had on you sometimes.

He grunted with vexation as he shifted his position and leaned against the wall a bit more. Daryl rested his elbows on his knees, swinging his glass that had a little drink left in it in a motion. He kept eyeing you, so did you.

It was apparent that you both were bored to death, yet no one put forward the idea to stop it.

"Ya ever think 'bout the old world?" He grunted.

You raised your head, his eyes were squinting right at you.

"Didn't say truth." You hissed.

"Ya ain't gon' say dare neither."

"Right." You mumbled. He was biting on his pinky's nail out of lack of interest.

"Don't do that." You said as you grimaced.

"Ya gon' answer?" He insisted, his brows were slightly furrowed as he, not surprisingly, kept biting on his finger nails.

This game was all about you two finding something to bicker. You sighed. You were not looking at him but you could feel his eyes roaming all over you.

"Sometimes."

"Wish I could go back to those times." You whispered looking at the floor. Daryl's face darkened. You knew his life before the fall wasn't the greatest and perhaps this new world of silence, isolation was a jackpot for him. You caught his leer. Both of you remained in serenity.

You took a sip from the moonshine and asked the first thing that came to your mind.

"OK Daryl. Have you ever stolen something? like something big?" You begged with wide eyes. Only his eyes made you question yourself and your foolish question.

He kept swinging the glass in a slow motion as he narrowed his eyes at you. He wasn't offended. He wasn't angry.

"Ya know I didn't." He remarked. You sensed a sense of sorrow in his eyes yet you didn't step back, you never could when you were drunk.

"That's what you told me." You spoke, emphasizing the word "told" as if you were making it obvious that you didn't believe him. You kept your wide-eyed gaze. An undertone of exhilaration was on the surface of your voice.

"And after all, we barely knew eachother when we talked about this, right?" Stupid you, still couldn't make out what his gaze could've meant.

"Maybe you weren't being honest." You uttered.

"Come on. You must've done something with Merle." You insisted.

His gaze never left yours. You drank too much, you lost your basic human decency. Yet he responded spiritlessly.

"Was bein' honest." You could perceive that was the moment he lost all his interest in the game.

"Ain't no reason not to be, Merle was an ass."

He sighed. Great, now you reminded him his dead brother; at a time like this, in a place like this. Your smile and exhilaration vanished. Drunk you was never stable, you sighed as you looked down at your drink.

You lifted your head only to see him getting up, throwing his glass to the floor only for it to shatter in pieces. You flinched and leered at the pieces. You couldn't dare to look to his side. He grabbed his crossbow on the broken wooden table, slunged it over his shoulder.

"Imma take the first watch. Rest." He demanded. He breathed out before he left the cabin. You stayed there, not being able to move an inch. It was like you froze. You leered at the pieces of glass on the floor once again

"Fuck me." You groaned. You exhaled audibly, looking around the cabin. That was the moment when it hit you, he was drunk; way too drunk. God knows how he was holding up outside.

You immediatly got up, going out of kilter. You had been sitting for a long time, your body was cramping and you kept hitting to the dusty tables and chairs that were sitting in the middle of the cabin. Your head was spinning. You sauntered towards the door, grabbed the door handle. It made a squeaking sound that left you scrunching your nose.

"Come inside." You quaked, not looking at him. You were exhausted, maybe from the moonshine or maybe you were just, exhausted.

" 'm fine." He grunted. His back was facing you.

"Your drunk as much as me." You huffed with withered eyes. You were leaning against the door frame, your hand still gripping the door handle lightly.

Daryl scoffed.

"Your actin' like a child." You muttered under your breath. The alcohol was getting the best of you. His back was still facing you.

You leered at his messy hair, his vest, his arms gripping the crossbow. He was swaying in a slow motion, resting his weight on his right leg now and then.

"Just hate tha' ya still think 'm sum kinda redneck asshole." He muttered. He sounded rather disappointed, fed up with this whole situation.

"I don't." You whispered. Your eyes were wide, you couldn't process his words. He remained silent, typical Daryl.

"Daryl, I don't." You hissed as you grabbed the side of his vest, forcing him to face you.

He looked at your face with blank, stern eyes. You couldn't recognize the Daryl you knew in him. He didn't change his position, gripping the crossbow firmly as ever.

You were getting sentimental at his demenour. Your eyes were getting watery, you couldn't find words to utter. Nothing changed in him, in his cold stern stare that would make you hate yourself. He could never hurt you, that's what you told yourself but even a gaze of his could make you shatter inside. He got too close to you to a point where you could smell the booze from his breath. Deliberately, he rested all of his weight on you, cornering you against the door frame. You couldn't breath. He leered at your eyes with his blue piercing eyes for a hot minute when he spoke

"Ya'd be crumblin' 'n all if I spoke to ya 'bout your past." He hissed.

His glare was fixated on you as he got inside of the cabin. You breathed out quickly and wiped a tear that was to fall down on your cheek and looked at the woods.

"What the hell does that supposed to mean Daryl?" You turned to him. He was going through his backpack.

"Think ya kno' what I mean." He mumbled under his breath.

He grabbed a canned food and sat on the edge of small ladder. He wasn't looking at you but your gaze was at his fingers trying to get the canned food open.

"What if I don't?" You said calmly but at alert, waiting for his respond.

"I dun' kno'. Sellin' yer body for attention. Ring any bell?" He snapped, lifting his head to meet with your gaze. You stood there with complete silence, trying to process his words. His voice was pretty tall, which made you flinch.

"That's really low Daryl." You scoffed. You weren't offended, you were just astonished that he'd bring up your past as a barmaiden to hurt you.

"Right." He mocked. He was still on the small ladder, trying to open the canned food. He sighed as he threw it to the floor. He got up, completely ignoring you.

"Atleast I wasn't drifting behind Merle's ass, doing whatever he'd told me to do." You barked. You had lost yourself. You didn't care what your words would mean to him.

He turned to you, his arms flexing due to his firm grip on his crossbow. He got closer to you, his face was reddening. You could see his vein on his neck throbbing, he wasn't taking his eyes off of you. He clenched his jaw, lowering his eyebrows and leering at you with narrowed eyes.

" 'S tha' what'ca think?" He fumed.

"That's what I know." You uttered as you pout your face. You ran your hands through your hair to take a deep breath.

"Ya know nothing." He barked. He wasn't blinking.

"You were nothing." You whispered. Your eyes were getting red. You could feel them sting. Your vision blurred. Yet his rage was full of spitefullness. He gritted his teeth

"Pickin' up lonely dudes to get 'em pay ya was sumthin'?"

"Sumthin' yer dam' proud." He shouted as he pointed his index finger right at you.

You swallowed slowly. You were not looking at him.

"Just leave me be." You managed to mumble between your shaky, shallow breaths.

"No, I ain't gon' do dat." He boomed. He threw his crossbow on the mattres you two incompetently tried to turn into a cozy bed. He got closer to you, immediatly grabbing your wrists with his hands.

You looked at his hands grabbing both of your wrists quakingly. You weren't sorrowful nor furious. You were affronted at his grip on your wrists that left you in discomfort and almost, pain. You raised your head to meet with his hard-nosed gaze. You shook your forearms fiercely several times, hoping he would free you but he didn't. How could he do this do to you? Out of all the things out there, he chose to grip both your wrists. That was something you'd always highlight when you'd talk about the abuse you had to go through back when you lived with your family. How your father would grip your wrists and squeeze them thightly until you'd feel like passing out. You always told him how small it made you feel, how worthless. Didn't he say "What a dick" referring to your father. Now there he was, doing the exact same thing. You wouldn't believe it.

"Can't run yer mouth now, can yea?" He spat out. His voice was growing taller and taller. You tried to get to your other wrist with one hand only he would not let you;

"Daryl, you're hurting me." You panted, quickly exhaling. Your chest was going up and down rapidly, leaving you all panicked and crumbling under his brawny, firm grip. You looked directly into his eyes, looking for mercy; hoping this night would end without either one of you dying. His hard-nosed gaze not shifting into a softer manner at all.

You were still numb from the moonshine, so many thoughts pondering your head. You wanted to kiss him, end whatever this was. You were highly influenced by booze. You didn't care. You wanted to kiss him. You didn't know what the outcome would be.

So you did, you got on your tiptoes; your bodies were already too close. You closed your eyes and kissed him harshly on the lips. His grip on your wrists loosened, you almost toppled onto him which he didn't let it happen.

His strong hands grabbed the both sides of your face, pressing his lips onto yours like he pleaded for more of you. It all happened so swiftly that he shoved you on the wall harshly. He waited for a split second, his lips brushing yours. You could smell the pungent odour of alcohol mingled with the smell of cigarattes you smoked earlier that day. You didn't care. You wanted all of him. He panted rapidly against your lips. You stayed like that for a moment, his hands flawlessly placed on the temples of your head; the only thing you could hear was eachother's shaky breaths. You pressed your lips onto him once again. A tear that you had been holding so long fell down your cheek, you didn't mind. It was a joyful tear. You were both taking eachother breaths away that left your heart ponding like crazy. He rested all of his body weight on you, which you didn't complain this time. You could feel him growing under his jeans.

Your hands reached the collar of his vest and helped him take it off. You grabbed his bare shoulders and digged your fingernails into them. His hands shifted to your waist from the sides of your face. There was that void feeling in your stomach once again. How small you were compared to him, how you were like an insect which he could've crashed with his fingertips seconds ago.

You gasped when his hands went under your t-shirt, grabbing your hips and waist and stroking your skin. It became a sloppy kiss but you both liked it. Your whole body curved into his body, small moans escaping your mouth. He started going down on your neck from your plumpy lips. Your grabbed a fistful of his hair gently with your right hand, softly pushing his head down on your neck as he kept pecking on your soft skin.

You made up.

FOOTNOTE

Why is it actually so awkward do write even a basic kissing scene. it was painful. idk much about this fanfic it was way better in my mind but idc

@duffmckagansbandana deserves some credits too!! we exchanged so many thoughts during this :))

[duachai]

MR. CORAZÓN - L.TM

I need you to hold it 'til you can't, I'll reward you

PAIRNG : Lee Taemin X Male Reader

SYNOPSIS : M/n, a BPM trainee gets handpicked personally by his idol to be his backup dancer for an upcoming tour. As the two get closer, M/n learns the importance of taking care of his body, and so does Taemin.

CONTENT WARNING : This is just an excerpt of my writings just to get the fingers typing. The full thing will be posted on my Wattpad, but look out for some full writings over here too !

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I'm a part-time college student and writing is my complete life. I will be taking requests here and there, but it is so totally appreciated if you were able to donate to my Kofi and help support me. If you can't that's totally fine and supporting me here and Wattpad is just as appreciated, cheers!

LINKS : Wattpad | Kofi

Training under BPM Entertainment wasn’t the easiest career M/n could have chosen. There were so many other options for him. His parents wanted him to be a doctor or lawyer, his school friends were working at restaurants and fast food chains around the city, and others his age aimed for content creators or influencers. But M/n wanted to dance.

Dancing was his calling. His life’s purpose, he would say.

For him, dancing was his stress reliever, something that would make him happy no matter what. That’s why when he found out his biggest inspiration and honestly, his celebrity crush, Lee Taemin, would be signing with his company, he nearly fell out.

“Dude, you know Taemin is coming in today? He’s going to lead our dance class, and oh my God, do you think it’s lame if I ask him to make a TikTok with me?”

M/n chuckled, “You’re so easily impressed, Chanwoo. He’s not even here yet.”

Today, was Taemin’s first day he had free with the new company, and he chose to specifically work with the trainees. And on top of that, it was a rumor some trainees would get promoted to work with him for his re-debut EP.

M/n leaned against the mirror after putting his dance bag off to the side. Nest to him, Chanwoo stretched his arms to prepare himself for class. “This is the opportunity of a lifetime, M/n. We could get closer to our favs even faster than it would take for us to debut!”

“It’s just the fast route if you ask me. And it’s probably not permanent,” M/n whined, but even though his words came out nonchalant, he still had a bit of hope in the back of his mind. Maybe this was his break, a chance to get his face out there.

The next hour, the normal dance teacher began proper stretch instruction. For the next half an hour, the talk of Taemin coming dwindled as the end of the class came near. 

“I can’t believe he didn’t come. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into that choreo.” Chanwoo whined, stomping his feet and he dragged his body in defeat.

M/n followed behind dragging his feet as he rolled his neck and worked the kinks out of his neck. He wasn’t as nearly disappointed as his friend, but a part of him wished that maybe Taemin would come and check him out, as selfish as it sounded.

“Anyways, where should we go eat today? My mom brought some kimchi this morning, but I’m sick of it.”

“You should be thankful you have a mom to bring you kimchi, Woo.” M/n sulked, head still draped down as he kicked his feet.

“Uh, you might want to pause those lunch plans,” A voice said. M/n looked up and another trainee awkwardly tugged at his hair, “M/n, you’re being summoned.”

Being summoned was one of the nerve-racking things any trainee went through. It only meant a few things. Best case scenario, you were being picked to debut early. Worst was… you were going home.

M/n was in limbo about the reason for his summon as he stood in the elevator alone. Everything he did over the last few weeks was analyzed in his mind. Did he mess up a choreo? Does his body need to be more fit? Was he lagging behind?

His whole head spun and he started to get dizzy. How was he supposed to go back to his parents and explain he got dropped from what they called, “A silly dream.” At the sound of the elevator’s ding, it was time to face his worst fear. Or so he thought.

The hallway to the director’s office seemed longer than any other hallway in the building. M/n rubbed his moist hands on his sweatpants, adjusting his hoodie to seem more neat.

As he stepped to the director’s door, he could see in the glass panel door there were multiple people inside. Then he realized, this wasn’t a demotion party, this was a meeting of some sort.

“M/n?” His name was called out by a familiar voice. His dance teacher.

“Oh, uh, hi,” M/n bowed respectfully, still so very confused.

“What are you doing standing out here, go in!” The teacher rushed a smile on his lips. Either this was a super encouraging way to tell someone they were getting sent home or something bigger was around the corner for M/n.

M/n pushed the door to the room open, now he could see a clear view of the people inside. The director of course at the head of the table, then his wife who was his co-director, a few managers M/n had never met, the dance teacher taking a seat closest to the door, the trainee advisor, and well… Taemin.

M/n froze up, are all these people here to see him? This meeting seemed way too elite for him to even step foot inside.

“Shin M/n, right? Go ahead and sit down,” the director pointed at a seat down the front of the table. A seat right across from the star legend.

M/n spent a few minutes staring at the wooden glossed-over table, a few papers passing down his way. A couple of times he looked up, locked eyes with Taemin then looked away like a startled puppy.

“Okay, so before we get started, how about I let our trainee introduce himself. M/n, go ahead and stand so everyone can see you.”

M/n reluctantly stood up, feeling so small in a room where everyone was looking intently. “Um, Hi, my name is Shin M/n. I’m from the US. And I’ve been a train for about a year and a half now.”

“Ok and, tell us why you want to be a K-pop idol, M/n.”

Hearing this question M/n drew in a sharp breath. He’d answered this question about a hundred times, but now it was all something cringe and mush in his head in a room full of people where it mattered.

But then he realized, he mattered too.

—

“Okay! Run the song back, M/n.”

Hustling toward the Bluetooth speaker to restart the song the fifth time that night, M/n quickly reset the song and then ran back to his starting point. The song started, Taemin’s voice coming in smooth and sultry as the sensual and iconic beat, “Move” filled M/n and his partner’s ears.

They had been practicing the duo choreography for hours now, but the more they attempted the more frustrated his partner, Misun, got at him.

“Fuck it!” Misun let go of M/n and stomped towards the practice room door with his bag, “I don’t care if you don’t get it right, I’ll switch partners. You won’t embarrass me in front of the whole world.”

M/n took in a deep breath, as he pulled his hair. He was frustrated too. Misun had quit on him a thousand times during their time together. But now, their deadline was coming in close and the tour was not far away. The whole thing was just stressful.

Just as he was about to pack up, he heard a knock at the door. Taemin popped his head around the door frame with a smile, “Knock knock.”

“O-Oh, I didn’t know you were here!” M/n said, startled and embarrassed.

Taemin stepped closer to the dancer, “I saw Misun storm out while I was passing by, and wanted to check on you. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.” M/n lied, thinking that knew that one of his dancers was lacking this skill and was dancing with two left feet after being picked solely for his dancing, he would be upset.

“No, no, you’re lying.” Taemin said with a pout, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

M/n sighed as he took a seat on the floor next to his bags against the mirror, Taemin sitting right next to him.

“Misun and I… just don’t seem like good partners. I know we’re meant to get what we get and don’t throw a fit like the director said, but working with her is like working with an untrained house cat. One day she’s encouraging, the next she’s clawing at me and everything I do.”

Taemin chuckled, “It’s like that. Working with others can be a lottery. But it’s nothing a little resilience can’t handle,” Taemin reached over and covered his hand with M/n’s resting on his knee, “You're a great performer, you hold yourself up better than most. You just have to believe in yourself. Because I already know I do.”

—

Taemin’s words rang in M/n’s head every second. It made him smile maniacally in the middle of conversations. After their talk, Taemin started monitoring M/n and Misun’s practices, making notes, and helping fix some mistakes. After Misun would leave, Taemin and M/n would go out and get food or drinks.

Their relationship grew closer and closer to the point where M/n had to ask himself, was he falling in love with his idol?

The deadline was due. It was the day everyone learned if they were going on tour with Taemin or being left behind. It was yet another nerve-racking day at the studio where everyone gathered to hear the results.

But when the director came in, everyone’s heart was crushed into tiny little pieces.

“Unfortunately, the tour has been canceled,” He announced, everyone’s shoulders slumping as questions started to form in everyone’s mouths. “I know, I know. But it’s impossible to continue on. Taemin was in an accident that sprained his ankle, so he’ll be taking a rest for a few weeks. He might even need a month to get back to his healthy self.”

As everyone whined about the loss of their gig, M/n’s lips pursed at the thought of Taemin being in an accident to cause him this much pain. The whole rest of the day M/n was anxious about Taemin, thinking of ways he could make sure he was alright.

But as he was sulking outside, a manager approached him. “M/n, M/n! Hey, I’ve got a super emergency, but I need to get this food and meds to Taemin. Could you possibly take it to someone else to give it to him?”

It was more like a request because before M/n could respond the bags were in his hand and the manger was off to his car. M/n stood there stumped for a second before smiling, this was his opportunity to go see Taemin.

It took about an hour to convince a staff to let him go see Taemin personally, he made up some bullshit about him being asked specifically to do this task, and if they didn’t help they’d have to answer to the director. It was stupid, but it worked.

M/n’s legs felt like complete jelly as he walked to Taemin’s apartment door. Traveling in Korea was nothing like the US, and even though he spent so much time there already it never felt to humble him as he got winded every time.

While catching his breath he might have accidentally walked into the door because a few moments later, Taemin opened the door slightly to see a hunched-over M/n clutching his chest.

“M/n? Are you okay?”

“Huh?” M/n said instantly lifting and straightening himself up, “What, oh yeah, I’m totally fine! H-Here… medicine.” M/n exclaimed, awkwardly handing Taeming the bags of convenience store foods and painkillers.

Confused, but concerned about M/n, Taemin opened the door more and stepped to the side, “Come in, you look like you could use some AC and water.”

Resting on the couch together, M/n watched as Taemin devoured his meal as if he hadn’t eaten for days. M/n giggled at the food filling in Taemin’s mouth, stuffing his cheeks like a tiny squirrel.

“You’ve got something there,” M/n chuckled, extending his arm over to Taemin’s face as a bit of rice stuck to the corner of his mouth. M/n’s thumb swiped over Taemin’s lips to catch the rice. Stunned, Taemin froze as M/n lifted his hand to his own mouth, parted his lips, and sucked the flavor off it.

There was something so sensual about that movement, in Taemin’s mind everything was in slo-mo, M/n eyes gazing right into his almost like a seductive taunt. An invite.

Tempted, Taemin’s arm snaked up to M/n’s wrist and he pushed himself atop of M/n, hands now above him, “Is this what you want?” A shiver ran down M/n’s spine, his question burning his skin up. Is cozying up close with your idol really the move? But at this point, Taemin was more than just a celebrity. He was a muse, a sexy muse. But was this a mistake?

“I want to, I do. I just-”

“Thinking about if people will find out?” Taemin said, cutting out M/n’s concerns for display like he was inside his brain. But Taemin reassured M/n with a kiss on the forehead and a sentence that would change their relationship forever.

“Follow your body, it knows you want my touch.”

It didn’t take long for the two to be stumbling into the bedroom in each other’s arms, sloppy kisses and clothes parting with skin onto the floor.

As Taemin sat M/n down on the bed, his tongue worked around in his mouth as one of his hands lightly tilted the dancer’s chin up, the other wrapped around his neck gently squeezing.

“Look at me, baby,” Taemin sang pulling back away from M/n who whined slightly at the loss of the heat on his lips.

“I got you tonight.”

[xxlady-lunaxx]

your fav kamado siblings and giyuu anon here! ill sign off w a purple heart from now on haha 💜

i have another request! setting and context up to you, just giving you some tags!

hurt/comfort (giyuu gets the comfort), fluff, nightmares, literal sleeping together! :) im sorry cant stop thinking about those three 💜

yaay ! ooh okay, purple anon then <3 (i took so long to write this that i js realized it prolly seemed random to any1 else that youre 💜 anon 😭 IM SORRY) it's nice to see you again :D and of course :O i'll do my best cw! nightmares?? idk just a little panicky at the beginning featuring giyuu and his forcefully adopted siblings, and no particular timeline lmfao... also this is short argh

It must be strange for a Hashira to get nightmares. But then again, they had all faced so many horrors, it would be even more pecuilar if they didn't experience them. Even so, Giyuu felt childish. Waking up in a pool of cold sweat, mind racing with the flashes of blood and deattached limbs strewn about. His chest heaved as he desperately drew in air, trying to catch his breath. He pressed a hand to his fast-beating heart, pushing gently, trying to control it. He hated it. He hated the nights when he was given a break from his duties to rest. It seemed to always end up like this.

As he slowly lowered himself back down, his dream came back to him in full force and replayed in his mind, no matter how much he tried to force it away. Panic rose in him again and he shot back up, almost toppling out of the bed, his arm hitting the wooden floor loudly. He flinched, though he was glad for it as it distracted his thoughts from his dream and he focused on making sure he hadn't broken his wrist (which, of course, he hadn't, but it was a better thought than the ones that threatened to take over).

There was a pattering of footsteps and he tensed, hand straying to the katana that sat by his futon. Then Tanjiro and Nezuko entered the room and he relaxed slightly. He had nearly forgotten.

They were staying over at his house tonight, having been too far from any Wisteria Houses after Tanjiro's mission. They must've heard Giyuu's distress because now they were all bunched up under his blanket, snuggling closer to him. Giyuu decided to let them stay, finding the warmth of their presence comforting.

"Are you okay, Giyuu-san?" Tanjiro asked quietly, after everyone had adjusted.

Giyuu nodded slowly. "Ye-ep," he mumbled, internally slapping himself at the crack in his voice.

"We heard you fall, or something, and got worried. Also it was dreadfully cold alone," Tanjiro hummed, scooting closer and wrapping his arms tightly around Giyuu without a care in the world.

Momentarily, Giyuu tensed, unsure how to take this sudden bit of affection. Yes, they had abruptly slipped into his bed, but he wasn't used to this, it had been so long. He didn't even realize he was crying until Nezuko's sillhouette appeared above him as she gazed at him, eyes tense with worry and scrubbing at his cheeks with the sleeve of her kimono. Giyuu flushed, embarrassed. In his shock, he must've let down his guard. God, he had to pull himself together!

Tanjiro, noticing now, tightened the embrace, burying his head in Giyuu's chest. "Don't cry, Giyuu-san. Do you want me to sing you a song? I used to sing lullabies for my younger siblings," he said, his words muffled by fabric.

Giyuu gave a start. A lullaby? "No... No, I'm okay," he said, voice thick. He cleared his throat several times, tugging Nezuko back down and wrapping and arm around her almost protectively. "It's okay."

Tanjiro's head popped back up to look at him. "You sure? It's not bothering us, if that's what-"

"No," Giyuu repeated, nudging him back down. "I'm fine. I'm sorry."

Tanjiro frowned slightly but settled back under the covers. "Okay. Did something happen earlier? Or did you just hit something?" he asked, after a moment of silence.

"I had a... dream. And I sat up too quickly and... yeah," Giyuu said, trailing off. He didn't really want Tanjiro to know him in his weak moments. This was embarrassing enough.

"Was it a nightmare?" Tanjiro asked.

Giyuu hesitated before answering. Tanjiro didn't sound mocking, at least. Well, yeah, he was Tanjiro... but still. "You can call it that, I suppose," he mumbled, tucking his chin down to his chest.

Nezuko, who had fallen asleep at some point, nuzzled closer, her form shrinking slightly and fitting into Giyuu's arm like a little bundle. A smile softened Giyuu's lips, though nobody could see it, and he held her close, wishing he had met the Kamados in any other circumstance.

"It's okay to have nightmares," Tanjiro said quietly, as if sensing Giyuu's reluctance. "I have them too, sometimes. Everyone has them and being a Demon Slayer basically guarantees nightmares—it's like it comes as part of the job. So don't feel bad!"

Giyuu mulled on this. It was probably true. Nevertheless, he still felt like shit about it. If he was a so-called Hashira, shouldn't he be able to fend off something as stupid as nightmares?

"Okay," he said anyway, wanting to please Tanjiro. he paused, a thought occurring to him. "How often do you have them?"

Tanjiro shifted, not answering for a minute. "It's not really... consistent? They just come and go," he said quietly, reaching over Giyuu to cup Nezuko's hand in his own.

"Oh." Giyuu glanced down. Tanjiro's eyes were closed but he was still awake, slowly tilting to the edge of sleep. "If you... want to talk about them? You can come to me. If you want."

Tanjiro's eyes opened by a breath and he smiled at Giyuu's vague direction. "Thank you, Giyuu-san. You can talk to me too. About anything," he murmured, closing his eyes again.

Giyuu lifted his hand, running it through Tanjiro's short hair. "Okay," he said again, closing his own eyes and resting back against the pillow.

Their quiet breaths became the only sound in the tranquility of the room, slowly pacing into sleep. This would become almost a habit, talking quietly to one another when Tanjiro visited until the conversation lulled into a gentle slumber—the warmth of other presence comforting them until they could finally relax.

I'm so bad at endings, it's not even funny anymore

[lbcreations-blog]

Hi, I got a request for welcome home. The basic premise is that sense the show was an educational program, I wanted to see how y/n would react to the neighbors doing the thing like dora does, i.e talking to y/n and pausing for a response.

so I wasn't sure if you wanted it, where the reader actually watch past eps like that or somehow interact with the chareters on the site.... Soooooo here's my inturpertation on what you mean... (and im sorry for any lore or grammer mistakes) (use of Y/N)

Masterlist

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You. Y/n as a teen loved horror. analog horror being your fav. it was now 2024 and your now 21 and a junier detective for your smarts. and you were looking for a case to do since there wern't anything happing in your small town. you were searching on the internet for days until one day you heard of a site, that was showing things about a show in the 70's.

Apparently the site was up in 2021 but was taken down for some... odd problems. So you being interested in such because most 70's kids shows were always creepy in some way, so you took a look. while looking at the site you thought nothing of it since it looked like some random costamised wiki page of sorts with a bunch of weirdo-thingy-mahbobs

"my EYES hate this bright screen when will this get intersesting- Wha!" you said while looking at the screen. "oh its just a youtube link -_-" you said with a blank face "but wait!... it could help" you said the end of the scentince slowly in a mischeeeeeeeeevisly way.

You then click the link. "hmm its just some of the old eps some one found on vhs oh well im'a watch it anyway" you said "but first POP! CORN!" you then scurry away to get some popcorn, snacks, and a few sodas.

*skip a few mins*

you press play on the 2nd ep on the youtube channel ep 4 s1 Wally's way to apple heaven (you skipped the pilet) "hi there neighbor! today i felt hungry and it seemed i had no apples so we're going to Howdys shop to get some apples. now come along!" Wally inturduced "so neighbor do you see howdys store?" Wally asked

"w-weird i dont remember them mentiong they had a Dora michanic in the show" you said a tad bit confused. "why an't he saying anything.." you then pointed to howdys store on the sreen. "over there, wally" "oh thank you so much neighbor!" wally responded "what the-... uhm ok"

*another time skip*

"thank you so much howdy! now neighbor can you show me where the door is" wally asked "..." this time you didnt respond just to see what happens since youve been asked questions like 4 times now. *40 seconds later* "neighbor~" "ah crap over there!" you panicked and pointed then very quickly turned off your pc "never. again... i need sleep anyways its 1am"

you turend on your lamp and off your light and went to bed.

but... when doing so... you felt a pair of eyes on you....

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THE END

i hope ya liked it i tried my best. good day/night

[st-asya]

Okay, so my passion is whatever my current hyperfixation is and commenting something everyone has already commented. Here we go.

•••

Pilot

1. Things did not go as planned...

Love the way the colour of the font switches to red instead of staying some basic white as the rest of the text, cause my life always does the same, metaphorically speaking, when shit happens (well if somebody typed everything that happens in my life). It's like honey, red means passion and your passion (one more) is turning every single thing in your life to shit when you wanna change something really bad, so imma change the colour for you not to forget that you're gonna fuck something up. Right off the bat, symbolic. Red is my fav colour btw, wonder why (it's, as fall out boy said, a sign (×5) indeed).

2. Pirate bard (?) sounds pretty nice (and beautiful), I already like Frenchie.

3. The "what we're about do will be perilous" speech.

(Why did I instantly think about Lord Farquaad, what's wrong with me?)

And oh my God, the whole bit where Stede talks to the crew is borderline ptsd-loaded flashback, cause I used to work as a teacher so I had to talk to the kids ofc and say something to a class full of students who looked at me the exact same way.

4. Wee John's raised hand and saying that they gotta talk about whatever they're gonna take part in and Stede's enthusiastic yes, damn that hit too close to home. These kinda students are a blessing, btw

5. "We talk it through as a..." and the reluctant ass "crewwwww", my ptsd horrors persist, but so do I. That's the exact same experience I had at work, there's no difference.

6. "Keep it straight if you can" (they couldn't, in fact, keep it straight). Love the way there's a place for choice, cause it's not an order, it's a pretty mild (gentlemanly, see what I did there, huh?) request. Love the way it's not strictly needed (and completely forgotten as the story goes on).

7. Lucius's face expressions throughout the ep are my normal face expressions, wonder why people don't usually think I'm friendly and always ready to chat actually (that's prolly cause they can't read my mind, that's on them duh).

8. "I'll be your robber here today", we all fell for him right this instant, didn't we?

It reminds me of the time I worked as a shop assistant (my career choices are a mess, I know), cause essentially that's who I was, I just had to word it slightly differently so customers would give us their money willingly.

9. The leg crossing and uncrossing is just... Yeah. Idk how to elaborate, I just get it. Completely in character for the character, let's put it that way.

10. The arts and crafts bit is the school experience all over again, I cannot shake this feeling. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed being a teacher a great deal (that's exactly why I don't work as a teacher anymore, yeah).

11. Going from making dresses to being a pirate sounds precisely like my careers changing plans, really.

12. "Do you think Blackbeard's crew sews?" Holy shit, I'd love to see Izzy sew.

13. The mini speech about cats, why is Frenchie so adorable omg

14. Not killing your captain for the sake of hearing the story in full sounds like a solid idea, ngl

15. The complete collective aversion to Lucius's wooden boy voice pls. Turns out Stede stays alive only cuz the crew doesn't want to hear Lucius read, that's loyalty right there.

16. "I've made a mistake, I'm not a pirate, I'm an idiot". Well, omitting the pirate part, it's as relatable as it can possibly get. Ouch

17. Eye. No thoughts, just eye.

18. Stede hiding from the navy is me hiding from my problems, we've got the exact same style of solving them.

19. "It's always the quiet ones", cause usually it's the quiet ones who have to put up with all the shit there can possibly be and they're usually accused of being soft at the same time, I mean you cannot blame Stede for snapping, that's what Badminton deserved (I sound way too bloodthirsty, don't I...)

20. Oul's "might as well enjoy it while it lasts" speaks to me on more levels than I'd like to admit. I love Olu's levelheadedness (is this even a word)

21. I love the way all the flags are up there, it's important for everyone to be included, love this detail so much.

•••

So that's basically just a retelling of the plot with bits of my tho(ugh)ts, tried not to digress too much and not to make it way too personal (initially there were 31 points😅). I'm just genuinely curious to know what the dynamic of my perception of the series will look like at the end, so dear diary, 🎶be prepaaaaaaaared🎶

[hrts4hanniehae]

hi! i saw you were accepting match asks, tysm ♡

personality:

- i am a sentimental person! i keep receipts, tickets, and packaging for memory's sake. i love writing letters to my loved ones and giving them little gifts that remind me of them. i love making people playlists as well ♡

- i'm both introverted and extroverted! i love meeting new people and hearing about their lives, but i wouldn't necessarily be the life of the party.

- i've been through a lot of stuff in my life but i always choose kindness at the end of the day! i just love being kind for the sake of it ♡

- i'm a good listener! people say i have a lot of empathy and that i'm a very comforting person in general :>

- i can be perfectionistic and can pressure myself because of it >_<

- while i come off as a very nurturing person i yearn for someone who'd want to take care of me, a relationship where i don't have to be perfect to be loved ♡

hobbies & passions:

- i love art! i do illustration, design, and physical media like sewing ♡ i also love photography, especially picturing people's everyday lives and interactions with each other, almost like a slice-of-life film :>

- i love love making playlists, i literally have a playlist for any and every mood imaginable. i also love discovering new genres and doing deep dives hehe

- i love collecting trinkets! keychains, stickers, you name it. i think love is stored in the little things ♡

- i love cats and own one kitty ♡

music taste:

- i like listening to anything and everything honestly! i love k-rnb/indie, japanese indie, and ambient :3 my fav artists are yerin baek, crush, wave to earth, and i'm currently listening to lamp!

thank u so much and have a great day! ♡

Hi! Thank you for the request, @0310s

I would match you with…

Lee Jihoon!

The minute I read that you loved making playlists for people, I thought of Jihoon writing music just for you. The both of you have similar ways of expressing your love, which brings you both close together. I would like to think that both Jihoon and you being listeners would balance out because you can both learn to express and let it out with each other. I would also like to think that your writing letters to Jihoon would be his source of lyrics for the music he makes, so he can subtly show the world the love you have for him and how much he appreciates it. Both of you bring each other so much comfort through your love languages. 

The fact that you choose kindness every time makes Jihoon feel that you’re too good for this world. How can you not be angry or mean to people when they wrong you? He would find you so strong to always choose kindness.

Both of you are artists with different mediums. While he creates music in his music room, you would be sitting on the couch, sewing or designing things. Just your presence allows him to feel a sense of comfort. The fact that you think love is stored in the little things resonates deeply with him too, because he feels that love is stored in the music he writes. You make him things that store memories lasting a lifetime while he writes the music forever reminding/telling the world of the love between you two. 

Your wide variety of music tastes makes your shared playlist very lively. He loves watching you vibe to an upbeat song before immediately changing your mood when the next song, a sadder one, comes on. Then when a love song comes on, he would get up to dance with you. I’m inclined to believe that he sings to you as you’re falling asleep beside him. (I’m imagining his bed-head from that one GOSE ep now… he's way too cute)

I feel like your trope would be Black Cat (Jihoon) x Golden Cat (You). 

Thanks for requesting! Hope you liked it and sorry for taking so long!

[a-real-life-hermit]

hiya peeps! if ur on my blog, u may want to read this before u scroll/interact extensively to make sure this is a safe place for u <3

u can learn more about me, the real life hermit, under the cut or get a quick explanation on my pronoun page :3 quick tw just in case: i do talk lightly about gender, sexuality, and disabilities under the cut!

hi hi hello all! glad to see you here! how are u! look at ur lovely face!

before you go any further, while i'm not against minors interacting with my posts, i personally try to avoid interacting regularly with minors! that doesn't mean minors DNI, that just means that if ur age is in ur bio i may keep some space! if we interact and i don't realize ur a minor, pls let me know! i also please know i do swear semi-often, so if you're uncomfy with or triggered by swearing it might be safest for u to click off this blog <3 also this blog IS a safe space for bipoc and queer folks. if you aren't okay with that, feel free to leave my blog immediately.

short and sweet with details later: felix, 20. they/them, enby lesbian, autistic, white, american (central standard time). very fucky sleep schedule. this is a side blog!

that's me, felix! i am the real life hermit. obviously the only hermit ever in existence /s

i'm autistic and hermitcraft is one of my special interests! hence the whole side blog. my sleep schedule is abnormal for my time zone and i don't get out much, so don't be surprised at my strange posting/reblogging hours :D i am nonbinary/genderfluid but use more femme-aligned terms of endearment and i do use queer to describe myself :3

please feel free to message me, send me asks, and tag me in posts, reblogs, or comments! if it's hermitcraft related you can tag/ask/message this blog, but you can also interact with my main blog, @felixxthefrog ! i don't bite i promise <3 i love my moots so much but struggle with reaching out, so don't let my introvertedness discourage you!

as for hermitcraft specifics, this IS a TangoTek Fan Blog. okay? no tango slander. he's my fav.

for the most part i consistently follow Tango, Skizz, Impulse, Ren, Gem, Pearl, Grian, and Scar. i'll watch eps that people recommend or send to me, and will occasionally watch other peoples' vids if i'm bored. i pretty much only watch tango, impulse, and skizz's streams.

i'm okay with character shipping, but i personally only do platonic ships and am anti-content creator shipping as the hermits have requested people not ship the real people.

i love all things fanon, i do post/reblog life series things, and attempt to keep up with the lore around martyn's (inthelittlewood) personal AU lore, tho i'm not super familiar with it. if you are familiar with it, please feel free to rant at me about it in messages or asks <3

anyway. long post over! i'll add more things as i see fit. thanks for reading!

[johnmalevolent]

hello 👉🏻👈🏻..

if u want, for the ship ask game - millymeryl, milly/elendira, and/or mashwood?

u don’t have to do all of them. giving ya variety ig dhsh i hope u have a good rest of ur day

THANK YOU for the ask im doing all of them <3 ramblings under the cut

[ID: Ship Bingo meme for Milly/Meryl, Milly/Elendira, and Mashwood from Trigun. The boxes checked for each ship are:

Mashwood: i'd read a fic, otp x 1000, the angst the drama, qpr, been married for 30 years, free space, rotating my brain like a microwave, i have So Many Headcanons, awwe i love them :) ❤️, part of a bigger polycule, fandom doesn't know them like i do, wlw/mlm solidarity. one bingo

Milendira: i'd read a fic, sure i can see it, they sure do exist, free space, i can see the appeal 👍. no bingo

Merilly: I'd read a fic, otp x 1000, the angst the drama, t4t, free space, rotating in my brain like a microwave, i have So Many Headcanons, awwe i love them :) ❤️, part of a bigger polycule, fandom doesn't know them like i do. no bingo. End ID]

link to ship bingo

Mashwood is a classic, and i have to thank stampede for the amount of merywood interaction that fuels this ot3. i love the hc that they still see each other after stampede's July incident but i would also love some content where they see each other again after a while but each of them has turned into a different person. i think it would be nice for them three (plus milly) to meet at the same time in stampede. like wolfwood visits a tavern in a small town, merilly just happens to pass there on their trip and decides to get some sundae, and then there's eriks and rina. meryl has a diff style, wolfwood is in his cowboy era, vash is Like That, so they might not recognize each other until they hear someone speaks. although, after an episode of hectic gunfight ending with fluff, they realize that they're still them, no matter how much change. and then they get mad at vash for disappearing.

Merilly is definitely my second fav pairing in the old trigun after vashwood and i really really hope stampede would give us more sauce. in the old animanga we had a glimpse into both meryl and milly's family and how different the relationships are!! and you know how meryl isnt always straightforward with her words (even leaning ever so slightly into the tsundere archetype in the 98 anime) while milly sometimes seems like she doesn't think when she speaks but it always hits close to home? and also that meryl speaks a bit more formal than milly? also that meryl has a complicated relationship with her father to whom she doesn't speak much, whereas milly addresses every single member of her family and writes freely? we know the last thing meryl said in tristamp, "Hey, newbie!" she's already thinking about how to face her new colleague!! to be a senpai!! it makes sense if you think how in 98 trigun meryl would sometimes say "this is work, milly!" don't you think they go so well together. don't you think we need more fic/art where they have a heart-to-heart talk during their long work trip, perhaps on the topic of family or stuff like "is this really only work to you?" like in the old one. idk. i've seen some people say that in tristamp, milly and roberto might be related which is why milly requested to work under meryl. if milly IS related to roberto i hope it will make merilly closer than they appeared to be in the old trigun. also, regarding stampede s1 finale: roberto is dead. to meryl, vash is also dead. we dont know where wolfwood is, i love the idea of them meeting from time to time, but we clearly saw meryl alone at the end of ep 12. the angst of meryl as a senpai trying to protect her kouhai, like her senpai did (bonus point if milly is actually related to roberto) so that she wont repeat the past. and milly convincing meryl that whatever happened in the past wasn't her fault and that she did the right thing as best as she could, and that she is a senpai milly loves looks up to. ough. they complement each other and are able to make trigun stampede season 2 a yuri anime.

im not really big into crackship so I've never considered milly/elendira but now that you mention it... yeah why not. its not like a total crackship either they do make sense somewhat.

(idk how coherent this is i literally used google translate for some of them haha)

[bellewintersroe]

Hi :) Would you consider doing a Band Of brothers ship for me? Pronouns she/her, I have fluffy caramel hair and blushed cheeks. I wear lots of wide-fit, vintage, velvety clothing and Art Deco jewellery. Am easy-going, low-voiced, bluntly honest, more of a listener than a talker but am a total flirt when I like someone :)

Adore painting, art therapy, music, creativity - and psychology behind creativity.

Am most comfortable around someone once they’ve shown a flawed side of themself, and I fall hard for real warmth and character.

Thank you! No worries if you don’t want to do the ship :) Love your writing, keep it up.

hey of course!!! Thank you for your request and sorry for the long wait &lt;;3

I ship you with… David Webster!

LISTEN WHY DO PEOPLE NOT LIKE THIS MAN HES SO ATTRACTIVE- genuinely such a stand out performance in BoB and ep 8 was genuinely one of my fav episodes.

Webster would find you attractive from the second he saw you, with your quirky fashion sense and how artistic you are he finds it so sexy.

you two would have so much in common? At first you might be like meh he’s not very smooth, but the genuine warmth of his character and how he’s brutally honest and opinionated in many situations matches your energy perfectly.

if you flirt with him he’d lose the ability to speak.

let’s say you’re doing something creative or reading a book about artists, he’d probably come over and accidentally bug you but it’s only out of pure intentions, he’d just wanna see you.

you could tell him he’s annoying and then kiss him and he’d be like WOAH WHAT?!

genuinely questions how you’re so into him, baffled that you’re as attracted to him as he is to you.

you’d read to each other and you could paint him or create him something super cool and he’d cherish it literally for ever. Like, even if it’s a crumpled piece of nothing in the bottom of his pocket he STILL keeps it.

Let me tell you Liebgott fancied the duck out of you and he is PISSED when you choose Webster- Web is soooo smug he fucking loves it, haha u loser I got the girl.

no but genuinely is so respectful, he’s never want to cross a boundary with you, and if he did he’s glad you’d be so honest with him.

really values the honesty of your opinions, however I think the two of you have the potential to clash a little? Just kiss him and he’ll shut up though.

at the end of the war you calm him down, you’d be his muse when he’s the most vulnerable, and he’d really become more confident around you at this point.

stands the fuck up for you. If anybody says shit he has a gun to their cheek- or even just straight up punches them. Even Liebgott is a little intimidated. (Lieb would be super proud tho).

maybe if you give him a piece of your jewellery to remember you by when he gets sent off the line for those few months to recover he’d stare at it all the time.

very sentimental, would probs cry if he missed you.

keeps pictures of you in his wallet and stuck in his car mirror 🥺🥺

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I ship you platonically with… Babe Heffron!

This mf is so hard to write about platonically cos I love him and he’s too cute.

defiantly has a crush on you, stares gob smacked when he first see’s you but then his eyes shift to the left and- AWOOP jump scare Webster’s death staring at him.

realises it ain’t gonna happen, but grows very close to you as a friend, he’s chatty so it’s very easy and he genuinely has such an interest in your art.

BEGS BEGS BEGS you to make him something/ draw him then sulks when he loses it.

scared of Webster? Until after Bastogne and his confidence grows.

I just think Babe is so authentic so you’d really enjoy his company and I think he’d turn to you for advice about almost anything?

Is surprisingly good at advice, just nobody realises as he comes across not like that.

defends you against anybody, finally teams up with Webster finally.

the best of friends, life long, the kind where you want your kids to be friends and they are.

ahhhh so cute, you’d be his wing woman.

Easy to bully lollllll

[m1ckeyb3rry]

PAUSE DO I SPOT A YONA PFP??? If I’m wrong don’t say anything because that’d be embarrassing oops I’m like squinting try to zoom in on the icon shshshsh

Yeah of all things I was really not expecting blue for kiyora…definitely was giving me some warm tone vibes but oh well ig??? Barou’s red and black color combo >>>

Stop I definitely played the star wars one at some point too LMAOO I’m about the crack open the Rio angry birds for old times sake atp

Fanon interpretations are just the bane of all characters’ existence…which is why I usually stay clear from a majority of the fandom LOL I’m ngl I said I’d watch and did not even start ep 1 but I’m going now!! Will update you on thoughts fs LOL

REAL he may not be throwing hands but that doesn’t stop him from throwing shade!!!

LMAOAO you really said “nuh uh that’s Tullia’s man” I have no complaints about lack of Isagi content he’s the protag he’s got enough out there

No if they made Barou look good from the start he’d 100% have more fans…I know we’ve mentioned this at some point but kaneshiro trying to make Barou be the handsome gorilla like villain kills me a little like wdym?? Maybe that’s why he looks so crunchy in the beginning too

Honestly it’s not even the horror aura or anything the whole tongue out Rin is just uh…not my thing LMAO can’t wait to see what happens next tho (Karasu moment soon pls)!!

Also HAHAH GL LOCKING IN!!! You got this we trust you to cook and serve o7

- Karasu anon

YESS it is a yona pfp!! it’s her in an official art w hak although ofc hak is cropped out…hakyona is so tabimira coded LMAOAOAO plus i love yotd sm so i had to go back to the yona pfp (i had this pfp a while ago LOL) and it only helps that it fits my theme so well w the flowers matching the gold!!

they could’ve given him purple like reo is literally the only character w any shade of purple but like imagine even a lavender or smth for kiyora?? maybe i’m just a fiend for the purple eyes + black hair combo LMAOO praying we’ll get a character w that at some point since both karasu and kiyora were busts 😩 barou never disappoints though his colors are so good (i think my other favs are hiori’s because the shade of blue is sooo pretty, yukimiya’s because the brown + orangey gold is surprisingly rlly pleasing?? and nagi because i like the contrast of the pale haired character having the black skulls and death aura LMAO)

angry birds is just one of those defining games LMAO like it truly is so characteristic of that era (alongside candy crush bruh that’s such a classic that even though nagi canonically mostly plays first person shooter games i always make him a candy crush + subway surfers enjoyer i just think it’s sm funnier)

LMAOOO can’t name a single character that was improved by their fanon characterization…i wonder if people hate on any of my characterizations 🤔 like “omg why did she make karasu a loser…why is rin an emotionally unintelligent emo…why is kaiser repressed…why is nagi roasting everyone” HAHAHA oh well though they can feel free to scroll if so 😒 and yes keep me updated w thoughts for sure ☝🏻

NO FR like he (and kunigami for that matter) are so tullia love interest coded that idt i could write for them…only if someone requested ig 🤔 and LMAO yes the itoshis aiku and isagi are not suffering by me not writing for them there’s plenty of others to fill those tags up 😭

maybe it’s just a cultural thing where kaneshiro was going for handsome gorilla in comparison to what japanese people tend to be built like but all that i see with barou is fine handsome amazing huge husband KFNFSJSJ like if i squint ig i can see it but just barely 😩 bruh i need to write for barou or smth i feel like we always hype him up in our convos but there’s zero content of him in the miraverse (besides fwtkac bestie having a crush on him ig?? she’s so real for that though…girlie wanted nagi reo AND barou she has taste…ended up in an enemies to lovers arc w otoya though 😓💔 it’s her punishment for also wanting isagi ig)

yeah i get the narrative reasons for tongue out rin and admittedly it is a creative way to show him releasing his inhibitions however i’m very very grossed out by saliva and mucus and snot and stuff like that so it’s not my fav visual for sure 😭 PRAYING FOR A KARASU MOMENT SOON THOUGH he’s had a line or two in like every bm vs pxg chapter so there’s no way he’s not going to do smth soon i hope…also wait just remembered that aryu is ranked higher than him in terms of bids rn BRUH if fucking ARYU makes it and karasu doesn’t i’m crashing out 😰

YES LOCKING IN i’m hoping to get one of the reqs done like tn/tmrw night so look forward to it!! it’s one that i think people will rlly enjoy 👀 (at least the idea…we’ll see abt the execution LMAO)

[slytherinshua]

Ooohhhhhh i just thought bc the way you wrote shinyu was so cute 😭😭

unfortunately, i was a predebut stan of tws but bc i decided to support svts juniors but then their pre release got stuck in my head and then i found put they were all introverts and then i went down a spiral and now i have a huuugggee soft spot for tws

i was so happy when plot twist won so many awards and now that if im n can you be my s? is also winning awards. it sucks that they're only famous in korea, literally so less people stan them internationally.

They're like the first group whose discography ive listened to, fully. as soon as it was released.

my favourite song from the debut album is either first hooky or unplugged boy, i love them both so so so much. from summer beat i love you+me=7942 and fire confetti. double take and oh my my: honorable mentions.

Youre soo right abt jebewon btw. i was never really into all the 'they'll disband!' thing and all but the first 5th gen group i liked was bnd and then tws when they debuted but i watched 2 eps of zbtv and suddenly bam! everything is zb1. hanbin was my bias before i even knew who zb1 was😭😭

Me and my friend both stan svt but then we have such different choices in both 5th and 4th gen. shes a moa and im a stay, shes a onedoor and im an sai_rose so :/ and on top of that she was there for the entirety of boys planet 😭😭😭

i always loved bnds music and myungjae was everywhere on my fyp but i started watching them now and god i absolutely adore sungho (and leehan)

no bc i was spent like 30 minutes trying to remember which anon i was 😭😭 i had exams so i just kind of went off of everything 🙃 but yeah!!! Im back!!!

HAVE THE BESTEST DAY EVER!!

🌱

yeah skdjs I get a lot of requests for shinyu I absolutely love writing for him but he’s not my bias!!

me too I’m a predebut stan and I’m so glad I was I was like I’m gonna support them no matter what when the video dropped I was so dedicated I was teaching my friends their faces like minutes after cause I forced my brain to learn their faces even tho there was only one video to go by. I would take so many screenshots too I slowed the video down to like get smooth ones as well LMAO

yeah not many stan internationally but I think people will slowly start to stan as they have more comebacks. they’re definitely marketed towards Korea which personally I love. tho it is a little weird cause I’m like they’re not nugu by any means but literally no one stans them 😭😭😭 but it’s okay soon there will be more sai!!!

from debut my fav songs were unplugged boy and bff but I adored every single song on their debut they have the best debut in the industry imo and I will stand by it!!! years from now their debut will still be iconic because it was so popular in korea and the best debuts are the ones like that

aww yeah 😭😭 I was loosely following them since boys planet started but I never watched any cause I can’t do survival shows. but when they debuted I watched the mv and listened to their songs but still was like no I’m not gonna stan. I rly didn’t want to get attached but the thing is I heard abt gunwook being called ugly and I was like hold up I don’t think he is from what I remember abt the group. and then I just looked him up to make sure and yeah i was right he was the main member who I noticed so I started like knowing abt gunwook more…. and more…… and more…. until eventually I couldn’t stand it anymore and stanned them so yay (but not yay cause I signed myself up for pain my original plan was just to stan gunwook or his group when he redebuted or went solo)

skdjs well I both say you have great taste in 5th gen you rly can’t go wrong all the groups are so good!! omg sungho was my first bonedo bias <3 I was also there for them predebut and I went through a couple biases and struggled forever with the 03z. rn I’m saying I’m ot6 cause I rly can’t choose :(

yeah like 😭😭 I had forgotten u had existed cause it’s been so long the emoji tag was recent when I was searching through anons.. and like since I changed ur tag too it was confusing as well LMAO but I’m so glad ur back when I saw ur ask I was like wait they requests cheol right like I went to double check cause usually my memory is good but yk not always AND YEAH IT WAS!! TYSM I JUST WOKE UP AND IM GONNA GO GET COFFEE AND PLAY SOME TENNIS AND HOPEFULLY WRITE LATER IM EXCITED FOR TODAY <33

[witchthewriter]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: how are we feeling with ep 5??? I feel like I’m being fed with CRUMBS. I want more Harwin, he is my favourite for Rhaenyra (well fav in general). 

Also, this is like a mix of headcanons and an imagine; I just like the dot points breaking up the text🌷

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

SFW🌿

⭑ Your father was the head of a smaller house that was well-known for creating great soldiers. Your brothers were already in the King’s guard, so political matches to further your house were left on the women’s shoulders. 

⭑ And it was because your father was in good faith with King Viserys, that you, along with two of your younger sisters and father, were invited to court. 

⭑ The journey was long, almost two weeks travel, to get to King’s Landing. And as soon as you got there, you were on the move again, as it was Aegon’s second birthday celebration. 

⭑ In the carriage, you felt cranky, sticky and uncomfortable. 

⭑ Your periods had arrived the day before and your sisters weren’t old enough to understand how the monthly attack made a woman feel. 

⭑ “Y/n, you must fix your face before we arrive,” your father commanded. 

⭑ Your attention snapped towards the patriarch of your house and a pang erupted in your abdomen. Fix. My. Face? You thought angrily, the pain was indescribable, and it was all you could do to not rip your father’s head off. 

⭑ “What was that, m’lord?” You retorted. Spitting the name like a viper. 

⭑ Your father knew he had made a dire error. Sitting up straighter, he replied sheepishly, “Nothing y/n.” 

⭑ “No, no. Say it again, please. I misheard you.” 

⭑ “I spoke out of turn,” her father replied. And even though he was the patriarch of your house, the father of so many knights, the one who was expanding your name. 

⭑ He was still a man, who did not understand women. Especially women on their period. 

⭑ No one spoke until your arrival. And even then, your father adverted his eyes. But when you thought he didn’t notice, you asked your sisters to help clean you up. 

⭑ The sun was still high in the sky as you stepped out of the carriage and onto the dirt ground. A tent had been erected in the middle of the grounds, and a fire stood blazing. 

⭑ Your body was being attacked by pain and anxiety; daggers and butterflies. Surely not every woman felt like this while at court? Wouldn’t these nerves subside? 

⭑ But the weight of the world felt heavy on your rose-gold-clad shoulders. Your dress showing your collar bones and a golden necklace hung on your chest, with your house’s animal in the center. 

⭑ There seemed as if hundreds of people engulfed you. Your sisters hung by your sides, hands clasping your own. 

⭑ Your father led the way, his cloak billowing in the dusty wind. You blinked violently, but the dirt had found its way in your eyes. Your sisters squealing as they too were attacked by the wind. 

⭑ But in the mere seconds your eyes had closed, your father had disappeared and you were lost in the waning crowd. 

⭑ Social gatherings weren’t your forte, especially ones that were so important. 

⭑ “Where’s papa?” Your youngest sister asked, she had only celebrated her 9th year last month. 

    “We’ll find him,” a deep voice replied from behind you. 

⭑ Spinning around, your sisters still holding onto your hands, you saw a tall man with dark hair and a beard to match. 

⭑ He offered you a kind smile. And you could tell that he was trying to show you that he was no threat. 

⭑ “Thank you, Ser,” you curtsied, although awkwardly, as your sisters trembled into your dress. The sun was too bright for them to see Ser Harwin’s smile. All they could make out was a dark giant with a deep voice. 

⭑ “I know this can be overwhelming,” he remarked. His honesty was something that you weren’t expecting. 

⭑ Harwin bent down, so he was eye to eye with your youngest sister. He looked at her with a jokingly stern stare, then smiled. She mirrored him. 

⭑ “Do you like food?” He asked, a dramatic expression of questioning on his face.

  “Yes,” your sister responded lightly. 

“Do you like sweets?” 

     Both of your sisters’ eyes lit up. And your middle sister answered for both of them. 

    “I hear there are tables full of cake, pastries, sweets, and biscuits inside.” 

⭑ He stood up and the girls flocked him, grabbing onto his hands as they pulled him inside. But Harwin waited for you to move, opening his arm so that you could link yours with his. 

[words-4u]

little rockstar (pt. 2) - d.r

➩ read part 1: here

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

wc: 2.8k

formula 1 masterlist

it was 7 months in the making but your first full-length album was finally out. after the reception your EP received when you went on tour, you felt more inspired than ever and had so many melodies just waiting to be turned into proper songs.

when your manager told you that jimmy fallon wanted to book you as a guest to promote your new album and the musical performance for the day, you let out the most high-pitched squeal of your life.

everyone dreams of going on talk shows like that and here you were about to do one and the best part was that you were doing it with the love of your life. not jimmy fallon (although he is one of your fav people) but your elite racing driver boyfriend, daniel ricciardo. he was the first person you told the news to and you were so happy when he told you that jimmy also booked him on the same day for a joint interview.

your relationship has been public for several months and you've gotten so much support from all his f1 friends and your artist friends, of course, there were a few trolls but the two of you never pay them no mind.

it was finally the day of your interview on jimmy and since you and daniel haven't seen each other in 3 weeks due to his race schedules, he wanted to get ready in the same hotel suite. he even flew out your glam team from los angeles to help with your big day.

you chose two outfits from the stylist, one of them daniel had a say in because you loved his opinion when it came to fashion. for the interview portion on jimmy fallon, you decided to go with a navy blue strapless pinstripe dress that had a white band around the top.

daniel stuck with the blue and white theme as well going for a blue jacket, and a white t-shirt pairing it with some black slacks. he donned a silver chain because he knew the effect it has on you.

the two of you shared a very long embrace and a few short kisses before you were both rushed to go tape the show.

when you arrived, you and daniel were sent to different green rooms for the show. yours had all the snacks that you requested, some chocolate bars and popcorn. just as you opened a bag there were knock on your door. you were pleased to fin that it was jimmy coming to introduce himself before the show.

"y/n freaking y/l/n!!"

"jimmy fucking fallon!" you matched his enthusiasm.

he laughed and you both leaned in for a hug.

"thank you for coming. i am a big fan of your music and i can't wait to hear you live and just talk you and daniel, the new it couple."

"please i can speak for nth of us when i say that we are more than happy to be here,"

"she's right," an aussie voice rang.

daniel was making his way down the hall to your green room.

"the man himself, daniel ricciardo."

"jimmy man it's so good to meet you."

they did a little bro hug which was cute and then pulled away from each other.

"i was making my way down the hall introducing myself to everyone like i normally but you just saved me a trip, thanks," he joked.

"it's cause i couldn't keep away from this one," he leaned an arm against your door and kissed the top of your head.

"you guys are so cute it's disgusting," jimmy said which made the two to you laugh.

"well i have to go but i can't wait to talk to you guys more out there!'

you and daniel waved him goodbye before he lead you back into your room and on the couch where you cuddled while watching jimmy fallon do the opening monologue. after 15 minutes, there were knocks from the PA's telling you that you guys were on right after a commercial break.

"let's do this," daniel said as he quickly kissed your lips not wanting to ruin any of your makeup too much.

"we got this," you held on to his hand as he led the way outside and behind the big blue curtains where you could hear jimmy queuing you guys up.

"first up, we have the incredibly talented singer/songwriter whose newest single is currently number 1 on the billboard hot 100 chart and with her we have one of the hottest on and off track racing driver in formula 1 and my new favourite it couple, give it up for y/n y/l/n and daniel ricciardo!"

the curtain lifted and the roots began to play a jazzy melody welcoming the two of you to the stage. jimmy stood u clapping and went over to daniel to give him a hug and helped you up the stairs giving you a hug as well before he returned to his desk and you took the seat closest to him.

"wow, wow, wow, i am so happy that you two are here!"

"some are more excited than others," daniel grinned eluding to the fact that you had a harmless crush on jimmy because of his movie 'taxi'.

"what?" jimmy laughed.

"oh, i told you not to bring that up," you hid your face behind your hand.

"what do you mean? now is the prime time to bring up the fact that you have a crush on our dear friend jimmy."

"wait what? you have a crush on me? when you have that greek god as a boyfriend?"

"to be fair, you have been a long-standing crush because i love your movie taxi so much," jimmy threw his head back with laughter once he heard that. "i am being so serious like it's one of my comfort movies!"

"it's true! she mentioned it on our first date and we were on my couch watching by the fourth," daniel added.

"oh wow, it's such an honour to be your longest-running crush. that's amazing but i wanna talk about you really quickly. your new single, angel baby, is absolutely beautiful. people are loving it. i am loving it please tell us what it's all about."

"aw thank you. well, angel baby is actually a song that i wrote in about 3 hours while i was deep in my feelings. i showed it to my music engineer and kinda told him the melody i was going for and we worked around it pretty quickly. within two days i wrote and recorded the song and i'm very happy with how it's being received because it's my favourite thing i've ever written."

"and do you usually record songs that fast?" jimmy asked.

"if i'm really inspired and know exactly the direction i want to take it but most of the time i follow a process and just give myself more time to figure out what i want to do. daniel usually tags along with me to the studio when he's around so that's also fun."

"aww that's cute... is he useful or does he distract you?"

"i will always be a distraction to her, i mean c'mon look at me."

that response earned him a whoo from the women in the audience and you laughed shrugging your shoulders in agreeance.

"daniel ricciardo, humble as ever," you joked. "no, but really he's always so excited to be there like if anyone knows him knows how much he loves music so taking him to my studio for the first time was like taking a kid to the candy shop. it was-it was very cute."

"well, angel baby is so touching and very lovey so i'm gonna ask the obvious question: is the song about daniel?"

you blushed as the audience cheered for you to answer. daniel grinned as he stroked your knee lovingly.

"is my new song about being in love about the person i am in love with? yes." you laughed as daniel pumped his fist to the crowd. "i mean looking to real life is the easiest way to find inspiration so yeah it's definitely about him."

"and how does he feel about it?"

you turned to your boyfriend who looked so good under the stage light. "i don't know. danny, how do you feel about my new song?"

"eh, i have heard better." he joked which earned him a whack on the chest. "i'm kidding, no i actually really love it. it's was kind of emotional the first time i heard it cause at that point the only person to have listened to it was y/n/n and her producer. when she played it for me, i was stunned. the lyrics are just so touching and personal to her and the 90s vibe that it has like it's incredible."

"one of your pre-race rituals as a formula one driver is listening to music. do y/n's songs make the playlist?"

"maybe like one or two songs cause i love her voice but before a race, i actually get into rap or heavy metal or edm, something with a strong bass that really gets me pumped."

"drive to survive. it's huge. it's the reason i got into the sport and made me such a fun of yours. what were the reactions like and when did you go 'yeah this is big'?"

daniel slightly readjusted himself in the seat and casually draped a hand on your knee. you learned quickly that his love language is touch and he's very touchy-feely with you and you love it.

"i mean in europe it's obviously a well-known sport but it's lost on the majority of north america so i think drive to survive was the wake-up call that some people needed and also i think it's a great way to get young fans into it. it breaks down the sport and has the good ole netflix drama that everyone loves."

"i saw something from the miami grand prix that i just need to comment on," jimmy pulled out a picture posted on a small blackboard. it was a picture of daniel in the mclaren glittery crop top with his abs on full display. "this picture is... wow. i'm even turned on by it."

the audience whistles and the women scream while you watch daniel soak it all in. your boyfriend was hot, he knows it, you know it and anyone who has eyes knows it too.

"that top has actually become my pyjama," he jokes.

"i can't stop looking," jimmy says.

you took the picture out of jimmy's hands. "yeah me either..."

after gaining laughter from the audience and daniel, you gave the picture back and the host put it under his desk.

"y/n, have you ever been to a grand prix?"

"i have! it was the season opener in bahrain and i'm never gonna forget the feeling of my first time stepping into the paddock, i fangirled so hard."

"no! you're dating an f1 driver, what else could you be fangirling over?"

"absolutely everything," you giggled. "it was my first time! i was geeked."

"and how was meeting other drivers?"

"oh, it was amazing. there was a party that someone threw on the thursday before the weekend and it was so much fun. i got to meet all the drivers and some of their girlfriends/wives who are all stunning. but my favourite part of the night was finding out that some of the drivers were actually fans of my music," you beamed.

"wait who are the drivers? can you tell us?" the in-studio audience cheered and you laughed into daniel's chest.

"yeah! why not? the drivers that actually approached me first were lando norris, esteban ocon and pierre gasly,"

"wow! and what did you say back?"

"i mean i was shocked they even knew who i was and funny enough i was watching previous races from the last season the night before so i was like 'what? no! i am a huge fan of you guys' it was just a fangirl moment all around," you told the story for the audience.

"now, daniel, these grand prix weekends must be filled with so much pressure. from performing well, to making points and podiums. how do you turn it all off? do you balance it well?"

"oh mate it's all about balance. i'd go crazy if i didn't balance the training and intense schedule of formula one with downtime and time for myself, you know? on my days off, i love spending it with y/n like she recently moved to london and because she's in europe it's so much easier to see her and vice versa. we've been doing loads of cooking. she likes to say that she's the better chef but she's a naughty little liar cause i take that title."

you leaned forward from laughter along with jimmy and the audience of studio 6b.

"that's not true, i am the better chef," you protested.

"see?" daniel pointed at you. "liar!"

jimmy chuckled. "okay, i have to let you guys go soon but before i do that i have to ask: y/n, has daniel ever made you try a shoey?"

"i can happily say that i've never had a shoey and there's no part of me that ever wants to try it."

"but we do have a bet that the next time i place a podium, she's gotta chuck one back."

"well, daniel knowing you that will definitely happen and you have to bring back that video of y/n drinking champagne out of your sweaty race shoe," jimmy stood up. "daniel ricciardo and y/n y/l/n, everyone. we will be right back with y/n's first ever tv performance!"

the feed goes to commercial and as soon as you got up daniel had his arm on your shoulders. jimmy approached you guys and said his thank yous for being on the show before you were dragged away by the PA because you had to change for your performance.

during the commercial break, you changed into an outfit that suited the song you were about to perform, a white long sleeve crop top with a matching skirt that had rouched at the top. it was daniel's idea to wear the all-white fit after he found out which song you were going to perform and seeing yourself in it, you realized your man had taste.

you were ushered to the stage and the countdown started from 3 as jimmy introduced you.

"making her tv debut performing angel baby from her first-ever full-length album LUVR, give it up for y/n y/l/n!"

the crowd cheered as the cameras panned to you and right before you started the first verse you glanced at daniel who was sporting the biggest smile on his face.

as the bright white lights come up, you start to sing:

I need a lover to keep me sane

Pull me from hell, bring me back again

Play me the classics, something romantic

Give him my all when I don't even have it

I always dreamed of a solemn face

Someone who feels like a holiday

But now I'm in pieces, barely believing

Starting to think that I've lost all feeling

you started to move towards the camera wanting to connect with your fans who would be watching at home.

You came out the blue on a rainy night, no lie

I'll tell you how I almost died

While you're bringing me back to life

I just wanna live in this moment forever

'Cause I'm afraid that living couldn't get any better

Started giving up on the word "forever"

Until you gave up heaven so we could be together

You're my angel

Angel baby, angel

You're my angel, baby

Baby, you're my angel

Angel baby

I fall in love with the little things

Counting the tattoos on your skin

as you sang that line you drew the number 3 into the air picturing the little number tattooed on daniel's pinkie.

Tell me a secret, and baby, I'll keep it

And maybe we could play house for the weekend...

you finished the song and amongst the cheers from the crowd, you were able to make out daniel's voice whooping the loudest.

"yeah," he yelled. "that's my girl!"

you smiled and put your two hands together bowing in gratitude for the studio's reaction.

jimmy appeared next to you to do to the show's outro. "that's all we have today, folks. that was the talented, y/n y/l/n with angel baby from her album LUVR dropping next week. thank you to our guests y/n and f1 driver daniel ricciardo, goodnight!"

daniel immediately ran up to you and twirled you in a hug. the cameras were still on you with credits rolling and the crowd was very much paying attention but at that moment no one existed to him but you.

"you killed that," he whispered in your ear. "god, i'm so proud."

holding his face in your hands while his were wrapped around your torso, you leaned in. "i love you,"

"love you too my little rockstar," daniel swiftly caught your lips with his making his mark on you in front of studio 6b and the world.

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Your posts contain lot of info , links , pics , data , rankings etc. How do store all these ? How do organize ? Is it An excel sheet or a folder? I'm really amazed sometimes at the amount organization a single post needs on ur blog. This maybe of the reason that ur fav blogger on site .

Happy weekend .

aw, thank you!

I have three advanced degrees but they might as well all be in excel spreadsheets.

I love them. It's unreasonable and I have no excuse. They have tabs and are color coded. These things make me stupidly happy.

By request here’s a screen cap of a bit of said spreadsheet: 

Columns are:

Year |  Code (mine for tracking screen caps) | MDL (whether I tracked and recorded my rating on My Drama List | Title | Subtitle/Alternate Titles |  Origin Country | rating out of 10 | Total Run Time | Breakdown Length (so like 8 eps of 15 min ea) | Min Trope } Sub Trope | Setting | Pair Tone | Pairing (like sunshine/tsundere) | Couple (names of characters) | Heat Level 0-3) | Kiss Rating | Side Pairing | Side Couple |  Side Kiss | Source (platform) | link (to host) | MDL (Link to listing) | R (whether I own hard copy) | Trigger warning | one line pitch |  link to my full review if I did one | any additional notes 

Red means it’s in progress (currently airing). Blue means i want to get ahold of a recording somehow. Grey means it was a microfilm. 

I just input any new BL as I start watching it, fill it in as things go along. Close it out once the series is done. 

I have an additional tab where I keep track of articles I’ve written so I can point people at them when they ask a question, I just use the titles and a bunch of keywords. And a few categories. 

And then a tab where I have how I do my rating system so I don’t forget my own requirements.