#so not to be tmi but i guess the lesson to be learned here is to not write when im on my period.

[ghostclangen]

Marshlily dreams of the Dark Forest again. The smell of rot fills her nostrils, and she retches, barely holding down the contents of her stomach. She’d dreamt about it every night for moons now, but she still can’t get used to the squelching of mud between her toes, the only sound in the uncannily silent expanse. What did she do to end up here, so far from StarClan?

She takes a few steps forward, but quickly stumbles. The shaking is worse here, rapid jerks that make it difficult to walk—not that trying to run away would save her. 

“Is anyone here?” she calls, as she always does; her words are chopped up by the tremors that wrack her body. It’s with a frozen feeling in her stomach that Marshlily realizes that that’s not the only thing cutting her off; in what feels like just seconds, her throat has become clogged with foul-tasting blood. She hacks it up, splattering red on the damp ground, but it just keeps coming, choking her more and more by the second no matter how much she coughs and splutters.

This hasn’t happened before. This is new. Panting between coughs, she stares down at the pool of blood that’s growing on the grass before her. She’s faint, fainter than she should be; it’s not so much a loss of blood that makes the world bleary, but a sort of … a sort of … Marshlily shakes her head, unable to think of some way to describe it but finding herself unable to think of the words. 

She digs her claws into the earth to keep herself grounded. Her mind, however, can’t be gathered so easily; the dissolving feeling lingers. I’m all apart, the part of her that remains within in her grasp thinks. Through a mouth of blood, she gives a garbled cry once again: “Is anyone here? Help me!” 

After a few moments of silence, Marshlily hangs her head and whines gutturally. Why does she even try anymore? Nobody ever answers …

And then someone does. 

A familiar voice echoes in her ears, high-pitched and scratchy: “Marshlily …”

Weakly, Marshlily lifts her head, her ears pricked. “... Hornetstar?” she asks. “Where are you?”

“We care about you, Marshlily.” “We need you, Marshlily.” “Come home, Marshlily.”

Marshlily looks frantically from side to side, looking for Celebi, Crageagle, and—her heavy heart jumps in her chest—Charredtail. “Where are you? Where is everyone? Did you come to rescue me?” 

As the voices continue, they begin to sound closer, and with some time, Marshlily can pinpoint the direction they’re from. She takes a wobbly step toward them, but she makes it only a few taillengths before the voices of her loved ones fall quiet and a piercing scream erupts inside her brain. It’s like that alien feeling she’s been having, but worse, overwhelming her senses. There are no words put to it, no way to understand what’s going on, just a desperate yowl. 

“Leave me alone!” Marshlily cries. “Let me go!” She sinks to the ground in a heap as the screeching continues and begins to scream herself, wearing her bleeding throat raw. Of course it wouldn’t let her go. Of course her only hope would be a trap. The dissolving feeling, which had dissipated slightly, comes back with a vengeance. She really could just lie there and give in—it’d be a lot less painful …

As soon as she resigns herself to the faintness, though, something cuts through the screaming. It’s faint, but it’s there, and little by little it gets louder until Marshlily can finally hear it clearly: “I love you, Marshlily. I’ll always love you.”

It takes Marshlily a few moments to recognize the voice, but when she does, her breath stops in her chest. “Mom?” she asks, her voice wobbling. “Mom, is that you?” Half-remembered memories float to her head: milk scent; a soft, murmuring voice; the warmth of her siblings snuggled up against her. 

The voice doesn’t answer. Instead, it continues, “You have to keep going.”

It’s with uncertaintly that Marshlily gets to her paws, and the screaming in the back of her head never relented, but nonetheless, she does. Her movements are jerky and discoordinated, and she stumbles over her paws more than once, but with nothing else to do, she follows the voices of her loved ones: “It’ll be okay, Marshlily.” “You have to keep trying.” “Just follow my voice …”

She can’t begin to tell how long it takes—it could have been minutes or days; they’re all the same here—but eventually, as Marshlily continues in her unsteady gait, something shifts behind the rotting trees. The air here is always a bit misty, but this is different: a hulking wall of fog hangs ahead of her, condensing in mere seconds as she approaches, as if it were waiting for her. 

Tentatively, Marshlily pads through the last few trees ahead of her and into a small clearing. She can see the fog clearly from here; it writhes like something alive, but she doesn’t find herself unsettled by the breath-like undulations. Instead, she’s overwhelmed by a feeling of welcomeness and love. She takes a few steps toward it and realizes something: she can walk straight now. The jerking has stopped, and when she swallows, she finds that there’s no taste of blood in her mouth any longer. She’s thinking clearer, too. 

“Come here,” a chorus of voices says, and Marshlily grits her teeth. What if it’s a trap? What if she never gets better? What if she falls right back into the thrall of whatever—whoever—is screaming inside her head? 

But then, what other choice does she have …? It’s stay here and dissolve into nothingness or risk the pain of whatever might lie on the other side. With just enough trust to allow the warmth of it, Marshlily braces herself and runs through.

She jolts awake into a world of silence. No, it’s not silent … there’s the birds, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the rushing water of a nearby stream. What’s silent is the inside of her head: no screaming; no vicious, alien thoughts; just her own internal monologue, so much clearer than it has been in moons.

Marshlily takes a few breaths in and out, in and out, then closes her eyes shut. What if this is just a dream? What if this is the Dark Forest playing tricks on her? How can she trust it? 

Tentatively, she brings herself to her paws and stares out across the land; she’d run far from the Cavern the night before, but she’s still high enough up that she can see across all four territories from here. There’s PrairieClan’s, out in the tall grass of the moor; that over there is SerpentClan’s, wrapped in the shadows of the forest; and way on the opposite side is MoonClan’s, a mix of warm sand and tall trees. They’ve never looked so beautiful. Surely the Place of No Stars and its denizens could never create a place like this.

“Marshlily!”

The echoing voice comes from somewhere above her, and Marshlily turns to see Hornetstar bounding down the rocks, Hubert, Celebi, and Nettledawn in tow. She slows down as she approaches, her pawsteps becoming (rightfully) tentative, but she doesn’t flinch away in fright, which is more than Marshlily could ask for, really.

“Hi, everyone,” Marshlily croaks, and winces at the ache in her throat. For a brief, panicked moment, she thinks it’s blood that’s making her voice groggy; common sense kicks in when she realizes that the only thing she tastes is stale morning breath. She laughs at herself internally; of course her throat is sore, she’s been sleeping for … “How long was I gone?” 

“Days!” Hornetstar says. “You weren’t responding, just flailing around and talking to someone. Were you dreaming about Kestreltail?”

Marshlily can’t keep back a melancholy smile at the sound of her mother’s name. “A little bit.”

“Come on, stop with the chatting,” Hubert says, taking a couple steps toward Marshlily. “How are you feeling? Are you still sick?” 

Marshlily thinks on it for a long moment. The violence in her head is gone; she turns to Hornetstar and hears no disembodied urge to attack. She turns to walk a few paces this way and that, and her body doesn’t jerk, or even twitch. “I don’t think so,” she says finally, turning back to the others. “I think I might be okay.” 

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, Hornetstar is pressed up against her, purring up a storm. “I was so worried! I thought you were going to … I mean, I was scared that …”

Marshlily chuckles and nuzzles her face into Hornetstar’s shoulder. “You and me both, Hornet,” she says, voice muffled by her thick pelt. “You and me both.”

[hauntedhappenings]

save me 91 day birth control please please please

[icecoffee90]

Tag game - Get to Know You

Thank you for tagging me, @jerzwriter!

Alright, here I go with TMI about me nobody asked for! Sorry in advance! lol

Are you named after someone?

Not that I know of. Apparently my grandma wanted my parents to name me after her (Růžena), but thankfully they didn’t listen, lol. Not that it’s a bad name!

When was the last time you cried?

I don’t even remember. I almost never cry.. Usually only cry when I’m watching something (or listening to a song) where a beloved character or an animal dies.. Though I guess every few years the bottled up emotions overflow and anything can trigger the waterworks.. But I’m pretty sure the last time I cried was because of a TV show, but I really don’t remember which one it was and when (especially since I didn’t have much time to watch anything lately, lol)

Do you have kids?

No. I’m a two time aunt, that’s more than enough, lol.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Probably too much sometimes, lol

What colour are your eyes?

I always said Blue and green, but I think they’re mainly gray.

Scary Movies or happy endings?

I rarely watch scary movies (as in slashers)... I mean, if they’re on TV, I leave them on as a background noise.. But if we count movies like Sleepy Hollow, Interview with the Vampire etc as scary movies, then I would probably pick those.. But I prefer a happy ending in everything I watch!

Any special talents?

None that I know of. Other than maybe annoying people around me, lol.

Where were you born?

In a hospital in the town nearest to my hometown. Funny story about that (at least it’s funny to me, lol): The town I live in doesn’t have a hospital, so everyone from here was born in that nearest hospital, so I never thought ynthing of it.. Only to find out YEARS later that my parents only moved here when I was 6 months old! That my mom just happened to be in this town at her mother-in-law’s at that moment!

What are your hobbies?

Reading, watching TV shows and sports (tennis, snooker, ice hockey), foreign languages..

Do you have any pets?

I have a dog. But he lives at my mom’s so I don’t get to see him as often anymore..

What sports do you/have you played?

Edit: I left Elsa's anwer here by mistake! Sorry! 🤦‍♀️😅 So here's my answer..

I used to play tennis as a kid (because my sister attented a lesson, so I wanted to do it too), according to my mother I sucked.. But in my mother's eyes I suck at everything, so who knows, lol.

How tall are you?

I’m tiny. 157, 5 cm.. I’m not googling in the feet and inches again.. it was under 5 ft 2 in, i believe, lol

Favorite subject in school?

I always liked Czech (just the grammar though) and chemistry later on. Also back in 2007 when I was 16 and obsessed with German bands (yeah, yeah, yeah, mainly Tokio Hotel, I admit it! lol. But also Nevada Tan/Panik!, Cinema Bizzare and Killerpilze), I put extra effort into the German classes, lol. BECAUSE I saw a Tokio Hotel interview (or maybe it was just the twins? doesn’t matter, lol) and I was just thinking “Man, I’ve been learning German since the 3rd grade and I barely understand 3 sentences.. This is fucking embarrassing! I need to do something about that!” and (mainly thanks to German fanfic writers, lol) I was speaking fluently in no time! I really need to brush up on it agin, hopefully it’s still in there somewhere..

Great, now I’ve listened to “Ich bin nicht ich” at least 30 times over the past two days.. And 20 times to “Totgeliebt”.. HELP ME!!

Still love it, though.. And I must still have that DVD (and CD) somewhere, lmfao..

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And since I’m off the topic anyway (I’M SORRY, but I did warn you, lol), can I just say that I still find it funny that my teen crush is now married to Heidi Klum? Who would have thought almost 16 years ago, lol? Shit, where did all that time go? 😭

Dream job?

Hmm, if I had unlimited supply of money amd could have done anything I wamted to, I would wanna try translating - combing reading and use of foreign languages.. I think that would be great!

Alright, that was fun! Sorry everyone who read my dumb answers, lol

Who else might wanna do this? I’m gonna tag @she-x-wolf​ (feel free to ignore, of course!)

[90363462]

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So, Guess How Long (Many) Women Want Sex To Last?

A minute-man isn't that bad. It all depends on how many minutes we're talking about.

Shellie R. Warren

Nov. 11, 2021 05:39PM EST

OK, so when I sat down to write this, there were two songs that immediately came to mind — "Wanna Make Love to You All Night Long" by Lillo Thomas and "One Minute Man" by Missy Elliot (feat. Ludacris). If you're familiar with either one (preferably both), I'm sure you can get, from the title alone, why my memory was triggered by them. Because you know what? Due to my own sexual experience, the clients I work with, the random conversations that I've had and all of the reading and research that I do on the topic of sex, if there's one conclusion that I've confidently come to, it's that women don't a man who can physically have sex all night long nor do we want someone who lasts for only a couple of minutes. The ideal sex partner lands somewhere in between — and actually a lot closer to the "minute man" side than many would care to admit.

And just how much closer are we talking about? From a study that I read, you just might be surprised. Let's unpack this just a little bit further, shall we?

What’s Up with This “All Night Long” Ish?

Anyone who is a true R&B fan knows that there are literally countless songs that talk about having sex/making love all night long. Yet unless you've actually been with a partner who's attempted to make this happen, you'll never get how much something can sound great in theory and yet be annoying AF in real-time. While it might be TMI if any of you read my article "14 Lessons I've Learned From 14 Sex Partners", you already know that I kinda get down that way, so it's whatever. That said, one of those 14 is who introduced me to the revelation that some people really can go on forever…and ever…AND EVER. He wasn't small in size (check out "BDE: Please Let The 'It Needs To Be Huge' Myth Go"), he was freaky as all get out and pretty aggressive too. While when we first started having sex, it was like a true adventure, after a few months, it was more vaginally irritating and a bit like Chinese water torture, the sex version, if I'm to be completely honest. I think it was because he was so focused on going on forever that it stopped being all that pleasurable.

Hmph. Come to find out, ole' boy had a low-key cocaine habit that I didn't know about which connected the dots for all of those things. Oh, but he wasn't the only one who was like this. Another ex of mine would pull out and wait, go back in and rinse and repeat. After about an hour, I was ready to bring things to some sort of conclusion while he was acting like he had something to prove — in his mind, the longer things took, the more memorable, in the best way possible, he would be. 

Yeah, you've gotta watch those guys who may not bring drug (or heavy alcohol) influence into the bedroom but instead, they go with their ego — oftentimes, they aren't having sex with you at all; they are having sex at you so that they can tell themselves how good they were…regardless of what your opinion may be.

Does that mean that I am totally against all-night-long sex? Eh. I'm not much of a fan of the literal notion of that. Meaning, I don't think I would ever want to have sex, without stopping, for more than 60 minutes or so. Now, having sex, spooning for a catnap, going at it again, spooning for a few more hours, and going at it again — oh, I think there should be a holiday for that. But thinking that a man being able to go for a billion minutes plus tax is the sign of a good lover really needs to be left in the movies — and even those are only a couple of hours long. The bottom line here — it's not only unrealistic to want a man to go all night but, if we're really honest with ourselves, a lot of us don't like it when it comes even close to happening anyway. So, what exactly is the timeframe that brings us pleasure and joy? Good question.

How Long Do Most of Us Actually Want Sex to Be?

I write about sex quite a bit on here, so while I can't recall exactly which articles, I know I've shared, on more than a few occasions, that when it comes to how long it takes a man to climax, he can do it in five minutes while it generally takes us around 20 minutes (including foreplay). Well, according to a study that was conducted last year, the time that we need has gotten down to something very specific. Apparently, what we need in order to reach a full-on orgasm are 13.41 minutes.

OK, but that's how long it takes to "see the mountain."Based on what a different study revealed, how long do most of us actually want sex to last? 25.51 minutes (do you agree?). Here is what's interesting about that, though. Another study that was published byThe Journal of Sexual Medicinestated that there is actually an ideal time for vaginal intercourse to transpire and it's shorter than both of the times that I just stated — between 7-13 minutes. Yep, according to the journal, we all should be able to get the job done (and feel all the better for it), in less time than it takes to watch half of an Insecure episode.

Is there anything that alters this conclusion? Sure. Things like the state of two people's health, what their personal preferences are and even the current state of their connection with one another could result in sex being much shorter or longer than — rounding off here — 10 minutes long. However, the bigger point (at least to me) is this kind of data is important because the belief that good sex — or a good sex partner — is someone who has to be the Energizer Bunny — you know, going on…and on…and on — is wrapped up in fallacy. Sex doesn't have to be long in order to be good. Not by a long shot.

Remember That It Should Always Be About Quality over Quantity

And this is why I think quickies should get more respect than they oftentimes do. If sex, for us, is typically preferred when it's between 7-13 minutes long, that means that morning sex, shower sex, and pulling stuff up and down when you've got a few minutes to spare in the kitchen or car— these things shouldn't be seen as sexual consolation prizes. In fact, after reading all of what I just said, there should be more reasons to treat them as top-tier activities because what all of this intel revealed, more than anything else, it's that more women are into quality sex than how much time someone takes in the bedroom (quantity).

In fact, dare I say, that the reason why those of us who want more time push for it, it's so that "he" will get more minutes (or hours…geez) to figure out what we need to get where we want things to go (if you catch my drift). Meaning, if he hits it right, we don't need an hour; we're actually extending an hour so that he can — and will.

Again, just so we're clear, I'm all about having more than one round in a night. All of these studies and what I've shared aren't talking about that. But that on…and on…AND ON one round of sex stuff? If a man says he's doing it for us, share with him this article because, according to the sourced data, something in that buttermilk ain't clean. We'd rather have 10 minutes of really good intercourse than an hour of subpar pounding. Words to live by. Lie down on too. #wink

For more love and relationships, sex, dating tips and tricks, and marriage advice, check out xoNecole's Sex & Love section here.

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[benefits1986]

arbi_eff homebuddy 4.0

This is but another thought fart and thought shit post.

Starting to miss my tiny MNL home because this szn is a szn outside MNL really, really soon. Gah. Still have a lot of decluttering to do, but very excited to buy beef that's so fresh on weekends among other things like biking with the new breed in the hood.

Food is the love language that calms me and keeps me going. Really, really good and authentic Asian food and well-made drinks. I'm indeed a Tamagotchi housed in a kid's body who is kinda growing up to the tune of Caterpie. Plus, common and uncommon sense paired with me laughing even when my default RBF usually doesn't give a fuck at all to all. GAH. No more TMI because we're a gentlewoman, after all. Stay tuned, I guess? Side Note: See? I'm but a super basic bitch. Nothing fancy, contrary to popular belief and well-dressed myths. LOL. Lagot na talaga YATA meee, mhieeemahhhh!

The saddle dad and I fought so passionately about is ripping it well. Boogsh. Period. Time to bike more and more, but first, let's do the things all for the greater good. Enough said.

Prompts are popping and I'm loving it, honestly. The bots are really very interesting. Training the bots make me feel like I'm part of the whole Deus ex Machina era, officially. However, a lot to learn... a lot to earn... and a lot to unlearn. Just keep trusting the process, always.

I really need to go back to mya SRA days wherein I try my best to unfuck my dyslexia. UGH. I don't know if I still have that side of me as it has been part of my un-core memories. However, we're here and now, baby. There's no turning back. I'll try to start practicing my core muscles in this department via this thought shit and fart space. UGH.

I guess, it's also time for me to go back to my training days that involve answering quiz books that focus on the basics of grammar and style. Here's a funny story. I'm checking some documents that I need to file for something important. I then chanced upon my papers in grad school. Of course, I chuckled and shook my head. Damn, girl! Those days inspire the delulu solulu me to give things another try. On top of that, I'll just have to tweak my perspective and see everything as a series of games to be won.

This time around though, these series of games are more than just winning, always. Let this be a reminder that not winning is not losing. Instead, not winning is a learning experience a la Mamba, baby! There goes a tiny shift in my fucked up worldview. Let's see how this social experiment pans out. Hmm...

My dad has been very specific in reminding me to eat and rest. LOL. This is so out of his usual, his character, honestly. But, yeah. Since he sees me on the prowl in the name of taxes and the life after taxes more and more, he's kind of concerned and proud. By proud, I mean, now he gets what my grind is all about after more than a decade of knitting his brows whenever he comes across stuff about what I do and what I try to do.

In fairness, in spite his attacks, now he's more subdued, caring even. And this is game-changing right before my very beady eyes. LOL. Kidding aside, I guess we're actually on track to heal together. Perhaps, here's how the universe is showing me and my dad that we can nurse each other's loss of our moms. LUH. Let's see! Or is it but another mood swing from both sides of the boxing ring?

Small Win: In the name of learning and unlearning life lessons, for the past weeks, I always say I NEED YOU, DAD. Of course, I feel like I'm choking and faking it. But, we don't spit. We swallow, so there you go. Got this from DOAC's podcast that talks about the loneliness that men have in this era. DUH. I talked about this in-depth previously, but, yeah. Let's rock and roll! Really digging people who are not searchable online. Oh, those rare and non-existent digital footprints are really making me curious. The fact that I can't "see" stories and frames is a breath of fresh air. I have to validate the root cause of the absence of such digital stats, though. Just so we're super sure, but, so far, all good. Approved. LUH.

September is almost here, so I'd really have to step on the gas and slay, even when I'm on a foldie. WHEW! Let's go, weekend! Shall we?

[laximpulsion]

Director's Cut Commentary: Ch. 4 aka WELCOME TO TMI HOUR! i buried my ballast, i made my peace

had a moment of absolute earth shattering panic reading over this and realizing i think i mixed my metaphors a little bit with houses/labyrinths ... but then i told myself ykw im not writing the next great american novel, im writing a fanfiction, so i think i can be forgiven for some slight metaphor mixing. still, ffs, how many times did i read over this chapter and only now notice that... potential lesson to learn here: let things sit for longer before you post!

anyway. all of that aside this is both my favorite and least favorite chapter. favorite because i got to just let loose and go really over the top with leah's mental unraveling and metaphors and i did find the literary aspect to be very rewarding. least favorite because, vulnerable honest truth, i was/am nervous that people will find it upsetting -- and not in a cathartic way, but in an off-putting way. i think im probably overthinking it, but for such a delicate topic its hard not to, and i guess id rather overthink it than underthink it. fwiw i struggled off and on w/ suicidal thoughts through my late teens/early twenties, and i wanted to try to be faithful to how painful and overwhelming that can be while also not just seeming like i was doing shock value for the sake of shock value.

and ofc i dont claim that this portrayal represents or should represent anyone's experience other than leah rilke's (not even my own!). even then, this is just one take on what *might* have been going through her head at that time. im sure someone else might have taken it in a different direction but i was really running with the labyrinth metaphor at this point (obviously)

the other aspect of the labyrinth metaphor that i introduced this chap is the monster at the center, which is supposed to stand for insanity. like just totally losing her mind.

#unreliablenarratormoment when leah says fatin is telling her nonsense about the pit and fatin is actually being quite sensible

fatin's story in this chapter is also based on something that happened to me. again, not the juicy parts (sorry). but when i was 15 or 16, a girl played the same piece as me at a piano recital, and she played it better than me, and i decided she was my arch nemesis. i also noticed that she was very nice and pretty, which i found extremely annoying. saw her a couple times at recitals and competitions but after a year or so i never saw her again. (i did not trash her stuff and i never hooked up with her at a party lol sadly)

favorite line: "It’s sick curiosity, or maybe hopeful curiosity. Which is sick in its own way."

[khaleesiofalicante]

I read the new chapter. As usual is was amazing!

also, something I love about your writing is how you always teach a lesson. I'm always learning while reading and I love that. You always teach something through your writing. Thank you for constantly teaching us and helping us learn, and to be better.

Now, can I say the Lightwood-Bane siblings own my whole heart! Like, Rafe calling Max a "lil shit" was hilarious and definitely spot on sibling rep.

Consul Alec is superior!

The Lightwood-Banes are prescious and amazing and beautiful.

Jace and Clary had done well.

^ not me crying at this.

“So, we love them. We love them every day. So, they remember there is good in the world,” Alec said. “We love them so much that in a century or two when they think of shadowhunters they will think of love. Not that room. Not those people. They will think of us. They will think of you and me.”

^ do you want to see me cry? Is that the goal here? You want to see Bec sobbing on the floor?

He knew Magnus would love him until the day Alec passed. But would Magnus be attracted to him till his last day?

^ I want you to know I literally said "Magnus will always see you as that boy with the dark hair and blue eyes, you dork."

David is literally most precious thing, like I want to cry. He's so precious. Also is he going to use a bow and arrow like Alec? Because that would be cool, but if David ends up not wanting to fight that would be cool too. And Clary and Jace would be proud of him no matter what he chooses, I just know.

Simon being amazing at running the Academy is no surprise. We been knew he'd be great at it. But the way he's teaching them about Downworlder history and about Downworlders has me so proud. He literally is changing things just like he said back in his Academy days. George would so proud.

Izzy being the weapons master of the Clave is so fitting. Also, her being the only one to know where the Iron Sisters are and the only one who can get in contact with them, is something that can be so personal. They're biased because they like Izzy so much, I said what I said 😌

Jace teaching his kids all kinds of stuff is very Jace of him. God, I love him. Also, I feel like he prefers to teach them about books, music, and languages at first and then teach them how to fight. As much as Jace loves being a Shadowhunter and fighting, I feel he probably prefers his kids not learning until they are 13, idk it's just something I feel.

Clary being a badass artist is the best! I love her! She literally is a Shadowhunter and an artist, she's both. I love her.

Magnus and Alec being in love as ever. These two. Also, apparently Sagittarius and Virgo are amazing match. And guess what? Magnus is a Sagittarius and Alec is a Virgo. Obviously, they're perfect for each other either way, but there's that too.

Diego is the best Inquisitor we've seen, I said what I said. But also, he seems like a good dad.

Alec and Tessa brotp had my heart.

Also, I can't imagine any of that was easy for Tessa, all the memories that probably resurfaced.

Also, also the way Alec is literally changing everything even tho people don't like it. He said "I don't care." But also the way tmi gang are helping, and how they are all so different and have grown so much.

Fuck the cohort! Fuck those cruel Shadowhunters!

Dude, I keep forgetting that this isn't canon that I'm reading.

Max and David are adorable. I can't wait to read more about them.

Is Rafe interested in a certain Inquisitor's daughter? I don't usually like to force these things, but I'm getting some vibes. If not then that's cool too, but yee. Honestly, their brotp could be good as well. I hope to see more of Rafe and Anjali.

Max really is a handful, isn't he? I love him.

Magnus and Alec are in trouble with their boys.

I want to hug the Lightwood-Banes. Most of all I want to give Max a big hug.

THERE'S SO MUCH MORE! BUT ALAS I DON'T WANT TO QUOTE EVERYTHING.

This is LITERALLY amazing.

Thank you so much bebe 🥺🥺🥺

My ravenclaw ass is incapable of writing fics without putting in lessons lmao. My dream of writing crack fics remain a dream 🤭

And you REALLY need to do astrology posts for tsc characters I would love that 😍🤭😎

And here is a stock image of Jace and David. They are baking cookies for Clary and the twins 🥺

[devildamn]

You plan on making poly headcanons? Id love to read them

Heck yee, I love poly ships >w< Tbh, the way I see it, even as a harem, there are some pretty distinct smaller groupings. A bunch of em…. Hmmm… I’ll make a list with my thoughts on each. Just plz keep in mind, for the MC ships, I’ll explain more the relationship between the named characters than with them because… MCS are just so varied, I cant account for everyone and how they’d be. And if I do bring em up, it’s based on what I like in my MCs lol <w< Or what I think would mesh the best.

-        Diavolo/Lucifer/Barbaratos: Yee I ship these council goons. Their friendship is so cute, especially how both Lucifer and Barbaratos have a soft spot and give in to Diavolo’s antics uwu Like, I swear, anytime one of them tells Diavolo no to something, the other will help enable him anyways. I’m a sucker for ‘touch starved/needy Diavolo’ too, so I like to imagine the three’s relationship starting as professional with the occasional moments of showing they care, but once they get closer and Diavolo confesses (particularly to Lucifer) about his insecurity in feeling alone, their level of touchy-feely-ness will gradually increase… behind closed doors that is. Barbaratos has no shame in his affections being public, he likes making Diavolo happy, but Lucifer is hesitant to make their relationship known. He’d rather keep up appearances, and Diavolo doesn’t want to ask too much of him, so this is their compromise.

-        Asmodeus/Solomon/MC: Ahahaha look v-v I am not much of an Asmo fan. But I can see his appeal, and I do like the Solomon/Asmodeus ship. That said, how their poly ship can work depends entirely on the MC (tho that’s a given with how different MCs can be lol). Asmodeus is sure to love having two powerful humans be in control of him, even flaunting it as a sort of status symbol. And he’d most definitely act like a brat. I don’t see Solomon as being one to give into Asmo as much as he’d want someone to, so I can imagine this scenario being common, lol:

Asmo going to Solomon for whatever reason. Solomon is busy/distracted and keeps brushing off Asmo’s attempts to get his attention. Asmo gets HUFFY and storms to MC to demand attention from them instead.

Basically, MC would have to bear the brunt of Asmo’s needs lol. Solomon won’t always be so obtuse, but he’s just not as inclined to emotional stuff.

-        Solomon/Simeon/Luke: Love their dynamic. Just friends looking out for each other <3 I can especially imagine them in domestic situations. Their dissing Solomon’s cooking? Solomon’s and Simeon’s shared custody of keeping Luke from trouble? <3 <3 <3 Bonus, heres a scenario I like:

Luke being a ‘helicopter parent’ to Solomon’s annoyance when he gets super into a project. Bringing him snacks, tidying up his workspace, sending him texts to remind him of stuff he needs to do. All the while scolding him for not taking better care of himself, but secretly feeling happy that he is needed. Simeon helps take care of Solomon too, but not to the extent that Luke does. He’s better at watching from the sidelines, amused at Luke hauling a semi-conscious Solomon from bed to get a proper breakfast.

-        Belphegor/Beelzebub/MC: >-> Here’s a bit of a rant. It’s no secret I hate Belphie. No hate to Belphie lovers, y’all are great and free to love who you love, my gripe is just with how little the story did to redeem him to us. Anyways, my hate for him extended so much that it affected my love for Beel too ;o; See, before his return, I LOVED Beel. He was cutting it close with Mammon in being my favorite. He’s such a wholesome boi full of love for his family <3 But with Belphie’s return… loving Beel and hating Belph is just not good for him.It’d never work. They are a package deal. The closest of the brothers. Of course all your time with Beel or Belph would be spent with the other as well. Even Belph tells you that in his dream scenario, he’d run away with you and Beel and live happily together. They are already set on loving one person together, that’s just how it is -w-“

-        Lucifer/Mammon/MC: Mammon is Lucifer’s favorite brother. In particular, people note that he finds Mammon to be cute. Weeeeeellllllllllll, here’s a bit of tmi for my take on my MC, the reason they dislike Lucifer is because his personality is a bit like theirs too, with some key differences. And of course, that being the case…. Mammon is their favorite too. So, the way I see this is, both Lucifer and MC sharing Mammon. Lucifer scolds him, MC comforts and enables him, Lucifer tries but can’t stop MC, and the song and dance continues. <3

-        Leviathan/MC/Mammon: Listen, the beef these two had is the first thing you’re thrown into and I find it hilarious in retrospect. Levi does not like you, and only approaches you to use you to get back at Mammon. This makes Mammon the first to form a contract with you, and later, become your first genuine friend out of the brothers. The first to care uwu Then, WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE and Levi has grown to like you, his dialogue about you preferring Mammon? “Is it because he was your first?” Motherfucker, you could’ve been the first if you weren’t so up your ass in calling me ‘Normie Trash’ X,D Jealous shit. But it’s cute in a way. His rivalry with Mammon, their bickering. Both vying for MC’s attention, calling out each other’s bs, later having moments of defending the other when shit gets too far or others attack em, it’s entertaining to me.

-        Asmodeus/MC/Beelzebub: I’ll keep this one short. I can see this solely because Asmo has, on multiple occasions, spoken of his interest in Beel. To be FAIR, Asmo would form a polyship with ANY of his brothers, lol, just typing this one in particular for that reason.

-        Beelzebub/MC/Luke: Absolutely wholesome. Adorable. I feel that out of all the brothers, Luke has the best relationship with Beel. I’d love to see them interact more -w- (I am on Lesson 29). As it stands, I’m jumping into headcannon territory straight up lol:

MC and Luke get close first. Luke is the first person to have reached out to MC with good intentions (which compared to the brother’s hostile initial meetings, is a HUGE relief), and since MC respects and does not tease Luke, he attaches to them like a puppy. Beel and them grow close too with the reveal of the family history, and Beel generally feeling at ease with both people. Can you picture Beel feeling drowsy, draped over Luke as he studies and finding the scent of baked goods and vanilla coming from him comforting? Cuz I can -/w/- Hella cute. Luke IS pushy, and Beel finds it annoying at times. They’d have arguments, and initially, Beel would subconsciously make Luke feel threatened with his size and temper, but with the help of MC interfering, he’d be more mindful of it in the future. With the curbing of Beel’s temper, Luke would also learn to feel more comfortable around him, and ALSO with MC’s interference, he’d be more mindful of his nagging nature. All in all, their arguments would lead to them feeling huffy the next day and giving the other the silent treatment… but then after a while, Luke would bake too much of something and aaah, he GUESSES Beel could have some since it just so happens to be his FAVORITE… and they’d be back to snuggling. Bleeh.

Aight, so that was the list <3 I’m open to others, and if you’d like any more specifics on any you are free to send me more asks! Just that these were the ones I could think of immediately and distinctly. To be fair, MC could be added to any of the ships I have without em, but as stated before, it’s hard to characterize MC as anything other than what I like uwu So I’ll refrain from doing so unless it’s specified as such. My MC, Boo <3 Thank you for the ask!

[beclynn-herondale]

In Another Universe: Chapter 7 - Magna Bane's party

(tsc, TMI and the characters belong to Cassandra Clare.)

They got a cab, Jayce was busy calling Alec and yelling at her to wake up and meet them at a restaurant called Taki's, Clar was too busy thinking about the name that he saw, Magna Bane. Who was this Magna Bane and why did they sign his brain?

"This Taki's place has great food!" said Jayce.

"I don't care about good food, I want to know what or who Magna Bane is."

"She's a warlock," said Jayce.

"How do you know that?"

"Cause only a warlock could put a block spell on your mind."

He looked out the window with a sigh. All this was exhausting.

-

They got to Taki's they waited for Alec who was only a few minutes away, and they went in and got a seat

"Who was that?" asked Clar. "At the door I mean."

"Who?" said Jayce. "You mean Clancy?"

"Yeah, he's a demon?"

"No, he's an Ifrit. they are warlocks but can't use magic," she said

Alec mumbled something.

He was looking at the menu, and a lot of it looked like Downworlder stuff.

"What is with this menu?" he asked

"Don't order any faerie food, it makes mundanes go a bit crazy," said Jayce. "And the next thing you know, you are running down the street naked with antlers on your head."

Clar looked at her

"Not," she said. "That I have ever done that."

"Uh huh."

Jayce went on talking, like she usually did, and Alec was staring at her with a look that Clar couldn't quite describe

Isidore and Simone came in at that moment

"There's this smoothie that is amazing," Isidore said.

Simone gave Clar a smile but he looked away, not wanting to meet her eyes.bhe didn't know exactly why he was upset with her.

"So what did you find out at the Bone City?" asked Isidore.

"We have a name," said Jayce. "Magna Bane."

"It's a start," said Alec.

"Magna Bane?" said Isidore. "I have an invitation to her party tonight."

"You do?" asked Alec

"Yup!"

"Well I guess we go to the party?" asked Jayce.

"Yeah!" said Isidore.

"Ugh, I hate parties," said Alec.

Clar could relate to her there. They continued to talk, Isidore took Simone to the park to show her something, Clar didn't go along, he was pretty sure of he did Isidore would find a way to get rid of him. Jayce, Alec, and Clar went back to the Institute.

——————

Isidore took Simone to the park to show her the faeries there, she was weird but Isidore could have some fun.

"You see them there," he said.

She squinted, trying to see what he was talking about.

"Whoa!" she said. "They are so pretty."

He gave her a charming smile, she smiled shyly back

"Here," he said, and grabbed her hand. "Get a closer look."

They looked at the pixie who was flying around the flower, they had blue hair and purple wings and wearing a pink dress.

Simone stars in amazement, the pixie reflecting in her glasses

"Do you want to kiss?" he asked

She swung her head towards him, and looked lost for words

"I..." she said. "I guess."

She was obviously nervous, girls and boys and others, were always nervous around him, though he was intimating.

He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, a soft kiss that didn't mean anything.

——————

Jayce was in Clar's room, she was looking through his sketch book, he was a brilliant artist, all his pieces were so beautiful. Yes she was aware she shouldn't be Snooping in it but she could never help herself, it got her in trouble a lot.

"Is that my sketch book!" yelled Clar. "I don't let people look through that."

"Why not?" she said. "You're amazing, sometimes excellent."

He blushed a little

"Cause it's personal," he said. "Some people keep diaries, some journals. Me it's my sketch book."

She closed it.

"I'm tired," he said.

"If you want something to help you go to sleep," she said. "I could tell you a bedtime story."

He looked at her oddly

"Fine."

"Ok, lie down and close your eyes."

He layed down, she sat on the end if his bed

"Once upon a time," she started. "There was a little girl—"

"Was she a Shadowhunter girl?"

"Of course, yes."

"She lived in a manor house with her father. One day her father gave her a hunting falcon, he wanted her to tame it, she didn't like the falcon, it made her nervous. but she didn't want to disappoint her father, and wanted to make him happy. So she did her best, she spent everyday with it, and every day she had scratches on her hands that bled. she fed it and stroked it's wings, she finally got it to eat from her hand, she didn't care that it tore at her skin when it ate from her hand. She eventually taught it to fly circles around her and to stick it's beak in her hair and play with it, she knew her falcon loved her and she loved her falcon. So when she thought she was done and that she had tamed it, she went to show her father, thinking he would be proud and happy, but instead he was disappointed and angry. 'I told you to teach it to be obedient,' he said. 'Instead you taught it to love you.' he took the bird and broke it's neck. She cried for hours after her father left and after that day she never cried again. And she never forgot what she learn that day, that to love is to destroy and to be loved is the one to be destroyed."

"Jayce..." said Clar ever so softly. "That's not a bedtime story, that's a story about abuse."

"No. It's a story about a father trying to teach his daughter a lesson."

"No, it's a story to give children nightmares, to scare them into obedience," said Clar.

"Sometimes if you get runes too early they give you nightmares," she told him, and looked at him very thoughtfully.

"But if you don't learn to bend a little, you'll break into pieces," he said

"Not if you are strong enough."

"Jayce..." he never finished, he had been taken away by sleep.

She waited a few moments to make sure he was asleep, and brushed some hair out of his face. "Sleep well," she whispered softly.

And she left the room, to get ready for the party tonight.

——————

Joan was reading her book, like she always did these days. Demons were a great deal of trouble, and to think half a year ago she didn't even know about any of this stuff.

It was weird that half a year had passed but she didn't look different, well unless you counted the fact that she was more muscular now, and knew how to kill people now.

There were times when she was fighting demons for training that she enjoyed killing them so much it scared her, she was never the type who loved violence but she is starting to love it, almost crave it.

She heard a knock at her door, she walked to it and swung it open. There stood Lilith the woman who claimed to be her mother but wasn't, the woman who Joan called her mother so she wouldn't be punished for being disobedient.

"Hello, my dear," said Lilith.

"Mother."

"Your father said he is proud of how far you have come in such a short time."

"Did he."

Her father, you mean the insane guy who wants to kill people and has already killed people.

"You know," said Lilith. "There is only one problem."

"What's that?"

"You are still too caught up in your old life, still too kind and sweet." she said.

"I.."

"There is a way to perhaps make you less weak," she said.

"What's that?" she asked

"It would be to have you reach your full potential," said Lilith. "To reach deep into yourself and let the demon in you take hold."

"What? How would I even do that?"

"My daughter, you must let go of what makes you human."

Let go of what makes her human?

"I know you feel it, that need for destruction, the need for violence, the want for blood on your hands," she said. "I see it in your eyes, because that is the demon in you. All you have to do and embrace it."

Then a man walked into the room and whispered something in Lilith's ear.

"I see," she said.

What was it that he told her?

"We need to speed things up," she said. "Darling, come here."

Joan walked over to her, she took her by the arm and whispered some unknown words into Joans ear, she didn't recognize the language but it must have been demonic, she felt as if Lilith had poured some dark magic through her. she felt her lungs burn and herself lose control of her body, she fell to the ground and it was all black again, and when she would wake up, things would be different.

Everything was so different.

——————

Alec was dreading going to this party, she was lying around her room flipping through a demonology book

She heard a knock at her door, and walked over to open the door.

"Heya," said a familiar voice, her parabatai. "I brought this for you, I know you probably don't have anything too fancy to wear cause you don't like to dress up."

"You're right, I don't," she said. "So why would I want to now? I'll just wear what I usually wear everyday"

"Alec, we are going to Magna Bane's party, I have heard people call her the Queen of Fashion. Do you really want to go wearing a worn out sweater with holes in it?"

She gave her parabatai a long look

"How do you know people call Magna Bane that?"

"I hear things from the faeries."

"You really need to stop hanging out with the faeries," she said

"Why?"

"They get you into trouble."

"So," said Jayce. "I like trouble."

"Yeah, that's the problem," she told her parabatai.

Jayce grinned at her, that mischief grin that said I do what I want, so try and stop me

She let out a long sigh. "What do you got exactly?"

She held up a Blue silk tank top, that was v cut in the front, it had spaghetti straps and didn't leave much to the Imagination.

"I'm not wearing that!" she shouted not meaning to.

"Why not? It will totally bring out your eyes," said Jayce

"Because it's so low cut, you know I don't exactly have a small chest."

"So, what does showing off what you got have to do with anything?"

"Jayce, maybe you like to show people what you got. But I am not like that."

"I can get you dress shirt instead," she said. "But I don't have anything blue in a blouse or dress shirt."

Did she really put that much thought into this?

"Fine. I'll wear it, but I'll be wearing a jacket as well," she said.

"Ok! I'll let you get away with that," she said, and smiled up at her.

Honestly Jayce was impossible, but she was Alec's impossible.

——————

Clar had to borrow something nice from Isidore, the only problem was that Isidore had such nice shirts, he loved fashion apparently. He also thought it was probably strange for two boys to be getting ready together like this.

Clar hated parties, not just because of the people but because you had to dress up and figuring out what goes with what was frustrating, even as a boy you sometimes had to worry about clothes.

"I think this will work nice," said Isidore.

He held up a black dress shirt, that looked somewhat less flaunty. Thankfully Clar had his own black jeans, though he would look very much like a Shadowhunter. He wondered what Jayce was gonna wear, and then asked himself why he was wondering that?

"Come here," said Isidore. "I am gonna help you part your hair fancy."

Clar sighed, he hated dressing up.

"Hey, Isidore," he asked

"Yeah?"

"Is Alec a lesbian?"

Isidore jumped and flung the hairbrush across the room

"You can't tell anyone!" he shouted.

"Is there a rule against being gay?"

"Not exactly, but it's looked down upon and people will think you are the shame of the your family," said Isidore, he sounded sad and angry at the same time. "So you can't tell anyone, seriously."

"I won't."

Isidore relaxed a little, the Lightwoods may be a little stuck up but the way they cared about each other was something that has made Clar care about them a little, it reminded him of Joan, himself, and Simone.

He missed Joan, he missed his big sister being there to take on the people he didn't want to talk to, to be there when he felt like the odd one out, Joan who always reminded Simone to continue to be nerdy because that's who she is and she shouldn't let anyone take that away. He smiled at the memory. He just hoped that by whatever ever higher power there was that she was ok, and that he would get to see her again.

"Clar, are you going to stay zoned out," said Isidore, snapping him back into reality. "Or are you gonna come along so we can go to the party."

-

They headed down the hall to get the girls. Clar saw Jayce look up at the sound of their footsteps, she was wearing a black lace top that was cut into a v shape in the front, and black leather pants, she also wore her usual heeled black combat boots that gave her a couple more inches in height, and a jacket, her golden curls were pushed back behind her ear on one side, she was wearing sword earrings, black the Shadowhunter outfit.

Simone looked up as well and said "Why are you so dressed up?"

"It's a party, so I guess I should a little."

She gave him the look that said you hate dressing up

Jayce came up to him. "You look nice," she said, he felt himself blush. "And here's this."

She handed him a dagger

"I don't know how to use that," he said

"Don't worry about that, you'll be a natural."

-

When they got to Magna Bane's loft, Alec and Isidore rang the doorbell, a woman answered it, she wore a purple sequin suit over a slik dress top, the lower part of her black hair was dyed blue, she had on black eyeliner with a blend of purple and blue eyeshadows, she had blue glittery lipstick on. She was southeast asian, slim and taller than all of them. she had glitter sparkling along her skin that was bare. She must like glitter Clar thought.

"I don't remember inviting children of the Angel to my party," she said.

Isidore held up the invitation. "I have an invitation right here."

She looked at it, for a moment Clar thought maybe she would send them away anyway, but she moved out of the doorway with a sigh and said. "Come on up, just don't kill anyone while your here."

They all followed her up the stairs, when they got into her loft, Clar saw that there was glitter and streamers everywhere, there was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling over a dance floor. He looked around and saw the guests were Faeries, Vampires, and a few werewolves. Clar didn't know what to think, he hadn't thought they got along.

He looked to his side about to ask Jayce something and saw everyone was gone. Did they all just leave him?

"Do you like the party?" asked a voice from behind him.

He turned and saw it was Magna Bane. "It's nice," he said who is it for?"

"My cat," she said

"Where is your cat?"

"I don't know, he ran away."

"Oh," he said. "Do you think he'll come back?"

"Who can say."

A moment later Jayce was back by his side

"Where did you come from!" he asked

"Over there," she said, and pointed to the bar.

"Where are Simone and Isidore?"

"They are dancing."

He looked over to the dance floor, and saw that they were in fact dancing.

Alec was here now too, what was with Shadowhunters and popping up out of nowhere?

"How may I help you Nephilim?" asked Magna. "I'm not in trouble with the Clave am I?"

"No," said Jayce and Alec simultaneously.

"We are here to ask about if you ever put a memory block on Clar," said Jayce

"You signed my mind," said Clar.

"Yes and yes," said Magna. "Come to my bedroom and we can talk privately."

"Why?" he asked "Why did you sign my mind?"

"I was proud of the work I had done on you," she said. "So perfect. You would forget what you saw as you saw it. It was how she wanted it to be."

"Who?," he asked. "How who wanted it?"

"Your mother."

He flinched, Jayce and Alec looked at him with sympathetic looks.

"But why? Why would she want that?"

"I don't know, I just do what I get paid to do," she said.

"Was it only one time?" he asked

"Darling, I don't think you understand. When I first saw you for the first time, you were probably two years old. Your mother came to me and told me who she was and asked if I could block that part of your mind. I told her it may leave you damaged, but that there was another way. I could make you forget what you and you would never know, but that she would have to come back every two years to have it recast, because the spell would start fade," she told Clar.

"And she did?"

"I have seen you every two years since that day. You were the first Shadowhunter I watched grow up."

"Can you take the spell off?" he asked

"I can't."

"What?" Jayce sounded angered. "Why? The Clave requires you to do—"

"I do not like being told what to do, little Shadowhunter," said coldly.

Clar knew how much Jayce seemed to hate being called "little"

"You can't reverse it?" spoke Alec before Jayce could give a reply.

"Taking a spell off is much more complicated than putting one on," said Magna. "Besides, it's alright fading."

"I just want to be who I really am," said Clar. "I mean who I really am supposed to be."

Magna sighed and walked over to one of the book cases in her bedroom and pulled a book off the shelf. "This is called the Gray Book," she said, she opened it to a page and layed it on Clar's lap. "This rune will help you remember a little and see through glamour better. It contains every Rune the Angel gifted the Nephilim."

"But the book isn't gray. Why is it called the grey book?" he asked

"Really?" said Jayce sarcastically. He shot her a glare.

"It's just what it's called," said Alec, more symptomatically than anyone else.

Clar looked at the page, he saw, Remember. Sorrow. Thought. Strength. Protection. Grace.

Magna grabbed the book and said "That's enough for now. If you read too many at the same time you make your head ache."

"Usually, Nephilim children grow up learning one at a time," said Jayce. "I don't even know them all yet."

"Can you imagine that," said Magna.

"I still don't remember where the Mortal Cup is or anything about it," said Clar.

"Seriously!," shouted Magna. "This is what it's all about, the Cup? Look I've been inside your head, there's nothing about the Mortal Instruments in it."

"The Mortal Instruments? But—" he started

"The Angel gifted the first Nephilim. A Cup, a Sword and a Mirror. The Sword is with the Silent Brothers. The Cup and the Mirror were in Idris," said Magna.

"No one knows where or what the mirror is, nobody has known for a long time," said Alec.

"It's the Cup we want," said Jayce."Valentine is looking for it."

Magna looked tired. "And you want to find it first," she said. "Only fools would get between that man and what he wants."

"You don't seem surprised or shocked that Valentine is back," said Alec.

"Are you?" she said.

"So, you aren't going to help us find it?" asked Alec.

"Darling, I wouldn't even if I could," said Magna.

"But if we don't have the Cup—" started Alec

"You can't make more Shadowhunters? Not everyone finds that so tragic," she cut in. "Now that we're done here, I am getting back to my party before people eat or kill each other."

She led them out of the her room, and then came Isidore running up shouting hysterically. "Simone's a rat!" he yelled

"What?!" said Alec. "What did she do?"

"No, nothing. she's a rat."

"Your not making sense, Isidore," said Clar.

He took a deep breath. "We were hanging by the bar and there were drinks, she drank one and it turned her into a rat!" said Isidore.

"What!?"

Clar ran off to the bar, he got on his knees and looked under it.

"Simone?" he said. "It's Clar, it's ok."

Simone ran out from under the bar and into Clar's arms.

Jayce was chuckling beside Clar.

"Are you ok?" he asked as he held her.

Simone just looked with her rat eyes at Clar, how were you supposed to tell what rat eyes meant? It was Simone though so she would be ok.

Magna walked up and whistled. "Well I see perhaps someone was tricked into drinking something that was not meant for them," she said.

"Can you turn her back?" asked Clar

"There's no point, she'll turn back to normal in a few hours. And besides you couldn't afford me and I won't do it for free," said Magna.

Jayce chuckled again, he shot her a glare. Isidore didn't seem to care, Alec walked up to him and said put him in your backpack.

"Alright!," called Magna. "This has been enough partying for me, and to be quite frank you all are terrible and have ruined it. So off you go and byebye now."

Everyone started making there way out, a vampire bumped into Clar and he said "Excuse me, handsome."

"Alright Nephilim, time to go," said Magna. "Oh! But you blue eyes, you call me." she winked at Alec. Her ivory cheeks turned red, she seemed to have lost the ability to speak and move.

"Come on!" said Jayce, as she pushed Alec out the door, Isidore right behind her. she was laughing again always laughing.

Clar was almost out the door when Magna said to him. "Clar, one more thing. Remember that when your mother fled it wasn't the Downworlders or demons she was fleeing from. it was the Shadowhunters."

Clar nodded and ran out the door.

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Warning: This will be a long post.

I got this lovely idea from, @lifewouldbebetteronmars so thank you!

I wanted to do a tarot spread about Alastair Carstairs and Thomas Lightwood’s relationship, so here we go! You can find their post here.

I made it small because my cards are not the most family-friendly, so I apologize. The Tarot deck is The Dark Wood Tarot (shadow deck). Art by Abigail Larson.

The cards are:

Moon (Upside-down), High Priestess (Upside-down), and Strength (Right-side up). It is also Alastair, Thomas, and their relationship in the same order.

How I’ll talk about the spread:

What I agree with and what stood out to me in green. My thoughts will be in blue. My reasoning/source in purple. What I’m iffy about in pink. Quotes in bold. I’ll explain the card’s meaning and then what called to me in the card itself.

Fair warning: these cards aren’t bad, but I find it very peculiar and powerful that these are all Major Arcana cards, and yes, I did use the full 78 cards which is why it is weird to me. Thankfully, I had a signed bookplate by Cassie so I got to put that near my cards and hope that they picked up her energy.

For The Moon or Alastair Carstairs’s part in this pull:

Meaning of the upside-down or shadow Moon card: “Mania, deception, and mental illness. Crossing the line into madness. Unable to find the line between sanity and insanity. Blurred vision. Entrapment. Obscuring the truth. Blaming outer circumstances for inner turmoil.”

A lot of this sticks out to me with the return of Elias, the stress of Cordelia’s wedding/her leaving, and the new Carstairs baby.

“Mania, deception, and mental illness.” This can be a result of stress for when Elias returns, or from an outside source like Charles, or just life in general, but I can easily see Alastair headed for a mental illness. Especially with Cassie saying in the TMI news source live that he does some crazy things, but that could also just be him happier and more open.

“Entrapment.” You guessed it— Elias! Surely with the person that you resent and spent your childhood covering for being back plus not being able to leave the house as often since your high-risk pregnant mother is at home would feel like entrapment to you. Also, entrapped by how he is trying to apologize and show he changed like Cassie said (in the live), but the merry thieves not hearing it (and letter game) probably doesn’t help with his mental health or his entrapment, and he may feel very down on himself for it. Especially, being isolated in a place that doesn’t make you feel especially great is probably not great for your headspace when you just got out of a toxic relationship and the person who fully knows about your father is off making her own life and about to be married. (I’m not throwing shade at Cordelia. She deserves all the happiness in the world I’m simply saying it is probably hard on Alastair too.)

“Obscuring the truth.” Elias is back and I’m sure he’ll still show either drunk tendencies or questions will arise with where he has been, what happened, why he is here now, and so on. Alastair will most likely have to either lie and explain why to keep his past lies undercover or explain in general what has been happening with their father. This may also arise if Sona has a hard pregnancy and Alastair tries to shield that their mother is in pain from Cordelia.

For The High Priestess or Thomas Lightwood’s part in this pull:

Meaning of the upside-down High Priestess card: “Self-indulgent and self-centered. Narcissistic. Obsessed with the self. An exaggerated sense of importance. Excessive need for admiration. Lack of empathy. Distrust and the inability to follow one’s own inner voice.”

“An exaggerated sense of importance. Excessive need for admiration.” This sticks out to me because of the snippet where he wants to go on patrol despite the recent killings; so he wants to do something. He wants to be important and help keep people safe. And the admiration just stuck out to me, but I don’t really have a reason. Maybe now he doesn’t want to just be just the kind friend?

I highlighted “lack of empathy” because healing from a family member— or anyone’s— death can make you kinda hole up inside yourself, so him losing interest in others and being less empathetic I can see happening but with his natural nature trying to help people and always being there I can’t. So I’m at odds on this one. This could also be how he seems to care less about Alastair in the snippets which would make sense, but I think is more from anger and a feeling of betrayal than a lack of empathy. Especially because then he does apologize to Cordelia about his joke so it is still a toss-up to me.

“Distrust and the inability to follow one’s own inner voice.” Cassie has said that he has self-doubts and will learn to not idolize people and in the recent live said that we would see how Barbara’s death affects him and his sister in COI. We know Thomas has insecurities from snippets, how the characters view him, and how Cassie talks about him and his nature, so I think this will definitely be seen in COI. I also think it will be explored in his POV maybe/hope so. Overall, I do think he has a lot of self-doubts. Maybe from not being able to save his sister or simply because, but this gives me a reason to believe we will see more of this and his journey to self-love which I’m always a fan of.

The Strength card or their relationship in this spread show:

Meaning of the right side up Strength card: “Gentle control. Inner wells of power. Stable body. Sound mind. Fortitude and unwavering sense of self. Knowing when to apply pressure and when to release it. Character and resiliency. Effortless action. Recognizing one’s power. Your energetic birthright. Stoking your inner fire and transforming your reality.”

So a lot of things here for me. Thomas we know is insecure and so is Alastair. Thomas with his position of being the ‘kind one’ (said by I believe James?) in the group and Alastair with his heritage (said by Cordelia about why he dyes his hair) and being in London. So with this card, I think it means those insecurities will either be helped by their relationship or explored and helped in this book due to “Fortitude and unwavering sense of self.” So I expect/hope for some good healing and a sense of self since we do know Alastair is trying to become better and change his habits. (Said by Cassie and seen in the letter game). And a sense of self growing in Thoms and him overcoming his self-doubts, learning who he is (including possibly that he is gay and figuring out his feelings) and learning who he is in his friend group, out of it, and after his sister’s death.

“Know when to apply pressure and release pressure” speak out to me because of the ups and downs of their relationship which is less than stellar at the moment— from Paris, to London, to the ball, to the letter game, and to the beginning two chapters of Chain of Iron. But with Alastair not being around them in the beginning he is releasing the pressure and trying to figure himself out, but later, due to snippets, we see they talk. So maybe by then, we’ll see how the pressure or course of their relationship is handled. But this implies, to me, that throughout COI their relationship will be thrown through some loops whether as a couple or as a friendship in general.

“Gentle control [...] resiliency.” are big to me because Cassie has said that both of them (but in different ways) are learning who they are. Alastair with finding himself and breaking old habits like his Tarot Card, The Hanged Man, means. Thomas is learning to not idolize people and to heal/moving forward with Barbara’s death. So they are gaining control of themselves, what is going on in their lives and they are going through it. Being resilient to what life throws at them. And Gentle control because both these boys have honestly tried to help people and control things in their life for their whole life, so it makes sense that their relationship would be controlled by both of them.

“Transforming your reality.” For this ship to happily sail (since we know Alastair does not want to live in the closet all his life thanks to Charles in CoGold) and Thomas to come to the realization that (to our knowledge) he is gay or into men— their realities will have to shift. Coming out to their families and themselves and the world in general. Their lives will change. This is if they come out or want to and to what extent. So of course coming out affects your reality.

Overall:

I don’t think these cards are bad at all. The cards speak to growth and lessons for our boys individually before they can work together. Thomas has to learn that he is important, and needed (like everyone else in the world) and find out who he is. While Alastair has to change some things, help himself and find himself, build some bridges, and get through what is about to be thrown at him (yes, I mean Elias). I’m hopeful and happy with these cards because it seems like they will grow and we’ll get to see a stable, strong relationship in the end. (Due to the strength card). But before we see them together we have a lot of growth needed which is fair because these are teenagers.

If you are still here, THANK YOU SO MUCH! If you have any questions, notice mistakes or want any clarification I’ll be happy to help.

[oftenderweapons]

The Conversations - part 3/3

Characters: Hoseok, Taehyung

Wordcount: 2.2k words

Genre: slice of life, discussion of NSFW topics, conversation

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello readers! I’m back and I bear gifts!

This is the final installment for The Conversations. In this piece Tae and Hobi discuss their relationships with their girlfriend, Lace -- Tae’s gf -- and Giggles -- Hobi’s --, sharing some spicy details and offering each other advice. Since I consider them the “freakiest” among the guys, do expect some TMI. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: so much BDSM I had to read a handbook, impact play and dedicated objects, bondage and restrictions, themes of domination and submission, use of safeword and mentions of subspace. Voyeurism and exhibitionism, adult clubs and dungeons, public sex, masturbation and oral sex. Blindfold, powerplay, roleplay. Mentions of a sextape... :’) (also hints of a possibly angsty Namjoon future fic, I had to.) 

Wordcount: 2.2k

And here is my masterlist :)

Enjoy!

“Hey hyung, sorry for last night.” Taehyung said, sitting beside Hoseok at the lunch table in the common room.

“It’s okay, no biggie.” Hoseok already had a bright smile on, warm and honestly unbothered by the event.

“I didn’t knew Giggles was at your’s.” Taehyung opened his lunch, starting to analyse the various boxes and cups.

“Yeah,” Hobi’s ears turned reddish. “It was a surprise for me too.”

“How is it going?” Tae cheered as he found the main course. Beside him Hoseok stirred his noodles.

“It’s great. She’s fantastic. How about Lace?”

“She’s doing great. We’re doing great.” Taehyung looked around a little to see if anyone could possibly overhear. “We experimented with a riding crop. Best decision of my life.”

Hoseok laughed out loud, smashing his free hand enthusiastically against the table. “Glad to know. Giggles prefers the paddle. Or my hands. But yeah, Lace gives crop vibes.”

“She’s a huge freak.” Tae took some kimchi, mixing it with his rice. His mouth still half full, he muttered. “But I guess I am, too.”

“As long as she likes that there’s nothing wrong.” He too took a bite of his own food. “Wanna share?”

“What? No.” Tae filled his mouth some more. “I mean, I have to ask Lace first.”

“I mean the food, you pervert.” Hoseok bent over his dish, “though I guess nor Lace nor Giggles would oppose.”

“God, Lace is such an exhibitionist.” Tae said, motioning to his side dish and inviting Hobi to take what he liked.

Hobi also put his smaller boxes in the middle. “And you’re a voyeur, which works just fine.”

“Match made in heaven. Does Giggles like it too?”

“She likes it enough. But, she’s not that visual. She prefers focusing on other senses.”

“I kinda reckoned.” Taehyung remembered the previous night, when he’d endlessly knocked on Hobi’s apartment door only to have his hyung come to the door half undressed, faux leather pants on, his forehead sweaty. Behind him, Tae could recognise a woman -- well, Giggles -- fully naked, sitting on a chair, wearing nothing but a blindfold. And several feet of rope.

“Freak.” Deadpanned Hoseok.

“What about you, freak?” Tae also stirred his noodles, enjoying the steam coming from them together with the heavy smell of soy sauce and fried peppers.

“Do you want me to say I enjoy having her at my mercy, nothing but a blabbering mess, incapable of getting away or understanding what’s going to happen to her?” Hoseok was overly descriptive on that. “Because yes, I do.”

“So not only blindfolded but also tied up?”

“If she’s not behaving, then yes.” Hoseok suddenly looked stern.

“I bet she doesn’t behave much.”

“At all.” Hoseok smirked. “I think I should change her punishment to something she enjoys less.”

“Lace hates not touching me.” Tae fits a huge meat roll in his mouth.

“Giggles is not bothered, as long as I’m touching her. She needs to feel some sort of an anchor, a safety line, so to say.”

“Well, I’d need one too if I were tied up and in the dark.” His mind wandered back to one of his first times with Lace, when he’d let her cover his eyes with a thick silk scarf tied behind his head, his body at her mercy, as she observed him and touched him without him knowing where she’d land her attack, without his intense gaze following her every movement and making her flustered. She had confessed feeling free, unjudged. Not that he would ever judge her, but he knew that he would feel conscious too if he were the one in the spotlight, were the roles to be reversed. He knew he would feel freer without his lover looking at him, analysing where his attention gravitated. But this happened at the beginning, when they were still learning. Now their most pressing need is watching each other. 

“Well. Once it got bad. She got into subspace. Only time she used her safeword. That’s why we don’t use handcuffs anymore.” Hoseok’s face was instantly dull. He still tortured himself for what had happened that one time. The look in Giggle's eyes as he let her wrists free, the angry red marks on her skin showing the indentations of the metal. The way she had seemed so broken, so lost. And the heavy tears falling on his chest as she hid in his form, clinging to him.

"Just once? Me and Lace had to use them a couple times. Both of us. Sometimes she's not in the right mindset and she asks me to stop and cuddle her. Sweetest thing in the universe." His eyes turn dreamy. "After her taste, obviously."

Hoseok laughs and punches him lightly. "TMI, bro."

"Come on, if Giggles tasted that sweet you would boast too."

"I'd rather keep that honey all to myself."

"Greedy." Taehyung poured himself some cola, watching it fizzle before downing it in one go. "By the way, do you have any good role play suggestion? I'm thinking of surprising her during the weekend but I'm so tired I can barely think."

"Strangers at the hotel. Book a room, meet at the lobby and then go upstairs to fuck like bunnies?" Hobi said it without even thinking. 

"Done that."

"It's a classic. Giggles loves it. She fucks me like a slut." He snickered softly, nothing but dark mischief in his voice, but also undying fondness for his beloved.

"And that's TMI." Tae quips.

"You asked."

"Yeah, fair."

"Maid and master. Or butler and madame. You pick." Hobi drank some Sprite directly from the bottle.

"Cliché." Taehyung tutted and proceeded with his meal. “I don’t know. Not really.”

"Artist and muse? I don't know man, you're super picky." It came out with his typically whiny intonation, his tone a rollercoaster as he got deeper into thought.

Taehyung stayed quiet for a few minutes, mulling over the possibility. “Could do.”

The other man slurped in his noodles, finishing them and sipping the soup. “So, roleplay, uh?”

“It makes me feel freer. Like I’m not V from BTS. Like I’m just a boy who loves his girl.”

Hobi nodded. “You don’t know the incredible amount of places I wish I could fuck Giggles.”

Tae clapped his hands and laughed. “Like that one time at the restaurant. Damn, you disappeared for half an hour.”

Hoseok stood up to discard his container, then sat down again. In the meantime he reminisced. How Giggles had smiled mysteriously at him, holding his hand and carefully taking him away from the main scene, into a corridor and then to the restroom. He remembered how she’d palmed him heavily, how he’d cum in her mouth after five minutes of her devoted ministrations. He remembered how Giggles had fingered herself as she was sucking him, waiting for him to be done so he would crouch down, bunch up her skirt and eat her out until her eyes crossed and her legs quivered, lost in ecstasy.

“Sometimes I wished I could just get lost somewhere like in an alley or drive off in the countryside and get it all loose.” Hoseok huffed quietly as he cleaned after his meal, grabbing an half empty tube of ice cream and setting it on the table, again sitting beside Tae. “Make her take off her panties while we’re out for dinner. Do her against the mirror in the elevator.”

“The one back at the dorms...” Tae arched an eyebrow, nodding knowingly.

“Yeah. Or like… Go to a club and just finger her on the dancefloor. Or in a dark nook.” His eyes crinkled shut.

“I get it. People knowing you sucks sometimes. Lace and I wanted to go to one of those... dungeons? Or maybe like an adult club. One of those places where you can perform in front of a crowd. Try some real exhibitionism. And some serious bondage.” Taehyung finished his own meal, discarding the finished cups and plates and grabbing a spoon to share the ice cream.

“Like, shibari?” Hobi asked, making eye contact with his friend.

“Yeah, why not.” Tae shrugged. “Lace would be interested. We’ve done mild things before and she enjoyed, but those are things you need to learn with an expert and just thinking of all the things that could go wrong makes me shiver.” He took a big mouthful of ice cream, almost freezing his brain in the process.

“I took an online course. Kinda fun.” Hoseok smiled and turned a bit shy. “Giggles was ecstatic. We learned some extra knots together, from a book our teacher recommended. She’s a keen student. Very dedicated.” He exploded in bubbly laughter.

“Would you let her tie you up?” Tea asked.

“I don’t know if she wants to, but I would let her.” Hobi blushed. “I wouldn’t mind. She’s talented. And disciplined. Very careful and diligent. I know I would be in good hands. What about you?”

“I’ve already let Lace tie me up.” Taehyung was absolutely confident, his voice neutral. “I enjoy letting her manhandle me every now and then.” He shrugged again, blowing his cheeks and rubbing at his chin. “She can do that. Honestly, she did take some lessons and taught me a few things. We explore a lot together.” At this, his eyes moved to the floor, a bit flustered. Lace knew his body like no one else in the world. He had spent years living in it and getting to know it, but his girlfriend had put body and soul into exploring him, memorising every small tell, every little quirk and sweet spot. Lace had unravelled him in a couple weeks, studying his anatomy with a maniacal precision. And when he allowed her to take control of him, her knowledge showed. Her fingers could draw endless pleasure, keeping him on his toes for hours and then making him explode like fireworks. But the most important thing was the way she had learned to soothe him, to care after him, her affection like balm to his bitter moods and darkest nights.

“Glad for you.” Hoseok gave him a pat on the shoulder, drawing him in for a hug.

Taehyung was getting ready to leave. “I got to talk to Namjoon. He’s giving me feedback on some lines in English. By the way, have you heard of him and Vixen?”

“What?”

“Had a fight. He’s hell-bent on making it up to her.” Tae scrunched his nose. “Guk sorta walked in on them in the studio the other day. I don’t know if they made up.”

Hoseok pouted. “Joon temper’s sucks. Boy got some pent up pressure and he’s gonna blow a fuse someday or other. Plus Vixen’s no saint.”

“She holds him accountable for his bullshit. Takes good care of him. Plus, man, she’s a keeper.”

“Truly.” Hobi thought back to the sparks between her and Namjoon everytime they’re together. If that wasn’t love, then he didn’t know what it could ever be. Probably it was the way Giggles searched for his hand when she was afraid, the way she always looked at him when she found something funny, or that small breath she held every time he said her name. Or even the way he needed to bury his nose in her neck when he needed to rest. How he always put his hand on the small of her back when he needed her at his side, when he looked for support and protection.

Taehyung already had his hand on the handle of the kitchen’s door when Hoseok stopped him. “How do you store your… stuff, with Lace?”

“You mean what? Toys? Porn? Pics?”

The older huffed. God, he’s really shameless. “Your vids?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. That stuff. I assume you’re not hiding it from her?”

“I was thinking of shooting something. I need safe storage.” Hoseok rubbed at his forehead, crossing his arms.

“Avoid phones. Worst thing. Get yourself a good camera and a decent memory card. Like 72GB. Keep all the stuff in the memory card or pen drive. Lace and I have it in our bedside table. Never keep stuff on the phone or in cloud.” He pointed a finger towards Hoseok for emphasis. “I would recommend an action camera, which is practical like a phone but safer. But if you do use a phone, no connection, no wifi, nothing. Just a phone used like a good ol' camera. Move all the stuff away as soon as you’re done.”

“Yeah, that was sort of a given..” Hobi nodded. “So, a camera? Suggestions?”

“Depends? Handheld or tripod?” Taehyung asked, checking his phone.

“You know me. Hands on my girl, and I like shifting a lot.”

“Tripod. Definitely. I’ll send you some links for reference tonight. Enjoy.”

[treason-and-plot]

REPLIES TO REPLIES AND OTHER STUFF

@skyburned​

She doesn't understand why Raj hasn't had sex with her because she realistically considers sex as SEX, not a precious trophy or symbol of love or devotion. It's not something she purchases or sells. At this point she should understand that other people don't see it that way, but the really interesting thing about Mia is she doesn't care even when that's dangerous.

When Raj was married to Naomi, Mia was always asking him if he’d consider a threesome...back then Raj ran The Islands and nobody was richer nor as powerful as he. Mia was titillated by his wealth and lifestyle, and the fact that he seemed unattainable, but she also found him sexy as hell. (Joël described her as being ‘obsessed’). She understood then that he wouldn’t have sex with her because he was married, but the fact that he wouldn’t have sex with her after his divorce was particularly disappointing. When she visited him in jail she had more or less accepted that they would never have sex: She didn’t come here today harbouring any illusions; she knows that Raj does not and has never found her desirable, that he has always regarded her as some irritating, over-sexed bimbo, not to be taken seriously. The last time she tried to speak to him, at Joël’s farewell party, he was arrogant and dismissive, swatting her away as if she was a mosquito. 

She has never made a secret of her attraction to him, however! And it will be interesting to see how she rationalises their kiss- will she just put it down to him being drunk, or evidence of a much deeper attraction? Because they have now formed a very close friendship as well as a strong working relationship that is built on trust and loyalty, and it must now be evident to Mia that Raj does take her seriously.

@simcatcher​

Ahahaha @shhhushhh​ book comment is the absolute best ♥ perfect wording for good laugh xD thank you aaha!

@sweetnovember77​

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@buckleysims​

Thank you for the explanation. Those are definitely admirable qualities (the ones you mentioned in reply to shhhushhh), but I don't think I can get past his views about Mia. I guess that makes me a hypocrite (I'm putting him in a box just like he's done to her), but he's a pig. I just hope he learns to appreciate the gray in life and see Mia for her lovely, flawed self. Gray is prettier than black and white anyway, lol.

Grey is very pretty indeed! That’s a beautiful quote, Colleen! And yes I can see how Spence is a pig, but I also enjoy the challenge of trying to get inside his head and seeing the world through his eyes. He is a very angry person who has never been able to get over the death of his sister, and his anger definitely colours his perceptions. 

@streetlightaurora​

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@buckleysims​

Definitely agree that it's a realistic point-of-view though. Half of my family is conservative Southern protestant and the other half is conservative Midwestern Catholic. Which might not translate, lol, but basically slut shaming is something I grew up around. Fortunately my mom raised me differently, but just because it's common practice doesn't mean it isn't abhorrent. And the phrases he's used to talk about Mia? Awful! D: (Sorry, tmi, but I really wanted to like him.)

Not too much information at all! It’s very helpful for me in understanding what Spencer’s background may have been. And yeah, his language is abhorrent, no questions about that. Mia should have broken his nose, not just slapped him!

@igglemouse​ replied to your photoset

“As you can see, it has a lot of character,” says Grace. Roy cannot...”

Soooo, it's a bit of a fixer upper? So it's got a few flaws! She's right, it's her place and that's what matters first!

@igglemouse​ replied to your photoset “What’s happened, Mum? Why are you standing there grinning like a...”

Lol to ask for them back! Well, if that's her thing I won't judge her too much but be careful, the next ones might not be pure!

She has not learnt any lessons from the whole sorry exercise, poor dear Saffron! But I suppose all teenagers are like that, right? ;=)

[btxtreads]

ANOTHER TAG ASHJHJASD

extra long tag game (aka a tmi that no one particularly cares for)

tagged by @txthearteu​

tagging @markhyucknorenminchenji​ @qtsoobin​ @beomberry​ @txtdiaries​ and other people who wanna do it idk

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

of course, none other than king943 hSJADJSAJHAS. He’s a little secret I’ll let you all in on: the first person I actually noticed in TXT was,,,,,,, Kang Taehyun hSDHJAHJSDAHSA but he wasn’t my bias. I just thought he was cute (also amused me bc my BTS bias was Taehyung and I found a guy named Taehyun cute), but I didn’t stan them then. I started stanning when I saw ONE DREAM.TXT where they talked to BTS and found them really cute and endearing. Looking into them, they were wild, and chaotic and so fun and also i got rEAAAALLY attached to Soobin. So here I am. There u go, my stanning story.

TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

becoming a famous actress or singer hJSHADJSA

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

Went to a theme park. I miss going to theme parks 🥺

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

hmmm most of the time i just go out with just my phone and money unless I need to bring a bag due to safety concerns/more items needed. So I’d say nothing unconventional.

favourite type of plushies and why?

God do I seem boring hsahsajjsa but i wasn’t too big on plushies. I had a gigantic teddy bear named Justin when I was a kid (it’s a bear with shades that my brother gave me) and I used to buy plushies whenever I’m in disneyland, it’s all in my sister’s reading lounge. The only plushie in my room now is a Mollang doll wearing like a blue shirt/dress, it’s my favorite rn It’s squishyyyy

favourite song right now?

right now, it’s Work It by Sabrina Carpenter.

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

Dancing (i literally suck. i have no idea how. no joke), Vocal Lessons (had some lessons briefly for like a year but i stopped and want to take some again), music production, acting, hosting

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

ok okok so one time in our class groupchat we were talking about class elections for officers. There were muse votes and some people were saying they want me to be the muse but i didnt want to bc i was busy with work. Then they started saying that they want me to be the muse and this guy that i rejected be the escort. while this is happening, i was simping hard for soobin in another chat. anyways, i got everything mixed up and accidentally sent the soobin simp stuff to the class chat and everyone thought i was simping for the classmate i rejected i was so asHAMED.

headphones or speakers? why?

speakers! idk i just like blastic the music loud.

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

anything with cheese

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

spotify since its free for me askjjksad someone pays for my subscription lmaooo

😌✌️

questions from cj to me:

android or apple? why?

APPLE because im loyal 😌 and i guess im just used to it so its easier to use for me + all my gadgets at home are mac

words of affirmation or physical affection? why?

I think there should be a good balance of both. The words will have the ability to give you this sense of comfort and satisfaction and you know just overall a peace of mind when you hear the right words??? and physical affection bc sometimes it’s just better to get a hug or a kiss isntead of talking yk? actions speak louder than words sometimes

bean bag or rocking chair? why?

Honestly, this would depend. If I’m reading a book and feeling very vintage with a hot cup of coffee, definitely a rocking chair. If I’m watching TV and basically just chilling I’d go for Bean Bag. I like maintaining the atmosphere.

do you view a half-filled glass as half-full or half-empty or an in-between? why? (go as deep as you can)

I view it as in-between, because there’s always room for improvement. There’s always things to change, and consider, and make better. There’s no such thing as perfect.

If someone were to grant your wish right now, what would it be and why?

Please stop corona right now and let everyone go back to their daily lives and please let me attend a TXT concert bls im begging on my kNEES

if someone were to give you anything you want right now, what would it be and why? (something that can be held)

Give me Soobin I just want to give him a hug. this is valid i can hold him

favorite season and why

Winter! Even if I’ve never experienced snow or winter before, the whole idea of snow is just really fun and endearing to me. One of my bucketlists is to see snow in real life. I think it has to do with the fact that I’ve always been this person to prefer the cold over heat.

what made you enter tumblr?

I’ve always been here! Just not in kpop tumblr. I’ve since deleted my old accounts and shame  but i came back to write. It’s always been so stress-relieving to me, to write without any expectations on my back because I’m thinking about grades or a competition. Also Soobin simping is a daily thing and I gotta release it somewhere man

are you happy with where you are in life right now? why or why not?

Yes. I may not be the richest or the prettiest, or smartest or whatever, but I have a good family that loves me. I have good friends that support me and I have TXT and BTS to help me cope when things get overwhelming. I have a job that gives me a little bit of income (it’s not too common for college students here to get jobs like in the US, most of them just focus on acads) and all the means to continue my education amidst the pandemic. So really, I’m grateful for where I am now.

to see the boys in real life but for it to happen only once in your lifetime, or to meet the boys via online fan meeting as many times as you can in your lifetime? why?

Why do you have to do me dirty cj,,,,, prolly online. I may not get to hug them or anything but I get to talk to them still. As may times as I want to. And as a girl whose sanity literally just depends on Soobin giggles rn it’ll be very therapeutic to me to see them and talk to them as much as I could, even just through a screen.

QUESTIONS FROM ME TO YOU:

Cinema or Netflix? Why?

Fire or Rain? Why?

What’s the worst experience you’ve had as a KPOP stan?

How do you handle stress?

Favorite Disney Princess and why?

Which fictional character do you say you relate the most to?

How did you get into KPOP?

What kind of merch you got 👀

Would you date a KPOP idol? What would you do if you do date one? (doesnt have to be your bias, just wanna see what y’all would do)

Would you rather be with someone you love but doesn’t love you back or be with someone that loves yu but you don’t love them back? (Or, as the Filipinos would say, Mahal ko o Mahal Ako)

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

PERSONAL

name: -

nickname: rina

birthday: - 

zodiac: gemini

nationality: filipino

languages: english, filipino 

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5′2 like 2 years ago, i probably grew like an inch or two 

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: --

meaning behind my url: bts and txt fanfics to read hasjhsahj

blog established: ,,,,, i cant remember askjjksdjkdsa but the blog is only a few months old!

followers: 384!!! love yall 

FAVORITES

favourite animals: b u n n y y y y y

favourite books: CAMP HALF BLOOD SERIES BY RICK RIORDAN IM ZEUS’ DAUGHTER YALL

favourite colour: black, blue, purple

favourite fictional characters: Percy Jackson, Jaron from Ascendance Trilogy, Chimmy!!! hihi

favourite flower: white roses

favourite scent: coffee

favourite season: winter

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 3-5 or 8-10.

cats or dogs: dogs because cats scare me

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee!!! especially if it’s iced and sweet

current time: 12:21 AM

dream trip: California. Look I have the visa, pls miss rona. just leave so cali can just let me IN

dream job: actress or singer

hobbies: writing, reading, watching crackvids

hogwarts house: gryffindor

last movie watched: Work It (bc it has sabrina carpenter ahshsahsa i have low standards when we talk about Sabrina)

last song listened to: Helpless - Hamilton OBC

no. of blankets you sleep with: 1

random fact(s): if given the chance again, I would go on a date in high school. Also try to exert more effort in my appearance back then i looked like an honest to god M E S S (tbh i still do but now i have eyebrow liner on) hsajhsajhh

FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to (at the moment)

Run Away - TXT

Work It - Sabrina Carpenter

Euphoria - BTS

Song Cry - Yeonjun

Helpless - Hamilton OBC

Satisfied - Hamilton OBC

Journey to the past - Anastasia OBC

Lost in the Woods - Frozen OST

Perfect Song - Sabrina Carpenter

Friends - BTS

[protectjager]

Doc x (Fem) Reader (Dream Collection Pt.1)

Writers note: I want to make this VERY clear, I will not be doing things like x readers often, I am merely writing this because these are actual dreams I have had about  Gustave Kateb (which is how I will be referring to him through the fic) AND I also want to say for my own personal beef. These are DREAMS that is IT, I personally think Doc as a character is ok, please do not think that I just sit around day dreaming like this I don’t please don’t assume that I do ;-;

PLEASE READ: With this series there will be a lot of loop holes, especially with this one in-particular, considering they are based off dreams I had so there will be a lot of moments that won’t make much sense. I will try and make them a little bit more logical for readers but still try and keep it as close as possible. Some stories will be incredibly short and some will be very long. 

And I will say this is not the only dream like this I have, if this gets popular enough I might, it really depends on how I feel about the series after I’ve finished it. Now enough explaining, lets get started!

Warnings: Gun wounds,blood,swearing, not as angsty as it sounds, fluff and flirting

13+, 2,074 words, 9 minute read

You sat with your back against a wall, legs stretched out in front of you while your eyes focused on the ceiling fan. Attempting to ignore the pain in BOTH of your legs, you were worried that if you looked down your adrenaline would run out and you would finally pass out. In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea to piss off the Brazilian with a very slight anger problem who was specially trained in torture tactics. Given it probably wasn't her full intention to shoot you in both your calves but you were the one who made it personal by mentioning her family, you made a note for yourself later to try and apologize to her. Well, you can’t lie and say you didn’t learn my lesson but if you could have done it without getting shot, just maybe it would feel worth it. 

You heard the sounds of loud footsteps from the hallway leading to the room you sat in so you gently turned your head to the side, focusing on just who was coming your way. Before you had the chance to take your guess, Seamus (Sledge) had poked his head through the doorway and immediately sighed loudly at the sight of you sitting on the floor with your legs bloody.

“Who did you piss off this time?” he said, leaning against the door frame with the bridge of his nose between his two fingers.

You practically lulled your head at him “Cav...”

He pulled his face down with his hand, “Again. Y/N you can’t keep pissing people off like this, especially Cav.” 

“I’m stopping you right there, you sound like my dad and my 6th grade English teacher and it's seriously making me want to punch your teeth in.” You said with a grimace, luckily Sledge and you had become good friends through Rainbow, having the same humor, he knew your jokes sounded more serious than they actually were.

“I’d say ‘I’d like to see you try’ but I feel like I’m already kicking you while you’re down.” He squatted down to your level, attempting to look you in the eye.

“ahhh, hahaha, I get it, cause my legs are shot!” You sarcastically let out a very fake chuckle and hit your thigh gently, “Dude, you should have gone into comedy, you’d be amazing!” 

“Ok, now you’re pissing me off” He stood up and wiped his pant legs, “I’ll get Doc”

“What?! No! Why him? He’s gross and smells like an Axe deodorant factory” You said, it wasn’t that you actually hated him, it was just that your whole relationship with him was built off of giving each other the hardest time you could and you knew he would give you some form of hell for this.

Seamus looked at you with a flat face and in a very monotone voice said “I’m getting Doc” he left your view and you could hear him make his way down the concrete hallway.

Before you could let him get too far away, you knew you had to give him a ‘thank you’, “Dickweed!” you shouted outside the door. 

“Tiny bastard!’ He shouted back. That was how your ‘thank you’s’ and ‘goodbyes’ normally went.

________________________________________________________________

After a few minutes you heard another set of footsteps, but it sounded like more than just 2 people. As soon as you heard the footsteps they were right next to you, all three of them entered the room. Looking up you made contact with a pair of eyes you knew too well.

You let out an exaggerated groan “Why the hell are you here?” You said Masaru (Echo) chuckled evilly over you, plopping next to your left.

“You thought I’d miss out on getting shot?” He pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his elbows on his knees, getting a slight kick out of your situation.

“You’re so lucky I’m so hopped up on adrenaline or I’d have your ass,” You said.

You heard a cough at the door and turned your head enough to see who it was and wouldn’t you know it, Gustave (Doc) was standing right there. He merely stood in the doorway, looking down at you, studying the situation, and why you weren’t even feeling a little pain. Looking him up and down, you saw he didn’t have anything with him. No med kit, no bandages, not even a wheelchair.

“Hey, where's my wheelchair to get out of here? Or do I get the peasant treatment and get a wooden cart?” You said, finding your joke a little humorous.

“You mean what you deserve?” Seamus said with a huff, aggravated you got into this situation in the first place, making you finally realize he was in the room too. 

Gustave directed his attention to you, crouching down to his knees to look at you. “Careful, I’m the one going to be taking care of you anyway. Better be nice to me” He said with a slight smile. He rudely poked at your ankle, and when realizing you didn’t feel any pain at all, poked it again. 

You giggled to yourself and with a sly smile said, “Easy now, I haven’t shaved my legs in a bit. Don’t want to gross you out” Once you saw the blush on his face you couldn’t help but wink and smile wider. 

“Jesus Y/N, TMI much? Doc’s the only one trying to get into your pants here” Masaru said, pretending to gag.

“Speak for yourself” Seamus chimed in, cheek clicking at you. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Seamus to flirt every once in a while. How could you not? Have you seen the man? But it didn’t change the fact it was clear there was no romance between the two of you, and you both made sure the other knew of it.

Looking back at Gustave, you saw the irritation on his face, you knew he wasn’t fond of the idea of work relationships, especially in your line of work. You liked the idea that it was because it was Seamus who could make you blush and not him, but the thought quickly left your head.

‘Don’t get caught up on feelings you can’t have’ You said to yourself.

“Well, from what I can tell you will be totally fine, it hit no major tissue or veins. But I still need to take you to the infirmary to clean you up.” Doc finally said after looking over your legs. “I didn’t bring a chair with me, so I guess I’ll just have to carry you out of the training area” His lips curled into a sly smirk.

You stared at him blankly, but the blank stare quickly turned into a scowl. “You’re fucking kidding me? You planned this?! No! Hell No I’m not letting you carry me down the stairs!”

“Awe comes on Y/N! Give the guy some kind of bone” Masaru bumped your shoulder.

“You know what I think Echo? I think we should go, give these two some time alone” Seamus said with a wild smirk, knowing how pissed you were going to be at him. Echo, loving the idea of putting you through a bit more turmoil, quickly agreed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll bring you some lunch once you get into the infirmary. Be good!” Masaru hopped up from his place on the floor and both him and Seamus waved themselves out, leaving you alone with Doc.

“You’re not carrying me.” You said quickly and coldly, making sure he knew you were serious. He knew, of course. But little did you know, he thought it was adorable how when you tried to come off as threatening you would scowl more, making your nose scrunch up in such a way he couldn’t help but find make you seem cuter than you already were. He shook the idea out of his head, knowing if he didn’t get you moving soon the adrenaline would wear off and you would be in pain. 

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, but I will need some help.” He said, standing up and walking directly in front of you. You tilted your head at him, non-verbally questioning his intentions. It wasn’t until he reached his hands out straight at you, quickly closing and opening his hands at you, you realized what his request was and you felt a blush come to your face.

“I AM NOT DOING GRABBY HANDS FOR YOU” You shouted loudly, not caring but actually hoping someone would hear you and save you. Gustave began to laugh at your reactions “There's no escaping this~” He cooed at you, getting back at your level on the floor. “ I’d rather crawl to the infirmary!” You crossed your arms, turning your body away from him best you could. 

“Come on Y/N, we’re not moving till you do so~” Gustave got a bit closer but not enough to get into your personal space. You both stared each other down, testing to see who would break and give in to the other. You took the time to look at his face, he was handsome of course, but was there much beyond that? What you should have been asking was it worth thinking about it. After what felt like a minute you finally weighed your options. You were stubborn, but it was the fact that if you didn’t get moving things would get worse, so you finally caved. After a sigh, you turned your face to the side, reaching your arms out slowly. 

‘God this is going to be painful to my pride’

As quickly as you could you opened and closed your hands, heat rushing to your face quickly that you just had to grabby hand at your co-worker. You heard Gustave chuckle and shot him a dagger filled glare, which only made him laugh more. “Ok, ok, I wish I could say that was the end of your embarrassment, but...I don’t want to bridal carry you, it might hurt your calves, so I’ll have to carry you piggyback style.” He blushed slightly, scratching the back of his neck

“This day literally can’t any worse can it?” You threw your head back, “Fine, but you so owe me”

“I can deal with that, now come here we need to get you out of here, quickly.” He turned around and you scooted closer. “Here, put your hands on my shoulders.” He patted his left shoulder and you did so. He pulled you by your wrist forward so you could wrap your arms around his neck. “Hold on,” You tighten your arms around his neck enough for stability as he quickly but steadily stands up to catch under your knees to hold you up. After getting stable he started making his way out of the room, down the hallway, and quickly out of the training area.

“Apologize for being rude, but I must say, you’re light,” He said, but winced when you slapped him upside the head. You felt the chuckle he let out vibrate through his back, you couldn’t help but rest your head against his shoulder, it was embarrassing but the adrenaline was starting to leave and dizziness and sleep hit you just before the pain. So as tired as you were, you couldn’t ignore the small amount of warmth that Gustave gave off, feeling comforted by it. He rambled on, but before he even entered the infirmary he realized you had fallen asleep. Knowing how you desperately needed rest, he quieted down, imagining how peaceful you must have looked snuggled against his back. He smiled at the idea of you being so comforted by him you fell asleep but knew that wasn’t the case. 

Setting you down as gently as he could on the hospital bed, he made sure you were comfortable to stay like that for a while. He knew he had to wake you up before doing anything to your person, but he took a few seconds to watch you peacefully breathe, finding your sleeping face quite beautiful. Not that it wasn’t other times, but you would always turn away from him before he could take a good look. You were a very beautiful woman, there was no doubt. He shook his head, knew he was wasting too much time. He moved some hair out of your face before shaking your shoulder and watching your eyes flutter open.

“Good morning darling, sorry to wake you.”

[nomnomsik]

Lesson Plan - (m)

Summary: The ever-growing rapper, Min Yoongi, arrives in LA for his first American interview with Vogue. His English Tutor and lover, Jung Hoseok, supports his endeavors. Wherever the rapper goes, he follows. But what happens with the tutor messes up a translation...on purpose?

Pairing: Rapper!YG x English Tutor! Hoseok

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: Letting out all of the pride power this month. Exude that gay power! June is the month to fully let out all the gay wbk. What better way to do that than SOPE? The sope content we all need. @kimseokmomjins thanks for coming up with the title. Also stayed tuned cause we both going full gay this month. 

Trigger warnings: sexual themes, dom/sub dynamics, sexuality dysphoria, profanity, and unprotected sex. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics. 

IMPORTANT STORY NOTE: Italics = English, normal = Korean 

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Wake up, Yoongi.”

"...”

“Wake upppp!!” The voice whined as their hands ruffled the silk blankets. “I said, wake up now!!!”

Yoongi groaned as the warmth and comfort of his own blankets that he paid for with his hard-earned money for this lavish hotel were stripped off him. He aimlessly waved his hand in the air, desperately looking for those soft cushions blankets to cover him.

“I don’t want to.” Yoongi sighed, turning to the other side of the queen-sized mattress.

“Don’t be a big baby, Mr. Rapper. Now get up, we have an interview with Vogue today.” Hoseok brought both of his hands on each side of his hips, looking in disapproval at the rapper.

“Didn’t Vogue say I could speak in Korean? They’re gonna translate it anyways.” Yoongi muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Hoseok let out a sigh, closing in eyes as he brought a hand up to his face. “You still need to practice your English, mister. You’re in the heart of LA. Now get up, or else.”

“Or else what?” Yoongi countered.

“Or else we’re taking a long English exam tonight. And by we’re, I mean you. I’ll be watching.” Hoseok threatened, turning away and walking into the spacious living room of the hotel suite.

Yoongi stretched his arms out, grunting as his feet hit the soft cushion of the rug floor. With a toothbrush in his mouth, Yoongi walked into the living room, flipping on the TV as he aimlessly brushed his teeth. Hoseok looked over from his bag, meeting the rapper’s eyes.

“Yknow, for someone whose job is to write raps, you really suck at fighting back.”

“Don’t make me write a whole diss track about how much my English tutor sucks,” Yoongi muttered, toothpaste in his mouth.

“You wouldn’t though, because, you, LOVE, ME.”

“You’re lucky I do,” Yoongi muttered before returning back to the bathroom.

“Touche.”

“What?” He called after spitting the paste in the sink. 

“You don’t know touche?”

“I know touche.” He deadpanned, taking a seat in the living room. “I meant what do you mean I’M lucky that YOU love me?” 

“There are so many people that won’t put up with your crap, no matter how big their heart is.” 

“Oh, so you’re a poet now? Great.” 

“I didn’t know poets called their partners ‘crap.’“ Hoseok sighed, shaking his head. “Why are you being so stubborn this morning, mister? Did you sleep on the wrong side of the bed?” 

“Maybe it’s cause you didn’t sleep next to me and I’m angry.” Yoongi folded his arms, turning his head the other way. 

“You’ve got to be kiddin-” He started. 

“No. Don’t talk to me. I’m angry at you.”

“Yoongi are you seriously being a brat right now?” 

Upon no response, Hoseok shook his head. 

“Oh dear...This isn’t going to be good... Would you like an apology-”

“NO! I don’t like you right now.” Yoongi glowered from the opposite side of the living room. 

“Oh boy.”

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“What’s wrong with the two of you?” 

“Yoongi’s silently rebelling against me, sir.” 

“And why...?” The manager scratched the back of his head. 

“He’s angry at me, sir.” 

The three of them sat in the living room of the hotel suite, joined by hair stylists and make-up artists who all worked on the rapper. Yoongi sat annoyingly in the studio chair, busying himself with his phone. Attractive women stood beside him, spraying foam into his hair and make-up artists touching up his look. 

“Did you do something to anger him?” 

“Perhaps...” 

An awkward silence was shared between the two before a lightbulb clicked inside the manager’s head. 

“Oh, I see. Is Yoongi being petty right now?” 

Hoseok stopped for a moment, staring at the older from his seat on the couch. His eyes met Yoongi’s the mirror, Yoongi’s eyes snapping back down to his phone. 

“In a way... I guess you could say yes.” 

“Care to share?” The manager asked, taking a seat beside him. 

“Don’t you dare, Hoseok,” Yoongi warned from his seat. “I swear, I’m going to fire you if you do that.” 

“You cannot fire him, Yoongi. That’s not how that works.” His manager forced a smile before looking back at the younger. “Well?”

Hoseok cleared his throat before continuing. “I taught him an English lesson last night when we arrived. And afterward, I went out for a drink because I don’t get jet lag... and well...” 

“Well?” 

“I crashed on the sofa but he doesn’t believe me.” 

“Of course I don’t! I would’ve heard the door-” Yoongi shouted from his seat, the stylists jumping from their spots. Hoseok sent him a dirty glance from his seat, his nose scrunching up.

“He thinks I’m bi, I swear he makes me go insane.” 

“YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE!” He countered. 

“I DID NOT! YOU JUST TELL YOURSELF THAT WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK!” Hoseok yelled back. 

“Do you even hear yourself? Me? Drunk? You’re the lightweight here. The bottom!” 

Hoseok’s face flushed red as the manager just shook his head. 

“That was a TMI.”

“Take that back!” Hoseok wailed, standing up from his seat. “I-I... This is so embarrassing...!” 

“I still won’t forget what you did last night.” Yoongi glared, folding his arms across his chest. “Let me explain and you’ll see why.” 

“Ugh, not this again...” Hoseok muttered. 

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Okay, today, we’re learning how to say ‘I love you’ in English. Ready?”

Yoongi sighed, laying down on his newly made bed. 

“I just got arrived in LA and the first thing you want me to do is to study? Really?” He complained, throwing his arms in the air to exaggerate. “Besides, why that phrase? When am I going to use it?” 

Hoseok walked out of the bedroom, pulling a chair from the suite kitchen and plopping it down in the room. He waddled over to his backpack, taking out his Ipad before seating himself down. 

“Ready?” He asked, completely ignoring the older’s comments. 

Yoongi groaned. “Fine, fine, fine. I’m ready.”

“Repeat after me. I. Love. You.”

Yoongi paused, sitting up to stare at his tutor. He sighed once again, shaking his head in annoyance. “Like I said before, I already know how to say that.” 

“If you’re that confident then show me. It’s important you say it right to thank all your fans and send your appreciation and love to them.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He spat, before lowering his voice to a whisper. “I love you.”

Hoseok smiled from his seat, the stylus of his tablet clinking against his chin. “Okay! That wasn't too bad. But I think you need to pronounce the o-sound more.”

It was unfortunate for Hoseok that Yoongi had said it perfectly, but couldn’t he be selfish for once? Yoongi was rarely the one to woo someone with words despite the fact that he could spit raps and absolutely drag him through the dirt. But, to hear Yoongi say another form of “I love you” melted his heart and soul.

“I. Love. You.” Yoongi repeated, looking up for approval.

“Again.”

“I. Love you.”

“Just one more!” Hoseok smiled.

“I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his eyes twitching and annoyance growing.

“Yes! That was good!”

Yoongi squinted, his eyes darting around in irritation. “How was that any different from the other times I said it?”

“It wasn’t…Hehe.”

Yoongi flushed a red color as he mumbled something under his breath. His bucket hat covered his face as his fingers played with each other.

“I hate you.” 

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that Min Yoongi.” 

»»————- ♡ ————-««

“Don’t.” 

“I didn’t even open my mouth.” Hoseok countered, taking a seat beside him in Hyundai Palisade. “I can’t believe you’re still mad abo-”

“I said, don’t. Do you not know Korean?” Yoongi hissed, completely dressed for his interview with Vogue. 

“Fine,” Hoseok responded calmly, folding his arms across his legs. He adjusted his frames, pushing them a bit higher on his face as the car drove off. 

“Hello! Welcome! We’re so glad to be here with you today.” The interviewer spoke in the mic, giving a bright smile to the duo. Hoseok sat next to the rapper, a notepad in his hand ready to begin translating. 

Yoongi gave a small nod, unaffected by the numerous cameras that surrounded him. 

“So how has LA been treating you, Suga?”

Hoseok spoke quickly without missing a beat. “He wants to know how it feels to be in LA so far.” 

Yoongi nodded, tilting his head to the side before answering. 

“It’s been alright, I guess. It’s somewhat warm even though it’s supposed to be Fall.” 

Hoseok scribbled his words down, picking up his microphone to translate. “He says that LA is really warm despite the Autumn weather, but he’s enjoying it.” 

The translator smiled before moving onto the next several questions, Hoseok always following without fail. 

“So what message were you trying to spread with your latest album?” 

A smile crept on Hoseok face at an actual good question, hoping for a positive reaction from his partner. 

“What was your goal for this album in terms of the message for your audience?” 

Yoongi smiled, his eyes scrunching as he held the mic close to his mouth. 

“I wanted to write about the problems I had to persevere through and encourage to whoever listened that they can do the same. As for my raps... it was more of outbursts of emotions that I needed to let out. It was therapeutic.” 

It took Hoseok a few seconds longer as he frantically tried to follow up, jointing down important words as he carried the mic to his lips. 

“Ah, sorry about that.” Yoongi giggled, to which the interviewer joined along. 

“So, Suga said that he wanted to be more transparent with his audience, regardless if they were fans or not. It was about his personal stories to help bring up anyone who was going through similar issues. For his raping tracks, he created them to release emotions he built up over time which was remedial to him.” 

“I see, that’s great you’re spreading a positive message.” The interviewer replied back, looking at the remaining questions in his notebook. 

Yoongi let out a small “thank you”, before shyly squirming in his seat. Hoseok gave him a smile and a thumbs-up. 

“For our next question, do you have a girlfriend? Are you planning to get one soon?” 

Hoseok’s translation faltered a second later to which Yoongi immediately noticed, not that he didn’t understand the question. The word ‘girlfriend’ was in everyone’s vocabulary. Hoseok picked up the mic, trying to hide the sadness in his face as he translated it. 

“They want to know whether you plan on g-getting a girlfriend or n-not sometime… soon.”

Yoongi sighed internally, knowing the tape was recording his every reaction. He tightly gripped the mic, looking to the side before replying back to Hoseok. 

“Tell them I’m not planning on getting a girlfriend because I have a wonderful boyfriend, right, here.”

Hoseok’s cheeks reddened as he refused to meet the older’s eyes. He spoke quickly, hoping to mask the embarrassment building up in his face. 

“He said not anytime soon because he wants to focus on his career.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as he shook his head frantically. He pointed to Hoseok, almost suffocating him as he scooched closer to his partner. 

“No…!” Yoongi continued to point. ”Boyfriend. Here. He is… him. Him, him, him!”

»»————- ♡ ————-««

Yoongi slid in his hotel card in, listening to the bright electronic sound of the door and the illumination of green light of the lock. He kicked the door open, pulling in Hoseok, his hands bundled in his clothing.

“I’m disappointed.” 

“...” 

“Do you want to know why I’m disappointed, Hoseokie?” 

“No...” He murmured. 

“Well too bad. I’m disappointed you didn’t do your job properly as my translator.” He carried the younger through the door, walking slowly in the spacious living room. 

“Isn’t it your job to properly translate what I say?”  

“Yes, it is.” 

“And what did you do?” 

“I didn’t translate it properly... but that’s because-!”

“No.” Yoongi cut in, throwing up the bedroom door. “Why’d you change my answer? Was it to save my career? Was it to not lose fans? Or was it because you were ashamed?” 

“What- I just didn’t want you to get negative publicit-” Hoseok frantically replied. 

“And you thought you knew what’s best for me? Who told you to make a decision for me? Am I not older than you?” 

Hoseok remained quiet before Yoongi stopped in the master suite of their room.

“Look at you.” Yoongi grit, tossing him onto the bed as Hoseok’s body bounced before he laid flat. Yoongi climbed on the sheets, locking eyes with Hoseok. “What do I have to do to make you understand that I’m yours? Are you embarrassed by me? Are you so embarrassed that you’d rather lie just to avoid some judgemental eyes from people you don’t even know?”

“N-no… Of course, n-not. I just-” Hoseok whispered, his body feeling weak. The pair collided foreheads as Yoongi ran his tongue over his own lips.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Hoseok stood motionless, just staring up at his partner with his mouth slightly agape. “Don’t you like this?” Yoongi snickered.

Yoongi slowly pushed his knee into Hoseok’s crotch as he let out a grunt. “I thought you liked it when I ordered you around.” He muttered.

“A-ah…” Hoseok panted, his face flushed as he shuffled around nervously.

“Is this okay?” Yoongi whispered near his ear, his hand coming up to his partner’s belt. Hoseok nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘yes’.

“Do you know how long we’ve been together?” Yoongi whispered, throwing the belt onto the floor. 

“U-um, t-two years?” Hoseok whimpered as he felt his pants slide down his legs. 

“Is that a question?” Yoongi teased before crushing his lips on Hoseok. 

“Mmpf.” Hoseok moaned before dragging the older down with him. With a pop, their lips separated. “Maybe two and a half...” 

“Yeah, two and a half.” Yoongi cooed, brushing red strands of hair off to the side. 

“AH!” Hoseok yelped before he was suddenly flipped on his stomach, his knees propped up to support him up. 

“Open the cabinet and pass me the bottle of lube,” Yoongi instructed. Hoseok stretched his arm to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open as Yoongi stared at his back. His muscles stretched and his back curved, revealing an erotic sight. 

“Here...” Hoseok muttered to which Yoongi squeezed a generous amount on his hand. 

“It’s gonna hurt. You do know that right?” 

Hoseok nodded, jutting his ass up in the air. Yoongi took hold on his hips, taking several minutes before he fully submerged himself inside his lover. 

“You okay?” 

Hoseok nodded again, biting his lip to suppress the pain. Hoseok brought both hands to his mouth when Yoongi began to move, muffling his cries. As Yoongi increased his pace, Hoseok got louder and louder.

“So I wasn’t wrong when I said you’re a bottom,” Yoongi smirked, grabbing hold of Hoseok’s hair.

“N-no, I’m n-not…” Hoseok whined, panting and his entire body shuttering from the pleasure. Yoongi let go of him, Hoseok’s head falling back down.

“You’re not?” Yoongi asked amusingly. “Cause it sure looks like you are right now.” His hips snapped harshly as Hoseok’s body shuttered again, clutching onto the pillow tighter.

“Nnn…No… I’m n-not…” Hoseok moaned, burying his head into the soft cushions. “Ahh… Wait a bit-” Hoseok reached his arm behind, pushing Yoongi’s chest a bit away from him. Yoongi looked at him with delight before grabbing Hoseok’s arms and pulling him onto him even more.

“AHH!” Hoseok cried out, biting his lip as his right hand tightly bundled the sheets underneath him. “Y-yoongi..!” Hoseok shouted, his body meeting his partner’s thrusts. “I can’t… No more. I can’t-”

“No more?” Yoongi grunted, releasing his hold on Hoseok’s arm and placing both hands on his hips. When Hoseok nodded, Yoongi slipped out, breathing hard. “Shit...Hah…” He brushed back strands of his white hair before staring down at Hoseok’s fucked state.

“You... you actually stopped?” Hoseok questioned, slowly breaking out of his daze. 

“Of course.” He responded nonchalantly. “You weren’t used to it.” 

“Because I’m not a bottom...” Hoseok whined, grabbing at the blankets to cover up his bare body. “Ahh, this is embarrassing...” 

“Why?” Yoongi asked, throwing the clothes off the ground and onto his dresser. He pulled a shirt over his head as Hoseok stared at his back. 

“I guess I’m still not used to this... Dating a celebrity and all that. I can’t help but feel... small.” Hoseok explained, laying down on the soft pillow. 

“I guess... I’m still a person though.” Before Hoseok could reply back, Yoongi stormed into the bathroom. 

“Don’t bother me. I still have a problem to fix.” 

“Ah... right...” 

Before the door shut close, Hoseok ran over, bursting it open. 

“Wait! I can actually help with that.”

[kyosohmastan]

I’m bored out of my mind cuz of mandatory isolation so here’s a tag that no one asked for. 😂 A nice way to get to know me I guess!

1. What’s your favorite candle scent?

I like almost all scents. My favorite to narrow it down are cinnamon and clean sheets.

2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister?

Taylor Swift, obviously, if you know me ya know lol

3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother?

Idk, Channing Tatum? Hahahah

4. How old do you think you’ll be when you get married?

That’s something I can’t predict. Hopefully before I’m 40 so I got a little under 20 years 🤷‍♀️

5. Do you know a hoarder?

Yes

6. Can you do a split?

No

7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?

About 3

8. How many oceans have you swam in?

At least 2

9. How many countries have you been to?

7

10. Is anyone in your family in the army?

No

11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?

Avril. Because Avril Lavigne and I love her 🎵

12. What would you name your son if you had one?

Y’all are gonna think I’m real obsessed due to this answer but Kyo 😂

13. What’s the worst grade you got on a test?

Probably an F ngl

14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?

Spongebob or The Simpsons

15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight?

I’ve never celebrated Halloween

16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series?

I’ve read The Hunger Games and Twilight

17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent?

Who wouldn’t want a British accent?

18. Did your mother go to college?

She went to medical school. Isn’t in the medical field now tho.

19. Are your grandparents still married?

Both sets are/were divorced

20. Have you ever taken karate lessons?

No

21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is?

Yes 🐸

22. What’s the first amusement park you’ve been to?

I think Disneyland

23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in?

ASL (Used to be fluent but I forgot most of it), Spanish because it’d be useful, and Japanese ofc.

24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray?

Grey

25. Is your father bald?

Yes lol. He had hair when I was a baby.

26. Do you know triplets?

No

27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

I’ve only seen Titanic

28. Have you ever had Indian food?

Yes

29. What’s the name of your favorite restaurant?

Olive Garden 🥖

30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden?

Lmao I just indirectly answered that

31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ’s, etc.)?

No

32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

I can’t remember if my parents ever told me what they would’ve named me if I’d been a boy but (and TMI) they almost named me Cozumel because I was conceived on the beach on that island and I was like THANK GOD YOU DIDNT omg.

33. If you have a nickname, what is it?

Mady. My mom calls me Mads.

34. Who’s your favorite person in the world?

Kyo Sohma. Jk lmao. My parents tbh.

35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?

Suburbs. I don’t like being far away from town.

36. Can you whistle?

Nope

37. Do you sleep with a nightlight?

Not since I was little

38. Do you eat breakfast every morning?

Not every morning. Eating early makes me queasy.

39. Do you take any pills or medication daily?

Yes

40. What medical conditions do you have?

No physical conditions. I have depression, social anxiety, and basically generalized anxiety.

41. How many times have you been to the hospital?

Twice

42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?

Random but yes

43. Where do you buy your jeans?

I rarely wear jeans. If I do I get them cheap like at Target.

44. What’s the last compliment you got?

“You look nice” via my mother lol.

45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?

For like five minutes then my brain will be like “what dream?”

46. What flavor tea do you enjoy?

Cinnamon

47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own?

About five. But I have more in storage.

48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?

I was raised as a Jehovah’s Witness so I’ll most likely raise my kids the same way if I have any.

49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?

I’ve always known he was fake.

50. Why do you have a youtube?

I didn’t realize this was a YouTube tag until now but I do YouTube so it works haha. I do it because I love making and editing videos and I love talking to ppl about the topics I’m passionate about like anime and Fruits Basket!