#that doesn't discount my love for other genres too

[cripplemagics]

hi. (say it back.)

whatcha up to today? I'm working on the internalized shame and internalizede transphobia of not liking that i like 'stereotypical transmasc' music that wack people online like to rag on.

(sorry for the rant in the tags lol)

[notsoverymerry]

Boyfriend (j.yh x reader)

<jeong yunho x fem!reader>

summary: You can't believe you're dating Yunho. Others can't either.

genre/warnings: smut, unprotected sex (please use protection!), fluff, use of pet-names a/n: let me know literally anything about this :) word count ~3.6k

You were dating Jeong Yunho; you really were. 

You went on dates, held hands, kissed, and said the cheesiest, most sweetest, tooth-rotting things to each other. All the time. And yet, none of the boys had caught up. By some mysterious miracle or rather an ominous curse, guys and the staff have considered you two to be just really good friends. You could've screamed love proclamations at each other from mountaintops, and nobody would take that seriously. His habit of calling you his little bro, or some variation of that, as a pet name did not help in the slightest.

At first, it was funny. Just at the beginning of your relationship, when you intended to keep your fondness away from prying eyes and wanted to enjoy exploring each other in this new, intimate side of things, having people consider you pals was great. You can recall Seonghwa making a few remarks about how cute you would look together, but it was dismissed rather quickly. The first time it happened, you totally saw Yunho's ears go red, him stammering out something about friendships and trust and members making you uncomfortable. 

At the end of your third date, you were sure you wanted this man next to you for life. He took you to the aquarium. It was a cliché, but it's something you have always dreamed of. You love animals, love to learn new things, and you think you love Jeong Yunho. He looked dashing in just a pair of blue jeans and a white sweater; your heart definitely skipped a beat when he smiled, hands reaching to greet you in a short embrace. It skipped a beat again when you heard him laugh lightly at some joke you made. And again, when his hand brushed against yours as you walked to your destination. Stepping into a room with tiny fish specimens showcased in various tanks, blue lights now illuminated his frame and those round sparkling eyes. Your heart doesn't seem to work correctly. 

Few hours went flying. You took pictures. Half of them when he wasn't paying attention. You told him he looks like the prettiest starfish they have and didn't miss his cheeks darkening with blush even in the dim lights. Not too long had passed before you started to point out funky ones to each other, exclaiming, 'You!' and laughing. After a particularly accurate comparison of you to a dwarf puffer ('Dwarf puffers are aggressive, sensitive, and active' the sign read), he reached and intertwined your fingers, not a single hint of trying to hurt you with that juxtaposition, his eyes full of adoration, a huge smile on his face. You could have just kissed him.

He insisted on ice cream later in the evening. You were just heading out the shop when you bumped into Mingi. Faces red but happy, Yunho's arm hugging you to his side, a small bag of sweet treats in his hand. It took a second for Song Mingi to take the sight in. And another second for him to smile and greet you, to ask how's it going and where you're going to go.

''Oh, my girlfriend and I are just going to relax somewhere in the park nearby.''

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Girlfriend. You can definitely get used to being called his girlfriend. And then it happened. Cue Mingi's cluelessness, or the fact that he's just tired from their hectic schedules. 

''Man, it's great that you can be so close with each other and aren't afraid someone will mistake you for a couple. If you could act a bit better, maybe you'd even get a discount sometime!'' With that, he was gone. 

There was a little tradition your small company liked to keep. Board games. 

Every once in a while, when everyone wasn't busy, you'd spend an evening playing, talking, lightly drinking, and overall just relaxing. Adult life could take a really boring turn, the one that only had 'road work ahead, and so should you' sign. Bills, taxes, colleagues being stressed and mean, and yada-yada. Idol life was probably even worse. 

There was some catching up due, and this Saturday night seemed just the perfect opportunity. The lot of you chose a game, lo-fi music was put on for background, and the living room area was cleaned so up to ten people could comfortably sit in a circle. Drinks were cold and ready to be handed out. 

You took a seat in between your beloved Yuyu and Yeosang, a dear friend of yours who got you in the group. You'd expect him to know your heart of all people. Although when you told him about your new boyfriend, all he did was laugh and say that was a good one. 

Bewilderment washed over you in a tidal wave. It showed up on your face, swimming behind your eyes and overflowing in a strangled sound from your lips. And you, Yeosang? With your confused and hurt whimper, the topic was brought to everyone's attention. 

''Did you guys know y/n likes Yunho?'' Maybe it was the alcohol, but you heard more laughter. 

''Oh? But y/n likes all of us, don't you?''

''Well, yes, but—'' you were not going to finish that sentence. He heard what he wanted.

''See?'' Wooyoung looked so smug; if your brain wasn't so busy being confused, you'd be infuriated. Right now you looked like there was a loading circle turning in your head. Hopefully you won't bluescreen. 

''Are you guys pulling my leg?''

''Are you? Seriously, you and Yunho.'' There came a playful nudge to your side. 

You wanted to protest, to ask your boyfriend to back you up, but turning to him, you saw his eyes creased by a smile. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to say that it's fine and they will catch up to it eventually. He knew it was going to take them a while. And with his hand lightly caressing your back, your anger dissipated, replaced by a warm feeling inside your chest. Was it always so hot in here?

''Just relax, little pal. I got you.''

A while has passed before you decided to be openly affectionate, at least around those closest to you. 

It was a day off for the both of you. You planned on going out, but upon seeing your boyfriend's tired eyes, you opted to offer a quiet night in. Weather seemed to agree with that, given that it started raining against the broadcast's best predictions. 

You were met with Hongjoong, who opened the door and let you in. When you entered their living room, you saw Yunho, still in sweatpants and a big shirt, holding a steaming mug. 

''Hey.'' He said, ''Isn't it my favorite little dude!''

''Hello, honey.''

The warmth in your voices could melt the arctic icebergs. You took a few moments just to look at each other, gentle smiles tugging at the corners of your mouths. 

''Oh, hey, bro! I'm also in the room, where's my sweet greeting?''

It was San, a pout already present on his sleepy face. 

''You'd get it when you have a girlfriend.''

The day was spent in the comfort of their couch, with soft cushions and comforters draped around. None of you cared for the cancelled plans, not really, when all you ever wanted was to be in each other's presence. That was enough. Several movies were watched, hot tea keeping the cozy atmosphere company. You were cuddled with Yunho, feeling warm and giddy. That's when Seonghwa made another comment about how cute the two of you were. 

''But I don't want to make you uncomfortable, y/n. Don't take this close to heart. We know there's nothing romantic going on.''

It was as though they were doing it on purpose.

''It's okay, Seonghwa; we are together. Like, I love him and all that.''

Your voice was steady, your face was serious, and yet…

''Of course you are,'' San almost scoffed. ''But that behavior is exactly why you can't get a date these days. People see Yunho and don't dare approach you.''

A light chuckle could be heard from the room; Yunho also couldn't contain his. The more blunt you were at stating your relationship status, the more oblivious band members became. 

''Little broski is saying she doesn't need a date. She has me. Right, darling?''

Yunho was being honest. You nod at him, darting your eyes back at your friends in hopes of seeing the realization there. Yet, his playful tone and charming smile did nothing to convince the others. It's not like you've been actively trying to make them believe you were an item. Though now it seemed to irritate you a bit. Was it really that hard to imagine you and Jeong Yunho together? Were you not good enough in their eyes? Or was it his habit of calling you bro? You never knew. 

''Why is it so hard for you to believe we're dating, though?''

You voiced your thoughts, needing to know the answer now.

''Y/n, love… You'd date a reputable scam artist before Yunho; we know that much. You'd probably even date Hongjoong first if-''

''I can hear that!''

That was the captain's answer from the kitchen.

''A reputable scam artist?''

That was your confused reply. What does that even mean?

''And what is so wrong with dating me? I'm handsome, I'm charming, and so, so funny! A real treat. I could also be a scam artist if I really wanted to.''

A strangled sound tore from your chest.

''See? That's a laugh.''

There was another. He was not at all interested in proving them wrong.

You couldn't believe your luck when you showed up at the dorms a week later and no one was there. 

Yunho had called you, asking you to come in, some mischevous spark laced in his tone. It turns out, the boys had work, and those who didn't decided on spending the day outside. There was undoubtedly a need for shopping for essential items, as well as just a bit of fresh air and relaxation for those workaholics. Well deserved. Yunho needed it too. So when he asked if you could just cuddle him a bit and maybe cook something easy later, you couldn't find it in yourself to deny this request.

His bed? Soft. His body? Warm. Hands? Big and strong and held you against him perfectly. You were happy. You basked in the feeling of his chest pressed against your back, like puzzle pieces, you thought. You traced the veins on his arms, switching to play with his fingers from time to time. This feels nice. This feels so right. How could his members not see this? You were practically made for each other. You decided to bring it up.

''Why do you think our friends don't take us seriously?''

He let out an amused hum, his breath fanning over your neck. 

''I dunno. Maybe they all want you, just can't take the fact I already hogged you for myself.''

He hugged you tighter. In all honesty, that was distracting. How could you think about other guys, about anything else, really, when your big and strong boyfriend held you so tenderly against himself? The thought of him wanting you and caring for you as much as you did for him should melt your heart. Instead, with the way his fingers played with your shirt, caressing your skin where it had rode up, it sent hot waves someplace else. Were you cruel enough to ruin this perfect cuddle session with your dirty thoughts? 

''You're here, love?'' His hand went up to cradle your face. 

Turning to him, you couldn't avoid looking at his lips. So pink and soft. You know just how nice they feel against yours. Your eyes had darkened already, the feelings you had for this man had your head all dizzy. Without much thinking, you moved forward, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. You felt his breath hitch. A tiny sound tried to escape his throat, but your mouth didn't let it. His hands moved to your waist again, holding you even closer.

You put your hands in his hair. You just couldn't resist massaging his scalp and tugging gently, soft locks slipping through your fingers. And god were you rewarded with another sound from him, right into your lips, chest reverberating against yours. He stopped kissing you; for a moment he just needed to look at your face. Rose hue on your cheeks and blown eyes — no doubt he looked the same. 

''I see,'' he chucled. Hands roaming your body, skimming your sides. ''You're so amazing. I can't get enough of you, my little bro.''

There it was again. The way he said it was ethereal. His voice so soft and perfectly low, his eyes dark and full of adoration. But it was the bro part that got your mind out of the gutter. Only for a moment, though.

''I want to make love to you so badly,'' you started. He sucked in a breath. His eyes fixated on your face, jumping over to your lips for a second. ''But please, stop with the bro thing. You can put that mouth to better use.''

''I'll be good,'' is his promise. 

With that, he leaned in to kiss you again. This time pressing into you harder, needier. You couldn't control yourself any longer, too. With a soft moan, he moved even closer, almost getting on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. And it feels, oh, so good. You bite on his lower lip carefully, anything to hear his beautiful sounds again. You let him take the lead, tongue gliding over yours. He moans at the taste. 

Tongue keeps rooling over yours; he lets his hands slide under your shirt. He kneads your breasts, then moves his hands over to grab at your hips and thighs, and back under your shirt again. You feel on fire. You want him to touch you everywhere at once; you want to touch him even more. You're the first to give in, reaching to help him take his t-shirt off. 

He's gorgeous. Hair a bit messy, lips glossy and red from the kiss. He pants a little, and you reach to glide your hand over his abs and chest, circling over his nipple. You can hear a tiny pleased sound leaving him, but it's not enough. He reattaches himself to you right away, mouth finding your neck. He kisses, bites, and licks at your most sensitive spots. You take him back gladly, hugging him close and moving your hips to meet his. He seems eager to do the same, another perfect sound leaves his lips. It's a groan, and it's right into your ear, and it makes your head spin. 

''God, you feel amazing.'' He breathes out, and you can't take it anymore. You want him, you need him with you, on you, in you. Your clothes get swiftly discarded, that eagerness earning you a quiet snicker. You don't care; your brain is in a fog, Yunho is the only thing on your mind.

''Please, touch me.'' you ask, settled in his sheets and looking up in his eyes, dark pools filled with lust to the brim. 

He obliges, positioning himself at your side. ''How do you want it, baby?'' He asks, but his hands are already on you. He groups your breasts once more, bringing his mouth to suck at your neck, moving down until he can lick your nipple. He plays with you as he pleases, kneading your skin and ghosting over the area where you want him the most. ''Please,'' you whine. 

''What? Isn't it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?''

He moves his hand to massage your thighs so close to your hot core, playing with your inner thighs, pinching slightly. You start to buck your hips involuntarily. Oh, but then he moves it over your belly to your nipples again. You tug at his hands and whine again. With more and more whimpering coming from you, he surrenders. 

Long fingers find your sticky folds to roll through them. The sound you let out makes his dick twitch in his underwear. When he finally pays attention to your clit, you feel exstatic. You look at him, at his concentrated face as he plays with you. You're lost in this feeling, lost in him. His fingers enter you suddenly, and you try to say something, but no real words come out. All you can think of is how good he feels inside of you. Your fingers can never do what his long ones can. They strech you a bit, just enough to feel this sweet pressure and leave you wanting more. Just enough to reach that gummy spot there that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. 

''You look so good like this, fuck.'' He praises. His voice brings you back to reality. ''So fucked out already, and I barely even done anything.'' 

You want to protest, to say that you are not fucked out yet, but the way your walls clench around his fingers is a dead giveaway. You are losing your mind a little. Can he really blame you, though, when he's the one pressing on that spot inside of you, so, so well. You can't really say anything, the only sounds escaping are your moans. Yunho thinks your voice sounds like honey, so sweet and thick with arousal. He bucks his hips against you, breathing deeply.

You reach for his cock, still trapped in his sweats and boxers. Suddenly, the fabric is just so frustrating. He lets out an airy laugh at your feeble attempt at touching him, taking his fingers out. You mewl at sudden loss pathetically. 

''What's wrong, love? Do you miss me already?''

He leaves your side not even for a minute, but it feels like forever. With a teasing grin, he discards the rest of his clothing and finally climbs back to bed, now on top of you. It's great. He's big and pinning you down and pressing to you just right. 

You want him inside, so you try to shift a little, make it more comfortable for him to finally fuck you, but he doesn't budge. The look you're giving his way is comical. You're flushed and needy, and there's that throbber almost visible on your forehead again. Your boyfriend doesn't give you time to ask, diving into another heated kiss with you. Your moan is bordering on a sob when he opts to fuck your mouth with his tongue instead of fucking you like you desperately need him to. 

When at last he's lining his cock up with your slit, you think you're actually going to cry. He's so hard and so big, the stretch feels euphoric. Pleasure overtakes and your eyes flutter shut as he slowly bottoms out. 

''Keep your eyes open. Look at me, baby.'' 

His words come out in a mix of a moan and a growl. You swear you could come just listening to him, hand-free and all that. You open your eyes, and the sight is breathtaking. He moves inside of you, your walls feel hot and tight and like the most expensive velvet. You can see all of that in his eyes. He feels so good, and you're the one making him hiss and groan in pleasure, his mouth forming the perfect O's and stuttering muddled praises. God, you love him.

You can't keep thinking about it for much longer. The pace he's set becomes a bit faster and sloppier, and he reaches his hand in between your bodies to put pressure on your clit. With it comes his strangled warning, '' 'm close, honey.'' And you can feel it, too. His dick hits that spot in you just right, and with your clit stimulated, the familiar feeling is building in your stomach faster and faster. ''Me too,'' your eyes close without you realizing it, and with a cry of his name, you come all over his cock. A string of curses follows, and you feel him twitch, hips stilling, and warm liquid fills you up. 

You take a minute to come down to earth again, and so does he. Leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek, he rolls over beside you, still panting a little. 

''Fuck. My baby, you did so well.'' 

You're not sure how it is possible to feel so giddy and syrupy after being so unbelievably horny just a second ago. Guess he has that effect on you.

''It was amazing, Yuyu. I love you, so much.''

''I love you too.''

He drapes his blanket over the both of you, snuggling closer, stroking your hair with your head on his chest. You want to say more cheesy things to him. Just as you open your mouth, though, there's a knock on the door, and Mingi's figure pops in, hand covering his eyes.

''Are you guys done? Please tell me you're decent; I do not want to see y/n's boobs or worse!'' 

You yelp, tugging the covers to your chin. Both Yunho and you decide to speak.

''We're decent.'' 

''When did you come back?!''

''Just in time to hear the closing credits.''

Mingi is now taking in the scene. Clothes scattered on the floor, Yunho's disheveled look, you trying to hide in the blanket. Lovely.

''I am traumatized, by the way.''

''What's that supposed to mean?''

''We brought beef, by the way. Wanna join us in the kitchen?''

You're lost. You don't know if you should feel embarrassed or offended. Mingi doesn't bat an eye at your barely covered form. At least that's what it feels like.

''Let us maybe get dressed first?'' Yunho chimes in, hugging you to him to try and cover himself a bit too. 

Mingi leaves, and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You start to shift a bit when the door gets burst open once again, followed by, ''Wait, so you are actually dating?!''

[impactedfates]

Love In Different Shapes - Various HSR Girls x GN! Reader

★ Summary: Your lover loves to show that they love you, however some of their methods to do so, aren't something you'd expect - i.e HSR Girls and their love languages (but it's not your typical love language)

☆ Characters Included (Separate): Jingliu, Topaz, Serval, Qingque, Asta, Tingyun, Kafka

★ Genre/Trope: Romantic + Crack (?)

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Just had random thoughts about HSR characters love language and decided to write about what theirs is in my opinion - just not your typical ones. // Not proof read - we die like Himeko // There's a HSR Boy version as well! Right here.

Y'know those cats who come to your doorstep and drop a dead bird in front of your door? That's her...but it's an actual person.

As Jingliu is well...dead herself (I think) and I believe currently in the Shackling Prison which probably means very small times where she can see you if she can convince Jing Yuan, the fastest gift she can give you...is well...y e a h.

If you do ask her to stop, she will...not getting rid of people, just bringing you the bleeding results. She'd probably steal something from them as I doubt many people would want business from a criminal/dead person.

She writes notes and gives you gifts...but she gets Numby to send them to you.

It's not that Topaz is shy about giving you gifts, she's more then happy to give you a kiss on the lips if she wants too, but for some reason. To her, if Numby is the one giving the gifts and letters from her to you. She thinks it's more affectionate.

You don't know why, neither does Numby. But you both find it cute, even so. Getting the little daily visits from number with a letter in it's mouth and the page having a small bite mark from where Numby was nomming on, it's sweet of her. As much as this was of showing affection is strange to you.

Serval.

WARNING, DO NOT DATE SERVAL IF YOU RATHER BE UNKNOWN/j

But honestly. Serval gives the vibe to call you up on stage during one of her songs, you have an automatic V.I.P ticket and there's a seat/area dedicated to you, that you are the only one allowed in.

She writes love songs with you in it as well and will announce it during her concerts.

Serval: "THIS ONE GOES TO MY PERFECT, AMAZING AND CARING PARTNER. MY WORLD, MY LIGHT, MY EVERYTHING NI-"

Someone in the crowd: "GET ON WITH IT"

(Dw, she won't do this if you're uncomfortable...she'll still write songs about you though)

Lazing with you. Qingque shows her love by being lazy around you. Y'know how some animals show that they trust you be like being more near you? (Or something like that)

That's her, having a boss(?) like Fu Xuan who scolds her for slacking and others also doing the some. Her lazing around you is her way of showing she trusts you. It doesn't even matter if you'll tattle. She will laze around you or even WITH you.

Asta loves giving you gifts!...Like an entire planet-

Her love language is gift giving, but none of her gifts are small. There big in terms of how much it costs her, but it probably won't even make a DENT in her income. Avoid saying what you want, because she will buy it for you, even if it means buying thousands upon thousands.

You may need a special room to put all the gifts she buys you...which she also bought...

Point is, her love language is gift giving...extreme version.

Ever sob when you find out you don't have enough money for something? Tingyuns got you covered! Every single thing that you need shall be handed to you on a silver platter...in terms of coupons and discounts-

She probably has thousands of coupons saved up that she'll give you, and you always get discounts from her store for just being her lover. Every anniversary she gets you a gift you really want, she's sweet like that...but expect a book full of coupons from shops you frequent.

Coat.

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.

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Anyways, Kafka loves buying and getting coats as we know. And we also know she buys you a bunch of coats and styles you in all of them. (Separately, don't worry)

She can come home from a mission and have 3 bags full of coats for you to try on.

YOU can come back from a mission and she'll still have bags full of coats.

Your closet is so full of the article of clothing she oh so loves to buy all because she thinks it'll look cute on you...she probably lets you wear some of hers as well if you get far enough in the relationship.

Hehehe. I spent a good bit rambling with my friend about certain HSR characters "unusual" love language and decided to write one! It's not proof read as most of the time, my rambles aren't proof read. But as always, if I messed some spelling or grammar up. Inform me and I'll fix it :D

[draconscious]

RP GET TO KNOW YOU QUESTIONNAIRE.

NAME?: Dan!

PRONOUNS?: he/him

MOST ACTIVE MUSES?: Right now, Pike Queen Lucy over at @coiledqueen has the braincell (for the record, I blame @noitxll 😏)

RPG CLASS I'D BE: Bard or fighter! Or the frog from Chrono Trigger. Frog freakin' rules.

FAVORITE COLOR: Orange!

FAVORITE TYPE OF THREAD: I love love love experimenting and trying out all different types of threads, shifting between muse and genre. Over time, I think I've most come to enjoy writing intensity...in fighting, in tension, or in love. Action will always be a winner in my book, but I also really like writing that drills down into the details...simple conversations or interactions that allow me to explore more of the characters and the world(s) that they live in. (Yes, this is why I typically write so much LMAO)

FAVORITE THING ABOUT MY MUSE: My Clair is so much more than the angry badge-refuser who you first see in-game, and that's solely because of all the conversations, threads, and brainstorming that has happened with others since I first picked her up more than seven years ago now...she's evolved so much, and if you're reading this, THANK YOU. This community has really inspired and informed her growth over time. (I will always love building minor characters up into their own full-fledged selves, and I'm grateful that I have a supportive space to do just that. 😊)

HOW YOU LIKE TO RP: honestly? I like to establish a scene or loose plot and go from there. if things get intense, I'll make it a point to check in with my writing partner more frequently--but I love quickly landing on a dynamic and setting, and then seeing how the interaction crescendos over time! I love a quick-hitting interaction as much as I love a slow buildup, with many narrative twists and turns. I'm adaptable. 😉

(I do tend to write a lot, but that's only because I'm big on leaving my writing partners multiple threads to pull on in their own replies. I always want to leave you with enough to work with, while also letting you steer the story in your own way...that open-endedness is super important to me!)

FAVORITE PLOTS:

conflict (fighting, tense/intense situations, team-ups in the face of danger...give 'em all to me!)

sprawling adventures, even if I only have the bandwidth for a few at a time OTL

small, casual conversations about deep stuff. I am always game for some character exploration.

Moments that lead to becoming friends, or closer friends! (A little romance every now and then doesn't hurt either. 💖)

as I said above, I'm always looking to push myself writing-wise--if you have an idea that you want to try, just ask!! (I promise to do the same.)

WHERE YOU GET YOUR INSPIRATION FROM: honestly? above everything, sports. I love sports. I love competition, and watching the very best clash against each other--there's no rawer tension or emotion--and the storylines it produces are unmatched. all of my muses, to some extent, are chasing after something with all their hearts, or maintaining excellence at the top of their games...they love competing, taking everything that life gives them. they have lost before, but they always get back up because they love to win.

A good book or show can also really influence me, too! I'm currently working my way through some Dimension 20 DND campaigns. (Tabletop has been a major boon to the creative me in 2024.)

FACT ABOUT YOU: I love card games (MTG, Pokemon, Yugioh) and was my local game store's 'in-store champion' in MTG for a few years. (The title didn't really mean anything but I got some pretty dope playmats and discounted product out of it, which is a win in my book!)

I also love hiking. Frolicking, some might say. It's good.

tagging: YOU stolen from: literally everyone LMAO [HEIST COMPLETE]

[harrowscore]

Ship game you said? Eh eh. Let's go: ere//mika (or the ultimate meta on way you have so many problem with the pairing) and,to compensate the bitter with the sweeter:riva/mika. I'm particularly curious about this one because since there was the "levi ackermann" reveal almost nobody talk about their dynamic because "yikes,they could be cousin!11!1"

OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY i left this ask to rot in my box and then forgot all about it I'M SO SORRY fellow salernitana i hope you can forgive me 😭😭😭😭😭

so... starting with why i don't ship e.remika (a serious understatement): it's a horrid potpourri of the tropes i most loathe in the world and that unfortunately seem prevalent in the shonen genre for. some reason i guess. my dislike of ~Girl Obsesses Over Boy (who doesn't care and/or seem to notice her feelings i may add) Until Boy *gasps* Loves Her Back (with no build-up whatsoever. it's all telling and not showing)~ knows no bound. (see also i.chihime from bleach) it's especially annoying to me if the girl has. no fucking goals or aspirations (and sometimes even IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS) that don't revolve around the boy, which is mikasa's case. to sum it all up... this dependency is okay (in fiction, i mean!) only if it comes from both sides. think of cathy & heathcliff (e.remika is like. the fucking discount badly written version of WH): both can't function without the other in an exquisitely destructive portrayal of obsession and codependency that borders on narcissism. so that's not healthy at all, like mikasa's love for eren, which is something that i'm not saying as a hater but that gets explicitly acknowledged in-universe with the intentional parallels with ymir the progenitor's '''love''' for king fritz (tho they make a pairing like, idk, joker/harley look like cutesy vanilla relationship goals, and em as straight up austenian romance lmao).

but, back to WH... it's SO well-written. mikasa instead is sadly dependent on eren to the point her entire character arc is about getting over him and moving on with her grief. that's insane, considering he - as the (male!) protagonist - obviously loves her, but he's got so much else to do, has actual goals which are the basis for the whole plot, and interesting, complex relationships with so many other characters. [yes, i said that he loves mikasa, tho i don't buy that he wanted to live with her in la Casetta In Canadà and forget the world because that's SO not eren; that's mikasa's dream, and it's shown as illusory wishful thinking for a reason. but while i think his romantic feelings were portrayed so badly it's kinda laughable ngl, it's always been obvious that he deeply cares for her. she and armin are the most important persons in his life, and idw to imply differently.] mikasa comes VERY close to have her own arc, independently from eren, but her character development seems to round in circles again. and again. and again. letting eren go - which is something that stems from the trauma-imprinting she had on him; she never elaborated her parents' death, and losing him too would mean losing them, feeling that pain, all over again - is something she's shown to do in the early episodes of s1, before eren even turns into a titan. but then we see her choose him over all else again, and then realizes that there are other important things and persons too (that time levi injured himself to save her because she was too focused on getting to her boy, remember?). and then the cycle repeats all over again to peak in the (admittedly tragic but extremely predictable) finale, where he's destroying the fucking world, almost killing her and all their friends, and she still hesitates over taking a fucking stand. she fights against the founder titan, yes, but she never openly condemns eren's actions, she never stands up to him like armin does. mikasa is shown as a strong, sometimes even defiant person to everyone else but eren (see how she gets with levi; especially in the manga, she contradicts him A Lot and doesn't give a shit about his scary reputation - her own is nearly as fearsome after all); she's very passive with him in a way that doesn't suit her. of course she loves eren, but armin loves him too and he fights back and doesn't take any of eren's shit when he insults them both, while mikasa just... stands there crying prettily, i guess. which brings me to the elephant in the room: it's armin who's actually the biggest influence on eren (the latter himself says it was armin showing him the book about the outside world that made him realise he wasn't free, just to list one example); it's to save him who eren sacrifices himself for, which then prompts his first transformation into the attack titan. they're narrative foils (tho the same could be said about him and reiner and to a lesser extent gabi), complementary opposites. he's so physically affectionate towards armin, especially if contrasted with his colder behaviour towards poor mikasa - okay, he's a bit of a tsundere, but one thing is saying that he represses his feelings actually, and another is showing it!

i know all about characters repressing and outright denying they feel something for their LI, believe me; i love emotionally stunted idiots who can't emote for shit (maybe because i am so emotional and feel things too deeply, i'm drawn to my opposite). but @ yams....... please...... have mercy on me, because that's Now How You Do It, and whoever says otherwise is delusional. if a female character from anything but a shonen/bordering on seinen anime got this kind of characterization there would be so much discourse, so many polarizing opinions, so much hate for the author. i'm not saying western media don't have a sexism problem - quite the contrary!! - but mikasa is. an especially bad case? i haven't seen one so bad in a long ass while, maybe because i'm used to consume media with (generally speaking) well-written female characters. like, c'mon. imagine if mikasa had been the female protagonist of a fantasy book series, or a tv show... oh god. and no, sorry but having her kick ass right and left doesn't make her a Strong Female Character actually. Feminism 101 is founded on women having a life outside their relationship with men, and. mikasa doesn't? not really? at least compared to other female characters in the series. yams made a half-decent job with them (tho giving that backstory to ymir the progenitor was. certainly A Choice, as it was sidelining historia and annie for so many chapters), which makes mikasa's static, repetitive, stale character arc really, really sad, because my girl had so much potential. i mean, even em as a pairing had so much potential! childhood friends turned to enemies, like, hello?? imagine if mikasa had got armin's complexity and relevance and a fucking life outside of eren, for god's sake. imagine if she loved him, really, but she repressed her feelings and wasn't so heavily dependent on him (or they both were. from the beginning), and still stood up to him and called him out on his bullshit without erasing her hidden vulnerability and fragility. imagine if their relationship was between equals and-- ah, imagine her getting a character development a la casca (without all the horrifying shit she endures and the 200 chapters long catatonia and sexualisation, tho, tyvm!!!), since isayama himself said she was the blueprint for mikasa - in general he was heavily inspired by berserk - and it shows because they're basically twins separate at birth *insert spiderman meme*. i mean, yams even said that the scene where eren saves mikasa from the slave traders was based on griffith rescuing casca and her imprinting on him instantly, and god does it show.

........... but then em would just be het e.remin, so. whatever. there's also mikasa's need to grow the fuck up, and for that she needs to see that her wishful thinking, her beliefs about ~Eren Loves Me So Much, He Can't Live Without Me!! even when he gives her the cold shoulder so many times, are wrong. that's how you write a character growing into adulthood: you challenge them, you show that the world is founded on a very different basis than what they believed. (see lucy from fallout - she's an adult but she's in a metaphorical infancy before getting out of her vault and a coming-of-age arc throughout much of the series.) if you reinforce mikasa's beliefs... she just remains static. which brings me to...

r.ivamika: oh, i adore them. they had so much potential in many different ways... unfortunately it's very, very obvious how much yams doesn't give a shit about the ackermans. first thing first: it's not incest. they're not cousins. it's explicitly stated that they're only very distantly related, and well, it's glaring how much they don't consider each other "family" or whatever. they're descendants of the same ancient clan, that's all. (actually, mikasa is eren's foster sister and she says he's her family more than once. but that's something em shippers generally seem to gloss over. not that i think em is incest either, it's not. maybe a very lite version of pseudo-incest like the abovementioned WH, but nothing more.) tbh i always thought of them being "related" a la darkling and mal from the greggrisha trilogy. technically they are but (stealing my brother's words of wisdom about the whole rm insane discourse) "it isn't gross" because it's been too fucking long for a relationship between them to be incestous. i mean, guys... words have meaning. you can dislike it but after many generations (500 years for the darkling and mal) they're really not more than nominally related at best. after six gens the shared blood is 0.01%, let alone... whatever the fuck levi and mikasa are. i mean, this obsession the fandom has with them as ~cousins is ridiculous - okay for a headcanon, obviously, but they're very much not framed like that in-universe. like, they have a professional relationship between a soldier and her superior, between comrades in arms. she loathes him until she doesn't; she thinks he's (and i quote) a "sadistic freak" until she doesn't, and she starts to feel respect for him and even *gasp* CARE FOR HIS WELL-BEING lmao???? but nope, she doesn't think of him as a family member. yams could have easily gone that way with them, but he didn't. it's nice to think about mikasa finally finding a belonging, especially with all her grief and family-issues (see, again, her obsession with eren, as stated above)... but that's exactly the reason why i like levi as a romantic option for her.

i'll explain why: they have this Pride&Prejudice vibes+mentor/protégée+veteran/talented newcomer+recognition through the other (derogatory) thing going on that i find very interesting. someone once said levi is basically a more evolved and mature version of mikasa, and i agree. but they're also very different, in a way that would both complement the other and challenge them. levi has an almost opposite way of dealing with grief compared to mikasa: she fiercely clings to few close people and does everything in her power to stop them from fading away from her; he has a long history with losing people too, and that's what makes him keep everyone at a distance (and fail spectacularly at it but that's another matter). he's already resigned to letting them go (see how he deals with erwin and hange's deaths, for example) and making hard choices in a merciless, impossible situation. you can't suffer if you don't grow attached to people in a world and a profession where death is an everyday occurrence, right...? right?????? except that he cares and mourns too, of course. he just represses it all, and he's very efficient at it. now, since mikasa's main issue is that she can't let go (especially of eren)... you can see how they both can teach something to each other and grow together. they're very similar personality-wise: both stoic, strong, loyal, excellent fighters, with a cold façade and a (more or less hidden) heart of gold beyond all that ice. they're both the strongest in the world; she's the only one who can keep up with him on the battlefield, the only one who can challenge him (and vice versa). he respects her almost from the very start; she despises him so hard that it blinds her in some occasions, but grows from hating his guts for kicking the shit out of eren to asking his help to kill eren. obviously they're the only ones with their special powers, being the last ackermans and all that. they could really understand each other on a deep level... if only isayama had made them interact!!!!! which he didn't. I MEAN. searching for their clan's roots, bonding over how unique and, for this very same reason, lonely they are? ["there are no others like us, and there never will be" *cough cough*] nope. let's make them never address the elephant in the room!! tbh they could have been descendants of different clans with similar powers and biology, and nothing about their relationship would have changed lmao. like, this girl has serious family-related issues; that's one of the reasons she fixates on eren. why doesn't she go to levi and, idk, ask him about something, anything? that's such a glaring flaw - not a plot hole but a... characterization hole, if you will - i seriously can't even fathom it. all this Carramba Che Sorpresa shit, all this fucking insanity over the poor harmless rm shippers... for that? (with that being: nothing. the void. nietzsche's abyss, maybe.) 😭😭😭😭😭😭 also, there's this persistent headcanon in the fandom that levi would inquire about the ackerlore, but... this only shows how shallow some fans' reading of the characters is. levi WOULD NEVER. levi is afraid of committing himself to someone, to feel so deeply he can't recover from a loss, to have distractions from his long-time goal, and this includes family business. (isayama actually explicitly said it in an interview!) it's mikasa who's so hungry for belonging... and making her curious about their shared heritage, having some kind of bond with levi (even a strictly platonic one), would have helped her step out of eren's shadow. like, a lot. and of course that didn't happen... whatever. 

tl;dr: i love them and i've written about them more than any other pairing so far, which is ridiculous (2 long fics, one of which is sadly unfinished, and a shorter one). I'm not fixated on aot anymore these days - the toxicity in the fandom and my displeasure with some of the manga's storylines were curbing my enthusiasm - but they'll always have a special place in my heart. gotta love a semi-rareship with such a potentially juicy, complex dynamic. 

(e naturalmente se vuoi Passare Al Lato Oscuro e see what all the fuss is about posso linkarti un paio di fic scritte molto bene, oppure umilmente farti leggere le mie, che sono in italiano)

thank you so much for the ask and, again, SORRY for not replying for so. fucking. long ughhhhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[cadybear420]

If all the other Choices Books were tv shows/books in the HSS universe, which ones would Evie and Aiden watch/read together?

For the life of me I have never quite been able to make headcanons for these until now, let's fucking goooooo

(For the purpose of these headcanons, I'm going to assume all the TV/book versions of these stories use the MCs, LIs, and other choices that I used)

TCATF, it's basically canonically a TV series in the HSS universe itself with the MC's bedroom even having a poster of it. It would definitely be something Evie is very fond of, especially for characters like Kenna, Val, and Sei. Although it wouldn't be as big of a favorite to Evie as she gets older, she'd still hold it dear to her and she and Aiden would love watching it together as a comfort show.

ATV, the whole futuristic scifi vibe is something Evie would adore and they would also looooove the soundtrack. And Aiden would have a crush on Kepler.

The Phantom Agent, they both (Evie especially) love the secret agent genre, James Bond films included. And they would both rave so hard over the opening music. And they'd especially love a wlm take on James Bond adventures. They'd definitely try and roleplay the dynamics between MC and Nurse Lou + Alexis Reid hehe.

BOLAS, Evie would love the adventure. Also Aiden would have the biggest crush on Imtura (and f!orc!MC, but I'm probably gonna have multiple MCs that I love equally) and Evie would be like the biggest "Imtura is goals". IIRC BOLAS was confirmed to be an actual game/TV series in AME Book 3, so there's that.

DLS, for... many reasons. One, Aiden would go feral for that absolute cunt-serving opening theme. Two, "Hey the main leads kinda look like us". Three, "OMG cunty genderfucking bottom dude and a tough masc buff GNC top lady". Four, it would spark Aiden's interest in trying sheer tops for when he wants to dress a little more cunty/GNC. Five, "heehee pegging coded innuendos everywhere". For all these reasons they would 100% try to roleplay the steamy scenes, or at least the steamy scenes would definitely inspire Aiden to get a little more initiative/controlling in the bedroom with Evie. Like there's one scene where the MC can make Charlotte suck his nips and be more commanding to her and I can definitely see Aiden trying that too, especially when he notices how much Evie loves seeing it happen on screen. So needless to say, she would GREATLY enjoy it.

BaBu, Evie may have negative-infinity interest in becoming pregnant, but that doesn't mean she and Aiden can't enjoy a cute pregnancy story every now and then.

It Lives, Endless Summer, TH:M, MAH, They're my other top tier favorites along with HSS and so I think Evie and Aiden would love them too. They'd quite enjoy imagining themselves in those adventures. Although I feel I should discount TH:M because I've been liking the headcanon that my f!MC Otto is an estranged maternal Aunt to Evie. And MAH because I headcanon Evie and Aiden become neighbors to and befriend Tyler and my f!MC Peggy when they move temporarily to an apartment in SF a year after they marry.

[heredis-sanguinis]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

- Tagged by: @piltover-sharpshooter & @shimmerbeasts -

-Under 'Read More' for length-

What made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? He's one of my absolute fave League champions. There were hardly any out there and I dipped by finger in that sanguine pool for a moment and got pulled in instantly. To me he has a ton of potential to be fleshed out, that I hope to put down in writing. Riot seems to forget the 'unpolished' gem they have created at times. Especially since he seems to always end up as a joke to people in the community and even the playerbase, and easily gets ignored that way. Or at least in my experiences. The amount of times I've heard jokes like 'discount-ripoff-Lestat/Dracula/vampire/-clown are too.fucking.many...

Is there anything you don’t like to write? Slice of life stuff... I just don't get any motivation to keep anything going in that genre. The same goes for modern verses? I just don't get inspiration for anything on my muses for this either. And not even because I dislike them or anything, it just doesn't mesh with my brain.

Is there anything you really enjoy writing? A n g s t It comes naturally to me, with little effort. And considering how swamped my schedule is, this is a blessing. Though I am not that fuzzed about what genre I'm writing in. I enjoy most things, as long as there is something that moves forward. Development and something to work with to continue that pace and progression are absolutely <3

How do you come up with headcanons? Inspiration from other sources Trying to look behind the basic lore and colour stories, but also look at any potential related characters or other sources and see if anything meshes with Vlad. Like, besides his own lore, I also looked at Noxian lore, Camavoran lore, Viego/Kalista/Hecarim, the Blessed Isles, Ruination, the Darkin and so on.

Do you write in silence or do you play music? I write mostly with something playing in the background. This could be any relatable music to my muses. Or just any of my playlists. A Youtube series I'm watching/listening to. While at work I tend to write down keywords if something comes to mind, and then at home I'll see what comes out of it. (if I remember that I wrote something down)

Do you plan your replies or wing them? I wing them, 99%, mostly. I don't really enjoy planning out every step of muses interactions and relationships. And besides, Vlad is not one to let his life and actions be dictated as easily. He does as he pleases and so too do I write him.

Do you enjoy shipping? I am a shipping whore, but I am very passive in seeking anything in this regard due to really bad experiences where I got accusted of only seeking out interactions for ships, just because I like some characters together. Like, my absolute otp is VladVayne, but I never interacted with any Vayne for the shipping reason. I enjoy their antagonistic dynamic potential a lot too, but yeah stuff happened and now I just tend to not bother to seek interactions. It's a good thing Vlad is not an easy character to ship with, so that saves me a lot of issues as well in this regard.

What’s your alias/name? Cella

Age? 36

Birthday? May 20th

Favourite color? I have several: Black, red, green and purple

Favourite song? This changes whenever it does, But currently it is 'The Skies Above' by The Black Mages

Last movie you watched? I can't remember. It might have been a horror movie when I went to my bestie, sometime last year, to watch 'something'. But I have slept since then, and just don't remember a title.

Last show you watched? I think that has to be Hazbin Hotel? I don't watch a lot of series or shows. Heck, I haven't watched TV properly in a decade now. And rarely go online to watch anything.

Last song you listened to? 'Oblivion' by Masayoshi Soken (Yes, it is another Final Fantasy XIV song)

Favourite food? Listen, I love food, so I don't really have one specific dish or type that I consider a 'fave'. So I'll give a couple: sushi, steak (rare, I need it to bleed), chips (fries for you USA lot), kebab and ice cream (lemon being my absolute fave flavour)

Favourite season? W I N T E R No sun, no spiders (severely arachnophobic), no skin-blistering heat. What's not to love? And if I'm cold, I just. wear. another. layer. of. clothing.

Do you have a Tumblr best friend? Quite a few. Shoutout to @angelicxlly @piltover-sharpshooter @thegoldentigress @weapon-turned-jack These four have been with me through thick and thin for several years now. I love them dearly and they're precious to me. Heck, Monkey-brain-sharpshooter is practically my clone. Literal spiderman-meme stuff there and it gets creepy at times how much we act and think and say alike...

Tagging: You, yes you! I don't know who has been tagged or has done this already. But consider this your tag now~

[grapenehifics]

Hiiii!! For the writer ask meme: 1, 22, 44 and 55???

(for this ask game)

Thank you, @kingdomvel, for distracting me from the WIP I'm battling with right now :)

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

I mean, daydreaming is a very important part of the process and should never be discounted. But I also have terrible memory and have to write a good idea down pretty much as soon as I have it or else I'll forget.

Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?

Titles are hard for me! I call things '__ AU' in my drafts folder for a long time until inspiration strikes. Most of my titles end up coming from a movie quote or a song title so far.

What is your favorite genre to write?

Look, I love a good rom-com trope. That is my bread and butter. But I had a fucking blast writing a couple of action scenes in An Uncivil War, and then I attempted basically a disaster movie fic with Jurassic Park (I'm still editing this one, and also looking for a title that I'm happy with, see answer above), and I personally, just as a fan of things in general, am really in love with heist/caper type movies, and I'm itching to try writing one. Also I'm currently drafting a baseball AU, and there was a sports element to Solsbury Hill, even if it wasn't the main focus, so sports fics too, I guess? (If I knew more about hockey I'd try my hand at a Mystery, Alaska AU because mm I am having small-town community sports thoughts.)

Just, um, maybe not all at the same time. LOL.

Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

I have a truly embarrassing reliance on the word 'just'. I could cut out half the 'just's in my writing and still have too many 'just's. I have to consciously remind myself that there other jobs/settings than academia for modern AUs. And does every fic I write really need a scene where Anakin tells Obi-Wan that he doesn't care where he lives because as long as he's with Obi-Wan then that's his home?

[vanvelding]

Movie Trailers for January 2024

 What's coming out in January?

Night Swim - 05JAN24

So it's an evil pool. Looks like an able execution of the idea of an evil pool. It even makes the dad go crazy. It's something I've seen a million times before, but perhaps I take for granted that there's someone out there who sees the novel idea at the core of it and has only seen the shambling, recycled skeleton 500,000 times. 

The Beekeeper - 05JAN24

Speaking of things from a genre that should be called "ad infinitum," let's count the cliches.

Retired badass played by aging actor.

Innocent friend hurt my cartoon monster-people.

World-spanning conspiracy.

One-against-one-hundred odds, both individually and as the man takes on the system that can be killed by murdering one guy and destroying a single computer.

Hero is part of a secret society bad guys are afraid of, even though it lacks the institutional power to do the thing he's doing. It's basically just a discount gun store with a visually impressive lock for divorced losers to kill comically evil people (played by even more-aging actors) who represent ideas too vast to be killed with bullets.

Novel fight scenes

Novel setpieces

I guess if they're so predictable, I should start writing them. Obviously there's demand, although I'll only have a few weeks to do it since this seems like the first genre AI could start writing wholesale.

The Book of Clarence - 05JAN24

"It has everything," get said about a lot of movies. It always meant what I've seen termed as 'all of the good stuff, none of the bad stuff.' Kind of a blanket, "This movie loves you."

But The Book of Clarence looks like a movie that has everything. A clever idea. A complex main character. Biblical elements. Fistfights. It's got a lot of pistons firing and really, it could only disappoint me from here.

It's my Tragically Unwatched for January 2024.

Origin - 19JAN24

Origin is intriguing. It's got one of those classic trailers that doesn't seem to tell you everything about the movie. I can put a lot together in that it's one woman's search for the origins of racism and her determination to answer that question through experience.

I.S.S. - 19JAN24

On the other hand, I.S.S. gives you the premise--US and Russian astronauts are on the International Space Station when World War 3 breaks out. The US team is told to take the ISS and presumes the Russians are told the same thing.

Queue intrigue and death on the most dangerous building ever created by man when the obvious, overhanging solution is to work together to delay the ticking clock of the ISS as a habitable building before descending to the wasteland below.

The Concierge - 19JAN24

I've also seen this titled The Concierge at Arctic Department Store, which is about a woman who wants to excel at her job, but the problem is talking animal customers. It's anime. What do you want? I'm not the demographic for this movie. I wish I could see US movies the way I see anime films; just the matrix code of a desire to excel, some random job, and a few relatable obstacles before the inevitable catharsis and peace and love on planet Earth ending.

Founder's Day - 19JAN24

Two horror movies in January. Is that normal? Doesn't feel normal. It's honestly more threadbare than Night Swim. Night Swim has a monster and a supernatural force trying to 'get' the family in novel ways. Founder's Day is a unique mask plus a unique murder weapon. Your Jason Vorhees, your guy from Scream, your The Strangers, your Leatherface, and to a lesser extent, your Black Phone guy, your Saw guy, and your The Purge folks.

But now it's a powdered wig and a gavel. Sure. Who gives a fuck?

Mean Girls (2024) - 12JAN24

Wait, I don't think I can bottom out on fucks before I get to the remake of a comedy that I never saw, but which is part of the Trio of Well-Regarded Lady Films I haven't seen (Clueless, Legally Blonde, and Mean Girls).

But prima facie, it looks stupid and it gets my 0 Fucks Award for January 2024. Look, horror guys are gonna eat Founder's Day up unlessit's surprisingly good by being original. I couldn't imagine who Mean Girls (2024) is for. 

Miller's Girl - 26JAN24

I'm not a fan of Martin Freeman. I mildly dislike him and his characters. They always come across like pricks. I don't like all of John Krasinski's career choices, but his version of Jim in The Office worked because he had charisma. Freeman has prick energy, which played better for his version, but I can't stand the guy. He was perfectly cast as the one white guy in Black Panther.

Oh right, I was disappointed that this movie wasn't a horror movie. It's just a story about how a teacher and student have chemistry and she can ruin his life with false accusations if he doesn't say 'yes.' Yeah, that can happen, but that seems like a smaller social issue than men with power using that to get with girls/young women girls.

Or the media they look at to validate their actions and play the victim when they get found out. I'm not saying Miller's Girl will be a bad film, it's just a film that shouldn't.

Self Reliance - 03JAN24 (Hulu)

It's interesting and charming and only gives us the first act or two of the idea. The idea of the secret game where humans are hunted for sport always has, like, a thousand holes in it when the movie is about hunting a middle-class Westerner in the middle-class West, so they might as well make it a comedy.

[heeracha]

ep 58. / ep 59. — the flowers weren't dumb after all. / ep 60.

buy one, take me. — l. heeseung

synposis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

pairing: heeseung x flortist!fem!reader

content/genre: college au, slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, of course. two idiots aka heey/n. um,,,, jaycha (?), unproof read &lt;3

note: real one now, i promise HAHAHA okay i'll see u in a bit for last ep !! the playlist

six years passed.

six years have passed and heeseung is still madly in love with you. nothing changed that much. ever since he found out that day, he let himself be sad for just a day and went back to his feet. he did things to take his mind off you, but nothing worked, so he just fully accepted that he is still in love with you. he started to help your aunt in the flower shop if he’s not in class for med school nor working in the hospital. he wasn’t miserable, but something was missing.

you.

when you replied, heeseung was over the moon happy. he didn’t waste any more chances to text you everyday and neither did you. you two would call, talk to each other everyday ever since. heeseung was just happy you two talk as if six years didn’t pass by. as if you two never lost contact.

heeseung stands in front of the flower arrangement where it was displayed on the side of the aisle and he scoffs. but weirdly, he likes it? it was like the way you arranged them. he loved it. he doesn’t know how, but he just always knows if it’s your arrangement or not. speaking of, he pulls his phone out of his pocket to see no text from you. how are you still flying?

he looks at the side, catching something on his peripheral and he sees jay and ae-cha in their wedding gown and suit, reassuring each other that everything will be okay. fuck the superstition, as long as they both have each other, right?

heeseung sighs, typing a quick text to you and shoving his phone inside his pocket. “you like the arrangement?” he hears and he looks up to see jay walking up to him as he looks at the flowers.

“okay, it doesn’t suck, i admit.” heeseung says and jay rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “but i still believe we could have had a better arrangement and a discount from auntie!”

“hey, i got a pretty good deal here, too, you know?” jay says and heeseung gives him an unamused look. 

“what is it?” heeseung says. “probably not as good as my promo.”

jay chuckles. “uh,” he stammers. “i purchase the wedding package and my best man gets the florist.” jay says and heeseung’s eyes slowly soften. he turns to jay and the groom only smiles.

“but she’s in a business… trip.” heeseung softly trails off and jay nods, grinning.

“i’m sorry about everything.” he says. jay pulls out his car key, holding it out to heeseung. “her plane lands in a bit.” he says and heeseung chuckles, taking the keys as he pulls jay in a hug. jay pats his back, pulling away. “go fetch her, we still have three hours until the wedding.”

“alright.” heeseung says as he runs out of the venue, running to jay’s car.

so, that’s why he loved the arrangement.

as he drives to the airport, all he can think about is finally seeing you. what is he going to do? hug you? kiss you? what? he doesn’t know. all he wants to do is to finally hold you again and possibly not let go… if you can stay. 

just in time when heeseung pulls up, it was announced that the plane landed. he gets inside, seeing people swarm out as they waited for their luggage in the baggage claim. heeseung looks around, looking for you, but he couldn’t see you. he frowns when he sees you nowhere, but he waits. minutes pass by and the people have lessen. maybe you didn’t know jay’s plan and took a cab? he looks at the baggage claim, one luggage coming out.

he sees it was the same one you had six years ago. even the same color. but it was impossible that it was yours. you would change luggage within six years, right? nonetheless, heeseung comes forward, looking at it to see a white ribbon on the handle. something you always do. he grabs the luggage, examining it if the tag has your name, but instead he sees the bambi sticker he pasted six years ago. 

“seungie?” 

heeseung turns around, seeing you fiddling with your fingers and he immediately runs to you, hugging you by your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. he lifts you, standing straight as you giggle, tightening your arms around him. you press your lips against his cheek, closing your eyes as you savor the moment of being in his arms again.

“did you see the flowers? were they dumb?” you softly ask and he laughs, putting you down as his hands come up to your cheeks, looking into your eyes. “jay had a promo, you know? lifetime promo, but he said you’d want it more.”

“yeah?” heeseung softly says. “what is it?”

“buy one, take me.” you say and heeseung laughs. “it’s for a lifetime, if you will have me.”

“i would love that,” heeseung softly says, smiling as you hold onto his wrists, thumbs softly caressing his skin softly. “you’re really here.” he mumbles and you nod. heeseung softly laughs, leaning his forehead against yours. “on the way here, i was thinking of what to say to you, but now, i just can’t believe you’re really here.”

“i’m really here, seungie.” you say and he nods, pressing his lips against yours and you close your eyes, kissing him back. heeseung softly pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as he runs his thumb through your cheek. “i’m sorry for everything.” you say. “i tried to tell you a lot of times before shit happened, but i just don’t know how to. and then, my parents… i just wanted them to accept me already and i had to do this, they didn’t even know until i was on the plane. i’m sorry, seungie, i just—”

“it’s okay,” heeseung softly says. “hey, hey, it’s okay. we’re okay, hm? i’m just glad you’re here now. i’m glad i get to talk to you again, i’m just really happy right now. and that night, you should know—”

“i know, seungie. i know.” you softly say. “i never doubted you.”

heeseung softly sighs, kissing your cheek as he slides his arms down to your waist and you wrap your arms around his neck. “i missed you,” he softly says, squeezing you in his arms and you rest your nose on the crook of his neck, relaxing in his arms.

“i missed you, too. a whole fucking lot.” you say and heeseung kisses your head. “come on,” you softly say, pulling away as you look in his eyes. “let’s go to the wedding. if it’s okay, let’s stick together throughout the whole event and when it’s done, let’s catch up with everything. you good with that?”

heeseung smiles, kissing your forehead. “you know that i always prefer being with you.”

[fbfh]

lesson learned (maybe) - billy hargrove x reader x steve harrington smut

word count: 4.1k

genre: SMUT FILTH LEMONIEST LEMON

pairing: billy and steve x reader (afab/fem terminology/she her but minimal pronoun usage)

summary: When you inadvertantly cop an attitude, Billy and Steve decide to fuck a little respect into you.

warnings: dom billy, softer dom steve, manhandling, multiple daddys, reader is called a brat, spanking, billy's rings, strenth kink (if that exists), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, dumbification, some babying/infantalization, sexy condescending, petnames (princess, angel, honey bunny, pooh bear, good girl, love bug, doll face, sugar lips, toots, ), steve's chest hair <3, billy's necklace <3, "don't look at him, look at me, face grabbing, prolonged eye contact, hair/top of head petting (in a condesending way not a long silky tresses way), sexy punishments, mentions of orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation, hearing smwn get undressed behind you, mostly clothed sex, head down ass up position, praise, reader has fuck me eyes, coochie spreading, hair pulling, mouth fucking/m recieving oral, cervix kissing, spitroasting, double penetration, face fucking, breeding (it's billy ofc there's breeding), attention kink????, clit play/rubbing, checking on your partner during intense sex, surprise (but still fully consetual) anal, some feral billy, cum as lube, emotional intimacy, steve has sensitive hair, choking/neck grabbing for a hot second, nipple/boob play, groping, neck kisses and hickeys, a lot of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, kisses and cuddles, sleeping sammiched between two hot buff men (the dream), implications of future bratty reader

music rec: masochist - palaye royale (I didn't have a specific song I was listening to while writing this it was just a lot of underground krnb and the same two pop punk groups but I feel like this fits pretty well)

a/n: holy fucking shit this got off the rails so fast I think it might actualy be worse than daddy sorry

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ALSO HAPPY STRANGER THINGS 4 V1!!!!!!! I hope this doesn't wreck all of us like I know it will lmao

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @Sad-brunnettee @justbookworm

AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+!!!!! Also everything that happens in this fic is totally consentual and bc it's fiction it doesn't follow all the real life rules and ettiquete so make sure irl you're communicating with your partners and taking care of each other <3

You think you’ve come to know Billy and Steve pretty well in the time you’ve spent together, and right now, just by the look on his face, you can tell things with Billy are about to get really intense. 

“Did you just give me attitude?”

“What?” you ask, meeting his intense gaze, heart beating faster at his words. Billy’s voice is dangerous, causing you to freeze in your tracks. “No, I-” “Cause that sounded like attitude.” He concludes, voice almost too calm, too quiet. He’s watching you, waiting for your next move. You take too long, you suppose, because before you know it, Billy’s throwing you over his shoulder and storming straight to the bedroom. 

“Billy!” you protest, fighting a flustered giggle.

“You wanna act like a brat?” he asks rhetorically, starting to set you down, eyes burning into yours, “I’ll show you what happens to brats who give their daddies attitude.” After that moment of intense, lingering eye contact, he sits on the edge of the bed, and bends you over his lap. 

“Billy-” your protest wilts in your throat as he lands a smack to your ass, sending burning heat straight to your core. It’s a warning to behave, and one that you listen to. 

“You wanna try that again?” he asks, voice low and dangerous. Your silence is deafening. You stop squirming against him, and he accepts that as you submitting to him, finally listening to your daddy like a good girl should. 

“Good,” he states, seeming more calm than before now that you’re listening to him. “Now count.” He orders, that stern, dominant edge right back in his voice. You feel him flip up your skirt and pull down your panties, laying another harsh smack to your ass. The feeling of his big hands and cold rings against your bare, warm flesh sends heat and sticky arousal pooling against your exposed slit. You whimper, embarrassed at how fast he has you wrapped around his finger. His other hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you firmly in place. He’s so jacked it’s not like he can’t manhandle you when he wants to. 

“I said,” he repeats, hand still on your ass, fingers beginning to rub at your dripping, puffy cunt, “count.”  

“C’mon, don’t be so mean, Billy,” you look up - as much as you’re able to in your current position - at Steve, who’s just entered the room. Relief washes over you. Steve’s presence has always been able to soften some of Billy’s rougher edges, and you can always count on him to play the good cop. Before you can let out your sigh of relief, Steve crouches down to your level, looking at you with that sweet, saccharine look of his. 

“Dumb little baby can’t even count, can you, princess?” 

His voice is cloying and condescending as he grabs your cheeks, squishing them with one hand, and makes you shake your head no. 

“That’s what I thought.” he states, patting your cheek, and standing up to address Billy. “See? Not fair.” 

You stare at the carpet where he stands for a moment, before he walks back toward the bed. If Steve isn’t going easy on you, you’re going to be in for a really, really long night. This thought, paired with his words and condescending tone has you dripping all over Billy’s fingers, something you’re sure he won’t let you live down. 

You assume Steve had some kind of exchange with Billy, because a moment later, Billy picks you up, and sets you down, kneeling on the foot of the bed. Steve is reclining in front of you, splayed out and bulging in his pants. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, and you can see his chest hair poking through on the exposed skin not covered by his tank top. He curls his fingers, motioning for you to crawl towards him, and you do without a thought. “Princess,” he starts, “what you did was real disrespectful, real naughty,” he amends, dumbing down his choice of words. “Do you understand?” he asks, waiting for your response. You nod. 

“Apologize to Billy.” he says, nodding over in his direction. You turn back to Billy, also rock hard in his pants. His button up is almost entirely open, and aside from the necklace resting on his collar bones, his chest is bare. You look up at him, his eyes smoldering into yours, and turn away. You can feel him watching you, expectant, and you look back up at him. 

“Sorry Billy,” you say quietly. 

He sighs, looking away for a second, then right back at you with that same intense eye contact. “...Sorry for what.”

It should be a question, but it’s a statement, an order. You blanch, mind going blank. You turn back to Steve, but before you can, Billy grabs your face, making you look back at him. 

“Don’t look at him.” he warns, keeping your attention where he wants it, “What are you sorry for?”

“Billy…” Steve sighs, unsaid words hanging in the air. Don’t be so hard on you, you’re too dumb to understand what’s going on. They share a glare, and you only see Billy’s half of the silent conversation. Finally, he looks back down at you. He seems slightly softer than before, but still just as intense. He crouches down to your eye level, voice low and deliberate. 

“I’m going to ask one more time, sugar lips. What are you sorry for?” 

You blink, brain short circuiting as you try desperately to scramble for an answer. God, you swear it’s on the tip of your tongue. A few moments pass with you giving him an adorable blank look, struggling for an answer. He looks like he’s about to give up when you manage to choke something out.

“Being disrespectful?” you ask, watching his reaction closely. He smirks, holding back a chuckle. 

“For being disrespectful.” Billy repeats, seeming satisfied with your answer. He leans down, pressing a hot kiss to your lips, then nodding his head for you to go back to Steve. You turn to him, and he pats the bed. You start to crawl over, and as you turn around, Billy places another affectionate smack on your still exposed ass. You can feel yourself dripping, and he smirks at the sticky arousal left on his hand. 

Once you get closer to Steve, he has you lay between his legs. Your face is dangerously close to his bulge as he begins to pet your hair. 

“Wow, disrespectful,” he says, voice both loving and cloyingly patronizing, “that’s a big girl word, isn’t it?” you nod, and he smiles, agreeing, “Yeah. Can you spell disrespectful?” he asks slowly.

“Uh…” you start, thoughts foggy from all the attention and coddling they’ve been giving you. Before you can try, Steve continues. 

“I didn’t think so.” he states, “That’s okay, though, good girls don’t need to be good at spelling, not when they listen to their daddies.”

His voice instantly makes you feel more relaxed, and he continues to pat your head absentmindedly. He has another silent conversation with Billy, but this time, you only see Steve’s side. He rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you. 

“That was a good sorry you said to Billy, good job, angel.” 

He smiles, and you start to relax. You’re just starting to think you got away with avoiding one of Billy’s insane punishments - usually involving a lot of orgasm denial, edging, and overstimulation, and will go on for hours until you can’t even remember your own name. Right then, Steve’s hand moves from your hair to your face, guiding you to look up at him. You hear the unmistakable noise of Billy undoing his belt behind you, and beginning to take off his pants.

“Unfortunately, you did misbehave, so we’re still going to have to punish you.” 

Your pupils dilate and you feel the weight of the bed shift behind you as Billy moves closer. He grabs your hips, hoisting them up and back to him so you’re bent over ass up, groping your  squishy flesh with his big strong hands, as Steve simultaneously thrusts his hips up to slide down his jeans and boxers enough to pull out his cock. It hangs in front of you, red and dripping precum, and your mouth waters at the sight. Steve grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, and holding his throbbing cock in the other.

“Open up, honey bunny…” he tantalizes, letting out a long sigh as you sink your soft, warm, beautiful mouth over his cock. He lets out a low moan.

“Oh, there’s a good girl, good girl, pooh bear…” His cock is massive, already pulsing and dripping delicious precum down your throat. The familiar feeling, taste, weight of his cock in your mouth drags you even deeper into the hazy warmth of their embrace. Right as you’re starting to get comfortable groping and sucking of Steve’s cock, right when his hands have found their place in your hair and his head is tilted back, eyes angled down to watch you suck him off with that loving smile at the corners of his mouth, right when you bat your pretty little doe eyes that just scream fuck me daddy up at him, Billy plunges two of his long, thick fingers deep inside your dripping, burning heat, spreading you open. 

You let out a choked moan at the sensation of Billy’s fingers keeping your dripping heat on full display, causing Steve’s cock to twitch inside you. He tugs on your hair to keep you focused. You look back up at Steve, trying to keep your attention on working your mouth around his cock, hungry for more praise from his pretty lips. Behind you, Billy curls his fingers against your sensitive walls, waking you up from the inside. He lets out a long, low whistle, admiring you all spread out for him.

“Fucking dripping…” he muses, and you can practically see the smirk on his face from his tone alone. 

“‘Course she is,” Steve interjects, agreeing, “look at her.” He watches you suckle his cock, eyes half lidded, drool and precum pooling at the corners of your mouth. Billy continues, voice low as he works his fingers deeper inside you, rubbing at your bumpy walls 

“Tell daddy how much you love his fingers, princess…” 

You try, gurgling around Steve’s cock, and he lets out a sharp moan, gripping your hair even harder. Billy chuckles, and Steve glares at him in a warning. Billy continues, chuckling as he stretches you out in preparation for you to take his massive cock. His fingers reach so deep inside you, touching places you never could have imagined before knowing him. He scissors your spongy walls with his thick fingers, his hands so strong that even your tightness provides little resistance against him. Steve sighs, still gripping your hair as he slowly starts to buck his hips in and out of your mouth, helping you along as you bob your head.

“Just like that,” Steve moans, gazing down at you, “good girl, pooh bear…” 

“God your tight little cunt dripping for me, dollface,” Billy states, yet again landing a smack on your ass. He chuckles as you flutter around him. 

“You like when Stevie praises you like that?” Billy asks, scissoring your walls, once again deeply stretching you in preparation for your cock. You gurgle around Steve, who bucks his hips at the sensation.

“Oh, you just love this, don’t you princess?” Steve asks rhetorically, as Billy suddenly, finally plunges his cock into your dripping cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head as Billy works his thick, pulsing cock closer and closer to your cervix. He lets out a growling moan, panting and  adjusting to how tight you are, how perfectly you squeeze and rub his cock.

“Look at you, all pretty and full of cock,” Steve coos. You barely process what he said, that deep satisfaction of really being full still settling over you. Billy has one hand pressing down on your back, the other grabbing your hip and holding it close to him as he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, while Steve holds your head nice and steady, doing the same thing from the front. 

“You like that, sugar lips? Like it when daddy wrecks you with his cock?” Billy growls behind you, hand pressing against your stomach. The extra pressure and friction, paired with the feeling of the bulge he’s making in your tummy has you squeezing around him.

“Good job, princess… keep going, just like that…” Steve moans, voice breathy.

“Fuckin’ made for taking our cocks.” Billy agrees.

“Such a good girl for your daddies, angel.”

“Pretty thing like you just loves being bent over and bred, don’t you, dollface?”

All the attention, their continued torrent of filthy thoughts, and their cocks continuing to pound into you mercilessly from both ends has you squeezing and drooling around them. The erratic rhythm of their thrusts, sometimes in sync sometimes not, brings you drastically closer than before. Billy’s hand moves from his bulge pounding in and out of your tummy further down, and his fingers, still damp with your earlier arousal, begin playing with your clit. 

The added stimulation has you gurgling around Steve’s cock, yet again. Billy feels you tighten up around him, and he knows you’re close. He gives Steve a look, then bends over you, leaning closer to your ear. You can feel the cool metal of his necklace graze your back with every thrust. 

“You gonna cum for daddy, sugar?” Billy asks, and you can tell by the pace of his thrusts, the growl in his voice, the way he almost laughs at the end that all this is really riling him up. 

“Oh, is baby gonna make a big mess all over Billy’s cock?” Steve coos, punctuating with a particularly hard thrust into your mouth. 

Before you can even moan, you’re cumming hard. You clamp down around Billy’s cock, holding him in place while his hand carries you through your high, the other groping your hip. Your legs shake, and you moan, gurgling around Steve’s cock. They shower you in more praise and filthy sentiments, but it falls on deaf ears as you’re so blinded by your euphoria you lose your senses for a minute. Once you start to come back down to earth, you feel Steve scratch your head, and you glance up at him, eyes glassy.

“Still with us, love bug?” he asks. You nod, and you continue sucking on his cock, causing him to let out a hiss of air. “Good,” he concludes, proud of how well you’re trained, how fast you can bounce back, “cause we still have a lot to do tonight, don’t we, Billy?”

He agrees, and he’s soon back to the brutal pace he’d set before, this time amplified by the sensitivity from your orgasm. A little voice in the back of your mind is starting to wonder where the whole punishment part will come in. As intense and amazing as this is, you know it’s not what Steve, much less Billy, would qualify as a punishment. 

As all that is brewing in the back of your mind, you can feel Billy’s cool rings on your skin as he gathers up some of your sticky cum dripping out of your hole. Your eyes widen as he spreads your cheeks, and begins to rub it further up. Heat rushes to your face as he edges you, cock continuing to plunge in and out of you lower down. Behind you, you hear his voice, breathy and gravely and more turned on than you’ve ever heard it. 

“Gotta make sure you’re all stretched out everywhere, sugar lips,” he moans, rubbing against your puckered hole. He teases you, edging the sensitive flesh before popping his finger in, and lets out an unhinged laugh. 

“F-fuck, Harrington. You were right, she’s even tighter now…” Billy says with a moan.

“What did I tell you? If we- shit,” Steve cuts himself off as you mouth him more intensely in response to Billy fingering your ass while he fucks you. You moan around Steve, and Billy growls behind you. He picks up his pace, rubbing against your walls, fingering your honey even deeper into your previously untouched hole. He can feel his finger rubbing against his cock through the squishy wall barely separating them. You’re whining at his touch, rutting your hips back against his cock, as Steve thrusts steadily into your mouth. 

“Aww, does our slutty little baby like being stuffed full in every hole?” he purrs. Before you can consider trying to answer, he thrusts into your mouth, harder and faster than before. Billy works another finger into your previously untouched hole, both tightening around him at the entrance. His free hand slaps your ass, then returns to press into your back to stop you from squirming so much. 

“You like that, sugar lips?” Billy pants, smirking behind you. In front of you, Steve’s thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls at your hair. 

“F-fuck, shit!” Steve hisses, pulling you closer to his hips as he finally spills his load down your throat. He tastes divine, and you work your tired jaw, swallowing as much of him as you can. He lets out a loud moan, throwing his head back and bucking into your soft mouth. His thick seed spills out of the corners of your mouth, and once he catches his breath, he finally pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. He gazes at you with that loving look, a smirk at the corners of his lips.

“You really are something special, you know that?”

A strand of your spit mixed with his cum connects your lips to the head of his cock for a moment as you look up at him, tongue lolled out and panting. You’re truly a sight to behold. Caressing the side of your face, he swipes off some of the cum from the corner of our mouth, holding up his hand and letting it drip for Billy to see. He humps into you harder, working his fingers deep into your ass, and lets out a groan at the sight of Steve’s cum and your spit dripping from his finger. 

“Shit! Playing dirty, Harrington…” he moans with a laugh. Billy pulls out of you suddenly, moving to the side and pulling your face towards his cock. You open automatically, and he smiles at how well trained you are. You take his throbbing length into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. After just a few pumps, he’s grabbing your face, pulling you closer to his hips as he blows his load down your throat. You swallow up his thick, creamy seed while his eyes burn into yours, watching every move you make. He pants, gaze unwavering. 

“...Such a good girl for me,” he says slowly, smirking down at you. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, his hands caressing your face, while Steve’s find their way to your hair again. Reluctantly, Billy pulls away, finally standing up and stretching. His muscles glisten, a thin sheen of sweat over his tan skin. Once again, he hoists you up effortlessly, and you let out a very cute noise of surprise.

“Up you go, doll face,” he says, wrapping your legs up high on his torso. Steve groans behind you, presumably stretching too, then you feel him press up against your back, pushing you closer to Billy and folding you in half. One of Billy’s hands rests on your ass, holding you up, and Steve’s arm snakes around to your chest, fondling your tits. 

“Alright,” Steve says, “now that she’s all stretched out…” You feel the heads of their cocks kiss your entrances. Billy smirks, his gaze smoldering and voice low.

“It’s time for your punishment, sugar lips.”

They both push their huge cocks into your tight holes. 

You’re overwhelmed by the sensation, already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, that the feeling of both their cocks fucking into you at once like this has your head spinning in the best way possible. Before you can dwell on that for too long, Steve begins nibbling on your ear and sucking a hickey into your neck, causing you to moan. 

“G-god,” you breathe, both your walls already tightening around them, as you try not to cum already. If you came undone this fast they would never let you hear the end of it. 

“Right here, toots,” Billy says, hand on your jaw, guiding you to look at him. His eyes burn into yours, and he smirks at the fucked out look on your face. Your stomach is pressed up against Billy’s abs, and you can feel the bulge of his cock, amplified by Steve’s cock fighting for space inside you. They press and rub against each other, throbbing against your warm, grippy walls. They soon settle into a rhythm that has you whining and squirming fruitlessly against their muscular bodies. 

“Good girl, good girl, baby,” Steve murmurs, as Billy continues to hold your eye contact. Desperate for something to hold onto, you reach back, pulling on Steve’s hair. 

“Oh f-fuck!” Steve moans, hips spasming and bucking into your ass. You whine at the motion and Billy laughs at his reaction. Steve moves his mouth dangerously close to your ear and his hand moves to your neck. 

“Play fair if you want to cum, angel,” he warns, almost laughing at how good that felt. He makes a mental note to have you do it again more, later, as they both continue to pound into you and feel you up. You’re surprised you’ve lasted this long, but you know it’s over when Steve starts playing with your nipples, pinching and rubbing them in that way that he knows makes heat pool between your legs. You gasp, and Billy takes the opportunity to place two of his fingers in your mouth. You hear Steve chuckle against your skin.

“Look at you with Billy’s fingers in your mouth, so pretty,” Steve coos in your ear, sending chills down your spine. It’s enough to send you over the edge again, and you moan out a muffled whine, squeezing and clamping around them, your legs shaking in their place around Billy’s waist. 

You’re not sure how long it goes on for, and by the time that they shoot their last load of hot, sticky cum up both your holes, you’ve lost count of how many orgasms they’ve drawn out of you.

“Shit!” Steve hisses, continuing to fuck his cum deeper inside your ass, stretching you out and pumping you full “Oh god!” His moans are loud in spite of the fact that they’re partially muffled by his face in your neck. Finally, Billy follows suit, blowing his load inside your dripping pussy for the last time tonight. His eyes burn into yours as he moans out a laugh, hips bucking sporadically. 

“F-fuck- just love being bred and stuffed in every hole, don’t you doll face?” his breath is warm against your face as he continues his torrent of filthy thoughts, riding out his high, “Huh?” He coaxes, “Want me and Harrington to fuck a baby into you? Knock you up real good…”

Eventually, somehow they run out of stamina, the thrusting of their cocks slowing down and finally coming to a stop, where they pull out of you with more gratuitously wet noises than you’ve ever heard. You rest your head on Billy’s chest, totally spaced out, only able to briefly muse that they were successful in fucking you until you can’t think straight. 

When you’re all cleaned up, they curl up in bed on either side of you, Steve pulling you close to his bare chest, Billy’s grip on your waist rock strong. He guides you to look over at him, to which you comply, and he catches your mouth in another deep, open mouthed kiss.

“I think you learned your lesson, didn’t you doll face?” He asks, taking a moment to gaze at you lovingly. You nod, humming in response before curling up into Steve’s chest. They both settle against you, sandwiching you tightly between their warm, muscular bodies. “Eh, she’s not going to act up like that again,” Steve concludes, patting your hip, and Billy chuckles.

“Got that right.” 

In the few moments before you almost instantaneously fall asleep, you think you might just act up like that again. Especially if it leads to this much fun. 

[bbyquokka]

one-sided love

→ PAIRING: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

→ GENRE: angst | smut — MDNI!

→ SYNOPSIS: after being ghosted by your date, you head to the gym with Changbin to relive some stress and anger, but was stress and anger all that was being relieved?

→ WARNINGS: mentions of exercise and diet | smut | fingering | clit play | unprotected sex | public sex | throat fucking | oral (m rec) | one-sided feelings | ghosting | mention of anxiety | unrequited love | pet names | personal trainer Changbin

→ WORDS: 4k

→ part one  | part two | part three | part four

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"Binnie – it hurts!" You whine. Changbin chuckles softly.

"I know but you can do it, I'm here, remember." You whimper, nodding slowly.

"I know Binnie, but, its just too much."

"Just a little longer, doll." You press your lips in a thin line, grunting as sweat runs down your forehead. You let out a pant from your lips, looking up at man who’s above you.

He too, is also coated in a thin layer of sweat. His eyes watching your every move, listening to your whines and pleads.

"You got this, doll!" you let out a loud grunt, pressing the barbell up and down from your chest. Changbin takes it off you, placing it on the support frame. You sit up straight, grabbing a towel to wipe away the sweat and taking a big gulp of water.

“Good job, doll. You did really well!" Changbin stood in front of you, drinking some water also. You grin.

"Thanks Binnie. So, what's next?"

"Mhm, cardio." You pull a face, making fake gagging sounds which Changbin chuckles at. "i know, i know. I don't like cardio as much as you do but has to be done, doll."

You sigh before standing and grabbing your things. You walk to the treadmills with Changbin, stepping on and setting it to a steady pace before you slowly start to jog.

You haven't been working out for long – about 4 months exactly. Your life became super hectic all of a sudden with work and family problems. You didn't have time for yourself anymore, meaning your health declined slowly. You stopped caring about yourself, allowing yourself to fall into a rut.

It wasn't until you and Changbin – who has been your friend since you both came out off the womb – had a heart to heart. Changbin is a sweet and caring man who isn't afraid to say how it is, especially when he is concerned about someone he cares so deeply about.

You was on the fence about going to the gym. They hold that stereotype that only fit and muscular people go and that they judge people of a bigger size. For months, you ignored the fact your health was declining as well as ignoring Changbin’s invitations to the gym.

Soon enough, you gave into Changbin – he kept begging and acting all sweet, what could you do?! Changbin works as a personal trainer at the local gym so he promised he would help you, which to this day, he has fulfilled. You still have to pay full price for his service though, just because you're his friend doesn't mean you can get a special discount.

You was surprised to know that Changbin really knew his stuff about the human body.

He would correct your positioning and tell you why. He would tell you what muscles you're working on and how to make the most of it. He also helped you a little bit with your diet, helping you incorporate more healthy stuff and making it fun for you.

You soon noticed a change in your health and not just physically, mentally you felt better – clearer. You knew that if you felt stressed, you could call Changbin up and you'd spend a hour at the gym together. Of course you did other things together that didn't involve the gym.

Lunch dates, movie dates, staying the night at each others houses, going to a club and getting drunk, you're both glued to the hip. There have been many occasions where people have asked if you two are a thing, you instantly denied those claims whereas Changbin would go shy and deny it also, even though sometimes, it seemed like he didn't want to.

You’re currently back at your apartment. You lasted 15 minutes on the treadmill before calling it quits. You’re exhausted and just wanted to go home and take a shower. You thanked Changbin for his help before hugging him. You realised that the hug lasted longer than it would, or should, Changbin clinging onto you gently like a new born monkey clinging to its mother.

You thought it was strange but soon dismissed the thoughts when you said you would see him later, his gorgeous eyes lightening up at the thought. You live fairly close to the gym – a 20 minute walk. As soon as you enter your apartment, being greeted by both your cats, Felix and Minho, you make way to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

You took this time to think about your life as the warm water runs over your body, relaxing your muscles. You thought about work and how it has become so stressful to the point where you might just quit. About your family and how they seemed so distant from you lately.

Your mind soon wondered to Changbin and it was then, you realised he has been acting rather strange lately. He remains professional during your PT sessions but after that, he goes all shy and distant? There’s something about the way he is acting that you are unsure of and you couldn't quite figure out what it is.

Changbin is the type to be responsible and reasonable, telling people how it is no matter how hard it may hurt. It seems rude and careless to others but in Changbin's eyes, its even worse to lie and pretend. Unfortunately, he isn't very good at recognising his own feelings. While he may be giving someone advice, someone who is experiencing the same feelings as him, Changbin will fail to take his own advice.

After washing your body and hair, you step out off the shower and wrap a towel around yourself. You dry your hair first before drying off your body, putting on clean underwear and nightwear. You make your way to the living area, plopping your tired body down on the sofa and turning the tv on.

You soon lost interest of the tv and grabbed your phone instead, opening up your dating app. You haven't dated for a few months, with your life being so hectic you didn't have time and you wasn't in the right headspace. Now you feel like you're ready to date again so you downloaded a dating app.

After weeks of swiping and blocking creepy men, you finally met someone decent. His name is Jeongin and, to you, he is adorable. You was not expecting him to be so sweet, considering the way he looked. Blonde hair, piercings and dressed in black leather, but you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

You check your messages, grinning when you see Jeongin had messaged you. You spent the majority of your night texting each other. You wanted to meet up with him but he would always say that he was busy with his work like, which you understood so you thought nothing off it.

Jeongin understood you. You felt like you are both similar in many things, from what you thought to what your favourite foods are. He has been there for you through your highs and lows. When you was at your lowest, you was worried that he would leave but he stayed. He said things that comforted you, called you gorgeous and would hype you up when you was unsure of an outfit you wanted to wear.

Of course, you told Changbin about it and although he seems happy that you found someone, he also seems a bit – sour? He would say good things like 'I'm happy for you' but at the same he would contradict himself. Whenever you'd mention Jeongin’s name, Changbin was quick to lose interest, replying with a simple "Mhm" and nod. You thought nothing off it, putting it down to Changbin being tired.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you: gym?

Binnie 💪🏻🐖🐇: uh, sure. whats up?

you: nothing. just wanted to go thats all.

Binnie 💪🏻🐖🐇: nah, something is wrong with you. you dont text me at 10 at night to just go to the gym 🤔

you: fine. i think ive been ghosted by jeongin.

Binnie 💪🏻🐖🐇: ah.

you: yeah. i just need to take my mind off it, thats all.

Binnie 💪🏻🐖🐇: i'll meet you there then.

It hurt. It hurt to know that the person you thought you was getting on with so well, the person who made promises to you and made you feel special, has potentially ghosted you. A few days ago, you texted Jeongin a good morning text, like you always do. He didn't reply straight away, which was odd but you put it down to him being busy

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to days and still nothing. You sent him numerous texts, anxiety and worry rising because you didn't know if anything bad has happened. What if he was hurt? You sent him one finally text before he at last responded.

'leave me alone. im not interested anymore. tbh, im kinda bored of this 😴'

You questioned him why and how. You explained that it didn't make sense for his feelings to suddenly change. One minute he was making promises to come see you and eventually live with you, next, he's bored of you, doesn't care and wants you to leave him alone. You decided to check his social medias and found out that he kissed another at a club.

Sure, it stung. Your heart broke, but you wasn't boyfriend girlfriend. You wasn't a thing but it still hurt so much to the point where you thought you was going to throw up. You wanted to stay home, cry and eat a full box of chocolates, but decided against it. Instead, you would rant to Changbin about it, even if he wasn't interested.

"Asshole! How dare he treat me like this, Binnie! After all the promises he made me and the things he said and he treats me like this?!"

Changbin simply nods, humming as you spew angry words whilst lifting a weighted bar. Changbin stood by your head as you was lay on the bench. He’s  dressed in a black t-shirt, shorts and cap, his hair in its natural state – your favourite state. Changbin takes the bar off you as you sit up, wiping your forehead.

"Maybe dating isn't for me." You mumble.

"Don't say that, y/n. You'll find someone eventually. they just take time." Changbin sits next to you, his hand resting on your back. You look up at him, Changbin audibly swallowed.

"But what if i never do find the one? I'm going to be forever alone, old and grey with my two cats – maybe more" You whine. Changbin laughs.

"Just take this as a learning curve. Maybe online dating just isn't it for you. Anyways, you'll bounce back from this, you always do, plus, you have your Binnie." You nod, Changbin’s hand resting on your thigh. You placed your hand on top of his, stroking it gently.

"You're right. thanks Binnie. i know i can always count on you." You kiss Changbin's cheek, a whimper escaping his lips. You pull away and look at him, his cheeks turning red

"Binnie..?" Changbin stands up fast, turning his back to you, his ears visible red. You stand up and walk to face him. He’s looking at his feet, hands clasped over his crotch area.

"Binnie, are you–"

"Don't! I'm so embarrassed." Changbin mumbles. You grab his wrists gently, moving his hands away. You swallow when you see an obvious tent forming in his shorts. Changbin escapes your grasp, hands going back to cover his erection.

"I'm sorry, y/n. Its been a while since i last had any sexual action. I'm pent up and seeing you in workout clothing, those tight leggings that hug your curves plus the sweat on your body, drove me insane. the cheek kiss was just enough. I'm so so sorry.."

Changbin's rambles fell on deaf ears. You’re excited. You knew Changbin was sexually active and is more prone to one night stands. You never thought of him in that way, but here he is, standing in front of you, embarrassed and hard.

It excites you. You want to touch, to feel his hot skin against your own. To feel him inside you, pounding away until you're screaming and begging for more. It has also been a while since you last got touched by another human. Sure, toys are good but they don't provide that sensation that humans do.

You're debating. Debating on whether to help him out, relieve him of his pain and desires or to walk out and ignore it, leaving Changbin to fix it for himself. You're aroused, sexually thoughts swimming inside your mind. Are you willing to cross that line of friendship?

Deciding that you are, that you needed to feel him inside you, you grabbed Changbin's wrists and dragged him in the unisex toilets, locking the door of a cubicle behind you.

"W–What are you doing?" Changbin's back collides with the cubical wall, his eyes wide as he looks at you. You swallow, thought swimming around in your head. You're unable to think straight. Your best friend is staring at you, hard and aroused. You want him, you need him. Now.

"Binnie, I'm so sorry but seeing you like this, has excited me so much." You whimper, walking towards him. Changbin swallows, unable to speak as he watches.

You slowly kneel down, keeping eye contact with Changbin. He watches you as you grab the material of his shorts, his hands flying to yours to stop you.

"Ah, w-wait. you don't have to. i mean, should we? i can go home and take care of it myself." Changbin’s flustered. You smirk, planting a gentle kiss on his erection, his hips bucking.

"Its okay Binnie. I want to and if its okay with you, I want you to use my me. Use my mouth, use my pussy. fill me up, Binnie."

Changbin takes deep breaths, thinking about what to do and if he should give you the signal to go. He’s torn between wanting to ruin your insides to you being his best friends and best friends don't have sex in a gym toilet.

"Let me care for you, Binnie. Don't you want to feel my warm mouth around your cock? Don't you want to fuck my throat raw until i cant speak? Don't you want to fuck me dumb?"

Changbin swallows, biting his lip hard. His cock throbbing at the thought of hearing your moans whilst he fucks you hard and rough. Whether it was the arousal talking, Changbin nods, giving you the signal to do as you please.

You grin, pulling down his shorts and underwear, his cock springing free from their constraints. You lick your lips. He’s average length but he has girth. He is thick and all you could think about was how he was going to stretch you out with it.

You clench your thighs together as you grab the base of Changbin's cock, his hips bucking. You slowly stroke it, rotating your wrist. His skin feels hot against your hand, his tip red and leaking pre-cum. You pepper soft kisses along the side of his shaft, a sigh escaping his lips.

Your tongue darts out, licking a long, wet strip along his vein. A deep groan escapes his lips, making you whimper as the sound runs through your body to your core. You hum, pressing your tongue flat against his tip, salty pre-cum coating your tongue.

Changbin’s watching you with eager eyes, slowly allowing the pleasure to consume and take over his body. You wrap you lips around his cock, mouth engulfing his penis. Changbin hums, running his fingers through your hair slowly.

"Pretty." He whispers. You place one hand on his muscular thigh as your other works on stroking the base. You close your eyes, bobbing your head at a steady pace, allowing your mouth to fill with saliva.

You soon hollow out your cheeks, tongue flat. Changbin's moaning is frequent so you decided to take more of him. His tip soon reaches the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly. Your mouth is full of cock and saliva, his tip hitting the back of your throat continuously as saliva spilt from the corners of your mouth.

Changbin tugs your hair at the scalp gently, soft moans escaping his lips as his brows furrow together. It takes everything in his power to not shove himself down your throat and fuck it raw. He tries to regain some composure, his thighs tensing under your fingers.

You look up at him, pulling away from his cock. You swallow your saliva and wiped your chin with the back of your hand.

"What's up Binnie?" You ask sweetly.

"I don't want to hurt you." He whispers. You chuckle sweetly.

"Its okay, Binnie. use me." You open your mouth wide, tongue flat out as you look at Changbin sweetly. He presses his lips in a thin line, gripping your hair.

"Fuck." He grunts before pushing himself back into your mouth. He doesn’t stop until your nose touches the pit of his stomach. He starts thrusting slow at first, quickening his pace. You squeeze your eyes shut, the full force of his hips and his tip hitting your throat, making you gag.

Tears fill your eyes, spilling down your cheeks as saliva falls and coats your chin. Changbin grunts, his grip on your hair tightening making your scalp sore. You dig your nails into his thighs, the material of your panties sticky and uncomfortable with your essence. You rub and squeeze your thighs together to cause friction.

Changbin pulls himself out off your mouth with a 'pop'. You whimper at the loss, wiping your chin and cheeks.

"Up" Changbin orders in a low tone. You automatically stand. Changbin pulls your gym leggings down along with your panties, the cold air hitting your pussy sending shivers all over your body.

Changbin licks his lips and wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. With his free hand, he runs his middle and index finger up and down your slit, brushing past your sensitive clit making you whimper.

Your juices coat his fingers. you grip onto his biceps, leaning in to kiss him. Changbin turns his head to the side, your lips meeting his cheek. You thought it was strange and felt disappointed but that soon vanished once his slick fingers rubbed slow circles on your clit.

You whimper softly, goose bumps coating your skin. You lean in again, kissing his neck softly. He allows you to pepper gentle kisses along his neck, occasionally licking his skin, the taste of salt from his sweat coats your tongue.

"Binnie.." you whisper against his skin. He soon quickens his pace, moans and whimpers escaping your lips before he circles your entrance. He slips two fingers in with ease, your pussy clenching around his digits instantly. He chuckles before moving fast, his fingers rubbing and curling against your walls.

Your knees buckle underneath you, and if it wasn't for Changbin's arm around your waist, you would've been on the floor. His fingers brush against that sweet spot, a loud whimper escaping your throat. Changbin feels your walls tightening around his fingers as you feel the knot tightening with each brush of your walls.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, making you whimper.

"Shh, I'll be making you feel good again soon." His tone low, eyes dark with lust. His skin coated in sweat. He turns you around, grabbing your hips and pulling them towards him, your hands planted on the cubical door as you part your legs the best you can as your clothing is by your ankles, restricting your movements.

Changbin grunts once he gets a full view of your soaked pussy. He lazily strokes his cock, placing a hand on your hip as he moves closer to you, tip touching your entrance.

"I don't have protection." You shake your head, wiggling your hips, his tip coated in your essence, threating to enter you.

"its okay. I'm on birth control so please Binnie. put it inside me." Changbin groans, gripping your hip and slowly entering you. The stretch burns, causing you to hiss. Changbin groans at the feeling of your wet and warm pussy engulfing him. He slowly pushes himself all the way in, so he was balls deep and stays still, allowing you to get use to his size.

You nod once, indicating you’re ready. He starts off slow, quickening his pace once he hears soft moans continuously escaping your mouth, your pussy relaxing around him.

"So good, Binnie. I'm so full of your thick cock, its so fucking good." You moan out, your dirty words threating to cause Changbin to spill inside you. His thrusts soon become fast and powerful, the sounds of his skin slapping against the back of your thighs and the squelching of your pussy, echoes in the public toilets.

The faster and powerful Changbin thrusts, the louder your moans got. Changbin put his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans. He pulls you back, back flush against his chest as he whispers in your ear "Keep it down. don't want people to walk in here and hear how much of a dirty slut you're being."

You both know no one would be walking in at this time, but his words run straight to your core, walls tightening around Changbin causing him to grunt against your ear. You close your eyes, moans muffled against his hand. Your legs threating to give up on you as he angles his position and hitting that sweet spot.

Your mind going blank as he continues to fuck you hard and powerful. Your moans soon turn into pants and whimpers, the ability to form sentences disappearing. Your body consumed with pleasure.

Soon, you feel the knot tightening and Changbin feels it too with how tight your pussy has a hold of his cock. Changbin groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy and lazy, his hand squeezing your hips.

"I'm close, (Y/N)" you nod and whimper against his hand.

"M-Me too Binnie." your words muffled against his hand.

"Where should i -?"

"Inside! cum inside me Binnie. Fill me up, please i beg you!" He knows he shouldn't, he knows its wrong. Its bad enough he is balls deep inside you and fucking you raw, but he is so consumed with pleasure that he cannot think straight.

With a final snap of his hips, his movements halt, grunts and groans escaping his lips as he cums deep inside you, coating your walls with his cum. He shallowly thrusted, riding his high before removing his hand from your hip.

He rubs fast circles on your clit and soon enough, you cum around his cock. Your legs shaking and tensing, your loud moans muffled against Changbin's hand, your eyes squeezed shut. Changbin helps ride out your high by stroking lazy circles on your clit.

When you’re calm, you push his hand away, your clit sensitive. Changbin laughs, pulling out off you and pulling up his underwear and shorts. You hum, pulling up your leggings and panties. You slowly feel his cum trickling out off you and in the material of your panties, but that was a problem for when you got home.

You turn and faced Changbin, grinning. "That was fun!" Changbin nods and hums. "so, no hard feelings?"

Changbin looks at you for a split second before looking at the ground, shifting his weight from one foot to the other

"Uh, yeah. no hard feelings.”

"Yeah. i mean, we just had sex and all but its not like we like each other. We are still best friends, even after all this."

Changbin's body language changes, his body tensing as he listens to your words. He simply nods, not saying a word to you. You tilt your head.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow then?" Changbin looks up at you and rubs the back of his neck

"Ah, my mother is coming to visit me for a while so, i wont have time." You furrow your brows, slightly confused.

"O-Oh. Okay."

"Yeah, sorry. i just remembered." You nod, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. "I should get going, its kind of late."

"Oh. yeah, sure." You nod. Changbin gave you a small and sad smile before rushing out.

It was all just fun and games, right?

[staywillalwaysstay]

Imperfections make Us Perfect

Disclaimer: This fic has nothing to do with the character of the Idol or any person mentioned. It is purely fictional and meant for entertainment purposes only. Based on the incident of my relative.

Genre: Lee Felix x chubby!reader, summer au, mention of dehydration and fainting, insecure reader, lovely bf felix

Summary: The stereotypical view of the society made you insecure about your weight. Being chubby and curvy doesn't mean being ugly, which you were unable to understand. Thus, your boyfriend, Felix, takes this responsibility and teaches you to love yourself and prioritize yourself.

If I've done any mistake, left out something, your opinions about the story, please comment in the comment section and if you have some suggestions, you can tell me via ask always and I'll try to respond each one of it.

Dehydration is a harmful reduction in the amount of water in the body. Please, drink lots of water and avoid being in the heat for too long.

The symptoms of dehydration are:

feeling thirsty.

dark yellow and strong-smelling pee.

feeling dizzy or lightheaded.

feeling tired.

a dry mouth, lips and eyes.

peeing little, and fewer than 4 times a day

It was mid-summer and the scorching heat seemed to absorb all your energy, and you and your boyfriend were dumb enough to take a walk to the pool instead of using your car, petrol prices you know. You were sweating profusely, practically bathed in your own sweat, looking like a hot mess. On the other hand, your boyfriend, Felix, whose homeland was a tropical country didn't mind it as much. He was definitely worried seeing you on the verge of dehydration. Finally being done with your stubborn ass he said, "Babe, you know that we're not far from our house right..", You nodded affirmatively. "How about we go home and get you in some shorts and a cotton shirt? Moreover, we have our couple outfits right, how about we try them, hmm...". You could never deny Felix's requests, what come may, but today you did. "Bokkie~! I think I like my outfit, and once we reach home, I wouldn't like to go out again, try to understand babe!!" "But...*sighs*, at least drink some water, at the rate you're sweating at, you'll get dehydrated soon." "Oh, let me check it. Shit! I guess I forgot to carry a bottle of water along with me. Sorry!", you rambled while finding for a bottle in your bag, sadly finding none. "Why are you so careless,*sighs* let me get you a bottle of water from the store nearby, wait under the tree."

You were already wearing a full sleeve t-shirt under your half sleeve blouse, and a ankle length wide pants, to hide your body. Your clothing made it harder to survive under the beaming sun. Each passing minute your vision begun to blur and your eyes getting shut, your ears almost shutting the sound of the surroundings, your legs failing to support you, thus, your system had begun to shut down, your voice didn't leave your throat. The contents of the bag spilt around the place, the sunglasses lay broken near you, the world turned dark and silent, your body lay flat across the footpath. Maybe, you should've worn airy clothes.

There was a lady, in the store who kept bargaining with the owner for a discount, wasting his time and increasing his stress. In the end, Felix had to beg her to move away from the billing counter due to an emergency. As soon as he started to approach you, he witnessed a large crowd standing on the same place as you where you were waiting. He tried to shovel the public behind to witness the scene, just to find his better half laying unconscious on the footpath. "Call the ambulance, somebody, PLEASE call the ambulance. Baby,*pats your cheeks*, shit!" At that moment a doctor comes to the rescue fighting through the crowd. "wait for a minute sir!", the doctor said, kneeling down, "can we take her in the shop, she'll feel a bit cooler." He removed your socks, your scarf, loosened your belt and collar, and splashed some water on your face, while laying you on your back. "Let her take her time to wakeup, this'll reduce further chances of fainting. Once she wakes up, make sure she gets hydrated. Don't worry young man, this is common in summers." "Thank you...thank you so much sir!! I'll make sur to follow your instructions. I lost my senses due to panic and fear. How should I repay you for your kindness?!" Felix rambled through his emotions. "My pleasure young man. But next time if anybody faints position the person on their back. If there are no injuries and the person is breathing, raise the person's legs above heart level — about 12 inches (30 centimeters) — if possible. Loosen belts, collars or other constrictive clothing. To reduce the chance of fainting again, don't get the person up too quickly, alright. You don't need to pay me back, it's my duty as a doctor. Take care, bye!"

The world seemed blurry, you felt cool, and you found your self in an unknown place once you woke up. You also realized that you were laying on Felix's lap all this while. Worried you said, "Shit! Jagi are your legs paining. I'm sorry I didn't know.....wait a minute. Why am I here? What happened? Babe..." Your boyfriend on the other hand looked at you sadly, he cupped your face, ran his hand through your hair, and exclaimed, "You fainted due to dehydration, and this was the nearest store where I could bring you to cool you down. And, no my legs aren't tired of you sleeping on them, it's just I'm tired of you berating yourself. Now, let's go home, you need some rest." "But...what about our pool picnic. I'm sorry I rui-" That's all it took for Felix to place a kiss on your lips. "Now gorgeous, do you want to go home or-....", he whispered. "Lets go home!!" you said, as your cheeks turned red. As soon as you woke up, he took your hands in his and started walking out of the shop, thanking the owner, to which she replied, "Ah gwaenchanh-ayo! Take care of yourselves in the future. You look so good together." "Thank you!" you two said to the owner together and left for home. Mostly, Felix carrying you home, despite your denial.

The heat still as bad as before had now exhausted you're boyfriend, panting, and sweating. Yet he went to bring a glass of water for both of you. Seeing this, your tears started to flow down your cheeks. Your insecurities, the thoughts of him leaving you, him being tired of handling the insecurities of a chubby girlfriend, started occupying your mind. By the time you could say somethin, Felix arrived there with a glass of water. Your tears worrying him, leading him to think he had done a mistake. "Babe! What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I just carried you here as I didn't want you to get unconscious on the way. I'm sorry, babe, please don't cry. I promise to make up to you." he kept on rambling apologies while hugging you, waiting until you stop crying. "Felix, what did I do to deserve you?" to which Felix frowned, "Huh!?""You're such a caring and loving boyfriend, you're so loyal, you never commented on my wait, you make me feel beautiful, and the list goes on. I...I-I ruined your public image, my weight kept on bothering my thoughts making me jealous of every single girl I see you with. You have to handle the burden of a larger gf, my insecurities, and etc. etc. etc. And-" Felix was teary himself. He kissed your tears away, kissed your temples, your forehead and every inch of your face, kissing you deeply on the lips. He went down on his knees so that he could see your face. "look at me babe! Do you think I'm perfect? No, right. All of us have certain strengths and weaknesses. I have them too. It's true your not prefect, but it is also true that you have strong points as well. Our imperfections make us perfect for each other. We accepted each other, because we love all of our qualities and imperfections. We love each other, and that's what is important." he made you stand up and tagged you along to the mirror of your bedroom, and back-hugged you. "See! Look at your eyes, look at the love in your eyes, look at your smile, then look at me. Look at the smile you bring to my face, the joy of having you as my partner, look in my eyes. Now look at the mirror, don't we look perfect for each other?!" "We do babe! I feel elegant in your touch. I love you!" He turned you to face him and kissed you deeply, making you feel his love, making you smile against his lips. He's right you fit in each other arms perfectly, you're lips fit together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. You belong to him, and he belongs to you. "Now, I need to talk to you after we freshen up. Shower?" "Yessie~" you chuckled, making you look adorable, lighting Felix's eyes.

After a loooonnngggg~~~~ shower makeout session, Felix was ready to preach. " You know that the temperature outside is almost 40* then why did you wear such long clothes? You were dressed like it was winters going on. Next, do not forget to take a water bottle while going out, why don't you understand even after telling this a 100 times before? Lastly, stop being a miser, we both earn enough to fulfill the petrol prices for our cars, instead of walking in the heat. And, please drink water, you always forget to drink water and eat your food properly, else you'll get weak, understood?!" "Ne sonnim~~". "Let me find out your summer clothes in your wardrobe." "Babe-" *2 hours later* "You don't have a single summer clothing?!*sighs* We're going to shop you some better clothes in the evening, DON'T make faces!" "Yeoboo~~! There's no sale going on-" "I'll find one, that's it." "But they wouldn't flatter my body-" "Woman if you don't love your body, let me adore it atleast." Felix's gaze alone made you feel flattered, and how could you deny his request, he was your love afterall. You two ended up buying a lot of clothes, with you two bargaining to pay. Hence, you had to split the bill between you two.

[animeomegas]

very curious?

what was wrong with amnesia memories? why did you not like it?

Okay, here we go! I will put it into categories to make this easier to read and try my best to be brief lol.

MC's agency

This was one of the biggest problems I had with the game. On a scale of 1-10, I would put the MC's agency at -50. She doesn't do anything, she doesn't know anything, she doesn't solve anything... All she does is wander around while the men in her life solve everything and patronise her.

Seriously, you could replace her with a sexy doll and the plot would go roughly the same lol.

2. The mystery

When I realised that mystery was a big component of the game, I was so excited! I even had a notepad and pen ready in case I needed to make notes to try and solve stuff. Not only was the mystery disappointing (in every route), but it was impossible to solve as the player!!! MC (and therefore the player) gets no information!!

In one route I remember having to choose who I wanted to room with to be safe, and I picked the brother character because he's my brother?? That's safe. The boyfriend gets all pissed that I picked wrong because it was the brother trying to kill me, but how was I supposed to know????!!!!! The boyfriend was constantly hinting that he knew stuff and was figuring stuff out, okay bitch, then tell me!!! How can I make good choices with no information??

It was the epitome of an amnesia plot line done wrong.

3. Infantilisation of the MC

Everyone seemed to treat the MC like a child and it seriously pissed me off.

4. The love interests

I hated them all. Most of them had such massive red flags. I can't remember much of them now, but it was either them being cold or controlling or something awful. It was one of those games where the love interests are super controlling and look down on MC like she's stupid but that's supposedly romantic???

5. The game takes itself too seriously

The game seemed afraid to have moments of joy? Like it was such a depressing slog to get through, do they realise you can add fun moments even in a serious game? Or maybe interesting dialogue or something?? Anything??

Those are my big five. It's been a long time since I played it, so I'm sure there's more that I've forgotten, but that's the gist. A lot of them are problems that are frequent in the genre, hence why I mentioned it as a combination of everything I personally hate about otome games.

If I had to compliment this game I guess I'd say that the art was nice (even though I hated most the cgs) and he pacing was pretty good.

Other than that, it genuinely makes me angry to recall playing it. I've never been more disappointed in a game I had high hopes for.

If I ever see a recommendations list with Amnesia memories on it, I discount everything on the list because I can't trust the person who made it anymore lol. I feel a similar way to that other Cheritz game, Nameless, as well. Hated that game so much.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

What are some ways to enjoy my own time without feeling like I need a S/O?

12 ways you can productively pass time and not be bored*

*that don't involve binge-watching on netflix or youtube

Learn a new skill

Start playing a new instrument

Learn a new language

Get a new hobby

Attend a course in an obscure niche topic

If you can’t pay for classes, then YouTube and Google are your best friends.

Play with your style and upgrade your wardrobe/hair

Spend time with friends and family. If that is not an option, then join different Facebook, Tumblr, or Discord groups for people in your area, or with interests similar to yours.

Follow your local bloggers and accounts; some of them are promoting free or cheap events around town, which is a great way to make new friends

Get a cookbook, and cook your way through it, one meal a day/week based on your schedule

Watch documentaries and listen to podcasts or audiobooks

Read, both fiction and non-fiction, especially in genres you don’t usually go for

Start a blog about a topic you’re really interested in. Not only will it keep you busy, but the research, the networking, and the travelling you may have to do for it can be an enriching experience

Basically, the best way to keep yourself busy and not feel lonely are things that only only feel good at the time, but enrich you enough that you feel good afterwards, and something productive came out of it. It doesn't mean watching Netflix or YouTube is the root of all evil. I love both of them, but the best things come in moderation. So yes, do that, and then try the aforementioned activities as well.

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Ko-Fi

198 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 04:59:36 GMT

#4

How do I become more social if I don’t have much to say to anyone I feel like I’m boring what could I do ?

How to make yourself more interesting?

Read more books. Start with fiction and non-fiction in topics that interest you, and once you've got the hang of reading regularly, you can move onto other genres and topics that you may not be familiar with. If reading is too much, start with audiobooks. You can find a bunch on YouTube to start with.

Watch documentaries. Marathoning shows and movies are fun and can be great conversation topics, but watching documentaries on a variety of topics can help expand your worldview and knowledge. Watch documentaries on different cultures, points in history, animals, and even space. There is always something to learn and there are so many well-filmed documentaries that captivate you as well as any movie.

Listen to different music. People love to talk about their music preferences, and someone knowing your favorite songs is a love language of its own. Check out different genres. Every genre has the top artists that everyone knows and famous songs. Start with those, and if you're starting to enjoy the music, you can expand from there.

Stay up to date with current events. This applies universally but is especially important these days, as there is always something new happening and there everyone has an opinion on the situation. But tread this carefully. Not everyone wants to be constantly bombarded with horror stories on the news, and it's best to steer clear of politics. These conversations come up naturally, but it helps to know what's going on.

Travel more. Even if you don't have the budget to leave your city, there is still so much you can do within 20 km of where you live. There are new restaurants and hangout spots to try. Many public places are either free or have discounts on certain events. That's a great way to experience something and also an idea for a spontaneous hangout with friends.

All these things help expand your worldview and give you more to talk about when you are with a person. The more you've seen and experienced, the more you can talk about it, even if it is to say that you didn't enjoy it.

Once you get talking, you'll also get recommendations, or learn new things from the people you talk to. Take note of that too. Look into the things they recommend. Who doesn't love hearing "Hey, I checked out that book/show/song/place you were telling me about"? Either you enjoyed a new experience, or you have another topic to talk about next time.

If you're not comfortable talking about yourself, that's totally fine. You shouldn't be telling everyone you meet everything anyways. A little mystery is good. People love talking about themselves and their interests, so even if you don't know much about what they're talking about, asking good follow-up questions can keep them engaged in conversation and help you learn something new.

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211 notes • Posted 2021-08-27 06:18:05 GMT

#3

Relationships 101

One of the most common questions I get asked about is relationships, and how to approach them. This is about to be one of the longest posts I have ever written, but trust me, you will be glad that you read it.

One of the first things you should do is do a little bit of self-evaluation. Be honest, but don’t be too critical. You are not as bad as you think you are, but at the same time, there is more you can do to take control of the situation than you think. Ask yourself the following questions:

What do you want from yourself? What does your ideal self and life look like? Where do you see yourself in five years? What can you do to get the life you want?

What makes you feel confident? Beautiful? Sensual? It doesn’t have to be the stereotypical ideas of beauty. This is about what YOU do and how it makes YOU feel. It’s personal and everyone will feel good in different ways. You need to know what makes YOU feel that way before you take in other people’s opinions about it.

How do you define love? How do you differentiate romantic love from platonic love? It’s okay if they are very similar. Many people cannot date someone they don’t consider a good friend. Others cannot imagine dating friends.

What makes you feel loved? Words of affirmation? Physical touch (not to be confused with sex)? When someone gives you gifts (not to be confused with pure materialism)? When you spend time with someone doing your own thing but in their company? When someone goes out of their way to do something for you?

What do you often do to show your love for others? Consider the same love languages mentioned above.

What does your ideal partner look like? What do they like to do? What are they like? This is helpful because if you know what you want, you won’t settle for less. It’s not foolproof and the first person you date after this won’t necessarily be your soulmate, but it can help you avoid settling for less than what you deserve and have fewer heartbreaks.

And possibly the most important one:

Are you mentally, physically, socially, and economically in the right place to be a good partner?

The immediate answer is yes for more people but just think about this first. I know our generation is very introverted, but if this pandemic taught us anything, it’s that we NEED love, be it familial, romantic, or platonic. That being said, just because you want a significant other really bad right now, doesn’t mean that it is the best thing for you at the moment. You should know your worth before you seek validation from anyone else.  

A relationship is a two-way street. You may want the intimacy and someone who is there for you, but can you genuinely offer the same? Even in my own case, I want to be a good supportive partner, but right now, I need to focus on myself, and if I pursue a relationship right now, I would be balancing the two of us, and it wouldn’t be fair to either of us. That could be one of the reasons people choose to be in a polyamorous relationship, but that is just going off on a different tangent.

Sometimes, your partner’s goals and lifestyle may not align with yours. And that isn’t a bad thing. There is so much you can learn from your significant others that you never even would have thought of otherwise. But what you have to keep in mind is that there will be times that these differences may clash. You need to have some common ground. You both need to be willing to explore each other’s interests that have nothing to do with you. You both also need to accept that sometimes, the other person won’t be as into it as much as you are, but you both should respect each other’s interests regardless.

Another thing to keep in mind is that a good partner makes you want to be the best version of you that you can possibly be. They encourage you to try new things that will benefit you and they take joy in your success. They do not try to change you into their own idea of what a good partner should look like. They will not hold you back from achieving your dreams, and yes, sometimes those dreams can mean that your relationship is not the #1 priority. If your dream school is across the country, and they try to stop you from attending because that means you won’t be able to see each other every day, then that is a problem. A good partner would be willing to try long-distance, or if it isn’t possible, accept that this relationship has come to its natural end, which is fine, and you can part on good terms. Many people say that you can’t be friends with your exes, but it really depends on how much you respected each other during the relationship and after.

Once you consider all these factors, and if you think you are ready to be in a relationship, then you can start looking. Remember earlier on when we talked about knowing what you want? This is the time to apply it. You will likely receive dick messages and people who talk about sex in the first conversation. If sex isn’t the main thing you are looking for, then don’t respond. You are not obligated to respond to people who don’t give you basic respect. The same goes for any other boundary that they keep pushing after you have said that you aren’t comfortable.

With this pandemic, online dating might be the safest bet until everyone is vaccinated. Even if you meet someone in person, try to keep your interactions online so that both of you and your loved ones are safe. If you aren’t ready for dating apps, try online forums of communities you are genuinely interested in.

Depending on what kind of person you are looking for, you can go to certain places to attract them. If you want someone who is really into reading, your best bet would be to join a book club. If you are into sports, maybe attending games might get you talking with someone.

Make sure you are taking care of yourself. You don’t have to look like an Instagram model. In fact, that is an unrealistic standard and you definitely should not look like one. Even Instagram models don’t look like that 24/7. You don’t even have to wear makeup if you don’t want to. But you should be showering daily and brushing your teeth and make sure your hair, nails, and skin are taken care of.

You should also remember not to lose yourself in your relationship. Stay mindful of your goals and ambitions and keep working on them.

One last thing to remember is that growth is not linear, and other people’s milestones do not define you. Some people date a lot in their teens and then remain single in their twenties. Some people don’t date until their late twenties by then, they’ve got a better sense of self, and when they do date, they last pretty long. Some people choose not to date at all and are happiest while other people date casually all the time and are happiest. There is no one-size-fits-all, and there is no right age for a relationship.

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Ko-Fi

298 notes • Posted 2021-01-27 08:41:24 GMT

#2

hello!! what are some skills i could develop to gain more independence? i don’t know like sewing and such, something useful (btw i love your blog <3)

10 Skills for Independence

Learning to sew, yes, because that definitely can help you in a pinch and can help you look better while saving money.

Change a car tire. Basically, everything on this channel, and this channel, while we’re at it.

Basic Budgeting and Personal Finance.

Cooking and Baking basics. I recommend Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking and Kitchen Wisdom as cookbooks to start with.

Microsoft Office, which includes Excel, Outlook, and Access.

Public Speaking and Conversational Skills. Believe it or not, you can work on that even during lockdown when you aren’t speaking to as many people.

Hobby/Side Income Skill. This can be an art form, like drawing or music, or it could be something practical, like writing. Not only is this good for winding down, but you can also use it as a side hustle if you play your cards right.

Makeup Techniques, if you’re into makeup. Also other self-grooming activities like skincare and hair care.

A New Language. Obscure and ancient languages are cool for impressing people but common languages, like French, Spanish, Mandarin, Hindi, and so on are great for jobs as well. Bonus points if it’s sign language.

Driving, if you don’t have your license yet. If you do, you could always improve your skills, or pick up a new vehicle, like a stick shift or motorcycles.

This is, of course, a nonconclusive list. But it's a good place to start. Maybe one day, I can add a part 2 to this list.

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Ko-Fi

417 notes • Posted 2021-05-21 15:51:26 GMT

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It has been a year since the #BlackLivesMatter protests really took charge all around the world. Since then, much has changed, but there is still a lot to fight for.

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2990 notes • Posted 2021-06-03 16:22:57 GMT

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Uh idk if you still do headcanons n stuff but can you make some for the shopkeepers of 1980s Mode? I really love them to death! It's alright if you can't

did i ever do headcanons for characters alone? i know there was a time when people asked my opinion on different pairings but idk about headcanons for characters all by themselves, but i can try! (they kinda talk a lot about familial/platonic/romantic relationships but i tried to keep it central to the character)

Hardware Store clerk: definitely a butch lesbian. her dad has a car shop and she probably got her scar in an accident while she was helping him out, and now he won't let her near a car out of guilt so she works at the hardware shop instead. she doesn't own that shop but she's on track to buy it from the owner when they retire, and then she'll give her dad a discount if he's still working. her mom is still in the picture she's just a daddy's girl. no siblings probably. she doesn't like cars that make a lot of noise, thinks it devalues the car.

Manga Store clerk: maybe bi with a preference for men? her family is probably embarrassed by her so she doesn't talk to them much. she's just happy doing her thing even if people look down on her. she finds friends in her comics so who needs the real world? of course her tune would change quickly if she found friends that would accept her but that is unlikely. her favorite genre is heart-wrenching slice of life stories like clannad, but she'd probably like angel beats too despite the supernatural elements. she doesn't judge other people because she doesn't like being judged, but she doesn't hold it against others for judging her either, because that's what's considered normal. she's just in her own little world not giving a fuck haha

Hair Salon clerk: no label bc she doesn't even think about things like that. she's probably a sociopath; pure logic, no empathy. she has some shallow friendships to keep up appearances and is in contact with her family. hair cutting is the easiest way for her to be in close contact with sharps without setting off alarm bells. murderous chefs are a common trope, but murderous hairstylists? definitely not. her parents want her to get married and she's considered it just for the sake of seeming normal but decided it would be too inconvenient and risky. i wanna say she lives vicariously through ryoba but didn't yandev say they fell out of touch after ryoba kidnapped jokichi? i don't strictly remember

Lingerie Store clerk: 100% straight but can never get a good guy. permanent rose-tinted glasses. good guys run because of her job (1980's Japan can't be all that sex-positive) but bad guys know she's easily exploited. her friends hear about her guy problems all the time but they don't give her advice (she ignores it) and are just there for her. she's the sweetest and nicest person in their group (but not the designated mom friend) so they're content to deal with her frequent breakups. her sense of style is impeccable and she likes to help her friends with buying clothes a lot. will she ever find true love???

Electronic Store clerk: married girlboss, childless bc she wants to focus on her career. she's very calm and makes people feel relaxed, i.e. more vulnerable to large electronic purchases. her husband is very proud of her but he does make more from his boring desk job so his ego is safe. she's the mom friend in the lingerie store clerk's group (another reason she says for not having kids: "i already have to raise my friend, we can have a baby once she marries a nice man") and is the least girly in the group, but only because everyone else is super femme. they've all been friends since college. very good at selling technology, not very good at working it or fixing it.

Game Store clerk: would probably be best friends with manga clerk, maybe more, but they never cross paths. also definitely a lesbian. very whacky/quirky, energetic, and because of that most people find her annoying and geeky and won't associate with her. she hosts DND and is a great dm; nerd guys think romantically of her when they meet her bc she's a nerd girl but quickly lose interest when they get to know her, so she has a lot of guy friends. she's not super concerned about meeting anyone romantically, she's just happy with her DND groups and her games. thinks she'll help pioneer a new generation of fine entertainment.

Convenience Store clerks: this is when i remembered mulberry made posts for all of the 1980's clerks and rushed to see if i had missed any canon info, luckily i didn't, except for these two, there actually is information but it seems to rely on pre-existing knowledge that i do not have. what twins in 202X is she referring to?? i think they're friends.

Gift Store clerk: very shy, trying to figure herself out. tries a new aesthetic every couple months but can never find the right one. hoping to find the perfect outfit that will magically make her confident and likeable. works at a gift shop to fund her expensive shopping hobby, but her parents also spoil her rotten and help her out. still lives at home, no higher education. hoping for a dramatic college debut once she finds herself.

hope these are alright!