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[b.sk] boo seungkwan’s guide to love

synopsis. | an easy, four-step guide on how to win anyone’s heart—written by yours truly, boo seungkwan! (or, the three times seungkwan is determined to set up the perfect way to confess, and the one time he realizes all he has to do is be himself.)

♯ pairing(s). | bestfriend!boo seungkwan x gn!reader, non-idol!svt & gn!reader ♯ genre(s). | best friends/idiots lovers & fluff ♯ wc. | 5.4k ♯ warnings. | cursing, friendly banter (someone save dino), two stupid silly sexual innuendos, some kissing, a few silly misunderstandings (sorry!!! They're Idiots <3), whisper of the heart spoilers!!, reader chokes on water

jay’s musings. | HAPPY BIRTHDAY RANIA-BOO @wheeboo !! this one is ALLL for u!!!! and i mean it. ur genuinely SUCH a sweet and loving person, getting to know u has been such an honor. i love our daily convos and interactions, and am just so so so glad to have met u :) always remember that u! are! made! of! stardust! i hope u enjoy this, mwah <3

Boo Seungkwan needs to get a fucking grip.

He’s sprawled across his living room couch, eyes tracking a ladybug as it crawls across his ceiling. How the little creature somehow managed to be birthed in a winter as cold as this one, he will never know, but Seungkwan prays to whatever stars above that this is a sign of luck for the impending doom laying ahead of him.

Chan, Seungkwan’s roommate, ambles into the room with a bag of chips. He sits down on the chair perpendicular to the forlorn boy and interrupts his overthinking session. “Sulking isn’t going to make the perfect birthday gift for them suddenly appear, you know.”

Seungkwan blows a raspberry into the air. Curse Chan and his ability to read the room.

Okay, here’s the current dilemma: your birthday is coming up. His birthday is coming up. He’s known you for three years now, and for all of those three years he’s been painfully, crazily in love with you. So much he doesn’t think he can survive another year without bursting at the seams. (Chan says he’s being overly dramatic, but Seungkwan knows the racing of his heart and the permanent smile on his face whenever he’s around you are very life-threatening symptoms.)

Therefore, Seungkwan has made it a personal mission of his to finally confess this year, preferably before he succumbs to his feelings once and for all. Problem is, he doesn’t know how. Or when.

“At this point, just wrap yourself up in ribbons and present yourself to them as their gift. They’d love anything you give them, you unfortunately included,” Chan continues around a mouthful of potato chips, scrolling through his phone as he chews rather loudly.

He glares at his roommate. “You can’t be serious.”

The other boy swallows—Seungkwan makes a face at this—and Chan finally turns to the brooding man, his voice becoming earnest.

“Kwannie, I have been the victim of your lovesick rants for three years. And for every one of those three years, you two have endlessly pined after each other with the excuse of ‘just being best friends.’ I mean like, come on, dude. Hansol’s constantly sending me screenshots of his conversations with them, asking why he’s the one being texted when he says that you’re the one they’re dating. I had to tell him—like, just last month—that you two are in fact, not together, and then he didn’t even believe me and almost asked them right then and there. I stopped him before he could. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Seungkwan listens with a frown at his roommate’s fed-up tangent. The ladybug that was on the ceiling is now perched on top of one of their shelves, wandering across the pot of a plant you had gotten him as a gift. Snake plants reflect good luck and resilience for growth, you had told him with a smile, and his mouth curves into a deeper pout.

“Channie-ah, if I’m going to confess, it needs to be perfect! It’s not like I can just throw myself at them and hope they’re willing to jump my bones too,” Seungkwan makes a half-hearted attempt at a joke, his hands hitting the sides of the pillow he’s holding with a thump.

Chan mutters something under his breath. The green, fuzzy pillow is chucked towards his head in response, and the boy shrieks.

“I heard that, you idiot.”

“Then you should know that they like you too, you idiot,” his roommate shoots back, tossing the pillow back towards the couch. “And please don’t talk to me about jumping their bones. That is something I do not want to hear about.”

Seungkwan catches it easily and rests the pillow on his stomach. “If they like me back then that’s even worse,” he bemoans. “That means it needs to be more than perfect.”

He’s not exactly oblivious. Seungkwan’s known now for a little bit that you might harbor some sort of feelings for him back, which is why he’s even allowing himself to move forward with a plan as bold as this in the first place. However, the idea of you still rejecting him—whether it be from unrequited feelings, or even worse, because his confession was pathetically lame—gnaws away at his heart with unrelenting constancy.

“I don’t think it needs to be perfect,” Chan tries to reassure and comfort to the best of his ability, but the way Seungkwan frets makes him doubt he’ll have any influence on the older boy at all. “Like I said before, they’d be happy with anything you’d give them. Especially a confession. I think you could FaceTime them right now, ask them out on a date, and they’ll say yes. Fuck timing, you know?”

It’s as if his words had fallen on deaf ears. His face lighting up with an idea, Seungkwan nods, determination set in his jaw.

“You’re right about timing. I’ll just have to choose the right moment, with a foolproof plan,” he declares dramatically, going to type up a plan in his notes app.

Chan runs a hand over his exasperated face at his friend’s awfully selective hearing, and the ladybug seems to take this as its cue to fly to another room.

┊ Step 1: Choose the right place and time for a private conversation!

Seungkwan determines that the first ideal moment to confess is when you and him are at your favorite cafe, comfortably catching up after a week of not seeing each other.

The cafe is in a lull at the moment, the only other customers being an old couple sitting in front of the large bay windows. You’re donning a comfy sweater and thick woollen scarf, one that was given to you by Seungkwan some few birthdays ago, and his face flushes as he tries to focus on the conversation again. Some story about your closing shift at work and coming home to your dog way later than you had anticipated.

It’s… oddly intimate, Seungkwan thinks as your hands make little gestures while you talk.

The soft, warm overhead cafe lamps make your eyes shine and his breath catches, too afraid to exhale. He thinks if he breathes too harshly he’ll wake up with sweaty palms and a racing heart.

God, he’s so nervous, fidgeting with his fingers and counting the seconds in his head on how long he should be making eye contact with you so as to not come off as suspicious. You smile while recounting the excited way your pup greeted you as you finally had trudged through your front door and the corners of Seungkwan’s mouth arch in turn. Bracing himself, he reaches over the marbled tabletop, grasping a hold of your hands in his as you ramble on and starting to play with your fingers.

Your voice falters for a moment.

Seungkwan traces his thumb along your knuckles and raises an eyebrow, doing his best to look unaffected and not like he wants to press kisses to the pads of your fingertips. When all you do in the end is smile at him and pick up where you left off, he makes a mental fist pump, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Now, all Seungkwan has to do is somehow turn the focal point to him. Maybe wait for a natural pause in the conversation, or–

His brain goes haywire as you run your own thumb along the side of his hand. “Something on your mind?” you tease, though he’s quick to notice how your eyes flit between your intertwined fingers and anywhere but his face.

Interesting.

A boost of confidence surging through him, Seungkwan waits a beat before replying smoothly. “Nothing other than you.”

The hopeless romantic in him cheers.

The larger, more realistic part of him is completely mortified.

He watches with a clenched jaw as your face morphs into one of surprise, to disbelief, and then your face is warming to a hue he, frankly, didn’t know was possible. Seungkwan worries he’s faring not much better, clearing his throat and reassuring himself that he can save this somehow.

I wanted to talk to you about something, is what he wants to say.

“Uh,” he says dumbly instead.

There’s an embarrassingly long period of silence between the two of you, clearly both caught off guard by the other. Your hands are still clasped in his.

He tries again. “So…”

The barista calls your name, a matcha latte and iced americano sat side by side on the counter next to some of your favorite pastries on a cute little tray. As if a spell was broken, the pair of you jump apart like you were caught making out rather than just holding hands. You look at him apologetically. “Sorry, Kwannie. Hold that thought.”

Seungkwan is so, so close to banging his head on the table after you stand up and turn away from him. He momentarily wonders how much the hospital bill would cost.

Miraculously enough, he manages to hold himself back. By the time you’re sliding into the booth, giving him his order and inquiring about what he wanted to tell you, Seungkwan has dreadfully made up his mind to postpone the confession for another day. Cafe confessions are overrated, anyways.

┊ Step 2: Express your immense gratitude and appreciation for your relationship!

The next time Seungkwan decides to try his luck, it's over the course of a few days.

Chan, as per usual, treads into their living room with a snack; this time it’s a bag of sour gummy worms. He blinks in surprise at the sight of his roommate carefully arranging a bouquet of flowers on their table as if he’s approaching a baby deer in the wild. Seungkwan’s eyes are practically slits while he snips away at the ends of the flower stems, tongue caught between his teeth in utmost concentration.

The younger boy hovers near him, a little nervous about interrupting his focus and the consequences that would occur if he did. “What kind of flowers are those?”

“Lilacs,” Seungkwan replies immediately, never losing the attention he has on plucking some of the more wilted leaves off of a particular stem. “With some lavender and baby’s breath.”

Chan lets out a low whistle. He then regards the gift basket sitting next to Seungkwan with a small, knowing smirk. “What’s that in the bag?”

His roommate scowls at him as he ties the bouquet together with a soft, white ribbon, the bow the perfect finishing touch. “None of your business.”

“Who are you giving it t—”

“Channie-ah,” Seungkwan warns in a high, sugary sarcastic tone, and said man only smiles wider. “Don’t you have a gym you should be at right now? Or just somewhere else other than here at home?”

Shrugging, Chan pops the last sour gummy worm in his mouth and hastily crumples the empty bag into a ball. “Guess I could see if Soonyoung is up for going to the gym.”

He disappears into the hallway leading to the bedrooms, leaving Seungkwan to his own devices, and your best friend takes this chance to go over his carefully crafted gifts. He bites his lip. He hopes the flowers are to your liking.

His eyes roam over to the simple wickered gift basket on the table, filled to the brim with your favorite snacks. A handmade card sticks out on the side and he cringes. Maybe he shouldn’t have made that on three hours of sleep. He can see the places where the pen in his hand wavered a little too hard, little imperfections that make his skin crawl.

“Goodluck with your confession, Kwannie-ah,” Chan’s amused tone snaps him out of his thoughts.

He's dressed in more socially acceptable going-out clothes now, opting for a heavy winter jacket over a tank top and sweatpants instead of his favorite fuzzy plaid pajama pants. His gym bag is thrown over his shoulder, a water bottle hastily pushed into one of the side pockets. Seungkwan wrinkles his nose as he catches the sight of the silver chain sitting around his neck. He always told Chan they looked a little tacky, but he never listened. To each their own, he guesses, turning back to the dark oak table.

“Yeah yeah, don’t stay out too late,” Seungkwan waves him off.

Chan throws out a laugh as he steps out the door. “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back. Y’know, so I’m not interrupting anything.”

The door clicks shut before the man can snipe his roommate with the pair of garden shears he’s holding.

Lee Chan was so fucking lucky he helped pay rent for a comfortable apartment nearby their work and in walking distance from a grocery store. Otherwise, Seungkwan swears he would toss the boy into the street without a second thought.

He still had an hour or two before you arrived; you had texted him earlier saying you would stop by after your work with some takeout, excited for a night in with him to catch up on the dramas neglected lately due to busy schedules. Usually, by this time, he would be sending random voice notes to you pestering you for taking so long and doing an improv song about waiting for a long lost love. Now, though, he blesses the stars that you love to take your sweet time on the train, knowing you spend the minutes with music blasting through your headphones as you gaze out the window lost in thought.

So Seungkwan spends his own time fussing over his appearance, switching from casual clothes to comfy pajamas to business formal (you never know), before he finally settles on some wide-legged joggers and a layered hoodie. That way, he reasons as he fixes his hair for the thirtieth time, no matter if you wanted to go out for a stroll or stay in and cuddle—assuming you accepted his confession, of course—he would be ready to go.

A brrring! from his phone startles him. He rushes to the living room as a muted knock on the door sounds, indicating your arrival.

Okay, Boo Seungkwan, he sucks in a breath. Play it cool.

The first thirty minutes or so go relatively peaceful. You’re fresh in your work clothes, greeting him with a tired smile and your guys’ favorite ramen takeout place. Light, easygoing chatter about your day calms his nerves, making himself comfortable on the couch with your leg pressed against his. It’s moments like these that Seungkwan really cherishes; your skinship and his eagerness, your careful attentiveness and his long rambles, your laugh and his joke being the cause of it.

Photographs and miscellaneous wall prints hang from his walls and watch over the two of you comfortably as you slurp down your ramen, giggling over who can make the most noise. His apartment is homely and he takes pride in it—he never lets anyone forget the amount of hours he spent pouring over what shade of green to paint the walls—but somehow, having you here only makes the place more lively. More homely.

As you’re cleaning up the living room table, a song spilling from your lips, it takes everything in him to not grab you by the waist and kiss you breathless. Instead, Seungkwan makes an excuse to retreat briefly to his bedroom, snatching the flowers and gift basket he had carefully stashed away under his desk.

You look up when he returns and halt in your efforts in stretching his favorite throw—a quilt his mother bought for him—across your body. Surprise is plastered all over your face, and he nervously bites his lip. He really hopes he doesn’t look as whipped for you as he feels right now.

“Hi,” he starts, bowing his head awkwardly and setting the gift basket on your lap. “These are for you.”

Your hands reach for the flowers, lips parted slightly and eyes wide with innocent bliss. Your voice echoes his in a question. “For me?”

“Ah, yeah,” he scratches at his neck and sits down, not wanting to hover over you like some intimidating guy at the bar. Your name falls off his tongue like it was there waiting to be let out. “I wanted to thank you. You um, mean a lot to me, you know? You’ve truly made my life so much more worth living. Whenever I’m sad, you’re right there to hold my hand through it, and whenever I’m happy, it’s like you take that joy and make it tenfold. I truly… don’t know where I would be without your kindness and support. I say this all because… well…”

The words get caught in his throat and he feels himself freeze in panic.

“...Seungkwan?” your smile is puzzled and his gaze pierces you with an intensity that makes you shift in your seat. “Uh, thank you, but my birthday isn’t for another two weeks.”

“I totally understand!—oh.”

He didn't exactly predict you misunderstanding this interaction as one of the thousands of possible outcomes during his nightly overthinking sessions, so he has no idea how to respond. “Uh. Um. This is for another reason other than your birthday, actually.”

“Oh, okay,” you pause. “Then what is it all for? Did you finally snap the friendship bracelet I gave you? You know I can make you a new one; kinda knew it would break with the amount of crap you put it through.”

Before Seungkwan can respond, there’s a heavy series of clunk!-clank!-clink!’s at the door, followed by someone very obviously jingling a set of house keys.

“Seungkwan!” someone sing-songs insufferably from outside the door, and the mentioned person can quite literally hear his jerk of a roommate turning the doorknob multiple times without actually opening it. “My lovely roommate and best friend, I’m home! I cannot wait to tell you about my very productive time at the gym with Soonyoung!”

Lee Chan has his grand entrance through the front door of their apartment, making a show out of kicking off his shoes and bumping against every piece of furniture possible. He doesn’t notice the way you two are fixated on him until he’s face to face across the coffee table with Seungkwan’s deadpan stare and your astonished expression. Chan stops mid-yell, arms falling limply to his side as his brain processes the fact that you two are currently not kissing each other with renewed fervor at the unconcealing of long-held feelings.

“Oh, shit. Was I interrupting something?”

Seungkwan decides right then that being homeless is better than having Chan as a roommate, and that he’ll terminate his lease first thing tomorrow morning.

┊ Step 3: Be honest and direct about your feelings!

After that disastrous last attempt, Seungkwan has sworn off trying to confess—at least, for the time being. He needs time to lick his wounded pride better, and in the meantime, Chan owes him daily morning coffee for a month as an apology.

However, it’s like it's your personal job to make it hard for him to keep his mouth shut.

“God,” you groan and miserably throw your head back against the couch. “Their love is so sweet. I’m so sick of them.”

The pair of you are wrapped up in the thick, white comforter on your bed, your laptop screen illuminating your faces in flashes of bright colorful pastels. Whisper of The Heart is a familiar movie to the both of you, having only watched it millions of times—yet you crawl back to it around the same time each year, heart squeezing excitedly at the life lessons of soul-searching and love taught in the Studio Ghibli film.

It’s the end of the movie, and as you delightfully wring your hands in anticipation for the confession scene, Seungkwan shamefully admits to himself that he spent more time watching your reactions than the movie itself. He can’t help it, eyes flickering to you every time you’d giggle or gush at Shizuku and Seiji’s antics. You were particularly fond of the story Shizuku had written, and he had marveled at the way you couldn’t stop yourself from pausing the movie to explain your analysis of the anecdote to him. He knew your theories inside and out, but he hung onto every word that fell off your lips like it was life or death.

You sigh dreamily and startle Seungkwan out of his thoughts. Your hands are now clutching one of the various stuffed animals thrown haphazardly around your bed. On the screen, Seiji’s arms are wrapped tightly around Shizuku, his words ringing loud and clear through your laptop’s speakers. I love you!

“First loves are so powerful,” you sigh again loudly as the credits begin to roll, the recognizable Country Roads playing. “I wish I got to experience something like them. When is it my turn?”

Time slows down.

Seungkwan knows it’s supposed to be a rhetorical question. That he’s supposed to roll his eyes and tell you to stop playing into your delusions; maybe even joke that you should just download a dating app if you’re this desperate. Perhaps it’s because it’s late into the early morning, or because he had one too many of the devastatingly delicious cookies you two had baked earlier—whatever the reason, he doesn’t even think twice before he’s huffing and throwing his arms around your shoulders, his cheek pressed to yours.

“I love you!”

Oh. That wasn’t how that was supposed to go.

You look at him, eyes wide. He can feel your breath against his lips and it makes his brain short-circuit, pulling away as fast as he had hugged you. The air is suddenly so thick it makes his throat feel choked up, like there’s something dry stuck in it, and he’s desperately reaching for some pathetic excuse as to why he just did what he did.

The credits end and the classic Totoro stares at you two for a brief moment on screen, before going black. It’s eerily silent in your room, your clock ticking like a time bomb on your wall. It’s dark except for the little squishable duck nightlight perched on your dresser, and he watches the way you swallow in the dim lighting.

“Stop messing around,” you ultimately laugh, shoving him away hard in the shoulder and reaching for your bottle of water.

He takes note of the nervousness in your giggles. Messing around? Messing around? He feels a mixture of irritation and frustration well up inside of him, pent up from the past few weeks of misfortune. Seungkwan rolls his eyes. “For goodness’ sake, I’m literally not. I’m serious. I love you.”

A choke.

You’re coughing violently and he’s at your side immediately, rubbing your back in soothing circles. The plushie you were holding is replaced with a proper pillow to keep you upright. “Shit, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?”

It’s as if you don’t even hear him. You inhale a final breath to steady yourself and gawk at him. “Are you serious?”

“Serious about what?”

“You loving me.”

And it’s as if something in him finally snaps.

“Yes, I’m serious,” he whines, theatrically falling on his side and draping his arms over his quickly reddening face. “But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go! It was supposed to be perfect. I had a whole masterminded plan, where we would go to the park, and there’s no one around but us and we sit on a swing set reminiscing about youth, and then the sun would be setting and you’d look at me and go ‘It’s beautiful,’ and then I’d look at you and go—”

Seungkwan stops when he hears your giggle.

He slowly brings his hands down from his face, staring at you with bewilderment.

You’re laughing. He just confessed his undying love for you and you’re laughing.

“Kwannie,” you gasp between fits of laughter, clutching your side with one hand and covering your mouth with the other. “Oh my God, Seungkwan, hold up. Give me a second.”

After your laughter subsides, you gently take his hands in yours. Highlights from the sole source of lighting line your hair in a halo-like glow. Your grin is as wide and as bright as a crescent moon; though his heartbeat is going wild at the what-ifs screaming in his head, he vows that’s going to be his favorite phase of the lunar cycle now.

“Seungkwan,” you start again, tone raw and sweet as honey, “I love you, too.”

You love him. You love him. Fireworks are going off in his brain, and his heart is rejoicing at the fact that you feel the same as he does. He swears he can hear the band that’s playing the congratulatory tune.

“But…” you trail off, and his eyes widen. “Wait, relax. Just listen to me.”

“All that stuff you said—about your confession being perfect. I hope you realize that I don’t need perfection from you,” he opens his mouth to protest, but you stop him with a look. “I’ve never wanted it, either. In fact, I’ve only ever wanted you. This… okay, this is super cheesy, so look away.”

Seungkwan scoffs. You give him another stern look, and he pouts, his gaze zeroing in on your laptop that’s been discarded off to the side. There’s a moment of your hesitation—palpable, so tangible he could hold it in his hands—before he feels the plush of your lips against his cheek.

“You didn’t make me fall for you by being ‘perfect,’ you made me fall for you by being yourself,” you finish, pulling away and ducking your head shyly.

“I—” Seungkwan pauses, his breathing a little shaky. “God, wait, I wish I had a do-over! Hold on.”

A thousand and one thoughts, all incoherent, are running through his mind at lightning speed. You wait patiently as he racks his brain for anything remotely put together.

“Can I kiss you?” is all he ends up asking. He gives up on being eloquent in his speech for now—his mind can’t really function anymore, only focused on one goal, and you giggle as his palm cups your cheek.

Your eyes meet his, shining. “Of course.”

When his lips press to yours, he swears he can see songs and hear colors. If there’s one thing that didn’t go wrong about this impromptu confession, it’s your lips moving against his, soft and tender and everything else he had imagined. You pull away first and he finds himself following, hoping you’ll indulge him in a second one; when you do, smiling against his lips, he feels like he’s made true inner peace with himself.

“Okay, I know this changes things, but please let me have a do-over,” Seungkwan gripes, finally breaking away and resting his forehead against yours. “Let me ask you out for real.”

“Alright, Kwannie,” you laugh and give him another peck on the lips. “When?”

“When?” he echoes, grinning mischievously. “Honey, the surprise is the best part. If I tell you when, it makes it less than perfect.”

┊ Step 4: Pray they don’t reject you Respect their response, no matter good or bad!

On the day of your birthday, you have your first date with Boo Seungkwan.

It’s confirmed when you and him are out on a leisurely walk, meandering around the park near your place and talking about the meanings of life. There’s not much to it; you’re dressed up in your favorite winter clothes, a scarf once again wrapped around your neck, your nose tucked into it to keep it from getting too cold. Your voice is muffled but pleasant to his ears, a warmth biting away the brisk air as the day winds down.

He’s jittery and he knows it. His gloved fingers brush yours every so often, hesitating before pulling away, and his eyes are embarrassed every time they meet yours. You had looked up at him earlier with mirth swimming in your eyes, giggling. “Nervous ‘cause we’re on a date?”

Seungkwan pouts. “Well, yes, actually. Simple as it is, I’d like this to be our first date of many.”

He sees the shock cross your eyes before it's replaced with pure joy. You tuck your face more into your scarf and Seungkwan physically feels his fists clench with the sudden urge to pinch your cheeks.

“Okay,” you mumble, reaching for his hand and locking your fingers together. “Lead the way, then.”

Seungkwan giddily tightens his hold on you. He simply can’t believe his luck. The love between you two feels like second nature, like something he’s known how to do all his life, and he wouldn’t trade the feeling of your hand in his for the world. You’re his go-to point of contact. His best friend. His partner in crime. His person.

The January sun, long and painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink, is dipping behind the city buildings when he stops. He didn’t really have a spot in mind for what he wanted to say, instead basing it off of how many steps he could take before the golden hour light hit your face just right.

He wants to kiss you again.

You quizzically raise an eyebrow as Seungkwan rubs his glove-encased thumb along yours, his brown eyes warm. “I know you said I just have to be myself, but being myself includes being totally and immensely in love with you to the point of having to confess twice. Also because my pride still can’t take that I confessed earlier than I wanted to.”

You’re laughing, and he is too, but he wipes away the tears welling up in his eyes and returns his hands to yours, proceeding. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I’m so grateful and blessed by the stars to have had you in my life as a friend up until now, and I promise you, I’ll do everything I can to return the happiness and more.”

He says your name, soft and precious. Your eyelashes flutter. “Will you let me have the honor of being your boyfriend?”

No hesitation laces your reply.

“Yes, stupid. For you, it’s always yes.”

Sharing giggles, you throw your arms around his neck, lips brushing his before closing the remaining distance. The kiss is just as sweet as the first few, however a little colder due to the frigid winds picking up around you. He feels your smile against his lips and knows his expression is mirroring yours. It's silly and profound, and you would think with how dramatic he’s being, he just proposed to you for life. Shit. He’s getting ahead of himself, and stuffs the thought away for another time.

He pulls away this time and clutches you close to him. “Let’s go inside now? I actually had more to say, but I’m freezing.”

You throw your head back in a mellifluous laugh and nod vigorously. Smiling, Seungkwan firmly believes he’ll never get tired of the sound, just like he’ll never tire of his life being entwined with yours.

┊ Bonus:

Your teeth are chattering and your skin tingles as you step into your wonderfully heated and dimly lit apartment. “Wow, it’s so cold out—”

“Surprise! Happy birthday!”

The lights flicker on as you shout, scrambling back into Seungkwan’s arms. Your friend group stands in various corners of your living area, some holding party poppers and wearing poorly suited birthday hats. Seungcheol holds a cake in his hands that’s frosted with your favorite color. When they see the two of your guys’ interlocked hands, a second round of cheers erupt, and you laugh in disbelief.

“Just so you know, you can thank me for you two finally getting together,” Chan exclaims happily from his spot next to a smirking Jeonghan, pumping his fist in the air with the excitement of a kid who just got told he can stay up an hour past his bedtime.

Seungkwan lunges for him.

“Okay, but am I wrong? Stop it—ow, wait, ouch, stop—!”

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hxmocrastic · 8 months ago

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | HCS

Pairing {📺} ; Yandere!Laios Touden x GN!Reader

Warnings ; Delusion, Obsession, Exhaustion, Brief metaphors of Cannibalism 👀👀

A/N ; He might be a tad bit ooc because I haven't kept up with the manga, but enjoy dungeon meshers !!!! There will be more dungeon meshi content after this 🤍🍲

Before anything takes place, I feel Laios would have to take an interest in you, Whether small or enormous. You'll have to do something that catches his attention, and evidently as short as it is it'll have to be something as large that snags his eyes away from his fixations or something as small as greeting him.

Laios continuous hyperfixation with monsters is an obstacle from granting you his concentration, But it can be done. Laios' obsession would stem from his insecurities and misgivings, Due to his inclination to monsters and beasts many people around him found his person to be eery and strange which lead to the isolation of his peers with the exception of his dear sister, Falin.

The constant sneers and scrutinization from his community of tall men and others have never weakened his resolve, And his love of monsters but the result of it still stings.

Once he takes an interest in you is one for the history books, Only the winged lion knows when or IF he looks away. Once you've caught his interest there is no undoing what shortly ensues.

Laios could hardly remember the people he had met even when they'd be as assertive as they could. Laios could barely remember Kabru's name not his party, So to think he'd finally grant you a portion of the attention he gives to monsters is downright impressive.

I see Laios taking the observational route before he deliberately approaches you, But I can see him greeting you fairly often. Laios would attempt to strike a conversation with you, Whether that'd be related to monsters or a simple warm greeting as he introduces himself. He would try to maintain his gentle demeanor ensuring that he doesn't frighten you away like the rest of his fellow comrades, But oh boy would he fail at doing so. You could just smell the excitement coming off of him.

Laios would begin to befriend you, Sharing the meals Senshi prepares with you, Inviting you to associate with his party, and most of all sharing all of his interests and passions with you.

Think of the way he behaved with Shuro but 10x more augmented with you. He'd talk your ear off day and night about all the different species of monsters as if he wouldn't wake the next day, He'd rant about the various types of basilisks, the eggs of chimera's, and strangely the taste of a female minotaur's milk?

But due to his connection with his party, I think he would be a lot tamer had he been if you had met on the island. Laios would predominantly share all his meals with you, And you'd better put on your best smile and chewing impression if you weren't hungry because your cheeks would be endlessly assaulted by a spoon full of food.

Laios would constantly make sure you'd have enough to eat and enough sleep, So much so you could to start calling him mom habitually at this point. Although you'd see this as nothing but an affectionate gesture, In a way he'd see it as courting.

To me Laios secretes a very delusional vibe, I can definitely visualize him justifying all of his latent clingyness towards you as normal and sweet despite your annoyance. Though the severity of his infatuation depends on when and where'd you meet him. I'd say with his party, He'd be much more gentle with his affections and try to be as sensitive as he could with his eccentricities.

Laios would still often make the mistake of being overly blunt with his observations and compliments, And it could sometimes even insult you. But spending time with this goofball would more likely than not make you aware of his intentions with his words and spare him the scrutiny he receives from Chilchuck, And the others.

Due to this, His infatuation with you will worsen and he'll start equating you with Falin. His sister was the only person who understood the true meaning behind his words and once you, the object of his obsession start showing him he same compassion He'd simply have no other choice but to entertain his delusion.

This is where it begins to take an odd turn in his behavior. The way he'd start to greet you would become jittery, Like a dog greeting it's owner. His excitement would increase tenfold whenever he'd be within a distance of you, like your presence fuels his eagerness. At times it feels as if he's trying to impress you.

Laios undoubtedly try to hog your attention, Try to keep your eyes on him. He'd begin fishing for praise in whatever way whether that be from formulating an elaborate strategy or simply fetching ingredients for the next meal Senshi would cook. He'd begin to grow possessive in a way, trying to pin all of your attentiveness on him, the way he does to you.

Poor boy wouldn't realize what's wrong with it until he starts to see why you always seem so exhausted whenever he's in view, or how he's slowly taking so much of your time and energy you barely give the effort to do something for the party because he's already done it.

He'd still see nothing wrong with it of course, you're still eating, still getting enough sleep but he wonders why you begin to avoid him now. You of course say nothing, trying not to hurt his feelings knowing what he has gone through, See you want to be there for him when his father wasn't, You want him to be happy even with the absence of Falin.

And you prioritizing his happiness is what links you to the party. Laios is without a doubt beyond obsessed with you at this point in time, Your wellbeing far exceeds any voice of reason. Your health and happiness is at the far most importance, Even exceeding his.

You're his everything, And most importantly wants him to be yours. He wants you to dedicate yourself to him, To throw yourself at him like a rabbit to a wolf. To gift him your flesh to consume for HIS wellbeing, To gift yourself his flesh for YOUR wellbeing, The ultimate exchange of love.

Of course Laios himself would never ask you of this, But at times he desires YOU would come to him with such devotion. The same devotion he gives to you day and night, sunset and sunrise, to repay him the same way he has worshipped you ever since he's gained a glimpse of your eyes, and a glimpse of your heart.

A heart he'd consume with his own, Becoming singular with the person he has loved the most, For is that so much to ask??

Laios wouldn't kidnap you, But oh would he have you stay. I mean isn't that what he's been doing all along?? Draining your sense of independence, Training you like a bunny to a owner to rely solely upon him, For it is he who possesses everything you need.

And that's all that matters.

#yandere laios #yandere x reader #male yandere #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #laios touden #laios dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #laios x reader #tw yandere #yandere #tw dark content #dark!laios touden #dark content #x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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haveihitanerve · 4 months ago

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I have an idea:

Tim is Damian's fave brother. He shows it by stabbing him, because in his world aka the loa, if someone is a threat it's a great compliment, and they are treated as such.

The batfam is freaking out bc Damian is trying to kill Tim but he's really just trying to show that he thinks Tim's a really competent person and totally worthy of being his brother.

ooooh this tis so crucnhy gimme a sec-

Timothy was being cruel to himself again. It wasn't uncommon, really, that the third youngest was overly critical of himself, especially concerning work related things, but every time set Damian's teeth on edge.

"Its such a stupid mistake! What am I?? Five!!?!?!" Tim ranted, waving the misprinted sheet around in the air. "Someone could've gotten hurt because of this!"

"Tim, it's not that big of a deal." Dick tried placatingly. "Not a big deal?" Tim shouted back. "What do you mean its not a big deal??? If Jason hadn't caught my dumb mistake one of you could've gotten hurt!" He shook his head in disgust at himself, dropping into a chair.

"Honestly Bruce should've fired me all those years ago. I am a horrible partner."

"Hey!" Dick protested, but Damian knew his eldest brothers arguing wouldn't get anywhere. Tim didn't believe any of the support Dick tried to give him, and was doubtful of even Bruce's praise, which was hard for any of them to brush off.

Damian tuned out his brothers angry argument, weighing the small dagger in his hand. Tim had gifted it to him, on a patrol they had run together oh so long ago.

"A gift." Tim had said. "From one Robin to the next." He hand winked then, grappling away. "Try not to stick it in my back, yeah?" He'd hollered into the wind, and Damian had smiled, in spite of himself.

And he had kept the promise. While Jason and even Dick had gotten plenty of blades lodged in certain places over the years, Damian had never truly attempted to harm Tim. Not in that way. Not anymore. But now...

Tim would never believe he was good enough if Damian didn't see him as worthy competition. He lifted the small dagger up and down a bit, testing how it moved. It was fine craftsmanship, he had to admit, and, though he hated to say it, if he wasn't so attached to it he might even use it more in battle. But, that was no matter. Timothy was distracted anyway.

Damian walked over casually, fighting the urge to creep, to sneak up, because that would only draw attention. Tim even leaned towards him, arm lifting to hug him, even as he continued arguing, eyes not even looking his way. The easy show of trust had Damian hesitate for a second, but he didn't dwell on it long.

Tim looked surprised when he spotted the knife sticking out of his side. "What's wrong?" Dick asked, puzzled as to why he had suddenly stopped speaking. Tim looked at the blade, then lifted his eyes to Damian's in confusion.

"I find you a worthy opponent Drake." Damian said softly. Tim's eyes widened in surprise a moment before Dick was on them, dragging Tim to the med bay while angrily shouting at Damian. But Tim's eyes never strayed from his little brothers face, gratitude shining in his eyes.

#uhh #okay so it was a glorious prompt #i just uh #idk #its not great #but i hope you enjoyed #i wasnt sure how to start and then it just all kinda puddled out #i hope it was at least slightly satisfying to your vision #:p #batfam #batman #tim drake #damian wayne #batbros #besties #batfamily #batfamily headcanons

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justaaveragereader · 2 years ago

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Mine

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Genre: Smut, Toxic Behavior, Dom! Mingi

Warning⛔️: Love Sick Obsessed Mingi, Possessive Sex, Talk Of Owning One Another, Pleasure Dom!Mingi, Breast Play, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Rough Sex, Manipulative Mingi, Oral (giving), Mention Of Pregnancy, Choking, Spanking, Stomach Bulge, Throwing Out Birth Control. If I missed anything👀let me know!

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!!🔞

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Mingi had always loved you, before you two even got together. You had yet to experience a love like Song Mingi. He was your overly grown baby, his heart was always in the right place when it came to you. You always said you wanted a man that worshiped the ground you walked on, a man who was obsessed with you, that is when life gave you Song Mingi.

Sprawled out on the couch, one arm slinging over the back of the couch the other playing with the string on his sweatpants, eyeing you up like you were dinner.

“What are we doing Mingi?! One minute you say it’s okay for me to go out, then the next minute you are pulling me away from brunch with the girls!”

His eyes follow your every movement, your hands constantly waving in the air trying to get your point across. Your heavy breathing, the wrinkle between your eyebrows from being frustrated, yet all this did was make him hard. The underlying possessiveness still prickled his skin but his sexual desire for you out weighed it all.

Letting out a frustrated groan you throw your hands up continuing to rant on and on about how Mingi pulled you away from the brunch you had been planning with your girls for a month. Taking a pause in your ranting you lock eyes with Mingi, to a random person he had the most innocent boba eyes, to you? His eyes held so many dark secrets. You hold his gaze, careful not to break eye contact, you walk up to him slowly, standing in between his man spreading legs. Hand on his shoulder while the other brushes some of the hair out of his face.

“Ming…Can you just please listen to me?” You please though a whisper, desperation lacing your voice.

His hands cup behind your knees, rubbing the back of your thighs all the way up to your ass and settling on your lower back, he brings his head forward to rest it against your stomach breathing in your scent like it’s a drug. His body physically relaxes when he breathes you in.

��I know how those types of girls are y/n. They think I’m no good for you, is that the type of people you want to be friends with? The type that thinks I’m no good?” He says against your stomach, it was always that voice, that damn deep voice.

“They think I’m no good but they don’t know how much I love you, do they baby?” His hands start to lower once again, firmly gripping your hips like you are his life line.

“They don’t have a man who worships the ground they walk on do they? Misery loves company, and my love they want you to accompany them.” He breathes in the scent of you again, you are like his own personal drug, he can and will never get enough of you.

“Ming…” You whisper out, staring at the top of his head in awe..he always knew how to get into your head.

“I would die for you.” He says against your stomach, kissing your lower stomach through your shirt, one hand unbuttoning your pants.

“I would live for you.” He brushes up your shirt, kissing the skin of your lower stomach, gently tugging your pants down to your ankles.

You bite your lip, letting out a low groan, head thrown back. His warm lips on your skin always made you crumble, Song Mingi was your kryptonite.

“I would walk to the end of the earth if you asked me to. That’s how much I love you.” He says before he starts placing open mouth kisses on your lower stomach, leaving small bruises behind to claim you, fingers hooking into the sides of your panties before pulling them down.

“The things I would do for you are endless, don’t you realize that?” He whispers out, fingers coming to run across your wet puffy lips, he looks up at you with your head cocked back, chest heaving up and down from the heavy breathing, your hand tight on his shoulder. You were his goddess and he’d be damned if he let your influential friends ruin what you both had going. They didn’t know a love like you both did, so how could they speak on what was yours?

His fingers rub steady, slow circles on your clit. He watched you with such an intense gaze it felt like he was burning holes into your skin, your body, his temple, he was here to worship you everyday of the week.

“Ming…touch me please.” You whisper out breathlessly, face still pointed to the ceiling. It felt like he lit your body on fire, yet he was the only way to cool you off.

He lets a small smile grace his face, he removes his fingers from your clit, kneeling on the floor between your legs, hands on the back of each of your thighs, parting them to get a view of your dripping wet cunt. He lets out a small groan before diving tongue first into your pussy.

His mouth running over your wet lips before letting his tongue part them, his warm tongue constantly would flicker over your puffy clit before dragging down trying to drink up any essence that escaped from your body. His warm tongue thrusting in you had you seeing stars, the feeling of his plush lips against you littered your body with goosebumps. Your hands comb through his hair, brushing as much of it out of his face so you can have a clear view of him eating you out. Your eyes lock on to his as he stares up at you drinking in your fucked out look, you guys were barely just getting started.

It was something about a big man like him being on his knees for you. Your friends told you he was no good, that being with him would lead to nowhere, that his obsession with you was unhealthy. If only they knew…This is what you lived for, you loved the chase Song Mingi brought to your life, the feeling of being wanted, no, needed fueled your body. His undying love for you made you feel warm and fuzzy. Mixed with the way he was currently slurping you down his throat? This was definitely where you wanted to be.

“Fuck Ming..” your toes being too curl, you are on the brink of a orgasm, you can feel him smile against your dripping core, plugging you full with two of his fingers making sure to repeatedly hammer against your spongy spot, while his warm mouth and plush lips attached to your clit suckling on it, his other hand grabbing a fistful of your ass pushing you closer to him, closer to his mouth. He wanted all of you in every way.

Your hands grip his shoulder for dear life, head thrown back, your back arching, you are cumming with a breathless yell, fingers holding on to him so tight you are sure you left marks on him. He eases his suckling on your clit down, he eases his fingers out of you. The taste of you on his mouth has his own eyes rolling back, his cock hard against his sweatpants twitching at the flavor of you.

Your legs feel wobbly as you finally come down from your high, you place your full body weight against Mingi, his face once again buried in your stomach, he wants to be wrapped around you constantly. Standing up he holds your body so you don’t lose balance, quickly tugging your shirt over your head, unclipping your bra and watching it fall to the floor while your breast falls free from it. The warmth from your breast warming his stomach causing his eyes to flutter back, tossing his head back trying to hold onto what small self control he had left.

“Come on..” he growls out, voice thick with impatience. Hands on both of your ass cheeks lifting you off the ground, before you can even protest he’s swiftly moving down the hallway to your shattered bedroom.

Tossing you on the bed he watches the way your breast jiggle with the landing. His body towers over you from the side of the bed, he looks like he’s starving, like he’s waiting for you to make mistakes before he jumps your bones. Licking his lips, he locks eyes with you, grabbing his hard cock with his hand, letting out a small hiss at the contact.

“Do you see how fucking hard you make me baby? Look how fucking hard my cock is just from eating your pretty pussy out.” He says, voice dropping an octave. He runs his hand up and down his cock. You drop the eye contact to glance at his cock staining in his pants, twitching with every stroke he gives. Your mouth moistens with anticipation. Your body is still sprawled out, naked body on display, legs spread open, leaning up on your elbows.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, only thing you’ll remember is how to say my fucking name.” He growls out before tugging his shirt over his head, he shimmy’s out of his pants quickly. One hand grabbing your ankle, pulling you towards him. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him filling you up.

His large body towers over your frame, his fingertips run lightly over your nipples making sure they harden under his touch causing you to let out a small whimper, making his cock twitch.

“Whose pretty girl are you?” He asks in a breathless whisper. Eyes raking over your body, burning this moment into his brain.

“I’m your.” You pant out, body on fire with anticipation.

“Who do you belong to?”

“ You.” Your response has his cock oozing with pre cum. One of his hands wraps around your throat. Squeezing the sides causes your eyes to flutter.

“Who do you belong to?” He grits out through his teeth, slowly stroking his cock over your eager cunt.

“I belong to Song Mingi.” You say through breathless whisper, the weight of his hands on your throat has you ready to cum alone. Locking eyes with him so you know he believes every word you say.

Letting out a groan he smacks his cock down against your pussy, the squelching noises filling the room, making your body shudder. He rubs the leaking head of his cock against your clit before fully stuffing you full, slowly inching into you before he’s bottoming out in you.

Letting out a breathless whine your back arches, making your breast jiggle, Mingi lowers his mouth, lips connecting with your left nipple, placing small kisses on the bud. He slowly pulls his hips back, tip of his cock at the entry of you before he slams back into you. His lips move to the other nipple, taking it in his mouth, warm lips against your goose bump littered skin. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you, his face pushing further into your chest. His hips rock back and forth into you in a steady motion. Thick cock hitting your spot with every stroke.

“Every inch of you tastes so fucking good.” He says, voice muffled by the sucking of your nipple, never he pulling away, blowing on your nipple watching it harden even more. His hand comes down to your hip, gripping it firmly. His other hand slowly drags up from your navel to your throat, each deep stroke has your body jolting up.

“You are mine, and mine only you know that though…don’t you?” He lowers himself closer to your ear, moist lips connecting with your skin. His hand tightens around your throat again.

“Those silly little friends of yours talk so much shit because they aren’t getting fucked like you. Yet you still hang out with them because you want them to see how I mark your pretty skin. You want them to see how much you belong to me.” His strokes start to pick up speed, your pussy is dripping all over your inner thighs, each thrust resulting in a squelching noise because he is right, and the realization of it all has your teetering on pure bliss.

“Isn’t that right baby? Maybe I should toss out your birth control huh? Throw it in the garbage.” He nips your ear while running his tongue along the side of your neck, leaving small hickies along the way.

The thought of him doing such an act has you clenching around him. Which he gets off on the fact that doing such a deed makes you hot and bothered.

“Then you know what I’ll do after throwing it away? I’m going to cum in you every single day, til you get a bump in this belly.” He slows his strokes, now thrusting hard and deep, each thrust has your toes clenching. He wraps one hand on your thigh, slamming your body harder on his cock with each thrust. While the other runs over your lower stomach. The gaze in his eyes looks feral, he’s so far gone he barely looks like your Mingi.

“I’m going to continue to cum in you every. single. day.” Slamming you harder against him.

“You are going to get swollen with our baby. Then you can go to brunch and show all of your pissy friends whose baby you are carrying.” He groans out, wet skin clapping with each hard thrust. Our baby, our baby, the thought of you creating a small human so you are forever tied to him shouldn’t turn you on but it does, it makes your body on the brink of ecstasy.

“You know why? Because you are mine. You belong to me, no one else.” He whispers out, his strokes start to pick up speed again but do not lose the power behind each thrust. With one hand wrapped tightly on your thigh, slamming you down against him while the other clings to your lower stomach.

A sadistic smile breaks out onto his face, looking up at your fucked out face, your eyes locked onto the small bulge in your stomach, it literally felt like he was rearranging your guts. Moving his hand from your lower belly to your throat choking you once more. Your eyes dance up to his, he looks deranged, in love, and obsessed wrapped in one. He’s looking at you with that gaze. That smile never drops once, he looks at you like he’s wrapping his hands around your soul. Mouthing the words “mine”. With his sped up thrust pushes you over the edge, your back arching, while your hands fly to his arms holding on for dear life as his hips speed up now chasing his own high while you ride yours out.

Grabbing your throat and pulling your face towards his own.

“Who do you belong to?” He grits out.

“You!” You say loudly, body still riding that high of your orgasm.

He slaps your thigh, hand gripping tighter on your throat, his hips wildly moving in and out of you, your body moving like a rag doll with each stroke.

“I said..who. do. you. belong. to!? Hand cracking down on your thigh once more. His eyes glaze over with ferality.

“You! I belong to you! Song Mingi!” You scream out nails raking down his arms, tears of pleasure pouring out of your eyes.

“Yea that’s right. You belong to fucking me.” He grits out once more slamming you feverishly down onto him with each stroke. Holding you flush against him while he paints your insides full of his warm cum. His head is thrown back, chest heaving, while sweat drips down his chest, traveling over his abs and splashing down onto your swollen, cum filled pussy.

Your legs feel like overcooked noodles and fall from around his waist, you let out a small hiss at the feeling, your body slinking back against your mattress completely. Closing your eyes you bask in the feeling of your post orgasm mixed with being stuffed full of Mingi.

He thinks you look absolutely ethereal right now, the afterglow shining off of your skin mixed with that dopey smile on your face is enough to make any man kneel at your feet. He’s just lucky that he’s the man that gets to gravel at your feet.

He doesn’t pull out, he remains deep in you, his hands come down to rub at your sore inner thighs, trying to work out any pain in them. You let out a small satisfied groan. He brings your calves to his shoulders, tossing your legs over them. Bringing his hands to rub at your lower back.

“How do you feel, my love?” He says while focusing on rubbing your sore body. A smile graces your face, a smile so big it puts the sun to shame.

“Relaxed and stuffed.” You say while running a hand over your lower stomach. Your eyes flicker to his concentrated face. He lets out a small laugh, hands working their way behind your calves that are dangling on shoulders. He places small kisses on the skin before he goes back to massaging your calves.

“I’m going to be stuffing you all night my love.” He says in between kissing your calves and massaging them. He always had the ability to say the nastiest things with such a loving tone. You bite your lip, eyes darkening. His hands moving down your legs to rest at your hips, before he flips you over, never once pulling out.

His body pushes heavy against your back, his weight on you is mouth watering. One hand hiking your leg up while the other wraps tightly around your throat, pulling your head slightly off of the bed. His lips brush over your neck, sucking bruises into it before nipping at your ear.

“And after this…I’m throwing your birth control in the trash.” He whispers in your ear before hiking your hips up. He lets out a satisfied sigh, breathing in your scent from your neck has him feeling like he’s on cloud nine.

This was going to be a long night, one thing about Mingi when he had his heart and mind set on something he becomes obsessed with it.

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A/N: Starting to realize toxic smut is all I think of😔🙄…idk where the clip is but I saw something on Twitter that said something along the lines of “when Mingi becomes fixated on something he is damn near obsessed with it/that’s all he thinks about.” And idk if that’s a fact or not but the thought of it mentally has my brain in the state of soup😀🤯💣. I love a man who praises the ground I walk on, like that is so OOWWEE! The thought of man being just so obsessed with me only if it’s Mingi tho.I’m packing it uppppp! But idk if that’s the daddy issues talking or…😀🫣 But anywaysssss hope y’all enjoy😚!

DO NOT REPOST.

#ateez #ateez x reader #Ateez fanfic #song mingi #mingi x reader #song mingi x reader #ateez smut #ateez imagines #mingi smut #kpop smut #mingi #dom! ateez

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smuttysabina · 8 months ago

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IVE vs Dreamcatcher

(IVE x Dreamcatcher- 2.4k Words) Tags: Freaky Lesbian Sex, Homoeroticism, Lots of fluff, Just a fun little piece to establish IVE's personalities, Oh yeah, Fingering, Strapons, Cunnilingus (what a fun word), Lesbian domination, Magical girls vs witches, lets be honest here we all know who's winning, verbal humiliation, moral degeneration, also there's a cool robot-lizard thing.

"In the name of justice, we will punish you!" Yujin's voice rings down from on high, where she poses fashionably with the rest of IVE, as they all glare down at the villains below with righteous fury. Yujin bubbles internally with excitement, this was just like how magical girl stories always went, the pretty, clever, heroines taking on the evil, devious, hot, evildoers! Of course, Leeseo was busy fighting some awesome lizard-robot thing half a city away, but she was certain that IVE could take on Dreamcatcher even outnumbered. With haughty Wonyoung, tenacious Rei, zealous Gaeul, just Liz, and of course, herself, the angelic Yujin, they would have no trouble fighting those nefarious witches; it would be a hard battle for sure, but that just made it all the more magnificent! Putting on her best face, Yujin examines the cretins cowering in the rubble below, just look at them, their faces flush with fear, already trembling in terror in anticipation of their sanction, just look at that girl on the side- Her internal monologue screeches to halt as she focus in on the witch, er, Dami? Before awkwardly calling down to the assembled cultists, "Um, is she doing okay?" Their leader, Jiu, raises her eyebrows before glancing over at Dami, who appears to be hyperventilating and staring a hole through Wonyoung. She smiles kindly and calls back, "Oh, you mean Dami, please do not worry dear," Jiu reassures Yujin, "she just gets overly excited around beautiful women!" Wonyoung perks up slightly at this praise, as usual, and Yujin frowns as she processes this. Well, there often was a weird obsessive villain on the enemy team, who would go all crazy while fighting, so that makes sense! Her confidence restored, Yujin resumes her noble dialogue, "Anyways, we will defeat you, and stop your wicked attacks upon this city!"

As Yujin continues her meandering rant, the dark ladies of Dreamcatcher merely smile, and lick their lips in anticipation, everyone loves magical girls...

Yujin's harangue, (which had gone on for several minutes now) is only stopped when Gaeul soundly cries out in alarm and points downwards, "Look! They have brought their disgusting allies as well!" Yujin squints down at the mess of concrete and spots the ominously familiar slimy shape of a tentacle monster, groveling next to its mistress, that depraved summoner Gahyeon. She draws in a breathe to continue, "I see you have some foul minions with you-" "WAIT," squeaks Gaeul, "what is she doing!" Yujin takes a second look, and realizes that one of the beast's appendages was boldly pulsating between Gahyeon's legs, having disappeared up her skirt; and her stomach certainly had a strange bulge in it... Gaeul is practically frothing at the mouth, "Are you fornicating with that, that THING? That is disgusting! Depraved! You sick freak!" Gahyeon meanwhile simply smirks in response, moaning teasingly up at the prudish girl, which only drives Gaeul's fury only higher. Yujin tones out her fellow IVE member's ravings as her brain attempts to justify what she is seeing. While it certainly was a bit lewd, maybe Gahyeon was symbiotically bound to her monster in some way? Perhaps it connected to her tailbone like a tail or something? Yeah that must be it! It's a bit odd, but hey, they were cool and mature magical girls, of course their foes would take things up a notch! While Rei soothes the the raging Gaeul, Yujin begins bantering once more,

"It doesn't matter what perversities you bring against us, IVE will still be victorious no matter what, on our pride as magical girls!" "I'm going to enjoy making you my magical girl," Siyeon calls up huskily. Yujin feels herself blush slightly, but she steels herself, dealing with an older, sexy, seductive lady's empty flirting was simply part of the job, surely Siyeon was just trying to throw her off before launching a sudden attack! Her eyes sweep over the devious witches, watching for any sign of aggression, but instead she sees... "I'm sorry, but is she masturbating?" Everyone pauses to glance over at Handong, who surreptitiously withdraws her hand from beneath her skirt; cheerfully ignoring the wet sheen coating her fingers. IVE stare down at her with varying degrees of disgust, before Wonyoung steps forward to ask what they had all been thinking, "You do realize we're here to fight right, not have... freaky lesbian sex or something?" Dreamcatcher glance at one another, until Yoohyeon lets out an embarrassed laugh, "Wait, we aren't?" causing all seven of the girls to break out in giggles and snorts of barely restrained mirth. IVE roll their eyes and shift nervously, "We are going to punish you gross perverts," Liz calls down angrily, "you will be begging us for mercy!" Which only made the older girls howl all the louder, and Sua begins to salaciously wiggle her ass while spanking herself, "Oh yes! Harder, dear! Harder!" Liz flushes with what Yujin can only hope is anger, as the rational part of her brain, the one she uses during her day job as an idol, belatedly notices that far from looking humbled, Sua looks downright predatory. Oh she is going to break, she thinks, before her blabbering mind takes control once more and resumes its fantasy of being a heroic magical girl.

Yujin stands straighter, and rallies her girls by reminding them what was at stake, pretending not to notice Rei muttering, "Our chastity?", and preparing them for battle. IVE ready themselves with varying levels of enthusiasm, and in response Dreamcatcher lazily prepare themselves as well. With a triumphal cry, Yujin leaps from the building, leading IVE into the fray, bringing light and righteous wrath against their foes; Dreamcatcher respond with darkness, and peals of mocking laughter.

When Yujin blearily comes to, it takes many moments for her mind to form a cohesive picture of what happened. Belatedly, she notices that she is clad only in scraps of clothing, and comes to the conclusion that she had fallen in valiant combat against overwhelming odds; the vast quantities of energy had obviously torn off her clothes, she had read about it many times. The other part of brain screams and beats at its confinement, but Yujin blithely ignores the truth hidden in that box- Siyeon's fingers curled knuckle-deep in her sopping cunt as she plays her pussy like a piano- No no no, Yujin had been defeated in mutual combat, that is what happened! Shaking her head, she glances around at the ruins around her, and spots no sign of those degenerate villains, evidently IVE had managed to obliterate their foul foes and drive them to flight! Thusly reassured, Yujin sets off to find the rest of her girls, worried about their health.

Yujin first encounters Wonyoung, curled up in the fetal position, her fully nude body covered in marks and bruises from head to toe. Yujin shakes her head, that energy blast sure must have been powerful to strip Wony as well! Crouching down, she tentatively shakes her friend, who lets out a pitiful whine, "I'm a pretty girl," she informs Yujin dreamily, her expression one of utter relaxation. Well that's not good, Yujin thinks to herself, the poor girl had evidently been hit with some sort of stupefying blast had rendered her- feebleminded, Wonyoung moans with ecstasy as Dami and Yoohyeon worship every inch over her body with their lips. Sucking and kissing her quivering flesh until she had broken under their attentions and begged for more, so that when Dami's strap-on entered her she thanked her for it with rapturous tears- No, no. Wonyoung had not been reduced to a squealing slut focused only upon her own sordid pleasures, she had been overcome by foul sorcery. Yes, that's it!

Now with more than a touch of desperation, Yujin tracks down her next member, and finds Rei prostrate with her asshole gaping widely; still gushing a stinking pale liquid into the puddle surrounding her rear. At this her delusional fantasy becomes unsustainable, and her mind reverts to it's more ordinary state, and she finds herself entirely unworried by the sight before her. Rei groans in torment and clutches at her butt, prolapsed and leaking what almost certainly is tentacle monster's semen; which for her, was relatively normal. When she notices her leader squatting next to her, the idol moans piteously, "I think they broke my ass, Yujin." Yujin rolls her eyes, "Oh when is it not broken, Rei?" remembering -the sight of Gahyeon with half her arm up Rei's butt, fisting her furiously until allowing her pet to have its way with the girl while she forced Rei to eat out her cunt and suckle upon her leaking nipples. Rei had wailed and blubbered, but her guts had been violated all the same, even as she climaxed repeatedly like the ass-whore that she was- "Well at least they left your pussy alone," Rei merely grumbles in acknowledgement, before shooing away her leader a hand. "When you're doing better, go check on Wony, I think she's broken," Rei snorts, "Not as much as my asshole!" Yujin has nothing to say to that, so she moves on.

Next up is Liz, perched forlornly on a rock, where Yujin tentatively joins, giving her nude body a cursory examination that offers up few clues. She hesitantly touches her shoulder, "You um, are you good?" Liz gives her a frank look, "Are you?" Yujin snorts in surprise, "Obviously, my guts aren't clogged with cum and I'm not braindead, so I think I'm doing pretty well." Liz looks unconvinced, but nods slowly, "Sure. I'll go check in on the other two then, it sounds like they're a mess," she stands up, before giving Yujin an oddly pitying glance, "You... did good too, okay?" Yujin frowns, "What is that supposed to mean?" Oh but she does know -Siyeon's hands clamped tight around her plump butt as her tongue shoves its way down her throat- Yujin forces it down, "Um, you did a great job punishing her there, really showed some Sadism!" Liz lets out a bleak laugh, "If you count cleaning her ass out with my tongue sure, she did let me try though," she becomes thoughtful, "I did learn a lot, even if she did take over at the end." Which was a bit of a lie when -Sua moans lewdly as Liz plows her from behind with her strap-on, viciously spanking the slut in retribution for the evils she had wrought; but also because it aroused her. At least until Sua grows bored of her lackluster domination (after around ten minutes), and shows her how it's really done, starting with a thorough cleaning of her rear- Yujin simply nods reassuringly, before continuing; at least Liz had done decently well.

Gaeul however, is busy bawling her eyes out, as starkly naked as the rest of them, sitting in a shallow pool of foul-smelling liquids; well to most people at least, to an idol it was beyond normal. Yujin splashes through the puddle of spilt sexual fluids and squats down next to the poor uptight girl before giving her a hug. Gaeul furiously pushes her away however, snarling at her leader, "Don't touch me! I'm... dirty. Those. Those. Those perverts violated me!" Oh they had done more than that -Gaeul wails in distress is she is double penetrated, though that does not stop her from squirting all over Jiu and Handong as they fuck her. Jiu sweetly does her best to comfort the girl, even as Handong depravedly plows her ass with abandon; until the pure and innocent idol had been broken. Gaeul had shamelessly begged for it in the end, demanding that she be defiled, being so needy that Yoohyeon had to come over and fill her mouth as well to shut her up- Yujin makes soothing noises, "You resisted them mightily Gaeul, you did all you could!" Gaeul gives her a baleful look, "Which is more than you ever did." Taken aback, Yujin shakes her head, "What?" "Seriously?" Gaeul points emphatically at Yujin's thighs. Yujin glances down, and discovers that somebody had written their number on her left thigh, while the right bore the message, "Call Me -Siyeon" Her face flushes, ohnononononONONO -Siyeon growls huskily as she makes out with Yujin, groping her perky ass with relish until she is satisfied. Yujin had barely put up any resistance once Siyeon's tongue had been shoved down her throat, her natural libido overcoming her paltry delusions of heroism. She had gorged upon SIyeon's cunt for what felt like hours, swallowing an endless tide of fluids until they ran down her neck. Then she had begged for it. The first to break, Yujin had loudly implored Siyeon, even as the rest of IVE watched appalled, still locked in their own battles, their leader had degenerated into a lewd slut. And oh, how Siyeon had punished her for it, properly, making her denigrate herself even further, making her noisily proclaim what a valiant magical girl she was even as she rode her villainous foe's strap-on. Yujin was a very good magical girl, Siyeon had told her that while she was busy painting her wrists with her sloppy cunt juices, her eyes rolling back as she climaxed continuously-

Yujin moans in mortification as the shamelessness of her fall truly hit her, after all of her outward strength she had given in so easily? What happened to her grand morals and ideals? Gaeul allows some sympathy to shine through, "It's okay Yujin, we all knew you were a slut, you just need to be more honest with yourself," they sit in silence for several minutes before she hesitantly continues, "Though to be honest, I think they did hit you with some sort of... arousal spell? Like you were out of your clothes before we even really started fighting them. Normal fighting I mean, not freaky lesbian sex." Gaeul coughs in embarrassment, but luckily for the both of their fragile egos their phones ping loudly, "Oh, looks like Leeseo finally blew up that alligator cyborg, at least she had fun." Yujin groans, "I want to blow up lizard robots too! Why can't we just do normal magical girl things?" Gaeul sighs and stiffly pats her leader's back, "Maybe we should stick to fighting monsters and not... perverted witches?" Yujin perks up a little at this, "That sounds like a good idea," she winces, "It is going to make seeing them at that awards show next week really awkward though, there is no way were are doing this shit in public." Gaeul gives her a speculative look, "What about in private?"

Yujin smiles, oh she loves her IVE, "Well then we can play at magical girls and witches again, and this time, justice will triumph!"

#smut #kpop smut #ive smut #dreamcatcher smut #Rei smut #Fluff #yujin smut #Wonyoung smut #Liz smut #gaeul smut

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The Games We Play

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Summary- Beware the fae and the games they play. Straying off the path on the way home from yet another boring date, the bustling city night gives way to the bright midday sun. Confused yet intrigued, you stumble upon a beautiful man by a stream who is much more than he seems.

Pairing- Pixie!Felix x fem!Reader

Trope-Fantasy AU/Strangers to lovers au, smut

Rating- 18+ MDNI

Warnings- Vulgarity, sexual language, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), some deception (he's a fae after all) but the intercourse is definitely consensual, he's a bit cheeky with a touch of playful meanness, as always 18+ Minors dni

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @ksmutsociety @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @starlitmark@millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @wooahaeproductions@changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren @minki-moo @1-800-shedevil @woosanbby

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A/N-This is my first time writing Felix and it's my second addition to the Thrill of the Hunt collab with CODN. Make sure you check out all the authors stories!

@sanjoongie I swear I couldn't have done this one without you, all of your help and listening to me rant about anything and everything. This one is definitely dedicated to you 💘

@starlitmark your beta read really helped me finish this and I can't thank you enough! I love you!

@1-800-shedevil thank you so much for reading and letting me know how I'm doing, as well as being encouraging and supportive as you always are, I adore you!

@mint-yooxgi as always my partner in crime and aus, you are always there to hype me and keep me going, I love love love you!

“And the return on my stocks-” your date was droning on, and you dip your head to take a sip of your water to cover your yawn.

You have no idea why you continue to try to date in this city. In your personal experience, there were only three outcomes from such excursions.

One was the scenario you currently find yourself in; a boring, pretentious date who just wanted to talk about money, politics, his most recent car purchase. Too full of themselves to even ask a single question about you without having to volunteer anything on your own.

The second was the overly eager, handsy types that were a little too interested in you, but for all the wrong reasons. Your last date had asked what color panties you’d worn ‘for him’ as the waitress tried not to drop the salad into your lap.

And of course, there was the third. The dates that started well, they seemed very interested in you as well as being interesting themselves. Enough to make you let down your guard, but not enough to have you escaping out a bathroom window.

Yet this third category was pure chaos for you, and not in a fun way. Between finding out the guy has a girlfriend by the approach of a second date, or they turn into the complete opposite of what they represented during the date….

At least the first two were up front about what they were. Dating has just become boring, annoying, lame.

Between your work life draining you six days a week, and little to no social life, it was soul sucking when you had to listen to some suit drone on about the cost of his designer socks.

So here you found yourself, struggling through another boring meal, smiling and nodding along with a bombardment of information you will forget the moment you walk out the door.

Sighing, you look up at the night sky, wondering if there is more to life than this monotony.

Declining the shared cab with your date, you bid him goodbye and decided to take the long route to your apartment.

The park was quiet, the surrounding trees muffling the busy sounds of the city behind you.

Stopping to appreciate the plush green grass, you slip off your shoes to leave the path and let your bare feet sink into the cool blades.

There was a small clearing with a beautiful tree that you’d always longed to read a book under, if only you could find the time.

The urge to just go sit underneath it right this very moment hits you hard and before you realize it, your legs are moving on their own.

“It won’t hurt anything if I just take a moment…” you find yourself saying, blinking lazily as the sunlight cuts through the leaves over your head.

“So pretty…” you hum before it suddenly hits you.

Sunlight? It was night time….

The sound of rushing water plays in your ears as you spin around, shoes still dangling off your fingers. “What the f-” you whisper under your breath, taking in the terrain around you.

“We’re not in Kansas anymore…” you hum mindlessly as your brain tries to process where you are. For some reason, you can hear your granny’s cackle in your mind as you let out a weary sigh.

“Stumbled across a faery ring, did ya?”

“Oh Gran…” you sigh, shaking your head.

Folklore and fairytales, but she’d always warned you.

“It’s a dream, I just fell asleep in the park.” You shrug, not really believing it as you turn to look up at the midday sky, and the lush green plains that appeared to end in a rocky drop off in the distance.

“Well…this is better than my stuffy date.” you snort, marching along the mossy earth to the edge of a wide stream. Rocks jutted out on either side, and the pleasant trickle of water sounds like music to your ears.

A few moments pass before you hear the tinkling laughter of what sounds like children, eyes widening as three creatures leap across the stream.

Their giggles sound like delicate windchimes as they call to a fourth figure, a low voice calling out what can only be obscenities, though none you’ve ever heard before.

“Not so funny when it’s you, eh?!” a childlike voice rings out as the laughter trails off, leaving the soft sounds of the stream behind as you study the now still being.

At first you only take in his form, the lean figure seemingly sulking at the edge of the water.

He…the creature definitely looks as if it’s a male at first glance. The sound of the voice as well is deep and rich enough to be considered masculine.

His obvious unhappiness is apparent as he turns and you can see him a bit better, a pout adorning his full lips as he kicks a pebble into the rushing stream.

“This is ridiculous.” He grumbles loud enough to overhear as he kneels down to trail his fingers through the water.

“Ridiculous!” he repeats, the childish tantrum from what appears to be a grown man has you letting out a laugh before you can stop yourself.

Slapping a hand over your mouth, you can’t help but admire the grace at which he rises and spins as he looks in your direction.

“Who’s there?” He calls, brilliant eyes searching.

Green…no…blue…purple?

Your eyes widen as he meets yours, stunned by the beauty and vibrancy of their colors.

Heterochromia, you think. One brilliant emerald green eye beside a beautiful violet blue.

He gracefully makes his way to you, curiosity and some hesitation to his expression.

His beauty is undeniable as he comes closer, and it nearly has you speechless as he studies you.

His platinum blonde hair curls over his ears, a spattering of freckles covering his flawless honeyed skin. His lips speak of berries and cream, drawing your gaze as he forms words directed at you.

Blinking as you realize he’s spoken, you flick your eyes up to his multicolored gaze. Those lips curl into what you could only call a smirk as his eyes sparkle delightedly.

“Are you lost?” he repeats, those colorful eyes closing slowly as he leans forward, appearing to inhale the air around you.

“Lost?” you ask dumbly, shaking your head at his question. “Can one be lost in a dream?”

His laugh is so different from his face, deep and resonant, rich and smooth like velvet on silk, caressing your aural senses.

“Ah, this is not a dream, love. You appear to have stumbled across a ring.” he hums as he sits upon the rock cross legged.

“Sure it’s not, I just appeared randomly in the fae realm.” Your sarcasm laden words appear to amuse the man as he rocks back and forth to laugh once more.

“Ah you’re going to be one of those.” He hums, his smirk far too adorable to take.

“One of those?” You raise an eyebrow at his comment, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you settle down on your own piece of earth.

His sigh sounds weary to your ears. “Yes, yes. Those that stumble upon faery rings have a variety of reactions. Disbelief, fear, the occasional excitement that leads to despair as they realize-” he stops suddenly, a mischievous smile curling his rosy lips.

“Realize what?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

He merely hums and raises one shoulder into a shrug. “This is only a dream, remember?” He teases, raising his hands to gesture around him, palms up.

“Why would I explain anything if you don’t think this is real?” He asks in a sing-song voice, glancing around the beautiful area.

“Alright then, keep your secrets.” You respond with a wink and a smile, giving him your own shrug, looking away to take in the lush scenery.

“Why are you upset then?” you ask, glancing at him from the side. For some reason, his reaction at your response has you wanting to giggle as his lips pull down into another pout.

“Upset? I’m-” He stops, lip curling as he looks down to poke at the moss growing upon the rock.

“A trick was played upon me.” His low voice is almost inaudible, and you have to lean forward to catch his words.

“What sort of trick?” you ask, curious now. “Were you lured over here as well?”

His eyebrow raises at your interest, seeming to be thinking about answering. A moment passes as he contemplates, then he suddenly sits up and starts to rock once more.

“I have an idea!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together delightedly.

“Why do I feel as if this isn’t a good thing…” you hum under your breath and he just pouts at you once more.

“What is this idea?” You ask him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Let’s play a game…if you win, I’ll tell you.” he says, beaming with glee at his idea.

“And if I lose?” you inquire, feeling like he’s up to something.

“Hm….” he crosses his own arms, hand on his chin as he makes a dramatic thinking face, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“You’re just going to play some kind of weird trick on me, aren’t you?” You huff, shaking your head. “No thanks.”

His lips part as he gasps, eyes widening at your words. “How little you think of me!” he says, hand upon his chest.

“I don’t know you, so the bar is pretty low.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well, play a game with me and you’ll get to know me better.” He responds, his long eyelashes fluttering over those radiant eyes.

“What makes you think I want to get to know you better?” You ask him, rolling your eyes a bit.

To be fair, the idea of learning a bit more about him was enticing, though you weren’t going to admit it to a stranger. Honestly, thinking back to your dates, this was much more enjoyable already.

Fuck it, you think. If this wasn’t a simple dream and you really had accidentally stumbled into the fae realm….

This was infinitely better than your current day to day.

“Well, what else are you doing?” He spreads his hands out, and you can’t argue with that logic.

“Hmm….I suppose that’s true,” you mutter, those mostly innocent eyes studying you with a bit more intelligence than you gave him credit for.

A sudden thought hits you and you grin as you lean towards him.

“What if….when I win, you’ll help me find my way back home..” you challenge him, biting your lip as he tilts his head at you, those gorgeous mismatched eyes processing the idea.

“‘When?’ Ha! …..and if I win?” He asks softly, leaning in with a cheeky smile.

Your breath catches at the way his eyes dance with merriment yet still hold that undercurrent of cunning.

A shiver caresses your spine as his eyes trail down to your mouth, then to your neck. His tongue darts out briefly to wet his lips as a few strands of his blonde hair fall over his forehead.

“If I win…you allow me to kiss you.” he whispers melodically, and you have to blink to stop yourself from being drawn into his enticing gaze.

He grins knowingly as you catch yourself, shaking yourself back to reality.

“You…want to kiss me?” Your brain races at the implications, wondering what the harm is in a simple kiss. The gods know you haven’t gotten any action in awhile and well….

“Just a kiss, right?” you narrow your eyes at him, wondering what his game was.

“Are you some kind of weird pervert?” You ask suddenly, and he throws back his head to laugh at your question.

“Are you afraid of a little nibble?” He teases, leaning back as he crosses his arms once more.

“Nibble? You sound as if you want to cannibalize me.” You wrinkle your nose at him, shaking your head.

His expression is comical as he raises his eyebrows, pausing for a moment before he gives you a small wink. “Just a kiss, for the purposes of this game. I definitely won’t cannibalize you…you have my word….”

You swear he must have momentarily thought about it given the twinkle in his leer but you just shake it off, rather enjoying this little bit of flirty banter.

You give him a slow nod as he watches you, chewing your lower lip as he awaits your answer.

“So…you help me find the way back or…a kiss?” You ask hesitantly and he beams, uncrossing his arms to spread them wide.

“Exactly so.” He repeats, a sly grin curling his pretty mouth.

“What game will we be playing?” you realize you should have asked this first as his eyes light up and he suddenly spins up to his feet gracefully, arms splayed.

“Hide and seek?” His lilting laugh settles a calm over you when you should be worrying, and you narrow your eyes at him once more.

“You want to play a children’s game?” You retort, frowning a little at him, then glancing around at the terrain surrounding you.

Honestly, there are plenty of stone outcroppings and trees dotting the field that spanned as far as you could see. Little mounds rise from the ground and the grass is tall and wild.

“Do you have something else in mind?” He hums, and you glance back over to him.

His seemingly wicked grin softens and you feel a mild wave of comfort as he steps towards you, holding out his hand.

“Let us agree, then. I’ll show you the way to get back, if you should happen to win.” he repeats, and you look down at his hand, feeling as if you should be more wary than you are.

“And…you may have a kiss if I lose.” you respond, taking his hand in yours.

His palm is warm and firm as his fingers wrap around yours, a smile of amusement dancing over his features and he slips his thumb along your knuckles.

His eyes trace your neckline as he grins, and for a moment you swear you can see a sharp fang in his mouth. At your gasp, he merely grins wide, and his teeth all appear to be normal.

Blinking as you shake your head, you draw your hand back, the thought of his touch conjuring not so innocent thoughts in your mind.

“You have to catch me then, not just find me.” you state, bringing your brain back to the matter at hand.

“Of course, what fun would it be if I merely spotted you…” his grin looks almost hungry and you frown momentarily, wondering why you are even agreeing to this.

His smile suddenly lights up, causing you to focus on his excitement.

“I’ll give you until the sun reaches the treeline there.” He points, and you gaze off at the large tree in the distance.

“Um…?” you turn to look at him and that musical laugh washes over your senses once more.

“About fifteen minutes, love.” he teases and tosses you a wink.

“Stop calling me that.” you grumble but he ignores you as he leans back on the rock, hands behind him to prop himself up.

“Tick tock…love.” he grins.

You merely roll your eyes as you stand, glancing down at the heeled shoes you had set next to you. Likely better barefoot…you think, leaving them behind as you jog off into the field to find a place to hide.

“Cheeky little bastard, flirting like that. Just because he’s hot…” you grump, enjoying the soft cool feel of the earth beneath your bare soles.

You turn to glance behind, giving him a brief once over. His long hair brushed his neck, the light platinum seeming to shiver in the midday sun. He appears to be humming to himself and not peeking as you turn to run off.

After a few minutes, you’ve wound your way down a small path leading to a small wooded area along the cliff’s edge. You can barely make out the small area you’d emerged from, only able to see the stream leading off inland.

He’d given you plenty of time, but for some reason your mind seems to be trying to grasp a thought you can’t quite reach.

What are you missing?

What … was there something you should have asked?

You shrug off the questions and look around.

You eye some of the taller trees as you make your way into the little copse of trees near the edge, smiling as you look up.

When you were young, you used to love to climb trees and heights were never an issue. With all of the rocks and mounds scattered throughout, you thought perhaps this was the best spot, as he’d be more likely to check the ground.

The leaves were lush and the branches were thick, so given your time restraints you merely shrug and begin your ascent.

By the time you are perched quite a ways up, you glance over to the tree in the distance he’d mentioned, wondering if it’s been fifteen minutes already.

After a moment of searching, you adjust yourself to look out over the beautiful body of water just beyond the cliff’s edge.

It’s gorgeous here, lush and vibrant. It’s so relaxing, such a change from the dreary city with all the smog and buildings smooshed together. Everywhere you look, there’s something to admire or become fascinated with.

Beware the fae, they are dangerous as they are breathtaking.

“I know Gran, I know…” you hum, shaking your head again to clear it. Once more you wonder how you went from a boring date to playing a silly children’s game with an unknown man.

Man? Are you sure-

“Ah there you are!” the deep, lilting voice startles you to the point where you lose your hold on the trunk of the tree.

You can only let out a yelp as you spot him, hovering at eye level a moment before you feel yourself tumbling from your spot.

Breathless from the fall, eyes clamped shut at the impending impact, you can only think, “This is it, going to break my neck-”

But then a pair of hands are catching you, and you’re being yanked against a hard chest. You immediately throw your arms around the neck of your savior without a thought.

A melodic rumble of a laugh vibrates your shoulder as you ease open an eye.

Still tense from the close call, you are startled yet again to look up at the face of the man by the stream. His eyes are dancing with glee as he gives you an almost wolfish grin.

“How-” you start, then gasp at the span of iridescent wings fluttering behind him.

“Looks like I’ve won.” He states with a smirk, hoisting you up to settle better in his arms.

The ease at which he’s carrying you, like a fucking princess, both amazes and annoys you.

“You! You’re a fucking fae?!” You manage to get out, still clinging embarrassingly to him despite your sudden surge of anger.

“Of course, love.” he whispers close to your ear as he inhales deeply.

“But-you-fucking WINGS?!” your brain seems to clear from the fog it was in, and you just glare at the fae holding you.

He grins at you, and you realize how ridiculous this all is.

Of course, fae are tricky. Your Gran had warned you so many times, but you’d merely brushed what she’d told you, believing her to just be talking nonsense.

Yet here you are, outwitted by some glamour and a pretty face.

“You never said you were a fae.” you grump, ashamed of the sudden pout on your face.

“You never asked.” he responds simply, biting his full bottom lip as he studies you.

“Well that’s not very fair, then. You were always going to win this easily.” you tell him as his eyes dance with amusement.

“Fair?” His laughter causes your heart to flutter, only adding to your annoyance over the situation.

First, he’s this hot with that voice and now he has wings….

Girl, you need to get laid.

WHAT AM I THINKING?!

His breath tickles your ear as he tightens his hold on you, the rich depth of his voice causing you to tremble.

“Who ever said anything about fair, love?” His nose bumps against the shell of your ear and you can’t stop the instant twinge between your legs from the contact, nor the small gasp that escapes your lips.

“Put me down. I’m not letting you kiss me.” you withdraw your arms from his neck, folding them over your chest.

He pulls back as a frown tugs at his lips, his eyes darkening at your words.

“A deal is a deal, love…but…if you’d like me to put you down….” his sudden smirk should have been a warning.

You weren’t prepared for the sudden departure of his arms as he tips you out of them, falling so quickly that you couldn’t even make a noise.

Your stomach turns as your mind races, as the warm air rushes past you while you fall but then you hear a deep laugh as he swoops in to catch you once more.

Clinging to him desperately, you can only shake as you regain your senses. You hadn’t noticed before but he must have flown over the edge of the cliff before he dropped you, because now you were below the edge.

Looking up at the jagged cliff wall, then to the rocks below, you turn your teary eyes to the fae holding you.

“Are you rethinking that phrase?” he asks, the teasing in his tone making you angry enough to glare at him and bare your teeth.

You can feel your heart beat pulse in your neck as you try to calm down, swallowing down your anger. He speaks before you can gather your thoughts enough to protest any more.

“It’s not polite to renege, love. You agreed to the terms before we played.”

Glancing up at those vibrant eyes, you can sense the danger lurking behind them. You knew…you knew well not to anger a fae, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts before you say something without thinking.

“I don’t know if you’re messing with my emotions right now.” You let out a soft sigh, feeling your heart slow to a steady, normal pace as you try to think of what to do next.

“Hm…depends on the emotion.” he winks at you and you can only roll your eyes.

“Can we…go somewhere on the ground where we can talk?” you ask hesitantly, tightening your grip as you glance down once more, to the craggy coastline hundreds of feet below you.

He immediately turns and begins to fly you both inland, much to your relief. Returning to the spot where you’d first come across him, he settles you onto your wobbly feet then steps back to study you.

Clearing your throat, you rub your neck at the momentary resistance you feel at letting him go.

Fucking hell, why am I getting horny over a winged fairy? A cheeky little bastard, at that.

Because he’s interesting, and this is exciting, a little voice whispers.

Quiet, jerk, you tell it, but you find yourself trying not to smile.

“I don’t even know your name.” You find yourself saying as you watch his face. Your eyes are drawn to those beautiful wings, gleaming brilliantly in the now setting sun. You can’t help but notice the weblike design on them, inwardly laughing sardonically at how very trapped you feel just by looking at him.

The sudden darkening of his eyes simultaneously draws you in and causes you to step backwards, slipping on the loose stone under your feet. Before you can fall on your ass, he’s beside you, arm slipping easily around your waist as he pulls you against him.

“You wish to know my name, love?” He hums, those beautiful orbs of his flicking over your face; lingering on your lips, on your tongue as it darts out to wet them.

“Only if you wish to tell me.” is all you manage as your body reacts to his. His chest is firm, the arm tightening around you strong. In your confusion and annoyance before, you’d overlooked just how ridiculously muscular he was.

His pretty face does not match the physique under his clothing, and the sudden spurt of excitement that dampens your panties causes your cheeks to flush.

A wicked smile creeps across his features as his nose flares, leaning into you as his eyes seem to brighten yet darken at the very same time.

“Naive little human, so many questions you never asked…” his eyes flutter as he inhales deeply, his voice dropping even lower as he lets out a soft growl.

“Your name is not what I wish to…discover…”

You swear your swallow is audible as he dips his nose into the crook of your neck, nuzzling gently as your skin breaks into gooseflesh.

“What-” the break in your voice darkens your cheeks as you try to figure out if your trembling is fear or arousal.

Perhaps both…

“What…do you wish to discover?” you finally grate out, your mutinous fingers slipping up into his silky platinum hair.

The sudden hitch of his breath emboldens you- unable to stop yourself, your other hand slips around him to trace up his spine.

Then your fingertips are dancing along the base of his wings.

The muscles there are tight, firm. Your lips part as his body trembles, the deep moan from his throat causing you to soak right through your panties.

Any doubt about his arousal evaporates as his hips jerk, the rigid length of his cock pressing firmly into your thigh.

His fingers suddenly entwine into your hair, gently pulling your head back as he leans back to look at you.

“You play a dangerous game, love.” he whispers, but the words vibrate through your body as you knead the area between his wings.

His fingers tighten in your hair, bringing his full lips to yours, a hair's breadth from coming into contact. The warm breath rasping from him has you yearning to close that tiny distance but his hand keeps you in place.

“I…thought you wanted a kiss…” you murmur, thighs shaking from the possibilities you can see in his hungry gaze.

The puff of air from his exhalation alone is making you insane, his rich, soft laugh reducing you to a quaking mess.

“A kiss is what I’m owed, love. Yet…I never said where I wanted to kiss you…” he grins, exposing a set of sharp fangs.

It should cause you to panic, yet it has the complete opposite effect. It seems that the choked moan that leaves your throat is all he needs to hear, as he suddenly drops his hands to cup your ass.

“Allow me to claim my prize…” he whispers, then you’re being lifted suddenly. You can’t even process anything as his hands lift your thighs to wrap around him.

Before you even register what’s happening, you’re being dumped gently onto a soft surface.

He’s hovering over you, his gaze raking over your prone form as he yanks off his flimsy shirt to expose his well formed torso.

“If you won’t tell me your name-” You gasp as he grabs your shirt, tearing it open to expose your bra underneath. Continuing as he cups your breasts, you shakily ask, “Will you tell me some form of name to call you?”

Humming, he appears to think as he yanks down one cup of your bra, palming himself through his pants as he kneads the soft flesh.

“Show me just how much I please you, and I’ll give you a name you may scream for everyone to hear.” His hands are working at your jeans now, growling low at the annoyance of the material keeping him from you.

“If you can make me moan-” you gasp out as he finally unzips and rips them off of you.

“Oh love…” he chuckles as his palm cups you between your legs. “I haven’t even set my lips upon you yet, and here you are quivering under my touch.”

You reach for him as his fingers dance along your panties, combing back the long strands of his hair as you arch beneath him.

“Your fragrance begs for my kiss, love.” the sudden tearing sound of you panties is lost in your cry as he presses his thumb against your clit. Shame over how soaked you are is washed away by how he rolls it over the nub, slick and gentle.

“Here?” he whispers, his well toned arm holding him above you as he looks down at your spread legs. Your now naked body is exposed completely to him and he licks his lips as he watches your hips move in time with his motions.

“Please-” you whimper, tugging gently on his hair as he glances up at your flushed face. You part your lips on a small moan as his forefinger teases along your slit.

“Ahhh…there it is…that’s what I want to hear, love.” he growls as his fingertip teases at your hole.

Your gaze drops to the straining pants, barely holding back his erection. Your free hand slips down his bare back, dipping into the waist of the material.

“Let me see you-” your voice is laden with need and his eyes dance with lust and amusement.

Leaning back, he makes quick work of the remaining clothing, allowing you to rake your eyes over his gloriously naked body; his thick, rigid cock seeming to beckon you, to enthrall you. Just like him, his penis was pretty and masculine all at once.

It creates an extremely powerful need within you, and you find yourself unable to control the spasms deep within as his palms settle on your thighs to part them.

“Your cunt is begging for my kiss, love.” he whispers as his head delves into your pussy. His hot breath tickles your core as he rubs his nose into your clit.

“Please!” You cry out, trailing off on a moan as you feel his tongue flick out to taste you. His hungry groan has you bucking your hips upward, eager and ready to feel his lips on you.

“Good girl, love. That’s it.” you barely make out the words as his lips encircle your sensitive nub, looking down at him as he sets about his feast.

Incoherent noises leave your throat and mouth as he sucks harshly on the bud, only his hands on your thighs keeping them from wrapping around his pretty head.

His teeth nip gently at you as he pulls back, causing you to whimper in despair.

“Don’t stop-” you rasp out, and he grins fully at you, seemingly delighted at your reaction to him.

“Felix.” he whispers, opening his mouth and letting his tongue dip briefly inside of you, then using the organ to lap at your folds, sucking them into his mouth as he watches you.

“Felix-” you gasp out, tugging firmly on his hair as he teases at your cunt.

“Yes…” he plants a kiss on you, his lips wet and glistening as he parts from you. “Moan for me, moan my name-”

His hands slip down your thighs, then his thumbs are parting your folds, opening you up to his gluttonous stare.

“Such a pretty little cunt, love. Would you like me to stuff it full?” he asks, the gleam in his eyes undeniable.

There’s no universe in which you’d ever say no.

“Anything, please-Felix-” your hands are grabbing at him, desperate for more, for all of him.

“Anything?” The danger in his grin only fuels the need to know what is lurking behind it, and you nod without thinking beyond that.

“Felix-fucking hell, yes, anything-”

“As you wish, love.”

Your head spins as he pushes a finger into you, clenching around him as you cry out wordlessly. His growl only increases your desire as he pumps it slowly in and out of you, curling it gently to tease at your walls.

“That’s it, love. Just like that…though I don’t think it’s enough…” he adds another finger, stretching you as he watches intently.

“More?” he inquires, raising an eyebrow at you. You barely are able to nod as he seems to know exactly where to touch deep within you.

“You-fuck please-” you whimper, panting heavily as he hums. He removes one hand to trail up your body, finding your soft breast. Slowly he moves up your body, never stopping the motion of his fingers inside of you.

“Please what, love? Tell me…tell me what you want…what you need…”

His head dips down, capturing your taut nipple in his mouth, wetting it as he licks and suckles on you.

Your moans only increase at the sensation, and you can feel a familiar tension building within your womb as he pushes yet another finger into you.

A popping sound mixes with your cries as he removes his mouth from your tit, grinning wickedly at the sounds leaving you.

“Cry my name out loud, love. Scream for me and I’ll fuck you until you can’t even see.”

Without hesitation, you do just that, his name falling from your parted lips over and over as your thigh wraps around his leg. His soft, rich tone washes over you as he whispers encouragement, urging you ever closer to the edge.

It’s when he rubs his length along your clit as his fingers continue their relentless assault that you feel everything upend.

Before you can take another breath, your chest tightens along with your pussy around his fingers. The orgasm rips through you like you’ve been hit by a freight train, the sudden tensing of every single muscle and nerve you possess causing you to arch, rising from the soft moss beneath you with a piercing cry.

Before it’s even over he’s yanking out his fingers, plunging his cock deep into you and smashing his mouth against yours to swallow your cries.

You can only cling to him as he thrusts hard and fast into you, your tongues meeting desperately as the area is filled with muffled moans and the wet slapping sounds of your bodies.

Pulling his mouth from yours, his eyes seem to radiate a shimmering light as he looks down at your sweat soaked body beneath him.

“So fucking tight, love. Like a fucking glove-” he growls, looking down to watch his cock pound into you. His eyes roll as he shivers, and you run your hand up his back once more to knead at the muscle between his wings.

A guttural snarl rips from his throat as his eyes flash, widening at your touch. It only encourages you as he grabs your free hand to pin above your head, his mouth crushing yours once more.

Impossibly, he quickens his pace as you wrap your legs around his waist. The force behind his thrusts likely bruising you but it only adds to the pleasure as you feel the wave of another orgasm building quickly.

“Felix-fuck-FELIX-” You cry, looking down between you where his eyes are glued. His thick cock is gleaming with your moisture, his full throaty moans causing your eyes to roll as you throw your head back.

“LOOK AT ME.” He commands, his voice powerful and deep, resonating through the clearing. It sends a shock through your lower body, clamping tightly around him as you teeter on the brink.

Your eyes meet his darkened gaze, completely at his mercy as you long to only obey him.

“Mark me-” you cry out, your fingers gripping the base of his wings tightly. You want him in every way you can possibly conceive of, and the need for him to claim you is overwhelming.

Before you can take another breath, his teeth are flashing and he buries his face in your neck. The sharp sting as he breaks the skin sends you spiraling, his hips sharply snapping into you.

The inarticulate scream of pleasure as you come around him causes his hips to stutter, then you can feel him bursting deep within you. His lips are stained red with your blood as he throws his head back, emptying himself as you cling to him.

Drawing him down to your lips, he kisses you deeply, the taste of iron causing you to moan as his tongue delves into your mouth. His thrusts become sloppy as he whimpers and you can feel the mixture of both of your fluids seeping out every time he plunges into you.

His damp body finally stills as he settles atop you, his kiss slowing to soft pecks, his plush lips brushing against yours.

You brush back his sweat soaked hair, gazing up into his beautifully mismatched eyes.

“Well…” you hum as he gazes at the bite mark on your neck. He leans in to lick it gently, pulling back to grin at you.

“Don’t say it, I already know.” you tell him, and he tilts his head at you questioningly.

“Oh? What do you know, love?” He whispers, rolling you so that you’re settled on top of him.

You finally take a look around the little area he’d brought you to. It appears to be within the trunk of a massive tree, and you’re in a sheltered area deep within the trunk. It’s quite cozy and you just hum happily as you tease your fingers over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples.

“I can’t leave now, you claimed me, yadda yadda.” you toss out, shrugging a shoulder as he blinks at you.

“Yet you-” he just stares at you in disbelief. “Why would you…?”

You let out a sigh, looking at him with a simple smile.

“Well, I suppose my life back home is pretty boring and tiring. And well…” you rake your gaze over his gorgeous form.

“I’m just a sucker for fairy dick?”

His laughter delights you as he pulls you tight against him.

“Pixie. I’m a pixie.” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I thought pixies were like…” you hold your finger and thumb about two inches apart and he looks at you sheepishly.

“Well…so you see ... .funny story…” he says, blushing.

Raising an eyebrow, you settle your chin on his chest as you await his answer.

“I normally am about that.” He takes your fingers and kisses them.

“A trick was played on me and well…” he shrugs, motioning to himself.

“Human sized pixie.”

“Well…that’s going to be an interesting dynamic when you change back…”

“Perhaps it’s a trick I don’t wish to fix.” He whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Is that even possible?” you ask him, curious. You should be concerned, thinking about what your life is going to be like now.

Yet somehow, you just can’t find it within yourself to plan everything out like you did before.

“I suppose we’ll find out, love.” he hums, tracing his fingers along your back.

“Felix.” you murmur, smiling in delight as his pretty lips curl up to flash that sharp fang once more.

Life has suddenly become exciting, dangerously fun and not knowing what is coming next thrills you more than you ever expected.

#cultofdionysusnet #ksmutsociety #Felix smut #Lee Felix smut #SKZ Felix smut #Stray Kids smut #Stray kids felix smut #Pixie Felix #stray kids fanfic

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flower-boi16 · 4 months ago

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Apology Tour Made Blitz Do The Right Thing for The Wrong Reason

There's a common critique of Apology Tour I've seen regarding Verosika is that the fact that she went out of her way to create an entire annual party dedicated to shitting on her past ex makes her look overly obsessive. While at first glance I can see where this argument is coming from I'd like to disagree.

Blitzo has been frequently established as a fairly destructive person who thanks to his own self-hatred ends up hurting others and pushing them away, the fact that there's this many people in the party shows how destructive of a person Blitzo is, and we see that it's not just limited to his exes, but people in general who he hurt (like Dennis, for instance).

And Verosika is one of Blitz's later victims who Blitz bailed on after she told him she loved him, a very vulnerable moment for someone to be in, and that's the point where Blitz broke her heart. And so she created this party both out of spite for Blitz seeing how much of a horrible person he is and out of sympathy for his many victims who were just as heartbroken by him as she was. She created this party so she could help the people Blitz has hurt cope with what happened and heal from it, creating a sense of community amongst victims.

Apology Tour shows how much Blitzo damages people, how his self-destructive tendencies always end badly for both him AND his victim, leaving his victim broken and making him more broken, the fact there's a whole party made for the sole purpose of helping his victims cope shows that. And Blitz is forced to see how damaging of a person he truly is because of this...or at least, that's the route the episode should have taken.

Apology Tour is an episode with an absolutely fantastic set up with Blitz going to a party where he sees how many people he's damaged and chooses to start becoming a better person, but the problem is HOW the show gets him to see that. The show gets him to start to change himself...through Stolitz.

Blitzo realizes how he hurts others through seeing how he hurt Stolas, who Blitz previously just believed was some classist dick and nothing else only for Stolas to pour his heart out in a musical number, making Blitz realize that Stolas' feelings were genuine all this time and what he was saying to Stolas did, in fact, hurt him...

...at least that's how the writers want you to look at this scene. However, thanks to the general problems with Stolitz writing this development ends up falling flat on its face. The reason for why this development fails despite the perfect set up is because the show is holding Blitz accountable for something he isn't even in the wrong for in the first place. I've ranted about Stolitz many times before but I'll just repeat the same points because it's relevant for my argument here; Blitzo had no reason to ever think that Stolas' love for him was genuine.

Throughout the whole first season, Stolas consistently looked down upon and belittled Blitz, calling him demeaning pet names and always invading his boundaries even when Blitz says no, yet Stolas continues it anyway. YET, the show tries to paint Blitz as biased here because "oh he only hates Stolas for being a royal and is repressing his feelings for Stolas due to self-hatred" or some bullshit.

However, once you factor in the outside context, Blitz never comes across as biased here whenever he rants about Stolas, because he doesn't have a reason to believe Stolas has any genuine affection for him beyond some small, off-screen "nice things" he did for him, and even then, you can still look down upon someone while caring for them. The show wants to present Blitz as in the wrong here for "hurting Stolas' feelings" and being consumed in his bias, but that doesn't work because Blitz had no reason to believe that Stolas didn't look down on him when he literally did.

But despite Blitz not being in the wrong in the situation, he's portrayed as the abuser here and he's the one who apologizes to his abuser, and HE says that Stolas "deserves better than HIM", making Stolas out as the victim here in this situation when the context and framing say otherwise.

Speaking of Stolas, many people have torn him apart this episode already so I won't go that in-depth here, however, it's still relevant to my point. The episode portrays Stolas as sympathetic here when he isn't - in fact, Stolas comes across as extremely unsympathetic in this episode due to claiming that he "never looked down" upon Blitz despite doing that throughout all of season 1.

He THEN gets angry at Blitz for not saving him when Striker captured him even though 1. Blitz was busy and 2. HE LITERALLY SENT HIS CO-WORKERS TO SAVE YOU WHY TF ARE YOU MAD???

Stolas doesn't have a legitimate reason to be angry at Blitz due to the outside context - instead, all of his interactions with Blitzo in this episode come across as him playing the victim and gaslighting him. And All 2 U is the pure culmination of this. A song that is supposed to be the moment where Blitz realizes his mistakes instead comes across as Blitz being repeatedly gaslighted and guilt-tripped into apologizing to his abuser.

HE is treated as the problem, HE is treated as the one who is meant to apologize to Stolas, even though he is NOT IN THE WRONG FOR THIS IN THE SLIGHTEST. Yet, the show ignores past interactions for this to work. It doesn't address anything Stolas did beyond just making the deal - it acts as if that was the only bad thing he ever did even when Stolas did more than just that to Blitz.

Yet, that's never called out by anyone. Stolas doesn't have a good or sympathetic reason to be mad at Blitz - yet the show treats him as another one of Blitz's victims anyway. So, Blitz was essentially gaslit into becoming a better person, which isn't really great writing. Apology Tour had all the ingredients of a fantastic episode but it's severely held back by this specific aspect, Stolas drags the episode down so much and it sucks that the Stolas crap in the episode has to be tied to Blitz's development. Blitzo should have seen his mistakes through someone who actually had valid and sympathetic reasons to dislike him, someone who does actually come across as a person deeply hurt by Blitz's actions.

In other words....Verosika. Verosika should have been the character they used here, not Stolas. Verosika has an actually good reason to dislike Blitz and one the audience could actually sympathize for, SHE should have been the character to get Blitz to realize his mistakes and decide to change and grow as a person. Have All 2 U be sung by her instead of Stolas, with the song detailing how Blitz met and Blitz broke her heart.

Seriously, the concept of the begining scene and All 2 U can work, but they'll work better if you replace Stolas with Verosika in them instead, because Verosika has a good reason to dislike Blitz that could easily be expanded upon and developed, and Blitz would've had better reasoning to become a better person rather than being gaslit and guilt tripped into it. Apology Tour had all of the ingredients for a fantastic episode but the Stolass trash drags it down HARD.

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #anti stolas #anti stolitz #blitzo deserves better

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old-habitz-die-hard · 8 months ago

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We need to talk about the EMH fandom

tldr; long rant on how the emh fandom has a lot of not-so great people in it. Also overlaps with the tribetwelve fandom hence the tags

Recently, being in this fandom, I’ve been seeing a massive influx of discourse over nazis and nazi art. Artists have been putting hate symbols in their HABIT art and EMH art in general. specifically the drawing of one specific artist.

However, I’d like to remind many that this has been going on for a while with many different people in the fandom. So many people in the EMH fandom have admitted to being neo-nazis, and have obsessed over the part of Tribetwelve where HABIT admits he worked with them (which, by the way, was pretty much retconned.) Many say they’ve seen fans of it who have Nazi symbols on their profile, and I’ll admit I’ve seen it as well. Many who do this also do not take it seriously, acting like the Nazis and their symbolism are just some funny cute thing that they can identify with or spread around. In relation to that, users have gotten harassed off servers for even having HABIT or Evan pfps, one stating they were repeatedly called a nazi and people lying and saying their pfp was art by Fvcksnuff, a problematic artist in the fandom. The user was eventually banned after being ridiculed, just for their profile picture being a character. The funny thing is, it wasn’t even HABIT as their profile, it was art of Evan.

Another thing is the romanticism of necrophilia, from specific people headcanoning HABIT as a necrophile and people in the fandom saying they’ve been getting anons asking what they think of the headcanon. The fandom has had a very long history of paraphilia romanticism (necrophilia and zoophilia, mainly), such as the disrespect towards the boundaries of the literal creators and actors, one of them who has specifically stated they DO NOT want rape fanfics of them on ao3. Many people fandom ignore these boundaries, by the way.

Lastly, in relation to that, there’s the sexualization of the actors, which they’ve admitted makes them very uncomfortable, specifically Evan. Please stop sexualizing HABIT or Evan. They may be characters, but a real person plays said characters. Many have acknowledged this and ignored it completely, especially people on Pinterest or tiktok. One of my mutuals has been one to witness and experience this, getting increasingly sexual and creepy comments on his HABIT pins. He’s told people to stop, but people didn’t listen and continued to make him uncomfortable. He admitted that it got so bad he started turning off all comments on his posts since he didn’t want to see those comments anymore. this has also happened on tiktok, where if you go into the comments of any video about habit, they will be overly sexual and explicit, even if the topic of the video isnt inherently sexual.

It’s not just a vocal minority. This fandom has a LOT of awful people just hiding around in it.

The fandom recently has been a dumpster fire of discourse upon discourse, and it’s disheartening to see. Harassment, threats, and general discord. II’d like to say that instead of arguing and arguing, we drive the people who do this out of the fandom. If you want a better community in this fanbase, you need to do something to MAKE it better.

If you have anything other problem about this fandom you think I should research and add to the post, please share.

#everymanhybrid #emh #habit emh #everymanhybrid habit #tribetwelve #slenderverse

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wrensflight · 25 days ago

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@literallyjustforlurking I wrote this in an hour... this is only a first attempt at your idea!

Percy/ Epic Reincarnation AU

Percy knew he was what some people called a “Wife Guy” He loved Annabeth so much sometimes it hurt. He knew one of his strengths but also one of his weaknesses was his loyalty. The fist time he heard someone call him a Wife Guy it was meant as a joke, He knew it. Percy however, wasn’t joking about Annabeth, as she rose in her career he knew that he would always be proud of her, even if she went away to big conferences he knew he shouldn’t follow to. She was so cool. He would wait for her to return, give her a huge smile and a “Welcome home” when she would walk in the door. He chose everyday to love her.

He started to notice something was weird, well weirder than normal in their late 20’s. He’d hum a song he didn’t have words for he would be looking at something and then have such vivid day dreams. At first it was things like watching a horizon off a cliff, singing a song to a little boy, and, on more than one occasion crying into a pillow on a bed big enough for two.

He didn’t bring it up to Annabeth at first, he didn’t want to worry her, but at some point he walked past her home office in their home and saw the loom a well meaning person had gifted her. Even being the daughter of Athena Annabeth wasn’t overly fond of “traditional” Women’s “work “such as weaving, or so he had heard her rant about on more than one occasion. This one day though, Percy stopped and stared at the loom a little too long. Annabeth caught him staring and she laughed, “I’ve been thinking of getting rid of it, I really don’t want to keep it in my office,”

“Let’s move it to mine.” Percy heard himself say as he stared he felt like he was transported, as if he knew exactly how to weave a tapestry onto the giant structure.

The next day, the loom was moved before Annabeth kissed him goodbye, “I’m off to London for a work conference, don’t get into too much trouble seawe…” she stopped halfway through her normal nickname for her husband, “Don’t get into too much trouble without me Percy.” She said and she blinked a couple times as if fighting with herself.

“You neither Wise Girl” He said and then cupped her cheek. “I love you Annabeth, I’ll be here when you get home”. With a gentle kiss he let go and then picked up her brief case for her, “Have a great trip”.

She left him at their front door getting into a taxi that sped off half reminding him of the year they went to the sea of monsters. His smile faded as he thought of that summer more and more. Something felt wrong, he went on his on Odyssey that summer finding Grover and the Fleece. Yet, he also felt like he knew what waiting during that trip felt like. He walked toward his “Office” usually he kept the room pretty messy, he sharpened weapons or worked on some camera equipment. Today, the loom sat waiting for him.

He sat down in front of it and in a trance he started working, His thoughts turned to his mother, who would have waited for him to come home from every adventure. He thought of Annabeth, who he had gone through so much with. HIs thoughts turned back to the sea, his hands faltered as he thought of the water, he wasn’t usually too upset when thinking of it but today he felt frustrated by the very idea of his father, hmm something to talk about in therapy. He thought about the journey of that summer and then his thoughts turned to the journey of Odysseus, how much longer and more perilous it would have been for the man. He knew Penelope of Ithaca had waited for her husband, he briefly wondered if Odysseus would have been considered a wife guy. Then he remembered more of the story, but not the one usually told, but that of Penelope’s. Her fear, her sorrow, her love. Percy just knew that she had been so sad but tried to continue for their son. She sat, as he was now, weaving, just to undo it all.

Percy went through the next week in a sort of daze with an ache in his heart. He worked at his loom each day thinking about nothing, but also remembering more than he should. Then a day or two before Annabeth was set to return home from her week long conference he finally snapped out of it and looked at the loom, It was a… portrait? He thinks, of… Odysseus, Penelope, and their son, it must have been when they were recently reunited judging from the look of Odysseus. Shaggy, with eyes that were hurting, The ghosts of his crew and his actions had haunted him, Percy knew Penelope had been awoken at night to her husband’s screams, tears, and tight embraces for the rest of their lives.

Percy knew something was wrong then, he knew too much about her. Reincarnation wasn’t really a thing for the greeks… right?

Annabeth found him two days later, asleep on his desk. His head in his book, he was drooling in his sleep again. She took in a deep breath and shook his shoulder.

“Percy.” She said gently as he started to wake up.

“Is it you?” Percy asked, his voice raw from the sleep as he looked up, he saw Annabeth but he also saw a man, both looked tired. Weary, exhausted. Was he gone a week? Was she gone for 20 years? Why would he leave her again. Why.

Annabeth’s breath stopped at that question, ”Percy?” She asked as she knelt next to him, “Are you okay my love?”

“You look different, you look tired.” Came his response. He sounded so unsure, “How long has it been?”

“My love, I’ve only been gone a week. Pen.. Percy, Are…” Her voice trailed off and then she saw the tapestry on the loom and her hands flew to her face. “Percy… did you… weave this while I was away?”

He turned to look at it, “Yeah… Annabeth, something’s happening, I… I think I’m remembering something… I think I’m someone else? I’m scared I…” He didn’t really want to talk about this, he felt so open and raw.

Annabeth was crying now as she turned back to her husband, “My love, will you fall in love with me again?” She asked. Her voice breathy and lower than normal.

Percy knew as he flung himself into his arms that he was home. They were home with each other.

#pjo epic crossover #pjo #percy jackson #epic #epic musical

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hell-drabbles · 3 months ago

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Ahh I have a bit of personal headcanons of Asmo, if you dont mind me sharing them.🪽

Honestly, I don't think he's the type to force anyone into anything they don't like. But that doesn't mean he can't be a tease in other ways:

"Quite a temper you have," he rests his chin on his knuckles. "Have you ever tried relaxing?"

He poked at their cheek. His sharp nail felt like a needle about to puncture their flesh, but he never did. "You should loosen up, be more like Raon."

He's the same level of calm as Mammon. He's aggressive when he needs to be. To me, he's bordering on motherly and fatherly:

"Ah," his head perks up when he notices the fresh scars on their flesh. "Look where your wrecklessness has brought you."

He approaches them in a manner almost similar to a saunter. The King of Lust stands before them, raising their injured arm, only a region of their injured body. The open wound heals as he places the pads of his fingertips against it, leaving only a remnant of the sanguine trail. "Careful next time. We don't want Raon to lose his little friend."

Although he might seem like he favors Raon more, I think he treats Companion and him equally. He just likes seeing Companion ticked off. He loves getting reactions out of them.

He's able to hold up a conversation with them well, though. He seems like the type to ramble on about himself considering he's a narcissist:

Although they may roll their eyes at him, he doesn't mind as long as they're listening. He'll ask about their day, too. Just to be fair.

"I'm sure your day must've been great." Asmodeus' red eyes stare at the already bitter face, their eyes somewhere else. "Especially since Raon was in it."

"Oh, the complete opposite," they look at the devil in front of them. It seems like they're engaged now.

Asmodeus snickers. It seems that he could make time for their rant.

I honestly think they should've made Asmodeus' hair less messy and his horn less geometrical, I guess? I hope you like my thoughts on him, though.🪽

Yeah the hair in the fancy selfie card does bother me, since Asmodeus's hair in his regular sprite doesn't look layered. It smooth, it sleek.

I very much enjoyed those headcanons, man are they fun to read. It always stirs up my brain for my own ideas!

He does seem like someone that would enjoy some good ol tea. Who doesn't enjoy gossip? I would imagine he would keep these little conversations a secret, not because out of any respect, but because it bothers my Ra-on to the nth degree. Well, perhaps a little bit of respect towards the Companion but who says he can't have a bit of a fun and tease my Ra-on about this information.

"You're not very good at hiding your desires. You can say all you want how much you don't want to hear what they've said, but I see the way you bite your lip every time I make them laugh. You want to hear what I said, and your companion said in return, don't you? Why don't you try and strike a bargain? Maybe I'll tell you, maybe I won't."

Hmm, I don't have many headcanons on him, just small plans or potential ways I could use Asmodeus.

Something something, Asmodeus representing the current future waiting for Ra-on if he continues on the path he's going, cursed to simply be an object of lust, never able to forge close bonds out of his own inability to give up on his selfishness, something something, the differences between the bonds Asmodeus and my Ra-on have with my Companion ultimately serve to further highlight Ra-on's self-destructive and avoidant nature that's deeply seeded into him, that his overly horny nature is not the true core of his problems.

Because, for all of Asmodeus's problems and how generally hated by the public he is, he can still get along with the Companion. He surpasses my Ra-on in terms of how horny he is, and can still have a civil conversation with them. Doesn't help that, Asmodeus being Asmodeus, obviously wants to fuck the Companion. And yet, there the Companion is, sitting, more than tolerating, enjoying in fact, being around him.

So it makes my Ra-on question: What wrong with me, then, that they avoid me? That they hate me if they can be around Asmodeus?

You know, fun character stuff.

You wanna know what's funny to me? I actually can't see my Ra-on enjoying being around Asmodeus, and he, at the current moment, can't articulate why. He's a beautiful devil, and by all means, he would probably be the best and most debauch fuck to have. And yet, my Ra-on wants out. Looking at him is painful. And Asmodeus scares him.

I love messing with my Ra-on.

#admin #embittered companion au #wing.anon

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amith4tg1rlthatyoudreamof · 7 days ago

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little rant but i need advice on my friendship rn 😓

i wish i could tell my bsf what she does wrong, neither of us are saints, and i admitted to everything i have done and justified what i haven’t done and im the only one of us trying to change for the better, but she continues to be the same racist, gaslighting, lying, overly competitive, manipulating, narcissistic girl she always has been and won’t take accountability for anything anyone says to her. any bad action she does from something like gate keeping everything (including deodorants, sanitary products and perfumes) or being a genuinely horrible person she starts crying and the only apology we get is her saying: “i’m sorry if i did this’. she’s never satisfied with any of us and only talks about how much she loves her other friends in a different school or her newest love interest after she broke up w her boyfriend or girlfriend the same day or a week before that she ‘never truly loved’, leaves everyone out and gets pissed when people try to include whoever’s left out that month. she makes everyone miserable and one of my bsf might stop even going to our school cuz she’s affected her and my bsf can’t admit it yet because she’s not at the stage of realisation that this bitch is a shitty friend.

edit : forgot to add that she fought the last girl who called her out…

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williaml0ver · 11 months ago

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—♡ Confessions to make: a Kevin Ayuso Valentine's Day Special ☆ <3

[💌] word count: 2723

[💌] warnings: male reader, a little sad/angsty? but ends up very fluffy trust me, my first ever proof read work where is my five minute long standing ovation

[💌] this is my first ever regular fic instead headcanons and my first time writing for a male reader AND my longest work up to date and i am so excited to finally share it!!!! My apologies if there are grammatical errors, english is not my first language. Happy valentines' day guys 💃

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You're down bad.

Quickly following your entry to the infamous Manor you had a strong feeling in your guts that your life's about to change for good. I mean, who's life wouldn't change after residing in a big mansion after being invited to live there by some sketchy letter? Who's life wouldn't change after having to play a dangerous game of survival along several other odd, strange people? All that, yet never in your life would you think that those terrifying things would be the least of your worries - as the centre of your worries, fears and delusions was now a peculiar cowboy.

Kevin Ayuso.

That man is about to cause a great commotion in your life.

Opposites attract, they say. You two were absolute opposites. The north pole and the south pole. Two sides of the coin. He was tall, overly brave, outspoken, and, most of all, flirty. Very independent, however clingy. Meanwhile, you were the timid kind. A rather silent person. Looks like destiny was being very cruel towards you - making you much fond of the handsome, lively man. Of course, your instincts quickly came to a conclusion to bottle up your feelings, shove them inside you, thinking it's just a small, temporary attraction.

The plan was simple, right? To gush secretly over "your" Kevin for some time, until later the affection is gone with the wind. But easier said than done. He was absolutely everywhere both in reality and as a metaphore. Him being continuously in your mind, your dreams, but he wall all over the Manor in the real world as well. You just can't bring yourself to not notice him. Sure, because of his cheesy flirting nature he was often made fun of, but still, he is very respected by everyone. Everyone trusts him a lot during the matches, you could always depend on him. You weren't unpopular around other survivors, in fact, a lot of them appreciated you - you'd always listen to their rants and stories - on top of that, you also felt somehow confident in kiting during your games. It wasn't a rare sight to see the hunters simply giving up after chasing you for so long. Your company was very appreciated. You never expected anything in return, you just desired to make others feel better. Little did you know, all those people that you'd spend hours listening to them venting to you, would play a huge role in helping you overcome your biggest fear and dream. You confessing to the Kevin.

You believed you were extremely discreet about all that. It would be so embarrassing if anyone found out! You couldn't be more wrong... when one of the survivors asked you about him post match, you felt like combusting.

At first, you felt shocked. What?! You thought your not so little anymore crush wasn't noticeable. You never confronted any of your new friends about it. You barely even talk about yourself! How would they even know? ...what you did not consider is that they could easily tell how different you acted near him - the gentle blush on your cheeks, shaking legs, your voice more silent than usual. Now when you think of it, it is very true. You always admired him from afar, how he's so much taller than you. You secretly wished for a hunter to start chasing you, just so Kevin would come to the rescue. Whenever he'd carry you to safety, you felt like literally ascending. It was not rare for you to mess up a cipher because your eyes were on him. It truly was THAT obvious.

THAT obvious, but he himself never noticed the pair of eyes on him. Of course, he was busy with trying to flirt with the ladies. You knew that. One of the reasons why you never even considered confessing is obviously because of his ladies man nature. You just didn't stand a chance against all those pretty girls, it did make you feel insecure. All those roses he gave them, the random pick up lines, you didn't know if they made you feel more sad or envious. Despite that, Kevin indeed had nothing against you. He recognizes you as a good kiter, and has heard that you're a great listener to the point that several survivors confide in you. You weren't ignored, on the contrary, you two would actually do some small talk here and there. But that was it. He thought of you just as a normal person. Of course he did. You weren't that special. You knew that if you don't be the one to make the first step nothing really will happen, yet you are firmly unsure. Sure - if you gained some courage eventually the lingering thoughts terrorizing your brain would end - but would you be able to bear the possible feeling of rejection? You felt actually miserable because of this tough decision.

After much consideration, you decided to begin your plan starting with small moves. When Kevin's done with his match you quickly come to him, asking if everything is in order, then, you'd take your time patching up his bruises and wounds. The realization of being close to him felt amazing, and on top of that it made the cowboy be grateful a lot, resulting in him dashing as fast as he can when you get chaired in future matches. Those post match visits became very frequent. Other than that you also stared a lot. A LOT. You go to the nearest corner and just glare coldly at him. You're just so nervous about it all. You don't necessarily realize that slowly your crush becomes even more obvious, just when everyone thought this was impossible. They knew you are trying but just couldn't bring yourself to make a confident move, therefore, they decided help their friend. After all, you've done so much to make people in the manor feel cared for, understood and comforted - it was only fair to help you back in return.

The next day, you wake up to one of the butlers knocking on your door. Once opened, he explains that you're expected to go to the dining room part of the manor. You felt puzzled. Yes, you often were asked by others to support them mentally, but this time it was something diffrent. The butler didn't say anything else. You felt overly curious, maybe a little stressed as well. Finally, you get dressed and leave the dorm, braced for whatever is to come. To your surprise, the group who demanded your arrival was quite large. You see Emil, Ada, Emma, William, Memory and Lily nibbling their meals. If you felt puzzled when the buttler came to you, now you feel like you were a chicken and a truck was about to ran you over. Did they ALL need help from you? Couldn't they ask Ada? And what even is Ada doing here? She wants to vent too? With Emil? Did she bring him for emotional support? You decided to break the silence and ask what exactly is going on. You expect something actually reasonable, but once the answer lands you feel like not ran over by one truck, but by three.

They all came together to help you confess to Kevin.

You felt stunned. Yes, that is indeed a kind gesture! But just the thought of confessing made your temperature rise up. How were you supposed to do that? You felt like burning up and they knew. Through the whole conversation you acted absolutely paranoid, looking everywhere just to make sure HE isn't here. You spoke as silently as you could. It felt awkward here near everyone. The point of the meeting was to come up with a proper solution on how you should admit your love to the cowboy, a conversation in which you didn't take much part in. While you were staring at the ceiling, calculating who would survive if the chandelier randomly fell, they were in the middle of a huge brainstorm. Hmmm... there is just so much options, but which one would be the most suitable? Flowers, a necklace, words of affirmation and a cute place! ... I'm sure Kevin would appreciate something small - says Emma. BORINGGGGGGG - William would reply - a honest confession while being chaired would be the best! The dining room was now full of chaos. Was anyone even listening to each other? Truth is, you've already came up with your own idea. And who were you to not trust your intuition?

You've suddenly stood up from the chair and explained your motives. It was very kind from other residents that they wanted to help you so much, however you came to a conclusion that despite good intentions they won't help much. You stated that you'll do it on your own. Everyone was shocked, silence filled the room until loud cheering could suddenly be heard. Those people really hyped you up because you felt like you can actually do it. The only favour you asked for is for someone to notify Kevin that his presence is expected and Emma to give you a simple flower and leave the garden area of the manor just for you. You wanted to do it today because you knew that you won't be able to sleep at night with those endless thoughts filling your brain.

And so, the times was slowly coming. It was already getting a little dark. You were currently sitting on your bed, feeling like exploding. Your stomach hurt a lot. You had your elegant clothes on, and a small rose from Emma in your palm. Now or never. You took a deep breath and started approaching the garden area. You've quickly noticed the familiar silhouettes staring at you proudly.

"Go go go go go!!!" the Cheerleader yelled.

"If he's a dick towards you I WON'T hesitate to throw hands!!" the Forward said out loud.

You've entered the garden and sat on one of the benches, awaiting your special guest. You'd lie if you'd say you weren't stressed like crazy. You've found yourself in a big turmoil of emotions - you feel excited, anxious, bold and shy at the same time. Will he feel the same? To be honest, you don't feel like that. He just doesn't seem like the type to be into guys, and if he was, he'd probably only have a thing for the adventurous ones. Minutes passed and your self doubt became even stronger, you felt absolutely terrible. Your heart was beating faster than ever from the fear. You felt like on the edge of a meltdown. You decided that this is too much, while you appreciated everyone's will to help, but deep inside you're feeling like it's just a waste of time, none of this is going to work out! With tears slowly forming in your eyes, you head back to the exit, but... before touching the handle, the doors were opened by someone from the other side.

Of course by no one other than Kevin.

When the cowboy was told that someone is waiting for him, he immediately went there, curious about why is he suddenly so needed by someone. You stare awkwardly at him thinking it's all over, you felt humiliated. Kevin didn't exactly pick up on what's happening at first. He thought that since you often helped patch him up maybe you've grew closer to him and vent a little to him. You support others so much and now you are the one in need. If it was someone else Kevin would probably act like nothing is happening to not embarrass the person, but when it came to you, he felt sorry for you. He ordered you to sit on the bench you were previously sitting on. You sat on the left part making yourself as small as possible, meanwhile he sat on the other side, but despite that he is now basically occupying more than a half of it. You always loved how straightforward he was. How kind he was towards people in need how... how... hold on, he is asking something! Just like always, the handsome man made you forget about your worries, and well, the other things too.

Now you knew that this moment is the actual now or never. This conversation can change your life. While avoiding his gaze you stare at the window and suddenly see... Lily and William?! Those people really want to help. You decided that, not to waste their effort, you will say the truth. Once again, now or never. To be or to not be. You turn to Kevin and give him the rose, raising your trembling hand and then, you explain it all: how you perceived him during your early days in the manor, how you developed a crush on him, how visible it became to others, how ashamed and anxious you felt, what you think of him now. All of it. You don't think anyone in this manor has ever seen you this honest, you were shocked a little, too. And Kevin? He felt shocked, but not in a bad way. All those small conversations and patching up sessions were out of your love for him? How did he never notice? Now it was his turn to feel ashamed. Was he the one to make you feel so many bad emotions? He was desperately trying to flirt with women without much in return, but turns out his true love was around him all the time, without him suspicing anything.

You were prepared for the worst, at least God will know you tried, and you did not want to dissapoint the pair of four eyes gazing at the both of you. If anything bad happens, they will blackmail you for the rest of your life! But you didn't care. You did try to stay calm, albeit all of this was just too much. You muttered a silent sorry and started crying again. But Kevin was having NONE of this. He put you on his lap, wiped your tears and placed the rose in your hair. You felt flabbergasted, the man you had so many feeling for you likes you back. Nothing else mattered. You hugged him and you both started talking. Neither of you were aware, but more than two hours managed to pass and it was already pitch dark and on top of that cold. The cowboy noticed you yawning to the point the coldness didn't even bother you, yet he still took of his cowboy jacket and hat, quickly putting them on your body and head. You both stayed silent for the next ten minutes, with you just hiding from the world in his embrace. He was like a human heater.

Kevin asked you something, though he did not receive any response. Little did he know that you actually were pretending. He decided to leave the cold outside and go back to the manor - he picked you up bridal style and started walking towards his dorm. On his way he encountered many other manor residents, sure, some of them indeed were night owls, but did really so many people have trouble falling asleep on the same night? He heard Naib cheekily whistling at the sight of the two of you. He started grinning at the sight of Eli, his owl, Ada, Emil, Emma, William and Lilly smilling and silently cheering - something was up, he just didn't know what... were they celebrating that you've found your significant other, or are they just happy Kevin won't be bothering anyone anytime soon?

You eventually found yourself in Kevin's room, you were gently tucked in, and Jesus, you're surprised how you managed to keep a poker face through all of this. His large bed is comfortable and smells... like him. Finally, Kevin laid next to you and started hugging you. To be frank, you were REALLY tired at the moment, this time for real. You discreetly opened your eyes, which ultimately didn't work out, as he was staring at you and smiling. You gave him a quick kiss on his lips and hid your face in his chest. The last moment you remember before falling asleep was him muttering you a gentle goodnight and the soft feeling of your knuckles being kissed.

You sure were thankful to your friends. Now HE was down bad for you, too.

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I'm proud of this work, yet that's my first ever proper fic so i am a little unsure of how it ended up. If anyone has some tips i would like to hear them 😭 I love my silly boy Kevin dhdjskdjsjs. Once again, happy valentines' day to you all!! Together or alone it's a great opportunity to take care of yourself.

#identity v #idv #idv x reader #identity v x reader #kevin ayuso #idv kevin #kevin ayuso x reader #idv cowboy #idv kevin ayuso x reader #posting this at 1am #and streaming bjork #how are you guys doing

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kkatastrophic · 18 days ago

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Why do you dislike Kaede, but like Tsumugi more? /genq

Well I just found Tsumugi a more interesting character.

I may get sniped on the spot for this, but my opinions on Kaede have changed since my last few posts I may have made about her. I like her, she's okay. Not great, but alright.

But Tsumugi? She's so amazing I love her! She's such a great character, her motivations as the mastermind are so interesting. Thinking about her boggles my brain. She got away with murder and framed it on another character while continuing to live guilt-free with the remaining cast knowing that most of them were going to die and not warning them? Yes queen, actual queen behaviour I forgive you bbg <3.

I used to dislike Kaede for her annoying amount of optimism. I'm not gonna go and say being optimistic is bad and annoying, like I try to see the best in everybody and am a very positive person IRL. But when Kaede basically forced everybody to continue trying to find the exit, working them to exhaustion and saying positive things to keep them going? It just didn't sit right. Especially since in her mind she saw nothing wrong with what she was doing.

Also because of a few creepy as fuck things she said to Tsumugi. Being compared to an old man while playing as a teenage girl protagonist really didn't sit right with me.

Also I just don't love Kaede's sort of character. It's a personal choice. I just don't love the overly-optimistic-peppy-anime-girl types? I dunno something about her doesn't sit right with me. Kinda similar to how I don't love Kyoko or Chiaki a ton, but love characters like Taka and Akane who don't play an as vital role in the game's storyline.

And before anybody comes at me and goes "God FORBID a woman has flaws" or whatever it is... please please please remember that this is MY opinion and MY post. So uh.. don't do what somebody did on my Kanon and Leon rant and post my post on tiktok and then hate on it there instead of actually like... blocking me, lol.

So... yeah thanks so much for asking anon! NO HATE to ANYBODY who dislikes Tsumugi, likes Kaede or disagrees with my opinion.

If anybody reblogs in a toxic/hateful manner they will be blocked.

But of course feel free to reblog and explain your opinions and reasoning because I'm interested to hear it!

#nerd cat rambles #danganronpa #v3 #drv3 #ndrv3 #tsumugi shirogane #kaede akamatsu #< this isn't exactly a hate post on her so I'm tagging her :3 #ask #asks #anon #anonymous #anonymous asks #rant #ramble

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bethebesttoyou · 16 hours ago

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Times are Hard for Dreamers - Choi Beomgyu

synopsis: Friends Beomgyu and Y/N try to have a good day at the fair.

pairing: College student! Beomgyu x College student! reader

song: Times are Hard for Dreamers - Amelie

warning/tags: cursing, fluff!!, me trying to be funny and failing, friends to lovers, I wanted to make it jess and nick coded but Beomgyu is just too sweet... reader is an overly optimistic person!!!!

Wc: 3.6k (I swear im not doing this on purpose D:)

A/N: Beomgyu fic... we win. I actually really wanted to write a Beomgyu fic for awhile but I didn't really have an idea, UNTIL NOW!!! I have like half of vampire in the corner worked on, but I started school, so idk IDK I'll have to see where I can go with that story. I also get so many ideas for longer fics, but I can't lock in :( In the meantime, I want to continue writing one shots!! :3

Beomgyu leans his head against the headrest, stretching out his arms and grunting before checking his watch again. He closes his eyes in frustration before looking back at your front door, his sunglasses dimming his overall view. When you told him 12 pm, he should've known better, should’ve read in between the lines, the way you excitedly ranted about the day you had in store for the both of you. He should've known when he surprisingly got you tickets to the very popular fall fair, that you would overwhelm yourself with planning. Now, 30 minutes later, he watches your front door intently, praying it opens. And it works, out you come prettily dressed in a tan long sleeve and plaid long skirt, both accentuated the curvature of your body so nicely, he wishes you could go back in so he can compose himself. But as you smiled widely at his presence, sending him a wave before adjusting your bag over your shoulder, he settled for a nervous cough and looked away, only looking back at you when you were finally sitting in the passenger seat. He scowls at you playfully.

“Oh. Beomgyu we have to leave by 12 or we're gonna miss the opening…Oh Beom, please sleep early and get here on time, Oh Beom-” He mocked, only letting out a laugh when you punch his shoulder.

“It's still 12…we’ll make it if you just drive, like now!” You roll your eyes playfully and start messing with his radio and he just scoffs, putting the car on drive.

Beomgyu honestly couldn't care less about this fall fair, if it were up to him, he would've been home, relaxing after the terror from being buried in papers and exams and research during midterms, but he didnt think twice of buying them. When he saw the posters all over campus he knew you would want to go, he already pictured the way your eyes would brighten from the mere mention of the mazes, the games, the snacks, he knew you would just obsess over the last activity of the day, fireworks. And when he mentioned it to you, he was right.

“I-I would love to!” You exclaim turning to your friends behind you, some of them snickering knowingly.

“Hey gyu, where are our tickets?” Yeonjun bumps Kai’s shoulder before feigning ignorance.

“Shut up.”

So maybe his crush on you wasn’t exactly hidden, he was a man after all, and it was only natural that someone as optimistic and bright as you would catch the attention of a pessimist that lacks that brightness in his life. He loved to act like he didn't care much about anything, but he cared a lot about you. He couldn't fight the urge of showing it, catering to your likings with fake annoyance, but in reality he lived for your excitement, it only fueling him to continue, he was surprised you've been the only one to not catch on, or maybe internally grateful you hadn't, he didn't think he was ready for that yet.

But he thought of it, especially now as he heard your raving about the itinerary for the day, having done your research on the different activities and food stands being offered at the event, and he was glad to be the first one to ask you, he couldn't imagine you doing this with anyone else, he would rather die.

“Jesus, does it tell you how I'm gonna die on that paper?” He teases anyways, and you grunt.

“I want to take full advantage of today, we deserve a day of stress free fun!”

“I guess I can agree.”

“Trust me Gyu, we're gonna have so much fun, you're gonna want to come back.” You promised. “This paper is gonna be our lifeline today, just as long as we stick to it, we should be able to do everything! Here’s your copy.”

He laughs at your ridiculous planning but believes in you anyways. He just wanted to spend time with you, grateful to have you all to himself, so he was more than willing to follow a piece of paper if it meant it was guaranteed.

The car ride was meant to be a long one, the directions sending you out of the city you both occupied, to the closest open field your campus can find to set up. Yet, the drive didn't feel as long as Beomgyu expected, your voice causing him to lose track of time, paying attention to your silly stories and gossip he hated to admit was pretty interesting.

“So, they were not dating? Just fucking?”

“Ningning said that she said they weren't…and now they're just not talking anymore…”

“That's annoying…”

“That's what I'm saying!They definitely like each other, they’re just dumb.He’s gotta step up.” You roll your eyes and he can't help but feel the pink heat rise to his face.

He finally parks, turning off the ignition and turns to you, once again taking in the sight. You were everything, he thought, there's not a single sweet word that doesn't describe you. Watching you as you straighten the paper, he watches your delicate fingers scan the page, before speaking.

“Okay! Well, we missed the opening ceremony but it's fine, I didn't care much for it anyways…First on the list is for you. Let’s start with…coffee! yay!” You say hoping out of the car, him laughing at your excitement. Giving the worker the tickets, you immediately head towards the coffee stand to the right, ignoring that Beomgyu was in awe of the set up. It was the middle of the day, but the entire fair was lit up like those old carnivals you would see in the movies. Laughter and screams could be heard from every corner, the smell of popcorn and sweets mixing together and clogging his nostrils, he could see why you were excited, this place was like a manifestation of your personality: fun, nostalgic and comforting.

“Beomgyu! I got your drink!” you yell from afar, and he turns around, walking, stepping towards you before, watching in horror as someone cuts him off, bumping into you and spilling both coffees on your chest.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Beomgyu says turning to the offender, as they apologize profusely.

“Are you okay?”

“-you okay?” they both asked frantically, Beomgyu already taking your hand, starting to lead you to the closest stand with napkins. He completely misses the way your face turns pink, before you laugh awkwardly, distracted from his own flustered feeling, he feels like a Victorian man by just the touch of your soft hand, the hotness spreading from your connected hands to all over his body.

“Good thing, it wasn't hot coffee right?” You squeeze his hand before taking a napkin.

You turn to the apologizing stranger, “it's fine! You're fine! It was an accident!” you say, before turning back again and smiling at Beomgyu, “it was an accident.” Now softer, trying to ease the scowl on his face.

After politely rejecting the strangers' pleas to help, he finally leads you to another nearby stand, hoping to find a shirt to replace the sticky top you were now stuck with. After looking at the selections, the only one in your size was a muddy green shirt that had a random koala bear with sunglasses on with the words, “Koalified to party” Beomgyu looks at you with sorry eyes, as you gulp at the shirt.

“So much for cute pictures today…” You say from behind the fitting room curtain.”But it's okay! This is gonna be a fun story to tell the group!,” You laugh lightly, walking out of the makeshift fitting room only to Beomgyu trying to stifle a laugh. You flick his forehead before continuing,

“No! It looks good! You look good!” He laughs.

“Well, forget coffee! Back to the paper! Next stop…um…the swings!”

The high swings were towards the back, and Beomgyu noticed every time you looked down at your watch, you’d start walking faster, the furrow of your eyebrows becoming more evident as the walk continued. Once you got to the front, your smile came back and shined brightly towards the worker before dropping completely when he pointed out the line that stood behind you.

“A-and um… how long is the wait?”

“All ride lines right now are going to be about two hours or so.” the worker says, apologetically looking at you both.

Beomgyu is starting to realize what type of day this was going to be, and he wanted to suggest going home, or finding something else to do, trying to avoid even more disappointment. If he had known it was going to be this packed or this difficult to enjoy the day, he wouldn't have suggested it at all and you would have had to plan an entire day just for it to completely fall apart in front of you. But when you turn to him with determination in your eyes, he remembers you are never one to back down.

“Okay, new plan! We no longer wait for the rides, let's just play some games! Maybe head to the maze after! That should still give us time to make it back for the fireworks!” you say, your smile was not as big as it was 3 hours ago, but it was still there. Beomgyu wanted to check on you just in case.

“You okay? We can always just-”

“No time for that! We have the paper!” You say already walking away.

—

It had been two hours into playing games, and after you exclaimed how obsessed you were with the giant light brown teddy bear that hung from the corner of the stand, the bow that laid just below its ear making you squeal, you both took turns playing trying to knock down the obvious glued golden cups. You and Beomgyu both lost about 100 dollars combined. The carny had been a bored looking teenager, would laugh every time he saw you guys walk back to the end of the line, but you both were too frustrated to even care. Beomgyu honestly didnt want the stupid fucking bear, it wasnt worth it, but in his mind, you needed this win (and he wanted this win for you, so bad)and so each time it was his turn, he would throw the ball more aggressively, trying to fight the look of disappointment on your face when the cup would resist the blow. He didn't want to feel bad, but he did, immensely, as he watched you throw the ball and grunt loudly. You start rubbing your temple out of sheer frustration before sighing.

“One more go…Just one more go, okay?” You say to him, and he watches you line up one last time, the look of determination etched on your face. Only for the small child in front of you to knock the golden cup, the ringing congratulatory bell going off as you watch with a straight face. The cheers were so loud and in Beomgyu’s opinion, obnoxious, that he wanted nothing more than to just comfort you, take you away from the scene and offer you some solace, but the fear of rejection kept him from doing so.

“Well, it's maze time.” You say as you watch the child and their parents walk off with the giant bear, your eyes reflecting shame, embarrassment and sadness. Beomgyu decided that his heart could bear the negative emotion in your eyes, it wasn't you,he thought.

“Hey what if we just get out of here? Get something to eat, yeah?”

“N-no we cant! The paper! The maze! fireworks! We can't miss the fireworks! You bought me these tickets, we can let them go to waste!” you panic, but your eyes look defeated. Beomgyu doesn't want to burst your bubble, he really wishes things could have been different, but he can't stand the thought of watching you get disappointed again. With the way things are going, he knew the fireworks were gonna follow the same fate. He knew you to be optimistic, never letting things get you down, but he wasn't so sure as to why you were so determined for this day to go perfectly. You had never been so obsessed with the details before.

“y/n… it's okay, really! … l-lets just go…” your eyebrows, that were slightly slanted and eyes that were soft, immediately switched to anger, with now furrowed eyebrows and flames in your eyes.

“Y-you can go then. But I'm going to the maze. Don't follow me. ” You say stomping away, leaving Beomgyu shocked and guilty. He wasn't sure what was going on, what had made you so determined to finish the day, even if it meant you were no longer standing by the end of it.

He felt horrible. All he wanted was to see your smile again, to see you enjoying the fair like he had hoped you would, yet this mysterious pressure was nearly forcing you into a breakdown. He wanted to fix this, needed to. He was determined now, no longer caring if he looked too doting, even if it made his feelings visible to you, he was going to make it up to you. Starting with that fucking bear.

He stalks up to the stand, where the same bored looking teenager now stood with an amused look on his face, watching Beomgyu stand mere feet away from him.

“How much for the bear.” They had replaced it with a new one already.

“Not for sale, man, you gotta win.”

Beomgyu stares at him, hoping to read him well.

“Ill give you 50 bucks for it.”

“Ha! Make it a hundred and you got a deal.”

“60.”

“120, and I'll throw in a ferris wheel ride with my buddy over there.” Beomgyu blushed at the thought. That sparked an idea.

“During the fireworks?” the boy thought about it for a second.

“I guess I can make that happen…might cost a bit extra though…”

“Fuck, whatever. Deal.”

–

Beomgyu thought about waiting for you outside of the maze entrance, but it had been 30 minutes and you were still not out. He had seen those that enter after you already come out and he began to feel nervous. Worried thoughts of missing the fireworks became worried thoughts of something happening to you in the maze. His worries got worse when your phone was sending him to voicemail.

So with tired arms and heavy grunts, he walks into the maze, keeping track of his turns, which he learned he didn't have to, you weren't that far from the opening, yet, you were scrunched down, head buried in your hands, crying.

“Y/N?” He says muffled the giant bear barely fitting through the small isles of corn.

“Oh thank god!- Wait what the hell?” You said, tear stained cheeks, and now wide confused eyes staring at the bear that covered most of his body.

‘Why are you crying?” He asks, and it almost looks like the bear is talking.

“I got lost…” You were lost in the presence of the bear, “D-Did you win this?”

“Um…”

He had questions too, but as he looked up and realized that it was finally dark, he pulled your hand and began to run out of the maze,

“Questions later! We're gonna be late!”

“For?”

“You’ll see!”

—-

Once you got to the ferris wheel, you watched as Beomgyu walked past the long line into the stand. Beomgyu notices you are about to interrupt, glossy eyes and all, but turns when he hears his name.

“You Beomgyu?”

“Yes.”

“Is the bear your date? If not, it's gonna have to stay down here, it's not gonna fit.” the carny chuckles, Beomgyu glares back.

“Whatever gets me up there man.”

“Hey… A-Are we getting on?”

Beomgyu notices your face that was just laced with pure confusion. He smiles softly before leaving the bear behind, leading you to your cart, sitting next to you and securing your seatbelt. It's only then does he understand the gravity of the situation and he's thinking he might have flown a little too close to the sun. This was, very clearly, a romantic gesture, and Beomgyu had no plan, whatsoever. This was it, he planned getting you up here, watching the fireworks, but then what? What can you do on a ferris wheel in a platonic way? Talking! You could talk! Talk while you wait for the fireworks!

He tries to think of things to say, but how can he? when you are so close and he can smell your fruity perfume, mixed with a hint of coffee. Your lips ,that had always attracted his eyes to stare at them while you spoke, now don't have to say anything for him to notice them there, parted and soft before stretching into a shy smile.

“...How did you do all this?” he shakes his head.

“That doesn't matter, I'm sorry the day has been such a mess and I haven't been much help either…” You scoff.

“That's definitely not your fault, I'm sorry…the one that wanted to make this all perfect.”

“Yeah, why is that?” Beomgyu feels self conscious as you stare at him for a minute, before laughing awkwardly.

“Can I give you something? You promise not to laugh?” He feels the pressure from your words, fear of what may come next. Oh god, he thought, someone told you about his feelings… He nods anyway, accepting fate. You were now at the highest point on the ferris wheel, and Beomgyu begged for the show to start, scared of hearing what you were going to say.

You reach into your bag, before pulling a thinly worn folded notebook paper before handing it to him. Written on top was his name and a small heart next to it. He shivered at the sight.

“I-its a note… I wrote it the day of graduation” You laugh, “it's silly and it was never going to see the light of day, but I don't know…I felt ready. Well sorta…” You are looking away now, trying hard not to make it more awkward than you are starting to feel. The fireworks start, popping and lighting up the sky, but Beomgyu can't focus as he's now shakingly opening the note.

A confession note.

Beomgyu gasps, reading the contents, before looking at you. You’re looking up in admiration of the colors before you, the shapes that manifest in the night sky, a nervous smile sets on your lips, fingers nervously holding on to the rail of your cart. He knows you feel his gaze on you but refuses to turn to him.

“Y/N…”

“It's okay, Beomgyu! Really! I just…I needed to do something about this letter… I was holding on to it for way too long.” You're not really talking about the letter, Beomgyu believes. When he can't find the words yet, you continue.

“I just.. I hope this doesn't change us, I hope we can still be friends… Please…” Pleading eyes are what finally meet Beomgyu’s shocked ones and he finds you so beautiful in this moment, he can’t bring himself to say everything that he's ever wanted to. That he has waited for some kind of sign for two years, that you had occupied a space in his heart since the first day he's met you, that he did all this just for you, and would never ask for anything in return, that your smile and presence was more than enough. But instead, hoping to convey the mutual feeling or perhaps stronger ones, Beomgyu grabs your face by each side and brings you closer, and you let out a squeal, the fireworks only getting more aggressive and intense. And it matches the way Beomgyu’s heart is feeling, accelerated, like it's about to explode as he lays his lips on yours, feeling the petal likeness of your lips.

And the butterflies swarm all over his body when you finally kiss back, fluttering your eyes closed, and pressing further in, shivering from your own nerves slowly dissipating. He hopes you can feel everything he’s thinking, everything he wants you to know, but in case you didn't, he pulls back and looks at you, now possessed with the same determination you had all day:

“I dont want to stay friends. I want to be with you. I want this, all the time. I like you, Y/N. Please, tell me this letter still means something."He pulls a stray hair behind your ear, watching the pinkness in your cheeks get darker.

“O-Of course it does. It always will.” You whisper with shining eyes. Your hands that had been glued on the railing, now moving to his waist and wrapping them around and hugging him tight. He sighs and smiles widely, hands now holding you close, it was only then had he noticed that the cart was making its way back down. At the entrance, was the giant bear, sitting patiently as you both got off the wheel, trying to pretend neither of your hearts were still pounding from excitement and giddyness. The carny holds a fist bump with a smirk that beomgyu shyly returns before grabbing the bear.

“W-we missed most of the show, sorry…” He says after a moment of walking in silence. Remembering the taste of you, already growing addicted.

“No! Don't be… it was perfect, actually the whole day was.” You say, your eyes still beaming with what he can only hope for satisfaction and fondness.

He laughs at that. Before putting an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer. Walking towards the car, you rambled about the maze, how the kid had to have had some steroid in him, he realized just how much the atmosphere has changed. The presence of something filled the air: the makings of new love.

"You gotta let me borrow that shirt..."

"Shut. Up."

A/N: YAY!! you made it!!! thanks you for reading!! Like always, let me know what you think! :3

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